Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... Snape lowered his wand. "Five points to Gryffindor," he said calmly. The entire room was shocked for several moments, before Snape barked at them to get back to work. By the end of the lesson, Neville and Susan had both had success at nonverbal spells, while Ron was feeling a little frustrated, though he was determined to get it. Harry promised the class, as they made their way down the corridor, that they would practice at the DA meeting that week, and every week until they all felt comfortable with the new skill. XXX The first Hogsmeade visit of the term was that Saturday. Harry made plans with his friends to meet up for lunch, before he and Ginny wandered off into the village. They spent most of the morning visiting the various shops. Ginny needed some more parchment, and Harry wanted to check out the bookstore. As they were making their way down the road towards the Three Broomsticks, Harry got a niggling feeling in his stomach. He looked around, frowning. Following his lead, Ginny also made herself aware of their surroundings. What's going on, Harry? she asked, observing the crowds around them. Harry bit his lip. I'm not sure, he admitted. I just feel like someone's watching me. Ginny immediately intensified her efforts, but to her eyes, no one was paying them undue attention. Suddenly, Harry moved, closing in on an alley in between two shops to their right. There was a muffled shout and a yell, and then Harry had his hand closed around a strange man's throat, his ...

... wand trained on the ragamuffin. "'Ere now, let me go!" the man wheezed. Harry made no move to comply. "Why are you following me?" he demanded. The man tried to protest, but it was hard to make out words around the wheezing. Suddenly there were two more people there, pulling Harry off the stranger. Harry tensed briefly, before recognizing Remus and Tonks, and relaxing. "We'll take care of this, Harry," Remus placated. "You should go join your friends for lunch." "Who is he, Remus?" Harry asked curiously, calming down slightly. Remus sighed, throwing a glare at the scruffy man who was currently withering under the look Tonks was giving him. "His name's Mundungus Fletcher," the werewolf told Harry and Ginny. "He's part of Dumbledore's Order. I believe Albus may have set Fletcher on you as some sort of 'protection'. Or he just wants to keep an eye on you." Remus snorted derisively, and began to lead the two students back towards the nearby pub. "Fletcher couldn't curse his way out of a paper bag, but you didn't hear that from me. He's a lowlife, and the only reason he's not in prison right now is because he knows how to trade in information. He's good at giving up the right information to get his own charges dropped. On the other hand, he's also useful for getting information about the dirty underside of life. I suppose that's why Dumbledore puts up with him." Harry shook his head. He understood the need to have contacts everywhere, but why did Dumbledore feel the need to have him ...