Potters story

Snape is civil?

The morning sun cast a warm glow through the windows of the Hogwarts guest room where Harry found himself waking up. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, trying to shake off the remnants of a restless night plagued by nightmares.

As he sat up in bed, Harry's heart sank as he remembered the embarrassing events of the previous night: wetting the bed and the ensuing confrontation with Snape. He glanced over at the nappy still fastened around his waist, feeling a surge of humiliation.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door, and Snape entered the room carrying a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, Potter," he greeted, his tone gruff but not unkind. "I trust you slept well."

Harry nodded, avoiding Snape's gaze as he mumbled a response. He couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment from last night's incident.

Snape set the tray down on the bedside table and took a seat in the chair next to the bed. "Potter, we need to talk," he began, his voice serious.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he braced himself for what was to come. He had a feeling Snape wasn't going to let him off easy.

"Your behavior last night was unacceptable," Snape continued, his gaze piercing. "But I want to understand why you reacted the way you did."

Harry's mind raced as he tried to come up with an excuse. He couldn't tell Snape the truth about his home life, not when he was so ashamed of it. So, he made up a lie about feeling unwell and panicked.

Snape raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of Harry's explanation. "Potter, I may not be a Legilimens, but even I can tell when someone is lying. Now, tell me the truth."

Harry's heart sank as he realized Snape wasn't buying it. He bit his lip nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

"I-I can't, Professor," Harry stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I just... I don't want to talk about it."

Snape regarded him with a steely gaze, his expression unreadable. "Very well, Potter. I won't press the matter further. But know that I am here if you ever need to talk."

Harry nodded, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. He knew he should feel grateful that Snape was offering to listen, but the thought of opening up about his home life was too daunting.

"Now, about the nappy," Snape said, changing the subject. "Given your recent behavior, I think it's best if you use the nappy instead of the toilet. If you attempt to use the toilet and not the nappy, you will be in trouble. However, if the nappy needs changing, simply ask, and I will take care of it."

Harry's cheeks flushed with humiliation at Snape's directive. The thought of using a nappy like a baby was too much to bear. But he knew arguing with Snape was futile.

"Yes, Professor," Harry mumbled, resigning himself to his fate.

Snape nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Now, finish your breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us."

As Harry picked at his breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the humiliation and shame. Maybe, just maybe, Snape's unexpected understanding and support could be the start of something new. But for now, Harry knew he had to focus on earning back Snape's trust and proving that he was capable of behaving properly, nappy or not.

Harry woke up with a sinking feeling in his stomach as Snape announced their plans for the day. "Potter, we're going to Hogsmeade today," Snape stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Harry didn't want to go, but he knew better than to protest with Snape. He simply nodded in response, his heart heavy with dread.

As they made their way to Hogsmeade, Harry's anxiety grew with each step. He knew it was only a matter of time before they ran into someone from Hogwarts, and he dreaded the inevitable humiliation.

Sure enough, as they reached the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, Harry's worst fears were realized when he spotted Draco Malfoy among the crowd. Draco's eyes lit up with malicious delight as he caught sight of Harry.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter," Draco sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "What's the matter, Potter? Forgot to bring your nappy bag with you?"

Harry's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realized Draco was referring to the nappy visible beneath his robes. "Shut up, Malfoy," Harry muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Draco smirked, clearly enjoying Harry's discomfort. "Oh, touchy, aren't we? I suppose even the great Harry Potter isn't immune to a little accident now and then."

Harry's fists clenched at his sides, but before he could respond, Snape intervened. "That's enough, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, his voice cold and authoritative. "We have more important matters to attend to."

Draco's smirk faltered slightly as he glanced at Snape. "Sorry, Uncle Sev," he muttered, his tone begrudging.

Snape raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he led Harry and Draco into a nearby wizard cafe. They took a seat at a table by the window, and Snape ordered lunch for them.

As they ate, Harry's anxiety began to fade, replaced by a sense of unease as he felt a strange pressure in his stomach. Ignoring it at first, he continued to eat until a sudden cramp hit him like a punch to the gut.

Harry froze, his eyes widening in horror as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he bolted from the table, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he rushed to the nearest public toilet.

Snape and Draco exchanged a confused glance before following Harry to the toilet. Snape's expression remained impassive as he watched Harry disappear into a stall, but Draco's eyes widened in realization.

"Merlin's beard," Draco muttered under his breath. "He... he's wearing a nappy.He just..."

Snape nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the door to the toilet stall. "Dragon, please don't make it weird to Harry" he said quietly.

"What!why is he actually using it?How do you know?"Draco demanded

"I can't tell you much as I don't know myself,however when he was out after the curfew,I decided he shall stay under my supervision.Accidents happen and he needed ... protection.I suspect from what I've seen that he may have an abusive family."Snape explained

"Oh...right"

Inside the stall, Harry's heart was pounding as he struggled to clean himself up. He felt utterly humiliated, knowing that Snape and Draco were waiting just outside.

After what felt like an eternity, Harry emerged from the stall, his cheeks flushed with shame. Snape and Draco were waiting for him, their expressions unreadable.

Without a word, Snape led Harry to the baby changing area, his touch surprisingly gentle as he helped Harry change out of the soiled nappy. Draco watched in silence, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and pity.

Once Harry was cleaned up, Snape led them out of the toilet and back into the cafe. Harry's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realized that the other patrons had witnessed the entire ordeal.

But to his surprise, no one seemed to pay them any mind as they returned to their table. Snape ordered tea for them, and they sat in silence as they sipped their drinks.

As they finished their tea, Snape turned to Harry with a rare hint of concern in his eyes. "Potter, are you alright?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Harry nodded, unable to meet Snape's gaze. "Yes, Professor," he murmured, feeling a lump forming in his throat.

Snape nodded in understanding before turning to Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, I trust you will keep what you witnessed today to yourself," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Draco nodded solemnly, his gaze meeting Harry's for a brief moment before he looked away. "Of course, Uncle Sev," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

As they left the cafe and made their way back to Hogwarts, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that lingered. But amidst the embarrassment and shame, there was a glimmer of something unexpected: a newfound understanding between himself, Snape, and even Draco, 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.