| Title:
| Harry Potter and The Boy Who Peed
|
| Name:
| Sirrah
|
| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Female
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| Current Age:
| 16
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| Posting Date:
| 02/15/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay | ●
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | ● | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
|
This is a DL spin off of a story on fanfiction called Chrysalis (Which
contains no mention of diapers or accidents, or anything of the sort).
Draco is given a choice, be de-aged or spend the rest of his years in
Prison. Of course, he doesn't know about the slight side affect... accidents.
|
Chrysalis spin-off
Draco looked around curiously around at his new bedroom, then reached
into his closet to put on some new clothes. He grabbed one of the many
pairs of Muggle Jeans, a T-Shirt that proclaimed Seeker-In-Training,
with a snitch fluttering around it. Then he grubbed through one of the
drawers, blushing a bit as he pulled out a pair of little-boy-boxers.
Still the clothes felt better than his Prison Robes. He had been
hesitant to enter this whole thing, knowing that within a week his
older instincts would begin to fade and he'd begin to act like a child
again, he would grow up at the same rate as other children- he had been
permanently de-aged. He would keep his memories, but his skills would
fade, so he would have to learn everything over again. He was only
seven at the moment and even now he could feel the urge to go play with
the toys he could see in a toy box across the room instead of going to
talk to Potter. He fought the instinct and returned to the hall,
finding Potter waiting for him.
"Hello Draco," Potter smiled at him. "I'll give you the tour and rules
now, shall I?"
Draco nodded, his gray eyes examining Potter. The 20-year-old man had
grown from the scrawny boy he once was, his body was well built. He had
grown his hair out and wore it tied behind his head, he had new
rectangular glasses that emphasized his Almond Shapes eyes and elegant
bone structure.
"All right, so this here is your room, obviously, and across the hall
is my room. If you need me during the night please feel free to come
and get me, but other than that stay out. Got it?" Draco's childish
side was completely subdued by his strict words, and he nodded quickly,
his blond hair flapping up and down. Harry suppressed a giggle, "This
is the bathroom. Now speaking of bathroom things, there is one side
effect that is not on the contract because they figure nobody would do
it, seeing the side effect as a bigger deal than it actually is. It's
only a problem for boys, but there's a chance that your bladder is
weaker as well as your bowels. You may have accidents at least as late
as 12, possibly into your adulthood."
"WHAT?" Draco screamed. "NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY!"
Harry, however was none to impressed with his show.
"I will never hear such language from you again young man you hear! Now
I'll forgive it once, but if I hear such language from you again I will
wash your mouth out alright!"
Draco shook in his clothes and nodded hastily," Sorry Potter."
"Alright. Now I know the whole accidents thing isn't exactly your dream
come true, but you're going to have to live with it." Draco snorted,
but he was feeling upset and he was sniffling some. Harry reached down
and lifted is chin, "We'll deal with it alright?"
Draco nodded again. Somehow all his hatred for the man in front of him
had disappeared.
"Good. Now you may call me either Harry or Potter, and as I have to say
this, and because I wouldn't really mind, you may call me Dad if you
are so inclined." Harry led Draco out of the hallway into the front
room they had entered into He showed Draco his office telling him he
was not to enter it without permission, but to come get him there if he
needed anything. Harry briefly explained the TV and Computer, then
Harry led Draco into the kitchen. There wasn't a table, just a tall
counter and three bar stools. The whole apartment was decorated
modernly, with clean edges amid bright neutral colors, with offsets of
blues and greens. The kitchen however was painted with bright orange
walls, with each wall slightly lighter than the last. Draco's room was
painted sky blue, had hardwood floors, a toy box, dresser, child's
desk, a bunk bed and a round rug with roads on it, Draco wasn't sure
what the roads were for but he was sure Harry would explain if he
asked.
Harry lifted Draco and placed him on the bar stool, Draco squeaked a
little.
Harry took the seat next to him.
"Okay basic rules. First and foremost, there will be no insulting
heritage on either of our parts. Second, you'll come to me when you
need me. Always. Alright so far?"
