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I updated, finally Damn RPS...anyways sorry for the incredibly long wait and I hope you like it...good news though, after taking a break my Writer's block is totally gone...I'm a bit excited about that lol
Chapter 26
“Severus, is everything ok?” Albus asked when they returned back from the loo, Harry’s eyes were red rimmed, and if he didn’t know any better he’d say Severus’s were too.“We’re fine Albus, let’s just have lunch,” Severus replied hastily before heading outside.They finished the day on a happy note, with Harry falling asleep on the way back in the car.“Severus, about Harry’s bladder don’t you have a potion that could help that?” Albus ask, he was curious to know why he didn’t think of that first.“I hadn’t thought much about it to be honest, I told Harry the same thing I had more important things on my mind then just Potions.”Albus had the good sense to turn towards the window as a big grin took over his face, it wouldn’t do for Severus to think he was laughing at him because he wasn’t. It was just he never thought the day would come, where Potions would be once again replaced by someone else. He hadn’t seen Severus this happy since Lily, and now he had her son to care for.“Well Poppy is running low on a few potions for the infirmary, and wanted to know if you could help her restock it. It should only take 3 days at the most, and you can find and make that Potion that can help Harry, a lot easier when you’re back in your lab.” Albus knew he had him when he mentioned making Harry’s Potion.“I suppose we could take a break from over trips for a few days,” he replied softly before glancing at a sleeping Harry in the backseat. “Can you find a way to charm his game; I don’t think he’ll agree to this unless you can.” Severus asked, he knew Harry would go anyway, he just wouldn’t be happy about it, after all what kid wants to visit their school in the summer?“Of course Severus, I’ll do it now,” he answered reaching into the back and getting it from the seat. He saw Harry squirm in his seat for a bit, but he just ignored it thinking the boy was trying to get comfortable.Severus let Albus focus on charming the thing and was just about to turn the radio on for a little background noise when he heard, the small noise. It sounded like a kitten whimpering, looking back he saw Harry moving around in the seat, and vaguely wondered if he was having a nightmare. That was until he saw the boy’s hand grab himself, knowing that Harry wasn’t wearing a pull up he patted Albus’s shoulder.“Wake Harry for me, right now,” he said eyes glancing back between the road and the mirror.“Severus he needs his sleep, he really tired himself out today,” Albus stated confused.“He’s not wearing his…underwear, and I really don’t want him to start crying for wetting his pants in the car again.” Severus stated tightly as Harry fidgeted more. “Albus please wake him up now,” he replied against gritting his teeth. But that wasn’t needed because as soon as he said that Harry gasped awake, still holding on to his crotch. Blinking his eyes owlishly a quick look around revealed that they were still in the car.“How long until we get to the hotel,” he asked sleepily and rubbing his eyes.“In about 10 minutes, do you need me to stop somewhere?” Severus asked trying to discreetly check on him.“M’fine I can wait,” Harry replied slowly before closing his eyes again.“Stay awake for me Harry, Albus was able to charm your game for you to work at Hogwarts,” Severus said knowing that would wake him up.“He did, great I can wait to show Ron how to play it.” Harry said excitedly, sleep forgotten.“You’ll probably get to show him sooner, you still owe him an apology, not to mention we needed to go to Hogwarts for a few days so I can restock the Infirmary.”“Oh ok, I guess our trip is over now right?” Harry asked trying not to frown.“No, just a mild break for a few days, I still have a few places we haven’t seen yet.”“Cool, and thanks.” Harry replied when Albus handed him back his toy. The ride to the hotel was quick and they went to their room where Severus ushered Harry into the toilet, so he could finish talking to Albus.“I’ll be at Hogwarts in a few hours I just need to drop Harry off at the Weasleys first,” Severus said quietly.“There’s no rush Severus, but shall I be expecting you both for dinner?” Albus asked transfiguring back to his robes.“Yes, We’ll be there in plenty of time, do warn Minerva though. I hardly think she’ll be happy that her favorite lion is in my care,” Severus stated.“Honestly Severus, Minnie knows you would never hurt a child, especially Harry.” Albus said softly before calling out a goodbye to Harry and Apparating out.Harry came out of the bathroom and looked around the room and sat on his bed.“Are we leaving now?” He asked as he reached for the remote control to the telly.“Yes, make sure you have everything,” Severus replied quickly packing up everything.“We’re Apparating to the manor, and then flooing to the Weasleys.” Severus said as he reached for Harry’s hand.Harry said nothing; he just grabbed Snape around the waist and buried his face into his stomach as the familiar feeling of being tugged from his belly made itself known. When he opened his eyes they were standing outside the Manor. Going to the living room Snape gathered the floo powder so they could floo. Landing in the Weasley living room Harry once again kept his balance thanks to his Professor.“Molly, Arthur?” Severus called.“I’m right here Severus, hello dears,” Molly said from behind them coming from the kitchen.“Hello,” Harry replied to the ground, the last time he’d seen her she had a wooden spoon in her hands ready to use it.“Ron is in his room dear, you know where it is,” she replied softly. Harry nodded and turned to go up the stairs but was stopped by Snape’s voice and what he said made him blush, even though it wasn’t at all embarrassing it was just ironic.“Behave,” Severus said before turning back to Molly and discussing that he would be back in a few hours to come and get Harry. He just wanted to have his room in his quarters ready before he got there. Quickly having a cup a tea and talking to Arthur, Severus flooed to Hogwarts forgetting to tell Harry that he had left.Harry sighed as he walked up the stairs, he knew he was dragging his feet but he had a good reason. The last time he was here he and Ron had fought because he tried to take Harry away from Snape, but now that Severus was his guardian what would his mate think then. He took a deep breath before reaching up and knocking on the door.“Hi Harry,” Ron said brightly as he opened the door.“Lo Ron,” Harry replied to the ground. Ron looked at Harry who was trying to burn a hole into the ground, and knew that he should say something first. He understood now why Harry liked to be with Snape, his mum had told him about some of the thing his relatives had did to his mate, and Snape was the one who had found out. He promised Harry that he would never have to return, if their Professor was really that evil then he wouldn’t have done that. Not to mention he never meant to hurt his mate, but he knew that he had made him cry when he said Snape would rather him dead. Nodding his head and gathering that Gryffindor courage from within him, he reached over and poked Harry.“I’m sorry Harry, about what I said before. Mum explained it to me, and I didn’t mean what I said about Snape rather seeing you dead. You’re my best mate and I never wanted to hurt you, sorry for your lip too,” Ron said hand rubbing the back of his neck. Harry looked up in shock, he couldn’t believe it, and Ron still called himself his best mate, even after all that. Looking up with wide eyes he knew it was his turn.“I’m sorry too Ron, about your nose and yelling at you and stuff. Was your nose ok?” Harry asked worriedly.“Yea it was fine, mum fixed it before she whacked me,” Ron replied blushing.“Sorry about that too,” Harry murmured.“Not your fault I hit you too, and I made you cry,” Ron said remorsefully.“I wasn’t crying, I was….I wasn’t crying,” Harry replied pouting slightly.“Sure you weren’t,” Ron teased. “So what are you doing here Harry? I thought you were gonna stay with Snape?”“I am, but he said that I needed to apologize to you before I could do anything else, he’s downstairs talking to your mum.”“Oh, go ask Snape how long you are going be staying here, and if you’re staying a while we can play a mini Quidditch game,” Ron said excitedly.“Ok. I’ll be right back then,” Harry said running out the room and back downstairs.“Da…I mean Professor where are you?” Harry asked when he entered the empty living room.“He went to Hogwarts dear,” Molly said behind him as she was looking through the couch for something.“Oh is he coming back?” Harry asked shocked, wasn’t he supposed to go with him?“He didn’t say,” she said as she continued looking for whatever it was she lost. Harry was horrified as he walked back up the stairs Snape had abandoned him. Even if he liked being at the Weasleys, didn’t his Professor promise that he would live with him? If he had realized that Molly was distracted and he just waited he would have gotten a correct answer, but Harry tended to jump to conclusions always. Harry put on that bored mask that Snape hated, because of the way it hid his emotions, well if Snape didn’t want him he didn’t care. Walking back into Ron’s room Harry put on an excited look on his face and spoke to Ron who waiting for the answer.“We can fly, we’ve got time,” Harry said softly.“Ok I’ll go get the brooms, you go ask if the twins or Ginny wants to play,” Ron replied already heading out of the room.“Ron wait, I want to show you something,” Harry said as Ron headed out the door. He wasn’t in the mood to play Quidditch anymore, and even though Snape had left him he still wanted to show Ron his cool game. He held it out to Ron who was immediately interested, Quidditch long forgotten as they sat on the bed and played it. Soon the twins and Ginny joined and Harry forgot all about Snape until he heard Molly calling them for dinner. They all quickly washed their hands and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where just as soon as Harry was about to sit down Snape came through the fireplace. Why was the man here, did he come to taunt him? Appetite gone, he looked at Mrs. Weasley in confusion.“What’s he doing here?” Harry asked trying to swallow the lump that had suddenly come into his throat.“He’s here to pick you up Harry, didn’t I…Oh!” Molly startled as she looked at Harry closely who seemed to be fighting over control of his emotions.“Harry, Severus, join me into the living room, you lot can start without me,” she said reaching for Harry’s hand and pulling him along. Harry walked as close to her as possible refusing to look at the dark gaze that he could feel was on him. Shaking his head from side to side to stop the tears from coming down, he wouldn’t cry anymore, at least not in front of him.“Harry what’s wrong child?” Severus asked getting on his knees and making Harry look at him.“You l-l-left me,” Harry said whimpering, and he tried to release his chin from Snape’s grip.“Yes, I did, but you knew I was coming back,” Severus asked confusion clear on his tone.“No I didn’t, you never said. You never even told me that you were leaving. How was I s-s-supposed to know?” Harry asked tears falling down his cheeks now, unable to do a thing about them.“Didn’t Molly tell you?” Severus asked as he wiped Harry’s tears away. Harry shook his head, unable to talk anymore, the tears finally taking over from all his hurt inside.“I thought I did, but I think he asked me when I was looking for Arthur’s wand. I was so distracted and wasn’t paying attention in the slightest,” she said apologetically.“I understand Molly, this was all just a simple misunderstanding,” Severus replied picking Harry up and rocking him on his shoulder.“I’m sorry Harry that you thought I abandoned you, I would never do that I promise child,” Severus said into Harry’s ear as he rubbed his back to calm him.“Molly, can you tell everyone that Harry say’s goodbye, I think I’ll just apparate us to Hogwarts so no one has to see his tear-streaked face and jump to conclusions.” Severus said walking towards the door.“That’s alright Severus, see you later dears,” she called before they disappeared on the spot outside the door. |
I rock I was able to get this on here, even as I have a ton of Rp's going on at the moment...I feel accomplished lol...on to the story.
Chapter 27
Severus apparated to the border of Hogwarts and by then Harry had stopped crying and was looking around.
“Feeling better Harry?” Severus asked looking down at the child in his arms.
Harry nodded his head but didn’t say anything, instead laid his head back down on Snape’s shoulder as they headed for the entrance. He found himself drifting off to sleep, but he knew when they entered the school because of the temperature change.
“Where are going?” Harry asked tiredly.
“To the Great Hall, Albus wants to see us for dinner,” Severus replied.
Harry didn’t say anything as they entered the hall, although he did notice that conversation seemed too ceased when they entered and he cringed slightly at their reactions. Snape must have felt it because he brought his hand to his back and rubbed it to comfort him. He felt Snape try to set him down on the chair but he whimpered and held tightly to his neck until the man relented and set him on his lap. It wasn’t as awkward as Harry thought but he still didn’t remove himself from his teacher’s lap. Pretty soon dinner was over and he and Snape headed to the Dungeons. Harry fell asleep on the way to their quarters and Severus changed him into a pull up and pajamas before tucking him into bed. Severus headed to the floo where Albus was waiting for him.
“Step through Albus, he’s asleep. Now what did you need to talk to me about?” Severus asked tiredly.
“I hired Remus Lupin for the DADA position, and I wanted to know your thoughts on that,” Albus said softly. “Not to mention, would you make his wolfsbane potion?”
Albus knew had Harry not been asleep, Severus would have raised hell, but since the child was he didn’t do that, and he was thankful that he didn’t set a silencing charm.
“We will be talking about this tomorrow, when will the wolf be here?” He sneered.
“Tomorrow morning and I know that he will be interested in meeting Harry,” Albus said pointedly.
Severus said nothing and Albus took the hint and flooed out of there, he headed to his lab to get started on that potion. He would be damned if Lupin got close to Harry without his dose of monthly medicine.
Harry woke up the next morning with the pull up wet as usual but he was in a room that he had never seen before in his life. He didn’t have a lot of time to admire it because his bladder made itself known and he quickly hopped out of bed, only to hop back on because the floor was freezing. Looking around for his socks, he couldn’t find them, he contemplated waiting for Snape but his bladder was already stuttering and he didn’t want to wet himself. Walking on only his tippy toes he headed in search of the loo, every door was closed and he didn’t know if he was allowed to open them. As he reached to give himself a quick squeeze the door down the hall opened, and it revealed a wide awake Snape who seemed a bit shocked to see Harry in the hall.
“What are you doing Harry and where are your shoes?” Severus asked even as he accioed his slippers from his room.
“I couldn’t find them,” Harry said slipping them on before turning back to Snape. “I need the toilet,” he said softly as he grabbed himself again.
“It’s through that door child,” Severus said pointing to the one next to him.
Harry quickly stepped through it and took care of business before going back to his room. Going through the drawers he grabbed a pair of jeans and a blue shirt with a snake on it and got dressed. When he finished he headed back out to where he thought the kitchen was and sat at the table and wait for Snape. He wasn’t sitting there long when his teacher appeared with breakfast and he quickly dug in when he was served.
Severus for the most part sat there drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper, until it seemed like Harry was finished eating.
“There is a new DADA teacher coming today, you’ll probably meet him at lunch, but he might be interested to meet you.” Severus said tersely.
“Why would he want to meet me?” Harry asked confusion lacing his tongue.
“Because he was one of your father’s best friends,” Severus said trying not to sneer.
“Really,” Harry asked in disbelief.
“What did I just say Potter?” Severus answered sarcastically with a cutting tone, which he regretted instantly when he saw Harry’s reaction.
Harry flinched badly at his answer, and nearly knocked over his chair to get away from him. His uncle tended to use that tone just before Harry got a hard cuff upside the head, and he liked to make sure he was out of arm’s length. Although he knew better to run away from his punishment and even though his body demanded flight he forced himself to stay where he was. He had forgotten for a moment that he was at Hogwarts with Snape and not with the Durselys.
Severus could have kicked himself as he took in the skittish boy standing next to the table. He had forgotten how sensitive the child really was, and how easily he picked up on your tone. Harry was now standing still head down with his shoulder’s hunched like he was expecting a blow. Getting down on knees Severus gently grabbed him by the shoulders, ignoring his flinch.
“Harry, you are at Hogwarts, and I won’t hurt you child,” Severus said softly, looking intently at the child who seemed to be in another world at the moment.
“Where are you Harry?” He asked when the child stayed silent.
“Hogwarts sir,” he whispered not looking up from the ground.
“And who am I child?”
“Professor Snape, my…” Harry trailed off.
“You’re what Harry?” Severus asked quietly.
“My dad,” he replied finally looking up, eyes thankfully dry.
“Good boy Harry, I’m sorry for my tone Harry, I would never hit you.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” Harry murmured before reaching out to hug Snape.
Severus wrapped his arms around him and stood up, his knees were starting to hurt. He hugged the child until Harry himself started to push himself away. He set him down and they resumed breakfast.
Harry finished his food, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do when Snape went to go and work on his potions. He smiled slightly maybe he could help him, and show him that he wasn’t dumb when it came to his subject. As the man was getting up Harry addressed him.
“Sir, would it be ok if I could help you make potions today?” Harry asked making his eyes wide and open, he had learned earlier that summer that they usually worked on Snape, although he didn’t know the reason why.
Severus was a bit shocked that the boy wanted to help on potions, especially given his current potion’s grade for the last two years. Nonetheless he wasn’t about to say no to free help.
“Sure you can Harry, you can help make the calming potion. Here’s the book,” Severus said showing him the page.
Harry remembered doing this potion just last year, he had done it almost perfectly until Malfoy threw something into his cauldron and he got a zero for the day, because it resembled something that Neville had made. He smiled thankful that his classmate wasn’t here now, and there was nothing that was going to prevent him from showing his professor how good he could be at potions. |
Heres the new chappie, enjoy and yea, and now that this is out of the way, back to my rps
Chapter 28
Harry was working diligently on his potion double checking and everything, he hoped that he could show the man that he wasn’t such a dunderhead like Snape usually thought.
Severus looked over to see Harry true to his word, working on the potion he assigned to him. He sighed, now why couldn’t the child do this in class? He shook his head, and answered his own question; he knew that was no one’s fault but his own. Now knowing Harry like he did, he was sure he frightened him just as much as Longbottom; he wouldn’t do that this year that’s for sure.
Harry liked the peaceful of working on the potion and he got so caught up into that he didn’t want to stop when he felt his body letting him know that he needed to pee. He ignored it in favor to chopping up the next item needed for the potion. He found himself dancing along and crotch grabbing for about 10 minutes; he was unaware that he was even doing it since he was so focused on his work.
Severus still looking at his potion informed Harry that they would be heading to lunch in about 5 minutes and they would be eating in the great hall where he would meet the new DADA teacher.
Harry nodded that he got it, and when Snape had spoke to him he realized that he really had to pee, but he didn’t know if he could just leave the potion alone so he didn’t go. He was hoping that he would have a chance to go, before they headed down to lunch but Snape just put a stasis charm on both potions, before throwing a few cleaning charms at them both. He sighed and tensed his thighs together as they walked down to the hall. They passed the bathrooms closest to the Great hall and Harry wished more than anything that they would stop there but they didn’t, and he didn’t ask.
He sat down on the circle table that was set in the middle of the room where there were normally house tables, those were absent at the moment. He sat down close to Snape, because everywhere else would have been just too awkward for him. He found himself squirming just a bit in his chair as he tried not to leak into his pants. Snape by this time was having a discussion with the Headmaster and a few other teachers and he didn’t want to be rude.
“Hi there, I’m Professor Lupin,” a teacher he had never seen before spoke to him. Harry looked at him curiously before deciding that this must be the new DADA teacher. He gave off a friendly vibe and Harry found himself wanting to talk to him.
“Hello sir,” Harry said softly fidgeting a bit.
“What are you doing here in the summer Harry?” Remus asked curiously, Albus hadn’t told him the reason why.
“I’m just helping out for a few days before I go back home,” Harry said smiling shyly, and squirming a bit more in his seat.
“That sounds like fun,” Remus replied conversationally.
“It is, I like feeling useful,” Harry said before reaching down and giving himself a squeeze under the table.
“Are you alright Harry?” Remus asked as the boy continued wiggling on the bench across from him.
“I’m fine sir,” he said softly before taking a bite of his sandwich. He glanced at Snape again and sighed, he really, really needed to pee.
“Can you tell me some stories about my dad while I’m here?” Harry asked so soft he wasn’t sure the man would hear him.
Remus heard him quite clearly thanks to wolf senses, and he found himself grinning this time and meaning it.
“I would love to Harry, just come by my office,” Remus replied.
Harry was smiling happily and was about to respond that he would when his bladder contracted and he felt a spurt leak out and wet his boxers. He immediately froze and whimpered and glanced down in horror but was happy to note that his trousers were still dry on the front. He was so focused on making sure that he didn’t leak anymore to see Remus narrow his eyes at him.
Remus was waiting for Harry to answer him on what he thought of that idea, when he heard the boy whine, before he smelt the fresh scent of urine and he looked sharply at the child across him. Harry wasn’t looking up; he was looking into his lap, why didn’t the child just go?
“Harry, do you need the loo?” He asked sharply.
Harry looked up in the man in horror, how did he know that? He didn’t answer he just stared at him like deer caught in headlights, one hand still gripping himself underneath the table, as he rocked from side to side.
Thanks to the lull in the conversation, Severus was able to hear the wolf quite clearly and he found himself turning around quickly to look at the little boy next to him. He sighed softly, he knew that potty dance anywhere, and he quickly got up from the table.
“Excuse us,” he said hand automatically reaching out for Harry who quickly latched on it.
Remus knew that he was staring with his mouth wide opened when he saw Harry grab Severus’s hand, and a quick look around the hall, showed him he wasn’t alone. No one said anything as they watched the retreating figures walk quickly out the hall, getting another shock when they saw Harry suddenly stop in place. They then saw Severus pick him up before running out of the hall; they looked around at each other. What was that about?
Severus was trying to figure out why the boy hadn’t asked for the loo, he thought that Harry was comfortable now with him to ask. He was trying to walk quickly out of the hall because he knew for Harry to already be holding himself he must have to go pretty bad. No sooner had that thought left his mind; he saw the boy stop and he already knew what must be happening, even before Harry spoke.
“It’s coming out,” Harry whispered trying to hold himself tighter.
“Wait Harry, just a bit longer,” he said before picking the boy up, not even caring who saw them and running to the loo nearest the great hall. They burst into the loo where Severus quickly got rid of the necessities on his trousers and Harry had relief.
When Harry finished he washed his hands before turning back to Snape who was looking at him with one eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“What did I say about holding it for so long? Why didn’t you tell me?” Severus asked with an unreadable expression on his face. “Did you make it ok Harry?” He asked a bit softer.
Harry blushed and nodded, before speaking because he knew Snape preferred a verbal answer.
“I wet my boxers a bit,” he said mortified before continuing. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to be rude since you were in a conversation,” Harry replied quietly.
“I understand Harry, don’t do that again. You could have just tapped me or poked me, a simple excuse me would even work. Come on lets go get you changed,” Severus said opening the door, so they could head down to the dungeons.
Edited January 20, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Ok warning: No I’m not Remus bashing, I love him. He does the same thing to Harry that Severus did, their first day together. All will be settled and what not, I just wanted to put that out there lol…anyways there you guys go
Chapter 29
The next morning after breakfast found Harry not knowing what to do, Severus didn’t need his help in his lab, and he even told Harry that his potion yesterday was perfect and that he’d better see him work like that during the school year. Harry smiled as he remembered the praise; he liked making Snape proud of him. At the moment he was walking around the castle occasionally talking to some portraits, he really had no plans. He hadn’t seen Hagrid at all since he’d been there and he would love to visit his friend. As he was passing the DADA classroom he remembered what Professor Lupin had said about telling him about his parents. Although he was a bit apprehensive about seeing the man again especially after what happened yesterday, he did want to know more about his parents. He was still wondering how the man knew he had to go when he was on the other side of the table. As he was contemplating about whether or not to knock on the door, it opened by itself. Before Harry could freak out, he saw his Professor beckoning him into his office.
“Good morning sir,” Harry said as he sat down in a chair.
“Hello Harry, how are you today?” Remus asked, getting the tea out.
“I’m fine sir, just a bit bored. I don’t know what to do today,” he explained softly.
“Oh yea, well Hogwarts has a whole bunch of secrets that you can explore,” Remus said knowingly.
“I know that, I found the Chamber of Secrets last year,” Harry said quietly.
Remus was able to conceal his shock, and although he was very interested to hear that particular story, he was very curious about another thing. Before he bombarded Harry with questions about what happened yesterday, he was going to tell him a few stories first while they had tea.
“I went to school with your parent’s, you father was actually one of my best friends,” he said wistfully as he remembered.
Harry sat there quietly and drank both the tea and the stories about his parents up. He didn’t even know how much time had passed until Professor Lupin stopped talking and said that they had about 30 minutes until lunch. At the moment Harry’s stomach was feeling a bit full, he hadn’t paid attention to how much tea he had drunk because he was so into the stories. As he shifted he became more aware that his bladder was extremely full, and he was uncomfortable. He knew he wasn’t supposed to hold it and since he had already broke that rule yesterday he didn’t want to do it today.
“Excuse me Professor Lupin, I’ll be right back,” Harry said putting his cup down and attempting to stand up.
“Wait just a moment Harry, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Remus said quietly.
Harry recognized the tone of voice he used and knew whatever it was, had to be serious. He didn’t really know what do, and as he made get up, his Professor halted him again. Harry sighed, hoping that the man would be done quickly.
“What did you want to talk to me about sir?” Harry asked already jiggling in his seat.
“Yesterday, what happened at lunch?” Remus asked as he straightened up his desk.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked blushing wasn’t it obvious, he had to pee then, like he had to now.
“With Severus, why did he take you?” Remus asked getting straight to the point.
“Because, no one else was going to take me,” Harry said confused, why wouldn’t Snape take him? Did the man not know of the guardianship?
“What do you mean Harry?”
“I’m staying with Professor Snape this summer,” Harry said hand gravitating to his groin as he wiggled even more in his seat.
“Why are you staying with Severus?”
“Because the Head…oh I’ll be right back sir,” Harry replied as he felt a spurt leak out from him.
“Harry hold on just a second, why are you with Severus?”Remus pressed, oblivious to everything but why his friend’s son was staying with a man who had loathed them both as a child.
“Because the Headmaster said too,” Harry said whimpering as another spurt hit his already damp boxers.
“Why did he do that?” Remus questioned.
“I don’t know, because…ahhh I gotta…I’m really sorry sir,” Harry said as he felt his bladder about ready to give up, hand firmly between his legs. He swiftly got up out of his chair and ran to the door.
“Harry wait…” Remus said calling him back.
But Harry was through listening he didn’t want to have an accident here, not at school. He had just made it to the doorway when his bladder chose that moment to empty itself, and he could do nothing but stop and stare down at himself as it all came pouring at him. He stared at his trousers in horror wishing that this wasn’t happening, he squeezed himself hard trying to hold the rest in, but that was useless. He could do nothing but sag in relief though, as humiliating as this was he was happy that he could finally let it go. That was until he finished and he found himself staring at his shocked Professor, eyes wide he found them filling with tears. He didn’t bother to hear what the man was going to say because Harry ran out of the office, tears blurring in his eyes. He was sobbing quite hard to the point he couldn’t even see in front of him which caused him to bump directly into his Head of House.
“Mr. Potter what is the meaning of…” she trailed off as she took in his soaked trousers and his wet face that still had tears falling from his eyes. She couldn’t find it in her heart to be sharp with him at the moment, not when he was like this.
“Dad’s gonna be really mad at me for this,” Harry said blubbering around his tears.
“No he won’t Harry, he’ll understand my dear,” she said finding herself unable to call him by his last name when he seemed so much younger at the moment. She covered her shock at what he called Severus, even though Albus had told her of their changed relationship. She smiled softly, she was happy for them both. “Let’s get you cleaned up dear,” she said before waving her wand and cleaning him up.
Harry tiredly leaned against her after she cleaned him up; he just wanted to lay down right where he stood. All that crying and running and emotional turmoil from the stories was starting to take a toll on him, and it showed.
She continued smiling and found herself picking up the light child and rubbing his back as he relaxed on her shoulder. She carried him down to the dungeons where she knocked on Severus’s office before walking in before he said a thing.
Severus was working on lesson plans when someone knocked on the door, before he could say enter they had already opened it. Before he could get annoyed he was surprised to see that it was Minerva with Harry in her arms and lying on her shoulder.
“What happened to him?” He asked already up and reaching for him. |
Sorry this is so late...clumsy me somehow injured the whole left side of her body, and I'm supposed to be 'resting' and not online But staring at tv/the wall, gets pretty boring so I typed this instead hope you like it.
Chapter 30
Minerva shook her head in the negative that she didn’t know before handing the half-asleep child to Severus.
Harry whimpered when he felt himself getting pulled away from her, that was until he felt the familiar smell of potions and he knew that she had brought him to his Dad. He tensed up at first would Snape be mad about his accident?
“Minerva, why is he crying?” Severus asked concerned when he saw Harry’s tear-streaked face.
“I believe that was because of his accident Severus. He was very distraught that you were going to be angry with him,” she said pointedly.
“Harry, did you have an accident today?” Severus asked ignoring her answer for the moment.
Harry nodded in his shoulder knowing that in a second, he was going to get pulled away so Severus could hear him speak. He wasn’t surprised to find himself suddenly sitting up with his back to Snape’s chest.
“What caused your accident Harry?” Snape asked gently rubbing his shoulder.
“I was talking to Professor Lupin, and every time I tried to get up and go he kept asking me questions.” Harry said sniffling in remembrance.
“What happened after Harry?” Severus asked gently carding his hand through Harry’s hair knowing it relaxed him.
“I finally got up to run because it got too bad, but when I got by the door it just came out everywhere. M’really sorry daddy,” Harry said crying again.
“It was an accident, this was not your fault Harry,” Severus said soothingly forgetting Minerva in the room for the moment.
She at least had the good grace not to draw attention to herself, knowing that was witnessing such a personal event.
Severus though he had a calm front for Harry’s sake was seething, what kind of idiot doesn’t let the child go to the toilet? Furthermore what kinds of questions was he asking Harry?
“Harry what kinds of things was he asking you?” Severus asked quietly.
“He wanted to know why I was sitting by you last night, and why I was staying with you this summer.” Harry said before rubbing the back of his hands across his eye to wipe the tears.
“Oh he did, and what did you tell him child?” Severus asked, which was much to calm for Minerva’ because she tensed up slightly.
“That the Headmaster said so,” Harry sniffled laying his head back against Severus’s chest.
“Are you sleepy Harry?” Severus whispered as he took his handkerchief and wiped Harry’s nose.
“No, m’not daddy,” Harry replied sleepily.
“Of course you’re not child,” Severus said smirking before turning him around and laying his head on his shoulder.
Less than 5 minutes later and Harry was asleep, laying him on the couch in his office he turned to Minerva who had a cat like grin on her face. Severus scowled that he had forgotten she was here, not to mention she never said a word.
“What is it Minerva?” Severus said sighing, when it was clear that she wanted to say something.
“Nothing Severus,” she said grinning.
“Thank you for bringing Harry to me, would you do me a small favor Minerva?”
“Of course Severus, what do you need me to do?”
“Stay here and watch Harry for a about 10 minutes, I need to have a talk with the wolf.” Severus said grimly as he headed towards the door.
“Severus, I’m sure Remus feels horrible enough without you going there to remind him.” She said sternly already regretting agreeing to his favor without knowing what it was.
“Minerva, I won’t do anything rash, after all I am a Slytherin,” he said before exiting his office.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she murmured softly before gently rubbing Harry’s back.
While Severus was on a mission, Remus was trying to understand what exactly just occured into his office. He cleaned up the puddle by the door, and he felt awful about what happened. He was remembering their conversation and now that he was thinking clearly he could see that Harry needed the loo and had made an effort to leave but he himself prevented him from doing so. He was also a little worried about Severus, seeing as Harry had said he had guardianship of him and seeing as Harry just wet his pants in his office, he knew he would be visiting him sooner or later. As soon as that thought left his mind he heard the distinct black boots, of said potion’s master walking down the hall and heading straight for his office. Throwing a complex locking charm at the door, Remus tried to think. He knew what Severus must be feeling because if something else had done that to Harry, his cub he would be after them himself. He was in the middle of pouring himself a cup of tea when the pounding on his door nearly made him spill it.
“Wolf open the door, I know you’re in there,” Severus said calmly.
Remus said nothing for his co-workers tone was much to calm for his taste, he could sense that something else was brewing underneath and he valued his health too much to open the door.
Severus allowed himself to seethe in front of the door for a few seconds, until he realized that he would see the man at dinner. Smiling evilly he walked away and headed back to his office.
Remus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Severus leaving but he couldn’t understand how or why the man gave up so soon. The thought that the Slytherin was plotting was enough to send shivers up his spine. Especially since he never wanted Harry to have an accident anyways, he needed to speak with him immediately. The only question was would Severus allow it, or for that matter would Harry?
Harry woke up by someone shaking his shoulder softly, he whimpered before trying to bury himself deeper into the couch.
“Harry, I know you want to sleep child, but it’s time for dinner.” Severus said softly as he gently sat the boy up.
“M’not hungry,” Harry said softly before his stomach grumbled.
“I can hear that child, nonetheless you need to eat,” Severus said smirking slightly.
“Are we eating in our quarters?” Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes to wake up.
“No, in the great hall Harry,” Severus explained gently.
“I don’t want to eat there, can’t we eat in tonight?” Harry asked eyes wide. He didn’t want to see Professor Lupin again, not after what happened in his office.
“I’m afraid not Harry, Albus needs to speak with me,” Severus said.
“Then can I stay here and eat by myself?” Harry insisted.
“No child, whose knows what kind of mischief you would get into. Besides Harry, Hagrid is here, and he was excited to know that you were here.”
“But, I don’t want to go,” Harry said softly.
“You want to disappoint Hagrid, your very first friend?” Severus said raising an eyebrow.
“No I never said that,” Harry said shaking his head in the negative.
“Yes you did,” Severus said nodding his head animatedly. He knew that Harry hated to disappoint anyone, a trait which could either harm or help him depending on the situation. Although at the moment Severus wanted to be in the great Hall because he had a wolf to talk too.
“Ok I want to see Hagrid,” Harry said getting up stretching.
“That’s a good boy,” Severus replied opening the door to the office so they could head to dinner. |
I know this took a while to get up here...but in my defence..I spent a long week in the hospital and my mom refused to bring me my laptop, apologies anyway.
Chapter 31
Severus only coaxed Harry to go to the great hall but he didn’t address what happened earlier, which left Harry in a panic. As they headed down the empty corridors he brought it to his Professor’s attention.
“Professor, what if it happens again?” Harry asked so softly he wasn’t even sure the man heard.
“What do you mean Harry?”
“I…I…earlier with Professor Lupin, what if that happens to me in class?” He asked worriedly, he was really frightened about how everyone was going to treat him, especially the Slytherins.
“It won’t happen Harry, your teachers would never deny you that right,” Severus said as he gently squeezed Harry’s shoulder.
“But Professor Lupin did what if he doesn’t let me go again, what if I wet myself in front of everyone?” Harry said finally stopping in the middle of the corridor as he eyes filled with tears.
“Harry, I can assure that Lupin didn’t mean for that to happen, he was probably just so caught up in his questions.”
Severus explained to the distraught child, he for one could not believe that he was defending the wolf’s action. But if he was being honest with himself he had made the boy wet himself twice if anyone was counting.
Harry shook his head, he asked and everything, what if the man or anyone really gets caught up again, and doesn’t let him go? He didn’t want to go to school anymore, this was humiliating. He just knew everyone was going to make fun of him.
Severus could see the child thinking about everything that could go wrong, which according to his expressions was a lot of scenarios. He needed to calm the boy down before he worked himself into a panic attack.
“Harry, child would you please calm down? I promise you that isn’t going to happen,” Severus said gently as he walked over and picked the distressed child up.
“How do you know?” Harry asked sniffling, with his face in Severus’s shoulder.
“Because you will ask for the loo, before it gets too bad,” He clarified, before thinking softly to himself. Not to mention I will warn your teachers myself about your ‘dance’ you do to let them know for you to go immediately.
“Calm down now Harry, you don’t want everyone to see that you’ve been crying have you?” Severus said as they neared the entrance to the great hall.
Harry shook his head in the man’s shoulder, as he calmed himself down. He wiped his face on the man’s robe before wiggling to get down. As he stood up he felt a twinge in his bladder, it was small but it was there nonetheless. Not wanting another situation like last time, he tugged on Severus’s sleeve.
“What it is Harry?” He asked as he was about ready to go in.
“Can we go to the loo first?” He asked gesturing across from them.
“Of course,” Severus replied before following Harry to the toilets.
When they came out they headed straight to the circle table in the middle of the hall. Harry kept his eyes low and was grateful that Snape chose to sit by the Headmaster and his Head of House. He waved to Hagrid, hoping he would get a chance to speak with him later. Harry sat down as Snape loaded his plate up with food, and ignored the gaze from Professor Lupin. He was just so embarrassed, how was he ever going to face him?
While Harry was trying to avoid Remus’s gaze, Severus was trying to catch it but the man refused to look at him, enough was enough.
“Lupin after dinner, it’s urgent that I speak with you discerning your potion,” Severus stated pointedly. He was after all a Slytherin and he could play dirty if he needed too.
No one batted an eye they all knew what potion Severus was talking about, everyone except Harry who had the sense to stay quiet. Although his thoughts were far from it, why was Snape making a potion for Professor Lupin was he sick? Throughout the dinner, he found himself occasionally glancing at the man across the table at him to try to see if he was well, he wasn’t that successful. Because every time he caught the man’s eyes, he found himself blushing in humiliation.
Soon dinner was over, and Severus gave him the ok to go with Hagrid for about a half hour while he talked with Professor Lupin about his potion. Harry didn’t question although he really wanted to, he just skipped next to Hagrid and followed him to his hut.
With Harry sufficiently out of the way Severus glared as he followed the wolf to his office. Coming in behind him, he set up a few privacy charms they didn’t need to be overheard at all. He seated himself on one of the chairs opposite the man’s desk and just stared at him with his dark gaze like he did with his students. Within a few moments the wolf was shifting uncomfortably.
“Severus just let me explain what happened,” Remus said swallowing softly. He knew that even with the wolf on his side, Severus Snape was a dangerous man that you didn’t want to cross.
“Then I suggest you do so,” Severus said calmly waving his hand for the man to continue.
“I didn’t realize he had to go, he never told me. I only thought he was trying to go back to his quarters, and I was curious about the incident that happened last night at dinner.” Remus said cautiously.
“And did you get the information you wanted?”
“A bit, but you have to understand that if Harry would have said something, I would have let him go, he could have even used the loo behind me.”
Severus sighed, the wolf did have a point, and Harry didn’t like to let you in that he had to go until it was almost too late. He knew from personal experience what that was like, but how did the man not see Harry little dance that he does?
“He doesn’t like you tell you when he has to use the loo, bad parenting on his relative’s part I assure you. You have to look at his body language; surely you know what I mean wolf?”
“I do Severus I just was so caught up in my questions, I never meant for that to happen to Harry.” Remus said regretfully.
“I do understand Lupin; you just have to explain that to Harry. He’s very afraid that you will do that to him when class starts, and understandably he’s a bit panicked.”
“I would never treat Harry like that,” Remus replied just horrified at the thought.
“Lupin shut up, I didn’t say you would. I only said that is what Harry thinks,” Severus said quietly. He quickly thought to himself, should he inform the man of Harry’s past abuse, would that be relevant? Would Harry want him to know?
“Why would Harry think that Severus?” Remus asked narrowing his eyes.
“Because he thinks he deserves every bad thing that happens to him. Every hit or bruise he ever received that child believes that he isn’t worth it.”
“What are you talking about, are you trying to tell me that Harry was abused?” Remus asked angrily as his eyes flared amber.
Severus had to force himself to stay seated when he saw Lupin’s eyes changed; he was reminded once again how dangerous the man across him could be when he wanted too.
“Calm down Lupin or I won’t tell you a thing,” he said quietly knowing the man could hear.
“Sorry Severus, I am calm now,” Remus replied, grimacing from his outburst.
“The reason I have guardianship of Harry is because I discovered his abuse about a month ago. I found out by mistake, he was having a nightmare, and I thinking I could help him gently legimised him and saw it. He’s very timid, and they didn’t just abuse him they treated him like a house elf. They didn’t even allow him to use the toilet when he needed too.” Severus said softly, he still couldn’t understand how they could treat Harry that way.
“They did that to Harry, my cub?” Remus said softly to himself, this would definitely explain the boy’s behavior.
“Yes they did, and more.”
“I hope they will be punished.”
“Albus is taking care of it personally,” Severus said smirking.
“Good,” Remus replied, he knew how the Headmaster could be.
Severus nodded before getting up out of his chair, and heading for the door. He had just dispelled the charms when Lupin called him back.
“Severus do you think that I can speak with Harry tomorrow. Do you think that he would forgive me?” Remus asked trying not to think about the possibilities if he didn’t.
“Trust me when I say I know for a fact that Harry will forgive you.” Severus said before grimacing, he knew how emotional Gryffindors could be and he needed to clarify it. “I myself did something to him similar at the start of the summer, and you see that he has forgiven me, don’t you?”
Remus nodded wishing the man would elaborate but knowing Severus he knew that was all he was getting from the man.
“I will send Harry to you in the morning; I would advise that you pay close attentions to his signals wolf.” Severus said pointedly before walking out and heading to Hagrid’s hut to pick up Harry. |
I procrastinated, then realized I wasnt being fair so here it is. I apologize for Hagrid's dialec...it was hard to do lol. I hope you like it I will update soonish lol
Chapter 32
Harry was enjoying his tea with Hagrid; he’d missed talking to the half-giant. At the moment though he was hoping that Hagrid would explain what they were talking about at dinner. He knew first-hand how loose Hagrid’s lips were, after all he was the reason they knew how to get pass Fluffy in their first year.
“Hagrid what did Professor Snape mean when he said he needed to talk to Professor Lupin about his potion? Is he sick?” He asked curiously.
Hagrid looked startled at the question, not at all sure how he was supposed to answer that. He busied himself with his tea items as he tried to answer Harry’s question.
“Well ‘arry P’fessor Lupin, ‘es a bit sick, but he’s been like this ever since he was a lad.” Hagrid said carefully.
“What do you mean? You mean he has a muggle illness, like cancer?” Harry asked even more confused.
“Uh, ‘arry I don’t know what that is,” Hagrid said shrugging his massive shoulders.
Harry shook his head, this conversation was leading him nowhere but more confused.
“Why does he have to take a potion?” Harry asked finally.
“Because he needs it to control himself during the full moon,” Hagrid said fixing his tea.
“The full moon, what does that have to do with anything?” Harry asked raising an eyebrow in question.
“Ahh, I shouldn’t said that, and you shouldn’t be asking me questions about that,” Hagrid said looking a bit worried now.
Harry had the sense to stay quiet knowing that Hagrid had let something important slip; he just needed to think on it a little bit more to figure it out.
“Hagrid how old is Fang?” Harry asked wanting the gentle giant to forget about what they were talking about, it wouldn’t do for someone to think that Harry was up to no good.
He like any kid just hated being left into the dark. He listened half-heartedly while Hagrid explained Fang’s age, until the half giant startled him with his own question.
“So how is Severus treating you?” He asked taking a bite of his rock cake.
“Really good, he likes me now,” Harry said face breaking out into a huge grin.
“I know that ‘arry, he liked you before too, he just couldn’t show it.” Hagrid said knowingly.
Harry nodded that he understood, and he did for the most part. As Snape had told him just a few weeks ago, it was a complicated situation but that doesn’t change how he feels about Harry. Harry grabbed his cup and gulped his much too sweet tea; this was a change from Snape’s tea. While he let Harry have sugary stuff when they went out, he was a stickler for being healthy when they were in their own home, and Harry relished in the sugary goodness.
Severus knocked on the door to Hagrid’s hut and was rewarded with a arm load of a hyperactive child. He sighed, but he knew he’d known better, Hagrid was notorious for his sweet tea as was his rock cakes.
“Thank you for watching him Hagrid,” Severus said.
“Anytime Sev’rus,” he replied before waving goodbye to Harry.
As they headed back to their quarters Harry latched on to Snape’s hand, it was habit now, and he quite liked the feeling of being safe. It was knew to him but he
welcomed it all the same.
“Harry tomorrow, you are gonna have tea with Professor Lupin again,” Severus said quietly.
“What?” Harry asked he couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Just what I said child,” He answered gently.
“But you know what happened, I don’t wanna see him,” Harry said already shaking his head in the negative.
“I understand Harry, and he feels terrible. Don’t you think he deserves a chance to apologize?”
Harry wanted to be stubborn and say no but he didn’t know how patient nor charitable Snape was feeling at the moment and he really didn’t wanna test him.
“Fine,” he replied sighing heavily, it wasn’t like he actually had a choice.
“Good boy, what did you and Hagrid talk about?” Severus asked opening the door to their rooms.
“Nothing, just you and fang,” Harry said carefully.
Severus nodded before starting to head to his potions lab, before stopping and realizing that Harry was still standing in the middle of the room.
“Why don’t you go get a shower, and get ready for bed?” He said.
“It’s only 8:00, you said my bedtime was 9:30,” Harry stated loudly, getting a bit angry
“It is, which is why I said go get ready, not go to sleep child,” Severus said calmly before chuckling softly.
“Oh,” Harry said blushing, and feeling a bit stupid at his outburst.
“Yes oh, I’ll be in my lab is you need me,” he said going through the door.
Harry quickly showered and got dressed for bed before heading into the sitting room. He grabbed a book from the shelf still a bit unsure what he was supposed to go, he was planning on reading it but he couldn’t get the words from dinner out of his head. What did Hagrid mean about the full moon? Was he trying to say that Professor Lupin was a werewolf or something? Harry shook his head, those were just stories, and everyone knew that werewolves, vampires, and mermaids didn’t exist right?
He sighed, he thought the same thing about witches and wizards, if he existed then maybe those supernatural creatures do too. He shrugged his shoulders; there was only one thing to do, ask. He shook his head, what if they didn’t and Snape looked at him like he was crazy, he could just imagine the embarrassment, but he was genuinely curious now.
When Snape finally came into the sitting room, Harry was pacing the room trying to work through his thoughts. He wished again that Hermione was here, if Professor Lupin was a werewolf or something then why the heck did he have to take a potion?
“Are Vampires and Werewolves and Mermaids real?” Harry asked stopping his pacing as he waited for an answer.
“Yes they do Harry, they are also supernatural beings like us,” Severus answered carefully, wondering where this conversation was going.
“Is Professor Lupin a Werewolf?” Harry asked bluntly, not knowing how to ease into the question.
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I updated as you can see, you know that saying dont bite off more then you can chew? Well I did that, so apologies for the less then fast updates.
Chapter 33
“Why would you think that?” Severus asked calmly, more calm then what he felt. How in the heck did Harry find out? And if he didn’t know, then what in the world brought this question up?
“I don’t know, I was just asking. Why are you making him a potion?” Harry asked, he didn’t wanna let on that Hagrid let on about the full moon.
“Harry look at me,” Severus said softly, as he made eye contact with the child.
He quickly skimmed his surface thoughts to find that Hagrid of course let something slip and he quickly backed out of Harry’s mind so he wouldn’t hurt him. And this is why he was reluctant to share anything with the half-giant. He was friendly as they come, but he had a big mouth and often let secrets slip. As much as he hated the wolf, he understood why Dumbledore hired him. He was a decent enough teacher, not to mention he would also be a protector of Harry if Sirius Black ever decided to come to the school. Just the thought of the man made his lips curl into a snarl and he had to visibly straighten himself as he remembered whose presence he was in.
“Because he needs it, it will make him better,” Severus said carefully as he finally answered Harry’s question.
“What’s wrong with him?” Harry asked getting concerned.
“It’s not my place to tell, maybe one day he’ll let you know,” Severus replied vaguely.
“Ok,” Harry said kind of confused; he hated it when adults kept secrets from him. He didn’t catch that Severus never actually answered the question.
Severus sighed the crisis was averted but he knew that Harry would remember eventually and he had better warn the wolf at the very least, Dumbledore as well.
“Did you put your other underwear on?” Severus asked gently.
“Yup, wanna see?” Harry asked pulling up his shirt to expose the blue goodnight.
“A simple yes would have sufficed, but good job nonetheless,” Severus said grinning lightly.
“How long are we gonna stay here again?” Harry asked as he got tucked into bed an hour and a half later.
“Well it was supposed to be 3 days but Poppy is really behind on her potions stock, not to mention I still need to write my lessons plans. I guess we’re really gonna stay a week or so,” Severus said gently.
“But…our trip, you…you said,” Harry trailed off before scooting down under the covers he knew better then to argue. As the tears welled in his eyes he tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter. They had already taken a lot of trips to many different places and he was being selfish now. He pulled the covers up to his chin before facing the opposite direction of Snape; he didn’t want the man to see how selfish his new kid was.
Severus sighed softly as he carded his hand through Harry’s hair. He knew without a doubt that the child probably thought their excursion was canceled but he wasn’t cruel, well not that cruel and certainty never to Harry; well at least not anymore.
“Foolish child, our trip is still on, so no need to get upset. I promise Harry, we will finish our trip,” he said softly.
Harry nodded his head that he heard before sniffling softly, rubbing his face against his blankets.
“Go to sleep, if you need me, call me,” he said reached over to kiss Harry’s forehead before turning off the light and closing his door to about a crack. In his haste to get some work done he forgot to leave the bathroom light on knowing that Harry sometimes got up to go, before heading to his study to work on some lessons plans. The Dungeons tended to be a lot darker at night then the Manor and he knew that Harry’s eye sight was not the best. Severus stopped in the middle of the hallway as he realized he had neglected do something for Harry, like get his eyes checked. He nodded his head he would take care of this tomorrow after lunch.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night desperate for the loo, he smiled as he realized his underwear was dry for once but the downside was his stomach was much too full. Putting on his socks, he opened his door and doubled backed as he realized just how incredibly dark it was. He shivered once, whether it was from the cold, or fear, or having to pee he didn’t know. He bounced lightly trying to convince himself there was nothing to be afraid of but he couldn’t make himself go out there.
Sighing softly he laid back down on his side attempting to fall back asleep but the pressure in his stomach wouldn’t let him. Tired of squirming around he got up again, and opened the door and whimpered, Merlin he had to go bad. He could feel it trying to leak out and whined in protest. He contemplated just letting go now, but instantly abandoned that idea. It was one thing to wet the underwear unintentional, it was a whole different thing to do it on purpose.
Harry moaned as tears pricked his eyes, where was Snape when he needed him? He could have pinched himself, Snape said to call him if he needed him, didn’t this qualify as that. He could care less as he bent at the waist tightly gripping his crotch, and bouncing up and down to hold it in.
“Snape, Dad, Professor,” he yelled loudly and tearfully, hoping the man heard him. He was rewarded with a door opening and feet coming towards his bedroom door.
“Is there a reason you called every single one of my titles,” Severus said smiling slightly as he opened the door, having not caught sight of the child just yet
“You said I could call you if I needed help,” Harry mumbled gripping himself tight.
“What did you need Harry?” Severus asked opening the door wider as he entered; blinking sleepily as he looked at the boy on the bed.
“I gotta go pee bad,” Harry whimpered as a few tears fell from his face.
“So why haven’t you gone? You know where the toilet is.” Severus said confused.
“It was too dark, I couldn’t see anything,” Harry groaned before doubling over.
“I meant to leave the light on, can you walk?” Severus asked softly already heading for him.
“No, help please,” he said sniffling.
“Alright, just calm down, I’m gonna pick you up,” He said gently lifting the boy up trying not to jostle him in anyway.
“Hurry dad, hurry up please,” Harry cried as he lost some into his underwear.
Severus didn’t say anything as he quickly walked to the loo; he turned on the light and lifted the seat up before setting Harry down in front of it. Since Harry hadn’t said anything, he assumed the boy could handle it from here and he started walking out of the toilet to give him privacy.
“Wait,” Harry whined as the wave of desperation hit him full force. “I still need help,” he said still jumping from foot to foot.
“My apologies child,” Severus replied feeling the effects of lack of sleep before swiftly pulling down his pants.
“Thanks,” Harry replied gratefully turning towards the toilet and finally releasing. He groaned in relief and held one hand onto the counter to steady his self.
“You’re welcome,” Severus replied already in the doorway.
When Harry finished he rubbed his stomach tenderly not liking the little ache that he was feeling, he hoped it would go away by morning. He reached to turn off the light only to have Snape tell him to leave it on; he shrugged before heading back to his room. He smiled softly as he got tucked in again before drifting off back to sleep. |
This will still be a Snape and Harry story, I only had him at Hogwarts because it fit into the story at the time. Just wanted to clarify that lol.. I probably wont update anymore this weel, my midterms start monday and I wont have alot of time as it is..Sorry.
Chapter 34
Harry woke up the next morning with the goodnight soaked, and he groaned but what could he do? At least his bed was dry right? He headed to the bathroom to change and get cleaned up before going back to get dressed. When he finally entered the kitchen he wasn’t surprised in the least to see Snape already there with breakfast on the table. Saying a greeting he sat down to the table and dug in hungrily.
“What am I gonna be doing for the week?” Harry asked, he didn’t really think his game boy could hold his attention for that long. If anything he really wanted to go back to the Manor, there were a lot of fun things to do there.
“After you have tea with Lupin, I was thinking you could spend your days with the Weasleys. I know for a fact that I won’t have much time for you, and I don’t want you to spend all your time alone,” Severus said gently.
Harry smiled at that, knowing that the translation was that Snape didn’t trust him not to get into any trouble since he wouldn’t be watching him. He actually liked that idea a lot, now that Ron and him were mates again, he liked being over there, almost as much as he liked being with Snape.
“I like that idea,” Harry said smiling shyly as he finished breakfast.
“I figured you would,” Severus said as he banished the dishes away.
“So I’m going to the Weasleys today?” Harry asked wanting to make sure.
“Not today but tomorrow, I forgot that you need to have your eyes checked,” Severus explained.
“Why do I need that?” Harry asked confused.
“Well, when was the last time you got them checked?” Severus asked.
“I don’t know,” Harry said shrugging.
“What do you mean, when did you get your glasses?” Severus asked dread making its way into his stomach.
“When I was 8, the nurse told Aunt Petunia I needed them. She came home one day with these and I’ve worned them ever since,” Harry explained not knowing there was a different way.
“And you could see out of them?” Severus asked horrified at the thought.
“Well not at first, but if I squinted I could. And I just got used to them,” he responded not knowing anything was wrong.
“I see, after lunch we will be heading to the optometrist in Hogsmead,” Severus said quietly.
“Ok,” Harry replied finishing up his breakfast.
Harry walked back into his room to put his shoes on wanting to get this whole tea thing out of the way, he didn’t even wanna go. But he liked the stories that the man told him, he never thought that if he had bothered to tell the man that he had to go he would have been allowed to leave. He was still getting used to his needs not being denied, and apparently learning that not everyone paid close attention to details like Snape did. At about 11am he told Snape were he was going and he headed to Professor Lupin’s quarters. He sighed before reluctantly knocking on the door; he so didn’t wanna be here.
“Come in Harry,” Remus said invitingly as he opened the door.
Harry nodded and sat down in the same chair as he did last time, he was highly uncomfortable and extremely embarrassed.
Remus could tell the child across from him was ready to bolt as soon as he gave the word. He sighed softly wanting to make Harry feel much more at ease then he was at the moment.
“Harry I want you to know that I am deeply sorry about what happened last time. I guess I was so caught up in my questions I didn’t stop to think on why you wanted to leave so badly.” Remus said gently.
“That’s ok,” Harry murmured knowing he should have just let the man know.
“It’s not and I can assure you it will never happen again, I will never deliberately let a child have an accident, so you don’t have to worry about that ever happening in my class,” Remus explained.
Harry nodded and even smiled a bit as he heard that, he was happy to hear that.
“Can you tell me more stories today?” He asked softly, he almost wasn’t sure the man had heard him.
“Of course,” Remus said moving to sit on the couch and gesturing for Harry to come closer.
Harry looked hesitantly at the man on the couch before walking timidly towards him and sitting next to him. As the stories progressed he found himself actually leaning on the man, and soon was lulled to sleep by the man’s voice.
Remus looked down at the child next to him, and gently brushed his raven locks away from his face. They were quite a bit late for lunch and he knew without a doubt Severus would be worried even if he tried to deny it. Gently lifting the child up in his arms, they headed to the great hall.
Just like he said he could see the relief flash through the Slytherin’s stoic eyes before his face was once again a blank mask.
“Sorry we’re late, we got caught up in stories,” he explained softly, before handing his bundle off to Severus so he could sit down and eat his lunch.
Severus nodded but didn’t answer; he was currently trying to choose what to do. Let Harry sleep or wake him up for lunch, he just decided on letting him sleep, he could always eat later. Putting a napkin on the floor he transfigured it to a small cot before laying the sleeping child on it and covering him with a blanket before turning back to his food.
He ignored the stares that were coming his way in favor of trying to finish his conversation with Albus and Minerva, who now had these silly grins on their faces of all things.
“What?” He asked irritably.
“Nothing Severus, you just are really gentle with Harry, more than I thought you would be. I do wonder why that is,” Minerva said smiling widely at him.
Severus didn’t answer he just scowled at his food, leave it to Minerva to try to ruin his reputation, it was a good thing that the children weren’t back here yet. At the moment he was still trying to figure out what the hell he was gonna do about Harry. He knew without a doubt that ignoring him or treating him mean again, wasn’t happening. First off he would never categorize himself with the Durselys ever again, not to mention why in the hell would he treat his new son that way?
Since he had still had a few more weeks to think on it he let it go, since at the moment Albus was talking about how they were gonna protect the school from Black. His hand automatically moved to brush away Harry’s locks, at just the thought of the man getting into Hogwarts. He would do everything in his power to make sure that Harry was safe. Harry rolled over in his sleep and even though he was still asleep he didn’t wanna risk it, especially since Harry did have the canny ability for finding out and snooping around things that were none of his business.
“Minerva will fill me on any plans, I don’t wanna risk the chance of Harry hearing this,” Severus said going to pick Harry up and banish the cot away.
“Severus you have to tell him,” Albus said quietly.
“And I will, just not now. He deserves to spend the rest of his summer without fear,” Severus said quietly as he looked down at the sleeping child in his arms.
“I understand completely m’boy,” Albus replied.
Severus nodded before walking out the great hall and to their quarters. |
My study partner inisted on taking a break, and I got a chance to update this week. I loved this chapter, seriously I hadnt realized how much I neglected the omo in here. I swear the story has a mind of its own sometimes. Anyways heres the update, I hope you guys like it and all, I did.
Chapter 35
Severus was nearly at their quarters when Harry started moving quite a lot in his arms. He had spent almost the entire summer with the child and he knew without a doubt when he heard the whimper what was going on.
“Harry it’s only a nightmare, wake up for me child,” he soothed as he opened the entrance to their rooms.
“Wha,” Harry mumbled as tried to bury his face in Snape’s robes.
“Wake up for me child, it was a nightmare.” Severus repeated softly.
Harry nodded trying to erase the images from his mind, he hated that dream. Coming into the magical world only proved to him that the boogey man did exist; only he was much, more evil.
“M’hungry,” Harry murmured softly.
“I would assume so, you slept through lunch,” Severus replied setting him down on a chair in the kitchen before ordering him some food.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Harry asked blinking the sleep away as he took a gulp of his pumpkin juice.
“Because you needed the nap, otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen asleep,” Severus replied before walking towards his room.
“Are you working in your lab today?” Harry asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.
“Not at the moment, we will be going into Hogsmead remember? As soon as you get done with lunch,” Severus said making sure he had the money.
“Oh yea, I’m getting new glasses,” Harry said smiling before shoving the rest of the sandwich in his mouth.
“Harry, don’t stuff, you’ll choke,” Severus admonished before shaking his head.
Severus shook his head, before banishing the mess away from the table and turning to Harry.
“Did you want to apparate to Hogsmead, floo, or walk?” He asked giving the boy the choice.
“Can we walk?” Harry asked wanting to spend as much time with Snape as possible.
“Yea we can, let’s go,” Severus said making his way for the door.
As Harry stood up he felt a nudge in his bladder but he knew that they weren’t gonna be in Hogsmead that long so he ignored it. It also helped that he was super excited about getting his new glasses that the thought was pushed even further to the back of his mind.
“Can we go to Honeydukes after?” Harry asked slipping his hand in Snape’s as they exited the castle.
“That depends if you behave yourself today,” he replied following the trail to the small town.
Harry nodded, they were only gonna go to the optometrist, what else could go wrong? The walk seemed to pass by pretty quick to him, which was probably true considering Snape took a bunch of shortcuts, and soon they were in Hogsmead. Harry’s eyes widened as he took in various stores before they stopped in front of a place. The front store window had floating eyeballs behind glasses frames. He shrugged before Snape opened the door for him to go in first.
As they entered the store, Harry stayed pressed to Snape’s side, he didn’t feel very comfortable. He nearly jumped out of his skin, when a woman appeared behind them, though Snape didn’t appear to be fazed.
Severus rolled his eyes, at the Madame’s dramatic entrance; she did it whenever he walked into the store. He was used to it, but Harry wasn’t, because he about jumped a foot in fright.
Harry wondered around the store as Snape talked to the weird lady, looking at their various frames. He found some that he liked, his favorite was this pair that changed colors depending on his mood.
“Harry come over here, so she can run a scan of your eyes,” Severus said gesturing to the boy to come back to him.
“Is it gonna hurt?” He asked eyes wide, heart already pounding in his ears as he came to stand behind Snape.
“I promise you, its painless child,” Severus said reaching for his hand to pull him forward.
Harry grabbed the hand and squeezed it tight, before allowing himself to move from the safety of Snape. Once in front opened his eyes, trying to brace himself, for the pain that Snape lied about right? He unconsciously crossed his legs as his fright seemed to make him go more, although maybe he just underestimated how bad he might’ve had to go.
Severus’s eye’s narrowed at the cross legs but chose not to say anything at that point in time.
He felt a slight tingling in his eyes before he knew it he was done; and he blinked away the tears that had sprung up for holding them open to long. He watched her curiously as she went to the back of the room.
“What’s she gonna do now?” He asked curiously.
“She going to fix you a pair of temporary glasses, then she’ll give them to you to wear so they can automatically adjust to your correct sight. After they do that, she will then have you pick out a frame and give you what the muggles call, the correct prescription.”
“Oh,” Harry replied smiling, he would finally be able to see. He bounced on his feet as he waited; he was tired of standing up.
“Do you need to use the loo Harry?” Severus asked casually.
“Nope, I’m fine,” Harry replied before he went back to looking at the frames.
Severus watched Harry with a hidden smile as the boy’s eyes were wide and open as he tried to take in everything at once. He couldn’t blame him either; he had no doubt that Harry was seeing some things for the very first time. 20 minutes later they were finally leaving the optometrist office, and Severus was heading to the robe shop to pick up his order. Making sure Harry was in his sights they entered the shop, where he headed to the counter leaving the child in a chair by the door.
Harry jiggled in the chair, now he was really feeling the effects of that juice and having not gone since the morning before his nap. He squirmed in the chair as he waited for Snape to hurry up. He stood up when the pressure in his stomach became too intense, for him to sit down. It seemed like his belt buckle was digging into his stomach, and he longed to take it off.
“Can I take my belt off?” Harry asked when Snape checked on him again.
“What for Harry?” Severus asked as he raised an eye up in confusion.
“It’s kind of hurting my stomach,” Harry replied wincing from the belt buckle digging into his bladder.
“Just loosen it for now, without the belt you know your trousers would fall straight off,” Severus replied.
Harry nodded before turning around to ‘fix’ his belt. He took that time to hold himself slightly where he was able to get a few well deserved minutes of relief. After loosening the belt he tried to patiently wait for Snape to finish. He looked towards Snape again, before glancing out the window towards Honeydukes. He sighed knowing that if he told Snape he needed the loo, they would leave Hogsmead and he wouldn’t even get a chance to visit the sweets shop.
He didn’t want that so he tried to keep his squirming and fidgeting to a minimum. Finally they left the robe shop and headed across the street to Honeydukes. Snape let him go look at the sweets and Harry’s was in the process of putting some in a treat bag before a wave of desperation suddenly hit him. He spurted once before he tapered off the flow with his hand, where he dropped his bag immediately, sweets long forgotten. Getting his bladder under control he stiffly headed over to Snape, fists clenched as he tried to keep from grabbing himself.
“I have to use the loo right now,” he said softly, trying not to march in place, when he walked up to Snape.
Severus narrowed his eyes, trying to see how desperate Harry really was. The child’s fists were tightly clenched and he had no doubt that had they been anywhere else, Harry would be holding himself quite tightly.
“How long do you think you can hold it?” He asked putting the lemon drops he was getting for Albus back on the shelf.
“I don’t know, but I gotta go now,” Harry repeated desperately, resisting the urge to squirm around like he really wanted to. They were too close to Hogwarts and he didn’t want the clerk to see him and maybe say something to someone else. He would be teased, and ridiculed for not being able to hold it.
“Let’s go then,” Severus said grabbing Harry’s hand and walking out the shop.
Harry nodded before walking stiffly next to the man as they headed back to Hogwarts.
“I’m gonna apparate us to the boundary line Harry, brace yourself,” Severus said gently grabbing Harry and disappearing with a silent pop.
Harry gasped when they appeared at the boundary line, before grabbing his crotch tightly. Tears sprung in his eyes as he tried to hold it all in, the travel having almost knocked it out of him. He gritted his teeth before looking up at Severus with pure agony on his face, trying not to cry.
“You know better than to wait until the last minute Harry,” Severus said gently, though sternly as he tried to see which ones was a further distance away from them; the castle or the trees.
Harry whimpered but didn’t say anything, knowing the man was right.
“Let’s hurry to the castle Harry,” Severus said a bit annoyed, and he was already walking towards it.
Harry moaned but followed Snape as quick as he could, which wasn’t all that fast. The apparition just made it so much worse, and he sniffled softly, trying not to cry. What seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes he made it into the entrance of the Castle. He could see a bathroom across the hall from them near the great hall, and just seeing it seemed to make him have to go a lot more. He shook his head, was that even possible? He was inching his way across the hall, trying to convince his body that he could do it, when he suddenly froze. He shook his head in denial as he felt his abused bladder start to contract and he gasped loudly, startling Snape enough to turn around.
Severus sighed softly when he turned around, knowing that there was nothing he could do for the child; for Harry had waited much too late to tell him. He shook his head wondering why Harry didn’t let him know sooner before he leaned against the wall, looking away to give Harry some privacy.
“I…I…oh…,” Harry whimpered out, as he squeezed himself tight.
His eyes were closed as he struggled against the flood in his bladder that was starting to release itself without his knowledge. Harry cried out suddenly when he felt himself involuntarily let go, and he shook his head hard as he held himself even tighter, as he jumped up and down in place to gain control.
“Harry child, just let it go. You’re hurting yourself,” Severus stated softly, when he realized that the child was of course fighting the inevitable.
“I can’t, I don’t wanna get in trouble,” he sniffled miserably.
“Regardless if you wet yourself or not, you’re still gonna be in trouble.” Severus said matter-factly, there was no use lying to the child, he knew better to hold it this long.
“Why?” Harry whimpered a bit confused, his bladder forgotten for about a second.
“Because you know you are not allowed to hold it,” Severus said softly, before walking over to him.
“But, I…I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled softly, knowing it was no use.
“I know you are child but it’s too late, in more ways than one.” Severus said quietly before gently pulling Harry’s hand away from himself.
“No stop!” Harry yelled before bending over trying to prevent the inevitable anyways.
He felt the hot tears on his face as his underwear dampened before you could hear the sound of water hitting the stone floor. He sobbed softly, with his head down as he watched his khaki shorts gets dark and wet. Harry cried harder when he felt the warm liquid run down his legs and into his socks; he felt so gross. As his stream ended he sniffled loudly the tears still flowing down his face.
“Relax child,” Severus murmured before waving his wand and scourgifying the mess away.
Harry sniffled again, but didn’t say anything. He was thoroughly humiliated, he didn’t even know if anyone else had seen him. He kept his gaze to the floor, looking at the man’s dark boots. He took his hand about to wipe his nose with his sleeve when his arm was caught.
“Wha,” He asked looking up finally, with his red face and tear streaked face, more tears already falling.
“That’s disgusting Harry, what did I say about tissues?” Severus grimaced pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket.
“M’sorry,” he hoarsely whispered, wondering what his punishment was going to be this time.
“Never mind that, blow for me child,” Severus said putting the cloth to Harry’s nose.
Harry shrugged his shoulders before blowing his nose into the cloth; he was passed humiliation at this point.
“Good boy,” Severus murmured absently before banishing the cloth, to the laundry and picking the child up.
Severus shook his head, knowing he would have to punish Harry, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t give him comfort could he? He carried the light child, all the way to their rooms. Opening the portrait he headed for Harry’s room, and looked around.
Harry stayed silent the entire time, as he lay to rest his head on Snape’s shoulder; he took note of the empty hallway and sighed. He was happy there wasn’t anyone else there to witness him disgracing himself. Though he had an accident a few days ago, he hadn’t had one in a while with Snape and he was starting to feel ashamed of himself. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his red cheeks; nor preventing them from landing on the man’s robes.
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Hi, I bet this is a surprise, I'm updating today or you can call it procrastinating. Dude you have no idea how boring it is to study for advance Calculus, I'm dyin over here, study buddy is officially annoyed with me at the moment lol. I cant be on long, but I wrote this and wanted to share, this chapter gets a bit cute and sweet at the end, so heads up.
Chapter 36
Severus sighed as he took in the child’s room; leaving Harry in here wouldn’t seem like a punishment since the boy actually liked his room. Taking the chair from the desk, he placed in it the corner away from the windows and everything else. Severus conjured a timer and placed it on the dresser by the door, setting it for 13 minutes. He didn’t want to forget him again, not that planned on doing that again, he was just being cautious.
“Harry you are to sit in this chair until the timer rings, which is when you are allowed to get up,” Severus explained setting Harry on the floor.
“Yes sir,” Harry nodded quickly before taking his palms to wipe his cheeks off. He knew he deserved this, and sighed softly before heading towards the chair.
“If you get out of the chair before the timer rings, you will get a warning the first time. All other times and I will add 5 minutes every time you do it. Do it more than twice and I will stick you to it,” Severus said quietly.
“I won’t, I’ll stay,” Harry replied honestly before taking a seat in the chair.
Severus sighed knowing Harry would of course obey, one day he hoped to break him of that. He had to learn that it was ok to make mistakes that you wouldn’t get beat for messing up.
“I’ll be in the kitchen, in the rare chance that you need the loo again, don’t hesitate to go,” Severus said gently as he walked out the room. He was feeling a bit apprehensive about this whole thing, what parent likes to discipline their kid anyway?
Harry sighed as he sat in his chair, feeling like he was 6. What was it with Snape and putting him in the corner? He smiled softly, wondering what the man’s other punishments were, before sobering. This was enough, he didn’t wanna test the man, though he said he would never hurt him like the Durselys did, people often change their mind, as the situation changes.
He looked down at his now dry pants and sighed, he didn’t mean to hold it, he just didn’t wanna leave without his sweets, which was pointless because he still didn’t have anything. Harry couldn’t wait for the week to pass by soon, he was tired of being at Hogwarts. Though he loved the castle he couldn’t wait until they got back home to the Manor, and finished their trip. He strained his neck to check the calendar by the bed, eyes widening as he saw what date it was. School started September 1st, and it was already August 15th, how did summer go by so fast? He shook his head before turning back to stare at the wall, not wanting Snape to come in here and catch him. 5 minutes later found him bored as hell, and he sighed promising himself not to be stupid again.
Severus was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea; he was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t being hard on Harry. Sighing softly he looked over his potions book, trying to remember the potion that would help Harry immensely. He knew it wasn’t going to be like this huge fix, but it would allow him to hold it like he could before he stretched it. He poured over the book intently forgetting about the time, as he searched for the potions.
Harry jumped when the timer went off, and he ran over to turn it off. As he stretched he smiled softly, that wasn’t so bad; at least now he wasn’t in trouble anymore. He headed out to the kitchen to see if Snape was still there.
Severus looked up when Harry appeared in the kitchen suddenly and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
“The timer went off, and you said I could get up when it did?” Harry said though it sounded more like a question as he took in Snape’s expression.
“Of course Harry,” Severus replied neutrally, before marking the page in his book.
“What do I do now?” Harry asked coming to stand next to him.
Severus didn’t answer he instead stood up and led Harry to the fireplace. Grabbing the canister of floo powder, he opened it before turning to the child.
“I thought about it, and it would do you good to see the Weasleys today.”
“Really, but aren’t I in trouble?” Harry asked eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Not anymore, you were already disciplined my child. Do you have everything you want to take with you over there?” Severus asked.
“Can I bring my Nimbus?” Harry asked softly, knowing Ron and his brothers would probably want to play a small game of Quidditch.
“You may, go get it, so I can shrink it.”
Harry ran to his room, to grab the broom from his closet before doubling back into the sitting room. He handed it to Snape and watched him shrink it before putting it into his robe pocket. Harry walked over to him knowing what to do already.
“Your 13 now Harry, did you want to try to floo alone?” Severus asked holding the can out for him.
Harry shook his head from side to side quickly, was this the man’s way of saying that he was too big to floo with him now? He was the same size as he was when he was 12; only difference was he gained liked 5 pounds, not much different.
“No, I don’t, I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly still shaking his head in the negative. Call him childish but there was still that horrified feeling he got when he thought of flooing alone again. He couldn’t help but think about what could have happened had Hagrid not seen him in Knockturn Alley.
“That’s alright child, you can floo alone when you’re ready,” Severus said gesturing for him to come closer.
Harry happily walked over to the man and hugged him close, being careful to close his eyes as he dropped the powder. They disappeared in the flames and Harry would have fallen had he not had such a tight grip on Snape. He smiled and said hello to Mrs. Weasely before turning back to Snape who was getting ready to leave.
“I will be back for you, sometime after dinner alright?” Severus said gently.
“Ok I’ll see you then.” Harry replied smiling as he was handed his tiny broom.
“Bye Harry,” Severus said heading back into the fireplace.
“Wait,” Harry said before running towards him.
“What is it child?” Severus asked quirking and eyebrow up in question.
“I just wanted to tell you something,” Harry said softly looking at the ground.
“What is it?” Severus asked lifting his chin so he could see his eyes.
“I love you,” Harry whispered blushing slightly at his admisson.
Severus was a bit shocked he hadn’t expected to hear those words, not at this point in time; or ever if he was being honest. He cleared his throat quietly, as his emotions seemed to run wild by those three little words.
“Love you to my child,” he murmured thickly before kissing the top of the messy raven headed hair. “Be good,” was all Severus said before flooing back to Hogwarts.
Harry grinned wide, he never expected Snape to say it back to him. He was so lost in his happy thoughts he didn’t notice Molly dabbing her eyes with her apron, having witnessed the whole thing. He walked out the room and headed to Ron’s room to let him know that he was here. |
I split this into two parts, otherwise this would have been long. Hope you guys like it and all, enjoy. I'll probably update 2-3 times a week from now on.
Chapter 37
Severus landed in his quarters smoothly and wiped his eyes, blaming the wetness on the soot, even though none had landed on him. He shook his head, not really believing it that Harry loved him. Harry loved him, the greasy bat of the dungeons, and in the privacy of his quarters he allowed a small smile to grace his face. He couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that seemed to settle in his stomach and in his chest for that matter, having Harry declare something he never even thought possible really did throw him for a loop. He sat on the sofa before summoning a house elf for tea, his urgent need to get back to his potions and lesson plans took a back seat as he pondered about this new development.
Severus knew that Harry thought of him as a father, and he thought of the raven haired boy as his child, but he never thought that love would enter the picture. He kept going back to the way Harry shyly said it to him, as if Severus was going to reject him or something. Severus shook his head, before slowly heading out his rooms, intending to pay Albus a visit. He didn’t know if this new situation was for the better or no, since it didn’t seem he was just living for himself now, but for Harry too. Maybe Albus would be also be able to explain, just what he was going to do about his role in the war.
Harry raced up the stairs to Ron’s room, and busted through the door without even bothering to knock. He laughed out loud as his mate shrieked once before burying something under his pillow.
“Ron what are you doing?” Harry asked leaning on his desk.
“Blimey Harry, didn’t anyone ever teach you how to knock?” Ron asked with his hand over his thumping heart.
“Nope,” Harry replied cheekily before coming to sit on the desk chair.
“I’m glad you’re here Harry, but what are you doing here mate?” Ron asked, he wasn’t expecting to see him today, but he welcomed him nonetheless.
“Didn’t your mum tell you? Snape said I’ll be spending the week with you, because he has work to do at Hogwarts.” Harry said smiling brightly.
“No she didn’t, but we’re gonna have so much fun,” Ron said grinning, already thinking of what they could do.
“I know. Hey Ron did you wanna go flying?” Harry asked softly.
“Yea, let’s go see if Ginny and the twins wanna come too,” Ron said excitedly as they walked down the hall.
Harry couldn’t stop grinning; even Percy decided he wanted to play. Harry was of course playing seeker, but so was Ginny and he tried to be serious but couldn’t. She looked so tiny, but so determined on her broom. While he was thinking of going easy on her, she must have known because she smirked at him before shaking her head. As everyone started to mount their brooms, Harry took his tiny one out of his pocket and blushed brightly.
“Harry why aren’t you on your broom?” Ron called a few feet in the air away from him.
“Snape forgot to unshrink it, so I don’t think I can play.” He replied looking at his small broom in disbelief.
“Blimey Harry, mum can help,” Ron replied ignoring the snickers he heard behind him as he touched down on the ground. He grabbed Harry’s arm before running back into the house.
As Harry watched Molly unshrink it, he felt a bit stupid; of course she could use magic, she was a witch was she not? Before he could get too embarrassed Ron grabbed him again and they headed back outside to the pitch. They played a long time out there in the pitch, ignoring the darkness of the sky in favor of the game. The game only ended when Mrs. Weasley came outside to tell them that dinner was ready, which made everyone immediately aware of their now growling stomachs; though in Harry’s case his uncomfortable bladder.
Harry and the Weasleys headed towards the house, Molly threw a few cleaning charms at them before telling them to wash their hands. It was a tight fit into the small bathroom off the kitchen and Harry squirmed as he glanced at the toilet. He couldn’t go with everyone in there though, and just as he was planning on staying back Fred grabbed him and steered him to the table. He sat down dejectedly, and waited for everyone to be seated.
Harry wiggled in his chair slightly before giving his crotch a squeeze. If Snape was here, he would have his head, for holding it in yet again today. Finally they all began eating, with Harry moving around in his seat almost constantly now, though nobody paid any attention because they chocked it up to excitement. Harry was grateful when dinner was finally over, and while he needed to use the loo badly, he didn’t know if he was allowed to leave the table just yet.
He waited until Ron had finished before standing up with him, as he was dancing from foot to foot, to tell his mate about him needing the loo, they heard the floo flare. Harry groaned as everyone turned to see who it was before smiling widely as he realized it was Snape.
“Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow Ron,” Harry said before quickly making his way to Snape.
“Hi Harry, did you have a good time?” Severus asked.
“I did I had a blast, I can’t wait until I come back tomorrow,” Harry replied shifting his weight from foot to foot as his bladder sloshed about.
“That’s good, where’s your broom?” Severus asked glancing around.
“I left it outside; can I just leave it here since I’ll be coming back anyways?” Harry asked tightly, wanting to hurry up and leave already.
“You may, say goodbye to Molly and Arthur and don’t forget to thank them for having you,” Severus replied quietly.
“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for having me, I had a really good time.” Harry said politely before turning back to Snape with a grimace.
“Are you ok Harry?” Severus asked taking in his tense stance.
“I’m fine; can we go home now please?” Harry asked trying not to bounce in place.
“Of course, Arthur, Molly,” Severus said nodding his head slightly before he flooed away with Harry. |
Heres the rest of that chapter, thanks for all the kind things it makes me feel good, which I need. On to the story.
Chapter 38
The minute they landed in their quarters, Harry tried to pry Snape’s fingers from his shoulder; he wasn’t trying to have another accident today. He was grateful once again for the man helping him stay on his feet, but right now he needed him to let go.
“Harry calm down child, relax, “Severus said softly, turning the child so he could peer into his face.
“I am,” Harry murmured trying to tense his muscles to hold it all in.
“Harry are you alright child?” Severus asked worriedly.
“Lemme go daddy please,” he whimpered, as he bent over at the waist, his hand starting to gravitate towards his crotch.
Severus nodded before releasing his hold on the child, who immediately took off from the sitting room. He stood there in confusion for a second before quickly following after him.
Harry felt like he was gonna lose it; the minute Snape let him go he took off for the toilet. His hand was buried into his crotch as he ran the short distance to it. Bursting through the door, and turning on the light he made a desperate dash for the loo. Harry shed his robe quickly as he danced in front of the toilet. He whimpered as he struggled frantically with the belt on his trousers, that didn’t wanna come off for him. He felt the tears well into his eyes thinking that he was gonna wet right in front of the toilet.
After a few more agonizing seconds of struggling, he got his belt off and broke the button on his trousers from trying to take them off quickly. Pushing his trousers down and out of the way, he hurriedly lifted the seat up before pulling down his boxers. He moaned in relief as his stream forcefully hit the toilet water. He sighed loudly as he steadied himself with one hand holding onto the counter. He didn’t think he was gonna make it, if he was being honest with himself.
“Harry are you gonna be ill?” Severus asked before he poked his head into the open door.
“No I’m fine Professor,” Harry mumbled tiredly as he continued going.
“Why didn’t you just say you needed the loo? Or use it at the Weasleys for that matter?” Severus asked narrowing his eyes.
“I was trying to, but the first time everyone was in there together. Then I was gonna go after dinner, but you came,” Harry said softly, hoping he wasn’t gonna get into trouble again.”
Severus nodded, though he still wasn’t please, the boy was still going which meant he had to have been holding it in for a while.
“What did I tell you about holding it in for so long? Didn’t you just get in trouble today for that Harry?”
“But I didn’t hold it that long. When we stopped playing Quidditch I realized I had to go,” Harry explained as his stream slowed down.
Severus didn’t say anything to that, already knowing that Harry must have been distracted from the game.
“Good job on making it though. When you get done in here, I want you to get your pajamas and things and come back here, you need a bath.” Severus stated kindly.
“Kay,” Harry replied, not actually minding. He was a little sore from playing Quidditch that long and he wanted to relax in the bath.
Harry finished up and flushed as he pulled up his boxers, before deciding on just stepping out of his trousers. He grabbed his clothes, and was about to walk to his room when he was blocked by Snape.
“Hands Harry,” was all Snape said.
“What?” He asked a bit confused.
“You didn’t wash your hands child,” Severus replied.
“Oh,” Harry mumbled as he blushed brightly before placing his clothes on the counter to wash his hands.
Severus moved over towards the tub to run a bath for Harry. Since the child had already eaten, he only had to wash and get ready for bed. He placed the bubble bath in the tub after making sure the water temperature wasn’t too hot. Grabbing the toys under the sink, he gently tossed them in the water. By the time Harry came back in the tub was full.
Harry placed his pajamas on the counter and took off his shirt, as he yawned slightly.
“I’ll be in the sitting room, if you need me for anything don’t be afraid to yell. Also don’t forget to wash your hair Harry,” Severus replied as he started walking out the door.
Harry nodded as he rubbed his eyes tiredly before taking off his boxers and stepping into the tub. He smiled as he looked at his toys in the water, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest. Harry wanted to play with them, but he was so tired at the moment, and just decided to lay there for a second. He soaked for a few minutes until it felt like he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Blinking rapidly he reached for his wash cloth to get cleaned up, so he could hurry up and go to bed. As he lathered the towel with soap he found himself drifting off to sleep in the tub.
Severus was in the kitchen reading the paper with his cup of evening tea; he shook his head at some of the nonsense that people actually seemed to believe. He sighed softly as he took note of the picture of Black on the paper, Albus was right he would have to tell Harry before he came back to school at the latest. He would have to talk to Molly and Arthur to make sure that none of their children said anything about it to Harry. After about 10 minutes of reading it Severus glanced down the hall, he hadn’t heard any noise from the bathroom in a while, which was strange as Harry was one who tended to play in the water. Severus couldn’t blame him the child who never had the chance when he was smaller; it was only reasonable that he did it now.
He smiled softly as he entered the loo, to find Harry asleep in the tub, and he shook his head before bending down in front of the tub. He vaguely wondered if he should put a monitoring charm around the bathroom when Harry was in it. It wouldn’t do for him to fall asleep and accidently slip under water. What if he didn’t reach him in time? Snape shook the horrible thought out of his mind, before nodding he was definitely going to apply the charm as soon as possible.
“Harry wake up for me child, did you wash yet?” Severus asked softly, trying to prod the child awake.
“M’tired,” he whimpered sleepily.
“I know you are child, did you wash though?” He asked again.
“No,” Harry mumbled before his breathing quickly evened out once again.
Severus quirked an eyebrow, guess the Quidditch game tired him out more then he thought it would. He grabbed the wash cloth and gave the boy a bath, deciding that he could wash his hair tomorrow. Severus wrapped him up in a towel when he finished as he let the water out of the tub, before grabbing his clothes and heading swiftly towards Harry’s room. After dressing the child he pulled back his blankets and laid him down, before tucking him into bed.
“Goodnight my child,” he said softly before kissing his forehead.
Severus turned out the light and closed the door halfway before going to clean up the loo. He casted the charm around the loo, not wanting to take any chances in the future, before shaking his head again; the boy was making him soft. As he finished cleaning up he couldn’t help but that think, that Harry was changing so much about him that he didn’t even think was possible. He nodded to himself as he thought about the beginning of the summer and how much he put up a fight to not have Harry come with him. Who knew that Albus would come to be right once again, it’s like they both needed this arrangement.
Keeping the light on he headed towards his study to work on his lesson plans trying to figure out how was he was going to tell Harry about Black; and how he was going to treat him this upcoming year. Hopefully he would be able to explain his position to where Harry could understand it, he couldn’t treat him like he did before, but at the same time he valued his life. And the minute his Slytherins reported to their parents about how he wasn’t treating the golden boy with hate, his cover was at risk; and he could never allow that. For one the order needed a spy, but the most important reason was that Harry needed his father; and Severus knew that he couldn’t afford to lose another one. |
Heres the next chapter, and um hope you guys like it, like always. Its a bit short and for that I apologize, the next one will be longer. Um thanks for Reviewing and stuff.
Chapter 39
Harry woke up the next morning to a slightly full bladder, and he moaned trying to ignore it. He rolled over in his bed, and buried his head under his pillow and tried to sleep some more. He shifted in his wet pull up as he closed his eyes again, and tried to melt in his bed. He stilled for a second as he tried to remember how exactly he got into his bed, the last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the tub. He felt his face burned at that thought before being jolted back into reality by his bladder making its self known.
He rolled out of bed making sure to slip on his socks from where Snape had thoughtfully placed them dresser; before sleepily making his way down the hall to the loo. As he twisted the knob, he was surprised to find it locked, before realizing that the shower was running. He hated after holding it for so long, his bladder tended to be weaker than it already was, and just the fact that he couldn’t relieve himself was making him have to go a lot worse. Not trying to get in trouble so early on Harry knocked on the door.
“Yes,” Severus called out.
“Uh, I just wanted to know, how long you were um going to be in there.” Harry stammered out. Though he knew Snape would never deny him this right, he couldn’t help the apprehension that he felt whenever he asked for the loo.
“I should be out in about 15 minutes Harry,” Severus said letting the hot water relax the tension in his shoulders.
“I can’t wait that long,” Harry murmured not even sure Snape had heard him.
“If you need a wee Harry, just come in,” Severus replied forgetting that he had locked the door out of habit.
Harry smiled slightly before trying the door only to find it still locked and he shifted once more in his wet underwear.
“I can’t, it’s locked,” Harry replied wiggling the knob again for good measure.
Severus sighed; he now knew exactly what Molly meant when she said once you have children your privacy becomes rare, or non-existent. He grabbed his wand from his holder in the shower and unlocked the door before returning to his shower.
Harry heard the lock click and he opened it up automatically, he nearly choked on the steam; the loo was so hot. Not wanting to be in the hot room anymore then he had too, he quickly took care of business and washed his hands before leaving out. He knew better not to flush from experience with the Durselys; he didn’t wanna burn or freeze Snape. Walking back to his room, he smiled he would have the whole day to spend with the Weasleys. Although he was sad that he couldn’t hang out with Snape like they usually did, he wanted to know the types of things his mate and his family did during the day. Surely they didn’t just play Quidditch all the time, did they?
Cleaning up and changing into some regular underwear Harry got dressed before making his way to the kitchen. He could hear the shower still going and he wanted to do something nice for Snape; especially after all the man had done for him. Going to the kitchen he pulled out the items for pancakes before grabbing the bacon from the freezer and eggs from the fridge before getting to work.
Harry was just finishing up the eggs when Snape walked into the kitchen and stared at him. He blushed under the gaze he could feel, but he focused on making sure each plate got the right amount. Putting the pan in the sink he turned around and grabbed the plates before setting them on the table. Snape said nothing as he grabbed the silverware and juice and set them down, before placing the man’s coffee at his place. Harry sat down, hoping Snape appreciated his work, even if it was easy.
“What brought this on?” Severus asked curiously as he cut his pancakes up.
“I wanted to do something nice for you, especially all you’ve done for me,” Harry replied looking up from his fringe.
“Thank you for the breakfast Harry, but you didn’t have to do that for me. I take care of you because I want to child,” Severus explained taking a drink of his coffee.
“I know that, and I cooked breakfast for you because I wanted too,” Harry replied softly before turning to his plate.
Severus nodded but otherwise said nothing, Harry’s pancakes were delicious, and it saddened him to think of where he learned how to cook. What 13 year old boy could cook a full breakfast meal did he know of? He couldn’t think of anyone at least no magical ones, and he had no doubt in his mind that Harry also could cook dinner if he was asked too. Damn Durselys, he needed to find out just exactly what Albus did, because he was still feeling unjustified on behalf of Harry.
Harry smiled to himself when Snape didn’t have anything to say to that, as he drank his juice he still wondered what they were gonna do at the Weasleys.
“When am I going to the Weasleys?” Harry asked curiously.
“As soon as you get done with breakfast child, make sure you have everything you want to take over there ready before we go.” Severus replied opening up the paper.
“When are you gonna come get me?” Harry asked softly.
“I was thinking just before dinner, so we could have a bit more time together. But I can come later if you prefer?” Severus asked raising an eyebrow in question.
“No that’s ok, I wanna eat dinner with just us,” Harry replied, he had missed the silence at the table yesterday. Though he loved the Weasleys he could barely hear himself think at their dinner table.
“Alright that’s fine, make sure you behave yourself. There is to be no fighting no matter what happens,” Severus said sternly.
“Yes sir, I remember,” Harry replied blushing slightly in remembrance.
“Good then I don’t expect you to forget that rule then. Make sure you tell someone that you need the loo Harry, and don’t wait until it’s urgent. They will not make you wait or hold it in, do you understand me?” Severus said looking at Harry closely, knowing this was the most important rule of all.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied though inside he was shaking his head, saying hell no. There was no way in the world he was telling the Weasleys that he had to go, he knew where one bathroom was, and he could just sneak away right?
Edited March 6, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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The chapter ran away from me, so its a fairly long one. I wasnt in the mood to split it up. Thanks for the reviews and stuff I appreciate them I cant say that enough. This was a cute chapter to write, which was probably why it got a bit out a hand, anyways on to the story.
Chapter 40
Severus had packed a day bag for Harry, not at all sure how to go about this. A part of him wanted to cancel the whole thing; he didn’t want the child to leave. But he knew that both of them needed a break from each other, not to mention Harry needed time with his friends, so Severus could get his lesson plans ready for the upcoming school year. As much as he didn’t want to do it Severus knew that it was of a course a necessity, besides Harry would be back that night.
Harry stood by the floo with his backpack on, he was waiting for Snape so they could floo to the Burrow. He was excited, although he didn’t know what he was going to do there. Surely Ron didn’t play Quidditch all the time right?
“Did you want to try to floo by yourself now Harry?” Severus asked gently. The child was 13 and though he didn’t look it, he wanted him to have a bit more independence then he did now.
“No thank you,” Harry replied softly before reaching for the canister and holding it out to Snape.
Severus sighed softly before grabbing the floo and the child before stepping into the fireplace. Once he was sure the child was ready, they flooed to the Burrow. Severus landed smoothly into the sitting room, where Molly was apparently waiting for them. He let go of Harry and gently ruffled his hair before looking at him.
“Behave yourself Harry, and remember what I said,” he said pointedly.
“I will, don’t forget to pick me up,” Harry said softly a bit insecure about being left here.
“I won’t child,” Severus said before turning around and flooing back to Hogwarts.
Harry watched Snape floo away with a sigh before turning around to look at Mrs. Weasley.
“Harry dear, you can go right up to Ron’s room. He’s waiting for you,” she replied reaching for his pack.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley,” he replied before handing her the bag and walking up the stairs.
The day actually went smoothly and Harry found himself more and more entranced with magic. Though Snape used magic at home, he also did some things the muggle way. Here in the Weasely house they did everything magical. Instead of walking across the room to get a book they accioed it, he loved every minute of it. They day seemed to go on by quickly and sooner rather than later it was time for Harry to go.
Knowing he was going to be back tomorrow neither he nor Ron had a hard time saying goodbye. He was shifting subtly as he waited by the floo; he had been able to sneak away to use the loo once today, but only when Ron and Ginny went to ask the twins something. Now of course he needed to go again, but he could wait since Snape was due any minute. Just as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the fireplace flared and out he came.
“Hello Severus, I wasn’t expecting you to floo back. I assumed Harry would floo home by himself,” she said questioningly.
Harry for his part blushed before glaring at the ground; he didn’t particularly care to hear what Snape’s answer to that would be. He felt like such a little kid for not being able to floo alone. Tomorrow he would just suck it up and do it, not matter what. With that resolve in mind he walked over to his teacher.
“I’m ready,” he said softly as he picked up his bag.
“Did you have a good time?” Severus asked.
“I did, and guess what Mrs. Weasley said that Bill and Charlie are both coming home tomorrow and I get to meet them.” Harry said excitedly.
“Will that be a problem Molly? I don’t want to inconvenience you,” Severus said looking back at her. He didn’t want to disturb their family time, knowing they probably hadn’t seen the older boys in a while.
“Of course not Severus, I love Harry dear, and you. Not to mention the boys are so excited to hear some of their stories. Speaking of which would it be ok if Harry stayed the night tomorrow?” She asked.
Severus opened his mouth to approve that idea before he saw Harry looking at him with wide eyes. He was confused for a moment before remembering just what happened at night with Harry.
“We’ll talk over it tonight at dinner and he’ll tell you when he gets here tomorrow. Does that seem fair Molly?” Severus said gently.
“Of course dear, don’t let me keep you both from supper. Your both skin and bones,” she chided teasingly, though her words did have merit.
“Thank you Molly, see you tomorrow,” Severus said grabbing Harry’s bag and walking towards the fireplace.
Harry followed quickly and forced himself to stand still as Snape took out some powder. He sighed in relief as they finally disappeared in the fire. Not wanting to draw attention to himself he grabbed his pack and headed to his room. He didn’t want Snape to get suspicious if he ran right to the loo so he made himself wait until he was called for dinner, which was thankfully only 10 minutes or so. As he sat down he squirmed in his chair slightly before, turning an apologetic glance in Snape’s direction.
“I forgot to wash my hands,” he mumbled, but he knew Snape would hear him.
“I’ll wait for you Harry, go wash up now,” Severus said placing his fork down.
Harry nodded and walked as fast as he could to the toilet. Closing the door behind him he quickly took care of business before washing his hand. Now that his bladder was empty his stomach was letting him know that it was empty. He nearly ran back to the table, as his stomach growled again.
“Eat slowly Harry, I don’t want you choking or making yourself sick,” Severus said warningly.
“Yes sir I will,” he replied taking a bite of his mashed potatoes.
After dinner found Harry playing with his game boy he was excited about meeting Ron’s older brother tomorrow, and hearing their wicked stories. He had almost forgotten that he was invited to spend the night until Snape called him into the lounge.
“Have a seat Harry,” Severus said pulling out the tea set.
Harry sat down and reached for a biscuit on the tray while Snape served the tea, wondering what this was about.
“Do you want to spend the night with the Weasleys tomorrow?” Severus asked keeping an eye on Harry’s face. He knew that the boy hated asking for things, and he wouldn’t deny this if he really did want to do it.
“I do but…what about…?” Harry trailed off and blushed he didn’t want his mate or his mate’s mom to find out about his bedwetting.
“The bedwetting, if you wear your underwear like you’re supposed to no one will know.” Severus explained gently.
Harry chewed his lip for a moment as he thought about it, he had never been on a sleepover before and he really wanted to. A part of him was scared though since this would technically be his first time. Staying in his dorm in Gryffindor tower didn’t count.
“What if I need to go in the middle of the night?” Harry asked softly, tracing circles in the couch.
“Just like you do here, I want you to get up and go.” Severus said.
“What if they don’t have a light and it’s too dark for me to see?” Harry asked fearfully.
“I will let Molly know that little detail,” Severus replied smoothly.
“But not about me wetting the bed right?” Harry said wanting to clarify it.
“That’s right Harry,” he replied.
“Ok, then…I wanna go,” Harry said at last.
“Good choice,” Severus answered. Now he could work on Harry’s potion and his owns without having to worry about the child getting into mischief for him not being around.
Harry still had a bit of apprehension but he was also excited about this whole thing and he couldn’t prevent the smile that lit up his face. He didn’t know what kinds of things went on but that didn’t even matter to him at this point.
“What are you taking tonight; a bath or a shower?” Severus asked as he gathered the tea items.
“A bath,” Harry said shyly. At the Durselys he never had that luxury only able to take lukewarm borderline cold showers. He loved baths, and the toys that Snape got for him.
“Alright go get your stuff I’ll go start your bath. Wash your hair tonight Harry,” Severus called as he headed to the loo.
Harry was finished with his bath and was reaching for his towel to get out when he slipped and banged his shin. Tears welled into his eyes, and he was unable to prevent the next few words from slipping out his mouth.
“Oh fuck that hurt,” he swore loudly, unaware of how loud he actually was, until Snape appeared in the doorway.
“I’m sorry Harry I think I heard wrong. What did you just say?” Severus asked quietly, dark gaze staring intently into Harry’s emerald ones.
Harry for his part was looking like a deer caught in headlights, he grimaced. He had not meant for Snape to overhear him, maybe he could play it off? He was never a good liar in the best of times, and it had been a while since that dark gaze was looking at him that way.
“I’m waiting Mr. Potter,” Severus said crossing his arms.
And now he was back to Mr. Potter, he was in so much trouble. He quickly decided to answer not wanting to get into more trouble.
“I…I said…uh…oh…’” Harry trailed off was the man expecting him to say it again?
“That’s what I thought you said. Get dressed, we’re gonna have a little chat about that word.” Severus said walking back towards the sitting room.
Harry swallowed audibly as he dried off and quickly got dressed into his pajamas. He wanted to take the longest time possible, but he knew Snape wouldn’t stand for that. Would he have to sit or stand in the corner again? He was a bit nervous because he didn’t know what the man was going to do to him. Squaring his shoulders he walked out and headed for the sitting room. He sat in the chair across from Snape trying to control his breathing.
“Your 13 Mr. Potter are you not?” Severus started casually.
“Yes sir,” Harry answered softly.
“With that in mind, do you think you should be allowed to swear?” Severus said sitting back and waiting for his answer.
“No sir, it slipped out,” Harry said trying to explain his actions.
“Did it, that would mean that you have said it before, wouldn’t it?” He asked.
“Yes sir,” Harry said barely audible, he had made it worse.
“No son of mine will use vulgar language; do you hear me Mr. Potter?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir,” Harry said quietly.
“You aren’t yet, but you will be.” Severus said standing up and walking to the toilet.
Harry didn’t like that ominous saying and he sat there wondering what Snape was going to get, and how that would make him sorry. He was relieved to know that the man wouldn’t hurt him like the Durselys but that didn’t help him calm down any.
Once in the loo Severus conjured up the soap that his mother was so fond of when she was alive. While it seemed to have the most delectable smell it also had the most repulsive taste. His mother did the same thing to him, what he was about to do to Harry. And though he still swore as kids did, he was very careful not to do it when she was near, or had a chance of overhearing. With that thought in mind he walked back to the sitting room where Harry was patiently waiting.
“Do you know what this is Mr. Potter?” He said retaking his seat.
“A bar of soap,” Harry said, though confusion was clear in his voice.
“That it is Mr. Potter, and it’s used to clean dirty things,” Severus said conversationally as he waited for Harry to catch on.
And catch on he did, Harry’s eyes widened even more as he looked from Snape to the bar of soap and back. His mouth closed automatically before covering it with one hand, shaking his head from side to side in denial.
“This is what happens to little boys who swear, you will do well to remember this next time; won’t you Mr. Potter?” Severus said crooking his finger for Harry to come closer.
“Yes sir I’ll remember,” Harry said before quickly closing his mouth. He looked down at the floor, pretending he didn’t see Snape gesturing to him.
“Come here Mr. Potter,” Severus said offhandedly, though Harry knew it was anything but.
“What…what if I don’t want to?” Harry whispered out.
“Then that sleepover with the Weasleys as well as the day visit isn’t going to happen.” Severus replied shrugging his shoulder. Harry was going to be punished either way; if it was him he would take the soap since it wouldn’t last so long.
Harry frowned before standing up and dragging his feet towards Snape. He stood in front of him still holding his hand over his mouth.
“Open your mouth Harry,” Severus said indifferently.
“I’m sorry Dad but please don’t make me,” Harry said opening his eyes innocently wide, hoping it would work like usual.
“Not this time child,” Severus said staying strong, Harry had to learn.
Harry whimpered and frowned, but he didn’t want to miss his very first sleepover, and this really wasn’t that all bad. He could just imagine what Uncle Vernon would do if he had caught him swearing, if Dudley’s punishment was anything to go by, which was saying something because he never got punished. Harry dropped his hand and slowly opened his mouth.
“Good boy Harry, this will stay in your mouth for 5 minutes. Don’t touch it, and don’t take it out, or the time will be added. Go sit in the chair by the wall,” Severus said gently putting the bar of soap in Harry’s mouth, before grabbing the timer.
Harry sat in the chair facing the wall trying not to let the soap touch his tongue, which was pointless as it did anyways. His mouth watered this was so disgusting, he just wanted to spit. He shook his head turning once to see how long it had been and nearly cried when he saw that only 30 seconds had passed. This really sucked.
Severus hated doing this but it did need to be done. He headed back to the loo, knowing that Harry would obey and he quickly cleaned up everything before going back into the sitting room.
“You have 2 minutes left child,” he said before going into the kitchen.
Harry shook his head, this soap was beyond disgusting; it was vile. How could it smell so good, but taste like this? It was so gross, and his saliva was mixed in, he would never swear again, it just wasn’t worth it. He bounced around in his chair wishing his time was over already, but since he hadn’t heard the timer he knew it wasn’t just yet. Snape walked passed his again, and he looked at him pleadingly but the man didn’t cave and he sighed.
“Only 1 minute left child,” Severus said in passing as he cleaned up the sitting room.
Harry wiggled around even more; this was feeling like the longest minute of his life. He wanted to rinse his mouth out now and be done with it. Just when it felt like he couldn’t do it the timer went off and he sighed in relief.
“Keep the soap in your mouth Harry, and come with me,” Severus said walking towards the toilet.
Harry jumped up and quickly followed going to stand in front of the sink as he looked up at the man.
Severus grabbed the soap and gently pulled it out of Harry’s mouth before banishing it, hoping that he wouldn't have to use that again.
“You may rinse 3 times Harry,” Severus said turning on the water. Knowing that rinsing 3 times allowed the soap taste to linger a bit, so he wouldn’t forget it. It would of course be gone by morning.
Harry gratefully spit, as he cupped his hands before just putting his mouth under the tap. It felt so good to rinse that nasty taste out of his mouth. He rinsed 3 times, and although the soap taste wasn’t as strong, it was still there and he frowned.
“I can still taste it,” he said trying not to whine.
“I know, that’s the whole point. It’s so you don’t forget the taste,” Severus said gently.
“I won’t forget it ever, its nasty daddy. Please can I rinse again?” Harry asked.
“I’m sorry Harry you can’t; it’s time for bed now.” Severus said gesturing for Harry to leave the loo.
Harry sighed but otherwise said nothing as they walked to his room; he contemplated going to use the loo, but since he had did that before his bath he didn’t even have to go. He did not want to get caught rinsing his mouth. As he pulled back the covers he caught a glimpse at the clock, it was only 8:00pm, and he had a whole hour and a half left.
“It’s not even 9:30 yet,” Harry said shaking his head.
“You are going to bed early today,” Severus said picking a book from the shelf.
“Why?” Harry asked in confusion.
“Soap treatment and early bedtime, they go hand in hand,” Severus explained motioning for Harry to get into bed.
Harry sighed softly but otherwise said nothing, as Snape handed him his book, at least the man was allowing him to still read.
“You can read for 15 minutes tonight and that’s it,” he said starting for the door.
Harry frowned he spoke to soon, all this for a swear word. He wondered what Snape would do if he were to curse Malfoy or something.
“I’m sorry I was bad,” Harry said quietly.
“I know you are I’m sorry I had to punish you,” Severus replied.
“Can you read to me?” Harry asked almost inaudibly he was almost sure the man hadn’t heard him.
“Of course Harry,” Severus replied, picking up Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Harry smiled as Snape read, and found he was drifting off to sleep much quicker then he thought he would. The pleasant tones of his father’s voice, encircled around him making him feel safe and protected and he slept deeply and peacefully.
Edited March 10, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I know the past 2-3 chapters have been without omo but it is coming back, in the next couple of chapters after this one. I didnt want it to seem like I was repeating an omo scene from earlier so I used his visit to the Weasleys as a way to play around with the desperation and such. Anyways thanks you guys for being so patient and the next update will be in about 2 days.
Chapter 41
Harry woke up to find that the taste of soap was gone from his mouth, and he was glad that everything was forgiven. He had never had anyone to read to him before Snape and although he could read just fine, it made him feel quite loved when the man did it. Rushing to the bathroom to do his morning duties, he couldn’t wait until he got to Ron’s house.
While Harry was excited, the next morning had Severus double checking to make sure that Harry had everything packed inside his bag. He put an extra goodnight in his bag just in case before grabbing Harry’s stuffed dog and packing it as well. Though he wanted Harry to have a sense of independence he was still a bit nervous himself about letting the child go. He placed the bag by the fireplace as they went to have breakfast, he could see that Harry was excited and for that he was glad. Breakfast finished quickly and soon enough it was time for Harry to go to the Weasleys. Severus put the bag on his shoulder and grabbed the floo powder only to find Harry frowning at the ground.
“Come on Harry, let’s go,” He said a bit confused.
“Can…can I floo by myself?” Harry asked softly, inside his heart was pounding and his palms were slick with sweat
Severus raised an eyebrow in question wasn’t it just yesterday when Harry was scared at the thought of flooing alone. What exactly changed?
“Do you want too?” He asked watching his reaction closely.
Harry was unable to stop the shaking of his head in the negative. He wasn’t ready to go alone, but he had to be brave. He had to summon up that Gryffindor courage he didn’t want anyone to make fun of him.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Severus asked walking towards him.
“I’m 13, I’m supposed to be able to floo alone,” he replied blinking away the sudden tears.
“You did floo alone, and you ended up in an awful place. Harry it’s ok to be scared, you can floo alone when you’re ready, not when you think you should be.” Severus explained gently.
“What if they make fun of me for being a baby?” Harry asked pulling his arm across his face.
“Then they shall have to answer to me,” Severus said evenly, pulling out his handkerchief and handing it to Harry.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he wiped his face, everyone was afraid of Snape. He wasn’t anymore but everyone else still was. He was glad that he was there to protect him.
“What if…” But Harry’s question was interrupted.
“No more what ifs Harry, I promise you nothing is going to happen child.” Severus cut in gently, but firmly.
Harry wanted to ask one more. What if he needed Snape in the night? What was he supposed to do then? He was starting to have his doubts, but he didn’t want Snape to think his new son was a coward so he kept those feelings to himself.
“Are you ready now?” Severus asked a bit impatiently as he walked back into the fireplace.
“I need the loo first,” Harry replied stalling a bit about as he turned back to go.
“Just use it there child,” Severus said trying to keep the exasperation out of his tone.
“But I gotta go now,” Harry answered bouncing slightly.
“Harry it only takes about a minute to floo, you can use the toilet when we get there.” Severus said calmly though he was anything but.
“I can’t wait,” Harry said holding his crotch for emphasis.
“Harry I’m sure you can wait, now stop stalling and let’s go.” Severus said with more patience then he actually felt. He knew that Harry was probably a bit nervous and scared if his questions were anything to go by. Severus sighed, not liking this tactic in the slightest.
“Dad I’m gonna wet my trousers,” Harry said suddenly before freezing in place for a moment.
“Go to the loo then child,” Severus finally said sighing before glancing up at the ceiling in disbelief and shaking his head. Apparently this wasn’t a stalling tactic like he originally thought and he hoped he hadn’t cause anything unfortunate to happen.
Harry ran to the loo, he had a slight urge to go but it was nothing serious like he told Snape. Since he wasn’t going to be home and he didn’t know when he would get the chance to go at the Weasleys he was practicing caution for once. He quickly peed, trying to push it all out so he wouldn’t have to go anytime soon. He hurried back to the sitting room, knowing that Snape probably wasn’t in a good mood anymore.
“Feel better Harry?” Severus asked when he came back in.
“I do and I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled, he had been a bit of a pain. He wondered if Snape would still be ok with it, if he knew that Harry didn’t actually have to go that bad.
“It’s alright child, when you gotta go, you gotta go.” Severus replied, getting back into the fireplace.
They disappeared in the flames only to reappear in the Weasleys sitting room. Like usual Molly was the only one who was there waiting for them.
“Hello Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said cheerfully.
“Hello Harry dear, the kids are outside since Charlie and Bill are arriving any minute now.” She said gesturing for him to go out as well.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow Harry,” Severus said waving slightly.
Harry felt something strange in his stomach, and for a moment it felt like a lump was in his throat. He swallowed hard before walking over and hugging the man, breathing in the smell of potions on his robes.
“Love you daddy, don’t forget k?” Harry whispered from within his hug.
“I won’t child, I’ll be here. I love you too,” Severus replied waiting for Harry to pull out of the hug.
Harry gave Snape’s midsection one last squeeze before he pulled away, face flushing red at his embarrassment.
“Go play.” Severus said gently giving him a push.
Harry smiled before running out the door to let Ron know he was here.
“Molly there are some things you need to know about Harry and his sleeping habits.” Severus started off quickly.
“Severus I have 7 children, 6 of which are boys; I can assure you I have seen it all.” She said gently.
“I know you have but I still feel like I should give you a heads up.” He said.
“I understand, go on dear.” She said hiding a smile at his over protectiveness.
“He’s afraid of the dark, and he tends to get up in the middle of the night for the toilet. Would it be too much trouble to leave a light on in the loo for him?”
“I do that anyway for my 2 youngest, Ron is the same way though he won’t admit it.” Molly said nodding her head.
“Thank you Molly, if there is any trouble floo me and I will come.”Severus said.
“I will Severus but Harry will be fine, don’t you worry.” She said soothingly.
Severus nodding wondering if he should tell her of Harry’s bedwetting; but he decided against it wanting to keep his word. He handed her the pack and went back through the flames to Hogwarts. His quarters were quiet like usual when Harry went to the Weasleys only this time, if felt different probably because he hadn’t been really alone since he got Harry. It was strangely comforting and though he missed the presence of Harry, he knew he had a lot of work to do. So Severus headed to his potions lab, wanting to get most of them done tonight and tomorrow that way they could finish their trip before school started. |
I know its not technically 2 days later, but I had this already written and just wanted to share it. Anyways, the omo is back, like I stated before and it will be here for a while. Thanks and I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 42
Harry ran outside to find the Weasleys surrounding 2 people he had never met before. He knew who they were of course; their trademark hair matched everyone around them. He stayed slightly to the back, feeling a bit jealous and left out, though he did nothing to draw attention to himself. Not knowing what else to do, he started to head back inside; maybe Mrs. Weasley needed help with something. As he was opening the door he heard someone call his name and he of course turned around.
“Harry mate, when you did here?” Ron yelled already making his way over to him.
“A few minutes ago,” Harry answered quietly.
“Why didn’t you say something? Don’t you want to meet Bill and Charlie?” Ron asked excitedly.
“I didn’t want to disturb your family time,” Harry replied honestly.
“Don’t let mum hear you saying that, she’ll probably wash your mouth out with soap.” Ron warned.
Harry for his part was horrified; he didn’t want to have to taste soap again. Maybe he should clarify what Ron meant, because that didn’t make any sense.
“Why would she do that?” Harry asked a bit cautiously.
“Because she thinks of you as a son too,” Ron said simply.
“But Snape’s my dad now,” Harry said not understanding.
“Doesn’t matter, she cares for Snape too. She would never try to take you away from him,” Ron said shrugging his shoulders.
Harry smiled at that, feeling that jealous feeling fade away quickly. He followed Ron who introduced him to his older brothers. They were a really great pair, and Harry found himself listening to their stories just as much as their siblings did. Harry went and grabbed his broom from the broom shed, as the two older boys made their way into the house. They wanted time to get settled in before they told about their wonderful adventures.
They flew around and played Quidditch for quite a while, until it was time for lunch and Mrs. Weasely call them in to eat. Following the herd of red heads to the loo Harry washed his hands, feeling the gentle nudge of his bladder as he caught sight of the toilet. He ignored it in favor of listening to the demands of his stomach and walked towards the table. Lunch went by fairly quickly since everyone was so excited to hear Charlie and Bill talk. After lunch, the twins, Ginny, and Ron and Harry, followed Charlie and Bill to the lounge, and spread out to listen.
They listened in avid fascination, giving Harry a glimpse into the life of a Dragon tamer, and a curse breaker. As the stories progressed Harry became very uncomfortable, and was already regretting the juice he had at lunch. He discreetly shifted in his seat, before glancing around. It would be rude to get up and go when they were in the middle of talking, so he stayed where he was; trying not to draw attention to himself.
20 minutes passed and Harry was as tensed as ever, and he had a foreboding feeling that if he didn’t get to the loo in the next couple of moments or so, he would leak onto Mrs. Weasleys couch, and he so did not want to do that. He sighed softly as they had finally had a lull in their stories, and the twins ran up the stairs to get some of their new pranking ideas to show them. Harry was thinking of pretending he forgot something in Ron’s room and instead he would make a beeline for the loo.
“Ronald Weasely, didn’t I tell you to clean your room?” Molly’s voice rang through the house.
“I did mum,” Ron yelled back, before quickly getting up and running up the stairs. He didn’t want to get embarrassed in front of his mate, if his mum came downstairs looking for him.
Harry looked over to see Bill and Charlie chuckling at that little scene, and he squirmed unconsciously in his seat. His right hand which was currently resting on his thigh was slowly but surely making its way towards his crotch.
“Bill come and see my room, I want to show you something,” Ginny said prodding her older brother in the stomach.
“Alright Gin-Gin,” Bill replied before bending down so she could climb on his back.
Harry smiled in spite of his desperation, and he looked longingly at them galloping up the stairs. He wished he could have an older brother; someone who could give him piggy back rides too. Ron just didn’t know how lucky he was to have such a big and loving family. Though he loved Snape a lot, he just wished that he had a sibling too. Harry was caught up in his thoughts, and for that reason is why he didn’t see Charlie glancing over at him curiously. He shook his head clear of the thoughts, as his bladder was starting to send more and more urgent signals to his brain. He casually stood up, not wanting to disturb the older boy who was now looking through a book.
Rocking from side to side for a moment, Harry decided to quickly go to the toilet nearest the kitchen. He would need to hurry because his friends could be back any minute and he didn’t want to explain where exactly he had been. As he turned he bumped into the end table and he inwardly groaned as Charlie looked up.
“I’m sorry about that Harry, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was ignoring you. You don’t have to leave mate,” Charlie said placing his book down on the table in front of him.
Harry smiled weakly, and nodded.
“Don’t be shy Harry, I don’t bite,” Charlie said smiling widely at him, trying to make the younger boy feel more comfortable.
“I know,” Harry said softly, not wanting to sit down again, but knowing it would be rude if he were to just leave without saying anything.
“I heard Ron’s side on how you two met, but now I want to hear yours,” he said conversationally, before gesturing for Harry to retake his seat.
“I was in my compartment on the train and he opened the door. He couldn’t find any empty compartments and asked if it would be ok if he sat with me. I told him yes, and we introduced ourselves. He asked if I really had the scar and I showed him, and we’ve been best mates ever since,” Harry answered smiling fondly at the memory.
“That’s really good to know Harry. I keep hearing that you are the youngest seeker in a century, since I went to Hogwarts. Wanna tell me how that came about?” Charlie asked grinning.
Harry nodded excitedly, forgetting his bladder at the moment as he explained the first flying lesson with the remembrall. He was so into his story, that the signals from his bladder were getting more and more frequent and he hadn’t noticed a thing. He was wiggling and moving quite a lot on the couch and occasionally making a grab at his crotch; and the redhead’s eyes were calculating. As a wave of desperation suddenly hit him, he grabbed at himself tightly and bent over at the waist, squeezing his eyes shut. Harry whimpered slightly, trying to figure out how he suddenly had to go so bad so fast.
Charlie nodded his head; he had known what the matter was before Harry grabbed himself. He was an older brother, and able to spot a pee dance when he saw it and Harry most certainly was doing one. The question of the day though was; why didn’t he get up and go? Charlie shook his head, from the looks of things, he knew that Harry wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer anyways, and he decided to speak up.
“Hey Harry, we’ll come back to Quidditch in a minute but I want to ask you something.” Charlie asked casually.
“What did you wanna ask?” Harry asked quietly, forcing himself to release his crotch. He was hoping that Charlie had picked back up his book and was no longer paying attention to him. He couldn’t let go of himself for too long, because it felt like he was going to leak into his trousers.
“Did anyone give you a tour of the house?” He asked in the same tone.
“Nope,” Harry replied honestly.
“Well let me do that now,” Charlie said standing up before gesturing to Harry to do the same.
“I’m fine right here Charlie,” Harry said quietly, he didn’t think he could stand up without exposing to the other boy what he desperately needed to do.
“I beg to differ mate, so come on. It’ll be a quick tour,” Charlie promised walking towards him.
Harry didn’t say anything, afraid that the older boy would catch on why he didn’t seem to want to stand. He sighed softly before clenching up his muscles as tight as he could before standing up very slowly. It was uncomfortable, and he immediately starting shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Alright so follow me Harry.”Charlie said putting his arm around Harry’s shoulder. He could feel how tense the kid was and he shook his head. He finally realized that it would appear that Harry was shy as they come, or at least in front of him.
“We were just in the lounge, you flooed into the sitting room, the kitchen is through here,” Charlie said walking through the last door, as he started quickly prattling things off. He didn’t want to waste anymore time then he had too.
Harry wasn’t really listening; he had looked around casually before grabbing his crotch again. He hoped that older boy wouldn’t be paying that much attention to him.
Charlie noticed but didn’t say anything, instead speeding up a bit as they came out of the kitchen before coming to stand in front of a closed door.
Harry whimpered as they stood still and he resisted the urge to bend over as another urge forcibly pulsed through him.
“And here we have the loo, why don’t you go make good use of the toilet mate.” Charlie said opening the door as he gently prodded Harry to go forward.
“But I don’t need to use the loo,” Harry found himself saying, though he couldn’t help but cross his legs. He hoped that it looked casual.
Charlie looked at him unbelievingly, before crossing his arms over his chest.
“I don’t believe that Harry,” he said calmly.
“I don’t have to go,” Harry insisted still denying everything. He wanted nothing more but for Charlie to leave so he could quickly relieve himself. The pain of seeing a toilet so close, but not being able to use it was absolute torture.
Charlie said nothing as he gently led Harry into the loo. He closed the door behind him, before looking at the child. In any other situation he would have laughed at how stubborn Harry actually was, but he could see that Harry was really desperate as it was. And although magic could quickly clean a mess up, he didn’t want to have one in the first place. Not to mention how humiliated the boy would be, if he wet himself.
“What are we doing in here?” Harry asked, pulling up his trousers tightly since he couldn’t hold himself like he wanted too.
“Oh I needed to wash my hands, and you should too if you want a snack from the kitchen.” Charlie said nonchalantly before turning on the water, and letting it run.
Harry tensed his thighs as the water started and he as he looked at it pouring out the faucet he felt like he was about to wet himself, right then and there at that very moment. He turned towards the closed toilet before quickly lifting the seat up, before he started working on his trouser belt.
Charlie smirked slightly before turning off the water, not wanting the boy to go before he was even ready. His mum was right; Harry and Ron were really similar to one another. He kept his eyes averted not wanting to embarrassed the kid.
Harry had waited until the last minute to go and he could feel his underwear dampen a bit as he lost a spurt in his boxers. He knew from experience that he wouldn’t be able to undo it in time, and he wanted Snape more than ever at that point.
“Can you help me Charlie?” He finally whimpered out, hands on the inside of his pants as he held himself. His own hand was getting a bit warm and wet, and he squirmed around as he looked helplessly at his friend’s older brother.
“And this is why you do not wait until the very last second to go. You should know better than this Harry. Look at you about to have an accident,” Charlie
lectured as he swiftly unbuckled and unbuttoned everything for Harry. He was going to ask if Harry needed help pulling them down, before just deciding to do it as well. He could see the boy about 5 seconds away from a full blown accident. Quickly turning Harry to face the toilet he stepped away and leaned against the door, and stared at the ceiling.
Harry sighed audibly in relief, wanting to thank the older boy but feeling the euphoric feeling of making it preventing him from saying so at that point in time. His pee was forcefully hitting the water, and he was for once glad Snape wasn’t here. He would be in so much trouble; he had held it to the point of him almost having an accident. He rubbed the lower part of his stomach as it emptied and he hoped that it wouldn’t be achy or anything. It would suck if he had to go even more than usual here, he didn’t want them to think he was a freak or something.
Harry quickly pushed out the remaining pee, shaking it slightly before tucking himself back into his now damp boxers. The feeling was uncomfortable, but he wasn’t about to let Charlie know what happened. He flushed the toilet before putting the seat and lid back down before heading towards the sink. He could feel the older boy’s gaze on him and he wondered if he would be able to get out of discussing the whole thing.
Charlie waited until Harry had washed and dried his hands, before opening the door. Turning off the light he led the way out first, waiting for the smaller boy to come out. He needed to know just what Harry was thinking and why the hell he didn’t speak up. He could see the look on the smaller boy’s face as he tried to think of an excuse to get out of here, but he wasn’t having it. He would get to the bottom of this, was it only just a case of shyness, or did he not realize that he had to go? Or was it neither, and Harry just like it or something? He grimaced at the last one, before dismissing that thought, as he recalled the pained expression on his face as they headed to the toilet.
“Let’s go take a walk around the pitch,” Charlie said walking towards the back door.
“Why?” Harry asked softly, hoping against hope that the man didn’t want to talk.
“We need to have a little chat,” he said before opening the door and walking out.
Harry groaned audibly as he followed the other boy out the door. |
I dont really have any warnings, or anything. Just enjoy this and what not, like I said the omo is here for a while, but I still have to keep it a bit realistic so the nect chapter is going to be long and loaded, this chapter is preparing him so to speak..just patience is all.
Chapter 43
Harry followed the taller boy slowly and quietly, trying to figure out what he was going to say. He didn’t want to have this talk; he’s had it with Snape already. Was it his fault that he didn’t like to ask for things? If you think about it, he would have made it sooner if Charlie didn’t insist on him going. Why didn’t he just leave? Harry shook away that irrational thought, knowing it wasn’t true. Charlie was the reason he had made it; he knew it and his damp boxers did too. If he had of wet himself here, who would have spelled him clean? He shuddered slightly before looking up when he noticed that the feet in front of him had stopped.
“Let’s take a seat Harry,” Charlie said sitting on an overturned log.
Harry nodded before sitting down next to him, before toeing the dirt with his shoe.
“You wanna tell me just what that was about back there?” Charlie started off gently.
“What was what?” Harry asked trying to pretend he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Why did you wait so long?” Charlie said clarifying it.
“I didn’t want to be rude,” Harry mumbled softly.
“Why would you be rude?” He asked confusion in his tone.
“I didn’t know if I could go, I don’t know the rules of your house.” Harry admitted honestly. That was part of the reason but not the whole truth.
“I’ll bet the rules for here are the same as yours. No one here wants you to have an accident because you are afraid of them denying you. It is your right to use the toilet
Harry, everyone does it. You will speak up next time,” Charlie said firmly, his tone letting the smaller boy know that he wasn’t asking him.
“I will,” Harry said softly, trying to figure out how the heck Charlie figured that out so fast.
Charlie looked sideways at him; he knew that probably wouldn’t be the case at all. He would just have to keep an eye on him like Bill does for Ginny. They sat there for a little bit longer before walking over to the broom shed where they released the snitch. Charlie smiled as Harry looked for the little golden ball, making him look carefree; like the kid he was meant to be.
“Betcha I’ll catch it first,” Charlie yelled before taking off after the snitch.
“No you won’t I will. I’m the youngest and best seeker ever,” Harry yelled back; the wide grin on his face letting Charlie know that he was only joking.
Harry stared in shock at the older boy stuck his tongue out at him before taking off after the ball. Harry laughed playfully before following behind him, forcing his broom to go faster. They were caught up in their little game, every time the snitch got close to one of them it would suddenly shoot away, but they didn’t care. The boys never noticed the crowd of redheads that had gathered to watch them play, no one wanted to disturb them. As Harry stopped to catch his breath for a second he happened to look towards the house to see everyone else staring at back at him with amusement on their faces.
“Charlie,” Harry called out a bit embarrassed to know that they were watching them and he hadn’t noticed a thing.
“What is it…?” Charlie trailed off and blushed as he realized they were being watched. And from the way that everyone was lounging a bout, he knew they had been there for quite a while. He shook his head before gesturing to Harry to descend as he did the same. Once on the ground he stretch and they headed towards the rest of the family.
“What are you all doing here?” He asked scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“We were just watching a game of seekers is all,” Ginny said with a grin.
Harry blushed red, and toed at the ground before looking towards Charlie. The older boy was almost as red as his hair, and he was happy to note that he wouldn’t be alone in his embarrassment.
“We were wondering where you two went. We decided to come out here when mum looked out the window and saw you both,” Bill explained.
“We got a bit bored waiting for everyone to come back,” Charlie answered.
“We were only gone for 10 minutes.” The twins replied.
“I wanted to see if I could beat him, since Gryffindor hadn’t had a good seeker before me since Charlie.” Harry finally said.
“And did you beat him mate?” Ron asked with a wicked smile on his face.
“No, it was a tie.” Harry replied honestly.
Since they had a little bit more time before dinner, everyone decided to finish the game but to add in other positions. They ended up with 2 teams that consisted of; Fred, Bill, Percy and Harry against; Charlie, George, Ron and Ginny. Though a bit uneven (skill wise), everyone had a relatively good time. They played for the next few hours until they were called in to dinner and everyone hopped off their brooms before running to put them in the shed. The group of redheads and one raven hair child started towards the house.
“Piggy back ride Bill,” Ginny said out of the blue and squealed when he lifted her up.
Harry found himself looking on in envy once again, but it quickly vanished when he found himself being lifted in the air by strong hands as well.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, looking at the boy curiously.
“Giving you a ride,” Charlie said simply. He had seen the look in the smaller boy’s eyes when he saw Bill pick up Ginny.
“Ok,” Harry said happily as he was transferred to the older male’s back.
Harry laughed happily as Charlie bounced him and nodded excitedly when Bill asked if they want to race him and Ginny and Percy and Ron too the house. Harry turned to look at Ron out the corner of his eye and was shocked to see him on the back of Percy. He snickered but didn’t say anything, who knew Percy could chill out. He has no idea who actually won the race and he didn’t care, he felt like he was actually a part of the family and he loved it.
With all of them coming into the house at the same time, Harry reckoned it sounded like a whole herd of animals coming in. They were loud but Mr. and Mrs. Weasely didn’t seem to mind it, as they were used to it. There was a lot of shoving and pushing as they all made their way to the tiny loo to wash up, but eventually everyone got done. Harry laughed as they all walked to the table.
The loud noise was a shocker to him once again, since his and Snape’s meals are usually quiet, since neither of them were big talkers. He smiled and was surprised when they included him in the conversation like he belonged there with them. Harry loved pumpkin juice and the fact that his cup seemed to have a spell on it he could drink much as he wanted and he took advantage of it. It was so yummy, he never thought about how much the rich drink would affect his bladder.
After dinner and after a lot of arguing on who would clean the kitchen, Harry headed up the stairs with Ginny and Ron for a game of exploding snap. This was turning out to be an awesome day, and he decided that he liked sleepovers. They played for a while until about 9:45pm when Mr. Weasley came upstairs and told them to get ready for bed. Harry went in and took a shower first since he was the guest.
As he was waiting for Ron to finish, he pulled out the chest set and set it up. When Ron came out they had enough time for one game before Mr. Weasley was coming around again to tell them it was time for bed. Unlike Ron who tried to argue to stay up more, Harry was quite tired, and one look at the clock showed him why. He would usually be in the bed before 11:30; he hoped that this didn’t get back to Snape.
He pulled back the covers and got into bed, blushing slightly as Mrs. Weasely came up stairs and tucked them both in. She gave them each a kiss on the forehead before enchanting a glass ball with low light, before turning off the overhead one. Harry didn’t say anything about the night light and surprisingly neither did Ron. They talked for a bit about nothings and everything, trying to see what they were going to do tomorrow. Harry was a bit excited, Mr. Weasley was off work tomorrow and he said he had a surprise that he wanted to show the kids.
Harry was so caught up in his thoughts and excitement for the day that he had neglected to use the toilet like he usually did before bed. He didn’t think anything of it really, though he did make sure he had on his special underwear. He yawned more and more but he couldn’t sleep yet, so he laid quietly in the bed as Ron’s words starting slurring as his friend drifted off into sleep. |
So here is the next chapter, enjoy it and what not. It was really long, that I was gonna split it up but I wasnt feeling it. I hope you guys like it, its cute if I do say so myself lol
Chapter 44
As he laid under the covers, Harry was feeling a bit nervous. What if the underwear leaked? Though it never did before, there was still the off chance of it happening. What if Ron found out? What he had a nightmare? The what ifs questions were going crazy in his head, and he found himself unable to sleep. 20 minutes later, he could hear Ron snoring on the bed across from him and he headed to his bag. He reached down to the bottom and pulled out the stuffed dog that smelled of potions and home. At the time Snape packed it he was embarrassed that the man would think he would want it; but right now he was grateful for Snape's ability to foresee that he would need the comfort. Crawling back into his bed with his dog held tight, he drifted off into an unusually deep sleep. Due to his excessive drinks at dinner, Harry's bladder would be a bit active that night.
Harry woke up in Ron’s spare bed in the middle of the night with a soaked goodnight and an achingly full bladder. He didn’t know whether or not he was allowed to go and was contemplating not getting up, when he remembered Snape telling him he wants him to get up and go. He rolls out of bed and quietly scrambles over to his bag. As he is looking for the spare goodnight he is dancing around frantically and is so incredibly desperate to go he decides to abandon the garment for now in favor of getting to the loo on time. He could always come back and grab one.
Making his way to the door he pokes his head out and is relieved to see the light lit in the loo down the hall. He makes his way there, being careful because of his full bladder only to look on in panic as Bill sleepily walks in first. Harry’s eyes widen as his bladder contracts and for a moment he stands there contemplating about going downstairs; but one look at the darkness on the staircase is enough to convince him it’s not such a good idea.
He bouncing up and down and holding himself being careful not to make any noise. He can hear the older boy peeing through the door and that seems to make it worse. Harry grips himself tight wanting to knock but scared of waking some else up or the older boy getting mad at him. He could honestly say had this been Charlie he would’ve already knocked by now, albeit quietly though.
The stream of the older boy is slowing down and for that Harry is grateful, until he hears the flush. The water is almost too much and he is literally minutes away from losing it, as he gains control the faucet comes on and Harry stifles a sob as his bladder releases itself into the already soaking wet goodnight which of course leaks and soon he can feel the hot liquid pouring down his legs and soaking his Pokémon pajama bottoms. He looked at the puddle forming underneath him and he is silently crying, unable to help it. What is he gonna do now? His body sags in relief as his bladder empties itself. He is still going when the door open, though he keeps his gaze low to the ground.
Bill was half asleep and almost doesn’t see him, until he nearly bumps into him. He blinked sleepily as he looked at the boy in front of him, through is foggy brain he could still tell right off the back that something wasn’t right. For starters he was standing still and looking at the ground, why wasn’t he moving to go into the loo?
"Harry what’s wrong?" He mumbled voice thick with sleep.
Harry shrugged dejectedly as the puddle grew bigger around him; he had given up on trying to stop mid-flow. He couldn’t, and he only succeeded in getting his hands wet.
"Well let me move, I'm assuming you need the loo?" He asked quietly, still hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
"I don’t have to go anymore," Harry whimpered as he felt the last of his pee drip down his leg.
"What do you mean you don’t have to..? Oh," Bill replied finally looking down at the floor.
The toilet light had illuminated the hallway where they were and he could see plain as day the puddle of liquid around Harry, not to mention Harry's pajama bottoms were drenched.
"You took too long and I couldn’t hold it anymore," Harry explained quietly.
"Why didn’t you go use the one downstairs?" Bill whispered gently grabbing Harry's hand.
"It was too dark," Harry said tearfully, allowing the older boy to pull him into the loo.
"I'm sorry Harry, why didn’t you just knock?" Bill asked gently.
"Didn’t want you to be mad," he replied sniffling, though his tears never stopped.
"Why would I be mad?" Bill asked a bit confused.
"For disturbing you," Harry replied still not looking up. He couldn’t believe what just happened. How was he going to fix this?
"You wouldn’t have disturbed me at all Harry," Bill said gently. "You don’t like the dark?"
Harry didn’t say anything in response to that; he didn’t want his best mate’s brother to tell Ron about his fear. Though he knew Ron wouldn’t make fun since he himself was terrified of spiders, but why tempt fate?
"Stay here, I'm gonna go get your bag, and my wand," Bill said as he gingerly stepped over the puddle. He understood then, Harry like Ron was afraid of the dark. Then again after dealing with what they did for the past two years at Hogwarts Bill was not at all surprised. After dealing with Voldermort for two years, of course they were afraid of things going bump in the night.
Harry stood in the middle of the loo and glanced at the mirror. His face was tear-streaked and his eyes were red as well as his nose; which was running. The sight of himself made him want to cry harder and he quickly averted his eyes. He was getting cold, and he did not like the feeling of this extremely soaked garment between his legs. There was nothing he could do, so he just waited for Bill to come back.
Bill rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he grabbed his wand feeling bad for the kid. He walked quietly but quickly to his little brother’s room, wand lit up in a low Lumos and grabbed the pack by the door. He noticed it was already open, but he just grabbed it and closed the door. He headed back to the loo, banishing the puddle on the floor with a flick of his wand.
"Here you are Harry," he said quietly as he walked in the loo and closed the door. He set the bag on the counter and turned to the silent boy next to him.
Harry looked up at the older boy tearfully, was it childish that he just wanted Snape? He didn’t like cleaning charms it still left him feeling dirty, and he was paranoid that you could still smell the pee on him. He wanted a bath but he wasn’t about to tell the older boy that.
Bill put a silencing spell around the bathroom and sighed they could talk now without whispering.
"Did you want a bath Harry? No one can hear the water run now," Bill said gently, he did have eyes and he could see the boy looking longingly at the tub.
"If...if it would be ok," he mumbled out.
"Its fine, lemme run the water," Bill replied walking over towards the tub to start the water.
Harry took off his shirt automatically, it wasn’t until he came to him bottoms that he remembered what he was wearing underneath. He colored slightly and froze up not wanting the older boy to see.
Bill noticed and got up to leave, not wanting to invade his privacy.
"Stay, don’t leave," Harry found himself saying grabbing the back of the boy's t-shirt. He couldn’t handle having to clean up alone; Snape had always helped him when he had an accident. Since he couldn’t have Snape, Bill was the next best thing.
"Are you sure?" Bill asked wanting to make sure.
"Yes I'm sure," Harry replied, fear replacing the embarrassment as he quickly tugged off his bottoms.
Bill turned off the water, not commenting on what looked like a mixture between underwear and soggy nappy between Harry’s legs. He could only guess what it was for, and he shrugged his shoulders. He knew whatever it was that Harry probably couldn’t help it. He walked back towards the counter and started taking out an extra pair of pajama bottoms, and what looked some normal boxers, until he felt them.
"Harry what exactly is this?" He asked as he felt the material and he was unable to stem his curiosity.
"Its muggle underwear, they help with um...bedwetting," Harry finally choked out.
“You wet the bed Harry?" Bill asked softly, looking at the underwear in interest.
"Yes, please don’t tell anyone," Harry whispered dejectedly.
"I won’t kid; it’s not my secret to tell." Bill said honestly, though he was curious about one thing.
"Thank you," Harry replied quietly.
"Do they have any for girls?" Bill asked casually.
"Yea, but theirs don’t look like boxers," Harry answered.
"I would hope not," Bill said chuckling.
He would talk to his dad about making a detour tomorrow when they did their trip. The muggles had a good idea, and he knew that Ginny would love this; it was lot better than waking up wet. He knew she was embarrassed that the problem had come back after her first year of school. Again he couldn’t blame her, for what she went through. They were lucky that was all that came out of her run in with Voldermort. He looked at the small boy in front of him and sighed.
"Harry its ok that you wet the bed," Bill said gently.
"No it not I'm 13 now," Harry said sniffling before shaking his head sadly.
"That doesn’t mean anything, don’t tell her I told you this but Ginny does it too." Bill said quietly.
"What? No way, your pulling my leg," Harry said not believing that in the slightest.
"She does, why else would I ask if they came in girl sizes?" Bill said pointedly.
"But she, are you serious?" That was all Harry could say, as he stared at the redhead.
He couldn’t tell you what he was feeling, because he didn’t know himself. It was a warm feeling to know that he wasn’t alone in this. He looked at Bill before he spoke.
"Are you gonna tell her about me?" Harry asked softly.
"I would like too, especially since I told you about her. It would make her feel better that one of her friends did it too." Bill replied honestly.
"Ok...just don’t tell Ron please," Harry said softly as he sniffled. He knew how it felt to feel like you were the only one with this problem and he didn’t want Ginny to feel like that.
"Its ok Harry, don’t cry. Your secret is safe with me kid," he replied reassuringly.
