Hi! New here...umm, this is the first part of something that I wrote really late last night, and I thought maybe I should put it out here for people to see-let me know what you think of it so far! The second and third part is up too...


Unexpected Discoveries


Harry looked from one side of the street to the other as he jogged up the stairs to his small London flat, using his one hand to push his glasses further up his nose. Clutching his paper package tighter, he mumbled the unlocking spell, anxious to get inside. Although it really was almost instantaneous, the door seemed to take forever to open, and he rushed inside the very second he could, slamming the door shut tightly.

He leaned up against it with a big sigh of relief. He’d made it. While his rational mind was telling him that there was no real danger of anyone seeing what was in his tightly bound package, or of anyone really wanting to see what was in it, he still couldn’t seem to shake his fear.

Pushing himself away from the door, he locked it, and then carefully set his package down on the kitchen table. He proceeded to close every window shade in the house. Harry searched each and every room, making sure to leave no stone unturned.

When he was satisfied that the house was secure, he went back into his bedroom, and climbed up on top of the bed so that he could reach the ceiling. Lifting away a tile, he blindly felt around, until he found the box that he was looking for. After replacing the ceiling tile, he carried the box into the kitchen and set it down next to the package.

Although, once again, his rational mind knew that no one could possibly be in his house, he checked around him one last time before turning his attention to the unopened package. Very carefully, he began to peal away the brown paper. Excitement made his fingers tremble a bit, but he finally managed to get it open. There they were. Never before opened. The plastic casing caused a glare in the artificial light.

There were several items in the package, and Harry arranged them all by type on the kitchen table. The big package, the big green plastic one, sat in the middle by itself. There were several smaller ones, with two small items inside that were both brightly colored. There was also an item of clothing, a deep forest green shade, and a rectangle box with bright lettering. Along with a square white box seemingly nondescript.

Harry also began to pull things from his own personal box too. Several bottles and jars came first, quickly followed by another bolt of cloth, this one cream colored. It was well-worn, and obviously well loved.

“Well,” Harry said to himself. “What are you going to do now that you’ve got the stuff?”

For a while he was content to bask in his own excitement, touching each of the things individually. Though, this would only last for so long, he knew, and before too much time had past, Harry began to steel himself.

“You know you want to. You’ve been thinking of this for a long time…just do it. You’ll feel so much better…so much better.”

Picking up the items, he carried them into the living room and arranged them again on the coffee table. Once he was satisfied that everything was there, he began to undress. Once naked, he clenched his lips together, and pulled open the big green package with a rip.

Oh Merlin. For a second, he allowed his fingers to caress the white plastic that lay inside, before removing one single item.

Gathering up the jars and bottles and the square box, he lay down on the couch. He opened up the plastic item, not expecting the waft of scent that hit his nose as he did so. He liked it. He liked the feel of the crinkling plastic in his hands even better.

Making sure to face it the right way, he slipped the item underneath him, squaring it with his hips. The soft feel of cotton under him was inviting, and he could feel himself begin to get even more excited.

He reached down and picked up a bottle of cream. He squirted some into his hands, and lathered his lower regions with lotion, being sure to get everywhere. After wiping his hands on a cloth, he reached for another bottle of cream, this one a little bit smaller, and came in more of a tube.

He squeezed some onto his fingers, and reached down blindly to rub it onto his most sensitive areas. There was only one bottle remaining. Harry picked it up, and turned the top to expose the open holes. Turning it upside down, he shook some of the white powder into his recently lotioned areas. The familiar smell of baby powder overwhelmed him, and he closed his eyes for a second just to savor the smell.

After closing the bottle, and setting it down by the others, Harry prepared himself for the one thing he’d been looking forward to for a very long time. Lying his head back, he leaned down, and lifted the front of the white, plastic item, and pulled it tight up and over his body.

As he felt the soft, plastic encased cotton surround him, he inhaled sharply. The utter feel of it, all around him made him close his eyes in rapture, and pull the diaper even closer to his skin.

Holding the top in place with one hand, he reached down to one side to grasp the big tape. The rip of the tab was comforting, and he pulled it up and over his hip to secure the bottom to the top.

