Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... probably get back to whatever it was this situation drew you from." His voice dripped with disdain, and it was clear he knew that they hadn't even shown up in time to help at all. Not for the first time, he thanked Merlin that his godson was so good at Defense. Moody was the last one to depart. When it was just he and Sirius alone, the grizzled Auror sighed. "The kids did well," he admitted gruffly. Sirius nodded. "You've done a good job of training them," he went on. Sirius raised an eyebrow. "If there's something you want to say Mad-Eye, just say it. You never were one for beating around the bush." Moody let out a grunt that could almost be a laugh. "Neither are you, Black." He sobered quickly, and shrugged with one shoulder. "We came as fast as we could. Dumbledore alerted us less than fifteen minutes ago." Sirius frowned. From the clear signs of the fight around him, it seemed plain that it had gone on for at least half an hour. Moody sighed. "We do the best we can, Black. We can't be everywhere." Sirius grit his teeth. "No. Especially when you must be on call to jump the second the old man says to." Moody looked surprised. "You used to be the best Auror in the DMLE, Mad-Eye. You used to do things because you knew them to be right, not because some old man told you to. If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my wife." Sirius disapparated, leaving Moody alone in the middle of a destroyed street. He clenched his jaw, looking around him at the destruction, and then ...

... spun on the spot, heading back to his home. _ _ _ Chapter 16 Disclaimer: don't own Snape frowned as he quickly sent off a Patronus to Albus, telling him he would be out of the castle for the rest of the day, before he quickly headed to the Entrance Hall and outside, passed the gates so that he could disapparate. Normally, leaving the castle abruptly would indicate he had been called to a Death Eater meeting, so Dumbledore was used to the call from his Defense professor. However, this particular afternoon, he was heading off to meet Narcissa. She had sent him a rather panicked letter a few days earlier, and this was the first chance he had had to get away. He quietly entered his home on Spinner's End, and waited only a few minutes for a quiet knock to sound. Opening the door showed his guest. Narcissa Malfoy entered the house meekly; it was a far cry from the dignified Lady that Snape was used to, and he felt things had only gotten worse for the woman since the first time she had shown up at his house the previous summer with her sister. He had spent some time talking with her over the year, and felt like she would hear him out on an offer of safety. She really didn't seem too keen on Voldemort's grand plan any more. Snape led her to the sitting room and gestured for her to take a seat, deciding to forgo the offer of a beverage, since she really looked like she just wanted to get this whole thing over with. "What was it you wanted to speak with me about, Narcissa?" he asked ...