Bill nodded it made perfect sense now, and he grabbed another shirt. He could only assume that Snape had packed the bag because he highly doubted Harry would pack any extra sets of clothing. Bill took a seat on the close toilet, conjuring a book to read as Harry stepped into the tub. He threw a cleaning charm on the wet clothes on the floor before placing them in the plastic bag inside the pack.
Harry relaxed in the warm water as he grabbed his wash towel and started to clean up. The tears ran silently down his face and he wanted nothing more to go home. But it was around 3:30am and he knew that he would never be allowed. The fact that he couldn’t get the comfort from Snape that he so desperately needed, made him cry just a little bit harder.
Harry was sitting in the bathtub, wishing he had his toys and was at home. He felt so alone and he felt the back of his eyes burning again as the tears tried to fall again. He soaped the wash cloth before cleaning himself up. He sniffled loudly but never said a word the entire bath. He sat there for a while until the water got cold and finally looked up at Bill.
"I wanna get out now," he said quietly.
Bill nodded and stood up and held out a towel for him. Turning around he pulled the plug to let out the water.
Harry stood there wrapped in an oversize towel shivering and sniffling. He got dressed quickly, slipping on his special underwear first. When he finished he looked at the soaked garment on the floor. He didn’t know what to do with it, and he picked it up dejectedly. He didn’t want anyone to see it in the rubbish bin because they would know that it belonged to him.
Bill turned around to see Harry looking on the verge of tears again and after seeing what he was holding he knew why.
"I got it Harry," he said waving his wand and banishing it out of existence.
Harry smiled gratefully, before hugging himself tightly.
"Time to go back to bed," Bill said softly as he grabbed the pack and waved his wand to cancel the silencing charm.
"Can...can I floo my dad?" Harry finally asked unable to stifle the sob this time.
"Harry it’s late, and Snape isn’t one you want to wake up at 4:00 in the morning," Bill said trying to get him to smile. His mother and father had already explained the situation to him and Charlie in better depth then his younger siblings about Harry’s relatives and how Snape played into it.
"He doesn’t mind, I've woken him up before in the night. Please can I floo him. I need him,” Harry whimpered through his sobs.
"I sorry Harry you can’t," Bill said gently though inside he was feeling awful.
He knew that if he did Harry would want to go back home leaving Ron to wonder what happened to him during the night. He didn’t want to explain to his family why Harry left, not to mention he could help but feel like Harry needed more independence. It was boggling to him how clingy the smaller boy actually was. Apparently his relative’s abuse went a lot further then his parents had said. This was more than a few hits, with angry words thrown in there. Bill could see the signs quite clearly, and he still couldn’t fathom how they could do that to anyone; let alone a child who was their own flesh and blood.
"I want...my...daddy," Harry gasped out through his sobs that were shaking his small frame.
"I know you do buddy, it'll be ok though," Bill said before reaching down to pick him up.
He was a bit surprised about the weight of the boy, he was expecting something solid like Ron, but Harry was about as light as Ginny. Bill walked out off the loo and set Harry's pack in his own room before walking downstairs. He felt the grip around his neck tightened as they walked down in the darkness and he patted his back to calm him down. Bill headed into the kitchen for some warm milk.
Harry cried silently into the older male's shirt, he wanted the smell of potions and security he usually got when he hugged Snape.
"Harry it'll be ok, just call down," Bill said trying to sooth him, and fix him a warm drink.
Grabbing the cup in one hand he decided (with the way Harry was clinging to him) to head to his own room. He closed his door and turned on the light before setting Harry on the bed.
"Drink this slowly Harry," he said handing him the cup.
"Can I have Padfoot?" Harry mumbled softly referring to his dog. The name he'd chosen was familiar to him but he couldn’t understand why, nor could he remember if it belonged to anyone.
"What’s that?" Bill asked legitimately confused.
"My stuffed dog, he was on my bed," Harry explained softly.
"Oh ok, and yea I'll go get him," Bill said quickly opening the door and going down the hall to Ron's room. He returned quickly with the toy and handed it to Harry who latched on it tight.
"Are you ready to go back to bed now?" Bill asked gently as he sat down next to him.
Harry didn’t say anything; he just buried his face into his stuffed animal. It smelled of home and he found himself unable to stop his tears.
"Harry...." was all Bill said before picking him up and placing him in his lap.
Harry said nothing only lifting his head to drink the warm milk with honey. It was so yummy, and it made him sleepy. He found himself closing his eyes and relaxing completely against Bill's chest.
"That’s it Harry," Bill said softly as the younger boy's breathing started to even out. He held him for 15 minutes more wanting to make sure that he was totally asleep, before he slowly got up and carried him back to Ron's room.
After tucking him in and then checking on his brother Bill walked out and headed back to his room to get some much needed sleep |
Hey guys, um yea thanks for the reviews and stuff..and heres the next chapter..Again I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story so much.
Chapter 45
Harry woke up the next more to the sun shining brightly in his face. He moaned before tugging the pillow over his head. He could hear Ron snoring still and wished that could have been him. The dungeons never woke him up like this; the manor didn’t either as he usually had the windows covered. As he rolled over he felt like his bladder was screaming for relief. He shook his head, he would never drink that much pumpkin juice again; no matter how good it was. He jumped out of bed and wondered over to the door. As he opened it he became more aware of the noises in the hallway.
Harry stepped out to see Percy and the twins banging on the door to the loo, arguing about who was next. Harry winced before coming to stand behind them. It being the morning meant he needed to go quite badly, and he didn’t want to have another accident, especially in front of more people. It was bad enough with almost not making it with Charlie and then Bill seeing him wet.
2 minutes later and Harry was holding himself quite openly, as he jumped up and down in desperation. They were so into their argument they didn’t notice him, nor Bill who opened the door to see what was going on. Harry tried to smile but it came out a grimace, Bill's shaving cream made him look like Father Christmas.
"What is going on out here?" Bill asked staring at his younger brothers, who all started to speak at once.
“We were here first but…”
“Then Percy tried to jump…”
“In front of us using…”
“The I’m older tag,” Fred finished, while George glared at Percy.
Before Bill could say anything, he glanced behind them when he heard a small voice call his name.
"Bill," Harry whimpered as he felt himself about to leak. He wasn’t even sure the man had heard him until he locked eyes with him.
"Come on in Harry," Bill replied when he caught sight of the frantic dancing.
Harry nodded gratefully but he couldn’t get through because the twins were in the way.
Bill frowned as Harry tried to make his way through the redheads but couldn’t. He groaned inwardly when Harry bent over at the waist.
"Move it guys, let him through," he said loudly, before reaching through and grabbing Harry by the front of his shirt before pulling him into the loo. He closed the door quickly, as he heard the boy scamper towards the toilet.
"Igottapeebad," Harry said desperation evident in his voice.
"I know you do Harry," Bill replied grabbing his razor and turning back to the sink. Though they had shaving charms; Bill like his father, preferred to use muggle means. While it took a bit longer then the charm, the results were better, not to mention it was easier for him.
Harry danced in front of the toilet as he hurriedly lifted the seat up, before pulling his pants and boxers down enough to go. He breathed a loud sigh of relief as his liquid started forcibly hitting the toilet water. He smiled as he relieved himself, happy to have made it.
"Thank you," Harry said still going, though he smiled as he turned to look at Bill.
"Keep your eye on the bowl Harry," Bill said shaking his head in amusement.
Harry blushed but nodded as he continued, he was reminded of the time he peed in the parking lot because of how much he seemed to be going. He didn’t know he could hold that much in. He tried to push it out faster as he was still going, but he could feel his bladder slowly emptying.
"Good thing I let you in," Bill said chuckling softly as he heard how much the small boy was producing.
Harry nodded very grateful for that as his stream started to weaken. 10 seconds later and he was done, he had never felt more relieved. Putting himself back in his underwear he leaned over to flush the toilet. He stood there for a second just looking at Bill shave; it looked so much fun.
"You can wash your hands Harry," Bill said moving back and turning on the water.
Harry moved to the sink before quickly washing his hands and drying them on the towel. He smiled before opening the door and walking out.
"Sorry about that..."
"Mate we didn’t see..."
"That you were hiding behind us..."
"Though we are glad..."
"To see that you..."
"Made it ok...” the twins finished.
Harry blushed before he nodded once; their way of talking always made him dizzy. He walked back towards Ron's room, where he found his mate blinking sleepily at him.
"Morning Ron," Harry said cheerfully.
"Hey Harry, where we're you? For a second I thought you might've gone home," Ron said pulling the covers off.
"I was in the loo," Harry replied, keeping to himself that had Bill allowed him to floo Snape he would be. He was feeling better now, but at the time he just wanted to be with his dad.
"That’s where I need to be," Ron said as he stood up and stretched.
"Bill is in there," Harry murmured.
"That’s not a problem, if you have to go bad enough he'll let you in," Ron said knowingly before walking out to the hall.
Harry knew just what he meant and for that he was grateful. He grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a green shirt with a dinosaur on it before getting dressed. Deciding on brushing his teeth after breakfast Harry headed downstairs.
"Good morning," he said as he came into the kitchen before taking a seat at the table.
He received the greeting back from the few people that were in there, before Mrs. Weasely was loading up his plate.
Harry looked down at his full plate and sighed, she served a lot of food and he wasn’t even sure if he could eat it all. He looked around the table not sure if he was supposed to eat or wait until everyone came down.
"Eat up dear before it gets cold," Molly said, as she walked passed him.
"Yes m’am," he replied before digging into his food with gusto.
He ate half of what was on his plate before his stomach was feeling a bit bloated from all the food. By that time nearly everyone was seated and eating. Harry sighed before taking another bite of food. He felt like he was going to explode if he ate anymore but he didn’t want to be ungrateful. This had never been a problem at home; Snape always seemed to know how much was enough for him.
"If your full Harry, don’t eat anymore; you’re going to make yourself sick," Charlie said before taking his plate way and passing it to his mum to put on the counter. He had seen the boy struggling to eat the rest of his food. He knew everyone didn’t have a bottomless pit like they Weaseley boys did.
"So dad, where are we going today?" Percy asked as he took a bite of his toast.
"One of my fellow wizards is married to a muggle and he was telling me about this place in the muggle world for families to have fun." Arthur explained happily.
"What kind of place dad?" Ron asked.
"That is a surprise," was all Arthur said before returning to his food.
Harry smiled happily as conversation around the table turned to talk about where they might be going. He was so excited.
After breakfast was over Molly, told them all to go finished getting ready. As they all clambered up the stairs she grabbed Bill and Charlie and told them to make sure that the younger ones; meaning Ginny, Harry, and Ron packed an extra set of clothes. Since they were going to be in the muggle world it would be best if they refrained from doing any magic out there. Bill and Charlie agreed before heading to get ready themselves.
"Ron; you and Harry each pack a backpack with a change of clothes," Charlie said sticking his head in the door. Bill had gone to tell the same to Ginny.
"Oy, why do we have to do that?" Ron asked oblivious and confused at the moment.
Harry blushed slightly he knew what Charlie was getting at; Snape had done it every time they went out for which Harry was grateful for each time he needed them; but he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him embarrassed nonetheless. He took his things out his pack while Charlie explained to Ron why they were doing it. He turned around when he heard Ron's horrified reaction and grinned.
"It’s not a big deal mate; we just can’t use magic around muggles. Not to mention what if we use it in private and there’s another witch or wizard around? What would happen if they saw Harry Potter and the Weasleys?" Harry said rationally as he packed a set of clothes, making sure to include underwear.
"Right, sorry mate I had forgotten about that," Ron replied sheepishly.
Charlie winked at Harry for diffusing the situation before going back to his room, and making sure he had everything.
Harry had his money sack around his neck; apparently Snape didn’t believe he wouldn’t lose it and he spelled it closed until Harry needed to take something out of it. He couldn’t take it off or anything. Though it was weightless and he had no idea how much money was actually in it. Snape and Harry didn’t feel comfortable letting the Weasleys pay for him when they didn’t have too.
10 minutes later and everyone was downstairs and waiting by the door. They walked outside to see that Arthur had rented a van for them to use that day. Harry wanted the floor to open up and swallow him when they started talking about the Ford Angelis that he and Ron took to Hogwarts.
Everyone was soon scrambling inside with the 3 youngest in the way back the set off for the trip. Harry had a window seat and he didn’t know how long the ride was and didn’t want to fall asleep because he didn’t want to wet. He leaned against the glass as he heard tidbits from various conversations around him. He and Ron had just started talking about Quidditch when Harry felt his bladder prod him.
Harry had forgotten to go before he left because he was so excited. Looking at his watch he saw they had only been in the car for 25 minutes. He wasn’t about to ask to stop besides he knew he could hold it for a while anyways. As he rested against the window his eyes started closing on their own accord and though he resisted it at first; he couldn’t keep doing it forever and Harry soon drifted off to sleep. |
Sorry this is so late, trying to get back on track with school after break is a struggle. Enjoy this chapter its pretty long, oh and another thing. Everyone has opionions I get that, but when you constantly say that you dislike something in my story, that gets on my nerves. My story has been this way since the begining and its gonna stay this way PERIOD,; hence the term MY story. Dont like it, you dont have to read it, in fact I wish you wouldnt. With all that said and done, enjoy the story.
Chapter 46
Charlie turned around to check on the 3 behind him and they were in different stages of sleeping. Ron was nodding off, jerking back his head whenever he drifted off, Ginny was blinking rapidly trying to stay awake, and Harry was gone to this world. He reached over to place a pillow between Harry and the window before moving Ron to lean on Harry. He looked at Ginny in amusement as she slowly lost the battle to sleep before situating her and turning around.
"Don’t be so loud, their sleeping," Charlie said quietly effectively shushing the van.
"Who’s sleeping?"
"Harry, Ron and Ginny are," He replied with a shrug.
"That’s good, when they get to the park they'll be rested up." Molly said softly.
"We're going to a park?" Fred asked incredulously.
"Yes and no, it’s a different type of park a muggle theme park of sorts. Do be quiet and don’t tell the younger ones I want them to be surprised." Arthur said firmly.
"Of course dad..."
"We can keep…"
"Secrets," they finished together.
2 hours later Harry was moving a bit in his seat, his hand squeezing himself tightly trying to alert his brain of his struggles. He woke up hand deep in his groin with a small gasp. He was horrified that he had fallen asleep and breathed a great sigh of relief when he realized he didn’t wet. That relief last for about a second when he found out why. His bladder was too full and he knew he didn’t have long until his bladder just gave out.
He looked around the van uneasily, Ron and Ginny were asleep, and damn near everyone else was as well, except for Charlie and Mr. Weasley; who was driving. He had no clue what they were talking about and he didn’t care. Harry sat wiggling in his seat for a moment as he placed the pillow over his lap. Harry was borderline frantic he had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Harry closed his eyes tightly, as a wave of desperation hit and he knew he’d better speak up soon.
"Are we almost there?" He asked quietly though the stillness in the van they heard him just fine.
"Be there in a half hour," Arthur replied happily.
"Oh that long?" Harry murmured though they still heard it.
"Did you need something Harry?" Charlie asked lazily turning around.
“Ye…no I didn’t,” Harry stammered out, as his desperation hit him full force.
Charlie frowned slightly before focusing his gaze on Harry’s face. His face looked pinched and he seemed to be in pain, what the hell?
“You ok Harry?” Charlie asked looking intently at his face.
“I need a stop,” Harry said almost inaudibly, unable to keep still or his silence. He didn’t want to risk an accident today, especially not in the car with the chances of it getting on someone other them himself.
“Why, what’s the matter?” Charlie asked thinking that the boy probably wasn’t feeling well.
Harry grimaced before squirming in his seat as he gripped himself tightly, trying hard not to jostle Ron. He didn’t wanna wake his friend up, and have to explain what was going on.
“Did you need the loo Harry?” Charlie asked, seeing the movement, and the crotch grab. He was asking to be sure, but he knew the problem immediately.
“Uh huh, can we stop soon?” Harry whispered desperately for once not trying to deny it as he leaned forward in his seat.
“Yea, hold on for a bit mate. Hey dad, when’s the next rest area coming up?” Charlie asked.
“There’s one in about 5 minutes, Harry needs to go?” Arthur asked getting over into the exit lane.
“Yea,” Charlie replied turning around to check on Harry.
Harry nodded having heard Mr. Weasely, and tried not to let how bad he had to go show. As he sat there he suddenly bolted up in his seat, how was he going to get out? He was in the furthest seat from the door, he would wet by the time he crawled over everyone and actually got out the car. His panic wasn’t helping his already filled to the brim bladder and he wasn’t surprised when he lost a few drops into his boxers. He looked at Charlie not wanting to bother him, but not knowing what else to do. He laid his head on the window and whimpered a bit, trying to figure this out.
“Just hold on Harry, he’s getting off the roadway now,” Charlie said soothingly, when he heard the whimper. Charlie frowned as he took in the same thing that was currently sending Harry into a panic.
“Harry I want you to unbuckle your seatbelt then lean forward,” Charlie said taking off his own so he could lift him over the seats.
“Ok,” Harry said quickly doing it, before he was lifted up and sitting next to Charlie.
“Bill wake up, I need you to move for a minute,” Charlie said as Arthur started to pull into the rest area.
“Why, are we there already?” Bill asked sitting up a bit and blinking the sleep out his eyes.
“No, we gotta get out though,” Charlie said turning to check on Harry again.
“Where we going then,” he asked yawning widely.
“Harry needs the loo, like now. Open the door quick Bill,” Charlie said quietly.
For his part Harry was rocking animatedly in his seat, not really paying attention to anyone else but his now pulsing bladder. He could feel a spurt trying to make its way out, but he held himself tighter so he wouldn’t leak again. He didn’t want to ruin the day before it hadn’t even started yet.
Bill quickly opened the door having heard that, and jumped out before turning around to let his brother out and see how Harry was holding up.
Harry climbed out the van slowly before doubling over as tears sprung into his eyes. He clenched his thighs together as both his hands squeezed himself tightly. As the spasm passed he stood back up, and removed one hand before looking at the two red heads in front of him.
“Right, come on then,” Charlie said reaching for his hand automatically.
Harry latched on tightly as Charlie led the way towards the toilets. He moaned and stiffened before stopping a second later as he felt his boxers dampen. He stood stock still both hands holding his crotch as he bent over trying to contain the flood.
“Shit…Harry come on kid, we’re almost there,” Charlie said pulling on his arm as he tried to get Harry to move again.
“It’s starting to come out,” Harry whispered tearfully, too scared to move at this point for fear of more leaking out.
“You can do it Harry, just try,” Charlie urged him.
“Merlin Charlie, just pick him up already,” Bill finally spoke, trying to keep the frustration out of his tone, wondering why his brother hadn’t done that sooner.
Harry didn’t say anything but nodded in agreement with Bill, as a few tears fell down his face.
“Just hold on about a minute more Harry,” Charlie said before picking him up quickly and sprinting towards the loo.
“Hurry, Hurry please,” Harry whimpered as a he as he squirmed in Charlie’s arms as he lost a few more spurts into his boxers.
Harry could feel them already soaked through, but was too afraid to look to see if it showed through on his trousers. He was terrified that Charlie would feel it on his hands and know that he was peeing on himself.
Meanwhile Bill, who watched Charlie run off to the toilets with Harry; thought since they had stopped at a rest area he should head back to the car to check on Ginny and wake her up and see if she needed to go. He was also hoping that she hadn’t wet too. He quickly hurried back into the van and very carefully made his way to the back. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was dry but she was moving around quite a bit.
“Gin-Gin, wake up sweetie,” he whispered softly, as he gently shook her shoulder.
“Whazzit?” She mumbled tiredly, as she opened her bleary eyes to look at her brother.
“Come use the loo,” Bill replied quietly.
“Ok,” she replied sleepily, she had felt her bladder quite clearly when she sat up. She reached her arms up to him to grab her.
Bill shook his head in amusement before picking up his little sister and getting out the van. He walked quickly to the toilet, trying to keep her awake. He frowned as he came to the toilets, the men’s loo had a line, and he sighed gratefully when Charlie and Harry went to the front of it.
“Gin-Gin, go in and use it, I’ll be right here by the door,” Bill said setting her down by the door.
Ginny nodded before walking through the door and heading into a stall.
Bill waited anxiously for her, very grateful that it didn’t seem to be a lot of women who needed the loo. He wouldn’t hesitate to go in there if Ginny needed him.
"Almost there, hold it a few more seconds," Charlie said sighing in relief when he saw the men’s sign for the toilet.
"I can’t its coming out right not, let me down Charlie," Harry said pulling at his trousers frantically and trying to squirm out of his arm. If he peed on Charlie he would be so humiliated.
Charlie said nothing in response to that, though he held him tighter as he burst through the door. He groaned loudly in frustration, turning a few heads in their direction, as he saw the line and he knew that Harry couldn’t hold it that long.
"You and your little brother can go before me if you like. The little one looks likes he busting," a man in line said kindly.
"That’s cuz I am," Harry said sniffling as he leaked a bit more.
He didn’t say anything else as he was jostled around in Charlie’s arms. Harry was dribbling pee steadily by this point when finally a stall opened. He was set down in front of the toilet as his buckles on his clothes suddenly disappeared in thin air. He ignored that in favor of pulling his underwear down and peeing into the toilet. It felt great to be going even though only half of it ended up in the toilet. The rest had completely soaked his boxers and his trousers to about mid-knee.
"Feel better kid?" Charlie asked gently, one hand over his thumping heart.
"Yes, but I didn’t make it fully," Harry said as he flushed the toilet. He was already sniffling piteously as he surveyed the damage done to his clothes.
"What do you mean?" Charlie asked softly.
"Look at me, what am I gonna do?" Harry said crying softly as he turned to face Charlie in embarrassment. He never had to ask that question with Snape, the man just knew what to do.
Charlie winced before looking up at Harry who was crying. He tapped his wand against his arm, though technically his mum had said no magic today, she wasn’t here at the moment.
“Hey Harry, can you keep a secret mate?” Charlie asked quietly.
“Uh huh,” Harry said sniffling pathetically as he stared at his shoes.
“I’m gonna spell you clean, and then hit you with a refreshing charm. Just promise me you won’t tell mum alright?” Charlie explained quietly.
“I promise,” Harry said miserably as he looked at his trousers.
Charlie quickly spelled him clean and threw a gentle cleaning charm at his face to wipe up his tears and the redness that showed he had been crying.
“Thanks Charlie,” Harry replied appreciatively, before beaming at the older male.
“No problem Harry, let’s go,” Charlie responded as he ruffled Harry’s hair before opening the stall and leaving.
“What’s Bill doing?” Harry asked as they walked over to the redhead who was leaning against the wall by the women’s loo.
“He’s waiting for Ginny,” Charlie said, when just at that moment the girl in question walked out.
“Hi Ginny,” Harry said smiling shyly.
“Hi Harry, guess what Dad says we’re almost there,” she said excitedly as they all started walking back to the van.
“Awesome, do you know where we’re going?” Harry asked.
“Nope, I only know that part because mum woke up and asked dad how long it would be.” Ginny said proudly.
“Cool, I wonder if Ron is still asleep,” Harry murmured out loud.
“What do you think?” She asked smirking at him.
Harry blushed slightly for a moment, and smiled. Of course Ron was asleep, he could sleep through anything. He and Ginny raced back to the van making sure to keep Bill and Charlie in their sights. |
If I had of been on any site but this one, I would have felt really, really wierd for having so many omo scenes in these past few chapters. Then again I did warn you and say that it was gonna be here for a bit more then it had been lol.. Anyways since I'm not I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as much as the rest of them.
Chapter 47
Ginny and Harry talked excitedly the whole way there and as they got closer their eyes widened as they saw the place they were going to. Harry grinned brightly as he looked at her. This was gonna be so much fun. They arrived at the park 20 minutes later, and Harry grinned at the name Cornwall’s Crealy Devon Adventure Park. He was so excited and he turned around to wake up Ron.
"Get up mate we're here," Harry said shaking his shoulder.
"Whazzit,” Ron mumbled not even opening his eyes.
"Try this Harry. Ron, Charlie's eating all your food off your plate," Fred called out, covering his ears a second later.
"Mum; don’t let him eat my food!" Ron yelled loudly as he instantly jerked up, hitting his head on the ceiling of the car.
"Ronald dear, they were kidding," Molly soothed; she knew how youngest son could be.
Harry laughed at his mate’s disgruntled expression at having been tricked.
Molly figured that the kids would want to split up to do different things. Percy was gonna be with the twins, Bill is with Ginny, and Charlie has the boys.
"Can we stay with Charlie, Bill?" Ginny asked her brother, she knew that she would have more fun if they were all together.
"Please Bill?" Harry asked, having caught on to her train of thought.
"Of course we can," Bill said looking at Charlie, not minding in the least.
After the group arrangements, Molly tells them all that since it is 10:00am, they will have lunch at 2:00pm and everyone will meet at the same place. Harry smiles as Charlie grabs his and Ron's hand as the crowd around the entrance is huge and quite daunting. Everyone soon separated into their groups and the fun can begin.
"Can we get on Maximus first?" Harry asked as he looks through the park map.
"How about this; everyone will have a turn. We'll start with Harry, Ginny, and Ron and then it'll start over unless Bill and I want to do something ok?" Charlie said to the kids.
"Ok," they all replied as they headed for the first ride.
As they walked Charlie smiled at what beautiful day this was gonna be, the sun was shining bright. As he passed a few food carts, he frowned, before looking over at Bill.
"What is it?" Bill asked quietly, at Charlie's look.
"It’s kind of hot today, I don’t want them to get dehydrated ya know?" Charlie said shaking his head.
"And they won’t, thanks for reminding me." Bill said halting the group for a moment.
"Everyone needs to drink a bottle of water. You do not have to drink it all at this second but we don’t want you to get sick ok?" Charlie said pulling out his money. He was grateful that he and Bill had stopped at Gringotts yesterday to exchange currency beforehand.
Harry nodded having had to deal with this from Snape, reached into the pouch around his neck for his money.
"Harry what is this?" Bill asked as Harry held out a 5 pound note to him.
"My money for my water," Harry said a bit confused.
"We have enough to get your water Harry," Bill said quietly.
"I know but I wanna pay for my own," he replied voice trying to stop his voice from taking on a distressed tone.
"Kid, put your money away," Charlie said softly.
"But I'm not supposed to let you..." Harry trailed off as he blinked away the sudden tears.
He didn’t want them to spend money on him, he had his own. He didn’t feel right allowing his friends family to pay for him, especially since they were short on cash and he wasn’t.
"Keep it Harry, that way you and Ron can have some for arcade games alright?" Bill said smiling, having seen the rapid blinking in Harry's eyes.
Ron looked at Harry curiously whose green eyes were a bit too shiny for his taste.
"Its ok mate, I have money too and they won’t let me spend it either." Ron said quietly.
Harry smiled a bit at Ron as he crumpled the note in his hand, he didn’t understand why they felt like they had to pay for it. He gave a soft reply of thanks when he was handed a water bottle. Harry drank it deeply trying to rid his throat of that lump that was making it hard for him to swallow. He was grateful when they came to the ride; and he and Ron grabbed Ginny's hand as they walked over to the line.
"What the hell was that about?" Charlie asked Bill as the kids headed towards the roller coaster.
"He's uncomfortable about us spending money on him." Bill said simply as he watched them wait in line.
Charlie nodded that he understood that, but didn’t comment on it. He knew exactly what Harry was trying to do. He realized a second later that the kids had an odd number before speaking to Bill as he kept his eyes on the kids.
“One of us should ride with them; otherwise one of them is going to ride alone.” Charlie said noticing that this coaster was two seats in one row.
“We’ll all ride, I don’t mind being the odd one out,” Bill said as they headed for the line.
Ron was talking excitedly to Harry and Ginny when they got off the ride. The rollercoaster was wicked and he had a blast. He was so excited he wasn’t paying attention to his body and he should have since his brain was desperately trying to alert him. As they took a breather and stood in line for the next ride, it all seemed to hit him at once and his hands immediately grabbed for his crotch.
Trying to see how far they were from the front, he groaned he didn’t think he could wait that long. He hadn’t gone since he woke up that morning having slept through the rest stop. He shuffled his feet a moment, not liking this feeling in the slightest. He had gotten so quiet that Ginny and Harry was looking at him a bit strangely.
"Ron; are you ok mate?" Harry asked concern all in his voice.
Ron nodded his head but didn’t verbally reply, trying to wait for Bill and Charlie's conversation to have a break.
"Charlie, I gotta use the toilet," Ron said turning to his brother
"Ok we'll go right after this ride alright," Charlie replied, not understanding that Ron meant right at that very moment.
"No Charlie, I gotta use the toilet right now." Ron explained, trying not to let his voice whine, but his situation was getting more urgent.
"When did you last go Ron?" Bill asked quietly.
"This morning, when you were in there," Ron whimpered softly, trying not to hold himself again.
"Oh shit, Charlie go and take him now. He didn’t go when we stopped like Ginny and Harry did." Bill said to his brother, understanding the situation quite clearly now.
"Come on Ron," Charlie said putting his arm around his brother's shoulder before leading him out of the line.
He wasn’t taking any chances today, especially after what he went through with Harry. As they finally got out of line, he stopped so he could take out his park map to see where the closest toilets were located at.
Ron tried to wait patiently, but standing still was torture and he didn’t want to disgrace himself. He allowed himself to step from side to side, pacing if you will as he waited for his brother.
"Charlie," Ron whined before holding himself quickly as a spurt tried to come out. He could feel it trying to make its way through his firm grip on himself.
"I know Ron; I just don’t know where the loo is. Just give me a moment," Charlie said sighing in relief as someone in a park uniform walked by and he quickly stopped them.
Ron by the time had his eyes scrunched tight while he had himself in a death grip. He was too desperate to be embarrassed that he was holding himself like a little kid. He sniffled as the desperation seemed to hit him again and the spurt splashed through the front side of his boxers and he felt it dribbling down his leg.
"Charlie...bloody...it’s...coming...out," Ron stammered as his eyes stung with tears.
"I know Ron, let’s go." Charlie said ignoring the language at the moment as he winced at his admission before leading his brother quickly to the nearest loo. Thankfully the line wasn’t that long and though Charlie tried to give Ron encouraging words he was gonna lose the battle if he didn’t go and soon.
A urinal finally opened up and Ron made a beeline for it, unbuckling and unzipping on the way. He pulled himself out of his damp boxers and aimed it at the porcelain. He sighed in obvious relief as it poured out of him. His shoulders sagged as he went, feeling better immediately.
Charlie relaxed as he saw Ron make it before deciding since he was here to; he could relieve himself as well. When they had finished they washed their hands and made their way out the loo.
Ron tried hard to ignore his damp boxers, and he was quiet still a bit shaken up about his almost accident.
Charlie looked down at his little brother worriedly, Ron was a chatterbox but he wasn’t talking at all. What the hell?
"Ron; are you feeling ok?" Charlie asked tugging his brother to a stop so he could look him in the eye.
"I almost didn’t make it, I didn’t like that feeling at all," Ron replied softly, visibly upset at what almost happened.
"I know you didn’t mate, next time I'll make sure to scope out the loos for ya beforehand ok?" Charlie said apologetically as he ruffled the other's hair.
"Alright, I guess that’s ok," Ron replied softly, still feeling a bit vulnerable and scared.
"By the way, you'd better not let mum hear you swear, or she'd swat you good." Charlie warned his little brother.
"It slipped?" Ron said wincing as he thought of what his mum would do him.
"Well make sure it doesn’t slip again. Now let’s go if we hurry they might still be in line." Charlie said as they jogged back towards the ride.
They sighed in relief when he they saw that they had just made it in time. Everyone quickly piled on the ride and off they went.
Harry laughed with Ginny and Ron as they got off the coaster. While he had loved going to a theme park with Snape, going with his mates was something new and a lot more fun in a different way.
As the kids talked Bill and Charlie kept note of the time and who was drinking their water like they were supposed to. Though they glanced over at the kids every time they passed a loo, they never asked. Bill was sure that they were old enough to let one of them know. Charlie knew how shy Harry could be when it came to it so he tried to keep an eye out for any strange behavior. |
I'm supposed to be sleep, but thankfully I dont have class on Friday, so like usual I'm not. This chapter is for Ishigreensa, he really wanted a Ginny scene, so I figured why the hell not. I hope you like it, and if you dont; I dont really care to know. Harry’s feelings for Ginny are platonic, I’m horrible at pairings…and anyways their too young. If anything, this is ‘puppy love’.
Chapter 48
They were now standing in line for the last ride before they would meet their parents for lunch. Ginny was starting to feel the effects of her water; she had long since drained her bottle and in fact had been given another one. She sighed softly as she became more and more aware of the pressure in her lower stomach. Ginny didn’t say anything though, not wanting to miss this ride. She knew she could always tell Bill or her mum later when they all sat down for lunch. Growing up in a house full of brothers had never bothered her in the slightest, so she wasn’t embarrassed about them knowing when she needed the loo.
The fact that Harry was here, and she kind of liked him, made everything different. She didn’t want him to look at her strange when she announced that she had to go, so she just decided to wait until they got to lunch. Thankfully the line seemed to move somewhat quickly and she didn’t have to stand there dancing in place. She knew that Bill would know automatically and she knew he would want her to go immediately. Ginny shook her head, she loved Bill the most, but he always treated her like a baby; even if she technically was the youngest of them all.
If she was being honest she didn’t mind it, but she didn’t want him to do it front of Harry. She smiled a painful smile as they finally got on the ride, and she squirmed in her seat, as the lap brace pushed against her already full tummy. She found herself whimpering before she could stifle it and Charlie turned to look at her in concern.
“What’s wrong Ginny?” He asked softly, trying to see if something was hurting her.
“The bar is kind of tight,” she replied honestly.
“I know, but it has to be that way. You want to be safe don’t you?” Charlie said gently.
“Yes I do,” she replied before sighing and turning back around.
As the ride started up the hill, she realized just how hard this was going to be to hold it all in, and she whimpered again. Only this time when she did it, she was grateful that Charlie couldn’t hear it over the sound of the ride. As the coaster dropped on the first hill, she forgot all about her bladder as she enjoyed the ride.
Bill made sure they had all the kids as they walked out the exit of the ride. That last one was very fun, and he hoped that they would have enough time to come back; sometime after lunch to ride it again.
“Where are we eating anyway?” Ron asked as he rubbed his growling stomach.
“At a picnic area in front of the park, mum made lunch.” Charlie answered, knowing that it would have cost his parents way too much money to eat here with everyone.
“Will we still get to buy treats here?” Harry asked softly, unsure of he could or not. Snape let him get a lot of things, but he didn’t want him mate to feel bad if they didn’t have enough for sweets.
“Of course you can Harry, just after lunch.” Bill said wanting to prevent an incident like the one they had earlier.
“Oh good, Ron there’s something that you have to help me eat,” Harry said excitedly, knowing his friend never said no to free food.
“What is it Harry?” Ron asked eyes already sparkling happily at the thought himself.
“It’s a surprise, but Ginny can help us eat it too,” Harry said turning around and smiling shyly at the quiet girl.
As he watched her blush, he suddenly noticed her tense up a bit. He looked at her closely, not sure if she was feeling ok or not, but not wanting to bring attention to it. He himself knew firsthand how annoying that could be. As the group started walking back towards the entrance which was also the exit; he walked with her while Bill and Charlie and Ron talked about the different types of muggle treats. Out of impulse he grabbed her hand, knowing that always made him feel better when Snape did it to him.
“Are you ok Ginny?” Harry asked worry etched across his face.
“I’m fine Harry,” she squeaked, before blushing bright red, as her bladder alerted her brain that she most certainly was not fine.
“Then what’s wrong?” He asked softly, knowing that something was indeed wrong with her. He could tell by her face, he just didn’t know what it was.
“Nothing Harry, I’m good,” Ginny replied as her free hand not holding his; unconsciously started to creep towards up her thigh.
Harry let his questions go for the moment hoping she was more like him. If the situation got too bad whatever it was, he usually tended to come clean. He relished in the warm feeling he got from their intertwined hands. He shook his head; he didn’t like her like that. If anything she was just his friend who was a girl, like Hermione.
Charlie turned around when he realized that he had only heard Ron speaking for a while. He had a mini heart attack until he saw that Harry and Ginny were a few paces behind them holding hands and swinging their arms. He frowned for a moment, not liking that situation in the least. She was his youngest sibling; and his baby sister. Before he could do anything, he saw Ginny take her finger stick it in her mouth before sticking it in Harry’s unprotected ear. He laughed out loud at that before elbowing Bill to turn around and look.
Harry was looking at some of the chocolates they were passing and his stomach was growling in anticipation. He was so into the sweets that he wasn’t paying any attention to Ginny who was asking him something, that it until he felt something wet in his ear.
“Eww, Eww, oh gross! What is this? What did you do?” Harry yelled snatching his hand from hers as he immediately tried to get the stuff out of his ear with his shirt.
Ginny grinned widely, before nodding her head, which would teach him not to ignore her. She refrained from laughing though she couldn’t say that her brothers did the same.
“Seriously what was that?” Harry asked as he wiped his ear out in disgust.
“A wet willy,” Ginny said smugly.
“You put your spit in my ear?” Harry asked in a horrified tone, before turning to Bill in shock.
“That was gross Gin-Gin, what did poor Harry do to you?” Bill asked still chuckling, only this time at Harry’s expression of horror and Ginny’s smirk.
“He was ignoring me,” she said simply as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Why had everyone stopped, she couldn’t make her body be still. She walked towards Bill quickly, intending on telling him in private of her need.
“Here you go Harry, just wash it out with this,” Charlie said holding out his water.
Harry smiled gratefully before pouring some water in his ear. He knew what a wet willy was thanks to Dudley, though he couldn’t understand why Ginny would do that to him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust again; he didn’t think he wanted to hold her hand again anytime soon. He gave Ginny and evil look before he resumed walking with Ron, wanting to stay far away from her.
“Alright guys we gotta hurry, its 1:54pm, and you know how mum hates it if your late to eat,” Charlie said grabbing both of the boy’s hand and quickly speeding up the pace.
Ginny felt kind of bad, when she saw Harry move to walk with Ron; but her full bladder nudged her and she forgot all about how he might be feeling. As they got closer to the entrance, she saw the line for the toilets and her eyes bugged out slightly. They were really long, and she knew they didn’t have a lot of time at the moment. She sighed as Bill grabbed her hand to pull her along faster, she could always go later right?
They made it to the picnic table, a few minutes over but they weren’t the last ones there. Percy and the twins were just behind them. Everyone had a smile on their face, so it seemed like they all had enjoyed themselves so far.
“Have you guys checked out the indoor rides and stuff?” Fred as asked he took a bite of his sandwich.
“No we’ve only done all the outside rides so far,” Ron replied.
“Try to do the inside stuff next, it’s awesome.” Percy put in before George could.
Ginny watched comically as the group turned to look at her straitlaced brother, who didn’t look the least bit ashamed in the slightest.
“It was fun,” he said before finally blushing and looking down at his food.
“Don’t let them make you feel bad Perce, it was fun,” George agreed happily as he ate his lunch.
“Can we check that after Bill?” Ginny asked, as her hips unconsciously gyrating in her seat.
Her legs were already crossed but her excitement was starting to overrule her bladder and she was actively ignoring it. They didn’t think anything of her behavior since the other children were nearly jumping out their seats as well. As she finished the last of her pumpkin juice she stiffened closed her eyes as she lost a spurt in her underwear. Her hand automatically came from the tabletop to her lap, as she held herself.
Ginny was terrified at the moment, though she was thankful that no one had been paying her any attention or at least not any that she could see. As they started packing up the leftovers everyone started to get up; and she slowly pulled her leg back so she could get off the bench. As she widened her legs, another spurt trickled out, and she automatically looked down, trying to see if it showed. She could see a small wet spot the size of a quarter on the crotch area of her jean shorts and she quickly lifted her other leg; not wanting anyone to be able to see it.
Ginny fanned her legs quickly trying to gain control so she could stand up, as her brothers and Harry all started to get up. She finally gain enough and stood up slowly before making her way to Bill as quick as she could. She was gnawing on her lip quite anxiously, as she waited for him to stop talking to her dad. She sighed in relief when he turned around and looked at her in question.
“What’s the matter Gin-Gin?” Bill asked softly as they started walking away from the lunch area. He could see the worry all on her face, which was now starting to get quite red if he was being honest.
“I have to use the loo Bill,” Ginny breathed out as her bladder painfully contracted and she was resorted to holding herself, right then and there. She was happy that they had walked a ways away from their parents.
“Oh Gin, how bad do you really have to go?” Bill said dreading the answer as he saw her hold herself.
“I really, really gotta go Bill,” Ginny said honestly, as she squirmed in place.
“Why did you wait so long Gin-Gin?” Bill said grabbing her free hand as he tried to speed up their pace.
“We were eating and I forgotten about it until I stood up,” she explained softly, before looking down as some of it dribbled down her thigh and leg. She gripped herself tighter, trying to keep up with Bill but his pace was making her bladder contract a lot.
“Charlie, we’ll meet you guys inside,” Bill said as they swiftly walked passed them.
“Why, where are you guys going?” Charlie called out.
“Bill slow down your making it come out faster,” Ginny cried, as she stopped suddenly and bent over; her hands deep in her crotch.
Charlie’s eyes widen as he looked up at his sister position, already knowing what was going on.
“Hey guys, let check the map and see what to do next.” He said standing in front of them as he opened the map, trying to save Ginny a bit of dignity.
“Yea, I wanna see what the twins were talking about,” Ron said excitedly.
Harry nodded happily as Charlie took out the map, but he was still able to see Ginny from where he was standing. His eyes widened as big as saucers before blushing and turning his eyes to the ground. She looked like she really needed the loo.
"We need to hurry Gin-Gin," Bill said grimacing at her posture.
"I can’t walk that fast," Ginny replied sniffling softly as her eyes filled with tears. She could feel her underwear getting soaked and the warm wetness down her legs.
"I got you," Bill said as he bent down to pick his sister up, feeling her wet shorts and sighing softly.
Ginny buried her head in his shoulder as the tears seeped through he closed eye lids. She knew she was ruining the day.
"I'm sorry Bill," she whimpered as her bladder jolted and she lost a bit more.
"It’s ok Gin, just try really hard to hold it ok," Bill said feeling the liquid drip through his hands. He wasn’t worried about it getting on him; he just didn’t want her to be embarrassed.
"I’m trying, I really am Bill. I just gotta go really, really bad," she said wiping her face on his shirt.
Bill didn’t say anything to that as he quickly made his way to the toilets. The lines were atrocious and he swore loudly attracting quite a few stares. He continued walking hoping he could find another one soon. As he turned a corner he stopped as Ginny started squirming around in his arms.
"Let me down, let me down." Ginny said frantically as her bladder started to release itself.
"Gin-Gin, just wait a few more minutes," Bill said firmly.
"It’s coming out right now Bill, please put me down," Ginny said full blown crying at this point.
Bill nodded before gently setting her on her feet. The minute she touched the pavement it was like a damn broke, and pee was suddenly pouring down her legs.
Ginny kept her head to the ground as she saw the puddle start off small before it quickly grew in size as she continued to wet.
"Oh Ginny," Bill murmured as she wet herself. He sighed before looking around happy to note that there didn’t seem to be a lot of people around them at the moment. Good news there was a toilet a few feet from them; he recognized it as a family toilet and was happy to see that the line was fairly short.
Ginny didn’t say anything as she wet, it all rushed out of her in one big gush. Good thing she had the sense to spread her legs, or her socks and shoes would have been soaked. She wet for what seemed like forever before she finally stopped and looked tearfully at her brother in silence.
"Let’s go get you cleaned up," Bill said softly, as he grabbed her hand and headed for the loo.
They were the only ones in line and he tried to shield her wet state from everyone else. As soon as the door opened, he ushered her in and locked the door behind them.
"I didn’t mean to Bill," Ginny said automatically, when they were alone.
"I know you didn’t, but you held it for way to long. Take off your pack Gin," Bill said gently as he stood by the sink.
Ginny sniffled unhappily as she pulled her backpack off and handed it to him. She looked at the floor as she heard him unzipping it and pulling out her extra pair of clothes. Ginny couldn’t stop the tears that fell silently down her face. She was 12 years old, way to old to do this. She knew that Ron and Harry would know that she had an accident because of the different clothes.
“What’s the matter Gin?” Bill asked as he sat her down on the closed seat and took off her shoes. He knew that she was clearly upset about her accident, but he wanted to know what brought on this wave of new tears.
“Ron and Harry are gonna know,” she whimpered pitifully out.
“No they won’t, and if they do somehow know, they aren’t going to tease you.” Bill said firmly.
G
inny nodded and allowed her brother to change her into dry clothes, too caught up in her mortification of her accident to notice much else.
When Bill had wrapped her wet clothes and tied them in a plastic bag, put them in the pack and set it on his own back. Wiping her face clean from tears he grabbed her and lifted her on his hip before making his way out the loo.
Ginny sighed as they started walking back towards where they had last seen the boys, she didn’t wanna face any of them but knew that was inevitable. Laying her head on her brother’s shoulder she closed her eyes, not in the mood to say anything. |
Alright I figured you guys were curious to know when it returns to Snape and Harry time, because I was. I miss Sev. Anyways Chapter 53 Harry returns home, they get their time together and what not. By the way I still have NO type of idea when I'm gonna end this, the ideas keep coming. Sigh, oh well on to the story and back to the male omo.
Chapter 49
“There they are,” Harry said pointing at a man carrying a small girl in his arms.
Though he knew it was rude to point Harry kept his finger up, so Ron and Charlie could see Bill and Ginny. He looked as Bill got closer, and he winced for a moment. Ginny hadn’t been wearing black jean shorts when she went to the loo, but she was now. He looked at the ground, feeling bad for her, but thanking Merlin that it wasn’t him.
“What’s wrong with Ginny?” Ron asked when the group was finally together again.
“She’s feeling a bit hot, which is why I told you all to drink enough water. We’re gonna go check out the indoor play area the twins were talking about since its cooler in there.” Bill said looking subtly at Charlie.
“Sounds like a plan,” Charlie agreed as they all headed in the general direction of the Adventure Zone.
The day passed by fairly quickly, almost to Harry like it was only a few minutes that they started having fun when it was time to leave. At the moment they were all walking back towards the exit, but Bill and Charlie had promised that they would each get to buy a few treats for the ride home. Harry was happy that Ginny wasn’t sulking or whatever it was she was doing earlier. Usually after his accidents, he was right as rain about 10 minutes later. He wrinkled his nose before shrugging; maybe it was a girl thing.
As they walked by the sweets row of stores to check out what they might Harry had noticed that his bladder was just a bit too full for his likening. He subtly looked around, trying to see if they were near a loo but couldn’t really tell due to the mass of crowds going in the same direction as them. As Charlie allowed him and Ron to go check out the rest of the shop on their own he saw his chance. He wasn’t that embarrassed to let Ron know he had to go, because he had lived with Ron in a dorm. He just preferred not to tell anyone, but unless he wanted another instance like this morning he knew he had to speak up.
“Ron; can I talk to you for a second?” Harry asked while Ron was sampling the different types of muggle sweets.
“What is it mate?” Ron replied not turning around to look at him.
“Could you ask Charlie if we could maybe stop at a loo on the way to the car? I didn’t get a chance to go yet,” Harry said bouncing on his feet. Just addressing that he needed to use it was making his urge a bit more urgent then he originally thought it was.
“Umm, why can’t you just ask him Harry?” Ron asked confused at the moment.
“Because he’s your brother, besides; what if he doesn’t believe me?” Harry whispered, resisting the urge to hold himself at the moment. Standing still was doing nothing to help his current situation; it was in fact making it a lot worse.
“He wouldn’t do that, and anyway you could ask Bill,” Ron said pointedly before going back to his treat bag.
“No it’s…its ok, I actually don’t have to go anymore,” Harry said quickly before walking away to pick out his own treats.
Ron watched his friend walk away in suspicion, knowing that you didn’t suddenly not have to go that quick. He kept an eye on Harry as he picked his sweets and he was rewarded with the tell-tale dance of someone in urgent need of the toilet. Ron sighed, before shaking his head, planning on saying something to one of his brothers as soon as they got out of the shop. As they passed a toilet, that didn’t seemed to have that long of a line, Ron immediately looked to Harry and saw his eyes glanced in that direction and back to Charlie, but he didn’t say anything. He could see quite clearly that the situation with Harry was getting very serious. He didn’t want his best mate to feel like he did earlier today, he hated that feeling himself.
Harry was walking behind the Weasleys, only Ron was next to him somewhat, which was why he hoped they couldn’t see him. He was frantic with desperation as he gripped himself with one hand and tried to hold his incoming flood back. His eyes were watering, wishing that Snape was here, he would know by now that Harry was nearly busting. He shook his head from side to side, as they passed yet another loo. He knew he wasn’t gonna make it all the way back to the house; he wasn’t even sure if he could make it to the car.
Ron frowned, as he glanced back over at Harry. His green eyes were kinda bright, and he quickly reached for one of his brothers, not caring which one.
“Stop,” Ron called as he tugged on his arm.
“What is it Ron, did you drop a sweet or something?” Bill asked turning around to look at his little brother’s face.
Charlie laughed as he plucked a sweet from Ginny’s bag, as she lay sleeping on his shoulder. She would never know that he had taken one or not.
“I’m not joking; Harry needs the toilet like now,” Ron announced to the group; turning around to check on his mate who was now holding himself. Ron’s blue eyes met Harry’s alarmed green ones.
“Ron,” Harry yelled, blushing brightly, as he caught Bill’s eye before looking at his ground.
Bill took in the boy’s obvious predicament, though Harry had yelled at Ron, Bill had noticed something else. Harry didn’t remove his hand from his crotch, nor did he deny it. He looked around, seeing the toilet they had just passed a little ways back, line still fairly manageable.
“I’ll take him Charlie, and we’ll catch up with you guys,” Bill said gesturing for Harry to come on.
Harry was humiliated that Ron would yell that out like that, only grateful that Ginny just happened to be asleep at the moment. He blushed red as he followed Bill slowly, why did Ron have to yell it out like that? He felt so ashamed that he couldn’t just tell them of his need himself. He sighed angrily; that was the last time he asked Ron for help on that front.
“Why didn’t you say something Harry?” Bill asked as they stood in line. Well he stood in line, Harry bounced and squirmed around.
“We were leaving and I thought that we would stop for a last toilet break,” Harry replied honestly, Snape tended to do that exact thing.
“I understand, but if you needed it sooner don’t be afraid to ask. After all you don’t want any more close accidents like earlier,” Bill said referring to the rest stop and not that early morning.
Harry was beyond mortified that the older boy would bring that up, and he hunched his shoulders into himself. He thought that Bill was making a joke of what he did in front of the toilet door. He just wanted to be at home, he had fun and all but right now he would rather be with Snape. Harry kept his gaze to the ground; Snape had never made fun of him for not being able to speak up. He always told him it wasn’t his fault, but the Durselys. For the first time Harry wondered, if there might just be something wrong with him.
Bill had noticed how quiet Harry had gotten but shrugged it off as the line moved quickly along. As they walking into the loo, Bill quickly steered him into an opened stall and locked the door behind them. He leaned against the wall, giving Harry space to take care of business.
Harry rushed over to the toilet, his inner turmoil taking a backseat as he caught sight of the actual toilet. He stood in front of it for a second before taking off his pack and handing it to Bill before working on his trouser button. He jumped up and down for a moment determined to get it done by his self and without asking for help. After all he had done it once at home, so he knew he could do it again. He groaned to himself as he struggled to undo his trousers, but his pride wouldn’t let him ask the man who he had thought just teased him.
Bill looked down curiously when a few minutes went by and he didn’t hear the sound of water on water. He looked at Harry who seemed in to be struggling with his belt or something.
“Harry do you need help?” Bill asked gently.
“No thank you, I got it.” Harry replied politely, even though he knew he didn’t. He wished that he had spoken up and told Charlie of his need. He didn’t wanna annoy Bill; he didn’t like getting scolded by him.
“You sure about that kid, you look like you need help to me.” Bill replied pointedly.
“I got it; though actually I don’t think I need to go anymore.” Harry said as he forced himself to walk away from the toilet and towards the stall door. He was promptly blocked by Bill who was looking at him in confusion and disbelief.
“No idea why you’re lying to me Harry, nor why you won’t let me help you. But we aren’t leaving from this stall until you at least try to go.” Bill said firmly, arms crossing in reflex.
“But I don’t have to anymore,” Harry denied loudly even as his knees bent awkwardly together. His bladder having not liked the shock of him nearly screaming in the least; he moaned and bent at the waist.
“Oh Merlin, you’re standing there about to pee yourself and you’re still trying to convince me that you don’t have to go anymore?” Bill said exasperatedly before gently lifting the boy and shuffling him back towards the toilet.
Harry didn’t say anything as he held himself tightly before turning his anguished face to Bill's.
"I'm sorry, please don’t tease me again," Harry said sniffling already as his eyes filled with tears.
"Hey, no tears kid, let me just undo your trousers alright? And when did I tease..., never mind we'll discuss that later," Bill said before quickly turning the stubborn child to face him. He was able to undo the belt and button with ease, even with Harry holding himself so securely. Pulling his shorts down he turned Harry towards the bowl and was rewarded about a second later with liquid hitting water; quite forcibly.
Harry moaned audibly in relief as he emptied his bladder forgetting for the moment that he wasn’t alone. His shoulders sagged as he peed, feeling quite giddy to the point where he felt himself sway a bit from the relief but didn’t fall thanks to a hand on his shoulder. When he was done he tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled his shorts up. Flushing he grabbed his pack signaling to Bill that he was ready to go. Washing his hands, they headed outside, starting to walk the direction of the exit. Harry didn’t say anything as they walked, occasionally scuffing his shoe on the pavement.
Bill, who had been relatively quiet since he freed Harry from his shorts, finally spoke.
"Earlier you said I teased you, what did you mean?" Bill asked softly.
"You said that since I held it too long, I'm probably gonna end up with another accident like earlier." Harry said shaking the tears away as they registered the hurt once again.
"But that’s true Harry, if you wait too long to tell someone you need to go." Bill said gently.
"It wasn’t my fault though; I had woken up like that. And you were in the toilet and I couldn’t wait." Harry explained tearfully.
"Not what I was talking about kid, not at all. I'm well aware that was an accident," Bill said, understanding now why Harry refused his help in the loo.
"Then what did you mean?" Harry asked wiping a hand across his face.
"At the rest stop today," Bill answered.
"But that wasn’t my fault either. I didn’t mean to fall asleep," Harry said trying to get him to understand, which he thankfully did.
"You fell asleep in the car, I remember and you woke up dry. I had forgotten for a moment why that was so important," Bill said apologetically.
"It’s ok," Harry said softly.
"It’s not kid, you couldn’t help it anymore then Ginny could. I’m sorry I made you feel that way Harry," Bill said.
"Its fine;" Harry replied yawning as he tiredly leaned his head on Bill as they walked.
"Come on lets go catch up to them," Bill said reaching down to pick him up before heading for his siblings |
So when I posted earlier, I clearly was out of it, I posted chapter 51 before I even posted 50...oops so here is 50 and apologies, my bad. I just really wanna hury up and get to chapter 53, is all, so I may post a bit more to get there quicker. Yay!! Ok on to the story lol
Chapter 50
By the time Bill and Charlie's group had arrived at the van, Ginny and Harry were both asleep and Ron was damn near there. Not sure how they were gonna get the youngest ones back in their seats without waking them up, Molly told Fred, George and Percy to take their seats. The van had 4 rows in the back, and 2 seats up front. One entire row was dedicated to their food items and bags, which left enough room for one to sit comfortably. After Ron was seated, Bill laid Harry down next to Charlie who did the same to him with Ginny. After they were all nestled and buckled in his dad started the car and they were on their way home.
"Hey dad, before we hit the roadway, could we stop at a muggle store?" Bill asked quietly, as he looked down at his sister.
"What do you need to get Bill?" Molly asked softly.
"Something to help Ginny at night," he said pointedly, knowing they understood.
"How will it help her?" Arthur asked confused.
"Maybe you should talk to Professor Snape," Bill said quietly, knowing the man understood it more than he did. After all he only knew what Harry had told him which wasn’t much; considering the boy had been upset at the time.
After the quick stop at a muggle store, and a few awkward questions later they were once again on their way. Bill was grateful that he had thought to slip one on his sister immediately because he could see her squirming around in her seat, preparing for the inevitable. 15 minutes later her body stilled and she relaxed immensely as he knew she wet the pull up. He glanced over the seat at Harry, reminding Charlie once again to watch him. Though Harry had gone before they left it was still a 3 hour drive until home. He turned around to check on Ron, who he noted was sleeping peacefully and quite deeply.
Charlie checked on Harry for what must have been the 100th time during the past 2 1/2 hours. He chuckled at his own exaggeration but it sure felt like it. They were only about 30 minutes from home when he felt Harry moving around in his sleep. As he looked at the sleeping boy on his lap; had Bill not warned him he would’ve just thought that Harry was dreaming or something but his face had worry lines in them; and he instantly knew the problem.
"Dad pull over," Charlie said urgently, already shaking Harry awake.
"Charlie, there is no where to get off at. It’s about a half hour more to the house, you can wait." Arthur said calmly.
"Of course I can wait, I don’t have to go. It’s Harry and trust me when I say he won’t be able to wait," Charlie said before looking down at the still sleeping squirming child.
"Harry, wake up now," Charlie said again, shaking him a bit harder. He winced when Harry flinched back but sat up obediently.
"I'm sorry I didn’t mean to," Harry said automatically, his sleepy brain having not registered where he was and who he was with.
"You didn’t do anything kid," Charlie said gently.
"That never stopped them before," Harry said before shaking his head and turning his bleary eyes on his friend's brother.
"Harry, I'm sorry for waking you, but I thought you needed the toilet." Charlie said.
"Oh, I think I do, it feels like...OH!" Harry said before he was suddenly holding himself.
"Dad pull over now," Charlie said again.
"Where Charlie? We are in the middle of nowhere at the moment," Arthur replied gesturing to the fields around them.
"That’s fine; he'll go on the side of road. That doesn’t bother you does it Harry?" Charlie asked as an afterthought.
"No it doesn’t," Harry whimpered out as the car slowed down.
He was quickly unbuckled and plucked from his seat as Charlie carried him away from the car. He didn’t protest when Charlie took it upon himself to undo his shorts, he just relaxed once he was free and peed quickly. He tucked himself back in when he was finished and turned back to Charlie who threw a cleaning charm at his hands.
"How'd you know I had to go?" Harry asked curiously, as they walked back to the van.
"You were moving around too much," Charlie said simply as they got back into the van.
When they arrived at the house, everyone but Ron and Ginny were awake and they were quickly dressed and put to bed. Harry looked at the clock before quickly going to Ron's room and quietly packed his clothes into his pack. After making sure he had everything including Padfoot, he headed downstairs and put his things by the floo.
"Harry dear, did you have a fun time?" Molly asked as she was starting on dinner.
"I had a lot of fun Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied honestly.
"That’s good honey; I want to see if you wanted to spend another night with us." She said gently.
Harry smiled happily at her, kind of wanting to stay but he didn’t have any more pull ups left. He sighed knowing he couldn’t.
"No thank you, I don’t think I can," Harry replied sadly.
"Why do you say that dear? I'm sure Severus won’t mind," Molly answered.
"I don’t have anymore...clothes," Harry stammered out.
"That’s alright dear; I was going to do a load of laundry in a moment. We'll just throw yours in with it," Molly replied.
"Oh ok, that’s fine then. Could I maybe floo over to my dad's so I can let him know?" Harry asked softly, not wanting to go by himself. But he didn’t know how else he was gonna let Snape know he needed some more special underwear.
"Harry dear, I thought you were afraid to floo alone, how in the world are you going to tell him?" Molly asked curiously
Harry blushed and was in the process of stammering out an answer but was luckily saved by Bill.
"I'll go with him mum," Bill said winking at her before gently tugging on Harry's arm.
"Well that’s alright then," she replied before grabbing his pack and heading towards the laundry room.
"Are you really gonna floo with me?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yup, so let’s go," Bill replied taking his hand and the powder and disappearing in the flames.
Harry landed on the stone floor when they arrived, Bill not knowing to grab a hold of him tightly.
"Owww," Harry moaned loudly before looking at his skinned knees in pain.
"Harry you ok?" Bill asked cringing when he saw him stand back up.
The stone floor had not been at all kind to his delicate skin. Harry gingerly got up and was in the process of limping to a chair when Snape appeared wand out, looking murderous. The expression changed in an instant, and it was clear that Bill was the only one who saw the quick change.
"Daddy, I hurt myself," Harry whimpered; wincing in a pain as he stood up straight to show him his skinned knees.
"I see that, Mr. Weasley do take a seat," Severus said calling up a house elf to bring them tea before accioing a few potions.
“It stings,” Harry whined.
“Don’t whine Harry, I know it stings. I’ll fix it up in a moment,” Severus said gently.
Setting Harry on the chair he gently poured some numbing potion on the cuts before putting on the antiseptic. After he was sure it wouldn’t get infected he rubbed some healing potion on it and Harry's knee was as good as new.
Harry rested his head against Snape’s shoulder, having missed this last night. He was already starting to regret having told Mrs. Weasley that he wouldn’t mind staying another night. He grabbed the man’s hand and squeezed it tight, not embarrassed in the slightest to be holding his hand.
"What brings you both here? I thought that I was supposed to pick him up in an hour?" Severus asked Bill, his arm unconsciously coming around Harry's shoulder.
"Well yes but mum asked if Harry wanted to spend another night. He said yes but wanted to make sure it was ok with you," Bill explained swiftly.
"Its fine with me, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm alright?" Severus said turning to look at Harry.
"Ok," Harry nodded.
"So I think that’s it, right?" Bill asked before looking at Harry.
"No I don’t have any more underwear," Harry said blushing as he looked back at Snape.
"Oh, right. Go on and pack 2 more pairs ok," Severus said picking Harry up off the sofa and setting him on the floor.
The minute Harry had disappeared into his room; Severus turned his eyes toward Bill; who he noticed swallowed quite audibly. He smirked at that, still able to entice fear in former students.
“How has he behaved himself, Mr. Weaseley?” Severus asked conversationally.
“Oh uh, yes he has sir. Harry fits in quite nicely with our brood,” Bill answered quickly. As a Gryffindor he knew firsthand how Snape’s attitude could change in an instant, and as old as he was the man still had him feeling like he was a first year.
Severus nodded, happy to see that Harry had kept his promise. Though he was curious about one other thing and he turned his dark gaze back to the red headed man.
“Has he been homesick at all or no?” Severus asked, having noticed the cuddling a few moments prior.
“He has, though I think you should talk to him about it.” Bill replied.
Severus nodded; he would do that tomorrow after he picked Harry up. They would be returning to the Manor tomorrow night.
“Has he been speaking up when he needs the loo?” Severus asked.
Bill scratched his neck and focused his gaze on the wall to the left of his former Professor. Since he was asked that question, he now knew that Harry not speaking up was a normal thing that Snape was clearly trying to fix.
“Well, no sir,” Bill said unable to lie.
“So I take it he’s had an accident?” Severus said sighing softly.
“He had one, but it wasn’t his fault. It was during the middle of the night and I was in the loo, and he was trying to wait for me to finish.” Bill hurriedly explained, not wanting to get Harry in trouble.
“I see. I assume that you have noticed when he needs to go then?” Severus asked.
“Well no, Charlie has taken over that role; but I notice sometimes too.” Bill replied.
“That’s good, Harry doesn’t like to speak up,” Severus said quietly.
“Why is he afraid to…?” Bill trailed off when he heard Harry’s door open.
Harry grabs two pairs like he was told before grabbing his game boy bag, where he shoved them into it. He lay on his bed for a moment before getting up. Now that he was home, he didn’t really wanna go back.
"Dad, I changed my mind, I think I wanna come home today," Harry said as he came back into the room.
"Harry if you come back tomorrow I will be finished with all my potions including the one for you. And you know what that means," Severus said pointedly.
“But I miss you, and I wanna come home today,” Harry said stubbornly, refusing to look at Bill.
“Harry I still have a lot of potions I need to make tonight and tomorrow morning. If you come home tomorrow I will be finish with them all.” Severus explained carefully.
“But I miss you,” Harry said before shaking his head from side to side, as those stupid tears tried to fall.
“I miss you too Harry, but I’ll see you tomorrow ok?” Severus said, a hand reaching out towards him.
Harry walked over to him and buried his face into Snape’s chest, allowing for a moment a few tears to fall. He didn’t see the pointed look Bill was giving Snape nor did he see the return gesture.
“Harry, I think it’s time you go back with Mr. Weasley now,” Severus said softly.
He himself was having difficulty remaining strong. Truth be told he had missed the boy, he even found himself going into his room out of habit to check on him in the night. He knew that if Harry stayed in his arms any longer, he would forget why Harry needed to go back to the Weasleys tonight.
Harry bit his lip but nodded that he understood before wiping his eyes on Snape’s robe. He stood back up and stared at the stone floor hard, willing his wet eyes to dry. I can do this, I can do this. Besides it’s just for another night right? He thought to himself.
"Tomorrow ok," Harry said out loud.
"I will be there," Severus said before he had a lapful of a 13 year old.
"Don’t forget," Harry whispered before he hugged his father tight and let go, making his way back to Bill.
"I won’t and behave yourself; it was nice seeing you again Mr. Weasley." Severus said before they disappeared in the flames. |
Here it is, I kinda struggled to write this one, it happens. Enjoy it and all that and yea
Chapter 51
On the floo back to the Weasleys house Bill made sure to hold onto Harry this time, and they landed smoothly into the sitting room. Harry sighed softly before making his way upstairs to Ron’s room. He didn’t know what to do since his mate was still sleeping and he sighed as he sat on his bed. Harry looked outside before checking the clock and sighed. Mrs. Weasely was making everyone a light dinner if they were hungry; he was kinda tired if anything.
Grabbing his game boy out the pack he took it out and started playing with it. He was halfway through his Kirby game when he felt his eyes closing and he quickly turned off the game. He grabbed his pajamas and headed to the loo to get ready for bed. Finishing up he headed back to the room and was asleep within minutes.
Bill came up the stairs to tell Harry that dinner was ready only to find him sprawled out on the bed; asleep. He smiled before making sure that he was protected and turned on the night light on the dresser before closing the door and heading back downstairs.
“Harry’s asleep mum, so he won’t be eating,” Bill said as he came into the kitchen.
“That’s quite alright, I had a feeling he would fall asleep again,” Molly said as she wrapped the food up and stuck it in the fridge.
“Where were you boys taking the younger kids tomorrow Charlie?” Arthur asked.
“This Wizarding Play Place, it’s a bit similar to what we did today only everything is magic related.” Charlie said as he took a drink of his team.
“Like they have this Quidditch arena where you can play against professional players; and I know that Ron and Harry will love that. Especially Ron since the Chudley Cannons are going to be there tomorrow.” Bill replied.
“Will you be flooing there then?” Molly asked curiously.
“Yea mum we will,” Charlie replied.
“What time will you be leaving in the morning?” Arthur asked.
“Mid-morning maybe? We should be back here around dinner time though.” Bill explained.
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Harry woke up the next morning around 7 a bit disorientated until he recognized where he was. He yawned before making his way down the hall to the loo. He sighed in relief when he found it to be empty and he was able to take care of business in peace. He buried the wet pull up in the bin, hoping all the rubbish would cover it. He washed his hands and made his way back to Ron’s room as he got ready for the day. He had no idea what they were gonna do today. As he got dressed he made his way downstairs to the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley cooking breakfast.
“Can I help?” He asked quietly from where he stood in the doorway.
“Harry dear, what are you doing up so early?” She asked, shocked not only to find him up, but he was dressed as well.
Harry shrugged; he couldn’t very well tell here it was ingrained into him to be up earlier. He was happy that he hadn’t woke up at 6 like usual, what would he had told her then?
“You can help me dear, please set the table,” Molly said gesturing to the stack of dishes on the countertop.
Harry nodded and got right to work. After he finished the table, and after convincing her that he wouldn’t burn himself she allowed him to cook with her over the stove. Harry enjoyed every minute of it, and he smiled to himself. Is this what cooking with your mum is like? He shook away the sentimental thought as they heard feet upstairs signaling that everyone was nearly awake.
Breakfast was soon ready and by then everyone was downstairs and seated at the table. Harry was smiling as they were told where to go but that was nothing compared to Ron’s expression; he was beyond ecstatic. As they flooed to the Wizarding play place, Harry found himself in awe, knowing that today was gonna be an amazing day.
Time in the play place went by quickly and before Harry knew it, Bill had told him and Ron that once the Quidditch match was over they were leaving. Harry nodded excitedly that he understood, he couldn’t wait until it was their turn to play. He was so focused on the game that it didn’t register in his brain that he hadn’t gone to the loo since that morning when he woke up. And after all that juice he had at breakfast and lunch, it was no surprise that his tank needed to be emptied.
Ron was so excited and he was glad that they were only 7 people away from getting a chance to play against his favorite team ever. As he was waiting in line, he was aware of a throbbing pressure in his lower stomach and he groaned in irritation. Why the heck did he have to go now? He looked at Bill and then at Charlie, but he didn’t wanna lose their spot in line. After all Bill had said that it was getting late and that they were going to be leaving after their match. What if he got out of line to use the loo, and Bill wouldn’t let him come back to play? He frowned but he kept his obvious desperation to himself, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
As the 7 people in front of them suddenly joined the game Harry smiled, it was nearly their turn and he couldn’t wait. He grimaced; he actually couldn’t wait for two things, as he gripped his crotch tightly. He turned his body so no one could see what he was doing as he bounced on his feet in desperation.
Ron was crouching down in the disguise that he was tying his shoe, he was grabbing himself almost constantly now and he looked at Harry to find him bouncing.
Assuming his mate was excited he was too focused on his own bladder to realize that Harry was in the same predicament that he was.
Bill and Charlie were waiting by the bench as the other kids stood in line, talking among themselves. They trusted Percy and the twins to watch out for the younger ones.
Fred was frowning as he watched Harry and Ron. He may have been a prankster, but he was a big brother first. He could see that they were excited but at the same time, he knew the cause of their dancing wasn’t because of that.
“George, look at Ron and Harry for a mo’.” Fred said quietly as he nudged his twin.
“Looks like someone needs the loo aye?” George said before grinning as he got an idea.
“I like what you’re thinking dear brother,” Fred said smiling in return.
They headed toward the smaller boys quietly, each grabbing one and picking them up, despite their protests.
“Oy Fred, put me down. We’re next in line,” Ron said trying to get his brother to let go of him.
“How can you tell you have Fred, I thought Fred had me?” Harry asked confused, as he squirmed around in desperation.
“I’m George, Ron,” Fred replied evilly as they quickly walked towards the loo.
“Fred? Can you please put me down?” Harry asked softly, unable to hold himself from this position.
“When we get there Harry and I’m George mate.” George corrected.
“Please put me down now,” Harry whimpered as he felt a few drops leak out.
George frowned but he did put Harry down and was alarmed when he saw Harry grab himself tightly before looking up at him in embarrassment.
“I gotta go,” Harry whimpered stating the obvious.
“I know you do, we’re going now,” George said before carefully picking him up back up and walking pass Ron and Fred towards the loo.
“George not so fast,” Fred yelled as he tried to catch up to his brother.
“Harry can’t wait,” George called over his shoulder never slowing his stride as he walked in.
George groaned when he saw the full urinals, but sighed in relief when he caught sight of a few empty stalls. He headed over towards one and set Harry down in front of it.
“Thanks,” Harry replied with a grimace a he shuffled into the stall.
Forgetting about closing the door, trusting George to do it, Harry started undoing his belt. He didn’t struggle as much as usual and was rewarded when his buckle came loose. He had barely pushed his shirt away before his flow had started it and he sighed in relief as he went.
George was holding the door close, having heard the sigh of relief, and water so he knew that Harry had made it. About 10 seconds later Fred came walking in with Ron who was hanging limp on his shoulder.
“I could have gone by myself you know,” Ron said irritated as he headed for his own stall to quickly relieve himself.
“He make it ok then?” Fred asked nodding towards the stall George was holding onto.
“Yes, just barely it seems,” George replied quietly.
When they came back out the stalls they quickly washed their hands, and headed back towards the line that hadn’t even moved. 1 hour later, they were all happy and exhausted as they flooed back to the Burrow. |
* SNAPE IS BACK YESSS!!! *Happy dance* I did say I would be updating a bit quicker to get to chapter 53, and Im so stoked lol. Anyways I have a bit of a warning for this chapter because I know everyone has diffrent views on certain things. This chapter has a bit of corporal punishment, if that offends you just skip it. I put a marker where the scene ends and begins so you’ll know where to skip and resume. I don’t particularly want to have a discussion on it, so if you don’t like it, you don’t have to read.*
Chapter 52
Harry and Ron talked non-stopped about the Quidditch game when they arrived back to the Burrow. It got to the point that Mr. Weasely sent them both outside to burn off a bit of steam. They had about and 1 hour or so until dinner and they didn’t know what to do. Harry was currently listening to Ron talk about how one of the players had preformed this move when his eyes lit up.
“You wanna try that move out Ron?” Harry asked excitedly, not thinking about the dangers or anything.
“Of course mate, let’s go get our brooms,” Ron said happily as they hurried over to the broom shed.
Harry smiled before he took flight, as waited for Ron to catch up to him. They flew around for a bit, just getting comfortable before Ron decided he wanted to do it now. They were about 25 feet up in the air, when Ron attempted the move. Harry watched in fascination as his mate started flying before crossing his legs tight, before swiveling his body upside down. The ending result was Ron was riding on the broom, upside down with his arms spread wide, using only his feet to hold on.
Not wanting to be left out, Harry quickly tried the same thing. He went a bit too fast and all but fell off, but he caught himself and they quickly started to play an upside down version of Quidditch. They got so into their game that they didn’t pay attention to anything.
Molly was currently in the kitchen washing something out in the sink as she talked to her oldest child Bill. She was rinsing out a plate when it slipped from her fingers to the floor and shattered. Her hand went over her heart as she looked outside in horror.
“Mum, what’s going on?” Bill said quickly getting up and walking over towards her.
He swore when he looked out the window and took off for the backyard, hearing footsteps behind him. He couldn’t believe Harry and Ron were they going mad or something?
“Harry and Ron, get down right now,” he called out calmly, not wanting to startle them and have them slip and fall.
Harry sat back on his broom properly when he heard Bill’s voice, his face flushed with excitement and all the blood rushing to his head. He looked at Ron and shrugged before making his way to the ground.
“What were you…?” Bill was cut off by voice that had him wincing and he wasn’t in the one in trouble.
“Ronald Billius Weaseley! Harold James Potter! What were you thinking?!” Molly yelled, as she came barreling out the house.
Harry looked at Ron in alarm and swallowed loudly. He could tell from her tone of voice that they were in trouble; big trouble.
“Nothing Mum, we were just flying,” Ron said quietly.
“That wasn’t just flying Ronald and you know it. You could have been killed, you could have died.” She said glaring at both of them angrily.
“We were just flying Mrs. Weasely honest, we weren’t gonna fall.” Harry chimed in softly.
“Just how do you know you weren’t going to fall? Maybe I should call Severus and you can explain to him just what you to thought you were doing,” Molly threatened.
Harry looked at Ron in horror, not wanting that in the slightest. He shook his head frantically; he had no idea what Snape would do to him for something like this.
“Bill, put the brooms away. I need to have a little talk with the boys,” Molly said as she took a wooden spoon out of her apron.
Ron’s eyes bugged out, knowing immediately what was coming. He looked to Bill who was looking at him sympathetically but shaking his head no. He sighed before looking to Harry as they made their way slowly to the house.
“Ron, what is she gonna do to us?” Harry asked quietly as they walked to the house.
“The spoon Harry,” Ron said mournfully.
“What does that mean?” Harry asked fearfully, when he heard his friend’s tone of voice.
“You’ll see mate,” Ron replied softly as they went inside the house.
Harry noticed as they made their way into the house the whole downstairs was quiet, and he couldn’t see anyone. He swallowed back a lump in his throat not knowing what was going on, but wanting to get it over with. He followed Ron and stood in front of Mrs. Weasely as she took a seat in a chair. He chanced a look at his mate’s face and was horrified to see that he looked closed to tears.
“You endangered your lives, and you think that nothing is wrong. You scared me half to death; do you know what would have happened if you had both had fallen?
What if we didn’t see, you? You could have died boys; that was very irresponsible of you. I thought you boys knew better.” Molly lectured quietly.
Harry stood silently and watched her closely as she turned the spoon around in her hand, before looking at him.
“I don’t think Severus will mind how I am going to punish you in the slightest Harry. But if you protest it, feel free to tell me now and I will floo him.” Molly said simply.
Harry shook his head, knowing that Snape’s punishments were bad if the soap trick was anything to go by. He swallowed hard ready to take his punishment.
“Do you know why I am punishing you Harry?” Molly asked.
“Because I did something stupid, and we could have been hurt.” Harry replied softly.
“Correct, when I get done with this part of the punishment you will go stand in the corner over there. You will stay there for 15 minutes and you will not move. Is that clear dear?” Molly explained.
“Yes m’am,” Harry whispered.
“Lay across my lap,” Molly said.
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Harry’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what she was going to do. He sniffled, having not even been hit yet, but feeling pretty bad that Mrs. Weasely had to do this to him. He didn’t mean to get into trouble; he just wanted to have fun. He swallowed before lying across her lap. He shut his eyes tight and gripped onto the side of her dress.
He braced himself for the smacking and it soon began. He squirmed around trying to get away from the spoon but she held him firm. The first one had him whimpering and by the third he was sobbing. She only gave him five smacks, but he was bawling by the time she was done. Though it was nothing like Uncle Vernon, this one hurt way worse. Worse because he had worried her to the point where she was afraid of them dying. He didn’t know she cared that much, and the fact that he was the cause of her fright hurt him more. He laid their bonelessy in her lap and cried. Though his bum stung it wasn’t blistered, he simply cried because he thought that she wouldn’t want him over there anymore.
“Harry dear, it’s over honey,” Molly soothed as she set him up and hugged him.
Harry struggled to stop crying, not even caring that Ron could clearly see him. Why was she hugging him? What was going on?
“Why are you hugging me?” Harry gasped out through his tears.
“I’m comforting you dear,” Molly said gently.
“But why, I was bad.” Harry blubbered.
“You did something bad, but you yourself are not bad. And you have been punished for it dear. All will be forgiven as soon as you finish your punishment,” Molly said softly.
Harry nodded confusedly for a moment, her words sounded just like Snape. Did this mean that he would be allowed to come over again? He didn’t wanna ask her at the moment, in case she said no. He hugged her tightly before walking over towards the corner, never looking Ron in the eye. He had no idea how he was going to explain to his mate how he was weeping all over his mum. As he stood in the corner and he heard Ron’s smacking, he winced knowing that his mate understood all too well.
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He felt a bit embarrassed having to hear Ron cry, and he tried to focus on the wall he was staring at. He shifted his foot as his bladder made itself known but he wasn’t about to ask. What if she thought he was playing? What if he got another smacking? He ignored it for the moment, but since he acknowledged it, he couldn’t take his mind off of it. He heard Ron sniffling and he saw his mate walk to the corner opposite him.
“I will be back in 15 minutes, you boys know better than to move or talk,” Molly said as she stood up and made her way into the kitchen.
Harry stood there as she left, standing up making him have to go worse. Gravity had plans for his bladder, and he hoped it wouldn’t decide anything until 15 minutes was over. He was remembering wetting in the corner at the Manor, the last time Snape forgot him. His Professor had told him that if he needed to go, he could. But he didn’t want to do that since he didn’t know the rules of this house. No matter what Charlie said, he didn’t think Mrs. Weasely would be too happy if he left the corner. He turned his head, trying to take his mind off his bladder and looking for a clock to see how much time was left when he saw Ron walking out the room.
“Ron, where are you going?” Harry asked as he sniffled.
“I need the toilet,” Ron asked, face as red as his hair and eyes.
“But we’re not allowed,” Harry said softly.
“Yes we are,” Ron said before walking through the kitchen and to the loo.
Harry was in disbelief on what just happened, but he couldn’t honestly believe that what Ron was doing was ok. His imagination was working overtime as he imagined Mrs. Weasely giving him another smacking now. He danced around in place and hoped that it wouldn’t be true. He heard yelling and winced for a moment, before looking at Ron who came back into the room.
“Did you go?” Harry asked softly.
Ron blushed, as he sheepishly shook his head. He had thought that his mum wouldn’t know that he really didn’t have to go, but she did. And he got another smack for his troubles. Though he felt embarrassed on having to tell Harry that. He knew that if he really did need to go, she would have allowed him. He was trying to figure out how the heck she knew the difference.
“No,” Ron whispered.
Harry nodded sympathetically, his decision set in stone at the moment. He winced and held himself, hoping that he could make it. It felt like he had been waiting for an hour, but unbeknownst to him, he had only been in the corner for 8 minutes. He was currently shifting from one leg to the other when he felt a spurt make its way out. He gasped before clenching his teeth, and clamping his hands over his groin. He was in agony, and he didn’t know how long he was gonna make it for.
Charlie was walking down the stairs towards the kitchen when he saw Harry in an uncomfortable bent at the waist position. He knew without a doubt that Harry needed the toilet. He was just about to go over and alert his mum, when he heard a whimper and he knew that Harry probably couldn’t hold it that long. He walked swiftly over to him so he could tell him to go.
“Harry, go to the toilet now,” Charlie said firmly.
“I’m being punished, I can’t go,” Harry replied, trying to keep the tears at bay as he felt another spurt escape. He moaned and bent his knees even more.
“Yes I know you’re being punished, but mum will understand that you need the loo. Go now,” Charlie repeated.
“Are you sure? Ron had to go to the toilet earlier and he couldn’t go,” Harry said tearfully as he jumped up and down.
“He probably was pretending, trust me mum can tell the difference.” Charlie said quickly, wanting Harry to hurry up before he had an accident.
“Ok, could you tell her where I’m going then?” Harry asked, his hands never leaving his crotch as he started to make his way slowly towards the toilet.
Charlie nodded before walking into the kitchen to tell him mum where Harry was. He was just about to go check on him when his dad called him. Looking towards the hall that led to the closest loo, he assumed Harry had made it before he made his way outside.
Harry inched his way as quick as he could to the loo, spurt after spurt making their way through his tight hold. He sighed in relief when he finally made it to the loo, refusing to see how bad he had already wet himself. He opened the door and quickly locked it before walking over to the toilet. He lifted the lid and the seat up and let go of his crotch to undo his trousers.
The moment he let go he could feel his bladder starting to release itself fully and he grabbed hold again. He tried to undo his belt with one hand but was having trouble, the sight of the toilet making it worse. He hobbled towards the door and opened it and poked his head out, looking for Charlie. He didn’t see him or anyone else for that matter and what trying to figure out what to do when he felt it.
He suppressed a sob, as he felt his thighs get warm and wet, before his legs and feet joined them. It overflowed his trousers and splattered loudly onto the floor. He shut the door and leaned against it as he watched his trousers darken in color. Harry cried harder as his bladder slowly became empty, because it was all over himself. When he was done, there was a massive puddle on the floor and he couldn’t see anything to clean it up with. His trousers were starting to get cold and his socks and shoes were drenched. He didn’t know what to do, why didn’t Charlie follow him? Where the heck was Bill? Feeling alone and forgotten Harry sat down on the floor, in his puddle. He brought his wet knees to his chest and wept.
As the timer above the stove went off for the 15 minute mark Molly went to go tell Ron and Harry that their time was up. As she walked in the lounge she could only see Ron, and remembered Charlie telling her that Harry needed the loo quite badly. After giving Ron and reassuring hug she made her way towards the toilet. Molly was wondering what was taking Harry so long and was getting a bit worried. As she came to the close door she could hear sniffling and crying and she knocked once not wanting to startle him.
“Harry, are you alright dear?” She asked gently.
Harry‘s head hit the wall hard as it snapped up, and he looked at the door in horror. He didn’t want her to see the mess he made. Would she be mad?
“I’m fine Mrs. Weaseley,” he said back hoarsely, his voice letting her know he was anything but.
“You don’t sound fine to me dear, what happened?” She asked kindly.
Harry looked around at himself again, knowing that she was bound to find out anyway. It was just a matter of when, and he sighed to himself. He took a sleeve and wiped his wet face, knowing Snape would have a cow if he did that at home. He took a deep breath before replying.
“I had an accident,” Harry whispered embarrassment clear in his tone.
“Oh that’s alright dear, they happen, it’s not your fault. May I come in Harry?” Molly asked softly.
“Yes,” Harry said.
Molly opened the door and walked in to find Harry sitting on the floor in a puddle. Charlie was right, Harry had been busting. The question of the day was why didn’t Harry tell her he had to go sooner? She shook her head, already knowing the reason and sighed.
“Let’s get you cleaned up dear,” Molly said tenderly.
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything as he stood up. His shoes made a squelching noise and he frowned willing the tears not to start falling again. He stood silently in front of her, wanting a hug and to be back with Snape. He knew he shouldn’t have said yes, he just wanted to go home. He smiled a half smile at her when he felt the spell rush over him and the floor. Those his clothes were clean he still felt dirty and he looked at the floor. He unconsciously hugged himself, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.
Molly wasn’t a mother of 7 for nothing and without a word she had started the tub and closed the door behind her.
“Did you want bubbles Harry?” She asked kindheartedly.
“Could I?” Harry asked voice thick with tears.
“Of course you can dear,” Molly replied as she poured in the bubbles.
Harry took off his shoes and socks noiselessly, feeling his emotions trying to tear him apart from the whole situation. He just wanted some comfort, was that too much to ask? He didn’t want to ask her, since she had already hugged him. He never knew if it was right, and he just wished for Snape again. As he was pulling off her shirt he couldn’t stop the incoming tears and he reached to mash the heels of his hands in his eyes to stop them, but his arms were gently grabbed.
“It’s alright Harry, it was an accident. You are not in trouble sweetie,” Molly said lovingly.
Harry melted in the touch as she hugged him and he felt his barriers breaking away as he sobbed into her chest. She allowed him to cry as long as he wanted, and he did. As she hugged him and cleaned him up, he had to wonder if his mum had been alive would this have been what it felt like. He had never felt so much love towards him at a time, Snape showed it in other ways but this was different and he loved it.
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The next day passed by quickly, and soon it was nearing 6:00pm and Harry was excited. He grabbed his bag and after making sure he had all his games and toys and clothes he was ready. As he placed his bag next to the floo, he ran upstairs with Ron to play a game of exploding Snap. They were about halfway through when Harry heard Bill calling him to tell him that Snape was here.
“Bye Ron, see you at school, or in Diagon Alley.” Harry said as they made their way downstairs.
As soon as he saw the man he ran for him and launched himself at him. He was caught instantly and he buried his head in his shoulder as he hugged him tight.
“Dad, I missed you so much,” Harry said face muffled by the robes, but Severus heard the message loud and clear.
“I missed you to child,” Severus replied as he thanked the Weasleys and grabbed Harry’s bag.
Harry held onto the back of Snape’s robes tightly, when he felt the man trying to put him down.
“No,” Harry whimpered, feeling a bit out of sorts at the moment.
“Harry, I was merely setting you down for a moment, so you can thank Mr. and Mrs. Weasely for having you.” Severus explained gently.
“Oh,” Harry replied before turning his head, and doing just that. He refused to be moved, and the adults watch on in amusement.
Harry watched on as Snape promised to tell them when they were going to Diagon Alley so they could meet up together. After saying a dozen or so goodbyes, Severus and Harry flooed back to their quarters in Hogwarts.
“Go finish packing your things you want to bring back to the Manor. We will be leaving as soon as you get done,” Severus said as he set Harry down.
Harry nodded before making his way into his room and gathering up his things he wanted to take. He made sure he had his nighttime underwear and made his way back out towards Snape. He swung his feet as he waited for Snape and a few minute later the man appeared.
“Before I forget I want you to drink this,” Severus said holding out a small vial.
Harry didn’t ask what it was; already knowing it was for his bladder. It was supposed to make it as big as it used to be, which meant that his bedwetting was still going to be there. He sighed, but it was better than having the bladder the size of a pea sometimes. He gulped it down quickly grimacing at the taste as he handed the vial back to Snape.
“How do you know it worked?” Harry asked curiously.
“You’ll notice the change over the next few days,” Severus said as he shrunk everything and put it in his pocket.
Harry stood up and nodded making his way towards Snape before stopping.
“Gonna go to the loo real quick,” Harry said before making his way down the hall.
Severus sighed but didn’t say anything as he waited for Harry to finish. As Harry came back he grabbed him gently and they disappeared in the green flames. |
This chapter is unsually long standing at 12 pages(the longest one yet), so I hope you guys enjoy it. I was thinking I should have spilt it in half, but I really didnt want to do that lol. It might be because of the 3 omo scenes in one chapter, who knows anyways I couldnt resist. I missed Snape and awful lot lol. I hope you guys enjoy it and on to the story.
Chapter 53
Harry sighed happily when they landed in the sitting room of the Manor and he grinned happily as he looked around. He had missed this place, and he loved that they were back. He turned around to look at Snape who was handing him his shrunken luggage.
“Go set that on the floor of your bedroom and it will resize to normal in about 5 minutes,” Severus said as he nudged Harry towards the stairs.
“Kay,” Harry replied before taking to the stairs like a horde of hippogriffs.
Severus shook his head, but if he was being completely honest with himself, he had missed home as well. He found his lips twitching into a small smile spite of himself, before turning into a smirk. Now he and Harry could spend the remaining 2 weeks of summer vacation in peace, and he could finish out their trip. He sighed as he remembered what Albus had wanted Harry to know before they got back to Hogwarts. He didn’t want to have this talk but he knew it had to be done, especially since they still had to go to Diagon Alley to get Harry’s school supplies. Severus wasn’t a fool, and he knew that Harry was bound to see the wanted papers for Black.
“Harry come back down here, we need to talk.” Severus called before calling a house elf who immediately fixed some tea.
Harry walked slowly down the stairs, trying to figure out if Mrs. Weasely told Snape about the flying incident. He had already been punished by her, but what if she made good on her threat? How would Snape punish him then? What would he use? Harry shivered but he obeyed and he soon found himself standing in front of the man, trembling slightly.
“Harry are you cold child?” Severus asked concern in his tone, when he noticed the shivering.
“Am I in trouble?” Harry whispered, unable to stand it.
“Of course not child, have you done something that I should know about?” Severus asked raising an eyebrow in question.
Harry shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief before taking a seat next to Snape.
“Why would think you were in trouble child?” Severus asked quietly.
“You said we needed to talk, when Uncle Vernon said that it always meant I did something he didn’t like. Or I didn’t do something I was supposed to,” Harry said swallowing hard in remembrance.
“Never child would I punish you like he did, that was abuse. I would never abuse you Harry,” Severus said softly, knowing that Harry knew this but still needed the reassurance every now and then.
Harry nodded before leaning into the man’s side. He looked up at Snape curiously wondering what he needed to talk about then.
“I wanted to talk to you about this man that’s on the loose. He escaped from Azkaban Prison; that’s the wizarding prison Harry. His name is Sirius Black.” Severus said spitting out the name like it was poison.
“Ok, but why do you have to tell me that. I’m not gonna go look for him.” Harry asked confusedly.
“I would hope not, or I will tan you good Mr. Potter.” Severus said gravely as he gazed into the child’s emerald eyes to let him know how serious he actually was.
“I won’t sir, I promise,” Harry said nodding, having no intention of getting another smacking.
“Good, you make sure you keep that promise. Now I’m telling you about him because Black is in prison for the deaths of your parents.” Severus said quietly.
Harry looked up in shock but otherwise said nothing as he waited for Snape to continue.
“He was their secret keeper of a charm that was supposed to keep them safe. Potter chose him to be it because he said they were best friends. But Black betrayed them to the Dark Lord,” Severus explained delicately.
“He was their best friend and he betrayed them?” Harry asked horrified as his eyes filled with tears.
“Yes, and he’s also your godfather,” Severus said the last part softly, as he waited for Harry’s reaction.
“My godfather, betrayed my parents?” Harry asked tearfully, as he looked to Snape to tell him this was all just a joke.
“Yes Harry,” Severus said gently.
“But he was their friend!” Harry yelled swiping his arm across his face angrily.
“I know child,” Severus murmured.
Harry couldn’t help the pained expression on his face, he just wanted to scream and cry and yell but he knew that wouldn’t be acceptable so he didn’t. He just sat their quietly, as he forced his tears to stay where they were.
“Harry, child its’ ok to cry,” Severus said, when he saw the brave front Harry was trying to hold up.
“Crying won’t bring them back,” Harry whimpered softly.
“No it won’t, but it’ll make you feel better,” Severus replied before reaching over and picking the small boy up and placing him in his lap. He gently took the glasses off of the child’s face and placed them on the tray.
Severus turned him around, where he could lay his head on his shoulder as he gently patted his back. He knew Harry needed this comfort, even if he wasn’t sure fully what he was supposed to do. He stood up and rocked him and was rewarded with a sniffled before it turned into a stifled sob, and then he had a weeping boy in his arms. He whispered nothings in his ear telling him it would be ok, and just let the boy cry it out.
20 minutes later Harry was mopping his face up, feeling a bit drained and wanting to sleep as he sat on Snape’s lap; but the man said that he still had things he needed to talk to him about. Harry sniffled before turning his red eyes, to look up at his father.
“Why did you call Voldemort the Dark Lord?” Harry asked curiously.
Severus hissed as his mark flared painfully as the child said the Dark Lord’s name and he frowned as he looked at him.
“Do not say his name in my presence,” Severus said dangerously, eyes flashing in anger.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” Harry whimpered as he shook in fear from the gaze in those dark eyes.
“Apologizes Harry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Severus said gently, not wanting to venture on this subject in the slightest. He just knew this was bound to give the boy nightmares.
“I called him the Dark Lord, because I was once a Death Eater. Before you ask; a Death Eater is a follower of him, and I was his Potion’s Master.” Severus said in a hushed tone.
Harry stiffened noticeably in Snape’s arm, couldn’t the man have told him this sooner, before he accepted guardianship maybe. What if Snape dragged him off to Voldemort? Harry was terrified and he couldn’t speak for the moment, but his facial expression spoke volumes.
“Harry I was a spy for the light side, Dumbledore can vouch for me. I would never hurt you, nor will I willingly take you to him, I would rather die; then to ever put you in harm’s way.” Severus said sincerely.
Harry nodded as he breathed a sigh of relief, wondering for a moment why his heart was beating so fast and he was trying to catch his breath.
“Foolish child, breath,” Severus said before pulling out a calming draught and bringing it to Harry’s lips who drank it automatically.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered when he got his breath back.
“Its fine child; we only have one more thing we need to talk about and then we’re done.” Severus said wishing this was over and done with.
“Because of me being a known Death Eater, most of the Slytherin’s in school have death eater parents whom I’ve associated with. And I must show favor to them and no one else. That is why I have treated you like I have these past 2 years, and that is why when we go back to school no one is to know about the guardianship, nor of our changed relationship.” Severus said firmly.
“What do you mean? We have to pretend we hate each other again, like that time we did for Ron and Hermione?” Harry asked eyes wide, not liking that in the slightest.
“Yes Harry, that’s exactly what I mean. If someone like Lucius Malfoy were to find out about us, my life would be forfeited, and you would be in the hands of the ministry.” Severus said cautiously.
“I won’t tell anyone Daddy, I can keep secrets.” Harry said remembering all the times his teachers in primary school had asked about his bruises.
“I know you can child.” Severus said frowning, wishing once again that Harry didn’t have to do this.
Harry nodded as he hugged the man, and leaning on him tiredly. The conversation was draining and although it was only 7:00pm he was exhausted. He closed his eyes sleepily, and started to doze off in a light sleep.
“Are you ready for bed child?” Severus asked quietly as he stood up, heading towards the steps.
“Yes,” Harry mumbled into his robe as he was carried.
Severus got Harry quickly dressed for bed and in his special underwear in record time. He smiled to himself; this getting ready for bed was easy as pie. Making sure that the toilet light was on he headed to his room to get some work done. He fell asleep a few hours later, noting that they probably wouldn’t be going out tomorrow as he could hear the makings of a summer storm.
Harry woke up to a loud boom, and he jerked up in his bed, immediately looking out the window. He could see the shadow of a tree and hear the rain, but his imagination was starting to play tricks on him. He was looking all around his room and jumping at any invisible noise that he thought he heard. Thoughts that Sirius Black, was coming to kill him was foremost in his head. But there were also other thoughts, memories even.
He remembered there being a storm while he was locked in his cupboard and his Uncle purposely leaving on the TV where a horror movie was playing. He could see and hear it all from his vents and he shuddered in fear. He shook his head, he couldn’t stay here. He grabbed Padfoot and pulled the covers back.
He quickly got out of bed and made his way outside into the hall. The thunder was so loud and he was so scared that his breaths were coming out in harsh pants. He was too into his fear to realize that his underwear was dry and his bladder was full. All he was focused on was making it to Snape’s room; the man always knew what to do. Harry opened the man’s door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him in his bed.
"Snape," Harry whispers softly to the man, wanting nothing more but to hide under then man's covers.
He crept towards the bed silently, jumping in fear when he heard a boom of thunder. He didn’t get an answer and Harry was about to try again and when loud crack was heard from outside, and the room flashed brightly. He whimpered; and unable to help himself dove, headfirst into his father's bed. Harry shivered underneath the covers, scooting his body towards his father. He was rewarded when a hand came around to move him closer and he felt the tension melt off his body.
“Harry, what’s wrong child?” Severus asked sleepily, having woken the minute atmosphere in his room had changed. Years of being a double agent, would do that to anyone.
“I don’t like storms,” Harry whimpered out.
“Why not; you’re safe inside child,” Severus replied.
Harry’s frame shook as he remembered not wanting to speak about it tonight.
“It’s alright Harry, you can tell me in the morning.” Severus said tiredly.
“Can I sleep in here with you?” Harry asked quietly, automatically bracing himself for a negative response.
“Yes you can child, relax,” Severus said as his smooth voice talked about random potions knowing Harry would calm down in a moment.
Relishing in the security around him and his father's soothing voice he calmed down quickly. He was just starting to doze when he was reminded of something he needed to take care of; urgently! Harry's eyes suddenly flew opened at their own accord as he became aware of his full bladder and he moaned involuntarily before reaching down and holding himself tight. He squirmed around under the covers frantically, trying to gain some courage to get out the bed and go.
"Harry what’s wrong?" Severus said sighing, wanting to know why he moaned.
“Nothing, I’m fine, just go back to sleep daddy,” he whispered out.
Severus was aware of two things in his sleepy state: Harry only called him daddy when he was hurt or needed something, and he could tell from his tone of voice that he was worried. He rolled his eyes, Harry was certainly not fine.
“If you’re fine then why are you shaking and moving around so much?” Severus pointed out.
“I gotta use the toilet real bad," Harry whimpered pitifully.
"It’s badly Harry, you can use my bathroom. Its right across from the bed," Severus said voice muffled by the covers.
The storm raged on and Harry shook his head in the negative before curling up. He didn’t want to get up out of bed and leave the safety of Snape.
"I'm scared," he whispered, face burning in shame.
Severus sighed before pulling the blankets off from him and blinking his eyes blearily in the dark.
"Come on Harry, I'll come with you," Severus said before gently pulling Harry off the bed.
Harry reached and grabbed a handful of Snape's robe squirming anxiously as they quickly walked towards the bathroom. As Snape opened the door, he bolted through the door before stopping it was too dark to see anything.
“The light,” Harry whimpered softly as he bent at the waist.
Severus reacted immediately at the tone of voice and flipped the switch to find Harry hobbling towards the toilet. He leaned tiredly against the doorframe as he waited for the boy to finish.
Harry stood in front of the toilet and pulled his underwear down before relieving himself in the toilet. It felt good to let go and as the storm roared on he tried to quickly finish. He didn’t want Snape to get annoyed and go back to bed without him. He flushed and washed his hands before turning towards the man.
“Thanks,” Harry said smiling up at him gratefully.
“You are welcome child,” Severus replied, as he reached for his hand and turning off the light.
He set Harry into bed first, removing his glasses before climbing in himself. He wasn’t annoyed in the slightest, when Harry attached himself to his side. He merely smiled and drifted off to sleep, his hold on the child quite protectively.
The next morning the storm raged on sounding like it had gotten worse throughout the night. Harry was unsure of what woke him up, until felt the pressure in his lower tummy and he sighed. The goodnight was full, so he knew that even if he didn’t have to go he still had to get up and change. He slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Snape up, looking around for his glasses for a moment, before deciding that he couldn’t wait that long.
Harry held himself for good measure as he walked to the toilet. The light made it easier for him to forget last night and the storm. As he got to the door a particularly loud boom of thunder hit before the sound of lightening cracked closely to the window and he jumped about a foot and let out a frightened scream. As he tried to calm himself down, he became aware of a warm wetness spreading down his thighs and onto the carpet. He stared at himself in horror, not believing in the slightest what had just happened. He stood there and finished his wet, not looking up for the longest. He wasn’t even aware that Snape was awake let alone that the man saw everything.
“Harry child, it was an accident,” Severus said breaking the silence in the room.
Harry startled and looked up with his watery green eyes, and nodding to the man that he understood. Though understanding what happen didn’t make him feel better in the least. He sniffled softly feeling a bit like a cry baby, for wanting to cry over this.
“The lightening scared me,” Harry said tearfully, as a way of explanation to Snape.
“I know child, it’s alright. Accio pull up,” Severus said softly before said item whizzed through the door, and into his hand.
He waved his wand at Harry, knowing that though he hated cleaning charms he probably didn’t wanna take a bath at the moment.
Harry sighed when he was cleaned up and he grabbed the clean pull up before quickly stripping and putting the new one on. He crawled back into Snape’s bed, falling asleep immediately.
Harry woke up to his stomach growling and a wet pull up, but Snape was nowhere to be found. The clock read 12:00pm which was strange, because he had never slept in this late before. Why didn’t Snape wake him up? He cleaned up and changed into boxers before heading downstairs.
"Dad; where are you?" He called walking through the quiet manor.
"In the kitchen Harry," Severus called.
Harry made his way to the kitchen, shivering a bit as the wind howled outside.
“Hey there sleepyhead, did you sleep well?” Severus asked as set the plates on the table.
“Yup,” Harry replied happily, as he brought the juice to the table and poured it into the glassed.
“That’s good, go on and have a seat,” Severus said as he started magically washing the dishes before joining Harry at the table.
"Are we staying in today?" Harry asked as he sat on a chair.
"Yea, the storm is supposed to get worse and I'd rather not be in the middle of it," Severus said.
"Me either," Harry replied shivering slightly at just the thought, but he wondered what they would do today.
"Wanna have a movie day?" Severus asked suddenly having seen the slight tremor, but figuring he would have a talk about it later..
"Yep," Harry said grinning, as Snape handed him a plate of food. Harry smiled in delight as they ate his lunch.
After lunch Harry headed up the stairs to brush his teeth, he couldn’t wait for this movie thing with Snape. He smiled as he quickly brushed his teeth and headed back downstairs, making himself comfortable on the couch as he waited for the man.
“Pick a movie Harry,” Severus said as he took a seat on the couch.
Harry grinned happily before picking out Dennis the Menace and putting it into the VCR before coming back to sit next to Snape. He relaxed against the man’s side as the previews started playing, ignoring the raging storm outside. The lack of sun was making the Manor darker and it looked like it was nighttime instead of around noon. Harry was content as the movie started and he was laughing as he watched it. He couldn’t help the feeling of nostalgia as he looked up every now and then to look at Snape. He didn’t think any of this was ever going to be possible and here he was; with a father. He grinned goofily as he got into the movie, everything else taking a backseat as he watched.
As the movie progressed it found Harry shifting in his seat quite often as the juice from lunch caught up with his bladder. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat his eyes never leaving the T.V. 10 minutes when by and he was moving almost constantly now, it got to the point where Snape had noticed and had paused the movie to look at Harry.
“Why did you stop it?” Harry asked turning around to look at his father in confusion.
“Because I think someone needs to use the loo,” Severus said pointedly.
“I don’t gotta go dad, I’m fine.” Harry denied even as he became aware of just how full his bladder was.
Harry wanted to finish the movie, they had just gotten to a particularly good part and he didn’t wanna miss it. Never mind that Snape had paused the thing, Harry just couldn’t be bothered to go.
“I don’t believe that in the slightest Harry. If you don’t have to go, then why aren’t you able to keep still?” Severus asked skeptically.
“Because I’m excited for it to continue, it was at a really good part. Please dad can you unpause it?” Harry asked, crossing his legs tight as he willed his body to stop moving.
Severus sighed loudly, but not at all worried. For one if Harry didn’t make it, at least they were at home. He shook his head, not about to force the boy to go, before he resumed the movie.
Harry grinned happily before turning his attention back to the movie. Less than 5 minutes later he was holding onto himself as they laughed along to Dennis tying up the bad guy. He wiggled around for another moment or so until he felt a spurt hit the front of his boxers and he moaned and bent at the waist.
“Stop the movie dad!” He said desperation clear in his voice.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Severus asked as he stopped the movie, knowing very well what was wrong.
“I gotta go pee,” Harry said before jumping up and running to the downstairs loo.
“That’s why you don’t wait until the last minute Harry,” Severus called as he shook his head as he waited for Harry to return.
Harry didn’t reply to that as he ran towards the loo, bursting in and leaving the door completely open in his hurry. He already had himself out before he was even standing in front of the toilet and as a result ending up wetting a bit on the floor before he got into position and aimed properly.
Severus breathed a sigh of relief. In the quietness of the manor, he could hear quite clearly water hitting water, and he closed his eyes. He shook his head, hoping to break Harry of that habit before going back to school. Severus didn’t want to think if one of the teachers told Harry he couldn’t use the loo when it was obvious that he couldn’t hold it.
Harry finished a few minutes later and frowned at the puddle on the floor, before looking around. There wasn’t a towel, and he blushed as he flushed the toilet before washing his hands. He closed the door behind him intending to go upstairs to grab a towel to clean the puddle up but was stopped when he nearly bumped into Snape.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Harry asked curiously.
“Wanted to see what was taking you so long, before figuring I could use the loo as well.” Severus replied honestly before gesturing to Harry to move out of the way.
Harry’s eyes widened comically, before shaking his head. No way could he let his dad go in there and see his mess. He hadn’t wet himself today, and he was somewhat proud of the fact that he made it.
“Why can’t you use another loo?” Harry asked softly.
“Because this one is closer child,” Severus replied a bit confused why Harry wouldn’t let him into the toilet.
Harry frowned as he stared at the ground at the moment before moving to the side to let his father pass.
“What is the matter child?” Severus asked in concerned.
“I wet on the floor a little,” Harry whispered out, face burning in shame.
“It was an accident Harry, I’ll clean it up.” Severus said before walking into the loo and taking care of the puddle.
Harry smiled before waiting by the door for the man to finish. When Snape came back out they walked back to the lounge and continued their movie day. |
Sorry this is so late I've really tired as of late, and havent though I've felt like writing I was too tired to do it.
Chapter 54
Harry smiled as they flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, holding onto Snape as they landed and making sure his scar was hidden. He giggled, knowing that gesture was pointless as they were under glamour charms and potions. Snape had said that if Harry had gone as himself, then he would have had to mean to him in public and Harry didn’t want that. So they compromised, though because of that he wasn’t meeting the Weasleys. Harry shrugged as they made their way to Gringotts, fingering the money pouch around his neck.
“Are we getting money from my vault?” Harry asked curiously as they walked inside.
“No, we’re getting it from mine. Yours is off limits until you become of age,” Severus explained quietly.
“What do you mean? How will I pay for my clothes and books? What if I need spending money? Dad, what am I supposed to do then?” Harry asked eyes welling in angry and confused tears.
“Relax child, I have taken over the role of your parent. Everything you could ever need, or want for that matter I will pay for it.” Severus answered calmly.
“But kids are expensive, and I have my own money.”Harry said ignoring the fact that Snape had been paying for his things all summer.
He understood that because they were in the muggle world and Harry didn’t have muggle money, but now that they were back in the wizarding world he didn’t want to seem like he was spending up all the man’s money.
“Harry, it’s all taken care of. Did your cousin ever pay for anything of his things?” Severus asked quietly, wanting more than anything to have a few moments with the Durselys.
“No. but that’s only because he has parents and they loved him, I don’t have that.” Harry said without thinking.
Severus frowned, willing his self not to take offence; waiting for the apology that he knew would come once Harry realized what he had said.
Harry was staring at the ground wondering why Snape hadn’t replied, when he realized what he had just said. He didn’t mean it like that; he knew that Snape loved him. He shook his head angrily, feeling like a spoiled brat. If the man didn’t love him he wouldn’t have bought him everything he wanted, he wouldn’t have spent all that time with him and he wouldn’t have told him that he loved him. Harry shook his head before looking cautiously up at the man.
“I didn’t mean that daddy,” he whispered tearfully.
“Enough Harry lets go get some galleons,” Severus said quietly as they followed the goblin to his vault.
As they exited the bank Harry was fairly quiet feeling like he had already ruined the day. He was looking at the ground not saying a word, willing his stupid tears to stay where they were. He sniffled softly before wiping his hand across his face at the ones that had fallen. He always messed up and he hated himself for it.
“It’s alright Harry,” Severus said as he handed him a handkerchief as they entered Madam Malkin’s robe shop.
Harry mopped up his face as they entered holding tightly to the handkerchief as he was measured for new robes and clothes for the school year. He couldn’t keep his gaze from glancing every so often at the man in the chair. The irrational part of his brain was coming up with scenarios in which Snape up and left him in the shop. He sighed in relief when she was done before walking back to him.
After, they headed to the Apothecary where Snape took a long time looking at things to the point where Harry was actually bored to sleep. He sighed softly before sitting on the floor out of the way and resting his head on his knees. He realized he had dozed off when he felt himself get picked up.
“Are we done now?” He asked sleepily.
“We still need your books, but we can get that after lunch.” Severus replied.
“When is lunch?” Harry asked, his stomach already growling in protest.
“Right now, if anything it will wake you up,” Severus replied chuckling as he headed to the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry nodded in Snape’s shoulder the back of his mind vaguely noting that his bladder was nudging him. It wasn’t bad, just a bit uncomfortable but he was too comfortable where he was to speak up at the moment.
Severus led the way to a booth in the back where they wouldn’t be disturbed before sitting down with Harry on his lap.
“Are you awake enough to sit on your own or are you good here?” Severus asked quietly.
“I wanna sit across from you,” Harry said tiredly, as he tried to wake up.
Severus nodded before gently nudging Harry up so he could sit down.
“What do you feel like eating?”Severus asked as they looked at the menu.
“Can I have hamburger?” Harry asked his head jerking back as he tried to stay awake.
“Yes, did you want chips too?” Severus asked.
“And pumpkin juice,” Harry said nodding.
“Of course,” Severus replied before ordering their food.
Harry laid his head on the table, as he bounced his legs. When their drinks came he took a long gulp from the refreshing beverage and was reminded when the coldness settled into his stomach that he needed the toilet. He turned around they weren’t that far from the loo but the place was kinda packed and he didn’t want to lose their table. He nodded, thinking he could go alone.
“Dad, I gotta wee,” Harry said quietly.
“Uh alright, it’s right over there. Let’s go,” Severus said as he made his way to get up.
“No its ok, I can go by myself,” Harry said quickly, ignoring the scared feeling in his stomach.
“Are you sure Harry?” Severus asked carefully.
“Yes,” Harry answered before making his way into the loo.
Harry was aware of his father’s eyes on him as he made his way to the door. He took a deep breath before walking in and groaned. It was a long line and they only had urinals, all of the stalls were out of order. As he stood in line, someone pushed him from behind and his frame shook. He couldn’t do this, what the hell was he thinking? He needed Snape; Harry quickly got out of line and made his way to the exit.
Severus was watching the door carefully, making note of everyone who entered in after Harry. He wasn’t at ease in the slightest and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him emerge from the toilet, until he realized that it was to short of time for him to have gone.
“Did you go Harry?” Severus asked quietly.
“I thought I had to go, but I couldn’t,” Harry said partly true as he took his seat.
“What do you mean?” Severus asked confused.
“I tried to go, but nothing came out,” Harry said softly.
“Oh I understand Harry, it was a false alarm then,” Severus said knowingly as their food came.
Harry nodded before digging into his food, pushing his bladder to the back of his brain as he ate lunch. He enjoyed his juice and even the taste of Snape’s butterbeer. As he finished his food he was reminded almost instantly when he stood up and crossed his legs. He glanced back at the toilet but shook his head and quickly followed Snape. As they paid for their food, Snape led the way to the bookstore.
“Did you bring your list Harry?” Severus ask, not needing but knowing Harry liked feeling like he could get his own things.
“It’s here,” Harry replied shifting his feet as he held up the paper.
“Alright let’s go get them,” Severus said leading the way.
“Can we visit the Quidditch shop after?” Harry asked quietly.
“Of course, you’ve been good today,” Severus replied as they started down the aisles.
Harry smiled happily as they started looking for the books; his bladder was constantly on his mind at the moment and he found himself dancing to hold it all back. As he grabbed his Transfiguration book, he turned around to hand it to Snape only to find the man gone.
“Dad, where are you?” Harry called, turning into a whole circle in case the man was behind him.
He sighed, not knowing what to do, but he had read that if you get lost it was better to stay in one place then to move. Even though he was in the bookstore, he stayed where he was. Harry whimpered before grabbing his crotch tightly as a wave of desperation nearly overcame him. He looked around with frightened eyes not wanting to wet his trousers in the store, even though no one would recognize him due to the glamour.
“Harry child do you need the loo?” Severus asked, coming from around the corner with a potions book.
“Where did you go?” Harry asked his hand not moving from its position as he turned to look at the man.
“To get your potions book, and a few things I needed. Harry you didn’t answer my question; did you need the loo?” Severus asked again.
“Yes.” Harry replied honestly. “I thought you left me,” Harry said softly.
“I would never do that child; let’s go pay for this so I can take you to the loo.” Severus said having already grabbed the other books as they headed to the front of the store.
“I gotta go badly,” Harry whimpered.
“Just hold on for a moment Harry while I pay for this,” Severus replied as they stacked the books on the counter.
Harry nodded and bounced up and down as he waited for Snape to finish. He moaned and stilled when he felt a leak escape his tight grip and tears sprung into his eyes.
“It’s coming out Daddy,” Harry said softly.
“Hold it,” Severus said firmly as he waited for the shop clerk to ring up their items. He had noticed that the clerk was going fairly fast, so he could only assumed that he saw their dilemma.
Harry bent his legs together before bending over at the waist. He looked around for a moment trying to see if there was a toilet in here but couldn’t see any from where he was.
“Daddy,” Harry cried tearfully as he more or less marched in pace.
“One second,” Severus said grabbing the bag of books as he waited for his change.
“Please hurry,” Harry pleaded frantically.
Severus grabbed his change and shrunk the bag quickly before taking Harry’s hand and walking out the store. Well he noticed that Harry had more of bent over shuffled walk going on.
“We’re going back to the Leaky Cauldron. Did you want me to carry you?” Severus asked never slowing their pace down.
Harry nodded before sniffling as he looked up at his father’s dark gaze.
Severus gently lifted Harry up and walked quicker towards the pub. He could feel Harry squirming a lot in his arms and he hoped that he would make it in time.
“Almost there Harry, just hold on 3 more minutes or so,” Severus said as he neared the pub.
Harry mumbled into his dad’s shoulder unable to keep still for a moment. He closed his eyes tight and stiffened as he lost a 2 second spurt but it felt like a lot more to him.
“Daddy, I’m leaking,” Harry whispered fearfully. He was afraid Snape was gonna drop him because Harry was technically peeing on him.
“Just a few more minutes,” Severus said sighing in relief as he opened the door to the restaurant which had gotten a bit fuller due to the lunch hour.
Severus maneuvered his way around the crowd as he made his way towards the loo. He stopped just outside the door when he realized that the line for the toilet started there. He frowned before looking at Harry.
“The line is too long; do you wanna just floo home?” Severus asked.
“But I thought we were gonna visit the Quidditch shop?” Harry asked, through his desperation you could hear disappointment in his tone.
Severus smirked; leave it to Harry to be worried about the Quidditch store in his desperation.
"We will floo back I promise," Severus replied quickly.
"Then let’s go home," Harry whimpered as he lost a 3 second spurt. He froze in his father’s arm unsure if the man had felt it. He could feel it dripping down his legs and he grimaced at the warm wetness.
Severus resisted the urge to give the warning like he did earlier this summer. He didn’t want pee on him but he knew that Harry was obviously losing control and he didn’t wanna make him feel worse than how he already felt. He grimaced slightly before school his face to blank, refusing to think on what the wetness on his arm was. Placing the galleons in the cup he grabbed the floo powder and disappeared in the flames. He landed effortlessly in the sitting room of the manor where he immediately started making his way to the closest toilet.
“Put me down Dad,” Harry whimpered in his father’s shoulder as his bladder contracted from the sudden shock of them landing in the house.
“We are almost there child,” Severus said quickening his pace as he headed for the downstairs loo.
“It’s no use Daddy, please let me down,” Harry said choking on a sob as his bladder released itself.
Severus stopped suddenly when he felt Harry completely relax in his arms and a moment later the splattering sound of liquid hitting the floor was heard. He sighed softly as he held his wetting child as he waited for him to finish.
Harry bawled into the man’s shoulder unable to stop the flow. That wasn’t the most humiliating part; he had just wet himself while his father was holding him. What would Snape think of him now? Would he have regrets for keeping him? Harry shuddered twice as his bladder slowly emptied itself. Though he was afraid he was so very relieved.
Severus waiting until the only sound was little dripping noises and he assumed Harry was done.
“Harry child, did you want a bath?” Severus asked quietly.
Nodding into the shoulder that was hiding his shameful face Harry couldn’t make himself verbally answer the man. He didn’t even care about going back to Diagon Alley, what was the Effing point?
Severus nodded before taking out his wand and cleaning up themselves and the puddle on the floor before making his way upstairs to give his child a bath. |
*I hate dementors and it was completely depressing writing about them. I tried to make them as accurate as possible. I tried my best, and that’s all anyone can ask for. This is the strangest story I have every written, I dont mean the omo. Random scenes for the story pop up at anytime and I try to keep the timeline as accurate as possible. I just thought you guys should know that I've barely started chapter 57 but chapters 63-65 are done. I know wierd right..I digress enjoy the chapter :)
Chapter 55
2 weeks after that horrible episode of him wetting on Snape, everything was pretty much back to normal for Harry. Though he still got terribly embarrassed as he remembered himself disgracing the man, but what could he do? Harry yawned as he opened his eyes and looked at the clock, he smiled knowing exactly what today was. It was time to go back to school, and even though he had a home where he was loved, he was ready to see his friends and explore the castle again.
He wasn’t excited about how Snape had to treat him and he was worried about having to ask to use the toilet in class. What if his Professors decided that he was lying? He could already imagine the taunts they would say if he wet himself in class. He cringed before shaking his head. There was no point to think negative thoughts when you had no way of knowing if that was gonna happen or not. Throwing off his blanket he headed to the toilet to take care of his morning duties and get dressed.
At around 9:30am and after reassuring his dad that he had everything, they flooed to King’s cross with Snape in disguise. Harry frowned but there was nothing for it. It was either Snape hid who he was, or he didn’t get to see him off. Harry always wanted to know what that felt like, waving goodbye to your family. He smiled knowing unlike the other kids, his dad would be at school with him. In a way it was comforting until he thought about the things he wouldn’t get away with. After all everyone knew that Snape had ears like a bat, and could blend in with the shadows.
He shook those thoughts away as he settled into a compartment with his friends. He frowned for a moment as he realized they weren’t alone. What was Professor Lupin doing on the train too? He shrugged pushing the thought away as they told Hermione about their summers. This was the first year where he could actively contribute and to say he was thrilled was putting it lightly.
They were just in the middle of explaining the difference between the wizarding play place and the muggle theme park when the train stopped. He looked around in fear when the lights flickered off and he unconsciously hugged himself around the middle. He could hear Ron’s harsh breathing and his eyes widen as it suddenly got cold. He shivered feeling depressed and sad all of a sudden.
“What’s going on?” Harry whispered fearfully.
“I don’t know, I don’t like this though,” Ron murmured, voice trembling with fear.
“We’ll why did we stop? We can’t be there already,” Hermione mused.
“That doesn’t explain why the lights have gone off,” Harry replied quickly as his frame shook.
At that moment a thin scaly hand was opening the door and Harry found himself wanting to sob all of a sudden. His happiness became non-existent especially when he saw this hooded black creature come into their compartment. He wasn’t aware of anything and his body shook again, only this time he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or fear or both. He stared in the black tunnels that were its face before it was standing in front of him. His eyes closed as he suddenly heard a woman screaming.
As the monster fed on him Harry couldn’t describe the crushing emotions that he felt. He wasn’t aware of anything, not the fact that Professor Lupin had stood or nor the fact that warmth was making its way down his legs. He only closed his eyes when a bright light came out of nowhere and he collapsed on the floor unconscious.
Ron looked on in horror as Harry suddenly fell to the floor. Before he could say anything that thing whatever it was screamed, and a tremor wracked through his own body. He looked down at his mate lying on the floor and didn’t even notice the lights had come back on. Although looking at Harry, he was now aware that he had wet his trousers, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“What was that thing?” Hermione whispered.
“A dementor, they guard the wizarding prison Azkaban.” Remus replied moving to pick up Harry from the floor.
“Then what were they doing here on the train. Don’t they know we’re all going to Hogwarts?” Hermione asked confusion in her tone.
“They were searching the train for Sirius Black,” Remus said with a slight grimace before conjuring up a patronus to let Severus know what happen.
“Is that the same thing that made it go away? What was it?” Hermione asked curiosity in her tone now.
“It was a patronus charm, and yes it is used to drive dementors away,” Remus said as he pulled out some chocolate from his bag. He broke it up before handing it to the shell-shocked boy on the seat and the girl who wouldn’t stop asking questions.
“Eat that its helps.” He said as he looked over Harry, he winced when he smelt the urine rather than saw the wet trousers. He knew that this could have happened to anyone though, and Harry was only 13.
“How does it help, it’s just chocolate right?” Hermione asked quietly.
“Dementors as you have surely noticed suck out all the happiness and light. Chocolate brings it all back and makes you feel better, as you will see when you eat it.” Remus explained before turning back to Harry.
He was just about to spell him clean him clean when he felt the boy shift in his arms.
“Harry, are you ok cub?” Remus asked quietly.
“Where is she? Is she ok?” Harry asked as he came too.
“Who Harry? What are you talking about?” Remus asked softly.
“The woman who was screaming, is she ok?” Harry repeated.
Remus stiffened but didn’t say anything.
“There was nobody screaming Harry,” Hermione replied as she took a bite of her treat.
“Yes there was I heard her,” he argued.
“The dementors allow you to relieve your worse memories,” Remus said calmly.
Harry’s eyes widened, before shaking his head as his eyes welled with tears; what did this mean? Did Professor Lupin mean that he heard his mother screaming? He looked down at his lap not wanting his friends to see his shiny eyes and promptly burst into tears as he saw the wet trousers. He knew they had seen, and he couldn’t make himself look up to face them.
“It was accident Harry, no one here is gonna make fun of you,” Remus said before spelling him clean and standing up.
Harry didn’t reply or look up at anyone for that matter, not even when Professor Lupin left the compartment to go check on the other students. He sniffled softly before taking the back of his hand to quickly wipe his face. He ate his piece of chocolate like he was told, and before he laid his head against the window and sighed softly. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep until not knowing how much time had passed. His friends left him alone, until finally Ron nudged him that it was time to put on their robes.
Taking the invisible carriages to the castle Harry didn’t join into the conversation. He sighed happily as the castle came into view. Heading inside and towards the Gryffindor table he sat down and took a seat as the sorting begin. He was aware of the dark gaze that stayed on him the entire time and he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he was told to go to Professor Dumbledore’s office after dinner. Not tasting his food Harry hurried through his meal and after getting the password from Percy (who he had found out right then that he was the Head boy) and quickly made his way to the Headmaster’s office.
“Sugar Quills,”
Harry made his way up the steps and before he could open the door he was scooped up and buried in someone’s chest. For a moment he was afraid until he could smell the potions on the clothes and he melted into the hug. He found himself crying again as his father hugged him.
Severus said nothing as he and Harry was ushered into a private room of Albus’s where they wouldn’t be disturbed by portraits. He didn’t say anything but he held his son tight as he cried in his arms. After a long while Harry’s crying turned into hiccups and Severus gently wiped his face.
“What happened on the train Harry?” Severus asked quietly.
“Professor Lupin said it was a dementor and it was doing something to me. I felt really, really bad daddy,” Harry whimpered as he remembered.
“I know Harry they suck out all the good around you,” Severus said hugging him close. He wished Harry hadn’t had that experience at all.
“I wet myself too,” Harry whispered softly.
“It was accident I’m sure; you were so frightened.” Severus said soothingly.
“Ron and Hermione saw though, what if they tell someone?” Harry asked fearfully.
“They would never do that Harry; Molly would have a fit if Ron did that. I will talk to them if you like,” Severus said quietly.
“It’s ok,” Harry replied tiredly.
“Remember Harry, now that we’re here at Hogwarts you remember how to act around me right?” Severus asked quickly.
“Mhm, I remember. You hate me now,” Harry said hurt evident in his tone.
“I don’t hate you Harry; I just have to pretend I do.” Severus said softly, wishing Harry didn’t have to go through this.
“Its ok daddy, I’m used to feeling not wanted.” Harry replied as he stretched.
“Harry I want you, do you remember what I told you about the death eaters?” Severus asked cautiously.
Harry trembled and nodded, he remembered that story all too well.
“I remember,” He replied softly.
“Then you know why we have to do this. If you ever need me, you know where our quarters are, use your invisibility cloak.” Severus replied.
“How’d you know about that?” Harry asked horrified.
“Dumbledore, not to mention I saw it when I first realized I needed to buy you clothes.” Severus replied remembering the rags he had seen in Harry’s trunk.
Harry nodded and relaxed against his father’s chest and closed his tired eyes. He felt Snape gently nudge him but he was much too comfortable.
“Stop it Dad, m’tired,” he mumbled.
“I know that’s why I’m waking you up. You have to go back to your Tower,” Severus replied.
“Wanna stay here,” Harry replied sleepily.
“Sorry child, you can’t.” Severus said before setting the sleepy child on his feet.
“No,” Harry whined as he was set down.
Severus said nothing as he led Harry back out into Albus’s office where he just happened to be talking to Minerva.
“Minerva, can you take Harry to his Tower? I don’t trust him to go alone; he’s half asleep as it is.” Severus said as he continued to nudge Harry’s shoulder to wake him up.
“Of course Severus, come along dear,” she said deciding to floo.
Severus wished him a goodnight before Harry disappeared into the green flames. |
No warning for this one, its Potions Class where Snape 'hates' Harry. Come on this was just asking for an omo scene lol. Anyways I hope you guys like this chapter I know did.
Chapter 56
Harry was nervous as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. Though Snape had explained why he had to treat him mean in front of the Slytherins, he was still a bit scared. He couldn’t even eat as much as he usually could and instead picked at his food as he drank his juice to wake up. He looked at his schedule with dismay; he had double potions after lunch. Harry chanced a look at the head table and saw his dad scowling like usual, and he relaxed for a moment.
Giving up on breakfast he sipped at his juice as he waited for Hermione and Ron to finish.
As they headed to DADA he nudged Ron, and gestured to the loo near them wanting to pop in before class. He trusted Professor Lupin to let him go but why take the chance?
"Mione wait for us," Ron said before heading towards the loo, with Harry in tow.
He quickly took care of business, before heading out and walking to class. Morning classes passed by quickly and it was soon lunch and Harry's nerves were fried. His stomach was churning and he didn’t even attempt to eat instead drinking his ice cold juice. He allowed the sweet flavor to coat his tongue and throat and he finally relaxed. Very soon the bell rang signaling the end of lunch and they swiftly made their way to the dungeons.
As they opened the door to the potions classroom the coolness of the air and Harry's nerves alerted him to the fact that he needed to use the toilet. The fact that class was about to start and Snape rarely allowed anyone to leave was making it worse. Harry was happy to note that they could pick their partners and he automatically chose Ron, since Hermione was helping Neville. As he set up their table Ron went to go fetch the ingredients from cabinet. Harry wiggled around on his stool as the pressure in his lower tummy seemed to intensify. He frowned before taking a chance.
"Professor may I be excused?" Harry asked with his arm raised.
"Potter class has just started; and you should have gone before. That will be 5 points from Gryffindor for not making good use of your break." Severus drawled out with a forced sneer. He cursed inwardly as he noted his Slytherins laughing at his treatment of Harry but there was nothing he could do.
Harry grimaced but started reading the directions on his parchment as Ron returned with ingredients. And hour into the class and Harry was getting frantic with desperation, he didn’t even know what potion they were making and he really wanted to impress Snape again. He couldn’t even concentrate on what he was doing; having no type of clue when to put the ingredients in. He had resorted to holding himself under the table with one hand and his stomach was starting to hurt. He raised his hand again, feeling hopeless.
Please sir, m-may I step out for just one m-moment?" Harry asked as his voice trembled with his obvious desperation.
"My answer is still the same as before Potter, and that’s 10 more points from Gryffindor." Severus said though inside he was worried.
Harry was in a bad state he could tell by his son’s tone of voice. It was almost pleading, but he knew letting him go would warrant suspicion since he had never allowed it in the past. He really hoped that the boy could wait until class was over. Severus looked at Longbottom wishing that the boy hadn’t been partnered with Granger today. He could have blamed Longbottom’s mishap on Harry and sent him to his office. Then he would have allowed him to use the toilet in his office.
Harry whimpered as he gnawed on his lip in desperation. He had to go! His eyes watered as his bladder felt like it was gonna explode this was so humiliating. He laid his head on the desk one arm covering his head as he stifled a sob. He was gonna wet in class in front of everyone.
Ron wasn’t oblivious and though he knew the reason why Snape told Harry no; he couldn’t help but frown. Harry was dying for a pee. He didn’t know what do for his mate but when Harry put his head on the desk he knew he had to act fast. He grabbed an ingredient he knew would mess up the potion if added in at the wrong time and held it over their cauldron. He deliberately waited until he had caught Snape's eye and dropped it in. The potion bubbled to the top and spilled over onto the table.
"Harry watch out," Ron said, stifling a grin at Harry’s bewildered expression.
"Ron what did u do?" Harry asked horrified, hoping Snape wouldn’t come and check on them. How would the man react to their messed up potion? He squeezed himself tighter, just imagining the disappointment in the man’s eyes.
"I don’t know," Ron said quietly, where the hell was Snape? He looked around the classroom, wondering where the man was. Harry was still in a very bad way, the last thing he wanted was Harry to wet in class. He could just imagine the trauma, not to mention the Slytherins would be ruthless.The moment that thought had crossed his mind he jumped in fear as the man suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Disgraceful Mr. Weasley and Potter, detention tonight at 7," Severus said before banishing their cauldron away.
"Now who was the cause of this?" He asked darkly.
"Harry sir," Ron said staring directly in the man's eyes as he tried to communicate with him.
"Ron you know I didn’t do…," Harry started off before trailing off in horror as he looked at his lap. He had lost a spurt and his face went beet red. His eyes widened as he registered that he might just wet himself in front of everyone.
"In my office now Potter," Severus said dangerously, having seen the look. He had no doubt in his mind that Harry had leaked.
Severus was no fool, he had seen the Weasley boy dangle the root and toss it in. He knew exactly what he was doing and Severus covered up a smirk with a sneer. Who knew that he could be a sneaky as a Slytherin? He addressed the class before making his way to his office hoping Harry was ok.
The minute Harry closed the door to Snape’s office he was no longer in control of his actions. He was holding himself as tight as he could all the while he was jumping up and down. He moaned quietly as he suddenly bent over at the waist the tears filling his eyes again. He sniffled loudly and looked up when the door opened.
"Oh Harry," Severus said sighing softly before closing the door behind him.
"Da...I mean Professor Snape can I please be excused now?" Harry choked out, as he felt his boxers get wetter.
"Of course you can child," Severus said quickly walking to the door behind his desk. He opened it and turned around to find Harry hobbling towards the door leading out his office.
"Where are you going child?" Severus asked in confusion.
"The toilet like you said," Harry said grimacing, did he hear wrong?
"No Harry, you can use my loo, its right here." Severus said quietly.
Harry nodded and tried to walk towards his teacher moaning as he took baby steps. He froze in the middle of the office and whimpered as his bladder jerked almost uncontrollably.
"Help me daddy," Harry said through his tears, not knowing what else to do. He bit his lip, unsure if he would get in trouble for not calling him Professor Snape, but he just had to go so bad.
"Just hold on Harry," Severus said already walking towards him.
"I'm trying, it’s starting to come out," Harry whimpered softly.
"I know but you can do it," Severus said gently lifting him up and quickly carrying him to the toilet.
Setting Harry on the floor he quickly removed his robes and buckles. He winced when he felt how wet Harry's boxers were; but turned him towards the bowl.
"Relax Harry, you can go now." Severus said softly.
Harry’s liquid hit the bowl forcefully as he peed, and he sighed loudly in relief. His stomach was feeling a bit sore and he rubbed it with his other hand unconsciously.
"Why didn’t you go before class?" Severus asked, frowning when he saw Harry rubbing his tummy.
"I forgot," Harry said sniffling; he didn’t wanna go back to class.
"Try to remember next time, and don’t forget to thank Mr. Weasley." Severus said reminding himself he still needed to award points.
"I won’t, I promise." Harry said as he finished up. He cringed at he slid up his wet boxers, and sniffled dejectedly.
"I got it Harry, it was an accident. Don’t let this bother you." Severus reassured him before throwing a drying and cleansing charm at him.
"Thanks," Harry said softly, as he wiped his face.
"Does your stomach hurt?" Severus asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry replied shamefully.
"It’s from holding it too long as you know. It may be a bit sensitive for a few hours." Severus warned.
"Ok, do I have to go back out there?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes you do Harry, class will be over in a bit." Severus said apologetically.
“I don’t want to go,” Harry whimpered turning his gaze to the floor.
“I know you don’t child, but like I said before there are going to be a lot of things you don’t want to do. You just have to suck it up and deal with it,” Severus said.
"Alright, guess I'll see you in detention then," Harry said frowning at the injustice but saying nothing else.
"It’s not a real detention Harry, you and Mr. Weasely will make up your potion," Severus said before hugging him briefly and walking back to the classroom.
Harry made sure his face was cleaned up before walking back into the classroom. He kept his head down feeling the stares on him as he took his seat. He was very quiet the remainder of class, keeping to himself. When class ended he grabbed his bag and rushed out the classroom, his nerves were shot and he didn’t want to break down in front of everyone.
He ran to his dorm room and got dressed in his sleep clothes having no plans of leaving his bed that night. He got onto his bed and closed his curtains, and cried himself to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be better. The fact that he slept through dinner and his ‘detention’ never crossed his mind, and he didn’t know that he had a worried father on his hands.
Severus was worried when 7:00pm rolled around and Weasely showed up to detention by himself. As the boy took a seat in the chair he quickly flooed Minerva to check on Harry, and he sighed in relief when she told him he was asleep on his bed. His relief turned back into worry when she told him it looked like he had cried himself to sleep, and Severus promised her he would talk to him about it. As he finished the call he turned towards Ron who was looking more defiant than usual.
“Do you know why you are here Mr. Weaseley?” Severus asked tiredly.
“To either scrub cauldrons or remake the potion,” Ron answered simply.
“What makes you think that you’re going to redo the potion?” Severus asked quietly.
“Because I saved Harry from an embarrassing accident when you couldn’t; we both know it was at the expense of the potion.” Ron replied smoothly.
“Harry isn’t here; he’s sleeping, so this detention has been postponed until tomorrow.” Severus said.
Ron nodded before making his way to the door, knowing a dismissal when he heard one. He stopped shell-shocked when he heard Snape speak once more.
“One other thing before you go, Mr. Weaseley. 30 points to Gryffindor for using your head, and thinking like a snake.” Severus said quietly before he returned to his grading.
Ron grinned brightly, as he closed the door behind him. He headed back to the Gryffindor tower; he couldn’t wait to tell Harry. |
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Chapter 57
Harry woke up the next morning with a sigh as he rolled over in his bed. He laid there for a moment before he realized that his dorm was much too quiet. Opening the curtains he was shocked to see that all the beds were empty and his friends were gone. He chanced a look at the clock and his stomach dropped. It was 11:00am; and he had forgotten to set his alarm clock and had overslept. Why didn’t Ron wake him up? He sighed before getting out of bed, trying to figure out how he was going to keep this from Snape.
He quickly showered and got dressed and was in the process of putting on his shoes when he heard a peck against the window. He turned to see Hedwig and he hurried to let her in. He opened the letter and groaned as he read it. He had detention today for skipping class, with his head of house. He sighed, knowing it could have been a lot worse. Harry entertained himself for an hour knowing there was no point to go to class this late. He stood up when he heard the bell rang for lunch and got hurried to the Great hall. The minute he sat down he winced, feeling a burning gaze in his back.
“Harry, where did you sneak off to this morning?” Ron asked as he sat down next to him.
“Nowhere; I overslept and just got up a few minutes ago. How come you didn’t wake me?” Harry asked.
“I call your name out, but you didn’t answer we just all assumed you went to breakfast early.” Ron said frowning.
“No but I got detention for skipping. I didn’t even mean too.” Harry replied hunching his shoulders.
“What’s the matter Harry?” Ron asked softly, seeing the change of posture.
“Is Snape staring at me?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Glaring is more like it, he looks more angry than usual.” Ron replied grimacing when Snape subtly gestured for him to nudge Harry.
“Do you think I’m gonna be in trouble?” Harry asked as he laid his head on the table.
“Definitely, by the way Harry, Snape wants you to turn around.” Ron said quietly before picking up his fork to eat.
