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Hogwart's Citadel Academy for Magic

Kingdark

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[quote author=undefined]09/03/2019
Hey, allemaal. Ik had een bui van inspiratie, en heb het onderstaande juist geschreven. 'Heet van de pers' zoals ze dat zeggen. Op dit moment, denk ik niet dat er gelijk wat van abdl elementen zou inkomen, maar dat kan altijd veranderen.
Laat me weten wat je ervan denk.[/quote]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]10/03/2019 update[/font]
Nadat ik dit verhaal gepost had, bedacht ik me verschillende methode's waardoor ik wél abdl elementen in het verhaal kan krijgen. Hopelijk zijn die methode's niet te cliché of the onrealistisch. Er zijn heel wat veranderingen aangebracht, dus herlees het nog eens :)
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Hogwarts's Citadel's Academy for magic[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]Kingdark:[/font][font=Times New Roman, serif] I got inspired to this idea when I watched 'Blue Exorcist' on Netflix. It gave me this idea. Don’t ask where these idea’s are all coming from, that’s a rabbit hole with no end in sight. Obviously, this is AU which means that there are radical differences. This story will have many influences of several other fandoms, but I don’t consider them a real crossover.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]The basic idea of the story itself: Okay, so for this story to work, something would have to have happened radically differently in the history of the Harry Potter world. One of the major differences is the fact that there is only one school of magic in the entire world. It's the capital for all magicals and is a mix of hundreds of cultures around the world. Hogwarts, instead of only teaching the courses it does in the books, basically teaches anything you can imagine. Magic users in general are therefore FAR more dangerous then their counterparts in the books. Hogwarts by itself is a city. It isn't where the government is located mind you, that's still in London, but Hogwarts is technically a mini country by and on itself. It is populated by people of all ages, genders and races. Hogwarts doesn't 'only' teach magical subjects, but it makes damn sure its students are capable of navigating the muggle world without being looked at twice.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]This story is meant to take place in a 'steampunk' kind of world. Because even with the magical world being more dangerous, so too is the muggle world dangerous but in different ways. One of the things that are still true compared to the books is the fact that the magical world is hiding. The advancement of technology, even with the occasional and desperate sabotage, is such that it won't take too much longer (from a magical point of view) or their memory alterations will be pointless.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Even if the magical world has gone separate, they have still kept close ties with their non magical cousins and wit every advancement they came up with, they took it and used it for themselves. It is because of that, that most magicals genuinely think that they are 'superior' or 'better' than their non magical cousins, because everything they could do, the magicals can do better.[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]It is in a world like this that Harry Potter finds out he can do magic. He isn’t a wizard yet, or a sorcerer or a mage. Right now, he’s just a human capable of extraordinary things. Harry finds out that there was a secret war that everyone knows about but doesn’t want to talk about. History books are weird about it and he is famous for something that never happened, yet he is famous for it at the same time.[/font]


Final note before the story starts: I want to do something different for a change. Wizards. Witches. Mages. Sorcerers. Druids. All of these are separate classifications for both genders. Ideally, I want every 'category' to be a reference to a different fandom. I could use some help, trying to figure out what would be best.

Wizards: They can do anything and everything that the wizards and witches of the books and movies can do.
Witches: Think of these like a weird mix like druids and what powers they have in 'charmed' that television series.
Mages: Think of the mages of the elder scroll series. All 'branches' runes etcetera.
Sorcerers: I don't know yet.
Druids: I don't know yet.
Another category: I don't know yet.
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Another category: I don't know yet.[/font]

Each category has their own rules, laws, traditions, limitations and advantages. But that doesn't mean they can't do the magic of other categories. Think of it like trying to write with your off hand. It's hard to learn to write with your left hand properly if you're right handed. Hard, but not impossible. So, where a 'mage' could get it with just a few hours, a wizard trying to cast the spell of a mage would have to work for it for several days. That's just to put it into perspective.

