Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... lip. "In the meantime, how are you guys coming with your research on our… project?" They all looked at each other. "We might have a few things to talk about," Ron said, glancing at Hermione, who nodded her agreement. Harry smiled slightly. "Good. We'll meet this weekend, and discuss everything. For now, though, I've got a horrendous Defense essay that I haven't even started yet." Hermione stared. "Harry! That essay is due this week!" Ron snorted. "Yeah, mate. Even I've started it." Harry rolled his eyes, but didn't respond, just pulling out a roll of parchment and his textbook and getting started. XXX That weekend, Harry and his friends spent Saturday morning in the Room of Requirement. Blaise and Daphne were so close to getting their animagus forms, so they spent an hour practicing, before Harry called them over so they could discuss what they had learned about Voldemort. That practice paid off, as both Blaise and Daphne managed to successfully transform into their bobcat and fox forms. They changed back to cheering, as their friends looked on, happy at their success. Luna kissed her boyfriend, before Harry asked the Room to provide couches for them to sit on. Once they were all settled, he looked around at the group. "I just wanted to see how you're all doing with your research. Luna, Neville, Susan, did you guys get a look at the old records?" Neville nodded. "Professor McGonagall showed us the records room. It's massive, and took some digging, but we did manage to ...

... find a record of Tom Marvolo Riddle attending Hogwarts from 1938-1945. He was a Prefect and Head Boy, a member of the Slug Club. On paper, he sounds like a popular and well-liked student who was destined for great things." Neville shuddered. "If I didn't know he became Voldemort, I would have thought I was looking at a future Minister of Magic candidate." Harry nodded. "He was good at hiding his true colors. A lot of people gravitated towards him because of his charisma and charm. Did you find anything that might help us?" Neville sighed. "There's not much there. We copied the file for you guys to look at, but it's really not much to go on. Riddle was an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage in London, and received a stipend from the Hogwarts Trust in order to pay for his school things." Harry took the parchment Susan handed him, and skimmed it. It really was mostly superficial, but he knew it might come in handy. "This is good work, guys, keep digging and see what you find. You never know what might be the key to bringing him down." Neville, Susan, and Luna nodded, and Harry looked at the others. "What about you guys? Anything?" Ron shrugged. "We've thought up a few ideas, but there's really no way to be certain of anything, without actually checking them out." Harry nodded. "Voldemort's a narcissist. He would use objects of importance, and he would place them somewhere special. He wouldn't leave his horcruxes just anywhere." He looked at Neville. "He grew up an orphan, right?" ...