Chapter 52
*This chapter has a bit of corporal punishment, it that offends you skip it. I put a marker where the scene ends and begins so you'll know where to skip and resume. I don't particularly want to have a discussion on it, so if you don't like it, you don't have to read.*
Harry and Ron talked non-stopped about the Quidditch game when they arrived back to the Burrow. It got to the point that Mr. Weasely sent them both outside to burn off a bit of steam. They had about and 1 hour or so until dinner and they didn't know what to do. Harry was currently listening to Ron talk about how one of the players had preformed this move when his eyes lit up.
"You wanna try that move out Ron?" Harry asked excitedly, not thinking about the dangers or anything.
"Of course mate, let's go get our brooms," Ron said happily as they hurried over to the broom shed.
Harry smiled before he took flight, as waited for Ron to catch up to him. They flew around for a bit, just getting comfortable before Ron decided he wanted to do it now. They were about 25 feet up in the air, when Ron attempted the move. Harry watched in fascination as his mate started flying before crossing his legs tight, before swiveling his body upside down. The ending result was Ron was riding on the broom, upside down with his arms spread wide, using only his feet to hold on.
Not wanting to be left out, Harry quickly tried the same thing. He went a bit too fast and all but fell off, but he caught himself and they quickly started to play an upside down version of Quidditch. They got so into their game that they didn't pay attention to anything.
Molly was currently in the kitchen washing something out in the sink as she talked to her oldest child Bill. She was rinsing out a plate when it slipped from her fingers to the floor and shattered. Her hand went over her heart as she looked outside in horror.
"Mum, what's going on?" Bill said quickly getting up and walking over towards her.
He swore when he looked out the window and took off for the backyard, hearing footsteps behind him. He couldn't believe Harry and Ron were they going mad or something?
"Harry and Ron, get down right now," he called out calmly, not wanting to startle them and have them slip and fall.
Harry sat back on his broom properly when he heard Bill's voice, his face flushed with excitement and all the blood rushing to his head. He looked at Ron and shrugged before making his way to the ground.
"What were you…?" Bill was cut off by voice that had him wincing and he wasn't in the one in trouble.
"Ronald Billius Weaseley! Harold James Potter! What were you thinking?!" Molly yelled, as she came barreling out the house.
Harry looked at Ron in alarm and swallowed loudly. He could tell from her tone of voice that they were in trouble; big trouble.
"Nothing Mum, we were just flying," Ron said quietly.
"That wasn't just flying Ronald and you know it. You could have been killed, you could have died." She said glaring at both of them angrily.
"We were just flying Mrs. Weasely honest, we weren't gonna fall." Harry chimed in softly.
"Just how do you know you weren't going to fall? Maybe I should call Severus and you can explain to him just what you to thought you were doing," Molly threatened.
Harry looked at Ron in horror, not wanting that in the slightest. He shook his head frantically; he had no idea what Snape would do to him for something like this.
"Bill, put the brooms away. I need to have a little talk with the boys," Molly said as she took a wooden spoon out of her apron.
Ron's eyes bugged out, knowing immediately what was coming. He looked to Bill who was looking at him sympathetically but shaking his head no. He sighed before looking to Harry as they made their way slowly to the house.
"Ron, what is she gonna do to us?" Harry asked quietly as they walked to the house.
"The spoon Harry," Ron said mournfully.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked fearfully, when he heard his friend's tone of voice.
"You'll see mate," Ron replied softly as they went inside the house.
Harry noticed as they made their way into the house the whole downstairs was quiet, and he couldn't see anyone. He swallowed back a lump in his throat not knowing what was going on, but wanting to get it over with. He followed Ron and stood in front of Mrs. Weasely as she took a seat in a chair. He chanced a look at his mate's face and was horrified to see that he looked closed to tears.
"You endangered your lives, and you think that nothing is wrong. You scared me half to death; do you know what would have happened if you had both had fallen? What if we didn't see, you? You could have died boys; that was very irresponsible of you. I thought you boys knew better." Molly lectured quietly.
Harry stood silently and watched her closely as she turned the spoon around in her hand, before looking at him.