But the mix of all these cultures that are all working and living in close quarters? It also gave rise to a lot of tension. Some of these cultures still practice the use of living human sacrifices for example, others didn't think it weird to have child marriages and to have the (unfortunate) girl have baby's as soon as possible. Then there are the cultures that are in a sort of cold war with each other. Violence is not happening but only just.

Finally, there's this. It is considered normal for a magic user to be invited to Hogwarts, to learn about their powers. But they are usually only registered after a certain age. But to have been automatically registered as a future student, from literally the moment you left your mother's womb is a sign of great prestige. This makes Harry one of the few 'elite' to have this honor...

Enough about my rambling, let's get on with the story!


[font=Times New Roman, serif]Chapter one[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Somewhere in London...[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Say that again?” Harry Potter asked with a frown.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]The man in front of him, even though he could barely be considered a man. Not because he had inhuman features, but because he was enormous! How nobody looked even twice at a man like this, was something that confused and scared him. The man was nearly three meter's tall, had arms as thick as a tree that was centuries old. Harry thought it wasn't unlikely that the man could bench press a car with muscles like that. There was also something... Wild about him. And that made Harry especially wary.[/font]




[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I said, mister Potter, that I am here to give you the paperwork you’ll need to be admitted to Hogwarts’s Academy for magic...”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Yhea, I thought you said something like that. Look, man, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking, drinking, inhaling or injecting, but whatever it is, it’s got to be good. Either way, I don’t want it. So, go and be high somewhere else please? Because I have no idea what the heck you’re talking about.” Harry said flatly. He was trying to find a way around the man, without the man trying to grab him, but he wasn't sure he would be fast enough.[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]The Giant man just stared at him, without blinking. It was like what Harry had said caused an error in him or something.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I’ll have you know that I haven’t touched any alcohol outside the weekend in decades and I'm also terribly allergic to pretty much every recreational drug that the muggles have made, so it would be foolish of me to try it. Even so, are you telling me you don’t know about your heritage? Your magic? You can't be telling me that nothing weird has every happened around you?"[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]That question made harry incredibly wary because very few people knew about his... Talents. It was best to try and end this conversation as soon as humanely possible.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Yhea, sure, let’s go with that.” Harry agreed nervously.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Now, will you please step out of the way so I can be on my way? Because we both know magic doesn’t exist and even if it does, it won’t cover me if I'm late for my job.”Harry didn’t know what it was, but something in those words must have pissed the Giant man off something fierce.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Are you telling me that your relatives never told you about your heritage? About your mum? Your dad?” If there was one thing that you didn't talk about to Harry, then it was his drunk of a sperm donor and his whore of a mother. The former who got the latter killed in a drunk car accident of all things.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Why would I want to know anything about my worthless father, who was just a drunk and a whoremonger? A man who got the whore that gave birth to me killed when he was driving around drunk and high? I do not want to talk about either of those pieces of scum!" Harry shouted angrily.[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Just get out of my fucking way already!” Harry growled. Giving the Giant man a harsh shove. Not really expecting him to move as much as a single step, he was surprised when the Giant man was forced away several steps. Not questioning what had just happened, Harry just slipped passed the stunned man and started sprinting. If he was lucky, he could still be on time.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman, serif]“POTTER! You’re late! Don’t let it happen again, you get me?”[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Yhea, yhea." Harry said with a sneer. "So why are you down here with the common rabble this time, uncle?" Harry sneered. "Did you fire your latest secretary again, because she got tired of having to suck that tiny cock of yours?" His uncle just gaped at him at the insult and got terribly red and angry.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Oh, no, please don't get angry at me uncle." Harry said in a deadpan voice. "You might have a terrible accident like what happened to my dear auntie, if you remember?" Vernon immediately paled at the not so subtle threat.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Why don't you go and take your fat ass back upstairs? Don't take the elevator though, because it might... Malfunction because of that overweight of yours. You never know. I would be so sad, if I had to take that life insurance of yours. Money is only a pale comparison if you lost family, don't you think?"[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Giving his uncle a nod, Harry walked inside, knowing that the man would be trying to figure out if he should be taking the elevator and risk it malfunctioning or if he should take the stairs.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Valentine?" Harry asked, knowing that the man would be around.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Sir?"[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"If my dear uncle takes the elevator, make sure that it gets stuck or acts unusually, would you? Then drop him off at the floor above this one."[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"As you wish."[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Nodding to himself, Harry walked further into the building and into the restricted engineering section. Harry knew that his uncle wouldn't be able to do anything him. Harry was far too good at what he did. Besides that, Harry was more than wealthy enough to be out on his own, even if he was just eleven. He wasn't known as one of the smartest people currently alive for no reason after all. Harry was a very good engineer. Anything mechanical and electronical... It just came alive when he was working with it. Of course, the fact that Harry owned forty nine percent of the company had probably something to do with it as well.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]That, and Harry was very popular amongst the workers because he rarely fired people to save money. He also didn't hesitate to do some of the work himself. Off course, his current project was one of the most ambitious things he had ever created.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Jackson! How’s my baby doing today?” Harry shouted, as he entered the restricted part of the garage. Harry expected to hear the usual report, in a very enthusiastic and excited way, but instead of hearing that, Jackson looked nervous.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Jackson? What happened?" Harry asked with a frown. Taking a look at his baby, he realized that there shouldn't be any smoke at all. His baby wasn't ready to be activated yet for longer than ten seconds. The smoke indicated that parts had burned out.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Jackson? Why is my baby smoking?"[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]The man gulped but answered. "Because we activated her for a full thirty seconds. Sir."