So I didn't want to churn out another story so soon after finishing one but this plot bunny started nagging on me. I started out with a what if scenario between Harry and Daphne and a week later, I have 17 chapters outlined. Keep in mind, I am only one man that's re-reading the chapters over and over to ensure grammer and proper sentence structure. If someone wants to beta, please PM me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my latest story - Better With You.

"Hello Harry. How are you doing today?"

Harry settled into the plush, black leather chair, shrugging his shoulders as a response. "Could be better I guess." He looked around the room, noticing the color on the walls. They were light blue instead of the usual white which left him in an oddly calmed state of mind.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now before we start, I want to stress the importance of our confidentiality agreement Harry. Anything that you share will stay between us and no one else."

"Yes I understand." Harry said, nodding his head. "But I also wanted to say that I still can't believe I'm talking to you, a therapist. I'm not the most touchy-feely, talk-about-your-emotions kind of guy but this... I think I'm man enough to say that I needed help. I understand the situation that I put myself in and... Wow... I guess this is what growing up feels like."

"This is department mandated therapy Harry." The therapist stated. "You assaulted another Auror and broke his nose."

"That asshole started it." Harry argued. "Look Doctor Spencer, I'm -"

"You can call me Michael Harry." Michael interrupted, smiling as he knew what Harry was trying to do. "And before you continue with that line of thought, I'm going to stop you right there. I cannot clear you for field duty until I am positive that you won't be a danger to yourself or others." He noticed Harry sinking back into his chair and then jotted down some notes. "This is only your first session Harry. If you're willing to work with me, I promise that we'll get through this as painless as possible."

Harry sighed and made a gesture for him to continue.

"Can you tell me what made you decide to break your colleague's nose?" Michael asked. "Did he do something to upset you?"

"Something like that." Harry muttered. He unconsciously rubbed his knuckles, the moment burned into his memories.

Flashback

Harry stormed into the locker room, his magic unchecked. His eyes scanned the area, looking for one person and one person only. He wanted to control his magic but at this point, he didn't care. He wanted everyone to feel it, to know that he was coming.

More importantly, he wanted the bastard to know.

Harry took note that there were several other men in the room, all of them stepping aside as he walked past. He could smell the fear coming from them and smiled.

"James McCornwick." Harry growled, finding his target hiding in the corner. "Why the hell did you do it? Of all the people that you could have screwed, why did it have to be her?"

James took a step back, feeling the magic just radiating off Harry. "Listen mate, it wasn't my fault. She came onto me. I swear I didn't want to do it but it was in the heat of the moment! I don't know what came over me."

At this point, Harry didn't care as he continued walking up to James. "Harry come on man, let's talk about this!" The man pleaded. His instincts were screaming for him to run somewhere. Anywhere.

"So let's talk James. Let's talk about the moment where you decided to sleep with my girlfriend." Harry snarled. "Let's talk about the moment where you ran like a little bitch when I caught you red-handed." He slammed his fist into James, catching him off-guard.

James wheezed and gasped for air as he dropped to his knees. He held his hands up, begging Harry to stop. "I swear it wasn't anything personal! I met her at a pub and one thing led to another. Honestly Harry, I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"From this point onward, you two are dead to me." Harry chillingly said before throwing another punch, this time connecting with James's nose. Everyone that was watching the one sided fight winced at the sound of bones shattering.

Flashback

"Studies have shown that it is perfectly normal for people to lash out in anger." Michael pointed out, pausing for a moment to let the information sink in. "Do you think you have anger issues Harry?"

"I don't have anger issues." Harry clarified. "I was reacting to a situation that I had no control over."

"That's an interesting choice of words Harry." Michael said. "How did you feel after you reacted to the situation? Were you relieved after you beaten him?"

"I don't know... Maybe I guess? I don't remember how I was feeling to be honest."

"Intriguing." Michael said, writing down some more notes. "What do you think would have happened if they didn't pull you off him? Would you have beaten a man to death Harry?"

"That man is not a criminal. He's just a prick." Harry answered. "I know the difference between right and wrong but my actions were justified. No matter how the paper slanders me, I am not the monster that they make me out to be."

"Harry, what anyone says about you will have no impact in here. I am a therapist, not some kind of fanboy who listens for every piece of news and gossip about you."

A small chime then echoed throughout the room, signaling the end of the session. "Well this was a good first session Harry. I can see several points that we can discuss next week but in the meantime, I firmly believe that you'll be back in the field soon."

"That was quick." Harry muttered. He pushed himself up and started walking towards the exit. "I'll see you next week then."

