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Rise of the Founder’s Heir	By : Hanku2691 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19561 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Rise of the Founder’s Heir
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from writing or posting this fan-creation.

Author Note: Please note that this story features an Incontinent Harry Potter; therefore content involving and related to diapers will be contained within, including the use of them. If this disturbs you, please hit the back button on your browser immediately.

Pairings – Gay Harry with Multiple Partners

Prologue – Horrid Childhood

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursley’s had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursley’s' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.

Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.

The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too. No photographs on the mantel, no framed report cards, nothing to show that anyone but the three Dursley's lived in the house. Yet another did live with them Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but it wouldn't last for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that, like every day before, made the first noise of the day for him.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry woke with a violent start as he always did to his Aunt’s voice, eyes snapping open as he breathed heavily from the fright it had given him. One would think that after ten years of the same wake-up that he’d be used to it by now, but Harry was beginning to assume he’d never grow used to it, every single time his Aunt screamed for him to wake; he woke violently in an instant. His contemplation was broken a second later as his Aunt rapped on the door loudly; taking his silence as a sign he hadn’t awoken.

“UP!” she screeched, even louder than the first time.

With that Petunia spun around and headed into the kitchen, now certain that her worthless nephew was awake and just getting dressed. Harry was in fact not getting dressed; instead he was sitting patiently, listening for a sound that would show his Aunt was indeed in the kitchen and not still waiting outside his room. When he heard the sound of a frying pan being put down on the stove, Harry breathed a soft sigh of relief and began to shift around to sit up, wincing heavily when a soft squish echoed.

“Dammit,” he whispered, head hanging as his eyes watered.

Taking in a long drawn-out breath and scrunching his hands into fists a few times to calm himself, Harry sighed softly and tried to ignore the dampness pressing against him and the soft squishing echoes as he began to search around for some clothes. Aunt Petunia was his mother’s sister, not that she spoke of his mother at all, and she didn’t like to be kept waiting for any reason.

She was thin and had blond hair, as well as twice the neck of a normal person, sometimes when she was mad her lips pursed, and he often thought this made her look like a horse.… Not that he mentioned that to anyone else, even in a joking tone he knew it wouldn’t be taken well by his relatives, he knew perfectly well the consequences for speaking his mind. Absently he reached up to rub at his neck, shaking faintly and nodding, he knew the consequences better than he wished – far better than he wished.

Lifting up his small mattress Harry finally succeeded in finding a pair of jeans and a shirt, and with a casual ease he gently brushed the spiders off the tattered oversized grey pieces of clothing. Pulling the shirt over his head Harry yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes, thinking about how glad he was that he didn’t have any fear of spiders, having become so used to them after all these years. How could he not? The cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.

As he brushed off the jeans to put them on his mind drifted to the dream he’d been having before being so suddenly awoken, it had been one of the few good ones he had, most of his dreams being more like nightmares. There had been a flying motorcycle in this one, and for some reason he had this funny feeling he’d had this dream before, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember when that had been.

A sudden loud banging noise alerted Harry to his Uncle coming down the stairs above him, and he quickly began to pull on the jeans, desperate to cover his shame before it was too late. Uncle Vernon was a big, beefy man with a large purple face; he had thick, dark hair, a bushy black moustache, hardly any neck, and small, mean blue eyes. When exceptionally angry Vernon’s face would begin to change colors and his veins would begin to stand out and pulse.

Harry was unfortunately well accustomed to this change in appearance, having it happen to him at least once a day, and on particularly bad days multiple times in a row. Slipping a leg into the baggy jeans Harry began to tug them up and scrambled to get his second leg inside, but it was too late, the door to his cupboard was suddenly flung open, a big beefy hand reaching in and wrapping around his shoulder. He yelped loudly as he was pulled from his cupboard with a single painful tug, and flung onto the floor in the hallway.

A soggy squish echoed from the rough landing, and Harry dared not to look up, especially as he felt wetness against his thighs meaning the throw had caused him to start leaking. Even knowing what was coming he wasn’t prepared to be lifted to his feet and slammed against the wall, his body contorting against it as he was held off the ground, struggling not to move or make any noise in the hopes it would end things sooner.

