Tom carried his son to the nursery which had remained untouched over the last twelve years. After spelling it to be more age appropriate, Tom laid his child in the bed and pulled to rocking chair to his bedside feeling incredibly old and tired after having read his child's diagnostic report.
Hadrian Velator Marvolo
Current Concerns:
Severe malnutrition, anemia, multiple lacerations-back and torso, concussion, broken ribs-3, sprained right wrist and shoulder, dislocated ribs-4
Chronic Conditions:
Eye damage from multiple concussions, brain damage resulting in learning disability from multiple concussions, growth delay from ongoing malnutrition, osteoporosis from ongoing malnutrition and multiple broken bones, asthma from repeated infection and lung injury, anxiety, depression, PTSD
Past Injury/Illness: Pneumonia-multiple untreated occurrences, influenza- multiple untreated occurrences, ongoing malnutrition with anemia- untreated, multiple skin burns first-third degree- untreated, displaced right femur fracture-improperly healed, sprained right ankle-repeated and weakened, displaced left tibia and fibula fractures- improperly healed, multiple broken ribs-punctured lung, bilateral dislocated shoulders-repeated with weakened tendons, broken right humerus-improperly healed, crushed right tarsals-improperly healed, bilateral sprained wrists-repeated with weakened tendons, multiple concussions-learning disability and damaged eyesight and hearing impairment, magical depletion due to internal sustaining of life
Status: Emergent Intervention Required
Eventually, Tom fell into a disturbed sleep in the chair refusing to leave his son's side. When he awoke in the morning, Tom's heart dropped to the floor. Hadrian wasn't in the room. After a few minutes of frantic searching, Tom ran into the kitchen and found his son plating breakfast. Hadrian set down two plates each filled with two pancakes, three sausages, three slices of bacon, hashbrowns, and a halved slice of toast. Tom sighed with relief as the child poured out two cups of coffee and what appeared to be fresh squeezed orange juice. It was that point that Severus emerged from his potion lab with the first round of several potions that Hadrian would require.
"Hadrian, you understand that you don't have to make breakfast, correct?" Tom asked gently as Hadrian became aware of his father's presence. The question drew Severus' attention.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, I just assumed you and Professor Snape might be hungry. I think I kept you from dinner yesterday. Sorry about that, s-sir," Hadrian stuttered.
"There's no need to apologize, Hadrian. I simply need you to understand that you are not responsible for meals in this house. Severus and I as the adults in this house will be in charge of meals. Okay?" Tom reiterated.
"Yes, sir," Hadrian answered.
"Hadrian, where's your plate?" Severus asked suddenly.
"What?" Tom and Hadrian answered in unison.
"You made up two plates for Tom and I, but it doesn't appear you've made a plate for yourself?" Severus explained.
"I-I'll eat whenever you're done, sir," Harry answered surprised by the question.
Tom and Severus exchanged angry glances.
"No, Hadrian, you will not be eating nothing but scraps any longer. You are my son. You will eat every meal with us. Always. Understood?" Tom said forcefully as he cast a warming spell on the food and moved to the refrigerator. "Now, what would you like to eat?"
Hadrian looked between the adults with a lost look on his face.
"Because of the malnutrition, he should probably start with light food. Do you have yogurt and fruit? Or maybe some soup?" Severus suggested helpfully.
"I can have the house elves prepare whatever would be best," Tom answered.
"I-would a fruit smoothie maybe be okay? A friend's mom made me one once and it made my stomach feel okay," Hadrian asked softly.
"Of course, what kind of fruit do you like?" Severus asked.
"Every type of fruit I've tried I've liked," Harry answered awkwardly.
"Perfect," Tom said gleefully as the smoothie appeared at the table and they all sat down for breakfast. "How did you sleep, Hadrian?"
"Very well, thank you, sir," Hadrian answered.
Tom smiled sadly and reminded his son, "You do not need to call me 'sir', Hadrian."
"Sorry, si-Mr. Tom," Hadrian apologized.
"No need to apologize, Hadrian. I took the liberty of asking Severus to run a diagnostic spell once you fell asleep," Tom confessed.
"Oh, you didn't need to do that, Mr. Tom," Hadrian whispered keeping his eyes downcast.
"I'm glad I did, Hadrian. The reason I'm addressing this now is because you'll be started on a nutrition potion for the foreseeable future. You are dangerously underweight and it's having negative effects on your health. Does that make sense?" Tom asked.
"Yes, Mr. Tom, but that sounds like a lot of trouble and money. You really don't have to do that for me," Hadrian argued.
"Yes, I do. Hadrian, you are my son, and I will not rest until you are healthy and well because I love you."
"In addition, I'd like to rebreak some of the bones that you've broken in the past because they healed improperly. With skelegrow those bones will heal as well as your other muscular and skeletal injuries. Does that sound okay, Hadrian?" Severus asked.
"I guess, sir," Hadrian answered, but Tom noticed the tears welling in his son's eyes.
"Hadrian, something is wrong. You may tell us what is wrong," Tom said softly.
"It's kinda scary," Hadrain whispered.
"What scares you?" Tom asked.
"The rebreaking thing sounds painful," Hadrian whispered as a tear slipped down his face.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Hadrian. It is a painful process, but I'd give you a dreamless sleep potion to keep you asleep throughout the procedure and we have pain potions to manage the pain after the procedure is finished," Severus answered.
"O-okay," Hadrian whispered.
"I think it would be best to take care of that this afternoon if that's okay with you?"
Hadrian just nodded.
"Hadrian, the diagnostic spell also told us you have multiple lacerations on your back and torso. Are you in pain?" Tom asked gently.
"I mean not any more than normal, Mr. Tom," Hadrian answered honestly.
"Hadrian, I hope you will eventually learn that it is not normal to constantly be in any amount of pain. We need to clean the lacerations and then there are spells that can be used to heal them. Is that alright?" Tom asked.'
Hadrian nodded as he whispered, "That sounds kinda nice, Mr. Tom."
"We'll take care of that after breakfast and we'll handle the skeletal healing after lunch, then. Now this is the last thing we'll address for now. The results also revealed you have anxiety, depression, and PTSD. Given the fact that your results imply severe abuse that is not surprising, but I'd like you to see a mind healer. May I schedule an appointment for you?" Tom asked.
There was a long stretch of silence before Hadrian finally spoke. "I-that idea makes me nervous."
Tom nodded and asked, "Why does it make you nervous?"
"I'm not crazy. I don't want you to send me away," Hadrian whispered.
"Hadrian, that's not what this is about. You have been hurt very badly for a long time and it has had a large impact on your life. A mind healer would better be able to help you heal from the ramifications of abuse. You will not be sent away, I promise. You're my son, anyone who wanted to take you away from me would have a very angry me to deal with. I will not allow anyone to take you away from me, Hadrian. I just want you to heal and a mind healer would be the most helpful to you," Tom explained tenderly.
Hadrian was silent again before answering. "I guess I could try. May I ask you something?"
"Hadrian, you do never need my permission to ask a question. What's on your mind?"
"Why do you keep asking me if things are okay? Why do you care about my opinion?" Hadrian asked sadly.
Tom almost started crying. "Hadrian, you have been treated unfairly. I want you to feel safe and protected with me. I care about your comfort. That's why I care about your opinion. We've just met and I want you to trust me. You have a say in whatever happens here. You matter and your opinion matters to me. I love you child," Tom answered lovingly.
