32 Harry's POV
This was getting worrying; I didn't like the idea of Natasha asking about Buzz. She obviously had to, but did she have to ask like it was an actual possibility that Tom wasn't capable of looking after his son? He was a good father; he was such a good father. Having Buzz taken from him would break him even more. Tom needed his son, especially right now. He needed him more than anything.
"Tom is honestly brilliant as a dad, he couldn't be better. He just needs help, in getting back to how he was before his wife got her claws in." I hurried to explain, hoping Natasha believed me. She had to believe me, she had to believe me.
"Are you sure about this? It's okay to say if Tom is not coping as a father. It would be good for Buzz in the long run if he can be taken from harm now, before anything bad happens to him." Natasha gave us sympathetic looks, like we were lying. We weren't lying!
"Tom's perfectly good as a father, we swear! Buzz can't be taken from him, and doesn't need to be! Everything that child needs, Tom provides for him!" I promised, begging her to believe us. We couldn't go back on our promise; we couldn't take Buzz away, not when we'd promised we wouldn't. Tom would never trust us again, would never forgive us. Hell he would never forgive himself if he lost Buzz.
"A-And anything else that's needed, we can give him! We're always around the house, we play with Buzz, and if Tom's having a bad day, we can look after Buzz ourselves! He doesn't need to be taken away, we can look after him." Danny jumped to say too, "Please don't take Buzz away, please. Tom needs Buzz, more than you can imagine. And Buzz needs Tom, they're all they have left, please don't separate them."
"Alright, I was just making sure. I'm sorry to have asked, but I have to in situations like this. Luckily, Tom's wife left before she could cause some lasting damage in Buzz emotionally... Was there any sign of any type of abuse in the child?" Natasha made us all cringe at the mention of abuse.
It still didn't feel real that Tom was abused. It just... things like that couldn't happen to us. We'd been through so much in the last few years, we deserved happiness now. We had all thought that we were happy now, but somehow Tom had been abused. He had actually been abused and broken down by his wife, how was that real? It shouldn't have been real.
"No, not as far as we know." I shook my head.
"He, he never had bumps or bruises, or looked to be in pain." Dougie spoke up for the first time, his tiny hands clinging to mine. He was scared here; he hadn't been scared of therapists in such a long time. He hadn't been scared of them since his stay in this building; I hated seeing him scared like this.
"Yeah, he was always so happy, a-and never looked like he had been hurt. He was just like any other little boy." Danny agreed, at least that was something we could all be thankful for. That little baby Buzz had been left unscarred by all this, that he hadn't been touched in all this horror.
"Good, that's good, something to be grateful for, so we only have to worry about Tom and his state." Natasha seemed to be thinking for a minute.
"So, do you think you can help Tom?" I asked, hating to push her, but needing to know.
"I think I can. I'm not going to say that it's going to be an easy fix, or that there's going to be immediate improvement, but I think I can do at least some good. If I can't, I will give you the numbers of several other psychiatrists who I think are more likely to help. Right now though, I think I'll be able to help." Oh thank God, thank God.