At first, Harry was only able to determine that the person in the doorway was tall, female, and dressed in black. After concentrating a little more closely, he realized she was the last person he had seen before he lost consciousness. It was Bellatrix Lestrange herself.
When Harry discovered this, he felt his earlier anger resurface. He vigorously shook himself in effort to break free of his bonds, and he tried shouting death threats and other hostile remarks. However, his restraints prevented him from getting up by even a marginal amount, and his gag only allowed inarticulate mumbles to get out.
The loudest sound he made was produced by his sole article of clothing. Every move Harry made caused his thick diaper to resonate a loud crinkle.
Bellatrix just smiled and commented “Oh good. The baby’s awake.”
She slowly entered the room and began approaching Harry. The closer she got, the harder Harry tried to break free of his bonds. But they were very effective; he could not free himself.
Within a minute, Bellatrix had reached Harry. She was standing right over him. He glared up at her, looking as though he would kill her if she got any closer. He knew he could have appeared very threatening at this time, what with him being tied down, gagged, and diapered. That did not cloud the hate and malevolence he felt for this woman.
Naturally, Bellatrix was not the least bit intimidated by Harry’s gestures. She smirked and teased him with “You look so cute right now, you know. I’m glad I decided to do this.”
Harry was still infuriated, but he had room to feel perplexed, as well. When Bellatrix saw the look of bewilderment on his face, she decided to explain the situation. She enlightened him with:
“I managed to knock you out mere moments before you could torture me to death. At the time, it was tempting to finish you off myself. But the Dark Lord gave us explicit orders to capture you alive. And unharmed, if possible. Aside from the bump I gave you and a few bruises, you had no blemishes. At any rate, the Dark Lord told us he would arrive at the Ministry shortly after we did. I thought about waiting around for him, but by staying there, I ran the risk of encountering your friends first. So I chose to bring you here instead.”
She paused for a moment, and then she continued with “Naturally, I couldn’t afford to leave you unrestrained, hence the bonds and the gag. I’m sure you’re wondering about your current apparel, as well. Well, I also decided to free you of that lousy school uniform of yours, too, and get you into something more comfortable and appropriate. So I stripped you and put you in nappies.”
A look of disgust came across Harry’s face. Bellatrix scoffed and leaned against the table. She remarked “I never would have imagined you’d be so adorable in them, though. Then again, I never thought I’d find you adorable in ANY way. Guess anybody can be adorable under certain circumstances. Even you.”
She then placed her right hand on the front of Harry’s diaper. The teenager tried to shake her hand off, but his feeble struggles barely made any difference. Bellatrix softly rubbed the front of Harry’s diaper, as if she was checking for wetness. Strangely, this action had a minor pleasing effect on Harry. A moment later, Bellatrix relented and observed “Looks like you managed to stay dry. I’m glad for that, even though I wasn’t expecting you to use these. So soon, that is.”
Harry had no idea what that last statement was supposed to imply. Just then, he heard another pair of footsteps approaching the room. He and Bellatrix both turned back towards the entrance, and a moment later, another person appeared into the doorframe. It was…
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