The Re-Education of Tommy Weasley

Disclaimer: We do not own any of these characters, JK Rowling does.

oOoOoOoOo

Chapter 5

oOoOoOoOo

Tommy tried to struggle away, but it was no use he was still paralyzed completely unable to move. He wanted to run, run off into the forest that bordered the Weasley's property and perhaps be eaten by a hippogriff or something, anything would be better then going back to Azkaban.

He knew given the choice they would choose Harry he wasn't stupid enough to think they would fight for him and that made his chest feel hollow empty and painful. He wondered what Arthur would do to him for punishment, how hard he would spank him and with what or if he would even bother punishing him at all or if he would just send him back to Azkaban.

His stomach churned a bit at the thought.

There was no doubt in his mind he was going back to Azkaban he just wasn't sure he could take a spanking on top of that, not that he really thought they would pass up the chance to spank him he just hoped that they would show a little mercy and that since they were going to send him back to Azkaban anyway they wouldn't pile a spanking on top after all if they weren't going to keep him what good would spanking do, if he was just going to be kissed anyway.

He wouldn't hold his breath though, he didn't expect mercy. Why should he? However, what really got him is that he didn't even know why he did what he did it was like he had no control over it, none at all he just felt so frustrated so very frustrated that it felt like the only way to ease that frustration was to lash out.

Arthur sighed as he watched Harry leave; his heart ached for the boy. He really hoped that Harry would come around, but that possibility was becoming more and more distant. He still had to do right by Tommy though; they couldn't just cast the boy aside. Besides, the child had grown on them and recently it had been much easier to look past the past and see the little boy that the former dark lord had become.

He had been so well behaved and had even started to open a up a bit and they could see a warm loving child within the boy longing to be set free. This kind of regression just didn't make sense, was it Harry that brought it out?

Arthur winced as the back door slammed and then looked down at the paralyzed boy with a sigh. "You are in BIG trouble mister." He said as he made his way to Tommy's room.

Tommy would have whimpered and gulped if he had, had the ability to do so. He felt his stomach tighten painfully, 'BIG trouble mister'... that didn't sound good, not good at all!!

Once Arthur reached Tommy's room he pulled out the desk chair and sat in it, then he pulled Tommy over his lap and undid the paralysis spell. As soon as the paralysis was taken off Tommy started to struggle over Arthur's lap.

Arthur ignored Tommy's struggles and pulled the boy's trousers and pants down. He brought his hand down with a loud SMACK!

"NO DADDY OWWWW!!!" Tommy cried out struggling and squirming, it wasn't fair he got spanked for just trying to hurt Harry but Harry didn't get spanked for actually hurting him!! Besides if he was going to be sent back to Azkaban anyway it wasn't fair to get spanked too!!

Arthur quickly brought his hand down hard and fast, covering the tiny bottom.

Tommy yelped and wriggled kicking his legs and trying to buck away as Arthur set his tiny tush on fire.

Soon he couldn't take it and he started to wail, tears streaming down his cheeks as Arthur continued to spank.

"What are you being spanked for?" Arthur asked, not letting up in the least.

Tommy wailed his legs kicking frantically "D-Don knowwww!!!!"

"You were trying to hurt Harry. If you had managed to hit him with that rock, he could have been seriously injured or even died!" Arthur said, landing all the swats on Tommy's sensitive sit spot.

Tommy sobbed "B-But g-going back t-to Azban!!" he wailed throwing his hand back to protect his cheeks "No Moreee!!!!"

Arthur paused at that. "Azkaban, where did you hear that? You're not going back to Azkaban."

Coughing a bit Tommy sniffled "Harwy sayed him or me." he explained.

"Harry was simply angry, he didn't really mean it." Arthur said, although in his heart he knew he was only fooling himself. "We won't give you up."

Tommy sniffed at that and wriggled his bum "I liddow not `tupid!" he said indignantly.

Arthur sighed and righted Tommy so that his bottom was resting between his spread legs.

He looked the boy in the eye. "No it may not be true that Harry was simply angry, you're right. But we won't give you up. We knew when we took you in that it would not be easy. We knew that we might forfeit our friendship with Harry. But in spite of all that, we took you in we accepted the responsibility and everything that came along with it and we will not be going back on that."

Tommy rubbed at his eyes and leaky nose looking up at Arthur in disbelief. He would do that for him? He frowned and hung his head suddenly feeling very sad for causing Arthur to lose Harry; he had never been one to feel anything for others before so these new emotions were odd and somewhat worrisome to him.

"I s-sorry, not mean to." he sniffled out.