Draco nodded, and wiggled a bit.
"Third, you will pick up after yourself... Draco are you okay?"
"Um, I need to use the restroom." Draco said, a blush coming up on his
face as he wiggled a bout some more. Harry let out a small laugh, and
said, "You should have said so." And lifted him off his seat and set
him on the floor, "Better hurry now."
Draco ran for the bathroom, halfway there he snuck his hand down and
grabbed his crotch, which he hadn't had to do to hold it in since he
was eight last time round. Finally he reached the bathroom, and burst
in closing the door hastily behind him, he was paying no mind to his
instincts that were yelling at him that he shouldn't be running as it
was undignified. It was more undignified to wet yourself. He fumbled
with the unfamiliar button and zipper combo for a moment before he gave
up and yelled for Potter.
Harry entered the bathroom a moment later. "What's the problem Draco?"
"I uh can't get my pants undone." Draco was blushing like mad and
cursing Muggle clothes in his mind, as well as bouncing up and down in
an attempt not to pee his pants. Harry smiled a bit and reached down
and expertly undid his button and zipper, "I'll be outside."
Draco hurriedly relieved himself, but faced more embarrassment when he
peed a bit onto the floor. This was something that probably would have
gotten him a spanking from his Mum back at home, so unwilling to get
punished he simply cleaned it up himself. He flushed the toilet, washed
his hands and went back out into the hall.
"Did you wash your hands?" Harry asked, his voice casual.
"Yeah." Draco responded. They walked back to the kitchen where once
again Harry lifted him and set him on the bar stool.
"Do you remember the rules so far?"
"Uh, No insulting heritages, I'm supposed to come to you when I need
help, and um pick up after myself."
"Good." The proud smile made Draco's chest unexplicately warm. "Alright
rule four, no swears, then you will do your chores when asked..."
"Chores?" Draco asked, shocked.
"Yes. I don't own a house elf so I clean and cook, and I'll expect you
to help."
"Okay."
"Those are the main rules, alright but there are some other things I'd
like to talk to you about. You have clearance to see Pansy, Blaise,
Teddy and Severus, so if you'd like to see any of them please let me
know and we can set up a play date."
Draco nodded excitedly and Harry laughed at him again. "You're so
cute." Draco blushed and bit his lip.
"Blaise is staying with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, and I'm
sure they'd love to come over for dinner some time. Pansy is staying
with Fleur and Bill Weasley and I'm sure we'll see plenty of them."
Draco said, "Okay," but he was thinking that both of his friends might
be pretty pissed with their guardians.
"Second, is I'm gay and engaged to Remus Lupin. He will be moving in
next week."
Draco gaped at him. Harry smiled at him again, "He is a very good man.
He will spend full moon's at another location. You may treat him as
another guardian. The second rule applies to him as well, and if you
feel more comfortable going to him, you may."
Draco nodded.
"Were expecting snow tomorrow," Harry said, " And I have plans to take
you out for you to pick up a couple things your Mum has stored in your
vault, but I think that may be a while. She did send this." Harry got
up and reached to the top of the fridge and pulled down an old stuffed
Snake that was matted and missing one bright black eye.
"Salazar!" He called and immediately held out his arms for his old
childhood friend, which was handed to him. "Thanks, Harry." The name
fell with surprising ease from his mouth. Harry smiled at him. "You may
go play with your toys in your room now, I'll be in my office. Come get
me if you need anything."
Draco nodded and returned to his room. He set Salazar down on his bed
and went over to inspect the toys. There were some figures of famous
Qidditch players, a fake wand, some things with wheels he recognized as
Muggle Cars, which he supposed is what the roads on the rug was for.
Next to the toy box there was a long shelf with kids books, games and
puzzles stacked up. Draco pulled out one of the puzzles and started
working on it, it was fairly simple for his adult self but his child's
mind was sort of in charge right now and it took him a while. About an
hour later, a knock came on his door.
"Come in." He called in his high, childish voice.
