The Re-Education of Tommy Weasley
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Chapter 6
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Tommy woke with a whimper. His entire body ached and he wasn't sure why. It had been a few weeks since he had last earned a spanking, the one that came with three bedtime spankings right before Christmas for trying to hurt Harry so there was no logical reason for all the aching. Tommy walked on eggshells after that, afraid that after trying to hurt Harry they might decide he was really hopeless and sent him back to Azkaban or maybe go back to those daily spankings again, he hadn't yet been willing to take any chances and so he had been unnaturally well behaved. Thus he had not been spanked in weeks.
So why was he so sore then?
Shivers over took his body and he realized he was covered in a thick film of sweat. His head pounded and his chest ached along with every other muscle in his tiny body and the room spun as he tried to sit up.
It was still dark outside; Tommy registered as he looked out the window, the only light in the room coming from the thin crescent of a moon.
Managing to get out of bed, Jerry clutched tightly to his chest, Tommy stumbled forward landing in a heap on the floor and he suddenly had an aching need for his mummy.
Where the hell had that come from? Tommy was feeling too ill to think on it and so in a pained cry he called out "Mummmyyy!!"
Lucas let out a loud meow from where he had been sleeping on the bed, now alert and on his feet he walked over to the edge of the bed and peered at his boy before hopping off the edge and pacing around him as if guarding the sick child.
Molly, a seasoned mother, was trained quite well and no matter how deep a sleep she was in her body simply reacted to the cried moniker. Her eyes snapped opened and she was out of bed in a flash and rushing into Tommy's bedroom. Spotting the child in a heap on the floor she bustled over and swept him up in her arms. The heat radiating off the little body alerted her immediately to the fact that the little one was running a fever. She could feel the dampness of the child whose body had obviously been trying to sweat the fever out with little success; his pajamas were soaked in it. So holding Tommy tight she made her way to the bathroom to run him a cool bath, Lucas following close behind.
"Mummy." Tommy said, the word a sob and Molly noticed tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Shhh, mummy is here Tommy." she cooed in an attempt to get the distraught boy to calm. She sat on the toilet seat; Tommy cradled to her and set cool water running in the tub. When the water level was high enough she stripped the child of his wet clothing and eased him into the tub.
Tommy whimpered and cried as his feverish body touched the cool water. Molly hushed him gently.
With one arm around his back to hold him up, his head cradled in the crook of her arm, she grabbed a washcloth with the other dipping it into the water and slowly bathing his face with it.
Lucas pased back and forth in front of the bathtub like a sentry keeping guard over his sick boy.
"C-Cold" he complained.
"I know it is, just a bit longer I want to get you cleaned up and cooled down a little." She said softly as she gently cleaned his body with the washcloth. She quickly washed his sweat soaked hair before draining the tub and wrapping him in a large fluffy towel, which she put a warming charm on.
She held him close to her as she walked back out to Tommy's bedroom mindful of the kitten that was walking very close to her feet not wishing to step on the little guy.
Balancing Tommy on her hip wrapped tightly in the warm towel she bent down and plucked Jerry off the floor before fishing a pair of pajamas out of his chest of draws. She then went and sat on his bed and set about dressing the whimpering child in the green feety pajamas complete with drop seat. When he was dressed she handed the child his stuffed cat. Cradling the little boy to her she acciod her medical kit, the one she had used for each one of her children when they were sick to assess if a call to the pediatric wizard was needed.
Taking out a thermometer she coaxed it under his tongue. He whined and pushed it out with said tongue.
Molly fixed him with a stern look "I have a thermometer here that can go in your other end Tommy, if you aren't going to be a big boy and allow me to take your temperature then Ill have to get out the one for babies." She threatened.
Tommy's glassy eyes went wide, he knew exactly what it is she was getting at and he quickly stopped fighting allowing Molly to place the thermometer back under his tongue. Sure Molly could have used a diagnostic spell but she wasn't nearly as proficient at those as the medi witches and wizards and the muggle way was just more accurate for her.
