Potters story

Secrets out

As the days passed at Hogwarts, Harry found himself grappling with a myriad of emotions and challenges. Determined to focus on his studies and put aside his personal feelings, he threw himself into his schoolwork with renewed determination.

But despite his best efforts, Harry found himself constantly distracted by his own struggles. The pull-ups Snape had insisted he wear proved to be a constant source of frustration, as Harry struggled to control his bladder and avoid accidents during the day.

To make matters worse, Harry's heartache over Draco only intensified when he witnessed him flirting with someone else. The sight sent a pang of jealousy coursing through Harry's veins, leaving him feeling more alone and heartbroken than ever before.

Seeking solace in the familiarity of Snape's quarters, Harry buried himself in his homework, hoping to distract himself from his tumultuous emotions. But as the hours wore on, the weight of his own despair became too much to bear, and Harry found himself succumbing to an emotional breakdown.

Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks as he collapsed onto his bed, his body wracked with sobs of anguish. The weight of his own insecurities and heartache pressed down on him, threatening to suffocate him with their intensity.

It was then that Snape found him, his expression softened with concern as he approached Harry's bedside. "Harry," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy, "what's wrong?"

Harry shook his head, unable to find the words to articulate his pain. "I-I don't know," he choked out, his voice trembling with emotion. "I just... I can't do this anymore."

Snape's heart ached at the sight of Harry in such distress, and without hesitation, he gathered the boy into his arms, holding him close in a comforting embrace. "It's alright, Harry," he murmured soothingly, his voice a reassuring presence in the darkness. "You're not alone. I'm here for you."

As Snape held him, Harry felt a sense of calm wash over him, the warmth of Snape's embrace providing a sanctuary from the storm raging inside him. And in that moment, he allowed himself to let go, to surrender to the comforting embrace of his mentor and friend.

As the hours passed, Harry found himself slipping into a state of vulnerability he had never experienced before. With Snape's gentle guidance, he allowed himself to regress into a state of childlike innocence, seeking refuge in the safety of little space.

Snape noticed the shift in Harry's demeanor, his keen gaze picking up on the subtle cues that indicated his descent into little space. Without hesitation, he fetched an array of toys and games, eager to provide Harry with a sense of comfort and joy.

For hours, they played together in Snape's quarters, lost in a world of imagination and wonder. Harry's laughter filled the room as he reveled in the simple pleasures of childhood, his worries and insecurities momentarily forgotten in the embrace of play.

But as the evening wore on, Harry's joy gave way to embarrassment as he stumbled upon a toy that bore a striking resemblance to himself.

"Hello my name is harry and I like playing and potions and I especially like Draco!"
Harry said in a childlike Voice

The realization hit Harry like a ton of bricks, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he hastily slipped out of little space. Without a word, he fled from Snape's quarters, his heart pounding with shame as he sought refuge in the Room of Requirement.

But as he entered the room, he was met with a startling sight. The familiar surroundings of the Dursleys' cupboard under the stairs greeted him, a stark reminder of the pain and neglect he had endured in his past.

Curling up in a corner of the room, Harry allowed himself to succumb to exhaustion, his tears mingling with the darkness that surrounded him. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find the strength to overcome the demons that haunted him, or if he would be forever trapped in the shadows of his own past.