Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... he saw that they were losing ground. The Death Eaters were getting closer to the end of the hallway, and closer to the Entrance Hall. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "Cho, Luna, we're going to need some help. Half you guys stay there to provide cover, and the rest meet us near the main staircase." He got an affirmative from Cho, and then turned his attention back to the immediate problem. Greyback let out a snarl when Harry landed a glancing cutting curse, and turned his attention to the opponent who was attempting to stop him from reaching his goal. Harry was forced to duck inside a classroom as the werewolf threw a large fireball towards him. A loud bang was followed by several stones falling from the ceiling, and the door collapsing on itself. "Harry, we're here," Luna's voice came from the earpiece, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he got to work on clearing a path for him to exit the classroom. It took a few minutes, but he managed to get the doorway cleared. When he left the room, the hallway was nearly destroyed, but devoid of students. Harry, we're getting herded towards the Entrance Hall, Ginny informed him. We need some help here. Harry grit his teeth and immediately headed towards the sounds of fighting he could hear even all these levels above the actual conflict. I'm on my way. "Guys, I think we've got more issues," Blaise said, sounding frustrated and out of breath, like he was running and talking at the same time. "There's a group of unfriendlies ...

... heading up from the dungeons now." Harry frowned as he reached the Entrance Hall and immediately jumped into the fray. "How the hell did they get in?" he asked, shooting a stunner and a blasting hex one right after the other. "Does it matter?" Daphne's voice cut in. "Point is, we need some help. We're getting pushed upstairs." "So you'll join the party then," Harry said sardonically. "We've got a big fight in the Entrance Hall. I don't think we'll be of much assistance." Blaise cursed but didn't say anything else as he turned his attention back to the group of seven Death Eaters that had somehow materialized towards the back end of the hallway that led to the Slytherin dorm rooms. "Neville, can you guys come help us out?" Harry asked, dodging a cutting curse. "Not really," Neville's voice came through the earpiece. He sounded a little out of breath. "We've got a group of Death Eaters up here as well." "Damn it," Harry muttered. "How many?" "Six," was Neville's reply. "We're holding our own, but we're not going to be of much help to you." Harry nodded, though he knew his dorm mate couldn't see him. "Just be careful." "Got it," Neville said, before putting all his attention on the Death Eaters that had emerged from the secret passage behind the one-eyed witch. Harry knew the students were not nearly as experienced as their foes. He was relieved when he saw help come in the form of several of their professors. Flitwick and Sprout appeared at the top of the main staircase, and ...