She tisked as she read the temperature on the thermometer, 102.5 far too high.
Relieved to have the protested item out of his mouth he turned and buried his face in Molly's chest. She was wearing a soft flannel nightshirt; it was red with gold accents and looked to be as old as Dumbledore himself. Molly hadn't bothered with a dressing gown and had just barley slipped her feet into her fuzzy red slippers with built in warming charm, they had been a gift from Arthur when she was pregnant with Ginny, for some reason during that pregnancy her feet seemed to be perpetually cold. They were nearly 15 years old now but were still comfortable and the charm on them had not worn out, wizarding items tended to last far longer then their muggle counterparts anyway. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail as she was often want to do when the day was over and she no longer felt the need for her hair to look pristine and instead preferred the convenience of having it out of her face, no one, but no one outside of the family ever saw her hair pulled back in such a way.
Molly patted his back soothingly, they would have to call the pediatric wizard in the morning there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Accioing a fever reduction potion she helped Tommy swallow it before lifting him up and carrying him and Jerry into her and Arthur's bedroom, she didn't want to leave the little one alone when he was so sick and clingy she never had with any of her other children. It was many a night that Arthur and Molly had slept with a sick little one between them since they had first become parents over 20 years ago. Though the furry little kitten that was following her at the moment... that would be a new addition to their bed.
Tommy looked completely confused as they entered Molly and Arthur's bedroom and he looked from Arthur who was still asleep in bed to Molly who had a finger over her lips to silently tell Tommy to keep quiet as to not wake his daddy up.
"You are going to sleep here with mummy and daddy." She explained in a whisper "We will call the healer in the morning." She finished as she climbed into bed situating Tommy between her and Arthur and tucking him in snuggly.
Tommy yawned and curled up against Molly, holding Jerry tight, relishing in the care he had never before received as a child, concentrating on the warm body next to him he ignored the memories of the cold nights he had spend shivering and sick locked in his solitary room laying on a thin mattress covered by an even thinner blanket with no one wanting to be anywhere near him let alone to nurse him back to health. None of the orphanage's meager supply of medication was ever to be wasted on the likes of him and so he had suffered through many an illness with only his body's natural defenses to heal him. He had not had the benefit of any medical treatment what so ever till his first year at Hogwarts.
Lucas made his comforting presence known at the child's feet, curled up in a small ball warming him, his slight purrs vibrating against the bottom of his feet lulling him to sleep.
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The visit from the healer the next morning proved eventful, the child apparently had contracted strep throat, though how he had managed to contract such a muggle infection, magical people weren't normally susceptible to such maladies especially in the wizarding parts of the world, Molly hadn't known. The healer had said it was most likely because his magic had been bound and he no longer had its protection from such things.
The healer had kindly told them that she had nothing that she could give him for they didn't make a potion for these things as magical folks didn't contract such illnesses and that she should take the child to a muggle pediatrician for a prescription, she then gave Molly the name of someone she knew in the muggle world who was magic folk friendly and bid them good day.
And so she found herself bundling up a fussy sick child up in winter clothing, muggle style and carting him out to Hogwarts. She had spoken too the Headmaster about the issue and since Molly had no experience in the Muggle world and would have no idea how to use their transport or seem inconspicuous while trying and Arthur could not get off from work on such short notice it was agreed that Severus Snape, whom was raised in the muggle world and this knew much more about it then anyone else in the order (no one but those in the order would be trusted with young Tommy) would take Tommy to see the muggle pediatrician.
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Severus Snape hated children, the smaller they were the more he hated them.
Severus Snape hated the dark lord; the more time he had to spend with him the more he hated him.
Of all the errands, unpleasant as they had been in the past, none could possibly compare with this one. The old coot had finally lost his last marble Severus was certain of it!
