Harry Potter Promise NR.11
Date: 9/18/2017,
Categories:
Fiction
Fan fiction,
Author: zimbi
... Harry. At first, I'll admit I thought it was just busy work, but you really thought it out, didn't you?" Harry nodded, his smile widening. "Clearly, that cave had some sort of significance to Voldemort. He chose it for a reason." He glanced at Neville and Susan. "Do you have any more ideas on where his mother lived? You said it was outside of Little Hangleton." Neville sighed. "We have the general area, but we'd have to go there to actually be certain." Harry nodded again. "We'll definitely do that this summer. Not alone," he hurried on when it looked like Hermione and Susan were going to object. "I'm thinking me and Ginny, with Sirius and maybe Aunt Minerva or Remus. Neville, you should probably come too." Neville frowned. "Why?" Harry looked at him. "You have the general idea of where the place is. Besides, if anyone deserves to go on this hunt, it's you and me. The two marked by that prophecy." Neville opened his mouth, probably to mention that he hadn't been marked in any way, but Harry rushed on. "Voldemort chose me, but you were singled out as well. And anyway, we stand together, don't we?" Neville blinked, remembering the conversation they had before their fourth year, when Harry had extended the hand of friendship, reaffirming the Potter-Longbottom allegiance. He nodded resolutely. "Together," he said, steel in his voice. The others felt like they were watching something important, but weren't exactly invited to join in. Ron cleared his throat. "I don't see why ...
... just the three of you have to go," he commented. "What if you need more help?" Harry looked at his oldest friend. "I'd love to have all of you along to help, I'm sure you'd all be great, but too many people will attract attention." Hermione huffed softly. "I don't like it," she admitted, "But you are right. Too many people will draw attention, and we don't need that. You'll be careful, and tell us what you find?" Harry smiled gently. "Of course," he replied. Hermione nodded, and the others looked slightly appeased. Blaise shifted in his seat. "Harry, I know we're friends, and you don't need any declarations to trust that I'll stand beside you…" Harry frowned, looking at his friend. Blaise coughed, and stood up. Harry did so as well, and the two teenagers faced each other, serious looks on their faces, while the rest of the group watched silently. "As heir apparent to the Ancient and Noble House of Zabini, I wish to offer my allegiance and backing to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter." He extended his hand, and Harry grasped it tightly. "As heir apparent to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, I accept the offer," Harry stated firmly, hiding the bubble of nervousness that fizzled up from his stomach. He remembered the procedures from Sirius' teachings on the duties and responsibilities of Heads of Houses. "May the flags of the Potter and Zabini families always fly together." Everything he said was the standard response for acceptance. The last line referred to a time when ...