“Wet…wet again,” growled Uncle Vernon, scowling.

“I…I tried…I-I didn’t, I’m sor…” Harry stuttered rapidly, still not daring to look his uncle in the face as he stammered out apologies as fast as he could.

His apologies were cut off a second later as all the air left his lungs, his Uncle’s fist having sunk into his chest and knocked it all out. Gasping Harry would have crumpled to the floor from the pain if not for the fact his Uncle was currently still holding him pinned against the wall. Dazed Harry failed to react as his Uncle loosed two more firm punches into his chest, causing a brutal pain deep in his chest, before letting go and causing him to fall limply to the floor into a puddle of leaked urine.

“Useless freak, change your diaper and then clean up your mess,” snarled Uncle Vernon, “Can’t even keep your disgusting wastes inside your diaper, have to expose us decent people to the smell too!”

“Y-Ye,” Harry was cut off as he coughed loudly, droplets of blood falling onto his dirty shirt as he struggled to continue, “Y-Yes..Yes Sir.” Harry struggled to try and push himself up from his limp collapsed position, desperate to do what his Uncle had told him before anything worse happened.

“Vernon! I need the freak’s help in the Kitchen to look after the bacon!” echoed Aunt Petunia’s shouting voice from the kitchen.

Vernon frowned and nodded, glancing at Harry who was still struggling to even get to his knees. Scoffing he spit down at his nephew and loosed a kick, sending the bloody boy back to the ground and skidding backwards back into the wall. Starring down at his nephew he clenched his fists and glared, unable to believe this worthless freak was in any way related to such an upstanding person like him, “Hurry up and get cleaned so you can help your Aunt you useless freak,” spat Uncle Vernon with contempt.

Spinning around and heading towards the kitchen Uncle Vernon suddenly stopped and glanced back at Harry, smiling darkly, “Don’t bother to put those jeans on Freak, useless diaper using toddler freaks don’t need to cover their baby bathrooms!”

Harry groaned quietly as the door to the kitchen opened and slammed shut once more, laying limply on the ground he tried to ignore the pain radiating from his chest, and his soaked leaking diaper sticking uncomfortably to his skin. It felt like Uncle Vernon had broken a rib or two with this morning’s beating, and now he was also short on time for a proper change because he had to go help his Aunt. Covering his mouth Harry coughed a few times, starring at his bloody hand and breathing heavily.

He hated his ‘family’ he was nothing more than their slave, their punching bag, someone to blame for everything that went wrong in their perfect little world. Harry knew that he was being abused, that no normal family would do what his relatives did to him, but there was nothing he could do about it. The neighbours, the police, other adults, even his teacher’s, none of them had ever bothered to look past the lies his family told about him.

Once he’d even told his teacher why he wore diapers, explaining that “Freaks don’t deserve to use the toilet like proper normal people” and had therefore never been potty trained. His teacher had actually laughed at his face and told him not to tell lies about his wonderful family, and that just because he was a no-good little lazy brat didn’t mean he could lie. He’d been crushed by the lack of faith, the lack of checking to see if anything he said was true, and it was than his faith in other’s had been obliterated.

His beating than was the worst he could remember, and also what had ruined any chance of him ever having a normal life like everyone else. Despite not being trained by his family he’d been hard at work back then, desperate to get out of diapers and prove that he wasn’t a useless lazy freak like his family called him. That day though Uncle Vernon had stabbed him in the crotch with a kitchen knife, multiple stabs that pierced his bladder over and over again.

The beating had turned so bad his family had been forced to take him to the hospital, and in order to help him the doctor’s had been forced to remove his bladder and burn away many of the nerves around it so he wouldn’t feel any pain. Even now years later he would never be healed, a replacement bladder would be useless with his nerves destroyed and the scars that covered that place inside him. He would never be able to train his bladder again; he was confined to diapers now, now and forever.

