I am not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

'Cause we don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious - Keala Settle; This is me

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Harry and I could not stop smiling during group therapy that day. Our hands were connected once again, something that no one found suspicious since we were always holding hands. Expect for Lucia and Cecilia, who had been absolutely trilled when I told them the good news, no one knew what had happened last night. Cecilia had lied to Lydia and Honey, she had told them that I had felt so sick that Harry and I were having dinner in our room. However, Lydia did not seem to believe that lie. Her eyes were constantly focused on either the raven-haired boy or me.

'Good morning everybody,' Dr. Dolan greeted us the way she did every single morning. We all responded with a quick "good morning", one that seemed to satisfy the older woman. 'For this Friday we have planned something that you could either describe as exiting or terrifying,' she spoke, catching our attention immediately. I knew that she was not talking about a special version of game night, the look in her eyes was too serious for that. 'This Friday we have invited your family or another guardian,' she explained to us. 'We all forget it pretty easily, but getting support and love from your family can help you with your recovery. Family members can be the source of happiness, but also for our problems. That is why we have decided to plan a Family day this Friday: to talk out the differences you might have with your family and to solve them. We believe that this will help you with your own recovery.'

I never got the know who exactly she meant when she said "we". It was not possible that she just meant her and Cecilia, since the curly blond women was a nurse and not a therapist.

'So, our family is coming?' Honey asked with raised eyebrows. 'Or have you not invited them yet?'

'We have sent our invitations yesterday,' our therapist answered her question. 'And from almost all your family members we have received an answer.'

I glanced over at the green eyed boy who was sitting next to me. He had clanged his jaw, letting me know he either felt nervous or angry. It almost broke my heart to know that there would be no one for him. His parents had died a long time ago and the closest thing he had ever had to guardians were his horrible uncle and aunt, but I doubted they would show up after all those years. I knew they did not care about him, they did not love him the way a family should have loved him. But then again, my crazy aunt had not really loved me either.

Group therapy went over real fast. The raven-haired boy who was still sitting next to me had an off look in his eyes and even though our hands were still connected I did not feel the same warmth. 'Harry? Are you okay?' I softly asked, touching his face softly. 'Not really,' his beautiful but broken voice spoke. 'Moments like this I wonder how different my life could have been if my parents would have still been alive. They would have supported me, they would have loved me. I know they would have done that.'

It broke my heart to see him like that: broken and devastated. He would give absolutely everything to see his parents again, to hear their voices even if it was just for a split second. I knew that there was no way of comforting him at that point. I could not stitch his wounds, not if they were that deep.

'Harry,' I spoke with a soft voice, squeezing his hand carefully. His name was all I could say, there were no words that could take away the horrible pain he felt. Knowing there was nothing I could do for him made me feel incredibly useless, something I did not like. In the corner of my eyes I saw Dr. Dolan walking through the hallway, unconsciously she gave me an idea.

'I will be right back,' I spoke to him, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek since no one was watching. The Boy Who Lived seemed to be too far away into his own world to react to my words. This only made my feet walk faster towards our therapist.

'Dr. Dolan?' I called out for her since she had been walking away from me. As soon as my words reached her ears she had turned around. 'Could I please talk to you for a moment? It is about Harry.'

This seemed to have caught her attention. 'I think that we can better discus this in my office, do you not think?'

I nodded and feet carried me as fast as they could to her office, where I quickly took a seat. The familiar smell that she carried around her had spread in her room. She smelled like a weird mixture of roses and old woman. It was a familiar smell, a smell that seemed to have a calming effect on both my body and mind.

'What was it you wanted to discus with me, my boy?' she asked, automatically grabbing her map filled with paper. 'It is about family day,' I admitted honestly. 'Harry will be alone during that day,' I pointed out, something that felt a little unnecessary since she had sent the invitations for everyone except for a certain boy. 'He might not admit it out loud but I know it hurts him,' I continued, causing a frown to appear in the already with wrinkles decorated face of Dr. Dolan. 'But it does, it really does. So I wanted to suggest someone to invite to you, someone who comes the closest to a real guardian.'

I wanted to tell her she should invite Sirius Black: his godfather. He had told me before how much he had meant to him in just the short amount of time that they had known each other. There relationship was the closest the Boy Who Lived ever had with someone he considered to be a father figure. Unfortunately, he had been killed by my own aunt. This made me feel sick again, knowing that a family member of mine would do such a horrible thing.

'Who are you suggesting, if I may ask?'

'There is this women, she is really special to him. In just a few years she has given him more love than his real guardians ever would,' I spoke, taking a piece of paper and a pencil. I quickly wrote down her name and gave the small piece of paper to the older woman. 'Please, reconsider to at least ask her to come. No one should be alone on Family day. He can use every form of support he can get.'

A smile formed itself on the lips that belonged to Dr. Dolan. She read the name on the paper again, making sure that she had read it correctly.

'Mr Potter is very lucky to have a friend like you, Mr Malfoy,' her voice spoke to me, causing me to smile at well. 'No,' I disagreed. 'I am the one who is lucky to have someone like him.'