Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... they had learned from Kreacher. When he was done, Snape sat back with an amazed sigh. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "We spend all this time researching and guessing, and this house elf comes in and has had the proof all these years." He rubbed a hand across his face. "I remember when Regulus joined up. He was only a few years younger than me. Just as quickly, he was gone. We weren't sure what had happened, but the rumor amongst Death Eaters was that he got cold feet and paid for it. That's all any of us knew." He pulled out his wand and ran it over the locket, muttering a few diagnostic spells. After several minutes, he looked back up. "It's evil," he said simply. "There's no specific scan for a horcrux, but I believe it to be one, just based on the wrongness coming off of the thing. And I have no idea how to destroy it." "I think I might," Harry said, pulling out the book on soul magic that he had found in the Black library. "This book talks about soul magic, but it has an emphasis on the darker side of the genre. It mentions horcruxes several times, and from what I can tell, there are only a few ways to destroy one. Fiendfyre, which I really don't fancy trying out, or basilisk venom, are two methods it mentions. Actually, it warns people of the dangers of those two substances, because they can destroy a horcrux." He looked at Ginny. "Ironically enough, I stumbled across the method for destroying the diary by pure accident." He shrugged. "I'm not sure why I decided to stab ...

... that diary with a basilisk fang, it was just instinct." Ginny leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm glad you reacted on your instincts then, Harry." "Yes, you do have good ones," Snape commented. "And you're right, Fiendfyre is not a safe method at all." "So basilisk venom then?" Harry asked, almost cheerfully. Snape glared at him, and then sighed and nodded. "It's safer, though not by much. If you had a cut on your hand and accidentally came into contact with the venom, you would die painfully in minutes." Harry hid a wince at the memory of the basilisk fang piercing his arm, and furrowed his brow in thought. An idea was niggling in the back of his mind. His eyes widened. "The sword is goblin made." Both Ginny and Snape were looking at him as if he had lost his mind. "Come again?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry spoke excitedly, trying to get them to understand. "Gryffindor's sword! It's goblin made. Goblin made blades only take on that which makes them stronger. It's why they never rust! Don't you get it? I stabbed a basilisk with it. Therefore –" "The sword is impregnated with basilisk venom!" Ginny finished, her own excitement matching Harry's. Snape coughed. "Only one problem." They looked at him. "How are you going to sneak the blade out of Dumbledore's office without him knowing?" Harry frowned. "That sword is mine by right. As Gryffindor's heir, I can claim it." Snape tilted his head to the side. He hadn't been aware of that piece of information, but ...