The Re-Education of Tommy Weasley

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

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Chapter 9

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Helga whistled a happy little tune as she headed down the dungeon corridors towards Salazar's personal chambers. Her bright yellow dress shimmered with happy magic her matching yellow shoes clicked merrily on the cobbled floor as she nearly skipped along the way.

"Hello Severus." She greeted the portrait guarding Salazar's rooms sweetly.

The blond man in the portrait with bright green eyes, Salazar's great grandfather Severus Slytherin, raised an eyebrow at the young witch.

"Ah young Miss Hufflepuff, is my grandson expecting you?" He asked skeptically for he didn't think his grandson would be doing what he was if he were.

"No." She said sheepishly as she smiled at him shyly a bright red blush rising in her cheeks.

"I wanted to surprise him." She said sweetly.

"Perhaps you should come back when he has called for you dear." He suggested not unkindly.

Helga raised an eyebrow at him then shook her head her brunet curls bouncing around her face as she gave out a mischievous child like giggle.

"That would spoil the fun." She protested

"Ah but you know as well as I that young Salazar does not enjoy surprises." The portrait tried though he knew is grandsons fiance' well enough to know that she wasn't often swayed from her chosen course.

"He loves them when they come from me." She insisted and then she gave the password and old Severus Slytherin had no choice but to give her admittance.

Helga didn't bother knocking on Salazar's bed chambers, she never did, instead, still whistling her happy tune she swung the door open and barged right in.

The tune stopped half whistled and instead a loud shriek was emitted from the previously happy young witch's mouth.

"Salazar Slytherin you, you... eeeeehhhhhhhhhhh" She let out a high pitched frustrated squeal, for Helga Hufflepuff, not one known for insulting others, had no suitable ones to spring into her mind.

Salazar quickly rolled off the young muggle born witch he had been atop and yanked the blankets over both their naked sweaty bodies and stared at Helga with wide eyes.

"D-Dearest I... I can explain." He stammered out as he found himself staring at the business end of Helga's wand.

Helga's eyes shone with fury her hand holding her wand so tightly her finger tips yellowed, was shaking in anger. Helga, not one to anger easily was quite likely the most terrifying person in the world if you were unlucky enough to be one of the few who had.

Helga let out an incoherent shriek in the stead of an incantation, her feelings of rage and betrayal bubbled forth as she simply willed the spells effects. She wanted him to pay! She wanted him to never look at another witch that way again. She wanted to make sure he could never sire any progeny.

Now, the magic responded to her conflicting wishes in ways that no one could have predicted. Salazar was affected to his magical core. The only half successful curse of his jilted lover, had tainted his magic. Her rage at the muggleborn witch transferred over to Salazar, making him not only repulsed by that particular muggleborn, but by all. Because of Helga's turbulent emotions, the curse reacted to her wish for his lack of descendants. Instead of making the wizard sterile, for Salazar's own magic was able to repel that, it attached itself to Salazar in such a way that the curse would be passed on to future generations. Anchored in their magical cores.

It was this moment that set into motion the events that would be called the 'Great Divide', where Slytherin left Hogwarts and the other founders. No longer able to stand muggleborns, or his ex-fiance, he went into self imposed exile. The events would later become obscured by time. No one but those in the room knew of what happened that day and later it would be thought that it was a fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor over muggleborn admittance to the school that caused the rift. The fight that had occurred between the two former best friends was merely the last straw... And no one in the room really understood the nature of the curse or how it had mutated...

Until...

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The fire place in the Burrow flared to life and Tommy's healer, the most brilliant diagnostician Dumbledore knew, flown in from all the way from America, stuck his head through.

"Hello?" He called into the empty room.

Molly who had been in the kitchen fixing lunch came bustling over to the fireplace.

"Oh Healer House to what do I owe this call?" She asked peering onto the floo where healer House's face was.

"Get the boy and your husband, I am stepping through." He told her before his head disappeared only to be replaced by his entire body a moment later. He stumbled a moment as he regained his equilibrium and hobbled out of the fire place his cane wobbling a bit on the uneven creaking wooden floor boards of the Burrow.

It had taken him longer then he would have liked to puzzle out the symptoms, he wasn't used to figuring out magical disorders in fact he had left the magical healing world for the muggle one because most magical diseases were far too easy to diagnose and heal. They posed no challenge for his ever working mind so when Albus Dumbledore of all people had contacted him, the man had nearly put him through medical school when he chose to leave the magical world he had arranged with Cuddy to be allowed to go help with a case at the foreign hospital, he was certain his little chicks could mind the coup on their own for the few hours he was sure it would take for him to diagnose and treat his patient. He had been completely shocked and a bit excited that whatever was wrong with the child really had been a medical mystery and while the healers at St. Mungos were not his normal lackeys they did serve their purpose. He was able to bounce ideas off of them, get their meager input and eventually teased out some answers on his own. Though he still didn't know what was wrong with the child exactly he now at least knew where to look.

