Late the next morning, the items for Harry's room finally arrive. Charity and Severus set to work immediately, wanting his room to be all set up for that night. They had Oliver and Thomas set up the high chair in the kitchen while they painted his room.

Meanwhile, Harry sits on the couch watching Paw Patrol in view of the other boys. Thomas loved to build things and was a perfectionist like his dad. Oliver wasn't as interested, but he didn't mind helping out if it was for his new baby brother Harry.

The color they had chosen for Harry's room was a light blue color, and they had all agreed that it would suit the boy's room nicely. After finishing up with the painting, Severus and Charity headed downstairs to make lunch, Severus glancing at his watch and raising his eyebrows at the time. It had gotten to be a little later than they had originally thought.

Once in the living room, they found Oliver and Thomas sat on the couch with Harry in between them watching a movie.

Charity smiled softly and headed over to the kitchen to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for everyone. It would be Harry's first time trying such a thing, so Charity was excited to find out if he would like it. Once situated in his new highchair, Harry experienced his first taste of the new food, his sandwich cut into squares without crust and spaced out evenly on his tray.

After taking a tentative bite, the boy's face flushed with delight. Charity chuckled as he began to stuff the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, though she had to remind him once or twice to slow down and chew.

Once they were done eating, the family heads straight back to work. They had gotten Harry a smaller bed with added guard rails in fear he might roll-off and hurt himself. It seemed to be a good buy, but they'd have to find out.

"This room is really shaping up! I hope he likes it," Charity fusses, handing Severus a part to the bed for him to screw in.

"Of course he will. He's going to have the best room he's ever had especially with all of the toys we've spoiled him with. Speaking of which, why don't you go check on him? I've got it from here," Severus smiles, kissing his wife before allowing her to head downstairs. It had been a while since they had last checked on the boy, though he was still sitting with Thomas and Oliver.

"Hi, boys," the woman called as she entered the living room, plopping down onto the sofa next to Harry, who was clad in nothing but his pull-up and a vest. He had been too hot in his outfit placed on him that morning.

"Hey, mum. We were just playing with cars. Harry loves them!" Oliver shouts, pushing a car across the floor as he adds a few sound effects. Harry watches on with big green eyes as he giggles a bit. Charity looks to the boy who sits crouched on the sofa, holding a car in each hand. "Are you playing cars, honey?" At Harry's nod, the woman smiles. Harry seems to be warming up to them a lot, coming out of his shell more and more with every passing moment that the family shows him love and attention.

"How about you show me what these cars do," Charity encourages. Harry nods and slips off of the sofa to crouch on the floor,showing off his saggy pullup. It was full Charity notices, though she waits for the boy to show off his car before pulling him aside for a quick change.

"Brummmmmmm!" Harry shouts adorably as he pushes his car across the floor, rushing over to it as it came to a stop. "Well done, baby boy, that's brilliant!Come see me for a moment, though, yeah?"

Harry frowns, but like the good little obedient boy he is, waddles over to Charity with the car that he seems to favor.

"I think someone needs a change, yeah?" Charity raises an eyebrow. Harry thinks about it before glancing down. He hadn't even known he had to go. He hadn't felt his little tummy nudging him to go for a wee-wee.

Charity lifts the boy up and lays him across her lap, the way she remembered changing her boys' nappies when they were younger.Harry's head rested over her leg, causing everything to look upside down. His hair flipped backwards, revealing his whole face.

"Whatcha doing down there then, Harry?" Thomas knelt next to the boy and tipped his head back to meet Harry's eyes.

"Nap' change," Harry slurs, as he had placed the car into his mouth. "Ah, ah, ah. No, baby brother. We don't eat the cars, silly!" Thomas teases as he guides the boys hand away from his mouth, the car now slathered in saliva.

After Charity finishes changing Harry, she places him on the floor with Oliver and Thomas again and heads back upstairs. Severus was already finished with the bed and was making it. They had gotten a Paw Patrol bedspread for Harry because he was so fond of the show.

