Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although I wish I did…I would have Snape chained to my wall…but alas I only own this plot…

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Log 1

"Oh, c'mon Harry, we're almost there! You need to see a doctor to help you get on with your life! Not to mention to help you sleep!" An older man said gruffly, tugging on a young man's arm.

"We've already been to the real doctors! They gave me sleeping pills!" Harry said, glaring angrily at the adult. They made their way into the lobby of a grand building, pushing a button to call the elevator.

The duo walked/dragged into an awaiting elevator, the older man pushing the correct button. As the elevator started to rise Harry huddled into a corner, hugging his knees to his chest. His phobia of enclosed spaces caused his breathing to turn into shallow gasps for air. He twitched as arms encircled him, hugging him protectively, "See? This is what I mean, you need to face your fears and work on moving on in your life. These kinds of doctors will help with that." The man spoke gently and lovingly, rubbing small circles along Harry's back.

"T-Thanks…Sirius." Harry stuttered, glancing up at him with a small smile, "A-Are we there yet? How m-many floors?"

Sirius looked up at the blinking light, "We're here." The doors opened into a small waiting room, chairs were lined up against all the walls while some were set in the middle, along the tops of the wall there were tons of certificates and awards this psychiatrist has gotten over the past years in his "career", Harry scoffed looking away. The receptionist desk was to the right of them, right next to the elevator; Sirius went over, addressing the blonde lady behind the desk,

"Um, excuse me ma'am, we're here for the nine o'clock appointment with the doctor?" Sirius said, smiling happily. The woman consulted her notes and nodded,

"Yes, Dr. Snape will be with you two shortly, this is your first visit I'm presuming?" she said, staring up at Sirius expectantly.

Sirius nodded, motioning over to Harry, "Yeah, we just moved into the area." He said.

The receptionist pulled out a clipboard, smiling and handing it to the black-haired man, "Fill these out then please and return them to me when you're done." Sirius nodded, walking away to the far wall, plopping into a chair with a sigh,

"I hate forms…so many of the damned things…"

Harry sat down next to him, nervousness fluttering around in his stomach, "Um, do you know what this doctor is like?" he asked after a moment's hesitation.

Sirius looked up as he was writing Harry's name in the patient name box, "The last name rings a bell, but I can't seem to remember exactly who it was…plus, he is the best psychiatrist in the Baltimore area...although that isn't saying much since its Baltimore…but anyways! No, I have no idea, 'tis why I am going with you in the first meeting!" Sirius said with a slight hint of amusement in his voice. He looked back down at the paper he was filling out and continued back on his long list of forms to fill out.

Harry sighed, collapsing against the back of his chair. He closed his eyes wearily, thinking, I hate doctors…the whole lot of them can go to hell… Drowsiness swept over him as he sank into the deep feeling of sleep that had eluded him for the past week.

He awoke to the sounds of someone screaming and yelling. He groaned as he felt something wet trail down his cheeks. He stared up into the worried eyes of his godfather and winced, Shit…I was the one screaming... Harry sat up quickly from his position on the floor, the nightmare still fresh in his mind; It was worse this time… He scanned the room, surveying the damage. The chairs were in disarray and a couple of the awards lay broken on the ground around him. He sighed.

"Harry! Are you okay now?" Sirius said, worry lacing his voice. He helped Harry to his feet and dusted him off, muttering, "What was it about this time?"

Harry looked away, walking over and trying to straighten the chairs, "Don't want to talk about it…it was nothing."

He gasped as Sirius grabbed his wrist, spinning him around, "Don't fucking give me that! I know what I heard and saw Harry, it wasn't 'nothing'. You were screaming for them to stop, to…to…let you go! Your eyes were filled with so much fear; you even lashed out at me!" Harry noticed a bruise forming on his godfather's right jaw, disgust towards himself enveloping him. Sirius ranted on, "Why won't you talk to me about it?!" Sirius yelled, angry tears forming in his eyes, "Do you know how hard it is for me? To live with the fact that it was my entire fault your whole life was and is fucked up? Then, not only that but to not even be able to help you through it all, having to rely on these people I don't even know to help you?" His eyes betrayed all the pain and suffering he was dealing with before going blank, "Just…just forget about it, you are okay right?" he muttered picking up the broken awards.

"I'm okay…" Harry whispered, finishing with the chairs. The nurse walked over cautiously, smiling nervously, "Well then, now that that's over, is there anything I can get for you?"

Harry smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your stuff…" he said, motioning towards the broken certificates.

The lady chuckled softly, "Not to worry, patients have done a lot worse than this, I assure you, especially in this area of Baltimore." She went back over behind her desk and pulled out a dustpan, walking back over, "Here, sir. I'll sweep the rest up." She said, moving Sirius out of the way. She bent down, sweeping the rest of the glass up and laying the certificates on a nearby chair. She deposited the shards of glass in the trash bin, placing the dustpan back in its proper spot behind her desk; she looked back at Harry, "It's alright…Harry was it? You've done nothing wrong so don't look so forlorn, see, there was this one time where a patient was really fuming after her session so she threw a chair out of the window over there! We were so lucky that there was nobody or nothing down there that could have been damaged; we had to get bullet-proof glass after that one." She chuckled at the memory, "Oh! No, don't get me wrong I find it terrible that it happened but now when you look back on it, it is kind of amusing." She said to him.