The child had presented with the symptoms of a sociopath (which being such a boring case and no where in the vicinity of his expertise, had pissed House off because it seemed like a rather simple case and not one he needed to diagnose. He wasn't a psychologist) but then, when looking at his brain there were none of the markers in his brain one would expect to find when dealing with a straight up sociopath. His brain didn't seem to be lacking the crucial neurotransmitters that were lacking in most sociopaths and he was unresponsive to drug treatment. Also his magic, besides being bound actually showed symptoms of being sick.

It wasn't popularly known but a wizard or witch's magic could become sick. It wasn't common and there weren't many things that could cause it which led House to look into some of the

curses that could have been used on the child that would cause disease to the child's magic yet he found nothing that had been cast on the actual child.

There was also an even lesser chance that his symptoms could have been caused by corrupted magic which was much like when the magic itself got sick but was usually something the child was born with and this very very rare and extremely hard to treat as the reasons for someones magic to just be corrupt without any outside forces were unknown. The most common cause of diseased magic was being cursed through your life and then the remedy was simply, simply treat the curse that caused it. It was similar to how you could be born with a damaged brain or your brain could become damaged through an accident if it was an accident that caused it then you knew the reasoning and where sometimes able to at least mitigate the damage but to just be born with the ailment without knowing why made it harder to treat.

Molly called up the steps to Arthur, luckily home on his day off, who came down a few minutes later with a cranky Tommy in his arms. Tommy didn't want to see Healer House again because every time he had to see the man he poked and prodded at him more and his personality was nearly as caustic as Snape's!!! He was always accusing him of lying too!! Tommy didn't like him and he didn't want to see him which he was in the process of whining to his father about.

Arthur sighed, Tommy whined every time he had to be taken back to see the healer, usually though a few warning pats to the child's tush quieted him right away, not this time though and Arthur had, had to land a real swat to his tiny hiney.

Tommy yelped and fixed Arthur with a pout but did quiet down and allow his father to carry him the rest of the way to the healer.

House frowned, just what he wanted to deal with, a moody whiny child, House was just as unhappy to see Tommy as Tommy was to see him but he wasn't whining! Normally House avoided patients at all costs but since he was working this case pretty much alone he had had no choice but to be unusually involved with the patient and his family and that alone was putting him in a less then thrilled mood.

They all sat down on the couch and House looked the child and parents over. In his experience everyone lied and usually when he uncovered the lie he could uncover the mystery to their ailment however he had yet to catch the Weasleys in any lie, they had been brutally honest about who Tommy was about about the child's past the boy himself had even been rather honest with him and so Dr. Gregory House was more then a little baffled and frustrated at his inability to solve things and like always his mind went into obsession mode.

He popped a vikaden and swallowed it dry before placing the pills back into his pocket and looking at the child.

"You sure you didn't get into mommy or daddy's wand, or none of your myriad of lovely red headed siblings didn't cast anything on you?" House asked only mildly condescendingly, the tests had shown no recent curses but you could never be totally sure something may have been hiding, it usually was.

Tommy shook his head frowning at him and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Then I am going to have take a biopsy of your magical core, it is a very painful test... are you sure about your havent gotten into any magic you oughtn't?" In House's experience threatening very painful yet necessary tests usually got the truth out of his patients especially his younger ones if they thought they could be avoided by telling the truth.

"No, even if they had or he had, his magic is bound he wouldn't be able to do anything with one of our wands and the children well, they very well may have tried to hex Tommy in all honesty they aren't thrilled with having Tommy around but it cant be that either. These symptoms, the sociopathic tendencies date back before even Arthur and I were born they started during his first childhood." Molly explained completely truthfully.

"Do you really have to bobsy his magical core?" Arthur asked. He didn't know what that was but it sounded serious.

"It's biopsy dear." Molly corrected patting his knee. She had been reading muggle medical books since she found out that the healer that would be taking care of Tommy was also a muggle medical Doctor.

"No. We could just let him remain as he is maybe if you are really lucky whatever it is will progress and kill him before he kills you... or you can do something completely outlandish and let me do my job. I don't know maybe listen to the man who flew half way across the world to heal your child because he is the best at what he does. I know, real crazy idea." He said rolling his eyes before continuing "All the tests we have done point to it being a magical ailment to the magic itself but we dont know what yet. Which is why we have to perform a test on the magic itself to get answers." He finished in a condescending voice.

Mr Weasley frowned, he wasn't one to be easily insulted but it seemed as if House went out of his way to try.