"Wow, you almost finished that puzzle."
"Yeah!" Draco exclaimed happily. Harry laughed.
"It's almost time for dinner, why don't you go wash your hands." Draco
obediently got up and headed towards the bathroom.
"Draco, do you have to go to the bathroom before dinner?"
Draco blushed and shook his head, knowing that Harry had asked so he
could help him with his trousers.
Harry returned to the kitchen and stirred the pot of pasta on the
stove, thinking about the day. Draco was wonderful, if slightly shy and
unsure, but he was sure they would get along fine. When the boy
returned from the bathroom, he instinctively raised his hands to be
lifted, and Harry obliged, keeping him in his arms as he fetched
glasses and juice from the cupboards and fridge. After that he set him
down on a bar stool and served him dinner. They both chatted idly
during dinner. Dinner ended around 7'o'Clock.
"Bed Time is 8. I was thinking we could watch the Telly for a while."
Draco hesitantly agreed and Harry stuck a tape in one of the many slots
and said, "This is Tom and Jerry. It's American and Wonderful."
They watched a half an hour of it, before Harry got up to turn it off.
"No! I don't want to! I wanna watch more!" Stricken by his childish
antics he gasped and put his hand over his mouth.
"Draco. That's not okay, it's time to get ready for bed."
"But..." Draco whined, ignoring the part of him that was screaming for
him to stop.
"Draconis..." Harry warned harshly. Draco shut up. Harry lifted him and
brought him to the bathroom where he sat him on the closed toilet.
Harry turned on the bath and poured some bubble bath into the water.
"All right Draco, let's get you undressed."
Draco eyes were wide. His parents had never, ever helped him bathe, but
all the same he said nothing and hesitantly stepped up to Harry and
following an instinct he didn't know he had, raised his arms. Harry
smiled at him and pulled off the t-shirt, throwing it into the hamper,
and then turned his hands to Draco's pants. He stopped before he
started though, "Why don't you try and get them so I don't always have
to help you." Draco could tell this was to save his pride not because
Harry didn't want to so he reached down and attempted to undo the
button, after long minutes of fiddling he managed to get the trick, and
looked up with a bright smile into Harry's proud face. He then pulled
down his zipper and stepped out of his pants and boxers, feeling rather
foolish standing naked in front of Harry. Harry just smiled and helped
him in to the tub where he assisted Draco in soaping up and scrubbing
as well as gently washing his hair. Afterward he wrapped him up in a
big fluffy towel and carried him back to his room. Setting him gently
on the bed Harry turned and fumbled through the closet pulling out a
pair of little boy pajama's and fresh undies which he swiftly dressed
Draco in, then he walked back to the Bathroom with Draco and helped him
brush his teeth.
"Go to the bathroom before bed, Draco."
"But I don't got to go."
"Draco you remember what I said about accidents?"
"Yeah," Draco pouted.
"That very much includes wetting the bed, it's very likely that you
will wet the bed."
Draco blushed and turned to the toilet without another word. After that
Harry tucked Draco in, read him a muggle children's book, kissed him
goodnight and shut off the lights.
The next couple days passed without trouble, Draco though occasionally
whiny and disagreeable did his chores, refrained from swearing and made
no comments about heritage. So far there had been no accidents, and
Draco always had enough warning to get to the toilet and had gotten the
hang of Muggle Buttons. They got along well and Draco always called
Harry by his first name. On night while they were watching Tom and
Jerry after dinner, the floor flared up and Neville Longbottom came
through. He looked ruffled, his hair uncombed, his dress shirt stained
and his usually tidy work clothes in general disarray. Draco only
glanced up from the Telly while Harry got up to greet his friend.
"Hey Neville, how can I help you?"
"I can't do this Harry, no matter what me an Luna try we can't get
Blaise to be agreeable!"
Harry frowned a bit. "Draco, why don't we head over to see Blaise. Turn
off the Telly."
"Alright," Draco said, getting up and turning off the Telivision with
the remote.
