Author's note:

To be completely honest, this chapter was rushed. Why? Because...I want to get to the real story. The introduction would have been boring. I rushed the middle...this may seem like a rediculous idea...a main character in diapers? But it IS a serious story, and it will be full length, and there will be more than one...there will be seven like the real Harry Potter books. Read the last section...this is a serious story. I know where it's going, and it shall be really good...trust me. I know it was VERY rushed right here. Again, it would be very boring to read the whole thing with Hagrid and everything...I rushed it. The next chapter will be much more detailed and feel less rushed.

The next chapter should be coming soon. Very soon.

Jay was definitely not an ordinary boy. Even if weird things HADN'T happened around him, he'd be far from normal. To start things off, there was his physical appearence. While not unusual looking per se, he definately did not look like he was eleven. If you just looked at him, you'd think he must be 8 or 9. His cute, babyish face, with his bright blue eyes, gave him a very young appearence. He had black hair that just began to hang down over his forehead. Overall, a very cute, good-looking boy. He was very short for his age also. Unusually short. Many kids his own age were way taller than him. But that wasn't the real thing that made him unusual.

It all stared when Jay was around three years old. Still in diapers, his parents decided that it was time for him to be potty-trained. In what was probably a bad decision, they decided to put him on the big potty, and see what would happen. So they went to get him, and they carried him to the bathroom. They went to the potty and put him on it, but they didn't realize how much smaller he was than the toilet. Before they knew it, he had shifted backwards, and fell through the middle. He shouted out in fear, but before they could help him, he was already out...somehow on the ground, like magic. They were shocked, and they couldn't understand what had happened, it was like he flew out...he was on the ground crying now. They tried to put him back on the potty, but every time they tried, it was like there was an invisible forcefield between Jay and the potty...they couldn't understand it, and quite honestly, they were slightly scared...but they had no choice but to wait.

A year later, Jay was four, and still diapered, and they tried harder, but no matter what...every time they tried, he would not go near a potty. They even got a smaller portable one, but it was the same. For some reason, he could not get on one. Now of course, as you may have guessed. Jay was a wizard, although he did not know, and the intense fear he had experienced, had given him the power to resist the toilet. Unfortunately, the scarring at such a young age did not go away as he got older. It got ridiculous at five. They tried to put Jay in school, but they said he had to be potty trained first...they said it was impossible, but who would believe them if they told the whole story?

They tried convincing Jay to get over it.

"Jay, honey, do you want to try the potty today?" his Mom would ask sweetly.

In response, Jay would simply pull down his pants, exposing his diaper, cross his arms, and defiantly soak his diaper in front of her, and then tantrum until she changed him. His parents decided to give up, and they let him have his way, giving him the baby treatment, and deciding to homeschool him. At seven years old, Jay was still in diapers. And it wasn't just that, he still had his pacifiers, bottles, crib, high chair, everything. They had decided that if he wasn't going to cooperate, then he was going to have to be a total baby. They of course thought that this would embarrass him, and he would make an effort, but...it did not seem to phase him.

Cue Jay at 11 years old. Still diapered, still slightly babied. They dropped the crib, and the highchair, but he unfortunately clung to most of his stuff. His parents couldn't put him in a school, because he had missed so many years. So now we have Jay. Diapered, and practically a baby in his actions, and emotional state. A very unusual boy. And that was not even taking into account the little shows of magic that he would accidentally produce. His parents began to homeschool him around nine, and they took him to the park to play with people, to get him used to social interaction. He of course couldn't play with people his own age, because he was not mature enough, but his parents had him play with a group of seven and eight year olds...with his babyish clothing and appearence, everybody thought that he was the YOUNGEST as the group, and his parents out of embarassment never mentioned his real age. Jay looked up to the group of kids as older brothers, as Jay was able to attach to people easily.

His personality? Very kind, and pure...because of his lack of experience with the world. He is loving, and loyal, and would make a great friend, but the only thing is, you would have to know how to deal with him. Liable to burst into tears at any moment, and his immaturity really shines through. Scared at many things, and liable to slip into a bit of baby talk, from too much experience with pretending to be one. To be his friend, you'd have to be an older brother/sister type figure, but otherwise, he would make a good friend. In any case, back to the present.

It was the middle of August...Jay was just beginning to wake up in his bed. He yawned and looked around...his first thought was that he missed his crib. He had had it taken away a year or two ago, yet he still missed it sometimes. He rubbed his eyes groggily and sat up in bed...he looked to the side of him, and realized that his pacifier had fallen out during the night...he must have had a weird dream, and he must have moved his mouth a bit...it was possible he had a nightmare of some sorts and just didn't remember. He sighed, and sat up, and noticed that he was wet. No big change there. He was almost always wet when he woke up...he thought about crying for his mommy to come and change him (he still called her that...part of the baby act, he supposed. He never got out of the habit), but he decided to wait. He didn't really mind. It was a nice day, and he leaned back to hear the sounds of the outside world. Birds chirped, and the sunlight came in through the window. He sighed, the world was really beautiful...and just then he heard his mom come up the stairs, presumably to wake him up. She entered his room, surprised to see him already awake.