Harry swallowed once before casually turning his head and nearly flinched off the seat from the look he was receiving. He sighed softly and nodded, knowing Snape wanted to talk to him. Harry turned back around and smiled, never being more thankful for a detention before in his life. That meant that he wouldn’t have to talk to his dad until tomorrow, where hopefully the man wouldn’t be so angry.
The day passed by pretty quickly to Harry considering he only had his afternoon classes to attend to, and directly after dinner he was making his way to his head of house’s office. As he was walking he felt the familiar sensation in his lower stomach and figured it would be a good idea to go before detention. As he headed for the toilet he sighed already seeing a line when someone opened the door. He frowned before looking at his watch; he was supposed to be there at 7 and having wasted a lot of time joking with his friends he only had 5 minutes to get to her office.
Harry took off for her office and made it there with about 2 minutes to spare. He stood there as she lectured him about the consequences of skipping class and his eyes widen in horror when she said Snape wanted to see him after his detention.
“Won’t it be pass curfew Professor?” Harry asked the hope evident in his voice.
“Not at all Ha-Mr. Potter, you will be done with detention in about a 1 hour or so.” Minerva replied, knowing that the rest did him good even though he skipped.
“Yes m’am,” he replied nodding that he understood. An hour wasn’t that long; he was just worried about having to go. He couldn’t ask to go to the loo in detention because she would probably think he was trying to get out of doing work. He couldn’t stand being denied, so he wouldn’t ask.
“You will be sitting at a desk and you will write lines.” Minerva said pointing to the desk in a corner of her office.
“What will I write?” Harry asked as he walked over to the desk and sat down.
“It will appear on the parchment in a moment,” she replied before going back to her work.
Harry grabbed the quill and looked back at her as words started appearing at the top of his page. He sighed and got too copying his lines completely losing himself in the work. 10 minutes into writing his lines and he was occasionally shifting around in his chair but he hadn’t noticed, too focused on his work. As more minutes ticked by, Harry’s leg began to bounce before they crossed and uncrossed themselves.
He glanced up for a moment, not liking the full feeling in his bladder at all before looking over at his Professor. She seemed to be really into her work as well so he didn’t say anything. He gnawed his bottom lip as he returned to his own work. As he was on the 30th line or so his bladder suddenly jerked and he unconsciously whimpered before his free hand went to grab himself. Harry continued doing his work even as he wiggled even more in his chair, his desperation becoming painfully obvious.
Minerva looked up when she heard the small whimper and turned to look at Harry to see what’s wrong. One look she knew what was the matter, even without Severus’s warning about what to look for. She frowned, wondering why he wasn’t asking to be excused.
“Mr. Potter is there a problem?” She asked.
“No Professor there isn’t, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” Harry replied as he willed his body to still.
That motion on led to him spurting into his pants and the quill dropped from his hand as he suddenly needed both hands to hold himself.
“Harry, do you need the loo?” Minerva asked forgoing professionalism at the moment.
“Yes m’am,” Harry replied as he bent over on his desk.
“That doesn’t look comfortable at all, you may go,” She said quickly, not wanting him to wait anymore.
“I can use the toilet, now?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“Yes you can, why would you think otherwise?” Minerva asked, hoping another teacher hadn’t denied him before.
“But its detention, I’m being punished.” Harry said confusedly.
“I know, and you will come back here when you’re done,” Minnie replied, feeling sadness that Harry would think that he wasn’t allowed to go.
Harry smiled at her before he slowly got his way out his chair. Standing still for a moment as his hands stayed in his crotch he fought for control before taking tiny steps towards the door. He worried, not sure at all if he would even make it to the toilet down the hall, he wish he was in Snape’s office.
Minerva saw the hesitance in his face and posture and frowned before speaking up.
“Can you make it Harry?” She asked gently.
“I think it’s too far,” Harry whimpered miserably.
“You can use mine, come here sweetie.” Minnie replied as she stood up and opened a door near the bookshelf behind her that revealed a toilet.
Harry nodded gratefully before slowly making his way towards the toilet. It seemed like it took forever for him to make it to the doorway but he made it. He sighed in relief before wincing as he stood in front of the toilet. He heard her close the door behind him and he quickly shed his robe one hand still holding himself while he tried to undo his belt. A spasm hit his lower stomach and he moaned and doubled over both hands once again in his crotch.
Minerva had sat back down at her desk shaking her head, Severus hadn’t been kidding about Harry and the toilets. She poured herself a tea wondering why she didn’t hear the tell tale sign of water hitting water when she heard a moan. She found herself standing up and knocking on the door gently before she realized what she was doing.
“Harry; are you ok in there?” She asked in concern.
“Can you go get my dad?” Harry whimpered, wishing Snape was here.
“Why what happened? What do you need Harry?” Minerva asked thinking he had an accident. She sighed already accioing the floo powder.
“Please Professor, I just really need my dad.” He said urgently feeling like his bladder might just explode right then and there. He literally felt like he was squeezing the life out of himself. He sniffled as a spurt tried to make its way out.
Minerva tossed the powder into the fireplace while calling our Severus Snape’s office and was rewarded when he jumped a bit.
“Can I help you Minerva?” Severus asked raising an eyebrow up in question.
“Me? No not all Severus. Harry is calling for you.” She said quickly.
“Why, what’s the matter?” Severus asked already standing up, causing a few papers to fly off his desk and onto the floor.
“I think he might have had an accident,” she replied quietly.
“Where is he now?” Severus asked sighing.
“In the loo in my office,” she replied. “Are you going to step through?” She asked.
“Yes I’m coming over right now,” Severus said making sure she had moved before flooing over.
Harry was jumping up and down with his eyes squeezed shut trying to convince himself that he could hold it. He was no longer in front of the toilet that only made him have to go worse. He was whispering under his breath for Snape to come, a part of him wanted to just call his head of house to help him. But he shook that thought away quickly that would be super embarrassing, since she was a girl. He gritted his teeth as his eyes blurred feeling like he about to lose it when he heard a knock on the door.
“Harry, can I come in?” Severus asked gently.
“Yes,” Harry nearly yelled as he marched in place.
Severus opened the door and quickly closed and locked it behind him. “Did you have an accident?” He asked as he turned around to face him.
“I’m about too,” Harry cried desperately.
“Why haven’t you gone child?” Severus asked in confusion and shock.
“I can’t get the buckle off with one hand.” Harry explained quickly as he bounced.
“Why didn’t you ask Minerva to help you?” Severus asked as he walked over to Harry and bent down to undo his trousers.
“She’s a girl Dad,” Harry said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I know what she is child,” Severus said chuckling as he easily undid the belt and started on the button.
“So that’s why I couldn’t ask her,” Harry said lifting one leg up to help relieve some pressure.
Severus undid the button and pulled them down before standing up and gesturing for Harry to head over to the toilet and go.
Harry nodded before attempting to walk to it, stopping suddenly when he felt himself involuntarily let go for a moment. He gasped as he squeezed himself trying to hold on. As he started to walk again he felt his bladder release itself and he stood there frozen in horror as he basically started peeing on the floor.
“Harry, child move,” Severus said wincing before pulling him by his arm and positioning him in front of the toilet.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered softly as his bladder loudly emptied itself into the toilet.
“It’s ok, I’ve got it.” Severus said taking his wand and cleaning the mess away before frowning at what was he hearing.
“Why did you wait so long?” He asked leaning against the sink.
“I was in detention,” Harry responded softly.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Severus answered back.
“I thought she might think I was lying,” Harry said honestly as he finished up.
“She would never do that, Minerva can tell the difference.” Severus said.
Harry nodded before pulling his pants up and flushing. He reached around his dad to wash his hands, feeling pretty embarrassed at this point. He still had to go back out and finish his detention. He rubbed his stomach absently before smiling, happy that his dad had come. He hadn’t seen Snape at all really, since he wasn’t counting classes. He hugged him tightly around the stomach trying to commit this to memory.
“Thank you for coming,” he whispered softly.
“I will always come when you need me Harry,” Severus replied.
Severus didn’t know that those words would come back and haunt him, for the one time he wasn’t there when Harry really did need him. He hugged his son for another minute or so before they headed back out into Minerva’s office for Harry to finish his detention. |
Wow, Thanks so much for the reviews last chapter, that was ALOT. I'm so happy you guys like my story, and thanks so much for reviewing. This chapter seems to be a bit short, that can't be helped the next chapter will make up for it. That ominous feeling/ cliffy that worried you guys last chapter, will be here, and it wont be happy. Thats all I can say about that, enjoy this one though.
Chapter 58
Harry trudged tiredly up the stairs to his dorm room. Classes were starting to take a toll on him and he yawned loudly deciding to just take a shower tomorrow morning. He headed for his drawers to grab a pull up and was shocked to find it bare. He shook his head in denial before closing it before opening back up. Harry gnawed on his lip, he had been using them every night since the summer, but Snape had brought 3 packs. He should’ve paid attention that he was running low on them. Harry shook his head as he quietly got dressed noticing the differences immediately.
He had gotten used to this soft padding between his legs when he put them on, but now there was nothing and he was terrified. What if he woke up late and Ron went to wake him and saw his wet sheets? What if the other boys in his dorm found out? Harry didn’t know what to do; the option of staying awake never crossed his mind. He knew already that he was much too tired. He sighed before climbing into bed, hoping and wishing that he would wake up dry.
His wish went unheard as his alarm blasted the next morning and as he reached an arm out to silence it and froze. The uncomfortable cold, sticky feeling let him know that he had wet himself. Having not woken up to it in a while he had forgotten what it felt like. He felt so gross and all he wanted to do was take a shower. He stilled his breathing for a moment as his mates started waking up. He kept still only until he heard Ron calling out his name.
“I’m up Ron thanks,” Harry called back before going back to his dilemma.
The real question was how in the world he was going to get his sheets cleaned without his dorm mates figuring anything out. He sighed in frustration as he heard them head towards the toilet before smiling once.
“Dobby; are you there?” Harry called to the empty space in front of him.
“Harry Potter sir, called Dobby?” The house elf said as it appeared in front of Harry.
“Can you help me with my sheets and clothes? I wet the bed,” Harry whispered ashamed.
“Of course, anything for Harry Potter sir,” Dobby said excited that he was helping Harry.
“Please don’t tell anyone Dobby,” Harry pleaded.
“Dobby wills keep your secrets, you can count on Dobby.” He said before snapping his fingers.
Harry felt the charm on his pajamas and he stood up and grinned at the house elf.
“Thank you Dobby,” he said gratitude evident in his voice.
“It was Dobby’s pleasure, Harry Potter sir,” he said before popping away taking the wet covers with him.
Harry smiled before going to take a shower, resolving to tell Snape as soon as he could. After potions that day he tried to wait back but a few of the Slytherins were still there and he couldn’t talk with them there so he left. He was starting to feel like Snape really didn’t wanna spend time with him.
They had been back at school for almost 2 months and he had yet to even spend a day, let alone a weekend with the man. Harry wasn’t jealous he was just feeling left out and abandoned. He shook his head that feeling was nothing new. The only difference was Snape was usually around to squash it, but since he wasn’t it didn’t go anywhere and it stayed on Harry’s mind and festered.
The next morning Harry sighed his bed the exact same as the day before. He called Dobby and he fixed it up like before. He had given up on telling Snape figuring that he and Dobby could take care of it. He failed to realize that he wasn’t getting enough sleep as he turned his alarm to wake him earlier or the wet sheets woke them up. He was constantly tired, but there wasn’t much he could do.
About 2 weeks later Harry was unenthusiastically walking to DADA with Ron, which was unusual because that was his favorite class. Harry slumped in his chair as Professor Lupin explained what a Boggart was and how it was going to come into play during that class. Harry eyes widen as he realized they showed you your worse fear. Did that mean he would see a dementor then? He didn’t think he wanted to hear his mum screaming and pleading for his life and not hers. That made him feel so guilty, but he shook it away as they stood up and got into a line.
Harry laughed along with the class, when Ron’s fear was this giant spider having remembered Aragog from the year before. He laughed when he turned it into a tap dancing spider. Harry raised an eyebrow when it was Neville’s turn. He couldn’t believe but Neville really was scared of his dad. He laughed when Boggart Snape ended up dressed in old lady clothes. Before he knew it was his turn and he took a deep breath as the jack in the box changed in a dementor. Harry put his wand up ready to say the spell, when the dementor suddenly changed to him waking up with wet sheets. He could see someone hold up the wet sheets for everyone to see and then a whole lot of people laughing at him. He could just imagine the words and taunts thrown his way.
Harry froze unable to believe what he was seeing, as he shook his head in the negative. This couldn’t be happening could it? What seemed like an eternity to him, but was only a few seconds Professor Lupin jumped in front of him and Harry noticed that his fear was the moon. How can you be afraid of the moon? He shrugged as it was turned into a balloon and locked back into the cabinet.
“Class is dismissed, Mr. Potter stay back,” Remus said loudly.
Harry nodded as he walked back to his desk to pack up his things while he waited for everyone to leave. He sighed, not wanting to think on what he saw. He shook his head not noticing much around him until he heard his Professor speak.
“Mr. Weasely, I need to speak to Harry alone.” Remus said pointedly.
“Are you talking about what we just saw?” Ron asked.
“Yes, it’s a personal matter Ron, I’m sure you realize that.” Remus replied gesturing for him to leave.
“About his bedwetting I know,” Ron said quietly.
“How did you know about that?” Harry asked with a horrified expression to match his tone.
“I overheard mum and Bill talking about you and Ginny being alike,” Ron said guiltily.
“How long have you known about it?” Harry asked, strangely calm at the moment.
“The day after you spent the night at my house,” Ron replied softly.
“Why didn’t you say something then?” Harry asked confused at that.
“I figured you would tell me when you were ready. It doesn’t change anything mate,” Ron said.
“Good because I can’t help it,” Harry replied softly before turning to Professor Lupin.
“I know and neither can Ginny,” Ron answered with a shrug.
“Does Severus know?” Remus asked quietly.
“Yes he bought me underwear that helps,” Harry answered honestly.
“Do you think anyone else saw?” Ron asked turning to his Professor, referring to what just happened in class.
“No, it was only really visible from the front which is what you guys were blocking.” Remus replied.
“Does that mean that Hermione might have seen?” Ron asked in horror.
“We don’t know that Ron, but maybe you guys should talk to her about it.” Remus said as he reassured him.
“Great, I don’t want to be teased for this,” Harry said sadly.
“We know cub,” Remus replied.
“Why did your Boggart turn into the moon?” Harry asked after a moment, startling as the bell rang.
Remus sighed in relief before turning around and writing a note for the boys.
“Hurry to class ok,” Remus replied as his students started coming in.
Harry frowned knowing his question went unanswered, but knew there wasn’t much to do as they had to get to class. He hurried out the classroom with Ron and made their way to herbology. |
This chapter, as well as the next two or so is going to have some Harry angst, . Sorry guys, but at least I gave you a warning this time. Those of you who caught that ominous feeling here it is, not sure if this is the right word but; enjoy. Your gonna get a tons of point of view in the next coming chapters.
Chapter 59
Harry sighed as he trudged through the entrance doors of Hogwarts; his bladder had the worst timing ever. Harry and his friends had decided to spend the day outside since it was such a beautiful Saturday and they were all having a blast when Harry felt his insides nudge him. He didn’t want to have an accident. And as reluctant as he was to speak up the choice was taken from him when Ron pushed him gently in the direction of the school. Apparently his dancing had been more noticeable then he had thought. Why couldn’t they have toilets outside? He smirked and snickered to himself as he imagined the muggle porta potties here at Hogwarts.
Walking in the corridor he noticed that it didn’t seem to be that many students mingling about which wasn’t at all surprising considering it was a Hogsmead weekend. He nodded at the reminder; he still needed to ask Snape if he could sign his permission slip. Harry felt really bad about Ron and Hermione staying back with him. So caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice that he was being followed until he was suddenly shoved from the back.
“Oww, what the heck?” Harry moaned as he rolled over, knowing immediately that his palms and knees were scraped.
“Can’t catch your footing Potter?” Draco taunted as he high-fived Theodore.
“I would if someone hadn’t pushed me,” Harry retorted back, before wincing. That fall and the stone floor had not been kind to him at all.
“You’re a little lost Potter, where are your other Gryffindorks? Where are Weasel and the Mudblood?” Draco sneered.
Harry didn’t react to that, trying to be the bigger person to speak and secondly because he knew he couldn’t possibly win a fight against the four of them. He backed away from them slowly, fingering his wand in his hand. His bladder nudged him again, letting him know that it was still important and he inwardly cringed.
“Just where do you think you’re going Potter?” Nott asked, before nodding to Crabbe and Goyle to stand behind Harry.
“I’m leaving, I don’t want to deal with this right now,” Harry replied before backing up again, only to bump into something.
Harry turned around in horror as he saw the bigger boys behind him, what the hell was going on?
“You aren’t going anywhere. We wanna talk,” Draco said cruelly, having seen the Gryffindor dancing outside and he was 95% sure he knew what was wrong with the lion.
Harry’s insides were churning with worry, where was Snape? He usually had pretty damn good timing when it came to saving Harry. He sighed softly before going to pull out his wand only to swallow loudly when he saw 2 pointed at him, and felt 2 more in his back. He shifted from foot to foot as standing still and in one place made his bladder rebel like no other. Harry eyes widened in fright before he quickly decided to make a break for it. He turned and quickly ducked under one of Malfoy's goons arm and was nearly home free when he was yanked back by his robes.
"Going somewhere Potter?" Draco taunted.
"I don’t think he is Draco," Theodore said smirking.
Harry squirmed against the hold on him, his bladder having been surprised and was not liking this treatment Harry was giving it. In other words it was protesting loudly. Harry casually crossed his legs tightly.
Draco noticed the new position and grinned evilly at Harry.
"Does potty need to go potty?" He teased cruelly.
Harry shook his head vehemently in the negative wondering why no one was coming to help him. Where the eff was everyone anyway?
Draco saw him looking around and quickly motioned to his friends to walk inside the lavatory closest to them; ironically the one Harry was heading for.
Inside the loo Harry could no longer hide his urge. Being in the close vicinity of the actual toilets Harry's free hand had gravitated towards his crotch.
"Let me go Malfoy this isn’t funny!" Harry yelled angrily.
"I would watch my tone Potter, unless you want to have an accident," Theodore said calmly from beside him.
Harry swallowed hard having forgotten that the other boy was even there. He moaned as his bladder contracted suddenly and he tried a last resort unable to think straight.
"Malfoy please let me go; you've had your fun. Please, please just let me use the toilet," Harry begged shamelessly.
Draco laughed loudly at that, unable to believe that the Gryffindor would stoop that low. He sneered at Harry not noticing Theodore had stopped laughing and his eyes were calculating.
Theodore chewed the inside of his lip. He neither liked nor disliked Potter, and when Draco first came of this plan he had only thought they would make him wait a little bit. He chewed his lip some more, he never signed on to make the lion wet himself. He sighed softly, Blaize was right Draco really held a grudge against the boy.
"Draco, come on man let him go now," Theodore said quietly as Harry's face started to crumple. Tears made him uncomfortable; it made him feel which could get you killed if you were in the right company.
"Why, he’s the golden boy. He had this coming, you know it and I know it." Draco replied before turning back to Harry.
“And he’s suffered enough, so let him go.” Theodore repeated.
“I don’t think he has,” Draco sneered before turning back to Harry.
"Daddy where are you?" Harry whimpered to himself softly though it was heard by everyone.
"Your father's dead Potter; looks like the boy who lived really is going mad." Draco said laughing gleefully.
Harry shook his head wishing that Snape or Remus would come save him. Hell he would even appreciate his head of house right now.
"You gonna pee yourself like a baby Potter?" Draco laughed loudly.
Harry willed his tears to stay where they were; not wanting to give the Slytherins the satisfaction. He didn’t say anything as he stood there with his eyes closed trying to contain his flood. That was why he didn’t see the spell until it was too late. He was holding himself trying to think of a new plan when he heard the words stupefy and he was suddenly frozen on the floor with the Slytherins looking down at him. He was to into his fear to notice that Nott was looking at him with a sad expression.
Harry was terrified he was completely at their mercy he knew and they knew it. As Draco pointed his wand at him, Harry felt his full bladder release itself in fear. He closed his eyes as the boy’s hoots filled the toilet and the warmth cascaded down his legs and onto the floor.
"Guess the golden boy isn’t so tough now huh?" Draco said chortling before giving Harry as disgusted look and kick for good measure on the back.
"Come on guys," he called as he walked out the loo door with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. "Oh if you tell anyone what happened here, I'll tell the whole school that you pissed yourself like a baby and then cried." Draco warned as he left.
Theodore looked at Harry and back at the door for a moment before taking out his wand. He pointed it at Harry and winced when he saw the fearful expression in his eyes.
"I’m not gonna hurt you Potter, but I am gonna help you," he said quickly.
Harry looked at him with disbelieving eyes, surely the boy wasn’t gonna help him? Wasn’t he making fun of him a few moments ago as well?
"Finite," Theo whispered releasing the spell.
"Why?" Harry asked tearfully as he felt himself get free.
"Because Draco shouldn’t have done that; it wasn’t supposed to happen." Theodore said softly before turning back towards the door.
"It’s ok," Harry said softly as his tears started falling.
"That was not ok and don’t you ever think that it was. I gotta go," Theo replied before running out the toilet.
Harry looked down at the puddle he was sitting in and started crying harder. He gingerly stood up gasping on his tears as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked a mess and he cried harder as he smelled the pee on him.
"Dobby?" He whimpered softly.
"Master Harry Potter called Dobby...Harry Potter sir, what be happening to yous?" Dobby asked in shock.
"Can you help?" Harry asked softly not wanting to talk about it.
Dobby nodded before snapping his finger banishing the mess and Harry's wet clothes. He popped away and back again with almost exact clothes and handed them to Harry.
"Thank you Dobby," Harry replied gratefully through his sobs.
"Harry Potter sir is most welcome," Dobby replied before popping away to see if he could find out what happened. Unknowing to Harry, Dobby does find out what happens and he tells Minerva.
Harry wipes the tears from his eyes splashing water on his face trying to make it look like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out. He had just reached for a towel when he heard the door open and he froze.
Ron had decided to go see what was taking Harry so long. They had long gone finished their game and now everyone was talking about a scrimmage Quidditch match with at least one person from every house. Ron knew Harry would want to play, only where the heck was his mate. As he headed near the toilets close to the great hall he looked on in confusion as a grinning Malfoy and his two oafs came running past him. He stopped and looked after them in confusion; that was strange. Shaking his head he continued walking and stopped when he saw Nott walk towards him.
"What are you doing Nott?" He asked wand out and ready.
"I’m not doing anything, though you need to check on Potter." Theodore said evenly, refusing to draw his wand though he was uncomfortable with one pointed at him.
"Why? What did you do to Harry?" Ron asked angrily.
"I didn’t do a damn thing," Theodore said remorsefully, remembering how he just basically stood there and let it happen. He swallowed hard before shaking his head.
Ron heard the change of his tone before remembering seeing the grinning blonde.
"What did Malfoy do then?" Ron asked heart landing into his throat.
"Ask Potter," Theodore said feeling uncomfortable before inching away from the redhead and walking away.
"What the hell is wrong with the Slytherins today?" Ron mumbled to himself before shouldering open the toilet door.
"Harry?" He asked as he came in further.
"Lo Ron," Harry said softly.
"What happened?" He asked gently.
Harry shook his head no, wanting no one but Snape. But knowing that was impossible. He hadn’t had alone time with his dad since the start of school and they were already in Novemeber. He sighed Snape was too busy for him now and he blinked back the tears before gazing at Ron.
"Do I have bruise on my back?" He asked avoiding the question all together and lifting up his shirt to reveal the dark bruising he knew was already there.
"Yea you do, what happened?" Ron asked softly, though inside he was horrified at what he saw on Harry’s back.
"I got kicked," Harry replied honestly.
"By who?" Ron asked calmly, though inside he was seething.
"Malfoy," Harry answered fixing his shirt again.
"I'll take care of him," Ron said much too evenly.
"No don’t, it’s ok Ron. I'm fine," Harry said quietly not having forgotten the blondes warning.
"No, you aren’t. Let’s go back to the dorm, where I wanna know all of what happened. Don’t bother trying to lie or we're going to see Snape," Ron said before grabbing Harry and leading him towards their tower. The Quidditch match was long forgotten, as Ron learned exactly what had happened.
Meanwhile while Ron was angrier then had ever been Dobby had found out what happened. And you had never seen a free elf so angry, that’s not even mentioning the kitchen elves. They were beside themselves that someone would hurt ‘Harry Potter sir’ that way. Dobby nodded to himself before popping away to the Gryffindor Head of House, knowing that she could be of help. He grinned, though he had cared for Draco as a kid, the boy who had done that to Harry was no longer the same one he remembered.
To say Minerva was angry was putting it lightly and she could just imagine what Severus would do to them. She shook her head thanking Dobby for telling her before plotting how many detentions she could give the Slytherin before someone became suspicious. She grinned to herself she was the headmistress and she only had to answer to Albus and she knew his eyes wouldn’t be twinkling when he found out Harry had been hurt again. She also knew he was blaming himself for the Durselys; she sat down and sighed, figuring she would tell them both tomorrow but ended up forgetting. |
Alright first off...I'm gonna reply to everyone's review..just havent found the time and stuff has been happening. Anyways this is kinda late..but its here, and I hope you like it. Oh and yes Sev is gonna totally find out and hes gonna be angry of course.
Chapter 60
A week had gone by since that horrible day in the loo, and Harry was constantly wondering when Malfoy was gonna try it again. Ron had taken on the role of his protector, and though he wouldn’t admit it ever, he was glad. He hadn’t told anyone but Ron what happened, and since he wasn’t getting teased he knew the Slytherins hadn’t told anyone either. Harry was currently trying to put on a ‘happy’ face for Hermione. He had nothing to smile about at the point in time. He hadn’t spoken to his dad in forever, and he often thought this was Snape’s ways of saying that he didn’t want a kid anymore.
Harry was a bit insecure, but he really hadn’t had any time to be with his dad outside of class that is. He was so into his thoughts of feeling unloved and unwanted that he didn’t hear Ron asking him if he wanted to visit the toilet before potions, otherwise he would have said yes. Ever since that first day back he had been extra careful to use the loo before his father’s class; not wanting to be caught short again. Harry’s bladder was nearly full but since he wasn’t paying attention to it, it went unnoticed until halfway through class.
At the halfway point in class where Harry was working intently on his potion wanting to make Snape proud again, he became aware of his need. He didn’t raise his hand or say anything he just squirmed around in his seat, attracting the attention of both Ron and Snape, the latter who groaned inwardly.
Severus had noticed that Harry had been taking his advice to go before his class and he was grateful for that. He sighed, knowing that dance anywhere, though it had been a while since he had seen it. He didn’t say anything hoping Harry could hold it until the end of class. He was releasing the class about 15 minutes early anyways, due to needing to give Lupin his potion. Severus nodded knowing Harry could use the toilet in his office, he walked over towards the Gryffindor side of the room where his lips twitched when he heard Weasely scolding Harry.
“Harry I told you to go before class,” Ron hissed as he shook his head.
“I didn’t know I had to go,” Harry replied, red-faced and moving around in his seat.
“Well I’ll say you do now,” Ron said pointedly, before shaking his head.
“What am I supposed to do?” Harry asked as he reached down to give himself a quick squeeze.
“Just hold on, class is nearly over,” Ron said stretching the truth a bit, as he glanced at the clock.
Harry nodded before turning back to his potion. He grimaced and tried to refrain from looking at his fath—no his Professor. He bit his lip and gave himself another squeeze.
Severus nodded before making his way around the classroom. He made sure to keep an eye on Harry to see how he was holding up and he sighed in relief when it was nearly time to end the class.
“Start packing up, and bottling your potions, I have a meeting I need to attend so class with be getting out 15 minutes early today.” Severus said.
Harry smiled at that before quickly putting everything away. He was sad to know that his dad had a meeting that meant that he couldn’t use his office loo. He would just have to make a break for the toilet and hope like hell that he made it. Harry grabbed their potion and waited in line so he could place it on Snape’s desk. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot not noticing that Malfoy had caught onto his predicament.
As he placed the vial on the desk he froze, before casually leaning on Snape’s desk as he tried to gain control. He wanted so badly to hold himself he could cry, and he turned his anguished face to look at the board. He held in a whimper as he lost a spurt in his pants, the grip on his father’s desk tightening. When he gained a small sense of control he looked up to see his father looking at him with a knowing gaze. Harry took a deep breath not wanting to attract attention before walking awkwardly back to his seat.
Severus found himself glancing up at the clock sighing in relief when he saw it. He had seen Harry nearly lose it in front of the class when he handed in his vial. He had also noticed the fear and desperation in his son’s eyes and he felt for him. He quickly turned towards his class.
“Dismissed,” he said clearly before grabbing his own papers from his desk and making his way out of the classroom. He hoped that Harry would stay back and wait until everyone left before using the toilet in his office. He had spelled it to open only to his magical signature. He hurried to his quarters not wanting to do this in the slightest.
“I’ll meet you in the tower Ron,” Harry yelled as he took off out the classroom before Ron could even say a word. He only had one thing on my mind, and that was making it to the toilet before he wet. As he neared it he could hear footsteps behind him and he turned around with frightened eyes to see that it was Malfoy and his goons, Theodore wasn’t there though.
He quickly ran faster, but his with his bladder protesting loudly it apparently wasn’t fast enough when he felt his arm get grabbed. He yanked it away before making a dash for the toilet there trying to just make it into a stall. He found himself suddenly falling and he rolled before turning around and landing on his feet. He never thought those techniques from ‘Harry Hunting’ days would come in handy but they did now. He bounced on his toes, knowing he wasn’t gonna be able to use the loo. He looked around for anything and almost smiled when he realized he was near a secret passage way that led him almost directly to his dad’s quarters.
“Expelliarmus,” he yelled, amazed when all 3 wands came towards him.
Harry smirked before attempting to catch them, only to toss them down the hall. While they ran to get them he hurried through the passage way coming out on the other side of the dungeons. Harry’s green eyes were bright with tears as he tried to contain the flood of liquid in him. He unconsciously held himself as he hobbled as quickly as he could towards the portrait that guarded their quarters.
“Little one, are you alright?” Salazar hissed in a concern tone from his portrait.
“Pleasssse, let me in,” Harry hissed desperately, as he tried to convince his bladder to hold on just a bit longer.
“Password young speaker,” Salazar prompted gently.
“Um, I don’t, I can’t remember,” Harry replied too focused on keeping it all in, to think at that moment. He closed his eyes trying to frantically remember what the password was, but his mind was coming up blank.
“What’s your mum’s name young speaker?” Salazar tried again.
“Lily,” Harry whimpered as he bent at the waist.
“And what is a Lily?” Salazar quickly asked, trying to hurry the child up having realized the problem.
“A flower,” Harry mumbled restlessly before freezing in place as he lost another spurt.
“Good job,” Salazar said before he opened the entrance.
Harry burst through the door like something was after him, and headed for the bathroom. As he passed the sitting room he suddenly bent over as his bladder contracted painfully.
“No, no, please,” Harry whimpered out loud as he tried to inch his way to the bathroom.
He couldn’t hold on anymore, not when it was hurting like that. He didn’t want to have a weak bladder like in the summer. The only problem was he didn’t want to wet right here, in the middle of their sitting room. His bladder took that choice from him as it started too poured out of him.
“Stop,” he mumbled pitifully trying to shove his hands deeper into his crotch, knowing that was pointless to even try.
His body sagged in relief and he swayed before grabbing a hold of the chair next to him. Harry looked down at the carpet as it absorbed his puddle as did his socks and shoes. He winced at how much he was going. About 2 minutes later he had finally finished and he toed off his shoes and socks not wanting to trek it through the flat. He was unbuckling his belt and was in the process of pulling his trousers off when he heard someone clear their throat. His heart stopped before looking up and seeing Snape on the couch with Professor Lupin across from him before remembering that he had a meeting today. He stared at them in horror for a moment, before frowning and gazing down at his mess. He sighed softly, what were the effing odds right?
“Oh sh…shoot,” Harry said as caught himself in time; his face turning a bright red.
“Harry, why didn’t you use the toilet in my office?” Severus asked ignoring the slip up for the moment as he waited for an answer.
He and Lupin had been surprised when they heard the door open, but he knew that the only one with the password was Harry so he wasn’t worried. That is until he saw him stop suddenly and soak his trousers on the carpet. Severus winced, wondering why Harry didn’t just use the toilet closer to the classroom.
“You always lock your door,” Harry replied embarrassed that his DADA Professor had witnessed him having yet another accident.
“All you have to do is put your hand to the door, and it’ll prompt you for a password; which is the same as it is here. Speaking of which; why didn’t you head for the loo down the hall from the classroom?” Severus asked quietly.
“I did,” Harry replied just as quietly.
“What happened?” Severus asked.
“Nothing, I just couldn’t use that one alright. I’m gonna go shower,” Harry said dismissively not wanting to talk about the incident with Malfoy. He quickly grabbed his wet shoes and walked towards the bathroom.
“Does that happen often?” Remus asked quietly gesturing to Harry’s puddle on the floor.
“Yea, he had one almost every other day in the summer. In between the days he didn’t have them, he almost did.” Severus said remembering the summer days.
“Do you by any chance know how the Durselys were punished?” Remus asked after a pregnant pause.
“I don’t, but I’ve been meaning to ask Albus about it.” Severus replied honestly.
“Something’s bothering him,” Remus mused quietly.
Severus silently agreed, and he wanted to know what it was. He spelled the carpet clean before putting a silencing spell around them as he talked about the batch of potion for this month. He planned on talking to Harry about this incident as soon as he was done with Lupin but do to his current busy schedule he never found the time. |
We are getting closer to Snape finding out what happened to Harry, but first other things have to fall into place as you'll see in this chapter. And for those whose wondering if Draco is gonna be punished..I promise you he will...and its a bit cruel...but nothing less then what he deserves lol. The next chapter is when the adults start finding out..and that will be in about 2 days or so...enjoy
Chapter 61
Harry was currently running towards the loo. That was the last time he held it before accompanying Hermione to the library. She acted like it was an insult to get up and leave. He shook his head, trying to refrain from holding himself as he ran. He was just turning the corner when he ran into Malfoy; quite literally. He hit the stone floor hard and grabbed himself out of reflex, not wanting to wet his pants. He rolled over and stood up, walked over to the blonde on the ground.
"Sorry Malfoy, you ok?" He asked automatically as he shifted weight from one foot to the other. Since he was in the wrong he knew when to accept responsibility.
"Of course I am Potter, and you did that on purpose." Draco said angrily as he stood up wand drawn.
"It was an accident," Harry replied swallowing a lump in his throat. Like I'm about to have right now, he thought silently to himself as his bladder pulsed.
Harry drew his wand automatically and quickly jumped out the way as Malfoy threw a curse. He threw his own back trying to defend himself not in the mood for this at all. One thing he was happy for; at least the blonde was by himself. Harry pushed the last time he had a run in with the Slytherin out of his mind as they dueled. Now was not the time to get choked up.
"Serpensortia," the blonde yelled out.
Harry stood there for a moment in shock as a snake popped out. He raised his eyebrow unaware that he was doing it, in a gesture so like Snape. He had to wonder though; was the blonde really that stupid or something. As the snake came towards him Harry reacted instantly.
"Ssssstop," he hissed out.
"You really are an idiot Malfoy," Harry said before asking the snake if he could turn around and scare the other boy. He smiled as the Slytherin's eyes got wide as he remembered that Harry could talk to snakes. The duel was progressing in his favor at this point, and it felt great being on the other end of the taunting. Did Malfoy enjoy a taste of his own medicine?
Harry laughed when the blonde stood frozen stiff against the wall as the snake that he had summoned turned on him. He wasn’t gonna let the snake hurt Malfoy but he did deserved to be scared silly. He allowed the animal to toy with the boy, both having a laugh in the snake language. He was just about to let the blonde go when he heard a silk voice behind him and his insides froze.
"Just what do you think you are doing Mr. Potter?" Severus asked in a low dangerous voice.
"N-n-nothing sir," Harry said heart jumping to his chest, as his stomach flipped.
Harry refused to look up, what were the odds Snape came to Malfoy’s rescue but not his? He took a deep breath willing his self to calm down.
"Doesn’t look like nothing to me. It looks like a duel doesn’t it?" Severus asked in what could be a curious tone, but they all knew it wasn’t.
"Malfoy started it, and he set this on me." Harry blurted out before calling the snake to him. It crawled up his arm and he held in a grin when he saw the other boy shiver. What kind of Slytherin was afraid of a snake?
Severus looked at both boys in annoyance; both of them were acting like idiots. Draco for setting a snake on a parseltongue again; didn’t he learn the first time around? And Harry for not just ignoring the situation like he should have.
"Mr. Malfoy you and I will be talking later. Return to your dorm at once, and don’t you think I won’t notice if don’t." Severus said darkly.
Draco nodded eyes wide as he scurried towards the Slytherin dorms. He could feel the dark burning gaze in the back of his head, and he hurried a bit faster. He was frightened with what his head of house would do to him and with good reason. He knew from his father that Snape also had the dark mark, and he knew what that meant; death eater.
Severus banished the snake and waited until Draco had long since turned the corner before turning to Harry.
"Just what were you thinking?" Severus hissed angrily.
"Dad he attacked first, I was just...oww, oww, oww." Harry moaned as his ear was suddenly grabbed quite tightly.
"Silence Mr. Potter," Severus said thanking Merlin no one else had been around. He hauled Harry to his office quickly, his grip on his ear never lessening.
Harry frowned as he was led to his father's office by his ear. He had yet to get a real detention with the man this year and he had no idea how he was going to punish him. As they passed a toilet he was reminded almost painfully of what he had planned to do before he was stopped by the Slytherin. He wasn’t worried though, since he knew he could use the loo in his father's office. As they arrived at the office he scurried to get a seat as his father threw complex charms at the door.
"Sit down Mr. Potter," Severus said, making sure his privacy and silencing spells were perfect.
"I am sir," Harry said softly as he rubbed his sore ear.
"Good, do you know why I brought you here today?" Severus said calmly, though inside he was raging mad.
"To...to talk to me about what happened out there with Malfoy," Harry said with a squirm.
"Quite right, what were you thinking?" Severus said enunciating each word.
"I was defending myself," Harry replied defensively, and I was getting him back for what he did to me, he thought.
"Were you? It looked to me like you were taunting him with a snake." Severus replied.
"He summoned it," Harry said back.
"Malfoy clearly didn’t use his head, and neither did you. Did you ever stop to think if someone else had caught you what they would think?" Severus said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion as he bounced his legs. His gaze went to the hidden door to the left before looking at his father.
"The Dark Lord has been known to torture and taunt people with snakes." Severus said his mind going back to how Harry taunting Draco was similar to what Voldemort did to those who he felt deserved it.
"I wasn’t torturing him though," Harry said quickly before standing up. Staring at the door and knowing there was a toilet behind it, was making him have to go worse.
"Sit down Harry, we aren’t through." Severus said, trying to control his anger.
"I will when I'm done," Harry said simply. Though he meant when he was done with the loo, but Snape took it another way having not paid attention to Harry's squirming.
"No; you will when I say so; which is now. Sit down Mr. Potter," Severus said gritting his teeth at what he thought was an attitude.
"Dad, in a minute I promise," Harry said before attempting to walk around his father to the loo.
"Harry James Potter; you will sit down NOW!" Severus said firmly before he grabbed Harry and plopped him down in the seat himself. He threw a sticking charm at him for good measure before going to take a seat behind his desk.
Harry was shocked to say the least, why wasn’t he allowed to go?
"Dad, what did you do? I'm stuck," Harry said trying to wiggle out of the chair and couldn’t.
"Cast a sticking charm since you can't be bothered to listen to me." Severus said sternly.
"I was listening though," Harry said as he crossed his legs in desperation.
"I seem to recall you standing up and trying to walk away from our discussion." Severus said in a no-nonsense voice.
"Dad I was trying to…," Harry tried to explain but was cut off.
"No excuses Harry, and no backtalk. You will sit there in silence. I want you to think about what you've done." Severus said before turning to his grading.
"How long do I have to sit here for?" Harry asked; face burning in shame and desperation.
"Until you've learned your lesson," Severus said as he graded his papers.
"But dad I really gotta…," Harry tried again.
"Silence Harry," Severus interrupted, not even looking up.
Harry bit his lip as his forehead marred with worry lines. He struggled against the charm to no avail. He whimpered to himself silently as he realized something. He couldn’t hold it anymore and he looked up at his father but didn’t say anything, not wanting to get into more trouble. Harry sat rimrod straight in his seat as he lost control of his bladder. It pooled under his bum and his trousers got warm and wet. His eyes filled with tears as he heard the splattering sound of it hitting the stone floor.
Severus looked up in alarm when he heard the sound of water hitting the floor only to find a growing puddle around his son; who looked like he was trying not to cry and failing. He immediately canceled the spell, but by then knew it was obviously too late. He stood up and waited for him to finish.
Harry's bottom lip was protruding out as he struggled to hold in the tears. Why the hell did everyone feel the need to spell him to one spot and it always ending up with him wetting himself? The second he felt the charm release he knew that Snape had seen and he couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer. He jumped out the chair and not really caring what he was gonna do as he took off for the door.
"Harry child, it was an accident. Where are you going?" Severus asked having caught him by the waist easily.
"I'm sorry daddy, I tried really hard to hold it, but I couldn’t anymore." Harry said through his sobs.
"How long have you been holding it for child?" Severus asked a bit of dread in his stomach.
"Since before I dueled with Malfoy. He stopped me from going first and then you did."
Harry explained as his crying returned full force. He was so fed up with everything; he was tired of looking over his shoulder and cringing when he saw the blonde boy. He was gonna go crazy he knew it, and the weight of it all was coming out at this very point. Harry was so emotional but all of his hurt was coming out, having been bottled up for too long.
He hadn’t told anyone but Ron about what Malfoy had did to him and he was constantly afraid that the Slytherin would try it again or tell the whole school about him. He cried loudly burying his face into his arm he choked on a sob suddenly and coughed for a bit feeling like he was really dying when he felt a hand on his back. Harry was unaware that the events of that day were unfolding as boys he never thought would, were coming forth. At the moment it didn’t even matter if he did know, he could care less about anything at this point.
Severus sighed, he had been angry when he found Harry, and dare he say it; scared. He was scared about how creepily similar that scene was to the Dark Lord’s. He hadn’t thought much about the squirming and moving about since most children did that in his presence anyways. Only difference they were scared and nervous of their punishment and he knew Harry only wiggled when he needed the loo.
"I'm sorry I prevented you from going child," Severus said as he cleaned up the puddle and Harry.
"I wasn’t trying to back talk," Harry said voice still thick with tears.
"I know that now child," Severus said softly, ignoring the feeling of shame in his gut.
"Can I spend the night with you?" Harry asked as from his current position where his face was hidden in his father's robe.
Severus sighed as his hand came to rest on Harry's head. It was Friday and Harry didn’t have school due to it being the weekend.
"Yes you can, though you have to eat dinner with your house," Severus said firmly.
"Why can’t I eat with you?" Harry cried.
"You know why Harry," Severus said softly.
"It’s not fair; I haven’t got to spend any time with you since we got back." Harry nearly yelled.
"I know child but we each have our duties," Severus started.
"I don’t care, I hate this. I wanna eat with just us. I hate this," Harry said as his sobs returned.
Severus frowned, something wasn’t right here. This couldn’t just be from Harry's accident, could it? The sound of the child's tears seemed to be getting stronger it seemed to Harry. This he knew was a breakdown.
"Harry child, calm down before you make yourself sick," Severus said as he bent down and picked him up and rocked him.
"Can't," Harry gasped out, all his grief at his situation making it feel like it was suffocating him.
Severus accioed a calming draught and was just about to administer it when he heard the sound of his last class entering. He shook his head feeling torn for a moment, but he knew who was more important.
"Take this for me child," he said softly as he put the vial to Harry's lips.
Harry struggled to swallow it and was rewarded a few seconds later when the panic and hard to breath feeling vanished. His head was feeling a bit fuzzy but he was too lethargic to wonder why.
"Daddy m'tired," he forced out, feeling more drained than he had ever felt.
"You shouldn’t be child. Have you been sleeping well Harry?" Severus asked quietly.
"No, ran out of underwear," Harry replied wearily.
"Why didn’t you tell me?" Severus asked quietly.
"I tried, but you were always busy," Harry whispered exhaustedly before giving in to sleep.
Severus felt the change instantly and he had the immediate sensation of guilt on his chest. He hadn’t realized that he hadn’t been paying attention to Harry. With his duties as a Head of House, potions master and teacher, Harry had merely shifted to the back. It wasn’t intentional. He had just been busy, and he didn’t think that Harry needed him that much if he was being honest. Looking down at the sleeping child in his arms he knew that it was clearly not the case.
"I am so sorry child," Severus murmured flooing Albus.
"What can I do for you m'boy?" He asked eyes twinkling when he saw Harry on his shoulder.
"Harry as you can see is exhausted. I just found out that he hasn’t been sleeping well, if at all."Severus explained.
After letting him know what happened he was surprised to see the Headmaster step out his floo. He had been expecting to floo to his office not the other way around.
"I do believe it sounds like young Harry needs a break." Albus said softly.
"We have a ways until Christmas break Albus," Severus said not getting the point in this.
"So we do; no matter your child is more important." Albus said cryptically.
"What are you getting at Albus?" Severus asked confused.
"I will take over your last class, and Sinistra will watch over your Slytherins this weekend with my help of course." Albus said.
"No Albus, it’s the middle of the year. Harry has to learn that he can’t get everything he wants." Severus said stubbornly.
"Harry doesn’t want anything Severus. Harry needs love, or have you forgotten that?" Albus said pointedly.
Severus said nothing, he had forgotten it. He admitted that to himself but no one else. He frowned but didn’t answer Albus.
"I would suggest you figure out what you wanna do with him, and floo there." Albus said as he started towards the classroom door.
"Won’t anyone wonder about our disappearances?" Severus asked.
"Harry will be sick in the infirmary, and no one will ask about you since you tend to hide in the dungeons. Besides the staff all know about guardianship." Albus said.
"Very well, we will see you on Monday," Severus said before flooing to his quarters within the castle.
As he was packing what he needed he sighed as he looked at the sleeping boy on the couch. Though this was the cause of an emotional breakdown, Severus wouldn’t allow Harry to get away with the duel with Malfoy. He had to learn, though he was proud of Harry for putting that little brat in his place. That was speaking as a parent, but as a teacher he knew there were rules to follow. He would tell Harry on Monday when they returned, no sense in ruining the weekend. He shrunk his bag and picked up Harry and flooed to the manor. |
This is chapter where the Professors find out what happened to Harry. Severus still doesnt know yet, but he will I promise.
Chapter 62
While Severus was on the way to his Manor to pack their clothes so they could visit his Mother’s cottage, the teachers at Hogwarts were horrified. Or maybe more importantly a few teachers had found out just what happened that day in the loo with Harry and the Slytherins. The headmaster had called a staff meeting that night, and it was so sudden and so unlike Albus that it had everyone on edge.
Remus for one kept having one flashback every time he thought about. Harry’s attack was so eerily similar to what his friends had done to Severus. He shook his head as he sat at his desk remembering when Theodore knocked on his door.
Flashback
Remus was sitting at his desk grading papers, looking occasionally outside and smiling as he saw the children having fun. He wistfully sighed as he remembered his carefree days of adolescence. He looked up when he heard a knock, and allowed entrance. He was shocked to find Theodore Nott at his door but he easily welcomed him in. Most of the Slytherins in his class didn’t like him for one reason or the other, which is why this was a surprise. He saw that the boy didn’t look so good; if he was being honest the boy looked like he might be sick any moment.
“Mr. Nott, are you feeling alright?” Remus asked in concern.
Theo
shook his head and hugged his stomach tighter, as he took a deep breath preparing to explain everything. He had noticed ever since that day in the toilet with Draco and Harry, his stomach had been upset. He didn’t know what it was, but if he had to guess he would say the guilt was literally eating him alive from the inside out.
“I have to tell you something,” Theo replied thickly as he sat down in the chair across the desk.
“Of course,” Remus said before he spelled a few privacy and locking spells around his office. He gestured to the boy to start whenever he was ready.
“A few weeks ago, something happened in the loo.” Theo started softly.
"What happened?” Remus asked, already expecting the worse despite not knowing what the heck had gone on yet.
“Draco wouldn’t let Harry use the toilet and he forced him to wet himself, while we watched on.” Theodore said quickly before hunching his shoulders like he was expecting a blow. He never noticed that he had called Harry by his given name, but he had stopped thinking of him as Potter that day in the loo. Did anyone ever notice that when those green eyes were filled with tears the boy didn’t look at all 13 or was it just him? He had felt protective of the boy ever since, even going as far to focus Draco’s attention on another victim so Harry wouldn’t be so scared all the time.
Everyone knew that Lupin had a soft spot for Harry, but he was the only teacher he felt like he could tell. He couldn’t tell his head of house because it was notorious that Snape hated Harry and anything to do with Harry Potter. He didn’t want to be congratulated over this; he wanted to be punished so he didn’t have to feel this way anymore.
“I see, and did you help Mr. Malfoy hold Harry back?” Remus asked calmly, though inwardly his wolf was fighting to get out and punish the ones who had hurt his cub.
“No sir, I didn’t do anything. I just watched,” Theodore whispered thickly. He shook his head; he didn’t do a damn thing, which was worse when you think about it.
“Then why were you there?” Remus asked quietly.
“Draco said he wanted to tease Harry is all, but it went further than what he said. I tried to get him to lay off of him but I was ignored,” Theodore replied staring at the floor.
“Why didn’t you try harder?” Remus found himself asking, his own stomach was churning the situation much too similar to what the Marauders had done to Severus.
“Draco isn’t someone you want to cross,” Theodore said tearfully, not to mention what his father would do to him just for talking to the man across from him. He sniffled softly as the first of his tears fell, feeling like a coward and lower then dirt.
“I understand Theodore,” Remus replied softly, and he did.
He felt a bit of kinship between him and the boy. When James and Sirius had prevented Severus from using the loo, he didn’t participate. But what he did was much worse; he saw the hurt in Snape’s dark gaze as he said nothing. He shook his head willing the memory away before turning to the boy who he could feel the guilt coming off him in waves.
“What’s going to happen? Harry is really scared now. Draco threatened to tell people,” Theo replied after he had gotten himself under control.
“Harry will be ok, don’t worry about that. And I know for a fact that Mr. Malfoy will hold his tongue. Right now let’s talk about you,” Remus answered, cringing already at the thought of what Severus was going to do when he found out.
“What do you mean?” Theo asked in confusion.
“The guilt is eating you so, and it literally hurts that you’re starting to make yourself sick.” Remus said as he called a house elf, feeling for a moment that he could quite possibly save this child from a life of darkness.
Remus nodded to himself as he shook the memory away, turning to look at Albus who looked miles away, and his usual twinkle was nowhere to be seen. What was this staff meeting about, and where the heck was Severus?
Albus was absently sucking a lemon drop the sweet wasn’t giving him the happiness he always felt when he ate them. At the moment his heart was heavy, why did fate think that Harry constantly had to suffer? He shook his head, feeling like he had failed the child once again. When was Harry every going to catch a break? He sighed softly to himself as he waited for the rest of his Professors to get here.
His mind wandered as he remembered Harry asleep in Severus’s arm after his breakdown and then moved to the boy who had visited him in his office after classes were done for the day. He hadn’t been expecting anyone which was a surprise in itself. What added to this particular guest was that he was in Slytherin house. And it was known all over that Slytherins hated anything to do with Albus Dumbledore. He shook his head allowing himself to get caught in the memory.
Flashback
Albus had been having a conversation with a few of the Headmaster’s from the past when he heard a knock on his door. His blue eyes widened as he saw who the visitor was and he quickly let him in.
“Lemon drop,” Albus asked holding out the glass tin of sweets.
“Thank you Headmaster,” the boy said before taking a sweet and popping it in his mouth.
Albus smiled at that, most of his visitors tended to say no to the tart sweet.
"How can I help your Mr. Zabini?” He asked neutrally.
“I have some information on an incident that happened about a week ago or so that I believe you are unaware of.” Blaise replied formally, as he sucked his treat.
“What is it? Does it involve a student? Is someone hurt?” Albus asked quickly, his happy mood from just a minute ago, changing to a serious one.
"An altercation of sorts and it involved a lion and a snake; and yes someone was hurt. I just want to put this out there, but I didn’t do anything first off.” Blaise said quietly.
“I understand child, just tell me what’s going on?” Albus replied softly.
“A roommate of mine with blonde hair attacked another student on his way to the loo. The student has a scar on his head, and black hair. My roommate prevented the lion from relieving himself and watched and taunted him as the Gryffindor was forced to soil himself.” Blaise said pointedly, knowing that Albus Dumbledore had caught the reference even though he didn’t give names.
Albus’s eyes grew hard knowing very well who had done what. He shook his head, how didn’t any of the teachers know about this.
“You said this student was hurt as well?” Albus asked quietly.
“Yes sir, he was stunned which led to him soiling himself. He was then kicked in the back, and it has been confirmed that a severe bruise had been formed.” Blaize answered properly.
“Why are you telling me of all people Blaize?” Albus said dropping formalities as he looked at the boy across his desk.
“Because it was wrong sir, why would you stop someone from using the loo anyways? Everyone does it right? It’s a natural function isn’t it?” Blaize asked softly unable to keep his formal tone as he answered that question. He had a younger brother at home, what if someone had done it to him?
“People are cruel child,” Albus said softly.
“It’s wrong,” Blaize said again before standing back up and blanking his face to his professional one again.
“Thank you for telling me,” Albus replied after a bit.
“You’re welcome sir, I will see myself out,” Blaize said before turning around.
“
Blaise wait, did you want another lemon drop to take with you?” Albus asked with a small smile.
“But of course Headmaster,” he said allowing a small grin to form when he grabbed the treat. But it was gone the minute he turned around and left the office.
Albus sighed feeling once again like he had failed Harry again. Only this time he was feeling like he had failed the child who just left his office; the one who had been afraid to smile. His Slytherins were just as fragile; Albus hoped that Severus would be able to save them all. He grabbed another lemon drop, knowing it was an old man’s wistfulness to think that. He did hope that Severus could save Blaize in particular that child had so much good in him they had just yet to see it.
Albus sighed as he looked at the door as his remaining staff trickled in.
Minerva was grinning to herself as she had Filch assign Draco the worst cleaning jobs ever. The only bad thing about it, the boy still didn’t know why he was being punished. She shook her head, was their no hope for him at all? She hadn’t seen Harry all day, and something about this meeting told her it was about him.
What had her little lion suffered this time? Didn’t he not just suffer from his attack in the loo? She shook her head remembering why this was still hurting her still, before reasoning it had only been a week. Though she loved all her students, some of them like Harry held a special place in her heart. She gasped in shock as she was forcefully reminded just why this feel so familiar.
Flashback
“Mr. Lupin, what can I help you with dear?” Minerva had asked as she looked over at her student from behind her glasses.
“I did something bad,” he had said quietly.
“What happened Remus?” She asked gently.
“They…he…I just watched,” he mumbled out shamefaced.
“What happened exactly?” She repeated louder this time.
“We, they made this boy wet himself. I didn’t want to, but James and Sirius wouldn’t let him go. I didn’t want them to turn on me Professor. They’re my best friends; if they leave me I won’t have anyone.” Remus said quickly.
“Who was the boy?” Minerva whispered, heart dropping for a moment, already knowing the answer.
“Severus,” Remus said softly.
“Merlin,” she had breathed feeling horrible, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop them from spreading this tale.
Minerva shook her head, wondering for the first time where exactly was Severus. Did he know what had happened? She didn’t want to be around when he found out that’s for sure. Minerva shook her head as Albus started the meeting, sighing softly to herself.
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Severus had packed enough clothes for them for the weekend and Harry had stayed asleep. The boy was literally dead weight in his arms, and he shook his head, feeling like the worse father ever. He shook his head and before going outside to shrink the car knowing they would need it to get to the cottage before Apparating away. |
This chapter was fun to write, to be able to perfect the Snape glare would be awesome. I'm just saying. And I hope this chapter was better then the previous one if the lack of reviews are anything to go by. Oh well, I digress on to the story.
Chapter 63
Severus got everything together and apparated the closest he could towards the cottage. He didn’t want anyone to find his mother’s cottage regardless of it being unplottable. He resized the car and strapped Harry in before getting into the driver’s seat. They still had about a 5 hour drive or so, and since he didn’t wanna waste any time he started the drive towards the house. As he drove the mostly deserted road he thought about Harry and how he had messed up big time before thinking on how he could make it up to the boy. So caught up in his thought he had forgotten to watch Harry for any signs of movement since he didn’t have any more night time underwear.
3 hours into the trip and Harry was shifting around quite a bit as his brain frantically tried to wake him up. He squeezed himself tight trying unconsciously to hold back his water. As a spurt hit his boxers, the warmth woke him up and he was immediately aware of how bad he actually had to go. He groaned softly before carefully sitting up. When did they get into the car? He shook his head that didn’t even matter as his bladder pulsed. He was just about to ask his dad if he could stop somewhere when he saw a sign that said the next rest stop wasn’t for 45 miles. He swallowed his fear at that, already knowing that he couldn’t hold it that long. He was barely holding on now, and he sighed softly unsure what to do.
“Dad can you stop somewhere?” Harry asked in a calm voice; though inside he knew he wasn’t gonna make it the rest stop.
“There really isn’t anywhere for me to stop Harry,” Severus replied absently.
“Oh,” Harry replied quietly as he wiggled on his seat.
“What did you need child?” Severus asked as an afterthought.
“The toilet,” Harry answered with a strained voice, which seemed to jar Snape out of his thoughts as he glanced in the front mirror.
Severus frowned having seen the sign and from the way Harry was holding himself he knew that he would never make it to the stop. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew wasting time thinking about it would only lead to his son having wet pants. And after his accident earlier that day he didn’t want his child to have to deal with that embarrassment once again. He looked around before shrugging his shoulder and quickly crossed lanes and pulled over on the hard shoulder. He knew what he was doing was technically illegal but Harry was desperate and there weren’t any other cars on the road. Plus he was sure he didn’t see any type of Bobbi around. That is until he had turned off the car and saw the flashing lights in the mirror seemingly to appear out of nowhere. He looked back at Harry; he didn’t have time for this at the moment. He could stun the man but if the officer saw him reaching for something, Severus knew he would open fire. And he was well versed in guns to know that he didn’t want to get shot by one.
“Dad what are you doing?” Harry asked quietly as he moved around the backseat, trying to keep everything in.
“Just hang tight for a moment child and let me deal with this muggle,” Severus said quietly as the man walked up to his window.
He rolled the window down, and waited for the man to talk.
“Do you know why I pulled you over sir?” The officer asked as he took out his notepad.
“No sir, why did you?” Severus asked casually as he checked on Harry in the mirror. His poor child’s face was as red as a tomato.
“You crossed the intersection illegally, and then you pulled over here when it clearly states no stopping.” The officer replied.
“I apologize for that officer but we were having a small emergency, in fact we still are.” Severus said before gesturing to Harry to unbuckle his seat belt.
“And that emergency would be?” The officer pressed.
“I pulled over because my son was busting for the toilet.” Severus answered honestly.
“A likely story, what do you take me for? You expect me to believe that? Then where is the child?” The officer asked giving what he thought was a glare. But Severus had seen better ones on his 4th year students.
As he was about to answer the man’s question he heard a sniffle in the backseat. Severus looked back to see Harry bent over at the waist looking like he was trying not to cry. He shook his head before opening his door, startling the officer as he quickly got out.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to return to your vehicle immediately,” The officer said, trying to put authority in his voice, though he backed up considerably when he saw how tall and intimidating the man was.
“I’m afraid that I can’t do that sir,” Severus replied walking to the back door and opening it as he gestured to Harry to get out.
“You are treading on thin ice sir; I have half a mind to write you another ticket as well. Now I order you to get back into your car,” The officer said angrily.
“You can give me a ticket fine, but at the moment I don’t want to damage my child’s already low self esteem by letting him wet himself, just because an officer was on a power trip.” Severus replied briskly as he ushered Harry by the shoulder to walk on the other side of the car.
Harry didn’t say anything he just walked painfully to the other side of the car and looked up at his father.
“Remember how you wet on the tire that time at the movies? You’re gonna do that again,” Severus said gently, ignoring the officer who was now surveying the scene.
Harry nodded frantically too desperate to even verbally reply. He tried to undo his belt buckles with hurried fingers and he got it undone. But when it came to his buttons he let out a whimper as he fought with them.
“I’ll do it child,” Severus said, knowing magic would’ve been simpler but since they were in the presence of a muggle that was out of the question. He sighed as he quickly got to work.
“Hurry dad, it’s trying to come out,” Harry whimpered out as he continued jumping up and down.
“Be still for a moment child while I get this,” Severus murmured trying to figure out why he bought Harry a pair of trousers with a line of8 buttons in the front. He must not have been thinking clearly, for he wouldn’t have gotten them knowing how much trouble they would be for the boy to get off quickly.
“I can’t its leaking, Dad why can’t you just use…,” Harry trailed off before remembering that muggle by the car already knowing the reason why his father wasn’t using magic.
“Precisely why Harry,” Severus murmured absently as he unbuckled two buttons, before trying to see if the trousers would tug down a bit. They stayed put and he sighed trying to hurry up.
“Hurry,” Harry said frantically again, feeling like he would lose it that very second.
“I am child, I need you to move your hands so I can get the rest of the buttons,” Severus replied quickly.
“If I move them I’ll wet,” Harry replied tearfully.
“See if you can put them in your trousers and hold on there,” Severus said.
Harry nodded before doing just that and crossing his legs for good measure. He felt like his eyes were swimming. Had he ever had to go to the bathroom this bad before? He didn’t know all he knew was that his father better hurry up before he exploded.
“There, I got it, you can go child,” Severus replied with a sigh of relief before pulling the awful trousers down and setting Harry in position by the car.
“Thanks,” Harry replied gratefully as he lifted himself out of his boxers and started watering the tire.
Severus stood up to find the man taking in the whole scene, having had that scare with a man trying to attack Harry in the loo; he was on edge for the moment.
“That is illegal for him to pee on the side of the road sir, that’ll be another ticket.” The officer said loudly and rather pompously as he wrote on his notepad again.
“Dad, I’m breaking the law?” Harry asked in a horrified tone, before grimacing as he tried to stop his stream.
“No Harry, you are not breaking the law. Don’t try to stop it, apparently I am the one breaking the law,” Severus said in a patient tone only reserved for Harry.
Severus shook his head as he headed over towards the officer trying to wonder why he was still watching Harry wet.
“Is there something fascinating about watching my son relieve himself?” Severus asked in a dangerous voice with narrowed eyes. He moved to stand in front of the man, ultimately blocking his view from Harry.
“No sir, I was merely making sure everything was alright,” the officer stammered out, having never been on the end of a dark stare like that one, he literally felt chills go through his entire body.
“Everything is fine as you can see; you were in the process of giving me a ticket or two?” Severus stated with a dangerously low voice, as he crossed his arms.
“Actually sir, I wasn’t. There seems to be a misunderstanding here, “the officer replied ripping up the tickets hastily before nearly running back to his patrol car.
“Well thank you,” Severus said politely as the man, quite fearfully got into his vehicle and drove off.
Severus leaned against the car and waited for Harry to finish up. About a minute and 30 seconds later Harry was finished and in the process of pulling up his trousers.
“Take them off Harry,” Severus said as watched Harry step over his puddle.
“Why, what will I wear?” Harry asked softly.
“I didn’t realize that I had bought you trousers that were difficult to take off in a hurry.” Severus explained pointing to the buttons.
“Oh, ok,” Harry replied tiredly not really caring. They were gonna be in the car anyways.
Severus lifted him up and tugged the trousers off of him before walking over to the car and setting Harry back in the back seat. He buckled him up and situated him into a comfortable laying position knowing that he was going to fall asleep again anyways. Closing the door he got into his own seat tossing the trousers into the passenger seat and restarting the car and driving off. |
*This chapter has some Severus angst that is all. And if you’re a James and Sirius Fan; this chapter is totally not for you lol*
Chapter 64
Harry woke up to complete darkness and he whimpered before pulling the covers over his head, which while it made it darker also made him feel a bit more safer. Where the heck was he? He deduced that he was in a bed, but the real question was how did he get here and where did Snape go? He was still tired and he way too comfortable to get out of bed to look for his dad. Harry sighed softly as he drifted off back to sleep.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Severus bolted up from his bed, wand in hand as the shriek pierced the air. He ran quickly towards Harry’s room to find him fighting with the blankets while he still seemed to be sleep. He quickly turned on the lights and started untangling the covers while waking Harry up.
“Let me go, please let me go!” Harry pleaded still asleep as he fought with his blankets.
“Harry wake up for me child, it’s on a nightmare. You’re safe here with daddy, no one can get you.” Severus soothed softly as he woke his child up.
Severus frowned when he felt the wet sheets, reminding him that Harry had said he was out of nighttime underwear. He sighed softly before just pulling them off of the bed and throwing a cleansing charm at the bed and his child.
“Daddy, you came this time,” Harry mumbled tearfully still half asleep.
“I will always come when you need me Harry,” Severus replied honestly.
“You didn’t come once,” Harry murmured as he corrected him.
“When was that Harry?” Severus asked quietly, in confusion.
“That day in the loo when the Slytherins made me wet my trousers, you never came for me daddy.” Harry said sniffling softly, having been the nightmare he just had.
“And when did that incident happen Harry?” Severus asked tensely.
“About a week ago,” He replied curling up in his father’s lap.
“How did they make you have an accident?” Severus asked quietly.
“They stunned me and I wet myself on the toilet floor,” Harry said head bending down in shame as he remembered.
“Not your fault child,” Severus said taking his fingers and lifting Harry’s chin back up.
“Did they hurt you at all?” He couldn’t help asking.
Harry nodded, not wanting to tell his father about the bruise on his back that was slowly healing. Though according to Ron who said it looked like it was getting worse every time he saw it.
“Where are you hurt?” He asked gently.
“My back, I got kicked,” Harry whimpered softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Severus asked the guilt returning full force.
“You were busy; I didn’t want to be a bother.” Harry replied drowsily.
“You will never be a bother child. Which of my Slytherins did it?” Severus asked cautiously.
“I’m not supposed to say, he said if I told he would tell the whole school about my accident. Harry said yawning.
“I can see I’ll be adding blackmail to the list, don’t worry about that child. He can’t hurt you again, now who was it?” Severus asked trying to keep his tone gentle, though inside he was burning with almost uncontrollable anger.
“Malfoy and his goons, Nott was there too. Though I don’t know why he helped me,” Harry said opening one eye to glance at his father.
“Who helped you now Harry?” Severus asked softly.
“Nott, he released the spell that had me stunned. And he said what Draco did wasn’t ok, so I shouldn’t think that it was.” Harry answered. Even now he still couldn’t believe that the Slytherin had helped him.
“I see, wont you go back to sleep Harry?” Severus asked, not sure how long he could hold his temper at the moment. He didn’t want to scare Harry especially when he needed his rest.
“M’kay daddy,” Harry said as he closed his eyes for a moment before squirming.
“Do you need the toilet Harry?” Severus asked ready to stand up and take him to the loo.
“No I’m sleepy,” Harry replied softly as he shook his head sluggishly, eyes still closed. About 10 minutes later he fell asleep in his father’s arms, once again not knowing where they were.
Severus laid Harry down and tucked him in before glancing at the clock. It read 6:00am and he was no longer tired. Deeming this an acceptable time to floo someone he headed downstairs towards the fireplace. He was seething with rage on the inside, this was going too far. How dare his Slytherins do something like that to his child? He shook his head angrily as he held the canister of floo powder in his hand. His grip tightened as his barriers slipped in his mind for just a moment. But it was enough to let a memory get through, one that he preferred to hide forever.
Flashback
He was in his 4th year and he had just finished working on a potion and it was 100% correct. He had been excited because it was a potion that you were required to know when you were taking your potion’s mastery test. He had allowed a small grin to grace his face; he couldn’t wait to tell Lily. He was heading for their special tree outside when he felt an urge in his lower stomach.
Having been working on the potion for the last 4 hours he hadn’t noticed that all of the water he had drunk now wanted to come out. It was annoying and becoming borderline desperate the more he thought about it. He didn’t wanna have to worry about it when he was with Lily so he decided to stop into the first loo he passed. As he neared the great hall he popped into the loo just around the corner from it and froze when he got in it.
The marauders were there; all of them. Potter was leaning on the wall where Pettigrew was washing his hands and he could see Black finishing up at a urinal whereas Lupin was walking towards a stall. They all stopped what they were doing and Severus found himself frozen by the door. His brain was urging him to get the hell out of there but his bladder wouldn’t be disobeyed. He didn’t know what to do not that it matter, for the choice was taken away from him at that moment when his bladder pulsed.
“We’ll look who we have here,” Sirius said with a taunt.
“Are you lost Snape?” James asked carelessly.
Severus kept his head down before making his way to the urinal but at the last second he changed his mind and turned towards a stall. He felt like he would be safer if there was a door between them and him while he did his business.
“I’m talking to you Snape,” James said as he got off from the wall.
“I’m just here to use the toilet,” he replied not wanting a fight. He was outnumbered and didn’t feel like fighting today.
“This is Gryffindor territory so I’m afraid you can’t use the loo here.” Sirius said grinning evilly.
Severus didn’t say anything, what was there to say? He had used this loo multiple times; this was basically a neutral toilet seeing how close it was to the Great Hall. His bladder prodded him a bit forcefully and he winced before shaking his head. He continued walking towards the stall.
“Oy Snape you deaf, didn’t you hear what I just said?” Sirius said making his way towards the Slytherin yanking the back of his robes.
“What the bloody hell are you doing Black?” Severus asked angrily, just barely able to regain his footing. His bladder didn’t like this treatment and though he tried not to show how bad he had to go, he was unable to keep his leg completely still.
“Ooh, looks like Snape has to pee, who knew the greasy git was actually human?” Sirius said to James who was chuckling along as well as Peter.
Remus was still inside the stall taking care of business but he could hear what was going on just fine. He shook his head, wondering why they didn’t just let Severus go. If he needed the loo that was no reason to tease him right?
Severus yanked his arm free before trying to walk into the stall that was closest to him, when he felt himself get pulled away.
“Stop it!” He yelled as he shuffled from foot to foot.
“You’re obviously not welcomed here, so why haven’t you left yet?” James asked with a smirk.
To tell you the truth, Severus was wondering the same thing. That is until he felt a few drops leak into his boxers and he grimaced. He knew that if he went to another toilet that he was gonna wet himself before he even got there. He had no choice but to use this one.
“Just let me use the toilet, and I’ll be gone as quick as I can,” Severus said quietly as he crossed his legs hoping they came off as casual.
No such luck Sirius grinned as he looked at his friends.
“Does wittle Snapey need to go peepee?” Sirius mocked.
Severus blushed but didn’t say anything. Why were they teasing him for having to go? Hadn’t the other boy just gotten done using the toilet?
“I need the toilet, please move,” Severus said again as his bladder contracted and against his will he was forced to hold himself tight or wet himself. He danced frantically in place trying to keep his liquid in.
“I don’t think I will, can’t you see all the stalls are occupied.” James said grinning as they looked at the empty stalls.
Severus looked at the row of open stalls, only one was technically in use and that was because Lupin was in there. He shook his head as he gave himself another quick squeeze.
“Move now,” He said quietly.
“Or you’ll what?” Sirius taunted.
“I have to pee damn it!” Severus yelled frustratingly as he lost a spurt in his boxers. He automatically looked down wanting to know if it was noticeable. He sighed in relief when he saw that it wasn’t.
“I would watch your tone if I were you Snivellous,” James said frowning.
“Fuck you Potter,” Severus said as he narrowed his eyes.
That action only seemed to fan the flames so to speak and before he knew it Black had gotten even more ruthless. At the moment both his arms were being held by Pettigrew and Potter while Black looked at him cruelly. He was dancing in place trying to keep it all in, when he heard the stall door open. He looked at Lupin who was looking at the whole scene in shock, gaze going from his friends and back to Severus. The moment he made eye contact with the other boy near the stall he got punched in the gut. He gasped loudly and he was released.
As he hit the floor he struggled to catch his breath he was aware of two things. One they were laughing at him which wasn’t anything new, and secondly his trousers were warm. Why were they warm? When Black had punched him he had aimed at Severus’s bladder on purpose. The result was since it was much to full and couldn’t hold anymore against the sudden pressure. His bladder had released itself without Severus’s permission. He sat on the floor gasping on air as the puddle around him got bigger.
“Oh Merlin, I can’t believe he actually pissed himself,” James said laughing.
“Guess you really did have to go huh Snape? Someone needs to be put back in nappies, he couldn’t even hold it.” Sirius scoffed, before he laughed himself.
Severus didn’t look at anyone as he finished his wet, he didn’t cry and he didn’t say anything as he slowly stood up. He was strong and he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing how much that hurt him. He ignored the boys who had dumped his things out of his bag and they got wet with his pee.
He shoved it all back into his pack and stood back up and made his way towards the door. He knew a cleaning spell and he would do it when he got away from these pricks. As he opened the door he found himself turning his head towards the boy by the stall who was looking at him in sadness.
“Coward,” he whispered before exiting the toilet.
Severus didn’t know until later that Remus had heard the word plain as day and it didn’t even matter. All he cared about at that moment was that Lupin did nothing but stood back and watched it happen and everyone knew that was worse than doing it.
A thud was heard from the left of him and the canister in his hand dropped to the floor. Severus eye’s shot open before pointing his wand at the source of the noise only to find Harry getting up off the ground his eyes going from embarrassment to fear filled eyes. Severus glared at Harry for a moment, not seeing the child but seeing James’s Potter’s mocking face. His lips twisted into a sneer and his eyes narrowed.
Harry was looking at Snape with a frightful expression, if had to pee he knew for a doubt he would have already wet himself at that moment. He was frozen in fear, and he finally closed his eyes unable to keep looking into the angry dark eyes.
“Daddy you’re scaring me,” he whispered tearfully, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
Severus blinked and snapped out it, and noticed his trembling child a few feet away from him. He shook his head; thanking Merlin he hadn’t done anything stupid. He would never forgive himself if he hurt Lily’s child.
“Sorry child, you can open your eyes I’m not angry anymore,” Severus replied gently as he put his wand away.
Harry didn’t say anything, though he did open his eyes one by one. A part of him wanted to run upstairs and hide under his bed, but another part of him was wondering if it would be ok to go sit by Snape. But it was 7:30am and years of getting up early assured him that he couldn’t sleep, not that it mattered as the sun was coming up anyways. Not to mention his bed was wet and he was kinda hungry. He was scared at the moment; he didn’t like the way Snape had looked at him when he pointed his wand at him.
“Come here Harry,” Severus said quietly.
“Are you sure?” Harry whispered not moving from his spot.
“I’m sure. I’m not going to hurt you child,” Severus said gently.
Harry nodded to himself before making his way towards the man. He stiffened when he was gently pulled towards him. He stood stock still as Snape placed him in front of him. He stared at Snape for a moment. Fearful emerald eyes gazed into worried obsidian eyes with a touch of sadness. He could see the worry lines on Snape’s forehead and he gently tried to brush them away.
“Don’t be sad Daddy,” he mumbled as he laid his head on his chest.
“I’ll try not to be Harry,” Severus replied honestly as he hugged him close.
Harry nodded from where he was and was about to ask why Snape was sad in the first place when his stomach decided it was done being patient and it growled loudly. Harry blushed as Snape laughed, but he welcomed the sound nonetheless.
“Are you hungry child?” Severus asked as he stood up before reaching down and picking Harry up.
“I’m starving.” Harry replied happily as they headed into the kitchen.
As Severus made breakfast he couldn’t help but wonder what James Potter would think about what had happened to his son if he had been alive. In a way it was karma, but Severus wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not his Harry. He shook his head, Malfoy was getting it, and until he found out just exactly how Theodore ‘helped’ he was gonna get it too. |
I was gonna pologize for this taking too long, but I'm still within my time frames, no warnings for this one.
Chapter 65
“What are we going to do today?” Harry asked as he took a bite of his waffle as they ate breakfast.
Harry didn’t care what they did, and he didn’t ask why they were at this cottage and not at school. Yesterday was kind of a blur to him, one minute he was crying in his dad’s office and then he was peeing on the side of the road. Did that really happen? He shrugged not really caring as he grinned at his father.
This was the most time he had spent with him since the summer and he had missed it.
“Well did you have anything that you wanted to do; that we didn’t do over the summer?” Severus asked casually.
“Could we go on one of those travel boats in London?” Harry asked excitedly, remembering the day when his class went on the fieldtrip. Dudley had been sick that day and his Aunt had allowed him to go, it was wicked.
“We can do that, just let me go call and reserve two spots for us,” Severus said knowing exactly what Harry was talking about.
As he called the speedboat company, getting information for when and where and how long the ride actually was he was all set. Severus figured since the tour was only for an hour, Harry and he could just spend the day in muggle London sightseeing. He walked back to the kitchen and finished his breakfast before telling Harry to go get dressed. After cleaning up the kitchen he went and did the same.
45 minutes later Harry was dressed and ready to go, he had his coat and his boots and he was excited. That is until Snape told him they would be Apparating to the Leaky Cauldron.
“Why can’t we drive?” Harry asked curiously as he watched Snape shrink the car.
“Because it would take too long,” Severus said simply before grabbing the small backpack by the door and crooking his finger for Harry to come closer. He hugged the boy closed before they disappeared with a small pop.
Harry opened his eyes when Snape gently prodded him and he was shocked to learn that he didn’t feel sick that time. He grinned as Snape told him he had taken the brunt of it since Harry had been hugging him. He smiled as they walked a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron where Snape unshrink the car. Harry piled in the back and they set off. Harry sighed as he realized he had forgotten his game boy. The 2 hour drive to the pier was going to suck.
“What’s the matter Harry?” Severus asked hearing the sigh.
“I forgot my game, and now I’m gonna be bored,” Harry replied softly.
“I brought it child, check in the bag on the seat next to you,” Severus replied easily as he shook his head.
Harry’s eyes widen as he opened the bag. Bypassing the change of clothes he smiled when he saw it at the bottom of the bag.
“Thanks dad, you’re the best,” Harry replied happily as he turned on his game.
Severus smiled at the praise before turning on the radio. Thanks to the lack of traffic they made fairly good timing. Severus found a park before turning around to tell Harry to turn off his game.
“Do I put it back in the bag?” Harry asked as he closed the case.
“No, leave it in the boot it might get wet,” Severus replied as they got out of the car.
As Harry stretched he was aware of the slight pressure in his lower abdomen but it wasn’t anything he was worried about. He looked around as Snape made sure he had everything before locking the car and heading over toward the pier. He saw a sign that said London Rib Voyages and he grinned, knowing that this was it. He was so excited his bladder having taken a backseat for the moment.
Severus signed the waivers for both him and Harry and they both go suited for lifejackets. Uncomfortable things they were, but he knew that they were necessary. He made sure Harry’s was tight as possible as they listened to their captains explain the rules. He was happy to note that he had brought two water bottles for him and Harry after the man had told them that it tended to get hot and water was recommended. Soon everyone was starting to pile onto the boat, and Severus made sure Harry had an inside seat and that he next to him and strapped in tight. After everyone was checked the tour began.
“Don’t forget to drink this Harry,” Severus told him as he handed him his water bottle.
“I won’t dad, thanks,” Harry replied as the boat took off into the water.
Harry whooped and grinned along with the other kids on the boat as the wind blew their hair and hats back and he loved every minute of it. The screams and the wind were starting to make his mouth dry and he happily gulped his still cold water. Throughout that hour he finished his bottle and when the ride was over he couldn’t be happier. He hugged Snape the minute they got off the boat.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you dad,” Harry replied gratefully.
“You are welcome child.” Severus said with a grin of his own as they headed back to the car.
Severus figured they could do some sightseeing in the car, and an hour from now they would take the double decker bus back at the pier that had also given tours. He wanted to Harry to get an education of not just magical history, but also muggle history. After all Lily was a muggleborn, and this was her world before she knew she was magical. Severus bought a small lunch of fish and chips and they ate it in the car as they toured.
Harry was ecstatic as they got inside the car. As he buckled the seatbelt, he squirmed a bit noticing how the belt was pressing into his pretty full bladder. He didn’t say anything because he figured they would go to a place that had toilets and he could use it there. He swung his legs as his dad drove, looking out the window as Snape pointed out things. The mood inside the car was comfortable but Harry’s curiosity about why they were here and not at school had come back. Since Snape hadn’t pointed anything out yet, Harry took advantage of the silence.
“Dad, how come we’re not at Hogwarts?” Harry asked curiously.
“Because Albus has decided that you needed a break,” Severus replied carefully.
“Was it because I cried in your office?” Harry asked quietly.
“It was more than that child. While we’re on the subject, did you think I was ignoring you?” Severus couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes sir, every time I tried to talk to you, there were always people around. But on the days where you were alone, you always had a lot of paper in front of you.” Harry answered softly, as he looked at his lap. The feeling of abandonment had come back.
“I see, I never meant for you to feel like that child. Why didn’t you come by our chambers?” Severus asked softly.
“I did a few time but you were never there. Salazar said that you were in your lab, I didn’t wanna bother you.” Harry responded, trying to swallow the lump that had appeared in his throat.
“You wouldn’t have bothered me child, I’m your father first. You can come speak to me at anytime,” Severus replied before deciding to park so he could talk to Harry face to face.
Harry nodded but he didn’t say anything in reply that. His arms unconsciously went around his middle as he tried to comfort himself. Snape had said something similar in the summer, but when they went to school it changed. Harry sniffled softly; knowing that after this weekend Snape was going to go back to being too busy for Harry.
Severus was in the process of turning off the car when he heard the sniffle. He turned around to see Harry’s lower lip trembling. He sighed softly, wondering what set this off. Hadn’t he just told the child he could come to him at any time?
“Harry what’s the matter?” Severus asked gently.
“What’s gonna happen when we go back to school?” Harry asked chest heaving as he tried to keep from crying. He was gonna be strong, he knew he could do it. He had been alone long before Snape, and though it hurt he knew he could get along without him.
“What do you mean?” Severus asked.
“Are you gonna be the same again?” Harry asked, swiping the back of his hand angrily across his eyes.
“No, I won’t. Come and sit up here with me,” Severus said quietly.
Harry unbuckled his seatbelt and was climbing over the seat when Snape grabbed him. He didn’t struggle as the man situated him in his lap and held him. Harry swallowed again and blinked his eyes rapidly trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Remember how I told you that it’s ok to cry?” Severus whispered, as he looked at the boy trying to keep his tears back.
“I don’t wanna cry today,” Harry mumbled piteously.
“I know you don’t child, don’t fight it,” Severus murmured.
Harry nodded that he understood before turning his head into the man’s chest. The smell of potions brought back the memories he had just made that past summer. How many times had he fallen asleep on the man, and woken up in his own bed? What about when Snape cared for him when he was sick? He missed those days, and though he tried to hold them back, he ended up crying his frustration out into his father’s shirt. Not sure at all how long he cried, and he didn’t care. Slowly his hysterical sobs turned into normal tears before they were finally hiccups. He closed his eyes for a moment, and fell asleep.
Severus sighed softly when Harry had relaxed against him, knowing that the boy had needed that. Hopefully their relationship could be restored back to where it was because right now his child was hurt. The horrible thing about it was he was the one to blame and all because he had forgotten he wasn’t alone anymore. He sighed before reaching over and setting Harry in the passenger seat and buckling him up, before he reclined the seat back.
They could do the bus tour later or another time, at the moment Harry was resting. Severus pulled out the parking space and just drove around town, not really looking at anything just thinking. After driving around for about an hour and a half he passed a store and was reminded that he needed to buy Harry his nighttime underwear. He glanced over at the child, sighing in relief when he appeared to be dry and wasn’t moving around so much. He pulled into the store parking lot and parked before turning off the car and leaning over to shake Harry awake.
“It’s time to wake up Harry,” Severus said softly as he gently shook the boy awake.
Harry was sleeping awesome, having not slept well in a while he groaned when he felt someone prodding him awake. Why couldn’t he sleep more? He opened his sleepy eyes to gaze at the man in question. What was going on?
“Remember you needed to get some more nighttime underwear? I’m unsure of which ones you liked,” Severus replied, before Harry could voice his question.
“The ones that look like boxers,” Harry replied tiredly even as he unbuckled his seat and sat up. He rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out before opening the door.
As the cool air hit he face, he woke up a bit more and waited for Snape to lock the door as they made their way inside the store. Harry noticed with dread that the more he walked the more aware he became of his bladder. He remembered he had to go even before he fell asleep, and since he woke up dry he had to go even more. His bladder was full, and he had to go really bad. He bit his lip and didn’t say anything, wanting to hurry up and get this shopping trip out the way.
He followed Snape towards the aisle, blushing a bit when a lady smiled at him. He looked at the ground and nearly bumped into his dad who had stopped.
“Which ones did you want again Harry?” Severus asked as he looked over the brand and different types.
“The ones with the blue boxers,” Harry replied as he moved from one leg to the other.
“Hmm, I don’t see them,” Severus mumbled to himself as he scanned the shelves.
“The package said they were called goodnights,” Harry replied as he rocked his hips and paced the floor.
“Mhm, oh I see the brand,” Severus murmured.
Harry didn’t say anything, only bending over at the waist as he pressure became too intense in a matter of seconds. He made a face before jamming his hand into his crotch, figuring he’d better speak up.
“Dad, I gotta gotta use the toilet,” Harry said quickly.
“Wait just a moment Harry; I’ll take you as soon as we’re done here.” Severus replied, his gaze not leaving the shelves. He sighed softly before finding the correct kind and size, before buying 3 packs.
Harry chewed the inside of his lip, sighing in relief when Snape found them. He bounced on both feet as he waited for his father to start heading towards the checkout line. As they walked towards the front, his heart sank as he saw how long the actual line was. Now that they were near a lot of people, Harry made himself release his hold on himself and regretted it as soon as he did.
He stopped in an instant and bent at the waist, this time both hand squeezing himself as he squirted uncontrollably for a moment. His face turned red as he heard a little boy a few spaces away speak quite loudly to his mum.
“Mummy, why does that boy look like he has to go potty really bad?” The little 5 year old said.
“That’s because he does honey,” his mother replied before walking over towards Snape who seemed to be lost in thought.
Severus was standing in line deep in thought. He was still angry at his Slytherins for doing that to Harry and he would show them his displeasure when he got back. At the moment he was thinking of all the ways where he could punish the brats for making Harry feel so ashamed. Why did people feel the need to make others suffer from humiliation? What were they hoping to gain from that? For the first time ever, Severus didn’t notice that the child next to him wasn’t doing ok. If he had of been paying attention he would have realized the problem immediately.
Harry at this point was doing a major potty dance in the middle of the store where they stood in line. His predicament was obvious to those around him, and many wondered why he didn’t go. The answer was simply he had no idea where the toilets were even located in the store. His face was a deep shade of red and his face was squished up in agony, as he bounced around trying to hold everything in.
“Excuse me sir,” the mother of the 5 year said as she tapped Snape on the shoulder.
“Yes miss?” Severus asked politely as he turned to face her.
“Your son needs the toilet, quite urgently I might add.” She said quickly, jerking her head to the side so he could turn around.
Severus’s eyes widen comically for a second as he took in Harry, trying with all his might trying not to wet himself. He had heard the boy ask but he didn’t think that he had to go that bad.
“Thank you so much, Harry come on,” Severus replied to her absently as he stepped out of line.
Harry looked up at Snape and nodded before walking as fast as he could towards his father. He didn’t say anything as Snape led him towards the back of the store. They were in the middle of a random aisle when Harry doubled over as his bladder jerked painfully. He trembled as his bladder jolted again, and he felt warmth on his crotch, and felt it dripping down his legs. He squeezed himself tighter, holding it in a death grip trying to ignore the wetness on his hands.
“Dad, I don’t think I’m gonna make it,” Harry whimpered out pitifully.
“Just hold on Harry, did you want me to carry you?” Severus asked already making his way over to him.
“No I don’t wanna risk and wet on you again,” Harry said shaking his head back and forth in the negative.
“Well I’m gonna risk it, just close your eyes, and we’ll be there before you know it.” Severus said as he lifted the child up and immediately lengthened his stride so he would get to the toilets quicker. Severus shouldered the door opened and walked into a stall locking it the moment they were in it. Placing Harry on his feet and in front of the toilet he banished away the buckles on his trousers. He was rewarded when they slipped down to his ankles.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt his trouser slide off and he eagerly took himself out of his wet boxers and aimed at the toilet bowl. He forced himself to relax as it was coming out in small spurts, and soon the sound of his water hitting the toilet water filled the empty loo. He sighed, as he went rubbing his sore stomach, not liking the feeling at all.
“I’m sorry child; I didn’t realize you had to go this bad.” Severus said apologetically.
Harry didn’t say anything, instead keeping his eye on the bowl as he finished up. When he was done he popped himself back into his wet boxers and flush. He grimaced as he pulled up his wet pants. He turned towards Snape but didn’t speak, at the moment he was so humiliated. All those people in line had seen him holding himself and dancing about as if he was a little kid. He glared at the floor, ignoring the wet patch going from his crotch to his left knee on his trousers.
Severus allowed the silence for the moment, as he spelled Harry clean and dry. Waving his wand one more time he returned the belt and buckles to where they once were. He opened the stall and allowed the boy to wash his hands. As the boy started towards the door without him Severus decided that he had enough of the silent treatment.
“Where are you going Harry?” Severus asked casually.
Harry looked up at his father with his emerald green eyes, which showed frustration, anger and hurt in them. He shook his head before turning his eyes on the ground. Harry frowned before turning back around and heading for the door. The sooner they left this store the better; he never wanted to see those people ever again.
“I asked you a question Mr. Potter. You would do well to answer me, unless you want the plans for the rest of the day to be canceled and we’ll head back to the cottage.” Severus replied in a quiet voice, he usually used in his classroom.
Harry stared defiantly back at the man but he didn’t say anything. In all honesty, he wasn’t feeling up to anything at that moment. He just wanted to go lie on his bed and be by himself for a while. Snape had been ignoring him while it was just the two of them, the talk that they had earlier was void. What was he thinking about so hard that he didn’t notice Harry about to have an accident?
“Fine, we’re done here, after we get your underwear we are going back to the cottage. I don’t have time for your attitude today Potter,” Severus said voice taking on an annoyed tone as he walked towards the door.
Harry still didn’t say anything as they walked outside and back towards the checkout line. He put his hands in his pocket and kept his gaze to the ground. His ears and his face were a bright red; he was so ashamed of himself. He breathed a sigh of relief as Snape paid for the items and they headed back to the car. As Snape opened the door, Harry walked towards the back not wanting to sit up front with the man, but apparently his teacher had other ideas.
“Get in the front Harry, that wasn’t a request,” Severus told him as he placed the bags behind the seat and got in.
Harry sighed loudly before opening his door and getting in. Though he was mad at the man he knew his limits and he didn’t slam the door. He buckled his seatbelt and turned towards the window, before reaching in the back to get his game.
“Put it down Harry,” Severus said as he headed for the roadway.
Harry turned to look at the man, what was he supposed to do now? They had about a 2 hour drive back to the cottage. He sighed softly as he set the game on the floor by his feet before finally turning his body towards his door. He stared at the door hard, wishing he was anywhere but where he was. He hated Snape so much right now.
“Are you done sulking?” Severus asked about 20 minutes later.
“I wanna go to sleep,” Harry whispered softly, figuring that was the safest thing he could say to the man without getting in trouble.
“Grab the underwear and put it on, should have made you put one on back in the store.” Severus mused.
Harry reached into the backseat to grab a pull up. He wasn’t at all self conscious he was just hurt and mad at the man. At the moment Harry was holding a grudge, and from how he was feeling he felt he could hold for a long, long time. After all he learned from the best. Sliding his pants and boxers off he slipped it on before redressing. He sighed trying to make himself comfortable in the seat, wishing he was in the backseat. He didn’t voice it, not wanting to talk to Snape at all. He turned over and closed his eyes, lightly dozing the entire way to the Leaky Cauldron so he didn’t have to speak. |
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Chapter 66
Harry knew they had arrived because he heard the car stop and turn off. He sighed softly before opening his tired eyes a bit realizing they were in London. He didn’t wanna stand up and walk, let alone talk to the man so he closed his eyes and relaxed again as if he was still sleep. He was rewarded when Snape unbuckled the seatbelt and picked him up before laying his head on his shoulder.
Harry stayed quiet as Snape shrunk the car and apparated on the spot. He opened his eye slowly to note that they were standing in front of the cottage. As Snape and headed towards the house, placing his hand on the door and opening it. Once they were inside the house he wiggled his body to let his father know that he was awake and was gently set down.
“How was your nap Harry?” Severus asked with guarded eyes.
Harry said nothing as he walked to his room. He didn’t turn around to see if Snape had followed him or what the man’s expression looked like. Harry was just turning the knob when he heard his name. He turned towards his father and looked at him warily.
“Since you want to sulk so much, you’re grounded to your room until dinner time.” Severus said smoothly as he watched Harry’s reaction.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied quietly, he didn’t mind he wanted to sleep anyways.
“You may come out however if you need the loo. Then you are to return back immediately to your room. Do you understand Harry?” Severus said tightly, trying to keep his temper under control.
“Yes sir,” Harry answered before walking into his room and closing the door.
He shed his coat and shoes and trousers on the floor, not bothering to get in his pajamas. Harry pulled back the covers and got in, wondering when Snape had changed his bed. He sighed not really caring as he fell asleep.
Severus went to check on Harry 1 hour later, having not heard anything from him in quite some time. He opened the door to find clothes on the floor and Harry asleep. Deciding to let him sleep the attitude off Severus went to his lab. Getting lost in his potions, he would have forgotten about dinner had his alarm not went off. Placing a charm on his cauldron he went into Harry’s room to find the boy twisted in his covers still asleep. He reached over to wake him up, hoping that his sour mood was gone. He still had no idea what had brought on the attitude in the first place.
“Harry, get up its dinner,” Severus said as he shook him.
Harry moaned loudly but got up tiredly stumbling a bit before Snape caught him. He didn’t wanna eat he still wanted to sleep and forget about everything that happened earlier.
“After you eat you can go back to bed,” Severus gently said as he led Harry to the kitchen.
Harry nodded sluggishly before heading to the sink to wash his hand before taking a seat at the table. He heard Snape near the stove and he rested his head on the table. He lifted his head when he felt a plate settle in front of him and he yawned before grabbing his fork. He yawned again then frowned as he started eating.
“I don’t need to ask if you slept alright, since you’re still half asleep. But I want to know what set off your attitude today? Why were you so angry with me in the store?” Severus asked.
Harry shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth, knowing Snape didn’t like it when he spoke with his mouthful of food. If he kept food in his mouth he wouldn’t risk himself saying something stupid and get in even more trouble.
“Slow down Harry, before you choke,” Severus admonished as he watched his son’s food quickly vanish from his plate.
“But I’m hungry,” Harry whined not slowing down in the slightest, just wanting to finish so he could go back in his room.
Severus frowned before reaching over and taking the plate away. He didn’t want the child to eat to fast just for it to all come right back up. He held the plate in his hand as Harry looked at him in alarm.
Harry’s eyes widened when he felt his plate get pulled away. He knew it was too good to be true, and he had no one to blame but himself. He had allowed himself to get comfortable and had stopped protecting his plate thinking that Snape wasn’t like the Dursely. His chewed his jaw as he gently set his fork on the table, wanting his plate back more than ever. He clasped his hands tightly in his lap, and stared at them for a long moment before speaking.
“Can I be excused?” He asked softly.
“No you haven’t finished your dinner,” Severus replied.
“But you took it away, so that means I don’t get to finish eating.” Harry explained confusion in his tone.
“Why would you think that?” Severus asked in shock.
“The Durselys liked to do that,” Harry replied shame-faced.
“I’m so sorry child, but no I am not taking your food away. I didn’t want you to get a belly ache from eating so fast.” Severus said placing Harry’s plate back.
His heart ached when he saw Harry glanced up at him before cautiously picking up his fork, one hand holding the plate protectively. Severus had remembered this position earlier in the summer; it had been a while since Harry had done that. To know that he had invoked that kind of fear in the child didn’t bode well for him. He sighed but didn’t say anything rest of dinner.
Harry relaxed slightly but his hold on his plate never wavered and he found himself grabbing a few rolls from the table and pocketing them. He had never been afraid that Snape wouldn’t let him eat before, but then again the man had never taken his plate just because he was eating too fast. Harry worried about the silence but didn’t say anything either. As soon as his plate was clean he got up and headed to his room; wanting nothing more but to sleep. And sleep he did. For the first time in months Harry’s goodnight was dry when he woke up to the sun in his window the next day.
“I’m dry,” Harry whispered in awe to himself before he clutched his groin and hopped out of bed.
He knew from experience that the downside of waking up dry meant that you had to go really bad in the morning. He quickly made his way to the toilet only to try to open it and find it locked. Harry knocked on the door with one hand frantically, as he marched in place in front of it.
“Dad, I gotta use the toilet right now,” Harry said his voice desperate and urgent.
“Hold on Harry, I’ll be through in a minute,” Severus called, as he tried to hurry up and finish his own business. The boy tended to need the loo at the worst times, this being one of them; especially since he had just started going.
“I can’t hold it,” Harry responded worriedly, as he hoped his dad would hurry up.
“I’m nearly done child,” Severus replied, trying to encourage him.
“Dad please can you hurry?” Harry asked anxiously as his bladder was more than ready to be empty.
“Give me 45 seconds,” Severus replied calmly, hoping Harry could wait.
Harry nodded trying to hold on for dear life as he listened to his father’s stream weakened. He bounced around trying to keep it all in, not even hearing his dad finishing up. He gasped quietly seemingly without warning his bladder started to release itself into his dry goodnight. Unable to stop the flow, he breathed a sigh of relief as he emptied. At that moment Snape opened the door and Harry looked down at his feet unable to move as he wet.
“Harry I thought you needed the toilet? Come in then,” Severus replied opening the door wider so he could scoot pass him.
“I'm going daddy,” Harry said softly, Snape nearly didn’t hear him.
“It’s alright child, it was an accident.” Severus said soothingly.
“But I woke up dry,” Harry said tearfully as he finished the last of his wet.
“That’s very good Harry. If we were at the Manor, you’d have made it because it has more than 1 toilet.” Severus praised.
“Can I shower?” Harry asked as he felt the soggy thing between his legs.
“Yes you can, meet me downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast when you’re done.” Severus said walking to his room.
Harry didn’t say anything as he shuffled his way into the loo. He stripped of his pajamas and the wet goodnight before getting into the shower.
Severus was downstairs cooking breakfast, feeling awful about Harry’s misfortune. He shook it off, hoping the boy wouldn’t take this current accident to heart. Yesterday was something else, and he had no intention on bringing back that moody child. If this was what he was in store for Harry’s teenage years, someone was going to be grounded a lot. He sighed softly as he set the plates on the table before waiting for Harry to come down. |
Hey guys, what do you get when you have no sleep, a ton of rps, and about 5 fanfics your writing? Now combine that with real life, and you've got me. I'm sorry this is super late. I usually write about 5 chapters at a time and then just post them every three days. But i realized that when I went to post this one, it wasnt even written yet..Oops lol. Anyways enjoy this one, I try to keep my story as realistic as possible..well as realistic as one can when magic exists as it does lol.
Chapter 67
Harry smiled a big smile as they landed in their quarters at Hogwarts. He was feeling good perhaps his Professor was right, and he was happy that they got to spend the weekend together. He couldn’t wait to see what they were going to do for Christmas. This was going to be his first Christmas with his own family and he was excited. So deep in thought of what was to come he didn’t see the frown on Snape’s face as he read the parchment on the table. Harry was just about to head to his room when Snape called him.
“Yes sir?” He asked curiously.
“You will have detention tomorrow at 6:30pm, don’t be late Mr. Potter.” Severus said firmly.
“Detention, but I didn’t do anything yet sir,” Harry said in confusion as he looked at his father.
“Is that so? Then care to enlighten me to what you were exactly doing when I caught you and Mr. Malfoy in the hallway. It looked like dueling to me, but I don’t know so I guess I could be wrong.” Severus said sarcastically.
Harry winced he had forgotten about that, but didn’t Snape understand why he did that.
“Dad I only did that because he cursed me first,” Harry protested.
“Then you should have come find a teacher, and we would have dealt with it accordingly.” Severus said smoothly.
Harry didn’t say anything else, his good mood already turning sour. He didn’t even wanna be in the same room with the man. Even now Snape was unfair, Malfoy attacked him first, he defended himself and now he was being punished. He frowned knowing the blonde boy wouldn’t even get blamed before blinking quickly as tears of frustration and unfairness tried to make themselves known.
“Yes sir,” Harry said quietly, waiting for the man to dismiss him.
He was reward quickly and he walked into his room tossing his trunk on the floor. Making sure that the underwear was in there; though he left one pack in his room he headed out the front door. He was unaware that Snape was still talking to him so he didn’t realize that they had another problem about miscommunication, and he wouldn’t know until the detention. Harry hurried to his common room, wondering if his friends even knew had gone. He was surprised to see when he entered the common room that everyone was asking him if he was ok. What did they mean by that? He felt fine. Did they somehow find out about his breakdown? He was borderline hyperventilating when Ron grabbed him and tugged him towards the dorms.
“Where were you really Harry?” Ron asked quietly when they were alone, stave for Hermione.
“Went to the cottage with Snape,” he said with a small blush as he remembered.
“You got to go home for a weekend?” Hermione asked, a bit of a jealous tone in her voice.
“Well yea, after I broke down and cried in his office.” Harry admitted, the blush on his face deepening.
“What caused that Harry?” Ron asked softly.
“He saw me and Malfoy dueling and he was punishing me and I…err,” Harry looked at his friend in embarrassment.
“What happened Harry; what did you do?” Hermione asked curiously.
“It’s embarrassing, but after I did that, he found that I wasn’t sleeping much.” Harry rushed out.
“Why weren’t you sleeping?” Hermione asked, letting the previous question go unanswered for the moment.
“I ran out of…I mean, I just wasn’t,” Harry said in a panicked tone.
Ron nodded understanding immediately, so he didn’t comment on it. He couldn’t say the same for Hermione, as she opened her mouth.
“Ran out of what Harry?” She asked in confusion.
“Nothing Hermione,” Harry said quickly before turning to Ron.
“Harry did you wanna go flying tomorrow after class?” Ron asked as a distraction, but Hermione wasn’t fooled.
“No Harry, ran out of what?” She pressed.
“Hermione, let it go,” Ron said seeing how upset Harry seemed to be getting.
“No Ron I wanna know,” Hermione prodded.
Harry looked at Hermione with his bottom lip trembling. “I ran out of special underwear and I couldn’t get anymore because dad was so busy. I’m going to take a shower,” Harry replied thoroughly humiliated before running into the loo.
“Thanks a lot Hermione, you just don’t know when to quit do you?” Ron said frowning at her.
“What was he talking about anyway? What underwear?” She asked softly. She didn’t mean to embarrass Harry.
Ron scowled before pulling her close and telling her. He shook his head at her obvious embarrassment but maybe now she knew how Harry felt. He sighed as she walked back downstairs before getting on his bed and waiting for Harry.
Harry cried softly as he showered, wondering why she had to know. He got out, dried and got dressed for bed. This night was turning out to be horrible, first detention and then humiliation. He said a soft goodnight to Ron before falling into bed. He was asleep within minutes.
The next day went by quick and Harry was sitting at the table eating dinner, when he remembered he had a detention right after. His appetite was instantly curbed, and he absently drank his juice. All too soon it was time for him to go and he got up and quickly made his way towards the Dungeons. As he entered the first part of the dungeons the chill hit him and his bladder. He figured he could use the one in his dad’s office before detention and he knocked on the door.
“Enter,” Severus answered quietly.
“Hi,” Harry said softly as he stood in front of his Professor’s desk.
“Hello Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy is already in the classroom scrubbing cauldrons, and you will be doing the same.” Severus replied neutrally.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied morosely before walking into the classroom.
Harry glared at the other boy when he walked in but he didn’t say anything to him. He sighed as he grabbed a scrub brush and started on his pile of cauldrons. He worked diligently for a while, unconsciously two-stepping as his bladder filled. He didn’t notice as he worked; only focusing on his task which is why he was a bit surprised when he heard Malfoy turn on the water. Harry gasped suddenly as he spurted, and quickly crossed his legs. He turned towards the other boy hoping he hadn’t seen but the glee in the other boy’s face told him otherwise.
“Gotta pee Potter?” Malfoy taunted quietly.
“No, leave me alone.” Harry replied crossly before turning back to his work.
Now that he was aware of his problem it refused to be ignored. He danced around for a moment before placing the cauldron he was washing down on the counter. He looked at Malfoy for a moment before walking to his father’s office, closing the door behind him.
“Even with your cleaning abilities, I highly doubt that you are done with all of your cauldrons Mr. Potter,” Severus said sternly as he looked up at the boy.
“No sir, I am halfway finished with them though.”Harry replied honestly, crossing his legs casually. His eyes darted to the hidden toilet before turning back to his Professor.
“Then what seems to be the problem?” Severus said tiredly, wondering what Harry was doing.
“I have to go to the toilet,” Harry replied.
“And this is my problem because?” Severus asked, wondering if Harry was using this as a ploy to get out of detention.
“Because I gotta use the loo bad,” Harry said his tone getting more urgent as he stood there.
“Mr. Potter, this is detention. I’m sorry but you should have gone beforehand,” Severus said. He just decided to treat Harry like he did everyone else. Besides in here at this very moment Harry was just another student to him.
“But dad I was…,” Harry closed his mouth quickly as he was interrupted.
“Mr. Potter, I do believe I told you to address me as Professor Snape, when we are outside of our quarters.” Severus said, his dark eyes narrowing.
“Professor Snape, I was eating and I didn’t get a chance to go. Please sir; I’ll only be a moment.” Harry answered quickly as he re-crossed his legs.
“Back to your cauldrons Mr. Potter, or I will be forced to take points.”Severus said sternly.
Harry bit his bottom lip worriedly before walking back out to the classroom. He ignored the taunts of the other boy as he tried to focus on his detention. Why was Snape doing this? He had promised that Harry would never be denied at school. How come the man didn’t let him go? Harry bounced up and down as he scrubbed quietly.
“Awww, I guess Snape wouldn’t let the Gryffindor golden boy go potty. Are you gonna have another accident Potter?” Draco teased before smirking cruelly as he turned on the water.
Harry stiffened as he lost a long spurt into his pants. He gasped before dropping the cauldron so he could grab himself tightly. He didn’t realize how loud it hit the stone floor and he didn’t care, as he tried to contain the flood.
“Turn off the water,” he said desperately, tears springing in his eyes.
“Why would I do that? I’m washing,” Draco said smugly, evening going as far to turn the water up.
“Please Malfoy, just turn it off.” Harry repeated frantically, as he bent at the waist trying to prevent the inevitable.
Severus was beating himself up in his office, hoping Harry could hold on. The parent in him, wanted to go into the classroom and tell him he could go but he couldn’t. One; he never really allowed anyone to leave during detention. It was only an hour or two, and secondly: Malfoy the little snot was in there. The last thing Severus needed was Lucius on his case.
He was jerked out his thoughts as he heard a cauldron slam to the floor. He stood up and opened his door to the classroom and watched silently from the doorway. He could see his Slytherin taunt Harry, as his son begged for him to turn off the water. Severus winced to himself; Harry really was in a bad way. He frowned before making himself known.
“Mr. Potter, my office now,” He said darkly.
He noted out the corner of his eye that Draco was looking at the scene with happiness. Severus couldn’t wait until he could bring that little brat down to size. He turned towards Harry who was hobbling towards him and he moved to let him in. He closed the door behind him and locked it before spelling a privacy charm.
“Daddy I…gotta…go….right….now,” Harry stammered out practically in tears. He held himself tightly as he looked up at the man.
“I know you do Harry, you’re excused,” Severus said quickly as he moved out of the child’s way.
Harry frowned in dismay as he looked at his father in shock. Was his dad saying that he couldn’t use the one in his office? Harry looked at him sadly but didn’t say anything before he hobbled towards the door.
“Harry child, where are you going?” Severus asked in confusion.
“The toilet…ahh…I gotta go badly,” Harry whimpered as he lost a bit more from having to stop.
“You should know by now that you have permission to use my office loo,” Severus said quickly as he got up.
He walked over to the child and gently picked him up despite his protests. Thankful that the light spelled itself on; he set Harry in front of the toilet before quickly undoing his trousers. Severus himself sighed in relief along with Harry as the sound of water on water was heard. It was forceful and he frowned.
“You’ve been holding it again,” Severus remarked.
“You wouldn’t let me go,” Harry sniffled.
“I’m sorry child,” Severus whispered softly.
Harry didn’t say anything, but inside his mind was starting to calculate. And what he was adding up was all wrong. First Snape had ignored him at the store, and then he took his food away from him. Now back at school he didn’t seem to believe him when Harry told him he had to go. He shook his head as he finished up, something wasn’t right here. Was Snape getting sick of him now? |
Hey guys, Its been forever, this story is the furthest thing from getting abandoned, I swear. I've been to tired to do much, but I'm getting better now. Anyways, here it is, its a small filler chapter. But for those of you curious, the next chapter which has been written for weeks(it was only this unwritten one stopping it) is about Draco getting his compupance for humilating Harry, Severus style..Its awesome..lol In the mean time enjoy this one, its goodish too lol.
Chapter 68
The next day around lunch Harry was trying to forget. What was he trying to forget? Everything, he didn’t want to get caught up anymore then where he was. He had convinced himself that Snape was giving him away. And he knew that he should get used to the whole situation.
After all he had mostly known hate, and anger for the majority of his life. Just because Snape took him one summer and cared for him was all moot. Harry sighed as his friends read the paper; there was a sighting of Sirius Black not too far from Hogwarts.
Everyone was freaked out, and Harry was a bit scared. He hoped the man stayed away, because he knew if he was confronted with him he would kill him. He frowned he had promised Snape he wouldn’t look for the man but since when did Snape keep his own promises to Harry? He shook his head as he looked at the staff table darkly, he could see it now. Maybe Snape told the headmaster that he didn’t wanna be Harry’s father anymore. Harry sighed softly he wouldn’t be surprised if he got called up to talk to him at that very moment. Harry looked up curiously when he felt a poke.
“The headmaster wants to see you Harry, as soon as you get done,” Percy told him.
“Ok, thanks Percy,” Harry replied softly. What were the effing odds right?
“The password is lemon lollies,” he said before walking over to check on some first years.
Harry shrugged to himself before standing up. He was more or less done at the moment. He didn’t think he could eat anymore because he didn’t know what the man wanted to talk to him about. Maybe he shouldn’t have spoke too soon, maybe the headmaster really was about to tell him he had to go back to the Durselys. After all the man was responsible for putting him there in the first place. Harry forced himself to take a deep breath not wanting to cause a panic attack as he neared the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office.
“Lemon lollies,” he said softly, before walking up the steps as it opened. He knocked on the door once before he heard a voice granting him permission to come in.
“Hello Headmaster,” he said softly as he walked in and took a seat opposite the man’s desk.
“Hi Harry, can I offer you a lemon drop?” Albus asked kindly holding the bowl out.
“Thank you Headmaster,” Harry said as he popped a tart sweet into his mouth.
“You are welcome Harry, mostly everyone refuses them. It’s nice to know that you like them as well,” Albus said with a kind smile.
“Am I in trouble Headmaster?” Harry asked after a moment.
“No child, why would you think that? Have you done something that you feel you should be in trouble?” Albus asked with a small smile.
“No sir, I was just curious to know why you wanted to see me today.” Harry replied with a small blush.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you child. I just wanted to talk to you about the Durselys.” Albus replied easily.
Harry’s heart picked up at the man’s words. He knew it was too good to be true. He wouldn’t go back though. He had enough money in his vault he would get some and run away. He refused to go back to his Uncle; he couldn’t take the pain of it anymore. He felt lost not, and dejected. He didn’t have anybody in the world for him. He shook the sad thoughts and the tears away. He needed to be strong; he had to show them that this didn’t get to him.
“What about them Headmaster?” he asked in a squeaky voice.
The terror of being sent back was wrecking havoc on his body. He could barely stop himself from trembling, and it made him aware of a growing need in his belly. He ignored it for now as he waited for the Headmaster’s answer.
“Why didn’t you tell me or your Head of house how they were treating you?” Albus asked softly.
“I thought that you knew, because I had asked not to go back and you said it’s for your own good. I thought this was your way of punishing me.” Harry admitted softly.
“Why would you think that child?” Albus asked quietly. He would need to speak to Severus after this little discussion.
“Because you’re Albus Dumbledore, you’re supposed to be all knowing. How could you not know? Especially when you placed me there, why would leave me there?” Harry replied softly,
“You’re mother’s blood protected you from magical beings who wanted to hurt you. I never thought that your blood relatives wished the same.” Albus answered.
Harry didn’t answer as he took a gulp of the tea, it had the faint trace of a calming draught but he didn’t care. He relaxed immediately, relishing in the comfort it provided. He didn’t want to panic right now. He squirmed in his chair slightly, the tea seeming to go straight to his bladder.
“Professor; do I have to go back to them?” He asked softly.
“Of course not Harry, Severus nor I would allow that. Why would I take you from a good home and put you back into an abusive one?” Albus asked softly.
“I don’t know,” Harry said squirming more under the gaze he was receiving.
“Is everything alright child?” Albus asked curiously.
“Everything is fine Headmaster,” Harry replied quietly before turning back to his tea.
Harry listened as his the man lectured him on speaking up if someone was hurting him. He was starting to feel like he had been stupid. If he had known that telling Snape about the Durselys would mean he would get away from them he would have done that forever ago. He relaxed back in the chair, now that he wasn’t worried about being sent back, though that didn’t explain why his dad was being weird. Harry shrugged before touching his lower stomach. It was really firm and full and he sat up, not wanting to disgrace himself.
“Headmaster, can I use the…” Harry was cut off when the door to the man’s office opened revealing Remus at the door. He shrugged as they started talking only to wonder how they were talking and he couldn’t hear anything.
Assuming a silencing spell was in place he absently drank the rest of the tea and munched on the snacks on the tray. About 15 minutes later they were still in their discussion and he was wiggling around in his seat. He needed the toilet like now, but he didn’t want to disturb them. He fanned his legs impatiently as he waited whining softly as his urge increased even more. Harry found himself frowning, unable to do anything about it. After a few more minutes had passed he couldn’t take it anymore and he stood up. He bent over at the waist for a moment before speaking.
“Headmaster I need the loo,” He said desperately unsure if they could even hear him.
Remus was talking to Albus about something regarding the ministry and him, not really paying attention to the child in his chair. They had placed a selective silencing charm where the boy couldn’t hear them but they could hear him. At the moment he stilled as he heard the obvious desperate tone of the child, who he recognized immediately as he Harry.
“Albus, Harry needs the toilet.” Remus said quickly as he turned to look over the desperate child.
“He does, did he speak up?” Albus asked before turning around to look at Harry.
“He did just now,” Remus said canceling the spell.
“Harry what did you say?” Albus asked quietly.
Harry looked from his Professor to his Headmaster and blushed brightly as he tried to repeat himself. That wasn’t needed as his bladder suddenly jolted and he frantically grabbed for his crotch with both hands. Harry whimpered as he crossed his legs, and bounced at the same time. He didn’t know if he would make it to the bathroom, a few ways down the corridor and he wasn’t about to ask if he could use the one in the man’s office. Did he even have one in his office?
“Albus I think it was quite clear on what he wanted.” Remus said quickly not wanting Harry to have another accident.
“I know that m’boy, but Severus likes him to speak up and express his need.” Albus replied quietly.
“I…need…a…a…w-w-wee,” Harry stammered out. He felt like he was squeezing the life out of himself but it wasn’t doing much good.
“Is that good enough?” Remus asked turning towards the man.
“Of course my dear boy, its right through there,” Albus said pointing to a door on the far left of his desk.
Harry nodded before attempting to walk a few feet only to stop suddenly and bend over as he spurted in his underwear.
“Can you get my dad?” He asked anxiously, he needed Snape right now. He couldn’t move another step without leaking again.
“Cub, I think Severus is overseeing a detention right now.” Remus replied wondering why the boy hadn’t moved anymore.
“I need him though, please Headmaster can you get him?” Harry asked, his eyes welling with tears of frustration.
“Harry what did you need help with? I thought you needed the toilet?” Albus asked gently.
“I do have to go, that’s why I need my dad. Please can you get him?” Harry asked miserably, as another spurt made his way through his tight grip. His hands were becoming damp, and he didn’t want to wet himself in the middle of the Headmaster’s office.
“Do you need help getting to the toilet Harry?” Remus asked kindly, pretty sure he figured out the problem.
“I need Professor Snape,” Harry repeated even as his face blushed red.
“I can help you Harry, I don’t think Severus will get here in time.” Remus replied gently.
Harry closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay where they were he was humiliated. He didn’t know what to do, his embarrassment starting to take over until his bladder pulsed again and he whimpered quietly.
“That’s it, excuse us Albus,” Remus said after hearing the whimper. He walked over to Harry and carefully picked him up and rushed into the loo, shutting it behind him. He quickly set Harry down in front of the toilet, and turned around to make his way out to give the boy privacy.
Harry watched him leave; already knowing he couldn’t undo his trousers with one hand. He held himself tighter and jumped up and down hoping they would get Snape. He sniffled, it hurt so badly and he couldn’t undo it on his own when he was like this. He would hold on like he did in Mcgonagall’s office, and hope Snape came.
“Wow, Severus has to deal with all the time?” Remus asked quietly, keeping an ear out for Harry.
“He does, Harry has gotten better. I do agree it’s very nerve wracking.” Albus replied.
“What’s being done about the Durselys?” Remus couldn’t help but ask.
He turned his head sharply towards the toilet door; he didn’t hear the sound of water hitting water; what was going on? He could hear sniffling, and
his heart sank.
“What is it Remus?” Albus asked seeing the expression on the younger man’s face.
“I don’t think Harry made it,” he said quietly before getting up and knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” Harry asked tearfully, his stomach hurt so badly at this point.
“Harry cub, did you have an accident?” Remus asked quietly.
“No, I didn’t.” Harry replied quickly.
“Are you sure, then why are you crying?” Remus asked skeptically.
“I can’t get my trousers undone,” Harry admitted softly.
“I’m coming back in,” Remus said with a sigh. He should have asked first to see if Harry needed any help.
“Dad…Professor Snape usually does it.” Harry said with he saw Remus; a shameful expression on his face.
“But you’re 13; shouldn’t you be able to undo your trousers by yourself?” Remus asked pointedly.
“I can do it normally, but not when I gotta go bad…like now.” Harry said, whispering the last two words out, unaware that his Professor had heard it.
“I understand, let me help you then.” Remus said quickly unbuttoning his trouser and standing back up. He turned around to leave again.
“Wait Professor, I kinda still need help.” Harry mumbled, dying inside of mortification.
“What is it Harry?” Remus asked, curiously.
“Can you…uh…pull my trousers down?” Harry asked so low, but he couldn’t make himself repeat it. That didn’t matter as the man heard anyways, and Harry had to wonder why his hearing as so good.
Remus quickly did just that, and was turning to make his way out when he heard Harry’s sigh of relief as he started relieving himself. Feeling embarrassed himself; Remus came out of the loo with a red face, startled to see Severus looking at Albus agitatedly.
“Severus, what are you doing here?” Remus asked in confusion, he didn’t need his wolfsbane yet so that couldn’t be the reason.
“Albus called me, said Harry needed me. Where is he?” Severus asked looking around the office in confusion.
“He’s using the toilet,” Lupin replied.
“Did he make it?” Severus asked out of instinct.
“Barely, I didn’t know he needs helps getting out of his trousers. He’s 13 years old, shouldn’t he know by now?” Remus said pointedly.
“He panics when he gets desperate and he can’t get it undone fast enough. Trust me it’s easier to do it yourself; I found that out the hard way.” Severus said shaking his hand at the memory.
“He was calling for you, but I didn’t think you would get here in time so I helped him out. I don’t know if that was ok or not,” Remus said apologetically.
“It’s fine Lupin,” Severus replied hearing the toilet flush.
“Dad,” Harry replied with a grin as he came out the loo.
“Everything ok?” Severus asked.
“Yup, can I help you with a potion tonight?” Harry asked excitedly.
“You can, you still need to study for your lesson tomorrow.” Severus said gesturing for Harry to leave so he could talk to the men in the office.
Harry shrugged before making his way out the door and down the steps. |
Hey guys, this is the payback chapter so to speak, Draco gets the first parts of his comeuppance...so I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 69
Severus had been livid by the time they got back to Hogwarts. He was happy that Harry and he had spent the time they needed together but he knew that everything wasn’t better just yet. At the moment he was working on a potion that usually wasn’t used unless you were a healer.
He held a vial in his hand and looked at it closely, knowing that this particular potion was strong, but it wouldn’t hurt anyone in anyway. He smirked, Malfoy wouldn’t know who did it but he would know that it was revenge for something. It was a Slytherin tactic and he knew it wouldn’t fail. Pocketing the vial, Severus walked outside into the corridors in search of a pair of red-headed twins. They nearly bumped into him and as he looked behind them and saw Filch he knew the reason why.
“My office now,” Severus said before turning around, knowing that they would follow him.
The twins glanced back at Filch before looking at one another and quickly following their potions master. As they walked into his office and closed the door, they were aware of a few privacy spells that had been placed.
“Professor, what’s going on?” Fred asked cautiously as he took a seat.
“Harry was attacked a few weeks ago, by a few of my Slytherins.” Severus said casually, though the narrowing of his eyes showed that he was anything but calm.
“Merlin, where did this happen?” George asked horrified at what they were being told.
“In the toilet near the great Hall I’m assuming,” Severus replied quietly.
“Which Slytherins did it Professor?” Fred said with a glint in his eye, that Severus had never seen before.
“Just one in particular, the rest of them were just followers and I will take care of them. The leader was Draco Malfoy,” he said.
“I see, and I take it you have something planned for Malfoy?” George asked softly.
“That I do, I need you two to make sure that Malfoy’s consumes this.” Severus explained before taking out the vial and placing it on his desk.
“What is this Professor?” Fred asked as his brother inspected the vial.
“That is a powerful diuretic,” was all Severus said knowing they would catch it.
“Malfoy made Harry wet himself in the loo?” George finally asked.
“Indeed, and he kicked him and made him afraid to be in the one place he felt accepted. How dare that little snot hurt my child?” Severus said shaking his head angrily, as he lost his composure for a moment, before gaining control and looking at them.
“We’ll take care of it Professor; in fact we know a house elf who would love to help us.” Fred said with a wicked grin.
“Thank you,” Severus said gratefully.
“Anything for Harry Professor, and you,” Fred replied with a shrug.
“When did you want Malfoy to take this?” George asked as they stood up.
“Tomorrow at breakfast, he has potions first thing and everyone knows I never allow anyone to leave my classroom; only in extreme circumstances.” Severus replied with a smirk.
“Will you show us the memory?” Fred couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course I will,” Severus replied before dismissing them.
As they exited his office Severus allowed an evil smile to grace his face, Malfoy was getting his. The good thing about this was no one would know that he or the twins had any part of it.
True to their word, Fred and George found Dobby who was more than willing to put the potion in the Slytherin’s food and drink the next morning. They walked out the kitchen with a smile, wishing that they were in the Gryffindor and Slytherin 3rd year potions class.
The next day came soon enough and Harry dragged himself out of bed, and quickly got dressed. The weekend had passed by so quickly and he couldn’t wait until Christmas break when they went back to the Manor. He headed with Ron and Hermione to the great hall and sat down for breakfast. He glanced up at the head table nodding to his father, and wondering why he was smirking. Harry shrugged before turning to his food.
Severus blanked his face when he realized that Harry was looking at him curiously. As the last of the students came in he focused his attention on the Slytherin table. He could see Theodore eating his food, and he would glance every so often at the head table before looking at the lion. He looked at Lupin to find him sharing a knowing glance with his Snake. What was that about?
He would find out later, at the moment he watched as Draco consumed his food and juice unaware that anything was wrong with them. The potion was tasteless and was undetected. He returned to his own meal, relishing in his hot tea. Severus stood up from the table, wanting to be in his classroom early today. He walked out the side door and headed to his dungeons.
Draco ate his food blissfully unaware of what was going on in his body. He sneered at the lion table, having taken Potter down a notch or too he was on cloud 9. Draco felt justified in what he did, and he would apologize for nothing. After all it was about time that the Gryffindor golden boy got what was coming to him. He finished the last of his eggs and started chugging his pumpkin juice. It was cool and refreshing and he was happy to note that it refilled up as soon as he was through. Grabbing his bag and gesturing to Vincent and Greg to get up they made their way out of the Great hall.
As they walked through the dungeons he was aware of a mild twinge in his bladder, but he wasn’t worried. For one thing, his bladder was strong and he had no problem holding it for long periods of time, another thing was he just knew he was the teacher’s pet in potions and he knew that his head of house would let him go; or so he thought. Walking through the door he took his seat up front on the Slytherin side of the room and pulled out his books and parchment as he waited for class to start.
He sneered when he saw the Weasel and the Mudblood walk in with Saint Potter, and he smiled evilly. If only they knew that the lion had pissed himself like a baby, would they still hang out with him. He was too busy thinking of ways to let it slip to the know-it-all, and wasn’t aware that Snape was paying attention to him.
Harry didn’t look at Malfoy when he walked into the classroom, he didn’t look at his father either. He kept his gaze on the ground, not wanting to attract attention to himself. Harry took his seat next to Ron as Hermione took the one next to Neville. Professor Snape didn’t seem so angry when she prevented the cauldron from exploding every class and Neville was actually passing thanks to her. Harry only looked up to write what was on the board and setting out his supplies.
Draco smirked as he noticed the tenseness in the lion’s shoulder, proud that he had been the one to do that. He sent his friends to grab the ingredients from the cabinet as he rinsed out a cauldron. He shifted from foot to foot and quickly turned off the water before looking at the clock. Class had just started not 2 minutes ago and he knew even if he was Snape’s favorite that the man would not let him go just yet.
Draco gingerly took a seat as he started chopping up the roots. He shifted constantly in his seat, the urge to go getting stronger every minute that went by. He couldn’t understand why he had to go so bad so soon, and he glanced at the clock again. Only 10 minutes had passed but he felt like he might be in serious trouble if he waited, so he raised his hand.
“Professor Snape, May I please be excused?” Draco asked politely, willing his body to be still as everyone looked at him.
“Mr. Malfoy, I do believe class has only been in session for 10 minutes. You should have taken care of your business during your morning break.” Severus explained neutrally, though inside he knew the boy would be feeling it more so in a few moments.
He knew when that happened because the boy was suddenly unable to be still and one of his hands disappeared underneath the table. Severus nodded before he started his walk around the classroom to check the students work.
Draco was in frenzy, as he gripped his member tight. He could swear his stomach was sloshing and he regretted all that pumpkin juice he had with breakfast. He needed the toilet at this very moment, or he was very sure he might have an accident in class. He knew that Snape wasn’t going to let him go though and he didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself in case anyone figured out his predicament. He froze as he lost a spurt and his eyes widened as he gritted his teeth to hold it all together. This was torture and he raised his hand again.
“Professor, please its an emergency.” Draco cried out.
“Mr. Malfoy, I can assure you that if it was really an emergency you would have gone before my class started. You are aware of my policy are you not? Another interruption out of you and I will be owling your father about your appalling behavior,” Severus threatened.
Draco swallowed audibly, knowing if his father got that owl he would be in big trouble. He had no intention of getting in even more trouble since his father had found out that Granger’s grade were better than him. He sighed softly, as he continued to hold himself.
45 minutes into the class and Severus was very surprised on how Draco capacity to hold it. He knew that once you went with a diuretic in your system, you had to go about every 15 minutes or so, this day would be interesting for the young Slytherin indeed.
Draco was literally sweating; his bladder had never been so full in his entire life. He could feel some more trying to make its way out and he clenched his muscles hard. His face was taking on one of agony as he struggled to hold on. Snape was calling out people to write on the board and he was always called sooner or later. This was a way to get easy points for Slytherin, but this time he hoped that Snape wouldn’t call on him. No such luck.
“Mr. Malfoy, please come up here and explain three different ways, you can use the amarillo root.” Severus said, knowing this wasn’t suspicious in the slightest, since Draco always was called on. He knew it irked Miss Granger the most, but he needed to show favoritism.
“Yes sir,” Draco said tightly, knowing that he couldn’t get out of it.
He carefully stood up, taking his hand away from his crotch, wishing that his robe pockets where he could hold himself without being so noticeable; as he stiffly made his way to the board. He turned towards his teacher once before he started writing on the board. Since he front was hidden from view he was able to grab himself again, which he found out he needed to unless he wanted to have an accident in front of his whole class. His hips were swaying constantly as he rocked on his feet, standing up made him have to go so much worse. He felt another leak and he stifled a moan as he bent slightly at the waist.
Severus was watching this was a neutral expression, though inside he was feeling a bit gleeful. He hoped that after this incident the blonde boy would’ve realized that what he did to Harry was wrong. How did he like it when he was refused his natural right? Severus didn’t take into account that anyone would speak up, because he knew that even Draco’s housemates thought he was a prat.
Harry looked at Ron who was watching Malfoy dance around with a smirk, and he elbowed him once to focus on their potion.
“What did you do that for?” Ron asked eyes, glancing up as he saw Draco’s desperate dance get more frantic.
“Because we need to work on the potion,” Harry said, feeling a bit bad for the blonde for a moment, until he remembered just what the boy had done to him. He knew his father could spot a potty dance anywhere, so he had to know that his snake was close to losing it.
Draco gasped quietly as he lost a 2 second spurt, thankful that his robes would cover it, if it showed up on his trousers. He turned towards his head of house with a grimace, his expression showing just how desperate he really was.
“Are you in need of the loo Mr. Malfoy?” Severus asked quietly, knowing he couldn’t ignore Lucius’s spawn for long.
“Yes sir, may I please go to the toilet?” Draco whimpered, planning to beg if his teacher said no.
“You may, but you know the rules, detention tonight at 8. Don’t be late.” Severus said before gesturing with his hand to leave. If he was correct in his assessment the brat would lose control before he even made it to the door.
“Theodore, please come finish what your housemate started,” he said keeping an eye on Draco.
Draco groaned at that before slowly making his way around his teacher’s desk. As he got in front of it; in full view of the class he felt his bladder start to give out and he froze.
“No, Merlin no,” Draco whimpered to himself as he abandoned all discreetness in favor of not wetting himself in the middle of class. He wasn’t aware that his cries had attracted the class’s attention to him and they became aware of his situation, if they weren’t already. That didn’t matter to him as he started to take a baby step only to freeze suddenly but it was too late.
He closed his eyes as it all suddenly poured out of him, his back leaned again his teacher’s desk as he shuddered in relief. His liquid hit the stone loud and clear; as if someone had placed an amplifying spell on it. He felt like he peed for ages, and he closed his eyes as his bladder emptied himself.
Severus watched the whole thing with a sneer on his face, lips twitching as he caught the look on Harry and Ron’s face. He schooled his features and crossed his arms before making his way towards his Slytherin who was still relieving himself on his classroom floor.
Draco wondered if he would ever stop and he opened his eyes wide when he saw how big his puddle was. He wondered how long this would go on for, before he closed his eyes in relief again too caught up in his pee high to remember where he was. Finally his stream ended and his puddle was currently making its way down the middle aisle. He swallowed the fear in his throat as he realized he was still in the potions classroom.
He has just wet himself like a baby in front of everyone. What would his father say when he found out, never mind his father what would Snape think? He turned towards the man and flinched from the glare he was receiving since the Gryffindors were usually on the other end of that not him.
“I believe I had excused you to the toilet Mr. Malfoy, why did you just stand there and blatantly wet yourself in my classroom?” Severus asked in a dangerous voice.
“I-I-I didn’t m-m-mean to sir,” Draco stammered out fearfully.
“Get out; you have just disgraced the Slytherin house. Are you 13 years old or 3? Your father will not be happy about this and I cannot tolerate this behavior Mr. Malfoy, 10 points from Slytherin. And don’t you worry Lucius will surely hear about this,” Severus said ominously as he spelled the floor clean, leaving Draco in his wet clothes.
Draco looked at his head of house in horror before walking to his desk to grab his bag. No one was laughing but he was sure had they not been in Snape’s class they would have, judging by their smiles anyways. His wet pants were cold and starting to chafe his legs, and he hurried as quickly as he could to his common room to shower and change clothes. |
Hey guys, I dont know whose still out there reading this incredibly long story, but for those of you that are. I hope you like it.
Chapter 70
Draco skipped Herbology, Transfiguration, and Divination that day; because every time it seemed like he had gone to the toilet he had to go again. He was very fearful of having another accident in class. He didn’t like getting laugh at; he had never been more humiliated in all his life.
He knew what he did to Potter was wrong, but until he had wet himself he didn’t know how the boy felt. Now he did and he hated it. The whole school was bound to know now, how would he ever face them? He didn’t go down to lunch, instead calling a house elf. He was just finishing lunch when he heard a tapping on the window. He went to let the owl in and retrieved the letter tied to his foot.
Mr. Malfoy,
It has come to my attention that you have skipped 3 classes today, if you miss another one your Father will be receiving another owl from me later on today. Don’t forget your detention at 8.
S.S
Draco sighed and flopped back on his bed, not wanting to get in even more trouble. He only had one class after lunch and it was DADA with the Gryffindors and he wasn’t looking forward to that. As the lunch bell signaled the end he headed to the loo to use it before grabbing his bag and heading towards his next class. As he came to the door he ignored the sniggers from both his housemates and the lions and he felt his face heat up in shame when he remembered his accident earlier that morning.
Draco took a seat next to Blaise since he seemed to be the only one not making fun of him. The other boy seemed to be ignoring him and for once that didn’t bother him. He took out his parchment and quill as class got started. 20 minutes into the class and he was feeling his bladder again. He looked up at the teacher only to shake his head knowing that he would never let him go. Draco knew that Lupin favored Harry, everyone did. If Harry had told someone, then he wouldn’t gain any sympathy, not that he needed any from that man.
He stood up with the rest of the class as they got ready to practice a spell. He sighed softly to himself as he was first partnered with Weaseley. Was it just him or did the other boy have a steel glint in his eye? He knew it wasn’t just him when he was suddenly knocked on his feet from an Expelliarmus. He groaned and automatically clenched his bladder muscles before looking towards the Professor. Draco bit his lip but he wasn’t about to ask. He didn’t want to get denied in class again, but he also didn’t want to wet himself. He bounced on his feet as his desperation quickly grew.
Harry was partnered with Neville but his gaze kept going back to Malfoy. He had felt kind of bad for him this morning when he peed himself in front of everyone. Harry couldn’t help but think that the blonde boy had deserved it for what he did to him. At the moment Harry was wondering why he wasn’t asking again, when it was obvious even to him he had to go. Harry shook his head; it wasn’t his place besides the boy brought it on himself.
Draco was close to tears, forget close he was sniffling constantly as he held himself with one hand. He was unable to let go of his crotch, he had to wee so badly! He whined softly as he blocked Weasely’s spell, but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it, and it was starting to hurt.
Harry sighed as he looked back over at the boy. His conscience was fighting his anger, and it was winning. He wanted the boy to embarrassed, but he had been that morning. He sighed loudly before walking over to Remus who was helping one of his housemates.
“Professor can he use the toilet?” Harry asked quickly.
“Yes Harry you may go,” Remus replied absently.
“I don’t have to go Professor, but Malfoy does. Can he go?” Harry asked again.
Remus looked up where Harry was pointing and he could plainly see the potty dance the boy was performing. He shook his head, weren’t they all old enough to know when they had to go. He sighed softly before making his way towards the blonde boy. He vaguely wondered that Harry had a heart similar to Lily. The blonde boy had humiliated and hurt him and yet Harry didn’t want to the same to happen to him. The kid had a good head of his shoulders, he mused.
“Mr. Malfoy, may I see you in the hall?” Remus said gesturing towards him.
“Yes sir,” Draco whispered fearfully as he walked out of the classroom. He stood in front of his Professor stiffly, or at least tried too. He moved around constantly and he was jumping up and down trying to keep the flood in.
“Draco, why haven’t you asked to be excused?” Remus admonished.
“Because I thought you wouldn’t let me,” Draco said tears shining brightly in his eyes.
“We will talk after class, but right now I know you have an urgent need,” Remus said quickly.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied before taking off down the hall and towards the loo.
He busted through the toilet door and froze having an extreme case of déjà vu only he was on the wrong side. Inside the toilet were the Weasely twins and they were looking at him coldly. Draco squirmed in place but he didn’t move from his place by the door. George, or was it Fred finally spoke and his insides chilled.
“We know what you did you Harry. How you threatened that you would tell people about what you made him do.” Fred said quietly.
“How would you like it if we did the same thing to you?” George asked in the same tone.
Draco’s face crumpled up and he found himself bawling. All he wanted to do was go pee and he couldn’t. He buried his face in the crook of his elbow and cried his little heart out. He sobbed harder and in the process he started wetting himself. He felt the hand holding himself get wet and felt so humiliated. Were they going to make fun of him too?
Fred and George were stunned for the most part. They hadn’t known that Malfoy would be in here, they had stepped in to use the facilities themselves. Imagine their surprise when the little brat walked in. They had meant to tease him, when they saw him holding himself. They never intended for him to cry, nor wet himself. Fred was feeling a bit bad, but in a way it was poetic justice.
Draco sniffled as his bladder finished emptying. He looked at his soaked black slacks as tears filled his eyes again. He didn’t know a cleaning spell, and he would have to walk all the way back to the dungeons to get a new pair of trousers. He sniffled loudly wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Did you want us to spell you clean?” George asked softly as he stepped forward.