"I don't think Severus will mind how I am going to punish you in the slightest Harry. But if you protest it, feel free to tell me now and I will floo him." Molly said simply.
Harry shook his head, knowing that Snape's punishments were bad if the soap trick was anything to go by. He swallowed hard ready to take his punishment.
"Do you know why I am punishing you Harry?" Molly asked.
"Because I did something stupid, and we could have been hurt." Harry replied softly.
"Correct, when I get done with this part of the punishment you will go stand in the corner over there. You will stay there for 15 minutes and you will not move. Is that clear dear?" Molly explained.
"Yes m'am," Harry whispered.
"Lay across my lap," Molly said.
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Harry's eyes widened, knowing exactly what she was going to do. He sniffled, having not even been hit yet, but feeling pretty bad that Mrs. Weasely had to do this to him. He didn't mean to get into trouble; he just wanted to have fun. He swallowed before lying across her lap. He shut his eyes tight and gripped onto the side of her dress.
He braced himself for the smacking and it soon began. He squirmed around trying to get away from the spoon but she held him firm. The first one had him whimpering and by the third he was sobbing. She only gave him five smacks, but he was bawling by the time she was done. Though it was nothing like Uncle Vernon, this one hurt way worse. Worse because he had worried her to the point where she was afraid of them dying. He didn't know she cared that much, and the fact that he was the cause of her fright hurt him more. He laid their bonelessy in her lap and cried. Though his bum stung it wasn't blistered, he simply cried because he thought that she wouldn't want him over there anymore.
"Harry dear, it's over honey," Molly soothed as she set him up and hugged him.
Harry struggled to stop crying, not even caring that Ron could clearly see him. Why was she hugging him? What was going on?
"Why are you hugging me?" Harry gasped out through his tears.
"I'm comforting you dear," Molly said gently.
"But why, I was bad." Harry blubbered.
"You did something bad, but you yourself are not bad. And you have been punished for it dear. All will be forgiven as soon as you finish your punishment," Molly said softly.
Harry nodded confusedly for a moment, her words sounded just like Snape. Did this mean that he would be allowed to come over again? He didn't wanna ask her at the moment, in case she said no. He hugged her tightly before walking over towards the corner, never looking Ron in the eye. He had no idea how he was going to explain to his mate how he was weeping all over his mum. As he stood in the corner and he heard Ron's smacking, he winced knowing that his mate understood all too well.
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He felt a bit embarrassed having to hear Ron cry, and he tried to focus on the wall he was staring at. He shifted his foot as his bladder made itself known but he wasn't about to ask. What if she thought he was playing? What if he got another smacking? He ignored it for the moment, but since he acknowledged it, he couldn't take his mind off of it. He heard Ron sniffling and he saw his mate walk to the corner opposite him.
"I will be back in 15 minutes, you boys know better than to move or talk," Molly said as she stood up and made her way into the kitchen.
Harry stood there as she left, standing up making him have to go worse. Gravity had plans for his bladder, and he hoped it wouldn't decide anything until 15 minutes was over. He was remembering wetting in the corner at the Manor, the last time Snape forgot him. His Professor had told him that if he needed to go, he could. But he didn't want to do that since he didn't know the rules of this house. No matter what Charlie said, he didn't think Mrs. Weasely would be too happy if he left the corner. He turned his head, trying to take his mind off his bladder and looking for a clock to see how much time was left when he saw Ron walking out the room.
"Ron, where are you going?" Harry asked as he sniffled.
"I need the toilet," Ron asked, face as red as his hair and eyes.
"But we're not allowed," Harry said softly.
"Yes we are," Ron said before walking through the kitchen and to the loo.
Harry was in disbelief on what just happened, but he couldn't honestly believe that what Ron was doing was ok. His imagination was working overtime as he imagined Mrs. Weasely giving him another smacking now. He danced around in place and hoped that it wouldn't be true. He heard yelling and winced for a moment, before looking at Ron who came back into the room.
"Did you go?" Harry asked softly.
Ron blushed, as he sheepishly shook his head. He had thought that his mum wouldn't know that he really didn't have to go, but she did. And he got another smack for his troubles. Though he felt embarrassed on having to tell Harry that. He knew that if he really did need to go, she would have allowed him. He was trying to figure out how the heck she knew the difference.
