Harry Potter Promise NR.4 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.4

... Against the Dark Arts was interesting, to say the least. Moody seemed quite a bit off his rocker, in Harry's opinion, though he couldn't dispute the man's record. The worst part was when he showed them the three Unforgivable curses. Harry felt sick at seeing the spider keel over with a flash of green light, but his eyes were more drawn towards Neville as Moody used the Cruciatus curse. He could see the pain and anguish in the boy's gaze, and was dragging his friend out of the room as soon as class was over, with a look that stopped Hermione and Ron from following. Hermione just nodded, silently telling him they'd see them back in the common room later, and she'd bring his bag. Harry led Neville towards the lavatory, where he employed his newly learned skills to lock the door to prevent anyone from entering. Once there, he just settled back and waited. It only took a few minutes before Neville broke down, tears streaming down as he once more heard his worst nightmares. As he had only been a year old, he didn't really think what he saw in his dreams was true, but it was still horrible. Harry offered himself up for an embrace, and just held on as Neville cried himself dry. When he was calmer, Harry stepped back and leaned against the wall. He contemplated the sinks as he commented offhandedly, "You know, I have this dream sometimes, where I can hear Voldemort laughing. He's telling my mum to step aside, but she refuses, so there's this flash of green light, and then everything ...

... goes black. I've had variations of this dream since before I knew about magic, so I think it's my memories of that night." He looked over at Neville, who was listening intently. "My point is, Neville, we may have been young, but that doesn't mean we don't remember. You were there when your parents were tortured, right?" Neville nodded, sniffling. "Gran always said it was just my memory filling in gaps, and it wasn't real. But it was, wasn't it?" Harry reached out to pat his shoulder. "We've seen true horrors others couldn't even dream about. Why do you think the Dementors affect me so much? But we don't have to let it rule us, Nev. Our future is all ours. We owe it to our parents to be the best we can be, and to work as hard as we can, so that we don't end up the same way. I realize that sounds harsh, but Sirius and I had a lot of really good talks this summer. He told me that my parents wouldn't want to see me before they had had a chance to look down on their grandchildren and great grandchildren, so I better work hard to avoid joining them too early." Neville chuckled weakly, but nodded again, this time more firmly. "You're right," he said. "I want my parents to be proud of me, but really, they're not here. I shouldn't be trying to please them. I shouldn't keep dwelling on it, and how I'm not like my dad. I want to keep up the dueling practice Sirius and Remus were teaching us. Could we continue?" Harry grinned his agreement, and the two of them left the loo, Harry walking ...