Harry Potter Promise NR.4 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.4

... various people stopping by to say hello. It confused Harry a bit, as he didn't really remember being this popular before, but Hermione just rolled her eyes when he voiced that thought. "Honestly, Harry, don't you see it? Your life has been splashed all over the Prophet, the last few days. Sirius has been freed, and publicly claimed you as his charge. That means that he's most likely made you his heir as well. You're now the heir of two Ancient and Noble Houses, which is rather unusual, though not unheard of. Plus, you've grown a lot over the summer. You're taller, and have more muscle, and without your glasses, you're… well, you're quite good looking." Hermione blushed a little, and Ron looked almost as uncomfortable as Harry. "There's also the fact that your other guardian is McGonagall. People may be sucking up to you in order to get on good terms with her." Harry just stared. "Blimey, people are mental," he groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head. The door opened again, and Harry's eyes snapped open, intending on giving a piece of his mind to whomever thought they could flatter their way into a friendship. He was pleasantly surprised when the intruder was discovered to be Cedric Diggory. The older boy grinned ruefully, and gave a small wave. "I just wanted to say hi, Harry. And to congratulate you on your godfather's release. My dad says it caused quite the stir in the Ministry." Harry nodded, grinning. "Thanks, Cedric," he replied. Cedric made small talk for a few ...

... more minutes, before he left to return to his own friends. The customary visit from Malfoy couldn't be skipped, of course. The young Malfoy heir seemed quite put out to have the Black lordship snatched away from him, and made his displeasure known with a bit of pouting, some threats about what his father would do, and, most intriguing, a hint of something occurring at Hogwarts that year. When the burr in their side had disappeared, Ron turned to look at the rest. "What do you suppose that was about?" he asked. Harry shrugged. "Aunt Minerva mentioned something," he admitted. "She didn't tell me what it was, and she made me swear not to say anything, but she told me there was going to be some sort of big contest or something this year." They all speculated as to what it could be, and the remaining trip passed by quickly. The moment Harry saw Hogwarts again, he felt the welcome rush of magic race across his skin. It was like the castle was welcoming him home. Which it might be, he thought with a start as he followed his friends out of the carriage. Now that he knew he was Gryffindor's heir, that comforting buzz made a little more sense. He had sworn Ginny to secrecy, and he hadn't told anyone else yet. He wanted to tell his friends, but he wasn't sure how they'd react. The sorting took forever, but Harry dutifully clapped every time they received a new Gryffindor, making a mental note of their names and faces, so that he could remember them later, and soon enough, Dumbledore was ...