[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"I see. And how many times have I told you not to try and activate her systems without me being present?” Harry demanded sharply. “I’ve not told you once, not told you twice, hell, I’m sure I haven’t even told you less than a dozen times! She isn't ready to be active for more than ten seconds and even that would be pushing it! Not only that, but I've made it crystal clear that I had to be present if you wanted to do a test. So, if you want to keep your damn job, you better have a very good reason for activating her for THIRTY FUCKING SECONDS!" Harry shouted the last three words.[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Mr Dursley ordered me sir.” Jackson admitted. “Said he would fire me on the spot if I didn’t comply.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I see.” Harry said quietly. Turning around, he looked at one of the other engineers, who was technically below Jackson but would still have been needed to activate his baby in the first place.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Miss Frye. What was your advice towards mister Jackson here? Did you remind him that I wouldn't let my uncle fire him? Or if he did, that I would simply rehire him again?"[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]"I… ehm…” Evie Frye stuttered.[/font][font=Times New Roman, serif] Guessing that she didn’t want to get her colleague and secret crush, into trouble, Harry sighed deeply. How he regretted it sometimes that he was a sucker for romantic stuff.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Unless Mister Jackson just lied to my face, he won’t be fired, nor would he face any other consequences.” Harry reassured her. Turning back towards the man, he gave him a very firm loo.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"Well, mister Jackson? Did you lie to me? If you admit to the lie now, I will only dock pay instead of firing your ass if I find out you lied later. Because you should know that I absolutely HATE liars.[/font][font=Times New Roman, serif]”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“No sir.” Mister Jackson said firmly. “I did not lie to you. Mister Dursley really did order me to activate her.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Miss Frye?” Harry prompted. When she still refused to answer, Harry got a bit worried.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Evie? What’s wrong?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Mister Potter…” Evie began quietly. “I think… Your uncle was acting weird. Really weird. He was acting so much out of character that if I didn’t know any better, I would swear he was under some sort of spell. Or something.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Uhuh.” Harry deadpanned.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“It’s true, sir.” Mister Jackson added nervously. “The orders he gave would have destroyed your project completely if we hadn’t known her limitations so well, so we could compensate for it, it could have destroyed her instead of damaging her like this.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I see.” Harry said quietly. “Alright, then EVERYBODY. OUT. Out, right this moment. I want this place sealed tighter than an eighteen hundred's virgin’s pussy. Highest level of security. It seems I need to have talk with my uncle.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Ezio! Do we have enough emergency money to buy out a controlling share of the company?"[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“We do, but only barely sir.” Ezio confirmed. “We would need to keep our expenses to an absolute minimum for oh about…” The man paused. “A total of a single workday.” The man concluded with a wide grin.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Wait, what?” Harry said with a startled frown.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“You told me to manage the financial aspect for you, correct?” Ezio asked with a wide grin.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I did.” Harry agreed. “I never regretted it for a second.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I made a few… Investments, over the last couple of years. Small key, usually and I always made sure that if worst came to worst, that I could pay it back from my own pocket. However, I never needed to do that, because as it happens, I’m VERY good at what I do.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“But when I asked you, how we were doing, you always told me that-"[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“We needed to be careful, yes I know.” Ezio agreed. “That was because I wanted to surprise you.” Ezio said.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Mister Potter… Harry. You had faith in me when nobody else did. You gave me a chance. Took a massive risk in trusting someone who was a virtual stranger when you realized I was good with money. When I realized that your uncle would do something stupid, sooner or later, I knew that at some point, you would want to buy a controlling share of the company, so you could throw that ass out.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I see.” Harry answered. “I’ll make a show of chewing you out for hiding this from me, another time. Now, please buy the-"[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I already did. You are now the owner of the company.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I see.” Harry said with a wide grin.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Erica?” Harry asked.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Sir?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Have you kept an eye on my uncle’s expenses like I asked you to?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I did sir.” Erica agreed.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“And?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I can drop an anonymous tip at the police in five minutes flat, along with sufficient evidence to ruin his reputation for life.” Erica said with a vicious grin.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Bobby? What about public relations?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I have several media contacts that owe me a favor and with just a single call, they’ll make you appear to be the victim. If you do a special action for a limited time, when that other project you’re working on is released, this’ll be yesterday news before the day ends.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Good.” Harry said with appreciation.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Alright, everyone, it seems that operation ‘kick Vernon Dursley to the curb is ready to be initiated. SECURITY! Escort my uncle out and make sure he has nothing on him that’s property of the company. Seize his assets and everything else he owns. Though, let him keep the clothes on his back. We don't need to traumatize anyone by letting anyone see the man's pathetic equipment.”[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]Immediately after giving those orders, the place was like a beehive, but the garage where his baby was resting, was still sealed tight.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Harry had walked into his office and through the camera systems, Harry watched as his uncle raged, screamed shouted all sorts of threats. [/font][font=Times New Roman, serif]Every word would be recorded by their security equipment and his legal department would make sure that everything he said would be used against him.Ten minutes later, Vernon Dursley had been escorted out of the building with plenty of police officers waiting for him.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Valentine?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Sir?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Did you plant the evidence?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I did sir. I triple checked everything and then quadruple checked everything again, just to make sure."[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Good.” Harry acknowledged.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Now, please make yourself scarce along with a well-deserved bonus.” There was no reply, but then, Harry knew there wouldn’t be.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]Harry then approached the sealed space, entered his personal codes that would allow him and only him entry. It would take him several hours of hard work to undo the huge amount of damage that his uncle’s orders had caused, but Harry knew that they would catch up again, eventually. Part of him wondered what had made his uncle act like he had. The man had a temper and was prone to do stupid things. But it wasn't like him to potentially damage his own company like that.[/font]


