Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... ear and an eye out for any company. The house should be empty, but it was used as a way station of sorts for Dumbledore's Order, so there was a possibility of someone showing up. Make sure you're careful around these books, he cautioned as they entered the massive room. Sirius said that some of them have curses on them, and some are just plain evil. Ginny nodded, and they began to wander through the shelves together, not wanting to separate in such a heavy and oppressive place. It was like they could feel the evilness of the books whispering at them, trying to lure them closer. After almost half an hour of searching, they settled at a table with half a dozen books that looked promising. Though they didn't know how to dispel the curses, Harry could sense which ones were trapped. He wasn't sure how, but some of them sent a shiver down his spine, and he just knew to avoid those ones. The ones that they had found dealt with methods of prolonging life, a few dark rituals, and the one Harry immediately started with, which spoke about soul magic. The day disappeared quickly as they poured over the books. Harry was captivated, and disgusted, by what he read, but what he learned certainly fit with what he knew of Voldemort. Harry looked up and caught Ginny's eye. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud crack that echoed around the room. He looked down at the space next to him, startled, to see an old house elf watching him distrustfully. He frowned; he vaguely ...

... remembered Kreacher from his stay here after Sirius had taken him away from his aunt and uncle's. The elf had always been muttering to himself, not making much sense beyond the insults to muggleborns and blood traitors. Still, he always tried to be polite to house elves, knowing that they had a lot of work to deal with, and not wanting to add to their burden. "Hello Kreacher," he said calmly, trying to sound neutral. Kreacher peered at him distrustfully. "Dirty godson of blood traitor master speaks. Kreacher wonders what he is doing here. Yes, Kreacher wonders what he is doing touching precious Black family books." Harry and Ginny looked at each other, before Harry set the book he had been reading down, and turning his complete attention to the house elf. "Kreacher, Ginny and I were researching for a private project. We really don't want anyone to know what we're looking for." Kreacher's eyes narrowed. "Filthy Potter boy speaks to Kreacher. He doesn't want Kreacher to say anything. Kreacher wonders why he should listen to filthy blood traitor." Harry grit his teeth, ignoring the insults. He just wanted the house elf to understand. "Kreacher, we're trying to find a way to end the war." Kreacher froze, his eyes widening as they looked at Harry. "Filthy Potter boy speaks the Dark Lord's name. Filthy Potter boy acts as if he knows how to complete such an act. But no one can know. Master Regulus failed. And Kreacher failed Master Regulus." He was nearly in tears by the end of his rant, ...