Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Two

Chapter Two (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)

When Harry awoke, he wasn't in his room, nor was he in the hospital wing. He was in a large bed with lavish, maroon bedding and Gryffindor paraphernalia adorning every inch of the walls surrounding him.  It wasn't his room, it was a prefect’s room. Nobody else got their own bedroom like this apart from them. That meant it had to be either Ron's or...
"It's nice to see you finally awake." Hermione said as she entered the room from the en-suite bathroom beside the room.
"Herr-merr." Harry grumbled in response. All of his muscles were weak and useless, even his tongue, which felt three times bigger and didn't move when he wanted it to.
Hermione swept to his bedside and perched on the edge. She was wearing her Gryffindor jumper and a skirt.
"Try not to speak, Harry." She spoke softly to him. "That's what Madame Pomfrey said, anyway."
Harry looked at her in disbelief, wide eyed. What had happened to him? What was going on?
"Harry..." She began, holding on tightly to his hand. "...you collapsed outside charms and err..." She looked at him uncertainly. "...voided your bowels. “Not only that, but as you can probably gather, your muscles are considerably weaker than they once were. That's why you're here."
Harry looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"You're going to stay with me until Madame Pomfrey finds a cure for it." She explained. "I'm going to look after you, feed you, and care for you." She said, smiling warmly at him. "That includes...urr..." Hermione looked down awkwardly towards his crotch. "...diaper changes."

Harry's heart practically stopped in his chest.
"I know, I know you won't be too fond of it, Harry." She argued, misunderstanding why Harry's eyes were practically popping out of his head.  "But Dumbledore has given me this important task. I don't want to let him down, and I certainly don't want to let you down."

THE TWO OF THEM sat in awkward silence until it was finally broken by Hermione sniffing the air.
"Umm...Harry, I think we might have to kick off this new arrangement sooner than we originally thought.”
Harry sighed reluctantly, but in his current state could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. He instead gave out a little whimper, of excitement, not fear.
Hermione peeled back the duvet, which had been tucked in tightly beneath the mattress, revealing Harry in all his diapered glory. He was without a shirt and trousers and was wearing nothing but his yellow Hufflepuffypants diaper, which after multiple wets that had gone unnoticed by Hermione in the last few hours, had expanded to a size that was comical for her to look at. She couldn't help but let out a little giggle.
"Sorry." She said, but clearly still trying to stifle her laughter. "It's just I didn't think it would be this big."

Harry eyed her angrily as she proceeded to undo the tabs of his enormous puffy diaper that had expanded a good half a foot out from his waist. The smell of his mess was strong in Hermione's nose, but as his new carer she'd just have to learn to get used to such things. She tried to keep from wincing in disgust.
This is for Harry. She thought. This is for Harry.

Hermione undid the tabs either side of Harry's enormous diaper and peeled the soggy nappy away from his body with a squelch. Harry's cheeked flooded red as he noticed the massive erection he was sporting between his legs. He was fonder of Hermione's mothering than he originally thought.
Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of Harry's length. She'd never seen a boy’s penis before, and found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the sheer size of it. Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment and wanted to cry. He'd never had a say in this. He'd never got to actually voice his opinion on this. Had he known that Hermione would actually be changing his diapers and getting a full on view of his throbbing dick, he might have had something to say about it.
"Well..." Hermione coughed, still not able to stop looking, "let's crack on then."

Hermione's hands moved with surprising deftness as she swept the messy, wet diaper out from underneath him and into the diaper pail beside her. She wiped his butt and cleaned (a little too thoroughly) his balls and cock. Harry's body quivered under her touch. A new Hufflepuffy was placed beneath him in record time and taped up. The dry, crinkly material felt so much more refreshing than the warm, wet mess that was occupying his diaper before.
"There," Hermione said, still blushing after trying to restrain Harry's raging erection in his diaper and after wiping his butt clean. "That's better now, isn't it?" She cooed, absentmindedly brushing his hair with her hand.

She felt herself getting a little more comfortable with him as her baby than she should be.

