Potters story

A Night In Snape's Quarters

Harry tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed, the weight of his troubled home life weighing heavily on his mind. His dreams were plagued with images of shouting matches , daily beatings and lonely nights spent in his cupboard under the stairs. Suddenly, he jolted awake, heart pounding, sweat beading on his forehead.

Gasping for breath, Harry realized he had wet the bed. Panic surged through him as he scrambled to hide the evidence before anyone could find out. He didn't want Snape to find out that he was a Freak.He fumbled with the sheets, trying to peel them off without making too much noise, but it was no use. Snape's sharp voice cut through the darkness.

"What on earth are you doing, Potter?"

Harry froze, his heart sinking as Snape flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the scene before him. He felt a burning heat rise to his cheeks as he struggled to come up with an excuse.

"I-I'm sorry, Professor," Harry stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to..."

Snape's expression was a mix of annoyance and disbelief as he surveyed the damp bed. "Merlin's beard, Potter, how old are you? Six? Leave it be, there's no point in trying to hide it now."

Harry's cheeks flushed even darker as Snape's sarcasm washed over him. He felt small and ashamed, wishing he could disappear into thin air. But Snape wasn't finished yet.

"Off with those wet clothes," Snape ordered, his tone gruff but determined. "You need to take a bath."

Harry's heart raced with panic as he shook his head. "I-I can't, Professor... I-I don't want anyone to see..."

Snape's expression softened slightly as he tried to reassure Harry. "Potter, I understand that this is embarrassing for you, but it's important to take care of yourself. Now, please, do as I say."

But Harry's nerves got the best of him, and he snapped.

"No! I won't do it!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the small room. "Leave me alone!"

Snape's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to Harry, his voice low and dangerous. "You will not speak to me in that tone, Potter. You will do as you're told, or there will be consequences."

Harry's chest heaved with anger and frustration as he met Snape's steely gaze. "I don't care! You can't make me!"

Snape's jaw clenched as he fought to keep his temper in check. "Very well, Potter. Have it your way. But be warned, there will be consequences for your defiance."

With that, Snape turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Harry's ragged breaths.

Alone in the bathroom, Harry felt a wave of regret wash over him. He hadn't meant to lose his temper, but the fear and shame had clouded his judgment. With a heavy heart, he stripped off his wet clothes and sank into the warm bathwater, the weight of Snape's warning hanging over him like a dark cloud.

As he soaked in the tub, Harry couldn't help but wonder what punishment awaited him. But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, there was a glimmer of something unexpected: a newfound understanding between himself and Snape, born from a shared moment of vulnerability. And for the first time in a long while, Harry allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things would eventually get better.

Harry sat on the edge of the guest room bed, his hands trembling as he stared down at the folded nappy in front of him. The mere sight of it filled him with a mixture of dread and humiliation, and he couldn't bring himself to touch it.

Snape stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Harry with a stern expression. "You brought this upon yourself, Potter," he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You will wear it as punishment for your disobedience."

Harry felt a surge of panic rise in his chest as he shook his head. "No, I-I can't... Please, Professor, I'll do anything else..."

But Snape's threatening voice cut through Harry's protests, sending a shiver down his spine. "You will wear it, Potter, or there will be further consequences. Do not test my patience any further."

Trembling with fear, Harry nodded quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yes, Professor..."

With a sense of defeat, Harry reluctantly took the nappy and began to fumble with the straps, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to fasten it around his waist, the shame of the situation weighing heavily on him.

Once the nappy was in place, Harry couldn't bring himself to meet Snape's gaze. He felt small and vulnerable, like a child being scolded by a strict parent. With a heavy heart, he made his way back to the guest room, his steps slow and hesitant.He let his thoughts take over.Thoughts of burns,scars and pain. Im fine. I'm fine I'm fine.

But as soon as he sat down on the bed,he was not fine and a wave of panic washed over him. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he clutched at his chest, his heart pounding in his ears. The walls seemed to close in around him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Just as Harry thought he couldn't take it anymore, the door creaked open and Snape entered the room. His expression softened slightly as he took in Harry's distressed state, and he moved to sit beside him on the bed.

"Potter, breathe," Snape said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You're safe here. I'm not going to hurt you."

But Harry was beyond hearing, lost in the grip of his panic. He curled into himself, his entire body shaking as he struggled to regain control.

Snape's hand came to rest on Harry's shoulder, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "Listen to my voice, Potter. Focus on your breaths. In... and out..."

Slowly, gradually, Harry began to calm down. The sound of Snape's voice was like an anchor, grounding him in the present moment. His breathing steadied, his heartbeat slowing to a more manageable rhythm.

After what felt like an eternity, the panic began to subside, leaving Harry feeling drained and exhausted. He leaned against Snape, grateful for the support.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse from the ordeal.

Snape gave him a small nod, his gaze softening. "You're welcome, Potter. Now get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning."

With that, Snape rose from the bed and made his way to the door, leaving Harry to his thoughts. As he drifted off to sleep, Harry couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Perhaps, just perhaps, things would be okay after all.