“Please just leave me alone,” Draco choked out.
“We didn’t mean to make you wet Malfoy, so I guess we’re sorry you did. But look at it this way; this is exactly how you made Harry feel.” Fred started.
“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” George finished as he threw a cleansing charm at the boy.
“You don’t just get to hurt Harry and think you’re gonna get away with it.” Fred said angrily.
“That goes for Ron, Hermione, and Ginny as well.” George said before walking out the toilet.
Draco didn’t say anything as they walked out of the toilet. He looked down at himself, his accident was gone. He had been mortified but no one had to know about that. The real question of the matter was, why did they clean him up? Were they going to tell anyone? |
No warnings, I guess...thanks for the reviews guys
Chapter 71
Draco walked over to the in sink and looked in the mirror at his red rimmed eyes. He didn’t know a spell to make it go away. He knew he couldn’t stay in here the last thing he needed was for his Professor to send someone to check on him. Draco took a deep breath and walked out the loo. He kept his head down as he made his way back inside his classroom. He didn’t go back to his partner either he just took a seat and buried his head in his arms on the desk.
He tried really hard to keep his tears at bay, today had been the worst day of his life. And he knew it was gonna get worse when his father got a hold of him. He sat there in his chair quietly, not trying to bring any attention to himself. About 20 minutes later he was still there and he was grateful that no one seemed to notice him. He did however groan mentally when he realized that he had to pee yet again. Couldn’t he get a break for once?
As class ended Draco kept his face buried in his arms. His bladder had made itself known a bit more, and it was starting to get worrisome. He sighed and waited for everyone to leave; it seemed to take forever to him. Finally though they were alone, and Draco forced himself to calm down.
"Mr. Malfoy please come up to the front," Remus said professionally. He was honestly worried about his Slytherin student.
"Sir, um before we talk could I go use the loo really quick?" Draco whispered out, embarrassed at having to ask but they were alone at the moment. The minute he stood up, gravity made itself known. He had to go a lot worse than he had thought.
“Draco, you just went to the toilet not too long ago. Ironically that’s exactly what I want to talk to you about. Why didn’t you speak up for yourself?” Remus asked kindly, he knew what the boy had done to his cub, but he had no doubt that Severus was taking care of it.
Draco’s face burned in mortification at being asked that question. He wasn’t a toddler; he knew when to go and how to ask. He stared at the man for a moment, not wanting him to get annoyed with him.
“I didn’t think you would let me go,” he whispered anxiously.
“Why would you think that? Have I ever denied you that right before?” Remus asked worriedly.
“No sir,” Draco replied honestly.
“Then why would you assume so?” Remus asked again. He was pretty sure he knew the reason why.
“Because I’m a Slytherin,” Draco said his hands balled into fists on his side as he tried not to march in place.
“So are Theodore and Blaize and Pansy. I would never so something like that just because of your house. That’s not the kind of person I am,” Remus said firmly.
Draco looked down at his feet before crossing his legs. He gripped the side of his robe to keep from grabbing himself before gazing back at the man’s face.
“Oh, so next time if I ask, I can go?” Draco asked with a strained voice. His bladder was ready to empty itself, he couldn’t hold on for very much longer.
“Most likely yes,” Remus replied, brow furrowing at his tone of voice. What was wrong now?
“Is that all you wanted to talk to me about sir?” Draco asked, gasping on his breath as he leaked into his underwear.
“No, I have one other thing I needed to discuss with you. First off what’s the matter?” Remus couldn’t help but ask, he knew something was the matter he just didn’t know what.
“I gotta go to the toilet right not, and I’m not even kidding,” Draco said quickly before bending at his waist as he bladder shifted around.
Remus frowned; the boy should not have to go this soon. He knew from Harry what that position meant and he quickly answered him.
“But you just went, earlier in class.” Remus said in confusion.
“I know but I’ve had to go a lot today, please can I go Professor?” Draco asked as he moved around restlessly.
“Of course you can, just make sure to come back here. We need still need to talk,” Remus said turning around and grabbing papers from his desk.
Draco nodded gratefully and started to walk with difficulty towards the door. It was slow moving and he was soon in the middle of the classroom. His face was scrunched up in obvious pain from holding it, and he knew already that he wasn’t gonna make it to the toilet. And to his horror his eyes started to fill with tears again as he was forced to grab himself, lest he disgrace himself again.
Remus turned around at the small sniffled and frowned at what he saw.
“I thought you needed the loo Mr. Malfoy,” he said curiously.
“I do Professor,” Draco whispered out frantically trying to wipe away the tears with his free hand.
“Then why haven’t you gone then child?” Remus questioned gently.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it again,” Draco said softly, as he felt himself leak again.
Remus’s eyes widened, before he shook his head. This had to be embarrassing for the young aristocrat, but at the moment Remus didn’t see that. He didn’t see the child as a Slytherin or as the boy who made Harry wet himself. Draco Malfoy was just a confused little boy who looked lost and on the verge of wetting himself.
“Can you move at all?” Remus asked quietly, getting a sense of déjà vu.
“I think…I…no sir,” Draco said his voice full of shame for having admit such a weakness.
“It’s alright Draco, no need to be embarrassed. I’m going to pick you up and carry you to the toilet if that’s alright,” Remus explained gently as he walked over to him.
“Someone might see and they’ll laugh,” Draco said mortified at just the thought.
“I was talking about my office loo,” Remus said with a small chuckle before swiftly picking the teen up.
Draco rested his forehead against the man’s shoulder, holding himself for dear life. His whole body tensed and he trembled as his bladder tried to release itself without his permission.
“Hurry please,” Draco pleaded urgently.
“We’re there,” Remus said setting him down in front of the closed toilet. He was a bit unsure now, if Draco was indeed like Harry and tended to struggle with his clothes when he was in a rush.
Draco didn’t care that that his Professor was still there, he only cared that he had made it. He stood in front of the toilet struggling to take off his robe, before trying to lift it out of the way with one hand. He whined as he wasn’t having any type of luck.
“I need help again,” Draco said his voice thick with frustrated tears at the whole situation.
“Not a problem,” Remus said quickly discarding the robe and undoing the boy’s trousers.
Draco sighed gratefully when he was released from his trousers, gripping himself tight as he waited for his teacher to leave. Now that he could think rationally for a bit, he couldn’t go with the man in here. His body shuddered again, and he whimpered softly.
“Why haven’t you gone already?” Remus asked, on his way out the loo.
“You’re still in here; I can’t go with you in here with me.” Draco cried; hysterical at the pain in his lower stomach now.
“I’m gone,” Remus said a second later the door swiftly shut.
Draco hurriedly pulled his trousers completely down and out of the way and immediately started to pee, even before his underwear was moved out the way. He gasped as he soaked through the material before he could pull himself out. He finally pulled his spurting length out and aimed at the toilet bowl.
He sighed loudly as he peed, his eyes closing and his head tilting back from how good this was feeling. He peed forcefully and for a long time too, as his stream started to wind down he started to become aware of something. It didn’t sound like he was peeing in the toilet and his eyes shot opened as he realized that he had been peeing all over the toilet lid and the floor. The last of his wee ended and as he put himself back into his soaked underwear he stared comically at the mess he had made.
There was his liquid all over the floor, the closed toilet lid, and the rubbish bin near the toilet. He stared in horror; at how he had accidently defaced the man’s loo. As he bent down to pull up his trousers he gasped loudly as they had gotten quite wet from where they had been around his ankles. He pulled them up and stared at them mournfully, what was he gonna do now?
Remus was waiting for Draco in his office, grading some paper. He had heard the sound of relief and liquid so he assumed he had made it. The boy was taking an awful long time in there and he mused that the boy must have been dying for the loo. He was in the middle of grading papers when heard a gasp come from the boy. He got up instantly and knocked on the door.
“Draco, are you alright in there?” Remus asked concern evident in his tone.
“N-n-no sir,” Draco stammered out, his tears silently falling down his face.
“What’s the matter? Can I come in?” Remus asked kindly.
“I don’t know,” Draco whispered out. He was so ashamed of himself, how hadn’t he noticed the closed lid.
“Are you hurt in anyway?” Remus asked, not wanting to invade the child’s privacy. He frowned, wondering if maybe he should call Severus; since this was his snake.
“No sir, I’m fine,” Draco sobbed.
“You don’t sound fine to me,” Remus said hand automatically going to the knob. Had this been Harry or Theodore he would have been in there at the first sound of their tears. But since this was Lucius Malfoy’s son, he didn’t want to cross any lines.
“I’m sorry sir,” Draco finally said.
“What are you apologizing for child?” Remus asked quietly.
“For making a mess,” he said softly.
“Did you have an accident Draco?” Remus asked knowingly.
“I made it, but the toilet lid was still up and I got everything wet.” Draco managed to say between his tears.
Remus nodded before letting himself in, his sensitive nose immediately catching whiff of what the boy was talking about. Remus mused to himself as he pulled out his wand that the boy probably hadn’t looked in his desperate state and didn’t realize it until the end. He couldn’t really blame him for this, besides that’s what magic was for anyways.
“It’s quite alright Draco; I can clean this up easily.” Remus reassured him before doing just that and cleaning up his wet clothes as well. He grabbed the boy’s robe and led him out the loo.
Draco sat in the chair across the man’s desk, his face the picture of misery. He had to confess; maybe this was Merlin’s way of making sure he told the truth about what he did to Harry. He couldn’t take this anymore, he was so tired of being embarrassed and humiliated. All of this because of what he did to Potter, it just wasn’t worth it.
“Professor I have to tell you something,” Draco said accepting the handkerchief with a nod of thanks as he looked at his teacher.
“What is Draco?” Remus asked quietly, pretty sure he knew what was coming.
“I made Harry Potter wet himself a couple of weeks ago, by scaring him.” Draco admitted shamed faced.
“I see and why have you decided to tell me now?” Remus asked carefully.
“Because I feel really bad,” Draco said sniffling into the handkerchief.
“Good, then you’re capable of feeling remorse. There is hope for you yet,” Remus said softly.
“What do I do now?” Draco asked quietly, his head bowed in shame.
“Since I’m not your head of house, I cannot discipline you for this. You are to tell Severus what you just told me, and I will talk to him to confirm that you have done just that.” Remus said firmly.
“Yes sir,” Draco said softly.
“You’re free to go child,” Remus said kindly.
Draco nodded before getting up and walking towards the door.
“Professor, how did you know I had to go in class today?” Draco asked curiously.
“Harry told me, he saw you’re movements,” Remus said honestly.
“Could you tell him I’m sorry for me?” Draco asked after a minute had passed.
“No, you have to do that yourself,” Remus answered.
Draco nodded before making his way out the office, and to his dorm. He had a lot to think about before his detention with Snape that night. |
Hope you guys like this, Harry will be back next chapter, I just had to tie up some loose ends with Draco.
Chapter 72
The rest of the day passed by quickly, all things considering and Draco just wished that that he could sleep the rest of the horrible day away. He had detention right after dinner, and he refrained from drinking his juice at the table, even as his dry throat protested it. As he played with his food, his thoughts kept straying back to Professor Lupin helping him out, and then finding out that Potter was the reason that he didn’t humiliate himself in class again.
He frowned to himself feeling like the biggest lowlife in the world. His father had a saying, Malfoy’s don’t apologize, but he was going to break that rule. He only hoped that it never got back to the man, Draco preferred being in the land of the living.
“What’s eating you?” Theo asked as he looked up from his plate.
“Nothing, I just have detention today, with Snape.” He said softly.
“Oh yea, for what happened this morning.” Theo replied quietly.
“Yea,” Draco nodded, not wanting to talk about it.
“Well, good news is you’ll probably just be scrubbing cauldrons.” Blaise chirped in.
Draco nodded, hoping that was so, before hesitantly taking a sip of his water. The coldness was a pleasure to his throat and he found himself greedily gulping it before he could stop himself. He glanced at his watch, seeing the time 7:30pm and he stood up. He had time to use the toilet before detention and he definitely was going to do so.
“I’ll see you guys back at the dorm,” he said as he stood up from the table and walked out the Great Hall. As he turned the corner, his heart leaped into his throat as he ran smack dab into the twin terrors themselves. He gulped, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked at them fearfully.
“Quit looking at us like that,” Fred said with a frown. He never thought that Malfoy would ever be afraid of them, and quite frankly, he didn’t like the look he was receiving.
“I’m sorry,” Draco said quietly, his eyes immediately making contact with the ground. His body shuddered in fear as he wondered what they were going to do to him.
“You don’t owe us an apology; Harry on the other hand is another story.” George said quietly.
Draco nodded quickly, why were they so late to dinner? Were they planning on telling people right now? His stomach churned, and his face took on a paler sheen as he envisioned them telling the whole school of his accident.
“I know, Professor Lupin talked to me,” Draco said softly, as he swallowed audibly.
“Good, I hoped you learned something then.” Fred replied.
“You don’t look so good Malfoy, what’s eating you?” George asked in concern.
“Are you going to tell people? I never told anyone about Harry, I only threatened but I kept it to myself. I promise I didn’t say anything.” He blurted out, his eyes unconsciously filling with tears.
“Calm down mate, relax,” Fred said as he looked at his brother. What the hell had happened to the boy? It couldn’t all be because of that diuretic could it? How had the boy suddenly had a change of heart?
“I can’t, please, are you going to tell anyone?” Draco blubbered out, his breaths hitching and his tears falling freely now.
“Oh for, bloody hell,” George said with a sigh before walking forward and picking up the third year.
Draco flinched back when he was touched as if he was expecting a hit, and truth be told he was. He didn’t know what the twins were going to do to him, but he was scared none the less.
“What are you doing?” Fred asked looking at his brother in confusion.
“What’s it look like, I’m taking him to Snape,” George replied calmly.
“He looks like he’s having a panic attack,” Fred mused quietly.
“That’s because he is, he probably thinks we’re going to hurt him. Let’s go Fred,” George said heading to the Dungeons.
Severus was glancing at the clock wondering where the Malfoy spawn was. Draco was usually about 10 minutes early for detention and it was now 7:55pm so where was the child? He couldn’t stop the bit of worry for his snake, regardless of what the boy had done to Harry. He stood up, intending on going to check the Slytherin common room when he heard a knock on the door.
“Enter,” he said quietly. He was expecting to see Draco, but imagine his surprise when he saw 3 boys enter his office, on who was having a panic attack. That wasn’t what had him speechless; it was the fact that George Weasely was holding a panicked Draco Malfoy in his arms calmly.
“We bumped into him, and he…”
“Started freaking out; I swear…”
“Sir that we didn’t have…”
“Anything to do with this,” Fred finished as he closed the door behind him.
“I’ll get a calming draught,” Severus said heading towards his potions store.
“Malfoy, relax before you make yourself sick,” Fred finally said. He was starting to get worried for the little boy. How is it when tears were involved, everything changed.
“I…I…can’t,” Draco gasped out, as he sobbed into the boy’s chest.
“Draco child come here,” Severus said when he re-entered the office.
George gently released the fingers around his neck and set the boy down, holding onto his shoulders, as he prodded the boy towards his head of house.
“Thank you Weasely, I’ve got it from here,” Severus said, nodding in approval to the boys.
“You’re welcome sir, feel better Draco.” George replied as he walked towards the door.
“And for the record, we aren’t going to tell either.” Fred said as he closed the door behind them.
Severus waited pensively for a few minutes as he fed the boy the potion, handing him a handkerchief before setting him in a chair. He sat back down at his desk and turned towards his snake who was sniffling.
“Tell me what happened,” Severus said kindly.
“I think something’s wrong with me,” Draco said, despite the calming potion, his eyes were once again filled with tears.
“What makes you say that?” Severus questioned concern in his tone.
“I’ve gone to the toilet over 10 times today, it’s like I have to go every hour. I’ve had 3 accidents today too,” Draco admitted shamefully.
Severus’s face was blank but inside he was feeling the effects of guilt. He never expected the child to be hurt, humiliated yes. He had assumed that Draco was just like his father, since he tended to do everything Lucius did when they were at school. Lupin was right, unlike Lucius, Draco showed remorse.
“I apologize for not allowing you to be excused this morning,” Severus said quietly.
“That’s ok sir, I knew your rules beforehand.” Draco replied softly.
“Perhaps, my rules need to be revised,” Severus replied. His rules he knew were unethical, to deny a child that right was unforgivable. Harry had showed him that, unlike him they were still children and they sometimes could not hold it for 4 hours, especially after consuming the juice they tended to drink for lunch and breakfast.
Draco didn’t say anything; he just looked at his hands. He had to know something though, or he was going to be sick thinking about it.
“When will my father come for me?” Draco asked his face blank but fear shone bright in those silver eyes.
“He won’t child, I didn’t send the letter,” Severus replied quietly.
“Are you sure?” Draco asked, refusing to believe that.
“I can assure you, I hadn’t gone around to sending it,” he replied.
“So you probably will now right?” Draco said his heart heavy in his chest.
“No child, I won’t send it. You had an accident, you are still a child, and I will not have you punished for that.” Severus answered.
“Professor, can I talk to you about something?” Draco asked softly.
“Of course Dragon,” Severus said kindly.
“I told my father about what I did to Potter, and though I know I can’t take it back but would it be ok if I apologized to him?” Draco asked quickly.
“You want to apologize to Potter?” Severus asked his eyebrows rose in disbelief.
“Yes sir, Professor Lupin said Potter, was the reason he saw that I needed the loo in class today.” Draco said before going on to explain what exactly happened.
Severus listened with rapt attention, another way Harry was unlike James. Lily was forgiving at the best of times, and Harry had inherited that. He was proud of his son for being the better man, when he himself could not. Slytherins were different then Gryffindors, they tended to get revenge, not forgive as Harry did.
“That seems like a good idea,” Severus replied before placing a potion in front of Draco.
“What’s that sir?” Draco asked curiously.
“To help with your overactive bladder,” Severus said.
“Thanks Professor,” Draco said gratefully before quickly swallowing the potion, waiting for it to take effect.
“You’re welcome Draco,” Severus replied.
Draco sat their quietly, happy that he wasn’t in trouble but he wasn’t stupid to think that he didn’t have detention. He had disgraced himself and his head of house from his lack of control this morning. He grimaced, speaking of which he hadn’t had a chance to relieve himself.
“What and I going to be doing tonight sir?” Draco asked, placing his wand on the man’s desk. Snape didn’t allow magic in his detentions and he didn’t fancy getting accused of something if he happened to clean to well.
“I want you to write an apology letter to Potter. There is a huge possibility that he will not forgive you and I highly doubt approaching him will work against you.” Severus said smoothly, considering the boy’s past confrontations.
“Sir, are you serious?” Draco asked shock coursing through his body. He was sure that Snape would relish in what he did to Potter. This was a new development, but he didn’t have a problem with it.
“Does it look like I am joking dragon?” Severus asked quietly.
“No sir. I’ll get started right away,” he said pulling out his parchment.
As Draco started in on the letter, he found he was having a hard time of concentrating. He didn’t think the potion had take effect yet because he was feeling his full bladder and it scared him. His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything, even as he frequently glanced towards Snape and back to his desk. He was unaware of how obvious he was being until the man spoke.
“Is there something in particular Mr. Malfoy that you find interesting on my face?” Severus asked neutrally.
“No sir,” Draco said flushing at being caught. He squirmed in his seat as the man’s dark gaze landed on him.
"Then what seems to be the problem?" Severus asked curiously.
"How long does it take the potion to work?" Draco asked, a bit of a whine in his voice.
"10-15minutes," He said calmly.
"Oh," Draco replied softly.
He really had to go, and no matter that Snape apologize about this morning; Draco knew that he would never be allowed to go in detention. He moaned softly as he tried to prevent himself from gripping his crotch.
"Out with it Mr. Malfoy," Severus said hearing the sound.
“Sir?” Draco asked innocently as he crossed his legs as tight as he could under his desk.
Severus didn’t say anything, those his eyes narrowed as he took in the expression his student’s face. The boy looked to be wholly uncomfortable and he was just about to ask why, when he saw the clenched thighs and crossed legs. The hand that was gripping his crotch spoke volumes, even if he hadn’t already figured it out.
He sighed softly, not at all surprised by the boy needing to relieve himself. Nor the fact that Draco had yet to ask to be excused. He knew that the Malfoy heir was proud, and didn’t want to admit such a weakness again, considering what happened this morning. He had really rattled the boy; he could see it even now.
“I will be right back; I just need to grab something from the classroom.” Severus said standing up and making sure that his toilet door was open. He wondered of the boy would take advantage of it, or not before shutting the door to the classroom behind him.
Draco looked at the open door, and whimpered. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing from the loo to the classroom door. Professor Snape wasn’t like Professor Lupin and he wouldn’t let him use his personal toilet would he? Draco shook his head before standing up, maybe he could finish before his teacher came back? Standing up shook his bladder and he marched in place for a moment as he struggled to hold on.
He held himself just to be safe as he slowly started the walk across the classroom, feeling extremely paranoid for the moment. Any minute Snape could walk back in, and he would be caught. Draco stopped short at that, he wasn’t doing anything though, was he? All he wanted to do was use the toilet, was that really a crime? He blinked tearfully before slumping his shoulders, he obviously had pissed off the man today and he didn’t want to get into anymore trouble. Ignoring the fullness in his lower stomach he started walking dejectedly back to his seat.
Severus grabbed a random potion vial and stood by the door, it had been 3 minutes and he was sure that Draco had taken care of himself. He walked into his office to find said child bent over at the waist by his chair, similar to a position that Harry tended to be in when the situation became serious.
“Mr. Malfoy, why haven’t you used the facilities?” Severus asked in confusion.
“I wasn’t sure I could sir,” Draco answered quickly.
“I left the door open for you, I didn’t need it.” Severus said as he took a seat.
“Can I use it now then?” Draco asked after a moment.
“You may, hurry though.” Severus said gesturing for the boy to do so.
Draco hobbled his way towards the open toilet door nearly tripping over his robe as he entered the door. He took off the constricting material unaware that he hadn’t even bothered to shut the door. He whimpered as his bladder signaled him to release itself now, and he hurried to comply. He jumped up and down, one hand on the inside of his trousers as the other tried to undo his belt but he wasn’t having much luck.
He didn’t think that Professor Snape would help him like Professor Lupin so he didn’t bother asking for help. Draco sniffled as his bladder contracted; he crossed his legs tight trying to prevent an accident. He tried to stifle a sob as he felt his hand holding himself suddenly get warm and wet. And his eyes overflowed with tears as he got ready for the inevitable.
Severus was grading papers, his eyes going towards the still opened toilet door. He knew that the Malfoy heir was as modest as he came so he was a bit curious on why the door was still open. Not to mention, he couldn’t hear the tell tale sound of water on water, and he found himself standing up and walking towards the door.
“Draco, is everything alright?” He asked, poking his head in to make sure.
“Yes sir, everything is fine.” Draco said lying quietly, as he tried to hold on longer.
“Why haven’t you gone then? What are you waiting for? You look like you’re about to have an accident child,” Severus admonished.
“I can’t get my trousers undone, I’m sorry sir,” Draco blubbered out shamelessly as he held himself tight.
“There’s not to apologize for, it happens to the best of us.” Severus said quietly before waving his wand and banishing the belt, the button, and the zipper. That action allowed the boy’s trousers to fall to his ankles; which Severus then lifted up the seat for him.
“Thank you sir,” Draco said gratefully before turning towards the toilet. Not even caring that the man was still in the room, he pulled down his boxers and started to relieve himself.
Severus shook his head before leaving the loo and closing the door behind him. He took a seat on his desk and was going back to his grading when he heard a small knock on the door.
“Enter,” he said before straightening up. He hadn’t been expecting anyone else at this moment.
Harry entered Snape’s office with a frown, his face uncomfortable in the least.
“What can I do for you Mr. Potter?” Severus asked coldly, gesturing for Harry to look behind him. He had picked up Draco’s robe and set it on his desk for him to get it, when he got out the washroom.
“I need a potion sir,” Harry said as his stomach churned uncomfortably before stopping to look at the man in the chair in shock.
Harry eyes widen at the way his father addressed him but before he could get offended he noticed someone’s work on the desk and a black robe hung over the chair. He looked at the man questioningly but refrained from calling the man dad like he normally did. Harry bent his head down, he had needed a potion. His stomach was feeling a bit off, but he wasn’t about to ask for it now. For all he knew that was Malfoy’s things and the last person he wanted to see right now was him.
“What kind of potion?” Severus asked neutrally, though inwardly, he was concerned.
“Never mind sir,” Harry said softly before turning around and running out the office. He didn’t need a potion he could deal with this himself. He shoved back the hurt; feeling like his father just chose whoever that was over him. But he shrugged, it was life, and unfortunately he was used to it.
Severus sighed softly unable to call the boy back like he wanted too; something obviously wasn’t right with Harry. Resolving to have Minerva check on him he returned back to his paper, when the toilet door opened revealing Draco Malfoy, one hand holding his trousers up. He stood up and quickly fixed the boy’s clothes and nodded to him to finish his detention. Severus wasn’t expecting anything else from the boy as he sat down in front of his desk.
“Thank you Professor,” Draco whispered before returning to his letter.
“You’re welcome Draco,” he replied back. |
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Chapter 73
Harry rushed to the toilet near his father’s office and just barely made it before he was throwing up in one of the stalls. He had felt off all day, and he hated going to the infirmary. Madame Pomprey tended to fuss over him especially when it came to his weight and he didn’t want to hear it right now. That was the whole reason for him heading down into the dungeons for a potion, but that was for naught as his father didn’t even want to see him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before flushing and walking out the stall. Rinsing his mouth out, and washing his face, Harry hurried towards his dormitory.
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The next morning found Harry’s stomach inching its way to his throat and as he got dressed he struggled to keep it all in. As his friends rushed off to the common room he took that time to spew the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He felt horrible, and a bit chilled but it was Friday and since he had a Quidditch match on Sunday, he wasn’t about to complain.
Sitting in the great hall, watching everyone eat was almost his undoing and he swallowed constantly as his stomach convulsed. He drank his juice religiously, as it seemed to keep the nasty taste from his mouth. They had potions first thing today, and he was worried about the gross ingredients that might be his undoing. Grabbing his friends they started the trek down to the dungeons. As they neared the classrooms Harry found himself being pulled and he turned to look at Ron in confusion.
“The toilet mate,” he said quietly.
Harry nodded, hurrying ahead of him as his stomach soured. He rushed into the toilet and was unable to make it to a stall and just barely made it to the rubbish bin. He groaned as he was sick, trying to stop it all.
“Harry, what did you eat?” Ron asked in concern as he came through the door.
“Nothing,” he said hoarsely.
“Here, eat this then,” Ron said holding out a peppermint stick.
Harry took it gratefully, the sweet removing the gross taste from his mouth for the time being. He went to the sink completely forgetting about even using the toilet before heading towards the class. He and Ron hurried towards class and made it with a few minutes to spare. Trying not to draw attention to his current ailment, Ron went and gathered the items while Harry wrote down the instructions on the board.
45 minutes into the class, he felt the pressure in his lower stomach, and he winced inwardly. In his hurry to get to class, he had neglected to do the one thing he had stopped at the loo for. He tried to ignore it, but like always that wasn’t the case since he was now aware of it. His stomach was on the move and he felt his mouth watering, and froze.
He knew he had to do something, before his body decided for him. At the moment, he was feeling the urge to be sick, but at the same time his bladder was sending him urgent signals. Out of all the classes he had to be in, why now? Unless he wanted to defile his father’s classroom floor, he knew he had to speak up. He tentatively raised his hand in the air.
“What is it Mr. Potter?” Severus asked neutrally.
“Can I um…may I use…may I be excused sir?” Harry stammered out, before he was breathing through his mouth, trying to will the bile that was inching up back down.
Severus narrowed his eyes at Harry, not because he was annoyed at him but because Harry’s face was taking on an ashen color. Not to mention why was he sweating in the dungeons.
“Mr. Potter, class has just started. Ask me again in a half hour and I will let you go,” Severus said garnering shocked expressions throughout the class. He was expecting a Gryffindor to be the one to blurt out what they all were thinking but it turned out to be one of his snakes.
"Professor, I thought we weren’t allowed to go to the loo in your class?” Theodore asked in confusion.
“Recent incidents have made me aware that that rule shouldn’t apply to my younger students,” Severus explained swiftly. He could see them thinking and he knew they were going back to what happened with Draco.
“You forgot to use the toilet huh?” Ron asked knowingly.
“Yes, how could I be so bloody stupid?” Harry said with a sigh.
“Well you only have to wait 30 minutes, so keep positive dry thoughts.” Ron encouraged.
“I will,” Harry replied. His bladder though full wasn’t what was on his mind at the moment. He had other problems to worry about, like the fact that he could literally feel his stomach in his throat. He wiggled in his seat, before turning to Ron.
“Did you have another sweet Ron?” He asked hopefully.
“No, I didn’t even have that one. Neville gave it to me,” Ron replied with a shrug.
“Oh dang it then,” Harry said before swallowing hard.
All of a sudden he could feel it coming up, at that very moment and he jumped off his stool. He headed up to his teacher’s desk aware of everyone’s eyes on him but he didn’t care.
“Professor I have to be excused right now,” Harry said frantically, trying not to spew his guts right there on the man’s desk.
“Mr. Potter, I have informed you have I not of when you can go. Please take your seat and do not disrupt me again, unless you want a detention and loss of house points.” He said in a stern voice.
He couldn’t for the life of him understand what had gotten into Harry. His potty dance was more or less there, so he knew he wasn’t that urgent, was it? He shook his head, wondering if Harry was still mad about last night.
Harry didn’t say anything as he turned around, though he could feel in his mouth that it was happening whether he liked it or not. He whined to himself before turning around and walking back to the man’s desk only this time one hand was over his mouth and the other his stomach.
“Mr. Potter what is the meaning of this? Blatant disrespect,” Severus asked loudly as he stood up and looked at the boy.
“But Professor I have to…” was all he heard before Harry gagged and then watched him push his hand forcefully back to his mouth.
That was all Severus and the rest of the class needed to hear, he knew without a doubt what the matter was now.
“You’re excused Mr. Potter,” Severus said quickly. He was fighting the urge to pick up his son and rush him to the nearest toilet.
Harry nodded but it was too late and he knew it, and he found himself looking around before grabbing the man’s rubbing bin and sticking his head in it, just in time. He could hear the screams of disgust but he couldn’t help himself as he sicked up in class. It was humiliating but not as much as one would think. He shuddered at the thought of what happened to Draco yesterday and if he had somehow puked on himself. He moaned as he finished looking up at his dad with glassy eyes.
“My office now Mr. Potter,” Severus said quietly as he banished the mess in the bin.
Harry nodded before slowly making his way towards his father’s office. Once there he took a seat on the couch near the bookshelf, kicking off his shoes in the process. His stomach was churning again and he felt so cold. He knew without a doubt that he was sick; he would probably have to go to the infirmary now. He had just closed his eyes for just a second when he felt this cold hand on his head and he leaned into it. Opening one eye he could see the concerned face of his father in front of him.
“Daddy, I’m sick,” Harry whispered out, stating the obvious.
“I know you are child, just lay here and rest and as soon as class is out, I will take care of you.” Severus said quietly.
Harry nodded, before whimpering as the movement made him dizzy. Add to that fact that his stomach was still churning and he barely had time to lean over the side of the couch before he was throwing up again. He moaned pitifully, as he heard it splash on the floor. He didn’t look at his father as he finished, feeling ashamed.
“I’ll clean it up,” he said hoarsely.
“You will do no such thing,” Severus replied sternly. He quickly banished the mess and threw a few refreshing charms around. He gently took off Harry’s robe and transfigured it into a duvet and covered him with it.
Harry sighed softly, whimpering as he felt his father get up. He wanted the comfort, he was sick and he deserved it right?
“Daddy?” He sniffed.
“One second Harry, let me get a potion for your stomach among other things,” Severus said as he headed over to his potion’s stock. He grabbed numerous ones, before coming back to Harry who of course hadn’t moved. He set him up gently and brought a vial to his mouth.
“It’s icky, it’s gonna make me sick,” Harry said tearfully.
“It won’t, this is a stomach calming potion. It’s a minty flavor, it will help I promise.” Severus replied.
“Kay,” Harry murmured taking the potion. He sighed in relief as his stomach did settle down and soon his father was handing him another vial; fever reducer.
He took that one, and the rest without complaint, and laid back down. One of them was laced with a mild sleeping draught so he could rest and he was feeling it.
“Wait Harry, didn’t you need to use the toilet?” Severus asked, gently shaking him awake.
“No, I’m fine,” Harry said tiredly.
“Alright, I’ll come back and check on you a little bit later.” Severus said, knowing he had to get back to his lesson.
Harry gave a sound that he understood and slowly started to drift off to sleep.
Severus placed a charm on him to alert him if Harry was sick again, just in case before heading back into his classroom.
Harry was content on the sofa at the moment, and was nearly asleep when he felt his bladder forcibly nudge him. He cursed inwardly, having just told his dad that he didn’t have to go, and now the man was gone. He winced, knowing that if he slept he would end up just wetting himself and his father’s couch. He slowly sat up, and tried to stand up. He ended up tottering for a bit before he sat back down in exhaustion.
He could see the door to his father’s office loo, but he couldn’t walk there. He rocked in his seat miserably, before grabbing himself. The clincher he knew was that he had to go as bad as he did, with a toilet that he could see, he just couldn’t reach. He bounced up and down on the couch, trying again only to end up with the same results. With the amount of potions in his system, along with his sick and weak body, he had no strength to walk to the toilet.
Severus was watching over his classroom, occluding the feeling of being a horrible father away. As much as he wanted to check on Harry, he knew he couldn’t draw attention to it. The Slytherins could excuse Harry being sick, but they all assumed that he sent him to the infirmary. He trusted Poppy of course, but he could handle his sick child by himself. He sighed before walking around the classroom, focusing on children, trying not to blow of their cauldrons.
Theodore was worried about Harry, he really felt for the kid. The one class you didn’t want to be sick in, he was and he had to deal with Snape yelling at you while you felt bad. He shook his head, as he heard him instruct Harry to his office. He had assumed that Harry was going to the infirmary, but he could see from his seat in the back, that it wasn’t so.
His teacher’s office door was cracked and he could see that Harry was on the couch. He wasn’t sleeping he was more squirming if anything. What was going on? No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, he saw the boy bend over like he might hurl again, and Theodore winced before raising his hand. He looked up at his teacher curiously before poking his finger so the man could come down.
“What seems to be the problem Mr. Nott?” Severus asked quietly.
“Harry’s gonna be sick,” he said anxiously.
“I’m well aware that Potter is feeling ill,” Severus said sternly.
“No sir, he’s gonna be sick now. Like in your office,” Theodore protested, gesturing for the man to turn around.
Severus’s eyes widen, before turning around. The potion should not have worn off that quickly and he sighed softly as he looked through the crack. That wasn’t Harry’s I’m gonna be sick dance that was I suddenly realized I really have to pee dance. He shook his head, he couldn’t help him at the moment, and he hoped Harry could hold on.
“Professor aren’t you going to help him?” Theodore asked curiously.
“Silence Mr. Nott,” Severus said firmly before starting to walk away. He could feel the guilt resurface.
“Professor Snape, please.” Theodore begged silently.
“My office now Theodore,” Severus said loudly, that the whole class turned around to give the young Slytherin a sympathetic look. Severus wasn’t blind; he had seen something in his snake’s eye when he was asking him about Harry. Not to mention he had finally spoken to Lupin and it turns out Theodore actually like Harry. This he could use, he had no desire to lose any of his young charges to the Dark Lord when he returned.
Theo kept his face blank before hurrying into the man’s office. He walked in and shut the door firmly behind him, taking a look at the boy on his head of house’s couch.
Harry was shocked when the door opened, and he smiled in relief. His father always seemed to know when something was wrong; he didn’t look up just yet, as he struggled to gain control. Which is why he hoped that his dad wouldn’t be mad, when he found out Harry ruined the secret.
“Daddy, I need to go to go pee right now,” Harry said frantically as soon as the door shut. His eyes shot up quickly when he heard a gasp and he stared horrified into the eyes of Theodore Nott.
“Why are you calling Snape daddy?” Theodore asked, his eyes unconsciously narrowing as he stared down the lion.
“It was an accident,” Harry whispered out. He was gonna be in so much trouble.
“That didn’t sound like an accident to me,” Theodore said as he took a seat.
“It was, I didn’t mean it. Why are you in here Theo?” Harry asked tearfully, trying to keep his tears at bay.
“Because you didn’t look so good, and Snape sent me in here to check on you.” He answered.
“I’m fine,” Harry said even as he sat their gripping himself for it was worth.
“You look it,” Theo replied sarcastically. “Why haven’t you gone to the toilet Harry?” He asked gently.
“I can’t make it by myself, too many potions in me.” Harry mumbled out tiredly.
“Come on then, let’s take you to pee then.” Theo said easily as he stood up and headed over to the couch.
Harry looked at the other boy warily; he was so hot and cold. He helped him in the DADA classroom, but then just now he looked like he was angry with him. Was the boy going to hurt him now?
“I’m not going to hurt you; I daresay your father has charms in place.” Theodore said easily. He would be talking to his head of house after class; he could already tell that Harry was in no position to explain anything. At the moment, he looked as if he was going to wet himself and then burst into tears.
“Ok,” Harry whispered, putting his arm around the other boy’s shoulder, and slowly walking to the office toilet on to have Theodore stop him.
“Where are you going Potter? The toilet is this way,” Theodore said gesturing out the office.
“No I use my...d… Snape’s,” Harry said unhappily.
“Are you sure? I don’t think that’s allowed,” Theo said carefully.
“It is so allowed, I gotta go!” Harry cried out as he crossed his legs tight.
“Alright stop freaking out; we’ll do it your way.” He said ushering the smaller boy through the hidden door and turned on the light. He awkwardly placed Harry in front of the toilet, unsure if the other boy could hold himself up without him.
Harry was breathing deeply, feeling exhausted from just that short walk. He couldn’t unbuckle himself with his trembling hand, and he whimpered.
“Can you go get my dad?” He asked softly.
“I can’t he’s in class, it would be suspicious if he left again.” Theodore said quietly.
“But I need him really bad,” Harry said tears filling his eyes again. He hated being sick, it made him more emotional than usual.
“What’s the matter? Maybe I can help,” Theodore offered.
“I can’t get my buckle undone,” Harry sniffled.
“Oh that, no big deal Harry,” Theo said bending down and undoing it with ease, as well as the zipper.
“Thank you,” Harry said gratefully.
He had just slid down his trousers and was about to release himself from his boxers when, he felt the other boy let go of him. He swayed precariously and reached out blindly for the countertop. He missed and he could see he was about to fall headfirst and he closed his eyes, stifling a scream. Before he could hit the ground, he felt arms catch him. Heart still thumping loudly in his chest he opened his fearful eyes to look at the other boy curiously.
“Sorry, I thought you could stand up on your own.” Theodore said sheepishly.
“That’s ok,” Harry said softly before turning back around towards the toilet.
“Merlin, I cannot believe I am doing this.” Theo said turning his gaze up to the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly. He didn’t want to make the other boy uncomfortable.
“Not your fault, go pee Harry.” Theodore said firmly.
Harry didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly pulled himself out of his boxers and sighed in relief as he peed. He peed forcefully into the toilet, his eyes closing slightly in bliss. He tried to push it out faster, knowing how Theo felt at the moment.
Severus looked to his office, wondering what the hell Theodore was doing. It had been 15 minutes and he turned towards the class.
"I need to have a discussion with Mr. Nott about disrupting my class. If I hear one sound out of you, i will be handing out detentions. I don’t care if you’re in my house or not. Merlin help you if you try to sabotage someone elses potions." He warned glaring at them before walking towards his office. He threw a stasis charm on a few cauldrons just in case before walking in, shutting the door behind him.
"Theo? Harry? Boys where are you," he trailed off as he heard voices and he headed towards the toilet door.
"Just what do you think you’re doing?" he said in a dangerously quiet voice.
Theodore jumped while Harry screamed and in the process the Slytherin let go of him.
Harry screamed as he felt himself falling, throwing all caution to the wind and grabbing the toilet to catch himself. He stayed up right however having been in the process of relieving himself in the toilet, he was now unable to stop the flow. Which sucked as he was now peeing on himself and the floor; and he sniffled loudly in shame.
"What the fuck did you that for?" Theodore exclaimed ignoring his thumping heart in favor of trying to right Harry up. He was angry at being frightened and wasn’t even aware he had cursed at the man.
"Theo you can’t say that word," Harry whispered anxiously as he directed the last of bladder into the toilet.
Severus was looking at the scene in amusement. Although part of him was feeling horrible for scaring them and making Harry have an accident. Another part was furious how dare his Snake curse at him? He took out his wand and absently conjured up the soap.
"Harry come here," he said sternly.
"Daddy I didn’t curse, please I don’t want the soap. I’m sick," Harry whimpered out though he walked over towards the man slowly.
"Hush child, this isn’t for you." Severus said spelling him clean and picking him up and hugged him to his chest.
"I told him on accident, about you being my dad. 'M sorry," Harry said softly.
"It’s alright child, i will deal with it. As for you, you need rest." Severus said waving his wand at the floor and turning his gaze on his young snake.
"I don’t wanna go to the infirmary," Harry cried.
"Hush, you will not be going there. But you are going to be sleeping." Severus said sternly.
"On the couch?" Harry asked softly.
"No Lupin has two free periods today. He will watch you," Severus said quietly gesturing for Theodore to follow them.
"Are we flooing?" Harry asked tiredly.
"Yes, take a seat and do not move Mr. Nott," Severus said before he quickly flooed to the man's quarters. After handing him the potions and promising to be back; Severus flooed back to his office and took a seat.
"Now where were we?" He said holding out the bar of soap.
"I’m so sorry sir," Theodore said eyes wide. He knew already what that was for. He had heard stories from the older snakes, not to curse in front of Snape and he hadn’t just done that. He had actually cursed at the man.
"No you’re not, but this will make certain you are." Severus said crooking his finger.
Theodore got us and stood in front of the desk. He sighed before opening his mouth, closing his eyes when the soap was placed in.
"Keep that in your mouth while we talk," Severus said before launching in on his lecture. |
I just started new job with different hours...so I'm trying to get use to not working the grave shift and trying to sleep normal...anyways..Heres the next update.
Chapter 74
Harry wasn’t sure how his dad was going to handle his mistake with Theo and he was too tired to care. He yawned softly before he drifted off to sleep, unaware of Madame Poppy coming and spelling more potions into his stomach. He was too deep into his sleep to notice he had completely soaked the bed he was laying in.
Not that it mattered because Remus spelled it clean with him in it. When he woke up again, he felt better as if he hadn’t been sick at all, but he was still feeling weak. He sat up and looked around the darkened room, his hair going everywhere. Yawning he got out of bed and feeling along the wall made his way out the bedroom.
“Professor?” Harry called tiredly.
“Harry, what are you doing out of bed?” Remus asked coming from the kitchen.
“I have to go pee,” Harry replied, too tired to be embarrassed.
“Follow me,” Remus said walking quickly down the hall and opening a closed door.
“Thank you,” Harry answered, as he made his way inside, and quickly took care of business.
When Harry came back out of the bathroom, he was surprised to see his father there. What time was it anyways? He slowly made his way to the man, where he was then picked up. Laying his head on his shoulder, Harry soon found himself drifting back off to sleep.
~*~*~*
The next morning Harry woke up in his bed in Gryffindor Tower feeling brilliant, not at all sure what happened. Thanking his father, he hurried up and got dressed, before making his way to the common room. After breakfast Harry wondered why Hermione was freaking out about random facts about DADA. He shrugged before thinking back on what he was told, in between his bouts of consciousness last night.
Harry shook his head; he couldn’t wrap his head around what Snape had just told him. Malfoy wanted to apologize to him about what he did to him in the loo. He was a bit apprehensive, but Professor Lupin and Snape had said that he was being truthful. He didn’t understand how the other boy wetting himself made him change. Oh well he wasn’t about to give himself a head ache thinking about. At the moment he was walking with Ron and Hermione to DADA, wondering what they were going to be doing that day. As they entered the classroom, Harry looked around as the desks were spread out weirdly. Where they having a test? He glanced at Hermione curiously.
“Is there a test today Mione?” He asked softly.
“Yes, he said it on Monday that we would have a test this week. He at least scheduled it for Friday so that gave us ample time to study. I sure hope you and Ron studied.” She said before taking a seat in the front.
Harry looked at Ron in horror, though he was great in defense he didn’t like going into the classroom blind so to speak. They took a seat in the back, ignoring the Slytherins and Harry turned to Ron.
“Did you know there was a test today?” Harry asked softly as Professor Lupin walked in.
“No, why didn’t Hermione warn us like usual?” Ron asked with a shrug.
“I don’t know,” Harry said worriedly as Professor Lupin started giving instructions.
The classroom quieted down as everyone listened to what he expected them to do today. Harry bit his lip in concern, he was worried. He had been trying to do well in his classes ever since he realized that he now had someone who cared for him. He didn’t want to disappoint Snape.
Harry waited until the man had passed out all the tests and went back to his desk towards the front before turning to Ron. He was trying to calm his nerves, especially when he felt his bladder nudge him. He hadn’t gone since before breakfast that morning, but he wasn’t worried at all. He reached over and poked Ron who had this weird look on his face.
“What are you doing?” He whispered as everyone started their tests.
“What’s it look like, I’m taking a test.” Ron said looking at him strangely.
“I meant, why are you making faces?” Harry asked.
“The first question stumped me,” Ron murmured back.
Harry nodded before going to check it out, the first question on his test was easy and he absently wondered if each person had a different test.
“Does your test have a number or letter on the top corner?” Harry asked after a moment. He wasn’t asking to cheat he was just curious like always.
“Yea, I have number 4, what’s yours say?” Ron asked turning to look at Harry.
“I got number 2, I think it’s so no one cheats,” Harry said softly before stiffening as he felt rather then saw someone behind him.
“There is no talking during the test, especially not about what I just heard.” Remus said sternly from behind them.
He had heard the boy’s whispers and had hoped they would have quieted before he intervened but he was forced to step in. Especially when they started talking about the different tests, he had no way of knowing if they were about to cheat or not. He knew that both Harry and Ron were good kids, but everyone made mistakes.
“I’m sorry Professor Lupin,” Ron and Harry said quietly.
“I’m sure you are, Ronald to the front please,” Remus said grabbing Ron’s test and gesturing towards him to get up.
“Why do I have to move?” Ron grumbled as he followed his teacher.
Harry looked at his friend morosely, wishing they didn’t have a test today. He sighed before he got to work. Halfway through his test Harry was really starting to feel his full bladder and he was unconsciously squirming on his seat. He didn’t pay much attention to it, instead just trying to maintain his focus on the paper in front of him. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he couldn’t just ignore it.
Especially when he felt his bladder contracted and he found himself leaking a bit into his boxers. He stiffened before looking up at his Professor’s desk. Normally, Harry would have already raised his hand, but since Professor Lupin had already spoken to him earlier he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He could already tell that when Ron moved that the man thought they were trying to cheat, but they weren’t. He sighed before biting his lip worriedly, and turning back to his test.
Harry tried to prevent himself from panicking, his bladder signals getting even more urgent the more he worried over it. He was thinking back to the start of the class and he was wishing that he hadn’t been so disruptive earlier. He sighed softly, before glancing at the clock. They still had an hour and half of class left, and he didn’t think he could wait that long.
He knew for a fact that he could no longer concentrate, and at the moment, he was perfectly fine getting a zero for the day. That is until he remembered that Snape would be less them impressed with that score especially since the man knew he could do better. He whined softly to himself, unknowingly, alerting someone else of his problems.
Theodore was sitting to the left of Harry on the Slytherin side of the room, and he glanced over at the other boy when he thought he heard something. He watched Harry for a few moments, before looking up at Professor Lupin in alarm. The man himself was in his office at the moment, but another look at Harry told him that if he didn’t do something, the kid would most likely wet himself again. He sighed softly, unsure of what to do.
“Psss, Harry what are you doing?” Theodore whispered.
Harry looked at the Slytherin in alarm, understanding that he had been caught. He hastily removed his hand from in between his legs only to quickly bring it
back as he spurted. He trembled at the momentary lost of control. It was painful having to hold his water back, especially when it was as full as it was.
“Just leave me alone please,” Harry murmured, face the picture of misery.
“Not bloody likely, why haven’t you asked for the toilet?” Theodore asked quietly.
“Because he’s gonna say no,” Harry whimpered out.
“Why he do that? I don’t think he’s gonna say no,” Theodore said confusion in his tone. Professor Lupin he knew was the one teacher who let you out to use the toilet, everyone knew that.
“I got in trouble earlier, so he’s not going to let me go.” Harry explained, blinking back tears as the reality that he just might wet himself in class, was starting to come true.
“That’s not true,” Theodore insisted softly.
“It is so, and I really gotta go,” Harry sniffled out.
“I’ll tell him ok?” Theodore asked calmly.
“You’re gonna get in trouble,” Harry said shaking his head in the negative as he crossed his legs tight.
“No I won’t;” Theodore said confidently before standing up. Ignoring the looks he was receiving he hurried towards his Professor’s door, and walked through the open door. He was rewarded when the man looked up at him in shock.
“Theodore, what are you doing child? Are you already finished with your test?” Remus asked.
“No sir, I’m almost done though, but I need to ask you something.” Theo said quickly.
“I can’t help you with anything you need on the test Theodore that would be cheating.” Remus said with a shake of his head.
“I know that sir, it doesn’t have to do with the test,” Theo said affronted at the whole idea that he would cheat.
“Sorry child, but whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait until the test is over,” Remus said firmly.
“It can’t wait sir,” Theodore said his face etched in worry.
“It’s going to have too,” Remus said in the same tone.
“What if you needed the loo during the test, could you go?” Theodore asked quickly, concerned for how Harry was faring out there.
“Of course you could go is that what you needed? Is that what can’t wait?” Remus said standing up quickly as he stared at the child.
“Yes sir,” Theodore said answering the last one only.
Harry for his part was beside himself; Theo had disappeared in the office and had yet to come out. He stifled a sob as he felt a spurt leak out again, before placing his arms on his desk and burying his head in them. He curled his legs up, crossing them as tight as he could, he could swear that he was constricting blood flow, but nothing seemed to help. Trying to suffocate himself as the pain in his bladder intensified, he sobbed quietly, wishing that Snape was here again.
“You can use my toilet then, usually I wouldn’t offer it to students, but in emergencies I do.” Remus said walking towards the out of the way door and opening it.
"I don’t have to go,” Theodore said anxiously.
“But you just said that you did.” Remus said in confusion.
“I meant that Harry has to go, really bad.” He said his eyes darting glancing towards the classroom, even though he couldn’t see anyone.
“Of course he does, thank you for telling me Theo,” Remus said ruffling his hair on his way passed him. “10 points to Slytherin now come finish your test.”
Theodore grinned, he didn’t do it for the points, but he welcomed them nonetheless. He blanked his face as his teacher led him back to his seat. He winced as he looked at Harry; it looked like the boy was trying to turn his legs into that of a pretzel. He breathed a sigh of relief as Professor Lupin walked over to him, and he turned back to his test. He knew that the man would help him.
“Harry cub, can you stand?” Remus asked softly, as he placed on hand on the boy’s shoulder. He could smell the salt water, not to mention hear the sniffles, so he knew he was crying.
Harry nodded once, unsure if he actually could. But he didn’t want to wet himself in class so he forced himself wipe his tears away and try. He stiffly stood up, his knees bent awkwardly; as he wished he could hold himself. He didn’t but he turned his tortured gaze to his teacher.
“Let’s go,” Remus said quietly, placing and arm around him as if Harry was sick; which worked in their favor as he was recovering from his 24-hour bug. He swiftly ushered him into his office and closed the door.
Once in the safety of the office, Harry quickly shoved his hand into his crotch as he looked up at the man in fear.
“Can I please use the toilet?” Harry asked his tone defeated expecting the man to say no.
“Of course you can, what I would like to know is why Theodore had to speak for you. Why didn’t you ask me before it got to urgent?” Remus asked.
“Because, you thought me and Ron were cheating. And I didn’t want to get a zero when I had already gotten into trouble.” Harry said quickly. Why in the hell was he getting a lecture before he peed? Snape always gave it to him after, Harry felt like he was going to explode.
“I didn’t think you had cheated Harry, well not yet anyways.” Remus replied. “Didn’t I tell you that I would never deny you that right?”
“I gotta go pee,” Harry whimpered as he jumped up and down in place.
“I’m sorry cub, the doors open.” Remus grimaced, he had forgotten before taking his thumb and gesturing behind him.
Harry staggered towards the washroom and made a beeline for the toilet. His shimmied off his robe with ease but with one hand permanently attached the front of his trousers; he could not for the life of him undo his button.
“I need help, I need help,” Harry moaned out softly as he felt his bladder spasm again. He gasped loudly as it tried to release itself without his permission.
Remus was already heading towards the loo when he first heard Harry calling for him. He quickened his pace when he heard the gasp, and he was in the doorway as he saw the front of Harry trousers darken.
“I need help,” Harry cried piteously out again.
“I know you do, relax cub that’s only going to make it worse.” Remus said taking out his wand and flicking it at Harry. The trousers slackened and started to fall down as the button came undone and he hurried towards the boy and pushed them down.
“Thank you,” Harry said as he lifted himself out of his boxers as soon as he was free from his trousers.
“You’re welcome cub,” Remus said throwing a cleaning charm at Harry’s clothes and walking out and heading back to the class, expecting Harry to do the same when he was done.
Harry sighed audibly in relief as he went, trying to push it out as quickly as he could. He didn’t want anyone to think anything weird. He shook his head; they didn’t even know why he was in the office anyway. He shrugged to himself before forcing the last of his wet out. Pulling up his now dry trousers he flushed and washed his hands before making his way out the man’s office. He kept his head down as he walked to his desk, still aware that his eyes were red. The last thing he needed was someone noticing he had been crying. Harry shook his head before focusing back on his test. Now that he no longer had to go, he was able to concentrate and he finished up about 30 minutes later.
Class was soon let out and Harry frowned as he saw the look on his friends face. He was sure that they wanted to know what happened with Professor Lupin, and why he had to go to the office. Problem was he didn’t want to talk about it, especially with Hermione, because the girl really couldn’t take a hint.
“Harry, what was that about? Are you ok?” Ron asked when they had walked a few paces away for everyone.
“I’m fine now Ron, I just needed the loo,” Harry said looking at his friend. He shook his head, as Ron quickly got it; interesting considering the redhead was slow on the intake.
“Then why didn’t you ask to be excused then?” Hermione asked in confusion.
“Because there was a test,” Harry said quietly.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Mione said softly.
“What are we doing tomorrow?” Ron butted in, trying to change the subject.
“Isn’t there a Quidditch match Sunday?” Hermione asked, looking at Ron curiously.
“Merlin there is, I had forgotten. Are you ready for it Harry?” Ron asked excitedly.
“Of course Ron,” Harry replied happily before they launched into Quidditch talk.
“Boys,” Hermione muttered before following them to the common room. |
Chapter 75
Harry was excited December was nearly here, he had a Quidditch game tomorrow and he was so happy to play. He loved flying, but he didn’t get to do it a lot, especially not that year with the dementors around.
He bit the bottom of his lip, as the paper from that morning speculated that Sirius Black was indeed coming for Hogwarts, and he didn’t know what that meant for him. Too be honest he was freaking out a bit, but he hid it more or less or tried too. The last thing he needed was his dad to fuss over him like he was a baby or something.
He trudged into the great Hall with his friends, directly after tossing their bags in the common room. He was so hungry his stomach was loudly sending him its displeasure, and he grinned embarrassedly as Ron’s shocked expression since it was usually Ron’s stomach that did the talking. Harry grinned as they walked over towards the table, the smell of dinner wafting through his nose making his mouth water.
As he took a seat on the bench, and started loading his plate, he was oblivious of something. Unaware that he was suppressing his urge to for the toilet in favor of only listening to his stomach. If he hadn’t been so hungry, he would have realized that he hadn’t used the loo since after lunch and he was due for a break. Harry bit into his chicken and moaned softly in delight as he ate. He squirmed on the bench a bit as he ate, ignorant of everything but his food.
As he started in on his mashed potatoes, taking a gulp of his pumpkin juice he suddenly stilled as his bladder jolted, bring him back down to earth. He glanced at the head table, and back at his full plate. He knew that the man’s dark gaze was on him. Because of his Dursely upbringing, Snape had been very strict about him eating at every meal. He wasn’t allowed to skip one like everyone else; he was told that if he did he would have detention the next day, no matter what. Harry had no intention of getting detention with Snape, so not when the outcome would be he missed his Quidditch game.
He fidgeted in his seat, trying to hurry up and eat. That fact that he was now aware of his need was distracting him just like when he took his test. He sighed softly, as he glanced at the head table again, trying but failing to catch the man’s eye. He whined softly to himself, looking at Ron once, but unsure how his mate could even help him. He’s moving around so that Percy who was doing his round of checking the table, and making sure everyone is eating noticed him.
“Harry, what’s the matter?” He asked quietly.
“I need the toilet,” Harry said with red tint on his face. He had gotten fairly comfortable around all the Weasleys this past summer.
“Oh, well you’re excused,” Percy said quickly.
“I can’t go,” Harry said dejectedly.
“I just said you could,” Percy said in confusion.
“I’m not allowed to get up until I have finished my dinner,” Harry said carefully, knowing the other boy would know who he was talking about.
“I’m sure he didn’t count on something like this happening Harry,” Percy said with a frown as he looked at the head table.
“I just don’t want to get into trouble,” Harry replied, one hand going underneath the table.
Percy shook his head before making a beeline for his brothers.
“Fred, George, can I have a word?” He said quietly.
George looked at his Fred in confusion before standing up and moving away so they could talk to their brother.
“What’s up?” Fred asked curiously.
“I need you to do me a favor,” Percy said quietly, his gaze flicking quickly to check on Harry and back to the twins.
“Depends on the favor,” George said easily.
“I need you to go to the head table, and tell Professor that Harry needs the loo, but he’s says he’s not allowed to get up.” Percy said with a shake of his head.
At Percy’s words, the twins automatically glanced in Harry’s direction and nodded to each other before making their way towards the staff table. It wasn’t a surprise to see them walk up there, so everyone paid more or less attention to them. Everyone knew them as pranksters who got along with just about anyone, even Snape. Speaking of which they headed straight for the potions master who looked to be deep in thought, as he stared at his food.
“Professor Snape,” Fred said quietly as they walked to where he was seated.
“To what do I owe the pleasure,” Severus drawled as he stared at the twins in question.
“Is Harry allowed to leave the table?” George asked softly before spelling a privacy charm around them.
“When he’s finished with his food he is,” Severus replied easily.
“What if he needs the loo, can he leave and then come back?” Fred asked quickly.
“Of course he can; what does this have to do with anything?” Severus asked eyes narrowed.
“Harry needs the toilet,” George said, jerking his head subtly in the direction of the lion table.
Severus turned his gaze towards his son and, his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he schooled his face as he turned back to the twins.
“Take him right now,” he said his tone urgent as he recognized that version of his gotta go dance, knowing his son was a few moment away from a full blown accident.
“Yes sir,” George said his own eyes widening as he heard the tone. Canceling the charm they quickly walked back over towards the lions table.
“Harry, let’s go,” Fred said poking him in the back.
“I told you I can’t go just yet,” Harry said quietly, though his eyes were shining a bit too much for their sake.
“Your Professor said you could. He said to take you right now, so let’s go.” George said firmly.
“Ok,” Harry replied jumping up from the bench. His hands were gripping the sides of his robes tight to keep from grabbing himself, and he was walking back and forth as he waited for one of the twins to move.
“Right let’s go,” George said placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder and leading him out the hall.
Harry walked stiffly out the hall, doubling over in agony with his hands in his crotch as soon as they were away from watching eyes. He slowly tried to walk towards the toilet that was just down the hall from them.
George was watching him for a moment before gently picking him up, despite the boy’s protests and quickly running towards the loo, where he pushed opened the door. He headed towards a stall and set Harry down whom instantly ran in, leaving the door open. George shook his head before holding the door close with his hand as he waited for the boy to finish.
Harry unzipped his robe with ease, thanking Merlin that he had on the easiest pair of trousers in life. They were a snap button, and it quickly came away. He tried to set himself in position but before he could fully get himself out he was dribbling on the front of himself. He took himself out of his boxers and aimed it at the toilet bowl, sighing audibly in relief as he went.
George sighed in relief as well; these close calls were killing him. Between Ginny and Harry he didn’t know who had it the worse. He shook his head waiting for Harry to finish so they could go back and finish dinner. |
I procrastinated with this chapter..I dont like writing about Quidditch lol...I tried my best, but oh well. I so cannot wait until the massive Christmas chapters. Alot can happen in 3 weeks..and its going to be Harry/Sev bonding all around. I'm super excited about that...Holiday for them will be starting chapter 78...since the next one is already written..enjoy guys.
Chapter 76
Harry woke up the next morning with excited butterflies in his stomach. It was his first game where he would have Snape as his dad and he was glad they weren’t playing Slytherin. He really wanted to make him dad proud and he hoped this would be the way to do it. Especially since he was good at flying and catching the snitch; he knew it wouldn’t be that hard. They were playing Huffelpuff and he hurriedly got dressed, waking Ron up in the process. After they had gotten dressed they went down to the common room and collected Hermione before heading to the Great hall.
The Hall was buzzing with excitement in anticipation of that day’s game and Harry grinned happily. As he sat down to eat he was more nervous and he found himself forgoing his normal breakfast of pancakes and drunk mostly his milk. He chanced a look at the Head table to see his head of house smiling but Snape was scowling. Harry shrugged, that wasn’t unusual in itself, so he didn’t worry about it. He absently drank his milk before switching over to pumpkin Juice. Sooner rather than later, the twins came to get him and they headed to the locker room.
“Are you excited Harry?” Fred asked as they walked into the locker room.
“Definitely,” he replied with a grin, trying to ignore the nervousness the closer it got to the game. Would Snape be cheering for him on the inside since he couldn’t show that he liked him? What if he messed up or something?
“You’ll do fine, and Snape will be proud whether or not we win,” George said quietly after staring at him for a moment.
Harry beamed at them before getting dressed for the game. As he listened to Katie’s pep talk he grabbed his broom ready for anything. He took a breath before mounting it as they exited the locker room and took to the sky. Harry hovered in the air, as Madame Hooch released the snitch.
“I want a nice clean game,” she said looking from both teams. But she had nothing to worry about; the lions and badgers weren’t a hostile group when they were together, unlike the lions and the snakes.
Harry took off as the game suddenly begin, dodging bludgers as he searched for the elusive golden ball. He was unsure of how much time had actually passed when he started to feel the familiar pressure in his stomach. Looking towards the scoreboard he saw that Gryffindor was ahead of Huffelpuff buy 70 points. He grinned, now all he had to do was find the snitch and the game would be over.
About 25 minutes when by and he still couldn’t find it, and he was shifting on his broom. It was uncomfortable, knowing that he could do nothing about it. He whined to himself as he slowly scanned the field looking for the snitch. The broom had added pressure on his stomach and all he wanted was the game to be over. Ducking out of the way of bludgers he dove up down and spotted something gold out the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, he shot after the snitch. He was focusing on nothing but catching that tiny ball.
His legs were crossed tight under his broom, reminding that if he didn’t want to disgrace himself in front of everyone he had better hurry up and catch it. As the ball lurched down, he followed in a risky Wronski Feint right after it. He reached out with his hand to grab it, but he couldn’t it was just out of reach. Groaning in frustration he hurried after it, his movements frantic now. He sighed loudly in relief as he hand closed tightly around the ball.
“Harry Potter had caught the snitch! Gryffindor Wins,” Lee Jordan yelled excitedly.
Harry smiled; unaware that it came out as sort of a grimace. He hurried down to the ground, holding the snitch up proudly. Harry handed the ball off to the Hooch and dropped his broom. He danced around as his teammates congratulated each other his hands balling into fists.
“I’ll meet you guys in the common room,” he finally said stiffly as his bladder contracted.
“Harry wait…”
“Don’t you want…”
“To celebrate…”
“With us?” Fred finished.
“I will in the common room,” he repeated before taking off towards the locker room.
He couldn’t grab himself, and though he wanted to see Snape’s face he couldn’t afford to at the moment. As he neared the door, he sighed in relief only to squeak out in shock and fear as he felt himself grabbed from behind.
“Harry relax mate, it’s just us,” George said happily before they lifted him on their shoulders.
“Put me down, I need to get down now,” Harry yelled loudly as he squirmed. He was so close to the toilet and yet he couldn’t go because the twins had him in their grasps.
“What’ the rush Harry? Snape will still be there,” Fred asked curiously.
“I gotta get down, please,” Harry whimpered all this jostling wasn’t feeling very good. He closed his eyes, willing himself to hold on longer.
“What’s the matter Harry? You can’t honestly think we’ll drop you?” George asked, looking appalled at the whole idea.
“I know you won’t please, I need to get down,” He repeated, tears filling his eyes now as he felt his boxers get warm and wet.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Fred asked looking at him in concern.
“I have to get down,” he wailed before his body trembled as his bladder forcibly released itself.
“Harry why are shivering…” George trailed off as he felt something warm roll down his neck and then the back of his shirt.
He sighed softly, everything starting to make sense now. The way Harry was dancing when he landed, how he quickly ran away, and why he was heading towards the locker room. They gently set him down, George sighed softly, knowing Fred had figured it out as well.
Harry stood there sobbing as he wet himself, his pee spreading out in a puddle around him. He looked at the twins angrily, this was all their fault.
“I hate you,” he whimpered out before looking down at his wet state.
“We are so…”
“Sorry mate, we didn’t…”
“Realize that you needed…
“The loo, though we should have.” George said guiltily.
Harry sniffled, his good mood vanishing. He didn’t care about the party in the common room, or anything else. He just wanted to go lay in his bed, his real bed the one in his father’s quarters.
George pulled out his wand, flicking it at Harry, cleaning him up, before doing the same to him and his brother.
“Fred, you thinking what I’m thinking?” He said quietly.
“Yea, let’s go,” Fred replied, picking up Harry who immediately stiffened in his arms.
Harry didn’t say anything as he was picked up, he hoped they wouldn’t run into anyone. He didn’t want to explain why he was crying, or why he couldn’t stop the tears. He buried his head into Fred’s shoulder and sobbed quietly.
George sighed tiredly; they really hadn’t meant to make Harry have an accident. They were just super excited about the game. He led the way into the dungeons, glad they hadn’t run into anyone. Knocking on Snape’s office door, they had a sense of déjà vu as they were let in. He didn’t say anything until his Professor had spelled the door.
“What happened to Harry? Was he attacked again?” Severus asked, eyes narrowing in concern as he reached for his child.
“We um…we accidently made him have an accident,” Fred replied softly as he handed the boy over.
“When was this?” Severus questioned pulling a calming draught from his pocket.
“Just now, like right after the game. We just thought he was trying to get away from the party. We didn’t know he needed the loo,” George said, shaking his head in regret.
“I see, we’ll I’ll take it from here,” Severus said gently.
“Again, we are really sorry Harry,” Fred said before making their way out.
Harry didn’t look up until they left, his grip on his father never wavering.
“Harry, it’s alright it was an accident,” Severus said gently.
“I peed on them,” Harry whimpered out.
“What do you mean?” Severus asked softly.
“They had me on their shoulders and I peed on them,” Harry repeated softly.
“It was an accident and their fault Harry. No you don’t get to feel bad about this,” Severus said sternly.
“But I was the one who peed,” Harry weakly protested.
“Yes, but you were heading to the toilet, you were just intercepted.”Severus replied.
Harry sighed softly but he didn’t answer, he was still feeling ashamed.
“I was proud of you today Harry,” Severus said softly.
“You were?” Harry asked in shock.
“I was, you did very well.” He replied.
“Thank you,” Harry beamed happily.
“You’re welcome,” Severus replied. “Where do you want to spend Christmas Harry?” He asked.
“Could we go back to the Manor?” He asked shyly.
“If you’d like,” Severus said easily.
“I want to have a real Christmas,” Harry said softly.
“Then a real Christmas you shall have,” Severus said gently.
Harry grinned happily; he couldn’t wait until he told his friends. This really was turning out to be the best year ever, now he just needed to know what Snape wanted for Christmas. |
Hi bet this a surprise, but I felt like it...kinda bored at the moment, so I figured why not. Enjoy and all that, Christmas begins..Next Chapter..and yes..Sirius is making an appearance next chapter its gonna be fun.
Chapter 77
Harry frowned as his bladder once again sent urgent signals to his brain but there was nothing he could do for it. Last night Sirius Black had tried to get into Gryffindor tower and everyone was freaked out; his dad the most. Even though he tried not to let Harry know that he saw through his mask. He groaned silently as he looked to his head of house. If you needed the toilet, you had to be escorted by a teacher, and there was no way he was asking.
He mused it was very similar to last year when the Chamber of Secrets were open. He had double potions after lunch today and he hoped that he could hold it until then. He knew his dad would let him use his office toilet. At the moment lunch was after Transfiguration and usually he would make a stop with Ron but unless he wanted the whole class to wait on him he was screwed. He tried to keep his fidgeting to a minimum and he did but the downside was his stomach felt like it might explode.
As it neared the end of class Harry's lower stomach was hard and exceptionally full. He walked to the great hall with his class and he found himself seeking out the toilets but he couldn’t go. Sitting down next to Ron who was loading his plate, Harry didn’t feel as hungry. How could he eat if he had this kind of pressure coming from his stomach? He more or less played with his food, ignoring the gaze behind him and his friend inquires as to what was wrong.
"I’m not very hungry is all," he murmured finally.
"Are you feeling sick again?" Ron asked.
"No, I’m ok just not hungry like I said," he repeated.
"Well if I were you I would try to eat something. Snape is scowling more than usual," Hermione said casually, knowing Harry would catch on.
Harry grimaced before turning to some soup and pouring some in his bowl. The liquid was good, and he found himself finishing it quickly. He grabbed some bread turning to glance at Snape to see a subtle nod. Harry turned back to his friends happily. He had forgotten about his bladder until lunch was over and he stood up. He grimaced at the unbelievable pressure in his tummy but didn’t say anything.
Harry kept his gaze down as they walked with the snakes down the dungeons. As the neared the classroom and passed the toilets Harry wished that someone else had to use it as well, but no one did. He didn’t speak up, and soon enough they had arrived at the classroom. Harry walked in with his classmates, feeling wretched as he took a seat. He was unaware that his face was the picture of misery and more than a few people had noticed.
"Harry, what’s the matter?" Ron whispered, not oblivious that Snape was also paying close attention as well.
"Nothing," he lied, his stomach was hurting. Was it possible for your bladder to explode?
"If that’s true, then why do you look like someone hurt you?" He pointed out.
"I don’t," Harry weakly replied.
"Yes you do. Do I need to get Snape?" He hissed.
"No, don’t do that Ron," Harry said quickly.
"Then spill, “he said firmly.
"I didn’t get a chance to use the toilet yet," Harry whimpered out.
"When’s the last time you’ve gone?" Ron asked with dread in his stomach.
"This morning when I woke up like you," Harry replied painfully.
"No I went during Herbology." Ron said sheepishly.
"What do you mean? Why didn’t you tell me?" Harry asked a bit hurt.
"Because it was spur of the moment. Professor sprout sent me and Neville to her office. You remember? And we both took advantage." Ron replied softly.
Harry turned his gaze away from his friend, blinking back tears. He wasn’t sure from what they were from. He bent to get his quill and hissed in pain from his stomach.
“Harry it wasn’t like that, you weren’t done with your assignment,” Ron tried to explain.
“Leave me alone,” Harry replied resignedly.
Ron looked at his friend, he didn’t know Harry had been suffering, but he should have. He sighed loudly trying to figure this out, when he felt Snape behind
them.
"My office Potter," Severus said sternly. He had figured that Harry wouldn’t speak up, especially if the whole class had to wait on him. He knew that Harry would rather hold then have someone find out, Damn Durselys. Severus was angry at the whole situation. If Black thought he was getting Harry he had another thing coming.
Harry slowly walked to his dad's office gingerly taking a seat. A minute later the man himself walked in and stared at him.
"Harry go use the toilet," he said wearily.
He didn’t bother asking how the man knew, before hobbling into the loo. He unbuckled himself quickly and positioned himself, feeling his stomach fuller then he ever felt. As he lifted himself out he heard his father go back into the classroom. That was fine with Harry, as he sighed in relief at the thought of being able to let go he suddenly looked up in confusion. He really had to go, but nothing was coming out.
"What’s going on?" He said in confusion and fear as he tried to push his pee out.
Why couldn’t he pee? He groaned, taking a few more minutes trying to relax but he couldn’t. He could have cried as he walked back into the classroom. He took a seat, sniffling to himself. He had a chance to go and he couldn’t. He looked down at his book, as his Professor talked.
"Harry do you feel better?" Ron murmured carefully, wondering if Harry was still feeling hurt.
"Yes," Harry lied, his voice wavering as he spoke. He didn’t want to talk to Ron; he was just tired of everything.
Ron looked up at his friend and frowned.
"Liar, why didn’t you pee?" He said angrily.
“It’s none of your business,” Harry retorted.
“You’re my best friend, that makes it my business,” Ron replied with narrowed eyes.
“That doesn’t mean anything, stop talking to me,” Harry hissed out.
“Tell me, or I’m getting Snape,” Ron threatened.
Harry glared at him for a moment, before ducking his head. He stomach was so full; it was actually hurting more now. He felt like he might explode, though he couldn’t. Why couldn’t he go?
"I couldn’t, it wouldn’t come out. It really hurts too," Harry admitted tearfully.
"Oh my Merlin, you’ve held it for too long." Ron said knowingly.
"What do I do? I have to pee," Harry whimpered.
"It helps Ginny when Bill or Mum massages her stomach," Ron replied.
"But no one can help me," Harry pointed out with a groan, as he wiggled around in his seat.
Harry hadn’t even been able to button his trousers back up; his stomach had made that impossible.
Ron didn’t answer that though he stood up and walked to his teacher’s desk.
"Mr. Weasely," Severus drawled with narrowed eyes.
"I need to talk to you, outside." Ron said swallowing fearfully as those dark eyes gazed back at him.
"About what? Trying to flake out on your assignment," he taunted.
Ron flinched but shook his head. "I need to talk to you," he said again.
"I fail to see where that’s my problem," Severus said though inwardly he was thoroughly curious.
"It’s an emergency," he pleaded.
"Weasely’s gotta pee!" Someone yelled out, before the class laughed.
Ron blushed but his gaze didn’t leave Snape’s.
“Is that true?" Severus asked softly.
I just really need to talk to you sir," he replied tiredly, he said bouncing slightly. He hoped the man would take the hint and think he did.
Severus nodded before walking out the classroom, expecting the boy to follow suit. Outside the classroom he spelled a privacy charm and looked at the redheaded boy.
“Ronald do you need the loo?” Severus asked immediately.
"No it’s Harry that’s dying to go," he said quickly.
"That’s not possible; he was using the loo when I left." He replied.
"He tried. But he held it too long and he says it hurts but he can’t pee," Ron said stressfully.
"He’s going to hurt himself," Severus said in shock.
"Not on purpose, he said he tried to force it out but it didn’t wanna come. He’s gonna cry, I think it’s really painful now," Ron said softly.
"Thank you Ronald I will take care of it. 10 points to Gryffindor go take your seat."
Severus said canceling the spell and walking back to the classroom.
Harry swiped at his eyes angrily. Wishing he could go pee. His stomach was taut and super full.
"Mr. Potter, my office now," he said sternly.
Harry winced at the tone but hurried to comply. He stood rather then sat once he arrived sniffling as he held himself with two hands. Snape came in a few seconds later.
"Let’s go to the toilet," Severus said before walking to it.
"I can’t go," Harry cried softly.
"I will help you go," he promised.
"How will you do that?" Harry asked curiously.
"I'll show you, unbuckle your trousers," Severus instructed.
Harry did just the pulling them down and staring at his father sadly.
Severus sighed before pulling the boxers down as well and setting Harry on the toilet.
"No dad I’m a boy," Harry said trying to get off the toilet.
"Trust me Harry I am aware," he said dryly.
"Why do I have to sit then?" He asked in confusion.
"The relief is going to weaken you," he murmured before gently massaging Harry's stomach. He leaned over and turned on the faucets.
Harry trembled on the toilet closing his eyes as his bladder contracted painfully.
“Oww, oww, daddy owwie,” Harry whimpered squirming as he tried to unconsciously hold it all in.
"Don’t fight it," Severus muttered
"It hurts though," Harry cried out, trying to pull his dad’s hand away.
“I know it does, just relax for me ok child,” Severus said speaking calmly, as he continued his motions.
“Oh…dad…I…,” Harry tried to speak before shuddering once more as his pee poured out of him forcibly.
Severus continued his massage, not wanting Harry to accidently clench up.
"Ahhh," Harry sighed out as he peed.
"Never are you to hold it this long again." Severus said sternly.
"I would’ve gone but everyone was gonna know," Harry weakly protested.
"Why didn’t you go when Longbottom went?" He asked quietly.
"Because I was still working on my plant and she told him to get a certain book. I didn’t know they were going to use the loo," Harry sniffled.
"Alright I’ll take that. You should have gotten me at lunch or Minerva," Severus replied.
"I’m sorry dad," Harry said softly as his stream still going strong.
"Don’t let it happen again," Severus said enunciating every word.
“I had to go a lot,” Harry said in awe as he listened to it hitting the water.
“Yes, I daresay you would have nearly flooded the classroom had you wet yourself,” Severus replied wryly.
“I don’t want to have an accident,” Harry said shaking his head.
“I know that silly child, I was just stating a fact,” Severus replied. “Are you almost done Harry?”
“Yes, I think,” he said closing his eyes to hold in the rest. He didn’t want his dad to get annoyed that he was taking too long.
“Stop that Harry, not at all what I meant,” Severus said feeling the clenching of his muscles under his hands.
“Sorry,” Harry said sheepishly as he released the last of his wet.
“Good boy,” Severus remarked before standing up as Harry finished.
Harry stood up and pulled his clothes up before flushing. He felt so much better.
"Wash your hands and come back to class," Severus said before walking out the loo.
Harry nodded before shaking his head. "Wait," he called.
"What do you need Harry?" Severus asked leaning on the door.
"Can you…clean my face?" Harry asked, his eyes were red, obvious that he was crying.
"No, sorry Harry We need it as proof. You’re going to walk out of here like a sullen child," Severus instructed.
"But dad I don’t want them to laugh at me," Harry said quietly, his eyes filling up again out of hurt and the humiliation his dad obviously wanted him to have.
"They won’t, they all know how I can be," he promised before turning around and walking out his office.
“Dad,” Harry cried out, before quieting. He tried to wash his face with cold water, but it was no use, Resigned to his fate, Harry walked out of the man’s office with his head low, as he made his way to his desk.
“Took you long enough Potter, do I need to remind you of how to tell time in detention?” Severus said snidely.
Harry’s head snapped up, as he looked at his father sadly. His expression was sad but he shook his head slowly.
“No sir,” he replied softly before taking his seat.
Draco looked at his Head of house in confusion, why was Potter crying? What had the man done to him? Could no one else see the Lion’s red face? He looked at the other boy uneasily before shaking his head; he still had to give that letter to Potter. He frowned, before turning back to his potion.
Harry didn’t say anything to anyone as class ended, it wasn’t like he could run out like usual. He had to stay with the whole group, while Snape escorted them to the great hall, or something. It sucked all around. He couldn’t wait until next week, it was winter Holiday and he was ready for it. At the moment, he was tired of pretending, he hated that he had to pretend to hate Snape and vice versa.
As Snape walked out first, Harry frowned deciding to be in the back this time. He didn’t want to see his dad, though no one was making fun of him he didn’t like the glances he was getting. He sighed before pulling from his friends, and straying towards the back. He was thinking about everything when he realized that Malfoy had lingered back as well. He fingered his wand as his heart picked up, but he glanced up to see Theo not too far from him and he relaxed a bit before turning towards the blonde boy.
“Can I help you Malfoy?” He asked quietly.
Draco was uncomfortable, one about being this close to the boy and the other he was completely out of his element. Malfoys didn’t apologize, yet he had done it to the Weasleys and was about to do it to Potter. What was the world coming too?
“I wanted to give you this,” Draco said with a sigh before holding out the envelope.
“What is it?” Harry asked warily.
“A letter,” Draco replied, resisting the urge to be sarcastic.
“From who?” Harry asked in confusion.
“Me,” Draco answered.
“Why?” Harry asked carefully.
“I owe you an apology,” Draco said formally.
Harry colored as he remembered the incident before seeing red. He got in trouble for retaliating for that, and Malfoy got nothing. Harry sighed; it was the story of his life. He didn’t say anything but he did take the letter. Shoving it into his pocket, he shook his head and hurried up towards his friends. |
Hey guys, you guys rock...reviews always make me want to update faster..Give me a moment, I will reply to each one..im just kinda tired at the moment. Anyways here is the begining of the Christmas Chapters..This one is super long...but as someone said up above, not to apologize for it so I wont. Enjoy though :)
Chapter 78
Harry was excited, it was finally Christmas Holidays and he and Snape were going to head back to the Manor as soon as everyone had left. He had wished his friends goodbye, they were taking the train back but he wasn’t. He was waiting near the castles door watching his friends take the carriages to Hogsmead. Harry smiled as they left and was in the process of turning around and going back into the castle when he saw it. It was a big, black dog and it was just staring at him.
Having no experience with dogs, not unless you count that menace Ripper, Harry was a bit wary. Still he found his Gryffindor courage and walked towards it slowly. As he walked towards it, he was hoping this didn’t turn out to be a bad idea as he didn’t want to get bit. His dad would not be happy about this that’s for sure. Harry stood still as the dog walked over to him and sniffed him. He relaxed when he saw the dogs tail wagging and Harry sat down next to him and petted him.
“Sorry I don’t have any food,” Harry whispered softly as he ran his fingers through the dogs fur.
Harry noted it was really thin; probably a stray and he had an impulse to keep him.
“Do you want to come live with me? I’m sure my dad won’t mind maybe,” Harry said excitedly.
Harry looked at the dog as he whined, but he didn’t know why. Harry stood up about 15 minutes later not wanting to get left or something and prodded the dog up as well.
“Come on, let’s go see if my dad will let you stay with me,” Harry said walking towards the castle.
Harry wished he had a leash or something as the dog didn’t seem to want to come to castle with him. Harry frowned as he looked at it before looking sadly at the ground.
“That’s ok; you don’t want to come with me. I get it,” Harry said sadly before turning and walking towards the castle alone. He didn’t bother to turn around to look for it, as he walked through the big doors he felt something bump into his legs. He turned around to look at the dog in shock.
“What are you doing? You don’t have to come with me,” Harry said pitifully.
The dog just stared back at him but didn’t say anything so Harry shrugged before walking into the castle. He could hear the animal behind him but he didn’t care at the moment, as he headed to the dungeons. The dog was pretty silent and he soon reached their quarters, where he let himself in. He didn’t bother to take off his coat, knowing that they would be leaving in a few moments anyway.
“Dad are you in here?” Harry called out, looking back at the dog curiously.
“I’m in my lab Harry, I’ll be just a moment,” Severus replied.
Harry turned towards the dog in horror as it started growling when it heard Snape’s voice and Harry quickly reassured him.
“Quiet, that’s my dad, if you bark at him he probably won’t let me keep you.” Harry said frantically.
Thankfully the dog quieted and Harry took a seat on the chair the dog at his feet. As his father came out of his lab he quickly made his way over to him.
“Dad, can I talk to you?” Harry asked quietly.
“Of course Harry, is something the matter?” Severus asked concern in his voice.
“No, but I found something. And dad he was so skinny, and he remind me of how I looked at the Durselys, and can I keep him?” Harry said quickly.
It took Severus a moment to decipher exactly what Harry said and he got a sense of dread in his stomach.
“Keep what?” He asked carefully.
“I found a dog,” Harry said proudly, before patting his thigh and said dog walking towards him.
Severus kept his face neutral as he stared at the dog, who looked pretty menacing from where he was standing. He was all set to say no when he got a look at Harry’s face and sighed.
“Enough with the puppy dog eyes Harry,” he said warily. He was a sucker to Lily’s eyes no matter whether her son had them or she did.
“Can I keep him? Please daddy, I’ll take care of him and everything,” Harry promised.
“You may care for him for the remainder of the holidays, but he’s far too obedient to be a stray. I think he may belong to someone, after Christmas break we will see and then we will go from there,” Severus explained.
“Ok, thanks so much dad,” Harry said happily. “Are we flooing now?”
“We are, go get your things so I can shrink them,” Severus said.
Harry nodded running to his room and grabbing his duffel bag, he didn’t need to bring his trunk, and there wasn’t a point.
“Dad; can you take me Christmas shopping this week? I have to get presents for everyone,” Harry asked excitedly.
“Of course child, “Severus said allowing a small smile to grace his face.
“Could we also…maybe get a tree?” Harry rushed out.
“It wouldn’t be a proper Christmas without a tree now would it?” Severus said with a nod.
“My first Christmas with my dad, I’m so excited,” Harry beamed.
Severus grinned before picking accioing the floo powder.
“Did you want to try to floo by yourself now Harry?” Severus asked casually.
“No,” Harry said quickly.
“But I need to floo with the dog,” Severus explained carefully.
“I can come with you both,” Harry said his eyes worried.
“It’ll be a tight fit,” Severus replied, trying to push Harry to floo alone.
“Then come back for me.” Harry pleaded his eyes filled with fear.
Severus sighed before nodding his head in defeat. “Come on boy,” he said gesturing to the dog.
Harry frowned, knowing his dad was probably disappointed in him. He bent his head down, his lower lip trembling. He was a coward; he didn’t deserve to be a Gryffindor. He couldn’t even floo alone, he was so weak.
Severus looked at the dog, which looked like he dragged himself to him before conjuring up a collar and putting it on him. He looked up to Harry to find his son on the verge of tears.
“Hold on Harry, what’s the matter child?” Severus asked in a concerned tone.
“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll floo alone,” Harry said blinking the tears back.
“It’s alright child, I shouldn’t have pushed you,” Severus replied with a shake of his head.
“But I’m a Gryffindor, I’m supposed to be brave,” Harry replied tearfully.
“We will talk about the definition of bravery when I return. I want you to go pee before I get back,” Severus said firmly as he grabbed the dog and climbed into the fireplace.
Harry didn’t say anything as his father disappeared into the fireplace. He angrily wiped the tears from his eyes. He didn’t see the reason to use the toilet, not because he didn’t feel like going but because they were only going to the Manor.
Not much could happen in like 5 seconds could it. Harry waited patiently for about 5 minutes until his dad came back. He didn’t say a thing; he just grabbed the man and silently held onto him as they disappeared in the flames. He opened his eyes and was just about to head upstairs, when his father called him back.
“Not so fast Harry,” Severus said casually.
“Is it time for our talk?” Harry asked quietly.
“I’m holding that off until tonight, for the time being I would have thought would want to pick out our Christmas tree today.” Severus explained.
“Omigosh, really dad?” Harry said excitedly.
“Yes really,” Severus said before ushering him out the floo room and towards the front door.
“We’re going into the muggle world to get a tree, it’s by far the best experience,” he said simply.
“That sounds great dad, can…can I bring the dog?” Harry asked softly.
“If you must,” Severus said quietly. Truthfully he didn’t want the mutt around, when he had flooed in without Harry, the dog had growled so severely at him Severus was afraid he would attack him.
“Come here boy,” Harry called, laughing as the dog nearly knocked him over.
“You can’t keep calling him boy, name him if you will. That however doesn’t change a thing on where he stands,” Severus warned as he got into the car.
“Dad how far is tree place we’re going?” Harry asked as he put the dog in backseat, climbing in next to him.
“About 2 hours away or so,” Severus replied as he started up the car. He didn’t think to ask if Harry needed the toilet because he had assumed the boy had listened to him back at Hogwarts.
“Wait, I need to go get something,” Harry said quickly. He wanted to get his game boy, but most importantly he wanted to use the loo. He hadn’t gone when his dad told him and he didn’t want to get his father angry.
“You’re talking about your game right?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied.
“I got your game bag,” he replied passing it back as he pulled out of the driveway.
“Thanks dad,” Harry replied before pulling out said item. He leaned on the dog, allowing the warmth to sooth him as he started his game up. Losing himself in the game, he barely noticed the time going by and soon enough they were there.
“Come on Paddy,” Harry said as Snape parked the car and Harry got out. Harry looked at the dog curiously as he sat on the seat looking at Harry. He mused silently that if dogs could look shocked, Paddy would have.
Severus handed Harry a leash he had conjured up, and Harry nodded his thanks before attaching it to the dog’s collar. Harry laughed as Paddy licked his face and turned and reached for his dad’s hand.
“Do we have ornaments at home?” Harry asked softly.
“A lot, you will be surprised by how many decorative items we have, and that’s not even including the magical ones,” Severus said leading Harry towards the tree lot.
Harry gasped audibly as he looked at the many trees, he couldn’t wait to decorate it. This was barely the first day of break and already they were getting a tree. He had no idea what Snape had planned but that didn’t matter, he trusted the man whole heartedly.
Severus prodded Harry forward trusting the dog to protect him; he wasn’t blind to see how the dog watched the boy. At times, Severus was sure that the dog was trying to refrain itself from attacking him. He couldn’t figure it out, but since the animal had yet to do anything ill towards them he would let it go. It was already overprotective of Harry, and he found himself hoping that it didn’t belong to anyone.
“Dad how about that one?” Harry asked, pointing to a small scrawny tree.
“Do you really want that tree Harry?” Severus asked plainly. “I can afford the best for you; do not simply pick something because you believe it is too much.”
Harry embarrassedly shook his head; he still had times where he could barely believe this was real. Sometimes he found himself pinching his arm just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Use your words,” Severus said patiently.
“No dad I don’t want it,” Harry said softly.
“Then go find a one that you do,” Severus said kindly.
Harry grinned before tightening his grip on Paddy’s leash and hurried ahead of Snape so he could properly pick out a tree. He spent about 30 minutes picking out one and by then he was subtly shifting from foot to foot. Ignoring the warning voice in the back of his mind he looked around for Snape.
“Dad I found a tree,” he called loudly, looking around.
“I’m here Harry,” Severus said looking across from him as he gestured to one of the workers that they were ready.
“Dad is it to big? Do you think it will fit in the Manor?” Harry asked excitedly.
“Of course it will fit you silly child,” Severus said easily.
“Good,” Harry replied happily as he watched the man setting the tree up.
“Come on along Harry, so I can pay for it and you can have a treat,” Severus said reaching for his hand.
Harry grabbed his father’s hand as they headed to the front of the tree lot. He grinned as his dad handed him a cup of sweet hot chocolate, and he nearly moaned in pleasure. It was yummy and it warmed him right up; which was good as the snow had nearly frozen his nose. Harry took a seat on the bench as he waited for his dad, sipping his hot drink in delight. He couldn’t ignore that he needed the loo anymore, especially as he was adding more liquid to his bladder.
Harry leaned against his father as the man took a seat, not wanting to ruin the moment. They watched as the men loaded the tree on the top of the car and secured it before informing Snape that it was ready.
“Finish your cup of cocoa and we’ll go,” Severus said, it was getting dark and he wanted to be home before it got too late.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied trying to drink quickly, which he nearly got a scalded tongue for his troubles.
“I didn’t mean rush,” Severus gently admonished before spotting to go cups near the stand. Grabbing one and putting Harry cocoa in it, he gave it back to his child.
“Thanks dad, this is brill,” Harry replied as he looked over the cup.
“I know, let’s go child,” he said as the snow lightly started to fall again.
Harry nodded before getting back into the car. He buckled up and absently drank his cocoa as he looked out the window.
“Harry, why did you name the dog Paddy?” Severus asked curiously.
“Well I was going to name him Padfoot, but my doggy is already called that. So Paddy works,” Harry said simply. He looked curiously at the dog who had gone silent at his explanation. Harry looked at him warily unsure of why he was so quiet now.
Severus shrugged as he got back on the roadway, well he didn’t have to answer to that silly name so it didn’t bother him much.
“We need to stop at a store to get him some food,” Severus said.
“Can we do it tomorrow?” Harry asked quietly.
“We can, but any reason why?” Severus asked curiously.
“No,” Harry said weakly, his left leg bouncing as he placed his empty cup in the cup holder.
“Is the something the matter child? Are you feeling ill?” Severus asked worriedly.
“I drank too much cocoa,” Harry said softly.
“You feel sick then,” Severus said misunderstanding as he handed Harry a paper bag, along with a vial of stomach soother.
Harry swallowed the contents of the vial but he set the bag on the floor, as he tried to discreetly hold himself. He whimpered softly, attracting the attention of Paddy who nudged his leg softly. Harry looked up, wondering if Snape would be mad, but he knew already wetting in the car, on their first day was a way to get grounded. He really didn’t want that, especially as they had a tree to decorate.
Harry wiggled around in his seat constantly as the urge to pee got stronger. It got to the point where he couldn’t even keep still and more than once he could feel his father's eyes on him.
"What’s the problem Harry?" Severus finally asked.
Harry didn’t want to admit that he had foolishly disobeyed his father by ignoring his request for his own good. He didn’t want to have an accident either that was a sure fire way to be grounded. He had to speak up.
“Umm…,” Harry trailed off trying to think on his feet.
“What is it Harry?” Severus asked glancing in the front mirror to look at his son’s worried face.
“I…I think Paddy’s gotta go pee,” Harry said anxiously, his hand tightening in Paddy’s fur by accident.
“What makes you say that?” Severus asked, inwardly groaning. He was already looking for a place to pull over as soon as he could.
“He was moving around a lot, and he keeping looking at the door as if he wants to get out,” Harry said half lying.
"I see," Severus said with a sigh.
"Are you gonna stop dad?" Harry asked quickly.
"As soon as I can," Severus replied honestly.
Harry ignored the gaze in Paddy's eyes. He could see in those eyes that there was disapproval at his lie. Having been raised with muggles, Harry didn’t think this was unusual. He didn’t know enough about animagus to know that his dog was one. His father wasn’t paying that much attention so they were both unawares.
"Dad, are you going to stop?" Harry asked again unable to stop himself. His desperation was driving him crazy.
"I am, though I am curious about something. You said Paddy was in need of relief, but how come you failed to mention that you needed to relieve yourself as well?" Severus asked casually as if he was discussing the time.
Harry stared at his father in horror before looking down at his lap and shrugging. He thought about denying but that would be pointless not to mention a waste of time. It was only his dad and he wasn’t embarrassed.
"I thought you’d be mad," he finally admitted.
"Now; why in the world would you think that Harry?" Severus asked curiously. “You just consumed a large amount of cocoa, and the last time you used the loo was hours ago." He said easily.
Harry nodded before wincing. "Where are you going to stop dad?" He asked.
"At this upcoming rest stop, is that gonna be ok Harry?" Severus asked, trying to judge on how bad his son had to go.
"I think so," Harry whimpered as he moved around.
Harry sighed before burying his face in the dog’s fur again. He had his legs crossed tight when his bladder started to contract.
"Daddy," he moaned loudly.
"I know Harry, give me a few minutes," Severus said speeding up a bit.
"Oh I need the loo, I need the loo!" Harry yelled out desperately.
"Just hold on about 10 minutes more," he said gently.
"I can’t, I gotta go now!" He said sniffling.
"Harry I don’t understand why you have to go so bad so soon," Severus mused, starting to get more and more concern.
"
I forgot to go when we left Hogwarts. You didn’t give me a chance to go at the manor," Harry explained.
"Because I thought you took my advice and gone at school." Severus said frowning.
"I know I’m sorry, I didn’t know we were getting a tree right away." Harry whispered.
"That’s quite alright," Severus said as the rest stop came into view.
Harry groaned as he held himself between his legs, the dog's eyes turned to one of concern. As the car parked Harry had just unbuckled himself when his door opened and his father was soon lifting him out.
"Come on Paddy," Harry whimpered out, the dog obediently following them.
Severus didn’t comment on it, locking the door and hurrying towards the single restroom. He was in the process of shooing the dog towards the trees when Harry tightened his hold on him.
"What is it?" Severus asked.
"What if he leaves? What if he thinks we'll leave without him?" Harry said his right hand unconsciously squeezing himself constantly as he asked.
"He won’t, come on before you pee on yourself," Severus said firmly as he opened the door.
Harry wiggled down watching Paddy run for the trees before his dad shut the door. He bent at the waist before walking the quick distance to the toilet. Crossing his legs he tried to unbuckle his jeans, getting freaked out the more he struggled.
Severus was watching from the door, waiting for Harry to ask for help if at all.
"Daddy help; I can’t do it," Harry finally called out as he jumped up and down.
"Calm down child," Severus said bending doing to undo the trousers.
"Hurry up, please," Harry begged.
"Alright," Severus said undoing everything and quickly turning Harry around.
"Oh thank Merlin," Harry said sighing in audible relief as he slid down his boxers and started peeing.
Severus was waiting patiently by the door for Harry to finish. He was deep in his thoughts and was a bit startled when Harry's voice suddenly pierced them.
"Dad am I in trouble?" Harry asked softly as he finished up.
“Have you done something I don’t know about?” Severus asked with a wryly smile.
“No, but for almost not making it,” Harry said sadly.
“You’re fine Harry, I for one should have been clearer on why I needed you to use the loo in the first place.” Severus explained. “Wash up so we can go get that mutt,” Severus said affectionately.
Harry grinned before doing what his father said and running outside. He called to Paddy and they all got back into the car and headed home. |
So I'm updating again, this trip between Sev, Harry and Ron will last for like 2 chapters I think..I'm not sure, but plently of real life desperation situations. I have a ton of things planned, and yes, i do actually have a plan for Sirius, I just have to make some other things fall into place first.
Chapter 79
Harry was asleep by the time they arrived home, and Severus wasn’t at all surprised. Even though it was only 3pm, Harry was due for a nap considering the activities they had done already. He carried him into the house, the dog following protectively. Severus found himself talking to the animal, knowing that magical pets tended to understand bit better then muggle ones.
“This is Harry’s room,” he whispered as he opened the door said child’s room.
It was fairly neat to be a teenage boy’s room, but Severus knew the cause. As he got Harry dressed for bed, he was aware of the dog watching his every move. He shook his head as he laid Harry in bed and tucked him in.
“Well get up here then,” Severus said gesturing to the animal who promptly laid at Harry’s feet.
Severus nodded before closing the door, going back out to the car to grab the tree. As he carried it into the house, putting it into the sitting room, he mused that he still needed to get Harry presents. Nodding his head, he would talk to Harry to see if he wanted to go see the Weasleys for tomorrow.
Severus had been looking forward to the Christmas Holidays as well; he had a few things planned. First off he wanted to take Harry and possibly the youngest Weasely spawn to a snowboarding lodge. Severus had found that Ronald could be very protective of Harry, and since he tended to look after him when the potion’s master couldn’t. He nodded thinking the plans through as he started to prepare dinner.
While Severus was getting dinner ready, and Harry was sleeping Paddy was thinking. He wasn’t a regular dog; he was none other than notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. The Sirius Black who was supposedly coming to Hogwarts to kill Harry. At the moment, he was trying to understand how Snape ended up with Harry. He had no intention of hurting his godson, no he had better things to worry about, like how to corner that rat Pettigrew and prove his innocence. As soon as he was declared innocent, he was definitely getting custody of Harry.
He growled to himself, but he could admit to himself that the man had treated his godson with care and dare he say it…love. But that didn’t mean that he wanted Harry raised by a snake, Snivellous in particular. He didn’t understand why Harry wasn’t with his grandparents or Moony at the very least. Sirius stilled as he felt Harry move, changing his serious expression to one of playfulness.
Harry woke up a few hours later, sleepily opening his eyes as he looked around. He knew he fell asleep in the car and the warmth once again blossomed in his stomach at his dad having put him to bed. As he moved to get out of the bed, he found something heavy on his feet.
“Paddy, are you awake boy?” Harry asked tiredly as he looked down at the dog.
Harry grinned as the dog lifted his head up. Harry rolled out of bed, and tottered down the hall and to the loo. As he was going in he shook his head as the dog tried to follow him in.
“No Paddy, you wait here,” Harry said firmly, glad that the dog stilled. He hurried into the toilet and took care of business before tossing away the wet pull up. He washed up then opening the door, running downstairs.
Severus looked up as he wondered how someone so small, could make so much noise.
“Where’s the fire Harry?” he asked dryly.
“Hi,” Harry said brightly, his father’s sarcasm rushing over his head.
Severus grinned before shaking his head. “Hungry child?” He asked as he stood up.
“Yep,” Harry said following his father into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table.
Severus fixed both of their plates before setting down a plate for the dog.
“”I’ll get some food for him tomorrow when I go out,” Severus told Harry.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked as he started in on his burger and chips.
“You are going to the Weasleys tomorrow; I will be heading into town.” Severus said easily.
“What?”Harry asked in shock. He thought they were going to be spending time together. He put his burger down, no longer hungry for some reason, before turning his gaze to his lap.
Severus looked at Harry curiously; he could tell right away that Harry didn’t want to go to the Weasleys which was a surprise to him.
“You don’t want go see your friends? From my understanding their older brothers are home again.” He said in confusion.
“I just thought that this holiday we could spend time with just us,” Harry said sighing before pushing his plate back. “Can I be excused?”
“It’s may I, and no you may not. We will be spending time together Harry, that I promise you,” Severus replied.
“When is that then?” Harry asked tiredly.
“Tomorrow, it’s just I need to get the remainder of your Christmas presents together,” Severus answered.
Harry’s face lit up for a moment, before trying to school his expression blank like Snape. He wasn’t sure it worked as his father was smirking at him at the moment.
“What are we going to be doing? Are we going to decorate the tree soon?” Harry asked.
“Not until next week. Tomorrow afternoon we are spending 2 days at a snowboarding lodge. I thought that you would have liked to bring Ronald along. I wanted to thank him for looking out for you in class,” Severus said pointedly.
Harry looked at his father with wide eyes. “Yes, he’ll want to do that dad. Best present ever!” Harry yelled excitedly.
“That’s not your present child, but you are welcome nonetheless.” Severus said smoothly.
~*~*~*~*
The next morning after Snape had dropped Harry off at the Weasleys, Harry was letting Ron know what Snape had planned for them. He was a bit sad to know that Paddy couldn’t come with him that day or on the trip, but his excitement didn’t let him ponder on that too long.
They hurried up and got Ron packed, Charlie coming in to help them. Harry was super excited, and Ron was happy to come along, especially since none of his siblings had ever done something like this. Harry knew Ron suffered from jealously and he was happy to be able to lessen that for a bit.
Harry blushed red as Mrs. Weasely warned Ron that if he didn’t obey, she gave his dad full permission to punish him as he saw fit. Ron looked on horrified but he agreed so he could go. After making sure Ron had everything they went outside to play.
A few hours later Snape came through the floo, and after talking with Molly flooed back to his Manor with the two boys.
“How are we getting to the snowboarding lodge dad?” Harry asked excitedly.
“Apparating halfway there and then driving the rest of the way,” Severus explained.
“Ok,” Harry replied grabbing his father’s hand as they walked outside. “Wait where’s Padfoot?”
“Albus took him back to Hogwarts, we will get him when we get back,” Severus replied.
“Oh ok,” Harry answered easily.
“You’ve side-longed apparated before right Ronald?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir,” he answered before gripping the man’s other hand.
Severus nodded, pulling both boys to him and disappearing with a nearly silent pop. They appeared on snowy road in the mountains where a car was parked.
“That’s us,” Severus said shivering a bit.
“Good,” Harry replied running to it and hopping it, with Ron following suit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you both snowsuits when we get there,” he replied as he drove along the snowy road.
Harry was talking excitedly with Ron about the next 3 days, when he found himself unconsciously squirming around in his seat. He had forgotten to go pee when he left the Manor, and now he was feeling it bad. He looked around and only saw trees and snow, there didn’t seem to be any rest stop anytime soon.
“Harry what’s the matter?” Ron asked, noticing how quiet his friend had gotten.
Harry ignored him in favor of turning around and poking his father in the shoulder.
“What is it Harry?” Severus asked, turning the radio down.
“I gotta go pee,” he whimpered out.
“Damn, can you hold it Harry?” Severus asked, already knowing the answer.
“I…I don’t know,” Harry replied softly, though he didn’t think he could.
“That would be a no,” Severus murmured. “Do you also require the use of the facilities Ronald?”
“No sir, I’m fine,” Ron replied even though he did have to go a little bit but it wasn’t serious.
“Alright, I’ll stop in a moment child,” he replied, preparing to the pull the car over.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered out.
“Don’t be, I should have asked before we left like usual,” Severus replied.
Harry whimpered as he shook on the seat, grabbing himself quite tightly. He opened his door the minute his father stopped and looked around.
“It’s cold,” he complained.
“Hurry up and pee and then you won’t be cold anymore,” Severus replied.
“What if my pee freezes?” Harry asked fearfully.
“Harry that’s not going to happen,” Severus said gently.
“But what if?” He pressed.
“Harry remember when you wet your pants that time, wasn’t it warm?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir,” he said blushing. What did that have to do with anything?
“Go pee, I’ll explain it in the car,” he answered.
Harry nodded before unzipping and pulling himself out. He stood there freezing as he tried to pee, shivering from the cold and relief as he finally let go. Harry grinned before starting to make designs in the snow.
“Ron this is so cool,” he yelled back.
“What’s’ cool?” Ron asked curiously.
“Drawing in the snow with pee,” he exclaimed excitedly.
“Really?” Ron asked’ unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out the car.
Severus shook his head before sighing, but like usual he wasn’t about to ruin his child’s fun.
Ron laughed as he stood before Harry before pulling himself out and peeing as well. He didn’t need to go bad, but he wanted to pee on the snow as well. He laughed as he went, both he and Harry making yellow snow. He finished moments after Harry and got back in the car.
“Put some of this on your hands,” Severus said passing the sanitizer around.
“Ok,” they replied before cleaning their hands.
Severus nodded approvingly before making short work of the road and making his way to the snowboarding lodge about an hour later. Getting upstairs and into their rooms, Severus looked around happily. It was a two bedroom suite, though it only had one bathroom, he wasn’t worried.
“Are we going to the snow now?” Harry asked excitedly as he put his clothes away.
“After lunch we will go,” Severus said. That would give him enough time to get their snowsuits; he didn’t want Harry or Ron to get sick while they were there.
“Good I’m starving,” Ron replied with a grin, when he saw Harry’s frown.
Harry didn’t say anything, he wanted to play now. Not wanting to get in trouble in front of his friend, he headed down to the diner area of the lodge.
“What am I allowed to get sir?” Ron asked quietly.
“Anything, within reason of course,” Severus replied as they stood up and looked at the menu.
Harry grinned at Ron’s obvious smile. He told his dad what he wanted and took a seat, followed closely by Ron. Talking about things that they were going to be doing after lunch, the food quickly arrived and they hurriedly ate. Walking into the snow shop was boring as they tried on a bunch of suits, but Harry found a blue one he liked and Ron found a green one surprisingly.
Severus paid for their things and went to the room to get them ready to go. After getting them dressed they headed back downstairs and into the snow, where they played the rest of the afternoon.
~*~*~*~
The next morning Harry woke up, and headed into the loo to attend his morning duties. Snape was already up and fixing breakfast.
“Morning dad,” he said happily as he took a seat.
“Is Ronald not up?” Severus asked as he set the plates on the table.
“No but he’ll wake up when he smells the food,” Harry grinned.
Sure enough 5 minutes later Ron walked into the kitchen and took a seat.
“Morning,” he murmured tiredly.
“Good morning,” Severus and Harry replied.
“After breakfast is done you and Harry are going to be put either a snowboarding or ski class, depending on who wants to do what,” Severus explained.
“Cool,” Harry and Ron replied as they quickly ate breakfast.
Hurrying back to their room, they quickly got dressed, in their warmest clothes and jackets before walking back into the living room. They needed some help with their snowsuits however and Harry waited patiently for his dad to finish with Ron. Getting lost in his thoughts he wasn’t paying attention when he was asked if he needed the loo and as a result ended up he needed it when his father was tugging on his boots.
“Dad,” he said softly.
“What is it Harry?” Severus asked as he tied Harry’s snow boots.
“I need the toilet,” Harry replied sheepishly.
“Uh oh,” Ron murmured from his position on the couch.
“I asked you if you needed it beforehand and you told me no,” Severus said with a frown.
“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry,” Harry replied quietly, as he shifted on his feet.
“Well I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that you needed the loo,” Severus said annoyance seeping into his tone.
Harry frowned before shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to not pay attention,” he tried to explain.
Severus stood up and stretched, before reaching for his own coat with a sigh. Truthfully, he wasn’t going to make Harry wait, but he was irritated at the moment. Why did the boy wait until he had put on everything before informing him of his need?
“Professor are you gonna let him go?” Ron asked, looking from his silent Professor to his near tears friend.
“I don’t know should I,” Severus mused as if he was thinking it over.
“Yes, I think you should,” Ron replied quietly. He didn’t want to see his best mate have an accident today.
“Come here Harry,” Severus said briskly.
Harry shuffled unhappily towards his father. “I’m sorry daddy,” he said tearfully.
“Quiet,” he murmured with a sigh before he started the painstakingly process of taking everything off. 5 minutes later he had undone the snowsuit, low enough for Harry to use the toilet. He untied his sweats and gently pushed his son towards the loo.
“Are you mad at me still?” Harry asked, refusing to move as he looked at his father sadly.
“Go pee Harry,” Severus said sighing tiredly. The day hadn’t even begun; he really hoped that this wouldn’t set the stage for today.
“But are you?” Harry pressed.
“I’m annoyed but no I’m not mad,” Severus finally replied.
“You’re annoyed with me,” Harry whispered out, his bottom lip trembling.
“No, I’m annoyed that you won’t go and use the toilet. Didn’t you say you needed it?” Severus questioned.
“Oh, and yes I did,” Harry replied relief in his tone before scurrying towards the open toilet door. He was a bit freaked out that his dad was mad at him so he didn’t close the door. A part of him was afraid that he was going to get left behind for what just happened.
“Close the door Harry,” Severus called out.
“I can’t,” he yelled back and he really couldn’t he had just started to relieve himself.
Severus shook his head as he tied his own boots as he waited for Harry to finish. He had just looked up to see Harry running towards him full speed ahead. Catching him, he redid everything and made sure he had money for their lunch before hurrying the boys out the suite. |
No love last chapter....*sob* I'm kidding, I write for myself anyways so enjoy this or not, I know I did. :)
Chapter 80
Harry headed downstairs with Ron and Snape, already knowing what they were doing. Yesterday he had liked the snowboards better then the skies. Then again, it could be because Ron and he saw these older kids doing some tricks that looked really cool. He wasn’t sure what they were doing after their snowboarding class, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Here are your boards,” Severus said handing Harry and Ron a snowboard. Since Harry seemed to like it, he thought about getting him his own board and making this a yearly thing for them.
“Thanks,” Harry and Ron replied before hurrying outside.
“I’ll be down to get you from you class as soon as it’s over,” he promised.
“Ok bye dad,” Harry called before walking out in the snow.
Severus shook his head in amusement before grabbing his skies; he might as well hit the slopes.
Harry grinned as they were first taught how to get on the board, and how to fall. It was all so interesting to him and he loved every minute of it. He grinned as he saw Ron blush, their instructor was a girl and Ron was crushing.
As they paired off the class moved to mini hills, and Harry laughed at how good of a time he was actually having. The first hour went by pretty fast and he found himself sweating in his snow suit, but he wasn’t allowed to take it off. He drank his water bottle as he took a break looking around.
“When will we get to go on the ski lifts?” Harry asked.
“Soon actually,” Becca promised.
Harry beamed before he turned back to practicing. Like she said in about 15 minutes she took the class to the first ski lift. It was fairly easy and Harry laughed excitedly as he snowboarded. He was very shock to see that the class was coming to an end. He made his way towards Ron.
“That was so brill Harry,” Ron said happily.
“I know maybe Snape will let us try some more,” Harry said excitedly.
“Let you try what?” Severus asked coming up behind them.
“More snowboarding off the lift,” Harry said pointing.
“But of course, how did class go?” He asked curiously.
“Great and Ron has a crush,” Harry said teasingly.
“Shut up Harry,” Ron said face flushed in embarrassment.
Severus grinned widely but he didn’t comment on it, he was happy to see both boys having a good time.
“We can go on the lifts and then after, I want to know if you want to go tubing,” Severus said conversationally as they headed to the lifts.
“Awesome,” Harry exclaimed happily.
Severus was ecstatic as the class seemed to help the boys tremendously. He watched them try to perform trick glad to see they were having a good time. A few hours went by and they were soon tired of the boarding, returning their equipment they went and grabbed a family sized tube.
As they were taking the lift up to the hill and Harry was settling down he became aware of his bladder. He looked down, not really wanting to stop his fun and ignored it. After all it had taken a lot of time to get all of his clothes off that morning, and he was having a blast at the moment. As they jumped off the lift the movement jolted his bladder, making him notice his lower stomach was actually kind of full; but he still didn’t say anything.
He screamed excitedly as they started down the hill, the tube jumping a bit as they sled down it. He laughed happily, all his worries gone in that moment. As they stopped at the bottom of the hill he jumped up with a bright smile.
“That was so much fun!” he shouted.
“I know, it was wicked,” Ron agreed with a smile.
Severus smiled, it was fun but their reactions were better.
Harry enjoyed it as they went up and down the hill a few more times, noticing the sky darkening a bit. It was only 5pm but it was already getting dark, up there in the mountains.
“Ok this is the last time, and then we’re going in to warm up and have dinner,” Severus told them.
“Uh huh,” Harry said absently as he waited for impatiently for them to get on the lift again. He really had to pee now, they stopped for lunch but it was more a meal on their feet. Harry reached down and tried to give himself a quick squeeze, before taking a seat; but with his gloves that made it impossible. He was moving around in his seat and awful lot, but Ron was doing the same thing so he could see his dad assume they were both excited. As they got off the lift Harry bent down to fix his shoes to his board, and stilled as he felt it.
His bladder had enough of the abuse and was starting to make its displeasure known. He turned towards his dad with wide eyes.
“Dad I need…” was the only thing he got out before warmth was flooding his boxers and sweats. He trembled from the relief and shock of wetting himself. He sighed softly as his body relaxed as he peed himself. His eyes kinda clouded over as his wet continued in his snowsuit.
“What did you need Harry?” Severus asked turning to look at the boy when he stopped mid-sentence. He stared at Harry for a moment, his eyes were kind of glazed and he was immediately on alert.
Harry slumped down as he thoroughly wet himself. His eyes closed on their own accord as he finished with a sad sigh. Opening them he looked back at his father and Ron in confusion as they were looking at him in concern.
“Are you alright mate?” Ron asked worriedly.
“I’m fine,” he replied automatically.
“I beg to differ Harry,” Severus said shaking his head in disbelief.
“Why do you look so weird then?” Ron pointed out.
“I’m just…I wanna go in,” Harry said quickly.
“We are, just a second ago you didn’t. Are you hurt Harry? Don’t bother lying to me,” Severus replied firmly.
“I’m not hurt,” Harry whimpered out.
“Something is wrong though,” Severus said with a frown before gesturing to Ron to go downhill.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Harry replied with a frown. His trousers were cooling and he felt sticky, he wanted them off.
“I don’t believe you, and I would appreciate if you’d stop lying to me. Do continue if you want this trip cut short,” Severus said sternly.
Harry’s bottom lip popped out sadly as he looked at his father in shame. “Can we just go in?” He repeated.
“Of course, snowboard down the hill Harry,” Severus instructed.
“I don’t want too,” Harry whimpered.
“Well you’re going to have too,” Severus replied with a sigh.
Harry sniffled before he slowly snowboarded down the hill. The wetness on his sweats and boxers reminded him of his accident every time he moved, causing him to not have fun in the slightest. Meeting Ron down at the bottom, he looked at the ground as his face filled with tears. They would both know what he did the minute his father took off his snowsuit.
“Harry seriously, what’s the matter?” Ron asked quietly. His friend was near tears now, what was going on?
“I’m gonna be in trouble,” Harry moaned out as Snape grabbed their boards and returned them.
“Why do you say that? You haven’t done anything to be in trouble for,” Ron replied with a shake of his head.
“I just am,” Harry repeated before quieting as Snape came back.
Severus frowned; he couldn’t wait to get back to their rooms. Something was wrong with Harry and it worried him.
“Let’s go boys,” he said before making his way back to the lodge.
Harry followed after Ron the wet material starting to chafe his thighs among other things. Because it kept rubbing against him every time he walked it was starting to hurt. He was highly uncomfortable, and he found to his horror and embarrassment that tears were making their way down his face.
“Harry’s crying,” Ron blurted out. He had turned to ask Harry something which was quickly forgotten as he took in his face.
Severus had turned around in an instance, rushing back and picking up his child.
“What hurts Harry?” Severus asked urgently as he couldn’t see anything because of his snowsuit.
“I had an accident, and it’s starting to burn my thighs and my privates,” Harry whimpered out embarrassedly.
“Ahh alright lets hurry up and get to the room then,” Severus said sighing in relief. He had thought something was seriously wrong; and he didn’t like the worried feeling in the slightest. Reaching forward he gently picked him up and shifted him to one hip.
“What’s wrong with Harry?” Ron asked as he hurried onto the elevator.
“He fell awkwardly and he hurt himself, though he didn’t bother to mention it to either of us,” Severus replied smoothly.
“What did he hurt?” Ron asked worriedly.
“What does every male on the planet have?” Severus asked.
“A…oh!” Ron said his ears turning red. “You hit it and didn’t say anything?” Ron asked in shock.
Harry turned and buried his head in his father’s shoulder, he was a horrible liar.
“Apparently he thought he would be in trouble,” Severus replied.
“But he didn’t mean to hit it, and even if he did why would get in trouble for that? That doesn’t make sense.” Ron said with a sigh as he walked to the room.
“I’m aware of that and now I’m sure Harry is too.” Severus answered as he opened the door to the suite.
Ron shook his head before walking towards the bathroom, before stopping and turning sheepishly to his teacher.
“Can you please take this off of me?” He asked politely.
“Just a moment, let me get Harry’s off first.” Severus said already in the process of undoing Harry’s.
“No Ron first,” Harry said trying to get away from his father. He knew the minute Ron saw his wet sweats he would know Harry had lied to him and he would be mad; plus didn’t want his mate to find out about his accident.
“Harry be still, I’ll be done with you in a few minutes,” Severus said trying to still his squirming child.
Ron didn’t say anything, though he wished he could be first. He needed to the bathroom really badly having not gone since sometime after breakfast. He shifted on his feet, waiting for Professor Snape. He had already tried to undo the snowsuit himself, but he only managed to knot up the front, making it harder to get off.
“Harry if you don’t be still I’m going to stick you to the floor,” Severus warned.
He looked on in amazement as Harry suddenly stilled, but his eyes were watering even faster they had when they were downstairs.
“You stuck me to a chair last time,” Harry whimpered out in remembrance.
“Yes I did, and I am so sorry about that. But I need you to be still so I can tend to Ronald next.” Severus explained taking this time to unbutton the top of the suit.
“But Ron was heading to the loo, I think he might need the toilet,” Harry half whispered.
Severus sighed. Harry had a point. He turned around to look at the boy who was struggling to take off his own snowsuit.
“Did you need the toilet Ronald?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir,” he replied automatically, stilling his hands.
“Is it urgent?” Severus asked, preparing to stand up if it was.
“Yes sir,” Ron answered quickly his hands now balled into fists at his sides.
“Why didn’t you speak up then?” Severus asked as he moved over towards the redheaded boy.
“I did, you just told me to wait until you finished with Harry,” Ron replied honestly.
“No I mean why didn’t you inform me it was urgent?” Severus clarified.
“I’m not sure, I thought since you saw me heading to the toilet you knew. But I don’t know anymore,” Ron replied, willing his body to stay still. He was not about to dance around his Professor, no matter how bad he had to go.
“If you have to go really bad then why aren’t you moving around a lot?” Harry asked curiously.
“Because he’s trying as hard as possible not to move Harry,” Severus replied. He could feel underneath his hands how tensed the boy was and he hurried his motions.
“Why is he doing that?” Harry asked in confusion.
Ron stayed quiet the entire exchanged, he mused to himself for a moment that Harry did actually sound younger. Looking at his mate he could see how people thought he was younger than 13, he could see it exactly.
The whole snowboarding class refused to believe that he was that old, most of them including the teacher assumed he was 9. Ron grinned, not even minding that they were discussing him, he hadn’t really seen this side of Harry before. His friend was so carefree, and he was happy that Snape was able to make this happen for him.
“Because he probably feels embarrassed,” Severus murmured absently as he pulled out his wand. The process was taking too slow and he didn’t want the boy to wait anymore. He quickly spelled the knots away, before unbuttoning everything. He pulled on the top of the snowsuit as he took it off the boy.
“Step out of it,” he murmured.
Ron held onto Snape’s shoulders to gain his balance before stepping out of his suit.
“Go pee,” Severus said as he tugged it off of him.
Ron nodded, turning and running into the bathroom, closing the door with a slam. “Sorry,” he yelled back.
Harry giggled at the whole scene. “Guess Ron really did have to go bad,” he mused.
“Come here, now why wouldn’t you let me take your suit off?” Severus asked.
“Didn’t want Ron to see my accident,” Harry replied shamefaced.
“Oh of course Harry I should have known,” Severus replied quietly. “Come on lets hurry and get this off of you so I can spell you clean.”
“Then I can get a bath?” Harry asked happily.
“Yes then a bath but after dinner,” Severus replied.
“Why not before?” Harry asked quietly.
“Because you’ll fall asleep at the table,” Severus remarked.
“Oh,” Harry replied with a grin as he dad pulled off his snowsuit, and spelled him clean.
As Ron came out the bathroom Harry smiled and gestured to him to head into the kitchen, so they could eat. |
Hey guys this was me being lazy and not wanting to update this chapter. Here it is though so I hope you enjoy it :)
Chapter 81
Ron woke up the next morning, and for a moment forgot where he was. He sighed softly as he stared at the ceiling. He had a blast these past few days at the snowboarding lodge, and he couldn’t wait to tell his family about it. He had never done something like this, usually everyone else went somewhere before him. He grinned smugly; at the thought that now he would be able to share like they did. Ron glanced over to see Harry in the bed over, still asleep and he rolled over to do the same when he felt it.
As he rolled on his stomach, he was aware of this intense pressure and he immediately sat up, not wanting to worsen it. Well he had found the source of what woke him up, and he grudgingly pushed the covers back so he could get up. He groaned softly before climbing out of bed and walking tiredly towards the toilet. It was still early as the sun was barely peeking through the curtains and he yawned before stumbling to the door. As he reached his hand out to open it, he became aware of something else; he could hear the shower running.
Ron sighed softly, knowing that it couldn’t be anyone but Snape. He bit his lip worriedly as he waited in front of the door silently, wishing that he was back home for the moment. Had it been any of his brothers, he would have knocked on the door, knowing he would have been allowed in. Harry had said Snape had let him do the same thing, but he still only saw his Potion’s Professor. And though his attitude had changed towards them, he could still strike fear in him. Ron sighed again before going to take a seat on the couch to wait for him to finish.
He glanced at the clock absently as he took a seat, his foot unconsciously jiggling up and down as he held on. He had to go really bad now. His bladder didn’t like the fact that it was full and he had yet to relieve himself. He never held it this long, because he didn’t like the feeling. It just reminded him of his almost accident that day at the muggle theme park, and he didn’t want to think about that in this situation. Ron found himself getting up again and gently pressing his ear to the door to see if his teacher was nearly done. It didn’t seem like anything changed so he walked back to his chair. This time when he took a seat, he was squirming, and fanning his legs quite a bit.
“Please hurry,” he whispered pleaded to himself over and over.
Severus was relaxing in the hot water; he had long since finished showering. At the moment, he was allowing the heat to soothe his tired muscles. It was only about 6:00am and he wasn’t worried about Harry needing it, since he would still be sleep, the same with Ronald. He pondered what they were going to do that last day, unaware that one boy was not sleeping in the slightest.
Ron’s face had taken on a worried look, and he seemed to be close to tears. He was no longer sitting down, that only seemed to worsen his need. He was doing everything to keep it under control, rushing back to the front of the door. When his Professor came out, he would rush in. Ron was gripping the sides of his pajamas tightly, wanting to grab himself but refraining from doing it just in case. He knew his teacher could come out of the bathroom any time, and he didn’t want to be holding himself like some little kid.
He bent at the waist as his desperation escalated, though he nearly cried in relief when the shower finally turned off. The water had been wrecking havoc on his body, but that relief didn’t last long. His body shuddered and he grabbed himself quickly but the damage was done. He could feel the inside of his boxer’s were wet, as he was unable to hold back a spurt. He was hot, he could feel his face burning, but more importantly he was desperate for the toilet. He was nearing the point of no return and he found himself reaching a hand to knock on the door.
Ron chewed his lip worriedly before quickly knocking on it, and dropping his hand.
Severus looked at the door as he heard the knock, before frowning. He hadn’t realized Harry would be up, he sighed but he knew it could have been worse.
“I’ll be out in about 10 minutes Harry, if you need too just come in,” Severus said easily.
Ron swallowed thickly, the tears starting to come. The man thought he was Harry; which meant that Ron wasn’t allowed in; right? He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, not saying anything. He had never been in a situation like this before, he had always been allowed in. He didn’t like being locked out of the toilet, especially when he really needed to take care of business.
Severus raised an eyebrow at the silence, but since Harry hadn’t come in, he figured he could hold it. After all, in the past Harry had rushed in if he really needed to go, so he wasn’t worried.
Ron stifled a sob, as he was forced to continue holding himself for dear life. He felt like he might exploded, the tears falling freely now, he hated this so much. Oh he had to go! He crossed his legs tightly trying to hold it together, his face turned into a grimace now.
“Please come out,” he whimpered softly.
Severus didn’t take the full 10 minutes, not wanting to keep Harry waiting. He was dressed in record time, hanging his towel up. Lifting the toilet seat up so his son wouldn’t have any trouble there he quickly opened the door and walked out. He didn’t get very far as he collided with something soft, and he stumbled a bit. He was able to keep his balance, but he couldn’t say the same for the boy on the floor.
Ron wasn’t sure what happened, one minute he was standing in front of the door and the next he was being pushed where he then landed hard on the floor; in a daze. He was forcefully brought back when he felt the warmth seeping from his crotch and down his legs.
“No,” he cried grabbing himself in vain as his stream continued, the hiss heard quite clearly in the silent room.
Severus stared at the wetting child on the floor, with a blank mask. Inwardly though was another story, the boy had obviously been bursting. Why didn’t he speak up? He would have allowed him in as well? He knew the Weasely boy was very vocal, so why not now? Watching the child trying to fight it, when it was pretty pointless, reminded him of Harry in a way.
“Ronald, don’t fight it,” Severus said breaking the silence with a soft voice.
“This isn’t happening,” Ron replied shaking his head in denial, as he struggled anyway to hold on.
“It’s alright, everyone has an accident sometime,” Severus said kindly; in a voice reserved only for Harry.
“I don’t, I’m 13, and I can’t. Oh Merlin what did I do?” He whimpered to himself as he watched the puddle expand on the floor. He bit his trembling bottom lip, the tears falling faster now.
“As is Harry, and I can assure you, he has had plenty accidents,” Severus replied calmly.
Ron shook his head, his face the picture of misery as he finished out his wet.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in urgent need of the loo?” Severus asked as he pulled out his wand.
“I was going too, but you thought I was Harry, and I didn’t think it would be appreciated if I walked in and went when I clearly wasn’t him,” he said sniffling.
“I am not that cruel, I would have been shocked yes but I would not have denied you that right,” Severus explained.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you were like Bill and Charlie or my dad. Because you’re my Professor,” Ron blubbered out.
“At the moment you have forgotten I am not your Professor, I am however your best friend’s father,” Severus said spelling the floor and the boy clean.
Ron sniffled, his gaze on the floor in embarrassment, scenarios going through his head of Snape telling the snakes what happened. It was irrational, but it was his fear and that kept the tears continuing.
“What’s the matter child? I’ve cleaned you up, why are you still crying?” Severus asked quietly.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” Ron said sniffling hard for a moment before straightening his shoulders.
Severus watched impassively as the boy quite literally reined the tears in. He shook his head, how the children coped was beyond him but he didn’t like it.
“Not what I meant in the slightest, stop that,” Severus said harshly.
“Stop what sir?” Ron asked quietly.
Severus’s lips spread into a thin line before sighing. “Nothing, did you wish to shower?” He asked quietly.
“Yes sir,” Ron said before hurrying into the bathroom. Once he was in the shower and the water was running he allowed himself a good cry. That had been humiliating; he only hoped Harry didn’t find out.
Severus sighed once more before walking into Harry’s room to check on him. He wasn’t surprised to find him still sleeping. Walking over he checked the pull up and of course found it wet, and was in the process of changing him when he felt Harry shift.
“Daddy?” Harry said sleepily.
“Go back to sleep Harry,” Severus said softly.
“I need a wee,” he mumbled out.
Severus pulled up the goodnight quickly and fixed it before looking up at his son. He didn’t want to disturb Ronald, wanting to give the boy a moment to compose himself. Running water was not an alternative to a silencing charm. He had heard the cries over the water, and he felt horrible for him.
“Just go back to sleep Harry,” Severus said gently; knowing Harry would wet the pull up as soon as he did.
“No I need a wee Daddy,” Harry insisted as he tried to sit up.
“Ronald is in the loo Harry,” Severus said gently.
“But I need to go,” Harry whined piteously.
“Go in your…underwear for lack of a better word,” Severus said patting his shoulder.
“I can’t do that,” Harry said with a scandalized exp<b></b>ression as he tried to get up.
“Harry lay down,” Severus said firmly.
“I don’t wanna have an accident, please daddy I need to pee,” Harry pleaded getting a bit emotional. It was too early, he was still sleepy and on top of that he needed to pee and his dad wouldn’t let him.
Severus sighed before standing up and reaching for Harry. “Let’s go then.” He murmured as he picked up the boy. He headed towards the door and was opening it when harry spoke.
“Where are we going? I just need the toilet,” Harry said in confusion.
“Ronald is in it Harry and I don’t think he would like to be disturbed right now,” Severus explained.
“Oh ok,” Harry said before allowing his father to continue.
Severus walked down to the lobby and hurried into the bathroom and into a stall. Placing Harry down before he leaned against the wall and waited for him.
Harry tiredly stood in front of the toilet, eyes not really opened as he tried to pull his pants down to go. He frowned as his arms didn’t seem to be listening to him, he was still sleepily and he moaned sadly.
“And this is why you should have just gone back to sleep,” Severus murmured as he tugged them down and set Harry on the toilet.
He was about to comment that Harry wasn’t complaining like he did the last time Severus had done this when he noticed that the boy had actually fallen asleep while he was peeing. Shaking his head in disbelief, Severus waited until he was finished before dressing him and heading back to the room.
When they entered it, he laid Harry back down on the bed, to find Ronald in his own as well. Severus tiptoed out, hoping the boy would be back to his old self by the time they woke up again. He didn’t want their last day here to be tainted or ruined, neither boys deserved that. |
Somewhere along the way Lucius Malfoy loved his son and wife before the Dark Lord you know, as the 7th book showed. I started off having a mean Lucius, but everyone always shows his evil side, I wanted to show his...fatherly side..you get to see a piece of that in here. Dont like it dont read, but like I said, I have a ton of things planned for their Christmas holiday planned and omo is there..and I hope you guys enjoy it is all :)
Chapter 82
The last thing Harry remembered what being sad about leaving the lodge. He can recall talking to Ron and then falling asleep in the car. He opened his eyes tiredly, realizing that he was in his father's arm.
"Are we home daddy?" He asked sleepily.
"Yes we're home," Severus answered as he laid Harry on the couch before heading back to the car to get Ronald.
Coming back inside; he stifled his own yawn before adjusting the boy in his arms as he flooed to the burrow.
"Good evening Arthur," he said as he landed smoothly.
"Hello Severus we were wondering when we would get Ron back," he said chuckling. "Did he behave himself?"
"He did, though we had a miscommunication error and he paid dearly for that." Severus said with a weary sigh.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked as he took his sleeping child from Severus and handed him to Bill.
"William," Severus said as a hello before turning back to Arthur. "He had an accident because I was in the loo and I didn’t know he needed to go."
"What? He didn’t knock on the door? At all?" Bill asked in shock as he glanced at his brother.
"He did it once, but I thought he was Harry. He got it into his head that I wouldn’t appreciate him using the toilet while I was in the shower." Severus said shaking his head. "I have a son too; I do understand that mornings they tend to go worse than usual. I wouldn’t have cared."
"Poor Ron," Arthur murmured before nodding at Severus. "We'll take care of it, don’t you worry he'll be alright." He promised.
"Good to know, I have to be going I left Harry on the couch alone," Severus said apologetically.
"Not a problem Severus, we'll see you...soon,” Arthur said knowing the boys would no doubt want to spend more time together.
Severus nodded before flooing back to the Manor. Walking into the sitting room he could see Harry wiggling around on the sofa. He didn’t think anything of it until he heard a whimper and he hurriedly walked over to him.
"Harry child wake up for me," Severus said gently as he shook him.
"Wha?" Harry mumbled his eyes closed.
"You were having a nightmare," Severus murmured.
"I was?" Harry asked in confusion as he slowly woke up. He was also becoming aware of a certain pressure in his lower stomach.
"You were, what were you dreaming about?" Severus asked softly.
"I don’t know, but I gotta go...” Harry started off but was interrupted by the sound of someone flooing. He froze in his father’s arm, they hadn’t been expecting anyone.
"Severus? Where are you?" Lucius called.
"Oh shit," Harry whispered out before he could think about what he was saying.
"I second that; though you know better than to say something like that. However I will discuss your language later. At the moment, let’s get you upstairs," Severus hissed out before standing up.
"Severus, are you in your lab?" Lucius asked his voice moving as he walked.
Severus stilled before looking around. Spotting the clothes cupboard he rushed towards it, opening it quietly.
"You’re putting me in a cupboard?" Harry asked with a slight frown. It was instinct, he wasn’t claustrophobic but he hated them for obvious reasons.
"I’m hiding you in a clothes cupboard; you know who that is and what he is capable of." Severus said impatiently.
Harry nodded before allowing himself to be set down in the cupboard.
"No sounds, and do not move until i come to get you," Severus said firmly.
"But what if I have to use the loo?" Harry asked worriedly. He did have to use it, what was he gonna do?
"Hold it," Severus said after a moment of apprehension.
"But I’m not allowed to hold it," Harry pointed out.
"Today only you’re allowed to hold it," he said with a grimace. He hoped Harry didn’t have to go, because he didn’t want his child to hold on for longer then necessary. They didn’t need problems with his bladder again.
Harry nodded before taking a seat on the now cushioned floor.
"I'll be back for you as soon as it’s safe." Severus promised.
"Bye daddy," Harry murmured out as he laid down.
Severus nodded before shutting the door. He had just spelled a silencing charm and a locking charm around it when Lucius walked into the room.
"Severus didn’t you hear me calling you? What were you doing?" Lucius asked in confusion.
"I was in my lab; I only came up because I thought I heard the floo flare." Severus said lying smoothly before gesturing for Lucius to walk with him to the sitting room.
"Oh you spend too much time in your lab," Lucius said as he followed him.
"I’m a Potion’s Master," Severus said dryly as he ordered the tea.
"Still, you need to socialize," Lucius said as he fixed his cup.
"To what do I owe this pleasure Lucius?" Severus asked, keeping the curiosity out of his tone.
"Draco wrote me a letter a few months ago about this trick he did on Harry Potter," Lucius said.
"How he and his friends ganged up on Potter in the loo?" Severus said clarifying it.
"Yes, that’s what I’m talking about," Lucius said tightly.
"Alright so, what does this have to do with anything?" Severus said in confusion.
"I am disappointed in him shall we say," Lucius finally replied.
"Disappointed in Draco? For that? Why?" Severus asked, he hadn’t been expecting that.
"You know why Severus, how would Dragon like it if someone refused him the right for the toilet?" Lucius pointed out.
"But its Potter;” Severus stated out as if Lucius was slow to catch on.
"Bloody hell, still holding a grudge Severus," Lucius said before shaking his head.
Severus grunted but didn’t reply to it, what was there to say.
Meanwhile in the closet, Harry was trying to be patient and wait for his father. He managed it for the first half hour, but the next one nearly did him in. By the time the hour had passed he was constantly uncrossing and crossing his legs, and squirming about. He really had to go. He didn’t know what to do but he felt like he was gonna let go right there. He pressed his ear to the door, but he couldn’t hear anything. Sighing softly he tried the knob only to find it locked. He was stuck in here and he had to pee!
He didn’t know what to do and he froze as he lost a spurt. He didn’t know whether or not he would be punished for having an accident today. Not wanting to get in trouble, he hurriedly looked around for something to pee in. He sighed in frustration at the lack of anything before frowning and glancing at the box.
He rocked back on forth on his knees as he looks, his desperation taking over. He gasped quietly at the cauldron in the box. It was big and gold and it looked new. Harry worriedly gnawed at his bottom lip; he didn’t want to pee in it. His father was a stickler about his potions stuff and he didn’t want to defile something. He groaned quietly, the willing his tears to go away. He had to go now! Sniffling he pulled down his sweats and stood up.
Gravity soon had him bent at the waist and he knew he was out of options and time. Quickly fishing himself out of his underwear, he had just barely pulled himself out and aimed at the cauldron before he was peeing. The sound was loud to him and he thanked everything for that silencing charm his father put around the cupboard.
He sighed audibly as he peed forcefully. The sound of the liquid hitting the inside of the cauldron changed as Harry filled it up. A minute later he was finished and the cauldron was just barely half full. He wrinkled his nose and took a seat, now the cupboard smelled like pee.