"What exactly are you looking for and is the test dangerous?" He asked.

"I believe that it is his magic itself that has the disease. It is very rare but not impossible that a wizard can have tainted magic, it is almost never something contracted at least not on the levels seen here, instead it is something usually present at birth, where in the magical core itself is corrupted which then goes on to effect the entire person manifesting itself most often as a psychological ailment yet would naturally be unresponsive to psychological treatment. There are few causes for this and given that it is so rare it is difficult yet not impossible to treat but in order to come up with the best treatment we must ascertain the cause and to do that we must biopsy his magical core. " House ran the monologue that he didn't think he audience had any real hope of understanding. He wasn't used to being the one to explain he usually left that up to Cameron who actually seemed to enjoy interacting with the patients but in this case he couldn't, he had to deal one on one with the patients and his parents as he was the only one of his team here that knew the child's true identity, it really irked him to have to do this himself!

"As far as its danger, well I will be removing part of his magical core, which is not something usually recommended for those who wish to some day preform magic and if not done properly could render him a squib. However, left with the other option of letting the child remain a megalomaniac bent on world domination, I do believe the benefits outweigh the dangers." He was eternally grateful that at the moment he did not have to run anything by Cuddy for having to to run such a procedure by Cuddy would lead to nothing but headaches as her bleeding heart would have him trying to find all sorts of creative ways to get around her telling him 'no' and as much fun as that was he really hated to waste the time.

"I don't want it!!" Tommy declared trying to wriggle off the couch he didn't want a painful test or risk losing his magic for good.

"Tommy..." Arthur started.

House cut the man off and said condescendingly "Fortunately you don't get the choice to remain a psychopath, your Mommy and Daddy get to decide for you."

Arthur shot the Doctor a dirty look, before turning to Tommy. "This will be good for you, don't you want to be free from that 'darkness'?"

"NOOOOO not take my magic!!!" he exclaimed managing to get off the couch he went over to House kicking him hard in the shin before running off.

"Tommy!" Arthur yelled sharply as House started swearing up a storm, the little brat had bruised his good leg!!!

Tommy didn't stop he went running all the way out the back door into the back yard.

Arthur chased after Tommy upon seeing that the boy wasn't going to stop. He quickly caught up to his wayward son and plucked the still running boy up into his arms.

Tommy's legs peddled in mid air as if he was still trying to run even as he was being lifted.

Arthur held the boy under his arm and delivered a quick swat to the tiny bottom.

Tommy yipped "OWWYY Dadddyyy!" he whined and then blushed, House could see him get him tush swatted and the man was smug enough!

"You will apologize to Healer House and we'll 'discuss' your behavior later." Arthur said sternly as he carried the boy back into the house.

Tommy's cheeks blushed hotly and he wriggled "Don't want too!!"

"You will, or else I will take you over my knee right in front of him." Arthur said warningly.

Tommy looked wide eyed and then started to struggle against his daddy's hold, he wouldn't, he couldn't spank him in front of the snarky healer "Nooo dadddyyyyy"

Arthur set Tommy on his feet in front of House. He kept the boy firmly rooted to the spot by holding his little shoulders.

"I think Tommy has something to say to you, Healer House." Arthur said loudly.

House looked up with interest.

Tommy pouted and looked down at his feet shuffling them a bit "don wanna" he mumbled.

Arthur kept a firm grip with one hand on the boy's shoulder and released the other hand to land a firm swat to the boy's bottom.

"Tommy." Arthur said in a warning voice.

"OOWWW Daddy!" he whined a hand shooting back to rub his bum he frowned and grumbled, so not fair!!!

"`Msorry" He mumbled out to House barely audibly.

House inwardly smirked and held a hand to his ear. "What's that? I couldn't hear you. Did you say something?"

Tommy growled at House and reared his foot back for another kick.

"Tommy!" Arthur snapped.

Tommy jumped and dropped his foot pouting up at his father.

Arthur gripped Tommy's shoulder warningly, and then looked up at House. "I'm sorry, Healer House. Rest assured Tommy and I will have a 'chat' about proper behavior. When will you need to perform the test?"

House raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy clinically, eyeing him up and down making him squirm a little. "Be at St. Mungo's in three hours, he is going to have to stay overnight, the test is draining and he will need to be observed for 24 hours to make sure there was no damage done to his core." House explained as he rose from his seat and headed back over to the floo.

"Thank you, Healer House. We'll be there." Arthur said as the man left through the floo. Arthur turned to Molly, who had been mostly silent while Arthur dealt with Tommy, and said. "Molly, would you please pack an overnight bag for Tommy. I think he and I have some things to 'discuss'."

Molly gave her husband an approving look and then bustled off to Tommy's room to gather some clothes and such.

Arthur picked up the boy and headed to his study.

