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  1. HarryPotterFun

    malefemale Harry Potter

    This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them ? I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. ? The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
  2. Hi This is my first attempt at writing a story on this website. I loved the stories “Hermione learns about flying at P level” by Sobbi5 that was resurrected just recently, and it wasn’t until I’d read all that he’d written that I realized that the stories had been written in 2014 and that Sobbi5 appeared not to have been on the site since 2016! Some of what he’d written appears to be deleted, but if you read what’s left first by clicking on Sobbi5, hopefully my continuation will make some sort of sense. Hope you enjoy what I've written and I do have some ideas to take it further if anybody’s interested. Hermione had been looking forward to the half-term holidays since indulging in her “flying at P level” exploits. Wetting her knickers, especially her regulation navy blue ones had become a real passion helped on by Miss McGonagall’s unrivalled support and the cloaking spell she’d given Hermione to cover up the fact that her knickers were wet. Indeed she was now getting through so many pairs of her “navy blues” in a week that she’d asked her mother to send her some extra pairs! She’d yet to attend a “3 W’s” meeting, but had gone flying with Miss McGonagall and Miss Pomona one Saturday afternoon to the place where their secret meeting were held. They’d all flown at P level and on landing there had been no need for secrecy or cloaking spells and for the first time and unbidden by her teachers Hermione had felt the urge to strip to her underwear and openly enjoy free and unbridled wettings as she explored and enjoyed this special place in the warm late spring sunshine. Her teachers had left her to run free and enjoy herself; telling her how happy they were knowing that Hermione was now very much one of the 3W’s. Hermione’s mind returned to the present; her train was about half an hour from London now, and soon she’d be meeting up with her mother again. She felt excited about seeing her mother once more, but sad at the thought that her wettings were going to have to go on hold until she got back to Hogwarts; she could still wet herself and use the masking spell of course, but at some point all her wet knickers would need to be washed and she couldn’t very well hide that from her mother could she? At the station her mother gave her a kiss and a hug before telling Hermione how well she looked and they then caught a taxi back to her mother’s flat and Hermione took her suitcase through to her bedroom and laid it on her bed, leaving it there for the moment. Hermione needed to wee and was sorely tempted to do a little in her thick and absorbent navy blue knickers before heading across the hall to use the bathroom. To Hermione the feeling of pulling her knickers down to her ankles before sitting on the toilet felt like such a waste... They spent a companionable afternoon and evening together talking about life at Hogwarts and later they enjoyed a meal that her mother had prepared. It was after nine before the dishes were washed and packed away. Hermione’s mother could see that Hermione was very tired after all the travelling she’d done and suggested that Hermione had a long soak in the bath and an early night. “Put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket” she told her; “I’ll put a load of washing on in the morning.” Grateful for the chance of a long soak which she’d always enjoyed Hermione began to undress as the bath was filling and absent mindedly open the lid of the laundry basket to throw in her dirty underwear and the blouse she’d been wearing. As soon as she opened the basket something caught her eye. Tucked in one corner and beside a white towel Hermione spotted something blue... navy blue. Moving the towel out of the way and reaching in Hermione retrieved a pair of knickers; knickers just like her own, but these didn’t belong to her, they were a size or two larger and stretching them out she notice something else; something familiar to her since she’d started being “a naughty girl” in her own knickers, the crotch was wet and the seat partly wet too and Hermione noticed the slight scent of wee. Carefully she replaced those wet knickers where she’d found them and tucked the towel back in place before placing her own clothes on top and closing the lid of the basket. It must have been nearly ten before she was washed and dry again and into her pyjamas. Shouting “goodnight” to her mother and adding “I love you” she slipped gratefully into her room and then into her own bed. As tired as she was Hermione couldn’t settle; all she could think about was that pair of navy blues in the laundry basket and the fact that they were wet. Did her own mother..... No it wasn’t