Running Away

Chapter 9 - Therapy and Decisions.

A/N: HERE YOU ARE! DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE!!!! Merry CRISIS everyone! Hope you all enjoy this lovely chapter of Harry and Panic attacks, and we welcome a new friend here as well. See you all next time!

Everyone in Diagon Alley jumped aside, pulling their kids and friends towards the wall, as Harry rode down the bumpy path.

He was two minutes late, but figured the therapist would excuse it, since he kind of had a panic attack before leaving the house, eh, he could hope.

Parking the bike, he jumped off, locking it and securing it with magic, before walking to the door. Harry hesitated to knock, the lump in his throat, having made it hard to breathe, ever since he left 12 Grimmauld Place.

But as his hand hovered in the air in front of the door-handle, the door opened and he was standing face to face with Abigail Cavill. "Hello Harry."

She said with a soft smile. Harry's hands went and played with them hem of the strap over his shoulder. Picking at the threads and letting his nails fill in the deep rills.

Abigail stood and just waited, she knew Harry would look different, a Glamour of some sort, and he did, but the magic he must have used to look this flawless and real, was brilliant.

"Take your time, we'll walk in together when you're ready."

Harry felt pathetic, standing there, unable to properly breathe or even make eye contact with the person, whom he was supposed to confide in.

In the end, it took half an hour before they entered, Harry kept on all of his clothes, shoes, jacket and even had the helmet under his arm.

"You can put the helmet on the couch, if you would like."

Abigail said, watching Harry pace from her place in the chair. She had a cup of coffee and a notebook, on a table beside her.

But Harry paid no mind, his thoughts racing a thousand miles per second. Abigail saw this, and her face showed only care, with slight worry for the young man, pacing in her office.

Harry stopped, suddenly, his back towards Abigail, facing the corner of the room. His hands started to shake, his breathing becoming erratic.

"Harry, do you need something from me?" Abigail asked not moving from her spot in the chair, not wanting to edge Harry on, further more.

But Harry couldn't hear her. He was panicking, it wasn't gonna go like this, it was supposed to be easy!

Abigail furrowed her brows with worry, when Harry's whole being began to shake.

Humming, she slowly stood up, walking over to the window, she opened it a bit and let air enter the room.

"Harry, I need you to take some deep breaths."

Abigail stood 3 feet from the boy, looking at him carefully. Harry took some heavy breaths, his helmet fell with a soft thud to the heavily carpeted floors. He put his hands on the wall, trying to stabilise himself.

Abigail bit her lower lip, it was not her first rodeo with a panicked new patient, but it had never been one so powerful or well known, before.

He was a war hero, a leader and a very important person. And that was when it hit Abigail. This, 18 year old boy... Was a war hero... A leader...

"Harry... It's okay, we don't even have to talk today if you're not ready. No one it asking anything of you, except that you take deep calm breaths."

Harry almost laughed, but it came out more as a gasp of air, with a smile on his face.

"There we go, see, nothing to worry about. I'm not that scary."

Harry bowed his head, taking many deep and calming breaths, feeling Abigail's soothing hand on his arm and back.