Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... find some time to work on developing their wandless magic abilities. They spent several weekends and free periods in empty classrooms, while the others were in the Room of Requirement. Their successes paid off, as they found that with more practice, it became easier to cast spells without their wands. After several weeks of effort, Harry was able to cast most charms, hexes, jinxes, and curses through the fourth year curriculum, and was on his way to mastering fifth year as well. Ginny was right behind him, and though her spells were a little weaker without her wand, the difference was minimal. As they rested after an intense magical workout a couple weeks into January, Harry brought up an observation he had been cultivating, concerning their wandless practice. "Have you thought about the limits to this ability?" he asked Ginny curiously. Ginny looked over at him and shook her head. "I'm just ecstatic that it's even possible, but something tells me you have," she commented dryly. Harry shrugged. "Once we got the actual casting part down, it really wasn't that hard to work our way through most of the curriculum. Which leads me to wonder where it ends." When he didn't continue, Ginny leaned forward and nudged his hand. "What are you thinking in that brilliant mind of yours?" she asked. Harry shifted in his seat. "Theoretically, I think there are probably very few spells we can't cast without a wand. I mean, most of them require the same sort of concentration to cast. With or ...

... without a wand, it's not that different. The only ones I think won't be possible are the emotion-based ones. The Unforgivables. The Patronus Charm. You know, spells like that, that require intense hate, or joy." Ginny nodded understandingly. "That makes sense," she replied. "If those spells are too powerful or too intense, it would be logical that they would need a wand to work." Harry was about to reply, when a doe Patronus interrupted their conversation. He frowned, curious as to the shape the misty creature took; after all, his mother's animagus form had been a doe. The Patronus looked at Harry, and spoke with their Defense professor's voice. "Tonight, after curfew. Don't get caught." The doe dissolved and Harry and Ginny looked at each other. "So Dumbledore will be gone tonight," Harry commented idly. Ginny nodded, as they stood up to go meet up with their friends for supper. We'll take the Invisibility Cloak with us. We sneak out at curfew. We wait for someone to enter the common room, and then we leave. No one will see us. Harry inclined his head in agreement. How do you think they'll take it? Ginny sighed mentally. They'll probably be upset that we didn't tell them before now. Harry winced. Yeah, he agreed ruefully. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. And we went to Snape. Hopefully they'll see that he was the logical choice, with his knowledge of the Dark Arts. And they can't deny what we've learned. What we've discovered. He squeezed Ginny's hand tightly. ...