I don't need help❤️

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Harry had PTSD.

They had just had the diagnosis. Harry, being Harry, said that he was fine and didn't need any therapy or medication but the doctor said otherwise. Headmistress McGonagall was notified and is now setting up arrangements for when Harry would go to his therapy sessions.

Draco thought it a wonder that Harry had made it this far. What with being an orphan then getting abused for 10 years then having a run in with death almost every year after that add that with all the stress of making sure no one was worried about him as he thought that he had worried enough people for a lifetime.

Harry was distressed. How was he going to make sure no one was worried about him now that a doctor had diagnosed him mentally ill? But maybe it was for the best maybe he could get all this over with so then he would be mentally fit and no one would have any need to worry about him. Yes, he decided. He would try to get better then that would be that. He was actually rather excited to get started and hopefully have a full night's sleep for once.

'The Silver Trio', as people seemed to call them these days, were sitting in Draco's bed knowing that Harry was going to be at his first therapy session for a while. Pansy was interrogating Draco about Harry.
"How's sharing a room with your crush?" Pansy asks and raises a pierced eyebrow.
"No different," Draco replied exasperated. "He's as straight as an arrow"
"I wouldn't be so sure," Blaise half mutters.
"What do you mean?" Draco asks.
"I saw him staring at you during potions the other day!"

(A/N Harry never wants anyone to worry🥺)

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 04, 2021 ⏰

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