Potters story

Sickness

As the night settled in the Slytherin dorm room, Harry found himself surrounded by the comfort of his new friends, Draco, Blaise, and Theodore. The events of the day had left him feeling emotionally exhausted, and as he lay in bed, he felt himself slipping into a familiar state of vulnerability.

Without warning, Harry felt a shift in his mood as he slipped into what he called "little space," a state where he felt small, innocent, and in need of care and attention. It was a coping mechanism he had developed over the years as a way to escape the harsh realities of his past, and now, surrounded by friends who had accepted him for who he was, he felt safe enough to let his guard down.

Draco, Blaise, and Theodore exchanged knowing glances as they noticed the change in Harry's demeanor. Without a word, they sprang into action, knowing exactly what Harry needed in his vulnerable state.

"Hey there, little one," Draco said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Are you feeling okay?"

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at Draco's gentle touch. "I'm okay," he murmured, his voice small and childlike.

Draco smiled reassuringly as he reached out to stroke Harry's hair. "Good," he said softly. "We're here for you, you know that, right?"

Harry nodded again, feeling a surge of gratitude towards his friends for their unwavering support. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Without another word, Draco, Blaise, and Theodore set about taking care of Harry, just as they had done countless times before. They played with him, engaging him in games and activities that brought a smile to his face.

First, they played a game of Exploding Snap, the sound of laughter filling the room as Harry gleefully watched the cards explode in a shower of sparks.

Then, they moved on to a game of Wizard's Chess, Harry's eyes lighting up with excitement as he moved the pieces across the board with expert precision.

Afterwards, they decided to indulge in a late-night snack, raiding the kitchen for all sorts of treats and goodies. Harry giggled with delight as he stuffed his face with chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties, his friends joining in on the feast with equal enthusiasm.

As the night wore on, Harry felt a sudden pang of discomfort in his stomach, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his cheeks burning with shame.

Draco, Blaise, and Theodore exchanged concerned glances as they noticed Harry's discomfort. "Are you okay, Harry?" Draco asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Harry nodded, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "I-I need..." he stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

Understanding dawned on Draco's face as he realized what Harry was trying to say. "It's okay, little one," he said gently, his voice soothing. "We'll take care of you."

With practiced ease, Draco, Blaise, and Theodore sprang into action, their movements swift and efficient as they prepared to change Harry's soiled nappy. They gathered the necessary supplies - wipes, clean nappies, and a fresh set of clothes - and set to work, their movements gentle and careful as they tended to Harry's needs.

Harry felt a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude as his friends took care of him, their actions a silent reminder of the bond they shared. Despite the discomfort of the situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort in their presence, knowing that they were there for him no matter what.

As the night wore on, Harry drifted off to sleep in the arms of his friends, his heart filled with gratitude for the little moments of joy and comfort that they had brought into his life.