possible; but there again was it.... Had her own mother brought her all those pairs of regulation navy blue knickers because she had a thing about them too? With those thoughts still whirling around in her mind Hermione drifted into the blackness of sleep. Hermione woke just before seven the next morning, the flat quiet and peaceful apart from the slight traffic noise from the road seven floors below. Hermione paid a visit to the bathroom before walking into the lounge and opening the patio doors that led out onto the balcony. Resting her arms on the parapet she looked down on the world passing by below and it reminded her of the first P flight she’d taken with Miss McGonagall and the other girls from her class.... Raising her shoulders slightly Hermione moved her head from left to right to wipe the tears that had formed in her eyes onto the shoulders of her pyjama jacket. “Morning darling did you sleep well? It was her mother’s voice and lost in her own reverie Hermione hadn’t even heard her enter the room and had no idea how long she’d been standing behind her. Quickly she turned and smiled at her mother; “yes thank you mummy I slept very well; it was nice to be back in my old bed again. Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face before she asked her what she’d like to do today. “I’ll put the kettle on while you thing about it” she said. As her mother went towards the kitchen she called out “would you like tea or coffee?” “Tea please mummy” she replied, but what she really wanted was her mother to start to sort out the washing so that she could (hopefully) raise the subject of those navy blue knickers.... Just as she heard the kettle coming to the boil she had an idea. She almost ran to the bathroom and picking up the laundry basket she headed back to the kitchen. “I’ve fetched the laundry basket mummy; you said you wanted to do some washing this morning, I can sort it out for you if you like.” Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face as she accepted Hermione's offer. Hermione separated the washing into various piles noting as she did so that there were four pairs of her mother’s navy blue knickers on the coloureds pile plus the pair of her own from yesterday. Hermione put the load of coloureds into the washing machine first and as she did so she casually asked her mother if she enjoyed wearing those big knickers as much as she did. Her mother looked a bit nervous as she slowly replied that she did. “They’re warm and comfortable” she then paused for a few seconds before she added “and practical in all sorts of other ways.” Hermione could feel her heart beating in her chest as she started the washing machine and wondered what if anything her mother was going to add to what she’d already said. Her mother sighed; “Pick up your mug of tea Hermione and let’s go and sit in the lounge. I’ve kept things from you in the past, but now I think you’re old enough to understand.” Sitting together on the sofa there was silence for several minutes. Hermione wasn’t going to push her mother into talking; she had to decide what she wanted to say and how she was going to say it. Her mother started by saying that like Hermione she’d gone to boarding school when she was eleven. “My mother brought me those types of knickers because they formed part of the school uniform, but straight away I enjoyed the feelings of wearing them, so when I knew that you were going to boarding school I brought you those types of knickers too. I soon discovered something else about them when I first started at my new school as well; with their thick double gusset they were very absorbent”.... her mother had paused briefly at that point to take a sip of her tea and in Hermione’s opinion to gather her thoughts again. “You see the toilets at our school were very primitive to begin with and nobody really liked using them so naturally we’d hang on for as long as possible before having to go to use the toilets. It was one of the more senior girls who pointed out to us newbie’s one day that if we let ourselves dribble or even spurt in those thick knickers from time to time during the day we could put off visits to those horrible toilets for even longer. I along with several of the other girls began to enjoy the feelings of our damp and clingy knickers and even after the toilet and shower facilities were re-built and were really nice we continued to do it.” She paused, took a longer drink of her tea and said “Hermione I’m thirty eight now and still like the feelings of comfort and security that those knickers give me; if I can’t find a toilet to use I know I can take the pressure off quite a bit by making use of my knickers and nobody is aware of what I’ve been doing or have done.” Hermione burst into tears, snuggled up close to the mother and said “mummy I like wetting my navy blue knickers too.” They cuddled together on the sofa for quite some time; each lost in their own thoughts....