"No," Ron whispered.
Harry nodded sympathetically, his decision set in stone at the moment. He winced and held himself, hoping that he could make it. It felt like he had been waiting for an hour, but unbeknownst to him, he had only been in the corner for 8 minutes. He was currently shifting from one leg to the other when he felt a spurt make its way out. He gasped before clenching his teeth, and clamping his hands over his groin. He was in agony, and he didn't know how long he was gonna make it for.
Charlie was walking down the stairs towards the kitchen when he saw Harry in an uncomfortable bent at the waist position. He knew without a doubt that Harry needed the toilet. He was just about to go over and alert his mum, when he heard a whimper and he knew that Harry probably couldn't hold it that long. He walked swiftly over to him so he could tell him to go.
"Harry, go to the toilet now," Charlie said firmly.
"I'm being punished, I can't go," Harry replied, trying to keep the tears at bay as he felt another spurt escape. He moaned and bent his knees even more.
"Yes you're being punished, but mum will understand that you need the loo. Go now," Charlie repeated.
"Are you sure? Ron had to go to the toilet earlier and he couldn't go," Harry said tearfully as he jumped up and down.
"He probably was pretending, trust me mum can tell the difference." Charlie said quickly, wanting Harry to hurry up before he had an accident.
"Ok, could you tell her where I'm going then?" Harry asked, his hands never leaving his crotch as he started to make his way slowly towards the toilet.
Charlie nodded before walking into the kitchen to tell him mum where Harry was. He was just about to go check on him when his dad called him. Looking towards the hall that led to the closest loo, he assumed Harry had made it before he made his way outside.
Harry inched his way as quick as he could to the loo, spurt after spurt making their way through his tight hold. He sighed in relief when he finally made it to the loo, refusing to see how bad he had already wet himself. He opened the door and quickly locked it before walking over to the toilet. He lifted the lid and the seat up and let go of his crotch to undo his trousers.
The moment he let go he could feel his bladder starting to release itself fully and he grabbed hold again. He tried to undo his belt with one hand but was having trouble, the sight of the toilet making it worse. He hobbled towards the door and opened it and poked his head out, looking for Charlie. He didn't see him or anyone else for that matter and what trying to figure out what to do when he felt it.
He suppressed a sob, as he felt his thighs get warm and wet, before his legs and feet joined them. It overflowed his trousers and splattered loudly onto the floor. He shut the door and leaned against it as he watched his trousers darken in color. Harry cried harder as his bladder slowly became empty, because it was all over himself. When he was done, there was a massive puddle on the floor and he couldn't see anything to clean it up with.
His trousers were starting to get cold and his socks and shoes were drenched. He didn't know what to do, why didn't Charlie follow him? Where the heck was Bill? Feeling alone and forgotten Harry sat down on the floor, in his puddle. He brought his wet knees to his chest and wept.
As the timer above the stove went off for the 15 minute mark Molly went to go tell Ron and Harry that their time was up. As she walked in the lounge she could only see Ron, and remembered Charlie telling her that Harry needed the loo quite badly. After giving Ron and reassuring hug she made her way towards the toilet. Molly was wondering what was taking Harry so long and was getting a bit worried. As she came to the close door she could hear sniffling and crying and she knocked once not wanting to startle him.
"Harry, are you alright dear?" She asked gently.
Harry's head hit the wall hard as it snapped up, and he looked at the door in horror. He didn't want her to see the mess he made. Would she be mad?
"I'm fine Mrs. Weaseley," he said back hoarsely, his voice letting her know he was anything but.
"You don't sound fine to me dear, what happened?" She asked kindly.
Harry looked around at himself again, knowing that she was bound to find out anyway. It was just a matter of when, and he sighed to himself. He took a sleeve and wiped his wet face, knowing Snape would have a cow if he did that at home. He took a deep breath before replying.
"I had an accident," Harry whispered embarrassment clear in his tone.
"Oh that's alright dear, they happen, it's not your fault. May I come in Harry?" Molly asked softly.
"Yes," Harry said.
