Twist Of Fate *Muggle AU*

The Encounter

Harry's POV

Wiping the sweat off my brow and forehead, I let out an exhausted sigh. The kids and I had just finished up a fantastic game of ball, boys vs. girls. I chuckle, watching the boys team sulk out of the gym and into the locker rooms. I had told them not to underestimate the girls. High fiving some of the girls I down a bottle of water. This was my last class of the day; soon, I'd meet my new psychologist. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

Walking into Grimmauld Place, I slowly trekked up the stairs, weakly waving at my godfather, Sirius Black. I start a hot shower and and let the water run down my back, soothing my aching muscles. What if I wasn't as comfortable with this new person as I was with Laurie? It had taken so long for my wall to crumble with just her, and now I had to do it all over again?

Letting the what if's wash away with my sweat, I get out of the shower and dry off quickly. I place my glasses on my face and take a peek in the mirror. The lightning bolt scar on my forehead was a stark reminder of why I needed help in the first place.

The scar had been there since I was a child, and no one but my murdered parents knew where it came from, not even Sirius knew, and he was my father's best friend. I take a deep breath as I get dressed, not even bothering with my unruly black hair, and head to Laurie's old office, a strange wave of confidence washing over me with each passing second. I can do this.

Draco's POV

Staring at the clock in my office I sigh melodramatically. I have fifteen minutes to get my nerves under control. Seven years I had tormented him. And for what, him not shaking my hand in first year? Fear of my father? He hated the Potter family, yet I tried to shake hands with the boy and as expected, father was not happy.

Pursing my lips I check the time again, and only two minutes have passed. Of course time decided to drag out, wouldn't have it any other way. I close my eyes as I lean back in my office chair. My aunt's face flashes into my head, and just like that I was thrown into the worst memory of my life.

"Aunt Bella! Please! Don't...don't kill him!" I had sounded so frantic, the fact I was seventeen years old and needed to keep my cool in the manor didn't even cross my mind.

"Oh Drac-y, do you care for the boy that much?" The question was rhetorical, I knew better than to get in the way of Aunt Bellatrix. That didn't stop the slight blush from coloring my pale cheeks.

"N-not like that. He's my school mate! How..." I had trailed off not knowing what would make my aunt let him go. Harry struggled in Bellatrix's grip,she had held him against the wall, one large hand holding his wrists and the other at his throat with a knife. It made my blood turn cold.

"Bella, if he doesn't return to school, father will go to prison. You can't kill him please."

I shook myself out of the flashback and took a deep breath. I had saved him from Bellatrix, but she still tortured him. He had probably wished he had died instead. I have to make it up to him.

Looking at the time, I stand up in a hurry. He is probably already in the waiting area. I gather myself, straighten my loose ponytail, and open the door to my office.

"Mr. Potter, I am ready for you."

A/N: I know I said every Saturday. But this part is already edited. So, here we are.