[font=Times New Roman, serif]X[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Elsewhere…[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]“What do you mean, he didn’t know what you were talking about?” An older man demanded. This man had a beard long enough to make you question how he didn’t trip over it, but he radiated a sense of authority and power that would make you think twice before even thinking something mildly negative about him. This man was simply known as headmaster. Though, most people referred to him as Albus Dumbledore, but that wasn’t his real name. Names, and especially true names had power. You only shared your true name with those you trusted with your life. Because knowing someone’s true name gave you considerable power over that person.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Accused me of using drugs or being drunk. I told him I hadn’t touched a drop since I woke up on Monday and that I’m terribly allergic to-"[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Yes, yes, I know.” Dumbledore dismissed. “We both know you’re only allergic on a technicality because for you to feel any effect, you would have to take enough that it would kill a normal hum a hundred times over by overdose. And you’re too lazy to take over a hundred pills to experience a high, you could get with far less effort."[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Now… What did he do? Because, you wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t evaded you in some way. Which is unusual by itself."[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“…”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Well?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“He pushed me sir.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“So?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I moved.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“You… Wait, what?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Well, I didn’t as much move as I stumbled. I was surprised, but he made me lose my focus, the illusion ward stone got damaged and I had to do some serious damage control to make sure the muggles didn’t pay me much attention. By the time I looked back, he was gone. I tracked him but…”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“But?” Albus prompted.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“The building was owned by Troika, sir. Mister Potter went inside and instead of stopping him, it seems they let him in.”[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Albus just stared at the Giant of a man and if it hadn’t been for his centuries worth of experience, he would’ve let it show on his face.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Then it seems I must pay mister Potter a visit, personally.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Sir?!” The Giant protested. “You hate having to-"[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Yes, I know.” Albus said with a sigh.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“The minister will whine like a little bitch as well, because of all the paperwork I’ll cause him by my unauthorized entry of the muggle world.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“You make electronics go BOOM in glorious explosions. Sir.” The Giant reminded him.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Yes, and that’s why I wear those thrice be damned bracelets. Just go and tell the keepers to prepare the highest level training grounds and to be ready to activate the Alpha level wards. I’ll need to blow off some steam when I get back." So saying, the man reluctantly placed three bracelets on his arm, which activated immediately and reduced the power the man radiated by more than ninety percent.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]The man's appearance had changes as well. Where he had once been an old man, he now appeared to be a man in the prime of his life. It was weird how magic worked sometimes...[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]X[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Troika Engineering, restricted garage[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]18.00 hours[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]Harry put his tools away with a satisfied sigh.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Mister Jackson?” He called.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“Sir?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“It seems you made a fortunate mistake.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“A mistake sir?” Mister Jackson repeated with a frown. “How so?”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“You misjudged the damage by a factor of ten. I estimate I’ll only need the entirety of tomorrow before I got this beauty back where it was.”[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“But…” Mister Jackson said with a frown.[/font]



