Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... something that can help Remus now, and it's something I can actually do." Hermione smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Harry, you're a good person, but don't stress yourself out too much." She laughed lightly. "I know I'm the last person who should be giving this advice, but don't take on too much. You've got a lot going on, and a lot to deal with. Try not to wear yourself out." Harry nodded his agreement, smiling as well. It was amusing to see his friend tell him not to spend too much time studying and researching, considering all she tried to do herself, especially her third year. "I know," he agreed. "Right now, it's just theories and ideas. I'm not going to spend too much time thinking about it until I have the time to do so. I'll wait until after graduation, all right?" Hermione nodded decisively. "Agreed, so long as you let me help you. This sounds fascinating!" Harry chuckled, and even Snape let out a small laugh. Hermione looked startled at the Potions master's mirth, but hid it much better than Ron would have. Snape seemed impressed at the level of thought Harry had already put into the theory. "I will admit that I have not kept up with muggle advancements since I left my father's house," he admitted, "but the idea of filtering the blood seems remarkable, if not a little absurd. I would be interested in involving myself in this research as well, if you are willing." Harry nodded agreeably, looking relieved. "I'm glad you're both interested. I'm not sure how far I'd ...

... get on my own, this isn't exactly a small project." Both kept their exasperation on Harry's unwillingness to see his own brilliance to themselves, and instead passed the remaining time before the next step in the potion discussing what they would be changing. _ _ _ Chapter 2 Disclaimer: not mine Over the next week, Harry was busy helping Snape with the potion in between Defense lessons and helping Blaise, Luna, and Daphne with their wandless magic and animagus transformation. After a week's hard work, the potion was ready. As Harry had posited, the shade was slightly darker blue than the original, with a pale gray smoke that drifted up from the cauldron and gave it a mother of pearl-like sheen. Remus took the first goblet they offered him and with a deep breath, knocked it back as quickly as possible. He shuddered, and Harry shrugged apologetically. "As of yet, I haven't found a way to improve the taste." Remus shook his head, smiling. "It's all right, Harry. What you have done is more than enough." Harry blushed. "We still don't know if it will work," he reminded the werewolf. Remus rested a hand on his pseudo nephew's shoulder. "I trust you, Harry. You've got a great mind in that head of yours. I believe in you." Harry now resembled a tomato, as Remus left the room. Snape rolled his eyes. "One of these days, Potter, you're going to have to learn how to take a compliment." Harry threw a half-hearted glare at the Potions master, but didn't reply. XXX A week later, Remus and ...