Take the ex dark lord, now kiddified into a toddler, a sick toddler who was probably snotty, drippy, sticky, germ ridden and whiney to boot (thus combining the two things Severus hated more then anything else in the world in one disgusting, infectious, all together unpleasant little package), to the muggle world, a place he tried very hard to avoid. He could just rip his hair out of his head. The only consolation was that he had been given permission, by Dumbledore to punish the child should he misbehave, for who knew what the child would do when faced with the spy who had been responsible for his capture and there for current predicament. No one was sure the tiny dark lord knew that Snape had been a spy but everyone knew it had been suspected. He was harmless now though and Severus reveled in the fact that now HE would be the one in charge and able to hand out punishment as he saw fit. Oh yes paybacks was a bitch.
Now Severus Snape was not a nice man, the end of the war had not brought about any change in him, though now he could be equally nasty to all of his students slytherins included without fear of giving himself away as a spy and he had to admit he liked that, he especially liked the look on Draco's face when he, for the first time ever, had docked 30 points from him and assigned him 3 weeks detention for cheating on a potion yet again. Merlin that had felt good! He had hated letting the spoiled brat get away with it all these years!
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Tommy had been less then thrilled with going to Hogwarts and he had not liked going piggy back on Molly's broom either... Molly wasn't much of a flyer but there was no other way to get the child to Hogwarts, the healer had told her no apparition as it would hurt the child's lung function as they were poorly affected by the illness as he had picked up a respiratory infection on top of the strep, and the floo would also agitate his respiratory system as well so the only way to get the child to Hogwarts.
Tommy coughed and pouted as he was carried through the school and to the headmaster's office and wriggled a bit. It was only when he saw Snape that he calmed down; he calmed further when he heard that Snape would be the one taking him to the Doctor. Snape had been a loyal follower, he had nothing to fear from him. Maybe Snape would even be able to save him, find a way to return him to his former self, unbind his magic. Though he was finding it rather odd that he didn't necessarily want that, part of him wanted the family and to have a second change. How anoyingly sappy!!
Snape glared hatefully at the small child.
Tommy blinked bleary eyes at him and frowned. Snape had never been one for smiling but he would never have dared to glare at him like that. Crinkling his nose he thought about it, even though his brain was hazy with the remnants of fever not completely gone even with the fever reducers, maybe his spy was simply keeping up appearances.
After everything was explained and Molly had left via floo Snape turned to leave only barking the order "COME!" to the boy. Snape set a brisk pace only occasionally glancing behind and repeating his order to hurry the boy along.
Tommy struggled to keep up his tiny legs unable to match that of Snape's long ones and the exertion was causing him to break into coughing fits. He was feeling tired, icky and achy and having to run after the man wasn't helping "Wait `Nape wait!" the tiny one called as he tried to keep up re adjusting the small book bag he was wearing on his back containing Jerry a blanket some tissues and an extra fever reducer just in case.
When Snape turned his eyes narrowed and his lips curled with distaste. "Well, hurry up, I don't have all day. And don't wander off!"
Tommy broke out into another coughing fit "You walk'n too fast!" he complained "I gots liddow legs now." he pointed out angrily.
"It seems that your regression has not addled your brains so much that you have lost your powers of deduction." Snape said sarcastically, but even he saw the problem. Pointing his wand at the boy he cast a levitation charm and had the boy follow him that way.
Tommy gave an indignant yelp as he started to float, why of all the disrespectful... Snape knew better then to treat him in such a way, why if he had been his former self Snape would have been cruiciod into next Tuesday!!
"Gimme down!!!" He demanded, "How dare you!!" He cried, "I still your Master!!"
Snape ignored the child and his outburst only canceled the charm when he had reached the train. For this one time use, Dumbledore had authorized him to utilize the Hogwarts express to get to London and back. Snape hurried into the train and into a compartment. He canceled the levitation charm on the child and smirked when the child landed in a heap.