Shaking his head Harry pushed those depressive thoughts to the side, he already felt bad enough, there was no need to crush himself under more emotional pain right now. Crawling to his knees he made his way back to his cupboard, and pulled himself inside, falling down on his crappy small battered mattress and breathing heavily from the difficulty. Laying there Harry took a deep breath than forced himself to sit, biting down on his lip to stop from screaming out in pain.

Reaching down he got to work on getting himself changed, tearing the tabs on the side of the thin disposable diaper he let the heavy front fall open between his legs with a wet plop. Blushing faintly he got to work cleaning himself with the dry cloth he kept in his cupboard, not having time to go get a bucket of warm soapy water, he did his best to clean the urine from his skin, being extra careful around his sensitive shaft and balls.

As clean as he’d get Harry pulled the soaked diaper out and tossed it into the corner of his cupboard, knowing he’d need to get rid of it later. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the shelf at the top of the cupboard he quickly unfolded it and slid it under him, stretching it up between his legs to cover himself he expertly taped the tabs up and felt around to make sure the thin disposable was snug in all the proper places.

“HURRY UP FREAK! MY DUDDER’S NEEDS A GOOD BREAKFAST FOR HIS PERFECT BIRTHDAY!”

Harry winced as Aunt Petunia’s voice echoed shrill and loud through the house, groaning he wiped his bloody hands off on his mattress and grabbed his glasses, pushing them up his nose so they’d sit at least somewhat comfortably. He couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten how on earth was it possible for him to have totally forgotten that today was Dudley’s birthday, which meant it was going to be an even more difficult day. Sighing he climbed back out of his cupboard, diaper crinkling around his waist as he stood fully, trying to ignore the pain coming from his chest.

Heading quickly down the hall and towards the kitchen Harry ignored the loud crinkling of his thin diaper, used to the noise being so pronounced when he wasn’t allowed to wear his jeans to muffle it. Pushing open the door he headed into the kitchen, and wasn’t surprised to see the table completely hidden beneath a massive pile of presents that were making it cave towards the ground. Looking over the gifts he could see Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and racing bike.

Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, his cousin was very fat and hated exercise of any kind, unless of course it involved punching or bullying somebody. Dudley’s favourite punching bag was of course Harry, but his fat cousin couldn’t catch him very often anymore, unlike their younger years. Harry didn’t really look it, but he was exceptionally fast with hyper-reactive reflexes. Perhaps living in a dark cupboard had something to do with it, but he’d always been small and skinny for his age.

He looked even smaller and skinner than he really was because of the clothes he wore, all of them were Dudley’s old clothes, and his cousin was at minimum four times bigger than he was. Harry had light almost pale, peach coloured skin, and pitch black hair that was very short and messy, never lying flat or staying in a proper position. His eyes were an incredible shade of eerie green, and he stood at a short four feet six inches with a scrawny build.

The only thing Harry remotely liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was oddly shaped like a bolt of lightning. He’d had the scar for as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt was how he’d gotten it.

“In the car crash when your parents died,” she had told him before coldly telling him, “Don’t ask questions!”

Don’t ask questions, that was the first rule he’d ever learned, and the most important one for his quiet life at the Dursley’s. If he remained invisible to them, never speaking or making his presence known, and just doing what they would expect him to without them having to actually tell him anything…he would remain safe. Anytime his Uncle or Aunt had to talk to him, tell him to do something, or acknowledge his presence, resulted in a beating or an otherwise painful punishment.

Speaking of getting told what to do, Harry quickly rushed over to the stove and took over from Aunt Petunia, who scowled at him and hurried away from the stove leaving him to it. Turning over the bacon to make sure it didn’t burn he lowered the temperature of the stove from high, something he had to do every time or else the bacon would burn instantly, left on high just so that would happen and his Aunt could blame him.

“Comb your hair!” barked Uncle Vernon.

About once a week, or more often if he was in a bad mood, Uncle Vernon would see how horrible Harry’s hair looked and shout at him to do something about it. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, not that it ever made a difference, his hair simply grew that way, all over the place. Still, if he didn’t put in at least an attempt it would mean a beating, so Harry wet his hands and combed them through his hair, doing nothing of course.

Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley had arrived in the kitchen, Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon, a large pink face, not much neck, small watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smooth on his thick fat head. Aunt Petunia often said to everyone that Dudley looked like a baby angel, Harry disagreed and often though Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. He’d even mentioned it once, the beating had been brutal, but so worth it when a few of the other kids agreed.

“Thirty-six,” Dudley suddenly commented, bring Harry back to the present in time to save the bacon and eggs, “That’s two less than last year!” he complained.

Plating the bacon and eggs he put them down on the few clear spaces on the over-loaded table, before retreating into the kitchen just in case Dudley did something stupid. Dudley often had huge tantrums over the smallest things, and once his cousin had even thrown a toy out the window because he couldn’t figure out how to use it…than blamed Harry for doing it of course. Starting another pan of bacon he hoped Aunt Petunia would calm Dudley down, the last thing he wanted was Dudley to do something and him to get blamed today of all days.

He needn’t have worried, Aunt Petunia had obviously scented danger too, because she quickly said, “We’ll buy you another two presents while we’re out today, how’s that Popkin? Two more presents, is that all right!?”

Dudley calmed down immediately, and breakfast preceded normally from that point onwards, Dudley scarfing down three portions of bacon before being satisfied. Harry busied himself in the kitchen as Dudley opened his gifts, not saying thank you a single time, and actually complaining that his new tv wasn’t big enough, that the bike was the wrong shade, and more. As Dudley moved to open the last of his presents the phone began to ring, Harry grabbed it and handed it to Aunt Petunia before scurrying back towards the kitchen to finish cleaning the dishes.

Soaping up one of the pans he began to scrub at the burns that Aunt Petunia had let happen before he’d taken over, absently noting that the front of his diaper was growing warm between his legs. Desperate not to get noticed he pushed himself a little closer against the counter, not wanting to be mocked or hit for using his diaper so quickly after being ‘graciously’ allowed to change. As he rinsed the pan he was suddenly pulled back into the conversation by his Aunt’s shrill voice.

“Bad news Vernon, Mrs. Figg’s broken her leg she can’t take…him!”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock and surprise, and his heart gave a little leap of joy and hope. Every year on Dudley’s birthday his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, the movies and more. Every year though, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away, her whole house smelled of cabbage and she made him look at photographs of all the cat’s she’d ever owned.

“Now what?” barked Aunt Petunia looking furiously over at Harry as though he’d planned it this way.

Harry blocked out what was being said around him as he turned back to the sink and continued to do dishes, he knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn’t easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tifty again. Not to mention this meant he would get to go along with Dudley to the birthday party, and since it was in public Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn’t be able to punish him very much.

“What about what’s-her-name, you friend – Yvonne?”

“On vacation in Majorca,” snapped Petunia.

The Dursley’s often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn’t there, or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn’t understand them, like a slug. It was something he’d grown used to over the years, and it didn’t really bother him as much as it once had, when he’d longed for them to love him like they loved Dudley. That had faded over the years, and now Harry just as easily ignored them as they ignored him, this time though, he knew he needed to speak up.

“You could just leave me here,” Harry put in, knowing this would be shot down.

Harry desperately wanted to go with them to wherever Dudley’s party was, not only would it mean he couldn’t be punished the rest of the day, but he’d get to eat a nice meal, and be in public with strangers where they couldn’t be mindlessly cruel to him. He knew that asking to stay home would be the perfect push, his relatives would never let that happen, too worried he would do something to their perfect home without them there to guard over it.

“And come back to find the house in ruins!?” she snarled at him.

Harry barely managed to hide his smirk as he gave token resistance, “I won’t blow up the house.”

“I suppose we could take him to the zoo,” said Aunt Petunia half-heartedly, “leave him in the car?”

“The car’s brand new; he’s not sitting in it alone for who knows how long!”