*

Ginny couldn't contain her foul mood. She had to do something. She had to hit something.
"This isn't fair." She hissed, "This isn't how it's supposed to be happening." She grabbed a random book off of the bookshelf beside her and launched it across the room. Cho Chang ducked, alarmed by Ginny's rapid change in mood.
"You're a Ravenclaw." She growled at Cho. "You’re meant to be smart, why didn't you see this coming?"
Cho scowled at her.
"Stop acting like this was just your plan, Ginny." Cho replied, staring Ginny down bitterly. "We both wanted this for Harry. We'll figure this out."
"What is there to figure out? The whole things ruined." She said, looking as though she might cry any moment. She brushed her long ginger hair out of her face and stared Cho dead in the eyes.
"I hit him with the curse, and it started taking effect almost immediately. I mean, he pissed himself in his potions class not ten minutes later for God's sake."
Cho nodded as Ginny relayed their plan once again, trying to pick out what else could have gone wrong.
"Then, after the muscular spell took effect and he was left with no more strength than a baby, that's when Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped in, just as expected. That's when they were supposed to designate me as Harry's carer. And then we would have had him all to ourselves.
"But of course they had to pick fucking Hermione. That fucking mudblood princess."
"I thought you liked Hermione." Cho interjected, looking at Ginny sideways.
"I put up with her, Cho. And besides, that was before she took my baby Harry away from me." Ginny's eyes were dark and full of an anger no one had ever seen in them before.
"Can't we just get him back?" Cho asked.
"It'll be practically impossible." She replied. "The spell won't only affect Harry, it'll affect her too. Before long she'll find herself with an unexplained motherly bond towards him. She'll start wanting to look after him every hour of every day, she'll even start producing milk for him."

Ginny looked at Cho mischievously.
"All we'll have to do is take Hermione out of the picture."

Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter One

Chapter One (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)

It was Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort’s return haunted him to the very core. He’d watched the Dark Lord kill Cedric right before his very eyes. He’d literally watched the life drift away from him…

“So, Harry, what do you think might be causing the wettings?” Madame Pomfrey asked innocently, “It’s unusual for something like this to randomly spring up, you know.” Harry snapped out of his morbid thoughts and began to wonder. Just what had caused this? He had been fine a couple of days ago, why not now?
“I would say it’s likely to be a curse…” Pomfrey mused as she bustled about the ward. “But I’ve never seen one act quite like this before.”
Harry pouted to himself as he dwelled on the predicament. It had to be him, didn’t it… the boy who lived? The boy who pissed his pants in potions this morning, more like. He remembered it all too vividly. The memories were disturbing to say the least.

*

“Daydreaming again, Potter?” Snape hissed from the front of the classroom. Harry jumped with a start, launching his book into the back of Neville’s head and nearly falling off of his chair. “Ignorance-” Snape tutted. “Five points from Gryffindor.”
“But that’s not fair!” Hermione retorted, backing Harry up. Harry smiled her way.
“Insubordination, Miss Granger.” Snape added. “Ten points.”
“There’s nothing in the school rules th-”
“Being a smart arse-” He sneered. “Twenty Points from Gryffindor. Care to make it forty, Miss Granger? I’ve got all morning.” He chuckled, before going back to drawling on about some potion none of them would ever use. Some things never changed.
Harry suddenly felt a violent jerk in his stomach, like someone had disabled all of his muscles and was pressing down on his bladder.
“Hermione,” He began, not quite sure what to say. “Something’s…happening!” Harry got up to make a run to the toilet before Snape could catch him, but he stopped dead in his tracks as he felt a steady stream of urine soak into his boxers and seep through his grey school trousers for the whole potions class to see.
“Well, well, Mr. Potter. Snape grinned, unable to stifle his laughter. “It appears we’ve had a bit of an accident. Wetting your pants in my potions lesson, 10 points from Gryffindor.” He chuckled, before sending Harry to Madame Pomfrey.
Hermione went to follow, but Snape forbade her. He wanted Harry to walk all the way from the dungeons to the hospital wing in pissy, wet pants, alone.

 *

Snape’s unexplained cruelty disturbed harry, but not more than his recent incontinence did. Why had he randomly started pissing his pants? Madame Pomfrey said it could be a curse, but who would possibly want to curse him like this? He had no idea… Harry had his school clothes magically dried out and cleaned, but nothing could remove the embarrassment of the situation. As he was dwelling on the severity of what was (if it was indeed a curse) he felt a warm trickle against his crotch and realise it was happening again.
“No no no!” Harry yelped as he jumped off of the hospital bed he was sat on, which was now stained a straw coloured yellow.
“Mr. Potter…” Madame Pomfrey sighed as she waved her wand around again, drawing all of the moisture out of his trousers and into a bucket beside his bed.
“I’m afraid there’s no other call for it.” She said, levitating a large cardboard box towards her from the store cupboard. “You’ll have to be diapered until we can make some sense of all this.” Harry grimaced. He felt childish enough having pissed himself twice, but having to wear diapers? What would Hermione say? What would Ron say? What would Ginny say?
Madame Pomfrey ignored his obvious dislike to the idea, and proceeded to rummage through the box. “Now I’m afraid these are designed for younger students, but I’m sure the Engorgio charm will fit them up for you. We have a choice of four.”
She pulled out a light red/pink diaper with a cartoon lion on the front. Harry’s heart sank. “This is a Gryffindiaper.” Madame Pomfrey explained. “This is a standard diaper with no extra features, However there is only the one diaper in the box.”
She put it aside and pulled out a light green diaper. “This is the Slytherincontinent. This is for light wetters and can only sustain a few wettings before changing, however it’s much more subtle.” Harry looked in disdain at the grinning cartoon snake on the front of the diaper.
“This next one is called the ‘Ravencushie’” She continued, pulling out a light blue diaper with a bird on the front. “These are technically for babies, but they’ll still work for you now that I’ve made these a bit bigger. These diapers will alert the wearer’s guardian when they have wet or mess.” Harry was gobsmacked, how could she possibly expect him to wear this?
“And last but not least,” She chirped. “The Hufflepuffypants, my personal favourite. These are the ones that we have the most of, these will expand forever as you wet them, so that you don’t have to change at all if you don’t want to!” She smiled and handed him the box of diapers, of which only one was red, and therefore normal. “I must warn you though, the Hufflepuffypants will soak up water forever. For God’s sake don’t go swimming in it. We had to refill the black lake after a boy did that, and he ended up wearing a diaper the size of a large building.”

