Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... where she was doing revisions for her exams, and smiled. Damn straight, Harry. We're going to give all those stuffy purebloods something to think about. Harry smirked. They won't know what hit 'em. XXX A few days later, Harry received yet another summons to Dumbledore's office. He considered ignoring it, but didn't think he should outright defy the headmaster just yet. He could still pretend that the old man had some authority, though he couldn't say with any certainty that he would be able to do so for much longer, unless Dumbledore had had a huge change of heart lately. Somehow, he doubted it. Once more, Dumbledore offered Harry a lemon drop and a seat, and once more, Harry refused, privately reveling in the chance to make the old man uncomfortable and annoyed. But Dumbledore forced those feelings down, and just smiled genially. "Thank you for coming, Harry. I know you must be busy studying for your end of year exams." Harry nodded silently. Dumbledore's smile tightened minutely, but Harry caught it, and internally smirked. "I must congratulate you on your class standing, Harry. I believe you will have many people after you for a job this time next year." Harry's mental smirk turned into a frown. It was subtle, but he thought he could sense something like a lie in the headmaster's words. Did Dumbledore not think he would get a lot of offers? Or did he not think he'd be graduating? Harry said nothing, and after a moment, Dumbledore continued. "I wished to apologize for my ...

... actions a few months ago. I was merely trying to help you succeed." Harry grit his teeth, and when he was sure he could respond without yelling, he did so. "Professor, I understand your goals, but you need to stop. Stop trying to insert yourself into my life, because I will never trust you the way I did before I learned everything you're responsible for." Dumbledore made to speak, but Harry kept going. "Have you even looked at the report Madam Pomfrey compiled after I left the Dursleys?" Dumbledore blinked, startled. Harry smiled grimly. "I didn't think so. I would suggest taking a look, sir, and perhaps you'll understand just a little of what you put me through." He started to turn around, when Dumbledore managed to find his voice. "You need my help, Harry. To fulfill the prophecy. You can't do it alone, there are things that only I know." Harry raised an eyebrow, and glared. "I think I'll manage." He spun on his heel and left the office, seething. He knew the headmaster didn't think he had revealed so much, but he hadn't counted for what Harry already knew. In his mind, Ginny's voice calmed him slightly. Harry, come to the Room of Requirement. I'll meet you there. Just don't curse anything until you get there, all right? Harry nodded mentally, and waited until he reached the Room, asking it to provide him with a training room, complete with dummies for him to destroy. That was how Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Neville found him five minutes later. Ginny had tried to come alone, ...