Tommy whimpered "No daddy pease!" he begged wriggling in his fathers arms, he knew where this was going and he didn't like it one bit.

"I don't want to hear it, Tommy! You were warned to behave, and yet you were very naughty when the Healer was here." Arthur said firmly. Once he reached the study, he sat down in the desk chair and set Tommy down on his feet.

Keeping a firm grip on the boy's shoulders he looked the little boy in the eye. "Tommy, you know what you did was very naughty. Even if you didn't like what Healer House had to say, that is no excuse to kick him."

"I SORRYYY!!" He wailed, utterly miserable, unshed tears shining in his eyes. He had been in and out of St. Mungos, all week often times needing to spend the night in the hospital while healers poked and prodded him. He was cranky and frustrated and though it had been almost a relief to hear that there was indeed something wrong with him that made him act as he did and that he wasn't just evil it was more then he could handle having to go through all the tests to find out exactly what it was and this next test that the healer wanted to do sounded really scary!! And now he was going to be spanked, he didnt want a spanking, he knew his daddy was going to spank anyway and then he was going to have to have a icky scary painful test!!

Arthur sighed and then pulled Tommy into a hug. Stoking the boy's hair to calm him, he said gently "I know you're sorry now, but you need to learn that behavior like that is unacceptable. You need to think before you misbehave. It's all well and good to regret your actions after the fact, but you need to learn to not make those actions to begin with."

"I not want tests Daddy." He sniffled woefully.

"I know you don't want them, and that they are scary. But Healer House thinks that they are necessary, you don't want to remain as you are, do you?" Arthur asked even though he feared the answer.

"No more tests!!!" Tommy screamed wriggling out from Arthur's hold.

"Tommy! Settle down!" Arthur said sharply as he held the boy tight and landed a swift swat to the boy's bottom.

Tommy yelped and panted from exertion. He stilled in Arthur's arms and looked at him wide eyed exhausted from fighting so hard trying to escape.

"I'm sorry, but it's not your decision. I know it's not fair, but that's the way it is. The whole point of this second chance is to reform you and prevent you from growing up into the dark wizard you had become. If there is some factor that is hindering that, we have to do everything possible to get rid of it. So that means we have to listen to the healer, and if Healer House thinks that it is necessary then you are going to just have to bear through it." Arthur said firmly, he really didn't want to resort to pointing this out, but he had no choice.

Tommy cried, he didn't want more tests especially not this one what if he was made a squib? That was worse then being a muggle!!

Arthur sighed, he really hated to discipline his children when they were upset, but he didn't foresee Tommy accepting the situation any better than now. Perhaps a good spanking would make him, at very least, behave himself at the hospital.

Arthur pulled the boy to his side and undid the boy's pants. After pulling him over his lap, he yanked Tommy's trousers and pants to his knees.

"NO NO NO!!" Tommy wailed flailing over Arthur's lap trying to get away.

Arthur simply tightened his hold on the boy and then brought his hand down on the exposed bottom. SMACK!

Tommy yelped and stiffened up "OWIIE NO DADDY!!"

"Your behavior was completely unacceptable, young man!" Arthur lectured, laying the swats on heavy and fast. "I expect you to behave when we have company over."

Tommy cried and yowled his bum cheeks stinging terribly under his father's hand "I sooorrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"

"And you actually KICKED Healer House!" Arthur continued. "When we see him next you are going to give him a proper apology."

"OOWWWWWWW 'kay Dadddyyyy no more spanks!!" he cried.

Arthur landed ten more stinging swats before stopping, this was a relatively minor transgression, so it didn't need a long spanking. The ministry was very clear though, Tommy had to be raised in a strict environment. So even though for any of his other children they might have gotten off with a simple lecture, he really had no choice but to spank Tommy.

Arthur rubbed gentle circles on Tommy's back and whispered reassurances.

Tommy sobbed wriggling his stinging bottom in an attempt to ease the pain just a little.

After Tommy's sobs had quieted a little, Arthur gathered the boy into an embrace, seating the boy in his lap, with the child's sore little bum resting between his spread legs.

Tommy sniffled one little hand balled into a fist to rub at his eyes the other hand sneaking under him to rub at the sting.

Arthur cuddled Tommy a little more he then set the boy on his feet and fixed his clothes. Arthur kept his tone light and said, "Well, we have a few hours before we need to go, shall we see if Mummy is done packing your bag? Perhaps she can fix you a snack before we leave."

Tommy whimpered and rubbed at his bum again, it hadn't been a hard spanking and his bum only stung it didn't burn like usual but he still didn't like it and he still didn't want to go but he didn't want any more spankings either. He dragged his feet as Arthur led him out by his hand. Maybe mummy would have some peaches for him.