Arthur pulled the boy closer. "Tommy, I know that it was not your intention. It was our decision. No matter what reasons and circumstances came before, you are now our son; you are not just a Weasley in name. You are a part of the family. We won't give you up just like we wouldn't give up any of our other children for doing something wrong."

Tommy put his pointer finger in his mouth and started to chew on it "I not meaned a go affer Harwy." he said biting down hard on the little digit, pinching it viciously between his molars.

Arthur lifted Tommy's head to look into his eyes. "What do you mean, that you didn't mean to go after Harry?"

Biting down harder on his finger Tommy squirmed "not meaned to..." he wriggled more unsure how to explain the fact that he had not felt at all in control.

"Not able ta control it." he managed to get out hoping that would be enough for the man to understand.

"Control what?" Arthur asked alarmed.

Tommy frowned "Mad"

Arthur's brows furrowed as he tried to decipher that statement. "You mean your anger?"

Tommy nodded biting down on his finger again.

Arthur frowned. "You need to learn how to control it though, you can't just do such destructive things."

Tommy bit down hard and whimpered pulling the abused finger from his mouth and pouting "not meaned to"

"Tommy, you can't just claim you were playing with that rock or some rubbish like that. There are spells in place that paralyze you if there is any malicious intent, as well as an alarm to inform Molly and myself of such an event. You meant to hit Harry with that rock, and you would have if it had not been for that spell." Arthur said, his voice hardened, as he was beginning to lose patience with the boy.

Tommy whimpered "Noooo!" he cried he wasn't trying to lie, he squirmed uncomfortably sensing his fathers anger.

"Was mad a Harwy... frustrated." he pouted and looked down "frustrated n mad... n dark" he sniffled.

Arthur blinked at that last one. "What do you mean by 'dark'?"

"The dark, takes control makes me mad!!" the little one said his hands balling up into little fists.

Now Arthur was really alarmed, this could be a much bigger thing than simply learning to control one's impulsives. But for the matter at hand, Tommy still needed to be punished, this was a serious matter. Arthur knew that Harry would not go to Dumbledore or the Wizemagot about this, but if they ever got wind of the incident there could be serious repercussions, especially if Tommy wasn't severely punished. Arthur sighed, he really could not afford to go easy on the boy.

"We'll talk about that later Tommy, maybe see about getting you some help. But for now, what you did was very serious. I'm afraid I'm going to use the hairbrush for this." Arthur then summoned the hairbrush from across the room.

Tommy's lower lip trembled and his eyes watered again as he looked up at Arthur and shook his head one little hand reaching under him to cover his sore stinging tail

"NOO Daddy!!! Pease!!! I sorry!!" he wailed.

"I know you are sorry now, but you have to learn to prevent such things from occurring in the first place. Now, I will not be swatting as hard I as I did on Halloween, I was ordered to use full force then. I will only give you ten swats." Arthur said, trying to comfort the boy even as he faced more punishment.

Tommy whimpered and looked up at Arthur pleadingly "Y-You not s-spanked Harwy for when he hurted me!!" he pointed out in a sob.

Arthur rubbed the little boy's back. "That's a little complicated. Harry is a guest, and we treat him differently than we would treat our own children. However close we hold the boy to our hearts, he still isn't ours, and we don't really have the right to punish him. If it had been any of your siblings though... Well, they would not have gotten off as easily as Harry had."

"No fair!" Tommy complained

"I know it doesn't seem fair, I will speak to Harry's guardian about his behavior. As for your brothers though... I've already spanked them for what they did to you. Just as I am spanking you for what you did to Harry." Arthur said firmly.

Tommy whimpered, but out of arguments he stayed quiet, his hand still under him covering as much of his little bum as he could.

Arthur took Tommy's silence to be a sign of agreement, and flipped the boy over his lap so that Tommy's bright red bottom was vulnerable.

Tommy let out a little sob as his hand was pried off his bottom and he wriggled a bit "Not wan spanks Daddy!!" he cried though he made no real attempt to get away.

"I know you don't, but you still need to be punished. I'm sorry, but your behavior was not acceptable!" With that, Arthur brought the hairbrush down with a crisp SMACK!

Tommy let out a scream as the brush landed on his bum and his legs kicked out reflexively "OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"I know that Harry hurt you but it is not your job to get revenge." Arthur lectured as he brought the brush down two more times on the tiny bottom.

"I SSSOORREEEEEE!!!" he sobbed wriggling about, oh how he hated the brush!!

Arthur continued to bring the brush down on the tiny bottom, deepening the red coloring.

