Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... that damn prophecy may very well have doomed us all, headmaster, because you had thirteen years to fix the problem. But you were too busy with your plotting and your schemes, and letting the real Death Eaters go while my godfather sat in Azkaban waiting for a trial that would never come." Turning on his heel, Harry headed towards the door, before he completely lost it and hexed the old man. "Mr. Potter!" Dumbledore called out. Though he didn't turn around, Harry felt the surge of magic from behind him, and knew the headmaster was trying to keep the door from opening for him. However, he failed to account for the fact that Harry was Gryffindor's heir, and therefore, the castle would respond to him above even the headmaster. He threw open the door and quickly made his way down the spiral staircase. He knew without asking that Ginny was on her way to meet him, and he knew she would know where he was heading, so he just headed towards his guardian's office. Ginny caught up to him as he turned down the hallway to the office, and together, they walked the last few steps to the door. Harry knocked, and on hearing Minerva's "Enter!" walked inside. Minerva looked up and frowned, seeing the couple there. Ginny closed the door behind them, and then waited for Harry to speak. He did so a moment later, grimacing. "I think I might have gone a little too far," he admitted sheepishly. Minerva furrowed her brow. "What happened, Harry?" Harry sighed. "Dumbledore asked to speak with me ...

... today. He wanted me to get close to Slughorn for some reason, and then wouldn't tell me why. I kind of went off on him, and told him he had no right to expect me to just follow his orders. I think I also might have said something about treating us as chess pieces. And there may have been something about keeping my friends close and my enemies closer." Minerva looked like she wanted to laugh, but was carefully keeping her expression neutral. Ginny had no qualms about letting out a snort at Harry's words. "Nice," she chuckled. "You're going to have to show me that memory later. I want to see the look on the old man's face again." Minerva smiled slightly, secretly hoping Harry would show her the memory as well. That might feel almost as good as when she had slapped the old man last June. "What I don't understand is why Dumbledore made the request in the first place," Harry commented. "What's his end game?" Minerva frowned and Ginny furrowed her brow in thought. "He didn't give you any sort of reason," she said. It wasn't a question, since she had heard the whole thing, but Harry still shook his head, for Minerva's benefit. "When I asked why, he just said it wasn't important, and that he thought I could benefit from getting to know Slughorn better." Minerva bit her lip. "He must have a reason. Perhaps you should do as he says, just to see if you can figure out why. Don't tell Albus anything you learn, but it might be smart to try and figure out what his goal is." Ginny nodded, but ...