"Hi, Honey." She said, sweetly "You're awake already?"

Jay gave a cute, babyish grin. "Yes, Mommy. And my diaper's REALLY wet."

His Mom sighed. "Okay, I guess you need a change then..."

About five minutes later, Jay came downstairs, carried by his Mom, in a fresh diaper and now fully dressed for the day. He was dressed in a babyish pair of overalls, which covered a striped shirt. She sat him down at the table, and he looked up at grinned at his dad. It was just at that moment, that there was a knocking at the door. Jay looked up surprised. Nobody knocked at the door at such a time usually; it was early. Jay's mom gave a weird look to Jay's dad, and then went to open the door...and she gave a short shriek of surprise, luckily Jay and his dad were talking, and as the kitchen was far from the door, they didn't hear it, as it would have worried them...for a few minutes, Jay's mom came back into the kitchen...

"Um...Jay honey...there's somebody here to see you..."

Jay looked a bit scared, and Jay's mom gave yet another weird look to Jay's dad...

"What's goin' on, Mommy?" Asked Jay curiously. His Mom looked at him and said very nicely..."Nothing, honey. Just come in here for a moment."

Jay's mom proceeded to lift Jay up and carry him out of the room. They walked into the front hallway, and turned into the den. There Jay saw the biggest man he had ever seen in his life. He was huge, and he had a long black beard, with long black hair. The man smiled, and held his arms out. Jay's mom looked a little apprehensive, before handing Jay over, and the big man placed Jay on his lap.

"'Ello, Jay!" The man said happily "My name is Rubeus Hagrid. I'm the keeper of the keys at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. O' course, yer' don't know what that is yet..."

It seemed that Jay's mom was aware of this, because she didn't seem at all surprised. Apparently Hagrid had talked to her before in the hallway, Jay thought...but Jay himself was scared. As soon as Hagrid had taken him onto his lap, he had felt a rush of warmth as he began to pee into his diaper in fear...but for some strange reason, despite Hagrid's huge size, he was almost maternal...and Jay had calmed down a bit.

"Now, Hogwarts is a school, yer see. F'r wizards. Like you...now, it may be hard to believe f'r a muggle-born...er...a kid who wasn't raised by wizards...but...you are magic, Jay."

Jay's heart skipped a beat...him...magic? He recalled that his parents said it was impossible to potty train him, because he just wouldnt go near the potty...and they had said it had been like magic...but...could it be he really WAS magic?

"Now, usually we send letters. Dumbledore, he runs Hogwarts yer see, he said that this was a delicate case, yer know? He said that you weren' a normal boy, and he was right. Hoho, when you were carried in 'ere, I thought you musta been about seven." Hagrid said happily, with a big smile on his face...Jay however wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult...but he was confused...he hadn't even really digested this yet. First, he's called a wizard...a wizard? But now, he was realizing the other part. This guy was from a school for wizards. He was being told he's a wizard. Naturally the next part is the part where he's asked to join the school! Which means...leaving home...

Jay nervously asked, "Erm...I...I'm not...GOING to the school...a-a-am I?"

Hagrid noticed the fear in Jay's voice, and answered in a soft voice "Well yes yer are...but...listen 'ere...Hogwarts is a great place. I'll look aft'r you, and evry'one else there will be looking after you as well...wait, 'ey, come on..."

As Hagrid had continued talking, Jay's face had quickly scrunched up...and now tears were beginning to come from his eyes "I don't wanna leave my Mommy! I don't wanna go!" Jay was saying...but Hagrid put an arm around him, and rocked him a bit...

Hagrid rocked him back and forth softly "Calm down Jay, look. You'll be gone from yer' mommy, but you'll meet friends...you'll...you'll get to use magic. You can fly on a broomstick!"

Jay's head perked up..."Fly...a...broomstick?"

Hagrid grinned as Jay seemed a little cheered up..."Yeah! Yer can do all kinds o' things...trus' me, you'll love it. And your parents will be here, and you c'n go back to 'em every summer! And look, I know about...yer...problem...", Hagrid said, pointing to Jay's diapered bottom, "But don't worry 'bout that. People can change you. And besides, you'll really love this place..."

Jay seemed only slightly calmed down...his mom went up to him..."Listen honey, you'll love this place...I mean, you were asked to go...and...if you can be magic...we always knew there was something special about you. We're glad we're not crazy." She laughed nervously, hoping to cheer up Jay..."Please, honey, give it a chance?"

