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I awoke with a bit of a start as my throbbing bottom quickly reminded me of the thrashing it had taken. I swore to myself that this was the last time I would mess up that badly. However, given my current track record, that was more hoping than reality.
Of a rapidly more pressing worry was my need to go to the bathroom. With how I was restrained it took a bit, but I was able to free myself from my sheets. However, I realize that I was going to need some help in the bathroom if I did not to want to make a mess. I weighted my options and headed out of my room.
I had to move slowly and by the time I was outside my parent’s room, my bladder was threatening to let loose. I pushed the door gently open and stepped into the room. In the low light of the room, I could see my mother sprawled across the bed without a stitch of clothing. I really did hope, that when I finished growing up, I had a stacked body as she did.
She said to me a bit sternly, “Why are you out of bed?” I blushed and was about to respond. However, the little potty dance I was doing, sort of made it easy to figure out why I was here. She said a bit softer, “Does my little baby needs to use the potty?” My face blushed and I just nodded my head.
She continued, “Harry was wondering if he needed to put you in a diaper.” My face turned very red at the thought of having to wear one at my age.
My mom said, “If I help you get to the potty.” She paused and continued, “You will need to wear a diaper the rest of the night as I do not want to be woken up again.” Although I was reluctant, I think I would have agreed to anything at this point.
I replied and I did not have to try to add a bit of whine, “Please mommy. I need to go really badly.”
She got out of bed and walked over to me. She surprised me by picking me up and carrying me to her bathroom. She sat me down on the toilet and I hissed a bit as my bottom made contact. She put her hands on my inner thighs and pushed my legs far apart.
I did not care that my mother had a front row seat as I could not hold it any longer. It felt so good to empty my bladder. Though as time progressed, my embarrassment began to grow. Once I was done, my mother went to wipe me clean.
I tried to move, without much success. She said, “Trust me when I say, I have cleaned you many times when you were a baby.” I realize she was right and I was just wasting both of our time.
“Sorry.” She nodded and quickly cleaned me off. She helped me to my feet and flushed the toilet. She went over to her vanity and after digging through one of the cabinets pulled out a bag of large diapers. As we headed back to her bed, I did have a stray though of why exactly she had those on hand.
I did not resist as she laid me on my back on her bed. She lifted my legs up and quickly put me in the diaper. She let my legs down and got into the bed. She laid next to me and pulled me into a tight embrace. Before quickly slipping off to sleep
Even though I knew it was only in my head, I swore I could hear each crackle of the diaper as I moved. Also, somehow the diaper seemed to cause my bottom to ache even more. There was nothing I could really do about it. Even though it took a while, I eventually dropped back off to an uneasy sleep.
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I awoke as I could feel my mother getting out of bed. She undid the restraints that connected both my hands and wrists together. She then did a quick check of my diaper to make sure it was still dry, which made me blush. She said, ignoring my response, “I do miss caring for my little princess.”
It was not the first time she had made that type of statement. Of course, I now had the experience of caring for Ginny and could understand where she was coming from. It was a giant (and a little scary) responsibility to have someone totally dependent on you. However, the rewards were even greater.
All things considered, wearing a diaper to bed was not that bad. I took a deep breath and decided that I could give my mother what she was missing. It was not that hard to act like a little kid. I said in a high pitch voice, “I want to be a big girl, but I can always be your little girl.”
My mother stopped for a minute and looked at me in surprise. While wiping a tear from her cheek she said, “You smell rather ripe and you are still not big enough to bathe on your own.”
I blushed a bit and gave myself a sniff. She was right. Keeping in my role, I said “Can I have extra bubbles?”
She nodded and I added, “You got to undress me first, mommy.” She first removed my diaper and then it took her a bit to undo the restraints around each of my wrists and ankles. I was rather relieved when I saw that they had not left any marks. That would have been a little hard to explain out in public.
She picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. She then placed me on the edge of the tub and began to fill the tub up with some water and lots of bubbles. Once done she helped me into the tub.
The water barely made it passed my waist and it was only a bit above warm. She grabbed a wash cloth and began to scrub me down. She was not the least bit shy about cleaning me everywhere. Though she did seem to try and not press on my bottom.
Harry walked into the room and handed my mother a large bottle of something. After a brief series of whispers that were too soft for me to figure out, he turned to me and said, “You will be a good little girl, now?”
I took a breath and replied with my normal voice, “I will try.” He smirked as he left the room. My mother continued on with my bath. Once she was done with that, she began to wash my hair.
I could not believe how sensual the process was. She seemed to know how to apply the perfect about of pressure. I was a little disappointed when she finished up. She helped me out of the tub and proceeded to dry me off.
She led me in front of her dresser and had me sit down. I could not miss the extra pillow that had been added to the chair. She took a hairbrush and slowly began to work all the kinks out of my hair. She then began styling my hair into pig tails. It looked childish, but by the time she was done I was very impressed with the results.
She then had me lay on the end of the bed on my stomach as she headed back into the bathroom. I was a little worried, even if Harry did say my spanking was over. I was a little distracted and jumped a bit when I felt my mother place a hand on my backside. She said, “It is aloe, to help your bottom heal up.”
She paused and added in, “If I was Harry, I would have left your bottom alone to heal on its own.”