Dudley began to cry loudly, great echoing sobs as he whined and howled at Aunt Petunia. Harry tuned it out as she flung herself around Dudley as he pretended to sob, not even bothered with it. He knew it was too late, normally Dudley’s fake tears and wails would make his Aunt or Uncle do anything for their precious son, but in this case he had won. He was too dangerous to be left along according to them, which meant they had no choice but to take him with them.

He would be going to the zoo…

- - - - -

A half hour later found Harry sitting in the back of the Dursley’s brand new car, sitting between Piers Polkiss, Dudley’s best friend, a scrawny boy with a face like a rat, who usually held people’s arms behind their back so Dudley could pound on them, and Dudley. He was on the way to the zoo, his first outing of his entire life, and his very first visit to the zoo. Unable to think of a good alternative, his Aunt and Uncle had been forced to bring him along.

Harry had been allowed to put on his jeans and change into one of his better looking shirts, as well as been forced to pack a diaper bag for changes. The bag was babyish and designed for little kids, with the words ‘Harry’s Diaper Bag’ embroidered on to the side to embarrass him. He honestly didn’t mind though, he wore diapers, and it really was his diaper bag, something they’d bought and though he didn’t care for the babyish design, that didn’t change the fact that it was his!

Going out with the family was the only time Harry was allowed to change his diaper as soon as possible, his Aunt and Uncle not wanting him to stink up wherever they were, or embarrass them anymore than him just being there would. It didn’t happen very often, but going out meant Harry also got to use baby powder, wipes and cream when diapering and changing himself, because it helped hide the scent and presence of his diaper.

It made the process of being diapered even more babyish, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to care, the powder made it less likely to get a rash, the cream soothed his dry and cracked skin, and the wipes meant he could actually clean himself when he changed. Harry was so happy, that not even Uncle Vernon’s threats from before could bother him.

Before he’d gotten into the car Uncle Vernon had pulled him aside, “I’m warning you,” he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry’s, “I’m warning you now Freak, any funny business, anything at all and you’ll be in that cupboard in your locking pants from now until Christmas!”

“I’m not going to do anything,” protested Harry, “Honestly!”

His protests didn’t really matter though, Uncle Vernon didn’t believe him, and no one else ever did either. It wasn’t his fault, strange things often happened around Harry for no apparent reason, and it did no good telling the Dursley’s or anyone else that he hadn’t caused whatever happened. Just like mentioning the abuse he suffered, nothing was ever done, or researched, or anything, he was simply never believed at all.

Sometimes Harry wondered if his relatives were right about him, was he really a ‘freak’. Not because he had to wear diapers, but because of the strange unexplainable things that happened around him. His hair growing back after it had been sheared off, clothes shrinking too small to fit even him when he didn’t want to wear them, teacher’s hair turning an embarrassing blue after they embarrassed him. Even that one incident where he’d been running from Dudley and his gang in fear, only to suddenly appear on the school’s roof with no explanation after jumping for safety behind some trash cans.

He always refused to let it get to him though, he wouldn’t let his relative’s opinion of him hurt him anymore than it already did. He was his own person, and even if he never had anyone who loved or cared for him, he refused to hide or change who he was. Today nothing was going to go wrong, he was going to the zoo and he was going to have an amazing time, eat good food, and try and stay as separated from his ‘family’ as possible.

As they drove towards the zoo, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia about anything that was bothering or annoying him. Vernon liked to complain about things, it seemed to calm him down and make him happy to point out the faults in other people: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were a few of his favourite subjects.

This morning Vernon had chosen a new subject, motorcycles, “Roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums,” he barked as a motorcycle conveniently overtook them.

The barking and complaining about motorcycles reminded him of the dream he’d had last night, and for a moment he considered commenting on the flying motorcycle in his dream. But after a moments consideration he decided that doing so would be a bad idea, not only would Vernon get back at him for mentioning it later, but the only thing his relatives hated more than anything, was unnatural things being mentioned or discussed.