"Bathroom before we go," Harry said. Draco nodded and ran off towards
the bathroom.
"Wow, he's so..." Neville looked awed.
"Well behaved? I know. He's been great." Draco came around the corner.
"Wash you hands?"
"Yeah." Draco said raising his arms to be lifted. Harry happily obliged
saying, "Oof, I think you get heavier by the day, Kiddo."
Draco giggled softly. They followed Neville through the Floo to
Longbottom Manor. When they reached the hall their ears were
immediately assaulted with screams. Blaise was in the middle of the
hall, screaming his head off, looking like he hadn't bathed in days and
a wet spot covering his front where he had obviously had an accident.
He was smaller than Draco by a lot and Harry leaned over and asked
Neville how old he was.
"He's two and a half at the moment, he's been getting younger since we
brought him home. I don't think me and Luna are set for raising kids
honestly, do you think you could take him?" There was such disparity in
Neville's voice that Harry was driven to agree. But first he turned to
Draco, "Draco whaddya think about a younger brother?"
"A younger brother?"
"Mhhm, Blaise is younger than you now, and I think we may bring him
home with us."
Draco shrugged but he looked a bit upset. "We won't do it if you don't
want to."
"I just... will you still play games with me, and tuck me in, and give
me my bath, and make dinner?"
"Course sweetheart."
Draco looked down at his feet, "I don' wanna share you."
"Alright then, we'll just have to show Neville and Luna have to take
care of him then, won't we?"
Draco nodded. "But does this mean Blaise can't be my friend anymore
since he's a baby?"
"I don't know kiddo, he might grow up to your age quick, okay?"
Draco nodded. "Why don't you go explore sweet, while I deal with this,
okay?"
Draco smiled and ran off after giving Harry a hug.
Harry turned and stomped over to the middle of the room, picked up
Blaise, turned him over his knee, pulled down his pants and smacked him
five times, hard. Blaise immediately stopped crying, and simply
sniffled. Harry placed him on the floor again but simply pulled his
pants off. Then he motioned for Neville to come over. Luna, at the end
of the noise came in from the living room, and smiled absently at
Harry. One of Blaise's hands were in his mouth while the other rubbed
his sore behind.
"Alright this is what I want you to do. Neville run him a bath while me
and Luna set up a new room." So that's what they did. Harry gave them a
list of rules they should give Blaise at every age, as well as telling
them to come over anytime they needed. After that Harry found Draco
curled up in a corner, fast asleep. It was nearly nine thirty and way
past his bed time. Harry took him home, woke him for long enough for
him to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth, changed him into his
Pajamas and tucked him in.
Draco woke suddenly, something wasn't right. Suddenly he was aware that
his pajamas, blankets and sheets were soaked. Sniffling he got up and
crept out of his room and into Harry's where he came up to the side of
the bed and poked Harry's back. Tears were pouring down his face, and
his pants were extremely uncomfortable.
"Hmm..Draco?"Harry muttered and that sat up straight, looking down at
Draco, "What's wrong?"
"I...I...I..I had, an an um, accident." The last word was barely
decipherable. Harry was immediately out of bed, and lifted Draco into
his arms. Draco squirmed uncomfortably trying to get down.
"Sowwy," Draco murmured, burrowing his head in his guardian's shoulder
and crying.
"It's okay." Harry said, carrying Draco into the bathroom and standing
him on the floor and made quick work of his soiled clothes. He washed
him off with a damp wash cloth, grabbed some sheets out of the linen
closet and carried Draco back to his room. Harry pulled off Draco's
blankets and sheets and remade the bed, vanishing the soiled Linens to
the hamper. Then he gathered Draco into his arms and held him on his
lap for a little bit.
"I'm sowwy Hawwy."
"It's okay Draco, it was just an accident. It's okay. Why don't we get
you into bed?"
Draco nodded slowly and Harry tucked him. After he was done he left to
the bathroom to throw Draco's soiled items in the washing machine
thinking that if he had another accident maybe Harry would get him some
pull up's to wear at night.