Wow. This was better than he’d expected. He quickly reached for the other side, enjoying again the rip of the tape tab. Pulling it tightly across his pelvis, he secured the final side.

He lifted his head to look down at his diaper. Heehee, his diaper. That sounded so good! He pressed his hand against the soft plastic of the front, enjoying the feel of both the plastic under his fingers, the crinkling sound, and the gentle pressure against his skin.

He was content to simply enjoy his newly diapered state for a while, playing with it a little, feeling it from all sides. This feeling…it was…almost indescribable. He felt so safe, so secure all wrapped up in his new diaper. He couldn’t stop smiling!

Deciding to finish what he started, he sat up and reached for the forest covered cloth, holding it up so that it could unfold. As it opened, it’s identity became clearer. A large footed sleeper, complete with little snitches embezzled all other. His smile grew, and Harry couldn’t help a cute little giggle. They were perfect!

Unsnapping the back, he carefully stepped into the garment backwards. Since it buttoned up the back, he was going to have to put it on, and then turn it around. He had had it made to be just a little bit big, so that he could have room in it for his legs when he turned it around. He stuck his arms in, and carefully closed each little snap, slightly amused by the sound they made.

After they were all closed, he withdrew his arms and legs into the torso, and turned it around, so that the snaps were in the back, and carefully replaced his limbs. Giggling again, he wiggled his toes. The sleeper was so soft! He loved how it felt on his whole body.

He picked up one of the small, brightly colored boxes, and opened them. Selecting one of the two pacifiers, he chose the white and yellow one, and popped it into his mouth. Suckling softly, he moved his tongue around the rubber nipple, getting a feel for it. He could feel the hard plastic ring attached to the outside softly hitting his chin as he suckled, and he smiled around his new binky.

This was so cool! Grabbing the cream colored cloth, he lay back down on the couch, and pressed his blanky to his face. Sweet, sweet bliss. Not a care in the world. He breathed deep the new scent of lotion, baby powder, and a rather unique smell of a fresh package of diapers. Not that he would know, this being his first time actually experimenting with the stuff.

After the publicity of the defeat of Voldemort, Harry had discovered that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Hermione and Ron had married, settling in Scotland with their ever growing family. If he remembered correctly, Hermione would be about 8 months pregnant with their fourth child right about now-first their was their eldest, son Brychan, and then came twins, Kara and Kaden, and an absolutely adorable little girl named Riley. This time they decided that they’d rather be surprised, and opted not to know the gender.

Ginny and Colin Creevey hooked up in a rather surprise engagement, and now lived somewhere in Surrey, and were neighbors to recently wed Neville and Luna, who were also expecting their first child.

Sirius and Remus were living at 12 Grimmauld place, perfectly happy now that the place had been remodeled, and all traces of Sirius’ mother and Kreacher were removed.

Of course, he frequently kept in touch with all of them, and they visited often. But, it was still a nice reprieve from the constant attention of the media as he’d had before. And with this free time, he’d discovered a little bit about himself. He’d bought a computer, and with that computer came the internet.

Now, all throughout his life, Harry had had a fascination with babies. At first, he’d thought it was because of his own lack of family. But as he searched through random sites on the internet, he found something interesting. A picture of a handsome, fully grown man wearing nothing but a diaper, and looking extremely pleased about it. Startled, he looked further into it, and found several sites dedicated to diaper wearing adults, and found out all he could.

After several months of knowing, Harry finally decided he should order some diapers and baby things. At first, he was content to go down to the local store and pick up a few things, like baby powder and lotion. But after a while, he wasn’t simply content to merely have them. He wanted to use them.

And now, here he was. Fully creamed, powdered, diapered, and buttoned into pajamas with his binky and his blanky. He smiled a big goofy grin, and suckled his pacifier, clutching his old baby blanket close. He rubbed the soft cotton up against his face, and smiled even bigger. He could get used to this.

Because all of this excitement had made him a little sleepy, he decided to go and take a nap. He enlarged the box, and put all of his items into the box, but left it on the table. He would need it later.

Carrying his blanket into his bedroom, he pulled out his wand, and spelled crib bars on either side of his bed that could be lowered or raised from the both the outside and the inside.

