Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... into disbelief. She had just finished releasing her bonds and she jumped him. Having only a little force to move her, she used her fingers the scratch him and dove into his sleeve for his wand. She silenced him. She rushed to her bag which was still strewn carelessly in the corner. The Invisibility Cloak was still, miraculously, untouched inside. She wrapped it around herself. "Do what he asks of you, regardless of the consequences," Bellatrix answered macabrely. "The Dark Lord is our Master and it is shameful for you to question him." "The Dark Lord is your Master," Narcissa said crossly. Ginny approached the door, preparing herself. "Hush!" Lucius said. "Dissonance, wherever it is expressed, will only cause retribution. Bella is right." She'd never spelled so quickly in her life. Thrusting herself into the room, she locked onto Bellatrix first and stunned her, moving swiftly to Lucius and then Narcissa, who was so shocked she hadn't even attempted to reach for her wand. She bound each of them, but this time she obliviated all three of them. Ginny would never exist to them. "Accio wand," she said and her wand flew toward her from a drawer in the next room. Snape's wand strewn aside, she looked over Bellatrix and sought after some kind of revenge. She thought to cut off all of her hair but Ginny thought that that would only serve as an improvement on the belligerent woman's countenance and decided instead on a more personal offense. When satisfied with her handiwork, she ...

... turned. As if she were gazing again at the mounds of Egyptian gold she'd once seen on summer holiday, she saw the cup and diary sitting side by side on the counter. She couldn't believe her luck, and before she began crying she dropped them into her bag and Disapparated. Finding comfort in the forest, Ginny arrived in a heavily wooded area nearby the Manor, as she was too weak to go very far. Adrenaline still rushing through her, she emptied her bag entirely. The cup, the diary, and a basilisk fang glittered before her like consolation prizes. She ordered them side by side very carefully. The horcruxes could not fight back or defend themselves using mind games like before. No, Ginny's mind was already too beaten. The cup seemed to accept that there was nothing it could do to fracture Ginny's resolve and when she lifted the fang and plunged it into the side it whimpered and screamed and was nothing. Destroying the cup was so therapeutic that she stabbed it again, and she smiled. She turned to the diary, ready to have it be gone altogether. It had caused her so much torment in the past that destroying it would be ten times the relief of the cup. But Ginny stopped, her arms lifted in midair above the wretched diary. Her chest heaved but she couldn't manage to bring down the fang to stab the diary. It was as if her hands were held up by rope, suspended by more than just fear. It was then that she realized it. "What are you waiting for?" said a voice behind her. Severus Snape. She ...