Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... being so… nice? Harry grimaced internally. Aunt Minerva says it's because I was respectful to them, so they're returning the favor. I'm also a rather wealthy client for them, so it's in their best interests. As for the rest, well, I just thought it makes sense to know their names and be courteous to them, and I said so. Griphook was totally surprised that I remembered his name four years later. It just annoys me, that witches and wizards can be so uncaring. The Goblins see to our entire financial system, why don't people think they should at least show them the barest of common courtesies? Ginny was surprised, but very proud, as she agreed. I understand, it is wrong. Growing up in the magical world, I guess I never really realized just how bad it is, the way Goblins and other creatures are looked down upon. It always just 'was', and I never thought about it. The Weasleys aren't exactly big clients for them, but that doesn't mean we can't be respectful. They arrived at Sharptooth's office, and Hodrod knocked. "Enter," came the gravelly voice inside, so the Goblin opened the door with a slight bow. Harry smiled. "Thank you, Hodrod," he said, stepping inside. Ginny followed suit. "Thank you for your assistance." Hodrod nodded, his bow deepening slightly, as the redhead smiled brilliantly at him. Thinking about the strange couple, the Goblin made his way back to the lobby to see to some less courteous guests. Witches and wizards like those two children were rare, after all, he ...

... mused as he took his seat behind the teller's desk and painted on a sneer as yet another wizard demanded to be taken to his vault. XXX Sharptooth looked up and studied the couple that entered his office. Harry was leading a young witch with bright red hair. He knew immediately who she was; after all it was his job to know his client. He observed the nervousness the two displayed, and gave them a light smile. "How can I be of service today, Harry?" Harry sat down, gesturing for Ginny to do the same, before he spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't make an appointment, Sharptooth, but I… we, wanted to ask you about something rather delicate." Sharptooth's smile widened, and he nodded understandingly. "You want to know about the bond." Ginny reared back, but Harry just sighed. "So you do know," he said quietly. Sharptooth nodded again. "It is not something that is readily visible to most, but those with the ability, can see it – Veela, phoenixes, centaurs, unicorns… and Goblins. With the two of you in here, together, it would be impossible for me to miss." Harry bit his lip. "Can you tell us what it means?" Sharptooth shifted in his seat. "Basically, the two of you are considered married by those who can sense the bond. Under the Old Laws, you both received your emancipation the moment the bond was enacted, though I can tell that it hasn't been completed yet. You are entitled to the full Potter inheritance, and Mrs. Potter should be added to the list of those permitted access to your Family ...