Climbing onto his bed, he raised the side of his…well, he guessed it really was a crib now, and snuggled under the covers. He curled up on his side, and clutched his blanky close, suckling his binky to lull himself to sleep.

Here's the second part-this one's a little short, but the third one makes up for it!


Severus Snape coughed as he entered Harry Potter’s flat, floo dust all over him. He hated floo-ing. He brushed off his dark robes, and looked around the tiny little apartment. No sign of Harry in the kitchen. He quickly cleaned up his dusty mess with a flick of his wand, and strolled into the living room, seeing no one and nothing there but a large box filled with…what was that?

Frowning a little, he entered the room, and perused the contents of the box. Unopened baby wipes, baby powder, lotion, an opened bag of adult diapers, an open package of pacifiers, and an unopened baby bottle box. Oh, dear…what was Harry getting himself into? Could he really…no…no, that would be too easy. There was some explanation for all of this, there had to be.

He reentered the kitchen, the scent of baby powder still in his nose. The boy had used it, obviously. But, what for? And where was he?

The bedroom. He hadn’t checked the bedroom yet. Very quietly, using his spy skills to their full advantage, he tiptoed to the door, and opened the crack a little wider, peeking inside.

There, fully tucked into his bed-turned-crib, was Harry. Quite literally snuggled up to his eyeballs lay the sleeping savior, a pacifier firmly in his mouth, and a baby blanket securely tucked against him.

Deciding to risk it, Severus stepped closer to the sleeping figure, peeking over the side of the crib at him. He looked so cute and small tucked into the too-big bed, with his blanky. Severus smiled, and reached down to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

He debated with himself whether or not to wake the sleeping boy. On one hand, he didn’t want to scare him by waking him up, and exposing him so early after waking. But on the other, it would be rather odd to suddenly be in Harry’s house without him knowing.

In the end, he chose the latter, deciding that he would stick to the age old mantra that one should never wake up a sleeping baby. Smiling softly to himself, he conjured up a baby monitor, and attached it to the side of the crib, so that he could hear when Harry was awake.

After kissing Harry’s forehead, Severus slipped back out into the hallway, taking the other monitor piece with him.



Around two hours later, Harry awoke. With a big yawn that made him lose his pacifier, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his fist enclosed blanket. He sat up for a few moments, and then replaced his binky. He was surprised how fast it had become addicting to always have something to suck on in his mouth.

The first thing he noticed was the pressure in his bladder. Automatically, he went to swing his legs over the side of his bed, and was stopped by the crib bars. Oh, yeah he thought to himself, and then lay back down. It was time for him to wet his first diaper in more than twenty years.

Situating himself comfortably on his bed, he closed his eyes, and tried to let go of his bladder muscles. But, years of training were hard to undo. He took a deep breath, and tried to relax. After a few moments, he felt the first few tentative drops leak, and then he began to wet in earnest.

His eyes sparked open at the rapid spread of warmth in his diaper. He gasped as the liquid stretched from the front all the way to the back of the diaper, completely soaking it. Wow, he really had to go! A little while later, he was done, and Harry allowed himself to bask in his wet diaper.

Slipping his hand down to his crotch, he squeezed the front, feeling the warm liquid inside squish against his skin. Oh my! The feeling of it pressed up against his most sensitive areas made him moan a little, and he was once again overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure.

He played with his wet diaper a little, pressing up against it through his sleeper to hear the crinkle, and feel his diaper move. Though, after a while, he decided that he wouldn’t mind a change, and lifted his hand to unlock the bars of his crib, and his hand came in contact with something foreign.

Looking up, Harry saw a baby monitor attached to the top bar, and his eyes widened. He didn’t remember adding that before he took his nap. He shook his head, and lowered the bars before stepping out. He could have done it subconsciously, he reasoned with himself, to enhance the baby feel.

As he stepped onto the hardwood floor, he at once decided he really loved his footed sleepers. Not only did they make him feel babyish, they also were wonderful at keeping his feet warm after a time in bed.

Holding his blanky close to his chest, he yawned and walked out into the kitchen. Where did he put his things? Oh, yeah, he’d left them in the living room.

Shuffling, he entered the living room, and the sight of a very pleased Severus Snape greeted him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you have nice nap?”