  3. Omo-secret

    female Not Quite Harry Potter

    Hey, It's been a while hasn't it? Anyway, in case you missed my post in the fiction idea/encouragement thread, this story takes place in a universe without Harry Potter where a Slytherin girl has to stand up to the Dark Lord. So for the most part it will follow the same story line as the Harry Potter Novels with a lot more wetting and other changes as well. Very few of the main characters will be present in this, and as far I am concerned right now, none of the Slytherin students from the original books will play any part in this because they are awful. The young dark haired girl was almost unnoticeable as she dithered amongst the crowd of people within King’s Cross station; though the dark owl, currently sleeping with her luggage, did attract a few curious glances. The girl was dressed ordinarily enough, in a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, though she was searching for quite an extraordinary place: Hogwarts, or rather the missing train that would take her there. “It was… just a joke?” She whispered to herself. Her parents wouldn’t have concocted this, she reasoned. In fact, her parents were just as bewildered as she was when she received her Hogwarts letter. When the initial confusion wore off they had even set her off with a bemused sense of pride; a Witch in their family, who would have known? It was no secret though that Sophie wasn’t well liked among her classmates. They had always spotted this sort of unsavory difference in her. She wasn’t the same as they were and as a result she was a pariah among her young peers. Even the teachers looked down their noses at her: The wayward daughter of two otherwise well-adjusted individuals. Her mother and father, a university professor and a doctor respectively, garnered a certain level of respect in their small English town, yet the community thought of Sophie herself as a shameful secret that her parents should hide. Her parents didn’t share this view of course, though they couldn’t argue that Sophie did get herself into her fair share of trouble. Not that it was Sophie’s fault! She didn’t mean for those things to happen. She still couldn’t explain how Mrs. Betteridge’s rather beastly bull dog had found itself trapped among the highest branches in the tallest tree on the block, nor could she explain how little Timmy Anderson’s candy mysteriously filled her own candy sack two Halloween’s ago. It didn’t matter that no one else knew how she could have possibly have accomplished these tasks either; she was simply a trouble maker. This of course meant that any number of jaded individuals could have created this elaborate hoax to make Sophie look like a fool. Her head bowed, Sophie was trying to understand how they could have created Diagon Alley when a brood of unusually dressed individuals strolled past her. The mother wore a set of black robes underneath a fancy maroon cloak. The eldest son, three or four years Sophie’s senior wore a similar cloak over a white collared shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. A well tied gold and red tie hung from his neck. His sister, somewhat younger than him did not bear a cloak, instead over her tie and white, collared blouse was a black jumper bearing a red and gold crest with a lion insignia, and rather than slacks she wore a black skirt and sheer black pantyhose. The youngest sister seemed starkly different from her siblings. Her hair, like her mother’s was a cascade of golden semi curls compared to their straight light brown hair. She too, like Sophie, wore ordinary clothes, though her posture was more elegant than her sibling’s casual composures. Like Sophie each child had their own owls, the two oldest siblings had identical tawny owls and their youngest sibling carried a white snow owl around with her. This unusual family was likely Sophie best chance at finding the elusive platform nine and three quarters. “Excuse me,” Sophie shyly spoke to the mother. “Would you happen to know how to get to platform nine and three quarters?” “Of course! Is it your first time, sweetie? Of course it is, where are your parents?” The kind woman asked. “Uh, well it seems that my parents aren’t magic users…” Sophie blushed. “Oh, you’re a muggle born? Well no matter, it’s simple really. You see the barrier between platform nine and ten? Well, all you have to do is walk straight into it. Don’t be scared, though it might be best to do it at a bit of a run if you are worried. Just watch my son. Go on now, Leonard.” “It’s Leo, mum.” The boy shook his head before pushing the cart and himself into the barrier only to vanish upon impact. “You next, Alexis dear.” “Bye, mum.” She elder daughter called as she too vanished into the barrier. “Alright, now would you like to go, before Madeline here?” Sophie nodded tentatively. “Thank