"You stay here, don't cause any trouble, I will retrieve you when we reach London. Do not move from here." He said in a hard voice. Oh, how he hated this boy.
Tommy yipped when he was simply dropped on the floor of the train and felt like he was going to sick up, so he did all over Snape's shoes!! That made him feel better in more ways then one!
"Ugh! You disgusting little brat!" Snape quickly cast a scourgify to clean the mess up.
Leveling the child with the most hate filled glare Snape spoke. "You had better not cause me anymore trouble, I have been given permission to discipline you as I see fit. And I am my own Master!" Told him not wanting to leave the child's earlier comment unchecked. With that said, Snape turned and left the compartment.
Tommy gulped. The Rumors and suspicions about Snape being a traitor must have been true and if that was the case, and Snape did indeed have permission to discipline him as he wished then he might not survive this little outing. He whimpered, this was going to be a very, very bad day.
Groaning he took off his backpack, he really felt to sick to contemplate things at the moment. Opening the bag he took out Jerry and his blanket and curled up on the cushy bench and using Jerry as a pillow he curled up under the blanket and let his heavy eyes close. As he was falling asleep the thought occurred to him that Snape might try to kill him in his sleep and then it occurred to him he just didn't care and he allowed himself to drift off.
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When they arrived in London, Snape repeated his earlier orders to the boy and then made his way to the bus station. This time he couldn't levitate the boy, so he had to walk slower.
Tommy followed closely, he didn't like large crowds and he had to fight the overwhelming instinct to reach out and grab Snape's sleeve.
The pair made their way through London. As much as Snape hated the muggle world, he did know how to navigate through it. The made it to the pediatrician's office without incident. An hour later the pair had made their way out of the doctor's office and to the local chemist to pick up the prescription. Snape grumbled all the while, most of the time spent at the doctor's had been from sitting in the waiting room. The chairs were far too uncomfortable and the reading material was all muggle drivel. He wished he could have brought along a potions book, but the idea had simply not occurred to him. At least though the child had remained blessedly silent every now and then regarding him, much to his immense pleasure, with wide almost scared blue eyes, he had not even dared to play with the scattered toys. Snape had thought that more to do with the fact that it was far to embarrassing for him to play in front of one of his former death eaters. There had been minimal fuss from the boy, as the doctor looked him over, though he had seemed far less then pleased to be poked and prodded at.
Much to Snape's displeasure, he found himself waiting at the chemist as well. It would take some time to prepare the prescription. Not wanting to simply sit and wait, he wandered around the rest of the store. He heard a whimper to his side and turned to tell the brat to shut up when he realize that the whimper had come from another small child that was with his mother. Tommy was nowhere in sight. Snape snarled as he stalked through the aisles, finally finding the boy in front of some muggle knickknack, staring at it in a transfixed stupor. He immediately grabbed the boy and landed three hard swats to the little bottom.
"I told you not to wander off!" He said angrily as he dragged the boy over to the small waiting area in front of the chemist window. "Stay here, and do not move, I need to go wash my hand." Snape made a show of regarding the hand that had touched the boy as if it were now infected.
Tommy gulped and stared up at Snape as he scolded his eyes wide and fearful, he had not meant to wonder off he had been right beside Snape when a singing frog had caught his attention, the child that had been in a cart his mother had pushed passed reached out and pushed the button in his foot making it bounce around and sing, he didn't even realize the man had left! Letting out a loud cry and arching his back as his bottom was swatted, hard Tommy stumbled as he was pulled back over to the chemist window
"OWW `Nape!" The little one protested feebly. Rubbing his bottom a bit he nodded at the man's order to remain where he was whimpering a bit garnering a sympathetic look from the lady waiting with her baby.
