Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Mention of noncom, not explicit

Tom followed quickly behind Severus, matching each of the man's long strides.

The man seemed worried, but not about himself it seemed. He didn't seemed concerned in the least by the threats of death he had not long ago been presented with.

This is of course left Tom wondering what the man could possibly think was going on, but kept his queries to himself, knowing they would be answered in moments with their imminent arrival.

Soon enough, they arrived in the healing ward of the manor, which was shockingly silent. No hint of the earlier explosion, or the fighting that might have followed, in the halls outside each individual healing room. After a few moments of strained listening, Tom heard the sound of voices coming from one of the rooms to his right. Severus must have heard it too because he immediately headed toward the room and threw the door open. Both men ran quickly into the room.

The first thing Tom noted as he entered the room was the lack of fighting. There were no spells being thrown around and no bodies on the floor, so the explosion from earlier must not have been what he had originally thought it to be. The second thing he noted was that all of the décor that had once lined the room, were now either strewn about the room or completely broken. It seemed whatever explosion he had heard had destroyed the once lovely decorations.

Next he noticed the people surrounding the infirmary bed. The two whose faces they could see were drawn into visages of pure shock and horror, and considering on of the two people was the ever stony faced Lucius Malfoy that was saying something. Rodolphus, in addition to his shocked face, had turned an alarming shade of translucent. It was when he focused on the woman whose back was to him, whom he knew to be Narcissa Malfoy by the blonde locks that fell down her back, that he felt the overwhelming presence of magic and anger in the air.

He was surprised that he hadn't noticed it the moment he had stepped in, the poteen of it practically filling the room thick with tension. She must have been the source of the explosion. It was well known that children had emotionally charged spells of accidental magic, but it was true that in times of great emotion adults were known to have fits of it as well. Based on the intense feeling of anger that was blanketing the room, Tom would definitely say that was what it looked like had happened.

But why?

Before his question could be answered, he saw Severus dart forward to the bed, slightly moving Narcissa aside to reveal the one person in the room he hadn't seen yet.

There on the bed, just as he had expected, was Roselyn Potter. She was trembling, with what Tom assumed to be fear based on the expression on her face, the tears from earlier not yet dried up. Severus grabbed her shoulders and began looking over her frantically, something entirely out of character for the generally dour man. Seemingly not seeing anything too big to worry about, after all Tom couldn't see anything what else could there be to see, Severus stopped his examination and looked her in the eye.

"Roselyn, calm down. Breathe, and calm down." As Severus spoke to her the trembling became less pronounced, before she began to weep openly once more and fall into the man's arms. His arms wrapped around her, as he began more attempts to comfort her.

Tom stepped forward and placed his hand on Narcissa's shoulder to draw her attention. Her head quickly turned to him, their eyes met, and Tom saw the anger burning in her eyes.

"My lord," she ground out, seemingly trying to keep with pleasantries even as angry as she was.

"What was that explosion?" he asked, even though he had already guessed the answer.

Narcissa glanced over to the bed where Severus was still comforting the crying girl. "It was me, my lord. Not the girl if that is what you were thinking."

Tom admitted he had thought that, but went on to ask what had caused her to get so upset magical explosion was caused. Narcissa said nothing, but leant over to the table beside the bed and grabbed a piece of parchment that sat there.

She looked at it, then clutched it to her chest before saying anything. "I just wanted to see if there were any pressing issues to be dealt with. She looks fine, so I did just a basic diagnostic charm to look at injuries or things that may have affected her within the last week. My lord…" she seemed to wrestle with herself before she decided to speak. "We have to help her. I know she is your enemy, but she is still a witch, and as a member of the wizarding world someone needs to look out for her."

Tom just nodded, not sure what to expect from the parchment Narcissa was about to shown him, but knowing it wasn't going to be good. Narcissa's well-manicured hand reached out and handed Tom the diagnostic.

It didn't take Tom more than two lines into the diagnostic before he understood the woman's anger, and the poor girls fear.

He finished reading quickly, and the parchment fell to the floor.

There were more injuries than would expect anyone to have received in one week. The diagnostics showed that there was bruising and spell damage to be taken care of. But it wasn't that which was the most worrying.

It was the evidence of rape and attempted abortion charms that truly angered him. Especially as it was obvious from the scans, not a single one of the attempted charms were done with Roselyn's consent.

His eyes met Narcissa's, and he was sure the anger he saw in her eyes was now reflected in his. "Who did this to her?"

"I don't know my lord. I haven't had a chance to ask or even more thoroughly examine. I just got so angry, my magic exploded out of me, which of course terrified the poor girl and I haven't got a word from her since. My lord we have to help her."

Tom and Narcissa both turned their heads toward the girl.

Tom had many questions, but one was still burning, prominent in his mind. What was going on?