[font=Times New Roman, serif]“I’ll be right back.” He said, and then he left to enter his office. Harry heard the printer activate and several cabinets open and close. Then, the man was hurrying back, and was reviewing the documents he had just printed. As he was walking back, mister Jackson stopped halfway when he realized something was different.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"This... This is wrong." The man said with a confused frown.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]Harry, having walked towards the man, frowned. "What do you mean?"[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"I... I'm certain, that there was more damage then this. I watched several parts go red from overheating!" Mister Jackson insisted.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman, serif]"But... Maybe I did make a mistake? These papers don't lie after all." The man said to himself.[/font]
[font=Times New Roman, serif]End[/font]
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[quote author=undefined]Who can find the cameo references to other fandoms? They just popped up and wasn't really intended.[/quote]
Wat denk je van de verbeterde versie?
Ik heb gisteren nog erover zitten denken en ik kan nu al verschillende dingen bedenken hoe ik er 'realistisch' abdl elementen in kan mengen. Niet dat dit per se MOET, maar als er mensen zijn die dit graag willen...​
Kingdark​
 

Kingdark

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Kingdark: Hier beneden zijn enkele notes en ideeën die ik misschien zou gebruiken voor het verhaal.​
Magic users live far longer than 'muggles' Having natural lifespans of several centuries. Living up to five hundred years isn't unusual. It is for that reason that the education at Hogwarts doesn't take years, instead it'll take decades. Like said above, living to be five hundred isn't unusual and you can increase that age even further by living a healthy life and using potions or rituals to keep yourself alive.

