Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... explanation for the spells though," she stated, confused. Harry nodded. "I noticed that. There are a few explanations, like this one." He pointed to a particular spell. It was just one word: Sectumsempra. And the description: For enemies. Harry furrowed his brow. "Do you know who the book belonged to?" Ginny asked, shifting in her seat. Harry shook his head. "It doesn't have a name in it, just this." He flipped the book over to the back cover, where a single sentence was written across the bottom. Ginny frowned. "Property of the Halfblood Prince. What?" Harry shrugged. "I have no idea. I don't think we should try out any of these spells until we figure out what they do." Ginny agreed, and they set the book aside. "Whom should we tell about this?" she asked. "Professor McGonagall?" Harry bit his lip. "I was thinking Professor Snape," he admitted. "He is a Potions Master, after all. And I don't really trust Slughorn." Ginny nodded, and they decided to talk to the Defense professor before the end of the week. XXX Classes, Prefect duties, Quidditch, and everything else were so intense that it was the next weekend before they were able to actually find the time to speak with Professor Snape in private. Harry told his friends that he and Ginny would join them in the Room of Requirement in a couple of hours, and left them all there, practicing either Occlumency or their animagus forms, or catching up on homework, as he and Ginny made their way down to the dungeons. Harry knocked ...

... twice on the door to Snape's private quarters, and waited for his brusque "Enter," before he pushed the door open and led Ginny inside. How did you know where his private rooms are? Ginny asked as they closed the door behind them. Harry shrugged. Would it sound weird if I said that Hogwarts told me? Ginny pursed her lips, and Harry grimaced. I know it sounds incredibly strange, but it's the best I can explain it. I really think the castle told me. Ginny gave a mental sigh. It's probably an 'Heir of Gryffindor' thing, she agreed. Snape looked at the pair of Gryffindors and raised an eyebrow. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on a Saturday morning?" he drawled, keeping the curiosity out of his voice, and successfully conveying a discontentment with their company this early on a weekend. Harry swallowed. "Professor, a few days ago, Ginny and I were studying, and I came across a strange book. I was wondering if you could possibly take a look." Snape frowned, and set down the potions journal he had been reading. "Strange how?" he asked, leaning forward and gesturing for them to take a seat. Harry bit his lip and looked back at the door, before turning to face Snape again. Understanding the hint, Snape pulled out his wand and cast a few privacy wards, before he gestured for them to speak once more. Harry pulled out the book and set it on the table. Snape reached forward and picked the innocent-looking object up. His gasp was audible as he flipped through the book, and the ...