Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... able to get give us some sort of clue as to who it was?" Ron asked. "Only a handful of people knew this move was happening." Harry sighed. "They found listening spells set up. They were probably taken down and re-applied regularly, to avoid detection by the department. Unfortunately, this widens the pool of suspects slightly, though whoever did it did have to be aware of department policies and procedures." "And we really can't do much since we don't know who those suspects are," Ginny grimaced. Harry nodded. "Exactly. It'll be up to Sirius, Kingsley, Amelia, and the DMLE Head, Scrimgeour, to figure this one out. We've got enough problems of our own." The two of them shared a significant look, thinking about the locket and the horcruxes, but didn't elaborate to their friends, who all considered school duties, plus the insane homicidal maniac bent on killing Harry to be enough to worry about. They all settled down with reading materials for the rest of the trip; Harry shared with them the article about Sirius and Amelia's wedding, and they all commiserated over Harry and Susan's increased guard for the short walk from the Floo access to the Platform. It was dark as the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, and Harry and his friends, now all changed into their uniforms, headed to the thestral-drawn carriages and made their way up to the castle. Seeing the lights shining in welcome of the return of the students, Harry smiled. As much as he loved McGonagall Castle, he was glad to ...

... be returning to the first place he could ever remember calling home. _ _ _ Chapter 12 Hey guys, sorry this is so late in the day. I had so much stuff going on today, I completely forgot it was Saturday! It's really hard to go apartment hunting from 12 states away, plus car hunting, since thanks to the idiot who decided not to actually pay attention to what she was doing while driving, my car is totaled. Yeah, it's been a trying week. Anyway, enjoy! Disclaimer: don't own A few days after their return to school, Harry and Ginny once more found themselves outside Snape's private quarters. In his pocket, Harry had the locket Kreacher had given them. He didn't like holding it, because it made him feel dirty. He almost felt a sort of whispering coming from the piece of jewelry, and something in him wanted to respond. He had to stop himself from putting the locket on, and wondered if there was some sort of compelling charm on the infernal thing. He would be happy when they found a way to destroy it, once and for all. On Snape's "Enter," they walked in, and after closing the door, waited until the professor set up several privacy wards, before Harry pulled out the locket, the two teenagers taking a seat across the table from the older man. Snape frowned as he looked at the gaudy piece of jewelry. "What is this?" he asked, hesitant to actually touch the hideous thing. Even from across the table, he could sense the evil the necklace radiated. Taking a deep breath, Harry explained what ...