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I could tell my dad was trying to keep calm with me. He wanted me to talk to him but I just couldn't. He'd laugh or something. Probably yell at me... I don't know.
"Tell me Harry, what did he do to you? Did he just touch you or did he actually do something?" Dad asked.
I didn't say anything but kept my eyes to the floor. Dad was right up close to me. His hands were resting on either side of me.
"Come on honey, I want to help you," Dad said.
"H-he-" I started to say but my voice sounded weird and if I talked much more I'd start crying.
"What? Honey what?" Dad pleaded.
"He h-hurt me," I said taking deep breaths to prevent the water-works.
"How did he hurt you?" Dad asked. He was hoping I would keep talking.
"He t-took off my clothes Dad, h-he took off my jeans," I said and I did start crying.
Dad got up and sat next to me on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me to him. I rested my face just under his chin and had my left cheek on his chest. He scutted me back a little so we were on the bed better.
"What did he do after that?" Dad asked kindly.
I told him, sadly enough. I broke down and told him everything. I knew if I wouldn't of he was of used magic and I would of been forced to tell him. That would of been even worse.
"I'm scared, I'm so scared." I sobbed.
"It's okay to be scared, you don't have to be though. We'll get this straitened out. I'm so sorry honey," Dad said.
"He's going to get me again," I said.
"No, he's not going to lay another dirty hand on you, don't worry. Trust me, Harry." Dad said. I sat in a gown ontop of a very uncomfortable table. I was scared because the table had little leg posts on it and a bunch of other tools I didn't fancy.
"Why'd we have to go to a muggle place Dad? Why?!" I cried.
My mom wanted to be back in the room with me but I refused. She could for a little while, but during the exame I didn't want her in there. I didn't even want my dad in there. But, he was.
"Harry, I told you. We brought you here for all kinds of reasons. One, do you know how easy this would be to get into the Daily Prophet? Or, two, it'd be easier to jail this punk if we were with muggle authority," Dad said. He sat on the bench next to the doctor's desk.
I looked down at my hands and made sure I was covered fully for the thousandth time.
When the doctor came in he was wearing a smile. I swallowed hard and tried to imagine that this wasn't happening. He and Dad talked about what I had said happened. I tried to block it out of my head the best I could.
But I couldn't help it when the doctor came over to the end of the table and put two rubber gloves on.
I tensed and crossed my ankles.
"Okay Harry, I'm going to have to ask you to lie back," Dr. Sexton said kindly.
I kept my face down and my legs crossed. They waited for me to lay back but I was so humiliated I didn't want to. I just wanted to go home and curl up on my bed. Pretend that none of this happened.
"Harry?" Dr. Sexton asked.
I looked around and tried to hold back a sob. But, I couldn't and I let it out. Tears came along with it. Dad stood up and came over to me. He wrapped me in a hug and whispered comforting words in my ear.
"It's okay honey, he see's this all the time. You aren't the first. Don't be embarrassed. You don't have to be, just lie back," Dad said softly. I tore from him slowly and laid back. The bright ceiling light shown in my face and I didn't stop crying.
"Now could you put each of your feet in one of these?" Dr. Sexton said. I put my hands to my face and did as he told.
The whole time my dad was up by my head. His cheek was on my forehead and he stroked my hair. " I want to go home," I cried after 15 minutes of torture.
"You will soon, he's almost done," Dad said.
"Now, Mr. Potter, it looks like he'll need some stitches, his colon is pretty swallen (sp) it feels like.
And it looks like this guy did a hell of a job and wasn't worried about hurting Harry. All around here it's bruises and cut... hmmm.. Harry is it hurting really bad?" Dr. Sexton asked.
I didn't answer but tried nodding my head. I couldn't stop him, so Dad got a nice clear view of me. He cursed under his breath and that made me more upset.
"Well, you can scoot up and rolled over for me Harry. We better get this done with," Dr. Sexton said.
I didn't know when it'd be over. He numbed my whole bottom area and gave me what felt like fifty shots. A nurse had to come in and she brought a cart full of little stitches.
"How's he going to sit?" Dad asked, holding my hand.
"These are hilder stitches. They curve into his skin, so they are on the inside of his body. Not like how most are on top," Dr. Sexton said.
Not a word of that made any sense to me. All I knew was that it hurt.
"OWWE! STOP!" I screamed when I felt him stick something in me. I moved and that made it hurt more. Dad tried holding me still until the doctor could get whatever it was out of me.
"Calm down, buddy. Tell you what, after this we can go do whatever you'd like. Want to go see that movie? Grind? Anything you'd like. How about after that we go get you a new skateboard, huh? Would you like that?" Dad asked, trying to get my mind off it.
"Y-yeah," I sobbed, sniffing my nose.
"Yeah, yeah. And after that we could get something to eat, your choice. Since your brothers and sister are eating right now with Sirius. Do you want Mom to come our just us guys?" Dad asked.
"J-ust u-us," I cried. I loved my mum don't get me wrong but just hanging out with my dad was something I rarely got to do.
He smiled and set his hand on the back of my neck. "Okay, that's cool."