I did not respond, as I was not going to risk arguing with her. My bottom was very sore and the aloe did make it feel a little better. I did not plan to take a look at the state of my bottom. I knew it was going to be very tender for a while.
Once done, my mother put a simple white summer dress on me. We headed downstairs and a large breakfast was waiting on us. I took my normal seat at the table (very glad that a pillow had been added to my chair) and dug into the meal. Harry’s chocolate chip and banana pancakes with heavy whip cream were bits of heaven.
I found it was rather easy to act like a little kid when I could feel the sugar surging through my body. I think I freaked out Ginny a bit when she gave me a minor scolding and I respond, “Yes, big sis.” After she watched the dynamic between my mother and I for a bit. She seemed to go right along with things and soon she was soon calling me. I quote, “her bratty little sister.”
Once we finished up our meal, we sent Harry out of the dining room. My mother, Ginny, and I proceed to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. We headed to the living room and saw Harry waiting there with our outdoor bag already ready. We headed to our normal spot in the backyard.
Harry and my mother laid out in the sun working on their tans. Ginny and I slipped out of all of our clothes and proceeded to play silly games with each other. We did try to keep our skin out of the worst of the sun. After a bit, Harry called us over and did a very thorough job of putting sunscreen on us.
I whined a bit and got a soft swat on my bottom for my troubles. Which stung my backside a bit. I took that as a warning to behave. I knew Harry would have no hesitation in punishing me right away, if he felt I needed it.
Around lunch time we headed back in doors and all took a quick shower. My mom cooked lunch and I barely kept my temper in check when Ginny decided that she needed to cut my food up for me. After helping Harry with the dishes, we headed back to the living room. We played some board games and I did give an honest effort to win.
However, Harry ended up beating everyone in a game of Risk. We then played a game of Monopoly and my mother destroyed us. We then did some simple card games to pass the time. It was still early in the afternoon when Harry left for the kitchen.
He came back with a glass of water and handed it to me. He said, “This is my own magic potion to return you to your normal age.” I nodded and quickly drunk it down. It tasted suspiciously like water in my opinion.
I shook a bit and said, “Have you two finished your summer homework?” Harry laughed and Ginny landed a rather firm spank to my backside. I guess she did not find that statement as funny.
Harry said, “I’ve got something we can work on this afternoon.”
Before I could say anything, Ginny asked, “Does it relate to our Animagus forms?” I bit down on some choice words. I was still not thrilled about being a bird. Of course, as far as it was known your animal form was fixed.
Harry said, “Yes, I sent a message to Sirius about our success.” He paused and continued, “He was very clear that we should not try to transform to our animal forms yet. Instead, he recommended that we find out all we can about our animal.”
That did make sense to me. Ginny said, “I think we are all types of birds.” She paused and continued, “I think Harry and I are the same.”
“I am pretty sure you two are Peregrine Falcons”, I replied.
Harry replied, “I may be mistaken, but Hermione you looked like an owl of some sort.”
My mother who had been listening in on the conversation said, “If you go to my husband’s office, I think he has some books that should be useful.”
I led the way and soon Harry, Ginny, and I were working through my father’s rather large collection of books on birds. I found several entries on Harry and Ginny’s forms and the traits seemed to be rather appropriate for them. A bit latter Harry found my form and I turned out to be a short-eared owl. I read the traits and I had to resist laughing as my bird was known for not being a graceful flyer.
Harry said after a bit, “You two have been working on your mediation and mental excises?”
I wondered where he was going with this, “We have tried to work on it every day.”
“Good,” he replied. He then continued, “I think now that we know a bit about our animal forms, we can start building our mental defenses as that animal.”
Ginny said before I could, “What?”
I took a few seconds thinking it thought and said, “That is a brilliant idea, Harry.”
“I cannot take credit for it, as according to Sirius it was my mother’s idea,” he said.
Ginny asked, “Can someone explain what you two are talking about?”
“Say for example you organize your mental shields as a Quidditch game.” I paused and added in, “Just about any magical person is going to have at least some understanding on what they are seeing and will have an easier time breaking into your thoughts.”
Harry took over, “However, if you build your defenses as an animal would. The attacker would not understand the logic. In our case we would literally be birdbrains.”
Ginny nodded and said, “I wish there was a way to test my mental shields. I tried to build some basic mental walls, but I’m not sure they are any good.”
Harry replied, “Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Snape are skilled Legilimens.” He paused and added, “I would not recommend staring at any of them for any amount of time.”
I nodded and was thinking things thought when Ginny said, “Do we know anyone we trust, who can test our shields?”
Harry said, “Giving that you have pledged yourself to me. It makes it much easier for me to see your thoughts.”
I replied, “Oh…” I guess that did make some sense.
He continued, “It would not take me much effort to really dig into your mind. However, I try to avoid that as I may see a memory you may not like or even something you do not even remember experiencing.”
“I have some mental defense built up as well and I liked to see how good they look,” I paused. Before continuing, “I fully trust you to be inside my mind.”
Harry nodded, “I can try after dinner tonight.” I nodded and he continued, “I recommend looking through some more books to see if we can find anything more about our animals. According to Sirius, the more you understand your animal the easier it is to change into it.” We got back into the books researching and making notes about our animals.