HARRY SOMEHOW LEFT feeling worse than when he entered. Now not only had he pissed his pants but he had some ridiculous diapers to go with it, and it only became worse when Hermione and Ron came in.
“Harry! What happened? We were so worried about you!” Harry just sighed and put his head in his hands.
“Harry?” Hermione pressed, sitting beside him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Ron looked down awkwardly at the bucket of piss beside Harry’s bed.
Hermione stayed quiet, running her fingers awkwardly through her hair. Ron continued to fidget, idly looking around the ward.
“These are nice.” She said in an attempt to comfort him, picking up the Hufflepuffypants. As expected, it didn’t work.
“Shut up, Hermione.” He said bluntly, and regretted it the moment he had uttered the words, but too furious with his situation to take them back.

“Harry I know you’re mad, but you can’t bite our heads off at this. I’m not saying this is your fault at all, but it’s certainly not ours. We just want to help, don’t we Ron?” Ron looked up with a distant gaze in his eyes that showed he had been paying little to no attention.
“Yep.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and turned back to Harry.
“How much longer do you need to stay here?” She asked, putting a delicate hand on his.
“She says I can leave whenever I want.” He grunted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “As long as I have one of these on.” He reluctantly poked at the box of diapers. Hermione looked at the box and then at Harry. “Well in that case,” She said, with that ‘Hermione’ tone of hers, “there’s no use in sitting around her feeling sorry for yourself.”
She stood up and picked out a red diaper from the box and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a normal one. Wait. His eyes widened as he thought about what was happening. Was Hermione planning on diapering him? Surely she can’t be that controlling, can she? And yet… he found himself getting hard at the idea.
“We’ll leave you to it.” She smiled politely as she and Ron left the room. Not before throwing the Gryffindiaper to Harry who merely stared at it in bemusement. Hermione shut the curtain on him as he left, leaving Harry to try and navigate his way around this puffy, crinkly, portable toilet alone.
“Right, Harry,” he said to himself. “You’ve done this before, you were a baby after all, right?” He unfolded the thick, pinky/red diaper and looked at the cartoon lion on the front unsurely. He’d never felt like such an idiot, like such a baby.
He nervously stripped off his trousers and boxers leaving him in just his Gryffindor jumper and socks, and sat on the thick pink material he’d lain out before him. He fidgeted and squirmed around until he believed he was in the right position, and then pulled up the front of the diaper, covering his crotch with the little cartoon lion.
“This doesn’t feel so bad.” He smiled as he pulled the tabs either side of him tight and did them up. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud at his handiwork. He doubted Hermione could have done a better job.
Unfortunately thinking about Hermione diapering him made him hard again, much to his disdain. Why did he want her to act like his mummy so bad? Regardless of that, Harry put on his trousers over his now much puffier ass and proceeded to meet Ron and Hermione outside.

“Hey.” They both said simultaneously. The two of them were unable to keep their eyes away from Harry’s butt and crotch out of curiosity.
“Yes!” Harry sighed. “I’ve put the bloody diaper on!”
“Oh…” Ron said awkwardly. “Urr, how is it?” Harry grimaced at that, he’d rather have had no-one say anything about it and that would be that.

“It’s puffy, humiliating and I’d rather not talk about it.” He huffed. He’d rather get his point out there and then that carry on this façade. “Let’s just go to charms.” He grunted, pushing past the two and making his way to the grand staircase. The lesson went unbearably slowly for Harry. Every five minutes he was trying to feel, by moving his legs, whether he had pissed himself. However he managed to stay dry for the duration, maybe he was getting better! The lesson finished with Neville Longbottom blowing up an unsuspecting chaffinch.
Harry, Ron and Hermione took their leave. But as Harry stood up, his knees buckled and he staggered into the hallway. “Hmm-My-nee.” He spluttered as he felt his muscles weaken and he collapsed onto the floor. The last things Harry felt was his bowels release as he slipped into unconsciousness.

A Massive Apology

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