Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... over the last few years. Thinking about Harry Potter. While he didn't have any evidence, he was certain that the boy was behind the multitude of bad luck he had experienced over the last week. He had spent the entire day yesterday as a goat, for Merlin's sake! He knew Harry was upset with him, but why couldn't the child just see that he was trying to do what was right? Harry was essential to winning this war, but only Albus had the key to destroying Voldemort, once and for all. But how could he guide Harry if the boy wouldn't listen to him? For the first time, Albus considered the possibility that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. He recalled Harry's challenge for him to look at the report from Poppy. What could be so bad that Harry would carry that much hate around? Albus was glad that Harry had his friends to focus on, since he knew just what that hate could do to a person, if they didn't learn to let it go. He worried a little, regardless of how happy Harry seemed, because that anger could be dangerous. Sighing wearily, he picked up his wand and fingered it for a moment, remembering the moment he won it from Gelert Grindelwald, all those years ago. The wand was Elder, its core from the tail of a Thestral, a remarkably difficult substance to work with. He had taken it from his old friend, and through the years, tamed it somewhat. Oh yes, this wand had left a bloody trail across the pages of history. The Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, the legend went that it ...

... was won by killing its previous master. Albus knew that wasn't true, the previous master only had to be defeated. Gellert was still alive, and had lived in the prison he had built for his enemies, ever since that final battle fifty-odd years ago. He drew himself out of his morose thoughts, and sent of a Patronus to Poppy, hoping she would respond quickly. A few minutes later, he looked up and smiled, forcing himself to act the part of the enigmatic headmaster. "Come in, Poppy." The mediwitch entered and closed the door behind her. "You wished to speak with me, Albus?" she asked, and he knew he wasn't imagining the thread of hostility in her voice. He hadn't really spoken much with her in the last few years. Not since Harry had moved in with Minerva and Sirius, actually. Whenever they did interact, she always seemed to be forcing herself to remain civil. He nodded genially. "Thank you for your swiftness, Poppy, please, take a seat." The healer did so cautiously, and waited for the headmaster to tell her why she was here. Albus cleared his throat. "I wondered if you could give me some insight to a situation you responded to almost four years ago." Poppy frowned. "You want to know what happened when Mr. Potter ran away from his… relatives." Albus raised an eyebrow minutely at the venom in the woman's voice when she spat out the word 'relatives' like it was the vilest concept there was. Nevertheless, he nodded slightly. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Poppy." Poppy pursed her ...