Harry nodded convincingly and went to look out the window, surprised to see how high they really were, "Whoa…" He turned to see Sirius sitting down and working on the forms again, his revelation repeating itself in his head, so he really does blame himself for all this… He looked back out of the window when the door to the left of him opened and a young teenager shuffled out, the boy looked tired and worn, he reeked of alcohol as well. The boy glanced at him before nodding to the nurse and leaving the office.

"So, who's next?"

Harry stared at the tall man standing in the doorway from which the teen just vacated. He was tall, with long black hair that reached his shoulders, he had a hooked nose, pale skin, and deep onyx eyes that seemed to be able to bore into your very soul, Harry glared, muttering,

"Me."

The man looked over at him, nodding his head in acknowledgement, "I don't believe we've met, my name is-"

"Oh my fucking god…" Sirius shouted from his place in his chair, staring up at the man with an evil glare, "Snivellus! I never thought I'd see your skinny ass again!" His eyes showed utter loathing for the other man.

Harry noticed the man in front of him tense in rage, "Why the hell are you here? Did you come to make my life a living hell again?"

Harry smirked, Very professional…I like this doctor…he thought to himself.

Sirius shook his head, trying to calm down, "No…I'm here for my godson…I didn't recognize your name when I scheduled the appointment, had I known I would have found someone else." He said icily.

Harry walked over to his godfather, tilting his head intrigued, "How do you know him, Siri?"

Sirius grinned, "We went to the same college with Remus, Peter, and James."

With mention of Harry's father his eyes lost all emotion as memories of his childhood bubbled up inside his mind, "Oh. Okay." He turned to the silently fuming psychiatrist, "Can we get this meeting over with?"

The man nodded his head slightly, leading them both into his office. The doctor sat behind his desk, Harry sitting in the armchair across from him. Sirius opted to lean against the closed door, obviously not wanting to be close to the man as possible, "So, as I was saying, my name is Severus Snape, what is yours?"

Harry glared at him, deciding not to say anything. After all, he was still a stupid psychiatrist; he would never trust anyone like him again.

Snape sighed, "Fine, don't tell me. Now, since you obviously don't want to talk, I will have to be forced to talk to that mangy mutt back there…" He turned his attention to Sirius, "I will cut straight to the point, why is he here?"

Sirius sighed, "I am not too sure actually, he won't tell me what's troubling him, but he does have nightmares constantly whenever he tries to sleep, that much is for certain."

Snape nodded slowly, "I should receive his files by tonight or at latest tomorrow, you are seventeen, correct?" He asked Harry, trying to get the boy to at least say something.

Harry stared at him, Sirius answering for him, "Yes…"

Snape made a reference to that in the back of his head, he then went on to explain the procedure in which Harry would be meeting with him and how long he will be staying each session. Soon, Harry and Sirius were back in the lobby saying goodbye to the nurse and walking out into the hall, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

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Severus Snape lounged in an armchair in front of a burning fireplace, sipping his herbal tea. He couldn't stop thinking about his new patient, Harry Potter, and his fucking flea-infested godfather. The boy seemed to be a recluse and a formidable challenge in Snape's case; he would actually have to try to get the boy to talk.

Of course, he had to be the son of Snape's most hated person, James Potter, that and being raised by the rest of the Marauder's as well? No wonder the boy had problems. Snape sighed, shaking his head. He got up out of the chair and walked through his spacious loft into his kitchen, refilling his cup of tea. He glanced over at the file on his dining room table. It had arrived that afternoon by special carrier but he had refrained from reading it, the reason unknown to him. His curiosity was at an all time high, what would he find contained in the yellow manila folder? What secrets about the young man's past would he uncover? He shook his head; he really needed to calm down.

He went back, sitting back down in his chair, thinking about the eight years in college that he had to deal with the bane of his existence at the time, James. He remembered all the practical jokes, the constant teasing, the way they almost sabotaged his career with one of their famous pranks. His eyes narrowed in hatred, old feelings bubbling up inside him. He wouldn't let himself be subject to embarrassment and humiliation anymore, he would have his revenge.

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Harry groaned as the shouting in the little kitchenette reached an all time high, Sirius shouting,

"I will not allow my godson to be 'helped' by that obnoxious bastard! I don't care if he has the best resume around!" he yelled, banging something on the table.

"You are being totally selfish, Sirius! This is for Harry's benefit! Not yours! He should get the best help he can get, just because we didn't get along during our college years doesn't mean Severus won't do his best to help him!" said Remus, his tone icy cold.

"You're just saying that cause we paid in advanced!" Sirius shouted. There was a long, drawn out pause before a reverberating 'smack' sounded across the apartment.

"Get out of my sight, Sirius, until you grow up. Now." Remus said, walking into the living room towards Harry, "You don't mind getting psychiatric help from Snape right?"

Harry shrugged indifferently, "I don't want the stupid sessions at all." He said, huffing.

Remus sighed, collapsing into the seat next to him, "I know you truly don't want to go through this again but it's getting too bad for us to ignore, you need to get over this and its plain as day that you can't do it by yourself or with us." His voice sounded tired and defeated as he continued, "Please, all that I ask of you is to go there and try Harry, please, if just for me, try." He hugged the younger man tightly, "Now get to bed and try to get some sleep, you got a session tomorrow with Snape and it would be very bad manners to be late."

Harry nodded, picking himself up off the couch and making his way into his bedroom for another bout of nightmares.

Author's Notes:

Well, this is my second Snarry fic so far. I actually got this idea from driving through Baltimore and noticing a worn down psychiatric firm across the street. J.K Rowling's characters really fit this theme well I think. LOL

Review please!! I may post chapters faster if people really show they like it. hint, hint

Momo