Draco Malfoy pained to admit it, but he needed help and lots of it.

For once he had no idea where to start. He was beginning to run out of options. If he admitted it he had long ago run out of options. But he was Draco Malfoy, thus he did not want to admit that he had failed his son long ago. Not his son Scorpius, who looked so much like him and certainly not his wife, the mother of his child who unfairly been taken from the world. Wrong place, wrong time, or more-like married to the wrong person. Aurors got there in time to save his son and the home the three of them had lived in was completely destroyed by accidental magic when Draco had tried to return with Scorpius. Scorpius had shown no signs of magical abilities since and his son had not uttered a single word; that was three years ago now.

So here he was, waiting in an office at St Mungo's to find out just what was wrong with his six-year-old son, who was impatiently swinging his legs in a kicking motion. Draco bit down on the inside of his cheek, he would not - would not - snap at his son.

"Stop it, Scorpius," Draco muttered with as much energy he can muster up that avoids him from shouting at his son.

His son, of course, pays no attention to him. Sometimes Draco swears he does it on purpose.

"Scorpius!" Draco said warningly.

The swinging motion of his son's legs continue because it is what his son does best; getting on his last nerve.

Draco tugged on his son's shoulder to look at him, "Enough!" he shouted gesturing to his son's kicking feet. Grey eyes looked at him, the kicking stopped the moment Draco had touched his son - great, now his son feared him. Draco Malfoy was on his way to winning worst father of the year award, soon to be worst father ever award.

"Just stop, OK, wait patiently," Draco said to his son, much more calmly. There was no reply, Scorpius didn't even as much nod his acknowledgment. His son just turned back to the desk in front of them and begun to stare at it. The office door opened, Healer Marcus Haith entered the room with two of his assistants.

"Sorry for the delay, I was just going over the results of the tests we run." Healer Haith said as he walked to his desk and sat down. He looked Draco straight in the eye. "I'm afraid to say, we cannot help you Mr Malfoy."

Draco glared at the offending man, wasn't it a Healers job to help him with whatever was wrong with his son. "Why ever not."

"Simply, because there is nothing wrong with your son." Healer Haith said. "Myself and my team doubled checked, your son is very healthy -"

"He doesn't speak," Draco snapped, "He does not respond, and he hasn't had a case of accidental magic for three fucking years! Something has got to be wrong with him!"

Healer Haith, gave a sigh and looked Draco square in the eye, and said in a serious manner, "We, this department cannot help you Mr Malfoy, whatever caused your son, to not respond verbally is not down to a magical illness nor is he incapable of doing so. We ran tests, there is nothing wrong, which means Scorpius is the only one stopping himself and as long as he does that we cannot help you."

"Waste of bloody time!" Draco sneered, he hastily takes Scorpius's hand, tugging it so his son stands, Draco does the same, glares at all people in the room, and storms as fast as his son can manage to keep up with him out of the room.

Draco was in a fuming mood as he walked down the corridor, other patients and Healers swiftly moving out of his way - clearly realising that he was not to be messed with. This had been it, his last hope - he had failed.

"Mr Malfoy!"

Draco turned prepared to shout back, a young girl, one of the assistants that had been in Haith's room was hastily making her way towards them, it was the determined look upon her face that made Draco stop in his tracks and stop him from retaliating.

"Yes," Draco said as she neared them.

"I'm Junior Healer Courtney Paice."

"And?" Draco said unhelpfully.

"Right, well Haith's a - unhelpful so and so, he doesn't think - his not -"

"Your point?"

"I might have a solution that could benefit your son, Haith overruled me because I'm still a Junior Healer."

"Might have?" Draco said, "Might have is not good enough. Good day, Paice."

Draco turned on his heel, no sooner as he had done so Paice said, "What have you got to lose?"