I could tell my dad was trying to keep calm with me. He wanted me to talk to him but I just couldn't. He'd laugh or something. Probably yell at me... I don't know.
"Tell me Harry, what did he do to you? Did he just touch you or did he actually do something?" Dad asked.
I didn't say anything but kept my eyes to the floor. Dad was right up close to me. His hands were resting on either side of me.
"Come on honey, I want to help you," Dad said.
"H-he-" I started to say but my voice sounded weird and if I talked much more I'd start crying.
"What? Honey what?" Dad pleaded.
"He h-hurt me," I said taking deep breaths to prevent the water-works.
"How did he hurt you?" Dad asked. He was hoping I would keep talking.
"He t-took off my clothes Dad, h-he took off my jeans," I said and I did start crying.
Dad got up and sat next to me on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me to him. I rested my face just under his chin and had my left cheek on his chest. He scutted me back a little so we were on the bed better.
"What did he do after that?" Dad asked kindly.
I told him, sadly enough. I broke down and told him everything. I knew if I wouldn't of he was of used magic and I would of been forced to tell him. That would of been even worse.
"I'm scared, I'm so scared." I sobbed.
"It's okay to be scared, you don't have to be though. We'll get this straitened out. I'm so sorry honey," Dad said.
"He's going to get me again," I said.
"No, he's not going to lay another dirty hand on you, don't worry. Trust me, Harry." Dad said. I sat in a gown ontop of a very uncomfortable table. I was scared because the table had little leg posts on it and a bunch of other tools I didn't fancy.
"Why'd we have to go to a muggle place Dad? Why?!" I cried.
My mom wanted to be back in the room with me but I refused. She could for a little while, but during the exame I didn't want her in there. I didn't even want my dad in there. But, he was.
"Harry, I told you. We brought you here for all kinds of reasons. One, do you know how easy this would be to get into the Daily Prophet? Or, two, it'd be easier to jail this punk if we were with muggle authority," Dad said. He sat on the bench next to the doctor's desk.
I looked down at my hands and made sure I was covered fully for the thousandth time.
When the doctor came in he was wearing a smile. I swallowed hard and tried to imagine that this wasn't happening. He and Dad talked about what I had said happened. I tried to block it out of my head the best I could.
But I couldn't help it when the doctor came over to the end of the table and put two rubber gloves on.
I tensed and crossed my ankles.
"Okay Harry, I'm going to have to ask you to lie back," Dr. Sexton said kindly.
I kept my face down and my legs crossed. They waited for me to lay back but I was so humiliated I didn't want to. I just wanted to go home and curl up on my bed. Pretend that none of this happened.
"Harry?" Dr. Sexton asked.
I looked around and tried to hold back a sob. But, I couldn't and I let it out. Tears came along with it. Dad stood up and came over to me. He wrapped me in a hug and whispered comforting words in my ear.
"It's okay honey, he see's this all the time. You aren't the first. Don't be embarrassed. You don't have to be, just lie back," Dad said softly. I tore from him slowly and laid back. The bright ceiling light shown in my face and I didn't stop crying.
"Now could you put each of your feet in one of these?" Dr. Sexton said. I put my hands to my face and did as he told.
The whole time my dad was up by my head. His cheek was on my forehead and he stroked my hair. " I want to go home," I cried after 15 minutes of torture.
"You will soon, he's almost done," Dad said.
"Now, Mr. Potter, it looks like he'll need some stitches, his colon is pretty swallen (sp) it feels like.
And it looks like this guy did a hell of a job and wasn't worried about hurting Harry. All around here it's bruises and cut... hmmm.. Harry is it hurting really bad?" Dr. Sexton asked.
I didn't answer but tried nodding my head. I couldn't stop him, so Dad got a nice clear view of me. He cursed under his breath and that made me more upset.
"Well, you can scoot up and rolled over for me Harry. We better get this done with," Dr. Sexton said.
I didn't know when it'd be over. He numbed my whole bottom area and gave me what felt like fifty shots. A nurse had to come in and she brought a cart full of little stitches.
"How's he going to sit?" Dad asked, holding my hand.
"These are hilder stitches. They curve into his skin, so they are on the inside of his body. Not like how most are on top," Dr. Sexton said.
Not a word of that made any sense to me. All I knew was that it hurt.
"OWWE! STOP!" I screamed when I felt him stick something in me. I moved and that made it hurt more. Dad tried holding me still until the doctor could get whatever it was out of me.
"Calm down, buddy. Tell you what, after this we can go do whatever you'd like. Want to go see that movie? Grind? Anything you'd like. How about after that we go get you a new skateboard, huh? Would you like that?" Dad asked, trying to get my mind off it.
"Y-yeah," I sobbed, sniffing my nose.
"Yeah, yeah. And after that we could get something to eat, your choice. Since your brothers and sister are eating right now with Sirius. Do you want Mom to come our just us guys?" Dad asked.
"J-ust u-us," I cried. I loved my mum don't get me wrong but just hanging out with my dad was something I rarely got to do.
He smiled and set his hand on the back of my neck. "Okay, that's cool."
