Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... lips, before inclining her head. "Perhaps it will do you some good. I will have the documents delivered to you." She stood up abruptly and was gone before Albus managed to do more than blink. True to her word, less than ten minutes later, a house elf popped into his office with a stack of parchment. "Mistress Poppy asked Dinko to deliver this," the elf said, holding out the parchment. Albus smiled and nodded his thanks, taking the stack in his hands. The elf popped away, and the headmaster settled into his seat, surprised at the thickness of the sheaf of parchment. Shrugging slightly, he began to read. It was shocking. He had really thought that the Dursleys were the best option. Yes, he had known that they were not listed on the Potter Will as potential guardians, and he had known that Lily did not get along with her sister, but the Blood Wards made up for any misgivings. His frown deepened as he read of a broken arm at the age of two, two broken ribs at four, scar tissue that had developed around five, six separate concussions over the years, broken leg, broken wrist, more broken ribs, more scarring… His complexion became steadily paler as he read down the list. Surely the Dursleys couldn't be responsible for all of this? The Blood Wards should have stopped anyone with ill intent from harming Harry. … No they wouldn't, he realized with a start. The Wards would have prevented anyone with ill will towards the family from coming on the premise. But if the monsters were ...

... already inside, they would have done nothing. What had Albus done? He had tried to protect Harry, and instead, had fed him to the wolves. He had thought he was doing what was best, but what if Harry, and Minerva, and Sirius were right? Perhaps he hadn't gone about it the right way. He really thought that removing Harry from the wizarding world following the attack at Godric's Hollow would protect Harry from the remaining Death Eaters, while at the same time allowing the boy to grow up free from the fame. He could admit to himself that he also did not want Harry to get too big a head. He remembered what James was like as a student, and he did not want Harry to be like that. He didn't want Harry to think he was entitled. … Perhaps he also wanted Harry to be willing to lay down his life for the cause… Guiltily, he realized that was the case. He had known for quite some time – since the first time Harry had told him about the pains in his scar, if he was being honest – about the horcrux that resided in the teenager's head. Had he been setting Harry up from the beginning to believe that his life was only measured in its ability to bring about Voldemort's downfall? Did he ever care about Harry as a person? Of course he did, the stubborn part of his mind insisted. He wanted to keep Harry safe! Or perhaps, the rebellious voice countered, he had just been concerned with keeping Harry alive until he could march to his death. Stop it, he said firmly to himself. These thoughts would get him ...