Tommy sobbed and howled wrapping his fists into Arthur's robes and holding tight his legs kicking frantically.

Finally, Arthur landed the final swat and put the hairbrush down. He rubbed Tommy's back gently to calm the boy.

Tommy just sobbed holding his fathers robes in a death grip "AAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYY" he howled.

Arthur let Tommy cry himself out before pulling the boy into a comforting embrace. "Shh... There, there." He said gently.

Allowing Arthur to pry his little hands off his robes and lift him up, Tommy buried his face in the man's chest. His sobs quieted into sniffles and hiccups as he leaned heavily into his father.

Arthur waited until Tommy was calm again before lifting the boy up and walking out the door. "I'm going to give you a bath now, and then it's straight to bed Mister!" He said sternly but with a hint of playfulness to lighten the mood.

Tommy gave Arthur a pout, he didn't want a bath and definitely didn't want one with a sore bum, it always aggravated the stingy cheeks. "I had a baf last night!" the little one complained.

"Well, you need one now." Arthur countered as he entered the bathroom, and started running the water. He shook his head, Tommy had never protested a bath before.

"Nu uh don't!!" Tommy whined twisting in Arthur's arms to get away.

"Tommy." Arthur said in a warning voice.

Tommy knew that voice and immediately heeded it, stilling completely in his fathers arms though he did start to cry again, rather hard.

Arthur started rocking the boy a bit, trying to calm him down. "Hey, now, what's wrong?" He asked gently.

"N-Not wan baf!" he cried miserably.

"I know you don't, but you're all sweaty and sticky. You need a bath." Arthur reasoned.

"But it hurts." he whined turning to hide his face in Arthur's chest.

Oh so that was it... The child reasonably didn't want to sit his freshly spanked bum in hot water...

"I'll tell you what." Arthur said as he pulled Tommy away a bit to look at him. "I'll let you stand for most of it, but I'll have to dunk you under the water once to rinse you off."

Tommy rubbed his sticky wet face and nodded his head "K-Kay daddy, but real quick right?" the tiny tot negotiated.

"I'll be as quick as possible." Arthur promised.

"Kay" Tommy nodded in agreement.

Arthur filled the tub up, but not as full as he would normally when bathing Tommy, and then stripped the boy. He then lifted the child and set him on his feet in the tub. He then quickly set about washing him. Lathering up a washcloth, he scrubbed every inch of the boy, and was especially careful with the boy's tender bottom.

Tommy allowed himself to be washed till his father brought the flannel to his bum and which point he started wriggling like a little worm and making tiny squeaking noises.

"Tommy, be still." Arthur said firmly as he washed the tender bum

"Noooo." he squeaked arching his back to get his bottom away, even with the gentleness of how his bum was being clean the scratchy flannel still agitated the sore skin.

Arthur landed a quick warning swat to the little wet bottom. "Tommy behave! I don't want to but I could take you over my knee again if you don't settle down."

"AAOOOOWWW!! No daddy!!" Tommy yipped putting his hand back to cover his bottom swatting Arthur's hand away from it.

"Then be still! This is your last warning." Arthur's patience was running low.

Tommy whimpered and cowered a bit and stilled completely, it was never good when his daddy got angry!

Arthur finished washing Tommy and then said the boy. "Okay, we're almost done, we just need to rinse you off, close your mouth and eyes and I'll dunk you under the water."

Tommy gulped but nodded, he didn't like the sound of that but he didn't want to get in trouble, his father already sounded far too angry for his liking.

Putting an arm around the tiny back and beneath both knees, Arthur lifted then quickly dunked the boy, only holding him under long enough to rinse off all of the suds. Then he picked up the boy and set him on his feet to dry him off. Arthur rubbed vigorously with a towel to dry the boy, but made sure to be extra gentle with the boy's bottom.

Tommy became stiff as a bored when he was lowered under the water icy fingers of panic gripping him, though he didn't struggle his hands balled tightly into fists as he fought the urge to thrash. He was only under for a few moments but it felt like much longer and when he was pulled up and out of the tub he was panting and shivering.

Upon hearing Tommy's erratic breathing, Arthur paused. It was only when he stopped that he noticed the boy shivering. Arthur frowned; Tommy shouldn't be cold just after a warm bath. "What's wrong, Tommy?"

The little one shook his head and then propelled himself at his father clinging around the man's waist in an uncharacteristic display of emotion.

Arthur scooped the still damp boy up into his arms. "Hey now, what's wrong?" He asked gently.

"Not like being holded unner waters" He sniffled shivering a bit.

Arthur frowned at that, something didn't seem quite right and the niggling at the back of his mind was telling him to find out about it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Arthur asked as he rubbed the small boy's back.