Giving his new therapist a quick wave, he let himself out. Harry in the middle of pulling his hood up when he felt a solid mass bump into him. He stared at the blond who fell to the floor, rubbing her forehead while the stack of papers that she once had in her hands were slowly floating down to the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked, holding out his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

Daphne silently cursed herself for turning that corner too fast but how was she supposed to know there was a wall on the other side? She blinked a few times before realizing that it wasn't a wall that she bumped into. It was an actual person... one that felt like a wall...

"No, it's my fault." Daphne said, taking his hand. "I was in a rush."

"Don't worry about it." Harry commented, handing some of the papers back to her.

Daphne took the papers back and then found herself staring at the man, unable to stop herself from looking into the greenest eyes that she's ever seen. For some reason, she couldn't deduce why there was this sense of familiarity with him. It takes her a few seconds before it finally clicked. "Harry? Harry Potter?" She whispered, "Is that you?"

Harry coughs and then looked away, breaking eye contact. "You have me confused with someone else Miss. My name is Harrison Evans." He picked up the remaining papers from the floor and handed it over. "Have a good day."

Daphne scrunched up her face as she watched his retreating back. For some reason, she didn't believe that name for a second. Her gut instinct was telling her that it was Harry so she dropped her papers to the ground and ran after him. She turned the second corner and found no traces of the mystery man. If he really was Harry and he apparated, she would have heard the loud pop but she didn't.

In fact, she didn't even hear a sound.

Daphne pondered on the identity of her mystery man as she returned to gather her belongings. What was Harry doing in this building anyway? This was a muggle medical building after all. Surely if he needed medical attention, the wizarding world would have better remedies than this place.

"Stranger and stranger..." She muttered out loud as she remembered why she was here in the first place. She quickly reorganized the papers and pulled out the first one. It was a contract for continuation of a lease that she promised to drop off to her cousin. It then hit her that Harry was standing outside this door when she bumped into him.

"Could it really be this simple?" Her curiosity getting the better of her. She knocked once and entered her Cousin Michael's office. She walked up to the reception desk and rang the small bell.

Michael poked his head out from his office. "Daphne?" He asked. "What are you doing here so early? I wasn't expecting you until later this evening."

"I know but I had other business in the neighborhood." Daphne said, pulling out the leasing contract. "Good news, your landlord agreed to your terms. All you have to do now is sign."

"That is good news." Michael said ecstatically. He pulled out his pen but before he could sign it, Daphne yanked the paper away. "What the hell?"

"I saw a guy standing outside your office just a few minutes ago..."

"I'm not sure if you notice but there are several million of us in this world..." Michael said dryly, not following her line of reasoning. "Why would I care about who you're interested in?"

"This guy had jet black hair and green eyes... and I saw him outside your office." Daphne pressed. "Is he a patient of yours?"

"No. We're not doing this Daphne." Michael said, shutting her down. "You know I can't tell you anything. It's unethical and illegal."

"Come on Michael we're family! Surely that means something to you." Daphne argued. "It's not like I'm asking you to help me bury a dead body. You don't even have to give me a verbal confirmation. Just nod your head or slip me a piece of paper when I'm not looking."

"The answer is still no and since we're on the topic of family, what's this rumor that I'm hearing about you running away from home?" He noticed the shocked look on her face. "Yeah, your mother called my mother Daphne."

"Fine, if you won't help me then I'm just going to casually bump into every single one of your clients until I see him again. It could be days... or weeks... or even months. You know how stubborn I can be Michael."

"You can't do that." He stuttered, "That's got to be harassment."

"It's not harassment if I don't talk to them." Daphne countered. She stared at her cousin, who was starting to stammer on about calling the police. "There's no law that states that I can't rent the vacant office across from you. If I do that, then it's not really harassment. At worse, it'll be unethical and I'll get a slap on the wrist but I'll still be here."

Michael knew that this could go on for hours, the battle of wits against one of the most devious witches he had the unfortunate pleasure of knowing. He sighed and gestured for the paper. "Come back an hour earlier next week. That's all I can tell you."

Daphne's eyes lit up. "Thank you." She said, taking the signed document back. She was positive that the man she bumped into was Harry Potter but given that no one has seen him after that incident, she needed to make sure. If it really is Harry, then this could be her chance to convince him to sign with Thatcher, Fletcher and Bletcher. The premier law firm in all of Europe and her current employer.

Signing him would mean that she would finally get that promotion that she always wanted.

A partner in a law firm.

Just setting the pace here.