Oh, Merlin…what had he gotten himself into?

OK, third part-this one is my favorite, I think...




Harry was frozen in place. Oh, God, oh god oh god…he’d taken every precaution against this. How had he gotten in? Oh God, he was going to tell everyone…he knew…Harry’s fantasy lover, the one object of his unspoken desire, knew his deepest darkest secret…

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you still tired?”

Severus stood up, and started towards him, a smile still on his face. Harry couldn’t force his limbs to move, couldn’t force his lips to form a word…what could he say? What could he do?

Severus reached him, standing before him, and held up his other half of the monitor. “I heard you wake up. You’re so adorable…” Setting his monitor on the end table near him, Severus bent down so that he was eye level with Harry. “I think somebody might need their diaper changed. Most little boys do after their nap.”

Before Harry could think, Severus had picked him up, holding him with one hand under his bottom, and one against his back, settling him on his hip.

“Oh, dear! You really do need a change, don’t you baby?” He said, squeezing the diaper under his hand. “Don’t worry, Daddy will fix it.” Severus said, carrying Harry into the living room, and sat down on the couch.

“Let’s get your sleeper unbuttoned,” he said, doing just that. Feeling extremely emotionally charged, Harry rested his head on the older man’s shoulder. He couldn’t decide if he was scared, or excited, or tired, or extremely anxious, or all of those.

“Oh, poor baby. He just woke up,” Severus mumbled, pulling his sleeper open, before gently lying Harry down on the couch in front of him. “Shh, it’s ok,” he said, “Can Daddy hold blanky while he takes off your sleeper? I’ll give it right back” He quickly divested Harry of the pajamas, and did as he promised. “There, there’s blanky” he murmured, and pulled the legs off.

There before him, lay Harry Potter, suckling a binky, and clutching a baby blanket in nothing but a wet diaper. He smiled to himself, not believing his luck.

He pulled another diaper from the package, along with the package of wipes, and the diaper cream. As he moved to unfasten the diaper, Harry gave a little whimper below him, and he moved one hand to the boy’s face. “Shh, shh shh, it’s ok, baby, it’s ok. I’ve got you, Daddy’s got you,” he replaced the boy’s pacifier that had fallen from his mouth and set back to work.

He quickly conjured a changing pad, and slipped it under Harry. He untapped the wet diaper, and rolled it up, vanishing it with a murmured spell. He opened the wipes, and cleaned the silent boy, before rubbing a little bit of cream into his more sensitive areas. Opening a new diaper, he slipped it underneath him, leaving it open so that he could sprinkle a bit of baby powder on him. Pulling it closed tightly, he tapped it shut, smoothing the front with his hand.

“There, all better. See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Severus sat Harry up, and buttoned him back into his sleeper. “Does that feel better, hmm?” Harry’s response was to bury his face in his shoulder, and wrap his arms around Severus’ neck.

Severus chuckled, and cuddled him closer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He leaned back into the couch, and rubbed the boy’s back. “It feels better when somebody else diapers you, doesn’t it baby? Yeah,” He pressed a kiss into Harry soft hair.

After a few minutes spent cuddling, Severus picked him up and walked towards the kitchen. “Poor baby, you’re probably so confused. Aren’t you? Is Daddy’s little boy confused? Yeah, I’ll bet he is. He gets all tucked in for a nap like a good little boy, and then wakes up to such a big surprise!” He set Harry down on the kitchen table, and bent to face him.

Severus stroked his soft hair, smirking at the utter cuteness of Harry’s big green eyes, and little yellow pacifier. “Why don’t you give binky to Daddy, so we can talk a bit, ok? Oops!” he said, popping the item from Harry’s mouth, and setting it down beside him.

“So, little one,” Severus said. “Did you like what just happened?”

Harry didn’t really trust his voice, and merely nodded.

Severus gave a soft smile at his babyish tendencies. “Did it make you feel good?”

Again, Harry nodded.

“Would you like to continue this? Do you want me to be your Daddy, Harry? Because I would really like for you to be my baby,” he said, ready to patiently wait for an answer.