It was enough of a remembrance to garner a mild flashback from the Durselys and he sniffled, wishing his father would come back. He was frightened however, of how angry his dad was going to be. His Uncle never liked it when he peed in his cupboard, and he knew Snape wouldn’t either.
Severus was nodding as Lucius explained what he meant. Though he wasn’t really paying attention to him, the man had been here for an hour, which meant Harry was still in the cupboard. He knew that day he would start locking his floo, this couldn’t happen again. He turned back to Lucius, when he heard his name.
Harry buried his head into his knees, pushing himself the furthest he could away from the cauldron. He hid himself behind the clothes and silently cried.
"I would have thought you wouldn’t have minded about Potter getting what he deserved. He is the brat who destroyed our Lord," Severus said with obvious disgust in his tone. He was however disgusted at Draco and himself for leaving Harry in the clothes cupboard.
"I didn’t like how he went about it. I may not like the Potter boy but that is because of what he did to our Lord as you said. But Draco should have enough pureblood decorum to know that he should not have denied him the use of the toilet." Lucius said in disgust.
"Oh, what are you saying then Lucius?" Severus asked quietly.
"It reminded me too much of what the Marauders had done to you Severus; bluntly put. My child however was the leader in this instead of James Potter," Lucius explained.
Severus stared at the man for a moment, was he hearing correctly? Was Lucius confounded or something?
"I see," was all Severus managed out, pushing the memories that once again threatened to come forward.
"Do you Severus? I’m not proud of Draco at the moment, and I know you aren’t either," Lucius said quietly.
"I beg your pardon?" Severus said softly.
"He told me about the apology letter you made him write," he said conversationally.
"Did he now?" Severus asked quietly.
"He did and I approve of course, but that’s not enough." Lucius said with a shake of his head.
"What do you mean it’s not enough?" Severus asked with narrowed eyes.
"We both know who Harry Potter is and what he represents." Lucius stated.
"And your point?" Severus asked impatiently; he knew there was more to this then just getting on Harry's good side. He stared at his friend silently, the dark gaze intent on him.
"Cissy and I have been talking and its imperative that Harry Potter knows that the Malfoy's mean him no harm," Lucius said quietly, he hated looking into Severus's eyes for long. It reminded him of being sucked into a black hole, never mind that the man's eyes weren’t black but of a very dark brown
"Bull shit, you hate the boy," Severus said darkly. What did the mean? What did Lucius have up his sleeve?
"Cissy doesn’t agree with our Lord's ideas, she threatened to leave me and take Draco with her if I continued to hurt another woman's child," he admitted shamefully.
Severus was feeling extremely gleeful on the inside; he needed to talk to Narcissa Malfoy as soon as possible. She he knew would be a great associate or ally once he got an oath from her.
"And are you?" Severus asked neutrally.
"What do you think Severus?" Lucius murmured out.
"I think if you were smart you would have said yes, however I have been wrong about you before," Severus said teasingly.
"Honestly Severus, I was smart, I can’t lose them," Lucius said softly.
"And you won’t, but what are you going to do about this?" Severus asked gesturing to his left forearm.
"I'll think of something," Lucius said with a frown before looking back up at Severus.
"I understand, I will help you," Severus replied. Though he was a bit worried, his nature as a double agent taught him well. Lucius tended to switch sides if the going got rough. He opened his mouth to ask about an vow of secrecy but Lucius beat him to it.
"I need an oath, an unbreakable one," Lucius said firmly.
"My thoughts exactly," Severus said simply.
"Wait we need a caster," Lucius murmured before standing up.
"Narcissa can be of help cant she?" Severus asked softly.
"Of course," Lucius said walking to the fireplace and flooing to his Manor.
By the time Severus got back, he was tired and another hour had passed; but that wasn’t on his mind. He immediately locked his floo and hurried to the clothes cupboard. Lucius had stayed longer then he had wanted, and he was worried about Harry since he had been in the cupboard for 2 hours.
He quickly canceled the charms and opened the door, where he was aware of two things. The smell of pee was in the air and Harry was sniffling. He sighed softly, but he couldn’t blame the child, could he?
"Harry come on out of there," he said gently. He inwardly was thinking of a few things they could do that would make Harry feel better.
He watched as Harry stood up and walked out the closet. What actually surprised him was the boy's pants were dry. Was he imagining the smell then? That still didn’t answer why Harry was sniffling.
"Harry, why are you crying?" Severus asked quietly.
"Cuz I needed a wee," Harry sobbed out.
Severus frowned before nodding it was understandable after all. So the smell was real, the only problem was where was the pee?
"Did you have an accident? What happened?" Severus asked softly.
“No but I almost did,” Harry said softly.
“What happened then child?” Severus repeated.
"I held it as long as I could, but then I felt like I was gonna explode, when I saw it," Harry cried as he explained. He knew he was in for it now, the cauldron looked expensive.
"Saw what child?" Severus asked quietly.
"I really had to go, and i tried to wait but I couldn’t," Harry rambled on.
"What did you pee in Harry?" Severus pressed, finally deduced what the deed was. He quickly tried to figure out what was in here that the boy could have used.
"The cauldron in the closet," Harry whispered out anxiously as he turned his tearful green orbs up to his father.
"What Cauldron?" Severus asked in confusion.
"The gold one in the box," Harry said cringing in anticipation. He absently brought his arms around his middle in a self comfort mechanism. He didn’t know what was going to happen, and stiffened when he felt himself get picked up.
"You think I’m going to punish you for peeing in the cauldron Harry?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow.
He could easily magic it away or wash it the muggle way. The cauldron was fine, Severus had used many ingredients in cauldrons that were way worse than a little's boy waste. Besides he had to pat Harry on the back for that, he didn’t have an accident.
"Yes sir," Harry replied softly.
"Well I’m not; you had to use the loo. I’m actually proud of you for using your head and not having an accident." Severus praised.
"Really?" Harry asked softly.
"I am," Severus promised.
Harry sighed; the tension leaving his body at his father's words.
"Can we get Paddy?" Harry asked softly after a moment.
"Of course, just let me clean this up," Severus said banishing the cauldron to his lab where he could scour it later.
"I don’t like cupboards," Harry whispered out.
"Why not?" Severus asked gently. He didn’t know the full extent of the Durselys neglect and abuse.
"I lived in one, and the Durselys like to lock me in it when they had guests," Harry mumbled stifling a sob.
"Those son of a—Merlin,” Severus said catching himself quickly. “I had no idea Harry. Otherwise I would have placed you somewhere else," Severus said regret in his voice, his action and just coursing throughout his entire body.
"That’s ok, you didn’t know. If you knew it would’ve been mean but you didn’t," Harry said softly.
"Did they...they didn’t let you out when you needed to relieve yourself did they?" Severus said bluntly.
"No, I had a bucket," Harry said shamefully.
Severus was seething, that was the last straw.
"Come along Harry, let’s go get Paddy," he said tightly as he walked towards the floo.
Harry nodded trusting his father as they flooed to Albus's office.
"Sorry for disturbing you Albus, but Harry wanted to come get Paddy. And I needed to talk to the wolf," Severus said setting Harry down.
"What wolf? Wolves can talk?" Harry asked innocently as he stared at his father in shock.
"Of course they can my boy, but it’s a gift that one must be born with." Albus said, all but glaring at Severus.
"Can I come with you while you talk to it?" Harry asked excitedly.
Before Severus could attempt to lie or something Albus spoke up.
"Harry you’ve been ignoring Fawkes, he was excited to see you and you have yet to say hello," Albus said gesturing to the phoenix who was tucked under his wing.
"I’m sorry Fawkes," Harry said quickly as he walked over to the bird and started talking to it.
"Behave yourself Harry," Severus said before walking out the door and down the steps.
He sighed as he headed to Lupin's quarters for a much needed talk. |
Alright I just relized the omo isnt in this chapter..oops..not to worry, next Chapter Lunch with the Malfoys will have it. Its a super, ultra long Chapter at around 13 pages so I know you guys will like it. Thanks for the reviews..they rock :p
Chapter 83
Harry was excited; they were getting ready to go to out for the day. After spending two days with Ron at the snowboarding lodge he was able to find out what his mate was interested in for Christmas. Apparently Ron was entranced with Harry’s game boy, and Harry knew they had games where he could play against Ron if he had one.
He knew already that Hermione wanted books, but he faltered a bit on what Professor Lupin wanted. He knew what to get Snape; he just hadn’t had a chance to get it yet. He idly wondered if Professor Dumbledore would still be at the castle, he needed to get into the Chamber of Secrets again.
He tugged on his wellies and coat and stood by the fireplace excitedly, Paddy at his feet. Harry patted his fur happily but he didn’t think the dog would be able to come with them. Paddy was weird whenever Harry went with Snape alone, he would bark viciously. Whenever he did that Harry was reminded of Ripper and he got scared. He usually ended up in his dad’s arms, and then Paddy would whine. He couldn’t figure out why the dog kept doing that.
“Dad I’m ready,” he yelled loudly, as he waited impatiently.
“I’m aware of that Harry, give me a moment,” Severus said as he made sure he had everything before coming into the floo room.
Harry sighed but he waited quietly, taking a seat on the chair. He jumped up however when Snape came into the room.
“Can we go now?” He asked excitedly.
“Yes Harry we can go, though Paddy stays,” Severus said firmly.
“I know, come on Paddy,” Harry said leading him towards the backyard.
“Hurry up Harry, or I’m leaving without you,” Severus said knowing Harry tended to take long goodbyes as if he wouldn’t see the dog again.
Running back into the house and into the floo room Harry came to a sudden stop. Where was his dad? Did he leave him? Harry looked around anxiously before reaching up with a shaking hand towards the floo powder.
“Dad where are you?” He called out, his voice trembling a bit.
With his bottom lip poking out he stood in the fireplace prepared to say Diagon Alley. He shook his head, why did he have to do this now? He had faltered his first time and ended up in Knockturn Alley, he didn’t want to do that again. Gasping on a sob, he dropped to his knees crying, the powder hitting the floor.
“Alright, I found your mittens,” Severus said as he came down the stairs. As he walked into the floo room he stared at Harry in shock for a minute before rushing to him.
“What happened Harry? Are you hurt?” He asked automatically.
“Where did you go?” Harry whispered out tearfully.
“To your room, the laundry room; I was looking for your mittens. I forgot I could have accioed them when I found them,” he said with a grin.
“I thought you left him, and I tried to floo,” Harry said softly.
“No I was kidding, I would never let you floo alone if you weren’t ready,” Severus replied firmly.
“Do you promise?” Harry asked, ignoring the voice that called him childish.
“I promise,” Severus said before standing up and cleaning his face.
Harry sighed softly, leaning against the man for comfort.
“Do you not want to go out today then?” Severus asked quietly.
“No I wanna go, dad could I visit Gringotts?” Harry asked.
“Why do you need to visit your vault?” Severus asked curiously.
“I want to get buy Ron and Mione and Remus and you presents,” Harry said happily.
“You don’t have to buy me anything Harry,” Severus said firmly.
Harry frowned, well duh. He knew Severus’s present wasn’t going to cost him, but it would be worth a lot of money. He wanted to get some for everyone else.
“I know but I want to,” Harry said softly.
“Alright, we can go, but I’m giving you money for your friend’s gifts,” Severus replied.
“No, you can’t, you might not let me buy Ron’s gift.” Harry protested.
“What are you trying to buy him first off?” Severus said suspiciously.
“A game boy, then we can play together,” Harry said happily.
“I’ll take care of it,” Severus promised before taking a vial out of his pocket. “Here,”
“What is it?” Harry asked curiously as he sniffed it.
“Body altering potion,” Severus said easily.
“What will I look like then?” Harry asked as he gulped it down. “It’s gross,” he grimaced.
“You will look like me,” Severus replied handing him a piece of chocolate.
“Really?” Harry asked shoving the chocolate in his mouth before looking around for a mirror. Unable to find one he headed towards the loo.
“Use the toilet while you’re in there,” Severus called out.
“Ok,” he yelled back as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked dead on Snape, minus the nose, even his eyes were the dark brown of his father. He grinned as his scar turned invisible before his eyes. He hurriedly used the toilet and ran back to the floo room.
“Did you go like I said?” Severus asked to be sure.
“Yup, my scar is gone,” Harry said happily.
“For now,” Severus said before grabbing his hand and disappearing into the fire.
“How long will the potion last then?” Harry asked quietly as they entered the noisy pub.
“Until I give you the antidote,” Severus replied.
As they walked out of the Leaky Cauldron Harry was all set to go in Diagon Alley when Snape pulled him back.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked in confusion.
“You cannot buy Ronald a game boy in the wizarding world,” Severus said slowly.
“Oh, I forgot,” Harry said a blush on his face.
Severus smirked before continuing his trek out the Leaky Cauldron into the muggle world. Glancing around, he resized the car and led Harry to it, looking in surprise when Harry sat in the front.
“I’m old enough to sit here; it said 12 in the flap, I’m 13,” Harry said defensively.
“I didn’t say a word, it’s just usually you’re in the back is all,” Severus said calmly.
“I just felt like being in the front today,” Harry said softly.
Severus nodded understandingly before he took off towards muggle London.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry yawned tiredly as they drove back to the Leaky Cauldron; he had found some books out in the muggle world that he wanted to read. He had also gotten Ron’s gift and he couldn’t wait to get back home and wrap it up. At the moment Snape had shrunk the car and their bags and they headed into Diagon Alley. Harry grinned excitedly as he walked down the cobblestone, looking around. Every time he went beforehand, he could never look around really.
“Can we visit the sweets shop?” He asked timidly.
“If we must,” Severus said easygoing.
Harry grinned as they entered Gringotts. 25 minutes later they were exiting the bank, gold in pockets. He grabbed Snape’s hand and hurried along into the bookstore.
“You may pick out Hermione’s books, but no more then 3,” Severus said.
“Alright,” Harry said simply before walking away from his father.
As he was checking out some books, he turned around and bumped straight into the stomach of one Lucius Malfoy.
“Sorry sir,” he said immediately taking a step back from the blonde haired man.
“Quite alright child,” Lucius said as he looked at the dark haired child in front of him.
“Um excuse me,” Harry said trying to make his way around him.
“Wait, who are you here with?” Lucius asked curiously. The boy looked to be a dead ringer for Severus and he was quite sure he knew the answer himself.
“My da…I mean…Professor Snape,” he stammered out stumbling over his words. Harry was sure that Malfoy wasn’t supposed to know about him.
“And who is he to you?” Lucius pressed, blocking the child’s way once more. He had heard the start of the boy’s mistake, it sounded like Severus was his father. He wasn’t surprised, but why would Severus hide the boy from everyone?
Harry frowned, how was he supposed to answer that?
“I need the loo sir, please can you move?” He asked quietly, knowing that this tactic tended to work every time.
“Of course child,” he replied stepping out the way, revealing Snape a row behind them.
“Professor,” Harry called out, quickly walking to him.
Severus stilled as he saw Lucius, his face still the blank mask. He hurried towards Harry and lifted him up, whispering to him for a moment before nodding.
“Severus, I didn’t know you had a son,” Lucius said questioningly.
“I don’t, this is my nephew,” Severus said lying smoothly.
“Oh? Why haven’t I heard of him?” He pressed; he didn’t honestly believe that the small version of Severus was just his nephew though.
“He’s been living with his mother in America,” Severus said curtly.
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Lucius said skeptically.
“Half-sister from the Prince’s side and you know how Princes can be,” Severus said as if that explained everything.
“They’re very elusive when they want to be,” Lucius replied with a look of understanding. He decided to the let the question go, knowing already that even though Severus was his friend, the man was full of secrets.
“Right indeed,” Severus responded
“How old is he?” Lucius asked after a moment of silence went by.
“He’s 10, if that is all Emery needs the toilet.” Severus interjected. “Quite urgently,” he added with a frown.
“Of course, I apologize for keeping you,” Lucius murmured easily.
“That’s alright, we’ll be going now,” Severus said turning to go.
“Don’t forget that afternoon luncheon tomorrow at the Manor,” Lucius said swiftly.
“We’ll be there,” Severus replied heading to the counter.
Harry laid his head down on Snape’s shoulder, not liking what just occurred. As Snape paid for the books and headed back to the pub, Harry closed his eyes.
“Did you really need the toilet Harry?” Severus asked as they entered the pub.
“No sir,” He replied softly.
“Alright, home we go,” he murmured.
“But we didn’t get to visit the sweet’s shop, and you said we could.” Harry mumbled out sadly.
Severus sighed before heading over to Honeydukes, allowing the child to pick an entire bag of what he wanted. Of course Harry wasn’t going to be allowed to eat it all in one time, but nonetheless it was his treat for the day. He paid for the candy and grabbed Harry’s hand walking back to the Leaky Cauldron. Picking him up once more they flooed back to the Manor.
He set Harry down and ushered him into his room to go wrap his gifts before heading to his potion’s lab. He had a lot to prepare for their lunch tomorrow at the Malfoys. |
Thanks for all the support last chapter..it really made me feel loved >.< I'm kidding, but the omo is back, so hope you enjoy this since it was clear you didnt last time. This is the chapter where we get see the fatherly side of Lucius..although Draco is back to his spoiled self, so it makes for an awesome chapter, not to mention its super long.
Chapter 84
Severus sighed softly as he got Harry ready for their luncheon at the Malfoys. He was at odds at the whole thing; because he wanted to go but at the same time he didn’t want to go. He knew that Lucius had been curious about the dark haired child he was with and here they were. He didn’t want to get on Lucius’s bad side, they were after all friends. In a way Severus did want to go, but he didn’t want to risk Harry so he was taking precautions.
"Remember Harry, today you're a pureblood and your name is Emery Prince and it’s very crucial that you tell them your age is 10. That way they will not ask about your schooling. I know that you don’t like Draco but please remember you’re not supposed to know him." Severus said stressing the last part.
"I know this dad, I’ll remember," Harry promised. "Err...I mean Uncle Severus," he corrected himself with a grimace.
"I know I don’t like it either, are you ready to go?" Severus asked patiently.
"Yes sir," Harry said absently playing with the amulet around his neck.
It gave him a sense of calm. It was filled with a ton of protective and glamour charms. It changed his voice and made him look more like his dad, in addition to the potion. Harry actually found himself really liking the look, though he wished his green eyes were present on his face instead of the darkest brown ones he had ever seen.
Harry took a breath as he father picked him up and walked over to the floo.
“Did you use the loo Harry?” Severus asked as a precautionary.
“I don’t have to go,” Harry mumbled out.
“Are you sure?” Severus said skeptically.
“I’m sure,” Harry promised. He held tight to the man as they disappeared in the green flames.
He was only aware that they had made it, when he heard a feminine voice that caused him to look up.
“Emery, this is Narcissa Malfoy, and standing next to her is Draco her son. You met Lucius yesterday,” Severus said as he set the boy on his feet.
“Pleased to meet you m’am,” Harry stated politely as he held out his hand and shook hers.
“It’s nice to meet you too sweetie, why don’t you go play with Draco?” Narcissa said with a smile. She could see what Lucius was talking about; it was like looking into a younger version of Severus without the hooked nose.
Draco wrinkled his nose at the word play but nodded to his mother before gesturing for the boy to follow him.
Harry gave Snape a last look, not wanting to follow the blonde boy. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t refuse before quickly hurrying to catch up with the Slytherin. He wasn’t sure where they went, there were too many turns and hallways to keep track of. Soon enough they came to a door, and Harry walked in after Draco, his eyes nearly popping out at how much stuff the boy had in there. The room was the size of their sitting room plus the kitchen, and it had its only personal toilet. He shook his head turning to his gaze to Draco.
“So how old are you again?” Draco asked finally as he took a seat on his bed.
“10,” Harry answered, as he stood up awkwardly.
“Sit down Emery, I don’t bite,” Draco said with a smirk.
Unsure of where to sit Harry plopped on the floor, tucking his legs underneath him. He looked up when he felt eyes on him and he stared back in confusion at Malfoy’s.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked in shock as he looked to the door. If his father came in to check and saw the boy on the floor, he would think Draco told him to sit there. He knew his father was mad at him, he just wasn’t sure what he did; and Draco didn’t want to get in anymore trouble.
“Sitting,” Harry replied simply,
“Why are you sitting down there?” Draco asked with a frown.
“Because I wasn’t sure where I was allowed to sit,” Harry said with a sigh.
“Get off the floor Emery, “Draco ordered finally.
Harry stood up quickly, hating the boy’s tone. He was starting to remind Harry of Dudley and he knew already that he was a guest. So whatever Draco said, he had to do or at least that’s what he thought.
“Sit on the chair,” Draco said with a sigh. “Do you like Quidditch?”
“Yeah, I love it, I’m a good seeker, Dad says so,” Harry said proudly.
“I thought Snape was your Uncle?” Draco said with a raised eyebrow.
“He is,” Harry said quickly; face flushing in embarrassment at his mistake.
“Then who did you call dad?” Draco asked.
“My father,” Harry said with a smirk; that resembled Snape so it had Draco shuddering.
“And your father is who?” Draco pressed.
“My Dad,” Harry replied cheekily.
He knew what he was doing, he was embracing the Slytherin in him and he loved outsmarting the blonde. Served him right anyways, he didn’t like Draco; which reminded him that he had yet to read the stupid letter from the boy. Snape had said he had to read it to see what Draco had to say, so he couldn’t throw it away yet.
Draco hit his hand against his forehead as he stared at the smaller boy in annoyance. He was a Malfoy and was used to getting what he wanted and yet this smaller kid was toying with him, he would show him not to mess with him.
“Let’s go play some Quidditch,” Draco finally said before standing up.
“I didn’t bring my Nimbus,” Harry said with a frown.
“I have a broom, come along Emery,” Draco said before walking out the room.
Harry sighed before standing up and making his way after the boy. Walking outside took awhile, but it was worth it as he saw the Quidditch pitch, it was as big as the one back at school. He waited while Draco got the brooms and they both took to the air.
Back inside Severus was talking with Lucius about a special potion he was making that would help with the call. He was advising the man on whether or not he should spy. He didn’t bother trying to hide his own double agent status, the man knew already. After all it had been Lucius who had found him the day after the Potter’s murders mourning over Lily. He had spilled everything to the man then, and he had kept his secret. He would help them anyway that he could.
“Severus, I need an honest answer from you about something,” Narcissa said as she walked into the room.
“Yes Cissa, ask away,” Severus said easily.
“Who is Emery really?” She asked bluntly.
“My nephew as I said,” Severus said slowly.
Severus could only watch as she smirked at him before shaking her head in disbelief. He held his tongue, holding true to his lie; as much as he trusted them he needed an oath before he would let any of them around Harry.
~*~*~*~*
Harry and Draco flew around for a few hours, breaking a few times for the drinks that the house elves left out for them. As they finally came down, after being told to wash up for lunch Harry started to become aware of something. He needed to use the toilet. He had been a bit excited and scared this morning when they came, and though he didn’t need to use it at the time, he did now. He laid his broom on the ground as Draco instructed before following the boy back to the house.
Harry walked behind him silently. They had played a game of seekers, and Draco had lost every single game except for one when he cheated and pushed Harry. He sighed and grimaced rubbing the bruise on his arm from the other boy. He wasn’t worried, knowing that he could use the toilet in the boy’s room right? As they entered Draco’s room, he didn’t want to be rude so he waited for a few minutes before turning to the boy.
“Draco, can I use your loo?” Harry asked politely.
“No you cannot,” Draco said with a frown.
“Why not?” Harry asked quietly. He didn’t understand; he wasn’t Harry Potter at the moment, why couldn’t he go pee?
“Because I said so, and its’ my loo,” Draco said with a smirk.
“That’s mean, and you’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m the guest,” Harry said as he shifted on his chair. The bathroom was in sight but he was forbidden to use it, and that made his need worsen.
“Who cares, I didn’t ask for you to come here.” Draco said, still feeling angry at having lost to the 10 year old. He was pissed that the smaller boy had beat him, not to mention he was the nephew/dad of the man who refused to let him use the toilet, resulting in him having an accident in class. He wanted to get back with Snape, and this was the perfect way to do that.
Harry frowned for a few more moments, before standing up. He couldn’t sit here; he knew the outcome would be he would pee himself. He didn’t want the blonde to witness that, especially since this would be his doing.
“Fine, can I use the toilet in the hall?” Harry asked after a moment.
“Sure,” Draco said with a wicked grin on his face.
“Where is it?” Harry asked, inwardly sighing in relief. He mused that Draco probably was just afraid of germs or something since he was giving him directions to the hallway toilet. He missed the expression on the young Slytherin’s face.
“So you said in the next hallway over, go down to the end and turn left?” Harry asked to clarify it. He willed his body to be still, his legs trying to give in to the fidgeting.
“Yup, that’s what I said,” Draco said with a smirk. Knowing the only room Emery would end up in was a towel cupboard, the toilet not even close to it.
“Kay, I’ll be right back then,” Harry said before walking out the room.
Draco stuck his head out the room with and smiled evil smile as he watched Emery walk down the hall. He watched him walk right pass a perfectly good toilet, but the kid had no idea.
Harry sighed in relief as he turned the corner, because he was no longer in view of Draco. He finally grabbed himself, sighing in relief for a moment. He now felt like he could hold it for at least 10 minutes more than feeling like he’d lose it right there. He had been really hiding his desperation from Draco, not sure if the boy would try to prevent him from going again.
Trying to remember the directions in this huge manor brought trouble to Harry. He knew it was impolite to open closed doors at someone elses house so he was at a loss. He didn’t know where the toilet was and his need was urgent.
"Draco?" He called out, hoping the blonde boy could hear him. "Draco I don’t know where it is," Harry groaned out. He turned around in a circle, hoping to see the blonde boy. Which way did he come from anyway? He gasped as he realized he was lost in a Manor not his own and he had to go pee.
He continued walking around aimlessly until his bladder contracted something viciously and he found himself bent over trying to keep the flood back. His eyes filled with tears he didn’t want to wet himself here of all places.
"Draco please I really have to go,” Harry whimpered out as a tear made his way down his cheek.
Meanwhile though Lucius had a house elf inform the boys that lunch was ready he still headed to Draco's room to see what they had gotten up too. He could see that Narcissa wanted to talk to Severus alone and he allowed it. He entered his son’s room and looked around in shock, at seeing only his son. Where was the other child?
"Where’s Emery?" He asked curiously.
"I think he’s in the loo," Draco replied dismissively.
"You don’t know?" Lucius said in a quiet tone.
"Well no. He said he needed the loo," he said with a shrug.
"And where did you instruct him to go?" Lucius said getting a bad feeling in his stomach, since he could see the door to Draco's loo open and empty.
"Out in the hall, maybe he got lost," Draco said a gleeful expression on his face.
Lucius gave his son a deadly look and he watched as the happiness turned to one of a fear before his expression turned to a contrite one. He sighed softly; didn’t Draco understand who that little boy was?
“What have you done?” He asked his tone serious.
“Just played a little joke on him,” Draco said softly, good mood gone.
"That is Severus's nephew or son I haven’t deduced which one. For both our sakes I hope everything is alright," Lucius said before heading down the hall looking for the child.
Lucius found Emery standing in a particular position that he himself had been familiar with growing up with Draco. He frowned; Draco was going to be punished for this. Had the boy learned nothing? What was so funny about denying someone their right for the toilet? He didn’t get, and he didn’t want to get it. What he couldn’t understand was why Draco chose Emery. What had the boy done to him?
Harry heard footsteps near him and sighed in relief thinking it was Draco.
"Merlin, Draco, I thought you were ignoring me. I’m sorry I beat you in Quidditch, and that I threatened to tell Snape about you hurting me, but this isn’t funny anymore. I need the toilet," he said quickly before turning around to see to his horror that it wasn’t Draco at all.
Lucius was staring at the child with narrowed eyes, his anger for his son growing. All of this was done because the child beat him at a game? And what did he mean about the hurting him part? Lucius hoped Draco hadn’t done something else stupid.
"I’m so sorry sir," Harry said automatically, as he tried to straighten up.
"Nonsense child, follow me," Lucius said gently before leading him towards the nearest loo.
Harry tried to walk faster but just like that time at the Weasleys he could feel himself leaking with every step he took. He bit his jaw hard to stop the tears, not wanting to cry in front of the man.
"Here it is," Lucius said opening the door to one of the most glamorous toilets he had ever seen.
Harry didn’t really care his eyes only for the porcelain throne near the wall.
"Thank you sir," he said voice twinge with desperation and gratefulness.
"You’re welcome child," Lucius said before shutting to door behind Emery.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he was alone, as he hobbled towards the toilet. He knew in the back of his mind that this was a lost cause but he wanted to try anyways. As he stood in front of the toilet he didn’t have time to do anything as his bladder suddenly released itself. He gasped in shock, horror and fear and finally relief as he thoroughly wet himself; the puddle expanding underneath him.
He closed his eyes wishing with all his magic that this wasn’t happening but when he opened it, he found it the same. Sniffling as he finished wetting himself he looked up and remembering where he was, he burst into tears.
Lucius had gone back into Draco's room to find his son still looking horrified.
"Why did you do that Dragon?" He asked sternly.
"I don’t know why Father, did he make it?" Draco asked in a small voice.
He had done it for revenge for Snape making him wet in front of the whole class. He frowned, and though he knew that Emery hadn’t done anything to him, his Uncle had. Hit them where it hurts ya know? Granted he knew that it was his own fault for not going before class.
"I'm not sure," Lucius said quietly. "Go to the dining room, we'll meet you there,"
"Yes Father," Draco said softly before making his way there.
He was starting to feel guilty; Snape had even given him a potion for his bladder that helped. He gulped as he entered the dining room he could see his mother and Snape engaged in a conversation, he couldn’t tell what it was however as they had stopped talking once he entered.
"Draco, where’s Emery?" Narcissa asked, even as Severus opened his mouth to ask the same thing.
"He's with father," Draco said his head bent down in shame.
He kind of liked the boy, he was intelligent. Even though the kid was 10 for Merlin's sake he actually used his brain, unlike Draco's other friends. He really hoped the kid made it, otherwise there would be hell to pay if the look on Snape's face was anything to go by.
"Why is he with Lucius? What did he do?" Severus asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Well he had to use the loo," he confessed in a small voice.
"What did you did Mr. Malfoy?" Severus asked in a dark tone, his stomach dropping as he glared at the blonde boy.
“I didn’t…I didn’t let him use mine and gave him directions to the one out in the hall,” Draco whispered out softly.
“And, there’s more to this story, do enlighten us Mr. Malfoy,” Severus said his dark eyes glittering.
“I don’t know, I…” Draco looked down in shame
“Draconis Narciso Lucian Malfoy, what did you do?” Narcissa repeated the question, her tone just as severe.
Draco swallowed audibly as he looked from his teacher to his mother. This was going to be bad no matter what he said.
Back in the loo Harry was in his defensive position, only this time taking refuge in the tub as he cried in his knees.
"Emery, are you alright in there?" Lucius asked, even as he could hear the crying.
"No sir, can you get my dad…I mean my U-u-uncle S…Severus?" Harry whimpered out, crying harder as he realized his mistake.
"I would but I don’t want to leave you," Lucius said gently, sighing as he heard the admission. "May I come in?"
Harry shook violently, but it was either accept the senior Malfoy's help or be stuck like this until Snape came to look for him; if at all.
"Yes sir, I’m really sorry sir," Harry cried out as he heard the door open.
Lucius walked in to find the floor wet, and the child nowhere in sight. He sighed before cleaning up the mess. He was angry at his son, he had been right this was Severus’s child, and Draco had hurt him. He needed Severus’s help, and something like this could mess it up for them all.
"Where are you little one?" He asked kindly.
"In the tub," he whispered.
Lucius nodded before walking up to the tub. He looked down at the young boy before throwing a cleaning charm at him, along with a refreshing charm.
"I wanna go home," Harry whimpered out. He felt dirty still.
"I know you do, Draco should not have done that. I believe Severus and he are at odds at the moment, and he took it out on you," Lucius said apologetically.
“That’s mean; I didn’t even do anything to him. I don’t like Draco anymore,” Harry cried out into his knees. He didn’t care at that moment, that he was in the presence of Lucius, what was the point anyway.
Lucius winced before shaking his head; he knew the child had every right to mad and then some. He was even mad on the boy’s behalf, what the hell was the matter with Draco? He looked at the now clean boy in the tub his hand going to rub his back. The child tensed at first before leaning into the touch.
"What’s the matter?" Lucius asked softly.
"Wanna take a bath, I feel dirty," Harry replied quietly; as his sobs shook his small frame.
"Then a bath you shall have," Lucius murmured before lifting the small child out the tub and turning it on. Adding bubbles to the water, knowing Draco had liked those when he was his age, got a small smile out the child.
Harry wasn’t worried at the moment. The amulet would heat up if he was in any danger, and since he wasn’t supposed to know the man and the senior Malfoy had yet to do anything to him he went with it. After his bath and he had gotten redressed, he knew they were late for lunch now.
"Come little one, I’m sure they’re worried about us," Lucius said picking the small boy up and making his way towards the dining room.
Draco was sitting in his chair quietly, but he could literally feel the tension roll off his mum and teacher. He had no idea what they were talking about and he didn’t care. Though he had a hunch it was about his appalling behavior as his Professor had said. He looked up when his father walked in, with Emery in his arms.
Severus stood up, a million things running through his head. The first and foremost, was Harry ok? The second was did Lucius find out anything, and the third was Lucius better punish Draco or Severus would do it for him.
"Lucius how is he?" He asked carefully.
"Your child is fine Severus though he did however have an accident, but we took care of it," Lucius replied quietly.
“The poor dear,” Narcissa said softly.
"Little one, do you wanna get down?" Lucius asked quietly as he rubbed the child’s back.
"I'm sleepy," Harry mumbled out tiredly.
"Don’t you want to have lunch?" Severus asked softly.
"No, I wanna go home," Harry replied with a sigh as he was transferred to Severus.
Severus nodded to Lucius over Harry's head.
"I'll floo you tonight," Lucius said though his eyes moved over to Draco.
They would be having words, not to mention he was going to apologize for this. Severus Snape was not a man to cross; Lucius had found that out himself. The man was so protective over things that were his and Draco had hurt his child. This did not bode well for Lucius or Draco for that matter.
"Of course," Severus said. "Narcissa, Draco," he said formally before turning to walk to the floo room.
Harry hugged his father tight as they landed in their manor.
"Draco's mean no matter what you do," Harry said softly as he was carried to his room.
"Draco is angry with me and he took it out on you. Don’t worry; I’m sure Lucius will straighten him out. After your nap I want to talk about what happen." He said as he got him dressed for bed.
"Mr. Malfoy was nice to me, though I messed up today," Harry said as he drifted off to sleep.
"Lucius is many things. Emery is pureblooded and not someone he considers his enemy. He is known to cherish children, which is why Draco is so spoiled." Severus murmured as he turned off the light, before walking out of the room. He frowned as he pondered Harry’s words, what did he mean by he messed up? |
One upon a time, I used to update this story everyday, and then life caught up with me and I stopped. I have free time at the moment..since my school doesnt start yet and I dont work that much, so I pretty much have no life at the moment lol. Hope you like...and if you dont..keep it to yourself, I would rather not know it.
Chapter 85
Harry woke up a few hours later from his nap to soaked sheets, and he looked down in horror. He could tell immediately that he didn’t have his special underwear and nearly freaked before he realized it was ok since he was at home. He sighed once before pushing Paddy off the bed, the dog looking at him in confusion.
“I wet my bed, I do that a lot,” Harry told the dog softly as he stripped off his bed.
He was in the process of climbing on the mattress to check that it didn’t stain when his door opened.
“Harry what are you doing?” Severus asked in confusion.
“I didn’t have my goodnight on when I went to sleep,” Harry said frowning, he usually didn’t forget something like that. Why had he forgotten to do it today then?
“That was my fault child,” Severus said with a sigh before cleaning and straightening the bed. He cleaned up Harry before picking him up and setting him back on the bed.
Harry leaned against Snape tiredly, refusing to think on what had actually happened earlier that day.
“We need to talk about what happened today Harry,” Severus said gently.
“I don’t want too,” Harry said with a frown.
“I know you don’t child, but the sooner we get to the bottom of this the sooner we can forget it.” Severus promised.
Harry sighed softly before nodding. He ran his fingers through Paddy’s fur as he explained everything that happened. He even showed the man the bruise on his arm that Draco had given him during their Quidditch match. He moved on to tell his father about how Lucius treated him kindly and how he had accidently slipped and he was pretty sure that Mr. Malfoy knew Snape was Harry’s dad. When he was through he leaned back against his father’s chest, knowing the man was thinking as he had yet to say anything.
“What’s going to happen now?” Harry asked finally, when the silence became too much.
“Lucius will floo me tonight, and then I will be able to tell you.” Severus promised before picking up Harry and heading downstairs for an early dinner.
~*~*~*~*~
Back at the Malfoy’s Draco was now grounded to his room, while Lucius sat down in his study for a stiff drink. He had to walk away from his son, lest he do something to him out of anger. He could see Cissy pacing out the corner of his eyes and he sighed gesturing to her to come over. Before she could say a word he had spoken.
“Emery is Severus’s son, not his nephew like he told us,” Lucius said with a sigh.
“Are you sure?” She asked, though she knew in her heart when she had seen him first off.
“I am, the child asked me if I could get his dad after his accident today. Draco hurt something of Severus’s, and I will have to fix it,” He said with a shake of his head.
“How will you do that?” Narcissa asked quietly.
“I do not know, however I need to floo him in a bit,” Lucius said with a weary sigh.
“It will be alright dear,” Narcissa said quietly.
“Will it? What do I have to do to get Draco to understand what he did was wrong? How would he like it if someone did that to him? I should just send him over to Severus for punishment,” He said with a huff.
“That’s actually not a bad idea; Severus is known to be a harsh disciplinarian. But he would never hurt a child, otherwise we both know Harry Potter would be number one on his list,” Narcissa said with a frown.
“When I floo him tonight, I’ll ask him about it,” Lucius promised.
~*~*~*~*~
Later on that night after making sure that Harry was in bed and made sure that both of his comfort items were on the bed with him Severus went downstairs to his study. He set a selective privacy charm where he would be allowed to hear Harry; but if Harry woke up the child wouldn’t hear him. Setting his chair up he waited for Lucius, he didn’t have to wait long though. Severus sat up as the floo flared green and he unlocked it, and soon enough he could see Lucius.
“Come on over Lucius, I do not wish to bend down and talk to you today,” Severus said quietly.
He waited for the man patiently as he flooed over, and then took a seat across from his desk.
“Severus before you say anything, I want to apologize to you about Draco’s horrid behavior this afternoon.” Lucius started off regretfully.
Severus clenched his fists for a moment before calming himself as he stared back at his friend with a blank mask.
“Apology accepted on one condition,” Severus said firmly.
“What’s the condition?” Lucius asked quietly.
“A formal apology to Emery and I assume that he is being punished?” Severus asked, if Lucius thought that Draco was getting away with this he had another thing coming. If the man failed to punish his son, Draco would soon have a month’s work of detention when they returned to school.
“He is grounded to his room for the moment,” Lucius started off carefully.
“That’s it? That’s all the punishment he’s getting?” Severus asked in disbelief.
“Funny you should mention punishment. Narcissa and I are hoping that you would watch Draco for the next two days. It seems we are needed in France,” Lucius said with a glint in his eye.
“Emery will still be here, I do not trust your child with mine,” Severus said with a frown. There was no point to hide it since Harry had informed him that Lucius knew about it already.
Lucius grimaced, he had been expecting that. He knew Severus held a grudge, he only hoped that wouldn’t be one of those times.
“I know Severus, but this way you will be able to oversee Draco’s punishment while he’s here,” Lucius said slyly.
“I’m a Slytherin as well Lucius; do not try to outsmart me. I will allow him to stay however, but only because Narcissa will guilt me one way or another,” Severus said agreeing after a moment.
Lucius nodded, he knew exactly how his wife could be. He sighed, before continuing his talk with his friend. Soon talk shifted from Draco and Emery to back to when the Dark Lord comes back.
About an hour later, Severus stood up as Lucius rose to go back home.
“We’ll floo in tomorrow morning around 9:00am,” Lucius said before grabbing the floo powder.
“We’ll be here; it would be wise to inform Draco that I will not tolerate any harm to come to Emery while he stays here.” Severus said calmly, though his eyes said another story. They promise retribution if Draco hurt Emery; he needed Lucius to understand that.
“I know Severus, I understand,” Lucius said before flooing home.
Severus sighed softly before locking his floo back and heading back upstairs to check on Harry. Seeing him sleeping Severus silently walked out and to his room.
~*~*~*~
The next morning found Severus grading papers when he heard the floo ring. He sighed as he heard Harry quickly run up the stairs and into his room. He moved over to answer it and allow the two people to come through.
“Good morning Severus, I trust you slept well,” Lucius said conversationally as flooed in before Draco.
“Well enough,” Severus murmured turning to his dark gaze on the young boy who appeared in his sitting room.
Lucius could feel the tension in the room and held back a grimace. He didn’t envy his son for the next few days in the slightest.
“Where is Emery, Severus?” Lucius asked curiously.
“In his room, he’s not happy about this arrangement at all. Then again, neither am I,” Severus said quietly.
He could see the young Slytherin flinch slightly out the corner of his eye. He felt nothing at the moment; see how the child liked it to be where no one wanted him. Although truth be told, he had failed to mention this to Harry yet, and he hoped the boy would take it well.
“I know and I’m so sorry about that, and once again I thank you for agreeing to watch Draco on such short notice,” Lucius said with a heavy sigh. “Do you think I could say hello to Emery?”
“Of course, just let me go and get him. Take a seat,” Severus said before turning and heading up the stairs.
Harry had been at the kitchen table, deep in thought trying to push what Draco had done to him away from his mind. He had nearly done it when he heard the floo and he quickly hurried upstairs, not wanting to get stuck in a closet again. Not that he thought Snape would do that again, but why tempt fate?
He stayed in his room, knowing it could be anyone. Unbeknownst to him Severus had made sure to lock the floo, so while they could hear who it was, no one could floo through or fire call, unless you were keyed in. He was on the floor playing with Paddy when his father rushed in with a potion vial.
"Dad, what’s going on? Who was down there?” Harry asked immediately standing up and taking in his father's expression.
"Lucius is here with Draco." Severus said quietly.
"I don’t wanna play with Draco, he’s mean," Harry said shaking his head, his grip tightening on Paddy.
"I know he is, but we don’t have a choice in this. Lucius asked me to watch him for two days, and I said I would," Severus explained.
"Of course you did. I guess this means you’re gonna pretend to hate me again?" Harry asked, his face gaining a sad expression.
"Merlin no child, I do need you to take this though," he said holding out the vial.
Harry sighed and gulped it down with a grimace; he could feel his body changing, so he knew what potion it was.
"Emery, are you ready?" Severus asked gently.
"I guess so," Harry said with a sigh as he headed towards the door, Paddy following behind him.
Severus didn’t bother telling him to keep the dog in the room, who cared if Draco had an aversion to them, this was Harry’s house. As much as he didn’t like the mutt, he wasn’t about to play favorites to his Slytherin at home, especially when he was forced to at work.
“Emery say hello,” Severus instructed when all Harry did was stare silently when he entered the room.
“Hi Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said smiling a bit shyly as he remembered how the man helped him yesterday.
“Hello again little one, how are you today?” Lucius asked with a smile of his own.
“I’m fine sir, this is my dog Paddy,” Harry said proudly as he ran his hands through the animal’s fur. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why Paddy felt so tensed all of a sudden.
“And what a lovely dog he is child,” Lucius said before turning to Draco and giving him a look.
“Hi Emery,” Draco said softly.
Harry frowned before shaking his head; he glanced at his father who was nodding. Harry shook his head again; he wasn’t speaking to that oaf. Why should he be nice when the other boy wasn’t?
“Draco has something to tell you Emery,” Lucius said finally, when they all realize that he wasn’t going to speak to Draco.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” Harry said with narrowed eyes.
“Emery,” Severus said in a warning tone.
“But Dad he was really mean to me yesterday. You weren’t there,” Harry blurted out, he could feel his hurt coming back and he turned his gaze to the floor.
“I know he was mean to you child, I am aware of what he did to you. I know you don’t want to forgive him but to let this fester would be detrimental to your health. I will not risk you becoming like me,” Severus said firmly.
Harry nodded before turning his gaze back to the blondes.
“I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday, it was wrong and I should not have done that to you. I’m very sorry for what happened as well,” Draco said sincerely, regret in his tone as he watched the younger boy.
“Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Your father made you apologize, and I do not accept it. You’re ruining our holiday and I hate you for it,” Harry said before running out of the room, Paddy following him closely.
Lucius shook his head with a sigh. “I can’t blame him Severus, so please don’t punish him for speaking the truth.”
“I wasn’t going to, maybe inform him that there is a time and place for everything. But at the moment, I’m going to give him some time to cool down,” Severus said before gesturing to Draco to grab his bag.
“I will see you in a few days Dragon, behave yourself, Severus has every right to punish you as he sees fit.” Lucius said before hugging his son tightly.
“Goodbye Father,” Draco whimpered out. He didn’t want him to be here, with people who seemed like they would rather him dead. He couldn’t believe what Emery had said, or the fact that his father had agreed with him.
Lucius nodded, before flooing back to the Manor, leaving Draco along with Severus.
“Come on along Draco, let me show you where you will be staying,” he said turning to walk out the sitting room and up the stairs.
Draco followed quietly, his frown deepening. He could see it now, staying in a room not fit for a house elf. Imagine his surprise when his teacher opened the door to reveal a normal bedroom, with blue walls.
“This is your room while you’re here with us. I expect you to keep it clean.” Severus said as he pointed out different things.
“Yes sir,” Draco answered respectfully.
“Emery’s room is across from your and two doors down. And may Merlin help you if you try to harm him,” Severus murmured darkly.
“I won’t sir, I promise. And for the record sir I didn’t know he was your son,” Draco said softly as if that excused his actions.
“I introduced him as my nephew, which meant he was mine. The fact that you hurt something of mine makes me angry. I do not easily forgive,” Severus said before shaking his head.
“Sir, what am I supposed to do for my punishment?” Draco asked quietly.
“I will tell you after lunch, at the moment find Emery and try again.” Severus said before heading towards his own bedroom. He could see by the way the door was closed that Harry wasnt in his room, since the boy prefered to leave his door open.
Draco sighed before grabbing his bag and starting to unpack his clothes, not wanting to get in trouble for not doing this.
Harry was in Snape’s room, huddled in the middle of the bed crying into Paddy’s fur. Draco couldn’t find him here, because Harry knew the boy didn’t know the way to Snape’s room. He felt horrible, why did Malfoy have to invade his house too? He just wanted this to be the best Christmas holidays and they were turning out to be a bad one. He sniffled piteously, vaguely hearing the door open.
“Harry it’s alright,” Severus said spelling the door and a ward around the room before hurrying over to Harry.
He ignored the look he was getting from the dog in favor of picking his child up and rocking him.
“Don’t fret child, I promise it’s only for two days. And on the bright side, I get to spoil you senseless, so please don’t worry about me having to pretend like at school,” Severus murmured as he wiped away Harry’s tears.
“I don’t want him here, he’s ruining everything,” Harry cried out.
“I know child, but maybe you and Draco will be able to come to an understanding,” Severus said carefully.
“I not the one who made him pee himself. I helped him in class one time when he almost peed. Why does he have to be so mean? I didn’t even do anything to him,” Harry whimpered.
“Anger makes one do a lot of things, they wouldn’t normally do. Trust me on this child, everything will be alright in the end,” Severus said soothingly.
“Ok,” Harry said softly, trying to stop the flow of tears. Eventually he got them to stop and he laid up again his father with a content sigh.
“Did you want to take Paddy outside and fly?” Severus asked gently, knowing that always cheered Harry up.
“Yes sir, I want too,” Harry agreed immediately.
“Draco may follow you, but try to give him a chance Harry. After all, 3rd time’s the charm right?” Severus murmured.
“That’s what the muggles say, but since I’m not a muggle I don’t believe that.” Harry said with a weary sigh as he signaled to Paddy to get off the bed.
“Just try Harry,” Severus repeated before standing up.
Harry nodded before running out the room. “Race you downstairs Paddy!” He yelled, quickly taking off down the hall.
Harry grinned as the dog easily slipped passed him, and ignored the blonde head he saw poking out of a door. He laughed before running down the stairs and towards the back door and outside. Harry flopped on the ground tiredly before shrieking.
“Gross Paddy, ewww dog slobber,” he said trying to push the dog off of him.
He sat up with a grin before rushing over to their shed and pulling his Nimbus out. He was just about to mount it when he realized Paddy was growling at something and he turned around.
“Malfoy,” Harry said with sneer that he had seen his father do once before.
“Do you mind if I watch?” Draco asked quietly.
“I mind that very much,” Harry said tightly. “Leave me alone,”
“You’re father told me that I could come out here,” Draco said carefully.
“Of course he did,” Harry said before sighing as he rose off the ground. “Be nice Paddy.” He said before he took off soaring through the air.
Draco watched jealously, he hadn’t brought his broom because he hadn’t been allowed. He wasn’t about to ask Emery if he had another one, because the boy was really angry with him. Draco sighed, knowing it was his own fault why. He looked at the grim like dog as he carefully took a seat on the ground. He was convinced that the animal was going to bite him if he was given even half a chance.
Draco leaned back on the grass and ended up dozing off as Emery floo around. When he woke up about an hour or so later, the dog Paddy was it? Was lying on the grass looking at him and he suppressed a shiver. He frowned before standing up slowly and making his way back to the house and to his room. He stayed there all alone until lunch, when he headed down to the kitchen.
“Did you have a nice fly Emery?” Severus asked as they took a seat and started eating.
“Yeah I did, I had a lot of fun too,” Harry said grinning.
“Did Draco fly with you?” Severus asked casually.
“No, he watched for a little bit though,” Harry replied as he ate.
Draco kept silent the entire time. As he ate he was aware of this building pressure in his lower abdomen. He knew immediately what was the matter, only problem was he didn’t know where the toilet was in this Manor. Snape had neglected to tell him earlier, and he wasn’t feeling brave enough to ask. As lunch finished up Draco stood up unsure of what he was to be doing.
“Emery go play, Draco and I are going to the lab,” Severus said as he stood up as well.
Harry frowned deeply, his every emotion on his face once again. Why did Snape want to go to the lab with Draco? He wasn’t even allowed in the lab, so why was Draco? What did this mean? Was his dad getting rid of him? He wasn’t aware of the fact that he was whimpering until he realized two sets of eyes were on him.
“No child, he’s not going to make a potion. He’s going to be chopping up flobberworms and the like,” Severus reassured him.
“But, can I come too? I wanna brew,” Harry whispered out.
“Alright, let’s go then,” Severus said easily before leaving out the kitchen and to his lab. |
This is the other half of the previous chapter, it was long enough. After this the boys will more or less get along. No warnings this chapter although you might feel a bit bad for Draco..then again, that could just be me.
Chapter 86
Draco could only watch as Snape basically melted before allowing the boy in the lab. Didn’t the boy know that he had Snape wrapped around his finger? He shook his head, feeling sorry for himself for what he did. This was going to suck, why did he have to chop them after he had just eaten lunch? Was the man trying to make him physically ill as well?
Severus instructed Draco what his chores were once they got in the lab, and set Draco on a desk before leading Harry towards the cauldrons.
“What am I making?” Harry asked excitedly, as his father instructed Paddy to stay in the corner as to not be in the way.
“Dreamless sleep,” Severus murmured turning to the page.
Harry nodded before going to get the ingredients. As he started in on the potion he could have groaned as he felt his bladder twinge. He so didn’t want to deal with it right now and just focused on ignoring it as he worked.
Draco got into his own zone as he started dicing the flobberworms in tiny squares. He swallowed constantly as his lunch threatened to show itself again. He looked up as he finished a half of a cauldron of them to see how the other two people in the lab was doing.
Emery was bouncing up and down his hand occasionally grabbing his crotch as he worked, where Snape was the opposite studying the potion diligently.
Harry didn’t notice anything as he tried to make sure his potion was perfect again. He danced on the spot, stifling a gasp as he lost a spurt. He was just about to speak up when he felt Paddy poke his nose in his leg. He looked down at the dog before turning back to the potion. He could feel Paddy’s pushing him once more and he nodded his head knowing he’d better say something. He mused that the dog was becoming to notice his little signals just like his dad.
"I am," he said with a sigh. "Daddy?" He called as he danced around.
"What is it Em? Severus asked absently.
"Is there a loo in here?" Harry tried to ask casually but end up wiggling his hips frantically to keep it all in.
Severus heard the tension in his voice and turned around quickly. He opened his mouth to speak but Harry beat him too it.
"I got caught up in brewing, I’m sorry," he said anxiously as he pulled out his wand to perform a stasis charm on the cauldron.
"I see," Severus said in amusement.
"So can I go pee?" Harry asked hurriedly.
"Do you see the sink by the door over there?" Severus asked gesturing to it.
"Yes sir," Harry said starting to jump around more so.
"It’s a toilet behind the door, go use it. Call me if you need help," Severus instructed as he turned back to the potion.
"Yes sir," Harry replied before rushing to it and disappearing inside.
Sure enough it was a toilet with a shower as well. He mused that he hadn’t know this was here before closing the door. He left it open about halfway, before pulling off his overalls with ease. He was grateful for that as he didn’t want to call Snape for help in front of Draco.
He whipped himself out and aimed at the water, peeing immediately and forcefully.
Draco looked up at the sound of Harry peeing and he shifted once before turning to look at his Professor who didn’t seem to notice anything.
"He left the door open," Draco said in embarrassment, his eyes turned from the boy.
"He does that sometimes," Severus replied automatically.
"Why? Doesn’t he want privacy?" Draco asked curiously.
"No, in case he needs help its easier for him; though sometimes it’s to make sure I haven’t left him," Severus replied before shaking his head.
Draco nodded but didn’t say anything, what could he say? He was feeling wretched all over again. The smaller was so innocent and he had hurt him. He was angry at himself, and he definitely would apologize again. At the moment the only thing on his mind was that he couldn’t stand the sound and he hurriedly tried to tune it out with his dicing and chopping. He had to take a leak too, but he wasn’t about to ask to use it. He was still very wary of his teacher at this point.
He ignored the rest of the toilet noise, the flush and tried to keep from bouncing at the water in the sink. He watched the boy walk out of the toilet, relief obvious on his face. He frowned at the overalls though as they were crooked and twisted in the back, apparently Snape notice too.
"Emery come here," Severus said as he turned around.
"Alright," Harry replied as he walked over to his father.
Severus chuckled before turning his child around and unlatching his straps.
“Dad what are you doing?” Harry asked in horror.
“You’ve got your overalls all twisted,” Severus said in amusement.
“Oh,” Harry replied stupidly before allowing the man to fix them.
“There, go back to your potion,” Severus said once he’d finished.
“Thanks,” Harry chirped before doing just that.
Draco watched that little scene with hurt in his heart. He could remember being 10 and his father being able to spend time with him. Now it was all about the Malfoy tradition and pureblood values. As if he cared about any of that, he was only 13 years old. He shook his head getting rid of the thoughts before turning back to his chopping.
About 2 hours later Harry was sitting on a stool looking at his father make another potion. He wasn’t sure what it was but he was bored beyond belief. He had finished his potion ages ago, but he didn’t want to leave. Paddy was sleep, so he couldn’t even use him as a distraction.
“Dad I’m bored,” Harry said with a dramatic sigh.
“Go play then Emery,” Severus said simply.
“Play what?” He asked.
“I don’t know, why don’t you go explore the backyard or something. Don’t you want to ride your new bike?” Severus asked curiously.
“What bike?” Harry asked in shock.
“I was going to save it for a Christmas present, but since someone is so bored it’ll be an early one.” Severus said smiling slightly.
“Really? Where is it dad?” Harry asked excitedly as he stood up eagerly.
“In my closet, go on and get it,” Severus said ruffling his hair.
“Yes!” Harry cheered before hurrying out the lab. In his excitement Paddy looked up sleepily before standing up and running after him as headed up stairs.
Draco watched on jealously once more but didn’t say anything. He did glance from the toilet door and back to Snape every couple a minutes or so. His bladder was full and ready to be emptied and he couldn’t figure out how to tell his teacher that. The man was just so damn intimidating to him. He sighed softly as he chopped, his fingers were tired and he was thirsty too even though his body dared him to put more liquid into it.
“Draco would you like to have a break?” Severus asked quietly.
“Sir,” Draco replied not quite sure what the man was saying.
“Emery has two bikes in my closet. One is for when his friend comes over. I know you’re not his friend, but can I trust you to watch over him?” Severus asked seriously.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied honestly. He wouldn’t let any harm come to the boy, not if it meant that he was done chopping up these worms.
“Then you may go,” Severus replied easily.
“Yes sir, thank you,” Draco said excitedly before starting to walk out the lab.
“Go wash your hands at the sink first,” Severus said.
Draco nodded before hurrying up and doing that. He was unable to prevent the frantic dancing as the water ran; only hoping that Snape hadn’t seen. When he was finished he hurried up the stairs and had just made it when Harry was coming out of a room with a shiny green and silver bicycle.
“Emery, can you get the other bike?” Draco blurted out.
Harry looked at the other boy in shock before shrugging and going back to get it. All this anger was making him tired, and he didn’t really want to fight right now. Granted he wasn’t about to forgive the boy at all, but he would play with him. Harry grinned as he rolled back a red and black one, knowing this one was meant for Ron when he came over.
“Here you go Draco,” Harry said holding the bike out to him.
“Can I ride the green one?” Draco asked, as he looked at the color in disgust.
“Nope, that one’s mine,” Harry replied proudly before slowly starting to walk down the stairs with it.
Draco frowned but started following Emery. He stopped when he saw the dog following them.
"Is he coming too?" He asked trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
"Yes," Harry replied staring at the Slytherin in confusion. He thought the boy sounded a bit scared of Paddy. Harry turned around to get on his bike, keeping an eye on Draco in case he tried to do something to him.
"Oh," Draco replied softly before giving himself a squeeze. He sighed audibly in relief before getting on the bike.
Harry raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head. He wasn’t sure he saw right. He smiled before getting on his bike and started riding. He wobbled when he first started but he got the hang of it and grinned happily as he started to go faster.
He turned around to see Draco wiggling around on his bike. He didn’t think anything of it until Paddy started barking at him and then he slowed down. Harry frown, why was Paddy barking at Draco anyway?
"Hush Paddy, you’re scaring him," Harry told the dog as he looked at Draco.
"I'm gonna go back, to the Manor," Draco whimpered out. He had to go so bad, he knew he was gonna pee on himself unless he said something. He hadn’t used the toilet since he had first woken up that morning at home. And since it was now hitting 4:00pm it wasn’t that strange that he needed to use it again.
"Why?" Harry asked in confusion.
"I don’t...I need...nothing I just gotta go back," he said before awkwardly turning around. He had gotten off the bike to turn it and at the moment he was bent at the waist in a position Harry knew all too well.
"Do you have to wee Draco?" He asked curiously, looking at Paddy when he barked once more. Harry wasn’t sure, but he could swear the bark meant a yes.
"No I just have to get back," he whimpered before starting the short ride back to the house.
“I still think he’s going to wee,” Harry muttered before he shrugged as he continued his ride around the Manor. He was on lap number 3 when his watch started beeping. Looking around he could see it getting dark and he hurried back to the house bringing his bike into the house.
"Go wash up Harry," Severus told him as he walked in.
Harry did just that before coming to the kitchen table and taking a seat across from Draco, who didn’t look so good.
The boy had a sheen of sweat across his face which was red and he looked liked he might start crying at any moment.
"Draco, what’s wrong?" Harry asked as his father went to go grab the food from the kitchen.
"Your dad didn’t give me a tour of the Manor, so I don’t know where anything is," Draco said miserably quickly hoping the boy would catch on.
"What are you looking for?" Harry asked in return.
"The...," he started but Snape had just walked back in.
"The what?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, never mind I’m fine,” Draco said hurriedly.
"You don’t look fine," Harry muttered but he let it go as his father served the food.
Draco wiggled around in his seat as he grabbed his fork. He had to go so bad he couldn’t stand it. It was starting to hurt and he found himself rapidly blinking his eyes to stop the tears from falling.
Severus wasn’t oblivious he could see his Slytherin was upset about something but he didn’t know what. He assumed this was something trivial like the color of the bike maybe, since the boy had come back in before Harry.
"Dad something’s the matter with Draco," Harry finally whispered; not that the blonde was paying any attention to him.
"What do you mean?" Severus asked, before turning to look at the blonde boy.
"When we were out biking he looked like he needed a wee but he said no. And I thought that he was gonna use it when he came back in. But I was just talking to him and he said that you hadn’t given him a tour and he didn’t know where it was," Harry explained.
"Where what is Harry?" Severus asked curiously though he had a hunch.
"I don’t know he stopped when you came out, all he said was..," Harry trailed off when he heard Draco gasp.
Draco was trembling in his chair, as his bladder contracted over and over. He opened his mouth to ask where the toilet was but it was too late. He felt his boxers get warm and no amount of squeezing was going to help. He held stock still as he started peeing forcefully in his chair. He choked on a sob before burying his head in his hands the moment he heard his pee splattering on the hardwood floor below.
Harry was staring at the blond in horror.
"Dad, he's gonna pee, you didn’t tell him where the toilet was?" Harry asked horrified, having caught on that moment.
"I forgot child, and I believe it’s a little too late for that, as he is already peeing," Severus said dryly as he took in the scene.
Draco could hear them talking about him through his sobs, but he didn’t say anything. What could he possibly say? He was peeing himself at the dinner table, there went his manners. He felt his bladder emptying slowly, he mused that he really had to go because it felt like it was never going to end. Finally about a minute later, his stream finished, but he didn’t lift his head up. He still had no idea where the toilet was, so he couldn’t even shower.
“Dragon, are you finished?” Severus asked gently. He was feeling terrible; he didn’t bother to ask why Draco didn’t ask him. His mood hadn’t been the best all day, and he could understand the boy’s reluctance to ask.
“Yes sir,” Draco whispered out hoarsely.
“You wanna take a bath Draco? That’s what I always get when I have an accident,” Harry chirped in.
“I guess so,” Draco murmured, though he didn’t move from where he was. He didn’t want to see the puddle, or the mess he had made in the kitchen. He wasn’t even hungry anymore; he just wanted to go home.
“Come here Dragon,” Severus said softly, before standing up himself and picking the boy up.
“I’m wet, you’ll get it on you Professor,” Draco said piteously.
“True, but I can spell it away easily,” Severus said brushing it off.
“Emery, finish eating while I go get Draco cleaned up.” Severus said.
Harry nodded turning back to his pasta with a sad sigh. He felt horrible for the boy, but in a way, they were even. He grinned, maybe now they could actually play together. He was so looking forward to tomorrow. |
Alright, I'm through with my torturing of Draco, I will turn back to Harry's antics now, I just had to bring them closer together so to speak. Anywas I hope you guys enjoy this.
Chapter 87
After that disastrous dinner where Draco had his accident, Harry noticed that when he saw the boy after he was very subdued. He wasn’t sure what his father said to him, but he was feeling horrible for Draco. He smiled softly as he headed up to his room; Snape had promised that they would be going somewhere tomorrow and he was excited. He passed the blonde’s room on the way to his and he found his door closed. Harry wasn’t that brave and headed into his own room and got ready for bed. He was in the middle of getting dressed when Snape walked into his room.
“Did you get a bath Harry?” He asked quietly as he spelled the room.
“No, but can I take one tomorrow before we go?” Harry asked tiredly.
“You can, right after breakfast,” Severus murmured as he got him into bed. “Is your underwear on?”
“Yeah,” Harry replied softly as he basically melted in the pillow.
“Did you go pee?” Severus asked, going down the daily list.
“No but I don’t have too,” Harry said quickly not wanting to get up.
“Are you sure you don’t have to, or do you not just want to get up?” Severus pressed.
“I’m sleepy daddy,” Harry whined.
“Fine, you don’t have to go tonight,” Severus said with a frown.
He knew the only reason Harry was starting to whine because he was probably tired. He himself was tired; having to deal with Draco took a lot out of him. Especially since the blonde boy flinched every time he touched him. He finally talked to him and it turned out the boy had really taken to heart what his father had said. The child was afraid that he would take advantage of disciplining him because of what he did to Harry. Severus sighed, but he knew he would only punish Draco if he had too. That’s what took up most of his time, he had to reassure the boy that he wouldn’t hurt him.
“Good, night daddy.” Harry mumbled sleepily.
“Sleep tight child,” Severus said as he tucked him in. Making sure a small light in the corner was on he walked out the room and went to check on Draco.
~*~*~*
Draco had cried himself into a restless sleep, and it showed. He was tired and drained and he had noticed before that his stomach had hurt from holding it all day. He didn’t hear when Snape came in to check on him, nor did he feel when the man wiped the tears off his sleeping face. He was gone to the world, at least for a few hours. Around 2am he woke up, but it wasn’t because he wasn’t sleepy anymore, it was because his overworked bladder needed to be emptied again.
He groaned and slowly got out the bed, and toddled out to the hall. He frowned as he looked around; he still had no idea where the toilet was. Earlier Snape had carried him, and since his face had been buried in the man’s shoulder, he had neglected to see. He sighed as he crossed his legs, his bladder was severely weakened at the moment and he already had to go bad.
He hurried over to the door he remembered to be Emery’s and quietly opened it and slipped in. He was planning on shaking the boy awake, so he could tell him where the toilet was. He hoped the boy didn’t play a joke on him, because it was really urgent. He had just shook the boy to wake him up when he looked up to see that Paddy moved. Draco stared wide eyed at the dog, which was growling lowly at him.
He crossed his legs tightly as he held himself, extremely frightened at the moment. He closed his eyes as the traitorous tears started to fall. He was expecting the dog to attack him. He sniffled as he tensed up; waiting to feel the dog’s teeth sink into him, but it didn’t come. Draco shuddered as his bladder started to contract, and he tried to prevent the flood from coming like earlier.
Sirius for his part was staring at his cousin in shock. He only meant to scare the little bugger, but he had seen what happened earlier at the table and he didn’t have it in him to do it now. He had felt really bad and he knew Harry felt the same way. He cocked his head to the side as he stared at the boy. If he could frown in this form he would, the kid thought he was going to attack him.
He whined softly before shaking his head as he took in the child’s stance. He was familiar with it now, considering Harry tended to wait until the last minute to express his need. He couldn’t understand why his godson chose to do that, though Snape seemed to be on top of things. Because of that Sirius had come to recognize the potty dance for what it was, and in short that’s exactly what Draco was doing, or his own version of it.
Even considering that the boy looked like he was dying for the toilet at this very moment. He mused that this was probably the reason why he was seeking Harry out. Figuring he could be of help he started licking Harry’s face to wake him up. He grinned inwardly as Harry’s face scrunched up in confusion as he was literally licked awake.
“Stop it Paddy,” Harry mumbled tiredly before trying to swat the dog away.
Draco opened his eyes when he heard Harry’s voice. He was bent over in an awkward position and bounced around as he tried to contain the flood.
“Emery, can you get up please?” Draco whispered out, his tearful eyes still staring fearfully at the dog.
“Who’s that? Paddy gross, stop licking me,” Harry murmured before finally sitting up and blinking blearily in the semi-dark room. He yawned tiredly, trying to figure out why Paddy woke him up, and he sleepily checked to see that his bed was dry. What was the problem then?
“Emery, can you help me?” Draco blurted out interrupting the silence. He sniffled loudly, but his hands were too busy to wipe the tears off his face.
“What are you doing Draco? Why are you in my room?” Harry asked his brain not fully awake to process what the other boy had said.
“I really need to use the toilet, like really bad,” Draco moaned out pitifully
“So go and use it then,” Harry said in confusion. What was stopping the boy?
“I don’t know where it is, please Emery.” Draco cried as he stomped in place. He looked up in alarm once more when Paddy started nuzzling Harry like he wanted him to get up as well.
“Alright, both of you calm down I’ll show you,” Harry said with a sigh before quickly getting out of bed.
Standing close to the boy and having his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the Slytherin was totally in a bad way.
“Why did you hold it so long?” Harry asked curiously.
“I woke up this way, and then you didn’t wake up,” Draco rushed out desperately.
“You didn’t see it when Dad gave you a bath earlier?” Harry asked simply.
“I wasn’t looking,” Draco said shamefully as he looked to the floor.
“That’s ok; let me show you where it is.” Harry said quickly.
“Thank you,” Draco said the gratitude evident in his tone.
“No problem,” Harry replied, taking the boy’s free hand and leading him towards the bathroom.
He could see that the door was closed and for a moment he wondered where the light was until he saw the nightlight in the outlet.
“Oh thank Merlin,” Draco said before rushing passed Harry and into the loo. He didn’t even care that the other boy was right there as he slipped his pajama bottom’s down and started to pee.
“Is it ok if I go back to bed now?” Harry asked with a wide yawn. He didn’t see anything wrong with the situation, since his house and Ron’s had an open-door policy.
“Not yet, I need to tell you something first,” Draco said softly.
“Tell me what?” Harry asked curiously.
“Can I tell you after I get done?” Draco asked awkwardly.
“I guess so,” Harry said. He didn’t get it but he leaned up against the wall like he had seen his dad do to wait for the boy.
Draco for the most part was extremely embarrassed; didn’t the other boy understand the word privacy? Now that he was in the process of relieving himself, he could think a bit rationally. And at the moment, he was completely embarrassed.
He didn’t use the toilet in front of his own father and yet here he was in front of a kid he barely knew. He sighed softly as he glanced at the boy. He tried to discreetly turn, but only succeeded on peeing on the floor a bit, and he groaned.
“Can you not look?” Draco asked quietly.
“I’m not; I’m actually looking at the ceiling.” Harry replied. “And even if I did look, we’re both boys,”
“Yeah I know that, but this is awkward,” Draco said his face bright red in his humiliation as he came down from his pee high.
“Not really,” Harry replied with a shrug before walking into the bathroom as he noticed Draco finishing.
“What…what the hell are you doing?” Draco asked in horror. He was already pushing down his shirt to hide himself. He couldn’t help how modest he was, his family had a closed door policy.
“Well you’re nearly done, and I need to go.” Harry said holding the front of his pants as he waited for Draco to move.
“But I’m not, please back up,” Draco asked quietly. He was trying to hurry up and push the last of his wet out but Emery was making his nervous and his stream was turning into a trickle even though he still had to go.
“But you’re finishing and I need a wee,” Harry repeated with a frown. He didn’t understand, what was the blonde boy playing at now?
“I’m not done, I just can’t go because you’re in here,” Draco said meekly.
“You’re embarrassed to pee in front of me? But you were just doing it a second ago,” Harry said with a shake of his head.
“And trust me I was embarrassed there too,” Draco confessed with a shift.
“Alright, I’ll turn back around. Just hurry up,” Harry murmured as his back faced Draco.
“I will, can you turn on the water?” Draco asked shyly.
“Why?” Harry asked curiously.
“My flow is a bit stuck,” he said softly,
“Wow, you really are pee shy,” Harry said before turning on the faucet. He moaned softly before holding himself as he waited for the boy to finish up.
Draco for his part was floored at the boy’s words, and he hurriedly pushed out the remaining pee before fixing his clothes. He shook his head and headed over to the sink, trying to wash his hands quickly so he wouldn’t be in here when Emery peed.
Harry rushed over to the toilet and got into position and started to relieve himself with a sigh. He chanced a glance at Draco and shook his head.
“What did you want to tell me?” He asked curiously.
“I wanted you to know that I really am sorry about making you have an accident. And I’m sorry for being a spoilsport and hitting you,” he said sincerely, though his eyes were anywhere but on Harry. He couldn’t understand how the boy was so comfortable, he wasn’t at the moment and he wasn’t even peeing anymore.
“That’s alright, I forgive you. But if you do it again, I’m kicking you in the balls, and then I’m letting Paddy have a go at you,” Harry promised.
“I won’t, I promise,” Draco said wide eyed.
“Good,” Harry replied happily as he finished and moved to his wash his own hands.
“Thanks for helping me and I’ll see you in the morning,” Draco said formally before making his way to his room.
Harry nodded before walking back into his room. Getting under the covers, he fell asleep cuddling Paddy. His dreams were filled once more with happy thoughts as he had mused that this vacation wasn’t turning out to be so bad in the slightest. |
I got a bit carried away with this chapter..oops :), though its pretty cool so I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 88
The next morning found Severus wondering about the two boys in his Manor. He went to bed last night aware of the dislike of the two children and yet this morning that didn’t seem to be the case. At breakfast he had noticed the giggling between the two about something and he could see Draco relax slightly at Paddy. If that wasn’t obvious enough he had walked in on Harry instructing the dog to play nice as Draco was afraid of him.
So he knew something happened, but he had no idea what. Severus was shocked to see that Paddy deemed Draco safe enough as he didn’t seem to be growling and showing his teeth to the boy anymore. Perhaps the warning had worked? Severus was floored but he wasn’t about to draw attention to this unlikely truce. He didn’t know how long it was going to last but he would take what he could get.
Currently they were standing by the door as Severus got them into their snow gear. There wasn’t a cause for the snowsuit, but he did make sure both boys had a coat, their wellies, and gloves and a hat. He was planning on taking them to an ice skating rink today and as a result packed two pairs of clothes for each of them. If he was being honest with himself, he would have packed the extra set just in case, since both boys had wet themselves once before.
“Alright, we will be heading out into the muggle world today, and I want you both on your best behavior.” Severus instructed, keeping his gaze mostly at Draco.
“Yes sir,” they both replied. They then looked at each other and started giggling causing Severus to shake his head in return.
“I want both of you to try for me,” Severus said as he shouldered the bag.
“Try what?” Draco asked in confusion.
“The toilet,” Harry said before turning to go to the downstairs one.
“But I don’t need to go,” Draco said frowning as he followed Emery; he was 13. He wasn’t some little kid like Emery, so why was Snape treating him like one?
“That’s why he said try too,” Harry pointed out; he was used to his father doing things like this. And Harry could admit that it saved him the trouble later on when he would normally have to go.
Severus watched the little exchange in amusement, before heading to the car.
Harry let Draco go first and grinned when he heard the boy going, hadn’t Draco said he didn’t need to go? As the boy came out he shook his head before hurrying in to do his own deed. Knowing his father was already outside, he led the way to the car.
“What is this?” Draco asked as he got in the back.
“A muggle form of transportation, it’s called a car,” Harry said proudly.
Draco nodded his thanks and after getting instructions on how to strap the belt, he leaned back in his seat. As his Professor started the car and drove along the road, he mused that it was an interesting sort of travel and he found himself liking it.
At least he liked it until about 15 minutes later they started hitting some un-evened pavement, and then he was bouncing around in the back. The motion was starting to wreck havoc on his stomach, and he could feel the bile making his way up his throat. He swallowed convulsively before raising his hand, as he felt his breakfast tried to reappear.
“Yes Draco?” Severus asked curiously as he saw the raised hand in the center mirror.
“I don’t feel so good,” Draco groaned out, as he stomach churned.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked turning around to look at the boy.
“I feel sick,” Draco whimpered out.
“Oh wow, I think he’s carsick dad,” Harry replied thoughtfully.
“I see,” Severus said before letting down the back window in hopes that the cold air would help him.
“I’m gonna throw up,” Draco warned right before he gagged.
“Eww don’t,” Harry said shaking his head in disgust.
“Sorry,” Draco sniffled out, as he gagged again. He couldn’t help it, his stomach was angry and there was nothing he could do about it, as he could feel it creeping up his throat.
“Emery that’s not helping at all,” Severus said reproachfully as he pulled out a vial of stomach soother.
“Here Draco, drink this it really helps,” Harry said apologetically holding out the vial to the other boy.
Draco didn’t reply as he had opened his legs and was trying to refrain from spitting on the floor, as he tried to prevent the inevitable. It didn’t seem to be helping as his mouth opened involuntarily.
“Draco? Dad he really is gonna puke,” Harry said anxiously as he saw the saliva mixed with chewed up food hit the floor.
“Get him a bag out of the glove compartment,” Severus said quickly.
“On it,” Harry replied grabbing it and swiftly opening it. “Here Draco use this.”
Harry had just handed the bag to the boy when he hurriedly shoved his face into it, not a moment too soon. He wrinkled his nose at the boy as he puked, but that really couldn’t be helped.
“When you get a breath, take the stomach soother,” Severus said gently.
“I won’t be able to swallow it,” Draco whimpered before he was throwing up some more.
“Yes you will, it taste like a peppermint, and it’s yummy.” Harry said happily.
Draco nodded, reaching his hand out for the vial with his free hand. The smell of his puke was enough to make his sick once more and he downed the potion, relaxing in his seat as he felt it take effect.
"I don’t think I like cars," he murmured out once he was sure his stomach wasn’t going to move again.
"How can you get carsick if you play Quidditch?" Harry asked before wrinkling his nose.
“I don’t know, but Quidditch is flying,” Draco murmured.
“Daddy it stinks in here,” Harry said plugging his nose with his fingers.
Severus nodded before sighing, pulling over to the side of the roadway.
"Put the bag of sick outside Draco," he said as he spelled an air freshening spell in the car.
"Yes sir," Draco replied, opening the door and doing just that.
"Why don’t you lie down and have a nap? We should be there within 2 hours or so,” Severus said gently.
“Good idea sir,” Draco muttered as he laid down on the backseat. It didn’t take long, as the stomach soother had a mild sleeping potion in it and he was soon out like a light.
Harry turned back in his seat and looked at his dad as he remembered something.
“Why do you have plastic baggies in there? And an empty water bottle?” Harry asked curiously.
“Because I have a son, and my son has friends,” Severus said as if that explained everything. It did but he wasn’t sure if Harry truly got it.
“Oh, so where are we going?” Harry asked softly.
“It’s a surprise,” Severus said and that was all he said as he drove the remainder there.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Snape pulled into the parking lot, he had a sense of déjà vu. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but he was sure that he had visited a place like this when he was younger. It was until his father had woken up Draco and they were walking through the entrance when he realized where they were.
“An ice skating rink,” Harry said happily as they entered inside.
“We didn’t bring skates,” Draco said with a frown.
“That’s alright we can rent some here,” Severus replied.
“You mean use something that other people have worn already?” Draco asked with a horrified expression on his face.
“Yes, they do clean the shoes Draco. If it bothers you so much, you don’t have to skate,” Severus answered simply.
“That’s a bit snobby,” Harry put in with a frown.
“What because I don’t want to wear other people’s shoes? It wouldn’t be so bad I guess but they’re muggles,” Draco said his face turning to one of disgust.
“There is nothing wrong with muggles Draco; you would do well to remember that. Once again you do not have to skate, but I will not tolerate you whining and ruining both mine and Emery’s day.” Severus said his eyes flashing in concealed anger.
“Yes sir,” Draco said with a sigh as they headed to the counter to get skates.
Harry grabbed his happily before heading towards a booth and took a seat. He took off his shoes and replaced them with the skates, making sure to tie them tight.
“Can we go dad?” He asked excitedly.
“Just let me finish tying mine Emery and we will,” Severus promised.
Draco frowned as he took a seat, Snape hadn’t got him a pair of skates and he didn’t care. He sighed as he turned towards the ice, it did look like fun but why couldn’t they buy their own?
“Alright I’m ready let’s go,” Severus said as he stood up and placed their shoes on the seats.
“Yeah,” Harry replied before he grabbed his father hand and started walking towards the rink.
“Don’t leave the building Draco, “Severus said before moving onto the ice.
He grinned as Harry wobbled and he held onto him tightly making sure he wouldn’t fall. It had been a while since he last skated, but he didn’t forget how to do it. The last time he had skated had been with Lily one winter and now it was with her son. He grinned before he started showing Harry the proper way to stop and start.
Draco watched the scene with jealous eyes, as they made their way around the rink he started to regret his decision not to skate. He had his socks so his feet would be protected, and would it really be that bad? He sighed before frowning as walked over to the rink and waited by the wall. His expression was one of want, what if Snape wouldn’t let him. He shook his head, knowing this was his fault if the man said no. He had been acting like a brat.
By the time they had skated around the rink and where he was, Draco was feeling horrible and his face showed. It was also the cause that led Snape and Emery to him as they took in his expression.
“Draco you sure you don’t wanna try it? Its wicked fun,” Harry replied happily, his face flushed in his excitement.
“Dragon are you feeling alright? Did someone say something to you?” Severus asked quietly as he looked around for the culprit.
“No sir,” he replied quietly.
“Then what’s the matter?” Harry asked.
“Could I maybe skate too?” He asked quietly, that he wasn’t even sure that his teacher heard.
Severus smirked as he looked at his Slytherin before glancing at Harry in amusement.
“Of course you can, go to the counter and ask for a pair. He remembers you,” Severus replied.
“Thank you sir,” Draco said before hurrying to do just that.
Harry looked at his father grinning widely but he didn’t comment on it. He turned around and waited as Draco got ready and made his way towards them. He looked at Draco in dismay when the blonde turned out to actually be a good skater and he frowned.
“I’ve taken lessons,” Draco murmured as he saw the expression before smiling. “If you practice you’ll get better too.”
Harry smiled brightly at that, before allowing his father to help him again. They skated around the for a few hours, but they weren’t tired of it. Somewhere along the way, Snape got off and with a quick note to stay to together they were on the ice alone. After a particular fall Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and stood up.
“Can we go get something to drink? I’m thirsty,” Harry said happily.
“Let’s go,” Draco replied agreeing easily.
They made their way off the ice and over to their booth where Snape was sitting down alone, with a book and a few other things on the table.
“I’m thirsty,” Harry told him when they neared him.
“Are you hungry as well?” Severus asked.
“I am,” Draco said quietly. The smell of the food across the rink was making his stomach grumble.
“Take off your skates, and we’ll go get some food.” Severus said.
“Alright,” Harry replied happily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry and Draco had just got back on the ice when he felt his bladder and he shivered by how full it felt and from the cold. How had it gotten this bad without him noticing? He frowned before turning to the blonde.
"Draco, I’ll be right back," Harry said biting his lips worriedly.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked curiously, they had just got back on the ice.
"I gotta go talk to my daddy," Harry said before turning and struggling to walk in his skates.
"Alright well, hurry back," Draco replied, as he took to the ice.
Harry was walking over to his father when he saw him with her. Snape was chatting with a woman and Harry's heart stirred. Something he had forgotten about since coming to live with Snape; jealously was rearing his ugly head. He didn’t like the way that woman was so close to his father. This was their day and she was ruining it.
He got a glint in his eyes before making his way towards them. He pulled on Snape's arm bouncing slightly as he got his attention. He resisted the urge to whine, knowing how much the man detested it.
"I need to have a wee," Harry whispered out, to him.
"That’s great Emery go tell Draco," Severus said as he waved him off absently having not heard a word the boy said.
Harry scowled then before huffing. He turned around angrily and headed back on the ice. He wobbled as he skated to Draco, sighing in relief as he grabbed a wall. He pushed it to the back of his mind and started skating.
It didn’t last long about 15 minutes later Harry's bladder contracted and he bent his knees awkwardly.
"Draco, can we play at the arcade?" Harry called out, needing to get off the ice before he disgraced himself.
"Sure, as long as we come back to the ice," Draco said easily. He didn’t notice Harry stance because everyone who was learning had their knees bent as well.
"We will," Harry said trying to quickly make his way back to the ice. As he neared the opening he stiffened as he felt a gush of pee spurt into his boxers. He grimaced before going back towards his father with a determined look on his face.
"Daddy, I have to go," Harry said stressing the last word as he pulled on his father again.
Severus wasn’t sure what Harry said though he turned towards him with a look. There was music playing in the rink not to mention the noises of everyone around him. If you add to the fact that he was really paying attention to Harry, it wasn’t that hard to believe that Severus didn’t understand what he said.
"Take off your skates," Severus murmured.
Harry hurriedly complied before standing up and looking at the man expectedly.
"Daddy," Harry whine.
"You know how much I detest whining Emery," he said firmly
"Sorry can we?" He pleaded.
"Awww he is absolutely adorable Severus," Kathy chirped in as she watched the exchange.
Harry blanked his face before shifting. "Can we?" He asked, ignoring her.
"Yes Emery here you go, share half of that with Draco," Severus said holding out a 20 pound note.
"But that’s not what I..." Harry trailed off as he realized he was being ignored again. Sniffling softly he turned around and nearly bumped into Draco who had taken off his own shoes.
"Nice, let’s go Emery," Draco said excitedly pulling the younger towards the arcade section of the rink.
Harry tried to stay in control of his bladder but he was leaking profusely as he played. He could literally feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was panicking inwardly but didn’t know what to do. They quickly got change and split it down the middle before heading towards some games.
He put another coin into an arcade game and started playing. He glanced back at Snape to see him still talking to that witch. He sighed hoping he would be done soon. He really had to use the loo and standing there wasn’t helping him at all. He jumped up and down as he played it, until he finally couldn’t concentrate. He was forced to hold himself with one hand, forgetting that Draco was keeping an eye on him.
Draco for his part was staring at Harry in confusion. The smaller boy could no longer keep still and was now holding the front of his pants.
"Emery, do you have to go to the bathroom?" Draco asked quietly.
"No," Harry lied quickly.
"Then why are you holding yourself like that?" Draco pointed out.
"I don’t know," Harry answered miserably, turning around to play another game. He bounced around some more whimpering a bit. He had to go! Why was Snape ignoring him? Who cared if the witch was a potion's mistress?
"I think you do have to wee," Draco said quietly.
"I don’t," Harry said denying vehemently.
"Yeah right and I'm the son of a mudblood," Draco said with narrowed eyes.
Harry's eyes widened at the word before frowning. "Ok I kinda gotta go," he admitted when Draco kept staring at him.
"I can tell, go pee then," he said pointing out the toilets.
"I can’t," Harry moaned out as he shifted around desperately.
"Why not?" Draco asked in confusion.
"Because I’m not allowed to go by myself," Harry replied.
"What? But your 10," Draco said with a frown. Was Snape that overprotective?
"You don’t understand, some guy attacked me last time I went alone. I’m scared to go by myself and dad doesn’t like it either," Harry sniffled as he held himself.
Draco nodded understanding that before sighing as he grabbed the younger boy’s hand.
"What are you doing Draco? Dad’s busy," Harry said lip trembling.
"Maybe, but he won’t be when you’ve told him how bad you’ve gotta go," Draco said leading him back towards Snape.
Severus was enjoying himself. This witch he was talking to was brilliant. Though he wasn’t looking for a relationship due to his profession she was easy on the eyes. Katherine was a potions mistress, and at the moment they were deep in conversation about tweaking the wolfsbane potion.
She had been very excited when she realized exactly who he was. He figured Draco and Harry would be entertained and he hadn’t realized how starved he had been for adult conversation. He turned to check on them as she took a sip of her water. Deeming them fine he turned his full attention back to her.
"He won’t listen," Harry said pitifully as they hurried towards Snape.
"We'll make him listen," Draco said quietly.
Harry let himself be led by Draco towards his father. He stood stiffly next to Draco while the Slytherin tried to politely interrupt the conversation.
“Professor, Emery needs to talk to you,” Draco blurted out when there was a pause in the conversation.
“What is it child?” Severus murmured his gaze still on Katherine.
“I need to use the toilet,” Harry admitted. He was embarrassed to let the woman know of his predicament but he wasn’t going to make it if he didn’t speak up.
“Draco can take you,” Severus replied easily, though his eyes did flicker towards him to see how bad off Harry was.
“But I want you to take me,” Emery said with a frown.
“Aren’t you a little big to have your father take you to the toilet?” Katherine gently chided.
Harry’s lower lip trembled before nodding once to her question. He turned his gaze to the ground.
“He’s only 10 so no, he’s not that old,” Draco said in annoyance as he looked to Snape.
“Emery had a scare with a man in a public toilet this past summer,” Severus said starting to explain what happened. He was a bit irritated with her at the moment, because of what she said.
“Oh Merlin,” she breathed in shock, feeling awful for the boy. She regretted her words immediately, especially since she could hear Snape’s underline tone; he was also unhappy with her at the moment.
“Come on Emery,” Draco said with it seemed Snape was deep into the story. He grabbed the smaller boy’s hand and hurried over in the direction of the toilets.
Harry rushed into the bathroom, and raced into a stall. The whole time he was spurting nonstop. It was almost his undoing as he stood whimpering and bouncing in front of the toilet. He needed help! He knew Draco was holding the door close but he couldn’t ask the boy. The Slytherin was so modest about these things.
"Emery, what’s going on?" Draco asked not hearing the tell tale sound of him going.
"I need my dad!" Harry said anxiously.
"Why what’s the matter?" Draco asked worriedly.
"I can’t undo my trousers, I gotta go pee too bad," he sniffled.
Draco frowned; thinking how long it would take to get Snape. Considering the man had ignored them he knew it would take a while and he didn’t want Emery to have an accident.
"Is it ok if I do it?" Draco asked quietly.
"No that’s ok I…oh...I gotta wee," Harry all but screamed his tears finally breaking through.
"That’s a definite yes," Draco said before opening the stall and hurrying in.
Draco kept his face blank as he reached down to undo the boy’s trousers but he could see a wet patch down one leg and if that wasn’t enough he could feel the wetness on his hand. He hurriedly tugged the pants down and turned the crying boy towards the toilet.
"You can go now," he said gently, feeling angry on Emery's behalf. Snape was usually observant what the hell? Draco shook his head before walking out the stall and holding the door like he did before.
Harry nodded before he forcefully started peeing with a sigh of relief. Though he was relieved to finally be going he wasn’t oblivious to his state. He didn’t make it all the way and Draco knew it too.
"Draco are you out there?" Harry whispered out, as he finished quickly. Given the fact that he had mostly peed himself he wasn’t at all surprised.
"Yeah I’m here, you done?" Draco drawled.
"No, can you...can you go get the pack that Snape had?" He asked softly.
"Why?" Draco asked raising his eyebrow.
"I didn’t make it all the way," Harry whispered shamefully as the tears pooled in his eyes.
Draco swore but he had known that already. The thought of damn Snape was forefront in his mind before nodding.
"Alright, I’ll be right back, don’t you dare open that door for anybody but me," Draco warned.
"I won’t," Harry promised as he locked it before taking a seat on the toilet in his wet clothes.
Draco blanked his face as he walked out of the bathroom and towards Snape. He shook his head in disgust at closeness of their faces, but that wasn’t what he was here for. He took a breath before reaching a hand out to his teacher. The bag was on the other side of him in a booth and Draco couldn’t get it without being extremely rude.
"Yes Dragon; what do you need?" Severus asked quietly. He was annoyed still, but it wasn’t directed at either of the boys.
"The pack," he murmured pointing behind him.
"Why do you need it? Where’s Emery?" Severus asked in suspicion as he narrowed his eyes.
"In the loo, can I have the bag?" Draco repeated impatiently.
"What happened?" Severus asked piercing the Slytherin with his dark gaze.
"You were ignoring us, and Emery still had to go really bad," Draco said with a frown.
"When did I ignore you?" Severus asked in confusion.
"You and her were giving each other these…looks," Draco said. When he pointed out her his tone was full of disgust, which was understandable as he still didn’t like girls at this point.
“Why didn’t he come sooner then?” Severus asked, a bit peeved that Harry would wait until the last minute again.
“He did, right before we got back on the ice after we got done eating. He came back and asked you but you brushed him off. And then when you gave us money for the arcade, he really had to go but you were still ignoring him.” Draco replied with a frown.
"I see," Severus said feeling guilty as he reached for the bag. He was the cause of Harry having an accident.
"Is there a problem Severus?" She asked gently.
"Nothing to concern yourself with Katherine, if you'll excuse us," Severus said politely as he followed Draco to the bathroom.
Harry was sitting on the toilet in his wet pants, softly crying into his hands. He didn’t open the door not wanting to meet another pervert. He couldn’t believe Snape. He was so hurt, and angry with the man. He couldn’t control his tears as they continued to fall.
"Emery I’m back," Draco said heading towards the stall before knocking on it.
"Did you get the bag?" Harry asked with a sniffle that let his father know he was indeed crying, as Draco already knew.
"Yes, and your dad too," Draco mumbled out.
"I doubt that," Harry said sadly. "Didn’t you know Draco? I’m being ignored today.”
Severus’s heart thudded painfully in his chest as he was suddenly assaulted by the guilt once more. How could he be so selfish?
"I’m here Emery," he said quietly.
Harry squeaked before standing up, rubbing at his eyes furiously. He took a breath before moving to unlock the door. He kept his gaze towards the floor, knowing his wet pants were on display.
Severus frowned as he ushered Draco and himself in
"What are you doing?" Draco asked in shock.
"Stand quietly over there," Severus murmured before turning to Harry.
Harry was blushing brightly, though he didn’t look up at his father or Draco for that matter.
“Why do I have to be in here?” Draco asked once more.
“Because I don’t want you out there alone,” Severus said firmly. “Do you have a problem with that Dragon?”
“No sir,” Draco answered, noting that the man really was over protective at times.
“Come here Emery, I am so sorry child,” Severus said sad sigh.
Harry didn’t say anything else as he allowed himself to be cleaned and changed. Once he was finished he headed to the sink to wash his hands. He was feeling a bit out of sorts like he usually did after an accident and as a result followed Snape back to the table and curled into his side. |
Hi there, I'm not abandoning my story, last week was so fricken hectic, I was too tired to post another chapter. Anyways, this has a bit more of Sirius thoughts on the situation, I have to get back used to writing with school, and work in my schedule as well. Anyways sorry for the wait.
Chapter 89
The rest of the day didn’t pass as smoothly as it started. Severus couldn’t find it in him to even talk to Katherine when Harry was crying softly in his side. Apologizing and dismissing her he turned to focus fully on his child. He didn’t bother trying to talk to him as Harry wasn’t even looking at him. He wasn’t blind that he didn’t see how protective Draco had become, it was food for thought. He sighed before taking a look at his watch.
“Emery, do you just want to do home?” Severus asked quietly.
“Yeah, I wanna lay with Paddy,” Harry whimpered tiredly.
Severus pretended that his words had no affect on him, but that small jab that Harry was seeking comfort from the dog rather than him; hurt. He shook his head before picking Harry up and after making sure Draco didn’t need the toilet they returned their skates and headed to the car. The boy didn’t say anything until Severus was opening the passenger side and Harry protested.
“I wanna sit in the back with Draco,” he said quietly.
“Why not up front with me?” Severus asked softly with a frown.
“Because he didn’t ignore me all day, he didn’t make me feel like I didn’t exist. Draco didn’t treat me like the Durselys used to,” Harry mumbled out before working his way down and opening the back door.
Severus blanked his face over, his emotions teetering between pain and anger. Oh he wasn’t angry at Harry but at himself, how could he do something like that? And to Harry of all people; what was he thinking? He didn’t say anything as he got into the driver’s seat. After making sure they were both buckled in he started the drive.
“Draco did you want to take a stomach soother before it gets too bad again?” Severus asked.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied reaching his hand out for it. He didn’t comment on the fact that Emery was curled into his side. He felt horrible for the kid, even more so knowing that he had made the boy have an accident once upon a time as well.
Severus nodded handing him the potion before turning back to the road. He turned the radio on low and didn’t talk much doing the drive home. Not that it would have made a difference as Harry was asleep, lulled to sleep by Draco who had been running his hand through his hair. He shook his head forgetting about Harry’s sleeping issues as he tuned into the music.
Draco had dozed off as well for the majority of the trip, he was only awaken however when he felt something wet seeping into his jeans. Looking down he was shocked to see that his pants were wet, but he knew already it wasn’t him. He frowned as he turned his gaze to the sleeping boy next to him, already connecting the dots.
“Professor Snape?” Draco said, disrupting the silence in the car.
“What is it Draco?” Severus asked quietly.
“Um Emery wet the seat,” Draco replied softly.
Severus swore before nodding, but they were only a few minutes from home so he wasn’t worried that much.
“Thank you for telling me,” Severus murmured.
“Is he going to be in trouble?” Draco asked worriedly.
“No, he can’t help it when he’s sleeping,” Severus replied as he pulled into the driveway of the Manor.
Draco nodded before unbuckling his safety belt, but was unsure of what else he was supposed to do.
Severus didn’t say anything as he opened the back door. Pulling out his wand he spelled both the car seats and the boys cleaned before gently picking Harry up in his arms. He made his way into the manor and closed the door behind them. Severus sighed as he heard the dog look up from where he was laying in the middle of the floor. He didn’t say anything to Draco as he headed up the stairs to get Harry ready for bed.
Dressing him in his sleep attire he shook his head in remorse. “I’m really am sorry child.” He murmured as Paddy took his customary spot on the bed. Severus turned and walked out the door and back downstairs where Draco was standing by the closed door.
“What are you waiting for Draco?” Severus asked tiredly.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now,” Draco replied quietly. Inwardly he was wondering if he was still under punishment.
“Go play quietly in your room, or go into Emery’s playroom,” Severus said wearily.
“He has a playroom?” Draco asked eagerly.
“That he does its a few doors from your own room. You’ll know which one it is as all the other doors are locked,” Severus answered as he turned to head towards his lab.
Draco nodded before running upstairs and into Emery’s playroom.
Harry awoke to a sniffing noise and turned his gaze towards Paddy who was looking back at him quietly. He sighed unsure of how long he slept or what time it was as he didn’t particularly care at the moment.
“Hi Paddy, guess what Daddy made me have an accident today,” Harry confided in tearfully.
Paddy growled once before settling down, since he knew how timid Harry could be. He couldn’t understand how Snape could do that as the man was very observant. He mused this was probably a misunderstanding before shaking his head in wonder at his train of thought. Since when was he sympathizing with Snape?
“I don’t think it was on purpose though, he was talking to a lady.” Harry murmured continuing his story.
Sirius sighed softly as he listened to his godson’s story, wanting to be out of his animagus form and giving him a hug. He knew it wasn’t possible so he forced himself to stop the thoughts. He nuzzled his godson with his nose as he felt a few tears on his fur. He huffed but provided the comfort as best he could.
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The day after Draco had left; Harry was getting back to his routines. Currently their tree was still sitting bare in the corner of the sitting room and Harry was anxious to start decorating it. After promises from Snape that tomorrow due to the snowstorm that was coming in they would start on the tree then.
Harry was stoked and when it got time for bed that night he did it without complaint.
Sirius prodded Harry with his nose again; he needed to go out now! But Harry wasn’t waking up. He whined softly, not wanting to wet on Harry's floor, he didn’t particularly care about it being in Snape’s house. He just didn’t want to get his godson in trouble; then he might have to leave. Sirius walked around in circles for a moment, contemplating transforming and running to the toilet.
Not wanting to get caught by Snape before he even had a chance to get Pettigrew had him stopping that idea from going anywhere. Sirius whined desperately as he looked at the clock. It was just hitting 5am but Harry had neglected to take him out last night. He barked once and whined, bouncing around in his desperate state before tugging on the blanket.
"Wha? Paddy go back to sleep," Harry mumbled sleepily as his covers were tugged off.
Sirius barked louder, before running and scratching at the door frantically so Harry could understand what he meant.
Harry stared blankly for a moment, sleep clouding his thought process.
"Paddy what’s the matter?" He mumbled, as if the dog could answer him in return.
Sirius whined as he bounced.
"Do you need to go out?" Harry asked before getting off the bed and walking to his bedroom door.
As soon as he opened it Paddy took off and Harry sighed before tiredly making his way after the dog. Paddy by then was waiting for him impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. Harry slowly made his way downstairs; nearly tumbling as he missed a step in his sleepy state before grabbing hold of the banister in fear. He swallowed as he slowly made his way downstairs.
"Calm down Paddy, we're going," Harry groaned tiredly as the dog pulled on his pajama shirt with his teeth.
Harry hurried to the backdoor only to stop in confusion as he couldn’t open it. He frowned, unlocking it but there was chain on it at the top that he couldn’t reach. Since when had that been there? He was awaken even more so when Paddy barked and whined. He could even hear the desperation in the dog's tone that he sighed loudly.
"Wait here; please don’t pee on the floor. I’m gonna go get my dad," Harry promised, but was promptly blocked as Paddy pushed a chair in his direction.
Harry understood immediately moving the chair towards the door. He idly mused that the dog must have had to go really bad. Stepping on it, he easily unhooked the chain, and quickly stepped down. As he opened the door, he felt rather then heard an alarm go off. He shivered before shooing Paddy out who was looking just as uneasily as Harry was. However the dog did run out and soon disappeared behind a tree.
Harry was just closing the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He screamed loudly and jerked away on instinct. He ended up rolling away coming to stand behind the table. As he came back to himself he was aware of two things, his father was looking at him in horror and that he was holding himself tightly. When had he had to pee? How did it get so bad without him knowing?
"I’m sorry," Harry said automatically.
"What are you apologizing for child?" Severus asked in confusion.
"For whatever I did, flinching away," Harry mumbled shamefully.
"Nonsense, I frightened you. It was a natural reaction," Severus said quietly.
"I woke u up," Harry pointed out, when he realized Snape wasn’t accepting the apology.
"Never mind that, what were you doing outside this early?" Severus asked in concern.
He had been jolted awake by the magical alarm that let him know that the back door had been opened. He knew no one was breaking in because of which alarm went off. He was however a bit frightened when he realized Harry was the only other person who could open it from the inside. He thought the worse, but he was grateful that nothing had happened.
"Paddy really had to go pee, and he woke me up. He was whining a lot, and was dancing around too," Harry said frowning in remembrance.
"Like you’re doing right now?" Severus asked with a slight smile, as he took in Harry’s current stance.
"No he had to go worse," Harry explained grinning before shifting. "I’m gonna go pee," he said turning to walk out the kitchen.
"Good idea child," Severus said before turning towards the backdoor, locking it magically as well as the muggle way. He then spelled a doggy door he had seen on a few muggle houses. He shook his head, trying to figure out why he didn’t do that before. |
After the longest update in life, forgive me guys. I felt horrible, I still do actually but as Thanksgiving is tomorow, I had to update. Thanks for being so patient and leaving such great reviews in the first place. They make my day really, they do. This chapter was too long, so long that I had to cut it into two parts, which you are getting back to back I should say. This chapter starts off from the last chapter, its a new day though. If you dont remember what happened, this was just after the ice skating incident in which Severus ignored Harry, it happens to most parents. They are human so its not that unrealistic. Anyways, on to the chapter :)
Chapter 90
“Let me see your trousers Harry,” Severus said as he was making sure they had everything by the door.
“Why, they’re buttoned,” he replied with annoyed face as he lifted his shirt up to show his father the trousers.
“I don’t want any close calls today, go get the snap button trousers in the lower drawer of your wardrobe,” Severus instructed him.
“Alright,” Harry said with a sigh as he hurried back upstairs.
Every since that day at the ice skating rink where his father hadn’t been very attentive had Harry very one edge. It was a few days later where Snape and he were more or less back to where they were or so they thought. The man had said that they were going out today, and Harry didn’t know where. He just didn’t want to leave anything to chance.
As he changed into his new trousers his thoughts were once again running wild. His father had a good idea with the changing into easier pants, though that wasn’t what was on his mind. It probably didn’t help that he had a dream last night where his father finally decided that enough was enough in his accidents. He was currently in the bathroom, trying to force himself to use the toilet
He was trying to be responsible and act his 13 years old. He sighed knowing it was going to be a lot of work but if it allowed himself to keep his family he would do it. Frowning at the little bit that came out he flushed and washed his hands before walking out the bathroom and heading downstairs.
“Harry, are you ready?” Severus asked him when he saw him.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied before making his way outside and to the car.
Severus wasn’t oblivious as one might think, and though he had that one off day a few days at the rink. He was very aware of what was going on with his child. He had seen the few glances that Harry was throwing into his direction when the boy thought he wasn’t looking. He also saw how timid the boy had once again become; it was like he was walking on egg shells. Oh he knew the whole situation was his own fault, he knew beforehand he was a parent first.
Harry had been hurt by so many people in his young life, himself included. He didn’t want to stay in that category, so at the moment he was taking him to the Theatre. He had been looking in the muggle newspaper and saw that they had a Christmas show playing. Apparently it was a good one for children or just the whole family, not to mention a bit educational so it was a win, win, for them both. That whole experience wasn’t happening until later on that day, but Severus figured they could spend time together.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked as he buckled his seatbelt.
“I just thought a day out would be nice,” Severus said casually.
“Alright, but where are we going?” Harry repeated.
“It’s a surprise,” Severus replied, hoping this would cheer the boy up.
“I don’t like surprises,” Harry frowned.
“That’s a lie Harry,” Severus said shaking his head.
“Can’t you just tell me then?” Harry pleaded.
“If I must,” Severus said before smiling softly. “Tonight we will be going to see a Christmas show at the theatre.”
“That sounds fun, but what about today? It’s not even noon yet,” Harry said questioningly.
“We will be going to see a professional Quidditch game today,” Severus said casually.
“No way, really! This is gonna be so awesome dad,” Harry said obviously excited. “Who are we going to see?” Harry asked bouncing in his seat.
“I’m not sure, but we’ll see when we get there,” Severus replied.
Harry nodded enthusiastically from where he was sitting, his bad mood all but vanishing. He was a bit sad that Ron wasn’t with them, but it was ok. The fact that he would have his father all to himself made everything a bit sweeter. Harry pulled out his game and started playing, and hour had passed by before he looked up again.
“Why are we going the muggle way instead of Apparating or flooing?” Harry asked curiously.
“Because after we get done with the game, we’re going to be back in the muggle world for dinner and the Christmas show,” Severus said patiently.
“Oh,” Harry replied dumbly before nodding, because that did make sense. “How long until we get there dad?” He asked curiously.
“In another hour we’ll be close enough to it and I can shrink the car and apparate us there,” Severus explained.
“Okay,” Harry replied as he turned back to his video game.
Severus turned on the radio, and after glancing at Harry in the mirror continued on down the road. He lost himself in the music, but that was fine as the hour passed quickly and they neared the apparition point.
“I gotta use the toilet,” Harry blurted out suddenly.
“Is it urgent?” Severus asked as he turned back to look at Harry.
“No but I don’t want to wait,” Harry replied trying not to whine.
“Give me about 5 minutes then,” Severus promised as he drove towards the empty field.
Harry nodded as he packed up his game, and waited for his father to stop the car. He was getting a bit antsy, even though he wasn’t desperate nor did he have to go bad. His whole thing was he didn’t want to humiliate himself today.
“Come on then Harry,” Severus said as he grabbed their daypack and got out the car.
Harry nodded before grabbing his game bag and following suit. He glanced at his father curiously for a moment as the man thrusted a vial at him.
“We’re going to be in the wizarding world today,” was all he said.
“Oh right,” Harry said gulping the potion back immediately, feeling his features change.
Severus pocketed the empty vial before looking around once before shrinking the vehicle. He grabbed Harry’s shoulder and was in the middle of telling the boy to take a breath when said child moved away from him.
“Harry, don’t you want to go to the game?” Severus asked in confusion.
“I gotta pee first,” Harry replied with a frown.
“They’ll have toilets there and we’ll go first thing,” Severus promised.
Harry stubbornly poked out his bottom lip in a pout before shaking his head no. He put his hands on the front of his trousers and looked at the man pleadingly.
“Alright,” Severus said sighing before leading Harry towards the trees.
Harry broke free from his father, handing him his game bag before disappearing in the trees.
“Stay where I can see you,” Severus called out.
"Okay,” Harry agreed as he quickly took care of business.
He frowned once more at the little that he was releasing, and inwardly was sighing at how many toilets trips he was going to be doing today. He shook the negative thoughts away after convincing himself it was the right thing to do. He knew no father wanted a son as a wimp, and he would try his hardest not to be it. He shook his head, trying to curb the childish tendencies as he zipped up.
“I’m finished,” he said as he came out the trees.
“So I see,” Severus said dryly before pulling out the sanitizer. “Hands child,”
Harry put out his hands allowing his father to place some of the cleaning lotion in his hands and he rubbed them together before hugging the man. He took a deep breath and they disappeared with a barely audible pop.
Severus reached out a hand to steady Harry as they landed taking in their surroundings. He wasn’t at all looking forward to the next couple of hours, and he hoped the game would be over fairly quickly. If it moved on later then what he thought it would, they would be leaving early as they have another engagement. He led Harry through the entrance after showing the man their ticket.
“Did you want any snacks?” Severus asked as they passed the snack bar.
“Can I have some chocolate frogs?” Harry asked automatically.
“Did you want anything other than sweets?” Severus asked wryly.
“Maybe a pop or something,” Harry answered.
Severus shook his head in amusement, as he headed to get Harry’s treats. After buying them and handing a few off to his child, he led the way towards their seats. Unbeknownst to Harry, Lucius had made arrangements for them to sit in their box seats. They were some of the best seats in the arena; the only thing was he had failed to mention that they were meeting the Malfoys there. He knew that Harry wouldn’t really mind, so he didn’t think he needed to tell him. Besides the boy would see for himself when they entered, and saw them.
“Where are we sitting?” Harry asked curiously as they seemed to walk forever.
“Up there,” Severus said pointing towards the group of box seats.
“Wow, we get to sit up there?” Harry asked excitedly as he sped up.
“Indeed,” Severus replied as they made their way to it.
He smiled as Harry opened the door and pushed his way inside, before coming to a halt as he realized they weren’t alone.
“Draco, what are you doing here?” Harry asked in confusion.
“I could ask you the same thing, father didn’t say that you were coming,” Draco replied happily.
“Yeah, dad never mentioned anything of the sort either.” Harry replied giving his father a quick glare.
Severus smiled briefly before nodding to Harry and walking over to the bar where Lucius normally sat.
Harry took a seat next to Draco and after getting his eye binoculars, he excitedly starting talking to the boy about who would win the game. As the players took the field the talking ceased as the game started and both boys eyes were glued to the game.
Harry couldn’t believe he was actually watching a professional Quidditch game; this was so much faster then what they played at Hogwarts.
Severus watched the boys in obvious amusement as he talked to Lucius, sipping his drink with a content sigh.
“I can’t believe you said yes to bringing him, I would have thought you would have refused. We all know how much you hate the worthless sport,” Lucius said quoting Severus at the end.
“Emery loves Quidditch, and he’s been in a slump since we went to the ice skating rink,” Severus said quietly.
“Oh yes I heard about that, Draco was extremely angry with you on Emery’s behalf I might add,” Lucius replied.
“I know, and now Emery keeps giving me these looks when he thinks I’m not watching,” Severus murmured.
“Mmmhmm,” Lucius murmured curiously.
Inside though he had been happy that Severus had met someone as into his profession as he was; he did however hate the horrible timing that she showed up in. His friend had been alone for quite some time. As he thought about it he was coming up with a plan, and he promised himself to look into this Potion’s Mistress.
Severus and Lucius talked for about 2 1/2 hours as the boys were content with the game and their snacks. As the dark haired man excused himself for a breath of fresh air Lucius turned to look at the children. He smiled a rare smile at the scene before turning to one of his associates.
Harry couldn’t believe how fun this was, and he was shocked to learn that Draco did know as much about Quidditch as Ron did. He was eager to hear everything that the blonde could tell him and he was cheering on Victor Krum’s team. As the teams called a time out he turned to get take a sip of his drink when he felt it.
He had been neglecting to pay attention to his bladder and as a result it was very full. It wasn’t that surprising considering what he had consumed. He looked around the room wondering where his father was, but all he could see was Mr. Malfoy. Not waiting for it to get any worse, he frowned and made his way to the man.
“Mr. Malfoy, where’s my dad?” Harry asked quietly.
“He stepped out for a moment Emery, what did you need little one?” Lucius asked curiously.
“I have to use the loo,” Harry replied shyly.
“Alright well he should be back in a little bit if you want to wait for him,” Lucius said after a moment.
Harry shook his head miserably, he didn’t wanna wait. “Can’t I guess just go by myself?” He asked anxiously. He would rather brave the toilets by himself then wait and probably end up wetting himself with his luck.
“Merlin no, he would have my head,” Lucius replied firmly. “I’ll take you, Draco did you need the toilet as well?” He asked.
“No father I’m fine,” Draco replied his gaze never leaving the game, as it was starting back up again.
“Then stay in here,” Lucius instructed before standing up. He was just about to head for the door when he was stopped by one of
Fudge’s men. He sighed as he realized the man no doubt wanted to talk to him.
“Mr. Malfoy are we going now?” Harry asked as he stood by the door stiffly and uncomfortable.
“No I need to talk to the Minister, Severus should be back in a few minutes,” Lucius said gently.
“But I need to go now,” Harry responded urgently as he waited restlessly for the man.
Lucius sighed as he glared at the man who interrupted him before wondering how he could get out of the situation with the Minister. He didn’t want nor did he need to ruin the child’s day because of something that he couldn’t control, if the child had an accident. He knew that Severus was planning something for the boy after and he didn’t want to be responsible if the boy was in a crummy mood because of an accident.
“Draco can you come over here please,” Lucius murmured as his gaze passed his son.
“What is it Father?” Draco asked curiously as he walked over to them.
“I need you to go with Emery to the toilet, I would take him but the Minister wants a word with me,” Lucius explained with a sigh.
“Oh um ok sure,” Draco replied as he turned back to the game.
“Now Draco,” Lucius gently said as he prodded his son’s shoulder.
“Yes sir,” he said with a sigh as he turned around and walked towards the smaller boy.
“Stay together,” Lucius told them.
“We will Father,” Draco promised as he grabbed the smaller boy’s hand and walked out the room.
“Sorry,” Harry murmured as they headed to the toilet directly down the hall from them. He didn’t mean for the other boy to miss
a part of the game on account of him.
“Its fine, I need to go as well,” Draco replied with a shrug.
Harry didn’t say anything to that, only speeding up a bit as they neared the loo. He rushed in and sighed as he took a place at the end of the line. He turned to Draco with a frown to express his displeasure at the line, only the blonde wasn’t looking at him.
“Professor what are you doing here?” Draco asked in confusion.
“The same as I can assure you’re in here for. Where’s Lucius?” Severus asked, he didn’t see Harry, but at the same time he couldn’t see Draco coming to the toilet alone.
“The minister wanted to talk to him otherwise he would have taken Emery,” Draco replied gesturing towards the smaller boy who was hidden behind the bulk of everyone in there.
“Come up here,” Severus commanded after a moment of deliberation.
“We can’t cut though, they’ll get mad,” Draco replied with a frown as he gestured to the line of men in separating them from his teacher.
“I’m in line for the next available toilet, which is going to be a stall if that flush is anything to go by. You won’t be cutting, now get up here,” Severus said firmly. He wasn’t about to have Harry wait, he wasn’t even sure how bad the child had to go.
“Come on Emery,” Draco said with a sigh as he tugged the boy to the front of the line.
Harry was surprised to see that none of the men in there were complaining about them moving from the end to the front. He didn’t realize that they had allowed it because he didn’t look his age. The majority of them had kids his age and if they were put into the position that they hoped no one would refuse their child if the situation was reversed.
Harry smiled at his father before grimacing as he heard someone turn on the sink. He bounced on his feet for a moment. “I get to go first right?” He asked with a pleading look on his face, holding himself for good measure as he squirmed.
“Of course you do,” Draco replied with an expression of duh on his face.
“Good, because I gotta go pretty bad,” Harry replied with a sigh, as if they couldn’t see that themselves.
Severus looked down at his child in alarm, breathing a sigh of relief when the stall door opened. Ushering the boys inside the stall he locked it, happy to see Harry hurrying to stand in front of the toilet.
“Do you need help Emery?” Draco asked automatically.
“No I got trousers that are easy to take off,” Harry replied as he unsnapped the button to prove a point.
“Wish you would have had them the other day,” Draco murmured before turning towards the wall.
Severus didn’t think Harry heard the blonde boy but he did. He shook his head, deciding when they went home that night to go through Harry’s closet and take out the trousers that gave him the most trouble. Severus idly mused why Lucius didn’t take Harry himself before shaking his head. Knowing the blonde man probably got caught up in a meeting of sorts. He breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of water hitting the toilet in their stall, turning his gaze with Draco who was now blushing. He arched an eyebrow as he stared at his Slytherin for a moment.
“Draco are you alright child?” He asked in concern.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied quietly, wishing he was anywhere but here. He was so embarrassed at the moment, and wanted nothing more but to be out of the stall.
“Then why are you turning a startling shade of red?” Severus asked skeptically.
“What’s wrong with Draco?” Harry asked turning his head to look at the boy.
“Eyes on the bowl Emery,” Severus said automatically. “And I do not know.”
“Nothing’s wrong sir,” Draco stressed awkwardly. He didn’t get how they could be so comfortable with this whole situation.
Severus didn’t say anything else; his Slytherin was anything but alright. He turned towards Harry when he heard the toilet flush to find him snapping his trousers back.
“Go take Draco’s spot, Dragon you’re next,” Severus said gesturing for the boy to go.
Draco stared at his teacher in horror; if that was the case he would wait it out. He didn’t need to go that bad to begin with, or that’s what he was telling himself anyways. He shook his head firmly before glancing towards Harry.
“I don’t need to go sir, I was only here because father said to go with Emery,” Draco replied quickly.
“That’s not true, you said you had to go too on the walk here,” Harry said affronted at the boy for lying.
“I was lying then Emery, I don’t have to go anymore,” Draco lied vehemently.
Severus shook his head, before nodding. “In that case you two wait for me by the door, while I go,” he instructed.
“M’kay daddy,” Harry replied as he unlocked the stall and walked out it with Draco behind him.
Harry washed his hands while his father took care of his own business, though he couldn’t help glancing at the boy next to him.
Draco was standing stiffly and Harry knew that the boy lied; he had failed to remember that the Malfoy child was as modest as they come. As he dried his hands, he stood by the door, being careful of people coming in or leaving.
A few minutes went by before his father re-emerged and headed to the sink. As they exited the toilet and headed back to their seats, Harry was once more excited about the game and he nearly ran back. He rushed into the room and pressed his face against the glass, grateful for their current seats. He knew had they not been in their box seats, he would have been shivering like a few people down below were. He knew warming charms could only do so much.
Harry thanked his father for his lunch before digging into it with gusto, so into his lunch that he didn’t realize that the blonde next to him wasn’t having as much fun as he was before. |
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Chapter 91
Draco frowned as he glanced at his father pleadingly but the man wasn’t even looking at him. He had lied, and he was sure Emery knew that. He would have liked to relieve himself but not in front of Snape. He was sure he could have done it in front of Emery if the boy promised to look away, but his teacher intimidated him too much for him to relieve himself as he so desperately needed too. As his father turned away from the Minister who then headed for the door he saw his chance, and quickly spoke up as he saw his Professor about to speak.
“Father, I’m going to the snack bar,” Draco told him before moving towards the door.
“You’re not even through with your lunch Draco, what more could you possibly need?” Lucius asked in amusement.
“I think they were advertising this new treat, I’m not sure what it is but I want to try it,” Draco said honestly. He did want to try it but that wasn’t the reason why he wanted to go right that moment.
“There is probably a line Draco, maybe wait a half hour or so,” Severus said as he turned to look at the mass of people outside the door. It was because Lucius had his house elf with him, that they didn’t have wait for their food, not to mention Severus had packed Harry a lunch anyway.
Draco nodded as he sat down with a frown. His teacher did have a point, that probably also meant that the toilet lines were long as well. He didn’t think he could stand in front of those people just minutes away from wetting his trousers. He sighed as he poked at his food, before squirming, he couldn’t just sit here. He stood back up.
“It’s ok, I’ll wait in the long line,” Draco said hurriedly as he headed towards his father.
“To be that young, and in love with sweets,” Lucius said grinning as he handed Draco a few coins.
“Oh I know,” Severus agreed as he sipped his drink.
“Hold it Draco, Emery did you want something?” Lucius asked the small boy.
“Um could I have more chocolate frogs, and licorice wheels, and some jelly slugs?” He asked eagerly as he walked over to the man.
“You’ll spoil your appetite for dinner and end up with a belly ache,” Severus said before sighing as if it was a great burden to do so. “But I suppose so,” he smirked before pulling out a galleon and gave it to Harry. “Go with Draco.”
“It’s alright Professor, I can go by myself,” Draco said quickly.
“No I feel safer if you’re both together,” Lucius agreed.
“Kay,” Harry replied cheerfully as he walked out the door with the blonde.
Draco didn’t say anything as he walked with difficulty towards the snack bar. He grimaced as he felt his bladder and it was all he could do not to grab himself right there. He couldn’t hold it, he really had to go.
“Emery wait for me right here, do not move ok?” Draco said once they made it to the snack bar.
“But our Dads said we’re supposed to stay together,” Harry said wrinkling his brow.
“It’s an emergency and I need to do something immediately,” Draco replied urgently.
“Like what?” Harry asked curiously.
“Like take a pee! Merlin, Emery grow a pair! Stop acting like such a baby and wait for me.” Draco nearly screamed in annoyance as he hurried past the boy and towards the toilet. He hadn’t meant to yell but he was just seconds away from leaking.
As he ran through the toilet door, he couldn’t help but grab himself tight as he looked at the lines to the toilets. He moaned lowly, trying not to draw attention to himself, wishing that he had Emery again so they could cut. He bounced desperately and was pacing back and forth in the line to the point where the other males around him were starting to take notice. He wasn’t paying attention however, as he suddenly shuddered and spurted a bit. Draco was horrified to know that he might just wet himself in right there in line.
“Let the lad go next,” a dark haired man with an unlit fag in his mouth suddenly said.
“Who?” A man with a quidditch cap murmured.
“The youngster with the blond hair; who looks as if he is about to release his water all over himself,” an old man replied from somewhere.
“Oh,” the quidditch dude replied dumbly.
“Come up here boy,” the first man said sternly.
“Yes sir,” Draco said miserably. He was horribly embarrassed that he couldn’t remove his hands but he hobbled up to the front of the line, unsure really of what was going on.
“Just hold on a few minutes more, someone should be coming out,” the man said gently before removing the cig.
“One of you needs to hurry up in there, there’s a kid out here who’s got to take a leak,” a guy with dirty blonde hair said loudly.
Draco blushed but he didn’t deny it, there would be no point. There he was forced to hold himself as tightly as he could as he spun in circles and bounced every which way to hold it in. He was doing a little jig, which he would probably laugh about later, but at the moment it was keeping his water where it should be. He winced, glad that no one from school was in here, as he was in a really bad way.
“You go to Hogwarts lad?” The man asked his cig now perched behind his ear.
“Y-yes s-sir,” Draco stammered out before suddenly bending at the waist in agony.
The man swore softly at his position before frowning. “It shouldn’t take all day to pee, quit wanking and get out of there, or I’m coming in,” he threatened his wand unconsciously falling into his hand.
“He’s only about 12, so unless you want to be responsible for ruining this kid’s day then don’t come out,” the man with the dirty blonde hair shouted again.
Draco winced, but decided now was not the time to mention he was 13. He couldn’t believe it to be honest that people where standing up for him. He didn’t think on it much as multiple flushes were then heard, causing him to moan as the water sounds wrecked havoc on his body. He flinched slightly as he turned to find the man pointing his wand at him.
“Relax son, I’m only trying to make things easier for you,” he murmured before flicking his wand lazily.
Draco wasn’t sure what he was doing until he felt his belt and button come undone. They didn’t slide down as he still had his hands deep in his crotch. He nearly cried out in joy as the first man hurried out the stall. He grimaced before he walked with great difficulty into the stall. He turned painfully to close the door only to realize he didn’t think he could make it to the toilet if he did. Tears stung the back of his eyes, and he suddenly looked up.
“I’ve got it,” the man murmured raising his wand once more before the door shut on its own.
At that moment his bladder spasmed and he hurried towards the toilet. He belatedly realized that he didn’t even tell the man thank you, but he couldn’t worry about that now. Pulling his trousers down hastily, and pulling himself out of his boxers, he started peeing rather forcibly into the bowl. He sighed audibly as one hand rested on the wall to steady his now weak knees, thanking everything that he made it. His stream couldn’t be rushed so he didn’t try to stop it; he only just hoped Emery had stayed put.
Harry frowned, putting the galleon into his pocket; he didn’t feel like having snacks anymore. He got out of line and sadly took a seat on the bench, he didn’t understand the boy. First he was mean, and then he was nice, and then was mean again. Why couldn’t he just choose a mood and stick with it? He waited on the bench for about 15 minutes when the blonde boy finally returned looking more relaxed then he went in.
“Ok now we can get some snacks,” Draco said easily as he stood in line.
“I don’t want anything anymore,” Harry replied softly, not moving from his seat.
“Why not?” Draco asked frowning. Had something happened while he was gone?
“I wanna go back to my dad,” Harry replied unhappily as he turned his gaze to the ground.
Draco sighed before standing in line and ordering what he wanted. He shook his head, not sure what was now the matter with the other boy, as he got his things. He hoped no one had said anything to him or tried anything. Snape would kill him, if Emery got hurt while he went to relieve himself. As he went to reach for the younger boy’s hand, the smaller male suddenly snatched it away.
“I don’t need you to hold my hand, I’m a not a baby,” Harry said in a hurt tone angling his body away from Draco as he hurried back to their box.
“Shit, Emery I didn’t mean it like that,” Draco replied hurriedly as he ran after him. His father was going to kill him, right after Snape did. He knew why the kid was mad now; the only problem was he hadn’t meant to be so mean. It was all a misunderstanding, but he knew their fathers wouldn’t see it that way, at least not at first. “Emery; wait up!”
“No, leave me alone Draco,” Harry yelled back as he heard the boy’s footsteps getting closer. He smiled grimly as he neared the door hoping it wasn’t locked or something. Harry burst through the door and immediately headed for his father.
“Did you get your snacks Emery?” Severus asked curiously, wondering what was going on as the child was running
straight to him.
“I didn’t want them anymore,” he said burying his head into his father’s side, willing his tears to stay where they were. He didn’t want to turn into the crybaby, he was trying to prevent, but the boy’s words had really hurt him.
“Why not?” Severus asked frowning as his arm came around to encircle Harry. What was going on?
“Draco’s mean,” Harry replied with a sniffle; his tears coming anyway.
Severus sighed before turning to look at the blonde across from him. “Lucius,” he said lowly. He didn’t know what could have happened, as the boys were fine before they left. Severus didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but
Draco didn’t have a good track record when it came to Emery or Harry for that matter. As they were one in the same person and since it all pointed to Draco it didn’t look too good for him.
“I know, I’ll take care of it,” Lucius sighed as he stood up and gestured for Draco to follow him out. He needed to get his child’s side of the story before anything else could happen.
“But Father the game,” Draco said weakly. This was it, he was so dead and all cause he had to wee.
“Now Draconis,” he said firmly.
As soon as the blondes were away Severus picked Harry up and hugged him. “What happened this time?” He asked softly, trying to undo the damage of whatever the boy had done.
“It doesn’t matter, I guess I am acting like he said,” Harry replied blinking back tears.
“Acting like what?” Severus asked in confusion.
“Like a baby, he told me to grow a pair. You told us to stay together, and he had to pee and told me to stay in line, I just wanted to know why,” Harry rushed out before sniffling once more. “Then he blew up at me, he didn’t have to yell at me. I would have waited if he said he’d had to wee in the first place,” Harry replied angrily brushing a few tears away.
“I see,” Severus said sighing. While he knew that Draco shouldn’t have said that, Harry was extremely sensitive at the moment. Then again, given his upbringing it wasn’t so out there as to why.
“Its fine, I’ll grow a pair of whatever that is and I won’t act like a baby anymore. I know I act childish, I’ll quit
I swear,” Harry said firmly, wiping away his tears.
“You don’t act at all like a baby child, you act just fine. Do not take what he said to heart, I’m sure that he didn’t mean it,” Severus said gently, deciding against it to tell Harry what grow a pair actually meant. If the boy didn’t know, he wasn’t about to take away a bit more of his innocence.
“Yes I do, but I won’t anymore,” Harry promised gathering up the courage to remove himself from the man’s chest. He them moved away from his father completely and took a seat towards the front again. He didn’t even look up when he heard the door open and the blondes’ return. He ignored the sniffling boy that took a seat next to him.
“Emery I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Draco mumbled out tearfully. He had forgotten how hard his father’s hand actually was. He had been reminded, and though he only got a few licks, it still hurt just as much as he remembered it did.
“Whatever,” Emery replied as he kept his eyes on the game.
“I’m so sorry,” Draco repeated sniffling. His father had said he had to apologize and mean it. He meant it but the boy wasn’t accepting it. Did that mean he would get in more trouble because of it?
“Apology accepted,” Harry answered formally as he picked up his binoculars.
“Then why do you sound mad at me still?” Draco asked pulling out his handkerchief and blowing his nose.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, so just leave me alone,” Harry replied after a few minutes, moving a seat away from Draco as he watched the game. He picked up his binoculars and looked out towards the game
Draco sniffled and frowned, and turned back to the game, but he clearly wasn’t into it like he was before. He wiped his nose on his handkerchief before turning to look at the boy. He guessed the boy deserved to know, after all he hadn’t meant to be a jerk. Maybe if Emery knew why he did it, he would forgive him? He sighed before preparing to tell him, shaking his head at the things he did for the little brat. He smiled dryly, knowing he meant that last term as one of endearment. He saw the little boy as a kid brother he never wanted, so he knew Emery deserved to know why.
“Emery, I am sorry I yelled at you, but I have a good reason why if you want to hear it?” Draco asked softly.
Harry tried to ignore the boy, but his curiosity like it always did got the best of him. He sighed before turning
towards the boy. “Why were you so mean to me then?” He challenged.
“I almost wet myself, that’s why I yelled at you because you wouldn’t let me go,” he whispered shamefully.
Harry was looking at the other boy in shock, having not been expecting that answer in the slightest. He sighed to himself but he found himself believing the kid immediately. The boy had looked uncomfortable, and he kept clenching his fists, not to mention Harry had known he lied when they were in the loo. He frowned, why had the boy lied then?
“Why didn’t you go when we were all in the toilet then?” Harry asked finally.
“I can’t go when someone is in there with me, remember?” Draco asked softly, his face already red from crying so his embarrassment was covered a bit.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too Draco,” Harry replied with a frown. “I forgot,”
“Its fine and you don’t act like a baby,” Draco said firmly.
“I do, but I’m working on it,” Harry said with a sigh.
Draco shook his head, hoping against everything that the boy honestly didn’t believe that. He sighed before turning back to the game with a much lighter heart.
“You spanked him,” Severus remarked when Lucius came back in. He could tell as the man was currently shaking out one of his hands.
“I did but it was only 2 smacks. To be honest I wouldn’t have but he said this was the type of punishment for babies, or Emery,” Lucius explained frowning. “He was acting like a baby and I treated him as such.”
Severus was gazing at the boys who seemed to be fixing their conflict before he turned back to the man across from him who was frowning so deep, he was afraid they would leave lines in his forward. “He’s sounds a bit out of sorts, did something else happened?” He asked worriedly.
“Yes, I found out that the reason he yelled at Emery, was because the child was curious as to where he was going,” Lucius said shaking his head.
“What do you mean?” Severus asked in confusion.
“Draco told Emery to wait for him at the snack bar so he could use the loo,” Lucius explained.
“He told me he didn’t have to use it,” Severus said as he quirked an eyebrow.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s very modest, he will not go unless you’re out of the room,” Lucius said in amusement.
“I had forgotten that detail, so he yelled at Emery because it was urgent and my child wouldn’t drop it until he explained it?” Severus guessed.
“Pretty much, and he was telling me that he almost had an accident in the loo, but he was pushed to the front of the line,” Lucius said with a shake of his head.
“That’s good, I can see how he yelled at Emery, to be honest I would have done the same,” Severus said chuckling.
“You wouldn’t have just yelled, I can recall being stupefied because I blocked your way once,” Lucius said
grinning.
Severus smirked, before laughing quietly at the memory.
“Is Emery going to be ok Severus?” Lucius asked as they calmed down a bit.
“He’ll be fine in a few hours; Emery is just an extremely sensitive child. I have no doubt he gets it from his mother,” Severus said with a shake of his head.
Lucius smiled. “Of course he does,” he agreed.
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After the game was over the boys had made up of course, especially when one involved meeting the professional Quidditch players which they did. Harry was in a very happy mood when he left. He got to have the game winning snitch and he was currently pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t some kind of dream. He absently noted that he was starting to annoy his father. He had used the toilet about 5 more times since that incident with Draco and the man was starting to give him funny looks. He grinned happily as they headed to the parking lot.
“Wait, wanna visit the toilet before we go,” Harry said absently.
“You just went not an hour ago, I know you do not have to go now,” Severus said with a shake of his head.
Harry frowned. “I do have to go Dad, I feel it here,” he said pressing on his bladder. He winced from how hard he pushed, not from his actual bladder being full, but his father didn’t know that.
“Fine, we might have to get you checked out again,” Severus murmured in concern as they walked towards the toilet.
Though Harry wanted to ask why, he didn’t. He figured asking would open a new can of worms, he didn’t need. He shook his head as he walked into a stall.
When Harry finished they headed back to the apparition spot where once he was holding on his father they disappeared on the spot. They apparated to the empty field they had been before as Snape resized the car and they got in and headed into town. As they drove Severus glanced in the mirror to see how Harry was doing.
“Are you hungry at all?” Severus asked curiously.
“Not really, I had a lot of sweets,” Harry said sheepishly.
“I know I was there,” Severus said wryly. “No matter we’re going to have dinner at this small place because I am hungry. You do not have to eat however,” Severus said reassuring him. He didn’t need Harry to get sick trying to please him.
“Okay,” Harry replied easily as he sat back in the car and played his game.
It wasn’t long when he could feel the car slowing down and he finally looked up to see his dad pulling into a restaurant’s parking lot. Shrugging he grabbed his game and got out the car before walking inside the place with Snape. As they say down in their booths, Harry ordered a hot drink as it was turning cold again and absently drank it as he played his game. He made idle chit chats with the man as he ate dinner, but this conversation was mostly silent.
A half hour later or so the man finished and Harry was starting to feel his apple cider in his bladder. He sighed inwardly but as Snape got up to pay he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go. He turned to head towards the toilet when he felt someone pull him back.
“The exit is this way child,” Severus said with a small smile.
“I know just wanna visit the toilet first,” Harry replied.
“No, you just went before we left the stadium and an hour before that,” Severus said frowning. “There is no bloody way that you have got to go now,” he said.
Harry frowned; the man did have a point once you think about it. He winced before cringing as he noticed his father’s dark unrelenting gaze on him.
“What hurts?” Severus asked worriedly. That does it tomorrow Harry was seeing a healer, he didn’t care which
one; albeit a muggle or a magical one.
“Nothing,” Harry said quickly.
“Then why did you wince?” Severus asked, in a tone that didn’t tolerate any lying.
“Because, you were almost glaring at me,” Harry whispered out.
“I see,” Severus said quietly before leading them out the restaurant and to the car.
Severus wasn’t too sure what to make of that statement so he stayed quiet. He was worried that Harry was
scared of him now and he hoped that it wasn’t the case. He drove the car to the Theatre and got out, reaching a hand out for Harry’s hand. He was relieved to that the boy grabbed his without any hesitation. He showed their tickets and they were led in to find their seats. As they took a seat he picked up the program for the show they were going to be seeing; The Nutcracker.
Harry looked around in awe as their seats were near the front and he knew that they would have no problems seeing anyone on stage. He started to read the program pushing his bladder to the back of his mind as more people started to come in. He was surprised to note that when the lights started to dim that the theatre was very nearly full, at least form where he could tell. He absently leaned on his father as it got darker, and soon the only place lit up was the stage.
“Why is so dark in here?” Harry whispered anxiously.
“So everyone can see the stage, it will light up more as the scenes change,” Severus said gently as he put an arm around his shoulder.
Harry leaned against him and nodded, feeling his bladder more so from his fear. It was forgotten about as the show started with a young girl called Clara walked onto stage. He found himself moving passed the lack of lights as he watched the show. He squirmed a little bit in his seat frowning for a moment before focusing on the show. He looked at the toy nutcracker that the girl was given for a present at the party.
He found himself getting a bit angry at the boy who started grabbing her toy, reminding him of Dudley and gasped with the audience as the beautiful toy broke. He shifted once more, making him turn away from the show.
“Dad,” Harry whispered softly.
“What is it child?” Severus asked in the same tone.
“I gotta pee,” Harry replied his eyes going back to the stage.
“I’ll take you in a little bit,” Severus replied, figuring Harry didn’t really have to go. After all he had seen the boy use the toilet 5 times in about 3 hours or so. He idly mused what could be so fascinating to Harry in the loo, and shuddered at the thought of him having to give Harry ‘The Talk’.
Harry nodded but didn’t comment, as he turned back to the show. He gasped along with everyone else as Clara suddenly comes face to face with the mouse queen. Harry wiggled about in his seat as the scene progressed, really getting into it. He knew he couldn’t ask to use the toilet again so soon, so he stayed quiet.
Harry was able to push his bladder into the back of his mind for the majority of the show. He got to the part where they enter the land of sweets to meet the sugar plum fairy when his bladder spasmed with a vengeance. He winced and bent over in his seat, his hands going for his crotch. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the stage but he also couldn’t keep still. He whined as he bladder jolted and when he leaked it woke him up a bit.
“I’m about to have an accident,” he hissed to his father urgently as he moved around in his seat frantically.
“What?” Severus asked in shock. Was he hearing wrong?
“Please daddy, I’m gonna wet my trousers,” Harry pleaded, his tone full of his obvious desperation. He felt like he was gonna let go any minute if he continued sitting there.
“Come on, let’s go,” Severus said standing up quickly. He knew that tone, and he also knew they only had a few minutes before Harry inevitably soiled himself, if they didn’t get to the toilet on time.
Harry followed slowly in his bent over position, grateful that it was only them on that two person row, and for once that it was dark. He moaned softly as his father asked an usher where the nearest toilet was. He marched in place as they walked out the theatre and into the nearly empty lobby.
“Where did he say it was?” Harry ground out, looking every which way himself.
“Why didn’t you speak up sooner?” Severus asked as he carefully picked him up. He knew Harry wouldn’t make it, if he allowed the boy to walk there himself, especially given the state he was currently in.