Once they finish making the bed, they put a few stuffed animals on it, including the penguin that Severus had gotten Harry. Then they head back downstairs to get the boy and show him his new room. Charity picks him up and they all head back up the stairs. Harry is immediately in awe. Nobody had ever done something so nice for him in his entire life.

He gives both Charity and Severus a big cuddle while thanking them. They were both so glad he was more talkative than he was when they had first brought him home. Then Charity realizes that Harry had been at their house for around three days.

The last bath they had given him was when he fist arrived looking worse for wear. And they hadn't even gotten to washing his hair because he hadn't let them. So Charity decides that that night, she would ask Harry if he was willing to try another bath. A little while later, she began to make dinner.

That night they were having burgers. After they all ate, Charity and Severus went up to Harry and asked if he was willing to try another bath. He has to think about it, but his answer turns out to be a very hesitant nod of the head. He has been there for three days now, and not once did these people make him feel uncomfortable or hit him. Another try at having a bath wouldn't hurt him... hopefully.

Charity smiled and brought Harry up to his room. She had Severus undress him while she started to run the bath. She made sure to put bubbles in it because it seemed like Harry liked bubbles. Once Severus had gotten him undressed, he brought him to Charity in the bathroom. Like the first time they had bathed him, Severus grabbed Harry under the armpits and slowly lowered him into the tub.

This time, Harry did not try to avoid the water. Instead he let himself be lowered in. He found that there was no point in freaking out because there was nothing to be afraid of. Once his body was washed, it was time for his hair. Charity washed it again, though this time she had him stay seated so there wasn't a repeat of the last time. It all went quite smoothly. The entire time Charity was washing Harry's hair, Severus made sure the boy was as comfortable as possible.

They made it through washing his hair, and then they unclogged the drain and fetched Harry out. Once he was dried off, Charity dressed him in his new pajamas and he was ready to go back downstairs. She thought about asking him if he wanted another go at the stairs but decided against it. She figured the bath was enough for that night. They all settled down to watch a movie and Oliver and Thomas made popcorn.

The movie they had put on was the Bee Movie, one that Harry took a liking to and cooed and giggled at as he watched the bees flying around and talk.

Severus had the boy snuggled up to his side, his arm wrapped around his as he sucked his thumb. As the movie went on, the young boy's eyelids became heavy each time he blinked."He's dropping off," Charity coos, smiling at the cuteness.

"Should we try him with the bottle tonight or save it for tomorrow?"

"I think we could try a bottle tonight," Severus replied. So, Charity went to go make a bottle for Harry. When it was done, she handed it to Severus, and he put it to Harry's mouth. Harry loved the bottle. He drank the entire thing within a few minutes. Then he started to fall back asleep so Charity told the boys they were going to put Harry to bed, and Severus picked him up and carried him upstairs. Once he was in his new bed, Harry fell back asleep immediately.

Charity kissed his forehead and the couple went back downstairs to find that while they were putting Harry to bed, Oliver and Thomas had fallen asleep on the couch. So Charity and Severus woke them up and sent them off to bed. Once the boys were in bed, Severus and Charity went to bed themselves.

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It seemed to be an early morning for the Snape residence, well Snape and soon to be Snape residence that was. They had a doctors appointment at 11:00am, but Charity wants to get everybody up and ready by nine, the boys going to their Uncle Lucius' house while they went to the hospital for Harry's check up.

Charity, before getting anybody else up, made sure she had her breakfast, showered, and dressed, as that's the way she liked to do things. Due to having another nightmare the night before, the small boy had ended up sleeping in between her and Severus again, so Charity kept Harry as the last to be woken up and fetched her eldest first.

After she had woken up both Thomas and Oliver, she woke Severus and he went downstairs to get coffee, claiming that it was too early for him to function without it. Last is Harry. It was easy to wake him up as he seemed to be a light sleeper.

She notes that he's still very tired, so she promised him that he could sleep in the car. Severus had already gotten a bottle ready for him.

