Harry felt hit by a truck in his stomach. He was disgusted by all that was coming out of him but thankful it was on a potty and not in his diaper. A small miracle he thought.
The doorbell going off was not expected and he was horrified of the thought of being heard. He tried listening over the noise of his gut demise but couldn't hear anything specific. Snape's voice and another conversing. Coming ever closer. Coming to just outside the door.
"Harry?" said a soft voice.
Godric, it was Hermione. Hermione was here to see him in utter shame of not being able to control his bowels.
"Harry, is everything ok?" she asked.
"I'm… I don't know Hermione. I'm… I'm…"
"As I told you Miss Granger he is in between head spaces of big and little. He doesn't like his current punishment but he is physically fine.
"Professor Snape, Harry came from abuse and neglect. The muggles he stayed with, they were awful to him. This could be doing more damage than good," she implored.
"And as I said, I am taking care of him. I am trying to get him in a space to learn love and care, with also very stern boundaries and expectations. I simply want the best for him. I know you do too. Dumbledore trusts me. Can you, too?" he almost pleaded with her. He really cared for Harry.
"Professor I simply don't believe punishing Harry in a physical way can be helpful to his psyche," she argued. She didn't want to leave him unless she knew he was okay?
Was he okay? Was Snape meeting his needs? He didn't LIKE the spankings or punishment but he knew in his gut that Snape cared about him and was doing it from a place of love and guidance, no matter how unorthodox.
Though still outside the room giving Harry as much privacy as she could, he stated back to her: "Hermione I be okay," Harry said. It came out littler than expected. "It's okay. Daddy is mine and I be daddy's."
"Harry I'm just worried about you being here by yourself doing who knows what with Professor Snape. We all saw what happened to Draco in the great hall. What if that was you? Your bottom and… everything else on display for all to see? I couldn't wish that on my worst enemy," she became tearful.
Harry was in the midst of still losing his bowels and trying to have a rational conversation while still wrestling with headspace and being made to talk like a little one. He was stuck having this topic of chat because he was glued to the toilet.
"'Mione Daddy tells me what to do and how to do it. I get in trouble when I don't listen good. It's never a surprise really. I know when I be naughty. I like the boundaries and knowing zactly where they are and what will happen. It's hard but it soothe me too."
Harry didn't feel like he was making a lot of sense but he was desperate to get her to just leave.
"I'll be checking in Professor Snape. I'll be making sure things are how they should be and that Harry's not being overly punished," she promised.
A huge sigh escaped Harry's lips when he heard her leave. He loved her for checking on him. But any time but then would have been ideal.
Daddy came in smiling at Harry. It made Harry smile big. "You are such a sweetheart sometimes bug. I was proud to hear you call me daddy. And you're right. I'm yours and you are mine. Always."
Harry swung his feet back and forth while finishing up on the toilet and then daddy cleaned him up. He was immediately put into a diaper which began to feel like a ritual between him and his daddy. He was so gentle about laying it under Harry, applying any ointment, and taping him up. It was comforting.
"I want to talk to you bug. Like a big boy." Daddy said seriously. Harry worried he had done something wrong. "Nothing is wrong baby. But we do need to talk about what Miss Granger said. I don't want you to ever feel my treatment of you is abusive. I correct you as a way to start from littleness and grow up with the boundaries and love that you needed ever so badly. You have a hero complex and I love you for it, but I want you to feel what it's like for someone else to be in charge sometimes."
Snape waved his wand and Harry immediately felt his speech mature back to a grown man.
Harry nodded. "I want someone else to be in charge. I'm so tired of being the chosen one that has to solve the world's problems. Literally the war of good versus evil falls on me. I like it when we play and you become the boss. I don't like spankings, but I understand them and it helps to feel the control you have over me physically. Like you're bigger than me means you can protect me if you can handle my tantrums and upset."
"If I ever push you too far Harry we need a safe word. A word that means stop that you will say if it's absolutely too much for you. The word "stop" is too easy to say emotionally. Can we say "red" means it's too much to handle and everything stops? Either of us can call red, and the other will cease immediately."
Harry agreed. "Red. Red means too much. That sounds fair."
Snape offered him a bottle. "Back to babyhood little one?"
"Cheers," said Harry and he drank the whole thing.