He shook his head out of those thoughts and said, "We have to be going soon. Harry has been fed and changed. He's in the living room playing with his toys. He's probably going to cry when we leave, but we can't take him with us this time, sorry," he explained. Had he known Harry would throw fits every time they left, he wouldn't have made the appointments on the same day. On the other hand, the other two men would need all the support they could get.
"Tippy will be taking good care of Little Master." She nodded her head happily.
"Thanks, Tippy, you're the best." He patted her head and went to find the other two men.
They were with Harry, playing with the blocks he so loved, so Hydrus cleared his throat and jerked his head to the door. Tippy popped in the room and waited for them to leave. Sure enough when they were putting their jackets on, Harry started to cry and toddled to them with his hands held in the air. Tippy took the baby in a firm hug and led him back to the living room. Hydrus took a firm hold on Sirius's elbow and led him away. He knew it was hard, it was hard on him too, but they needed to go. Remus followed, though he kept looking over his shoulder. You could hear Tippy telling Harry they'd be back.
The trio drove to Ashford's Clinic and went to the reception desk letting the lady there know they were here. She handed them paperwork to fill out, and they did the best they could. Sirius had a bit of a chuckle at the questions about his family history. When they were done, Hydrus took the papers back to the desk and handed them to the receptionist. Now all they could do was wait.
The Clinic was rather large with three psychiatrists and fifteen therapists. So, they would probably be seeing different ones. The men were extremely lucky that it was not busy right now. Remus went first, and with a wary look to Hydrus he followed the middle aged female therapist into the back.
Sirius started to get more and more panicky, his knee was going a mile a minute, so Hydrus put a hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be okay, really. I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't helpful. I promise you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. But, for Harry, try, okay?" he whispered to the anxious man.
"Right, right, for Harry," Sirius muttered. He firmed his jaw, like the Gryffindor he was, and stopped his bouncing knee.
Hydrus was the most concerned about the man next to him. Though he calmed down a lot in the last week, he was still prone to fits of anger. It was a good thing he had enough control to take it out on the video games. Hydrus was positive he was suffering from PTSD, and since it was only newly diagnosable in this timeline, he hoped the therapist would catch it. He was going to suggest potions, but he wanted to see if they were going to prescribe him medicine first. He might just need therapy.
Sirius was called and he stood straight and marched into the back room with a nice looking young woman. Hydrus let out a sigh of relief, Sirius would open up better to a young person.
"Hydrus Black?" a thin, tall, older man called.
"That's me," he said as he rose. He followed the man down the long hallway and entered the room indicated.
The office was like any other analyst office he had been in, a large messy desk with patient files stacked to the side, a bookcase full of diagnostic books and some self-help books, calming pictures of the sea, a few comfortable chairs on the other side of the desk.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Black, I am Alfie Noble and I will be doing your evaluation today. You may or may not get me as your counselor later, it all depends on what we talk about in this session," Mr. Noble said as he sat on one of the comfortable chairs, indicated for Hydrus to sit in front of him, and pulled out a notepad and pen, poised to start writing.
Hydrus sat in the chair indicated. "Good Afternoon, Mr. Noble, please, call me Hydrus." He relaxed back in his seat and gave off a calm demeanor.
"Very well, Hydrus, what do you want out of therapy?" came the standard first question.
"Well, first let me start off by saying I'm a recovering PTSD patient. I've had years of therapy under my belt, and have been off medication for some time. I was only seeing my last counselor every three months for a checkup," Hydrus explained evenly.
"Can you give me the name of your last clinic, so we can send for your records?" Alfie asked as he made a note.
"Sorry, I'm under police protection. I wish I could, my therapist was great and helped me a lot," Hydrus said. He had thought about bringing his records with him, but the treatment wouldn't match the timeline.
"Oh, tell me how that came to be," the startled man looked up.
"I can explain it to you, but, I can't give any names."
"Yes, please, do. It will go a long way in evaluating you."
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