Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... as well. But horcruxes aren't like human beings, at least not whole ones. For example," he looked at Hermione, knowing that she was the most intrigued by his explanation, "I could take the Sword of Gryffindor and run you through, and your soul would be completely intact." "That's reassuring," Ron snorted. Hermone looked at her boyfriend. "I think it should be," she shot back. "Our souls are completely whole, Ron. They are our own. Voldemort can't claim that, can he. With each object we destroy, we bring him one step closer to death." She looked back at Harry. "What do you need from us?" Harry smiled slightly. "Ginny and I have come up with what we think is a pretty good plan. There are several angles we need to address, so we thought that splitting up into teams would be best. Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Daphne, you should research where Voldemort may have hidden these objects. Neville, Susan, and Luna can try and learn more about Voldemort's past. If it helps, his real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. And Ginny and I will keep trying to figure out what the objects are and how many he made." "Give us an easy task why don't you," Ron groused, but his eyes were alight with the challenge. Harry snorted. "Yeah, I know it's not going to be easy. I've thought a little about it, and I think Voldemort would have used places of significance. He wouldn't have just stuck his horcruxes anywhere. He would have wanted their location to be as symbolic as they are. So start there. I know it's not ...

... much, but it's an idea." Hermione nodded. "We'll figure this out, Harry. I have faith that all of us together can end this." Harry smiled widely. "Together we're stronger," he said, glancing at Ginny. "We're a team." Ginny reached out and grasped his hand. "Exactly," she replied firmly. "We work together, and we end this." The weight of responsibility settled over them, before Neville coughed, clearing his throat. "Where can we find information on Voldemort?" he asked curiously. "I mean, I know we could look through old Prophet articles, but that would really just tell us about the horrible things he's done. We need to find out how he grew up." Susan shivered. "That's just creepy, thinking about Voldemort as a teenager." Even Luna shuddered at the image. Harry bit his lip. "Well, we know Riddle went to Hogwarts. There has to be a record room in the castle somewhere. I can't give you much more than his name, and the fact that his father was a muggle." He glanced at Ginny briefly. "I know I should be thankful and all, but what is it with evil bastards and their monologues when it would be so much more practical for them to just kill me and be done with it?" Ron, Neville, and Blaise laughed weakly, but the girls looked horrified. Harry shrugged. "Sorry," he said, though he didn't really sound it. "Just an errant thought." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Anyway, we'll keep each other updated with anything we learn. Professors McGonagall and Snape, along with Sirius and Amelia, know about all ...