Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... but as soon as she had said that Harry was upset, they all insisted on joining her. They watched from the doorway while Harry turned seven dummies to dust within the span of three minutes. When the room was devoid of opponents, Harry straightened up from his fighter's crouch, to the sound of applause. He looked over and blushed slightly to see his fellow Gryffindors in the entrance, watching him. They all moved in and closed the door. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "What's this about, Harry? What did Dumbledore say?" Harry growled slightly, his eyes hardening. "He knew." They all looked confused. "What do you mean?" Hermione asked, mentally asking the room to provide sofas for them to sit, which they all did a moment later. Harry grit his teeth. "He tried to tell me that there were things only he knew, so only he could help me fulfill that damn prophecy. Don't you see it? He knew about the horcruxes. He's probably known at least since he saw that diary." Ginny's eyes hardened. "He probably had an idea before that, but the diary would definitely be proof for his theory. Damn it!" She slammed a fist against the arm of the sofa she was sitting on. Harry nodded. "He's had all these years to solve the problem. And he knew how! But he waited for me to do it for him. All because he puts so much stock in that stupid prophecy. How many people did he doom to die because he didn't do anything? If he had done something, anything, we wouldn't be faced with the problem of hunting down all ...

... these horcruxes based on flimsy theories and what little we can find on Voldemort." Ron let out an animalistic growl that reminded them all of his dog form. "Bastard." Hermione looked like she wanted to reprimand her boyfriend's language, but couldn't manage because she completely agreed with his assessment. Neville shook his head at the audacity of the headmaster. "Somehow, it doesn't surprise me. We all knew he was too forgiving, too willing to put his 'greater good' ahead of the real people. The question is, what are we going to do about it?" Harry looked startled for a moment, before he grinned. "I can think of a few ideas," he said mischievously. "Living with two of the Marauders, being friends with Fred and George, I think I've definitely expanded my prank repertoire." Ginny chuckled. "I think we can certainly help out with that," she agreed. "Growing up with the twins is very good for coming up with creative punishments." They all put their heads together for the next couple of hours, and by the end of their impromptu session, had several ideas to put into place to give the headmaster a hard time. Hermione was fine with pranking the old man as long as he wasn't seriously injured, something they all agreed to. They didn't want to harm him, just make him miserable. Once they were finished, Harry went to go put the first part of their prank into play. He made his way down to the kitchen, and asked for the head elf. A moment later, a pop in front of him showed a proud looking ...