Once everyone was in the car the family was on their way to Lucius's house, which they could stay at for at least an hour before setting off for the doctors. On the way, Charity hands Harry his bottle to drink on the way. He soon falls asleep, and as cute as Charity and Severus thinks it is, they had to wake him up to meet Lucius.

"Baby boy," Charity softly coos, rubbing the boy's stomach. The little one wakes scared and alert. "Shh, it's okay. We're at Uncle Lucius's house. We're dropping Thomas and Oliver off before we take you to the doctors," the woman explains, gently guiding the boys arms out of the straps and lifting him up onto her hip.

She puts the empty bottle that he had seemed to be sucking on down into the diaper bag before patting around in her pockets until she pulls out a green pacifier.

"Open up, baby." The boy did open up, though seemed confused as to what for. Giving it a nervous suck, the boy seemed to like it and before Charity could even bat an eyelid, the pacifier was bobbing in and out a little faster, the boy's cheeks going hollow.

"Right, let's go see your Uncle Lucius, shall we?" Charity bounced the boy a bit, however Harry simply whined and hid his face away when an unknown man came into view.

The blonde haired man smiled gently. "This must be little Harry. Thomas and Oliver have just finished their rapid story about their new little brother not just a moment ago.

They're right, he's adorable," the man chuckled, shutting his front door as he let his guests inside his home.Lucius looked back and saw little green eyes peering up at him from where they had been hidden in his mummy's neck. Giving a little wave and a gentle smile, he heard the boy squeak before hiding away from view.

"So when is his appointment then?" Lucius began, sitting down on his chair and crossing one leg over the other. "We don't have to set off for another hour yet. We just came early to settle Thomas and Oliver in, and for you to have a chance to see our new addition to the family," replied Severus, peering at his little boy, who was still buried in his wife's chest.

Lucius watched on with sparking eyes. "May I hold him?" he asked, clapping his hands twice and gesturing to the dark haired boy.

He just looked so tiny and cute. He wanted a little hold to say hello to the boy. Hopefully he could at least have a few minutes with him anyway.

"Er, sure," Charity mumbled, bringing Harry over to the man and sighing as he clung to her and grunted as he was handed to a man he didn't know.

"It's only Uncle Lucius, baby boy. He won't hurt you, we won't let him," Charity stood in front of Lucius, once again trying to hand Harry over to her nephew's father. Harry let the woman place him into his arms, not wanting to cause any trouble for anyone, but he didn't like it.

"Mmnn!" Harry grunted and whined, tears rising in his eyes as he opened up his hands to make grabby hand gestures. Severus instantly took the boy off of his friend's lap and began to pace around the room, patting his padded bum.

"Oh, baby boy. Come on now, calm down. I know you're probably tired and irritated, but Lucius wouldn't hurt you. He's a good man," Harry laid his head on his daddy's broad shoulder, smiling a bit and closing his eyes again.

Harry ended up falling asleep on Severus, which was fine. They weren't ones to force the boy into staying awake if he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Around an hour later, they said their goodbyes and headed for the car. Severus buckled a sleeping Harry into his car seat, slamming the car door just enough for it to be shut.They didn't bother to wake Harry up when they put him into the car. It seemed to be too much trouble. When they got to the doctors, however, they had to wake him up.

This proved to be a hard task, as Harry was pretty comfortable in his seat and didn't want to move. It took a few more minutes to get him up but they eventually did. Once they were in the office, Harry began to get clingy.

Severus and Charity had learnt that he was like this in public, so they knew they would just have to deal with it. The boy would grow to understand that no one would hurt him again. It wasn't long before Harry's name had gotten called out, signalling that it was time to see the doctor.

Walking into the office with the doctor closing the door behind them, Severus attempted to place Harry on the bed. He wouldn't let go of Severus, though, no matter how hard the man tried to get him off. So Severus opted to sit on the bed and put Harry on his lap.

This didn't pose a problem for the general part of the check up, like his temperature, ears, nose, and throat checks, but it did, however, pose a problem when the doctor had to do a few more thorough checks.