Two days later, with bed wetting episodes each night Harry gave in and
took Draco out in the guise of eating out but actually to stop by a
store to get pull up's. He sent Draco to the toy aisle and entered the
diaper aisle looking at all the various items. Eventually a young woman
walked up and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes. My son has been wetting the bed at night, and I need something
that will help him sleep through the night, and protect the sheets."
"Alright. How old is he, and what does he weigh?"
"He's seven and he weighs 40 something pounds."
"Alright. There a couple products. There's the goodnites which have two
styles, underwear style and boxer style. Then there's the underjams.
Underjams are better if you're going for secrecy, but tend to stretch
and fall off . Goodnites are better for that, they both hold about the
same amount. The boxer style I hear rips a lot and is just a pain. So
I'm going to suggest the Small Goodnites."
"Okay." Harry said accepting the package. Then he went to find Draco.
Draco had found a coloring book he wanted it and presented it to Harry
ignoring the various items in his hand. Harry checked them out and they
walked home, Harry carrying the bag in one hand and Draco in the other.
When they got home Harry and Draco immediately started their bath and
bed routine. Harry talked about how Remus was coming tomorrow and Draco
asked if they could see Pansy and Blaise soon. After Draco was sitting
on his bed, Harry went to fetch the goodnites preparing for a battle.
"Draco?" Harry asked sitting down next to him and setting the package
down on his own lap.
"What are those?" Draco ask, his adult attitude creeping in for the
first time since Harry brought him home. "There's no way I'm wearing
some fucking muggle diapers!"
"Draconis what have I told you about your language."
Suddenly he whimpered, "I'm sorry Potter, this whole thing is
confusing. My mind's all jumbled. I can't keep anything straight."
"Oh, Dray..." Harry lifted the boy into his arms and held him tight.
"It'll all sort itself out eventually. I promise."
Draco burrowed into Harry's side. "Do I got to?"
"It'll help you sleep through the night Kiddo."
Draco nodded, but was still sniffling. Harry got up and unwrapped Draco
and helped him into one of the goodnites and then fetched his pajamas.
"Alright, that's not so bad is it? Why don't you go to the bathroom."
After that their night time routine was just as normal, and with a good
night kiss, Harry turned off the light and returned to his own bed.
Harry woke early in the morning and sat excitedly in the Living Room,
waiting for his fiance to show up. Finally Remus stepped gracefully
through the fireplace. Harry jumped up and stepped forward to give him
a welcoming kiss. Remus wrapped his strong arms around him, holding
Harry against his broad chest.
"I missed you Mooney."
"I missed you too. Where's are new charge?"
There was a squeak from the door. Draco was standing there, eyes wide,
and backing up slowly.
"Draco, come here."
Draco stopped backing up and bit his lip before running into Harry's
arms.
"Oof," Harry said as he caught the blonde and lifted him into his lap,
feeling the boy's soaked goodnite squish into him as he sat.
"This is Remus, you remember I told you about him, he's going to be
your guardian too."
Draco waved shyly at the man.
"We'll be right back Remus, this guy has a soaked goodnite he needs to
get out of."
"Harry!" Draco said, blushing madly.
"What?" Harry said calmly as he carried Draco back to his room.
"Did you have to tell him?"
"He already knew, sweety. He's your guardian just as much as I am, plus
he needs to know that you need to go to the bathroom alot while I'm at
work."
"At work?" Draco asked, hurt and confusion laced in his voice.
"Yes, sweety. I work Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Remus is taking a
break right now, just finishing some stuff up, but he works from home
anyway."
Harry pulled down Draco's pajama pants, and pulled off his shirt,
leaving him standing in his goodnite, that was visibly soaked.
"Isn't this better than waking up during the night, wet?" Harry asked
as he tore away the goodnite, and wadded it up, throwing it into
Draco's trash.
"I guess," Draco muttered as Harry wiped him down, and dressed him.