“I did, I told you I had to go in the beginning of the show, and at the restaurant,” Harry replied quickly before groaning into his father’s shoulder.
“I admit I didn’t think you needed to go those times,” Severus said apologetically.
“I understand, I know I was going a lot,” Harry replied as he squirmed in the man’s arm.
“Hold on, we’ll talk about that after,” Severus said easily finding the toilet thanks to the directions and hurrying in a moment later.
“Oh, daddy put me down,” Harry said immediately as he saw the urinals. They had caused his bladder to get a bit overexcited at finally able to get a chance to relieve himself.
“I am,” Severus said rushing into a stall.
“Down now dad I’m serious,” Harry wailed as his bladder started to let go.
“Alright,” Severus replied putting him down, and cleaning off the toilet. As he unsnapped the button, mentally thanking Merlin for them and on getting more of those specific trousers soon. He focused back on Harry, ignoring the rapidly spreading stain on them as he tugged them off and hurriedly placed his child on the toilet.
“I’m a boy,” Harry muttered weakly in relief as he peed, going a bit slack on the toilet from the relief.
“Harry, I know that child,” he replied as he leaned against the wall. “Why were you going to the toilet so much today?”
“Because I was tired of acting like a baby, and I didn’t want to wet myself today. Not that it mattered,” Harry replied miserably as he continued peeing.
“You are not a baby, how many times must I tell you that child? You act the way you do because you haven’t have a chance to experience what you have now. Am I complaining? No, want to know why?” Severus explained gently.
“Why?” Harry asked curiously.
“Because I missed your childhood, and I’m trying to make up for it as well,” Severus admitted his dark eyes intense.
Harry finished, hurriedly pulling up his trousers with a stupid grin. He leaped at the man wet trousers and all and
hugged him tightly. As long as the man didn’t mind it, he was all for it. He smiled blinking back happy tears as he was spelled cleaned before being picked up. He relaxed against the man’s chest as they headed back to the show. |
Happy Christmas guys! or Happy Holidays if you prefer, my gift to you....enjoy it and I hope you guys have a wondeful and safe holiday. I feel totally accomplished for this chapter, I wrote all 4000 words of it on my phone, during lunch breaks and classes. Oh that also means, sometimes my phone doesnt let me put apostrophies and it doesnt spell check like Word does, And though i tried to catch them all I know I failed, so I'm sorry about those errors. :p
Chapter 92
Harry was excited, and was currently sitting on the chair in the floo room, where he was waiting impatiently for his father to come out of his lab. Ever since they got their tree he had been wanting to decorate it but Snape kept saying not today. But they were only a few days from Christmas, and when Harry pointed that out Snape finally said yes.
He told Harry that he would decorate it today, as soon as he finished what he was doing. Harry had been to excited that he said yes to pay attention to what the man was doing in the first place. Now that he was thinking back on it he remembered his father going into his lab, and his insides chilled.
He knew whenever Snape went in there it could be a long while until the man re emerged again. He suddenly realized (or thought he had) been tricked. No longer excited or happy for that matter, he leaned back against the chair. Snuggling up in the arm of the chair he was unable to resist the tears that came. He didn't want to think about it, but this was just like the Durselys. Why would the man do that to him?
Harry was sniffling and crying softly to himself, in his own world, that he startled when he heard the floo. Had they been expecting anyone?
Severus was bottling up the last of his potion when he heard the floo ring. He had been expecting it and moved to wash his hands. Albus had wanted to spend time with Harry, and Severus wasn't going to say no. This was the reason why he refrained from decorating the tree, they had to wait until Albus had a free day.
He knew the child had wanted to do it immediatly the day they got it, but Albus wanted to show Harry how to make magical ornaments and enchant them. Severus allowed it, and he shook his head knowing Harry was going to be excited even more so. Drying his hands he headed upstairs.
Harry wiped his nose with his hand, unsure of what to do until he heard a famaliar voice; the Headmaster! He rushed over and unlocked the floo, allowing the man to floo over. He turned as he unlocked it to see Snape walk into the room.
"Harry, why are you crying? What happened?" Severus asked as soon as he saw Harry's face, rushing over to him concern etched in his features.
At that exact moment Albus flooed over, looking at his two boys in delight before frowning as he saw Harry's face.
"Harry child, whats the matter?" He asked old face etched in concern, unknowingly echoing Severus. Albus moved over to let the man after him come after him.
Remus landed smoothly in the room, stilling instantly as he smelled the salt water. "Harry, who hurt you cub? Was it Severus?" He asked immediatly. The rational part of his brain knew that Severus would never hurt a child, but he wasn't thinking clearly. He moved towards Harry, his feet having a mind of his own.
Harry for his part embarassed but at the time was floored. How dare Professor Lupin say that about it his father? What gave him the right? He clenched his fists, as he turned to the man that had just came into their house.
Albus himself was looking at Severus, waiting to see what he would do. He knew the man's tongue could hurt like a lash if he chose to use it. And he like others didn't like to be accused of doing something they didn't do. But he got the shock when it wasn't Severus who spoke.
"How dare you come into our house and accuse my father of that? Have you no manners? Blatant disrespect of his person and myself for that matter," Harry started off, unaware that he was sounding like his father.
Remus's eyes widen, as he realized what he had said. He usually didnt speak without thinking, that was Sirius's forte. Speaking of which, he could swear he smelled the faint scent of him at the moment. He shook his head knowing that was impossible as he looked at Harry, the child's emerald eyes flashing angrily.
"I apologize Harry, I don't know what came overme. Nevertheless I shouldn't have accused Severus of such a thing," Remus said apologectically.
"Yeah right, you wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it," Harry said in a dry tone he had constantly heard from his father.
Severus and Albus not to mention Remus himself was suffering from shock as they stared at the child who was breathing heavily. Albus was too shocked for words as was Remus. Severus on the other hand while shocked was a bit proud at how Harry had defended him. He truely was like his mother in that way. He shook his head as he saw the his son's magic picking up.
"Calm yourself child," Severus mumured finally.
"He..why would he think that. You never hurt me," Harry said in disbelief. "How could he say something so foul like that?"
Severus winced, knowing how you sometimes said things in the heat of the moment and then regretted them shortly after. He sighed before shaking his head.
"Because you were crying and its known I dont like children," Severus said truthfully.
"So what? Not everyone likes kids and that doesn't even matter You like me and I'm a kid. Actually you love me. You tell me it every night," Harry, said frowning, unaware of the the headmaster's now twinkling blue eyes at that statement.
Severus shook his head at Harry's admisson, he didnt even have to look at Albus to know the old man was smiling.
"Harry I am so sorry," Remus said regretfully, he knew he made a mistake.
"It's not me you should be apologizing too. You didn'yt accuse me of being a child abuser in my own home," Harry said with a shake of his head in disbelif.
"I truly am sorry Severus," Remus said honestly as he turned to the man.
As Harry was looking at him, Severus nodded at the man. "I accept your apology," he said curtly before turning to Harry. He didnt really but that wasnt the kind of message he was trying to show his son.
"Why dont you go get Paddy and show the Headmaster him." Severus said easily, wanting to get Harry out of the room.
"Kay," Harry replied running out the room.
The minute he was gone, Severus's eyes darkened if that was possible, as he glared at the werewolf in question.
"I was going to overlook the fact that you came to my house uninvited. The invitation was for Albus alone. Inviting yourself was not proper etiquette, but i forgot Gryffindors dont know that." Severus started off coldly.
"Severus," Albus started off.
"Dont Severus me Albus, I said yes because Harry adores you and he would love spending more time with you. If the plan was to insult me in my home then you can both leave. Im pretty sure Harry and I will be ok," he replied with a shake of his head, hiding his frustration.
Severus wasnt going to admit it, but he was hurt. Oh he was extremely hurt, that the man had come into his house and accused him of hurting his child. He couldnt even bring himself to spank the boy, even though at times Harry had defintitly deserved it. The man had come into thier house and insulted him, the one place they didnt have to hide or pretend to be something they werent.
Albus wasnt blind, he knew Severus was A proud man, and he also knew when he was hurt. The man across from him was hurt and that hadnt been their intention at all.
"Severus I am deeply sorry," Remus repeated quietly, reconizing it as well.
Severus didnt answer as he heard Harry's footsteps coming back. He turned, fixing his expression knowing how percepted the child could be.
"Wheres Paddy?" Severus asked looking around.
"Hes hiding, maybe hes shy?" Harry asked frowning.
"Maybe," Severus mumured before ruffling Harry's hair. "Why were you crying earlier?" He asked quietly, as this what had started the whole mess.
"Because you said we were gonna decorate the tree today but you went in your lab," Harry said frowning.
"Yes?" Severus said in confusion. "Im always in my lab."
"Well yes but you tend to forget things when your in there, i thought you might have played a trick on me," Harry replied softly.
"I would never do that, i was waiting for Albus to come. He wanted to show you how to enchant the baubles on the tree like at Hogwarts," Severus replied. "And to make magical ornaments."
"Wicked," Harry replied happily.
"I take it you like that idea?" Severus aksed.
"Yes!" Harry said excitedly turning to the Headmaster who was taking off his traveling cloak. "I can hang it up," he said holding his arm out for it.
"Thank you Harry," Albus replied handing him the cloak.
He along with Remus and Severus watched the boy go to the coat rack and attempt was the key word to hang it up. As the child was short he wasnt making much progress, until Remus slyly levitated Harry with his wand. The boy used to being in the air didnt struggled and hung it up before grinning.
"I did it!" He said with a proud grin before looking at the three in amusment. "So which one of you helped me?" He asked knowingly.
Remus sheepishly raised his hand, and was delighted when Harry beamed at him thankfully. He shook his head as the boy landed on the ground the child was so forgiving. As Remus moved to put his cloak up he smelt it again, looked around.
"What exactly is Paddy?" He asked Harry.
"My dog, I found him and dad says I can keep him maybe," Harry replied grinning.
"What does he look like?" Remus asked wryly, having a hunch, but hoping he was wrong.
"A big scruffy black dog, but hes real friendly. He used to growl at dad but he doesnt anymore," Harry replied smiling.
Remus's face was frozen in shock, and a bit of fear. Sirius was here with Harry, he opened his mouth to say so when he stopped. "Hes friendly, he didnt try to bite you?" Remus asked in confusion.
"Nope, he licks my hand and he sleeps on my bed everynight," Harry replied proudly.
Remus shook his head, so Sirius had ample times to kill Harry and yet he hadnt even hurt him or Snape. That was very peculiar, he knew in his heart that he didnt Honestly believe Sirius had betrayed Lily and James, but the facts or lack there of were there. He turned to look to see that Albus and Severus had taken a seat and were talking about something and he took Harry's hand.
"Want to go look for him?" Remus asked.
"Yes," Harry replied leading the man towards the backyard. He knew the dog was out here, but he was hiding from him. He made a detour towards the pantry to grab a chocolate frog.
"Harry, what do you have?" Remus asked in amusment as he smelled the chocolate.
"Chocolate frog, Paddy loves them," Harry replied cheerfully.
"Harry, dogs cant have chocolate, it'll make them sick," Remus said absently, but then again he was trying not to get his hopes up that this was Sirius.
"Normal dogs maybe muggle dogs. But Paddy is a magical dog," Harry said stressing the word.
"How do you know that?" Remus asked quietly.
"Because hes not freaked out when Dad waves his wand. He doesn't think it means time to play fetch. and he got into my secret stash of chocolate frogs a few times and I thought he was gonna die but he was fine," Harry admitted as he pulled on his coat and hat. His dad would be angry if he walked out in the snow without them.
"I see," Remus replied as they walked out.
Harry closed the door behind them before walking a bit into the middle of the yard.
"Paddy you want a treat! I've got a chocolate frog with your name on it," Harry called.
Remus watched as Padfoot in all his glory leaped out from behind the bushes, he watched him come to Harry before he suddenly turned and growled in his direction. Remus had unconciously pulled his wand out and had it aimed at him.
Stop you can't hurt Paddy!" Harry yelled turning to hug the dog and try to shield him with his body.
"I wasn't Harry, relax Paddy," Remus said calmly as he put his wand away. He cocked his head as he heard Severus calling for Harry.
"Your dad is calling you Harry," he said his eyes never leaving what he knew to be Sirius.
"Don't hurt him okay?" Harry mumbled out. Unsure of who he was warning. He stood up anxiously as he looked from the man to his dog.
"I won't cub," Remus said as Harry disappeared into the house. Remus nodded to Sirius before walking out of view of the house the dog following behind him. Taking a seat behind the shed, and spelled a privacy charm around them. "Transform," he said firmly.
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Back in the house Severus turned towards Harry curiouslly. "I thought you wanted to decorate with Albus," he teased.
"I do but I was showing Professor Lupin, Paddy," Harry replied as he leaned on the chair.
"Of course, the wolf could never stay away from the mutt. Hmm that brings back unpleasant memories," Severus muttered.
"Wolf, whose a wolf? What wolf?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Severus your slipping," Albus said warningly.
"Nevermind Harry," Severus replied quickly before accioing the Christmas things.
Harry frowned but was distracted by the Christmas stuff and dropped it. He hurriedly ran to one box and eagerly started looking inside.
"Be careful Harry, some of the ornaments are old," Severus warned.
"I will, can we have hot chocolate and cookies while we decorate? Please daddy?" Harry asked brightly.
"If we must," Severus said as Tigger set off to do just that.
Severus nodded to Albus before turning on his player with Christmas music. He let the songs play in the background, the camera absently taking pictures.
Harry stood up as the Headmaster showed him, getting really into it. He drank his cocoa and didnt notice when Paddy and Professor Lupin walked back in. Occasionally all 3 men would help him but it was mostly Harry putting the decorations on and he was ok with that.
They took a break for a light lunch, which Harry noted that he had all of their attention on him. He never understood how they all just let him talk, and didnt bother shutting him up. They were each in their own thoughts always coming back to the boy in front of them. Why ruin what innoncene he had left. They didn't mind and let him do what he wanted within reason.
As Harry returned to decorating the tree after lunch he was absently talking to Paddy who took a likeing towards Professor Lupin. As he reached up on his tippy toes to hang an ornmanet on the tree he felt it. His bladder was nudging him, none too gently either. He ignored it for the time being and it got pushed to the back of his head, when he felt a chair get set next to him.
"Whats this for?" He asked.
"We couldnt help but notice, your struggle my boy. The chair will grow to whatever size you need and do not worry about falling off," Albus said easily.
"Thank you," Harry replied greatfully as he grabbed an ornament and stood on the chair. He mused that this would be so much better if the ornament box was up right too. No sooner had he thought it the box lifted itself up. He turned around wide eyed.
"Dad?" He asked, he'd always thought Snape was a mind reader.
"That should help," was all Severus said turning back to his conversation.
Harry grinned as he turned back to decorating. He didnt seem to notice that the tree was rotating either thats how into he was. Which is why 2 hours later found him wishing his bladder would freeze. He was bent at the waist trying to ignore his need. He didnt want to get down and go, he never thought decorating could be this fun and he was reluctant to end his fun. He didnt even bother to think about the 3 men in the room with him.
"Albus how many students stayed over for..." Severus stopped suddenly before pausing as he watched his son in disbelief. The child was stamping his foot and alternating beetween that and standing on one leg. Had thier been no magical barriers Severus would have been worried that he would fall. As it was he wondered if Harry aware of how bad he had to go.
"Severus, arent you going to get him?" Remus asked, speaking for Albus as well. They had all become pretty versed in Harry's bathroom dance. Remus noted in amusement that even Sir-Paddy had as well.
"No, we're at home and i usually let him realize he needs it himself," Severus admitted.
"Does he realize it in time?" Albus asked curiously.
"Usually but theyre extremely close calls, and nothing can detour him or he'll have an accident," Severus explained with a sigh.
"Thats not good in the slightest," Remus said frowning.
"I know but I can't be there all the time," Severus said his own expression practically the same.
15 minutes later found Harry frantic dancing had worsen, and had now included small whimpers that Remus himself could hear. He was frowning and Paddy had gone up to the stool and was whining at Harry who just smiled at him and continued. As he reached into the box he smiled as he saw a ornament with a muggle picture in it. He smiled at it as he realized who it was on.
"Dad is this mum?" He breathed excitedly.
"Yes," Severus replied quietly. He knew the minute he looked up what picture it was. They were at the park swinging. It was before Hogwarts, before the bitter memories started.
"Can I have it?" Harry asked shyly as he hung it on the tree. He unconciously gripped himself between the legs.
"Of course," Severus replied, raising an eyebrow at Harry current stance.
"Thanks!" Harry said happily before moaning loudly as he bent at the waist. An extreme wave of desperation had hit him, and he shut his eyes tight as he leaked, trying to prevent anything else from escaping.
Severus was alarmed, as were Albus and Remus. Not even mentioning the dog who was whining at the child. The men were in the stages of getting out their chair, unconciously all having the same thought. This was too painful to watch.
"Harry go pee!" They all blurted out, to the shock of themselves and one another. Not to mention the child himself.
Harry jumped at the tones, peeing himself a little but knew they had a point. He was extremely embarassed about how bad he let the situation get. This was a few lectures in the making. He frowned as the stool lowered enough for him to get down, but he couldnt do that without leaking even more. So he just stood their, aware of the glances in his direction.
"Why havent you gone cub?" Remus asked the question on all their minds.
"I cant get down," Harry whimpered.
"The barrier doesnt prevent you from physically jumping down," Albus said frowning.
"I know, but I cant jump down," Harry insisted quite embarrassedly from where he was holding himself quite tight on the stool.
"What have I said about waiting until the last possible moment?" Severus said as he walked over to him and set him on his feet.
"Not to," Harry said miserably as he stood stock still afraid to even move.
"Cub, why havent you moved?" Remus asked in confusion.
"Because he cant," Severus answered before Harry could. "He's waited too long, and if he moves on his own accord he knows he'll probably wet himself," He explained.
Harry ducked his head shamefully, knowing the man spoke the absoulte truth. He was embarassed that his Professors were here, if he wet himself in front of them he would never be able to look them in the eye again.
"Dad, could you help me?" Harry asked softly, trying to keep his traitourous tears at bay.
"What if I were to say no? Then what would you do?" Severus said instead.
"I dont know," Harry said sniffling softly.
"You brought this on yourself child, what if we were at school right now? You said you had no wish to be humilated, why have you been ignoring your body then?" Severus lectured.
Harry's lower lip trembled, knowing his father was right. He looked at the ground as his tears fell. He usually got his lectures after he went, so this was different. He squirmed on the spot, as his bladder spasmed.
"Daddy I hafta wee!" Harry cried out tearfully.
"Then do so," Severus said quietly, he was all set to teach Harry a lesson in tough love.
"I can't make it," Harry sobbed. What was Snape doing? He always hurried him to the toilet, why wasnt he doing it now?
"Then you should have thought about that when you chose to ignore your body's needs." Severus said dimissively.
"I'm gonna have an accident," Harry blubbered. He realized just what his father was doing; and though he was angry at the man he knew this was his own fault.
"Help him Severus," Albus gently chided, seeing the werewolf who looked like he was restraining his own self from helping the boy. This was a matter beetween father and son, and he knew Remus was aware of that. Albus knew what Severus was doing but his heart ached for the child.
Severus didnt reply to the man, a bit relieved that the man had spoken. He wouldnt have gone to help Harry no matter how much he wanted to. His heart ached for the child as well but this was a lessonhe had to learn sooner or later, guess it was going to be later. It was intresting to note that Albus and Lupin were having trouble staying just as strong. Nodding once to Albus he carefully picked up his child before hurrying towards the toilet.
"Im sorry," Harry wailed as he held himself tight.
"Enough child," Severus said firmly as he shut the toilet door behind them, setting the child in front of the toilet.
"Please dont be mad," Harry hiccupped tearfully as he hurriedly shoved his trousers down.
"I'm incredibly disapointed in you," Severus said turning to walk out the loo.
"Wait," Harry whined. He was feeling horrible before but now he wanted to crawl into his bed and sob. Those words only cemented in his brain that he had messed up.
"For what? You dont need my help with your trousers, they're already down," Severus said with a raised eybrow.
"I know but I wanna talk to you," Harry said urgently as he danced in front of the toilet stubbornly.
"Harry James, we will talk after you finish I can assure you," Severus said firmly. "Go pee!"
Harry winced at the tone but nodded. He quickly pulled himself out, and had barely a chance to aim at the toilet bowl before he forcibly started peeing. He breathed a sigh of relief before hurriedly looking up, but the man was gone.
Severus came back into the sitting room and calmly took a seat. Reaching for his tea, he hesistated before drinking it,turning his an incrediolous gaze towards Albus.
"Calming draught really Albus?" He mumured in amusement as he looked in his cup. He had smelled it before he tasted it but he trusted the man.
"Yes well, you look like you need one," he said unabashedly.
"What about the wolf? He had to fight himself to stay seated if i recall," Severus sneered.
"Remus has taken the potion," Albus said gesturing to the man, who was sitting calmly next to him.
"Of Course being Gryffindors," Severus said sneering. He knew how much Gryffindors tended to trust so easily.
"No, it was spelled into his stomach, he seemed admant that he didn't need it. But as Harry will be talking to all of us, it was imperative that he take it," Albus informed him.
"I am his father," Severus said angrily.
"So you are, I'm his psuedo godfather and Albus is his psuedo grandfather. Nonetheless, you do not discipline a child in anger, especially one with a background in abuse like Harry." Remus interjected quietly.
Severus glared at the man, but he knew the werewolf had a point. He stayed silent but they all turned as one when they heard Harry come back into the room.
Harry stood, by the door unable to make himself go further inside. He didn't say anything, but he wanted nothing more but to run and hide in his room.
"Harry, will you show me your room again?" Albus asked gently as he stood up.
Harry didn't answer, his sad gaze on his father who wasn't looking at him. "Daddy?" He gulped out miserably.
"Go with Albus," Severus said blankly.
"Noo!" Harry yelled followed by a loud sob.
"Enough of the dramatics Harry, go with Albus," Severus repeated firmly.
"Don't be mad please," Harry pleaded tearfully.
"I need to gather my thoughts before I speak with you," Severus told him tightly.
"M'sorry, so sorry," Harry blubbered as he rushed to the dark haired man. He launched himself at him, burying his face in the man's stomach.
To say Severus was shocked was putting it lightly. His hand automatically came to rest on the dark head that was trying to dig into his stomach. His stomach churned at the sobs, coming from the child. Severus shared as look with both the wolf and Albus before sighing. The child really was making him soft, as he started rubbing his back soothingly.
"Hush Harry, there is no need to get this upset child," Severus said quietly.
"Am sorry daddy, please believe me. I was having to much fun, I wont do it again," Harry pleaded through his tears.
Severus sighed as he stood up, lifting the child up with him and hugging him to his chest. He didnt feel like comforting the child in frony of Albus who would twinkle his eyes for ever and the wolf who would give him a knowing smile.
He excused himself and walked out the room with Harry intent on comforting his inconsolable child. He made his way up the steps and into Harry's room where he took a seat on his bed. He allowed the child to cry himself, all the way rubbing his back soothingly. As Harry's sobs turned into Sniffles, Severus pulled him back a bit to look at him.
"Are you okay now?" He asked quietly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the boy's nose
Harry continued his whimpering, unable to relax his hold on the man. He was afraid that saying yes would get him pushed off instantly.
"Harry? Are you alright now?" Severus repeated again.
"No," Harry hiccuped tearfully, all ready to gear up and start crying again from his hurt.
Severu sighed before shaking his head. "They why dont you tell me whats wrong so I can help you,"
Harry sniffled, unsure if that was a trick question or not. He knew his father had gotten tired of him already. Snape wasnt really a patient man to start out with and Harry had clearly bled all the patience he might have once had out.
"Dont send me away!" He blubbered out.
"And why would I do that?" Severus asked, thoroughly shocked. He was trying to think back if he had ever gave Harry the impression that he didnt want him anymore.
"Because you hate how I wont ask for the toilet," Harry wailed. "I'll be better!"
Severus sighed once more and proceeded to comfort his child. He didnt think he would ever get how children can somehow think the way the do. He rocked him all the while mumuring soothing words, knowing in the back of his mind that the wolf was probably hearing it all. But as Harry started to calm down, he found he couldnt bring himself to care. |
Happy New year and I hope to have this story finished soon, so more updates, a whole lot faster. Sorry for the wait, but I've been moving and life is sucky so yeah. That got in the way, anyway, here the chapter. Chapter 93 The night before Christmas found Harry excitedly watching some Christmas shows. At the moment he was watching The Grinch, and loved it. He snuggled into his father's side with Paddy at his feet, excited about the next morning. His father explained that in the magical world Father Christmas was an actual person. It completely blew his mind, but considering that the Headmaster who looked like Merlin was real he believed it.After all, no one had been able to prove it untrue. He couldn't wait to wake up in the morning, his father had kept hinting at him getting a lot of gifts. Since he was used to getting only a handful naturally Harry was excited. Leaving out the customary Milk and Cookies, he turned back to the telly. Thanking his father for the warm hot chocolate in his hands he found his head nodding back and forth as he fought against sleep. "Sleepy Harry?" Severus asked in amusement."No, I'm fine," Harry murmured placing his cup on the table in front of them."Of course you are," he replied before pulling up a blanket on him. Severus watched the remainder of the program and when he looked back down he wasn't surprised to see that Harry had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself looking at his child in amusement. He was feeling very good at this point in time, and wished that he could stay in this moment forever. Shaking his head at his own sentimental thoughts, he carefully stood up before picking Harry up in his arms. He made sure the telly was turned off before carrying his precious cargo up the stairs. He was so happy that he had told Harry to get dressed for bed before the movie that he merely just tucked him in and was done. Kissing the top of his child's head, Severus headed back downstairs. He needed to get a few things ready so Harry could have one of the best Christmas's ever.He worked quietly and efficiently as he placed the presents in no particular order under the tree, before moving over to the stockings over the fireplace. He grinned as he spelled Harry's in particular before loading it with the little trinkets, he had acquired over the months for just this time. As he finished, Severus grinned wryly as he realized Harry had a massive pile of gifts, but he knew that given his upbringing his child wouldn't act like a spoiled brat. Knowing already that Harry was going to wake him up early as all children tended to do on the holidays, he headed to bed early.Harry woke up the next morning to the sun coming through his window, and he groaned before burying his head into his pillow. He was just about to go back to sleep when he remembered just what day it was. "It's Christmas," he said in an awe voice as he shoved the covers back. "Paddy move." Harry yawned before getting out of bed and hurrying down the hall. He was in the process of going downstairs when he stopped and looked back. Was his dad downstairs yet? He didn't know if his father wanted him to open the presents yet. Dudley always did but he knew his cousin wasn't the best example to follow unless he wanted to get into trouble. Harry opened the door to his father's room and quietly creeped inside. He shivered slightly wondering why his dad's room was cloaked in darkness when his own was lit. Harry smiled before he ran and took a running leap onto the bed. "Oomph," Severus grunted from somewhere under the covers."Wake up Dad, it's Christmas," Harry said excitedly."So it is child," Severus replied tiredly."Let's go, so we can open presents," Harry said shaking his father a bit."Don't you want to wait until it's a bit later to open then Harry?" He asked, not even opening his eyes."No sir, I wanna open them now," Harry said bouncing so his father could hurry up. Severus poked an eye out and looked at his child before sighing inwardly. He wasn't about to take away Harry's joy just because he could use a few more hours of rest. He yawned as he started to get out of bed, careful of Harry who moved off him and stood by the bed. He stretched before grabbing the boy's hand and made their way out of the room. "One moment child," Severus said as they passed the loo."What is it?" Harry asked impatiently."Meet me downstairs," Severus said with a shake of his head."Why? Where are you going?" Harry asked suspiciously, inwardly wondering if his dad was going to go back to bed or something."The toilet Harry, did you need to go as well?" Severus asked tiredly."No I wanna open presents," Harry said dismissing the fact that his bladder might have been full."Alright so just give me a few minutes," Severus said gently. Harry huffed before nodding. "Can I ask Tigger if I can have some hot chocolate while I wait?" He asked softly. "Sure," Severus nodded as he entered into the bathroom. Harry hurried downstairs, eagerly accepting the hot chocolate as he took a seat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. Though he wanted to touch everything, he refrained from doing so remembering the Dursely training well. Though apart of him knew that most of those presents under the tree were his, he still couldn't believe it. By the time Snape had come downstairs, Harry was sitting on his hands quietly as he looked at the tree silently. Severus narrowed his eyes, as the camera hovered in the background. He had expected the child to start ripping into the packages, which is what the camera was timed too flash. Grabbing a few cushions and setting them on the floor, Severus took a seat next to Harry. "I would have thought you would have opened a few by now, with the way you were carrying on upstairs," Severus said lightly. Harry shrugged. "I didn't want to get into trouble," he murmured. "You haven't done anything yet child," Severus said handing him a gift. Harry grabbed it gingerly and turned it over in his hand in awe. He shook it carefully wondering what was in it, entranced with the magical wrapping paper. He found himself looking intently at it, before grabbing the snitch that on it. Grinning widely he turned to his father who was looking at him in amusement. "Go on, open it," Severus instructed him when it seemed Harry wasn't going to do it himself. Harry grinned before tearing into the gift without another thought, glancing once at the man to make sure it was ok. He gasped as he looked at the stack of books, he could remember wanting to read them as a kid but wasn't allowed. How in the heck did Snape know about them? "Remember the Ronald Dahl Museum we went too?" Severus asked, knowing Albus had told him about the certain books Harry kept looking longingly at but hadn't asked either of them to buy it. It had taken all of Severus's self restraint not to tell him that he was getting him them for Christmas."I remember," Harry grinned happily, as he hugged them to his chest. Harry smiled as he made himself gently moved them to the side and pull another present out. He looked up as Snape stood up and grabbed a stocking. "Look inside of it," Severus said with a rare smile."There's nothing in it," Harry said frowning, the sock looked empty."Reach your hand in," Severus said, eyes glittering in amusement. Harry nodded skeptically before reaching inside, eyes widening when he felt something hard. He pulled it out, eyes alight in excitement and surprise when he held out a candy cane as long as his arm. "I love magic," he grinned happily reaching back in it and pulling out a toy racecar. He grinned unable to resist once more before pulling out a chocolate orange. He was in heaven at this point."As we all," Severus replied agreeing. Harry regretfully set his stocking to his side planning on coming back to it, as he shoved a piece of the chocolate orange in his mouth. He reached for another present, grinning when it revealed a quidditch play set. He smiled widely, as he continued opening the rest of his gifts. He absently drank his hot chocolate that never seemed to be ending as he opened them. As he grabbed another gift a bit further under the tree, he felt a familiar pressure in his lower stomach. He knew immediately that his bladder was full having not used it when he woke up. Harry frowned, but he didn't get up. He was having too much fun to get up and go at the moment. He read the present in his hand and grinned before holding it out to Snape. "What's this?" Severus asked curiously as he grabbed it."It's your gift," Harry said shyly."From who?" Severus asked as he looked down to see the tag."Me," Harry replied softly. Severus nodded as he examined the box more closely then. He hadn't been expecting Harry to give him a gift and a part of him was curious not to mention touched to see what the child had gotten for him. "Thank you Harry," Severus replied sincerely."But you haven't even opened it yet," Harry replied in confusion."I know," Severus said as he carefully unwrapped the present. Harry watched the man closely, hoping he would like it. Charlie had explained to him about what Snape would probably like. He and Ron had told Charlie about the Basilisk and he informed them about it being great in potions. They were rare ingredients, because the giant snake was rare in itself not to mention nearly extinct. He told them that the skin and teeth and flesh of the great snake were priceless and everyone serious about potions would love it as a gift. Harry had gone into the Chamber one Saturday by himself, intending on getting some part of the snake for the man only to have the Headmaster and Fawkes flash in angrily before he could even touch it. Harry blushed as he remembered the firm swats that the old man had given him for once more risking his life. He hadn't understood at the time, all he could think about was he was getting another spanking but this time by the Headmaster of all people. He was embarrassed that he had cried, he had underestimated how hard the old man's hand was but now he could see where he went wrong. He shrugged at the thought, knowing the man was right; he had no idea how to harvest the ingredients himself. He could have gotten some venom on him and poisoned himself for all he knew. He was however able to get a vial of Phoenix tears and a few feathers from Fawkes. Harry hoped Snape would appreciate it as he had also enclosed a note inside. He was brought back to the present as Snape made a noise next to him. "What is it?" Harry asked curiously, turning to look at him."What kind of skin is this?" Severus asked in a shocked tone, holding out the massive snake skin."Basilisk, I was gonna harvest the skin and teeth for you but the Headmaster said I couldn't without you there," Harry said quietly."Basilisk?!" Severus asked in surprise. "The legend was true?""Yeah, I killed it though," Harry replied proudly.What do you mean you were going to harvest the skin and teeth?" Severus asked, his tone turning dangerous."Um, I mean, I well," Harry trailed off quietly unsure of how to proceed with this. Severus for his part was floored, absently glancing inside at the rare gift of Phoenix tears and feathers in the box. He was more interested in hearing the about the legendary snake. He didn't want to turn the happy mood, because he had heard a bit on how Harry almost died from a bite. Not to mention he wanted to know just how Harry was going to harvest said items, when the child had yet to have a lesson on it. It worried him greatly, but he knew now wasn't the time for it. It was still Christmas, and he didn't want Harry to get in trouble today, that could wait until tomorrow. "Tell me tomorrow and maybe we can go to Hogwarts and check out the Chamber," Severus said trying to keep his excitement to a minimum."Okay," Harry replied with a sigh of relief before turning back to the presents. Severus watched him open the gifts silently, shaking his head at what an amazing boy Harry Potter really was. He smirked knowing that a year ago, if someone had of told him that he would be sitting here with his adopted son who just happened to be Harry Potter he would have had then shipped to St. Mungo's without question. He smiled as Harry's eyes alighted with each gift he opened; he wasn't the slightest bit worried about the boy becoming spoiled. Harry was in heaven, he had an assortment of muggle and magical toys and gifts. That wasn't even mentioning the clothes he had gotten, and the glow in the dark socks in 8 different colors that the Headmaster had gotten him. He felt so spoiled, but he knew his father wouldn't think that so he kept quiet on it. He pulled out a present that was shaped oddly liked a broom and he grabbed it eagerly opened it. He gasped as he realized it was the Firebolt! That was the fastest broom on the market and he now owned it. He looked to his father who was staring at the broom curiously, looking around to see who it was from. Harry turned to look at Paddy who was licking his knee happily and he giggled. "This is wicked," he gushed as he admired it."Let me see the broom Harry," Severus asked quietly. He couldn't find a tag on the wrapping paper."Why?" Harry asked softly, unconsciously holding it to his chest. He wasn't a stranger to having something of his taken away and never returned. He didn't want that to happen to his broom, not that he thought Snape would do it by why tempt fate?"I just want to see who it's from," Severus explained. He knew the broom wasn't cursed or anything of the sort as it wouldn't have even been able to get through his wards. He held his hands out for the broom; his son was coveting in his chest. He knew what the protective gesture meant, and his heart ached for the child."Are you gonna give it back?" Harry asked softly as he squirmed in his seat."Of course child, do you need the toilet?" Severus asked in return."You promise?" Harry asked pretending not to hear the man's last question."I promise child," Severus replied honestly as he held his hand out for the broom. Harry wiggled in his seat before handing the man the broom, standing up to check out the gifts behind the tree. He also took that time to squeeze himself, and audibly sighed in relief before he could help himself. Severus who was looking intently over the broom, still found himself testing it for an undetectable curses just in case. There wasn't any, but he felt better now that he had checked. He looked up curiously when he heard Harry sigh, before seeing him hidden by the tree. "Harry what are you doing over there?" Severus asked curiously."Grabbing, um more presents," Harry said quickly. He had to pee so bad, he couldn't stand it. He hadn't realized he had let the situation get this bad. He whimpered softly, but he didn't want to go as Snape had just asked him if he needed the toilet. He would look like some kind of baby if he blurted it out now."Everything ok over there Harry?" Severus asked worriedly. He had heard how rushed his son's voice was, and he was a bit concerned as any parent would be."M'fine dad," Harry said as he hurriedly took a seat. Severus dropped it, placing his own protective charms on the broom as Harry opened some more gifts As he finished, he rested the broom against the mantle, before looking up at the boy next to him. "Open this, it's from the Headmaster," Harry said as he writhed around on his bum in his desperation."You sure you don't need the loo?" Severus asked as he took the present."I'm sure," Harry answered, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice."You'd better not be lying to me Harry, you don't want to start Christmas on a bad note," Severus said warningly."I don't have to go," Harry said more forcefully. He didn't want to get in trouble, as he had lied already he was already in the hole."Alright," Severus said dropping it as he opened up the present. It contained firewhiskey along with a neon green pair of socks."I got socks too, they're cool," Harry said as he showed the man his."He does that every year," Severus said in amusement."Cool, does he take requests?" Harry asked, eyes lighting happily."He might, you'll have to ask him," Severus told him honestly."I will," Harry replied excitedly before turning his body from his father so he could hold himself. Severus saw the move for what it was, and though he was annoyed he pretended he didn't see a thing. He shook his head, as he had told Albus before he couldn't always be there for Harry. The child, needed to listen to his body. As Severus grabbed another package with his name on it, he knew immediately who it was from as it was wrapped in his Slytherin colors. Knowing it was from Minerva, he started to unwrap it, keeping an eye on his unable to be still child. He shook his head in disbelief, could the boy be having that much fun that he couldn't realize he need to wee? Harry was now on his knees, rocking as he tried to open the packaging on one of his toys. He wasn't having much luck and at the moment, he felt like he was about to pee on himself right there. He was just about to get up and go when he felt a wet nose on his leg. He glanced over at Paddy who was now pulling his shirt like he wanted Harry to get up. "What is it boy? What do you need Paddy?" Harry asked as he stood up. He crossed his legs as gravity hit it, before unconsciously shoving his hand below his waistband of his pajamas to hold himself He didn't even think about the fact that his father could see everything, all he was worried about was not peeing himself. Harry wasn't sure what the dog was doing, but he allowed him to basically lead him wherever it was. Sirius was at a loss by then, he had seen Harry's dance when Snape did and had wondered why the man hadn't insisted the boy go. Couldn't he see that Harry couldn't be bothered because he was having too much fun? Not wanting his godson to have an accident, or get in trouble, he had taken matters into his own hands…or paws. At the moment, it was like he was pulling dead weight as Harry who was only a few minutes away from wetting his pajama trousers allowed himself to be led. He huffed as he led Harry to toilet just passed the stairs on their current floor, before butting the door with his nose. Harry looked at the dog curiously before glancing at the door. He knew where they were, but why in the world did Paddy lead him here? "Do you need to go outside Paddy?" Harry asked as he jumped out and down in front of the door. He didn't want to go in case the dog needed to, it wasn't fair if Harry went and Paddy had to wait. Harry winced as he bent at the waist in desperation, glancing back at the door. He hoped the dog would hurry up and make up its mine, before Harry lost all control. Sirius stared at Harry in a look of disbelief, head turning to wonder where the he hell was Snape. He barked lowly, before pushing the boy gently towards the door. He didn't want to push him too hard or all his hard work would be in vain if Harry suddenly lost control of his bladder to it. "You want me to go then?" Harry asked, marching in place. "Right I was," Harry said before quickly opening the door and rushing in. Harry stood in front of the toilet and was just pushing the pajama bottoms down when he remembered Paddy. He was about to warn the dog not to look(it felt awkward going in front of an animal) but he was surprised to see that Paddy had his paws covering his eyes as he laid on the floor.Harry sighed in relief as he started forcibly peeing, rubbing his lower stomach absently. He gasped as he saw Snape stop in the doorway, wondering if he could disappear now. He wasn't embarrassed, but he had lied to the man. Snape didn't tolerate liars from anyone, not Harry or any of the other students, or his Slytherins. "I thought you didn't need to go," Severus said quietly."I'm sorry," Harry replied softly, unable to go anywhere as he peed."You know how I feel about liars Harry, come see me when you're finished," Severus said before walking away. He was just going to give Harry a small talking to but he meant what he said earlier, as it was Christmas there would be no punishments dealt out. But as for tomorrow since it was a new day, he couldn't say. Harry frowned, not making himself hurry in the slightest. He had made it so that had to count for something right? Granted he knew if Paddy hadn't pulled him away, he probably would be in a different state right now. Harry sighed sadly as he stream started to dwindle down before he finished. Taking his time washing his hands and drying them, he looked at Paddy as he finished. "Thanks Paddy," he mumbled before walking out the door and back in the sitting room. Severus was sitting on a chair, drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper. He glanced up when he saw Harry gesturing for him to come to him. He didn't say anything as the obviously nervous child took a seat across from him. He let the boy stew there for a moment as he finished up with the article he was reading. Harry sat there quietly, and stiffly for that matter Paddy laying at his feet. He swallowed fearfully as he wiped his sweaty hands on his pajamas. He held his breath as Snape finally put down the paper. "Why did you lie to me?" Severus said sternly."I…I don't know," Harry replied softly."Are you lying again?" Severus asked in disbelief."Yes I mean no, I just didn't want to go," Harry blurted out quickly as he hung his head in shame."And why didn't you want to go?" Severus murmured."Because I wanted to continue opening presents with you," Harry confessed."And you would have when you came back. If you had gone to the toilet when I did this could have all been prevented. Not that it matters as you didn't have an accident." Severus said."So I'm not in trouble right? Because I didn't have an accident," Harry said inwardly breathing a sigh of relief."If you would have had an accident, you still wouldn't have been in trouble. An accident is just that child, however you are indeed still in trouble," Severus informed him."Why am I in trouble? I didn't do anything," Harry asked appalled at the whole thing."You lied to my face about the fact that you didn't need the toilet, when it was obvious that you did. I do not tolerate liars, you will be punished for that," Severus told him firmly."Oh," Harry said sadly, before gulping. He was getting a detention on Christmas, or worse grounded on Christmas. He sighed, well there went all his presents."I am neither the evil dungeon bat everyone says I am, nor heartless as they think I am. And as today is Christmas, you will not be punished until tomorrow," Severus explained. Harry breathed a sigh of relief refusing to think on tomorrow. He launched himself at the man and hugged him tight before turning around and going back to opening his gifts on this very special day. |
Chapter 94 Harry was currently grinning from ear to ear. This Christmas was possibly the best he had ever had and it was all thanks to the man next to him. They were going to Hogwarts, and Paddy didn’t want to come. Harry didn’t mind, he was thinking about the knapsack with some of his gifts in.He was even more excited when his dad told him that he had some presents that Albus and Professor Lupin wanted to give him. This is why they were dressed and instead of their modest Christmas dinner, they were going to have a Christmas Lunch at the Castle. Harry was ecstatic by this point as he grabbed his father and they flooed to Hogwarts.Harry let go the instant they got there, wobbling a bit as he looked around. The castle was quiet and he knew that none of the students had stayed this year. The threat of Sirius Black was so great that Parents and Children alike were frightened, and they had reason to be. Though Harry wouldn’t go after the man, if the man came after him he wasn’t going to run away like a little baby. No he was going to fight the man for what he did, and how he betrayed his parents. Shaking away those thoughts he followed his father to the Great Hall.He smiled and wished everyone a Happy Christmas, choosing to sit next to the Headmaster, and thank him profusely for his presents. Harry ate a lot, well a lot for him and as much as he could stomach before he sat back in contentment. As the food settled, he started to doze in his chair as he had no one his age to talk you. He didn’t seem to notice when Professor Lupin picked him up, and carried him out of the Great Hall with the Headmaster and his dad.“What was so important that you needed to talk to me about on Christmas Albus?” Severus asked, as he checked to see that Harry was indeed sleeping like he thought.“Startling evidence has shown up at the ministry in light of Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban this year,” Albus said quietly.“What do you mean?” Remus asked softly, looking up alarmed. He was so grateful that he could hold a solid poker face. He had alreadyheard Sirius’s point of view and the man had provided a pensive memory and Remus had taken it upon himself to send it to Amelia Bone’s office. He was pretty sure he knew what the man was going to say but he had to play his part. Just because he wasn’t a Slytherin didn’t mean he wasn’t cunning when he needed to be.“What does this mean Albus?” Severus said uneasily.“That an innocent man may have spent 12 years in prison for a crime that he didn’t commit,” Albus replied before stopping as Harry whimpered and turned his head, which was laying on Remus’s shoulder.Remus nodded following the movement, his eyes connecting with Severus. Whatever they needed to discuss they had to wait because even though the child was sleep, there was the chance that he could understand this or wake up in the middle of the conversation. He followed them to the Headmaster’s office, walking towards the room that Albus had pointed out.“Wait, I need to go back to the Manor for a moment,” Severus said heading towards the fireplace.“What did you forget?” Albus asked curiously as he took a seat behind his desk.“Harry’s nighttime underwear, this would be awfully humiliating for him if he found out he wet himself in the Albus’s personal rooms,” Severus said before he disappeared in the fire.Remus shook his head in amusement, knowing that the dark haired man was right. He didn’t bother to take a seat as 2 minutes laterSeverus had returned and was gesturing for Harry. He handed the boy off to his father and took a seat in one of the chairs across from Albus.“I’ll just be a moment,” Severus said as they disappeared into the room off the man’s office. He walked down the hall towards the room that Albus said held all of Harry’s gifts. He walked in and smiled as he laid Harry on the bed and changed him. Kissing the top of the messy head he closed the door behind him as he walked back down the corridor and back to Albus’s office. As he took a seat he glanced at the wolf curiously as he suddenly stopped talking.“Harry won’t know where to go if he wakes up alone. Why not just put him into the room just off the office?” Remus asked softly.Severus sighed as he stood up and grabbed his child, followed by the Gryffindor who grabbed the presents and followed him, Once Harry was situated in the room right off the office Severus watched as Albus put up a silencing charm around them the room so Harry couldn’t hear anything, and absently locked the door. Severus turned from the door to look at Albus who was looking very grave and every much his age as he stared at his Professors.“So what were you saying about Black?” Severus said quietly.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~When Harry woke up, he wasn’t sure exactly where he was nor how long he had fallen asleep. He smiled as he found a clock frowning as he realized that it was just hitting 4 o’clock, and he vaguely remembered falling asleep at the lunch table. He stretched and looked around. He grinned as he noticed he was in a room full of presents.He eagerly got off the bed and ran to one, finding his name on it. He was jumping around excitedly before picking it up and gently shaking it, in case something fragile was in it. He wanted to open it but his childhood had him refraining from doing so at least until he heard someone speak to him.“Young man I was instructed to tell you that you may open your gifts now,” Headmaster Dippet said from his portrait on the wall. “Oh, and where exactly am I?” Harry asked, taking a seat on the floor.“You are in the Headmaster’s room. He is talking with your father and Professor Lupin at the moment. I will tell them you are awake momentarily,” he told the child.“Thank you sir,” Harry said gratefully as he ripped through his first present, losing interest in the conversation and focusing solely on what he was doing.The Headmaster in the portrait shook his head in amusement before going to tell Albus that the child was awake. They were deep into a conversation that he knew the child didn’t need to hear so he left the boy to continue playing.Harry wasn't sure how long it had been since he had woken up from his nap, only that he had time enough to open all his gifts and play with them and now he needed the toilet. He shifted in his wet goodnight before padding his way to the door and turning the knob only to find it locked. He frowned before trying to twist the doorknob once more before realizing he was indeed stuck.Shaking his head he took out his wand and attempted to Alohamora it, but found that whatever locking charm was on it, it was more then he could open it. He bounced on his toes, not wanting to have an accident, and not liking the fact that the Headmaster had locked him in the room. What was the man trying to prove? Shaking his head he resorted to get help the other way by pounding on the door, but that only resulted in his hands getting hurt and him huffing in anger.“What the heck?” He whined as he looked around the room in desperation for something to help him out. “Dad? Daddy I need to go!” He yelled, unaware that there was a silencing charm around his room.Harry whimpered as he held himself, before remembering the portrait. As he made his way over to it he found that the man wasn't even in it. What was he going to do now?Meanwhile back in Albus's the office, the Headmaster was stroking his long white beard as he looked back from the two men across from him. Remus he could see was much to calm about the fact that his old childhood friend was mistakenly convicted and Severus looked pretty torn.It didn't take a genius to know just why the latter was looking the way he was. He could practically see the wheels turning in the man's head, knowing that he felt threatened that Harry and his happiness was now up in the the air, and rightly so. Sirius was Harry's godfather and even if he was legally adopted by Severus he could fight him and would mostly likely win regardless of the time spent in Azkaban.On the bases that they imprisoned him wrongly and Severus was a former death eater. As it was the adoption was currently a secret and they were trying to keep it that way. Albus sighed this would not end well for his boys, and he wished that there was somehow he could get Sirius to reconsider this. But as they didn't know where the man was, there was nothing they could do but wait.He shook his head, wishing that Sirius had someway of seeing how Severus and Harry interacted, then he wouldn't try to break them up. But the old man shook his head, as he too remembered just how much Sirius Black hated Severus Snape, and the feeling was completely mutual.“Severus try not to worry about, I'm sure that Sirius will contact Remus shortly and we'll go from there,” Albus said gently.Severus turned an incredulous look to the old man. “Black will never allow me to keep Harry, I don't know what kind of world you are living in Albus. Harry means the world to him, I know that and I don't even like the man,” he said with a resigned tone. He just knew he was losing his child and there was nothing he could do about it.“It will be alright Severus, you'll see,” Remus couldn't help but say softly. He knew Sirius's thoughts on the situation and he had been in shock when the man told him that he had no plans to take Harry from the Slytherin. He himself had been skeptical with reason of course because they all knew how hotheaded Sirius was. And he would never accept that a Slytherin, and Snape of all people was raising his godson.At least he wasn't willing to believe it until Sirius had told him of the things that he had witness between Snape and Harry when everyone else was gone. He knew in his heart that Sirius knew that Severus had Harry's best interests at heart; regardless if who the child's father was. Now all they had to do was wait until Amelia got the public on their side and then Sirius would be well on his way to a trial. He shook his head, making himself focus on the conversation going on in front of him.Back in the room Harry's face was turning various colors in his desperation. He couldn't hold it forever, and already his stomach was feeling a bit achy. He hobbled to the door once more, leaning his head on in tiredly. “Let me out! Please its an emergency!” He yelled as loud as he could, before he started sniffling.He didn't like feeling hopeless and he hated being locked up in a room unable to get out. Add to the fact that he had an urge he wasn't a happy camper. He tried to act his age and control himself but his small bladder just had enough. He didn’t even bother stifling the sob that escaped from his throat when he felt his warmth running down his slacks and onto the hardwood floor below. His body sagged in relief as he leaned against the door a he relieved himself. It was during this moment when the old headmaster in the portrait reappeared.“My word child,” Headmaster Dippet said in a horrified tone as he took in the obvious tear stained face so he knew that the child hadn’t done this out of spite. “Let me get Albus for you,” he said before he disappeared again. As the old Headmaster went back to his other portrait he had barely opened his mouth when Remus spoke. Remus sniffed the air suddenly before he turned his gaze to the door where Harry was in, shaking his head silently as he saw the puddle underneath it.“Albus, did you put a silencing charm or a privacy charm around the room Harry was in?” Remus asked as he stood up.“A silencing charm, now that I think about it,” Albus said quietly as he looked at the man in confusion.“Harry's had an accident,” Remus said softly, sighing as Severus stood up and hurried towards the door.Severus sighed before he canceled the charms, and opened the door to find Harry hugging himself in one of his defensive positions and he hurried over to his son. He pulled out his wand and waved him clean picking him up immediately after. He looked down at how the little boy suddenly tensed in his arms.“You locked me in!” Harry sobbed out.“I didn’t Harry, Albus made a small mistake,” Severus told him apologetically.“I couldn't get out, it was JUST like my cupboard!” He screamed out angrily, his voice heavy with hurt.Severus winced, but didn’t have it in him to reprimand Harry for his tone, as the boy had every right to be. He blew out a a breath, as he heard a brief gasp behind him.“I know, I'm so sorry Harry, I should have double checked,” Severus told him gently.Harry was choking on a sob trying to bury his face into the man's shoulder. He had an accident in the Headmaster's rooms no less. He knew portraits were gossipy and he just knew that this was going to be around the school.“I wanna go home,” he cried out, feeling more low then he had ever felt.Severus gave Albus an apologetic look as he started to speak but the man just held his hand up for silence as he had something he wanted to say.“Harry, my boy? I'm deeply sorry for what happened, and you have my full confidence that no one will know of this,” Albus promised.Harry sniffled as he looked around the man's office tearfully. “The portrait saw, he knows! And he could tell,” he said tearfully.“No child, that's Headmaster Dippet, he would never do that I promise you,” Albus told him firmly before gently plucking the child out of Severus's arms, much to both of their protests.Albus gently rocked the child, feeling extremely remorseful, and even more wretched once he remembered what they had talked about. After apologizing to Harry, he along with his other professors, started asking Harry about the gifts that he received. And he tried not to think about Sirius returning and what that meant for two of his favorite boys. |
So the story actually has 101 Chapters, so my bad, either way its nearly done too, and its been a wild ride I tell you that. Chapter 95 The day after Christmas found Harry bored out of his mind. True to his word his father had told him he was grounded to his room for the whole day. He was able to come out when he needed the loo, but he was warned about abusing that privilege so though he was tempted numerous times to go to the loo even though he didn’t need to he resisted not wanting to be in even more trouble.He had eaten breakfast by himself and his father tended to pop his head into his room every so often but Harry was bored. All of his Christmas things were still downstairs, and his other toys didn’t fully hold his attention because he knew he just got some new toys downstairs. He was supposed to be going to the Burrow today to play his game boy with Ron but that got canceled all because he didn’t want to go pee.He growled at himself angrily, it wasn’t his fault. Why the heck did the urge hit when he was having so much fun. He huffed before turning his face into his pillow. It was only 11am, and he swore he was slowly starting to go mad. He jumped up when he heard the floo ring, and he hurried to his door to see if he could hear it. He didn’t open it because it was spelled, and didn't want to alert his dad.He sighed as he couldn't hear a thing, as he was about to just open it, the door opened his father walking in with a potion vial. He sighed knowing what it was, but he wasn't about to complain. He hadn't spent an entire day in his room but he dying to get out. If it meant he had to be Emery Snape so be it, he liked it anyway."What are you doing?" He asked curiously."Lucius and Draco are here," Severus said as if that explained everything."But I'm grounded," Harry said before he could stop himself. He was moron, why was he reminding the man about his punishment. It seemed his father had the same thought as he gave Harry a look of disbelief."Have you no sense of self preservation?" He asked in shock."It slipped out, if i can take it back?" Harry pleaded as he looked at the vial to his freedom so to speak.Severus smiled a small smile. "Just this once child," he said holding out the vial.Harry grinned as he took the potion. He felt his features changed, fiddling with the protective pedant around his neck."Why are they here?" He asked curiously."Draco has gotten a potion's kit for Christmas and he wants to work on it. Lucius has no time today so he asked me." Severus explained."Oh, so you and Draco are gonna be in the lab all day?" Harry asked. He groaned inwardly, he kinda like potions now but he didn't want to spend a vacation day in the lab. He hated to say it but he would rather be in his room, if that was the case."We are but Lucius requested if he could bring you," Severus said."What for?" Harry asked intrigued."The Bulgarian Quidditch team, including Victor Krum is meeting him at the Ministry and he thought that you...." "I wanna go!" Harry blurted out interrupting his father in his excitement.Severus mock glared at him, that was expected to say the least. "I thought you would say that," he said in amusement."Lets go dad," Harry said eagerly, trying to go around the man so he could leave."Hold it, go to the toilet first," Severus instructed."But I went already remember?" Harry said."Go try for me then," he pressed.Harry huffed before nodding as he hurried past his father and into the toilet.Severus gathered a small backpack for Harry, putting a change of clothes and his game boy in the bag. He nodded as he made his way downstairs, before handing Lucius the bag."Thank you Severus," Lucius said as he shouldered the bag. "You're welcome," he replied.Lucius wasn't stupid, this was a symbol of their trust of one another. The trading of their sons and he wouldn't do anything to endanger it."Where is Emery, Uncle Severus?" Draco asked as he looked around, easily slipping into the name he had been told to call the man he was younger. Snape was no stranger to the Malfoy family."Using the toilet," Severus replied as he rolled his eyes. He knew by the name that Draco was comfortable at the moment and he allowed it.Harry was actually on the steps, eavesdropping on the conversation. He frowned, why was Draco calling his dad Uncle. They weren't related were they? He frowned, he didn't know that so what did that mean. He took a seat on the steps with a quiet sigh.Lucius nodded, that was a good idea. He had instilled it in Draco to go before he left home as a child and it worked usually."Uncle Severus will I be able to keep some of the potions we make?" Draco asked as he looked up from his booklet."Of course, they are after all yours," Severus replied. He loved having someone as interested in the subject as he was. Now that he had Harry he could see that he had probably squashed all love he had for potions and for that he was very regretful.Not hearing anymore conversation Harry loudly came down stairs. He smiled brightly at the two blondes before greeting them."I'll bring him back around Dinner, that way we can all eat together," Lucius told him."Sounds good, we'll be waiting," Severus replied, ushering Draco out of the floo room as his father and Harry flooed away.Harry couldn’t believe it the way they came into the ministry, it was all so cool! He had a blast because as soon as they got there, Victor Krum was already there and he got his autograph and he was allowed to talk quidditch with him. Sadly though the older boy had to go after a couple hours and Harry found himself keeping Lucius's receptionist company. It helped that the woman was really nice too him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A few hours later found Harry munching on a cookie and some chocolate frogs while he colored in his book. The woman at the desk thought he was so adorable. As he chugged his juice he frowned as before looking around. It had been quite a while since his father made him use the bathroom, and he was feeling it. The problem was Where was Mr. Malfoy? He stood up and walked over to the desk of the nice lady already shifting on his feet."Wheres Uncle Lucius?" Harry asked. He had been thinking on it and his dad and Malfoy were close friends, if Draco got to call his Dad Uncle Severus then wouldn't it be fair the other way around?Eleanor looked at the small child in front of her desk and smiled apologetically. "Hes in a meeting sweetie, what did you need?""Him," Harry said shyly. "How long is the meeting?" He asked softly."About an hour," she replied kindly."Can you tell me when its over?" Harry asked miserably. He didn't know what to do, but he knew busting through the door was a giant No!"Sure thing sweetie," Eleanor promised, looking at him worriedly.Harry went back over to his drawing, unable to keep still. He wiggled on his chair, alerting those in the waiting area just exactly what his problem was. He couldn't help it, and as he colored he found one hand permanently stuck in his crotch. He looked up at the office door, but he didn't say anything. He could do this, or at least that's what he told himself."Emery, come here sweetie," Eleanor requested softly about 20 minutes later when she could no longer sit and let him suffer. If she hadn't known what was wrong before, she did now. And she could understand it, he was a child after all and she hadn’t seen him used the bathroom since he'd been here.The closest toilet was out the door and a ways down the hall. Lucius had told her he wasn't to leave this room without him or his permission as he was responsible of the child. She didn't want to cross the man, but she didn't know what else to do. Eleanor couldn’t watch the little boy suffer any more then he had already."Yes?" Harry asked blushing as he was now holding himself and he knew she knew what was wrong."Here's what we're going to do, I want you to walk through that door and quietly make your way to your Uncle. Then tell him your problem as, I cannot take you to the toilet until he says." She explained gently."But won't he get mad? He said I wasn’t allowed in there," Harry said softly.Eleanor grimaced knowing Emery had a point but there wasn’t much to do about that. She couldn't very well deny the child, nor would she defy Lucius Malfoy. He was not a man to cross. This was a delicate situation, and she had to handle it carefully. "He will understand, now go on sweetie," she told him firmly.Harry nodded, before biting his lower lip as he made his way to the office door, taking a breath he opened it up quietly. He squirmed as he looked around the room, they hadn’t noticed him yet and he was grateful. Spotting the white blonde hair, he hurriedly made his way to the man. He knew when they noticed him as all eyes turned as one to him."You there, this is an important meeting boy. You are not allowed in here," the minister said in a pompous tone.Harry winced as he saw Lucius startled before frowning. He didn't want to get Eleanor or himself in trouble, but this really couldn't wait."Uncle Lucius, I have to talk to you," he said urgently as he made his way to the man"s side. He hadn't yet removed his hand from the front of his trousers so he had to wonder if it was obvious to anyone else in the room.If Lucius was annoyed at the name he didn't show it, however Harry noticed how many people including the minister stiffened at his words. He could hear a few mutters, and he could literally feel more eyes on him then before, if that was possible."Emery, what are you doing in here? I told Eleanor not to allow you in," Lucius said frowning. He was focused on the boy's face, and the minister so he hadn't yet looked at him closely."I hafta go to the toilet," Harry whispered as he got closer. Not that it matter, as the room was quiet and everyone heard him clearly. Not to mention everyone could see where his hand was."And this couldn't wait until after?" Lucius asked in disbelief. He had forgotten himself, after all he had just remembered that Emery and Draco weren't the same age so of course he couldn't hold it for the duration of the meeting."No, she said she couldn't take me because you said I couldn't leave the room without you," Harry said wiggling around, otherwise he would have been happy to have Eleanor take him."Can you hold it for 45 more minutes?" Lucius asked softly, even though he already knew the answer.The thing was he didn't want Emery going with anyone but him because he looked dead on like his father. He didn't need anyone holding a grudge against Severus taking it out on the child. Plus if the child was anything like Draco, he would get into places he shouldn't be. He hadn't thought about the about the toilet when he spoke to Eleanor, a mistake on his part."No I'm gonna have an accident, I hafta wee!" Harry cried frantically, as he marched in place desperately. His eyes filled with tears in his desperation, unsure on how long the man was going to make him wait. He pulled his trousers up in agitation before he resumed holding himself.Lucius frowned, not wanting to return Severus a crying child or one that left happy only to come back the complete opposite. He couldn't deny the child, what kind of person would he be then?"Cornelius if you'll excuse us," Lucius said quickly standing up as he made his decision."Lucius you cant be serious," Cornelius said frowning."You and everyone in this room, is neither blind or deaf. You all heard and can see that my nephew is bursting for the loo. A small break isn't going to hurt anyone." Lucius said as he looked at the boy bouncing desperately at his feet. "Excuse us," he said taking Emery's free hand.Harry whimpered and squirmed as he walked, one hand in his crotch."The poor dear, how old is he?" Nina asked him on the way out."Just turned 10 during summer hols," Lucius said as he walked out."I'm sorry," Harry told him miserably as they entered the waiting room."No Emery it is I who is sorry child," Lucius said softly before shaking his head at Eleanor who stood up once she saw them. "I'll take him," he told her.Harry didn't notice too busy, hanging on for dear life. He startled and would have spurted a bit if he hadn't been holding himself tightly as the man picked him up."We'll be there in about a minute or so," Lucius promise, his long legs faster now that Emery wasn't slowing then down.Harry nodded, squirming in the man's arm. He was too into his desperate state to realize people were staring or he probably would have been embarrassed.Lucius walked through the door, and towards the stall, setting the child down in one. "I'll be right outside," he said closing the door and holding it close with his hand. He was unsure if Emery was like Draco and he didn't want to make anything worse by being in the stall with him.Harry frowned, maybe it was a pureblood thing; privacy. He shook his head as he remember Ron was a pureblood so that couldn't be it. He shrugged before hurrying over to the toilet. He was actually relaxed as he knew he had snap buttons on and they were easy to get off. He should have known that it wouldn't be that easy as he went to undo his zipper nothing happened.Harry frowned as he looked down to find the cloth from his boxers caught in it. He shook his head miserably, couldn’t he catch a break. He struggled in front of the toilet with the zipper for about 3 minutes before his bladder spasmed and forcibly remind him that it was still there and impatiently waiting.Lucius was waiting patiently, though as he hadn't heard any water noises he was getting worried. But for all he knew the boy was shy."Emery is everything ok in there?" He asked."No, I need help," Harry said urgently."With what?" Lucius asked worriedly."My zipper wont come down," Harry answered wondering why the man hadn't come into the stall yet. When he usually said he needed help, whoever was there tend to hurriedly rush in, so why wasn't the blonde man doing so?"Whats wrong with it?" Lucius asked."Its stuck,and i really hafta go! Can you please help me?" Harry whimpered desperately.Lucius sighed, before nodding. He wasn't that surprised though that the boy needed help, then again he was still hoping he wasn't like Draco who would sooner pee his trousers then go in front of another person. He walked in to find the child looking up at him expectantly and he promptly locked the door behind him and leaned his cane on the wall.Harry was gripping the sides of his trousers in his hands, unable to be still as he waited for the man. Why wasn't he hurrying?"You hafta hurry or I'm gonna wee on myself," Harry warned him anxiously.Lucius nodded; immediately reaching for the zipper and giving it a tug, but nothing happened. He frowned as he looked at it closely, the cloth was really wedged in there. He stood up finally and turned around to grab his cane."You're leaving? But I didn't get a chance to go yet," Harry said tearfully. He was frustrated at the whole situation at this point."No little one I'm not leaving, i was just grabbing my wand," Lucius said gently, flicking it in the direction of the child."Oh," Harry replied stupidly as he felt his trousers slacken. Removing his hands he watched then slide all the way down as the man had removed the entire zipper. He turned quickly towards the toilet, pushing his boxers out the way not a moment too son. He sighed in relief as his water poured out of him.Lucius sighed in his own relief, noting in amusement that the child was not at all shy in the slightest."Why did you wait so long?" He asked quietly."Because you were in a meeting and it wasn't proper to disturb you," Harry said softly."No I should have foreseen this, or at least asked you before I went in it. I am sorry child," Lucius said kindly."Its okay, I made it," Harry replied proudly as he finished up."I know you did, though I have one question," Lucius said mildly."What is it?" Harry asked curiously as he pulled his pants back up."You called me Uncle Lucius, why?" Lucius asked, keeping his own curiosity out of his tone. He was surprised but he didn't mind the name, he especially was amused when he saw Fudge's face. Severus would most certainly want to see that memory."Well Draco calls my dad Uncle Severus, I thought it would be okay. I won't though if its not," Harry said hurriedly. He found himself actually liking the man, now if only the Malfoys could like him when he was Harry and Not Emery."No its quite alright, and you have a point child. You may call me that, I Admit I like it better then Mr. Malfoy," Lucius replied with a smile as he opened the stall door.Harry smiled at the man as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Drying them, he grabbed the man's hand with a sigh and they walked out the bathroom. |
Hey guys, Sorry this took forever, but its ultra long so I hope that counts. The story ends at 101, I just need to buck down and type. I havent been feeling like doing it so much. Sorry I'll try to better.
Chapter 96
It was a couple of days after that embarrassing incident in the Headmaster's rooms and Harry had all but forgotten about it. He knew that the men wouldn’t tell anyone what happened and he trusted the old man about the portrait not talking. Currently Harry was packing his bag for an overnight stay with Ron and Professor Lupin and Paddy. He wasn’t sure why he was spending the night with his teacher and not over Ron's house.
Harry shook his head ruefully as he he remembered what had happened earlier that morning. They had been sitting at the table eating breakfast when an unfamiliar owl flew in and landed in front of Harry's plate. He had only a moment to grab the letter to see that it was to him before his dad had snatched it away from him to read it himself. He was a angry of course, getting something of his taken away but that wasn’t the end of it. Harry sighed as he looked around his room he had been banished to.
He wondered what the sorting hat had meant he would be great in Slytherin because most Slytherins were sneaky and he was far from it. He groaned as he recalled how he had been caught eaves dropping on his father and the headmaster regarding his letter and how Snape had swatted him a couple of times in his bum. But that wasn’t the kicker, it was the fact that the old man had witness everything, even Harry blubbering!
He was so humiliated at the moment, and he never even got to read his stupid letter. All he knew was that Sirius Black was mention and then nothing. Harry sighed as he packed one more pull up then he thought he needed, he would rather be safe then sorry right? Whistling to Paddy who seemed to be gone more often then not these days they loudly headed downstairs. Harry sighed as the conversation ceased as he entered the room, he looked at neither adult, choosing to just stand there and stare at the floor.
“I'm ready,” he mumbled out.
“So it would seem, I know you don’t like this Harry, but sometimes things happen that you don’t plan for,” Severus told him apologetically.
“I'm used to it anyway,” Harry replied with a shrug. And he was, being shoved onto someone else, wasn’t new to him at all, he just never thought his father would be the one to do it. Guess he had been wrong; and he couldn’t help but think that this was a reality check.
“Used to what?” Severus asked carefully; his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like where this conversation seemed to be going.
“Being not wanted and then shoved off to someone else when they don’t want to deal with me,” Harry replied, finally choosing to look up at his father. “I got over that a long time ago,” he said softly. Which was true, but that didn’t mean it hurt less, the pain still ached in his chest, like now. But he wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of knowing he was hurt.
“That is not what I meant,” Severus stated alarmed; already about to explain what he meant when the floo flared and Ronald flooed in.
“Hey Harry, man you would think I would be gone forever with the way mum was going on,” Ron said chuckling as he came in.
Harry giggled as he looked at his friend's indignant expression. “At least she wants you, it could be worse,” Harry pointed out casually; as he eagerly picked up his bag. He was so ready to go at this point.
“Very true,” Ron replied with a shake of his head. Neither boy saw the looks exchanged between the two adults still in the room.
“Harry we need to talk,” Severus said quietly.
“No we don’t,” Harry replied with a shrug. “You want a break from, I get it. I'm not stupid, this is better then locking me in my room, or a cupboard for that matter,” he pointed out as the floo flared again.
Remus poked his head through the fireplace. “Are the boys ready?” He asked.
“Yep, I'm going first!” Harry announced eagerly as he and Paddy stepped up.
“Harry maybe you should leave Paddy here,” Severus said frowning. “I'm sure Lupin doesn’t want to be bothered by your animal,” he said seriously. His thoughts however were still on the previous conversation.
Before Harry could protest that claim Remus spoke up, he was always wary of Sirius messing up and getting caught by Snape; besides he was itching to talk to his friend again.
“Actually I would rather him bring Paddy, I always enjoyed the animal's company,” Remus said carefully.
“You would,” Severus muttered sarcastically before sighing. “Be good Harry,”
Harry didn’t say anything to that, he wasn’t in the mood to talk to his father. Besides if he wasn’t good what else was he going to be? Bad? He was 13 years old he had sense! He headed over to Professor Lupin and waved to his dad before they disappeared in the flames. He stumbled out in the man's cottage and looked around the small place curiously.
“I will be right back, I need to go get Paddy,” Remus told them as he disappeared into the flames once more.
“Where do you think our beds are? Do you think he'll let us stay up late?” Ron asked eagerly.
“I don’t know Ron, he is a Professor,” Harry pointed out softly. He was curious like Ron but at the moment he was trying to scope out the toilets. He didn’t want to be caught up short. They didn’t have to wait long, as the man and the dog suddenly appeared in the fireplace.
“Alright boys, let me give you guys the quick tour,” Remus told them, knowing they were anxious to know where they were going to be staying. He led them from the sitting room/Floo room and into the connecting kitchen before he walked through the small cottage.
“What time are we going to have to go to bed?” Harry asked after a moment.
“Well since its the winter holidays, I think that 11pm should suffice,” Remus told them.
Snape was a stickler for him getting enough hours of sleep; which is why Harry grinned as he had never been allowed to stay up that late. His bed time had been 9pm since he had come to stay with him, and if he was being punished it was 8. Unless you counted the Durselys (which he didn't) He only stayed up that late when he still had chores to do and there was no pleasure coming out of that.
“Awesome!” Harry replied grinning at his friend, who seemed to have a question of his own to the surprise of him.
“Where are the toilets?” Ron asked bluntly as they didn’t seem to be passing any.
His house had 3 of them, and one was in the front. The same with Harry’s, as his house had over 7 toilets but the most obvious one was downstairs. He knew how his friend was, and if the chewed lip that Harry was currently biting on was any indication, he was anxious to know the answer to Ron's question. He knew Harry would never voice it, so he did it for him.
“Well I only have one. My cottage has two bedrooms and one toilet,” Remus explained.
“Oh, but what if we've got to go and you're in there?” Ron countered carefully, wondering how this was going to go.
“You're going to have to wait your turn,” Remus replied honestly.
“What if I can't wait?” Ron pressed, as he looked at the man worriedly. That wouldn’t do, he knew that would leave to Harry having accidents, and maybe him having a close call or two.
“Are you talking about now, or later?” Remus asked, a bit alarmed at the whole thing. He had been slightly warned about Harry's inability to speak up(having remembered class), but other then that he was clueless.
Ron chanced a look at Harry who was staring at the ground as if it was the best thing in the world. “Did you wee before you came?” He asked him softly, unaware of the flashing eyes of his Professor as he heard every word.
“I didn’t have to go, but I feel like I might need it soon,” Harry replied quietly. “Can you say that you have too, so he can show us?”
“Yeah,” Ron replied easily before turning to look at their Professor., who had a confused expression on his face for some reason. “I have to use the toilet,”
Remus blinked as he stared from each boy, he was extremely confused at the whole thing but he couldn’t even ask why Ron was asking for Harry as he wasn’t have supposed to have heard them. And if it wasn’t for his werewolf senses, he wouldn’t have. He nodded before walking pass the kitchen and the parlor and pass a bedroom.
“This will be your room, you'll have to share but each of you has a bed in there,” Remus told them as he made his way to the door in the middle of 2 others. “This door leads to the washroom and the one next to it is my bedroom which you are not allowed in unless I tell you its okay,” He told them firmly.
“Yes sir,” the boys replied in unison.
“Alright, well Ronald you can go and use the toilet, while Harry unpacks,” Remus told them cheerfully.
Ron nodded as he looked at Harry who was nodded as well. He figured his friend could hold it and disappeared into the loo to take care of business and relieve himself; while Harry went to their room.
Harry smiled at his friend when he entered the room, it was just now hitting 4:00pm and while he could see it getting a bit dark outside the sun was still out.
“Hurry up an unpack Ron, so we can get out our brooms and have a fly before it gets really dark,” Harry said excitedly as he pulled his own shrunken broom out his bag.
Remus who had been passing by their room sighed as he poked his head in. “I'm sorry boys, you wont be able to do that, I live near muggles, and they would be able to see you,” he told them apologetically.
“Oh,” Ron replied quietly, before turning to look at Harry who was trying to look as if he wasn’t affected by the news. But anyone who knew the child, knew he loved being in the air; and this was devastating to him.
“That's okay,” Harry replied softly. “Are we allowed to ride our bikes then?” He asked dully.
“Yes that is okay,” Remus told them before sighing. He looked down as Paddy came through the doorway. “Just take him with you,” he told them. He knew if Sirius went with them, no harm would come to them.
Harry didn’t say anything as he pulled out the shrunken bikes and held them out to Ron who held it out to their Professor.
“Can you unshrink them?” Ron asked politely as he grabbed the shrunken items from Harry and held them out to their teacher.
“Yes I can,” Remus replied as he took them. “I'll unshrink them by the door, when you guys finish unpacking you know where to find them,” he told them; before leaving them to their own devices.
Harry and Ron went outside, and rode their bikes until it was dark, and Remus finally called them in. He already had dinner prepared, and just needed the boys to wash up so they could eat. He waited at the table for them, before telling them not to make a mess.
Ron quickly washed his hands, he could smell the roast on the table and he was indeed hungry. His stomach growled in anticipation. “C'mon Harry,” he told his friend.
Harry frowned, he hadn’t yet washed his hands and he was actually waiting for Ron to finish up so he could relieve himself. He really had to go right now, and he just wanted to empty his bladder. He didn’t protest however, knowing how his mate's stomach was. He quickly washed his hands and hurried with Ron to the kitchen so they could eat.
It was just hitting after dinner around 6:30pm, when Harry felt that he might just explode from all the added liquids inside. He was just about to make a break for the toilet when he heard his teacher speak.
“Alright, you boys can play while I go take a shower. Make sure not too get into anything.” Remus told them cheerfully as he headed out the kitchen. The washroom door, closed about a minute later before the sound of running water was heard.
Harry whimpered before he looked over at Ron who was eagerly eating dessert. “Ron?”
“Yes Harry?” Ron asked curiously, before he took another bite of his brownie sundae.
“Professor Lupin is in the loo,” Harry said softly.
“I know, he told us he was going to shower,” Ron replied, looking at his friend in confusion.
“But, I needed to use the toilet,” Harry confessed quietly as he hung his head sadly. He tried hard not to squirm in his seat to show his discomfort, but he had a hunch that he didn’t succeed, especially when he caught the knowing look in his friend's eyes.
“Then go use it, he's only using the bath,” Ron told him, looking at his friend closely, to determine how bad he needed to go.
“What if he doesn’t let me in? What if he gets mad at me for intruding?” Harry asked fearfully as he stood up and wiggled in place. “I should just wait until he comes out,”
“No way,” Ron told him firmly. “You look like you have to go pretty bad as it is. What would Snape say if he was aware you were holding it, and there was a perfectly good toilet available?” He asked lightly.
“He would be mad,” Harry said softly before sighing. “Okay, I'll go,” Harry said quickly making his way out the kitchen and down the hall. He had no idea, that Professor Remus probably wasn’t used to little boys walking in on him when he was in the washroom. Which is why when he quickly burst inside, he gave the man a poor fright.
“What the hell?!” Remus gasped out startled, as he grabbed for his wand.
“Just coming in to use the toilet, I wont be long,” Harry said quickly, his embarrassment going away in favor of his persistent need once he saw the toilet. He jumped out and down desperately as he tried to get everything off the closed lid, and set it on the floor.
“Harry what are you doing in here? Get out!” Remus told him in horror.
“I'm about to pee,” Harry told him as if it was obvious because to him it was. He hurriedly pulled up his shirt and tugged down his elastic jeans. He remembered at the last second to lift up the lid, before he let out a sigh of relief as he started relieving himself.
Remus was appalled and for a moment he thought that the little boy was joking up until he heard the sound of water on water. He was embarrassed for a moment, before he got angry about the rudeness the child was displaying. He turned off the shower, anger his main emotion at the moment. He waited however for the boy to finish, and the sound of the toilet flushing before his washing of the hands followed.
“We need to talk Mr. Potter, I'm very ashamed at your behavior tonight,” Remus told him, his Professor voice coming out to play.
Harry looked up from where he had been drying his hands. “Why? What did I do?” He asked, genuinely confused about the whole situation.
Because as Ron had said, what he did was normal in both of their households, and even the headmaster's apparently. His thoughts when back to earlier that day when Professor Dumbledore had been washing his hands and Harry burst straight through the door, because he needed the toilet very badly. He hadn’t even noticed the man until he had started to go, and had been a tad humiliated until the man reassured him that there was no harm done. He shook the memory away as he looked at the curtain that covered his teacher.
“You know what you did, wait for me out in the hall,” Remus said curtly as he dismissed the boy.
Harry sighed before his shoulders slumped as he made his way out into the hallway. He closed the door behind him sadly, he was already in trouble and he didn’t even know what he did. It didn’t take long for Professor Lupin to join him out in the hallway and he found that he was getting lectured. What the heck? Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was at odds with the situation as he didn’t notice Paddy standing by the door to the hallway.
Sirius frowned well as much as he could in his dog form as he looked at his friend scolding his godson. The kicker was that the man knew Harry wasn’t in the wrong. Snape and Albus and even Molly had told Harry that it was okay to walk into the loo when someone was in there(if he knew them and they weren't using the toilet as well) if he needed the toilet. He hated that his godson just stood there nodding with his head facing the floor. He knew in his heart that Harry wouldn’t do it again and also knew that he hoped it wouldn’t happen around Snape. Because the man would be pissed, with every reason to be.
It was almost bed time for the boys when Sirius witnessed the extent of Remus's scolding, and found to his horror that Harry was proving his thoughts right. He could see Harry automatically going for the bathroom door knob only to stop himself and stand there quietly. He whimpered softly but the child only shushed him, and Sirius laid down on the floor to watch the scene play out.
He didn’t have to wait long actually when Harry started shifting on his feet and he wanted to go over and scratch the door but the way the boy was looking at him he knew he wouldn’t do that. He whined loudly when Harry's shifting turned to jumping up and down and holding himself like he normally did. He could only assume that Harry waited a little bit longer then normal due to Remus being inside the bathroom. Apparently the boy had tried to wait in their room for the man to come out, but it seemed that Remus was taking forever.
He blew out a breath that came out as a small growl as he stared at his godson. He was going to murder Remus if he didn’t hurry up and come out. How could he not know that Harry needed the toilet? Sirius watched with growing horror as Harry bent at the waist and he knew what was going to proceed next if he didn’t do something. He trotted over towards him, whining softly.
“Shh, Paddy. I don’t want him to hear,” Harry whimpered out, his hands gripping his crotch tightly.
Sirius huffed, his head gently bumping the boy's legs as he tried to urge him to go inside. He knew that Remus would understand right?
“I can't, I don’t wanna get in trouble,” Harry whispered out frantically as he unconsciously marched in place. He knew he didn’t have long to wait and wished with all his heart that his Professor would come out the bathroom. He wanted just walk in, and he wished that he was at home or somewhere where he would've been allowed. His legs curled around themselves almost like he was trying to imitate a pretzel in his desperate state.
“Oh, I've gotta go!” Harry whimpered out urgently, the tears burning the back of his eyes. He turned around in circles anxiously. “Come out, come out please, come out,” he pleaded over and over.
Sirius finally had enough, and ignoring the wishes of his godson he barked loudly. His tone of bark was urgent and he knew that Remus would recognize it. The man did and they were rewarded when the shower suddenly turned off a moment after he did it.
Harry turned his wide eyes to Paddy, looking at him in horror. “Why did you do that? Now he's going to be mad at me,” he sniffled before he gasped softly and looked down at his pressed together thighs. He saw to his horror that liquid was staining his trousers all the way down to the floor, where a puddle began forming. He choked on a sob, trying to figure out when he lost control, this couldn’t be happening right?
Sirius was already below the waist level of Harry so he could see quite clearly what was happening and made another bark, even though he knew that it was too late.
“Oh no,” Harry said before his face crumpled up and he started to cry as he stood there peeing himself.
That was the scene in which Remus opened the door, Sirius as Padfoot was growling angrily at him and he could swear he could hear each and every swear word he was barking. He turned towards Harry, who had tears rolling down his cheeks, and along with his wet pants, he was a sight.
“Why didn’t you knock Harry?” Remus asked in confusion. The only thing he had heard was Sirius scratching at the door, he hadn’t even been aware that Harry was with him. He waited for the child to answer, but he didn’t which had him frowning. He was all set to ask again, when Ronald walked out of the bedroom that the boy's shared. The man saw the boy's easy going expression change to a frown as he hurried up and came to his friend's aid.
“What happened Harry?” Ron asked softly, unaware that due to Remus's wolf ability that he could hear it plain as day.
“I peed Ron,” Harry whimpered out as if that question was obvious. He was still able to put a bit of sarcasm into like his father.
“Well yeah I know that, but what happened?” Ron stressed, even as his lips twitched at Harry's tone.
“He wouldn’t come out of the bathroom,” Harry replied with a sniffle. “He was showering again,”
“Then why didn’t you just go inside like you were supposed too?” Ron asked in confusion.
“He told me earlier when I did that to him that it was rude and that it meant I had no manners. Dad and Aunt Molly and Grandpa Albus lets me do it all the time when I'm with them. I don’t even look at them when I go,” Harry explained tearfully.
“Shh, shh Harry. This isn't your fault I promise you,” Ron said soothingly, inwardly groaning at his Professor's stupidity at the moment.
“But daddy's going to be disappointed when he finds out about what happened,” Harry cried. “I was trying to have no accidents here,” he wailed.
Ron wasn’t stupid, he knew that Snape was going to find out about this. But he had been right, none of this was his friend's fault. Their professor had just undone what his own mother had painstakingly taken days to get Harry comfortable with. The same with both his Headmaster and Professor. He wasn’t sure how much of a setback this would be but he wasn’t looking forward to explaining this to Snape that was for sure.
“He won't Harry, I promise you. Snape isn't going to be mad at you at all,” Ron told him, glaring at Professor Lupin. He knew who the potion's master would turn his anger too.
“Wait a minute, I didn’t do anything,” Remus started off defensively only to feel a tug on his towel from Padfoot. He deduced that they needed to talk so he cut off his words in favor of nodding silently.
“You've done plenty I can assure you,” Ron murmured out, having to refrain from yelling at the man. He knew he could still end up with detentions so for the moment he couldn’t wait to tell Snape.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up Harry?” Remus finally said quietly. He personally didn’t understand how he was at fault here. Shrugging he turned around to reach into the bathroom for his wand.
“I don’t, I want....” Harry started softly before looking to his friend for help.
“Actually Harry's going to take a bath,” Ron told him before shaking his head and grabbing his friend and disappearing into the bathroom. He locked the door with an audible click. As Ron was running the water for his friend, Harry was staring at the floor, his face a bit horrified.
“It's going to be okay Harry,” he promised.
“I know that, but Ron did you see all those scars all over Professor Lupin's body?” Harry whispered softly.
“I did, what do you think caused them?” Ron asked quietly.
“Something dangerous,” Harry replied with a sniffle.
Vowing to think on it, Ron turned back to comforting his friend. He was so happy he had thought to grab his game system; as he would have felt a bit uncomfortable if he was sitting with nothing to do while Harry bathed.
That was all Padfoot needed before he transformed into Sirius and was sporting a deadly glare in the direction of Remus.
“You idiot,” he hissed angrily before his friend had a moment to speak about his own stupidity. Sirius took him by the arm and pulled him into the man's room, grabbing the man's wand to lock the door and ward it with privacy charms.
“Sirius calm down, what has got you so riled up?” Remus asked quietly.
“You moron, its possible that you have just destroyed everything that Molly and Snape have done for Harry.” He told him angrily,
“Is this about his accident? All he had to do was knock on the door,” Remus told him still confused.
“No he didn’t, what he was supposed to do was rush in, do his business and then come out and go about his day. Snape, not to mention Albus, and the Weasleys all have a system with him. And let me tell you its taken him extra long to get it down packed. Just when he did you come along and you upset that system. You scared him from asking for the toilet, oh Merlin, I would hate to be in your shoes when Snape gets a load of this,” Sirius said before flopping down on the bed.
“I didn’t mean to scare him, it was just a bit unsettling to realize that someone busted into the loo while I was in it,” Remus defended himself.
“You were covered by the shower curtain, and in came a little boy who is still innocent despite his background,” Sirius murmured with a sigh. “He was only interested in the toilet by the door. He didn’t particularly care about you being in there with him.”
Remus sighed wearily, knowing he was just defensive because he had been afraid that the child had caught a glimpse of his scars. He groaned as he realized the extent of Sirius words. “You know why I didn’t want him in there,” he muttered weakly.
“Which is all moot as you came out the bathroom in just a towel, and your scars are being proudly shown even now,” Sirius pointed out.
Remus groaned as he fell on the bed, hoping the boys were to upset to have seen them. He rolled into a ball on his bed, feeling embarrassed and troubled about the whole situation.
“Nothing to be ashamed about Moony, I've told you that a hundred times. Wear them proudly, and never be ashamed of who you are,” Sirius murmured fondly to him as he laid back on the bed with him.
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The next day found Harry waking up unusually quiet. He made sure that he made no noise as he got out of bed, and after checking the halls booked it to the thankfully empty toilet where he relieved himself. He was feeling humiliated after what happened last night and he had no desire to face his Professor. He just wanted to go home, and be with his father. He sighed, knowing that the man wasn’t coming to get him until later on that day.
He hoped it would be before dinner. He didn’t want to have to use the toilet here anymore, especially if the man happened to be in it again. He sighed before he walked into the kitchen, he didn’t see Professor Lupin anywhere and he was hungry. Not to mention where the heck was Paddy? He frowned before he looked around the kitchen for the necessary pans and such. And it wasn’t long before he got started on breakfast, completely in his element. And that was the scene in which Professor Lupin and Ron found him. Well when they came in he was placing equal amounts of the cooked food on plates.
“Harry, where did all this food come from? Did you cook this?” Remus asked quietly.
“From the refrigerator and the cabinets,” Harry replied truthfully as he looked at them in confusion. “And yes I did,”
“But why did you cook it? Firstly, how in the heck do you know how to cook?” Ron asked curiously.
“I always made breakfast at the Durselys,” Harry told them honestly; with a bit of pride in his tone
“Does Snape know that?” Ron asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” Harry replied thoughtfully. “I think so, he knows a lot of stuff, things I don’t remember telling him,”
“Hmm, well I'll tell him anyways, just to be sure,” Remus told him as they sat down for breakfast and started eating.
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The morning hours passed by quickly and soon found Harry and Ron retreating outside to enjoy the cool weather. Harry wasn’t sure why Paddy seemed to prefer Professor Lupin's company, but that was fine with him. The dog was too overprotective of him that it got kind of annoying after a moment, especially if he wanted to do something but but not necessarily considered safe. He got on his bike and gestured to Ron to so the same as they took off on them. First they rode around the house before venturing down the street, before just deciding to ride around the block. They didn’t the man would mind as every time they passed the house, he would see Paddy giving a small bark out to them. Harry was extremely happy at this point.
Remus shook his head at Sirius, as the Padfoot barked out the window. He had to do an errand and he didn't want to bring the boys with him to the ministry of magic. He needed to go deliver his statements for Sirius's upcoming trial. Amelia Bones had figured that Sirius would contact Remus first and she wanted to talk about what to do if he did approach him. Remus was waiting until the exact date of Sirius's court date before he would risk his friend going out. He sighed as he looked at the vial and letter. Basically he only had to drop it off and thought he knew he wouldn’t take that long he was of course apprehensive and worried.
“Alright Sirius, I'll be right back, I need to drop something off at the ministry,” Remus told him as he headed to his fireplace.
“That's a bad idea Remus,” Sirius said as he transformed. “Just owl it to her. You and I both know you cannot leave the boys here alone. If all else fails and she has to see you, just tell her to come here,” he pointed out.
“That's an even better idea, thanks Sirius. I'll owl her right now,” Remus said as he hurried into his room to package of the contents of the letter.
Sirius grinned to himself before he turned back into Padfoot and padded outside to where the boys are. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed outside with them, only that Remus interrupted them a few hours later for lunch before they went back out again. This time however Sirius stayed inside with Remus, wanting to be a part of the meeting that would occur in an hour or so.
“So the meeting shouldn’t last more then an hour or so,” Remus told him as he straightened up the place a bit.
“Alright, well the boys are content outside riding their bikes again. And I set out a couple of snacks and drinks so they wont have to come in for them,” Sirius told him.
Remus gave the man a look but didn’t otherwise express his displeasure about Sirius being out of Padfoot form where the boys could come and catch him. They didn’t have time for that.
“Alright, well you better transform,” Remus said as he left the kitchen to get the tea ready. He hesitated as he passed the front door, knowing that the boys were out there. But he didn’t want them to disturb the meeting not to mention, hear something they weren't supposed to so he flicked the lock on the door and headed into the sitting room as if nothing happened.
The meeting lasted well over 3 hours, but Remus knew that this information couldn’t be rushed. He listened attentively when Amelia spoke, never giving much thought to the boys outside.
Harry and Ron had tried early on to open the door, only when they found themselves locked out.
“Well, why do you think he did that?” Harry asked frowning.
“Probably because he's talking to Amelia Bones,” Ron told him from where he was on the side of the house. He could see them but he couldn’t here them.
“Whose she? Is she related to Susan?” Harry asked curiously.
“That's her Aunt,” Ron told him.
Harry nodded before he gestured to Ron and they returned to their bikes. They didn’t stop ridung until they got thirsty and was relieved to find a pitcher of cold tea on the porch along with some sandwiches.
Ron took a seat next to his friend and munched down on them; while Harry basically tried to drown himself in the tea from how fast he was drinking. He refrained from saying anything, knowing that was just end in an argument. As childish as Harry sometimes acted, he was still 13 and could punch just as hard. He ignored it as he ate his cookie.
Harry wasn’t sure how long it had been. They had gotten back on their bikes after their snack but he was having trouble. He probably shouldn’t have drank all of that tea, even if it had been good and cold. He frowned before looking over to his friend who was trying to do a wheelie on his bike.
“Ron?” Harry asked softly.
“What is it mate?” He asked in returned, slowing so he could turn to look at his friend.
“I need to use the toilet,” Harry confessed.
Ron frowned, before sighing. “I knew you would,” he murmured before turning around.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, his brow furrowing in his confusion.
“You drank a lot of tea,” Ron said shrugging as they rode back to the house.
Harry didn’t answer, just jumping off his bike the minute they entered the yard and ran to the door. He pulled on the handle, and twisted it, only to find it still locked. He jumped up and down desperately doing a potty dance in front of the door before he knocked on it, unaware of the silencing charm in place as Remus had seen Ron in the window earlier..
“It's locked,” Harry told him urgently.
Ron sighed before looking around and pointing. “Go use the tree,” he told him.
“What? Are you crazy? You'll know he'll get mad,” Harry said horrified.
“Who cares, I'll handle him and so will your dad. Use the bloody tree,” Ron told him firmly.
Harry nodded before he hurried over to the tree in the middle of the backyard and got himself out and started to relieve himself. He had only just started when he heard the door opening and Professor Lupin's voice.
“Alright there Harry? Sorry about the locked door,” Remus told him apologetically.
“It's okay,” Harry replied softly his eyes focused on his stream.
“Well you finish, and then come inside and finish packing your stuff. Severus should be here in the next hour or so,” Remus said.
Harry nodded as he finished up, and with Ron led their bikes into the house as they got ready to go home. |
Yes, I am finally get back into the swing of things kinda. Life took a swing at me, and I nearly told it to fuck off....but I didnt...so here I am..enjoy this. I finished it just now.
Chapter 97
Ron and Sirius had been right, because the minute they had flown back to Prince Manor, Severus had been angry when he had found out what Harry had suffered. It had taken the man the better part of the next day and the day after to assure the child that it was alright, and that his Professor just hadn’t known. The sad part was Severus wasn’t sure if Harry would be comfortable enough to do it again, so he just hoped for the best. And he promised himself that he would talk to the wolf as soon as they returned to school.
There was only a week left of their Christmas Holiday and Harry was currently playing with all of his new toys, while Severus was downstairs working on his grading. The little boy had long since finished his own winter work, which is why he was playing and not like Ron stuck at home until he completed it. He sighed, he was getting bit bored playing by himself but he didn’t want to disturb his father in one of his silly games. Gesturing to Paddy who had been laying out on the floor Harry grabbed his wellies and put them on.
He made his way downstairs, careful not to slip and headed to the backdoor. He passed his dad's study on the way, but the man didn’t even notice him. He didn't want to disturb the man as Snape could be a real grouch if Harry was being too loud. He simply put on his coat and zipped up and headed outside. He gasped as he looked around, he had forgotten that just last night, a fresh snow had fallen and the backyard looked beautiful. He hesitated at the door wondering if he should tell his father he was going outside before shaking his head. He was in his appropriate winter wear. Giggling he hurried outside making sure to close the door behind Paddy.
Harry took off in the backyard, having a blast as he played with his dog. He made snow angels, and snowmen and the like. The little spent a few hours playing in the sun before he started to get bored. He laughed as he entertained himself by spinning around in circle to get himself dizzy. Paddy had long since retired to sit on the back porch watching him. He had never felt more great, he had a home and nothing else could ruin this.
As he fell into the snow he laughed again, and noticed that his kite from the summer was still in the tree. He frowned, his daddy had told him that he had gotten it down, but he could see it clear as day. Standing up, he hurried towards the tree. He could see the snow on it, but the little boy didn’t stop to think that their would ice on the branches. He didn’t care, all he wanted was the kite. It had memories attached to it, and he wanted to bring it to his room. So Harry started climbing, his rubber soles on his boots, allowing a bit of leverage on the tree for him to hang on. He stilled for a moment when he heard a warning growl from Paddy.
“Hush Paddy, I'll be fine, I know what I'm doing,” he told him quieting the dog as he looked up and focused on his task.
The little boy climbed up, he was no stranger to heights or risks, and he didn’t think of much of what he was doing. He soon reached the top where kite was. He stretched out and with a triumphant grin he freed the kite. He pulled it close to him, not trusting the fact that if he let it go, it would fall to the ground. He didn’t want it to get stuck again. With the kite under his arm he started to climb back down. He looked back the porch, only to notice that Paddy was laying down, but standing stiffly there as he stared at him. He smiled, and moved to wave at the dog that he was fine, when it all started to go wrong from there.
As soon as he waved, his balance started to waver, and the kite slipped. And acting completely on instinct Harry reached for it. The kite fell, and so did Harry, with a loud scream.
“Ahhh!” Harry screamed fearfully as he started falling from the tree, he could hear Paddy's loud barks, as he grabbed air. He managed to take hold of a branch, but it was in vain as his fingers were so cold, having taken off his gloves when he started climbing the little boy just couldnt hold on and he fell.
“Daddy!” He shrieked, closing his eyes, not wanting to see it when he met the ground. He gasped out as he hit the snow covered ground with a thud, the impact taking his breath away.
In his office, Severus stilled as he heard his son's scream, and at first he had thought the child was kidding until, he heard this terrified yell of Daddy and then like a bag had fallen. The constant barking of the dog, did nothing to quell his fears, and he took off out of his office, and outside where he heard the scream.
“Harry!” He yelled as he ran over to the base of the tree to find his son sprawled out underneath it.
Severus could see his legs twisted in an awkward angle, so he knew immediately that they were broken. What scared him to his core was that Harry didn’t speak. He was afraid to move the child and he didn’t want to use magic, afraid to make it worse. Those were the worse five second's of life, until he heard Harry take a deep breath before he bust out into tears.
“I fell, and it hurts! And Daddy my leg! My legs!” Harry screamed out hysterically.
Severus winced, his wand already out as he ran a diagnostic scan over Harry to learn what he already knew. He summoned a pain potion, along with a numbing one. He didn’t want his son in any type of pain. They wouldn't cure his broken legs however, no he needed a bone mending potion, and after restocking the infirmary he had neglected to restock his own stores with it. He had no idea he would regret it so fast.
“Drink this for Daddy, I'm going to make you feel better,” he promised as he lifted up his son's neck and pressed the vial to his lips.
Harry continued to cry but he managed to drink both potions, and the effects were instantaneous. He gulped them down tearfully, but noticed the pain had edged away. He looked up at his daddy and sniffled sadly.
“I'm sorry,” Harry told him miserably and wondering if he was in trouble.
“You've nothing to be sorry for, let me just get you inside,” Severus told him quietly.
He would get the whole story but for now he was focusing solely on his son's injuries. He gently picked up the boy, only just noticing how Paddy didn’t bark at him, then thinking back that the dog had long since stopped. He didn’t dwell on it too much as he took his child into the sitting room where the Christmas tree was still set up. They would take it down, just after New Years.
“What's wrong with my legs? Why can't I move them?” Harry hiccuped out.
“They're broken child, but I'm going to fix them. The reason you cannot move them, is because you are numbed from the waist down,” he explained to him.
“Is it permanent?” Harry asked horrified.
“Of course it's not, just until I give you the bone mending potion that I need to make,” Severus told him.
“Oh,” Harry said, still a bit wary but trusting his father.
“It's also important that if you feel at any time that you need to use the toilet, call me as soon as you feel it. You wont be able to walk to it, and I daresay you will need more then a bit of help going as well,” Severus warned him.
“Okay, I will,” Harry told him as settled onto the couch.
“Did you want anything before I go into my lab?” Severus asked.
“Could I have some of my Christmas toys?” Harry asked shyly.
Severus smiled and summoned the items and set them within range of his son. “Now I will be back to check on you, but it's going to take 3 hours to make it. I want it potent, so their will be no lasting effects on you,”
Harry didn’t fully understand all his father was saying but he nodded that he did, grinned as the man kissed his hair before he disappeared out the room. He turned to look at Paddy who had laid down just under him next to the couch.
“Sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Harry told him softly.
Sirius only barked mournfully, the small boy would never know how much it hurt the man to watch his godson fall. How close he had been close to revealing himself, but had only just held off. He would never know how guilty he felt, but Remus was right. If he revealed himself too soon, he would lose Harry forever and he himself would be given the kiss before he could blink.
Meanwhile in the lab Severus was cursing himself, he should had been watching the child, instead of getting caught up in his paperwork. He was only glad that nothing else had been broken. This was easy, and one he finished this potion, Harry would be right as rain. He occluded the feeling of inadequacy away in favor if gathering the ingredients.
He didn’t want Harry to wait anymore time then he had too. There was no room in his mind for a ruin potion, and wasted ingredients. He wished for a moment that Tigger wasn’t at Hogwarts doing something for Albus. As then he wouldn't feel like he was neglecting his child. Shaking the thoughts away he focused completely on chopping up the roots.
Harry was entertaining himself, telling stories to Paddy about how he loved it here, and how much Snape had changed his life. He knew the dog was interested in hearing it as his ears perked every time he took a breath to speak. He moved from the story telling to play with his toys. It was about 2 hours later when he reached to grab the coloring book from the floor, when Harry first felt it, the first sign that he was on his way to be in trouble if he didn’t say something now.
His bladder was definitely more then a little full. He frowned, figuring in his shock and fear he hadn't noticed it when his dad had asked him about it earlier, but now he was truly aware and he didn’t like it. He dropped the book to the ground and sat up the best he could, and turned his eyes to to empty doorway expectant.
“Dad! I need help!” He called out, before quieting. He frowned wondering if his father heard him. He knew the lab had wards, and for the first time he had to wonder if their were wards that prevented noises. It wouldn't do for the man to be startled when he was working on a particularly volatile potion. Harry wiggled on the couch the best he could as he stared at Paddy for a moment.
“I dont think Dad can hear me, but maybe if I call Tigger. He can get Dad for me,” Harry said in a sudden moment of clarity. “Tigger!”
Harry frowned at the space in front of his, stayed empty. He looked around in confusion before calling the house elf again a few more times. He sighed sadly as he tried to ignore the hurt feeling that was creeping in his chest. Now what was he supposed to do? He knew as his bladder pulsed that he didn’t have a lot of time, and he figured if he could just make it out into the hallway then his daddy could hear him right? He hoped so as he wasn’t sure how else he could get to the toilet.
The little boy took a breath before shrugging off the blanket his daddy had put over him in favor of using his arms and slowing getting off the sofa. He was greatful that Paddy had the sense to mood. Harry made a small oof sound as he collided with the ground his stomach, getting the brunt of it to his displeasure. He could see Paddy looking at him in confusion.
“I need the toilet, and no one's answering me,” Harry whined out.
Not really expecting an answer, but the dog at least lost the confused expression. He started to do a small crawl the best he could, but the little boy was quickly tiring. The potions had properties that usually helped ones body rest hence the sluggishness. He ended up in the middle of the floor with his head on the carpet, trying his hardest to catch his breath. He needed to make it, or he was going to wet himself. He swore softly, that would have earned him a soap washing if his father was here, but he needed to lash out at the unfairness of it all. He struggle to pull himself up to his knees, sniffling as he did so. He couldnt feel his legs, so there was no pain there. But it was discomfort at the fact that he was rendered useless.
Trying one last go, he managed to stand up on his legs, only to fall forward with a thud on the carpet floor. He groaned out miserably and from pain and shock that went straight to his bladder. He couldn't do this, he had to go now. The little boy was besides himself as he struggled not to cry and lose his bladder control.
“Dad help! Please Snape help me!” He screamed out, knowing using both titles usually called the man in here. He didn’t really notice that Paddy took off out the room at that scream. He could care less at the moment, he had to pee! He groaned as his bladder spasmed as he tried to pull himself across the carpet some more, before he felt a warm gush, and he gasped as he was barely able to stop it.
He choked on a sob. “Dad help me please! Please Daddy I need you!” He yelled out, before he turned his face into the carpet as his bladder involuntarily released. He was powerless to stop it, and the sobbing little boy didn’t even try. Through his tearful cries, he starts becoming aware of the frantic barking and scratching one what he presumed was a door.
Severus was currently in the process of waiting for the potion to cool, and then bottling it so he could take it out to Harry. He smiled a rare smile, it was perfect and his son would be good as new if not better after he drank this. His smile, quickly turned into a frown as he heard the frantic scratching and barking the moment he took the potion off the flame. His eyes, widen as he knew there was only one reason why the dog would even come to him..Harry!
He hurried out the door, the dog growling at him slightly as he rushed back into the sitting room. Before he could reach the doorway, he heard the gut-wrenching sobs coming from within it, and his heart dropped. Had the potion's wore off and his son had been in terrible pain and couldn't get to him? How stupid could he be? He rushed into the room, only to see his son on the floor.
“Harry, child what happened?” He asked, as he knelt down on the side of him. He frowned and looked down as the knee of his trouser touched wetness.
“You didn’t come! And I called for you like you said!” Harry screamed out miserably through his tears as he kept his head buried in the carpet. He could smell the acrid scent of his accident and it made him so angry. Knowing that this accident, wasn’t his fault.
“Oh child,” Severus said regretfully as he touched the carpet and smelled the offending liquid and then heard his child's answer. “I am so sorry, I didn’t hear you,”
“Right, you ignored me,” Harry sniffled out sadly.
“I didn’t Harry, my wards. I thought I had lowered them but I guess, I was so worried about your fall that I didn’t realize it. My child,” Severus stated regretfully.
Harry could hear the regret in the man's tone, but he wasn’t yet ready to forgive at the moment. He was still wet and sad and angry.
Severus sighed but he didn’t blame his child, he simply picked him up and carried him up the stairs, and got his washed and dressed in some clean clothes. He set the child on his bed as he summoned the potion that would end this mess.
“Can you drink this for Daddy?” He asked softly. The child had yet to speak to him since his apology, and Severus couldn't really blame it, but it did hurt his heart.
Harry took the potion silently watching as the man stood up. He didn’t want Snape to leave but at the same time, he couldn't stand the thought of the man being next to him right now. He simply said nothing and let the man walk out of his room, before turning his head into his pillow.
Severus walked out of the room silently, still angry with himself rightly so, how in the hell could he forget to take down the wards. How could he just ignore Harry like that? He knows even as Harry said nothing that his bladder once more has suffered a setback because of that episode. Snape shakes his head mournfully hoping that the rest of the winter break wasn’t ruined before of his one careless mistake. |
So uh, I got a bit carried away with this chapter, but it had to set the tone for the rest of the story. The rest of the chapters might be this long as I'm really trying to end it at 101 chapters. It will have a bunch of one shots, I think but at the moment, I'm focusing on finishing the story. I do not abandon my stories.
Chapter 98
The rest of the winter break had been a bit too much tension for Harry and Severus. The Potion Master knew that he was at fault, and it hurt his heart to have his child look at him like that. He had tried hard to remain patient, and it seemed to be working thankfully, even if it was slow going. He didn’t know how he would handle it if Harry continue to ignore him. The man looked up from his papers, noting for the first time that he wasn’t alone anymore. He could see Harry on the couch, coloring in one of his activity book. And he could only hope that this was the end of the punishment for both of them. After all they return to school tomorrow morning.
“We return to the school tomorrow. Are you eager to get back to your friends?” Severus asked conversationally.
Harry nodded silently. “I wanna see Mione,” he replied softly. He was feeling a bit out of sorts the past few days. He had been ducking his father's attempts at apologies and comforts, and the little boy was miserable. But he wanted Snape to understand something, but not at the expense of himself.
“I'm sure she's anxious to see both you and Mr. Weaseley,” Severus replied soothingly.
“Yeah, I hope so,” Harry said seriously before startling as the floo started to ring. He looked at his father fearfully but the man only calmly stood up.
“Severus it's me Lucius, would it be alright if I came through?” The Aristocrat's voice resounded through the fireplace.
The man in question suddenly turned sharply to look at Harry who had taken on a terrified expression as he was not in the disguise of Emery Prince . “Go to your room Harry, and take the potion next to the bed,” he told him in a hushed tone. He knew that Harry would definitely be unable to stay away to see what the blonde man was doing here, and he would be safer if he was in his 'Emery' persona.
“Okay,” the little boy replied quickly before running out the room and back upstairs.
He was very curious to know why Mr. Malfoy was doing here, not to mention the little boy had taken a bit of fondness for the man. He actually liked the man and his family, at least when he wasn’t Harry Potter. He drank the contents of the vial in one gulp and waited for it to take effect.
Severus strode over to the fireplace and unlocked it for his friend to come through. He was very glad that he had sent Harry upstairs when he saw that the man wasn’t alone. He had brought Draco with him, though he noted the time at 7:00pm and knew that they probably wouldn't be staying that long.
“Sorry to just barge in like this Severus, but Narcissa insisted that I floo you tonight,” Lucius said apologetically as he took a seat. He could see from the chair that he was sitting a child's coloring book and a cluster of crayons, so he knew that Emery wasn’t yet gone.
“That's alright Lucius,” Severus told him as he took a seat across from him and called his house elf for tea.
“Where is Emery?” Draco asked finally when it became apparent that the men were about to have a talk. He didn’t want to hear what they had to say, and he wanted to see what kinds of things the boy got for Christmas.
“Upstairs, knowing him he should be coming back down,” Severus replied, his lips quirking into a smirk as the sound of feet was soon heard coming down the steps. And a few moment's later the boy burst back into the study, his eyes big.
“Uncle Lucius!” Harry yelled out childishly as he ran to the man who quickly got out of the chair and picked him up and spun him around to the surprise of both Draco and Severus.
“Well hello there Emery. I thought I wouldn't get a chance to see you before you left,” Lucius told the small boy and he tickled his sides.
Harry giggled as he hugged the man tightly. This is what he would miss most when 'Emery' went away. He and his father hadn't talked about it yet, but he knew that the disguise wouldn't last forever. He knew that he couldn't always hide. He would miss the fact that Lucius Malfoy treated him like he wished his own Uncle had; but he would enjoy it until it was over.
“Uncle Lucius?” Draco asked with a frown as he contemplated that. This was a first for him, and the Professor.
“Well you call my Dad, Uncle Severus. It's the same isn't it?” Harry said with a pout.
“Yes it's the same little one, Draco was merely curious,” Lucius said smoothly once he saw the pout. He did however give his son a stern look, now was not the time to start fights.
“Oh, okay,” Harry said with a sigh as turned to steady himself by putting his arm around the man's shoulder.
“So where were we Lucius? What brings you and Draco here tonight? I would have thought that you would have been preparing him to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow,” Severus said as they retook their seats.
“We have, but as I said Narcissa wasn’t sure when Emery went back with his other relatives,” the blonde stated carefully. “And she wanted me to see if he would be around the 9th of January or so,” he said seeing the man's eyes narrowing.
“What's happening on the 9th?” Harry blurted out before his father could speak.
“Uncle Severus's birthday, he doesn't like to celebrate it. But mother wants to take him out to dinner, and you as well. So I hope you're going to be there, otherwise I'll have no one to talk too,” Draco told him as the men seemed to be silently conversing above their heads.
“Oh, Daddy am I still going to be here?” Harry asked softly, as Lucius set him down. He didn’t need to know that the two blondes in the room were openly staring at him. They had known he was Severus's son for a while, but they had never heard him address the man, so casually.
“Why wouldn't you be? Father says that with your mum gone, Uncle Severus is your only remaining guardian,” Draco drawled out
Severus sighed as he gave Harry a look, his dark eyes calculating and trying to think this through. By their story, he was supposed to have gotten rid of Emery, but he now realized the flaw in their plans. Why had he he said that the child's mum had died, where else would he go? How were they going to get through this, he could see when the eyes soon shifted to him and he forced his face blank.
“We will have to see, I do not know if that will be possible as I work at Hogwarts. I've had that job for years, and with your sudden appearance, I don't want to put that in jeopardy,” Severus replied slowly.
Harry hung his head silently, knowing now was not the time to have this conversation. The hand of the blonde's aristocrat on his shoulder suddenly felt heavy. Guess this was the end of then, he simply wasn’t allowed to have a father AND and Uncle figure who cared for him. His father didn't even want to see if they could find away around it. He blinked back the sudden tears as he wrenched himself from the blonde man. He moved to grab his coloring book and all of his crayons. Better make sure that it looks like once he's gone he won't be returning.
Severus didn’t need to make eye contact to see the inner turmoil in the child's eyes plain as day. He sighed as he turned to his tea, as the boy suddenly ran out of the room.
“Emery!” Draco called out giving his own father a look before soon following after the small boy.
Lucius had been quiet during the whole conversation as it wasn’t his business. But now that the boys were gone, he turned his eyes to his friend to let him have it and know how utterly ridiculous he was being.
Draco meanwhile had caught up with Harry who was shoving the crayons and crayons in a drawer, sniffling slightly. He didn’t turn around when he heard his door open, knowing that it was Draco. What did it matter? After tomorrow, Emery would cease to exist anymore and Draco Malfoy would go back to hating who he really was; Harry Potter. He had never had a cousin who he enjoyed being around, and once he got one he didn’t want to let him go.
“I guess this is goodbye then,” Harry said softly.
“No it's not Emery don't think like that. Father will get Uncle Severus to see reason.” Draco said confidently.
Harry shrugged as if he didn’t care, besides prolonging it only made it harder on him in the long run. He glanced at the clock to see it at 8:30, and he knew they both had school tomorrow. And he himself was a right grouch if he didn’t get his recommended sleep.
“If you say so Draco,” he mumbled out as he walked over to his bed and pulled his pajamas from under his pillow and proceeded to get dressed. He didn’t care that Draco was in there, after all they were both boys anyway.
“I know so Emery,” he replied seriously.
Harry had to smile at that, he could hear the over protectiveness in the the boy's tone. Was this what having an older brother was like?
“What's that?” Draco asked quietly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the younger boy.
Harry stilled from where he had been pulling on his t-shirt. “What's what?”
“The scar, on your arm,” Draco replied slowly as he pointed too it.
Harry grimaced as he recognized the scar, from where the basilisk’s fang had gotten him. The bloody bite, still gave him nightmares. “Snake bite,” he replied honestly.
“Oh must have been a hell of a snake,” Draco said with a horrified tone. “That looked liked it hurt alot,”
“It did, but it was a couple years ago,” Harry said with a nonchalant shrug before he finished putting on his shirt. He ran over to his dresser drawer and slyly wrapped his nighttime underwear in his pajama bottoms before giving his guest a shy look.
Draco was nodding thoughtfully, wondering what type of snake bit the child when he noticed the look he was now getting. “What?”
“I...I'm going to go to the toilet, to get dressed and stuff. Is that okay?” Harry said politely.
“Yeah that's fine. It's your house Emery, you don't have to ask me, but I thank you anyway,” Draco told him as he took a seat on the bed.
Harry nodded, smiling shyly at the boy before he ran out the room and to the bathroom to get dressed for bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day found Severus and Harry flooing back to Hogwarts. Harry didn’t want to take the train back, and risk the possibly of running into Draco. He didn’t honestly think he could handle fighting the boy. Draco had shown another side to himself when he was Emery, and he hated that they had to go back to fighting. He didn’t dwell on it, the same way that he had countered his father whenever he tried to bring up never being Emery Prince ever again. He didn’t want to talk about it, or deal with it.
The first day back passed by without any problems, and Harry was happy to see that Ron caught Hermione up on everything that they had done over break together. He mostly stayed silent to himself, especially at Dinner when the Headmaster had announced if anyone was currently missing a dog. Paddy was his, and he couldn't even fathom if someone turned out to claim the dog. His rest that night wasn’t restful, and he spent the whole night tossing and turning, having nightmares of Paddy being taken away from him forever and he just couldn't handle it. The little boy woke up the next morning, in a foul mood. Add to the fact that they had double potions with the Slytherins and the young Gryffindor was being a right git. He trudged down to the dungeon classroom with his classmates and friends and they took their seat. He could see the lines on his father's face once he appeared in the man's classroom to know that he hadn't sleep well either. After sitting next to Ron for about 2 minutes, he found himself sighing along with the rest of the class as they were assigned partners, and of course who would he be with; Draco Malfoy.
Harry frowned but he slowly made his way to the other side of the room, knowing that Draco would never get up. He took a seat with a loud exaggerated sigh, wincing as he saw the look his father shot at him. He straightened up before turning his gaze to look at the Slytherin.
“Malfoy,” Harry said quietly, but without his usual venom. So much had changed between them, but the sad part of it was that Draco didn’t even know.
“Potter,” Draco muttered as he got up to grab the ingredients for the potion they would be making. It was a simple burn paste, so Draco had no worries not that he would anyway, but at least Potter couldn't mess anything up.
Harry eyes flicked to Snape, the man was currently walking around the classroom, checking on his classmates. Harry knew the potion they were making and he set the cauldron over the flame while the Slytherin started to prepare them.
“It says to dice them Malfoy, not slice them,” Harry muttered after a moment while he watched the blonde work.
“Oh yeah, you think you can do better Potter. I'll have you know that I do know what I'm doing,” Draco replied haughtily, very much aware that he had messed up. He knew once he reread it that he had gotten the cutting wrong.
“I will, here hand me the knife,” Harry replied confidently.
He wanted to show Draco a bit of his skills, he couldn't understand just what it was in him that made him want to make the other boy proud. He shook his head, he wasn’t making any sense. Harry looked at the root and and quickly shoved up the sleeves on his robes and got to work. He was so into his work, he didn’t hear the soft gasp of the Slytherin boy next to him, when his arm revealed the same scar that he had just seen on Emery only a day ago.
Draco's eyes flicked to Snape, and back to Harry for a moment before shaking his head in denial, this couldn't be could it? As he watched the boy work, he noticed how similar the mannerisms were to Emery. How had he not seen? And how could Snape do this to him? The blonde boy was strangely silent the rest of the lesson, trying to figure this out. His first thought was to owl his father, but something was holding him back. He had seen the way the man had held Emery, he didn’t know what to do, but common sense was telling him to shut up and leave it be. He sighed, and stayed in a contemplated mood, the rest of the period, with Harry none the wiser.
~*~*~*~ 1 Week Later*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco pulled on the dress shirt, that his mother had forced him to wear. Never mind that she wasn’t even at school with him. He would be seeing her in a couple hours and he didn’t want to bring her ire down on him if he chose to wear something else. He sighed, dreading this dinner. How could he go and pretend to be friendly with a kid that he knew was Potter? But he also knew that if he did anything to the boy, that Snape would kill him. And he had no desire to experience any embarrassment any time soon. The Slytherin sighed before he headed downstairs to wait in the common room for Snape to get him.
Severus was making sure that Harry had drank his potion. He hadn't had a chance to really sit down and talk to the boy about what they were going to do about Emery, but now was not the time. He looked at the child, who he noticed was giving him shy smile.
“Are you ready for us to go get Draco?” Severus asked him.
“Yeah,” Harry replied softly, though inwardly, he just wished the whole night was over. He hadn't been that oblivious. He had seen the other boy giving him looks this past week when he thought he wasn’t watching. And he was currently creeped out, he didn’t like being watched. He said nothing of how he was feeling and simply reached for his father.
“Emery, don't you think you're getting a bit old for this?” Severus sighed as he picked the child up.
Harry shook his head stubbornly, as he buried his head in his father's shoulder. “I just wanna be close to you,” he whispered out.
“What's got you so out of sorts?” Severus asked softly, but he only got a shrug for his troubles.
Severus said nothing else as he flooed with Harry to the Slytherin Common room to get Draco. He stepped out of the fireplace and after nodding to the child, they left. They were going to go to the edge of the Hogwart's boundary line before port keying out of there to the restaurant. Severus made sure that both boy's were holding the sock as they disappeared with a small pop.
They landed in front of the restaurant, and looked around for a moment trying to get a feel of their surroundings. It was a muggle restaurant but no one was around them, not to mention this was an expensive place so he had to wonder where everyone was. They didn’t have to wait for long when Lucius suddenly appeared.
“There you are, Narcissa is waiting for us inside,” Lucius told them, ruffling Harry's hair on the way as he led them inside.
“Where is everyone?” Severus asked curiously.
“We rented the place out for the night, more or less,” Lucius answered smoothly.
“I see,” he replied slowly. “Do not tell me you went all out for my birthday? You know I won't like that,” Severus warned him.
“Of course not, I did no such thing. Narcissa however, had no such qualms,” Lucius replied honestly, smiling when he heard his friend groan.
“It wont be so bad daddy,” Harry whispered in the man's ear. “We'll get to eat birthday cake,” he said happily.
“You would only be concerned about that,” Severus said dryly as they all headed into the restaurant.
Harry was soon set on his feet, and made to walk with Draco towards their table. He looked around the place in awe, as this was an extremely fancy place. And he knew that his Aunt Petunia would kill to be able to eat here. He giggled as he pictured that, earning him a funny look from the Slytherin. He figured, he'd better speak to the boy, which he was feeling good about as he missed talking with Draco.
“Hi Draco,” Harry said shyly, but his tone warm and inviting. He had forgotten just how young his voice sounded when he was in his Emery persona.
Draco stared at the small boy, unable to believe what he was seeing. If this was truly Potter(which he knew now) then why was the boy being so nice to him. He could hear it in his tone, and his smile was not at all fine. “Hello Emery, how have you been?”
“Good,” Harry replied cheerfully. That was all he needed to get over the initial shyness. After all Draco(as far as he knew) had no reason to suspect him. Harry continued to talk to the Slytherin even as they took their seat at the table.
Lucius was grinning at the interaction between the two children, and he wished that Emery was the same age as Draco once more. It would be great for the Malfoy heir to have one friend and cousin who liked him for him and not his name. He sighed, but there was nothing he could do for it.
“So little one, what have you been up too? Did you go to Hogwarts with Severus?” Lucius asked conversationally when the child had taken a breath in speaking.
Harry eye's widened as he turned to look at his father. They hadn't discussed this, and he had to refrain from automatically speaking that he was at Hogwarts. He had been, but Emery wasn’t, he forced a frown on his face and looked down at the table.
“No sir, I haven't gone to Hogwarts,” Harry replied softly.
“Then where have you been staying?” Narcissa piped in, a frown gracing her elegant face.
“In Hogsmeade, I have a flat there. Dad got it for me,” Harry replied, thinking that he was being smart but the gasps he got from both Lucius and Narcissa told him otherwise.
“Severus what were you thinking? He's 10 year old, we could have taken him in, if you truly despise having a child around you so much!” Narcissa said angrily.
Severus gritted his teeth, his infamous Snape glare, turning into the direction of his son, who nearly fell off his chair from how bad he had flinched. He toned it down, when he realized that Harry was shaking. “Sorry Emery, I forgot,” he murmured softly.
Draco was looking from each of them, his eyes narrowed but he wasn’t about to disrupt this conversation. He was never more then grateful then when their server appeared to take their orders.
Harry looked up suddenly, he didn’t know what to order and he looked to his dad for assistant. The man was currently in a staring contest of sorts with his Uncle Lucius and he sighed before turning to Draco. “What do I order to eat?”
“Whatever sounds good to you,” Draco replied simply.
“Well, what are you ordering?” Harry asked slyly.
Draco gave him a look that showed him he wasn’t fooled. “Filet Mignon, and mashed potatoes with sauteed squash,” he replied in a serious tone.
Harry's mouth dropped opened, he didn’t know what that was and he didn’t want it. He frowned, this wasn’t good, even if the mashed potatoes bit sounded good. “I want mashed potatoes too Daddy,” he told the man.
“Get something more then that, you need a meat and a vegetable,” Severus told him.
“Can I have baked chicken and broccoli?” Harry asked softly.
“Yes you can,” Narcissa replied as they ordered. “Now pick something to drink honey, and your done,” she told him.
Harry's eyes flicked to his watch and shook his head. It was only 6:30pm, but by the time they got the food it would be about 7pm. And his dad had been speaking about limiting his drinking after 7, and he didn’t think he would be allowed anything. “I'm not thirsty,” he mumbled.
“We're not starting tonight Emery, so you may have whatever you like,” Severus interjected before the other adults could question him.
Harry nodded happily, and ordered a fizzy cola drink with a grin, before turning back to Draco. As their waitress came back with their drinks, he immediately went for it, and gave her a grin when she laid down a coloring mat for him. “Thank you,” was the cheerful reply before the little boy went silent as he started coloring.
Draco frowned, as he silently observed the behavior of the other boy. He could see now, how he never saw Potter in Emery. They truly were two different people, even though they were one in the same. He noticed how happy the little boy looked and he sighed, knowing that he couldn't put this off anymore. He needed to talk to Emery now, but he wasn’t sure how to get the boy up without drawing suspicion. He didn’t stop to think that the answer would come to him soon.
As soon as the food came, all was forgotten as papers were moved aside and conversation was halted as everyone started to eat. Harry was grinning happily at his choice as he silently tucked in. The food was great and the soda was even better. He was still excited to see what the cake would look like. Harry was only halfway through his dinner when he felt the first jolt in his lower stomach, and his eyes immediately flicked over to his father who seemed to be in conversation with the elder Malfoy's again.
He knew already to have an accident in his dress trousers were out of the question but he also knew it would be rude to interrupt. Harry tried to ignore the urge, but like always once the child acknowledged it he couldn't ignore it and he was soon wiggling around in his chair. He turned to look at Draco, only to find the boy staring at him strangely, and he opened his mouth but the Slytherin beat him too it.
“Are you okay Emery?” Draco asked quietly, he was nearly sure he knew what was wrong.
Harry nodded but he bit his lip as he looked around the restaurant again. “I don't see the toilet, do you?” He asked softly.
Draco's suspicions were confirmed and he realized that he could use this to his advantage, and speak with the boy. He only hoped that the child wouldn't freak out. “Me either, but they have one here. Father would never dine in a place that didn’t have it,” he promised the boy.
“But I need to go though, and my dad is still talking with yours,” Harry said worriedly.
Draco sighed, this side of the boy he could remember seeing as Potter. When he had made the boy pee himself that horrible day. He would have regret until he was sure the child forgave him. He sighed before turning to look at the adults, he owed the boy this much.
“Excuse me Father, but I have an urgent question,” Draco stated formally. And like he knew it all eyes suddenly turned to him, or in his Professor's case, they went straight to Emery.
“What is it Dragon?” Lucius asked, wondering just why his son's tone was so formal. They were in the company of family and there was no need.
“Do you know where the toilets are?” Draco asked, a small frown gracing his face.
“I believe they are in the back of the restaurant,” Lucius replied slowly before turning around so he could signal their waiter. He turned to look at Severus only to find the man staring at Emery silently. “What is it?” He asked the man softly.
“Emery, is you who need's the toilet?” He asked his squirming child.
Harry nodded jerkily as he rocked in his chair. “I do, can I go?” He asked urgently.
“Of course you can. Lucius, if you'll excuse us,” Severus said as he stood up so he could take his son to the bathrooms.
“No problem,” Lucius replied easily.
Draco stood up as well, that wasn’t the part of the plan. “Wait, I need to go too,” he blurted out, embarrassment flooding his face as everyone turned to look at him.
Lucius sighed, of course Draco needed to go he had asked after all. “Severus, I think that Draco is more then capable of taking Emery to the bathroom alone,” he said in a quiet tone that told the former spy that he needed to discuss something serious with the man and was taking advantage of the children not being there.
Severus nodded curtly as he looked down at his son who was jumping up in down in place. “Alright, you can take Emery. But hurry, he's nearing the edge of no return,” he warned his Slytherin.
“Okay Uncle Severus,” Draco told him as he grabbed one of the child's free hand, and followed the waitress to the bathroom.
The Slytherin rushed in when he heard the boy's whine, but something stopped him from letting the boy go right away. He felt the other boy yank at his hand trying to get him to let go but he held on for a moment.
“Draco let me go, I have to wee,” Harry whined out urgently.
“In a moment, I have something important to speak with you about,” Draco rushed out. He was very much aware that the boy's bladder wasn’t as strong as it should be and he didn’t want the child to wet himself. He knew that his mother, his father and Uncle would kill him.
“Can't it wait until after I go?” Harry pleaded out desperately.
“No I'll only take a second,” Draco promised before he turned so he was facing the other boy. “I know your secret, about who you really are,” he whispered out. He watched the boy's face pale and the hand that he was holding started shaking.
“I..I don't know what you're talking about,” Harry whispered out fearfully.
He knew the jig as up, he could see the knowing look in the Slytherin's eyes and it was all he could do not to start bawling right then and there. He sniffled and hung his head and crossed his legs before he gulped.
Draco sighed. “Yes you do, I know you're really Harry Potter, “ he stated bluntly.
Harry's heart dropped, stopped and restarted in overtime. His free hand unconsciously grabbed his crotch as he tried to understand the ramifications of the other boy's words. “Are you going to tell on me?” He asked tearfully.
“No,” Draco replied softly. “I'm just confused, who is Uncle Severus really too you?” He asked curiously.
“My daddy,” Harry said sadly before he suddenly bent over at the waist in his desperation. “Oh I hafta go!” He groaned out loudly.
“Merlin's bloody beard, I forgot!” Draco said in a horrified tone as he quickly pulled the other boy over to the stalls.
“I gotta wee!” Harry whined out frantically.
“I know! I'm sorry, please don't wet yourself. I don't wanna get into trouble,” Draco told him worriedly as he positioned the child in front of the toilet and finally let go of his hand.
Harry didn’t answer as he agitatedly tried to undo his trousers. They were a bit big, so his father had made him wear a belt which is what his main cause of trouble was coming from.
Draco was watching the scene horrified. He knew the consequences and what his father and Uncle would do if the boy wet himself. He would be spanked and punished, and that was embarrassing. Now knowing exactly who the boy was, having his suspicions confirmed and everything he was of course apprehensive about helping the boy. But he also knew if he didn’t that he was screwed.
“Move your hands,” Draco instructed as he moved to stand in front of the boy and hurriedly unbuckled his friend's trousers.
Harry had just pulled the pants down, when his forceful stream released, grateful for the toilet bowl below. He didn’t look at the Slytherin, his head hung down low as he relieved himself.
“Are you going to tell?” Harry managed to choke out.
Draco thought about that before shaking his head. He had a week to process this, and he wasn’t about to let their relationship go because Emery turned out to be Harry Potter. He knew their was a reason why they hid him, he just knew he needed to speak to his Uncle Severus immediately.
“No, I'm not, finish going Emery,” Draco reassured the boy as he moved to get out of the stall.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked worriedly.
“I needed the toilet too remember?” Draco said with a hint of a smile as he disappeared out of the stall.
Harry smiled in return, even as the boy was gone. He had hope in his heart for the first time in in his life, that he might just be able to keep his new relations. Which was good as he didn’t want to lose his Uncle Lucius. |
Updated! 1st new Post of the New Year. Alot has been going on, but here it is. This story is winding down..thank goodness too. As much as I love it..it's been 2 years..and it's time to end it.
Chapter 99
The boys returned to the table, Harry was worried out of his mind as he retook his seat. He smiled at his Uncle sadly, knowing that he was probably going to lose the man's love, when this was all over. The little boy bowed his head tearfully and didn’t look up again, not noticing the looks between Severus and Lucius.
“Did something happen in the washroom Draco?” Lucius asked quietly, he had seen the heartbroken expression on Emery's face and he was worried. That hadn't been there before they left.
“No Father,” Draco replied quietly, already knowing what the other boy must be thinking if he had a forlorn expression on his face. He could understand it, because he didnt think he could ever give up Severus.
“Then what's the matter with Emery. What happened?” Severus said his voice low and dangerous as he looked pointedly at Draco.
“I didn’t do anything, we just talked about some stuff,” Draco replied honestly. He didn’t have to tell them exactly what was said however.
“What kind of stuff?” Lucius asked before Severus could get the chance too.
“Like how long he was going to be here for, and if he was going to stay with Uncle Severus forever,” he muttered out.
“And what was his reply?” Severus asked, curiosity peaking his tone.
He knew as well that he and Harry needed to come up with a plan for Emery to go away when the time came. But from the looks of it, it seemed that Harry didn't want the other persona to go away at all. He only had to wonder why for a second, when it was revealed to him in the most horrifying way.
“It was no,” Harry replied quietly, speaking up for the first time since returning back to the table. “I told him that freaks such as myself do not get the benefit of having a house with a loving father AND and Aunt and Uncle who won't beat me but who will love me instead,” he said bringing up all of that inner hurt and causing the three adults and Draco to gasp at his harsh words.
Harry swallowed heavily, as tears welled in his eyes. It was the truth, no one could understand the loss he was currently feeling. Was he not good enough to have more then one caring adult at one time? Why did fate hate him so much?
Lucius had a grim smile on his face, as he turned to look to his good friend. He had never understood the reluctance of why Severus wouldn't just take Emery in. But if the child had endured abuse and it seemed like he had he couldn’t understand what the hell was wrong with Severus. He would take the child in a heartbeat if Emery had of been his, and even if he wasn't. No child needed to feel like that ever.
“Emery little one, you are not a freak. Severus just isn't ready for a child that's all, but know that our house is open to you if you wish to live with us,” Lucius told him gently, offering his home to the child to the surprise of both Draco and Severus.
Harry said nothing, choosing to bury his head into his arms on the table. This is what he meant he would lose all of this, and he hadn't even gotten the chance to really know them. That was all it took for the little boy to burst into tears effectively ending the night for everyone.
It was Narcissa who spoke first when Harry started to cry. Her motherly instincts took over when she turned to see Lucius and Severus in a heated discussion, over no doubt the child. She stood up immediately and made her way over to the small boy, picking him up quite easily in her arms and hugging him to her chest.
“There there Emery, it will be alright in the end I promise you,” she soothed trying to get his tears to stop.
“No it won't, you don't understand,” Harry whispered out harshly as he sobbed sadly into her shoulder.
“Then help me understand honey,” she pleaded to the child softly. It wasn't pureblood decorum to plead to a child, but she needed to know how she could help him.
“You'll hate me forever,” Harry mumbled out softly.
At that small admission, Narcissa moved a bit away from the table, making her way to the small garden that the restaurant had and walked in it with him. “Now tell me, why would I hate you Emery?” She asked seriously.
“I can't tell you, I already told Draco and I think he hates me now too. I've already lost him, but I can't lose you too,” Harry said as he swallowed a lump in his throat.
Narcissa pulled him back to look at her, and wiped his eyes. “There is nothing that you can tell me that will make me love you any less. I will never change how I feel about you,” she promised sincerely.
Harry took a breath, as that was a far as promises go in his mind. He felt so loved in that moment, and he noticed that Mrs. Malfoy wasn't at frigid as he always thought. Her hugs were just as warm as Mrs. Weaselys were, but they were yet different. Probably because the woman were as different as they come. “Even if I was really Harry Potter?” He whispered out.
“Even if,” Narcissa replied back in the same tone. She could see through the shock that was coursing through her that he spoke the truth but she had to know something else.
“Oh,” Harry replied softly a weight lifted off his shoulder. One was still there as Lucius didnt currently know but to know that he would still have Narcissa was enough in that moment. “Snape is still my daddy though, but it has to stay a secret,” he told her mid yawn.
“I understand much more then you do sweetie, try not to worry so much. We will find a way for you to stay with Severus,” Narcissa promised as she rubbed his back, knowing he wasnt that far off from sleeping.
Harry believed her, and found himself falling asleep quite fast in her arms, to the amusement of the woman.
Narcissa needed to have a talk with Severus sometime this week before they approached Lucius with this information. She walked back to the table, not to surprised to find everything gone and everyone else standing up. “I take it we're done for the night?”
“We are, Lucius and I have not reached an agreement. Oh he fell asleep, I wondered if he tired himself out,” Severus murmured as he reached for his son.
“Yes I can see that happening, when a child finds out that his father who is supposed to love and cherish him would rather he go back to abusive relatives then take the child in,” Lucius said bitingly as he glared at his friend.
“Do not speak of, what which you do not know Lucius,” Severus stated warningly.
“Oh Severus I know quite a lot. And I really thought you were better then this,” Lucius said with disappointment shining in his grey eyes. “Come along Draco, say goodbye to Professor Snape,” he said as he walked out the restaurant.
Draco looked at his professor and gave a small shrug. “Goodbye Professor, see you Friday,” he said as he hurried after his father, leaving his mother and Snape with a sleeping Harry.
“We need to talk as soon as possible Severus,” Narcissa said as she fixed her coat.
“About what Cissa?” Severus asked carefully.
“The child in your arms,” she replied simply before she followed her family out the restaurant, leaving Severus to wonder what the hell was going on.
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The day after that disastrous dinner, Harry was mostly back to himself. He had distanced himself as far away as he could from Draco, and then by association his father. He could not, and would not allow himself to fall into the lull of false security. He couldn't believe his moment of weakness when Narcissa had wormed out the true. He felt happy that she knew, and felt nothing would change but he hoped to Merlin or whoever that she didn't tell Lucius as he couldn't handle it if she did.
The weeks started to blur together, once Harry got it into his mind that it didn't matter. But every time he saw Draco get mail in the Great Hall he was worried that Lucius had somehow found out. He was worrying quite a lot, and was barely aware of the passing weeks. Before he knew it January had past and February was making it's way out. It was the last day of February when Harry felt like everything would be okay. If the woman hadn't said anything in almost two months, then he knew she would keep his secret.
Which that new found sense of relief, Harry allowed himself to calm down. He even started enjoying school again, then again it helped that Sirius Black had stopped looking for him. Currently he was in the library studying with Hermione and Ron. DADA had a project coming up in a few weeks, and they each had to give a solo presentation about a defensive tactic they had chosen, explained what it did, how one could hurt someone else with it, and what were the repercussions if it was used wrong. After all that they then had to demonstrate it to the class against Professor Lupin himself. It was half their passing grade and everyone was really excited and stressed about the whole thing, but they knew the man was fair.
Harry sighed for a moment as he listened to his friend's bicker, as annoying as it was this was nothing new, though he had decided it got worse each year went by. He sighed and opened his book, unsure of why they all had to study together when they were each doing separate things. He wished his had his game boy but it was back in his dorm in his trunk, trying to tune his friend's out he started reading.