Talking about anything that wasn’t how it naturally worked got him in trouble, dreams, cartoons, movies, all of these things were kept from Harry, almost as if they thought he’d get dangerous ideas or something. So with a sigh Harry turned and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the conversation and the warmth that was once more spreading through his diaper, letting him know he’d need to change into a new diaper once at the park.

It was very sunny when they arrived at the park, which was crowded with families, loud voices filling the air and the scent of fresh food mixed with the unique musk of so many different animals. The instant they entered the park Harry slowed and drifted away from the Dursley’s, staying just in view so he could enjoy the park by himself, reading the exhibit information and watching all the many varied animals, a small smile practically fixed on his face.

He was having an amazing morning, he didn’t even mind when a little boy and his mother had walked in on him well he was changing out of his soaked diaper in the bathroom. He hadn’t even been bothered by the cheap food and small portions he was bought in comparison to Dudley, having far too much fun and enjoying himself way too much. As time passed and the day drew to a close, Harry should have known that things were going too good, and that something bad was bound to happen.

Once they finished their lunches they headed to the reptile house, it was cool and dark inside, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass were all sorts of lizards and snakes, which were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see this huge, poisonous cobra and the thick, man-crushing pythons and rushed right through all the small boring lizards and snails, quickly finding the largest snake in the place.

It was so huge that its body could likely wrap twice around Uncle Vernon’s car, and then crushed it into a tin can, but at the moment it didn’t look in the mood. In fact, right now the massive snake was fast asleep, curled up around itself in the middle of its habitat. Unhappy with this Dudley leaned against the glass, fat body pressed against it and nose mashed right into the glass, starring at the snake and its glistening brown coils.

“Make it move,” he whined loudly.

Stepping forward Uncle Vernon reached up and rapped on the glass with his thick fist, but the snake didn’t budge an inch. “Do it again!” Clenching his fist tight Vernon pounded on the glass hard, making the glass shake rapidly and quiver, but the snake just continued to snooze on. “This is boring,” Dudley moaned to his Dad, shuffling away with Piers at his side.

Once Dudley had moved a sufficient distance away, Harry calmly moved to the front of the habitat, looking intently at the gorgeous snake inside, amazed by its size. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it had actually died of boredom and that’s why it wasn’t moving, honestly he wouldn’t have blamed the snake, no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass and trying to disturb it all day long without relief.

Shaking his head Harry figured it must be worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, at least his only visitor was Aunt Petunia who hammered on his door once or twice a day to get his attention, and he was otherwise left alone. Harry chuckled suddenly, finding it hard to believe he was comparing his living situation to that of a snake, and on that note, at least he could move around Privet Drive, this snake was stuck in this tiny habitat likely all the time.

Suddenly the snake opened its beady eyes, slowly, very slowly it raised its head until its eyes were level with Harry’s, than, it winked. Harry stared, snakes couldn’t wink, but that had definitely been a wink. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching, he looked back at the snake, and feeling a little silly, winked back. The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, than raised its eyes to the ceiling.

Harry immediately understood the plain look, which said quite simply, “I get that all the time.”

“I know,” Harry murmured quietly through the glass, not sure if the snake could hear him, “It must be really annoying to have to deal with people like that all the time, I’m sorry about them.”

Harry knew the snake could hear him, because it began nodding vigorously. He felt a little less awkward talking with the big snake with the visible conformation that it could understand him, and tilting his head to the side he asked, “Where do you come from?”

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass, and peering at it Harry could see it read ‘Boa Constrictor – Brazil’ making Harry nod softly. “Was it nice there?” blinking as the snake jabbed its tail at the sign again, Harry looked closer and read on ‘This specimen was bred in the zoo’ causing a small frown to cross over Harry’s face. “Oh, I see -- so you’ve never been to Brazil?”

As the snake shook its head Harry felt a sadness envelop him, he knew what it felt like to be raised in captivity, to have never seen the place that should be his home. The snake was basically an orphan like him, and for a moment Harry wondered if either of them would ever be free to explore the world and find the place where they belonged. As he raised his hand to place it on the glass, a deafening shout echoed loudly from behind, making both of them jump.

“DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT IT’S DOING!”

Responding to Pier’s call, Dudley came waddling back towards the snake as fast as his chubby body could carry him, and spotting Harry in the way of what he wanted to see he lashed out, slamming a thick fist into Harry’s ribs. “Out of the way you!” he barked.

Caught by surprise Harry was lifted a few inches off his feet, and staggering from the brutal hit to his already painfully injured chest he couldn’t catch himself. Falling hard onto the concrete floor below, two things immediately happened without warning; first and foremost, Harry’s lunch decided now was a good time to come back. Harry’s face flushed red as the seat of his diaper suddenly began to fill, sagging faintly in his tight jeans and spreading out inside the back of the thin padding because of his awkward position on the ground.

Secondly a loud voice shouted out, “How dare you!”

Harry looked up towards the voice, and saw a man he didn’t recognize twisting Dudley’s wrist, forcing the oversized boy down to his knees as he whimpered in pain from being hurt for the first time in memory. The stranger was growling angrily, a snarl etched across his face, the most brilliant amber eyes Harry had ever seen, practically glowing with barely restrained rage. He had a pale face with a few wrinkles, scars cutting across it and light brown hair with a few strands of grey.

A small thin moustache also stretched above his lips, but it was almost too faint for Harry to see. The man was wearing rather shabby clothing, which despite its obvious age looked rather well maintained, complete with multiple patches. But what made the clothing even weirder was that the man appeared to be wearing robes rather than normal clothes. “Assaulting another child is something bullies do,” he growled, “But no one harms James son well I’m around!”

Harry’s eyes flew wide open, James son? His father’s name was James, had this man known his father? Or was something else going on that he didn’t understand, he’d never seen this stranger before, but the man obviously though he knew him. He had no more time to ponder the situation as Uncle Vernon was suddenly rushing over, having heard his son’s whimpers he took one look at the situation and swung a large beefy fist at Harry’s rescuer.

Harry opened his mouth to shout out a warning, not wanting this stranger to get hurt for protecting him, but found his warning completely unneeded. The man seemed to slide around the punch, and then in the next second Uncle Vernon had crumpled to the ground groaning in pain. Faster than Harry had been able to follow, the stranger had slammed a fist into his Uncle’s stomach, and it looked quite effective and painful.

The stranger stared down at Uncle Vernon, amber eyes glowing as he considered what to say, only to suddenly pause and sniff at the air oddly. A second later he looked up and to the right, spotting Aunt Petunia who had been hiding a few feet away. His eyes narrowed instantly and he glanced between Vernon, Dudley, Petunia and Harry before turning to stare at Petunia, his voice a growl as he spoke, “Petunia, I never thought Dumbledore would send Harry to live with you.”

“We didn’t want him, but that Old Freakish Fool gave us no choice!” hollered Petunia, uncaring of the crowd that was slowly building up around them, whispering among themselves.

A wide smile stretched across the stranger’s face, “I see,” he said in a cold voice that seemed to cut through the murmurs in the air and cause everything to fall silent. “Then Harry will be coming with me, I don’t believe I’ll be leaving him in your care for a second longer.”

Petunia’s eyes widened and for a moment it looked like she might agree, before a dark scowl spread across her face and she spat at the man, “It’s pointless, we’ve tried countless times!” she pointed at him accusingly, “One of you FREAKS did something that made it impossible for us to get rid of his worthless hide!”

Harry pushed himself backwards against the large snake’s habitat behind him; the stranger was suddenly radiating some sort of strange feral-ness that caused something deep within him to know he needed to move. Sure enough the stranger let out a deep growl and stepped forward getting in Petunia’s face, glowering at her as he spoke, “James Son is not Worthless!” The stranger took a deep breath and reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder, pulling out a piece of…parchment?

“Here, write on this that you willingly relinquish all rights to Harry James Potter, and as your right as his Guardian you willingly and legally by the right of…you know what…sign him over to Remus John Lupin,” he said, pulling out a quill of all things and holding it out, “Use this, it will supply the…you know what…to make it binding in our world.”

