Harry woke up with a groan. Due to his poor eyesight, he didn't register anything as wrong untill he realized that something was in his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but it refused to move from his lips. He was suddenly very awake and he tried to sit up only to find straps around his chest, stomach, and ankles kept him down.
His hand shot to his mouth. Not only were his hands covered in thick fingerless mittens, but his mouth was also filled with a pacifier. He thrashed and squirmed, knocking his arms against the bars of the crib he was in. In the midst of his struggles, he heard crinkling below his waist. He froze and reached down with his mittened hand and felt his crotch. Through the mitten, he could feel multiple layers of diapers and the crinkle of plastic pants.
Harry heard a door open. He watched as a blurry blond figure made its way toword the crib. The figure reached over the bars and placed his glasses on his face.
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