Eventually the two Gryffindors settled down, and followed Harry's example, and it was quiet in the library. Then again that had to do with the fact that it was a Saturday and most people preferred not to come here, including Harry and Ron had it not been for the fact that they had a project to do. Back to the situation at hand, Harry was shaking his head as Ron tried to come up with every excuse in the book to get out of the library but Hermione wasn't one to be moved and it didn't work. After chuckling some more Harry finally got into a bit of a groove and got to work.
Because it was a Saturday they were able to work a couple of hours without having to leave for classes, and it was during the 3rd hour when Harry felt it. He knew it was going to happen as they had lunch before they came and thought he didnt need to use the toilet then, he did now. And from the way he could feel it pulsing in his stomach he knew he had to a go a bit badly. Thats what he got for ignoring his body, but on the bright side he was nearly done with his assigment. He nodded to himself and stood up, alerting his two companions.
“Harry where are you going? We agreed that we would work here for 4 hours, it's only been 3,” Hermione said with a frown.
“I know, and I'll be back. I just need a bit of a break,” Harry told her easily.
Hermione shook her head. “I dont believe that, you leave and then Ron will want a bit of a break and then neither of you will come back. And I'll be stuck bringing all of our work back to the Tower,” she said smartly, looking pointedly in Ron's direction. The boy looked like he had thought just that.
“I'll be back Hermione, I promise,” Harry repeated, as he shifted on his feet. Standing up when one had to go was never the smartest thing. He moved to go, when he felt her grab his arm.
“Harry do you want me to get Snape? I don't want too, but you know that if you fail he won't be happy about that. And you dont want to disappoint him do you?” She said trying another tactic to get him to stay. She knew her friends, and she knew they didnt like to study like she did.
“No you dont have to get him. I promise, I'll be back. I just need a break is all,” Harry told her seriously, his need was more then urgent now and he knew his limits and he was reaching it.
“We'll be done in an hour, whatever it is you're trying to do. You can do that then,” she told him firmly.
Harry shook his head, as he retook his seat. He didnt want to fight with her, and he couldnt tell her because she was a girl and he was embarassed. He frowned as he turned to look at Ron.
“It's okay mate, I know how you feel. Just one more hour,” Ron said with a encouraging smile.
“But you dont Ron. I hafta go use the toilet,” Harry whispered desperatly.
At that Admission Ron's eyes snapped up to his and Harry mentally shuddered at the gaze that his friend was now looking at him with. It wasnt disgusting or anything like that, but he had seen that protective gaze in Draco's numerous times. He knew what this meant, he just hoped that Ron wouldnt do anything rash.
Ron stood up, and nudged Harry up. “We're going to the toilet,” he announced as he set his quill on the table.
“No way Ronald, what do you take me for? You both just don't suddenly need to visit the toilet at the same time,” Hermione said as she launched into a tirade.
Ron frowned as he looked at Harry who immediately sat down when he heard Hermione's tone. He shook his head as he looked at his friend before turning back to the girl.
“Shut up for a minute Hermione, you don't know anything. Are you in our bodies? How are you to tell us when we have to pee and when we don’t?” He asked, enjoying the way her face flushed in embarrassment. Well it served her right.
Hermione sniffed as she looked at him. “I just know you guys, and I know you're probably going to go down to the Quidditch pitch,” she retorted.
“You don't know us that well, get up Harry. We're going,” Ron told him seriously, as he noticed the relieved look on his mate's face.
Harry quickly got out his chair and made to follow Ron when he felt the back of his robe get yanked. “What? Hermione what are you doing?”
“Harry don't do this,” she told him seriously as she looked at him knowingly. “We both know you and Ron don't need to go, so stop fooling around and come finish your essay. You're nearly done,”
Harry bit his lip and squirmed as tried to yank his robe free from her, but Hermione was stubborn in her own right and she didnt want to let go. “Stop it, I do hafta go,” he whined.
Hermione frowned before sighing. “Fine, go then. And i'll just tell Snape that you didnt do you work,” she said lightly as she took a seat.
Harry's eyes widen at that, he didnt want to make his dad angry over nothing. But the man did tend to jump to conclusions, regarding him sometimes. He wiggled in place as he looked at Ron worriedly.
Ron for his part was shaking his head, wishing there was someone who was here who could obviously see that Harry needed to go. It was like once they were in the library Hermione was blind to everything but a book. He didnt say anything, but he did however breathe a huge sigh of relief when he saw Professor Lupin walk into the library. The man looked intent on Madame Pince, but turned in their direction and Ron waved him over.
Harry by then was doing a sit down potty dance in his chair, his essay long forgotten, he couldnt concentrate on it long enough to even do it. He couldnt even be still, he didnt see Professor Lupin until the man was in front of them.
“Hey kids, I didnt expect to see you guys here, what are you working on?” Remus asked easily.
Ron was the first to stand up. “Our project for DADA, but Harry needs a break and Hermione won't let him go. She keeps threatening to tell Snape, that he's trying to skive off his work, but he isn't,” he told him bluntly. There was never beating around the bush when it came to Harry and his bladder.
Remus's eyes flicked to Harry who was grimacing and bent over the table in a position he was all to familiar with. He nodded quickly. “If you can assist Harry, that would be great Ron. I need to have a bit of a chat with Hermione,” he told the boy seriously.
Ron nodded, as he nudged Harry up again and grabbed the smaller teen's arm and started rushing out the library. He took a seat and looked at Hermione who was was looking at the scene with wide eyes. Ron shook his head, but it was her own fault and he didn't feel sorry for her. He pulled Harry along, until the the bathroom's just off the library.
“Come on Harry, you can do,” he murmured.
Harry whined, pulling free from Ron and running into the bathroom already pulling up his robes. He stopped as he entered as he saw Draco and Theodore in washing their hands by the sink. He couldn't help it but he swallowed hard and started backing away, and into Ron as he ran in. He knew or he thought he knew that they wouldn't prevent him from going but last time they were in the bathroom spoke otherwise.
“Hey Harry, we were just leaving. You can go,” Theo replied quickly, as he saw the way the other boys robes were already pulled out the way.
Ron was watching them with narrowed eyes, his wand already drawn even if theirs weren't. He didn't understand as neither Slytherin had their wands out but he wasn't taking any chances even in his confusion.
Harry swallowed fearfully, as he took a step forward. He hadn't spoken to Draco since that night when he had confronted him as Emery and told him he knew who he really was. Even though they had class together he strayed away from the blonde boy. He didnt know how to act and currently was trying hard not to pee himself. He was trembling with need, barely able to stop from jumping up and down in his place.
Draco was frowning as he looked at Harry before shaking his head. There was only him and Theo and then Weasely in the bathroom. He couldnt understand why the boy wasnt already going, did he want to piss himself?
“Harry, just go to the toilet!” Draco finally snapped out, when it seemed the boy was trying to turn into a pretzel.
“Don't tell him what to do,” Ron retorted but he was completely agreement with Draco even if he didn't want to admit it.
“Harry, you know we're not going to hurt you. Just go, and oh we're not going to kill each other either,” Theo said calmly trying to be the voice of reason.
Harry whined as he nodded, looking to all the boys before he ran into a stall. His heart was beating fast as he jumped up and down, his robe ending up on the floor as he struggled with his belt buckle. He couldn't hear any sounds in the bathroom, but he knew they were all still there. He just needed some help, he didn't care from who.
“Harry, you need help?” Draco asked finally when it seemed a long minute of silence had passed and nothing had happened in the stall.
“Yeah, my belt is too hard,” Harry replied, his voice hitching in his desperation.
“Okay, Theo is coming to help you. Because Weasely has his wand on me still,” Draco told him calmly.
“Kay, Theo I gotta go really bad,” Harry told the boy urgently, wishing he'd hurry up.
Ron was looking at the scene in confusion as he had assumed Harry would have called for him but he seemed perfectly comfortable with the Slytherin's presence after that first initial fear reaction. He said nothing as Nott ran into the stall that Harry had gone in, and his fear intensified but he didnt think he could help Harry and watch their back from Malfoy so he had to let it. He however breathed a sigh of relief when his friend didnt freak out or anything when the Slytherin went in.
“Why did you wait so long?” Theo chided gently as he bent down and started unfastening the boy's pants.
“Because Mione wouldn't let me an Ron go, she didn't believe us and then she said she would tell Snape on me,” Harry rushed out his hands gripping the sides of his trousers tightly.
Theodore frowned at that as he yanked down the small boy's pants and turned him towards the toilet, breathing out in relief when he heard him pee.
“Good job Harry,” he murmured as he stood up and walked out the stall to see that Draco and Weasely hadnt killed each other yet.
“Since when did you care about Harry?” Ron asked the Slytherin when he saw him again.
“I'm not sure actually,” Theo replied with a shrug as he sauntered out the bathroom.
Ron watched Draco follow suit, his eyes narrowed as he wondered if this was some sort of Slytherin plot. He would have to ask Harry if he knew why Malfoy hadnt cursed him. He didnt understand what was going on, and he didnt like it. |
This is hot off the press...I told myself I would ignore my roleplays for as long as it took me to write this chapter...it took me 3 hours, and I finished it. Just one more chapter left! I'm so excited, but this story still has a few one shots as I can't truly let this baby go. Anywho, here you go, you guys get this before fanfiction lol.
Chapter 100
Harry went back to enjoying his third year, and even though he found himself with new friends he still couldn't wait until the school year was over. He was looking forward to another fun-filled summer with his dad. It was in the middle of March during lunchtime when the Headmaster stood up and said that the ministry will be having members of the school board visiting Hogwarts this week and that he wanted all of them to be on their best behavior. Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table, and he could see Draco grinning, so he guessed that Uncle Lucius would be coming sometime or another. He hoped that he wouldn't run into him, at least not in his Harry Potter persona.
The last time Mr. Malfoy and he had such an interaction when he was Harry Potter, the man had tried to kill him in Hogwarts and only Dobby had stopped that. That made him hitch his breath at that thought, just how in the hell as Lucius going to be able to see Emery behind Harry? The man wouldn't care once he found out as they were one and the same, and if he hated him as Harry then he knew it would only be a matter of time before he hated him as Emery. He perked up at the mention of the Easter Holidays. That was next week and definitely something he was looking forward too.
The next day found the small third year walking with Ron and Hermione to DADA. Today was the starting day when they had to give their presentations, and due to the amount of students the man had and for how long each project was supposed to be, only 2-3 students would go per class. As it was, Harry had volunteered to go first, as he mainly wanted it out of the way and that he was confident in his abilities. He hurried to take a seat at his desk, the bell ringing about a minute after and then Professor Lupin stood up.
“Good afternoon students, I'm sure you all know what today is, and I hope that all of you prepared. The students that will be going today have all volunteered and will be receiving extra points towards their projects,” Remus stated calmly, ignoring the gasps from a few students, and the look of horror that Hermione was giving him as she hadn't volunteered to go first.
Harry was grinning brightly at the man, even if he wasn't behind in his DADA, extra was always nice. He didn't want to go first but luckily Professor Lupin had decided who he wanted that to be. He watched surprisingly as Neville got up first, well how bout that? He hadn't even known the boy offered to go first, that was a change. Harry shook his head to get rid of the thought as he focused more on what the boy was saying.
He had underestimated when the teacher told them that each presentation had to be at least 15 minutes but no longer then 30 minutes, and Neville had chosen plants not surprisingly and how they help when it comes to defense. It was very informative actually and when Neville was passionate about something he was extremely easy to listen too. Harry looked around the classroom to note that everyone had his eyes on the shy boy and Hermione was even taking notes. He shook his head as he focused on the boy's presentation. When it finally ended he clapped with the rest of the class, looking up as Draco went next.
Draco was an enigma if there ever was one. In front of everyone else you would think nothing between him and Harry had changed but away from everyone he was just as protective as Ron in a way. It was like suddenly having 3 older brothers, as he included Theo in that. Harry laid his head on his arms as he focused on Draco's presentation. He sipped his bottle of of water absently that was one thing he liked about Professor Lupin's class, the man allowed them to drink in class. Merlin knew one's voice got dry yelling out spells, and on some days he even allowed snacks. He was a very cool teacher, a bit odd not to mention how much Paddy seemed to prefer Lupin to Harry at times.
By the time Draco's presentation was up and hour or so of class had gone by and Lupin was telling them all to get up and stretch for a bit. During the bit of that was when Harry felt it, the minute he reached for the ceiling he felt the jolt in his bladder, and he looked towards his empty water bottle with a huff. He hadn’t even gone before class, usually he went with Ron but the boy had just went into the class today without a stop and Harry had forgotten about it. He remembered it now and he didn’t like it. He timidly raised his hand up in the air.
Remus saw Harry's hand and he smiled, he knew the boy was next and apparently the child didn’t want him to forget that. “We'll get to you in just a minute Mr. Potter, I promise,” he grinned.
Harry put his hand down and blushed that hadn't been what he was about to refer too. He was about to speak up about perhaps visiting the toilet but that plan was foiled now.
“Professor, before we start with Harry if I may be excused?” Hermione asked politely.
“Of course,” Remus told her easily.
Harry looked at Hermione's back enviously as she left the classroom. He could hear his classmates chattering to each other, and he knew he wouldnt start until Hermione came back. Speaking of which, he was still unconsciously frowning in the direction of the door.
“Relax Harry, 'Mione will be back,” Ron told him with a chuckle. “I didn’t know you liked her like that,” he teased playfully.
“Shut up Ron, I don’t like her like that,” Harry hissed out blushing.
“Are you sure about that?” Ron asked wagging his eyebrows in a teasing manner.
“Yes I'm sure,” Harry huffed, and ignoring his friend as the boy laughed. He turned his gaze to the front of the class, where he saw Professor Lupin grinning at him. But there was just no way the man heard his conversation with Ron. He blushed even darker at the thought, what if she had heard him. He didn’t like her like that! It was maybe 5 minutes later when Hermione came back into the class and it restarted, Professor Lupin took a few moments or so to get the class back in order.
“Harry you may take the floor,” Remus said forgetting for a moment that they were in class, not that it mattered as everyone knew that he was the teacher's favorite.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied as he stood up and brought his shrunken project to the front and set it up before he un-shrunk it and turned to the class. He shifted slightly on his weight as his bladder got used to the changed positions, and he hoped that his 15 minutes sailed on by. He took a breath before he launched into his presentation. His was about the differences and the similarities between what they considered light and dark magic.
He didn’t speak fast, the last thing he wanted was to run out of things to say before his time was up, he would surely lose points for that. As he got into the swing of presenting, he could feel everyone's eyes on him and relaxed as he spoke about a subject he was obviously passionate about. He forced himself to ignore his bladder in favor of focusing solely on the words on his board, and didn’t notice his inability to keep still. That didn’t mean to say that everyone else remained blissfully ignorant, because they did not.
“Merlin, I've never seen anybody so excited about a presentation. Look at how he's literally bouncing with glee,” Seamus murmured out, extremely confused about that but he had long ago learned to accept his peers quirky behavior.
Remus along with a few of the students knew just why Harry was so 'excited' and it had nothing to do with glee, but more importantly with wee. He was trying not to cringe as he listened to the boy's very thorough description of the what made 'dark spells dark', and 'light spells light'. It wasn't the material that had him on edge, it was the fact that the child in question was doing a very urgent toilet dance. He sighed, he didn't want to interrupt him and make the child go as he knew that would have embarrassing and debilitating consequences if Harry denied it and then wet himself. Severus would kill him, point blank, not to mention Sirius. He knew he had to tread carefully.
Harry was using his wand as a pointer as he pointed out the key points in his presentation. He had everyone's attention which was good, but at the same time he wished they would all close their eyes. He knew he had only been up front for about 10 minutes, and they had 15 minute presentation and he knew if he stopped now he would get a 0 or something fairly close to it. He had to go pee with a vengeance and it was making it very hard for him to concentrate.
As he pointed out the Incendio spell for an example, he felt himself spurt and he frowned, placing his wand to his side as his free hand went up timidly. “Professor Lupin?” He asked quietly, as he crossed his legs in what he hoped was a casual way.
“Yes Mr. Potter?” Remus answered, hoping the child was about to ask for permission to be excused as he would never tell him no.
“I gotta pee,” Harry found himself blurting out in his haste. As the class laughed, he felt his face heat up in embarrassment as he knew that was NOT the way to ask.
Remus frowned as he gave Harry a long look before he shook his head to rid himself of the amusement as he addressed the child. “That may be so Mr. Potter, but that is not proper classroom etiquette. Would you like to try it again?” He asked gently, knowing he couldn't let the child go until he managed to properly voice it, or something close to it.
Harry grimaced but he had known that himself when he had blurted it out. “Can I go pee?” He asked pitifully his body trembling in effort not to squirm around like he so desperately needed too. Harry could have kicked himself, he could have sworn he had said excused, he knew pee wasn't the right word. And with everyone laughing he was disrupting the class and he didn't want to get in trouble and not be able to go.
“Mr. Potter I tire of this game, if you wish to be excused you will ask accordingly and you may do so,” Remus told him boredly, but he was anything but.
He was frowning as he looked the child and he had no idea how much he sounded like Severus in that moment. He could see Harry was starting to get in a bad way, all the boy needed to do was use something else besides Pee. He had remembered as a child how much Minerva had drilled it into them when Sirius had said it once. It wasn't the type of language one used around teachers or any professional. So as much as he hated this impromptu lesson, he had to do it.
Harry nodded jerkily, as he was forced to wiggle slightly in place before he turned back to his presentation to try to continue. At least that was the plan but his bladder needed to be emptied and he had to listen to it, or he would wet himself in front of the whole class. He swallowed thickly as he turned back to his Professor.
“Um, um may I..uh..loo,” he stammered out as he broke out in a sweat as he crossed and recrossed his legs. He couldn't think about anything about his urge, why couldn't he just go and get the lesson later?
“Professor, may Harry be excused to go to the toilet please?” Theodore blurted out, unable to take it anymore. He looked around the classroom and noted that Weasely too was out of his seat as well as Draco and that know-it-all.
Remus blew out a breath, he could accept that. It was a bit strange to ask for one's friend but not when said child was in a bad way. “You may go Harry,” he replied quickly not wanting to keep the boy.
“What about my presentation? 15 minutes you said?” Harry said even as he quickly pocketed his wand, already heading to the door.
“You can do that when you get back, we were all do for a small break from sitting anyway,” he said as he gestured to the class to stand up and stretch a bit.
Harry nodded before he ran out the classroom and towards the bathroom. He had practically asked for himself, he had been aware of his body. He grinned proudly to himself, not even slowing down slightly as he turned a corner. Which he should as he collided with another body, and he fell to the floor. He had managed to grab his crotch out of instinct as he hit the ground and was able to stop from losing control of his bladder. He groaned as he looked up and saw just who it was, Lucius Malfoy!
“What where you're going boy,” Lucius said harshly as he dusted off his robes.
Harry gasped as he scrambled to his feet as he wiggled in place. “Sorry Uncle Lucius, I gotta use the toilet,” he said without thinking as he ran around the man and into the washroom a few paces away and disappeared through the door.
Lucius for his part was floored, and he watched the child, who he had seen to be Potter run into the lavatory. No that wasn't the part that had him floored, that bloody nuisance had called him Uncle Lucius, why would he do that? Further more how did he know that name? The only child who called him that was Emery, who was neither here nor there. He found his brow furrowing in confusion as he turned and headed bathroom that the boy had gone in. He could hear him relieving himself in one of the stalls and he patiently waited by the sinks, while flicking his wand at the door and locking it and covering it with a notice me not charm. He would get his answers make no mistake about that.
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Meanwhile at Malfoy Manor Narcissa was finally taking her chance. She knew that Lucius had gone to Hogwarts today and she also knew that he would most likely stop to visit Severus. However before that he would be busy and she needed to discuss something with the man first. She waited about 10 minutes after his left so that if he happened to forget something he wouldnt return and catch her. Nodding briskly to herself, she made herself into his study and after spelling her clothes, she flooed to the Potion's Master's office. Yes she knew she was unannounced and that if he was in class he surely had an alarm that would alert him that someone had just flooed in his office. Surprisingly the man was in there and was looking at her guardily.
“To what do I owe this pleasure Narcissa?” Severus drawled as he spelled a privacy ward around his office and another flick of his wand and he served some tea.
“I came here to talk, about your son,” was her immediate reply as she took a seat across from his desk.
Severus gave her a hard look at that, wondering just what the hell she wanted with Harry, or in her case Emery. Had she tried to find a solution of sorts? He had nearly forgotten about his birthday dinner and the knowing gaze she had given him.
“What about Emery?” He asked carefully.
Narcissa took a breath as she took out her wand and set it on his desk. Every fiber of her being was telling her not to do this, but she wanted Severus to see that he could trust her. She knew that he could oblivate her of all knowledge of this but she was a Slytherin too and had taken the necessary steps to assure that she would remember.
“About him really being Harry Potter,” she murmured out quietly, watching as his eyes narrowed in first disbelief, shock and was that a hint of fear? Before he closed himself off to her.
“I don’t know what you're talking about. Accusations like that will get nowhere Narcissa, Emery is not Potter,” Severus denied his voice taking on a dangerous tone. He too could see her wand sat untouched on his desk, but he was still on edge and taking no chances either.
“He is, and I have no wish to harm you or son Severus, I merely wish to discuss this,” she replied seriously.
“How did you acquire this information?” He said with a sigh, taking another tactic when it became apparent that she wouldn't be swayed by his lies or denials.
“Emery told me, when you and Lucius were arguing about where the boy in question would live. He was crying hysterically and I pleaded with him to let me help him and it spilled out. Do not blame the boy Severus, I can be persuasive when I want to be,” She said her face frowning at the thought of the child getting punished on what he told her.
“He won't be punished but I will be giving him a stern talking too. So you've known for almost 3 months now, why have you now just brought it to my attention?” He asked her curiously.
“Because I was looking for the right way to bring it up and for Lucius to be out of the house. He's here in Hogwarts today by the way,” was her answer.
“I know, he told me last night when he inquired about Draco. I'm not sure what I'm to do about Emery. He wont talk to me when I bring that up, Harry is very stubborn and he doesn't want to lose Lucius's love,” Severus said his lips thinning in a straight line, but honestly he couldn't fault the child.
“Stubborn like his father, I will work on Lucius. He's already sworn to change sides as he doesn't want to lose Draco or I to the Dark Lord,” Narcissa promised him.
“Don't tell him, he's not ready to know. Harry would never forgive you if you do that and Lucius turns him away,” Severus warned her.
“I know, I will be delicate with this information. I don’t want to hurt that little boy, anymore then he's already been hurt,” she said sadly.
“Neither do I,” he agreed softly.
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Harry came out of the stall with a proud look on his face, he had managed to get his clothes down in record time especially considering he was wearing his school trousers and standard buckle. He was very proud of himself and it showed. He pulled down his robes as he headed over to the sinks and stopped in the middle of the bathroom as he saw he wasn't alone. His heart stopped beating for a moment, before it started over double time. What the hell was he doing here?
“Mr. Malfoy,” he breathed out quietly.
“Mr. Potter,” Lucius said calmly as he looked at the boy. “Might you be able to help me?” He asked conversationally.
“Help you with what?” Harry asked slowly.
“I need you to help me figure out, why in Merlin's name you called me Uncle Lucius,” he said slowly as he carefully watched the child's face.
Harry's eyes went wide, he had done that?! He closed his eyes and remembered bumping into the man in the hall, but he hadn’t thought he had said that? What had he done? Oh god he was so dead, he was going to die in the bathroom of all places. He fearfully took a step back even as the man had yet to draw his wand he knew to be in the cane in his left hand.
“I don't....I don't know what you're talking about,” he lied weakly.
“I don't take kindly to liars Mr. Potter, tread carefully now,” Lucius told him as his eyes flashed.
Harry swallowed audibly as he took another step back away from the man. His eyes flicked to the door and back to the man, wondering what his chances were with making a run for it.
“It has a complex locking charm, but by all means do try, if you so choose too,” the aristocrat said in a cold tone, that spoke much more then his words ever did.
“What...what are you gonna do to me?” Harry whispered out. He hadn’t gone for his wand because his common sense was telling him that would not be in his best interest and he had no desire to get cursed by this man.
“That depends, are you going to be honest?” Lucius drawled, now they were getting somewhere.
“Yes sir,” Harry stated in hushed tone. He wanted his dad, he didn’t know how to call him either.
“Now, why did you call me Uncle Lucius? Where did you hear that term? And what made you think you of all people could call me that?” Lucius said barely able to keep his composure as he hissed out the boy. How dare the child mock his title that his nephew had given him!
Harry hunched into himself with every question, and by the time Lucius was done, his chin was resting on his chest and he was staring at the ground. He could feel the man's gaze on him and he knew he had to answer but he didn’t want to get cursed if the man didn’t like his answer. Not to mention he would be putting his father in danger. He shook his head tearfully, but he would not cry. He could hear the man patiently waiting for his answer, and he wasnt sure how much patience the man had and he did not want to test that. He worried his teeth between his lips as he thought of how he could answer those questions without giving anything away. He absently pulled the small pocket watch necklace that he had gotten for Christmas. It was a present that he wore often enough because it made him feel like he was loved.
The amulet from his father he only wore when he was in his Emery persona, but this one was different and it meant much more. It was a gift from the man across from him, and it had the Malfoy crest on the back of it along with the words 'family protects their own'. His father had placed a glamour on it so anyone else would see just a normal pocket watch, when he had seen how attached Harry was to it. But to those who knew what was on it they would see it how it usually was. He was deep into his thoughts that he was startled when he heard the sharp intake of breath.
“Where did you get that?” Lucius breathed out carefully.
Lucius could swear his eyes could not be seeing right. He had given that gift to Emery for Christmas, it was more then just a simple pocket watch. When the boy was in trouble it would activate and alert either him or Severus before he would be port keyed away to a safe room in his Manor. The necklace he had given the child was spelled to his magical signature, Draco had one just like it, children were to be protected. The only one who could take it off were either him or Severus. His thoughts however were swirling with this new information.
Harry froze as he looked down at the watch and back up at the man, he could see the man's gray eyes calculating. “For Christmas, it was a present,” Harry sniffled out as he backed even further away.
“A present from who?” Lucius asked tightly, he hadn’t moved from his place at the sink, but he could see the terror in the boy's eyes.
“Just somebody,” Harry said pleadingly.
“From who? Who did you steal that from Potter?” Lucius said finally moving towards the child with his hand up.
“I didn’t steal it, it's mine!” Harry yelled out finally.
“It's not, that has the Malfoy crest on it, I can see it. That belongs to me, I don’t know how you got it, but you will not keep it,” he said darkly. “Give it to me,” he demanded.
Harry couldn't stop the tears at that, and he choked on a sob, trying not to cry. He would be strong. He reached up with shaky fingers to unclasped the chain on the necklace, only it didn’t come off. He hissed out in pain, as the chain seemed to shock him, he tried again only to get the same treatment only worse, it felt hot almost burning. “Oww!” He cried out as he continued to try to get the stupid thing off.
Lucius stilled his motions at that, as he watched the boy getting repeatedly shocked. He knew it hurt, Draco had tried once to get his off and he had to heal the boy's burnt fingers after he hadn’t succeeded. He knew what this meant then, Potter was Emery. But how? He turned to look at the crying boy in front of him, Severus would kill him if he walked and saw this.
“Just stop,” he said his voice gentle, in a tone he had never used on Harry Potter at least not consciously.
“I hafta to get it off, I don’t wanna get in trouble,” Harry wailed out as he continued to try to get it off.
“You can't take it off, It's spelled against you. I know it's yours Harry, I just don’t know how,” Lucius said in a tired voice. As he made his way to the child and physically had to stop him from trying to take the chain off. He was dismayed when the boy flinched, but honestly he should have been expecting that, he had just scared the boy half to death what did he expect?
“I'm sorry, I didn’t take it. Please, please don’t hit me,” Harry sobbed out, no longer trying to hold anything back.
Lucius looked at the child and sighed, before tilting his head to the side. He could see the similarities in the two children. Was Potter honestly a third year because he didn’t look it? He sighed as he bent down to pick up the boy, who he felt immediately stiffen in his arms.
“I'm not going to hurt you,” He promised the boy quietly.
“I don’t believe you,” Harry whispered out sadly.
“Uncles, don’t do that to their nephews,” Lucius murmured.
“Uncle Vernon did, all the time,” Harry admitted tearfully.
Lucius clenched his fists at the thought of the boy's muggle relative hurting him. He had gotten a piece of the puzzle with just that sentence. At least he knew why Severus took him in, and he knew why he hid him too. He sighed sadly, wishing his old friend had of trusted him with them. He rubbed the boy's back, trying to get him to relax.
“He shouldn't have, and I'm sorry for scaring you. I did not know that you and Emery were one in the same,” Lucius murmured.
“Wasn't supposed to tell you, and now you'll hate me,” Harry confessed depressingly.
“I don’t hate you, I'm just confused,” he admitted.
“My Daddy can 'splain it more,” Harry mumbled out as he relaxed in the man's arm. He didn’t feel like he was in danger.
“If he doesn't kill me first,” Lucius said dryly.
“Why would he do that?” Harry asked curiously.
“I caused you to burn your fingers,” he said quietly.
“Oh yeah, I'll just tell him it was my fault,” Harry told him easily.
“No, I wont lie to Severus about this,” Lucius told him before he pulled out his wand to cancel the spells around the bathroom. He went to place a dillusion charm on the child when the bathroom door burst opened, to his surprise there was his son.
“Harry? Did you make it? Did you need help clean—Father!” Draco said his eyes wide as he stood stiffly. He could see Harry in his father's arm and he didn’t have a good feeling. He was scared that much was sure and he didn’t know what to do, not to mention his father was going to be mad that he was talking to Harry Potter. Oh Merlin he was so dead.
“Draco, what are you doing here?” Lucius asked quietly, though he was very much aware why. He wasnt the slightest deaf.
“Uh, Professor Lupin sent me here to check on Har—Potter,” Draco replied fearfully.
“And why would he do that? Where are his Gryffindor friends?” Lucius drawled.
Draco gulped as he started to back out of the room. He had to get his Uncle Severus before his father kidnapped Harry.
“Don't you take one more step Draconis,” Lucius told him warningly.
“Father what are you going to do?” Draco asked sadly, knowing this was it.
“Take him to Severus, we're due for a talk. Judging by your look when you came in here looking for him, I take it you knew that he was Emery,” Lucius said calmly.
“Yes father,” Draco said softly, his eyes on the ground.
“Don't worry about it Draco, go back to class. Tell Lupin, that Harry is with Severus,” Lucius said casting the charm over the child. “I will not harm him, he knows this now,”
Draco nodded slowly, as he walked out the bathroom. He didn’t feel good about leaving Harry to the tender mercies of his father, but his father wouldn't lie to him; at least not about this. Not to mention, his Uncle Severus was bound to be angry if Lucius did something and he wouldn't jeopardize something this important.
After casting a notice me not charm on both the boy and himself, Lucius headed down the the dungeons. He knocked on the man's office door, looking down at the child in his arms to note the boy was nearly asleep. That spoke wonders, the boy had trusted him enough to fall asleep on him. After everything that happened last year and he trusted him? He would need to teach the child a bit about trusting blindly.
“Enter,” Severus drawled from inside. His meeting with Narcissa had gone well and the woman had left about 5 minutes ago, afraid that Lucius would come back early and find her gone and then floo Severus which is where she had been. He shook his head, he had thought her paranoid but she had been right, as Lucius walked through the door. His heart dropped into his stomach as he watched the man drop the charms and he saw his son!
“Harry,” roles be damned, he was out of his chair and in taking the boy from the man in a few seconds. “What's wrong with him? What did you do Lucius?” Severus asked worriedly as he started running a diagnostic charm over his son.
“He's simply sleeping, though his hands are a bit burnt. He tried to take off the necklace,” Lucius replied quietly.
Severus stilled his motions at that as he pulled out his burn cream. “You saw then, you know,” he spoke quietly.
“I know,” Lucius said as he took a seat.
“We will talk in a moment,” he sighed as he got his son's hands healed before he disappeared out of his office and into their quarters where he laid him down to bed. He kissed the boy on his forehead wondering just how this conversation was going to go. Though he had to give it to the child, he had found a way to keep his Uncle Lucius, now he had to see if Lucius would still be sincere. For Harry and Draco's sake he hoped so. |
Hey peoples, it's a bit bittersweet, I finished the very last chapter of it, and it's action packed I think. I feel relief actually...and disbelief, I've been working on this baby since I joined this site. This chapter is over 5000 words so it's alot. It's not truly finished...like I have more ideas for this story but it'll be add on One shots you know? But for the chapters..those are finished..I'm going to be finishing my other story. Thanks for coming along for the wild ride, I enjoyed writing it, I love these characters so much. Anyway, I wont keep you..Enjoy the Last Chapter, and thanks for all the support they meant alot!
Chapter 101
Severus laid Harry down on the couch in their quarters, making sure to slip on a pull up for the child. He set an alarm to alert him him the child was in distress or waking up before he went back into his office. He took a seat, and looked at his old friend carefully.
“What do I need to do, to keep you quiet Lucius?” Severus asked quietly. They were all Slytherins here and he knew that no matter what Lucius while a good friend, tended to look out for only himself. He wanted to know just what he and Harry were up against.
“Nothing, I'm not going to use this against you. I took an oath if you recall, I have no desire to serve the Dark Lord when he returns once more. I'm not going to hurt Emery,” He told him seriously.
Severus nodded slowly. “I need another oath,” he told him tightly.
“I know, and you'll get it. Just not right now, I need to process this. I need to understand why you hid it from me. I've been looking through ministry files trying to make sure that the little boy stays with you and he's been with you all along,” he stated bitterly. He remembered the helplessness feeling of telling his nephew that he had found no way for him to stay with his father. He was a Malfoy and that had been a completely new feeling to him and he hadn't liked it.
Severus knew that was all he was getting from the man now and he sighed but there was really nothing he could do, short of obliviating Lucius and Merlin he didn’t want to even go there.
“I also need to know something else. How long Draco known?” He asked dryly, a bit peeved that his son had known before him.
“Draco knows?” Severus asked barely able to hide his shock from the man. When had Harry told the boy? Merlin, first Narcissa, then Draco and now Lucius, didn’t Harry grasp the meaning of a secret?
“He does, he burst into the toilet looking for him, and saw him. No doubt now, as soon as class is over he will be running down here to warn you that I've taken Emery. You should have seen the look he gave me. You would have thought I was taking him to the Dark Lord, my own son,” he sighed with a shake of his head.
“Well, if we're being honest your track record isn't the best. Even Draco knows that,” Severus said truthfully.
Lucius had to smile ruefully as it had been true, but leave it to Draco and now Severus to have no such tact when it came to such things.
“Since Draco and I both know, would it be okay, if I told Cissy?” Lucius asked him quietly.
Severus scoffed at that and gave a light chuckle. “She's known since my birthday dinner, Harry told her when we were arguing,” he grinned.
“Wow, that's not good. No it's fine that she knows, but Emery needs to learn the meaning of a secret,” Lucius muttered dryly.
“Why do you keep calling him Emery, especially as you now know the truth?” Severus asked curiously.
“It doesn't mean much to you, but to I and the child the name is significant. It was the name I was introduced as your son, and it's the name he identifies as being someone I like. As we all know I disliked the Potter family, and him by association. Emery while he may be Harry Potter, he's not. He's different and I think you too, can see the difference, one is more childlike and the other is a front to see be what everyone else want's him to be,” Lucius explained as he stood up. He had to get home and talk with his wife and discuss his findings today.
“I'll floo you tonight,” Severus said thoughtfully as the man's explanation had shook him a bit. He too had noticed the differences between his son when he was one persona and then the other. That would explain a bit more on just why he didn’t want to part with Emery. He would have to talk to the child when they got some time. He nodded and stood up, watching as Lucius flooed home. Well he had a lot to think about.
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Harry was excited, the end of the year had come up pretty fast and he was very excited for his 3rd year to be over. Tt was now the end of May and leading into June, the school year was just about over and he was definitely ready for this summer. He noted with great relief that Sirius Black didn’t seem to be gunning for him anymore. That was weird in itself as Harry hadn't heard any more in the paper or by word of mouth that Black was trying to get him. He was just trying to settle down, and he loved the fact that Paddy hadn't belonged to anyone so now he was his. Which worked out as Snape had even tolerated the dog now, it helped that Paddy didn’t seem to growl at him anymore.
At the moment he was sitting in the common room with Ron, it was empty for the moment, being just after dinner and they were taking advantage of it. They were currently looking at the map wanting to see what Ron's brother's were up too. He hadn't had a chance to really look at the map at all that year as every time he went to grab it Paddy would growl at it so Harry didn’t want to get it ripped to shreds. But now that the dog was roaming the castle he felt relatively safe.
“What are they doing near the entrance doors, they know curfew is in effect since the Dementors are still here,” Ron muttered to himself as he got up with Scabbers in his hands.
Harry sighed as he followed suit, he didn’t want to get into any trouble. If Snape caught wind of this, or Merlin forbid Draco he was a dead man walking. Harry had thought Ron could be over protective, well the blonde Slytherin took the cake there. He followed his friend out the tower and headed down towards the entrance hall. As they made their way there, Harry got a chilling feeling in his stomach, along with a familiar pressure in his lower stomach. It also didn’t help that it was full moon, what if they're were werewolves out here?
“We should go back, I don’t like this,” he whispered out to Ron.
“Relax Harry, it's just the twins trying to scare us,” Ron told him as they hurried towards the doors.
“Let's hurry though Ron okay? I hafta use the toilet,” Harry told him quietly. He had gotten quiet good at speaking up about his need, especially when he was with his friends. He was definitely more confident about that then he had been at the beginning of the year.
“We won't take long,” Ron promised him, not really planning on staying outside long. He was just curious to see what his brothers were doing.
Once they got them open, they looked around curiously, it definitely looked later then it really was and Harry was starting to get freaked out. And he noticed that Ron felt the same, if the look on his face was anything to go by. At least he thought that was the reason until he heard a loud angry growl behind him, that had him frozen in place.
“What bloody hell? Harry isn't that your dog?” Ron whispered out fearfully as he pointed somewhere behind his friend.
“Where?” Harry asked softly. “Paddy, would never bark at us like that,” he replied horrified as he slowly turned around. He watched the dog snap his jaws, a low growl escaping the animal, though he knew better to run. He could see the collar that he had gotten for the dog, gleaming proudly in the the light.
“He's gone Rogue!” Ron screamed, trying to push his friend behind him, as Harry was trying to move towards the dog.
“No Paddy would never hurt me,” Harry pleaded, even as his eyes told him that they weren't lying to him and this was really his grim looking dog ready to attack them.
“Well he looks mad, oh where's Snape when you need him,” Ron muttered out before the dog got into a crouch.
“No Paddy!” Harry screamed, and covered his face as the dog jumped at them. His whole body trembled from the horrific fear he was feeling, but the animal brushed right passed him and went for Ron. He watched wearily as his dog attacked his friend, biting his leg and dragging him away. “Ron!” He screamed.
“Get help! Help me!” Ron yelled out, afraid for his very life as he was dragged away by the dog.
Harry was besides himself, looking around crazily for anybody. He found himself screaming in fear when he turned around a second time as someone had grabbed him. He found it to be Draco, and he launched himself at the boy, babbling incoherently through his sobs.
“Harry, Harry, what's the matter? What happened? What's wrong?” Draco asked frantically. He was thanking Merlin that he had decided to follow Weasel and Harry when he did. He had watched Paddy attack the Weasel and he knew that Harry would go after them.
“Draco we hafta save Ron! Paddy just attacked him, I don’t know what happened!” He cried, for how he was feeling and how helpless he felt, and how it seemed he failed Ron.
Draco winced as the boy cried into into his chest but they were wasting time, standing there and doing nothing. “Get yourself together Potter,” he snapped out harshly in a tone that he hadn't used with Harry in a long time. He was rewarded when the boy flinched back from him as if remembering what he was doing. He frowned, knowing he would definitely be in trouble for that later but he didn’t care right now. This was serious, and he could always apologize later.
“Sorry Malfoy, I don’t know what came over me,” Harry replied stiffly, blinking rapidly, trying to control his tears. What had he been thinking of course Draco didn’t care about Ron? And here he was blubbering all over the boy, he had let his emotions get the better of him, well never again. He wasn’t Emery right now and when he was, Draco didn’t truly care for him anymore anyway. At least that's what he was telling himself.
“Gods Harry, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I need you to calm down, so we can figure out how we're going to get Weasely back,” Draco told him firmly but his voice was gentler this time.
Harry wished with all of his heart that Hermione was here, and not Draco. She would never make fun of him like this, he shook his head, he didn’t want to go anywhere with the Slytherin boy anymore; ever.
“Just go get help, I'll wait right here, I don’t know where they went,” Harry gulped out tearfully. He was lying slightly, but Draco couldn’t know, not after that. He brushed his tears away angrily as he stared at the ground, lest his eyes give him away.
Draco nodded, not truly believing the boy but he took off to get his head of house, he would know what to do. As he ran, he passed Granger on the way, but he didn’t have time to think about her, knowing she would probably be able to get Harry to calm down.
Harry allowed himself to cry a bit more when Draco ran away, but he hastily brushed his tears away when he saw Hermione running towards him.
“What happened Harry?” Hermione panted out when she reached him, she had been chasing them since they left the tower. She had called for them, but apparently they hadn't heard her.
“Paddy went rogue I think, and he dragged Ron out here, and towards the Whomping Willow,” Harry replied sadly.
“Why are you crying?” Hermione asked quietly as she took in his appearance. She was a bit more worried now.
“I'm not okay! I'm just worried about Ron, and you weren't there, and stupid Malfoy was; and he was making fun of me!” Harry exclaimed out as he wiped his face as more tears had escaped during his tirade.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione soothed, before she took his hand, squeezing it slightly to comfort him a bit.
That could all be dealt with later, as they had a friend to save. And they headed towards the tree as a run, seeing Ron disappear into what looked like the base of the tree. They looked at each other unsure of how they were going to do this.
Inside the the Willow, or better yet the shrieking Shack, Sirius had transformed and had stolen Ron's wand. He knew that Peter was in the boy's pocket, but he was staying silent, not wanting to do anything or say anything for that matter before Remus got here. He simply took the wand and tried to cover up all the exits that a rat might be able to fit into. He was ignoring Ron, who was staring at him on the bed, in fright. He hadn't meant to scare him or his godson but he saw his chance and he took it.
He stiffened as he heard some footsteps coming towards the room, and he turned and hid behind the door as he opened, and in ran his godson and Hermione.
Harry ran for his friend, looking at his leg in horror. “I'm sorry Ron, I didn’t know Paddy would do that. I don’t know why he bit you,” he started off before he noticed his friend was pointing to behind them.
“He's not a dog,” he whimpered out in his fear. “He's Sirius Black!”
Harry turned around and gasped, his wand immediately coming out, as he pointed it at the adult. He swallowed heavily, feeling terrified at this point for all of them, but he knew who Black wanted and it wasn’t Ron or Hermione.
“Just let my friends go, and you can do whatever you want with me,” he said bravely, but inside his heart pounded fast into his chest. He swear it was going to pound right out of it, not to mention that he hadn't forgotten his urgent need. He didn’t want to die.
“I don’t want you Harry, we need to talk. But right now, I'm more interested in him,” Sirius told him as he pointed the wand at Ron.
“Ron didn’t do anything to you!” Harry shouted out angrily, wasn't it him he wanted?
“Not him, the rat,” Sirius stated impatiently, looking over as the door burst opened a second time to reveal Remus.
“Sirius, I trust you found him?” Remus asked him calmly, ignoring the children for a moment as he looked at his friend.
“Remus? You can't do this, Dad trusted you!” Harry screamed as he realized that his DADA teacher wasn’t on their side.
Remus sighed, this wasn’t what he was trying to do. “I can explain Harry,” he said before he waved his wand. “Expelliarmus!” The last thing he needed was to get stunned by the child before he explained everything.
Harry's wand went flying and he stared at the man in fear as he was rendered defenseless. He shifted back on his feet as he moved with Hermione towards the wall.
“How could you do this?!” Harry shouted out, hell if he was going to die, he wanted some answers.
“Because he's a werewolf!” Hermione suddenly shouted out as she glared at him. This was incomprehensible to her, as teachers just didn’t turn on their students right?
Ron and Harry were looking between their Professor and Hermione in horror. It was silence for a few moment before Ron was the first one to speak.
“What the hell does that have to do with him turning on us Hermione?” Ron asked quietly but everyone heard him.
“He's working with Sirius Black, and werewolves are evil,” Hermione said softly.
“Not all of them, I have an Uncle who was bitten by one. He's not evil, he's just turns into a dangerous creature once a month,” Ron replied with a shake of his head. “Professor Lupin, is not evil because he's a werewolf, what's evil about him is that he's helping the guy who help murder Harry's parents!”
Harry was shuddering by the wall, this was too much for him to taken in and he just wanted Snape. Why the hell did this always happen to him? Why had they ventured outside? He swallowed fearfully as the adults conversed to themselves, and shook a bit more as he realized they still had his wand.
“Don't hurt us please,” Harry whispered out, the fight in him gone, as he couldn't defend himself now.
“Merlin, we're not going to hurt any of you. The other day Harry, you mentioned on the map that you saw the name Peter Pettigrew,” Sirius started off.
“I know, but Peter Pettigrew is dead,” Hermione rushed out.
“He's not, he was shown on the map,” Remus interjected.
“Maybe the map was lying?” Harry asked timidly.
“The map never lies!” Sirius yelled out, effectively scaring the children in the room with them.
Harry jumped back in fear as he found himself pushed behind Hermione, he was supposed to protect her. “Mione what are you doing?” He asked her softly.
“You're frightened and more important at the moment. Besides you have no wand,” Hermione murmured out truthfully.
Harry made to argue before he turned over to look at Sirius and Remus who had advanced on Ron who was now holding out a scared Scabbers. He watched as the minute he set the rat down, it tried to flee. Their wands tried to get him, and missed but just when the rat ran underneath the table, they hit him and made him transform. He watched all of this with wide eyes, squirming urgently from where he was behind Hermione.
“Remus, Sirius my old friends,” Peter said as soon as he was transformed.
“You're no friend of ours,” Remus spat out angrily as he glared at his ex-friend.
Harry was watching them interrogate the man, his dancing getting quite frantic in the corner, but he didn’t want to draw any attention to him. So Sirius Black hadn't decided to kill him now, but that could change right?
“Harry? What's the matter? Are you okay?” Hermione asked him in concern as she turned to look at her friend. She could feel him bouncing behind her, especially as he had bumped her a couple of times and she was curious to know why. Was something wrong with him too?
“Nothing Mione I'm fine,” Harry mumbled out miserably, as he crossed and recrossed his legs. He was trying to find a position that would take the pressure off his bladder but it was hard given the little space he had pressed up against the wall in the corner.
Ron was staring at his friend in disbelief as he watched all of this. “Harry please don’t tell me that you have to do what I think you have to do,” he whispered out as he also become aware of his friends movement.
Harry stared at Ron silently, neither denying nor agreeing. He figured it would be best not to say anything as he didn’t want his friend to get mad at him too like Draco had done.
Ron looked at him attentively. “Are you just dancing for lack of something better to do or do you have to use the toilet Harry?” He asked bluntly, very much aware of Hermione's blush but he had no time for that. They had to figure this out.
“Yes I have to go Ron. I had to go before we left the castle, I told you that,” Harry stressed out to his friend in a defensive tone. This was NOT his fault, he would not be blamed for this. He had told Ron, he just hadn't listened to him. Not to mention where in the hell was Draco?
“Oh yeah, sorry mate,” Ron said with a wince before he gave his friend and apologetic look.
Harry whined softly as he jumped up around, the stupid apology doing nothing to aid him at the moment. He groaned and soon his wiggling intensified, and he was no longer paying attention to the men on the other side of the room.
It was Sirius who had noticed it first, having become very adapt at spotting his godson's potty dances when he had been a dog. And he found himself groaning as well but for a different reason and hefelt Remus stiffened next to him.
“What's the matter Padfoot?” Remus called never taking his eyes off of Peter before nodding to himself. “Incarcerous,” he stated calmly, as the man on the floor was bound in robes before stunning him once more for good measure.
“It's Harry, I tell you the kid has horrible timing,” Sirius stated. He was agitated at the whole situation now.
“What's the matter with him?” Remus asked, as he calmly continued to watch Peter. He wasn’t sure if the spell would stop him from transforming so for the time being he was watching Peter and not Harry. He was taking no chances.
“He's gotta wee, he's really working himself into a state,” Sirius replied with a sigh as he turned to face the children. His godson looked to be besides himself at the moment and seemed to be getting worse as the minutes ticked by.
Harry gasped softly, as he was suddenly forced to hold himself lest he lose control as he paced around in a desperate potty dance circle. “I want my daddy!” He whined out anxiously, wanting to be anywhere but where he was right now. He couldn’t stay by the wall forever, sooner rather then later he was going to wet himself.
Sirius sighed, but he had enough. He was not going to let Harry pee himself, that would win no points with Snape when this all ended. “Harry, could you come here please?” He requested.
“Please don’t hurt me Mr. Black!” Harry cried out as he jumped around in place. “I'll do anything you want me too, please!”
“Harry, Harry, Harry, I'm not going to hurt you kiddo,” Sirius told him gently, ignoring his title for the moment. He had more important things to worry about then what Harry called him.
“Then what do you want with me?” Harry asked tearfully as he bent at the waist in his desperation. He was trying everything he could to relieve a bit of the pressure in his bladder without peeing himself.
“I need you to come with me before you have an accident and Snape kills me,” Sirius told him reaching for the boy.
“I don’t...I don’t know what you're talking about,” Harry whispered out, ignoring the small voice in his mind that said he didn’t have time to deny this right now .
“Harry I can see your bloody dance. I have familiarized myself with it having lived with you since Christmas,” Sirius told him seriously. “I didn’t betray Lily and James Potter, Peter did and as soon as someone finds us, he will talk. But until them, come on and let's go take of your problem,” he said as he grabbed his godson by the shoulder and led him out of the room.
Harry gulped nervously but he couldn’t deny that his need wasn’t urgent. “Where will I go? Is there a toilet down here?” He asked the man hurriedly as he followed him.
“No there isn't, but there's a small room that will fit it's purpose,” Sirius told him as he led him into the room.
Harry looked around warily before looking back at the man. “You want me to go on the floor?” He whispered out horrified at that. One just didn’t pee on the floor like they were animals, it was much to reminiscent of him being locked in his cupboard with only a bucket for relief.
Sirius shook his head, of course Harry would be against that, so he wasn’t at all surprise. No what had him pausing was the fearful look on the child's face. “No, give me a moment,” he said as he pointed the borrowed wand at one of the chairs near the wall and transfigured it into a toilet. It was bascially a replica toilet, and it wouldn't flush but it would serve it's purpose.
“Thank you,” Harry told him gratefully as he rushed over to the toilet. He stopped in front of it, pulling his robe up, and trying to get his buckle off. But he had waited much too long and he had entered the land of no return and Snape was nowhere in in sight, Ron wasn't even near him anymore.
“You have a problem there kiddo?” Sirius asked curiously, but he didn’t move from his place by the door.
“I can't get my trousers undone, I need my dad!” Harry told the man desperately as he paced in front of the toilet. “Or I need Professor Lupin!” He told the man seriously, he honestly didn't care that the man turned into a werewolf. At least somethings made sense on what his father and the Professor had been saying when they thought he wasn't paying attention.
Sirius nodded but instead of going to get Remus he made his way to the boy. He knew that if he switched places with Remus, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing Peter. And that wouldn't get him his freedom, not to mention it would scar the two other children in the room with him. And he knew he couldn’t have that, if he wanted to be in Harry's life, and he did.
“I can help you with that kiddo,” he offered as he stopped next to the child.
“And you're not going to hurt me right? You're not going to hit me in my privates when I turn to let you help me? Or try to touch me inappropriately?” Harry asked warily. After all he didn’t know Sirius Black and for all he knew the man could be a creeper or something.
“Hell no, why would I do that? What do take me for, a bloody pervert?” Sirius asked, appalled at the whole situation as he got his godson's pants undone, and pulled them down for him before he stepped back..
“No, but I wanted to be sure,” Harry breathed out loudly, as he quickly turned to face the bowl. He was all set to go when he heard a dangerous silky voice in the room he had just left and he knew it could only be one person. “Dad!” He called out, unable to go anywhere as his stream as just started. He was however rewarded when he heard footsteps coming into the room.
Severus burst into the room, with his wand raised and Draco in tow, looking frightened and relieved at seeing him. “Harry are you okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the position he found his son in. Honestly, he had not expected to find his son doing this, while Paddy laid on the floor near him.
“I'm okay, I just had to pee,” Harry replied with a shrug as tried to hurry up his stream. “Did you see Peter Pettigrew in the next room on the floor?” He asked the man.
“I did, I sent my Patronus to Albus to inform him of the fact, but Lupin seems to have it all under control. I'm only surprised that Black isn't here,” Severus muttered out truthfully.
“Daddy, he is here,” Harry told the man seriously.
“Where is he?” He asked tensedly.
“In here wiff us,” Harry replied softly as he turned to look at the dog.
“No way in hell,” Severus said completely unlike himself as he followed his son's gaze to their dog. He watched with wide eyes as the the dog transformed to the person he never expected to see. “Black,” he hissed out, but it was more shock then anything else.
“Hey Snape,” Sirius said as she shook out his hair and looked at the flabbergasted man whose wand while still in his hand wasn't pointing at him like he had thought it would have been.
“You've been living in our house for months and you didn’t hurt us. Why?” Severus asked tightly.
Sirius sighed. “I'm not going to hurt my godson and he told me early on that if I bit you he wouldn't be able to keep me,”
Severus wheeled his eyes to Harry. “You knew he was Sirius Black?” He asked out dangerously.
“No daddy, I didn’t. I only found out today, honest!” Harry said as he zipped up, his eyes wide he was so not trying to get into trouble. Especially when it was so close to summer.
“I meant as a dog Snape. We need to talk, but not right now. We have to go, it's still the full moon and I don’t know if Moony took his potion,” Sirius replied seriously.
“He did, I made sure of it, but you're right. Let's go,” Severus said tightly as he picked up his son and ushered Draco back out of the room.
“Merlin, you don’t have to carry him everywhere. He can walk,” Draco muttered out.
“You sound jealous, little Malfoy,” Sirius said in a teasing tone.
Draco pouted but said nothing to his cousin, he wasn't about to go there. Besides that was his mother's favorite cousin and he anticipated seeing the man once he was freed and he didn’t want to start anything off on a bad note.
Harry giggled as watched Sirius pick up Ron, and apologize for biting his leg so hard. He grinned happily as Remus with a floating and stunned and tied up Pettigrew as they all trooped out the Whomping Willow. He hugged his father tightly as they all headed up to the Castle, feeling the happiest he had ever felt. He couldn't wait for this summer, excited to see what it had in store for him. He had a father, a cousin who wouldn't beat him up, and Aunt and 2 Uncles that wouldn't hurt him, not to mention his best friends, new and old. And now he had a Godfather to top it all off, his family was complete and he had never been more happier. He sighed happily, and emjoyed the ride back to the castle, breathing out a breath he hadn't known he was even holding. It was all over, finally.
The End |
Guys it's me again, Guess what a new update to SWS. I did say keep an eye out for these one shots. I really love this story I wrote it in an hour an a half so I hope you guys like it too. I'm so not done with the SWS universe, got some stuff planned, so I hope you guys will like it too.
SWS One Shot Part l
Harry got onto the Hogwarts Express with a grin on his face, he had never been happier then he currently was now. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed and how fast it had all come together. After the night under the Whomping Willow, he hadn’t been sure what was going to happen. His father had been angry at everything especially the fact that Sirius Black, his godfather was innocent. He shook his head in amusement as he remembered that meeting in the Headmaster’s office.
*Flashback*
Harry was sighing loudly, didn’t his father think he could walk. He was borderline embarrassed actually that he was resting on his father’s hip but if it made the man calmer he would suck it up. Besides he knew that he wasn’t the only one who was being carried. Sirius was currently carrying Ron and he knew it was because of the bite so it could be worse all things considering.
“Dad, where are we going?”Harry asked quietly.
“To see the Headmaster, he’ll know what to do,” Severus said tightly as he made sure that both Draco and Hermione were keeping up.
“Is Sirius going to have to go back to jail?” Harry asked worriedly.
“No, he will not, we have Peter Pettigrew and that will set the ball rolling,” Severus promised him.
“Okay,” Harry had replied before he quieted again.
The walk to the Headmaster’s office felt like it took ages and Harry was so afraid that something was going to happen to let Peter go free and he didn’t want that. He was trying really hard not to think on the fact that his godfather technically was supposed to be his guardian. Just what did that mean for him and his daddy? He didn’t want to think on it, not wanting to get himself worked up over it.
Severus hissed out the emergency pass code that every teacher had and the guardian in front of the Headmaster’s office opened without a second thought. They all hurried up the steps, just wanting this to be over with. He gave a respectful knock before he let them all into the office.
“Good evening Albus, we have a problem,” was the first thing Severus said before he set Harry on his feet and nodded to him and the Hermione and Draco to go take a seat on the couch there.
Albus sat up from his chair, his blue eyes changing from confusion to suspicion as he caught sight of the man behind his potion’s master. He could see that the man in question had a student in his arms, and he wasn’t sure why that was. No matter, the old man still kept his hand on his wand.
Severus saw the move and winced, he had warned the man he was coming with his patronus but maybe he should have specified just who he was coming with.
“Tonight the children uncovered something very peculiar, that I myself find it hard to believe and I was there for it,” Severus started off carefully.
“What happened?” Albus asked quietly.
“My godfather is innocent Grandpa Albus!” Harry burst out unable to keep his silence any longer.
Albus turned his gaze to the child in disbelief. “Impossible,” he breathed out.
“No it’s not, it’s the truth. We caught Peter Pettigrew; he’s got the mark on his arm. We know the truth,” Harry told him seriously.
“Harry allow me to explain, you can’t just throw things on people like that,” Severus stated tiredly as he took a seat.
“No it’s fine Severus; just maybe explain a bit more on this catching Pettigrew bit. Where is Peter?” Albus asked tightly.
“Stunned and in a cage,” Draco chirped out cheerfully.
At this Severus and Sirius turned to face the blonde hair boy. “What?” Sirius asked in confusion.
“Well when Uncle Severus went to find you and Harry, Professor Lupin said that um the change was coming soon and he needed to make sure that Peter was secure. But you guys came back and we started walking towards the castle really fast. And then Professor Lupin suddenly ran away and the floating spell wore off since he left and I didn’t know what to do!” Draco said working himself into a state at the identical gazes that were suddenly on him.
Hermione sighed before she shook her head. “Well Sirius and Professor Snape were walking pretty fast and Peter transformed into a rat and so I stunned him and then Draco made a cage and we stuck him in it,” Hermione finished up with a blush on her face.
“What?” Sirius gasped out as he turned around just now aware that Remus wasn’t behind them like he had been before.
Severus was staring at his two students with a look of shock and bit of pride on his face. This could have all gone bad very fast had the two
“Marvelous children,” Albus said breaking the silence that was in the office over the children’s words.
Harry was staring between both of his friends happily. “Thanks guys,” he said sincerely.
“Yeah Harry, it’s fine,” Draco said a bit embarrassedly at the praise they were currently getting. He set the cage on the man’s desk, catching Harry’s gaze and trying to give the boy a smile.
“Call the Aurors Albus,” Severus added a moment later. “And Amelia Bones,”
“Isn’t that Susan’s Aunt?” Harry asked in confusion. “Why are you flooing her?”
“She’s a very important person at the Ministry, and unlike Fudge she cannot be bought,” Severus explained to him truthfully.
“What do you mean bought?” Harry asked carefully.
Here the adults in the office all shared a look, their eyes flickering from Draco back to Harry as they contemplated this answer.
Draco wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing, and only gave an uncomfortable shrug. “My father buys him off,” he said with a frown.
“Uncle Lucius really does that?” Harry asked with a gasp.
“Yeah he does, and Harry don’t ask him about this,” Draco pleaded out.
“I’m not, he doesn’t even like me any more anyway,” Harry said with an uncaring shrug as if it didn’t matter to him.
“Yes he does,” Draco protested.
“No he doesn’t and it’s fine, I don’t care,” Harry said quickly before he covered his hands with his ears to let the boy know the conversation was over.
“You’re being childish Harry,” Draco grumbled out before he gave a sigh of his own and soon quieted.
“Can I go to the infirmary now?” Ron asked quietly, when the silence started to become a bit increasingly uncomfortable.
“Of course, you can floo there. I think it would be best if Sirius and the children go with you,” Severus said.
“We don’t want them to jump to the wrong conclusions if they see Sirius here before the evidence is shown; Albus explained when the man went to protest.
“Fine, just keep me informed of the situation and maybe send a patronus to Poppy, I don’t want her to get a heart attack over seeing me,” Sirius said with a frown.
Albus nodded taking that moment to do just that, and a few minutes later the children and Sirius all flooed to the infirmary.
*End Flashback*
Harry was giggling happily as he got onto the train, waving by to Hagrid and his daddy. He knew that his father would also be waiting at the train station to pick him up; he hoped his godfather would be there as well. He couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in his chest. He had family! He gasped once more as he realized something his Aunt Cissa would be there; he only hoped that his Uncle Lucius would accept him this time. He shook the thought away as he made his way to a compartment.
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Severus waved bye to the child, knowing he had the whole day to finish up with his end of the year work and figure out what they would be doing for the summer. As the train rode out of sight he started walking back up to the castle, remembering that moment in the office when he had thought he was going to lose it all.
*Flashback*
Once the office was cleared Albus turned to face his Potion’s Master. The man had a peculiar expression on his face and it didn’t take him but a moment to figure out why that was.
“Severus, you have nothing to worry about,” Albus told the man at once knowing he was going to work himself into a panic.
“Black is innocent Albus, he’s going to fight for custody of Harry. And he’s going to win,” Severus bit out anxiously.
“You don’t know that, Sirius can be reasoned with,” Albus said soothingly.
“You don’t know Black how I do, he knows how much Harry means to me. This is the perfect prank he could ever do, he won’t let this go,” Severus said tightly. “I’m gonna lose my child,” he whispered out brokenly to himself.
“No you are not,” Albus said firmly wishing that tonight wasn’t the full moon. He knew that Sirius would have contacted Remus and told him of his plans and he knew that the Gryffindor would be able to help the Slytherin see that all was well. Until tomorrow Albus knew that Severus’s fears could not be abated.
“Albus, what do I do?” Severus asked as he started pacing around the office as if the old man hadn’t even spoken.
“First you are gonna drink some tea, and then I’m going to floo Alastor and Amelia and after we will be discussing this,” the old man promised him.
Severus gave nod, truthfully he wasn’t paying he old man any mind. He took a seat in the chair, trying not to panic. He didn’t know what he would do if Harry was taken away from him.
*End Flashback*
Severus knew that while the trial for Pettigrew had gone off with a hitch, they had wanted to wait on giving him the kiss as Sirius had protested that Remus would want to be a part of this. This only meant that Harry would try to come and he would be damned if his child had nightmares of that. He shook the thought away, he currently had other things to be worried about. Nothing had been said regarding his guardianship of his son, but he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Black was currently going to St. Mungo’s daily to be seen by a mind healer and so the man had been too busy to try for custody but Severus knew it was only a matter of time. Could he even fight this when Black was the chosen guardian from Harry’s parents? He was also wrongfully convicted and he knew that Fudge would do anything to get the Black heir on his side. He knew it was only a matter of time and for maybe the 5th time in his life; he was frightened to his very core. He weighed his options wondering if Lucius would be of help, if Lucius would even help him.
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Back on the Hogwarts express Harry was currently in a compartment with Ron and Hermione, Draco and Theodore. The way they all sat made Harry feel like he had to choose which was why he was currently on the floor between both the rows so he was essentionally in the middle of them all. The trolley lady had come and gone and there was an assortment of snacks and drinks all over their compartment. They had all bought a lot and nothing was said about the fact that Ron hadn’t paid for nothing.
“What are you looking forward most this summer Harry?” Hermione asked curiously.
“I don’t know Dad hasn’t said what we’re gonna do this summer. I hope Sirius can come too,” Harry added cheerfully.
“How does it even work out? Sirius is supposed to be your guardian,” Ron said slowly. “How does Snape still have you?”
Harry gave a small shrug. “I don’t know and I don’t care; I wanna live with my daddy anyway. I don’t know Sirius yet,” he said slowly.
“Don’t start Weasely,” Draco stated warningly.
Ron put his hands up in a universal gesture that let them know he was stopping there. “I was only asking,” he muttered.
“No one’s gonna take you away Harry, don’t even think that,” Theo replied as he caught the look on the Gryffindor’s face.
Ron winced seeming to realize his mistake. “Nothing’s gonna happen, it was only me being stupid,” he added.
Harry nodded but he wasn’t so sure, what if his godfather said that he had to live with him now? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, no he knew at this point in time he didn’t want to give up living with his dad. He wanted to go back to his room and all his toys. He squirmed in place for a moment as he tried to think this through. He didn’t realize it but his bladder was trying to alert him that it was time to be emptied. All he could think about was being ‘stolen’ away from his home and he didn’t want that.
“Harry mate, you wanna go to the toilet?” Draco asked after a few minutes of non-stop fidgeting from the small boy.
“No I want my daddy,” Harry replied with a frown as he pulled his knees up to his chest in self comfort.
Draco gave Ron a dirty look, and he noted the other boy had the good sense to nod and make his own face at his mistake. Well at least he was owning up too it, why in the world had the boy asked. True, Draco had been curious as well, only he knew to ask his father when he got home not to directly ask Harry. That was stupidity at its finest.
“We will see him in a few hours, but in the mean time how bout visiting that loo?” Theodore stated casually.
“I don’t wanna,” Harry said softly as he buried his face into his knees. He wasn’t crying yet, he was just worrying himself to tears it seemed.
Hermione looked up from where she had been digging into her book bag for a book. She looked around the cabin at the boys before her eyes landed on her friend before she made eye contact with the Slytherins.
“Is no one else aware that he’s regressing?” She asked after a moment.
Draco rolled his eyes at the girl’s question. “We’re not stupid, we’re well aware of that,” he snapped out in irritation. Her stupid statements constantly pissed him off.
“Shut up Malfoy,” Ron replied automatically before he turned to look at Hermione. “What do you mean regressing?” He asked in confusion.
“Like emotionally he’s younger than us right now, it’s fascinating. I’ve never see this before, I’ve read about it,” Hermione said her eyes bright in her excitement.
Ron frowned before shaking his head, so that was the word for it. Malfoy had point; Hermione need not say everything she was thinking. “It’ll pass; he’s just trying to cope with what I’ve said,”
Theo sighed taking that moment to bend down so he was almost eye level to his friend on the floor. “Harry, look up buddy,” he said softly.
Harry sniffled as he looked up at his friend. “What?” He asked sadly as he wiggled in place.
“No one is taking you away from your daddy,” Theodore promised him.
“Yeah, Uncle Lucius would never let that happen. I know you think he doesn’t like you, but that’s just not true,” Draco promised him firmly.
“But Ron said that Sirius was supposed to be my guardian,” Harry mumbled out.
“And I was stupid; I need to get my facts together. No one is going to take you away from Snape, they would be stupid if they tried,” Ron said soothingly.
Harry gave a nod not sure if he truly believed it, but he had faith in Draco that his father would be able to make everything better. He had remembered that Uncle Lucius could buy the Minister off.
“Okay, now that’s settled, can we head to the toilet now Harry?” Theodore asked after a couple minutes had passed.
“I don’t gotta go,” Harry said with a pout.
Theodore gave the boy a look of disbelief before he shook his head. They had a lot of time, he knew it would only be a matter of moments before Harry changed his words and they just needed to be ready.
“Alright,” he said lightly.
Ron was about to say something when he saw the Slytherin’s look and sighed. “Oh yeah, let him figure it out himself,” he grumbled. He shook his head before he got out his Chess set, knowing that one of the Slytherins would be up for a match.
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To the surprise of his companions Harry didn’t get up to use the toilet, the entire time they were on the train. Theodore just shook his head, feeling that maybe they had indeed overreacted but he had been so sure he knew what Harry’s potty dance looked like. As the train pulled into Kings cross they all stood up and stretched making sure they had all their things before leaving out of the compartment.
As soon as Harry stood up, he had to forcibly will his body not to squirm. He had been stubborn at first when Theo had told him to go to the toilet, and then later he had just ignored his body. Now he was starting to regret not going but they were all getting off the train.
He wasn’t even the last one out of their compartment and he knew if he stopped he would hold up the kids behind him. Keeping mum on his situation he stated nothing as he followed his friends out of the train and onto the platform.
“I’m gonna go find my parents,” Hermione told them as she turned and headed into the crowd.
“Me too, but I’ll be back,” Theodore stated as he headed in the direction of where his parents usually picked him up.
“There’s no point in me moving, I know mum is by Uncle Severus,” Ron murmured out.
Draco turned to give the boy a look of disbelief. “What do you mean Uncle Severus? He’s not your Uncle,” he sputtered out.
Ron shrugged. “That’s what we call him, Harry calls my parents his Aunt and Uncle,” he told him truthfully.
“Oh my Merlin,” Draco moaned out as he stared at the Gryffindor in question.
“What’s wrong with you?” Ron asked curiously.
“Daddy is Draco’s godfather he calls him Uncle Severus too,” Harry giggled out before he suddenly crossed his legs tightly.
“I don’t know what his deal is, we’re all related somehow anyway,” Ron said with a shrug. Normally he would’ve reacted but this year forced him to see some things and people in different light. Besides he knew Harry liked Malfoy and he wouldn’t be stupid to say anything to jeopardize his own friendship.
“Shut up Weasely,” Draco stated weakly as he started to walk out.
“Draco; where are you going? You know my daddy is gonna be by Uncle Lucius too,” Harry pointed out. He suddenly couldn’t help himself and gave off a gasp as he had to drop his trunk and hold himself tightly.
“I’m just seeing if I…” Draco trailed off as he turned too look at Harry in concern only to frown as he saw what was happening. “You lied,” he muttered out. “You do you need to wee,” he added.
Ron was staring at Harry in horror, eyes flickering around to see if he could find the toilet but he couldn’t see much over the crowd of people. “Can you hold it Harry?”
“Not really, I’ve been holding it since forever,” Harry whined out.
“This is your own fault,” Draco said plainly before he sighed as he let go of his trunk to see if he could see their parents.
“I know,” Harry said softly, and he didn’t want to wet himself here so he hoped that something could be done soon.
“I see them,” Ron suddenly stated as he started waving his hands around.
“Mr. Malfoy, Uncle Severus over here!” He yelled out.
“Weasley quit yelling, have you no manners?” Draco asked incredulously.
“Harry can’t wait, so no at the moment I have no manners,” Ron said bluntly.
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Severus turned at the same time Lucius did to see who was calling their name. He hadn’t thought ahead of telling Harry where to meet so this was his own fault. He was grateful at first for the Weasley boy shouting out to him, but still feeling like he needed to speak with him later about how he didn’t always need to shout.
“Father, Uncle Severus,” Draco said formally when the men were close enough.
Harry had turned away from the men, not wanting to look at the disgust on his Uncle Lucius’s face. The last time he had seen the man, he had nearly burnt his fingers off trying to take off a necklace. The thing which had been sitting heavy on his neck since that day, he didn’t want to face the man at all. Especially not now; given his current predicament.
“Ronald, your mother figured you would be with Harry, so we will go and meet her together,” Severus said with a nod.
“Yeah, I know but Uncle Severus do you where the toilet is?” Ron blurted out, his eyes flicking back to his friend and the boy’s dad.
“I do, are you in need of the facility?” He asked quietly.
Lucius took that moment to finally speak up. “I believe Ronald is asking for Emery,” he said giving the child who hadn’t turned around a stern look. “You do know you are being extremely rude don’t you little one?”
Ron was about to say something only to freeze at the soft tone of the man. This he hadn’t heard before but apparently Draco had the blonde Slytherin boy wasn’t fazed.
“Sorry,” Harry said quietly, refusing still to turn around.
“Harry, do you need to pee?” Severus asked bluntly as he made the last few steps to his child.
“Yes, can we go to the loo?” Harry asked anxiously.
“We can, if you can turn around and face us that would be more respectful,” he added.
Harry sighed before he slowly faced the men. He was clutching the crotch of his pants for dear life but thankfully it was still dry. He couldn’t face either of them so he kept his gaze on their shoes.
“I will take him Severus,” Lucius said after a moment. He needed to clear the air with this little boy and he didn’t want whatever this was festering for much longer.
“Are you sure?” Severus asked skeptically, not because he was worried Lucius would hurt him but because of the fact that Harry wasn’t in his Emery persona.
“Well you have the potion for him, don’t you?” He asked, knowing they were all planning to go out into public.
“I do,” Severus said slowly.
“I will give it to him once we’re in the toilet, it will be fine,” Lucius promised as he held his hand out for the vial.
Severus gave a nod before quickly holding out the vial for the man to take before turning back to look at his child in question. “We’re going to talk later, you know better then to wait this long,” Severus told him firmly.
“It’s not his fault Professor,” Ron said weakly as he Lucius Malfoy boldly pick up his friend and disappear into the crowd. Was no one else worried that Harry might have just gotten kidnapped right then?
“It was Ron’s actually, he scared the pixies out of Harry earlier,” Draco chirped in.
“It was an honest mistake, I didn’t know,” Ron protested.
Severus sighed as he looked between the two boys. “What happened?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Keep your head down as much as you can,” Lucius told the child in his arms as he tried to quickly make his way through the crowd. He knew that at this rate he was looking at the child’s liquid ending up on both on them given the amount the child was squirming. He sighed before he exited the platform to land on the muggle side. He could see the toilets plain as day and quickly made his way to them.
Harry for his part knew better then to ask questions, and was perfectly fine to enjoy the ride to the bathrooms when he suddenly gave off a choked gasp as his bladder contracted hard.
“Oh,” he moaned out fretfully.
“We are almost there,” Lucius said quickly as quickened his fast pace even more.
“But I peed a little,” Harry told him shamefully.
“Nothing a little magic can’t fix,” Lucius told him as he shouldered the door of the toilet and hurried towards a stall. He chose the big one to give them both more room as he set the child on his feet and locked the door.
Harry bent over at the waist once he was set down, his bladder having reached its limit. He could do nothing as he stood not even a foot away from the toilet and completely soaked his khaki trousers.
“Nooo,” he wailed as he voice broke off into a choked sob. He had been so close too and he peed himself in front of the man who he was hoping to win back favor. He closed his eyes as the tears fell down his face, ignoring the heat rising to his face as the puddle around his feet expanded.
Lucius only gave off a sigh, as he took in the sight in front of him. The child looked small, and bit pathetic, wet in his own waste, but he felt some sympathy for the boy. He sighed as he uncorked the small vial and gently pressed it to the boy’s mouth.
“Drink this please,” he requested kindly.
Harry sniffled, unable to stop the tear as he felt something against his mouth. “Why?” He cried out sadly.
“So I can help you clean up,” Lucius replied honestly. He knew he would be more inclined to help the child if he didn’t look like the Potter he was. He knew it was something he obviously needed to work on but that was neither here or there.
Harry didn’t open his eyes as he drank the vial, the sweet taste of the potion making him wish there was just a bit more in it. He was used to the process so he didn’t even flinch as it took effect.
Lucius watched the child change from the Potter spawn back to the child he had loved and cherish that last summer. It was strange how strongly one could feel in regards to this small child. He shook his head and flicked his wand at the child cleaning up his clothes and his face before changing his clothes to something more suited for a child this age.
Harry for his part was currently hugging himself tightly trying to get some comfort. It had been a while since he had an accident like this, and he had forgotten how awful they made him feel. He wanted his daddy so much!
Lucius picked up the child a moment later, he could see the emotions flickering across the child’s face and he didn’t want the boy to start blaming himself.
“It’s okay little one, I’m not mad at you. Everything is going to be fine,” Lucius cooed softly.
“But you hate me,” Harry blubbered out.
“I do not, you father explained all this to me that day I saw you in the lavatory,” Lucius explain quietly.
“Oh, and you haven’t hated me at all?” Harry asked skeptically as he tried to calm down.
“No I have talked with both your father and your Aunt Cissa, I do not hate you. How could I?” Lucius said as he rubbed the boy’s back comfortedly.
Harry kept quiet on that, he knew how the man could hate him but if the man was working through it who was he to try to stop him. Besides he knew that it would of course benefit him in the long run it always did.
“Come on, we have somewhere to be,” the man stated in a kind tone as he walked out of the bathroom with his nephew. |
Hullo again, I don't have many RPS at the moment and when a good friend of mine asked for a piece from this universe I couldn't resist. I love this universe.Something to brighten up her day, and my day, especially given the dark times ahead of us after this election. Anywho, onto the story. It's more about Draco, because one upon a time she loved him.
SWS One Shot Part 2
Harry wasn’t ashamed to admit it that he was snuggling up to his Uncle Lucius, after that embarrassing ordeal regarding the man in the toilet and his accidents. His face flushed in humiliation just remembering the moment before he shook his head to focus on the conversation around him.
“Ronald, I just finished speaking with your mother and we both decided that it would be beneficial for you to have dinner with us tonight, and possibly spend a few weeks’ vacation with us as well,” Severus replied carefully.
His feelings towards the youngest Weasley male had changed rapidly that year, and all because of his son Harry. Ronald had shown a greater maturity then the Potion Professor ever thought possible, he had taken a very protective role when it came to Harry’s regression. Severus was under no illusions that it might even be considered a hardship for the boy, the Weasley child was a fierce protector, just look at Ginerva.
He knew that Ronald didn’t resent the new role, and he was sure that in fact the child loved it. Which is why Severus and Molly both decided that this summer it would be better not to mention easier if Ronald stayed with them for a few weeks. The child he knew tended to feel that he was forgotten and useless in such a large family, but when he was with Harry none of that mattered.
Severus himself could admit that the boy was indeed growing up, and with Draco and Theodore being protective of Harry as well, he knew his son wasn’t going to come to any harm when they were all around.
Ron himself was floored at his mate’s father and he turned to see what Harry thought about this, only to grin in amusement at the way his best mate was curled into Mr. Malfoy’s arms of all places. How didn’t his mate realize he had the blonde business man in the palm of his hands already. “I think that would be wonderful Professor,” Ron replied eagerly.
He had remembered that past winter when the man had taken them to a muggle snow lodge and how much fun he had there, he definitely enjoyed spending time with his mate outside of school. And he remembered how much Harry enjoyed himself and that pretty much sealed the deal.
“Great, I will let you know more tonight, we’ll all sit down and talk about the plans for the summer. If there is somewhere you wish to go, that would be the ideal time to let me know,” he told the boy.
“Yes sir,” Ron replied happily, his smile drooping slightly as he saw the look on Malfoy Junior’s face.
If there was ever a person that Ron was confused about this year, it would be Draco. He had seen how concerned the blonde boy had been for Harry that day in the toilet, not to mention how he hadn’t let Pettigrew escape that day. He knew the Slytherin wasn’t all bad, and at the moment he knew that the other boy was hurt. He had seen that expression too many times on his own face. He just didn’t know why.
Draco was standing by his Professor and father, listening to the conversation with a hint of jealously and a whole lot of hurt. He swallowed thickly but didn’t voice just what he thought and instead picked up his trunk and turned to his father.
“Did mother come with you father?” He asked stiffly, trying to hide how much hurt he was currently feeling at the moment.
Lucius and Severus both turned to look at the blonde child who was steadfastly looking away from them. “She’s by Theodore’s mother,” he said slowly. “Dragon, what is wrong?”
“Nothing Father, I just want to go home now,” Draco replied quickly before he turned to head over to his mum. He couldn’t stand here and pretend that he didn’t exist anymore. He never thought there would be a day when he would be jealous of Weasley but here it was, and he hated it.
“I wonder what got into him,” Severus said with a frown on his face as he watched his student go.
Harry poked his head up to look at his Slytherin friend go and he sighed. “He probably wants to come with us. I like playing with Draco,” he replied softly.
“He is coming out to dinner with us Harry,” Severus said as he picked up both Ron and Harry’s trunks before he shrunk them and pocketed them.
“No I meant in the summer too, we had a lot of fun last summer when he came over to play,” Harry giggled out before he wiggled in the man’s arms so he could stand on his own feet.
Severus exchanged a look with Lucius and frowned they hadn’t actually thought of that but now that Harry had pointed it out, it made so much sense. The child was jealous and probably hurt that he hadn’t invited him along with them. If he was being honest he didn’t even think the Slytherin would want to spend his summer with Ron and Harry but apparently he was wrong.
“We can discuss this over dinner,” Lucius said slowly as he set Harry on his feet and they made their way over to his wife and son.
The blonde aristocrat was trying to catch his son’s eyes but the boy was avoiding that for all it was worth and he sighed. Harry had clearly hit the nail on the head with his deduction.
“Lucius, Melinda and I have decided to spend a few weeks in France at the villa with some of the other girls. And we both agreed that it would make more sense for Theodore to spend the summer at the manor with you and Draco instead of Draco at Knott Manor,” Narcissa said slyly.
She knew her husband would be reading through the lines, Melinda Knott was trying to break away from her Death Eater husband, afraid that he was poisoning her son’s mind with all his bigotry. They would be in France trying to see which of their other pure-blooded friends were also in the same situation and see how they could help. She hoped that Lucius would take Draco and Theodore to spend some time with Harry and Severus. She had seen how much her son was changing and she knew it was for the better.
“I see, I assume we’ll be able to discuss this more later on tonight?” Lucius asked after a moment.
“Yes love,” Narcissa said softly before she turned to whisper to her friend.
Draco smiled softly then, knowing that he would be able to have a friend over for the whole summer too. He was still sad about not spending any time with Harry but this was okay too.
“Enough of that, let’s head to the restaurant,” Severus said as he pulled out a port-key and held it out.
“Daddy? Are we going to a muggle one or a magical one?” Harry asked curiously as he held onto both his father and the port-key.
“A magical one,” Severus replied as he made sure everyone was holding on before whispering the activation word.
Harry sighed as he picked himself up off the ground, dusting his robes off as he looked to see how everyone else fared. He frowned heavily when he saw that everyone else, even Ron had landed on their feet.
“How come nobody else fell down?” He pouted out.
“Because everyone else is used to it,” Ron replied quietly. “But you’ll get it eventually Harry, I promise,” he added hurriedly, knowing how sensitive the other boy could be.
The little Gryffindor accepted that before he turned to look at his father who he was still holding onto and he let go quickly, not wanting his friends to see. But unbeknownst to him they had already seen and was just choosing not to speak on it.
“Before we go in, I just want everyone to know that once we are in here, Harry’s name is Emery. Try not to forget that when you speak to him,” he said knowing there weren’t a lot of children named Harry in the Wizarding world for some reason.
“Professor, do you think it would be okay if we sat at a table of our own and the grown-ups sat at theirs?” Ron asked hopefully, looking at the other boys to see their own delighted expressions at his suggestion. He hoped the man said yes, because then he could see just what Malfoy and Knott were thinking. He could admit that the other two boys weren’t that bad.
“I don’t see why not,” Lucius answered before Severus could. He knew the man was overprotective when it came to Emery and he needed to discuss some things regarding their summer plans without the boy’s trying to listen in..
“As long as we are kind of close by right?” Emery asked quietly.
“Of course,” Draco replied quickly catching on what Weasley was doing.
“Then it’s settled then,” Severus said as they headed inside the restaurant and let their hostess know what was going on.
Harry giggled happily as he grabbed Ron’s hand to hold as they walked to their table. He was super excited for this summer, he would get to spend it with his best mate and he knew his daddy was going to have something fun for them to do.
Ron led the way to their booth, making sure Harry was in first as they sat facing the other two Slytherins. “How much do you want to bet that Malfoy’s dad and Emery’s dad decide to spend the summer together?” He said with a smirk.
“That is highly probable, unless I protest,” Draco said in a slow drawl. “Who says I even want to spend my summer with you weasel?” He added, trying to get a rise out of the other boy, he was still slightly upset over feeling left out earlier.
Harry and Theodore both frowned at the insult and both tensed at what Ron’s reaction might be. They were very surprised when the red-headed male just shrugged his head.
“If you’re incapable of speaking with me or about me without insulting me, then you definitely need to do a little bit more growing up Malfoy,” Ron said with a shake of his head before he turned to look at Harry who had a worried expression on his face. “I won’t fight,” he promised him with a slight smile.
“Good, we are gonna have the best summer ever,” Harry gushed out happily as he leaned into his friend before looking down at the table to see the children’s menu.
Draco frowned as Weasley hadn’t even risen to the bait and he sighed in annoyance before he turned to look at Theodore. “Was there anything you wanted to do this summer?” He asked his mate, trying to rid the awkward silence.
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Over at the adult’s table, Lucius and Severus were efficiently hashing out just what they were planning to do. He knew he was forgetting one vital person when it came to the summer but he honestly didn’t think Black would fuss to much. They seemed to have reached an understanding of sorts, at least when it came to Harry and the child’s continuing happiness.
“Where were you planning on taking Ronald and Emery this summer?” Lucius asked quietly.
“There is a rare flower that only grows in the wilds of one of the states in America. I was hoping to meet up with some old colleagues of mine, to get see if I can procure some of it,” Severus admitted.
“So a trip to the colonies then, what were you planning to do with the boys then?” Lucius asked generally curious.
“I’ve been reading up since our last venture into the muggle world and I’ve found that over the summer, they have different kinds of camps for children to participate in. I was thinking of enrolling them into one,” he admitted.
“For how long?” The blonde man asked thoughtfully.
“A week or so, that’s how long the expedition will be. I could attempt to take them along but it might be dangerous and I don’t want to expose Emery to anything. Especially because trouble seems to find that child no matter where he goes,” Severus said with a sigh.
“That is true, if you wanted any adult company for when you get back I wouldn’t mind coming over to the manor with Draco and Theodore,” Lucius offered with a small smile.
“I will definitely be taking you up on that offer, especially because it seems that Draco and Ron are very capable of getting along despite the age old blood feud between their families,” Severus said with a smirk.
Lucius smiled ruefully before he smiled at his longtime friend. “ I honestly don’t even know how it started,”
Severus laughed in earnest before he picked up his menu to see what he might like to order.
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“Harry, what were you thinking of getting?” Ron asked curiously as he looked at the menu in front of him.
“Shepherds Pie sound’s really yummy,” Harry said before he stretched an arm out to catch another one of the snitches that were flying around their table cloth.
“If you catch a certain amount you can win a prize,” Draco said absently as he watched the younger male.
Harry and Ron both looked up then in surprise. “Like what?” Harry asked excitedly.
“I’m not sure, it depends on how many you end up getting,” Draco remarked.
“Have you ever won anything Draco?” Theodore asked when it became apparent the blonde child wasn’t going to answer of his own accord.
“I caught 5 once, and I ended up with a free dessert of my choice,” Draco said with a smirk. “I’ve never gotten past that, as after five they start speeding up even faster,” he warned them.
“I’m still gonna try it, I’m the youngest seeker in a century,” Harry boasted proudly before he focused on the tablecloth.
Ron chuckled as their waiter came by and he gave Harry’s order knowing that his mate was busy looking for the snitch.
Harry managed to catch 4 more before their food came and blocked his progress. He wasn’t mad and simply dug into his dinner with relish, looking back to make sure that his dad hadn’t left him.
“Harry do you think your dad will let me go home tonight?” Ron asked curiously.
“You don’t want to spend time with us?” Harry asked piteously as he bit into his dinner sadly.
“It’s not that, I want to bring my broom so we can go flying together,” he pointed out quietly.
“You have the broom my daddy bought for you last summer, he said you could take it home if you want. It was just easier to leave it at our house,” Harry said with a pout as he looked at his friend suspiciously.
Ron chuckled before he held his hands up in a universal gesture for giving up. “Relax Harry, I wasn’t suggesting anything I just forgot,” Ron said before he turned to focus on his food.
“Emery has gotten us all so whipped, it’s ridiculous,” Theodore said pointedly before he snickered.
“He really does, he’s just so lovable,” Draco said with a dramatic sigh as he shook his head and started on his food.
Harry was pretending not to hear them discussing him, but he couldn’t help the small smile that stayed on his face, nor could help from unconsciously preening at their words. He finished his food in record time, he had been really hungry since he had worried on the train over Sirius taking him from his father.
As it was he pushed his empty plate away and focused on catching snitches. Just like Draco had said, the golden balls had started to speed up. He had caught 8 so far, so he felt pretty accomplished. He still wanted to see how many he could catch before they had to leave though. He was so focused on his game that he honestly wasn’t paying any attention around him, or we would have been the first to notice that something wasn’t right with Draco.
Draco wasn’t sure how he was currently feeling in regards to Weasley, the boy was steadfastly ignoring him at the moment and he was feeling some kind of way. He wasn’t sure of the emotion and while it was confusing it wasn’t totally unwelcome. He glanced at the red-headed boy uncertainly before his eyes flicked over to the raven-haired boy next to him. Draco was wondering what was up with Harry at the moment.
He knew that the boy had used the toilet after getting off the train, but usually the child had a small bladder and would be due for another toilet break. Something which Draco had hoped to take advantage of. He was going to ‘tag’ alone when in actuality he would be making use of the facilities as well. As he currently stood, his lower body was sitting stiffly on the seat as he thought back to the last time he had relieved himself.
It was just before they got on the train and so many hours had passed and his abdomen was quite full up. Not to mention the pumpkin juice he had drank with his meal. He felt embarrassed for admitting he needed the toilet in front of the other boys. He wasn’t sure where he stood with Weaseley but he himself hadn’t forgotten that fateful day in the loo where he had denied Harry the toilet. What if the red-headed boy somehow prevented him from going? What if Theodore himself did? He gulped inaudibly before his resumed checking on the smaller Gryffindor.
“Emery, did you need to go to the toilet?” Draco asked in what he hoped was a casual voice as he kicked his legs back and forth underneath the table.
“No I’m fine, your daddy taked me already,” Harry replied his eyes not leaving the enchanted tablecloth. “I’m also at 10!” He said excitedly.
“That’s awesome Harry, I can’t wait to see what prize you get,” Ron said eagerly before he suddenly winced and turned to frown in the direction of the Slytherins.
“Which one of you kicked me?” He asked quietly.
Draco winced again, refusing to look at the boy. He hadn’t done it on purpose, his bladder has spasmed and his leg kicked out harder to keep from loosing any in his trousers. He knew he couldn’t very well say that and gave a quick look to Theodore who was looking at him in concern.
“It was me, sorry I was trying to stretch and my leg went a bit too far. I’m glad that I got you instead of Emery though,” Theo replied smoothly as he gave the other boy a significant look.
“That is true, he would definitely cry out and then the adults would be over here in an instant. And Snape is scary when he is mad at you,” Ron said with a shudder, his annoyance over getting kicked gone in seconds.
“You said it,” Theo agreed before he turned to look at his Slytherin friend. “Are you okay Draco? You’re bumping into me a lot,” he said slowly.
Draco gulped silently as he turned to look at Theo before he gave a weak nod. He turned his attention back to the tiny Gryffindor who was clear entranced with his game. “Emery are you sure you don’t need to go?” He asked, unable to keep the urgent tone out of his voice.
“I’m sure Draco, I don’t gotta go. Quit asking me that,” Harry huffed out, as he had gotten pretty good at recognizing his own body signals and he didn’t like someone else second guessing him, especially not his friends.
Ron was staring at the Slytherin boy with a little bit of confusion and a hint of disbelief before he casually looked under the table. From that vantage point he could see that the blonde boy had his legs tightly closed and was squirming in his seat. If he couldn’t tell right then, the hand at the other male’s crotch was a dead give away.
He didn’t understand why the boy didn’t just go, he could understand wanting to use Harry as an excuse but his mate didn’t even need to go at the moment. So honestly what was Malfoy waiting for? Was he scared of going alone? Never being one for getting embarrassed over that natural function especially growing up in the big family that he did, Ron nodded silently to himself before he started scooting out of the booth.
Harry looked up then, alerting the two Slytherins who had been having a silent stare off or something before he turned his attention to his mate. “Where are you going Ron?”
“To the loo, I need to empty,” Ron replied casually as he stood up and looked around for a moment. “Did anyone see the toilets when we came in?” He knew that it was an underhanded tactic but Draco having come here before on numerous occasions would probably be the one to answer him. This definitely worked in the other boy’s favor.
Draco could have kissed the red-headed boy, and started scooting out the seat even before Theodore could speak. “I do, I’ll show you where it is,” he said a little bit to eagerly but he couldn’t help it.
“Okay I’ll wait here with Harry then,” Theo replied slowly as he started to put some pieces together.
Draco ignoring the knowing glance from his fellow Slytherin as he finally got to his feet. Standing up had alerted his bladder that this position made it quite harder to hold on and he froze in place with a tight smile on his face. He didn’t want to lose it right here in front of everyone in the restaurant. Draco gulped softly, when he felt someone’s hand squeezing his shoulder, allowing him to focus on that for a moment rather then his impending situation.
“Come on,” Ron said the big brother in him coming out as he headed towards where they came in. He remembered seeing the ladies in the begin and he figured that the males would be right by it.
Severus did a double take when he saw the two pure-blooded males quickly walk by their table. He opened his table to ask where they both thought they were going when he felt someone hit his upper arm. He turned an appalled face to see who had the audacity to actually invade his personal face when he found himself face with Narcissa.
“They are going to the toilet, if you had of stopped them you would have delayed Draco. And I know for a fact that he would not have been able to stand here without disgracing and humiliating himself,” Narcissa said quietly so only he could hear.
Severus nodded, his eyes automatically flying to him. His child looked okay so he would just speak to the boys when they came back. He shook his head and turned to look at Lucius.
“I’m going to make sure everything is okay, I won’t let them see me,” Lucius said slowly. He had thought earlier that Severus had been joking but he had watched both of the children walk by their table with the Weaseley boy’s arm over his son’s shoulder. Draco hadn’t looked angry or disgusted at all so he needed to see what was going on. He hurried into the lobby area of the restaurant before he turned a disillusionment charm on himself before he headed into the men restroom.
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Ron ushered the other boy into the toilet quickly, his arm coming off of him the minute they entered inside. “Go,” he urged the boy urgently. He didn’t want to deal with any accidents, they were traumatizing to the victim and he knew he couldn’t use magic to help the boy and he didn’t want to imagine confronting the boy’s father. That would be just awful.
Draco hurried over to the urinal quickly before he could think about his choice. He had himself unzipped, with his robes thrown hastily on the floor before he could think about it. He breathed a sign of relief as he noisily peed. He didn’t even feel threatened when Weaseley walked behind him and picked up his robe from the floor.
“Why did you wait so long?” Ron asked curiously as he held the other boy’s robe. The floor was not the place for it, and he didn’t want it to get dirty and the other boy in trouble. He didn’t know how the Malfoy’s disciplined but they were an old pure-blooded family too and he didn’t want Malfoy to be punished over something stupid. He glanced over suddenly to look at the door close, he didn’t think anything of it because he knew he had pushed the door wide open in his haste.
“I was asking Harry, but he didn’t need to go. I didn’t want to go alone, Emery told me of a story of a guy trying to hurt him in the toilet last summer when he went alone. I was scared and I didn’t want to ask my dad because I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” Draco said quietly in a moment of vulnerability.
Ron was running a hand through his hair and shaking his head in disbelief. “I wouldn’t do something like that. Creeps are everywhere, my brothers still take me to the toilet when we go out and I’m almost nearly 14 now, I’m not the strongest one out there. And I would rather be protected then hurt,” he admitted before he suddenly sighed. “I don’t hate you, just so you know,” he added.
Draco flushed and turned to look at the boy in disbelief as he zipped up his pants before he headed to the sink. “I find that hard to believe, I’ve constantly belittled you and made fun of you and I’ve been a great big prat to you,” he pointed out.
Ron nodded but shrugged in the same regard. “Yeah you have, but I’ve done things to you back. If you remember in first year, when you introduced yourself to Harry and I, I snorted at your name. That seemed to really set the whole thing off. I shouldn’t have done that, because the Wizarding World has so many strange names as it is,” he said with an uncomfortable shrug. “I know there is a blood-feud between our families, but I’m done with it, regarding you and me,”
Draco stared opened mouth at his peer as he dried his hands before he made his way to the other boy. “What are you saying?” He asked his throat suddenly dry as a desert. He couldn’t help think that there was an ulterior motive the boy was playing at but he knew this boy was Gryffindor through and through, just like Harry.
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. If Harry can let everything aside and be with Snape, then I can let this feud and this prejudice that we have with our families go. I’m going to be apart of Harry’s life and I know you will be too, and he’s going to get tired of us fighting. He grew up with abusive relatives, I don’t ever want him to compare us to them. I don’t ever want him to have to choose between you or me. He doesn’t deserve that, he deserves some semblance of happiness. We can give him this,” Ron said firmly.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Draco said weakly, as he glanced around hoping his father would appear. How was he supposed to handle this.
Ron swallowed thickly as he pulled out his wand and held it in front of him with his two hands. “I do know what I’m doing. I Ronald Bilius Weaseley, do so swear to end this blood feud between House Weaseley and House Malfoy on this day, so mote it be. Harry deserves the best of us,” he finished out, watching as his wand lit up as it registered the oath.
Draco shakily took out his wand, his father wasn’t here to save him. Though he didn’t honestly think he needed to be saved at the moment. He took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “I Draconis Lucius Malfoy, do so swear to end this blood-feud between House Malfoy and House Weaseley on this day, so mote it be,” he intoned out formally.
Ron watched impassively but inside his heart was beating wildly as their oaths registered. He could actually feel a small weight lifting off his shoulders at the other boy’s words. “I accept,” he intoned out.
“I accept,” Draco replied formally, watching blankly as a white light flashed around them before it suddenly vanished. He put his wand away slowly as he stared wide eyed at the other boy.
“Do you feel different?” Ron asked as he handed the robe to the other boy.
“A little bit, I feel a bit lighter then before,” Draco admitted as he pulled his robe back on, looking at the Gryffindor with uncertainty. What did this mean for them now?
“Then it worked,” Ron said happily before he reached forward to engulf the other male into a hug. That was how things worked in his family.
Under the disillusionment charm Lucius slipped out of the toilet, canceling the charm before he made his way back to the table. Like Draco had said he felt as if something that had weighed him down was gone. The boys didn’t realize how huge breaking the feud was, but he was glad that it was gone. He would need to talk to Severus to discuss what had happened. He wondered how the other Weaseleys were dealing with it. |
Hi,
Chapter 2 here - any feedback very welcome!
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After her humiliating accident in the car home from the airport, Ellen was very quiet for a lot of the day, in particular saying almost nothing to her brother at any point. But slowly as the afternoon went by she started to forget what had happened and became the fun, chatty cousin that Izzy knew.
Izzy and Ellen had spent the day mostly watching TV, and sometimes playing with Anna. But as Ellen started to get more talkative they spent some time just catching up, talking about boys and school and plans for the summer. When Izzy's Dad came home from work and said Hello to Ellen and Max, Izzy could sense Ellen's relief that nobody said anything about her accident. By the time they all had to sit down for dinner, it was starting to feel like the awkwardness from before had gone and that Izzy and Ellen could have the summer together that they'd been looking forward to.
While they were eating the meal, Izzy's mum explained to Max and Ellen what the sleeping arrangements were:
"You are all squeezed into one room unfortunately, but you two do at least have a single bed each. Izzy and Anna will share the double."
Izzy sighed loudly - this was something she'd been arguing about with her mum for weeks. "Do I have to, mum? Ellen and Max are here for 3 weeks and you know Anna's going to wet her bed at least once in that time! Why doesn't she have one of the single beds and I can just share the double with Ellen."
Anna flushed bright red with embarrassment. "I will not! Anyway you still sometimes..."
"Be quiet, both of you!" Their mum silenced them angrily. "Izzy, we've already discussed this. I'm not making your cousins have to share beds while they're staying here. And anyway, Anna, you're going to be a good girl, act your age and make sure we don't have any more problems - aren't you?"
Anna blushed even brighter red and stared at the table, mumbling "Yes mum".
After dinner, all four kids sat down on the sofa to watch a movie. They were all enjoying it, but Anna was particularly wrapped up, and after a little while Izzy noticed that her little sister was obviously ignoring a full bladder in order to keep watching. She was sat with one foot curled up underneath her, constantly bouncing up and down on her heel in that tell-tale sign of a little girl who needs to pee. Izzy couldn't believe how often her sister did this - she'd had her fair share of accidents as a little girl herself, but they were normally because she was too shy to give any indication that she needed the toilet, and she certainly wouldn't let herself get obviously more and more desperate when she could just go to the bathroom at any time, like Anna did.
Izzy thought about sharing a joke with Ellen about what Anna was doing, but then she thought that her cousin might not be in the mood for jokes about having to pee today after what had happened in the car. She kept watching the film, but also kept half an eye on her sister - noticing that she was now occasionally grabbing her crotch through her skirt. The only time she stopped squirming and grabbing herself was when either of their parents came into the room: Anna knew very well that they'd be mad with her if they realised she was putting off going to the toilet again.
When there wasn't too long to go in the film, Izzy's mum came in. "I'm about to go and run the bath for bathtime. Girls, if you come up after the film for your bath. Max - I'm sure you're old enough now that you can take care of your own bath, so you can have the bathroom to yourself once I'm done with the girls." Max smiled. "Anna, do you need to use the toilet before I start running the bath?"
Anna was only half listening to what her mum was saying, with most of her attention on the TV screen. "No, I'm okay mum."
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes!" Anna replied impatiently, not liking that her mum was singling her out like this in front of her older cousins. Izzy could tell that Anna was only just managing to resist the urge to squirm desperately while their mum was in the room. As soon as she went to start filling the bath, Anna was burying her hand between her legs again as she tried to hold on until the end of the film.
The film came to an end and the girls started to get up and go to get ready for their bath. As soon as she stood up, Anna immediately crossed her legs tightly around one of her hands, squirming desperately on the spot. As they all got undressed in their bedroom, Izzy and Ellen chatted about the film, not paying too much attention to Anna who was struggling a little to peel off her clothes with one hand buried permanently in her crotch. Eventually she got her panties off, and still grabbing herself she hurried into the bathroom.
When she got into the bathroom, she tried for a moment to maintain the deception for her mum, letting go of her crotch and trying to stand still, but she was just too desperate and she couldn't resist the urge to tightly cross her legs and squirm on the spot.
Her mum was immediately angry. "Anna, what are you doing?"
"I'm, I'm sorry...I just..."
"I asked you just a few minutes ago if you needed to use the toilet and you said no."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise how badly I had to go." Anna danced desperately in front of her mum, trying her hardest to resist the temptation to grab between her legs because she knew that would get her in even more trouble.
"You're 9 years old Anna, you're not a baby. I shouldn't be having to tell you to go to the toilet, you should be able to keep your panties dry on your own."
"I know mum, I'm sorry." Anna was so embarrassed to be having this conversation again, especially knowing that her sister and her cousin had now come into the room too, ready for their baths. "Please can I just go to the toilet quickly before my bath - I promise I won't put it off next time."
"No, you know the rules. I'm going to give you your bath, and Ellen and Izzy will have theirs, and then you can use the toilet once nobody else is using the bathroom anymore."
Izzy felt pretty sorry for her sister. Their parents rules were very clear that you didn't use the toilet while somebody else was using the bathroom, but that didn't make it any easier for Anna right now.
Their mum lifted Anna into the bath and started to wash her as quickly as she could. Anna squirmed desperately, trying to keep her legs pressed tightly together, but constantly getting told to sit still or to open her legs so that her mum could wash her properly. Finally it was done, and she got back out of the bath and took a towel from the rack. Immediately she buried both hands in her crotch, pretending that she was just wrapping the towel around herself. Even grabbing herself tightly, she couldn't stand still and she pleaded to be allowed to use the toilet: "Please mum, can I just pee quickly before Izzy and Ellen have their bath?"
"No Anna, you have to learn to act your age. Dry yourself off, and then go put your nightie on. It will only be a few more minutes and then you can use the toilet."
Anna continued to grab herself tightly through the towel, half-heartedly drying herself like she'd been told to, and dancing desperately on the spot. Izzy and Ellen both wanted to help her out, so they washed themselves as quickly as they could. As Izzy was finishing off in the bath, Anna dropped the towel and hurried back to the bedroom to get her nightie. When Izzy and Ellen were both done, they went back to the bedroom as well and found Anna rooted to the spot, her nightie pushed up and both hands desperately gripping her crotch. A tiny streak of pee was trickling down her thigh.
Izzy immediately felt a pang of sympathy for her little sister. "Come on Anna, we're finished in the bathroom, you can go pee now."
"I don't know if I can make it" she replied quietly, with tears in her eyes.
"You'll be okay, just hurry in there now before you leak anymore."
Giving her legs one final squeeze together, Anna hurried out the door just in time to see Max going into the bathroom. "Nooo! Max, please I need to use the bathroom quickly! Please I can't wait!"
Max closed the door and locked it. "Sorry, I'm taking my shower now, you'll have to wait until I'm done." From inside the bathroom came the sound of the shower running.
"Noo, that's not fair!" Anna started crying, with another trickle of pee leaking out past her hands. Dancing outside the bathroom door, she crossed her legs as tightly as she could over her hands in a final effort to hold back the flood. She knew how much trouble she'd be in if she peed, but she had to go so bad, and she couldn't block out the sound of the shower pouring down in the bathroom. She felt a bigger spurt escape from between her legs, tickling the back of her thighs. She tried to squeeze herself even tighter, but she couldn't hold it anymore and her bladder suddenly gave way. A flood of pee poured out past her hands, going from a trickle between her thighs to a torrent in moments. She closed her eyes in horror as that familiar warm, wet feeling ran down her legs to the floor, puddling at her feet.
Eventually the pee stopped, and Anna looked down at the mess on the floor. The puddle seemed huge. She tried to think what she should do now, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Trembling, she knocked on her parents' door: "Um, mum, I'm sorry...I couldn't make it."
Her mum came out and took one look at the 9 year old's ashamed face and glistening thighs, and the pool outside the bathroom door. "Oh Anna, I'm so disappointed in you. When are you going to start acting your age?"
Anna couldn't hold back her tears. "I'm sorry mum, I almost held it, but then Max went in for his shower and I couldn't wait any longer..."
Izzy and Ellen had both come out of the bedroom to see what was going on. "You two get to bed, I'm going to have to give Anna another bath once Max is done in the shower."
"Okay mum." Suddenly, Izzy had a thought. "If Anna's coming to bed later when she's had another bath, should I share the double bed with Ellen for now?" She was slightly worried that her mum would think she was just arguing again, but it really did make sense.
"Yes, fine. You two just go to bed and I'll deal with your sister." |
Human bodies were inconvenient. They were heavy, weak, and sapped away a good portion of her spirit energy anytime Botan tried to do something more vigorous than a run. But even worse, was the fact that the fake bodies used by Spirit World were faulty, well even more so than the usually cheap dolls were. Koenma had gotten some sort of deal on a huge batch of them, and it wasn't until after the warranty had expired that everyone realized they were crap.
The first problem was the fact that these bodies required immense amounts of food and liquid substance to maintain their form; otherwise the bodies would fall apart where they stood and leave whatever soul inside exposed. The second, more aggravating problem, was the fact that the bodies processed substances almost twice as fast as a regular human body. This had caused an almost untold amount of problems regarding restroom usage and accidents. With no way to return the bodies, and no room in the budget to buy new ones, there were really only two solutions: don't use the bodies, or require users to wear diapers.
When Botan had heard she'd have to wear a diaper to visit her friends, she balked. And then yelled; a torrent of angry, bitter words flooding out of her mouth at Koenma until she was red in the face in anger. The mere suggestion of such a humiliating action was ridiculous and insulting, and Botan would have none of that. She was one of Spirit World's top ferry women, she would go to Earth and enjoy her visit without the use of a baby's nappy. And that was all there really was to say on the matter.
Koenma sighed, not bothering to argue with the stubborn, blue-haired deity. She'd learn her lesson soon enough, and then he'd get the chance to say he told her so.
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“The nerve of him, telling me to wear a nappy of all things!” Botan huffed under her breath, balancing carefully on her oar as she made her way from the Spirit World to the Human one. She was already settled into her human body, but her movements were jerky as she tried to steer towards Genkai's temple. She frowned, pondering over what exactly could be her problem, when she realized her throat felt incredibly dry. She shrugged her shoulders, when she got to Genkai's she could have all the water and tea she wanted. Oh and Yukina's lemonade~
Just the thought made her mouth water, and at once she rushed forward. By the time she landed in front of the temple's opening, Botan felt as if she were dying of dehydration. She was so thirsty, her teeth were sticking to her lips, and she could barely even get enough saliva to lick her lips.
“Yukina! Genkai! I'm here,” She poked her head inside, only the find the place empty. Yukina was probably with Kuwabara; the red head had been successfully courting her for almost a month now. Genkai...most likely training somewhere in the deep woods surrounding the temple. Botan sighed, she was looking forward to speaking with her friends, but that could always wait. She made her way to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off her sandals; she needed water and she needed it now.
Genkai always kept water bottles in the refrigerator, since the tap water in the temple was untreated well-water and tasted disgusting. Cheerfully, Botan grabbed a twelve ounce bottle and chugged the entire thing in one sitting. Burping lightly, she frowned; her throat still felt like sandpaper. She grabbed a second bottle, drinking this one more slowly but still finishing within a few minutes. Her lips felt dry and cracked, and her throat only somewhat moist. Frustrated, the pink-eyed girl grabbed three bottles and once and shut the door.
She dropped two of the bottles on the dinning room table, and tossed her head back as she practically absorbed her third bottle. Once again, she repeated this process with the remaining two bottles. After consuming well over a liter of water, she sighed in relief. She felt like herself again, able to move fluidly and no longer suffering from cotton mouth.
On the other hand, she could feel her stomach swell from the water, seeing it grow larger through her kimono. Botan yawned softly, feeling quite full, and made her way to the living room to lay on the couch. As she laid down, she could feel her stomach slosh about an wrinkled her eyebrow at the noise; she really had packed away a lot, hadn't she?
Stretching out, she lazily began turning through the channels on the television before her, waiting for something to catch her eye. She fell asleep before getting to many channels in, however, snoring away on the couch as her body continued to digest her water.
The sound of rushing water and heavy rainfalls stirred Botan's bladder, making it twitch slightly in discomfort. She moved a little, lazily putting her hand between her legs as she tried to continue her nap. However, the sound of water persisted, growing even louder, and finally jarred Botan out of her sleep.
“-Hannoki Falls in the Toyama Prefecture of Japan is the tallest waterfall in Japan. However, since the water only flows from April to July, when the snow of Midagahara plateau melts, its twin waterfall, Shomyo Falls, is often considered the tallest...” Some sort of documentary on tourism spots of Japan was airing, rolling stock footage of the the rushing water of the falls and smiling faces of foreigners.
Botan groaned, shifting about on the couch, feeling her urge to pee increase quickly, but not wanting to get up. The couch was comfortable, and she was still somewhat tired. She rolled over, facing away from the television, and crossed her legs tightly. Even when the program had moved on from the Hannoki Falls, Botan's bladder persisted in making itself known. The blue haired deity sighed, finally sitting up, and groaned. Her stomach was rock hard, her bladder almost impossibly full. It felt like every drop of water she had earlier had flew through her system and was sitting in wait. She bounced in her seat as she thought about her options. She could try and go back to sleep but it probably would end disastrously. Genaki had two bathrooms in the temple, but they were both pretty far from the living room, would she even make it?
The blue haired woman bit her lip nervously; the second she tried to stand up gravity weighed heavily on her. Her bladder felt like it actually dropped inside of her, and all that water sloshing around was right at the very edge of leaking through. She squeezed her legs together and tight as she could and squirmed around trying to gain some sort of control on herself. Her lower lips tingled and for a second she thought she was already going to start wetting herself. The feeling passed, leaving her with just a dull ache in the bottom of her belly, and she sighed.
“Okay Botan old gal, you can do this!” She gripped herself with one hand and began stumbling towards the toliet. It was uncomfortable, trying to walk with her hand between her legs, and concentrating on not wetting herself was agony but she had little choice. She clenched her muscles as hard as she could, walking at a meager pace. Still her lower half would sway, and she'd have to press her fingers as close against herself as she could through the kimono. She was so full, she could slowly feel herself starting to leak, small trails of pee slipping down her legs as she walked. She moaned, trying to stop herself but unable to. The small trails grew larger as more and more pee started to leak from her tired muscles.
Finally, she felt like all her strength was gone. She started squirting into her already soaking panties, three or four second long bursts of pee coming from her. Botan whimpered, she couldn't hold it anymore, there was just no way. Even with her hands holding on for dear life, her pee started spraying out wildly, gushing through the fabric of her kimono and falling onto the floor with a deafening noise. Sobbing out, Botan finally gave in, sinking to the ground and letting the massive amount of liquid within her continue to pour out.B |
Aunt Nancy
By Dewleaf
“What are you trying to teach my children?” Bridget asked her younger sister.
“What?” Nancy looked up at her older sister with tears in her eyes. “I’m not trying to teach them anything. I just had a problem.”
The two young women were almost a world apart. Bridget was nearly thirty years old with a twelve year old boy and a nine year old girl and Nancy was a high school student at the age of seventeen who had been pawned off onto her sister for the Winter break because her parents really couldn’t stand the teen.
Bridget’s flowing auburn hair reached her shoulders and her green daring eyes pierced her younger sister’s soul making her eyes sting with same at her current condition even while the two women stood in front of Jacob and Sammy.
The four of them were at the airport, where Bridget had meant to pick up her sister so they could spend the afternoon getting reacquainted and have a good afternoon, but in Nancy’s current condition, that seemed quite impossible now. Not only was it upsetting to see her sister’s brown pants soaked in her urine for whatever reason she had, but she had trouble with her own daughter Sammy trying to explain to her and to teach her that it was unhealthy and a bad thing to let go in her pants, and now her was her aunt on display for her children to see an adult doing the same things that Sammy sometimes did.
Nancy looked at the ground wanting to crawl into a small hole somewhere because she knew that Bridget was right. Her short black hair that hung in curls clung to her forehead because of the perspiration caused by all the stares and the imagined murmur of the people that could see her. Sammy looked up at her aunt with an uh-oh surprised look in her lively blue eyes that shined, and one could only imagine what the nine year old was thinking as she seemed too stunned to say anything at the moment.
“Aunt Nancy is an adult, right?” Jacob asked his mother.
Bridget nodded.
“So, I guess that means there isn’t anything you can do about her like you would if it were Sammy or me, right? I mean, I guess it’s okay that she did that because she’s an adult, right?”
Nancy gulped.
“Well, I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” his mother tried to delay making a decision until she could talk to Nancy in private about her situation.
“But it is,” Jacob insisted. “I always thought that since you always got mad at Sammy and put her in diapers at night when she did that, that well, you might even wear a diaper yourself if you ever actually did that because you said there is really only a couple of reasons someone has a good reason to do it, and even if they have those reasons, it would be even more a good reason to put them in diapers.”
Bridget sighed.
“So, is Aunt Nancy too old for diapers? And is it fair to Sammy to make her wear diapers if Aunt Nancy doesn’t have to?”
Bridget looked from her son to Nancy. She wanted to point to what he was saying and to convince Nancy that she was responsible for confusing him.
Nancy looked shocked from her nephew who would ask such a thing about her to her sister who seemed to have a look that agreed with her son.
“Come with me,” Bridget called to the group of children. “We need to get to the car, and then we’ll discuss what to do about Aunt Nancy there.”
“If it was Sammy, you wouldn’t even discuss it,” Jacob pointed out.
Bridget sighed. Jacob was actually right, and she felt like it would be wrong not to follow through with teaching her sister a lesson so that both her sister and her children learned that it wasn’t okay to have an accident at that age, but she wondered what her sister would do about it, and if her sister might even get so upset that she’d just leave and try to go back home, or worse, try to get somewhere off to herself where she might get into worse trouble.
They walked to the baggage claim together, Aunt Nancy’s pants glistening in full view of everyone that cared to looked. Sammy, however, walked over to her aunt’s side, held her hand and looked up at her.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly as her mother was busy checking the bags for her sister’s stuff. “I wet the bed sometimes, too. Please don’t be too sad. I’ll share a bed with you, and I won’t make fun of you if you have to wear a diaper.”
Nancy looked down at her young niece, and she smiled a bit though she was still nervous about what her sister was going to do to her for finding her this way. Her parents sent her to her sister’s house because as they had said, they are just too old to understand how to deal with her anymore, but they trusted that her sister would help them teach her to do what is right.
“Thank you,” she mouthed to her niece, and then she saw one of her bags and picked it up off of the moving platform that carried the hundreds of bags in and out of the claims area for the travelers to claim.
Once they had Nancy’s two bags from under the plane and Nancy carried her hand bag, they proceeded out of the airport to the car. Nancy was uncomfortably aware of several people, some as young as Sammy and some as old as her sister looking at what she had done. It made the redness on her face deepen as she walked with her head held down towards the car.
“Jacob, you may ride in the front seat,” Bridget told her older son. “If Nancy is wet, I don’t want my front seats stained like the backseats are from Sammy.”
Jacob smiled and punched the air with victory that he was allowed to ride in the front both going to the airport and also returning home. Bridget stopped Nancy from getting in the car for a minute while she retrieved the blanket that Sammy had often sat on when she was found wet somewhere to try to keep the seat as clean as possible. Under Sammy, there was another blanket which had multiple stains on it.
Jacob looked at Nancy for a brief moment, taking in her wet pants for one last time before he climbed into the front seat to settle in. Bridget then put Nancy’s bags in the back and climbed in herself, but before even turning the car on, she turned to the back and she looked Nancy in the eye.
“Now, about you, young lady—do you think it was a good think to just pee your pants like that?”
Nancy shook her head no, tears no rolling down her face.
“Do you think I should further confuse my children by having no consequence at all?”
Nancy shook her head no knowing it was coming, but hoping that she wouldn’t be too mean about it.
“Before I decide on how to punish you for this, why don’t you tell us why you were waiting for us in soaked pants.”
“Well, I—I was scared I guess.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah, you know with all the crazy things that’s been happening lately, I just wanted to wait once I got to the airport until I saw you and we could go somewhere a little safer, but I couldn’t wait, and when I started to go to the toilets anyway, there were some strange people hanging outside them, so I decided I wasn’t going to go in there no matter what, and then it started happening and I just ran to meet you because it was… it was scary.”
Nancy had tears in her eyes, rivers down her face, and sobs shaking her body as she finished telling what had caused her to decide to wait too long.
“You couldn’t have been waiting that long though from the airplane to the baggage claim. Why couldn’t you just wait a few more minutes?”
“I had already been waiting on the plane because we were delayed in the air for like an hour, and since we didn’t know when we’d get the okay to land, no one was allowed out of our seats no matter what. I did asked the flight attendant near the beginning when the delay had been already longer than five minutes, and she only assured me that we’d be on the ground soon so I had to wait.”
Bridget looked at Jacob as if to consider what he might be thinking about this. She didn’t know if she should make an exception in this case or not. If it had only been her sister and her, she would have, but looking at Sammy, Bridget shook her head and realized she still had to teach both her children and Nancy that it was still unacceptable for the older teenager to wet her pants like that.
“Well, you know mom and dad sent you to my house so that I could help discipline you when you do something that’s, well, not exactly adult-like,” Bridget looked at her sister though her eyes shined with love, they were strict.
“Yeah, I know,” Nancy sighed. “I’m willing to do whatever you want, even let you spank me if you think I need one.”
“No, I don’t think spanking teaches you anything especially at your age, Nancy. But I am going to insist that you prove to all of us that you don’t need diapers before I allow you to go diaper free for the rest of your stay with us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sammy, get one of your diapers from your bag and let’s see how it fits your Aunt Nancy.”
Sammy, shaking a bit with nervousness, fumbled through the bag and pulled out a diaper that needed to be taped on.
“Get your pants and your underwear off,” Bridget ordered her sister. “Jacob, you stare straight ahead, and if I catch you trying to look at your aunt before she’s decent, you’ll get it.”
“Right here?” Nancy asked her sister.
“Where else can I change you? Do you want to go into the airport and show everyone in the bathroom that you need diapers and then walk out to the car in a diaper so everyone can see you?”
“No,” Nancy whispered.
“Then there is no other place to change you. Get your pants your pants off. Sammy, help your cousin.”
Sammy waited for Nancy to undo her pants and to get them halfway down her tanned legs before she pulled at the ends and helped her get them off. Then Nancy pulled off her heart-patterned panties which were soaked in urine and dropped them on top of her pants on the floor of the car.
“Lift up,” Sammy whispered to her aunt. As Nancy did so, Sammy slipped a diaper underneath her.
“Now, just pull the diaper into a comfortable position and tape the tapes,” Bridget told her. “I’ll double check your tapes when we stop, but for now, that will at least catch most of the urine if you pee your pants again. Sammy, do you need to change your diaper?”
“No mommy, I’m still dry, but I kind of have to pee.”
“Can you make it inside if I take you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if you don’t think you’ll make it, you can just wet your diaper and I’ll change you when I stop. Which do you think will be better?”
“I—I really have to pee badly. I doubt I can get in the bathroom in time,” Sammy looked up at her mommy with tears.
“Why didn’t you tell mommy you had to go while we were in there, then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Alright, well, since you are in a diaper, you can just use it. I’ll change you as soon as I can stop somewhere.”
“Yes mommy.”
They then pulled out of the parking and started for their three hour trip home. Nancy’s diaper was exposed, and now that she was diapered, Bridget didn’t care if Jacob looked back from time to time to talk to her and he had a clear view of her diaper. Sammy laid her head against her aunt and started to drift off to sleep as she felt the warmth start to spread from her privates around her diaper. |
This one kind of defies the point of link being silent, but what can I say.... its hard to keep quiet when you gotta go and what’s going to happen in this story happens lol.
WARNINGS!
Male Omorashi
Weird things happen in this story... and what's weirder is some things [like what link finds in the toilet] actually happen in the N64 game lmao.
Link's an Idiot
Unrealistic sequences may occur
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Link had been travelling for days from hyrule. He was still in the woods, searching for signs of civilization. It wasn’t because he was looking for civilization, but rather he was hoping for a place where he could find a restroom. Link needed to pee and had been holding it for about a half hour now and although the urge was not pressing, he knew it would get worse with time.
Just then, a skull kid wearing a mask knocked him down off his horse. The skull kid and her two fairies removed link’s ocarina from his tunic while he was unconscious. The masked figure started messing around with instrument and laughing.
Meanwhile, link slowly regained his consciousness. When he woke up, he saw what had happened and charged toward the figure. Unfortunately, the masked skull kid moved, causing him to fall on his face. The skull kid took off on his horse, and link had just managed to latch onto Epona’s, as the horse was called, leg.
A while later, the skull kid knocked him off and took off into the forest. Link followed eagerly, until he finally reached a cliff. Since he had been running... he was wobbling on the edge trying to keep his balance, but it was no use. He had been travelling to fast to regain his balance and avoid the fall. He tumbled into the blackness below.
When he landed, he met the skull kid who had stole his ocarina. The dastardly figure explained that he had gotten rid of link’s horse and then proceeded to curse link, turning him into a deku.
When the skull kid and her fairies left, one of the fairies was left behind. She joined link in return for getting the both of them out of there. Her name was tatl. Together link and tatl found their way to the entrance to the clock tower in clock town. There they met a mask salesman who asked their help in retrieving a powerful mask from the skull kid. Link and Tatl agreed to the man’s request.
Link was happy to finally see civilization. He still had to go to the bathroom, but alas, he was not quite sure how that would work as a deku. He decided he had to hold it until he regained his human form.
Link completed a series of tasks until the third day where he was to ascend the clock tower, his urge growing each hour. By the third day, he was bursting. How he had managed to hold it in, he didn’t know. After all it wasn’t easy trying to hold it for three days, an accomplishment he was quite proud of right now, but at the same time, too preoccupied with his bladder to care.
Link ascended the clock tower at midnight. He struggled to try to fight the skull kid, but his bladder was protesting to him fighting in a boss battle. He wanted to resist but instead ended up grabbing himself with his tiny deku hands. Tatl noticed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Why didn’t you say you had to go?” Tatl asked.
Link shrugged while attempting to hold it in. He could feel himself losing control. He was starting to dribble a little and he could feel the wetness on his hand. As he shot one last bubble shot towards the skull kid, he lost control of his bladder completely.
As the skull kid dropped the ocarina, link was wetting himself, as a deku nonetheless. Tatl facepalmed in humiliation. How did she ever get stuck with such an idiot? As link finished helplessly peeing himself, he snatched the ocarina, and remembered the song Zelda had taught him in a flashback. He played the song and they were magically transported to the first day.
When they arrived, Tatl was confused. “Hey, everything’s back how it was on the first day. And your clothes are dry too! What did you do?”
Link shrugged. He would have been more pleased that he was dry again, but unfortunately he had to pee again, just as he had needed the first day. “I guess bodily functions don’t respond well to time travel.” he thought.
Tatl then said, “Well, nevermind. I wonder what my brother Tael meant by the four who are there. He never was specific. He must be referring to the four areas outside town. We should check them out.” Tatl jumped at a sudden realization. “Oh, the Ocarina! Remember what that mask salesman said? He said if you could get what was most precious to you back, he’d be able to change you back!”
Link and Tatl headed back into the clock tower, where the happy mask salesman taught him the song of healing. The deku curse was then sealed away into a mask as link played the song and he became human again. However, the man was infuriated that link had not brought back “Majora’s Mask”. He proceeded to tell of the history of the mask and the evil it was capable of. He stated that it was imperative he get it back as soon as possible in the next three days.
The boy and fairy left the clock tower and Tatl started to lead the way to the first area outside town. Link was hesitant and he stayed where he was when Tatl flew forward.
“Uhhhm...” he muttered.
“What is it link?” Tatl asked.
“I gotta.... go....” link muttered.
Tatl replied. “You mean.... the time travel must have.... WAIT... if we went back in time that must mean.... you had to go to start with!! YOU HELD IT FOR THREE DAYS??”
Link nodded. “I was afraid of going as a deku scrub.”
Tatl replied. “Well you’re not a deku scrub now... Let’s go find a bathroom!” She wasn’t very happy with the predicament, for if they had to use the song of time again, Link would need to go every single time. At the same time, she recalled deku link holding it on top of the clock tower. She had known it was a serious situation, but she couldn’t help but be slightly amused with the child. She couldn’t explain why.
Link and Tatl searched the town for a bathroom, but they couldn’t find one. Nightfall was approaching and link was trying his best to hold it. He had been able to keep it in out of fear last time as a deku, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it as a human.
“This is useless.” Link said.
“We’ll find a restroom link.” Tatl replied. “I’m sure.”
Night fell and everything closed for the night. Link started to lose hope. “At this rate I’ll have to hold it till morning!” He protested.
Suddenly, tatl had an idea. “Hey link! The only place we haven’t checked yet is the inn, right?”
Link nodded. “But it’s closed for the night.”
“Not the roof door!” Tatl argued.
“But how do I get up there?” Link asked.
“Look! There’s a deku flower. Put on the mask and fly up!” Tatl replied.
Link was not looking forward to this. He didn’t know if he could hold it through a transformation again. But, right now it looked like his only option. Link placed the mask on his face. He could feel the pain and energy pulsing through him as he changed form. He crawled into the deku flower and flew up to the rooftop of the inn. Afterwards he proceeded to remove the mask to be human again. Just as tatl had predicted, the upstairs door was open and link had been able to get into the inn. He started his search for the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he finally found a restroom downstairs. He entered the restroom when suddenly, a hand shot up from inside the toilet. Link let a small spurt of pee out as he jumped at the sight.
“Paper! I need Paper!” the hand cried.
Link was too shocked to speak. Hands weren’t supposed to pop out of toilets. What was the guy doing down there? Did he not know he was supposed to sit on the toilet rather than climb down it? Well, whatever the case, he knew he had to do something.
“Uhmmm, excuse me sir.” he said. “I don’t have paper, but do you think you could get out of there for a minute. I really need to go!”
To his dismay, the hand did not answer. Link was shocked and confused. This was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen.
Unable to use the restroom at the inn, link continued to hold it until morning came. He had taken a seat on the stairs and held his penis to try to keep it in. Link checked the restroom now and then to see if the hand had left, but each time it was still there. When the dawn of the second day came, he checked again to find that there was no longer a hand in the toilet.
“So, what are you waiting for? The hand’s gone!” Tatl asked.
“I... I’m... kinda scared! What if he’s still in there and just isn’t begging for paper anymore?” link nervously asked.
“Oh for god’s sake! GO!” tatl yelled!
Link tried to force himself to use the toilet but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Tatl had left to try and give link some privacy, but link just couldn’t do it, even though he didn’t think he could hold it for much longer.
Time went by and Tatl came back to check to see if link was ok. She was surprised to find that he still hadn’t gone.
Link was about to pee himself and Tatl could tell. She tried to make him use the toilet, but the boy was just too scared of the hand from the night before.
She didn’t want to admit it, not even to herself, but Tatl secretly liked seeing link desperate. She was experiencing the same confusing feelings she had on top of the clock tower seeing him like this. She didnt’ want it to stop, but at the same time she knew if it didn’t stop, Link would have another accident.
Link started to let out some pee into his underwear. He knew he should use the toilet to prevent something embarrassing, but he was still afraid. Again and again, he attempted to make himself forget about the hand in the toilet.
Finally, link succeeded in forgetting the image of the hand. He had already accidentally let out enough pee to make a very small puddle on the floor. He finished in the toilet and left the inn.
“Finally you decide to go!” Tatl exclaimed. “We’ve been wasting time! We only have two days left to visit the four areas!”
“Sorry...” Link said, ashamed.
The duo set out to finished their quest. However, little did Tatl know that the “Song of Time” would be used more than once, and link would have to go again and again and again.
Edited December 20, 2011 by Haruko
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This story is based on the climatic scene in Zelda: Ocarina of Time in which LInk and Zelda must escape Ganon's castle before it crumbles on top of them. The actual gameplay of this part can be found
zeldaomo2.txt
It was the final showdown between Link, The Hero of Time and Ganondorf, the King of Evil. Zelda, the princess of Hyrule was encased in a magic barrier resembling a ruby by Ganondorf to keep her from interfering in his malevolent plans any longer and to guarantee that he could obtain both hers and Links Triforce to become the ultimate evil ruler of the world for all time. The helpless princess hovered high above them and could do nothing but watch as they fought, fearing that their world would be consumed by evil forever if Link could not defeat Ganondorf. The prison that she was in prevented her from hearing anything that was going on.
Zelda also had another pressing issue at hand that she needed to take care of soon, or face an unfortunate end. Not the end of the world, but the end of her dignity, or so she would see it as. Being encased in that evil magical barrier for so long has prevented her from relieving her bladder properly and it had been filling up during the duration of the battle. If it was anyone else, they would have disregarded their dignity and soiled their clothing during a time like this, but not Zelda. As a princess, she was brought up to not bring shame to herself, regardless of the situation; she stayed loyal to her upbringing in lieu of suppressing her increasing desperate urge to urinate. Even in the midst of a battle such as this and though she wouldn't be noticed by either Link or Ganondorf, she was extremely modest and dared not to hold herself between the legs like a young, uncivilized child would.
The princess, having to put most of her concentration on keeping all of her urine inside of her seventeen-year-old body's bladder, could only hope that Link would defeat Ganondorf soon. Not only to save the world and bring peace and prosperity to the land of Hyrule, but also so she could get to a decent place to relieve herself. `Oh Link... please hurry... there's not much time left`, she hoped to herself as she began to take notice to Ganondorf, who appeared to be close to defeat having suffered countless, promising strikes from Link's Master Sword and the sacred power of the Arrows of Light shot from his bow. Zelda couldn't pay mind to that much longer though, as the pressure in her lower abdomen was beginning to ache and she closed her eyes and fists shut tightly, trying not to give into the temptation of holding her securely shut but tiring royal-hood. Tears started to well in the misfortunate princess's eyes as she was nearly having to degrade herself to prevent from soiling her undergarments and her royal white dress, that represented herself as the Princess of Hyrule. `No... not like this...!`
The distress was excruciating for both Link and the princess, but the battle was finally over, Ganondorf fell to his knees after admitting defeat before landing face-down onto the stone ground. But the battle was only over for Link and the fallen King of Evil; Zelda was still in battle with her full bladder and finding an appropriate spot to grant her much needed relief. As she descended from the sky and the barrier around her dissipated, she felt she was only seconds away from winning her own battle, but not before speaking her mind about Ganondorf's defeat to Link standing before her.
“Ganondorf...pitiful man... Without a strong, righteous mind, he could not control the power of the gods...and...” Zelda was immediately cut off by a loud noise.
The tower under them had began to tremble violently and collapse. She became disheartened that she now had no choice but to hold her urine even longer so she could escort Link out of the crumbling structure; being on solid ground now made that a tad bit easier for now... She had no choice anyways, it wasn't safe for her to pull up her dress and release her pent up liquid nor could she abandon her duties as the leader of the sages.
“Link, listen to me! This tower will collapse soon! With his last breath, Ganondorf is trying to crush us in the ruins of the tower! We need to hurry and escape! And remember that this Zelda fan-fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org” Her voice shook from desperation as she spoke to Link. Desperation of escaping and of keeping her panties dry.
“Please follow me!” She shouted as she dashed down the stone path on the outside of the tower and Link followed quickly after her.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Zelda to contain her urine as they ran at full speed to escape the crumbling castle and felt like she was going to lose all control when she had to jump over a gap in the broken path, but thankfully kept it somehow. They arrived to a entryway to the castle, but it was blocked by strong, steel bars. It was too far to jump off of the castle ledge and survive, they had no choice but to traverse through the collapsing tower to escape. Zelda needed to use her magic to remove the blocking bars in front of them. `Ohh... please don't come out..!` She hoped as she raised her arms and put forth the effort needed to cause the bars to ascend into the upper part of the frame. Her hope was not enough though and Zelda felt a small spurt of urine escape her bursting bladder and damping a tiny spot in her silky Sacred Panties. `Noo... stop...` The suffering princess did what she thought she'd never have to do again since her childhood, grab herself between her legs tightly to stem the flow of her pee.
Zelda gained back control, but felt ashamed for doing what she had to do to keep from losing all of her bladder's contents. There was no time for remorse though and she continued to lead Link, who seemed to be unaware of her predicament at that time, to safety. Inside the tower, rocks fell from the collapsing ceiling's structure and landed around the two as they darted through the only available pathways, while the others were blocked by rubble from the falling floors. She could feel her bladder leaking small drops of urine every second as she ran from one ruined room to the next connected by nearly broken stairways, barely supported their weight from the devastation on the castle's support. At this point, she was more worried about both of them getting out alive but still put forth her best effort to keep from fully wetting herself.
They were near the bottom floor of the castle and Zelda's panties were already damp with urine that escaped her bladder's clutches. Having to lift bars up to progress through the castle that was collapsing even more every second didn't help, nor did the large stone pieces of the castle that were falling around her, missing her by mere millimeters. They were in the last room of the castle now, just one more stairway and they would be exiting the castle, and Zelda could finally get to a safe spot to relieve her sore and overflowing bladder that had been bursting at the seams for the entire ordeal. Zelda ran towards the door that lead out to the last bit of the castle, leaking pee the entire time, when suddenly she was surrounded by a ring of fire. She screamed as she stopped in her tracks, just before the flames could charbroil her to a crisp. `What is is this?! What's going on?! Ohh... I can't hold it...` Her thoughts dwelled on the spurts of urine jolting out of her as she was clutching her entire opening through her dress and bouncing in place while crossing her legs. She hadn't got the chance to stop running, not that it was helping now anyways.
Meanwhile, Link was fighting off two stalfos that were the cause of the prison of flames around the bursting princess. Link had fought them many times before, but the crumbling castle was making the fight a lot harder as they were pressed on time to make it out of the structure before they would be crushed under the rubble. Defeat for them came though, as expected from Link and the flames around Princess Zelda dissipated, revealing to Link the predicament Zelda was in. He ran over to her and guided her by the shoulder to the only available exit. “Thank you, Link. Now, let's hurry!” She had lost a bit more urine than she had hoped to, but most of it was still pressing down on her burning pee-hole, begging to be released. The tiny bits of pee that Zelda was losing at almost every dashing step didn't even matter anymore, they were seconds away from escaping the falling tower. Out in the corridor, Zelda lifted the bars leading out to the bridge as quickly as she could, barely keeping control of her pent up urine and they passed the bridge. A redead was there to greet them, but Link dispatched of it before it could lock him in place with its stare.
Finally, the last door just up the final set of steps were just ahead. Link and Zelda darted towards it, dodging any rocks that were falling from above with high hopes that they were going to make it outside alive. There was just one last set of bars that Zelda needed to lift with her magic and she did so, putting all of her effort and strength into it. It was necessary this time as these bars were a lot more stubborn then the previous ones but this also caused her to lose all control of her bladder muscles and all of her pee began gushing out of her with great pressure and she doubled over, clenching herself as tightly as she could. `No... I'm so close...` She tried desperately to stem it off but it was no use, she was now fully wetting herself. Link had to pull her out of the way of the falling stones and they both ran outside, far away from the crumbling tower. Zelda's urine continued to jet out of her body with great force for quite a while as she dropped to her knees, her hands still between her legs and tears streaming down her face. Relief came to the poor princess but not in the way she wanted it to. it felt heavenly to her to finally release all of her pee that she had been holding for a while, longer than she ever had to before. But she was still ashamed of herself, and humiliated.
Link lifted her up by her arm as her pee came to a trickling halt and she stood up in her puddle of pee, attached to its trail leading to the collapsed castle in front of them. Link and Zelda, in her now fully soaked panties looked towards the remains of the castle.
