Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... elf looking up at him with awe. "What can Barsto do for Master Gryffindor sir?" Harry was momentarily startled to hear himself called that. "You all know who I am?" he asked curiously. Barsto nodded eagerly, his large ears flapping. "Master Gryffindor is the heir to Master Godric, sir. All elves be knowing who he is. All elves in castle will follow Master Gryffindor and obey his commands." Harry smiled slightly. "Thank you, Barsto. I would appreciate it if you would call me Harry, though. I don't want people knowing my status as a founder's heir." Barsto nodded again. "Of course, Master Harry. How can we be serving you today?" Harry took a deep breath. "Barsto, the headmaster has been trying to insert himself into my life for too long. My friends and I are planning a series of pranks to play on him. Would you be willing to help?" Barsto nodded for a third time, his large eyes widening as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. "Of course, Master Harry. What can we elves be doing to help?" Harry smiled. "All right. You know how Dumbledore loves his lemon drops?" Barsto nodded yet again. "I'd like to make sure he can't have them. If you could ensure that any he has disappears, that would be great. He has that bowl in his office, can you make it so that any he puts in the bowl vanish?" Barsto actually beamed at this. He snapped his fingers. "Of course, Master Harry. Barsto has just placed spell on bowl, and headmaster's private everfilling pouch. Pouch will not work anymore, ...

... and any drops that are put in bowl will vanish." Harry grinned. "Thanks, Barsto. If I need anything else, I'll ask you." Barsto's mouth stretched, if possible, even wider in a smile. "We are happy to help Master Harry in all his endeavors." Harry nodded and left the kitchen after thanking the elf once more. Ginny's mental laughter rang in his head. Dumbledore's going to be so shocked, she chuckled. Harry smirked. This is just phase one, he reminded her. He's going to regret ever meddling by the time we're done with him. True to their word, over the next week, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny all did their part to make Dumbledore miserable. Even after one day, Harry could tell that the old man was missing his lemon drops. He only really appeared for meals, and looked slightly haggard and twitchy, almost like he was going through withdrawal. They slipped a potion into his pumpkin juice that made him cluck like a chicken for an entire day; made it so that he spent an entire day stuck in the Entrance Hall, by charming every door so that whenever his magical signature passed through it, he would end up back in the Hall; and had his fuzzy bunny slippers spend a morning attacking him wherever he went. The house elves were ecstatic to help out, and were majorly responsible for keeping the headmaster in the Entrance Hall, as well as getting the potion into his drink. Barsto had proudly brought the slippers to Harry to charm when he had asked. The next weekend, Harry met with all ...