"Ah poor dear got yourself a bit of a smacking hmm, well you really oughtn't wonder off and scare your daddy like that." She scolded good-naturedly before addressed Severus "I'll keep an eye on the little mite for you while you go wash your hands." She said cheerily assuming he had gotten something sticky on it, as was often the case when dealing with little ones. She smiled brightly at Snape, who's eye twitched at the 'daddy' comment. He merely nodded and took his leave for the bathroom.
Fortunately for Snape's mood (and sanity) when he returned to the window he found that the prescription was ready. Snape pocketed the small package and told the boy that they were leaving.
Tommy eyed the muggle woman and her child, who looked to be a bit younger then himself and waited impatiently pondering the idea of running, if he ran now then no one would be able to find him!
Biting his bottom lip and trying to build up the courage to make a break for it, when he saw Snape get back. Tommy frowned there went his shot.
Snape immediately turned his back on him to get the medication and Tommy saw this was his last shot so as soon as Snape had his back turned he started to inch away looking for a for some place to hide, not wanting to call attention to himself by running.
"Don't move!" Snape said sharply as he finished the transaction. He had spied the boy moving from the corner of his eye.
Tommy jumped then froze gulping nervously "W-Wasn't going nowhere `Nape" he lied.
"Right." Snape said sarcastically. "We're leaving now, come! And don't wander off!"
"Wasn't wanderin'" Tommy muttered as he followed Snape from the store, he was cranky and feeling icky and he didn't like being scolded by Snape of all people!! Feeling moody and irritable he stomped behind Snape instead of walked.
Snape ignored the small boy and simply headed for the exit. It wasn't long before the pair made it to the bus station.
Tommy followed behind as fast as he could but he was getting hot and sweaty with all the layers Molly had put on him. He stuck his hand up under his wool knit hat and scratched the sweaty skin of his forehead, only he pushed the hat up too much and a strong gust blew by just at that moment blowing his cap off his head and part way down the sidewalk. Molly would be very cross with him if he lost that hat, she had knitted it special for him for Christmas and he was sure it was a lot of work so he ran after it, that was it, he didn't want Molly to be mad at him and maybe spank him for losing it, it had nothing to do with any kind of attachment he may have to the first Christmas present he had ever gotten, no he wasn't attached to it at all.
Just as he was approaching it another gust blew it again and thus a game of chase the hat started.
When he finally caught the damn thing he sighed in relief only to look around and notice he had wandered a lot further then he had initially thought, he had no idea where he was Snape and the bus station where no where in sight and though a few minutes earlier he thought it a wonderful idea to try and run away now that he was alone and lost he found he was not so much liking it. In fact he was feeling more then a little scared. Bottom lip sticking out and trembling as he fought the need to start sobbing he looked around with wide eyes, everything was so big and he was so alone.
"Did you get separated from your Daddy?" A concerned voice asked.
Tommy jumped and spun around clutching the troublesome hat tightly in both hands and holding it to his chest "Y-Y-Ye..." he couldn't get the entire word out before he started to sob.
The muggle woman from earlier came and gathered the boy into her arms. "There, there. Don't cry, we'll find your Daddy." She said soothingly.
"Do you know where your Daddy was heading?" She asked.
Not caring to correct the lady's assumption that Snape was his father Tommy nodded his head "G-Goin to k-kins cwoss."
"Okay, are you going there by bus?" She prodded gently.
"Uh huh." Tommy sniffled rubbing a mitten-covered hand over his sticky wet face.
"Come along dear, I'll take you to the bus station." She said as she reached out and grabbed his hand, her other hand held onto her own child.
Tommy allowed the Lady to lead him a bit confused, she was muggle right?? Then how was it she was so nice? She was helping him and she didn't even know him.
Snape was near frantic when the pair reached the bus station, he had just been about to go the police station when he spotted Tommy. Panic quickly morphed into anger as he closed in on the child.
"I told you not to wander off!" He said as he grabbed the boy and led him to an empty bench. Snape sat down and then promptly pulled the boy over his lap.
