Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... sure, but we'll add them to the list." Harry's smiled widened a bit. "Thanks. In the meantime, how are we coming with Voldemort's past?" Susan sighed. "I guess you could say we've had a little more luck," she shrugged. "We managed to get a name on his mother. Merope Gaunt. She lived with her father and brother in a shack outside of Little Hangleton, the town the Riddles lived in." Harry tilted his head to the side. "Why does that name sound familiar?" he asked, almost to himself. Ginny frowned in thought. It did sound familiar, and she was sure she had heard it somewhere, probably from her husband. Boyfriend. Damn it, she really needed to figure out what to call him in her mind. Harry's eyes widened after a minute. "Gaunt," he said quickly, looking at the others. "I remember that name from a few years ago, when Sirius was teaching me about things I needed to know as the Head of an Ancient and Noble House. I had to learn about the old families. The Gaunt family is one of the older pureblood minor houses, but it died out over fifty years ago." Ginny furrowed her brow. "The Gaunt family… I think I remember you… telling me about that. They weren't particularly known for anything, were they?" Harry shrugged. "Not really. Like I said, they were a minor house, but I think they had ties to some major pureblood lines. But if they had any real talent in the family, it died out a long time ago." He paused for a moment, before looking at Neville and Susan. "Do you know exactly where the ...

... family lived?" The couple shared a look, before Neville replied. "We have a general idea, but it might take some searching." Harry nodded, and Ginny looked intrigued. "You think it's worth checking out." It wasn't a question. Harry bit his lip. "It's just an idea. We'll see if we can do some poking around the area this summer." They all nodded, excited by the prospect of an actual lead. "Do you two have any possibilities for what the objects are?" Daphne asked, looking at Harry and Ginny. Harry sighed. "It really is a lot of guesswork," he admitted. "We've done some research on the founders, and found a few leads. The only known relic of Ravenclaw is her lost diadem." "But the lost diadem is… lost, isn't it?" Susan asked tentatively. Luna nodded, showing more interest than she had been all afternoon. "Daddy's building a model that will replicate its properties." They all looked at her for a moment, before Ron spoke. "Sorry, but what the bloody hell is a diadem?" Harry chuckled. "It's sort of like a tiara. Ravenclaw's was imbedded with jewels, and had the phrase 'wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure' inscribed on it." "So you think this might be a horcrux?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged. "It's just another idea," he admitted. "It does seem awfully farfetched, since no one's seen it pretty much since Ravenclaw died." "Have you asked her daughter?" Luna asked, her voice breezy. Harry furrowed his brow. "Helena Ravenclaw? She disappeared before her mother died." Luna's ...