Jay looked up to the smiling Hagrid, and his Mom, and said "Um...um...okay...I'll...I'll try..."

Hagrid smiled wider "Good, we'll see y'r then!"

For the next 15 minutes, Hagrid answered Jay's various questions. Would he be able to bring his stuffed animals? What if the kids are mean? Jay was extremely nervous about that. He was not good with interacting with people his own age. He never has done it before, and now he will be forced to, but Hagrid assured him it would be fine. 15 minutes later, Hagrid was out the door, and Jay seemed pretty happy about going.

That changed over the next month. Day by day, Jay got more and more nervous...he spent many nights crying, thinking about leaving his home, but eventually it was the day he had to leave. He had packed all of his things. Diapers, and all of the things he'd need to change. His robes (Hagrid had given him his things before he left), his stuffed animals, his pacifiers, and some other baby items that he depended on. He also brought a picture of his parents. He cried, but his parents hugged him and told him it'd be alright...off to King's Cross they went.

Many miles away

Something crawls from the slime

At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake


Somewhere, far away...a man in dark robes moved slowly down a deserted street. He walked steadily, looking forward, destination in sight. He turned and looked. A house. He walked up to the door. And without even knocking, he pulled his wand out of his pocket, gave it a short wave, and then walked inside. He sat down in a chair, the place was dark. It seemed nobody was home, but then...out of nowhere...footsteps on the stairs. A man came down them, and turned to where the first man was seated. He does not seem surprised to see him at all. The second man is old, with short white hair. He looks about 60. He gives a faint smile at the first, cloaked man, and then walks into the room. He takes a seat as well. The white haired man speaks first.

"How is our progress?" He asks in a voice that seems much stronger than the speaker.

The first man replies. His voice is younger. He seems to be in his 30s...but his voice is deep; commanding. The man is not somebody you want to talk to "Our progress? Let me remind you, Dronius, that you are not my only assistant. This is my progress. You are helping me. You are number 2, but do not think of yourself as my equal."

Dronius gave a faint smile "I'm sorry, sir, I got a little carried away."

"Yes, you did." The first man's face is hidden, but one can imagine that he is glaring. "Well, I have discovered one thing. The obstacles in our path can only be taken by two types of people. One pure of heart. Or one with no purity in his heart."

Dronius seemed to find this strangely funny "And surely, my lord, you would be the pure of heart?"

The first man turns his head swiftly towards Dronius "This is no time for jokes. Obviously, I can easily get through. But we can be stopped by somebody pure of heart. And if such a person finds out about our plan, and..."

"I hardly see the problem" Dronius says, interrupting the cloaked man. "Well, who is pure? Everybody has evil thoughts. Everybody. And anybody powerful enough to stop us, would surely..."

"Do NOT interrupt me. Ever." The cloaked man falls silent, and looks at Dronius. Dronius sits silently, and an awkward ten seconds pass, until the cloaked man continues to speak. "It is very possible that this is needless worrying. But on the chance that anybody COULD stop us, we should be worried about it. There will always be pure of heart. But power would not be needed. The obstacles could be tackled if somebody pure, travelled WITH somebody powerful. And we could be stopped. Quite easily. And if I am found, everything is ruined. Someone else will need to go. And so we need to find somebody else with no purity. Dronius, you do not fit the bill."

Dronius seems a bit offended at this statement "Well, I hardly see why. As you remember..."

"No, Dronius. I know you are loyal. And clever. But, you do not have what it takes. Pure evil is more than you know." The cloaked man said coldly...

Dronius seemed like he would argue, but he decided against it. "Morlion has it covered at Hogwarts...he will make sure that nobody from there finds out our plan, and that nobody attempts to get in."

"Morlion is a useful person to have. Still a boy, and yet...very useful." The cloaked figure looked up at Dronius. "What have you done lately?"

"Morion is number 3 for a reason" Dronius answered, choosing his words carefully. "He is clever, sure. Still a boy, you say? He's almost 18 years old, I would hardly call that a boy. He is surely an able and useful person to have. However...I am more powerful than him. I feel sorry for the person that shall see me unleash my power."

"Well, that may be true. You are more powerful than Morion. But, I need you to actually do something. Morion has Hogwarts covered. You shall take the rest. I have faith in you. Find information. Find where our target lies." The cloaked figure said, and Dronius nodded his head slowly.

"Yes. What good is knowing how to get to it, if we can't find the location? I shall do so." Dronius was apparently happy to be given a job, and the cloaked figure got out of his chair.

"I am going now. There is work to be done. Remember your role." With one last nod, the cloaked figure turned and left the house. Just as quickly as he had got there, he was gone. Dronius watched him go, before leaning back and closing his eyes.

Dronius sat silently for a minute or two, deep in thought, before getting up and ascending the stairs once again. There was work to be done. And soon, the power will be in the hands of the Pralum Order.