Harry chewed his lip for a little while, his eyes downcast, and his hand came up to cover his mouth with his blanket so that he could feel it’s softness, and take comfort from that. But Severus would have none of it, and gently used a finger to raise Harry’s chin, with a gentle, and extremely paternal questioning glance.

Harry looked up at him and nodded, holding out his arms to be held.

Severus smiled big. “God, you’re so cute,” he said, replacing the pacifier, and holding him in his arms, swaying from foot to foot in the rocking stance known to parents everywhere. “My baby, my little boy,” he murmured into Harry’s hair.

“Daddy’s little boy.”

They continued to rock for a while, before Harry remembered the unopened bottle he had yet to use. He lifted his head from the comforting shoulder, and looked at his new Daddy.

“A’ee ah fphwannuh buhbuh”

Severus laughed, and plucked the pacifier from Harry’s lips. “Here, little one, why don’t you give binky to Daddy before you try that one again.”

Harry smiled. “Daddy, can I please have a bottle?”

Severus’ smile grew bigger, and he replaced Harry’s binky. “Of course you can, baby. Daddy will make you one since you asked so nicely.”

Severus set him down on the ground on his bottom, and went into the living room to get the new bottle. After he opened the package, he looked down at Harry, who was currently sitting at his feet looking up at him.

“Here, baby” he said, conjuring a few baby toys that floated gently to the ground. “Why don’t you play with these while Daddy makes your bottle, ok?”

Making sure that Harry was situated with his new set of blocks, a stuffed lion, and some plastic brightly colored rings, Severus cleaned the new bottle, and then searched through Harry’s refrigerator for a carton of milk.

Stirring together a couple of ounces of milk and a few scoops of magically created baby formula, he set it into a pan to heat, and leaned against the counter to watch Harry play.

It was rather amusing to say the least. He couldn’t seem to decide what to play with. In one arm, with his blanky, was the stuffed lion clutched to his chest, and with his other he was trying to hold both a ring and a block at the same time. He just couldn’t pick which one was more appealing.

Severus had to try hard to keep from openly laughing and ruining the image of Harry putting down a ring and picking up a block, and then putting down the block to pick up a ring. And on it went until the milk was heated. Carefully, he poured it into the bottle, and secured the lid.

After testing the temperature on his hand, he set the newly made bottle down on the counter, and picked up his baby from under the arms.

“Come here, little one,” he said, hoisting him into his arms.

“Do you want Daddy to feed you?” he asked, and Harry smiled so big, nodding his head. Severus laughed, and picked up the bottle, carrying Harry into his bedroom.

Using a bit of wandless magic, Severus created a big rocking chair for the corner, and settled himself and Harry into it. He pulled Harry into a cradling position in his right arm, held the bottle with his left.

“We don’t need this, do we? No,” he plucked the binky again from Harry’s mouth, and introduced the nipple, which Harry readily accepted.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good boy.”

Rocking softly, Severus watched Harry’s eyelids continue to droop until they shut. He watched the muscles in his face work as he nursed the bottle, an expression of utter contentment on his face.

His breathing became more even, until most of the bottle was gone, and Harry let the nipple slip from his mouth. Severus smiled, and set the bottle aside, replacing it with Harry’s pacifier.

Severus carried him to the crib, and settled him down into it, tucking his bedding around him. Though, Severus frowned at the black grown-up bedding. This simply would not do. With a flick of his wand, it changed into a soft green, with little frogs everywhere.

It also added a crib bumper along the sides so that Harry would not bump against the wood in the night. He lowered the bed, and raised the sides a little, so that Harry could not easily climb out and altering the spells to ensure that he couldn’t climb out and so that Harry could not open them from the inside. He would be just like a baby who would have to wait for his Daddy to come and get him.

He added a mobile to the four poster canopy of Harry’s bed, made from a mixture of animals and Quidditch symbols. He smirked and charmed it to hum a soft lullaby, and spin with a gently breeze.

Severus added a changing table to the empty space across from Harry’s bed, to make for easier diaper changes. Harry would like that.

Leaning down, he brushed the hair off of Harry’s forehead, and kissed him good night, tucking his blanky and the stuffed lion into his arms before raising the crib side. “Sleep tight, my little baby,” he whispered, and quietly shut the door behind him

Now that Harry was asleep and tucked into bed, Severus set about putting away his son’s little stash of things, adding a mental note to pick up a few more things. When that was done, he sat in the kitchen, and perused his options.

