Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... Neville nodded, and he turned back to Ron. "He spent the first eleven years of his life thinking he was insignificant, that no one cared about him. Then he got his letter to Hogwarts, and all of a sudden, he wasn't just an orphan with no future. He got proof that he was special." Ron gaped, and Hermione frowned. "What exactly are you trying to say, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry sighed. "I'm just suggesting that he might consider using places that symbolized his ancestry, his wizarding heritage. Places like Gringotts, where witches and wizards keep their money, or Hogwarts, the first place he really felt at home." Blaise tilted his head to the side. "Sounds like you've given this a lot of thought," he commented. Harry shrugged. "Not a whole lot," he replied. "I just felt the same way. I grew up thinking no one cared, and then I was introduced to the wizarding world and felt special for the first time in my life." He grimaced. "I hate the fact that I can sympathize with the bastard, but at the same time, it could come in handy a little, because I do understand him." Ginny took his hand in hers and leaned into his side. "Harry, the fact that you had similar experiences growing up means nothing. What matters is that you made different choices from him. Yeah, you might have felt the way he did as a child, but he chose revenge. He chose power. He chose hate. Voldemort was obsessed with proving that he was the best, and believed that wizarding blood proved he was better than anyone ...

... else." She smiled reassuringly. "You chose family. You found one you hadn't had before, and you would do anything to keep it. You chose to be happy." Harry couldn't help but smile at his girlfriend. "Thanks," he said softly, leaning down to give her a kiss. When they pulled apart, Ginny gave him a peck on the nose. "I'm always here to slap you with a reality check, Harry." Harry chuckled, and the others smiled. He rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at the group. "Just keep digging. You never know if something from his past might be the key to figuring out where he hid a horcrux." They nodded, and left the Room to head to lunch. XXX The next day, Harry decided to spend some time on the project Dumbledore had asked of him, the one he had decided to carry out for himself, rather than the old man. Ginny called it Operation Slughorn, which made Harry roll his eyes, but he had to admit, it did fit. Slughorn was surprised, but very willing to accept the offer of help, and the two spent Sunday morning scrubbing cauldrons and giving the potions laboratory a good cleaning. Slughorn showed him a few tricks to get out set-in stains and old ingredients that had dried, and they talked about many things. Mostly, though, Harry steered the conversation towards the past. Slughorn was happy to talk about Harry's mother at great length, and Harry enjoyed hearing the stories the professor shared. He still wouldn't trust Slughorn to watch his back in a battle, but he was warming up slightly to ...