When magic users enter Hogwarts, they enter a binding magical contract, that the magic of Hogwarts will regress their physical appearance to roughly six years old. This is to make caring for them easier. They will very slowly age to an age of eleven year old at which point they would celebrate their first century.

1 century = ten year old physically / appearance.

At this point two things will happen at some point in the future. They will hit puberty relatively soon and they will hit a 'magical puberty' as well, which will begin to rapidly age them to having the physical age of a seventeen year old. The magic of Hogwarts and it's many staff will take care of their every need, but they are expected to start 'earning' their keep with various chores, of which there are many.

Students will still be in touch with their parents and family of course, being allowed to visit them in weekends or being allowed to be visited.

It is because magic users have lifespans counting centuries instead of decades, that eleven year old is still considered to be very young. Young enough that they aren't ready yet to be toilet trained and where them wearing diapers is considered normal and required both during the day and during the night. Because it's been tried many, many times to let them not wear diapers, but it always, always resulted in soiled pants, humiliation, tears and tantrums. Not necessarily in that order.

In the event a child enters Hogwarts that was raised in the muggle world, they are often 'fully' toilet trained in the beginning, but upon entering Hogwarts, for reasons that are not yet understood, their toilet training is guaranteed to be utterly removed. This means that it is the muggleborn who throw the most tantrums and shout and yell that they aren't baby's and don't wear diapers and that's why they are considered to be weird. Because they always claim that they don't need diapers, but have the most accidents, they don't need to be clothed, but they never put their clothes on right, don't need to be bathed, but they don't wash up properly and don't need to be fed, but make the biggest messes during dinner time.

Sexual maturity or puberty: When students enter Hogwarts, they are regressed to roughly six years old. They need about a century before they hit puberty. At their first century they look like they are ten years old. However, even though they 'regressed' to having a physical body of a six year old, it isn't entirely correct to call it that way. They essentially remain the same, but are 'shrunk' to looking like a six year old. This means that the males can still get erections but they can't ejaculate. Even if they could, all students are temporarily sterilized until they are given the antidote.

Sex, nudity and sexual orientation: It is because of the above, that it isn't unusual for students to experiment, or to have physical sex with each other. Males don't ejaculate sperm or semen though, but pure magic. It is a way to allow them to blow off steam. Nudity is considered to be 'normal' and nothing to be ashamed off.

Toilet training or no toilet training, every child is offered the choice to 'start off' with training pants and if they can keep it dry for the entirety of their first year, they would no longer need to wear the training pants. One accident would cause them to go back into diapers for the remainder of their time at Hogwarts.

But even if eleven year old's are considered to be very young, they are still expected to do homework and to earn their keep by doing chores.

Toys and games: The 'work load' first years (They are considered to be first years for seven years. But for every 'year' a letter is given to them. F1-A is a first year in their literal first year out of seven. F1-B is a first year in their second year out of seven.
I haven't decided yet if Harry will be fully toilet trained, if he was just a little bit late, or if he still has the ocasional wet bed during the night, or a wet pants during the day.​
So to summarize the idea I have so far...

Magic users have lifespans counting centuries. Upon starting Hogwarts they will be shrunk down or regressed to having a physical age of six years old. They will age back to having their original physical age when they hit their first century. Sex and nudity are very common but it is impossible for students younger than their first century to get pregnant. (They are sterilized until they graduate.)

Since magic users growing up in magical households know what to expect, they often don't even bother with toilet training yet. They also know what to expect and will find the reactions of 'muggleborn' to be amusing.
The one thing I am still uncertain about is how to 'convert' the ages. So if being eleven year old is considered to be young enough where them wearing diapers isn't at all unusual, I would say they could be no older than two or three years old at most. Three might actually be a bit generous since my niece is toilet trained and she's three years old.​
I'm also uncertain how long to 'keep' them in diapers. Your thoughts on this are appreciated. I got the idea of eleven being the equivalent of a 'baby' from this story:Story that inspired me
Let me know what you think.
 
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