With a smirk, he pulled out his wand and went about baby-proofing the entire house. He added door knob protectors, cabinet locks, and mechanisms to the refrigerator and stove.

He then altered them to be specifically guarded against Harry in his baby form-of course, he couldn’t expect him to stay little all the time, but while he was, Severus couldn’t have him getting into everything, now could he?

Once he’d finished, for now, his alterations, Severus set about to alter the guest bedroom. Looking out the window to make sure he had the room, Severus enlarged the room to make it the same size as the master bedroom, moving the master bath that attached to Harry’s room into the new room.

Severus smirked; it’s not like he’d need it now anyway.

With a flick of his wand, he installed a few of his personal things into the room-his bed, dresser full of clothes, and his nightstand with a few odds and ends.

Satisfied that the room was now his new bedroom, Severus went back into the kitchen. He had actually come here to do something in the first place.

Reaching into his robes, he withdrew a rather large envelope, and set it down on the table. He thought about it for a minute, but then decided again against waking Harry. They could discuss it in the morning.

Severus looked at the time, and noticed that it was half past ten at night. Standing up from the kitchen table, he decided to call it a night. After all, one does get tired after taking care of a baby.

I dunno I am a huge harry potter fan and this just didn't seem to do it justice seeing on how if you had read the last book you would know that a lot of those people did not end up how you said in the back story and it just didn't make any sense with all the things that happened in the last book is all and I mean almost everyone knows Sirius is dead

Ok, very true. I did read all the books, and I suppose I should have put a note at the top of the post...the story takes place in my fantasy perfect world of noncon. I like to take the term fanfic to the extreme, and ignore some of the canon events after book 4, such as Sirius' death and Harry marrying Ginny, mostly just becuase I can. So, I'm sorry if that offends you, because I know that a lot of people really don't like anything but canon.

But other than it being very far from canon, what else could I do to improve it?

QUICK WARNING!!!!!: Just a restatement of what was discussed before, this is an extremely noncon story, and I'm sorry if it offends anyone or turns them off the story. ALSO: the rest of this story will contain slash and mpreg


The next morning, Harry awoke again in his crib, though a little less surprised than last time. He looked up(had his canopy always been that high?)at the new mobile, and smiled. A new addition from his Daddy.

Sitting up a little, he looked around him at all of the other addictions to his bed. New blankets, and a crib bumper to match. The sides were also a little higher, and it made him feel so little-heehee!

Clutching his lion and blanky close he looked out around his room, and noticed the new changing table-oh so cool! He noticed also that his bathroom door was missing-hmm, he wondered why.

Deciding that he was awake enough to get out of bed, Harry stood up, and tried to lower the side of the crib. But the button he’d created to let the side down wasn’t there. Frowning, he felt all along the top bar, and still couldn’t find it.

He tried just pushing it down, but to no avail. And even when he tried to climb over it, an unseen force pushed him down, and he fell back onto his heavily diapered bum.

With a little indignant humph, Harry buried his face in his blanky and pouted. He wanted out. He’d be willing to bet money that Severus had charmed the crib to keep him in until he came to get him.

With nothing else to do, Harry wet his diaper, and this amused him for a time, but very soon it grew cold, and uncomfortable.

And it was brought to his attention that wetting was not all he had to do this morning.

Frantically sucking his binky, Harry weighed his options. There was obviously no way he could get out of the crib on his own-he’d have to be lifted out. He could wait until Daddy came to get him, but he didn’t think he could wait that long…

Now, wetting his diapers was one thing-but anything else was a different story. He wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, and didn’t think he’d like it in the least.

Eventually, he decided to wait and see if his Daddy would come. But as time ticked on, and still no sign of him, Harry began to worry.

He became more and more uncomfortable, in both the cold wet diaper, and his now cramping abdomen. And finally, he could wait no longer. Burying his face in his lion, he let go of his muscles.

