Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... smile widened slightly. "She makes a delightful chatting companion when she's in the mood." The others just looked more confused. "You would know her as the Grey Lady." Harry started. "The Ravenclaw ghost? That's Helena Ravenclaw?" Luna nodded, and Harry smiled his thanks. "We'll look into that Luna, it's a good idea. In the meantime, here's a picture of what the diadem looks like." He handed out copies that he had made from a book on the founders where he had found the information. They glanced at the picture briefly, before Harry continued. "The other lead we found was an item of Hufflepuff's. She had a cup that was said to negate all poisons of whatever was placed in it. It's also been missing for a while." "No idea what happened to it?" Hermione asked, disappointed. Harry took a deep breath. "I think I've combed the entire library section of old Prophet's. The cup popped up belonging to a woman named Hepzibah Smith, who claimed to be a descendant of Hufflepuff. A little digging and some reading between the lines, and I found out that Borgin and Burkes tried to get her to sell the cup to them many times. After her death, the cup was discovered missing by her family." "How did she die?" Blaise asked, wondering if it might have something to do with it. Harry sighed. "Her house elf was charged with the murder. She was rather old, and admitted to putting something in her mistress' tea that turned out not to be sugar, but a poison." "It's a lie," Hermione stated with ...

... conviction. Harry looked at her. "Of course it is," he replied calmly. "But who's eager to prove it? The elf admitted what she had done. In my opinion, someone planted a false memory in the elf's mind, to frame her." "So it's another dead end?" Ron asked, disappointed. Harry smirked. "Of course not. I'm planning on taking a little trip to Borgin and Burkes at some point, to see if they know anything." "He's not going to say anything you know," Neville said. Harry's smirk widened. "He won't have a choice." He looked at Daphne. "You interested in helping me brew some Veritaserum?" Daphne blinked, startled. "What?" she asked, confused. Harry shrugged. "You want to be a Potions Mistress, which means you have to have some talent. I've seen you in class. You're good. Better than me." Daphne smiled at him. "Of course I'll help. You're planning on using truth serum to get answers out of Burke, aren't you." Harry nodded, and Hermione groaned. "Harry, you know how much trouble you could get in, just for brewing the potion, let alone using it?" Harry shrugged. "Not nearly as much trouble as we'll all be in if we don't win this war." Hermione rolled her eyes, but had to concede the point. Ginny cleared her throat. "I was thinking…" They all looked at her, and she bit her lip. "Harry, you mentioned how intelligent Nagini seemed. Is it possible to make a horcrux out of a living being?" Hermione and Susan looked a little sick, but Harry frowned in thought. "Theoretically, maybe," he allowed. "And I ...