Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

Lights Will Guide You Home (And I Promise I Will Burn For You) By rayrae118 Chapter 1 And here we are at year six! Thank you to everyone who has followed me this far. I hope you enjoy the next installment! I'm sorry it took so long, but I got really hung up on how to twist the sixth book to my own story. And I'm trying my hand at an original story, so I've been working on that a bit as well. But here we are, for your reading pleasure! You're getting the first chapter at a weird time. I like to update on weekends, so that I can ensure I actually manage to get a new chapter out. But I finished this story late tonight, and I didn't want to wait a whole week before posting. So after this, it will be weekly updates, on Saturdays. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form Harry broke off from his offensive attack as a whistle pierced the air. His sparring partner, Neville, also looked towards the doorway to the training room. Sirius was standing there, watching the two teenagers fight. "Not bad," he commented, smiling slightly. "Neville, keep your wand arm up. Harry managed to get a few hits in because you give him an opening when you drop your guard." Neville nodded, panting slightly from the exertion of the morning. He and Harry had been going at it nonstop for almost an hour. Sirius turned to his godson. "Harry, Amelia's here and she'd like to speak with you." Harry nodded, and looked over at Neville. "We'll pick this up later, all right?" Neville ...

... smirked. "Looking forward to it." Harry returned the smirk, and followed Sirius out of the room. Though the dog animagus had been released from St. Mungos almost a week ago, he still walked with a bit of a limp, so their journey upstairs was slow. Just a couple weeks earlier, Harry had been forcibly abducted from Hogwarts, when Draco Malfoy, an arrogant toe rag and all around prick, had thrown a portkey - or something like it - at him, sending him to the Ministry of Magic. There, Harry and his friends, who had followed him to the Ministry, were attacked by Death Eaters. Though they fought well, Harry had been relieved to see help come in the form of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix. He might have some issues with the headmaster of Hogwarts, but he wouldn't turn down help when he and his friends so badly needed it. Fortunately, there were few serious injuries. The worst hurt was Sirius, who had to spend some time at St. Mungos. Harry was relieved that his godfather was not permanently injured, but it had still been a huge scare for him. Even though he still showed signs of the attack in the form of his limp, the healers assured them that it would fade in time, and he should regain full mobility. After dueling Voldemort himself, Harry had been less than pleased when Dumbledore had portkeyed him back to his office at the school, rather than the Infirmary, where he definitely should have gone. There, Dumbledore had proceeded to inform him of the prophecy that Voldemort – and the ...