As he felt his mess mush against him, he let loose his whimpers. The combination of being helpless, and uncomfortable, and dirty, and (a little surprisingly considering whose fault it was that he was in this predicament in the first place) desperately wanting his Daddy was just too much for Harry, and before long, his whimpers gave way to full blown cries.



This was the sight that greeted Severus Snape as he went to go collect his sub from bed. Standing up in the crib, looking very upset, was Harry, clutching his blanky and the lion, with his binky hanging half out of his mouth in a gut wrenching sob.

When Harry caught sight of him, he reached out his arms. He wanted out-now.

“Harry!” Severus cried. “Harry, what’s wrong? What happened, baby?” As he came further into the room he knew.

“Oh, poor baby…Ok, Harry, it’s alright. Daddy will make it better, OK? Shh, I’m here, sweetie, don’t worry.” He cooed to him gently, quickly coming forward and lowering the crib wall. He lifted him up into her arms, taking care to hold him under his legs to not press his mess against his rear.

“I don’t like it, I don’t like it…” he whimpered as his pacifier slipped from his lips and he clung onto Severus, his arms clutching his neck.

“Shhh shhh, it’s alright. You’ll be nice and clean in no time.” He purred to him tenderly as he laid him onto the table. He popped the snaps on his sleeper and pulled open his diaper. As the scent quickly filled the room, Harry felt ready to start bawling, but Severus quickly countered by replacing the yellow pacifier than had fallen back into his lips. He blinked, and then started to suck on it, feeling comforted by the rubber nipple.

Severus gave a small smile as Harry closed his eyes and relaxed, then got to work. He cleaned his rear and crotch off with a few wipes, and then tossed the dirty diaper into a nearby diaper pail. Next came some baby oil, which was then dusted with baby powder. Finally, He lifted his ankles to place a fresh diaper under his rear, and taped the diaper snug around his bottom before sitting him up and adjusted the waistband.

“There, all done.” Severus said with a smile as he snapped his sleeper shut again. Harry sniffled and looked at him quietly, then yipped “I didn’t like that at all…”

“Of course you didn’t. But it’s all better now, isn’t it?” he said with a comforting smile, picking him up again and carrying him into the kitchen.

“What do you want for breakfast Harry?” Severus asked, setting Harry down into his new booster chair, strapping him in with one flap that came up between his legs, and two from either side of his waist. He made sure to pull the pacifier from his mouth before Harry could answer.

“Can I have eggs, please?”

Severus nodded, and set a pot of water to boil on the stove. Coming around behind him, he bent down to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Did you have a good sleep?”

Harry giggled, and nodded, turning his body so that he could hug him. Severus smiled, and returned the hug, nuzzling his hair. “Poor baby, didn’t have a good morning, though, did you?”

Harry kept his face hidden in his Daddy’s chest and shook his head. “Wanted out.”

Severus rubbed Harry’s back. “You wanted to get out of your crib?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah,”

Severus pressed kisses into Harry’s soft hair. “My poor baby.”

Severus pulled away so that he could put several eggs into the now boiling water, and set the timer. “Harry, can Daddy talk to you for a minute? I need you to be a big boy for a little while, ok baby?”

Harry nodded, and Severus sat down across from him, with the envelope in his hands.

“Harry, there was a reason I came here yesterday, and as happy as I am that things turned out the way they did, it was not my primary reason for coming. Dumbledore asked me to come and give you this letter. He told me to make sure that I was here with you when you opened it, and that it concerns me as well. He said that it is very important.”

Harry nodded, and reached for the letter, which was handed to him. “Do you have any idea what this is all about?”

Severus shook his head, and conjured a letter opener when Harry seemed to be struggling. “All I know is that it concerns us both, as well as your parents.”

Harry frowned, and pulled from the large envelope two smaller ones-the first was addressed to him, and the other to Severus.

“Here, this one’s for you.”

While Severus studied the handwriting, Harry ripped open his letter.

Dear Harry,

Hello son! Dad here! If you’re reading this letter, than I guess your life turned out a lot differently than your mother and I ever expected. I’m sure you’re well aware than Lily and I are not around anymore, and for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you, for all those times you ever wished I was.

