The room buzzed with a sense of anticipation as Hermione carefully undid the snaps on the footie pajamas she’d dressed Harry in, after all his childlike state was far more vulnerable than nudity and they’d long grown comfortable with it, unfolding the soft disposable adult-sized nappy decorated with animated quidditch players the room had provided. As she tightened the tabs, their eyes locked, and Harry felt a surge of vulnerability and trust. He was deep in the midst of sinking into his littlespace, sucking steadily on his soother as he almost automatically slurred around it. "Thank you Mummy"