Harry was finding everything tough and frustrating, school, home, bullies, his parent's constant talk of the babies, just all of it. He pondered on recent events as he sat outside the head teacher's office. Swinging his legs back and forth as he sat on the chair waiting for his parents to come back out he thought back to when it had all started going so very wrong.
The day after he had found out about the forthcoming arrival of the new family members he had been sent to school with his father who was in a rush to get to his first class. He had apparently been in such a rush he had packed Lilys old lunch box with his lunch so he had a pink Barbie, lunchbox to take to school, he had complained to his father but all Severus said was "It's only for one day Harry, now get into school before you make us both late" and with a hurried kiss to the forehead his Daddy turned and sprinted for the school gates attempting to get back to school in time for his first class of the day.
The arrival of the pink lunchbox was all it took for the bigegr boys in his class and some of their big brothers and sisters from older classes to single him out as a prime target for some school yard teasing. He was small, had his own teaching assistant, didn't have very many friends and now he had a girls lunch box. That's when things started to go wrong.
It had taken a week for teasing to turn to tripping and then tripping to turn into sly punches and kicks to his person. He had complained to his mother about not wanting to go to school and even went as far as pretending to be ill but Mummy had called his bluff and taken him to the doctor who after taking his temperature and making him take 'cod liver oil' had sent him off to school with a clean bill of health.
On the orders of Madam Pomfrey that Saturday Harry had been taken shopping for baby clothes and things to decorate the new nursery with, they constantly asked him what he thought and bought him a t-shirt with the slogan "I'm the big brother." By the time they had got home Harry was fed up of all the constant baby talk and when Charlie had teased him about falling asleep and having an accident on the sofa he had lost his temper and punched and kicked Charlie until Daddy had pulled him off his brother and sent him to his room when he sat in the corner sullenly with his lower lip out and his arms crossed.
After having several of his toys removed in punishment and having Mummy and Daddy explain how disappointed in him they were Harry sat and cried until dinner time. Sunday was swimming day and Harry had gone to the pool with the rest of his family, he was still feeling out of sorts and cranky from how bad things had been going and had pulled a toddler worthy tantrum in the changing room he and Daddy were in after refusing to use the toilet before going in the pool. He had started crying and stamping his feet when Daddy had taken him into the toilets because he hadn't needed to go and just wanted to get into the pool but Daddy wasn't listening to him and had picked him up and placed him inside an empty changing room locking the door behind them and standing in his swimming gear with his arms crossed across his chest as Harry sat on the bench and kicked and punched and cried himself out. Eventually he wore himself out and after apologising to his father Severus had carried him to the toilets and as Harry did his business he begrudgingly realised he did have to use the facilities quite a lot.
Severus gave him a knowing look before picking him up with a smile and heading to the showers with Harry tossed casually over his shoulder as he tickled the boys side mercilessly.
Harry was handed to his mother in the pool, her bump was now pretty noticeable and Severus couldn't keep his hands off it. Toby had taken them into the fun pool leaving his parents to their gentle bobbing up and down where Harry was having a great time until his brothers and sister swam off and left him on his own as a 'joke.' He started crying until a kind woman who was swimming with her toddler took him to a life guard who assisted him in finding his mother and father.
The rest of Sunday was spent with the rest of his brothers and sisters finishing their homework and Severus trying with Harry until they realised the work was too hard and writing in his homework book that Harry tried but was unable to complete his homework… a recurring theme through his homework book. It was easy stuff, simple addition sums and writing about a butterfly but Harry's brain just wasn't helping him out in school work.
Monday morning Harry was hopeful that the bullies would find a new victim this week but it wasn't to be. Morning lessons were difficult and even more so because his teaching assistant was off sick, he was on his own today and couldn't cope. The work was too hard without her and he couldn't keep his mind on what was going on, just before break time his teacher had caught him squirming and as she was making her way across the room he had wet himself causing most of the other children to stare at him or laugh. His teacher had sent all the other children out to play and cleaned him up over break time reminding him he needed to keep his mind on task today and be a grown up boy. By the time he was sorted out and calmed down the bell for break went and he had missed the entire thing.
The teasing got worse when the kids came back in but the teacher was dealing with a scraped knee on a little blonde haired girl so she didn't notice Harry getting more and more upset, neither did she notice the pinching or the grabbing or the kicking or the hitting. As she went to sit down in her chair to start Harry was in a blind fury. He punched one of the boys kicked another and then with all the strength in his little body started overturning tables, throwing books at the approaching teacher and repeatedly slamming the door to the class until he realised what he was doing. He stopped suddenly and after seeing the looks on everybody's face he walked over to his teacher ready for his punishment. Mrs Farraday said nothing as she walked him to the head teacher's office and gesturing him to a chair she knocked and entered the office. After a few minutes she left and returned to her class.
To Harry it seemed like hours but it probably wasn't that long before he had been sent to year 6 to sit on with the teacher in the class and go through some worksheets very slowly while her class worked on timed tests in silence. He had been having the best time he had experienced in over a week when the secretary came to inform Miss Leven that Harry's parents were with the head teacher and could she borrow him to take him down to the office. With a goodbye from the friendly teacher Harry was taken to the seat he was currently sat in. Yes things had gone very badly indeed for him he thought as he heard the door open and the headmaster call him in.