Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... Creatures: E History: E Herbology: E Astronomy: A He felt a knot in his chest loosen, relief seeping in. Minerva held out a hand and he passed over his results. She read them over and then looked up at her charge, smiling. "Very good, Harry. I'm proud of you." Harry smiled and nodded his thanks. Hermione glanced over at him. "How did you do?" she asked, passing over her own results, as Harry took his letter from Minerva and gave it to his bushy-haired friend. Hermione's results were expected, Harry noted. Mostly Outstandings, with an Exceeds Expectations in Defense. They passed around their results, and Harry congratulated Ron, Neville, and Susan on their scores. Ron had received one O, in Charms, three E's, in Defense, Transfiguration, and Potions, and three A's, in Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, and Herbology. He had, somewhat predictably, failed History and Divination. Neville had gotten the expected O in Herbology, as well as, surprisingly for him but not for Harry, an O in Defense; E's in Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions, A's in Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Astronomy; and he, like Ron, had failed Divination and History. Susan had done well also, with an O in Charms, Potions, and Defense, and E's in everything else. Minerva congratulated all of them, and mentioned that school letters would most likely be sent out within the next day or so. Blaise, Luna, and Daphne Flooed over shortly after, and the two Slytherin sixth years shared their own ...

... results. Both had passed everything except History, and done well with mainly O's and E's. The rest of the day was spent with Sirius and Remus putting the teenagers through their paces. Blaise, Luna, and Daphne, while newcomers, meshed quite well with the others, and were definitely improving. None of them had been slouches on the battlefield beforehand, but under the two Marauders, they were learning new tricks, and fine-tuning the ones they already had under their belt. XXX Snape held in his grimace as he opened the door to allow several less than welcome guests into his house. He refused to call it a home, since he really had no desire to actually live here. He had left his father's house immediately after graduating from Hogwarts, with intentions never to return. After the bitter man's death, he decided that the house on Spinner's End would make a decent hidey-hole, and had taken up residence, performing a few charms to put the deeds in his name, and more than a few wards to ensure no one knew he was there. Bellatrix Lestrange sneered at the Potions master as she brushed passed him. Narcissa Malfoy followed her sister, though her expression was carefully blank, as the three of them made their way into the sitting room. "Lestrange," Snape glowered. "Narcissia. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The sarcasm in his voice was easy to pick up on, but both women ignored it. Bellatrix's sneer deepened. "Cut the pleasantries, Snape. This isn't a social call. You weren't at the last ...