"Today we have to go in for your one week check at the Ministry and
Mungo's. At the Ministry you'll just have to take a little test, and
the Healers want to make sure there aren't any unexpected side-effects,
kay, hon?"
"Okay," Draco said, raising his arms to be lifted. Harry hefted him up
and carried him to the kitchen, where Remus was setting breakfast on
the counter. Draco was carefully settled in his normal chair, right in
the middle. Harry took the seat on one side, and Remus on the other.
Draco had a bowl of cereal and a very large glass of orange juice.
Harry and Remus chatted a bit, Harry asked Remus about his work, and
about Egypt (Where Remus had been) and Remus asked about Harry's days,
then asked Draco how he was doing to which Draco gave a happy "Great! I
love it here!" Then blushed. After that breakfast was over, and Harry
magicked the dishes to wash themselves.
"Why don't you go to the bathroom, kiddo, then we can get going."
Draco nodded and hurried out of the room, suddenly aware that his
bladder was nearly bursting. Once Draco had relieved himself he
returned to the kitchen. Remus helped him tie his shoes and get on his
cloak while Harry got dressed. Then they all stepped into the floo,
Draco held carefully between the two men.
"Ministry of Magic!" Harry called, his voice rumbling in Draco's chest.
When they got there, they split up. Remus and Draco went for Draco's
test, while Harry went to check in at work. Remus sat Draco down in a
small room to wait for the test. He noticed Draco tapping his heel and
toe alternately against the ground, in what Harry said was an early
sign the boy had to use the bathroom.
"Draco, do you have to use the bathroom before your test?"
The boy looked up at him, and shook his head. "No, I'm okay Remy."
Remus wasn't convinced, but let it go. A Ministry official soon joined
them, and set a piece of parchment and a quill in front of the boy.
Remus waited patiently while Draco filled in the test, laughing to
himself as the boy scratched his nose with his quill, leaving a smudge
of ink. By the end of the test the boy was nearly hopping up and down
in his chair. The Ministry official took the test and left.
"Let's get you to the bathroom," Remus said as soon as the man had
left. Draco nodded hurriedly and hopped up from his chair and reached
his hand down and grabbed his crotch, but it was too late, and Draco
flooded his pants. Remus immediately started forward as the boy stared
down at his soaked pants and the puddle on the floor and began to cry.
"Shh... Draco. It's okay. It's just an accident." He picked the wet boy
up and cuddled him into his chest. The boy hid his face in Remus's
chest.
"I want Hawwy." Draco muttered.
"Alright," Remus said, "Let's go find him."
He covered the boy up with his robe, and cleaned up the puddle with a
wave of his wand. They hurried down to the Atrium where they were to
meet Harry.
"What happened?" Harry immediately asked, rushing forward.
"He had an accident." Remus quietly informed Harry. Harry took Draco
from his arms, and the blond boy burrowed into his arms.
"Oh, hon. It's okay." Harry murmured quietly into the boy's hair, and
Remus smiled at the sight. "It's alright. It's just an accident. It
happens sometimes. You just gotta be careful about getting to the
bathroom on time, okay kiddo?"
Draco nodded and murmured, "I'm sowwy."
"Whatever for Kiddo?"
"Remy," Draco sniffled, "asked if I had to go before my test, and even
though I did, I said no."
"Okay..." Harry said slowly, "Why?"
"I...I... was embarrassed! I just went, and I had to go again."
"Honey there's nothing to be embarrassed about, you had a lot to drink
at breakfast. You have to tell us if you have to go, okay?"
"Okay."
Harry nodded, "Let's get over to mungo's. We can clean you up there."
Draco snuffled and nodded. They all stepped into the floo again. The
warm fire dried Draco's pants as they flooed over to Mungo's. Harry
pulled the boy into the bathroom one we got there and conjured him some
new pants and underpants. He cleaned Draco's legs with some damp paper
towels and then dressed him in the fresh clothes, folding and shrinking
the soiled pants, and placing them in his pocket.
"Okay, Kiddo. Let's get you to your appointment." Harry said as he
rubbed the ink off Draco's nose.