Tommy let out a loud frightened squeak and tried to hold on to the nice muggle woman as Snape pulled him over to the bench instinctively sensing what was going to happen before he was even pulled over the mans lap "NO `Nape not meaned too!!" he cried.
Snape brought his hand down hard on the little bottom.
Tommy yelped his legs kicking up "No `Nape noooooo!" he squirmed and wriggled trying desperately to get away.
Snape set a furious pace and brought his hand down hard on the trouser covered bottom.
Tommy wailed and struggled "Not meaned toooo!!!" He cried out wriggling and kicking "OOWWIIIEEEEEEEEE no more `Nape!!!!" he sobbed throwing his hand back.
"Sir? Don't you think you're being a little too hard on the dear?" The muggle lady spoke up.
Snape turned and glared at the woman. "Shut up and mind your own business!" He said rudely as he gathered the boy's hand up and pined it to the small of his back.
"Of all the insufferable..." Snape grumbled as he bared the child's bottom.
Tommy gasped as he could feel the freezing January air kiss his bare bum cheeks and he let out a little wail his face coloring at not only being spanked in public but having his arse bared!
"NOOOOOO!!" He screamed "NOOO `Nape don't!!!! PEASE!!"
Snape ignore Tommy's pleas in favor of bringing his hard heavy hand down on the tiny bottom as quickly as he could. Tommy's bottom quickly turned from light pink to a bright red.
Tommy wailed as Snape spanked hard, one thing was for sure his bottom wasn't cold anymore, no quite the opposite, it was flaming, burning.
"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW, s-sorry ssooorryyyy!!" he cried.
Snape continued to lay on the hard swats onto the bright red bottom. This was the person who ruined his life! Who killed Lily! Those thoughts fueled Snape's rage as he kept spanking.
Tommy was yowling loudly he couldn't help it. Snape was spanking too hard for him to take the spanking stoically even though he knew he had an audience.
"Sir, I think he's had enough! If you don't stop I shall have to go to the police!" A shrill voice pierced the fog of Snape's rage and Tommy's cries. The muggle woman who had escorted Tommy to the station was looking at him determinately.
He realized that he couldn't afford to cause a scene. So, with his lips curled in distaste, he fixed the boy's clothes and let him up. He shot the child a look that said that this wasn't over and then said, "We've missed our bus, the next won't arrive for another fifteen minutes. You are to sit on that bench until then, and DO NOT MOVE!"
Tommy whimpered when his clothing was fixed and he was quickly placed on his feet the sudden movement coupled with the hard shake and being sick made him feel dizzy and sick to his stomach but this time he managed not to sick up on the man. Sobbing hard he looked at Snape with teary eyes, did he really expect him to sit? "I s-stand?" he pleaded.
"No" Snape said with finality.
Tommy shuffled from foot to foot both hands behind him rubbing at his throbbing bottom "C-Cant sit `Nape!" he insisted.
"You can." Snape insisted. "There is nothing physically preventing you from performing the action, so refusal to do so is simply disobedience and insolence. If you insist on being disobedient, we can have another 'discussion' regarding that."
A smug gleam in Snape's eye didn't leave any room for any other interpretation of what he meant.
Tommy let out a frighten squeak and scrambled over to the bench where he climbed up and settled on his knees keeping his bottom from touching anything.
Snape stalked over to Tommy and picked the boy up. He maneuvered the boy so that his legs were not in the way and set him back down, and none too gently too. "You are not a monkey, do not sit like one."
Tommy let out a loud yelp as he was plopped down on his aching arse "OOOWWWW `Nape it hurts!!" he complained.
"Good! That will teach you to wander off." Snape said and then preceded to ignore boy as best he could. He glared at the clock, as if willing time to pass faster. Oh, how he wished he had a potions magazine or something intelligent to read. None of this muggle drivel.
Tommy sobbed and sat as still as he could but he couldn't help wriggling, his bum really hurt!!!