Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... opportunity to question him. He told them about Kreacher's story, and was glad now that Amelia was there to comfort Sirius, as he learned just how his brother had died. "Reg," Sirius whispered, his eyes overly bright. Amelia reached over and gave him a hug. After a few minutes, when he felt he had himself more under control, Sirius pulled away and looked back at Harry. "So Kreacher gave you proof? He gave you the locket?" Harry nodded and pulled out the gaudy locket, setting it on the table and looking at it distastefully. "I keep it in a box in one of the compartments in my trunk that only I can access. There's a whole bunch of protective charms on it, to keep anyone who might find it out." They all looked warily at the piece of jewelry. All of them could feel the evil radiating off of the thing. "How do we destroy it?" Minerva asked softly. Harry, Ginny, and Snape shared a look, before Harry spoke. "In order to destroy a horcrux, you have to damage it beyond even magical repair. From what we researched, the two most reliable ways to do it are basilisk venom or Fiendfyre." The three of them shared another look. "Personally, I'd rather go with the venom." Sirius snorted, thinking about the alternative. Fiendfyre was ruthless, eating up everything in its path without thought or care for anything – or anyone – that got in its way. "And where exactly do you expect to find a supply of basilisk venom?" Amelia asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry glanced at Ginny again, and she nodded. ...

... But it was Minerva who replied, her eyes almost comically wide as she absorbed the implications of this meeting. "You stabbed the basilisk with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. The sword is Goblin made, therefore, it now holds all the traits and characteristics of the venom." Harry nodded, smiling slightly. "The sword is mine by right as Gryffindor's heir, but Dumbledore would notice if it suddenly disappeared from his office. Our plan was to ask Sharptooth for some help, and get a forgery to switch. The theory is that he'll never know." Sirius prodded the necklace warily with one finger. "So once we destroy this thing… Voldemort will be mortal?" Once more, Harry and Ginny looked at each other. Sirius groaned. "There's more?" Harry sighed. "Voldemort is a megalomaniac. He's a narcissist with a serious fear of dying. Do you see him making just one of these things?" "No," Sirius replied with a shake of his head. "How many?" "We don't know," Ginny replied succinctly. "We're still looking into it. We just thought that you all should know what we've learned. We can't do this alone," she looked at Harry. Minerva nodded. "I'm glad you brought us into the fold, though I certainly am not happy that you've done all this sneaking around. I do understand, though," she held up a hand when Harry looked about to interrupt. "This is about bringing about the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And though it seems an impossible task, I do realize just what you've accomplished." She looked at ...