Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... understanding. "Can you give us a way to go there and check it out?" he queried. Sharptooth shook his head regretfully. "Unfortunately, the castle was abandoned long before I became the Potter account manager. There is a possibility that, somewhere in the Potter or Gryffindor Vaults, there are instructions or a way to visit the castle, but I am sorry to say that I cannot help you." Harry smiled his understanding and handed back the parchment, which detailed what looked to be a rather comfortable home, though he was certain it must have changed in the last few generations since it had been inhabited. "That's all right, Sharptooth, thank you for telling me about the castle." Sharptooth inclined his head, relieved that Harry understood his inability to help. "Was there anything else I can help you with, before you go down to your vault?" Harry and Sirius looked at each other, before Harry leaned forward. "I was wondering if it would be possible to see the Gryffindor Vault today." Sharptooth nodded his agreement, and rang a bell. Urg once more returned to the room, and the Goblin manager barked out his order. "Take Mr. Potter and his guardians to Vault Thirteen." Urg nodded, hiding his surprise, as he led the trio of magicals to the carts, and down into the catacombs. No one had visited any of the founding vaults in decades, if not more. They went much deeper than anyone had been in a very long time, twisting and turning so much that Harry knew he would never be able to find ...

... his way back out again, before coming to a stop in front of a rather impressive looking door. There was no keyhole, Harry noticed, stepping out of the cart. Urg nodded at the lifelike carving of the griffin that was sitting at chest height. "Place your hand onto the carving. If you are accepted as the true heir, the door will open." Harry gulped. "And if I'm not accepted?" Urg's grin was not at all reassuring. Harry took a deep breath, before he placed his hand on the door. He felt something stir within him, similar to when his bond with Ginny had formed, but not quite the same. The griffin carving began to glow softly, and a moment later, the door simply melted away, and Harry was left gaping at what was in front of him. He walked forward, almost in a daze. He barely noticed Urg stopping his guardians, explaining that only a direct blood relation could enter these vaults, and they would need to wait outside. Harry wandered around for a few moments, studying the objects in the vault, rather than the piles of gold, silver, and bronze. He read a few titles of books he was fairly certain weren't in print anymore, admired the weaponry hanging decoratively along one wall, and the jewelry cases along the other. In one case he noticed a single ring, lying on a velvet pillow. It had a thick gold band, and what looked to be the same crest that he had just seen on the vault door. On a red backdrop, there was a majestic looking griffin, rearing up on two legs, its wings unfurled as if it ...