you,” she mumbled. She gripped the handle of her cart, took a deep breath and dashed directly for the barrier. Sophie couldn’t resist shutting her eyes and turning her head just before impact. Sophie held her breath, waiting for a crash that never came. When she opened her eyes she just managed to pull her cart to a stop before nearly colliding with a teenage girl in emerald robes. “Watch where you are going, pleb.” She hissed before continuing on. Sophie didn’t have much time to feel hurt as she took in the sight of the missing platform. A scarlet steam engine waited next to the platform, which was full of oddly dressed people. She turned around only to find the rest of King’s Cross and the barrier were gone, in its place was a wrought-iron archway with the words “Platform Nine and Three-Quarters” on it. The younger daughter, Madeline, suddenly appeared beneath the archway and drew herself to a halt beside Sophie. “Wow.” Madeline whispered. “So this is what it looks like.” “It’s your first year too?” Sophie asked. “Yeah. Er, what’s your name again?” “Oh, I’m Sophie, Sophie Evelyn.” “Madeline Freehart. What house do you suppose you will be sorted into?” She asked as the two students loaded onto the train. “Uh, I don’t know. What are the houses again? Griffen’s door? Huff and Puff? Slithering? Uh… Ravenclaw?” “One out of four isn’t bad.” Madeline laughed. “Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and yes, Ravenclaw. My whole family has been in Griffindor, so I suppose that’s where I will go. They’re supposed to be brave you know.” “Erm, how do you think we get our luggage up there?” Sophie interrupted. Both girls clearly had luggage far too heavy for them to hoist into the compartment.” “Want a hand?” A lanky red haired boy appeared behind the two girls. “Yes, please.” Madeline nodded. “Oy, Fred! C’mere and help! We got two young ladies in need over ‘ere!” Another, identical, red head appeared and with the twins help both girls had their luggage neatly packed away. “Ay, you wouldn’t ‘appen to be Lexie Freehart’s sister, would ya?” One of the twins asked Madeline. “Uh, yeah.” “Great! You, uh, wouldn’t mind puttin’ in a good word for me, would ya?” He asked. Madeline frowned slightly. “Sure.” She sighed. “Great, his name is Fred Weasley.” The other twin announced. “That’s your name! I’m George!” George cried. “Now why would I pretend to be you? I’m the better lookin one anyway.” The two twins bickered as they left the cabin. “Boys.” Madeline groaned. “You get that a lot?” Sophie asked. “More than you would think. If my chest was as big as Alexis’…” Madeline grumbled. “Anyway, as I was saying: Griffindors are brave, Hufflepuffs are kind of jokes, Ravenclaws are intelligent, and Slytherins are evil.” “Evil?” Sophie asked. “Well, I guess not like super evil, but they are the bullies and stuff. No one likes them. You-Know-Who was a Slytherin.” “Er, I don’t know who though.” “You know, the dark lord.” Madeline whispered. “uh-uh.” Sophie shook her head, confused. “You muggle borns really don’t know anything, do you?” Sophie blushed and cast her gaze to her feet. “Alright. I will spell it out for you. V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T.” Madeline whispered. “What’s a Voldy mort?” Sophie asked. “Sh!” Madeline hissed. “He’s the most evil wizard to have ever lived. Thankfully he’s dead now but still.” “Then why can’t you say his name?” “Well the thing is, we aren’t sure how he died. He just disappeared one day, after he killed most of the Order of the Phoenix too. He was taking over and then boom, he just up and vanished. He might not even be dead. He might just be waiting to kill again.” Madeline shivered. “So don’t be stupid and toss his name around, Ok?” “OK.” Sophie nodded uncertainly. “We should probably get changed.” Madeline suggested. So no wetting this chapter, but the next two chapters will have wettings at least, so you have that to look forward to. As always, leave any comments, criticisms, or suggestions below. Bye now.
  4. I know I have another interactive going, but I thought I'd start a new one in a different style: shorter entries, shorter time between entries. It's going to be primarily public desperation, whether or not she wets or enjoys Omorashi is up to you! No messing or diapers though, sorry. The main character is female, but I also enjoy male so there may be some male desperation. I'll also be sure to include actual cameos from HP, but Slytherin and Gryffindor might have more if that helps with your decision. If you want her to be in your house, though, go for it! There will still be plenty of cameos, duh. Anyway! Time to make a character! Everything here is optional, I'll fill in gaps if I have to . Name House General Appearance Likes/Dislikes Sexuality Year (not year 7, because the trio is not at Hogwarts) Feel free to add anything else, too.