Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... easy to get in here." "Well, I'm sure you understand that I cannot allow you to wander around here any more." Harry almost admired the way Dumbledore was able to remain calm when faced with such odds against him. But he knew that the moment was coming, and despite the headmaster's prowess, he was badly outnumbered. He snuck closer, until he was standing at the top of the stairs, finally able to actually see what was going on. Malfoy was standing at the front of the group of Death Eaters, which numbered six, total, including Malfoy and Warrington. "Do it, Draco," Bellatrix almost purred. "It's your mission, you must complete it." Dumbledore was looking at Malfoy exclusively now. "You don't have to do this, Draco. You can step away." Malfoy appeared scared but determined to Harry, although he wasn't at the best angle to actually read his former classmate's expression. After a moment's silence, Draco raised his wand and fired. "Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, and a weak green light shot towards the headmaster. Harry wished he could say that he was surprised that someone his age was willing to use such a curse, but with Malfoy, he really wasn't. Dumbledore seemed almost shocked as well, and was nearly too slow in moving out of the way of the killing curse. Harry swore to himself, ducking into the room, and firing spells at the other Death Eaters. There was confusion all around, with Voldemort's followers trying to figure out where the new opposition was coming from. Bellatrix and ...

... Carrow were firing back in all directions, hoping to land a hit, while Warrington and Greyback just kept looking around them, trying to figure out where their opponent was hiding. Malfoy was still facing off against Dumbledore, and didn't look pleased about it. The headmaster was, after all, one of the most powerful wizards there was. Even he could see that, though he didn't think the old man could hold a candle to his Lord. Albus was still trying to get Malfoy to see reason. "Draco, you don't need to do this." He dodged another curse. "You can come back to the light. It's not too late." "Why would I want that?" Malfoy sneered, though he was panting hard with exertion. "To play nice with mudbloods and blood traitors? Follow muggle loving fools like you?" Bellatrix seemed to have given up on finding Harry, and was leaving him to Carrow, Greyback, and Warrington, who had finally gotten involved and were firing spells as well. "Enough of this!" she shrieked. "Do it, Draco!" Draco determinedly cast a powerful Reducto at the floor beneath Dumbledore. The headmaster's eyes widened briefly as he tried to shield himself from the blast. Unfortunately, he had been expecting it to be aimed at him, not the floor. The curse caused the floor to explode, and as he was precariously situated near the open air at the edge of the tower, he was thrown backwards, his wand falling out of his hand as he struggled to keep conscious. He lasted a second longer, before the black encroached on his vision, ...