I’m writing to you to, well, basically to drop a rather large bombshell really. And not just on you, but on Severus too. You see Harry, you’ve always been told that Lily and I were your parents, but that’s really only half the truth. While I really am your father, as you’ve always been told, Lily is, however, not your mother. Now, don’t get upset just yet-I deeply loved and cared for your mother, and Lily loved you as her own son. And Lily and I were very close, and we both loved you dearly. But, with the way things were, there was no way your mother and I could have ever stayed together.

The fact of the matter is, your mother does not remember anything about your parentage, or your birth. In accordance with the Fidelis charm, all of your mother’s memories were erased, and any and all knowledge of our relationship went with them.

Now I’m sure you’re wondering why. Well, Harry, I’m sure you know that nobody is perfect, and despite the magical world we live in, no one can really ever predict the future. At the time of our decisions, everything pointed to this as the right way. If nothing else, just remember that we did this for you, to protect you, because all three of us love you so much. Never forget, Harry, just how much we love you.

Harry, your mother, at the time of your conception, was a marked death eater. Although we all knew that your mother went to work for the light, there was no way that we could take a chance with your life. Your mother was a spy, Harry, and very well could still be, and we just couldn’t put you in such close proximity with that maniac monster.

Hey, who knows, maybe he’d dead by now. If so, way to go, kid!

Anyway, we made the decision to convince Voldemort to send several death eaters off on a long mission, and we hid in Godric’s Hollow throughout the pregnancy. Your mother knew everything about the plan, that one day you and I would have to leave forever, and accepted it, to keep you safe.

We made sure that Dumbledore was present at your birth, and the very moment you were born, I gave you to the headmaster, and wrapped your mother in the death eater robes. I took us both far away, so that no one would ever connect you two, and performed the special charm that Dumbledore had designed to both erase memories, and put the person to sleep, so there would be no chance of immediate recognition.

I know that this is a lot of information to digest, so I’ll leave you off for now. I will send more news later. And just remember, my little prongslet, that I love you, no matter what, and that even if I’m not there with you, I’m always in your heart.

Love,

Dad-James Potter

Harry put his letter down, and simply stared at the sloppy handwriting. Everything that he had ever known about who he was and where he came from had just been thrown right out the window.

His father had been right to deem this a massive bombshell. His head was spinning-who was his mother? Why had she been a death eater? Where was she now, was she alive?! Oh, Merlin, there were so many things he wanted to know…so many questions he wanted answers. His father had said that he’d written more letters-hopefully they would come soon, and he would know more.

Looking up, he found Severus staring at his own letter, his face a mask of shock, and question, and so many emotions. He watched as Severus set his letter down, and dropped his head into his hands.

“What does it say?” Harry whispered, daring to break the heavy silence.

Severus didn’t answer. He stood up, and turned off the boiling eggs, carefully pouring the hot water into the sink, and let the still hot pot sit on the stove.

“Severus,” Harry asked again. “What did the letter say?”

Severus looked at him, his heart heavy in his eyes. “So many things…”

He walked over, and brushed the hair out of Harry’s eyes. “What did yours say?”

“It said that Lily wasn’t my mother! It was a letter from James, and it said that my mother was a death eater, and that they had to erase her memory…”

As Harry went on to explain the happenings of the letter, not noticing that Severus was simply staring, stroking his hair and face with his hand. One single, lonely tear streaked its way down his face, and slipped unnoticed into the hollow of his throat and the dark fabric of his shirt.

“…but what does it all mean? Who is she? Who is my mother? Do you know, Severus?”

Very slowly, carefully, the older man nodded. “Yes.”

Harry got excited, and his face lit up. “Who, Severus? Who is she?!”

“Me. I’m your mother, Harry.”

ch.1 well i thuaght it was good.
ch.2 there are no words to explain it.

Wow...just skimming through and I can tell that you probably had to wash your monitor and keyboard a few times from all the jizzing you did...

By the way, it's a pretty horrible read.

P.S. Daddy Mugi speaks with sarcasm.

Yes, I saw the little bit of plot there was...if it could be called that.

Okay, spare me the whole "THIS ISN'T CANON GAWD" retort, and answer me this:

If this isn't following canon, and it isn't following the character's natural dispositions, and it's containing crap like male pregnancy... Why are you writing fanfiction and not making original characters?