Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... tell you about the spells I invented. Some of them should never be used, but there are others that could come in handy." Harry nodded. "I'd like that," he said eagerly. The Defense professor chuckled slightly. They spent another hour talking about the book, and Snape taught Harry and Ginny a few useful spells that he had invented, such as Muffliatto, which caused those around him to develop a sort of buzzing in their ears, Langlock, a spell that caused the recipient's tongue to stick to the roof of his or her mouth, and Levicorpus, which caused someone to be hoisted up by their ankle comically. He did, however, warn them against some of the darker spells he had invented, such as Sectumsempra, which was far worse than the cutting curse, and needed a specialized counter in order to reverse the effects. It would cause someone to bleed out quickly if the counter wasn't applied, and Severus was very serious as he told them that they should never consider using it unless the circumstances were extremely dire. As the morning continued on, the conversation turned to other topics, and Harry found himself telling the professor he had once felt a very strong dislike for about their musings on Voldemort's survival fifteen years earlier. Snape frowned as Harry voiced their research project. "I admit the question has crossed my mind," he confessed. "I have never been able to come up with an answer, however, he must have done something to have survived that night." Harry shrugged and ...

... nodded. "That's what we were thinking. We've been doing some looking, but haven't found anything yet." He looked at Ginny, and she leaned forward slightly. "Professor, we were wondering if you would be willing to help us. Your knowledge would be a huge help," the youngest Weasley reasoned. Snape pursed his lips, before he nodded slowly. "I will help where I can." Harry smiled. "Thanks, Professor. I just know that this is the key to bringing Voldemort down." Snape flinched slightly at the Dark Lord's name, but didn't comment. Harry hesitated, and then continued. "We'd appreciate it if you would keep this and any information we discover a secret." Snape nodded, his eyes sharp and probing. "You don't want Dumbledore to find out," he observed, his voice emotionless. Harry was the one to flinch this time, but he nodded readily enough. "I don't trust the headmaster, for obvious reasons. I just… I don't want to give him an opening. He seems to be under the impression that he's the only one who can lead this war, but he's not doing a great job." Snape snorted, agreeing wholeheartedly, though his place as a professor didn't necessarily mean he could come right out and say something negative about the headmaster, at least not while at the school. Harry smiled slightly, seeing the professor's agreement. "He's so wrapped up in his schemes and second chances, that he can't see all he's doing to hurt the war effort and the wizarding world. How many people have been hurt because he let some Death ...