"Tommy evil... Must get rid of evil... drown it make it go 'way." Tommy repeated almost mechanically what he had heard so many times from the elderly orphanage worker whose task it was to bathe him in the evenings.

"Tommy, who said that?" Arthur asked in a stunned whisper.

"Miss Mary." he whispered directly in the man's ear as if letting the man in on a huge secret.

"Who is Miss Mary?" Arthur asked although, he dreaded the answer.

"At da orfumage." Tommy answered laying his head on the man's shoulder.

It was just as Arthur feared, he had begun to suspect that Tommy had faced abuse in the past, but the boy was usually so tight-lipped on the subject of his past childhood. Arthur held the child tighter to offer the boy as much comfort as he could. "She was wrong." He said softly, and then just a bit louder. "You're not evil, despite having done some very evil things. That orphanage worker was wrong to do such terrible things to you."

Tommy peered up at him and blinked his eyes. "Am evil... Dumdore say so too... tried to hurt Harwy."

"Dumbledore doesn't believe you are evil either. Giving you this second chance is proof of that. And as for trying to hurt Harry..." Arthur paused to collect his thoughts. "Tommy, I believe you have something wrong with you that causes you to have those violent impulses. It doesn't make you evil, but may make you do evil things. It would be like a sickness."

Tommy lifted his head and looked at Arthur, this was the first time anyone had given any real thought to why he did what he did and didn't believe he was just evil but that maybe there was something wrong with him, and though he didn't like that something may be wrong with him the thought that maybe he was sick, that, that was why he did bad things was actually comforting because then maybe it wasn't all his fault and maybe if he was just sick he could be cured too.

"After the Holiday, we'll talk to Dumbledore and try to find a healer. We'll try to find something that can help you." Arthur promised.

Tommy blinked eyes sparkling with tears. They were really going to help him? A small fist wiped teary eyes. They weren't doing it for him he knew, he shouldn't think they would they were doing it because it would make him less dangerous and better to be around for them. Tommy had learned a lot in his life but mostly that no one else cared about him and no one else ever could.

"Now, I think we should get you ready for bed." Arthur said cuddled the boy for a bit before setting him down to finish drying him off. When he had finished, he wrapped the child in the towel and carried the boy to his room.

Tommy simply nodded, far too confused at the moment about everything to protest as Arthur patted his tiny sore bottom carefully with the towel to dry it before drying any other wetness still left. He laid his head down on the man's chest as he carried him into his bedroom.

It was after Arthur had dressed the boy in his pajamas that he spoke. "Now Tommy, you have to understand that what you did was very naughty. I'm afraid that the spanking you just had won't be the end of it." Arthur hated to say it, hated to impose the punishment he knew he had to give but if Dumbledore found out about what Tommy had done, and give how mad Harry was he wouldn't be surprised if the man got hold if this particular information, things could get bad and if Arthur couldn't tell the elderly wizard that he had punished the child and punished him severely things could get very bad for Tommy and for him.

Tommy looked at his father wide eyed and whimpered gulping nervously "More?"

"You will be getting bedtime spankings for the next three days." Arthur said firmly, with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"Nooooo!" Tommy cried "I sorry!!!"

Arthur sighed and explained sadly. "I know you are son, but this was very serious. It falls along with your original crimes, it was made very clear that we had to discourage you strongly from such destructive behavior."

Tommy started to cry again "`ready s-spanked hard!" he insisted.

"I know you were already spanked hard, but these bedtime spankings won't be full ones. They will be more of a reminder to behave. Just 12 swats with my hand before bed and only for three nights." Arthur said as he scooped the child up into his arms.

Tommy hid his face in Arthur's chest more willing now then he had ever been before to accept offered comfort, he figured he would enjoy it while it lasted "Not want, daddy" he whimpered. He really really didn't want bedtime spankings again!

"I know you don't want, but you need to learn. That kind of behavior is unacceptable." Arthur said firmly as he cuddled the child.

Tommy whimpered, he knew arguing would do no good and from past experience would only earn him more so he decided to quit while he was ahead.

"I s-sorry." Tommy said in a small voice.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry that this is necessary but you need to learn." Arthur said gently.

Tommy didn't respond to that at all, he had nothing to say and as such he simply remained quiet.

Arthur held Tommy for a little while before tucking the boy in on his stomach. Arthur turned to leave, darkening the room when he reached the door. "Good night Tommy." He said softly.

The only answer from the little boy now huddled under his blanket clinging to his stuffed kneazle tightly was a loud sniffle.