Molly opened the door and walked in to find Harry sitting on the floor in a puddle. Charlie was right, Harry had been busting. The question of the day was why didn't Harry tell her he had to go sooner? She shook her head, already knowing the reason and sighed.
"Let's get you cleaned up dear," Molly said tenderly.
Harry nodded but didn't say anything as he stood up. His shoes made a squelching noise and he frowned willing the tears not to start falling again. He stood silently in front of her, wanting a hug and to be back with Snape. He knew he shouldn't have said yes, he just wanted to go home. He smiled a half smile at her when he felt the spell rush over him and the floor. Those his clothes were clean he still felt dirty and he looked at the floor. He unconsciously hugged himself, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.
Molly wasn't a mother of 7 for nothing and without a word she had started the tub and closed the door behind her.
"Did you want bubbles Harry?" She asked kindheartedly.
"Could I?" Harry asked voice thick with tears.
"Of course you can dear," Molly replied as she poured in the bubbles.
Harry took off his shoes and socks noiselessly, feeling his emotions trying to tear him apart from the whole situation. He just wanted some comfort, was that too much to ask? He didn't want to ask her, since she had already hugged him. He never knew if it was right, and he just wished for Snape again. As he was pulling off her shirt he couldn't stop the incoming tears and he reached to mash the heels of his hands in his eyes to stop them, but his arms were gently grabbed.
"It's alright Harry, it was an accident. You are not in trouble sweetie," Molly said lovingly.
Harry melted in the touch as she hugged him and he felt his barriers breaking away as he sobbed into her chest. She allowed him to cry as long as he wanted, and he did. As she hugged him and cleaned him up, he had to wonder if his mum had been alive would this have been what it felt like. He had never felt so much love towards him at a time, Snape showed it in other ways but this was different and he loved it.
The next day passed by quickly, and soon it was nearing 6:00pm and Harry was excited. He grabbed his bag and after making sure he had all his games and toys and clothes he was ready. As he placed his bag next to the floo, he ran upstairs with Ron to play a game of exploding Snap. They were about halfway through when Harry heard Bill calling him to tell him that Snape was here.
"Bye Ron, see you at school, or in Diagon Alley." Harry said as they made their way downstairs.
As soon as he saw the man he ran for him and launched himself at him. He was caught instantly and he buried his head in his shoulder as he hugged him tight.
"Dad, I missed you so much," Harry said face muffled by the robes, but Severus heard the message loud and clear.
"I missed you to child," Severus replied as he thanked the Weasleys and grabbed Harry's bag.
Harry held onto the back of Snape's robes tightly, when he felt the man trying to put him down.
"No," Harry whimpered, feeling a bit out of sorts at the moment.
"Harry, I was merely setting you down for a moment, so you can thank Mr. and Mrs. Weasely for having you." Severus explained gently.
"Oh," Harry replied before turning his head, and doing just that. He refused to be moved, and the adults watch on in amusement. Harry watched on as Snape promised to tell them when they were going to Diagon Alley so they could meet up together. After saying a dozen or so goodbyes, Severus and Harry flooed back to their quarters in Hogwarts.
"Go finish packing your things you want to bring back to the Manor. We will be leaving as soon as you get done," Severus said as he set Harry down.
Harry nodded before making his way into his room and gathering up his things he wanted to take. He made sure he had his nighttime underwear and made his way back out towards Snape. He swung his feet as he waited for Snape and a few minute later the man appeared.
"Before I forget I want you to drink this," Severus said holding out a small vial.
Harry didn't ask what it was; already knowing it was for his bladder. It was supposed to make it as big as it used to be, which meant that his bedwetting was still going to be there. He sighed, but it was better than having the bladder the size of a pea sometimes. He gulped it down quickly grimacing at the taste as he handed the vial back to Snape.
"How do you know it worked?" Harry asked curiously.
"You'll notice the change over the next few days," Severus said as he shrunk everything and put it in his pocket.
Harry stood up and nodded making his way towards Snape before stopping.
"Gonna go to the loo real quick," Harry said before making his way down the hall.
Severus sighed but didn't say anything as he waited for Harry to finish. As Harry came back he grabbed him gently and they disappeared in the green flames.
