Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... the very least Aunt Minerva, and if we're lucky, more fighters. Dumbledore's got to know something's up by now, if he's at all competent. Ginny nodded and returned to her fight, while Harry refocused on the Death Eaters above him. They were talking again. One of the unfamiliar voices was mentioning how easily they were able to get inside the castle. "It wasn't that hard," Warrington sounded like he was trying to brag. "Montague told us about how when he was trapped in that Vanishing Cabinet last year, he could hear things from both Hogwarts and Borgin and Burkes. We realized that there must be another cabinet in the shop, so they formed a sort of passage. We moved the cabinet here to an out of the way room in the dungeons, and repaired it. We also discovered secret passageways on the seventh and fourth floor." "And yet it took you a whole year," Malfoy sneered. "And let's not forget whose plan it was in the first place." Warrington didn't reply, but Harry imagined he was rolling his eyes. He frowned in thought, remembering his own, ill-fated, trip to the shop in question, located in Knockturn Alley, before his second year. He vaguely recalled hiding in a cabinet there, to avoid being spotted by the Malfoys. Could it have been the same one? If so, it was probably a very good thing he hadn't closed the door all the way. He imagined that Warrington assumed he had discovered some impressive secret in the passageways they had used, but many people knew about the one behind the ...

... one-eyed witch. As for the seventh floor… he wasn't sure how they had gotten into the castle from the Room of Requirement, but he supposed one of the many rooms it could turn into was an out of the way entrance or exit. The Room of Requirement didn't have thoughts or emotions. It wouldn't know who was asking, but if Warrington or one of the others had been walking by while thinking about needing a way into the castle, and they inadvertently called the Room up, it would have provided for them. "Quiet, both of you," Bellatrix snapped. "He's here." There was a shuffling sound, as if the Death Eaters were getting into position, and then another sound, as if someone had appeared in the room. A moment of silence, and then, "Draco." Harry knew Dumbledore's voice. Malfoy had clearly lost some of his bravado at the appearance of the headmaster. His reply was shaky at best, but there was determination in his voice. "Dumbledore. Looks like we've caught you unaware." "We?" Dumbledore sounded like he was discussing the weather. There was another rustle, and then Dumbledore spoke again. "Ah. Bellatrix, I wish I could say I am honored. And Fenrir, to what do I owe this displeasure?" "Oh you know, big school, lot's of… fun," the werewolf's voice was silky and pleased. Dumbledore's reply was sharp. "Now you know I can't allow you to run loose in my school, Fenrir." "Oh but we already have," Bellatrix gloated. "You all just played right into the trap at Diagon Alley, didn't you. Made it quite ...