Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... few months. "Have any of you ever heard of a horcrux?" Minerva and Amelia looked confused, but Sirius paled significantly at the word, his eyes widening. "How did you learn that word?" he asked, his voice harsh as he stared at his godson. Harry glanced at Snape, and catching the act, Sirius turned his glare to his former rival. Snape returned the look with a glare of his own, and Harry shook his head, sighing. "Ginny and I brought the idea to Professor Snape, Sirius." They all turned back to him, though Amelia and Minerva were still feeling very confused. "Last May, Ginny and I began to wonder about a few things. Like how Voldemort survived that Halloween." Sirius paled at the implications. "You mean… He…" He trailed off, seemingly not having the words to go on. "Can someone tell us what the bloody hell you're talking about?" Amelia asked archly, leveling a not quite glare at her husband. Harry bit his lip, and started at the beginning. "I'm not really sure how we came up with the theory –" "You. You came up with the theory," Ginny cut in. "I just agreed with you." Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at his girlfriend. "Fine, a few months ago, I remembered the diary, you know, the whole Chamber incident?" Minerva grimaced, remembering the fear, finding out that three of her Lions had gone missing, and the utterly exhausting relief and horror at seeing them walk into her office, covered in dirt and blood. "What about the diary?" she asked with forced calmness. Harry took ...

... another breath. "We brought –" on Ginny's cough, he amended his statement, "I brought my thoughts to Professor Snape. We talked about the possibility of it being more than just a memory. Professor Snape did some research, and came back with the possibility of it being a horcrux." "But what is a horcrux?" Amelia asked, exasperated. Harry's lips twitched slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. "Simply put, a horcrux is an object in which someone imprisons a portion of their soul. While the horcrux exists, they cannot die." "Oh Merlin," Amelia breathed, while Minerva's complexion took on an ashy tone. "This diary was a horcrux?" Sirius asked in a hushed whisper. Harry nodded grimly. "That's what we believe. It was all just theory and speculation, until a couple weeks ago." He hesitated, and Ginny's hand found his, squeezing tightly. Harry bit his lip. "A few days after Christmas, we found an opportunity to check out the Black library. Everyone else was busy, so we knew nobody would miss us for a few hours." Sirius' eyes narrowed. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was, Harry? Many of those books are cursed, there was a reason I told you not to go in there." Harry nodded contritely. "I know, but we thought your family's library would bear more fruit than the Hogwarts one, or the Potter one. And I could sense which ones were cursed; we avoided those." They looked intrigued by the idea that Harry could sense the magic in the books, but the sixth year didn't give them an ...