“It's over...it's finally over...” Zelda said, through her broken up voice. She looked up to Link, shamed that she had an accident but at the same time relieved that they escaped the tower just in time. Link reassured her that there was no reason for her to be ashamed. She did all she could to hold on while at the same time, greatly aiding their escape from the castle. Just as Zelda was beginning to feel better about her accident, a loud rumble came from the remains of Ganondorf's castle. As Link rushed over to examine the rubble, a large ring of fire appears around the island, which was hovering over a vast lake of lava. The rubble in front of Link explodes and Ganondorf rises from what was supposed to be death, hovering in front of Link. Using the Triforce of Power, Ganondorf becomes a large, pig like creature known as Ganon, duel-wielding 2 large swords that he swung through the air and knocking Link's Master Sword straight out of his hand, behind the flames and into the ground next to Zelda.
Another long battle awaited Link, and Zelda was sure she could aid him again. This time without any distractions at all. |
Higashi High School Stories:
Chapter One
Saki and Haruto
By Dewleaf
No one would have expected Saki Ichikawa to get into Higashi High School because though she had the brains for it, the school was intended for Japan’s elite class. No commoner had ever applied to go to this school ever before, and that could only spell trouble for the out of place commoner.
Saki parked her bicycle in the garage of cycles, and that was when she noticed the first clues that there must have been some kind of mistake. Her bicycle was perfectly normal for the average high school in Japan, but as she looked around the garage, it seemed mostly full of motor bikes and scooters. It didn’t look like anyone at this school owned a regular bicycle.
One of the girls locking up her scooter next to Saki noticed her bike and she pointed it out to two others.
“That’s so cute! That girl has brought a toy to school.”
The other girl laughed with the girl that pointed it out, and Saki looked down at her toes thinking that perhaps she’d just take the bus from now on. She picked up her black bag, her black hair hanging down her slender face like straight strings. Her amber eyes shined and her hands had power as they flung the light book bag over her shoulder.
The students walked towards the gymnasium of the four story school building as was the custom for the first day of school. Obviously, the students would learn which teachers they would have this year for their home room in the school wide meeting, and the principal would tell them what to expect this year at school.
Saki walked with the other girls, now looking the same as the rest of them for now for she had the same sailor top with a dark blue jacket and a lighter blue blouse with a flap that hung over her shoulders making her look like a sailor. A dark blue skirt covered her gray and pink striped panties and her thighs, just an inch or so above her knees.
“Hey,” a girl had caught up to walk with her. “My name is Hiroko. What’s your name?”
“Saki,” the young lady blushed at being addressed by someone. She had hoped at least one of her friends would have gotten in the school, but it seemed that no one from her old junior high had succeeded in getting in the school.
“What an elegant name!” Hiroko exclaimed. I like it.
Saki blushed even deeper. “Thanks.”
The students walked into the school grounds and Saki found her student number in the third class of the first years. She walked to the place where they lined up her group of students, and took a seat on the floor. All of the students were in the gym feeling the cool breeze of the cooler from the luxurious gym fanning their heat stricken faces.
“Wow, air conditioning in the gym,” Saki mumbled to herself just loud enough that Hiroko heard her.
“Why wouldn’t there by?” Hiroko asked her with a wrinkled eye as though to say it was strange to think it wouldn’t be so.
Saki shrugged. She had never seen air conditioned gyms in her elementary or junior high schools. She thought it was probably impossible to cool the gym though she knew that some modern schools had air in the classrooms.
The principal approached the podium after bowing to it and making the multiple greetings to the students, the staff, and the front on his way. His behavior wasn’t much different from any other principal. His hair was short and graying. He wore a suit with a rose in his right pocket.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he stared his usual start of year speech. “Welcome to Higashi High for another year. Though some of you might not realize it, it would be in your best interest to actually pay attention to your professors this year as a lot of things have changed.”
The other students rolled their eyes. They rarely listened to the teachers as the teachers rarely had anything important to tell them outside of classes. That was what it meant to be a teen. You knew everything, and your teachers only knew what they taught. Your parents, well, they live in yesteryear, so nothing they say now really applies.
Saki listened as most first years would, but the second years and third years were already quietly chatting when they didn’t think anyone was paying attention to them.
A student went up to the stage after the principal had finished talking about something that didn’t interest anyone, and even Saki had missed it because her peers were being a bit loud talking about what they were expecting from this year.
“Is it true there is a tea room?” she asked one of the first years in her class.
“Of course. You act like a foreigner,” one of the other students informed her. “How can you not realize we have a tea room and air conditioning in our school?”
“Maybe she’s from a foreign country,” one of the other students whispered.
“Maybe she’s a commoner,” Arisa nodded to the others. “I heard that commoners endure the heat and cold even in their classrooms with maybe a propane stove in the winter, but the gym is always uncomfortable.”
“Where did you hear that?” Hiroko asked as though shocked and not quite believing.
“Commoner?” Saki whispered to herself very quietly. “What kind of school did I get into?”
The students were allowed to follow their new teachers to their new classrooms where they would be able to unload their bags and where they would spend most of their academic days at school.
Saki took her seat as the teacher had assigned it, and started to put her books in the desk there. Her skirt sat loosely over her legs, making her seem very much grown up the way she sat. She folded her fifteen year old arms across her chest and listened as the teacher started the business of getting the year underway.
“So, first, we will need class representatives,” he looked enthusiastically around at the thirty students in the room. None of them seemed excited to volunteer.
“So, would anyone like to nominate him or herself, or maybe a friend?” the teacher asked his eyes rising in hope that someone would take a bite.
The students seemed to pretend the teacher wasn’t there. No one looked at him directly for fear of being called, and no one made any attempted to get noticed. Saki sighed.
“Then, maybe we should just randomly choose,” the teacher said disappointed in the students. “So, how about I ask the first boy for a number, and that will be the girl, and we’ll ask the first girl for a number, and that will be the boy representative.”
The students all nodded in agreement that it seemed fair that way.
How it could have ended up that Saki was a class leader along with Haruto, she didn’t know, but at the moment she didn’t complain. She just walked to the front of the class when the teacher called them up.
“Then, leaders, you will be responsible for assigning class jobs and making sure your classmates keep up in their studies.”
Saki and Haruto nodded.
(Expect some strange things in the coming chapters which lead to Saki peeing her pants for her rich classmates' amusement). |
Higashi High
Chapter Two
The Class Toy
Just after Haruto and Saki were made the class leaders, four seniors came into the room to give the students a tour of their new school and to explain how things worked. The homeroom teacher smiled, and he waved for the seniors to take over.
“Right,” one of the seniors began. “My name is Miyuki and as I’m in charge of this detail, you will all do as I say and keep up. The other three are here to make sure you don’t get out of line.”
No one seemed to argue with her.
Saki stood and Haruto stood back against the blackboard while they waited for the seniors to organize their class into two lines of the smallest to the tallest, one line of boys and two lines of girls waiting by the door. Then, they were placed at the front of the lines because they were the class representatives.
The class toured a very large campus that included the main office and class rooms, two gyms with heating and cooling systems, something that Saki couldn’t help but feel impressed by, and yes, even the school tea room.
“You are sophomores, so you are to go no further into the tea room than this red line,” Miyuki explained. The juniors are allowed up to the yellow line, and we seniors have full run of the tea room. Oh, the exception will be the servers which will change from week to week.”
Miyuki waited for the sophomores to catch up to what she was saying before going on, looking intently at the leader’s eyes. She then pointed at Haruto. “Ask the boys if they have any questions.”
Haruto nervously turned back to look down his line of silent boys. No one said a word so he looked back and shrugged.
“No! I told you to ask them. If you are a class leader, you should lead! Now ask them the right way.”
Haruto sighed and turned around again. “Does anyone have any questions?”
No one said anything.
“No questions.”
“Good,” Miyuki said. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she ruffled his hair and smiled at him kindly. “Now, you, girl, ask the girls.”
Saki, already a little intimidated by her peers’ earlier remarks, turned and started out in a very quiet voice.
“Does anyone have….”
“No,” Miyuki scolded her until her face burned with embarrassment. “You are NOT a mouse! No one could hear you that way. Now turn around and ask them right!”
Saki turned around and started again. “Does anyone….”
“Louder!” Miyuki said screaming in her ear.
Tears rolling down Saki’s face, she yelled this time. “Does anyone have any questions?”
Some of the girls giggled at her discomfort and shook their heads no.
“Good girl,” Miyuki sneered. “You cannot gain respect by being a mouse in this school. So, as I was saying, the only ones that can ignore the lines are the servers. Each sophomore class will donate three girls on two week rotations to the tea room. Any class that doesn’t give us three girls on any given week, will be reported to the tea room chief for an appropriate penalty.”
The first year high school students didn’t seem to let what Miyuki said bother them, none of them, that is, except Saki who thought it was wrong. Still, she didn’t say anything. She was already making a bad impression as it was.
“Okay, well, as your tour is over, I’ll take you back to your classroom where you can decide who the first three tea room staff will be.”
Saki and Haruto were dropped at the front of the class again, this time without a teacher or senior student to direct things.
“Let’s make Saki one,” Yuri called from her seat. Yuri was a girl with very straight brown hair, pretty almost yellow brown eyes, and a very light complexion. “Saki is a logical choice because she’s a commoner.”
“If she’s a server this week, I’m not going to join her,” another classmate called out. “I don’t want to be lumped in with being a commoner like she is.”
Saki felt her heart sinking and her confidence waning. She knew that she wasn’t from the elite class of parents, but she also knew that her parents were decent people, and that she was probably a better person than any of these spoiled pigs. Still, it was nothing to get in a fight over. Knowing the way things were, she’d probably be blamed.
“Fine,” Haruto agreed. “Saki will be a servant girl, but we have to have two more girls if we don’t want our class to suffer any misfortune at the hands of senpai. Besides, we have to have someone watch Saki that she doesn’t cause us any trouble.”
At that, the other students nodded, but that just made the girls less excited about being servants with her. Who wants to babysit a classmate?
“You’ll have to choose,” Eiji, a boy with short spiky hair finally declared to Haruto. “No one will take Saki seriously from now on, and none of the girls are going to agree.”
Haruto nodded.
“Fine, then let’s settle it this way,” Haruto told the girls. “Everyone will have to babysit Saki to make sure she doesn’t cause us any trouble at different times during the day. So, those that don’t want to be bothered with watching her during tea time, will have to watch her during classes and other activities including lunch time or club time. We boys will get together, and make up a preliminary list, and then if anyone wants to change times with another classmate, you will bring yourselves to me and I’ll decide whether you are allowed to change. That will be the most fair way of doing it.”
(Yes, most fair is NOT the correct grammar way, but it is the way I hear young people talk):
The girls sighed and started talking among themselves while the boys stared making plans. Saki just stood at the front of the class like she was on display, a little afraid of going to her seat. Finally, the bell rang for the first period to end, and the students knew that the second period teacher would be up soon.
“You can go to your seat,” Haruto said to Saki. “We’ll decide on a babysitter for you later.”
Saki started to leave the room when three girls followed her out. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see Yuri, Kana, and Aiko staring at her. Yuri looked like a strong leader, Kana looked like a powerful and muscular girl, though having a bit of fat to back that up only helped to make her look bigger, and little Aiko looked more like their lap dog, standing quite a bit shorter than even Saki herself.
“Where are you going?” Yuri asked her with narrowed eyes.
“You heard Haruto and the others. You have to be watched that you don’t cause any trouble, and you just left without even looking to see who your babysitters are.”
“I don’t need babysitters.”
Kana pushed shoved Saki with both hands and Saki fell to the floor landing on her butt with a painful bump.
“Don’t talk back,” Yuri towered over her, looking down at her with disdain. “You will stand up and walk back to class, or there will be trouble.”
Saki pushed herself off of the ground, and as she rose from a kneeling position, she looked Yuri in the eye. “I’m going to the bathroom first.”
Kana pushed her down again.
“You will go to the washroom, when we have babysitters assigned to you, and when those sitters are not inconvenienced by your trip.”
Saki looked up at them. “Why? Why are you treating me like this?”
“You are a commoner. Commoners always skip school, cause trouble for their classes, and we can’t really trust you not to graffiti our walls or break our toilets, now can we?”
Saki sighed. “Fine, let’s go to class.”
Saki didn’t have to go that badly anyway.
The second period went smoothly, the teacher explaining to the students about the books they’d be using and some of the projects they’d have to work on. Then Saki looked over at the boys.
“Have you decided on my watchers yet?” she asked trying to be polite.
“Not yet, have a seat.”
“I’m going to the bathroom, so either assign someone right now, or I’m going anyway.”
Kana and Yuri stood up. All round the room, every girl stood up from her seat. “If you disobey us, we will make you regret it,” Yuri said with a smirk.
“Do you know whose cigarettes these are?” Marie, another tall girl, this one with flowing hair down to nearly her butt produced a pack. “They are yours, if you try to leave this room. Everyone in this room will agree with me.”
Saki gulped and sat back down in her chair to wait for the boys to finish with the schedule, meanwhile, the third period came upon them about thirty minutes later. No had yet been assign to the tea room, and they had missed their first chance of going because the whole class was afraid of turning up without servers assigned.
Saki started to feel her stomach shooting pangs of warning across her abdomen. She really had to go soon, whether the boys were finished assigning her watchers or not. Maybe the teacher would let her go?
Saki rose her hand while he was half way into the explanation of the opening class.
“Yes, Saki?” he consulted the seating chart.
“Excuse me, but may I go to the lady’s room?”
“Are you not a teenager?” he asked her.
Saki looked down and nodded.
“Then can you not just quietly slip out of class without asking me such a ridiculous question?”
Saki looked up at him in surprise. She had always been taught to ask permission first.
“Go and from now on, don’t wait there like little robots or scared children piddling your pants, just go to the wash room and come back. The only time I will stop you is if you are taking a test.”
Saki nodded and stood up to leave the room, but then Kana also left her seat and chased her down.
“You are getting annoying,” she called as she pushed the girl from behind.
Saki looked up at her after rolling over to her back so she could see who her attacker was.
“Do you want to fight?” the very heavy set but muscular looking girl looked down at the girl that was nearly half her size. Do you?”
Saki shook her head no, tears starting to come to her eyes.
“Then go back to the room,” Kana said smirking. “You can go once we decide who your babysitters are.”
Saki and Kana returned to the class, Kana smiling at the teacher, and Saki just looking down with moist eyes. She was trapped here, and she wondered if she shouldn’t just see if she could get into another high school. The likeliness of that though, after the students had been decided, were very slim. She would probably have to wait until the following year, and then she would probably be rejected by any good high school.
Saki sat in her chair, her legs starting to bounce a bit. She didn’t really hear anything that the teacher said to her. She couldn’t concentrate except on her full bladder. Inside her body, she could feel the fight coming on. On one team, her muscles were imagined as these girls in red uniforms, blocking the way down the tube to her vagina, and on the opposite end of the field, were these yellow uniformed girls starting to run towards them.
Saki shook her head. That image was no better than a waterfall or something else that made such sounds. Come to think of it, she thought she did hear some water being poured in the background, but looking around the class, everyone seemed to be watching the teacher.
Saki gritted her teeth and looked up at the teacher to try to catch up to what he was saying, but within her body, the liquid in her bladder had already caused it to swell like a balloon, and the other droplets of liquid had no space to squeeze into the bladder making her kidneys hurt a little. There were tears in her eyes, but she rocked a bit in her chair and continued bouncing and rubbing her legs together to keep the liquid inside where it belonged.
Kana watched her from a corner of her eyes. Saki knew that she was watching though she didn’t seem to look directly at her. The fluid in her bladder was starting to inch its way down towards the tubes that led out, and on the other end, were a wall of muscles sucking up the spaces between them so the liquid couldn’t get out. It felt as though the muscles had to stretch out like gum being pulled from between teeth to fill the positions, but these being muscles, would eventually tire.
The clock on the wall ticked loudly in Saki’s ear, and then she thought she heard water pouring again, but again, as she looked around, she couldn’t see who was doing it. Was it her imagination? Her legs were already a non-stop pumping machine that also rubbed against each other, her left hand was now starting to reach and pull at the front of her skirt, trying to decide whether to slip the fingers further up into her skirt to help plug the open hole that would eventually leak the waters from within.
The wall was starting to feel the strain, and Saki could imagine, like with gum that is pulled too far, that holes were forming in the wall, and the water was rushing towards those points. Though the sides of her tubing tried to slam shut against the trickling water, she could feel a little of it slide down her tubes and out into her panties dampening them.
She shoved her hands tightly up under her skirt and between her legs to plug it up. She couldn’t afford to pee her pants right in front of the teacher, and even in front of her cruel classmates. She had to fight it off so that she didn’t look like a little kid. She knew that getting up would only make Kana come after her, so she was stuck, sitting there, pee slowly dribbling into her panties.
Finally, the period ended, the teacher still seemingly blind to Saki’s playful movements. After all, she did go to the bathroom, as far as the teacher knew.
“Please, assign me someone now,” Saki looked over at the boys, her hand shoved into her skirt and trying to keep her panties from getting anymore wet. “I really can’t wait.”
“Fine, for fourth period and lunch, Yuri, Kana, and Aiko,” the boys told her.
Kana stood up and walked over towering over the girl.
Saki looked up at her with tears in her eyes.
“Well, if you have to go that badly, let’s go. I don’t want to miss the start of fourth period.”
Saki stood up shaking badly as she tried valiantly to keep the wetness inside her tubes. She hobbled towards the door, the others laughing because she was holding herself, and the boys got a free look at her pink and gray striped panties as she left the room.
The girls came into the bathroom, where there were plenty of other first years going, and Saki could only hold herself in front of them and wait for a toilet feeling a bit more leak down her left leg. She had spurted a bit in her panties, and she was getting really scared it was all going to come out when a stall door opened, and she was pushed in by Kana.
Kana didn’t leave her in peace though. She watched, and Saki too desperate to care, yanked her skirt and panties down and sat on the toilet. Then Kana noticed the wetness.
“She peed in her panties,” she told the whole bathroom.
Some of the girls giggled at it. Some of them walked out of the bathroom with disgusted faces, and a couple held their heads in sympathy shame for the girl. No one challenged Kana standing there, though, and Saki pulled her skirt and damp panties up to leave the stall.
“Wait a minute,” Kana said.
Kana flipped up Saki’s skirt so that those in the bathroom could see the back of her bottom, the gray and pink a little darker near her crotch than in the rest of the panties.
“She peed in her panties,” she said again.
Yuri walked up next to Saki while Kana still held her skirt so everyone could see. “You peed? When did you do this?” she asked the girl.
“Just before I got in the bathroom,” Saki said not really remembering exactly when it started.
“Well, I don’t know if this news will reach the boys or not, but you can bet I’ll tell them if you fight make things difficult, understand?”
Saki nodded.
“Good, let’s go back to class.” |
Link had awoken late that morning, realizing he only had 2 minutes to get ready and show up for class. It was the first day of school at the Knight Academy in Skyloft, and the first day always had an impact on your reputability in terms of punctuality and reliability. Link couldn’t afford to show up late.
There was no time, not even to have breakfast, nonetheless, Link had awoken with a familiar pressure in his lower abdomen. Alas, he realized he wouldn’t have time to go before class, so he held it.
Now, classes at the Knight Academy could be anywhere from a standard 1 hour lecture to 3 hours of hearing Instructor Horwell go on and on about flight techniques. There were also days when students would get to perform in the field, either learning sword techniques hands on, or flight practice with their Loftwing, giant birds that let them soar through the skies.
Link stepped into the classroom on the first floor. When he saw Instructor Owlan, he suddenly remembered which class this was. It was the three hour class he had enrolled in called “Dangerous Plants 160”. As the time frame realization hit him, he cringed, remembering his bladder. It would be a while before he could go to the restroom.
As the instructor droned on and on about Deku Babas, mythical flowers that supposedly were found in a world below the skies, Link fiddled with his pencil. It had been a half hour and his need to pee was already growing. It wasn’t too bad yet, but he knew it would get worse as they approached the end of class.
Closer to the end of the lecture, it was time for an oral quiz. The instructor would ask questions to the class, and the students who were asked would be awarded points for their answer. This would be a test to see who had been paying attention.
“According to ancient textbooks, Deku Babas supposedly come in two basic kinds. Can anyone name what they are?” Asked Instructor Owlan. “How about you Link? What do you think they are?”
Link had started staring out the window trying to forget that he needed to go to the restroom, and bad. His need had grown significantly in the last 2 hours and he desperately needed to get out of class as soon as possible.
“Huh?” Link said. He had not been paying attention to what was going on at all.
“Link, the question was: What two basic kinds of Deku Babas are there?” Instructor Owlan replied.
“Oh um...” Link said. He didn’t know the answer because he had been distracted by his predicament. “I... don’t know sir.”
“Link that is not an answer. Please try again. Your answer does not have to be correct. Just try!” Explained Instructor Owlan.
“Umm...” Link could barely take it anymore. The pressure had built up in his bladder so bad that he seriously considered holding himself right there in class to keep it in. He felt like he might lose control at any time. “Lets see...” he continued.
Just then, link felt a small spurt of pee leak into his pants. He immediately grabbed himself to hold the rest in.
“Sir, can I go to the restroom please?” Link asked, avoiding the initial question as this was a more pressing matter.
“You can if you answer the question first.” Stated Instructor Owlan.
Link was sure the whole class was watching him grab himself through his clothes now. He felt his face turn slightly red as this realization hit him. Link struggled to think about what the answer to the question was, when he noticed Groose was staring at him.
Groose didn’t have his normal look of, “I’m the best, the rest are losers” on his face as he watched Link. Link would have throught Groose would have gotten some amusement out of this seeing as they were rivals, but instead Groose kind of looked sympathetic.
“It’s ummm...” Link didn’t know what to answer to the question and he was about to lose control of his bladder. “Instructor Owlan please... I really have to go to the restroom!’ He blurted out. Another trickle of pee slid out of his penis.
This time Groose raised his hand as Link begged the instructor for permission to go to the restroom. “I’ll answer the question instead!” He said.
“I asked Link, Groose.” The instructor replied.
Groose pulled out a piece of notebook paper and wrote something on it. When the instructor blinked, he slid the paper onto Link’s desk. It read:
Link only read that much before bolting out of the room as fast as his bladder could handle without losing it. Instructor Owlan called him back but link wasn’t listening. He was only five steps from sweet relief.
Just then, Link felt the instructor’s stop him by grabbing onto his shoulder. As link jerked to a stop, his hands shot to his privates as he squirmed in front of the instructor. “Please let go,” he said, “I can’t hold it!”
Pee started running down link’s leg as he begged the instructor to let him go. He was losing control, and could fully be seen by Groose at this angle, who had left his seat to come help when he heard the commotion.
Groose walked up to Instructor Owlan and muttered, “Just let him go. He’s really gotta go!”
Owlan let go of Link’s shoulder, realizing Link had already let a little pee out. Link dashed toward the restroom, but he couldn’t get there fast enough. He was right in front of the door when he felt a warm liquid against his hands. He let go of himself, realizing he was wetting himself.
Link stood there in shock as his clothes became soaked with his urine. Groose and Instructor Owlan were watching as well.
Link slowly and reluctantly turned back toward’s his professor and Groose. His face was redder than his crimson loftwing’s feathers. Instructor Owlan turned back to classroom, not wishing to deal with the situation. He instead returned to the rest of the class, and asked another student a question about the lecture.
Meanwhile, Groose stood there with link outside the classroom. Link wanted to run away. It had been humiliating enough wetting himself in front of his instructor, but Groose was the last person he would have wanted to see him like this.
“You ok?” Groose asked.
“Uhhm..” Link said. Why was Groose being so nice? It wasn’t normal. The Cowlick haired boy should be laughing his head off and then telling the entire town what happened.
“Yeah, I know this is out of character for me... That’s what that second part of the note was saying. It’s just...” Groose said, “I’ve been made to look like a fool and embarrassed before. I may not like you cause Zelda should be mine, but that doesn’t mean I’m heartless, k?”
Link looked at Groose, not quite believing what he had heard. Groose? Not Heartless? Link pinched himself to check if he was dreaming. He felt the pain of the pinch, so it was real.
“You’re really sticking up for me?” Link questioned.
“Yeah...” Groose said. “But if you dare tell anyone about this... I’ll take your balls, and tie them to the flagpole!” Yup, that was the Groose Link knew all right, except for the nice part.
“Ok, I won’t say a word.” Said Link as he ascended the stairs to go take a shower.
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Bonus Section:
Whoever’s interested can read Grooses full note below.
Answer to Instructor Owlan’s question: Deku Babas come in two basic kinds, vertical mouthed and horizontal mouthed.
Edited December 21, 2011 by Haruko
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Georgia flicked her long blonde hair back as she strolled into the school gates, proudly showing off her new designer handbag to passerby's. Georgia was a 14 year old girl with beautiful beach blonde hair. She had brown eyes and an amazing smile, which exposed her perfectly formed teeth. She ruffled her collar and pulled up her skirt as she walked into the Social Area to find her friends.
"Georgia!" her friend Shannon called to her. "Over here."
Georgia put her bag down by her locker and skipped over to Shannon. Suddenly, Dylan and his mates charged into the Social Area, mud covered across their already dirty clothes. Dylan had blonde hair, similar to Georgia's and had green/blue eyes.
"You should've seen us Shannon," Dylan said with a tone of humour.
"I'm sure I should've," Shannon replied, her voice littered with sarcasm.
"C'mon lads!"
Dylan and his gang charged back out the door and outside. Georgia looked through a window and saw them belly-flopping off grass banks, rolling in the filth that the recent rain had caused.
"They're idiots," Georgia exclaimed.
"I know, but it's kinda cute watching them."
"What? How can you think that's cute? I don't understand some people." Georgia's voice trailed off as the bell rang, signalling all the students to grab their stuff and go to their form registration, where after that, they spent the remaining half hour socialising.
After form registration, Georgia and the rest of her form group exited their form room and headed to their first lesson: Maths. Georgia was nearly at the door to the Maths room when she felt a small twitch in her bladder. She was quick to shake it off and entered the classroom.
"I want you to do the exercises on page 36 to 39. You should know what to do. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask."
The class opened their textbooks to the pages that the teacher had ordered them to.
"Fractions. I hate fractions," Georgia whispered to Shannon.
"Damn right. I'm pretty sure you speak for the whole class when you say that."
Georgia felt another twitch in her bladder, but ignored it. The thought of hard work managed to help her forget it. However, half-way through the lesson, Georgia felt more urine filling up in her bladder. She wasn't really desperate, so she decided she would go on the way to her next lesson. But ten minutes later, her bladder started to fill up even more. Georgia still decided that it was best to hold on. There was only twenty minutes left. Suddenly, Dylan let out a massive belch, causing the class to erupt in immature laughter, and a small dribble of urine to leak into Georgia's black panties. She quickly squeezed her crotch, trying hard not to let any urine escape, but no more came out. It just must've been the element of surprise that made her dribble a little bit.
"No homework tonight class," the Math teacher announced to the class, causing the class to be sweeped in relief. Georgia quickly packed up her books into her designer bag and ran out the classroom, dashing to the direction of the girls bathroom, only to be swept away by a swarm of seniors exiting a classroom.
"Shoot!" Georgia cursed under her breath. She then felt a warm sensation down in her panties. Realising that the knock must've caused her to pee a little bit, Georgia grabbed her crotch and attempted to run to the toilets.
"What are you doing?" Georgia's science teacher said. "You need to be in class now. Go!"
The teacher pushed her in the direction of the science lab. Georgia swore at the teacher under her breath and walked to the lab in a strange movement.
Georgia crossed her legs tightly, trying to hold back what felt like a flood. More urine spurted into her panties and then leaked down her leg. She then quickly threw her hand down her skirt and squeezed her panties as tightly as possible. She started to feel liquids around her panties. It didn't feel like she was peeing, so it must've been sweat from all the desperation.
"Ok, if I just position myself correctly, I might be able to get up and ask the teacher if I can use the loo."
Georgia was just about to stand up when a voice whispered "can you help me on question 5?"
It was Shannon.
"Erm, I'm stuck on that one too. I was just gonna go and ask the teacher now."
Georgia stood up, only for more pee to fire out of her urethra. She waddled over to the teacher's desk and asked in a hushed voice, "please can I use the loo?"
"No," the teacher replied, "this is revision for an important test. You can't miss any of it!"
"Fine," Georgia skulked back to her seat, not wondering if she could hold for much longer.
"Did she say anything?" Shannon asked.
"No, stupid cow, said we have to look it up in the textbook," Georgia lied.
"Crap."
Georgia had forgotten about her desperation until a long spurt of pee dribbled into her panties. She jammed her hand into her crotch in an attempt to get out of class dry. She made sure no-one was watching her as she used her spare hand to try and do her work, but she couldn't concentrate on her work, only on her bladder.
The sound of the bell was like heaven to Georgia. She leaped off her chair, only to notice a small puddle on her chair.
"Crap, I hope no-one notices that."
She sprinted out of the door and dashed through the hallways, hand in crotch.
"Yes, almost there!"
Georgia's heart skipped a beat when she saw the long line outside the toilets.
"Aah, what am I going to do? I can't wet myself. The school is massive, the next toilet will be at the other end of the school. I've only got one option."
Georgia darted outside, pee running down her legs. She ran onto the field and ducked behind a bush. Her bladder was aching so much now, she had to let it out. She let go of her crotch and quickly tried to pull her skirt down, but it was too late. Her pee started leaking out in spurts first, then in multiple dribbles, before finally forming a stream. It soaked her panties completely and started leaking down her skirt. The pee then started filling up in her black cotton panties and then leaking out onto the muddy field. Her skirt soon became an ocean of urine. Georgia was now in tears. How was she going to hide her wetness? Her question was the answered when it started to rain, soaking Georgia completely in a mix of both rain and urine. She then felt relaxed and started peeing again, causing the rain puddle underneath her to become diluted in yellow. She then quickly ran inside, trying to avoid getting even more wet than she already was. |
Title: Let Go
Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though.
Type: Yaoi
Pairings: Elricest
Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest.
A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme.
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Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and--
“Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over.
Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse.
Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not.
Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there.
But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain.
“No, no!” he hissed, panting.
After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all.
So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be--
Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug.
“You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.”
Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine.
“I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said.
“Why're you up?” Edward asked.
He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions.
“A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it.
Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips.
It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother.
“How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words.
“B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that...
“Does it hurt?”
Edward wasn't going to make this easy...
Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen.
“It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him.
“E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained.
For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets.
“Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now.
Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening.
“I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?”
That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified.
“I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.”
“N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now.
After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell.
Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine.
Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out.
Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen.
With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed.
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My first and only attempt at writing omorashi outside of some RP. I wrote this back in April 2010, so it's kinda old. /o\
Hope you guys like it~ Comments are love! :D ♥ |
This account goes back a few years ago when I met three of my work collegues at a customers site for training staff with respect to a new product.
I commuted direct to a train station near the site, where i'd be picked up by the three sales girls, Amanda, Linda and Mai.
Mai was an asian support worker, about 25 years old. She had long jet black hair, average looking girl. Amanda, the new boss, 49 and Linda 27 were both western woman.
Mai wore a black pin striped skirt suit and tan tights, and at the request of her boss wore black high heeled sandals. Mai usually wore black flats to work, but with Amanda's new promotion, she insisted that as Mai was the main customer support worker, she should start getting used to heels to create a good impression. Mai hated them, but Amanda was very persuasive. Mai had a kind duck walk, leaning forward slightly, and some of the other girls would tease her about it. Today, she knew she could be on tiptoe for up to 14 hours and was not exactly looking forward to it. Linda was at the office already and teamed up with Mai, walking down to the company foyeur to meet Amanda. Linda wore a dark green trouser suit, with hair tied back in a bun. As they were walking towards Amanda, Linda started walking on tiptoes and had a devilish grin on her face, then pouted her lips, she must have been taking the pee out of Mai having to walk and stand in high heels all day. “I’m sure glad I don’t have to wear heels all day Mai” said Linda. “Seeing you in heels, Mai, almost arouses me. I bet the balls of your feet are burning though?” No I’m fine Linda replied Mai.
Which was totally ridiculous, as every time Mai had a chance, she’d raise the ball of one foot up, just to get some temporary relief. Ok ladies, said Amanda, just as Mai was about to walk off. We need to get going straight away. They proceeded to the car park down the back stairs, Mai’s sandals click clacking as she went downstairs. Amanda had worn a skirt suit too, but with black flats. I was just admiring your legs, Mai, said Amanda as Mai walked down in front of her. Nice tight calves! You’re still teetering a bit, hopefully you’ll get used to it. You’ll have to get used to it Mai, said Amanda laughing, just as Mai lost her balance slightly, arms going like windmills until she could re-steady herself. Mai blushed.
Getting in the car, Mai sat in the back, middle seat with Linda on one side and Amanda drove.
After about an hour, they were getting near the train station to pick me up. Amanda did most of the chatting, looking in the rear view mirror at the girls occasionally. She could get a glimse of Mai’s tan tighted knees as they were high up due to awkward position she was sitting in due to the heels. Mai gave an occasional involuntary spasm movement in her seat which Amanda noticed. Are you OK Mai? I’m quite fine replied Mai. Linda straight away replied, I hope your not getting nervous. No no I’m fine. At last they arrived. I hopped in, squeezing up next to Mai. Amanda wouldn’t allow us in the front. As we drove off, I’m sure I could feel Mai’s buttock trembling slightly. Anyway after 10 minutes linda and I also heard the the faint tapping of the ball of Mai’s sandals. Mai then called out to Amanda. Could we stop at the next services as I need the loo. To which Amanda replied. Darling, why didn’t you go before we left? Well, I started to head off to the loo before we left, but I was shy to hold you ladies up. That was over an hour ago Mai. Can you hold or are you busting to go? To which Mai replied, actually, I’ve been breaking my neck to go for the last half hour. Linda replied, I thought you seemed uneasy in your seat for a bit.
Well look Mai, there is one more rest stop just ahead in 20 minutes. Thanks said Mai.
After a few more minutes, Mai began to rythmatically pump the balls of her feet up and down a few times. A sort of pivoting back and forth on the stiletto. Followed by a few spasmatic clenches of her buttocks.
Mai, sandwiched between two girls was frantically busting to go to the toilet, but knew relief was coming soon. As we neared the services, Amanda practically put her foot down, driving straight past. Mai couldn’t believe it. Hey, I thought you said I could use the toilet? Amanda, glanced back in the mirror. Now listen Mai. Today, you’ll hang on ‘till the first training session is complete. I don’t care if you’re busting to go. In this job, a lady should be able to hold it in, all day if necessary. Girls, don’t make that mistake. Mai, your’e going to earn your keep this morning.
I could see a tear appear in Mai’s eye, probably because she knew she’d have to hang on for about 2 hours. I hate it when I’m dying to go said linda. Doesn’t your head get hot Mai? I’d rather not answer Linda, said Mai. Stop teasing her girls. She’s obviously breaking her neck back there. Said Amanda.
During the training, Mai stood at the front slightly behind Amanda, who conducted the session. Anyone could see Mai’s awkwardness shifting from one foot to the other. The discomfort of busting to use the toilet and standing in high heeled sandals was no joke for Mai.
Even if Mai tried to stand still, because she was trembling, her ankles wobbled in spasms in their high thin stilettos.
During the break, Mai, myself and Amanda headed for the ladies. Down the corridor, you could hear the high pitched tic tacking of Mai’s sandals a mile off. Luckily there were three cubicles when we got there. Mai practically slammed the seat down, shut the door and after a bit of stuttering around on those heels, Mai slumped on the seat with a thud. Letting out a sort of fart and hissing, forceful stream into the awaiting bowl beneath her. She peed like a racehorse, making such a loud noise as her hot pee hit the water. She peed for over 90 seconds, followed be a series of short bursts as she fully emptied her swollen bladder. As she came out to wash her hands, Amanda looked at Mai. Mai blushed. You know Mai, I could have let you go back then, I just couldn’t be bothered to stop. Said Amanda letting out a giggle. Seeing you busting to go all morning, dressed up like that was actually arousing. Mai whispered under her teeth, bitch.
Mai was just about to change to some flat shoes she’d brought with her, when she her Amanda say, keep the heels on honey. |
From my very early childhood, I have always been something of an outcast amongst people my own age. As a young girl, I preferred the tangibility of books and stability of equations to the illogical, imaginative games the other children played; and as a teenager I would sooner stay in and study than go out shopping or to the movies. On top of this, I carried with me a secret which caused me to come across extremely guarded and unsociable. This caused my peers to reach the conclusion that I was something of an oddball, and though I was never bullied, I never really made any friends.
It wasn’t until university that all this changed; and this change came in the form of a bright, bubbly blonde named Regan. Though the antithesis of myself, we somehow became close friends in a very short amount of time, and she quickly tried to integrate me into her group of friends. From the first time she acknowledged me, I knew I wanted more from Regan than a platonic relationship; but self-doubt caused me to meticulously hide this from her. This story begins near the start of our unlikely friendship, when Regan persuaded me to accompany her and a group of her friends on a camping trip to a seaside village not too far from our university.
***
“I think that’s completely ridiculous,” I said for the third time, “If we go that way, we’ll be walking up steep hills perhaps sixty percent of the time on uneven ground and it’ll slow us down considerably.”
“So your alternative is to go all the way round there?” Rick snorted, tracing his finger over the route I’d suggested, “It’ll be midnight by the time we get to the campsite!”
“You’re not listening,” I began to argue heatedly, but before I could continue, Katie cut me off with a loud groan.
“Would you just shut the hell up, Cassie?” she said to me, “If we stand here arguing it’s going to be midnight by the time we get to the campsite anyway! Let’s just go Rick’s way, I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about.”
“Fine,” I said tersely, turning to the group at large, “Let’s put it to the vote. All those in favour of following Rick’s route, say “aye.””
“Aye,” everyone chorused immediately, and I turned to Regan incredulously.
“Seriously?” I growled, “You’re trusting his judgement over mine?”
Regan shrugged a little guiltily. “I just want to move,” she confessed, “Katie’s right: if we don’t come to some sort of agreement soon, we’re not going to get anywhere.”
“Fine,” I said furiously, grabbing my rucksack and hoisting it onto my back, trying to ignore Rick and Katie’s smug grins. “Whatever. Let’s go, then.” And with that, I began stalking off in the direction Rick had suggested without bothering to check that the others were following.
As we walked, I listened to the others chattering blithely behind me, but didn’t add any of my own input: I was still angry that everyone had taken Rick’s side over mine. After a while, I reached behind me to touch the two-litre bottle of water in the side pocket of my rucksack. I’d told myself that I’d try not to drink much, knowing that my small bladder was likely to prove an issue during this trek, but it was reaching midday and the sun was beating down heavily on us, causing me to feel uncomfortably hot and dehydrated. Eventually, I pulled the bottle of water from the side pocket of my rucksack and took a careful sip. The water tasted better than champagne as it slipped easily down my dry throat, and I was unable to prevent myself from taking several more greedy sips.
Just as I had known we would, we soon came to the bottom of a series of steep hills. I sighed loudly, knowing that we were in for a difficult trek, and took one further gulp of water before setting it back in my side pocket and beginning the arduous climb.
We hadn’t even reached the top of this first hill before Katie began complaining. She was wearing a top with spaghetti straps, and predictably, her rucksack was rubbing against her bare shoulders. I rolled my eyes to myself and continued to plough my way up the hill. Upon reaching the top, I paused to glance behind me and realised that the others were a considerable way back. As I waited for them to catch up, I took the opportunity to check the map. Horrifically, my bladder was already beginning to feel uncomfortably full and I wanted to see if there were any rest stops nearby. There weren’t though, of course, as Rick had taken us completely off the road and into the middle of nowhere. I sighed, and replaced the map. It wasn't urgent yet, anyway, and although I was aware of the fact that my bladder was considerably smaller than that of most, I was confident that I could wait until we’d reached the campsite.
After about another ten or fifteen minutes had passed, however, I was beginning to think otherwise. When I checked the map, it was clear that we hadn’t made much headway- undoubtedly due to the fact that we’d been walking uphill most of the way- and it would be a long while before we got anywhere close to the campsite.
My need to relieve myself was now a constant, nagging pain in the pit of my stomach, and- as I paused at the top of another hill to allow the stragglers (Katie and Mark, namely) to catch up, I found myself pressing my thighs together in an attempt to suppress the pressure building inside of me.
“Can’t you walk any faster?” I grumbled, when Katie and Mark finally arrived at the top of the hill, red faced and out of breath.
“Oh shut up, Cassie, my shoulders are killing me,” Katie snapped immediately, “And I’d like to see you try walking with tent poles banging against your legs.”
“You volunteered to carry the poles, Katie: nobody forced you!” I reminded her; and she scowled at me.
“Well, I’d like to suggest a rest,” Mark said, taking his rucksack from his shoulders and tossing it to the ground where he sat down wearily.
“We don’t have time for rests,” I told him tetchily, “We’re behind schedule as it is, due to certain ingenious ideas.” I glanced at Rick.
“I’m all in favour of a five minute rest,” Denny said, dropping down beside Mark and easing his rucksack from his shoulders.
“Me too,” Katie said, joining them on the ground.
“We don’t have time!” I repeated, but my protests were futile: now everyone was sitting down and taking off their bags.
It was a good ten minutes before I was able to get them moving again, and by this point I was pacing up and down impatiently. My urge to urinate had violently increased, and I really needed to get to that campsite as soon as possible.
“Finally,” I muttered, as the others reluctantly began to climb to their feet, returning their bags to their shoulders. “Let’s get moving again.”
“Hold your horses,” Rick said, as I began walking away. “I need to take a slash before we make a move.”
“You’re not serious,” I grumbled, as he headed off in the direction of some nearby bushes, and was quickly followed by Adam, Denny and Mark. I crossed my legs nonchalantly as I waited for them to return, thinking resentfully about how easy it was for guys to relieve themselves in public while us girls had to suffer.
Finally, we were moving once more, and Regan and Denny started up a song as we walked. I couldn’t hide from it now: I was desperate for the toilet. Every step we took, the waistband of my khaki trousers pressed into my bladder, and I kept needing to pull it away from my stomach as I walked. I was beginning to lag behind with the stragglers too: my need to urinate was making my steps smaller as I fought to press my thighs together as I walked.
After another half hour had passed, I had completely moved from the front of the group to the back, and was even lagging behind Mark and Katie. Every step uphill was a struggle against my bladder, and I needed to focus every little bit of energy on not urinating then and there. Then, all of a sudden, an immense urge to pee- right that moment- came upon me. I ground to a halt, and crossed my right thigh over my left, sucking in my breath through my teeth. I felt a surge of pee press against the very edge of my labia and ground my thighs harder together; and finally the urge went away, allowing me to continue walking. I was in a panic, however: it would be at least half an hour before we reached the campsite and I wasn’t sure I could wait that long.
When I caught up with the others, they were all taking off their bags once more.
“What’s going on?” I frowned.
“We’re having another rest stop,” Regan told me. “Just for a minute or two,” she added, when my expression betrayed my annoyance, “Lexi and I need a wee, is all.”
“Oh.” I came to a stop just short of them and shifted my weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
“Right, come on then, Lexi,” Regan said, throwing her bag into the pile with the others, before looking from me to Katie and cocking her head to one side expectantly, “You two coming?”
“I will,” Katie said, moving to join the other two girls, “Only, no peeking, Rae!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Regan giggled, then looked at me, “Cassie?”
“No thank you,” I said, bobbing up and down once awkwardly, as my bladder gave another uncomfortable twinge.
“You sure?” Regan asked, casting an experienced eye over my posture.
I nodded firmly, trying to prevent myself from squirming in front of her. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“As you please,” Regan said, and she hurried off into the bushes with the two other girls. I crossed my right thigh over my left and bobbed up and down several times as the thought of the other girls relieving themselves came to mind. I was so desperate to do the same- but I just couldn’t with those other girls nearby. I had never relieved myself out in the open before and was seriously doubting my ability to do so without humiliating myself. On top of that, urinating in front of the others would involve exposing my most private area to the other girls, and I simply didn’t trust them enough to risk doing that.
When they returned, full of giggles, I was clenching everything to prevent myself from hopping from foot to foot in abject desperation. Hold on, I told myself, as a flood of panic came over me, causing the pressure to increase violently, We’re almost there now.”
As we began to resume walking, I surged ahead, almost running, in an attempt to hurry us closer to the campsite. But this fast pace immediately caused my bladder to moan and spasm, and I involuntarily let out the smallest amount of urine into my underwear. It was only with superhuman effort (and a brief press with my hand between my legs) that I managed to prevent myself from having a complete accident.
“Hey, Cassie!” Regan was running to catch up with me, and I quickly whipped my hand back to my side before she saw. “Slow down, chick. You’re leaving the others behind.”
“It isn’t my fault they’re walking so damn slowly,” I complained, my hand straying back across my thigh. I hoped Regan would fall back with the others once more- I needed some kind of physical pressure between my legs to prevent me from wetting any more now, and I couldn’t press my hand to my crotch with her next to me.
“Still, we need to find a medium pace that we can all walk at,” Regan said fairly, and to my dismay she stayed at my side. I clenched my jaw and tried to press my thighs together as I walked, trying anything to keep my pee firmly inside my body. “What’s wrong anyway, Cass?” she asked then, “You’ve been really quiet for a while now. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, panicking as another huge burst of desperation raged through me. Once again, I couldn’t quite hold everything back, and felt a little trickle of dampness seep into my underwear. Quickly, I stopped walking and bent down, pretending to be adjusting my shoelace as I rubbed the heel of my other boot firmly against myself.
“Are you sure?” Regan bent down beside me, dropping her voice to a whisper. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you need to pee. Are you too shy to do it outside? I’ll stand guard so nobody can watch.”
I felt my face flush scarlet, and ground my heel harder against myself. “I’m fine, Regan,” I insisted, entirely mortified by this conversation, “I didn’t relieve myself back there because I didn’t need to, not because I’m goddamn shy!”
I climbed swiftly back to my feet as if to emphasise my point, and immediately felt a gush of urine shoot out of me the second I took the pressure of my heel away. I crossed my legs hastily, and ferreted frantically in my side pocket for my map, which I pretended to be perusing as I bobbed up and down in an attempt to regain control.
“Yeah, we seem to be going in the right direction,” I said decidedly, as though I had truly been consulting my map.
“Great!” Denny said brightly, catching up to me along with the others. “So that stile we need to go over should be over there somewhere, right?”
“Stile?” I tried to look at the map properly, but I couldn’t focus. I hadn’t the slightest idea where we were, let alone where we needed to go. My need to pee was all-consuming now, occupying every part of my brain.
I began bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, and my left hand drifted back to my thigh. While keeping most of my hand on my thigh, I moved my first two fingers so that they were between my legs and pressed hard, still bouncing uncontrollably.
“Oh, give me that,” Rick snapped, and grabbed the map from me. He perused it for all of two seconds, before pointing to a clump of trees some distance to the left. “Yeah, that’s where we need to go,” he said confidently.
I continued to hold myself in this discreet fashion as we began to walk once more. I took the lead again, this time with Rick by my side, and tried to increase the pace as much as I could. As I walked, I couldn’t refrain from wriggling and squirming, and I was terrified that I might have an accident any second, humiliating myself in front of everyone.
As we reached the stile which we needed to climb over, my bladder squeezed against itself severely, and I found myself doubled over, my entire hand shoved between my legs now. I’m going to wet myself, I thought desperately, I can’t hold it. But then seconds passed, and I hadn’t let a drop more out. As the others approached the stile, I took a deep breath and managed to regain control of myself, reluctantly removing my hand from between my legs lest anyone should see.
One by one, they climbed over the stile, until only Regan and I remained on this particular side.
“Cassie, please,” she said then, turning to me determinedly, “I know you need to pee. Just go somewhere, please. For me?”
I wanted to protest that I didn’t need to relieve myself at all, but I was unable to stand still, shifting my weight from one foot to the other repeatedly, and my hand was straying dangerously close to my crotch again, plucking at my trousers at the thigh. It was obvious that I badly needed to pee.
“Alright, I do need to use the toilet,” I told her in a low voice, “But it isn’t that bad. I can easily wait until we get to the campsite.”
And with that, I swung my leg over the stile and began to climb over. As I did, my bladder protested violently, and to my horror, I found myself beginning to pee. In desperation, I ground myself into the fence at the top of the stile and pressed as hard as I could, forcing the wood to apply pressure where I needed it most. I let out a soft moan as I finally managed to cut off the stream of urine, it was so painful. My legs were trembling with the effort of holding on, but somehow, I managed to prise myself away from the fence and down the other side.
I had to stop and hold myself again then, and as I did so, I felt my hand encounter wetness. I looked down, a sense of foreboding creeping over me, and realised there was a wet spot the size of a small plum at my crotch.
“Please, Cassie,” Regan was back at my side, and I immediately whipped my hand from between my legs, beginning to walk once more. My bladder throbbed and moaned violently, but I forced myself to concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other, my mouth a thin line of steely determination.
This field was entirely open- no trees at all- and it wasn’t until we had minced our way into the middle of it that I lost myself completely. The others were way ahead now: I had fallen behind so much. A massive rush of desperation consumed me, and I suddenly realised that I couldn’t take a single step further. I ground to a halt, bending forwards at the waist and pressing my hand between my legs, my feet scissoring up and down uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Regan was beside me- I had almost forgotten that she was there. She laid a gentle hand on my shoulder and put her lips close to my ear. “Just do it, sweetie,” she whispered, and then undid the fastening at the front of my rucksack and gently eased it from my back.
I shook my head frantically. I couldn’t just relieve myself here: not in an open field, not in front of Regan.
My urine was trying to break free with each sharp, shallow breath I took, my bladder throbbing relentlessly. Then, suddenly, a huge rush of urine stubbornly forced its way to the very edge of my labia, causing the pressure to increase to more than I could take.
Then my body seemed to overtake my rationality, and I felt my right hand moving to the top of my trousers. I didn’t dare remove my left hand from its position between my legs, so I began- my hands sweaty and shaking- to undo my belt with just my right. Due, probably, to my trembling hands, this seemed to take a ridiculous amount of time, and I was nearing tears as I worried I would never get my belt undone. But then, miraculously, the buckle had been unlocked, and my button was the only barrier before relief. I had to pause then, and shove both hands hard against myself, jumping frantically from one foot to the other. Just hold on, I begged my body silently; just hold on for a few more seconds.
Taking one deep steadying breath, I quickly let go with both hands, undid my button and zip, and pulled my trousers and knickers down. I had barely pulled them to the middle of my thighs when my bladder finally gave up on me, and I began urinating uncontrollably. I managed to spray a considerable amount into my knickers before I could wriggle them out of the way and get into a squat. Then I could do nothing more than remain crouched, my legs trembling as incredible relief drew over me, and soak the dry ground with my pee. After what felt like minutes, but must have been less than thirty seconds, I remembered- completely mortified- that Regan was still standing beside me. My cheeks on fire, I quickly covered myself with my soaked knickers and damp trousers. I glanced down at them and found, to my horror that there was a melon-sized wet patch at my crotch and streaks of urine down one leg all the way to my ankle, and that both my boots were soaked.
I was completely humiliated. Not able to look at Regan, I managed to mumble: "I- I’m sorry. That’s never- I mean, I couldn’t-”But not entirely sure what I intended to say to her anyway- what did one say in that situation?- I didn’t complete the sentence. I had just completely exposed everything to Regan, and had managed to soak myself in the process. I had never felt so utterly mortified in my life, and stared miserably at the ground, my arms instinctively folding across my chest as though for protection.
“Hey,” Regan said softly, lifting my chin with her hand and forcing me to look into her crystal blue eyes, “It’s okay. All better now, right?”
I nodded slowly- I did feel better. “But- but you must have seen-” I felt my face flush scarlet, “Did you look-?”
“As if I would,” Regan said, but her eyes sparkled mischievously as she did so, and she grabbed my rucksack from the floor and placed it back on my shoulders. “Now let’s catch up with the others.”
I shook my head in confusion, too stunned to even ponder her words as I found myself involuntarily pulled forwards.
“Regan, wait,” I said, grinding my heels into the ground, “I- I don’t want them to see...” My voice trailed off stupidly, and I used my left hand to indicate my wet trousers.
“Well that’s easily remedied!” Regan said with a flash of her dazzling smile, and she pulled her water bottle from her bag and- pointing it at me- squeezed it several times.
I looked incredulously down at the damp patches she had created all over my attire. “Seriously?”
“Yup!” she handed me the water bottle, “Now your turn to wet me.”
Smiling slightly as I cottoned on to what she was doing, I gently squeezed the water bottle until Regan’s shirt and shorts were sufficiently damp.
“There,” she said happily as I handed the bottle back, “We had a water fight and nobody need ever know otherwise.”
I looked at her gratefully. “Thank you,” I said sincerely, and she smiled and reached for my hand.
“You’re most welcome, sweetie,” she said, and it was like that- hand in hand- that we continued to walk. |
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THE WRESTLING MATCH
"Finally." Amy said as the small black truck they had been riding in for two and a half hours pulled into the parking lot of the big arena.
Mark looked over with a smile and gave a most ridiculous impression of the Great One, "Finally, the gang has come back to Chicago!" This made Amy giggle.
"Yeah, yeah, now maybe we can finally get out of this truck!" Shouted David, who was currently cramped in the back with his girlfriend, the buxom brunette, Jessie.
After driving around for a bit, they managed to find a parking space and they all piled out of the truck, stretching out a bit before they started walking toward the entrance.
Mark passed out the tickets and they all took thier place in the massive line in front of the entrance, all talking excitedly about the show.
It took a few minutes before they started to realize that the line wasn't moving at all.
"So, how long until the doors open?" Jessie finally asked.
Marked looked at his cell phone, "Right around an hour, closer to fourty-five minutes." He said.
"Why are we here so early, then?" Jessie asked.
"Um, you know, so we can get here early enough and beat the real crowds..." He responded.
"Yeah, it's just a tendency of his. Mark likes to get to a place either at the last second or really early." Amy explained, "It's cool, we can just hang our for a while."
The group stood around, not really talking that much as they waited for time to pass. It was much more chilly out than it was when they left. The short-sleeved wrestling T-shirt Amy wore really didn't help her that much. Jessie's long-sleeved blue shirt helped some, but she was still cold.
"I really wish we hadn't arrive so early." Jessie whispered to Amy, trying to be sure the boys didn't hear, all the while twitching around.
Amy had just throught she was shivering from the cold, however. "Oh, well, you know, it's not that bad." Amy responded.
"Yeah, but I really have to pee, I have since we got here!" Jessie said, urgently bouncing around.
Amy looked around, watching to make sure the boys, particularly Mark, weren't listening in on their conversation. Amy then looked over and noticed the semis parked out near where they were standing, "Well, you could just go behind one of those trailors if it's really that bad."
"Ew, no!" Jessie shouted, suddenly looking around to make sure no one heard her. The boys were looking, but it didn't seem that they knew what she was talking about, "I can't do that," She whispered again, "I'll just hold it until we get in."
"Ok..." Amy said. She had been to events like this before, if you didn't get to the bathrooms right after you got in the building, you'd be waiting for a while, and Jessie didn't have nearly as strong of a bladder as her.
After another little while, the doors finally opened and the line started moving. The ticket checks were really quick, so the line was moving fast, but there were also a lot of people in line.
"Come on, come on!" Jessie repeated trhough grit teeth. This caused Amy to laugh, it's funny when it's not you having the problem, not that Amy didn't have to go, but just not nearly that bad.
Finally, the group got up to the gate, got their tickets scanned and got inside. Jessie looked aorund to find the bathroom but was interrupted.
"Let's find our seats first before we do anything else. He was messing with the spinning WWE logo chain he wore to these events very nervously. Ths kid really did not do well in a large crowd.
Jessie reluctantly accepted and they fought the crowds over to the seating area. They handed their tickets to one of the arena staff and they took a few minutes to find their seats. The seats were in the middle of a row, but they were in an awesome space. Off the ground floor, but with a perfect view of the ring.
After they got their stuff set down, Amy and Jessie took off to find the nearest bathroom before the show began. As Amy predicted, there was long line, all the way out the door, waiting.
Jessie was bouncing around and again constantly repeating "Come on, come on!" She had her legs held tightly together, it was clear she was desperate.
Amy was not, so she just told Jessie she was going off to try and get a T-shirt and then left to wait in the line, or rather cluster, at the merchandise booth.
After a while, they met back at their seats. Well, Amy, Mark, and David did, Jessie was still waiting for her turn in the bathroom. The music hit and the warning against using video recorders and all the other boring legal stuff that no one actually listened to. Then the warm-up dark matches began.
Meanwhile, Jessie was still desperately waiting in line. She had heard the music start, but she was so close and had to go so bad that she couldn't just leave now. A door opened, finally, it was her turn next, now someone just had to hurry up. Jessie firmly clutched her hands between her legs to try and help her hold it in, she was groaning from the pain of holding it in. Suddenly, there was a shot of pain, she felt like it was all just about to burst out.
Finally, a door slowly creaked open and Jessie ran in. Jessie quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her pants and underwear and sat down. She let out a loud, shuttering sigh of relief as she heard the pee trickling into the toilet bowl, it felt so good. Jessie looked down and noticed something, there was a small, but noticeable, wet patch in her blue panties. A second longer and that would have been more than a little patch, though, so it wasn't that bad.
As the second dark match between two random wrestlers that everyone there would forget about until they maybe had an actual match a year or so from now, Jessie came walking down the steps to her seat, a strange look on her face.
"Everything alright?" David asked as he got up to let her into her seat.
"Yeah, it's fine, just sorry that I missed the first match." She responded.
"You didn't miss mutch." Mark shouted over at her.
Then, they began taping the internet show, NXT, for Tuesday night. As they began one of the gimmicky obstacle courses for the show, Mark and David got up. "We're going to the concession stand before the real show starts, you girls want anything?" Mark asked.
Jessie just shook her head and said "No" but Amy asked them to bring her back something to drink.
Right around the time the first NXT match began and the crowd was chanting "Boring" Mark and David came back to their seats. Mark handed Amy a very large cup of pop, and David gave Jessie a cup of similar size filled with pop.
"I didn't ask you to get me this." Jessie said, quizzically.
"Yeah, but with all the cheering you'll be doing, you know, not at this, but at the real show, you're going to be glad you have it." David responded.
"Oh, thanks." Jessie responded as she slowly sipped away.
After that boring part of the night, the real matches began. By the time the opening theme hit and the fireworks went off, Jessie had drank nearly a fourth of her drink, and Amy nearly half.
Amy shifted uncomfortably as she sat down after the opening rally from the crowd. She was starting to feel something, but she should be alright for the night once the action began.
The show began with a usual, fairly exciting, hype promo to get the fans ready for the night, then it moved straight into the opening match.
The promo and match were oddly exciting for an opener and Amy was cheering a lot and loudly, she took to chugging her soda at any point she wasn't cheering to quench her parched throat. By the time that was all over, she only had a little bit of her pop left, under a quarter of the original amount.
From there, the matched calmed down, but they were still mostly enough to distract Amy for her ever-filling bladder.
Pretty soon, Amy had drank all of her first cup down. She shivered as she felt the sudden, increasing strian on her bladder.
Mark took note of the empty cup and asked if Amy wanted him to get her more. It was only fourt-five minutes into the show, so Amy figured she would want to drink more later. She answered him, slowly, hesitantly, "Um...S-sure."
Soon, a video package came on to fill time as the ring crew got everything ready for the next match. Mark left during that time to go to the concession stand. Amy thought of leaving to go to the bathroom, but she spent too much time weighing whether she had to go bad enough to risk missing the next match and the show returned before she had a chance to get up.
As the next wrestler began to walk out, Mark returned with the large sized cup of sloshy, sugary, liquid for Amy. Amy accepted it, hands shaking a little, and took a small sip before setting it down. With that sip, she realized that she needed to go more than she thought, it was pretty bad!
"Hey, Mark?" Amy whispered, loud enough to get her attention, "When's the intermission?" She asked.
"There is no intermission." Mark responded. He had forgotten, this was the first time
Amy had been to a live taping, she wouldn't have any way of knowing that. Mark looked Amy up and down quickly, then turned his attention right back to the ring.
Amy was having a little trouble focusing during the next promo segment, partially because it bored her, partially because she really needed to use the bathroom. Amy then looked over and saw Jessie nearly doubled over in her seat, trembling a little bit. One of Jessie's hands was clutching the empty cup that was filled with soda a little over an hour ago, her legs were crossed, pretty firmly from the looks of it. Amy heard a slight whimper from Jessie.
"Are you alright?" Amy asked, fairly certain of the answer.
"Yeah," Jessie answered, "I just really need to use the bathroom." She added, clearly straining to hold it in.
"I do, too," Amy assured, "We can go during the next video package, it shouldn't be too long, now. And there shouldn't be much of a line." Amy said.
Jessie nodded her agreement to the plan.
Amy was right on one account, after a brief segment that could liberally be described as a "match" the arena went dark and another video package started, a commercial for the game that had already come out.
Amy and Jessie excused themselves and got up, having to fight their way down the row to get out. They then climbed the stairs to the nearest exit and dashed off to the nearest restroom. It turns out Amy was wrong, however, that there woudn't be a line. It wasn't as much as before the show, but there was a significant line between the girls and their sweet relief.
The crowd started cheering, indicating that the show was starting once more, but the girls resolved to stay and get relief before going back to watch the show.
That was, until they plainly heard "Cult of Personality" start playing, the entrance theme to one of their favorite wrestlers, CM Punk. Amy and Jessie looked at eachother for a moment, the vicious conundrum obvious from their faces.
Finally, they just said "forget it" and left to go back to their seats.
The promo and subsequent match proved quite entertaining. It distracted Amy and Jessie as much as they could be distracted, as desperate as they were.
After the match, Jessie asked if Amy wanted to try for the bathrooms again. Amy looked at her phone, there was only about half an hour left in the night, she felt like she could hold it, and Jessie didn't want to leave by herself, she might get lost in the crowd.
What Amy hadn't taken into account was that she was drinking more of her pop during the last match, and more and more of that liquid was working its way through her system.
By the time the main event rolled around, Amy and Jessie were both incredibly desperate, but it was the last match, the main event, they couldn't just leave now.
The match dragged on for what felt like hours to the two bursting girls. By the middle of the match, Amy had her hands firmly placed between her legs and her legs held together, trying to be subtle. Jessie, on the other hand, was nearly doubled over in her seat with one hand firmly held between her crossed legs, she was constantly twitching, she couldn't hold still.
Finally, the match ended and there was a few minutes of rallying the crowd, then a thanks for being such a terrific audience, and the show was over.
The group filed out of the arena slowly, the people didn't move very fast and some didn't seem to understand that it works better when people moving one way are in one place, rather than in a giant cluster of humanity all going different directions.
"Hey, can you guys wait? I really have to use the bathroom." Jessie asked, tyring not to sound too desperate, but it was still clear in her voice, and even clearer from the way she was standing, both legs together and one hand pressed down on her crotch.
"No, that's a bad idea." Said Mark, "There'll be a massive line, it'll just be quicker if we get back to the truck and get out of here, then we can stop at a rest stop or something on our way out."
"Alright." Jessie reluctantly agreed.
They again fought the crowd to get out of the arena, then walked through the dark parking lot to find the truck. Everyone piled in, not without a bit of effort and struggle, and tried to take off.
It took a few minutes before they could even back out of their parking space, then traffic moved very slowly, it took forever for them to even get out of their row.
Jessie, unable to contain herself any longer, shouted "Come on! Hurry up!" Not sure of what that was supposed to accomplish.
"Can you please be quiet?" Mark shouted, getting very testy, not at Jessie, but at the traffic.
"If you really have to go that bad, you could always jump out and pee in the parking lot, I'm sure there's plenty of spots for it." David joked with a chuckle.
Mark couldn't resist but to add in his voice with a slightly less aggitated, and quiet "Yeah." When Amy heard this, she turned and glared at Mark, partially for mocking Jessie's desperation, partially because that statement was almost like catching Mark staring at another girl.
Despite Mark's request, both girls were groaning in pain by the time they managed to slowly file out of the parking lot. After a short while longer, they were back on the road and the traffic was quickly clearing up.
"Can we please stop somewhere soon?" Amy asked, bouncing in her seat.
"Just wait," Mark answered, "We can stop at the rest stop just outside the city, we'll be there in, like, five minutes."
"I'm not sure I can hold it that long!" Jessie shouted from the back seat.
Mark looked a little troubled and sped up. He may like to see girls wet themselves, but he didn't want anyone peeing in his truck, it could stain, or at the very least, soak into the seats.
For the next few minutes, Jessie sat in the back of the truck, hunched over, both of her hands placed between her legs, gritting her teeth. It was clear to see from the spots on her knees that her eyes were watering, she was crying from the strain of holding it in.
Amy wasn't fairing any better. She was writhing around in her seat, both hands firmly placed between her legs, which where tightly wound around each other.
After what felt like forever, the blue sign indicating a rest stop came into view. Mark turned onto the ramp. As he slowly drove up the ramp, the girls were bouncing around, groaning from shear desperation, they were so close, they couldn't lose control now.
Marked parked right out front and he and Amy jumped out, they then let Jessie and David out of the back. Jessie went running to the bathroom, stopping every few steps to stop a sudden spurt from escaping. Amy took off quickly to the bathroom, but hers was less of a run and more of a fast waddle. Amy thought she could feel some escaping, but she couldn't waist time stopping to try and hold it in.
Jessie made it to the bathroom door then took off, taking her hands from between her legs and going to work on the button of her jeans. She quickly dashed into the first open stall and pulled her pants and panties down as quickly as she could, sitting down on the toilet and sighing with the massive relief, it actually felt incredibly good to let it out.
Amy managed to get to the door and walk into the bathroom, but, as soon as she did, a massive shot of pain hit her. Amy tried to quickly make it to the stall, but her bladder was worn out. Amy couldn't move, she was trembling as the urine leaked out, dampening her underwear and overflowing to her jeans. The dark spot on the front of her jeans gradually grew and a loud hissing noise filled the air.
Amy looked around and quickly ran into the stall, but it was no use, she couldn't stop it. Amy, not really thinking, just sat on the toilet, wetting herself through her jeans. When she was done, Amy did all she could to try and clean herself up, but the damage had been done, her pink panties were thoroughly soaked through, and the waist area of her jeans, as well as her inner thighs, were completely soaked, there were even a few dark streaks the rest of the way down her legs.
Amy sat there for a second, in shock from the complete embarassment of this situation.
After a while, she walked out of the stall and saw Jessie standing at the sink, she seemed to be wiping something off her jeans with a paper towel. Jessie then turned around, there was a clear wet spot on the crotch of her pants, it was pretty big, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what Amy had to deal with.
After exchanging looks of mutual shame, they decided they couldn't just stand in the bathroom all night, so they walked out. Mark was standing out in the main room of the rest area when they walked out. He turned around from pretending to be interested in the maps of Illinois and looked at the girls, it took him only a second for his expression to change to a combination of shock and enjoyment.
"What happened?" He asked, walking up to Amy, his eyes still not shifting from her very wet jeans.
"What do you think happened?" Amy asked, trying to sound agressive, despite her massive embarrassment.
Mark nodded, "Right, right," He said, half paying attention. He then looked at Jessie, "You, too?"
Jessie just shrunk back and blushed. Amy spoke up for her, "It wasn't as bad as me."
Mark shook his head then raised his gaze to actually look at the girls, "It's not a problem," He said, "We can set down some plastic bags or something, my truck will be fine, and we can just take you girls straight home."
A few moments later, David came out of the men's bathroom and met up with the group. It took him longer than Mark, but still not too long, to look around and realize something. He looked at Amy, then looked down. David started laughing, "Mark, I think your girlfriend wet her pants."
"Yeah, maybe." Mark said, with an annoyed glance and a sly smile at David, "But no one's going to know about that, you're not going to tell anyone."
"Why's that?" David asked, looking at Mark, a little afraid of his response.
"Your girlfriend had her own problem during this trip." Mark said, "But, aside from that, I know some things about you that are much worse than that, you get what I'm saying?"
David backed up a step and had a very worried and embarrassed look on his face, "Right, right, no one needs to know." He said. It was almost like something out of a mobster flick.
After that, Mark took the plastic bags from the merchandise stand and tore them open, setting them on top of the seats where Jessie and Amy were going to sit. It was an uncomfortable solution, but this situation couldn't really get much more awkward for the girls.
Mark drove them back home, dropping off Jessie and David at their respective houses, then he drove to Amy's house. When he stopped there to let her out, he walked her to the doorstep and gave her a long kiss goodnight. This was much less awkward than the last time something like this happened. Still, Amy's parents were home, and she wanted to get changed, so Mark just walked back to his truck and drove home, revelling in the memory of the night. |
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ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
It was nothing special. The chipped paint a bland shade of metallic silver, the four hubcaps – only three matching – and the empty spot in the dashboard where the radio had been swiped from the original owner; it was a small little two door sedan, and anyone not caught up in the glory of simply owning a car would have been ashamed to be seen in it. I opened the driver seat door, sat down on the old, torn up interior, and put the keys in the ignition. It was a piece of crap, but it was my piece of crap, and it was one more piece of crap then most other people in my school had; and with those thoughts in mind, I managed to find contentment.
My car slowly crawled to a stop and I looked up at her bedroom window. The light was on – not the lamp sitting by the window, but rather the black light on a wall perpendicular to me. It was faint, but I could just barely make out the faint purplish-blue aura that seemed to coat the walls of her room. I hit the center of my steering wheel, a loud yelping noise coming from the car. I saw her run to the window and wave at me; she then disappeared from sight. I sat in silence, waiting, the windows rolled down because I had no air conditioner and my foot tapping to a random and fabricated beat because I had no music. I saw her leave the front door of her house and quickly make her way towards me. I watched her body sway with each step, her breasts lightly bouncing and her hair swaying.
I drove, taking no heed of the people around me, my foot pushing the gas pedal far harder than necessary. We were in no hurry; after all, even going a fraction of our current pace we would have arrived with time to spare, but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t about getting there on time. There was something to be said about the feel of the wind, the look of the world, and the sound of the engine at those speed. There would be moments where you would have to ask yourself what was in motion: was it you or the world? You could feel your heart beat move with the speedometer, and truly the faster you went the more alive you felt. I remember taking a hand off of my steering wheel and grabbing the beer out of my only remaining cup holder and taking a swig of it – warm.
It only took minutes – no, moments – for us to arrive at the theater, and it was only when the car came to a stop in the parking lot at its front did time finally catch up with us. We were early and we knew it. The ride at normal, legal speeds was only minutes, and we were traveling a speed that would make the light shining off of the moon jealous. We sat there, making casual conversation, me flirting, and her being flattered. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small box encased in plastic. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
We soon left the car and headed up to the theater. I brought a small box of candy and bought her a soda – Milk Duds and large, respectively. We sat their munching and drinking, waiting for our movie to begin, and steadily the theater filled up. The movie was a popular one - that much was becoming evident. I occasionally stole glances at her, some subtle, others not so subtle, but each just as rewarding as the last. She was short, but slim, too. She had black hair that reached to her shoulders and deep blue eyes that seemed shy and reclusive by nature. She was wearing a radiant, blue, strapless shirt that seemed to start just above her breasts – ones that were displayed quite nicely, I might add! – and ended around her thighs. Clinging sensually to her legs were black tights, and they came down to about her ankles before stopping.
She asked me what I kept looking at, almost teasingly, and I told her nothing, but I did so with a purposefully feigned, casual air. The movie started, and we both watched, still eating, drinking, and stealing glances at each other – was she looking at me, or was I crazy? Steadily, our glances died down as we became increasingly fixated on the screen before us; but I did, after a time, find myself distracted. Her legs: they seemed to be moving, possibly even rubbing against each other. It was slow, infrequent, and mostly subtle, but I, despite all of those minor tidbits of rudimentary information, found myself fascinated and distracted – my interests and imagination aroused.
Time went on, not paying attention to the whims and concerns of me, of her, or of anyone in that theater, and appropriately enough, so did the movie. We continued to watch it, but I saw her demeanor changing, her actions losing their once evident subtly. Her legs seemed to be rubbing against each other with a greater frequency; I saw her hand resting on her upper thigh – her fingers rubbing the fabric of the leggings compulsively – and I saw her foot occasionally break into a fit of silent tapping. My mind seemed to deliberate, but it seemed as though the verdict was in: she needed to go to the bathroom.
I tried to watch the movie, but it was hard to keep my focus on it. My mind frequently wondered astray and I found myself chronically thinking of her - and her situation. Whether it was fantasy, consideration, sympathy, or questioning, I thought intently. Finally, it seemed, she whispered to me she had to pee; and at this point, I should add, the movie was almost over, which I told her. She seemed relived, which left me thinking that she would indeed make it without issue – a bittersweet thought in a mind such as my own. I knew why she didn’t go; we were trapped. Attempting to leave our spots would result in walking through a small army of people, and I could tell it was something she was not eager to subject herself too.
When the movie finally came to an end, I wondered how she would act, how she would behave. Would she move with great haste, or would she go about things more causally? It seemed that the latter was the apparent choice in her mind, and she acted as though her need was nothing notable, and I believed this. My thoughts did, in fact, change when I saw her expression upon reaching the bathroom, or at least the line to it. She looked at it, a mixture of surprise, regret, and slight horror on her face. Her legs were together, the soft, black material of her pants ever so tantalizing. She told me she didn’t want to wait and that we should go. I didn’t argue, and while I did not explicitly desire her suffering, there was a wave of excitement within me. I knew she had to go, and I knew he had needed to for quite the time. The soda I had bought her, quite frankly, the best money I had ever spent.
It was when we entered my car, out of the indiscriminate gaze of the public eye, that her desperation showed more thoroughly. Her legs rubbed frantically, her feet tapped tenaciously, and her hand sat upon her lap, slowly moving closer and closer to her legs. With no arguments from her, much like earlier in the night, I sped down the road. I had become so well-adjusted to speeding that, while it still pleased me and brought me excitement, I did not feel the same anxiety I had in less experienced times. This was a problem, because the focus that should have been given to the road was being divided up – much of it going to her desperation. I saw her hand slip in-between her legs and press hard, and it was at that moment I looked back up at the street and saw a car before me, stopped. I pressed down on the breaks, my mind processing thoughts so quickly I was unable to identify what they were. All I saw was the yellow break lights of the machine ahead mixing and contorting with the reddish glow of the stop light. I opened my eyes and we had stopped, inches away from the person’s rear end – disaster averted, even if narrowly. I looked over, with her hands were still pressed down hard she had gone forward; her mouth was agape. I asked if she was alright and she just nodded to me, absently. I cursed at myself, and when I got done feeling angry, I started to think: had she wet herself? I looked down at her pants - only for a moment, not wanting her to suspect anything – but it was too dark to see. Her hands were covering it all, anyway. I drove home - much slower and considerate of my surroundings. I tried not to allow myself to be distracted, but her squirming had, quite suspiciously, stopped entirely.
We pulled up to my house; with my parents gone, she would be spending the night with me. I got out, and she followed, staying behind me. I saw her hand was still by her legs, almost as if it was shielding something, but that did not seem completely likely. I figured it was merely out of compulsion, but it was also possible she held it there out of a persistent, yet less-distinct, show of desperation. I opened the front door and we walked in. She headed straight for the bathroom the moment I turned around, and politely, I waited for her return. She came back minutes later, but in different clothing. She had all but stripped, wearing nothing but one of my shirts – one that hung down to her thighs.
I excused myself to the bathroom; and while I was not lying, I only partially needed it for that. What I truly desired was the truth. My mind seemed to plague me with questions. I entered my room, the bathroom we both used right off of it: directly in front of me. I was about to enter when I looked over and saw her small bag of things that she had left over on her last visit. I felt somewhat guilty, somewhat wrong, but I felt curious and excited tenfold. I walked over to the bag and unzipped it. I looked inside, and sure enough I saw her things. I moved her shirt out of the way, and lying before me were the leggings – still tantalizing. I looked in them, a pang of anxious energy going through my heart. I saw her panties – pink and bikini style. I could see a larger dark spot on them, one that seemed to extend far up the back end.
I couldn’t help but reach forward and touch them. I then wondered how much she had truly gone, and judging by the look of her underwear, the thought she had went enough for it to permeate through did not seem ridiculous by any means. I removed the panties and felt the inside of the leggings. They were soaked. I lifted them out and held them up to the light. I saw, glittering in the light, moisture on the back end. I felt adrenaline power my heart; I was felt as though I was speeding, making the moon-light jealous. |
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OKTOBERFEST
24-year-old Krista cursed as she frantically searched for her favorite shirt. The Oktoberfest rock concert was supposed to start 12 minutes ago, and she had planned to meet her girlfriends there for a night of hectic, (not-so) innocent fun. She finally found it, neon orange crop-top that covered enough so she didn’t look slutty, but revealed enough to give male onlookers a nice little treat. She decided not to wear a bra; if this night went as planned, she wouldn’t need it. Her full plump D cup breasts stretched against the fabric as she pulled it on. She stopped into her bathroom to check her appearance. Her smooth, pale faced gleamed slightly in the fluorescence of her bathroom. She smoothed the front of her tight skirt with one hand as she quickly brushed her silky auburn hair out of her caramel eyes with the other. Grabbing her keys and the three six-packs of Monster energy drinks, she rushed out of her apartment building and swept down the stairs to her Acura. Hurriedly jamming the keys into the ignition, she gulped a can of the Monster and began to back out of her spot. As she got on the highway, she felt a little twinge in her abdomen, a signal that her bladder was starting to fill. She waved it away, sure that she could find a bathroom at the concert. When she arrived at the parking lot, she immediately heard a shriek of excitement as her best friends Jessica, Rachel, and Skye greeted her. They were all wearing skirts similar to hers, and, as Krista noticed, very tight shirts not unlike hers that hugged their firm figures in just the right way.
“Come ON, Kris, the concert’s about to start!” yelled Jessica, the bright, bubbly blonde of the group, her startlingly blue eyes alive with excitement.
“Now guys, remember, we have to be smart about this… we don’t wanna do anything we’re gonna regret…” whispered Rachel, a rather tall brunette with emerald eyes.
“Oh, come on, Rach,” sighed Skye, a slender, rather voluptuous Caucasian beauty with full, ruby red lips and thick, luscious coal-black hair. “What, do you think one of us came here commando?”
Rachel glared at Skye. “That’s exactly what I think.”
Skye smiled devilishly. “You never know what can happen at these things. If the opportunity comes, better to be prepared, right?”
The four girls fought their way to the center of the crowd, cheering madly like everyone else. They whooped and danced and downed bottle after bottle of Monster to fuel their enthusiastic yelling. Finally, after the fifth song, Krista began fidgeting. Her bladder was definitely calling for attention now that she had consumed 5+ energy drinks. “Hey guys,” she shouted over the blaring music and uproar of the crowd. “I’ll be right back, I gotta pee.” She turned to what she thought was the direction of the restrooms, then realized she couldn’t move outside their little circle of space. The crowd was packed from miles around. “This is not good…” she thought as the thought of denied relief made her bladder seem to fill even more. “I gotta pee and I can’t even move!” She turned back to her friends, and was not surprised to find them in varying states of urgency. “You guys too?” she sighed. Skye nodded, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “We’ve been guzzling Monster just like you have; we’re all about to bust a lug nut.” Despite her desperation, Krista had to smile at her friend’s blunt description of their predicament. “What are we gonna do, guys? I REALLY gotta go!” moaned Jessica, who was massaging her bloated abdomen. Rachel shrugged. “Looks like we’re gonna have to hold it,” She suddenly bent over. “Scratch that. I CAN’T hold it!”
Krista looked around at her bursting friends, trying to figure something out, when suddenly; a hand grabbed her butt from behind. “Oh no, no no no, not now, PLEASE not now,” she thought fearfully. She forgot to think that there would be perverted gropers at this concert; the loud music and presence of thousands of people provided the ultimate cover. It was just her luck that she would be one of tonight’s targets. Normally, being the adventurer she was, she would have welcomed a little fondling, but now, with her bladder whimpering for relief, she knew she was not gonna make it through the groping dry. She turned in horror to her friends and mouthed “I think someone’s trying to grope me.” They looked at her, confused, till their eyes widened in realization. Rachel wore a look of abject repulsion, Jessica of concealed laughter, Skye of jealousy. They tried to move over to her, taking small steps as to not strain their overfull bladders any more. Then suddenly they stopped. Krista realized with horrible certainty that the groper must have friends, and that the figures and bright t-shirts of her and her friends must have attracted them, like moths to a flame. The hand on her butt began to slide up and down, caressing the smooth curve. She shuddered involuntarily. This was no amateur. He knew what he was doing. Krista could not turn to stop the man rubbing her behind. Nor would anyone hear her pleas for help. She decided the best thing to do would be to hold it and hoped her molester would finish with her quickly and move on.
The groper slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her pussy lips through the fabric of her panties. She gasped and looked around at her friends. Their faces were masks of horniness and desperation. She could see her friends’ skirts rustling as unknown hands squeezing their butts. Krista surmised, judging by Rachel’s closed eyes and the way she was biting her lower lip, that even her ever-so-cool-headed friend could not fight her overwhelming pleasure. Krista could not help moving her hips in time with the fingers as to increase the friction.
The groper removed his hand from her clit. She sighed in relief and began to hobble away when the hand slid into her panties and began stroking her again, this time touching her bare pussy. She gasped as the feeling of leather-gloved fingers tormented her womanhood, simultaneously bringing her ever closer to an accident. The concert around her was just a dull roar; the groping had dulled her external senses. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the other gropers had found their ways to the girls’ pussies. Krista could clearly see the bloated outlines of their bladders. Rachel was in trouble; She was whimpering and bouncing up and down, but was making no attempt to escape; her body’s hunger for pleasure would not allow her to alleviate the stress on her bladder. After a few more minutes, Rachel surpassed her limit and she let it go all in a rush, here golden nectar gushing freely between her legs, pooling at her feet. Skye and Jessica had actually gotten away, but they were so aroused that they had begun to engage in some sort of lesbian twister. Their distended abdomens and moist cunts were pressed up against each other’s in a kind of erotic dance. Unable to hold it any longer, both girls gave out, each girl’s pee soaking the other’s crotch.
Seeing all of this pee being released increased Krista’s desperation; her end was near, and she knew it. The man behind her raised is other hand and began to fondle her left breast. She cooed softly; her nipples were extremely sensitive. She began working her hips to maintain what little control she still had over her excruciatingly full bladder. Feeling her fidget, the groper increased the speed and power, mistaking this as an invitation to go on. Krista could feel her juices dripping from her cunt as the man continued to massage her pleasure button. She was going crazy now, yearning both to release her pee and have her impending orgasm. Her legs could not stop moving; she was in heaven, but she had to pee so badly. Spurts of pee were now jetting into the man’s hand as the stimulation continued. He paused for a bit, then slowly, deliberately, removed his hand from her rock hard nipples. He cupped his hand around the bulge in her abdomen and began gently squeezing it like a water balloon. So he had guessed that she needed to pee, and it turned him on. Drool began to trickle down her chin as he tortured her bladder and stimulated her clit. “ Oh my god…I have to go so badly,” she thought, “I wanna leave… oh but these fingers feel so GOOD…”. Beads of sweat began forming little rivulets down her face as she began to crack. This guy was working her in ways that none of her previous partners had been able to, and his hand was squeezing the urine right out of her. She spurted again into the hand rubbing her clit, and in response, he rubbed and pressed harder. Krista moaned desperately, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her pumpkin of a bladder was being compressed when it couldn’t be compressed. She couldn’t hold out any longer; she was spurting hot pee uncontrollably now, and her clit had all of the teasing it could stand. The groper took his fingers from her pussy and her abdomen, but she couldn’t risk running away without jarring her bladder. She heard something unzip, and realized with a chill what was about to happen as something firm but fleshy prodded the entrance to her pleasure chamber. The man began pounding her, his iron rod slamming her overtaxed bladder. Krista moaned and groaned as tears flowed down her face from her desperation and ecstasy. “Oh my goodness…” she thought to herself “his dick, its punching my bladder, I’m gonna pee…but, it’s so thick…I…I can’t help…” Finally, both her dams burst; pee and cum flooded from her all over the man’s cock. He withdrew his member and Krista collapsed onto the grassy floor. He chuckled and moved away in search of another desperate victim; leaving Krista slumped on the ground. |
Revised Version ;)
24-year-old Krista cursed as she frantically searched for her favorite shirt. The Oktoberfest rock concert was supposed to start 12 minutes ago, and she had planned to meet her girlfriends there for a night of hectic, (not-so) innocent fun. She finally found it, neon orange crop-top that covered enough so she didn’t look slutty, but revealed enough to give male onlookers a nice little treat. She decided not to wear a bra; if this night went as planned, she wouldn’t need it. Her full plump D cup breasts stretched against the fabric as she pulled it on. She stopped into her bathroom to check her appearance. Her smooth, pale faced gleamed slightly in the fluorescence of her bathroom. She smoothed the front of her tight skirt with one hand as she quickly brushed her silky auburn hair out of her caramel eyes with the other. Grabbing her keys and the three six-packs of Gatorade energy drinks, she rushed out of her apartment building and swept down the stairs to her Acura. Hurriedly jamming the keys into the ignition, she gulped a bottle of the Gatorade and began to back out of her spot. As she got on the highway, she felt a little twinge in her abdomen, a signal that her bladder was starting to fill. She waved it away, sure that she could find a bathroom at the concert. When she arrived at the parking lot, she immediately heard a shriek of excitement as her best friends Jessica, Rachel, and Skye greeted her. They were all wearing skirts similar to hers, and, as Krista noticed, very tight shirts not unlike hers that hugged their firm figures in just the right way.
“Come ON, Kris, the concert’s about to start!” yelled Jessica, the bright, bubbly blonde of the group, her startlingly blue eyes alive with excitement.
“Now guys, remember, we have to be smart about this… we don’t wanna do anything we’re gonna regret…” whispered Rachel, a rather tall brunette with emerald eyes.
“Oh, come on, Rach,” sighed Skye, a slender, rather voluptuous Caucasian beauty with full, ruby red lips and thick, luscious coal-black hair. “What, do you think one of us came here commando?”
Rachel glared at Skye. “That’s exactly what I think.”
Skye smiled devilishly. “You never know what can happen at these things. If the opportunity comes, better to be prepared, right?” Skye winked at Krista and skipped off toward the crowd.
The four girls fought their way to the center of the crowd, cheering madly like everyone else. They whooped and danced and downed bottle after bottle of Gatorade to fuel their enthusiastic yelling. Finally, after the fifth song, Krista began fidgeting. Her bladder was definitely calling for attention now that she had consumed 5+ energy drinks. “Hey guys,” she shouted over the blaring music and uproar of the crowd. “I’ll be right back, I gotta pee.” She turned to what she thought was the direction of the restrooms, then realized she couldn’t move outside their little circle of space. The crowd was packed from miles around. “This is not good…” she thought as the thought of denied relief made her bladder seem to fill even more. “I gotta pee and I can’t even move!” She turned back to her friends, and was not surprised to find them in varying states of urgency. “You guys too?” she sighed. Skye nodded, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “We’ve been guzzling Monster just like you have; we’re all about to bust a lug nut.” Despite her desperation, Krista had to smile at her friend’s blunt description of their predicament. “What are we gonna do, guys? I REALLY gotta go!” moaned Jessica, who was massaging her bloated abdomen. Rachel shrugged. “Looks like we’re gonna have to hold it,” She suddenly bent over, her hands thrust between her legs shamelessly. “Scratch that. I CAN’T hold it!”
Krista looked around at her bursting friends, trying to figure something out, when suddenly; a hand grabbed her butt from behind. “Oh no, no no no, not now, PLEASE not now,” she thought fearfully. She forgot to think that there would be perverted gropers at this concert; the loud music and presence of thousands of people provided the ultimate cover. It was just her luck that she would be one of tonight’s targets. Normally, being the adventurer she was, she would have welcomed a little fondling, but now, with her bladder whimpering for relief, she knew she was not gonna make it through the groping dry. She turned in horror to her friends and mouthed “I think someone’s trying to grope me.” They looked at her, confused, till their eyes widened in realization. Rachel wore a look of abject repulsion, Jessica of concealed laughter. Skye had disappeared, but Krista couldn’t worry about that at the moment. They tried to move over to her, taking small steps as to not strain their overloaded bladders any more. Then suddenly they stopped. Krista realized with horrible certainty that there must be more, and that the figures and bright t-shirts of her and her friends must have attracted them, like moths to a flame. The hand on her butt began to slide up and down, caressing the smooth curve. She shuddered involuntarily. This was no amateur. They knew what they were doing. Krista could not turn to stop the person rubbing her behind. Nor would anyone hear her pleas for help. She decided the best thing to do would be to hold it and hope her molester would finish with her quickly and move on.
The groper slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her pussy lips through the fabric of her panties. She gasped and looked around at her friends. Skye was still missing, but Rachel and Jessica looked more than occupied. Their faces were masks of horniness and desperation. She could see her friends’ skirts rustling as unknown hands squeezing their butts. Krista surmised, judging by Rachel’s closed eyes and the way she was biting her lower lip, that even her ever-so-cool-headed friend could not fight her overwhelming pleasure. Krista could not help moving her hips in time with the fingers as to increase the friction. The hand removed itself from her clit. She sighed in relief and began to hobble away when the hand slid into her panties and began stroking her again, this time touching her bare pussy. She gasped as the feeling of soft skin tormented her womanhood, simultaneously bringing her ever closer to an accident. The shuddered as she felt fingernails scrape her labia, drawing from her an involuntary “Ooooohhh”. Krista barely had time to wonder why a man would have such long fingernails. The concert around her was just a dull roar; the groping had dulled her external senses. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the other gropers had found their ways to the girls’ pussies. Krista could clearly see the bloated outlines of their bladders.
Jessica was in trouble; She was whimpering and bouncing up and down, but was making no attempt to escape; her body’s hunger for pleasure would not allow her to alleviate the stress on her bladder. She moaned and groaned as the groper pleasured her. After a few more minutes, Jessica surpassed her limit and she let it go all in a rush, her golden liquid and lady juice gushing freely between her legs, soaking the grass at her feet.
Rachel had actually gotten away, but her need for relief was still explosive. Dancing on the spot, she looked frantically around, her eyes coming to rest on a few empty Gatorade bottles. Her ample ass bounced up and down as she bent to pick them up, straining to contain the lake inside her pee-pouch. The desperate beauty tore down her skirt and panties, jammed the bottle up to her labia and let loose. She gave a low guttural moan as her bladder relaxed. All too soon, however, the bottle was full, and she clamped off the flow with some effort. She picked up another, put it against her and relaxed again. Before she was finished, she had filled 3 bottles with her nectar. Rachel slumped to the ground, relieved at last.
Seeing all of this pee being released increased Krista’s desperation; her end was near, and she knew it. The person behind her raised their other hand and began to fondle her left breast. She cooed softly; the feeling of the fingernails on her sensitive nipples was almost overwhelming. She began working her hips to maintain what little control she still had over her excruciatingly full bladder. Feeling her fidget, the groper increased the speed and power, mistaking this as an invitation to go on. Krista could feel her juices dripping from her cunt as the person continued to massage her pleasure button. She was going crazy now, yearning both to release her pee and have her impending orgasm. Her legs could not stop moving; she was in heaven, but she had to pee so badly. Spurts of pee were now jetting into the groper’s hand as the stimulation continued, causing the hand to tense, and Krista felt the groper start to fidget a bit as if…as if they also were in need of a bathroom, in which case, Krista didn’t know why they were wasting time on her. They paused for a bit, then slowly, deliberately, removed the hand from her rock hard nipples, and cupped it around the bulge in her abdomen and began gently squeezing it like a water balloon. So they had guessed that she needed to pee, and it turned them on. Drool began to trickle down her chin as the groper tortured her bladder and stimulated her clit. “Oh my god…I have to go so badly,” she thought, “I wanna leave… oh but these fingers feel so GOOD…”. Beads of sweat began forming little rivulets down her face as she began to crack. This person was working her in ways that none of her previous partners had been able to, and their merciless hand was squeezing the urine right out of her. She spurted again into the hand rubbing her clit, and in response, they rubbed and pressed harder. Krista moaned desperately, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her pumpkin of a bladder was being compressed when it couldn’t be compressed. The groper took their fingers from her pussy and her abdomen, but she couldn’t risk running away without jarring her bladder. She heard something unzip, and was momentarily confused as something firm but fleshy, like a football covered with skin, caressed her back. The groper whispered into her ear “you liking this, Kris?” Kristen’s eyes widened as she recognized that voice.
“SKYE!?” . Her friend smiled deviously. “Surprised, honey? It’s been me this whole time.” Krista couldn’t speak from shock. The nails, the fidgeting…everything made sense. “B-but, Skye, all the guys you’ve dated…” Skye clicked her tongue impatiently. “Oh, you think I cared about all those men, with their egos and football mania? It’s you I’ve always wanted…with your silky hair, perfect ass, round, beautiful tits…” Skye trailed off, lost in her own lust. “But…whats that touching my back?” Krista asked timidly. Skye grinned. “That’s my swollen bladder, girlie.” She whispered sensuously. “I told you, I’m absolutely BURSTING, but I’m gonna hold it, just for you, till I’ve made you cum.” Krista was appalled; never would she have suspected her childhood friend to be a lesbian. Krista turned around to face Skye. “Skye, I don’t think we should be doing thi-” She was cut off as Skye pressed her scarlet lips up to hers, forcing her tongue in her mouth. It may have been her brain, clouded from her intense desire to pee, or maybe it was her own slumbering feelings, but something in Krista awoke. She slid her hand down Skye’s body and hiked up her skirt. Despite her horniness, she felt a bit timid about proceeding. Seeing this, Skye, still kissing and fingering Kirsta, took Krista’s hand and shoved it, a bit forcefully, between her own trembling thighs. She was not surprised to find that Skye was not wearing panties; Skye had always been the loosest of the gang. She began rubbing the hot, moist flesh furiously, kissing Skye back with a vengeance. Skye moaned and pressed her plump melons against Krista’s, as the two girls continued their tongue wrestling. Krista got closer to Skye, until she could feel their distended abdomens touching, feel the pulsing of the vast amount of urine in her friends bladder. Krista put her hand around Skye’s football of a bladder and began squeezing. Krista felt Skye’s body spasm as her pee sack was squeezed. Skye made no attempt to back away; instead, she continued to torment Krista starving cunt and oh-so full bladder. For a while, the two bursting women engaged in heavy, desperation induced petting. After about 5 minutes, neither couldn’t hold out any longer; both girls were spurting hot pee uncontrollably now, and their pussies had all of the fondling they could stand. With an incredible roar, both girls exploded their pee and cum, soaking the other’s body. They sank to the floor, hands still in each other’s pussies, breathing heavily. Some ways away, Jessica sat, watching all of this. Her twat started to moisten, staring hungrily at her two entangled friends, as she wondered whether or not they wanted a third playmate……
-to be continued…..
Revised Version: ;) |
My first story here. I really hope you like it! English isn't my first language so if I made any mistakes I would like to hear so! Just for your information, this story is about two lesbian girls. As you might've guessed already, this story contains desperation and wetting. If you squint there is some urolagnia involved in this one.
Club 89
‘’Hi, it’s me.’’
It was early in the morning and I had just been kicked out of a club. For one reason or another somebody bumped into me, spilled all of his beer on his shirt and said it was my fault. That somebody started yelling at me like crazy and that’s when I slammed him in the face.
‘’Hi me, what can I do for you?’’
After hitting him, we got into a fight. Soon they kicked me out, not too long after that the guy I fought with got kicked out as well. He was lead away and I started walking in the other direction. That was the moment I decided to call my girlfriend. My girlfriend, being fifteen years older than me, luckily picked up her phone. Probably she was still in bed, but she knew as well that I would’ve called her sooner or later. I had the bad habit of drinking too much when I went to clubs like these. I mostly ended on the side of the road, calling her to get me back home.
‘’Very funny… Can you pick me up please?’’
I heard some noises on the background. She would climb out of her bed now, put on some clothes and get into her car. I would wait until she would arrive. She would pick me up from the street and carry me to the car. Then she would kiss me, hug me, tell me everything would be okay.
‘’Where are you?’’
When we got home she would run a bath for me and make me drink liters of water. If she didn’t keep me hydrated, I would end up with a terrible hangover. It wouldn’t be the first time if I threw up all over the bed sheets.
‘’I’m near club 89, you know, the one close to the mall.’’
She had to hurry. What I had forgotten in my anger, was that I was heading to the bathroom when that guy bumped into me. My bladder was rapidly filling and all the beer I drank didn’t do any good to that fact.
‘’I’m on my way.’’
She then hung up the phone. Being very tired, I sat down on the pavement and crossed my legs. She better hurried, I really had to pee. It was one of my habits to wait too long before going to the bathroom to pee, so when I actually couldn’t wait to get to a toilet, it was seriously urgent.
Cursing myself for getting into trouble again I looked around to see if there was a place to relieve myself. Sadly enough there wasn’t a place to hide myself behind. I couldn’t just drop my pants and go in the gutter, right? Making sure nobody was around I led my hands towards my crotch and grabbed it. For a brief second it made my need a bit less, but it didn’t take too long before a strong urge hit me again.
I wondered how long it would take before my girlfriend would be here. It would probably take about twenty minutes to get here. That wasn’t a problem, I could wait for another twenty minutes. Sadly enough we also had to get back. I couldn’t wait that long. I really had to figure out something, or else bad things might happen.
By the time my girlfriend arrived, I was sitting on the pavement again with my hands between my legs. My bladder was hurting terribly and I was afraid that when I would get up, I would wet my jeans. My girl parked her car in front of me and got out of the car. She immediately looked worried at me.
‘’Are you just really drunk or is something else going on?’’
With eyes full of tears I looked up at her. I knew that I was almost finished. I had to go so bad. One part of me just wanted to let go, but my pride would be ruined. I couldn’t just wet my pants in front of the one I loved the most.
‘’I have to pee really bad.’’
After revealing my secret, I immediately felt a spurt of pee run into my boxers. Tears started to stream down my face. My loved one reached for me and carefully helped me to stand up. At that moment I knew I had lost the battle. Pee started to run through my boxers and into my jeans. It ran down both of my legs and ran straight into my shoes and on the ground. A puddle started to form beneath me. When it became too much, it started to run into the gutter. It felt warm and I was completely relieved, but soon it became cold and sticky. I felt extremely dirty and I started to sob. My girl said nothing until I was finished peeing.
‘’It doesn’t matter. Come with me so I can take you home.’’
‘’I’ll ruin your car.’’
‘’I don’t care. I love you.’’
She then walked over to me and hugged me. I felt my wet pants cling to hers. She probably had a wet spot on her jeans as well now. While holding on to her, I suddenly felt something warm between my legs. I wasn’t peeing again, was I? I quickly pulled away from her. It was then I noticed that she was the one peeing herself now. I looked up at her with a puzzled look in my eyes. She smiled at me.
‘’I really had to go as well, and since you did it I decided I could do so as well.’’
I remained silent for a while; still a bit in shock about everything that happened. Suddenly my lady lifted me into the car and soon after that I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up again she was holding me like a toddler against her chest. I felt her boobs against mine. It took a while to realize we were both naked. Carefully she stepped into the shower with me and turned on the tap. I kissed her hair and shoulders. She was so strong and I loved her so much. And I knew she loved me as well, no matter what. |
It was only yesterday I posted my first story here, but I can't resist to share this one with you. Some of you might know this one. I posted it on Deviant Art before, but I'm not a member there anymore. This story contains both male and female desperation, some wetting, wetting and eventually also urolagnia. This story has a sequel. If you want me to post that one, just let me know.
Things that happen during the night
It was just past midnight when we left our country for a long trip to England. Our school decided it would be nice if they would take all senior year students on an educative trip. I liked the idea of going to England, but I didn’t like the fact it had to be with all my classmates. I never wasn’t really into my peers, I preferred adults more. I just turned 19 and my classmates were much younger than I was. They were noisy, annoying and never seemed to get tired of talking and screaming. This is how I ended up sitting next to my English teacher Amy, instead of next to one of my classmates. It made me slightly nervous, for she was a very good-looking person. Apart from being beautiful, she was also very nice to me. She made me laugh. I didn’t laugh that often.
It would be a long drive and then we would enter a ferry that would take us to the mainland of England. At the moment most of the people were being noisy, they were still full of energy of course. I felt really tired and decided I would have to sleep something. Carefully I looked next to me and saw that Amy had closed her eyes as well. She was also listening to some music, which would probably be classical music. I knew she loved that. For a moment I kept staring at her, but after a while I knew I had to stop staring. It wasn’t really appropriate to stare at your teacher. As silent as possible I turned back again and closed my eyes as well. For a moment I thought I was drifting to sleep, but because of the noise I couldn’t really. Probably Amy wasn’t really sleeping either, just pretending to.
We were driving for about an hour when I became extremely thirsty. I had avoided drinking for a while, because I was afraid that I might need the toilet during the bus ride. They told us we wouldn’t stop before 3 pm, because we had to catch the ferry. Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to get to London in time. Sadly enough I really needed to drink something now, before I would die out of dehydration. Carefully I took my bag of the floor and grabbed a bottle of water. I started drinking and before I knew I gulped all the water down.
‘’Well, you were thirsty, weren’t you?’’
Surprised I looked up and saw Amy smiling at me. I stared at her for a moment. Then I nodded and smiled back at her. She sighed and then rose from her seat. I looked puzzled at her. She walked away and soon she returned to her seat again, holding a damping cup of coffee.
‘’Need something to stay awake, otherwise they’ll break down the bus!’’ She said, while nodding at the teenagers next to us, who were still being noisy. Amy was the only teacher in front of the bus and had to keep an eye on everybody.
Amy nipped at her coffee and then smiled at nothing in particular. I suppose it was good coffee. Before I knew she drank all of it and left again to get another cup. I checked my watch and saw it would take another hour and forty-five minutes before we would make a stop. I wondered if Amy had a strong bladder that could hold all that liquid. Surely she had drank something before we left?
The trip continued and it was getting more and more quiet in the bus. Most people were sleeping by now, but I couldn’t. Amy wasn’t sleeping either, so we talked about some random subjects. She told me about London and other interesting towns in England. During that conversation I noticed she was moving around in her seat. I wondered if she needed to use the bathroom. To be honest; I could do with a loo. Carefully I shifted in my seat as well when I thought Amy wasn’t looking.
‘’Liam, do you know what time it is?’’
I slightly jumped in my seat, because she just called my name. Quickly I checked my watch.
‘’Almost 2 pm, so it’ll be an hour until we can stretch our legs.’’
‘’That’s still an hour indeed,’’ she sighed, ‘’pity there’s no toilet on board here.’’
She spoke the words silently, making sure I was the only one who would hear them. I wonder why she shared this kind of information with me, but it made my heart leap. She needed to pee; all that coffee she drank wanted to get out. Even though it turned me on, I couldn’t be too happy about it, because she wasn’t the only one needing a toilet.
‘’I need to pee as well,’’ I murmured, shifting in my seat to give my words that extra touch of earnest.
Amy smiled at me, nodding as if to say ‘it’s okay, don’t worry about it’. I smiled back at her. My penis slightly hardened, for she turned me on a bit. My cheeks turned red, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.
Time ticked by slowly and my need to urinate grew with every five minutes. I noticed Amy was having a hard time as well. Suddenly she crossed her legs and casually checked if the pupils next to her were sleeping. When she noticed they were, she grabbed her crotch for a brief moment and then quickly released again. When I saw her doing that, my cock hardened even more and I couldn’t resist the urge to grab myself as well. My right hand slipped in my jeans and I quickly grabbed my hardening cock. My boxer shorts felt slightly sticky, probably because I was sweating like mad down there.
When I got my hand out of my pants again, Amy still wasn’t paying attention to me. She was too busy holding her urine inside. It fascinated me that an older woman needed a pee just as bad as I.
‘’Eh, miss, are you okay?’’
It was a tricky thing to ask, for she didn’t look okay, but I couldn’t resist asking her.
‘’Not really, I’m bursting. Hope we will stop soon!’’
‘’Don’t worry, we will be there soon.’’
With that our conversation was over. We both were too busy holding ourselves. After another twenty minutes, the bus stopped and the driver woke everybody by playing some loud music. Amy cursed under her breath. Probably the music got her out of her concentration. I strongly believed her urge to pee was worse then mine. I just really wanted to pee. She couldn’t wait to pee.
When everybody was leaving the bus, Amy had to make sure everybody actually left the bus. The other teachers did the same. I decided to wait until everybody left, so I could take a leak against a tree. The loo would be very crowded; it was the first stop so everybody would want to take a pee.
When finally everybody left the bus, only Amy, the bus driver and I were still in there. Amy had her legs crossed and I had to grab my penis every fifteen seconds. Amy started walking out of the bus and I just followed her. When we got outside, several boys were walking out of the bushes towards the restaurant. They probably all decided the toilet would be too crowded for them. I thought the same and carefully walked towards a tree, already unbuttoning my jeans. Strangely enough Amy followed me into the woods. She wasn’t going to squat down here, wasn’t she?
‘’I’m sorry Liam, I can’t wait.’’
Amy lifted her skirt, pushed her panties out of the way and sat down behind the tree I was going to pee on. Soon I heard the sound of pee splashing against mud. By hearing this my pee started traveling down my penis as well.
‘’Fuck, fuck, fuck!’’
pee was dripping out of my penis and making my boxer shorts more then a bit damp. Quickly I got my penis out of my boxer shorts and walked around the tree. Amy was still peeing there. I carefully pointed the other way and let my urine flow.
Amy finished peeing sooner then I, but that was because she started peeing earlier then I and besides I was much younger. My bladder could probably hold more then hers.
Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist. Amy was standing behind me, while I was still relieving myself. Soon I was done peeing. Amy then turned me around, my penis pointing at her. I immediately got hard. If anybody could see us, we would be dead. Nobody should see this.
‘’Amy, shouldn’t we stop this?’’
‘’Why, aren’t you interested then? I believe your little friend is interested!’’
I swallowed. I surely was interested, I always felt weak when she was near. She made me feel wanted; she made me feel like I was worth living for.
‘’I just think we shouldn’t do this here…’’
Amy nodded at this, stroked me several times and then stuffed my penis back into my pants again. This took some effort, for I was rock-hard. When she buttoned me up again, she stroked me trough my jeans and before I could register it, semen was dripping down my boxer shorts. Now I was completely wet.
Finally we arrived in London. I felt really dirty and smelly, but thankfully all those teenagers didn’t smell very nice either. When we got to our hotel, everybody got to their rooms. I was lucky that I shared a room with me, myself and I. There was one single room, but nobody wanted to sleep alone, apart from me. The teachers also got single rooms, which made me nervous. Would Amy come to my room? Should I go to hers? Whatever would happen, I would have to wait until tonight. We had an hour to get ready now; after that we would go to London for some sightseeing.
I took a nice shower, threw on some clean clothes and made sure I looked fabulous for a day in London. Even though I didn’t care what other people thought of me; I still wanted to look amazing. I wanted to feel amazing.
After fifty minutes I went to the hall, were we had to wait until everybody arrived. Amy was already waiting there when I entered. She also was wearing other clothes. When she noticed me, she turned towards her colleagues. I wondered where she was playing at. Did she regret what had happened earlier? I feared so, but I decided not to think about it. I was in London for fuck’s sake! I wanted to enjoy this.
All day we had been walking through London. By the time we arrived back at the hotel, my feet were hurting, my bladder was aching and I was very, very tired. When we were allowed to leave to our rooms, I quickly ran up the stairs and entered my room. There I closed the door behind me, kicked my shoes of my feet and walked into the bathroom, while unbuttoning my jeans. I lifted the toilet-seat and got my penis out. I sighed relieved when my urine dripped into the toilet. Maybe next time I shouldn’t wait that long. I always waited too long of course, but it wasn’t a really smart thing to do.
When I finished, I flushed the toilet and also took my pants of. Soon my shirt followed and I dived on the bed. I got a bottle of wine out of my bag, which I bought during a break. I always needed some booze; otherwise I couldn’t sleep through the night.
While drowning the bottle of wine, I thought of Amy. My penis hardened again while thinking of her. Carefully I stroked myself; I wanted a nice orgasm, not a quick one to just get over it. First I touched myself while I kept my boxer shorts on, but soon I got my hand into it. My cock twitched and I closed my eyes. The bottle of wine got emptier with every minute; my need to come grew bigger. Soon I was jerking myself off, enjoying every second of it. I really hoped Amy would walk in now, that she would let me enter her. I needed it. I wanted it.
I almost came when I heard a knock at the door. My bottle of wine was empty already. Carefully I got of the bed, making sure not to fall over. I was pee-drunk. When I finally was able to open the door, Amy was standing in front of me. I smiled at her and let her enter. After that I locked the door.
When I locked the door, she immediately took hold of me and started to kiss me. A bit insecure I kissed back. She started stroking me again and soon I came again. It was then I felt that I needed to pee terribly urgent.
‘’Amy, I hafta pee.’’
I couldn’t speak properly anymore, the alcohol and my penis wanting more took hold of me.
‘’Come,’’ Amy demanded. She took me into the bathroom and slipped my boxer shorts down. My cock felt a bit numb. I had to pee really bad.
‘’I want you to pee on me, Liam.’’
My brain didn’t exactly register what she was saying, but before I knew she took hold of my cock and I started peeing on her. She had somehow completely undressed herself in a matter of seconds and was standing naked in front of me. My urine flowed down her belly and onto the ground. When I was done peeing I got hard again.
We had amazing sex that night. I felt loved. Loved by a woman.
When I threw up in London that morning because of my hangover, she was my teacher again. Said she would call my parents. Nobody would ever know what had happened between the two of us. But we knew what happened.
She would probably never let me go to the toilet during her classes again, but I was okay with that. Maybe this would happen again sometime… Who knows? |
Haruhi’s Problem
Ouran is not Mine. This is a Fanfic only:
Something like the health check had made the host club aware of the very unique challenges that they faced in trying to keep Haruhi’s secret, but it seemed they had been quite prepared for that problem. It was something that was on their minds for a full day, and with the quick thinking and the silly schemes that boys do, they had gotten away with hiding her true identity from the rest of the student body.
There are certain things though that are never easy to hide or are every really thought about in the young teenager’s minds to prepare for, and this leaves us with Haruhi’s first omorashi experience.
It was just after third period, and the students were getting ready to have their teachers change on them once again for the class just before lunch. Of course, during this ten minute break, many of the boys and girls would leave the room for a few moments and come back in refreshed and ready to start the lesson, but Haruhi definitely could not do that during the busiest exchange time, and expect to keep her secret.
Who is Haruhi? That is a very good question. You see, Haruhi is a girl dressed like a boy that attends the private Ouran High school for the wealthiest, and most prestigious students, but here is the shock. She is not from a rich family! She is as poor and common as they come with a father that works and gets his hands dirty, and is a cross-dresser as well. What is more she is in trouble with the host club because she broke a very expensive vase in their club room worth more than 8000 dollars! She has only one option, to keep this charade up that she started with, get a hundred customers in the host club to request her, and then she will be free of the debt.
So, back to the story: Haruhi was watched her classmates walk out of the room knowing all too well where they were going, and with the constant talk by some of her peers returning, it didn’t help her situation, but she stayed planted in her seat. The problem was that with the bathrooms so open house, she was sure her identity would be revealed, and she definitely didn’t want to risk that since her host club friends had worked so hard to keep her in the club, and she was already doing so well with requests.
Haruhi had started to keep a notebook on requests, and she opened it to count again the number of requests that she had received. It wasn’t bad at all. There were already nearly forty customers that were her regulars, and that made her smile. There were only sixty more to go, and then she would be able to call it even.
The mathematics instructor walked in to the classroom, and he passed back some mock exams. It was well-known that Haruhi could only stay in the school if she kept her marks in the first place, so of course, tests made her even more nervous. Each time she took a mock exam or the real thing, her hands would shake just the same. Each time she looked at questions that she was afraid she had forgotten, her legs would start bouncing, and she would start rocking back and forth trying to concentrate on the answer.
It certainly didn’t help her condition that she now also had to use the bathroom, but due to the problem of people finding out about her secret, she had been forced to wait in the classroom despite it. Well, it was only one more hour. She could wait, maybe.
“You will have forty minutes for this mock test,” Mori Sensei informed the students. “If you have been keeping up with your studies, it should be no problem for you.”
Haruhi sighed to herself. “It should be no problem if you studied, and you emptied your bladder,” she whispered to herself. “Why today? They can have a mock test anytime they want, and they chose the moment I have to go to the bathroom. Darn it!”
Question number five: In the given set of numbers, identify the prime numbers, and then multiply them together to get one of the five choices.
Haruhi could feel her stomach starting to send little messages up her spine to her head. It was saying that it was full and asking what she should do about it, but there was nothing to do but wait. Wait, she tried to send the message back to her bladder. Her head was the boss of her body. She could wait. She had to.
The clock ticked slowly as she went on with question five. Part B: Using the answer you just received, form a formula for describing what function of x was.
Haruhi scratched her head. She had remembered this but her bladder was starting to send messages that interrupted her concentration. She wanted to yell at it, urusai, or that is to “Shut up!” but there was no way to do so without being noticed. She held her stomach and continued working hoping that her bouncing left leg, her wiggling bottom and her rocking back and forth was not distracting her classmates.
Haruhi looked around at the other students working on their tests and noted that no one seemed to be moving around quite as much as she was, and even the boys didn’t have their hands anywhere near their pockets, and that made her think twice about grabbing herself. Still, this pressure was becoming quite hard to bear as she moved on to question number eight.
Number eight was really difficult as she read the question for the third time, and her bladder was pressing against her pants wanting some more room to expand into. She didn’t know what to do about her bladder, but as for the question, she circled it to come back to later.
Haruhi hid her face with the hand she was holding her pencil in as she read her next test question. She could feel that some of her classmates might be staring at her, but she didn’t couldn’t help it. If she didn’t keep opening and closing her legs and bouncing them or rubbing her knees together, she knew she’d lose it and pee her school pants making her the laughing stock of the class.
She finally raised her hand after filling in question nine.
“Excuse me, sir, but may I please go to the restroom?”
“Are you finished with the test?”
“Not yet.”
“Well, if you leave it now, I’ll have to grade what you have.”
“I’ll just try to finish the test then.”
“That’s good to hear. We can’t have our scholarship student slipping in status, can we?” He smiled in a way she thought was mocking, but actually he had meant to encourage her. |
Ok, this is a multi-part story. I am using characters in this fic that I will be using the majority of the time in my upcoming fics. I have already introduced three characters (Shannon, Georgia and Dylan) in my story 'Georgia's Wet Morning'. Without further ado, let's get this party started!
Chapter 1: Contains desperation and a sort of wetting.
The six girls all arrived as soon as the school hall opened for the Christmas Party. Every year, the local Secondary School holds a Christmas Party during the holidays. Three quarters of the whole school turn up for this party every year. Mainly because there are no parties around that time, all the parties are held on New Years Eve.
The girls who arrived were: Georgia, Shannon, Tonicha, Tilly, Becca and Chloe. Georgia had long beautiful blonde hair, brown eyes and perfectly formed teeth. She was the average weight of a 14 year old and had skinny and slender legs. Shannon was the same weight and size as Georgia. She had tanned brown hair that turned ginger during the summer and quite large breasts. Tonicha was quite petit and very skinny. She wasn't anorexic though, even though her body looked as if she was. She and Shannon shared the same green eyes, but not hair as Tonicha had long blonde hair. Tilly had long brunette hair and was much bigger and taller than the other girls. She was certainly not overweight or fat, just a tiny bit plump. She had a small amount of freckles that dotted her face. Becca had brown eyes and dark blonde hair. She was the second tallest out of the friends, but had the smallest breasts. Chloe had the same coloured hair as Becca. She was taller than Tonicha, although a very similar size and had fairly big breasts (but not as big as Shannon's or Tilly's.)
That night, the girls were going to sleep at Chloe's house after the party and had all their sleeping bags dropped off at Chloe's house before hand. Tonicha lived right next to Chloe, so Chloe's mum took them both to the party.
"Finally, they've opened the doors," Shannon sighed in relief, "I'm freezing out here!"
"We all are Shannon," Tilly said back, wrapped around in her arms, trying to keep herself warm in the harsh winter weather. She was dressed in purple dress and pantyhose.
A gust of wind blew Chloe's black dress up as the girls walked together into the school hall, nearly exposing her vanilla knickers to the crowd of students that were gathering outside the school.
"That was close" Chloe said, clearly embarrassed that it was her whose dress was blown up. All of the girls had high heels, all different colours.
"I would have been embarrassed if that happened to me," Georgia whispered to Becca. Georgia was wearing an orange dress and a black jacket. She was wearing pantyhose, which she usually wore to parties. Becca was wearing a red dress and pantyhose.
"I certainly would too. I don't want all the pervy boys to see my panties. I would never hear the end of it."
"It's lucky she managed to stop it from blowing up."
"Yeah, she was too close to showing too much!"
Once the girls were in the hall, they all crowded around the buffet table, taking small crisps and cups of coke or lemonade.
"They've certainly got a lot of refreshments this year," Tonicha said to Shannon, munching on a mouthful of salt and vinegar crisps.
"I know. I remember last year, they ran out within the first ten minutes and they had to get some more!"
Shannon was wearing a black, flowery dress and Tonicha was wearing a white one.
"I was starving!"
The girls went back to the table to get some more soft drinks. However, Tilly and Tonicha kept coming back whenever their cup was empty.
"There goes Dylan and his crazy mates," Chloe muttered as Dylan and his gang slided into the centre of the hall and started doing incredibly silly dances to the songs the DJ (or school favourite English teacher, Mr McDonald) was playing.
"There idiots," Georgia said, shaking her head in disgust.
"I think it's funny," Shannon replied.
"You think that's funny? It's immature. I'm starting to think you might fancy him Shannon."
"What? Me? Fancy him?" Shannon said quickly, "I would never fancy Dylan. I just think it's funny what he does!"
"Whatever you say Shannon," Georgia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes to show even more sarcasm.
Tilly and Tonicha kept taking cups of coke and lemonade, but soon, they began to feel the effect that this would have.
"Me and Tilly need a wee. We'll be back in a few minutes," Tonicha announced to her friends as the two desperate girls dashed out the hall into the girls toilets. But the girls were then greeted with a long line of girls, waiting for the loo. Tilly and Tonicha both went into separate lines and waited.
Tilly's line was moving the fastest. Despite this however, Tilly was getting even more desperate by the minute. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, twisting herself in agony to stop herself from having an accident.
"Oh god. I really shouldn't have had all those cokes. I knew this would happen."
Tilly groaned in agony. The bathroom was filled with the sound of urine hitting toilet water and water from the taps rushing down into the sink and down the drain. These sounds made Tilly all the more desperate. She bent over and crossed her legs, hand in crotch.
Tilly was getting so desperate, she hadn't noticed the girl infront of her. She was squeezing her crotch to the point of pain and yellow streams were running down her legs. Tilly tried not to look, but she couldn't resist. All of a sudden, she felt a small warm sensation down by her vagina.
"Aaah," Tilly screamed quietly. She started bobbing up and down with her legs crossed and her hands gripping tightly to her crotch. She hadn't realised how fast the line was moving and she had to quickly sprint to catch up with the rest of the line.
"Yes! Only two people left. Come on, I can make it!"
Tilly thought she must've looked silly, but she didn't care. She tried to block the sounds of the taps and the girls peeing. She was twirling around and jumping up and down, squeezing her crotch with all her strength.
One girl exited and it was time for the last girl. The one who Tilly had seen on the verge of an accident.
"Yes," the girl ran into the stool and locked the door. Tilly saw a pair of damp white panties slip down the girls legs and onto the bathroom floor.
Tilly was dancing around. A spurt dribbled into her panties.
"Come on! I&'m so close! I can make it!"
Tilly heard a flush and the door opened.
"Than-you God!" Tilly sped into the cubicle and locked the door. She sat down on the toilet, lifted up her dress and pulled down her pantyhose to inspect the damage.
"Only a small wet patch. It won't do any harm."
Tilly realised her need again and pulled her panties down and started peeing. It was fierce at first. It splashed on the toilet bowl and some of it flew and landed on her legs. At first, it burned Tilly, but later on, it became calmer, and she synchronised with the stream.
"Hey, are you done yet? I really have to pee," a voice shouted.
Tilly quickly finished and then flushed. She opened the door to a desperate looking girl in a black dress.
"Finally," she said and then she went into the cubicle and locked the door. Tilly washed her hands and went to see if Tonicha had gone yet, but she didn't see Tonicha in any of the lines, so she assumed she had already gone.
The line Tonicha was in was not moving at all.
"Hurry up," she groaned.
She twisted her legs together tightly.
"What's taking so long?" Tonicha asked the girl infront of her.
"I don't know, although I've heard people say a girl wet herself, and she's trying to clean up in the cubicle she was in."
The thought of someone having an accident made Tonicha even more desperate. She started shaking and jumping, hoping not to succumb to the desperation.
About five minutes passed and the line hadn't moved at all.
Tonicha wanted to bend over, as she knew this could help one hold on for longer, but she didn't want to expose her black and flowery panties (the same design as Shannon's dress) to the girl behind her.
"Oooh, come on!"
Tonicha squeezed her crotch to the point of agony. She couldn't hold it for much longer and she knew the line wasn't going to progress at all. She had to find a way to relieve her bladder!
Then she had an idea.
She ran out of the toilets and into a corridor. She kept running until she found the caretakers cupboard. She quickly opened it, starting to feel a warm sensation in her panties.
"I've..... got.... to hold..... on," Tonicha muttered. She grabbed the cleaning bucket that was in the cupboard and placed it in the hallway. She was about to lift up her dress to pee in the bucket when she felt more pee coming. She gripped her crotch and started dancing around in desperation.
"I can hold any longer."
She let go of her crotch and lifted up her dress. She quickly squatted over the bucket and then managed to pull her panties down when the pee shot out of her urethra.
It was spraying everywhere.
Tonicha bent down even further, her bum facing towards the ceiling. She closed her eyes as the pee flew left right and centre.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, but to her horror, the pee went into her panties (even though they were pulled down, she hadn't pulled them down far enough.)
"What am I going to do?"
She couldn't wear them as it would leave a spot on her white dress, and it would be uncomfortable. She looked into the bucket and pondered what she should do.
"Well, I definitely can' wear them."
Tonicha pulled her sodden panties further down her legs until the slid off.
She was standing in the middle of a corridor, with wet panties and her private parts on show.
She paced up and down, forgetting to pull her dress back down. She remembered to do so after she felt her bum when she was pacing. She blushed red and pulled her dress back down.
"Well, my best bet is to hide my knickers in the caretakers cupboard. But what if a gust of wind blows my dress up? Everyone will see my private parts. It's a risk I have to take."
Tonicha put her panties in the cupboard and then put the bucket on top of it. She closed the cupboard and ran down the corridor and back into the hall.
Part 2 coming soon.... |
So, here it is.
Chapter 2: Contains wetting and a flashback. NOTE: All flashbacks will start with a * around them and with a * (e.g *Bob went home*) this is because I understand some peop
Tonicha waited outside the girls bathroom. She was completely hushed and was reluctant to talk of her little 'incident'. Tonicha didn't have to wait for very long for Tilly and she walked out of the toilets with a spring in her step.
"Come on, let's get back to the party," Tilly urged Tonicha.
The girls were silent when they were walking back. They had each had a little incident and neither wanted the other to know anything of it.
A bright spotlight shone, almost blinding the two girls when they entered the hall. The room was decorated beautifully with tinsel spread across the walls and bright christmas lights on the ceiling. There were also coloured spotlights, which varied to nearly all the light softer colours, to the dark mysterious ones. Many boys came wearing Santa hats, but the girls were either too shy, or thought it was immature. The DJ was playing 'Fairy Tale of New York' when the girls entered. Many people were in the centre of the hall dancing their hearts out, some clearly better than others. Tilly was astounded by a Year 8 lad who was head spinning at quiet a fast speed.
"Look at that dude," Tilly said loudly, trying to get her voice heard over the loud music. Tonicha looked and was in awe at the pure talent that this young man had.
"He's amazing," Tonicha shouted over the music, but then instantly went straight back to being silent.
"Are you ok? Your being very quiet."
"Um, yeah, I'm fine," Tonicha muttered.
"There must be something wrong with her. Maybe it was something to do with needing the loo? She seemed pretty desperate earlier. Then again, so was I," Tilly thought to herself.
The girls found the rest of their friends and rejoined them. They were just on the outside of the dance floor, drinks in hand.
"We're back," Tilly announced to the girls.
"We can see," Becca said.
Tilly opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything to say. She felt like she had just been owned (authors note: don't kill me for saying this, I don't think there is any other word I can say to describe these feelings. Anyway, back to the story.)
Tonicha went over to Chloe. She skulked there for a little bit until Chloe asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing, nothings wrong. I'm fine."
"Ok, your very quiet. I hope your not sick or anything."
"No, I'm not sick."
"Well, what is it then? I'm really worried."
Tonicha sighed.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" Tonicha whispered.
"I promise."
"Well," Tonicha said reluctantly. "We were waiting in line for the loo, but the line wasn't moving at all. I was so desperate and felt like I was going to wet myself. But then I had an idea. I went to the caretaker's cupboard and took a bucket and peed in there."
"What's so bad about that? I've had to pee in worse places than that.
"That's not the bad part. I hadn't pulled my knickers down far enough and I had peed right through them. I've had to take them off and hide them and it's really lowered my self-esteem."
The two girls were silent, then Chloe finally said "Can you show me?"
"What?"
"I said can you show me. You know, where you had your wee."
"Erm," Tonicha was stuck for words. "Ok the, but why?"
"I may be able to help you."
"Well, I don't know how your going to help me, but ok."
Tonicha escorted Chloe out of the hall and into the corridor. The girls then continued down until they came to the caretakers cupboard. Tonicha opened the door and showed Chloe the bucket.
"This is the bucket I went in."
Chloe examined the bucket. It wasn't overflowing or anything big, but it was certainly more than the average amount of urine a 14 year old girl would generally pee.
"Can I see your knickers? I want to see how wet they are."
Tonicha reached back into the cupboard and reluctantly took out her soggy panties.
They felt disgusting.
"Here they are," Tonicha said.
"Hmmm, you going to have to leave them in their for some time. They're pretty damp."
"Oh, ok." Tonicha said. She was embarrassed for two reasons. One being that she had just shown her panties and her own body waste to one of her best friends, and two was that she had realised that she had peed quiet a lot and her friend couldn't help her. She didn't know how it could be embarrassing, but it was, so she just left it at that.
"Can we go back to the hall now?" Tonicha said in a quiet, hushed voice.
"Yeah, let's."
"I think there's something wrong with Tonicha," Tilly whispered to Shannon.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's been really silent ever since we went to the loo."
"Maybe she's sick?"
"That's what I thought, but she denied it. I'm thinking she had an accident."
"What, you mean like, she wet herself?"
"Yeah."
"I'll ask her."
"Don't bother, she'll just deny it."
The girls didn't bring up the subject again. Shannon took a cup of Dr. Pepper and went over to the dance floor. The disco lights were swirling around the hall, causing the tinsel to glisten when a light made contact with it. Shannon decided she should get in a festive mood and started dancing. It wasn't crazy dancing, just moving around and shaking her hips.
Dylan charged through the crowd faster then an eagle attacking its prey. Shannon was wondering what the hell he was doing, but she was incredibly surprised when he came over to her.
"Dylan, what are you doing here?" Shannon said shyly.
"Came to see you."
Shannon blushed.
"Wanna dance?" Dylan asked.
"Erm, ok."
The DJ changed to a slow romantic song. Shannon didn't recognise it, but she liked it. Dylan took her hand and they started to do something that was like a Waltz. but more slow and steady.
"I knew she liked him!" Georgia said, knowing she had been right all along.
"So?" Chloe said. "A lot of girls don't even tell their best friends who they fancy."
"Grrr, I knew it!"
"Yes, we know you knew. You've been going on about it for quiet a long time now," Becca added. She then went over to the drinks table, realising she had run out of lemonade.
Shannon was still dancing with Dylan. She felt a tingling sensation. She couldn't describe it, but she knew it was good. She had never felt that emotion before, but she was enjoying it.
"I need to go now," Dylan whispered as the song ended.
"Why?" questioned Shannon, disappointed that he was leaving.
"You'll find out. Soon," and with that, he left her in the middle of the hall. She felt sadness, but it was overcast by that tingling feeling. She never wanted it to end. That's when she started to feel another tingling feeling. This time, in her bladder. She suddenly remembered that she had drank lots tonight, and she hadn't gone to the toilet when she left her house.
Flashback: *"Come on Shannon, you'll be late!" her mum called from downstairs. Shannon quickly saved her homework and shut down her computer. She grabbed all the stuff for the sleepover and put it in a pink plastic shopping bag.
"Have you checked you've got everything?"
"No mum."
Shannon opened the bag and took all the stuff out.
"Shirt: check. Skirt: check. Panties: check. Bra: check. Pyjamas: check. Dressing gown: check. Toothbrush: check." (I'm gonna skip the rest of this, too long.) Shannon then put all the stuff back in the bag and headed downstairs, quickly checking her appearance in a mirror on the way down. Shannon then felt a twitch in her bladder.
"I might as well go now. Better safe than sorry."
Shannon was about to head into the bathroom when her mum called her.
"Where are you going? We need to go otherwise we'll be late!"
"Oh well, I can hold on. I'll go when I'm at the party."
Shannon grabbed her stuff and headed into her mum's black Volkswagen. She soon forgot about her bladder and was on her way to Chloe's house, and then to the party.*
"Oooh, I need to go pretty bad," Shannon thought to herself. She started rubbing her legs together. "I'll have to be quick, I don't think I can hold on!"
"Damn, they've run out of lemonade!" Becca though to herself. "'ll have to go to the vending machines in the cafeteria and get a bottle of lemonade. Although I don't really want to go there on my own." She then saw Shannon heading towards the door.
"Shannon, do you want to come to the venders with me? I need some lemonade."
"Erm, ok. So long as we can pop to the loo on the way. I really need to go."
"Ok then."
The girls then left, with Shannon still rubbing her legs together.
Her desperation was building up.
She was really starting to feel the effects that all those soft drink would have on her bladder.
"I really have to go. Why can't Becca hurry up? She's walking so slow."
Shannon started bobbing up and down, her breasts jiggling as she did.
Suddenly, Becca did the unthinkable.
She walked straight past the bathroom.
"Um, Becca, why did you go past the loo?"
"Oh, sorry I forgot. Can you hold it?"
"I hope so," Shannon said, her desperation increasing. She could feel more urine pouring into her bladder every second. She felt a tiny dribble of pee drip into her pink panties.
"Oh god, please, I've got to hold on!"
She grabbed her crotch and squeezed. Part of her dress had folded underneath her panties, so if she peed, it would go through that part of her dress and leave a wet patch. She felt another drop trickle into her panties and down her leg.
"Hurry up Becca!" Shannon moaned. She was pressing even harder on her crotch, causing her breasts to push onto her stomach.
The cafeteria was a very big, open room with twenty tables around the perimeter of the room. There were glass doors that lead outside and into a courtyard. From there, you could go into each year's social area and then over to the school playing field. In the cafeteria, there are three vending machines at one end of the room, and the kitchen at the other end. Every year, the hot food prices would go up. 'because of the economy,' the head chef would say. 'It's not my fault, but we've got to make a profit.'
"I'm trying!"
The vending machine wasn't accepting her £1 coin. "Stupid machine!"
Shannon felt some more pee exit her uretra. She responded by pushing even harder. Despite this however, more pee was spurting into her panties.
"Becca, please! I can't hold much longer!" Shannon crossed her legs and bent over, exposing her slightly damp pink panties. She was still shaking and bobbing, but no matter what she did, her bladder kept overcoming her.
"I...... can't hold..... on for much..... lo-longer."
"Yes!" Becca shouted in relief. "It's finally accepted my coin!"
"Quickly..... choose, I don't think I'm gonna.....make it."
Becca chose a bottle of Sprite lemonade and shortly after, received it.
"Come.... on."
But as soon as Shannon tried to walk, more pee exited her uretra.
"Oh god.... it's coming!"
She couldn't hold on.
The pee started flowing into her panties and leaking through them into the dress and onto the green carpeted floor. A wet patch on Shannon's black flowery dress started to appear, expanding as more pee came out. Some of the pee was streaming down her legs and into her black high heels.
"I-I'm so sorry Shannon," Becca said in shock, as her friend stood in front of her peeing herself.
Part 3 coming soon. May contain more description of the wetting, but otherwise, just plot.
Edited January 4, 2012 by p0ptartcat
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Sorry for the hiatus. I am feeling much better and am ready to write. Oh and you know how I said that the next chapter is just detail? I lied....
Chapter 3: Contains wetting
Golden rivulets of urine continued to pour down Shannon's slender legs. She maintained a tight grip, even when a full stream finally appeared.
"Oh god," Shannon whimpered.
The pee kept dripping and splashing on the carpeted floor, making a damp, dark stain.
Becca maintained a glare. She couldn't do anything to help her embarrassed friend. She could only watch. It made her feel depressed, that she had, in a way, caused this incident.
Even after Shannon stopped peeing, Becca was still incredibly apologetic, constantly apologising, but all Shannon did was shrug it off, even though she was flushed red, and tearful.
"I don't want anyone to see me like this."
"Well, your dress is dark, so the wet patch will blend in with the dress, but I don't know how your going to stop the drips."
Despite Shannon finishing peeing, her pink panties were still dripping with urine.
"Wait, I've got an idea!" Shannon finally announced after a brief silence.
"What is it?"
"Follow me."
The two girls went to a loo that was on the downstairs floor of the school. They did this because they knew that nobody would be occupying the toilets. While they were in there, Shannon went into a toilet and emptied the remaining contents of her bladder. After that, she told Becca to wait outside for her, as her idea required privacy.
Shannon took a paper towel before looking at herself in the mirror.
"Am I really about to do this?" She asked herelf. "Well, I suppose it's the best option."
She lifted up her flowery dress and then reached into her damp pink panties. She then took the paper towel and put it inside her knickers, near her urethra, her pubic hair and her tampon string tickling her hand.
"I hope this works."
Shannon took her hand out if her panties. A tiny globule of urine dripped onto her hand. She wiped it on a paper towel and exited the toilets.
"Becca and Shannon have been gone for a long time, what are they doing?" Georgia said to Tilly.
"I thought they just went to get a drink, I didn't know they would be this long."
Just as she said that, the two teenage girls walked into the hall.
"What took you two so long?" Tilly asked them.
"Oh, um, the machine wasn't accepting my coin, and it took ages before it did, and then we popped to the loo on they way back." Becca replied. It was a bit of a white lie, but it was for the best.
"Oh, ok."
Becca and Shannon exchanged winks before separating.
Becca stood at the buffet table with Tonicha and Chloe. The other girls were dancing to a rave song. Becca was sipping on her Sprite. She was about three quarters of the way through when her bladder started to ache a little bit. She ignored it and carried on drinking and talking to the girls.
"I want everyone on the dancefloor and grab a partner!"
Becca went onto the dancefloor, but was immediately lost in a mass of students, grabbing one another, usually of the opposite sex. Becca didn't know what to do. There wasn't anyone to dance with, until a boy who she had never seen ran up to her and took her arm. Becca didn't know who he was, but he looked about 14, which ment she was the same age as him and most likely in her year. She thought he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. His curly brown hair went down to the bottom of his forehead and to the bottom of his neck. He was wearing a T-Shirt that said 'Nirvana', one of Becca' favourite bands.
"H-hi," Becca said nervously. She really liked this boy, even though she had only just met him.
"Hi," the boy said. "What's your name?" He asked.
"My-my name is Be-Becca." She stammered.
"Mine's Josh. You're looking very pretty tonight."
Becca blushed. Did this boy like him?
"Thank-you! I see you like Nirvana."
"Yeah, I love them. Why, do you not like them?"
"No, I love them!" Becca managed to break her stammer of nervous. "I love rock."
"Good," Josh said with a smile. "So do I."
The DJ played a dance song and ordered everyone to link there arms around their partner and dance. Becca looked around and saw Chloe dancing with Tonicha and Tilly dancing with Georgia. What shocked her though was Shannon and Dylan.
"I bet she likes him!" Becca thought to herself.
Josh was now spinning Becca around, her hair flying in the air. She would look into Josh's dark brown eyes and realise how beautiful someone can be. Becca hadn't had a boyfriend since last year, but he moved to another city.
While the two were dancing, Becca started to feel the urge to pee again. She tried to shrug it off, but the urge kept coming back.
"I can't go. Not yet!"
The pressure on her bladder was increasing as she was dancing.
"I'm gonna have to hold it until I've finished dancing. This is more important to me at the moment."
Becca was really starting to feel the effects of five cups of lemonade and a bottle of sprite. She cursed herself for not going to the toilet when Shannon went earlier.
"What's wrong?" Josh asked. He noticed that Becca was looking uncomfortable.
"What? Nothing's wrong!" Becca replied. She really didn't want him to know of her bodily needs. Soon after, a tiny droplet of urine dribbled down her black pantyhose.
"Aah, I really hope he finishes dancing now! This is now more important then the boy."
A few more spurts went into her red and white striped panties, dampening them slightly. She let go of Josh and grabbed her crotch.
"Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah, I'm fine!" Becca said quickly, crossing her legs in the process. More dribbles of pee starting running down her legs.
"You don't look so good."
"Well, I really need the bathroom, I feel like I'm gonna have an accident right here!"
"We need to be quick then if you're gonna go!"
Josh grabbed Becca and sprinted out of the hall. One of Becca's hands was holding Josh's, the other was squeezed tightly into her crotch. More dribbles exited her urethra and soaked into her panties.
"I don't think I can hold on for much longer!" She groaned.
"I'm running as fast as I can," Josh said, trying to comfort her, but he was purposely going slower so he could watch this stunning girl wet herself.
More dribbles kept running down her leg, some of them soaking into her pantyhose.
"No, I c-can't ho-hold much lo-longer."
"You'll make it!"
"Aah, it's coming!"
Becca got down on her knees, but not before she started peeing a full stream, which went straight through her red and white panties and her pantyhose. The golden liquid soaked through her hands and onto the floor, leaving a massive puddle, which Becca was sitting in.
Sorry if this chapter seemed rushed, I just wanted to get back onto the story after the hiatus.
Chapter 4 coming soon. |
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