Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... way home when he had remembered that his mother's birthday was just a few days away. He had thought he might pick up a present for her in the Alley, and bring it to the Burrow on her birthday, to begin the reconciliation process. He had been making his way out of one of the side alleys, a book of knitting patterns wrapped and shrunken in his pocket, when all hell had broken loose. His wand had been in his hand before he had even consciously thought about it. Percy Weasley was no slouch. Their opposition had been Death Eaters. There were at least twenty of them, and as he fired and protected himself, he thought he could recognize a few. Rodolphus and Rabastian Lestrange, Nott. He was certain he caught a glimpse of Lucius Malfoy's pale blonde flowing hair, and the hulking figures of Crabbe and Goyle senior. Percy was exhausted by the time the fight was over. The Death Eaters had all apparated away, and the Aurors had arrived. Percy glimpsed Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall near Gringotts, talking to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt. He had been relieved to see the headmaster there, since he knew that Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard alive – whatever else the man was, he could at least acknowledge that. Glancing around the Alley, he saw several other adults milling about, helping shopkeepers clean up, or assisting with moving the injured to Saint Mungos. His heart thudded painfully as he recognized Fred and George standing with his ...

... father, followed quickly by relief that they were all right. He was quickly caught up in clean up, helping a nearby shopkeeper board up the broken window. The next hour passed by quickly as he helped out wherever he could, and before he knew it, the Aurors were insisting everyone go home. Steeling himself, he turned to face his family once more. They were outside Fred and George's shop, clearly getting ready to go inside, no doubt to use the Floo, or in the twins' case, retire for the evening. Percy knew that now was his best chance, so he better jump on it before he lost his nerve. Collecting his Gryffindor courage, he marched determinedly up to the Weasley trio. "Dad?" Arthur turned quickly in surprise, and then gasped. "Percy?" Fred and George also looked confused, but didn't say anything as Arthur reached out and quickly grasped his third oldest son in a tight hug. "Were you here the whole time?" the Weasley patriarch asked, pulling back. Percy nodded shakily. "I had an errand to run on my way home. I was leaving when the Death Eaters arrived." Arthur exhaled unsteadily. "I'm so glad you're all right." Percy bit his lip. "You, too." He looked past Arthur to the twins. "All of you." He hesitated, and then blew out a breath of air. "Dad, I'm sorry." Arthur frowned. "Percy…" But Percy interrupted, needing to get this out. "You were right, dad. I was just too proud and arrogant to see it. I didn't want to believe that I was promoted for anything other than myself. But you were just ...