Chapter 15 'The Mind Healer'

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Connors POV

"No, and I mean it." Shade spoke up, "Shade it to help you through your trauma." Curt argues back. "I can fucking cope well thank you very much." She bites back, "detention Shade, for your use of cussing!" Curt yelled at her, for the first time losing his cool with her, he immediately felt bad as he saw her flinch away from him. He sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He was having a very hard time, trying to accept the fact that she had it way worse than anyone he ever knew. "She is a renowned Mind Healer Shade." He tried explaining, "Speak Muggle for once, I don't even fucking know what a Mind Healer is." Shade scoffs out, Curt pinched the bridge of his nose, "Therapist, Shade. A Mind Healer is just like a Therapist only they can go through your mind." Curt explained more, "I'm not allowing anyone into my fucked up mind." Shade growled. "You don't have to let them in if you don't want to." Curt shot back...

Shade POV

So there was Shade, sitting down between a woman in what was an abandoned classroom , she was tall and slim, she was quite 'nice-looking', she was very pale, with sparkling blue eyes. She also had long blonde hair. "Hello Shade." She said in a clear voice that filled with warmth. "Hello." Shade said hesitantly. "My name is Narcissa Malfoy, but you may either call me Healer Malfoy or Lady Malfoy." She explained. "Then you can call me Shade, Just Shade." Shade responds, Lady Malfoy smirk "Well Just Shade, do you know why you're here?" She asks, "Because of my trauma?" Shade took a guess. Lady Malfoy smiled...

Narcissa Malfoy POV

She was surprised when she met Harriet Potter, now Shade as her patient. Really, Andy would have been more suited for this kind of child, but she has to admit, she felt slightly scared, as if Shade was a mass of Chaos and Death awaiting her own...

Shade POV

So mainly, they just talked through Shade avoided the deeply personal questions, she doesn't think she is ready to go through the past of her trauma to a complete stranger. So she just gave her mundane stuff like school why she hated her son, you know, the stupid things...

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