Aunt Petunia couldn’t snatch the quill and parchment out of Remus’s hand fast enough, without asking or even consulting Harry she scrawled out just what Remus had told her too, sighing it with a flourish. A bright flash of light filled the room, and the parchment vanished with it, the next instant the crowd was looking around dazed, asking each other what was going on, why they were crowding up the exhibits. Handing the quill back to Remus, Petunia gathered up Vernon and Dudley, and without a glance back, practically fled the zoo.

The stranger Remus watched Petunia and the Dursley family leave, slipping the quill back into his satchel before turning and heading slowly over to Harry. He bent down in front of Harry and smiled at the young boy gently, and Harry did his best to smile back, not quite sure what he was feeling at the moment. His relatives had just signed him over to a complete stranger, a stranger he’d never met, but that had apparently known his father.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he was currently sitting on the floor in a messy diaper that was sticking to him and felt horrible, how was he going to explain that to this Remus person? Worst yet, this had happened in front of a huge crowd of peo…wait!? Harry looked around in surprise, all the people were gone; the crowd that had been gathered a moment ago were now wandering through the exhibits as if nothing had happened.

“Well…um…I guess I should introduce myself,” began Remus awkwardly, suddenly realizing what he’d done, “I’m Remus John Lupin, and I was one of your father’s best friends.”

“H-Hi,” Harry whispered quietly, “W-whats…what’s going to..to happen to me, me now?”

Remus blinked, and then smiled an even gentler smile down to Harry, as he moved and kneeled down in front of him. “I guess this was all a little sudden huh, well I’m hoping you’ll come stay with me now Harry, and if it doesn’t work, than I guess we could find you someplace else to go,” he said with a faint tremor in his voice, “I hope you’ll give me a chance though.”

“I…I don’t want,” Harry trailed off, taking a deep breath he balled his fist and firmly said, “I don’t want to go back to the Dursley’s Mr. Lupin.” With that Harry suddenly began to spill his guts, “I hate it there, they’re horrible to me, I never want to go back to them again, you knew my Dad, does that mean you knew my Mom? Are you sure it’s okay if I stay with you? Was that really legal? How did the paper disappear in that flash of light? Ho-“

Remus suddenly held up a hand, cutting Harry off and for a moment Harry was worried he was in trouble for asking questions again. But when the man started chuckling Harry knew he’d been worried for nothing, if anything Remus seemed to find his questions quite funny and for that Harry was relieved. Shifting a little in embarrassment Harry suddenly flushed brightly, even more embarrassed as his messy diaper squished underneath him from the movement.

“How about we go grab a snack or something, we can talk and you can ask me whatever questions you have,” suggested Remus, before smiling knowingly, “But I think first you’d better change that diaper.”

“H-how did you know?” Harry asked in a whisper, still blushing as he wrapped his arms around himself and looked down at the ground. He didn’t know how Remus had figured out his secret so easily, but now he was worried that his father’s friend would reject him.

“If you’re worried, than there’s no need to be,” Remus said without answering, “So you wear diapers? That doesn’t bother me at all Harry, it’s obviously something you need.” Remus smile never left his face as he held out a hand right in Harry’s lowered view, waiting patiently for the boy to take it as he knelt there. “Now what do you say, shall we get out of here?”

Harry stared at the offered hand, his eyes watery as he tried to decide what to do. Remus seemed nice enough; he’d rescued him from Dudley, easily stopped Uncle Vernon, and convinced Aunt Petunia to sign him over. He’d readily offered it because he was James Son, and at the moment the amber-eyed man seemed to be his best option, and it wasn’t like he had anywhere else he could go. Could he really take the chance though, what if Remus turned out to be worse; could he really trust an adult for the first time in years?

Taking a deep breath, Harry reached out and took Remus’s hand…

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Author Note: This is a rewriting of my original story Founder’s Heir & The Philosopher’s Stone, envisioned and hopefully it will be better than the original. Harry / Remus will remain, but new pairings will be added.
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