Diapered at Hogwarts

[evilengine]

Charli burst out from the barrier, her heavy suitcase pushed ahead on a trolley, a pink backpack bouncing behind her as she slowed down, the sight of the Hogwarts Express, in all it’s scarlet glory, coming into view. She caught her breath after that short sprint, the barrier had rejected her each time she tried the more subtle art of side-stepping during the previous years. Learning her lesson she threw caution to the wind after kissing her parents goodbye, making sure her skirt was aligned, before breaking into a steady jog at the dividing barrier between platforms 9 and 10. 

She looked over the crowded scene before her. Over seven years nothing had changed: a multicoloured crowd of children, teenagers, parents, porters, even the odd magical pet that had been let loose… or escaped a careless owner. Charli ducked a little as a particularly fat barn owl wooshed over her head, feathers almost brushing her hair as a fourth year chased after it, arms outstretched. Ordinarily Charli would be seeking her friends and classmates, catching up on wizarding news and summertime gossip. Not this time. Charli’s final year would start off in with constant vigilance, throwing looks over her shoulder, one hand pushing the trolley, her other making sure her light skirt remained in place as she sidled as nonchalantly as she could through several dozen parents in the middle of an animated boast about each of their children’s accomplishments. 

As she slid past the gleaming engine, a jet of warm steam billowed out over her legs, her skirt getting caught for a moment. Her heart jumped as she attempted to keep her cool, pulling it down as firmly as she could, hoping no one saw anything. 

‘Just need to worry about being seen,’ she thought to herself, looking around feverishly. ‘No one will hear it, not here, way too noisy. Just keep this damn skirt from giving me away!’ The skirt had not been her idea. No way. Had she had her own choice she’d be in secure trousers all the way, maybe a loose pair of shorts, baggy enough that they hid whatever underneath. So what if they wouldn’t look good? Stealth is the key here, and I’ve got too much to lose. 

Charli heaved her case to the nearest open door. Lugging the massive container, she manhandled it up the steps and into the cramped corridor. She yanked her backpack more securely onto her shoulders, before wheeling her case down the carriage. Like the platform outside, the inside of the train was buzzing with laughing, screaming, and chattering of hundreds of people. She had a fine job squeezing past others also attempting to move their own luggage around the train, having to press right up against the wall on more than one occasion. Had this been any other year Charli would have gone straight to her friends, or maybe even the prefect compartment, having been made a Gryffindor prefect the previous year. No… she’d have to bite her lip and find somewhere safer. Somewhere she wouldn’t be disturbed. 

After nearly ten minutes she found a vacant compartment very close to the end of the last carriage. A littler smaller, only just big enough for four passengers, but it came with working blinds on the door and inner windows, plus she could utilize a locking spell. It’ll be perfect. Sliding the door shut, she took a deep breath, lifting her giant suitcase onto the rack opposite her. After a few close calls of it nearly slipping, she secured it, flopping down on the seat to catch her breath. As she panted, she quickly checked that the close was clear, before carefully pulling her skirt up.

Meeting her gaze, smiling innocently back at her between her thighs was a particularly thick disposable diaper. White in colour, cuffs around the leg holes, four tapes holding it on. It was a diaper, no getting around it. 

‘I am on a train filled with hundreds of teenagers and I’m sitting here literally in the thicket nappy my parents could find. Great...’ she grumbled to herself, giving the poof a tentative poke. ‘Warm already. So I did have an accident in the car, ughh!’ Charli thought back to the fifteen minutes she spent driving through London in the back of a taxi with her mum and dad. Just a quarter of an hour and she’d wet herself then too! She had thought she felt the warmth of the ‘incident’ but it was getting harder and harder to feel it these days. ‘If this keeps up I won’t feel it at all!’ Charli threw her skirt back in place and folded her arms with a huff, kicking her feet out onto the seat in front, pouting to no one but herself. 

Charli was a pretty small girl, to be perfectly honest. Small, bespectacled, and (if she thought so herself) pretty cute. Her hair was a darkish brown, shoulder length, and almost black, except for the odd rogue greyish-white hair that stood out no matter how much she plucked at them. Currently she sported a light summery cardigan over a dress of duck-egg green colour, a pair of casual trainers on her feet. She fiddled with her glasses a little, trying to get comfier. In the relative quiet of her compartment she could hear the diaper crinkle with every other little move she made. Shifting her bum, moving her legs, even leaning over to peer out the window a plasticy noise called to her from under the skirt mockingly. 

‘You can do it, Charli,’ she tried to reassure herself again. ‘Just ride it out, visit the Hospital Wing the moment you get to Hogwarts, and everything will be fine...’ The train whistle blew overheard, she heard the sound of porters shouting for students to board. She put on her best glare that she could muster as people peered in, going as far to fetch her prefect badge from her rucksack, pushing  the neatly folded stack of diapers aside to find it at the bottom. Pinning it to her cardigan she flashed it threateningly whenever a student didn’t take the glare seriously. ‘Not exactly prefect behaviour...’ She thought to herself, the girl she shooed away looking dejected. ‘But I can’t take the risk, even if it is a first or second year who doesn’t know me. Heck, or might not even end up in Gryffindor house at all.’ 

She felt another trickle as the train began to move. She bit her lip, lifting herself a little off the seat as more warmth spread inside, absorbing into the material around her. She felt it grow warmer and warmer, squishier and thicker. She settled gingerly back down with another crinkle, the poof surrounding her down below. As she watched the tall buildings of capital city start to move past, she griped the arm rests of her seat tightly, hoping that the journey, hours long, would pass without incident… 
 

[CDfm]

I liked this . I am not sure if you plan to add more but I am hoping you do. 

[Infernum]

Really liking this! Hope you find the inspiration to continue this story! There's too few good stories about the fantastic world Rowling created that are ABDL themed.