Harry Potter Promise NR.3 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.3

... a while, as his employers, Gringotts bank, had need of his services in country. Charlie didn't have to be back on the dragon reserve until the first week in September, so he would be able to see his younger siblings off to school. More Quidditch games were played, and all the Weasley brothers complimented their sister's skills. Hermione had gone back to her home, but promised to see them at the Alley. They had received confirmation from both Susan and Neville, that they would also meet them on the morning of the twenty-fourth. That morning dawned clear, without a cloud in the sky, and Molly had quite a large bunch wrangled in the sitting room, ready to depart. Percy had begged off, as he had finally found a flat to rent, and would be busy settling in. Minerva was waiting in a corner at the Leaky Cauldron, a large dog sitting next to her looking decidedly smug. She greeted them all, before telling Harry that they needed to get to Gringotts for their meeting, and making plans to meet up with the rest of them in a few hours at Florean Fortescues, though she wasn't sure how long their appointment would take. XXX Harry waited nervously in the line at the bank. He didn't know why Sirius was there, and he worried that someone would recognize him somehow. He also wasn't sure what would happen at this meeting. Finally, it was their turn, and Harry stepped up to the teller. "Good morning," he greeted courteously. "My name is Harry Potter, and I have an appointment with my manager." ...

... The goblin, Crushaxe, peered over the counter suspiciously. Evidently, he couldn't find any sense of falsehood, because he just nodded, and gestured another goblin forward. He was about to speak, when Harry greeted the newcomer. "It's Griphook, right? Nice to see you again," Harry grinned. Both goblins looked taken aback, and Griphook let out a toothy grin. "You as well, Mr. Potter. I must admit to some surprise that you remember me." Harry shrugged. "It only seems fair, right? I mean, you take care of our finances and business, and you know who we are, why shouldn't we return the favor?" Griphook nodded thoughtfully, and led Harry and a beaming Minerva and oddly grinning black dog down a side hall. Unknowingly, Harry had done more for Goblin–Wizard relations in one meeting than the Ministry had done in the last hundred years. XXX Sharptooth looked up as his client entered, leading the Transfiguration professor from Hogwarts, and a large black dog. Once they were alone, he set down the document he was reviewing, and nodded. "Welcome, Mr. Potter. As I told you in my response to your request, this meeting should have happened several years ago. I am quite interested to figure out why it did not." He gave the teenager a severe look, and Harry swallowed, remaining polite as he replied, "I'm afraid I had no idea I even had an account manager, Mr. Sharptooth. Until this summer, I thought the only vault I owned here was my trust vault. I was… recently informed that the Potter Family ...