It was difficult for Severus to see the little boy squirm under the doctors hands and look at him with teary eyes when they had to go through an exam to check for signs of sexual abuse, for example bruising or signs of scar tissue.

When it was over and done with, the doctor pulled him aside while Harry sat on the bed, finally off of Severus' lap. The doctor confirmed the man's worst fear, though. The boy's anus had shown signs of forceful penetration, which meant they would have to schedule another appointment for some x-rays and a proper rectal exam to find out what they could do for the boy.

The physical part of the examination was over and a psychologist came in to evaluate Harry's mental situation.

It was more of a one-sided conversation with Harry, but she had also had a conversation with Severus and Charity about the 'problems' he and his wife had picked up on. She concluded that Harry was very set back with fundamental millstones due to the trauma he'd experienced.

The doctor explained he associated particular things with old memories of punishment. She recommended that once Harry was more settled to seek him psychiatric help.

Once Harry's checkup was over and a diagnosis had been concluded, Charity and Severus carried Harry back to the car and headed for Lucius' house to pick up their two sons.

Harry soon became both hungry and tired as he would get whiny and pull at his eyelashes, rubbing them as well before kicking his legs in agitation. Charity sighed sadly and told Severus that they needed to head home as quickly as possible.

They only said quick goodbyes and thank you's before getting back on the road again. Severus, having been the one to go inside Lucius' house to pick the boys up, had prepared a bottle of milk for Harry so that hopefully the boy wouldn't be fussy on the way home. He still was, but the bottle had made him feel better.

He had chugged it and was done with it in about five minutes.

The only thing wrong with this was that Harry had to go to the bathroom and he also had trapped wind. He cried and kicked as he could feel the burp wanting to come out of him. Obviously it didn't appear, though, making him very agitated and fed up. As if being tired and needing to wee wasn't enough already.

"Harry, baby boy, shhh. Tom, would you do me a really big favor and pat your brother's back, please? I think he has some trapped wind," Charity requested rather worriedly. "Sure, lean forwards, Harry," Tom instructed gently as he turned in his seat so he could pat the younger boy's back.

The dark haired boy did as he was told, letting the older boy rub and pat his back, soon becoming impatient as it wasn't working.

"You're doing it too gently, he needs a proper rub and pat on his back," Charity piped up, knowing that her eldest didn't want to hurt the already fragile boy.

Tom nodded and with the proper directions managed to get his brother to bring up wind, a bit of spit up following. "Mum, can I have a tissue please, he's spit up," Tom asked, thanking his mum as he took the tissue from her hand and started cleaning the boys mouth and chin from where the milk had dribbled down.

Harry sat back in his car seat, becoming tired. He couldn't sleep, though, because he needed to wee. He wiggled as the pressure built up in his lower belly. It was okay, though. He would make it.

They were about ten minutes from the house, and Harry figured he could hold it until then.

He was dead wrong.

He now had to go to the bathroom urgently.

So, he just focused on trying to hold it like a big boy.

Harry knew he couldn't hold it much longer, though. He was correct about that, as his little bladder soon let go, his pull-up becoming heavy and wet. He could hear the hissing of his stream as it poured out of him, thanks to holding it in for so long.

Harry became mad at himself for letting go and he started whining and whimpering quietly to himself, however Charity noticed this and turned around to find Harry crying silent tears.

"Harry, honey, what's wrong?" Harry only cried harder when he was asked that. He felt so bad and icky.When they got home, Charity picked Harry up and hugged him to her chest. That was when she realized he had wet himself as she felt the bulk of the pull up.

"Sev!" She whisper yelled to catch Severus' attention. It worked. Severus looked over to see Harry drying tears from his face. "What happened?" He mouthed to Charity. She simply pointed to Harry's nappy in reply.

Severus got the message immediately.

"Oh, Harry, why didn't you tell us that you needed to go potty? We would have stopped."

Harry shook his head. He just wanted out of the stupid thing. It was soggy, wet, and itchy. More tears cascaded down his blotchy cheeks. After the doctors appointment, he was just ready for a nap. Besides, he had thought he could hold it, but his bladder had betrayed him.