Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... who willingly aligned themselves with Voldemort. They had made their choices, and Harry and his friends would fight to survive. Shaking themselves off, they turned to more lighthearted topics. Like Voldemort's childhood. Susan showed them some copies of old Prophet articles, and a few muggle ones they had managed to get their hands on. "It took a little digging –" "A lot," Neville coughed, looking at his girlfriend. Susan smiled slightly, and amended her statement. "A lot of digging. We found an article on the murder of a wealthy family. Mr. and Mrs. Riddle were killed, along with their adult son, Tom. This was in 1943." Harry nodded, remembering Voldemort telling him about his muggle father. "What about his mother?" he asked curiously. Neville bit his lip. "We found something in one of the muggle articles about how the son came back a few months after vanishing with some beggar's daughter, talking about how she had bewitched him. Nothing on who the girl was, though. But she had to be a witch." Harry nodded. The muggles might think it was just something like lying to Riddle Senior about being pregnant or something, but it was far more likely he had been Imperiused or had a love potion fed to him. "I don't think she attended Hogwarts," Neville continued. "We couldn't find any record of a witch from Little Hangleton who attended school in the timeframe that would make sense. Maybe she was homeschooled." Harry nodded again, smiling. "Good work, guys. Keep looking, I'm sure ...

... you'll find something." He and Ginny then brought forth their ideas for possible objects. "Theoretically, horcruxes can be anything," Harry said. "An old boot, a tin can… it doesn't really matter." Ron snorted. "So we're going to have to check every tin can in Britain?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Can you see Voldemort using something like that?" he countered. They all shook their heads, and Harry shrugged. "Ginny and I already have one horcrux." Hermione and Susan gasped, while Ron and Neville's eyes widened, and Blaise, Daphne, and Luna looked intrigued. Harry glanced at Ginny, before he told the rest about the locket Kreacher had given them. "There's a large 'S' on it, in emeralds. We figure it belonged to Slytherin." Ron snorted. "Seriously?" Harry chuckled as he nodded. "Yeah. Big ugly thing, I can't imagine Slytherin ever actually wearing it, but the point is, it was passed down somehow, and it's probably one of the few remaining relics belonging to him that are still known to the world." He took a deep breath. "We figure Voldemort would like using something like that, because it belonged to a Hogwarts founder. More than that, Voldemort's always claimed he's the heir of Slytherin. He would certainly find a sense of justice in using one of his own ancestor's possessions to ensure his own immortality." Hermione furrowed her brow. "So you think Voldemort would use objects of importance for his horcruxes." Ginny nodded eagerly. "Harry's right, he wouldn't use just any object. ...