Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... other giants had been knocked out and lay unmoving on the ground. Somehow Ginny had managed to extricate herself from their rage. "The inn is demolished. Were there still people inside?" Ginny asked. "I don't know, you lot were the last in there." The door frame could only allow someone small to fit through. "You help Remus. I'll look here." Ginny crawled beneath the destroyed door frame. Everything inside the inn was crushed, including the table the Muggles had huddled beneath before. All of them were gone. "Help!" she heard someone call feebly. It sounded like a little boy. Pressing her front to the ground, she army crawled along the wooden floor boards, ignoring the pinch of every splinter forming in her arms and legs and the gnawing pain in her broken arm. Using her wand, Ginny pushed stray parts of furniture out of her way. A large pillar blocked her from a woman and small boy pressed into her lap. They were curled up in a corner, faces smudged with dirt and a few minor cuts. Another man lay face down, unconscious. "Don't!" The woman said. Ginny followed her gaze up the ceiling which was cracked. The only thing holding it up, or struggling to hold it up, was the pillar. Without moving it though, she couldn't reach the boy and his mother, or the man. They were trapped. "Is he alive?" Ginny asked. "I… I don't know." "I need you to check for me." But the woman shook her head and held onto her son more firmly. "Listen to me. Your son can fit under the pillar and come to ...

... me. I'll protect him and I'll get you out too, but I need to know if that man is alive," Ginny said calmly. She wanted to yell at the woman but she knew it wouldn't do any good. The woman remained still but the boy wiggled, trying to extricate himself from her embrace. "What's your name?" Ginny asked him. He had dark hair, much like Harry's, and freckles across his nose. He was maybe four or five. "John." "Hi. I'm Ginny. Can you help me?" Bravely, John nodded. He kept squirming, still trying to leave his mother. "Calm down, let your mum hold you. She's scared and that's ok. She doesn't want you to get hurt." John sat still and held onto his mother's hand. "Very good. Can you tell me what happened to the man?" "His head got hit." "Is he bleeding?" John nodded his hand. The inn shook again and the ceiling wavered. Ginny suspected the giant was coming to. John's mother started crying. "Alright, what's your mum's name?" "Lucy." "Lucy, listen to me. The inn is going to fall and if we don't get out we all will die. Let go of John. He's safer over here." Slowly, as if in a trance, Lucy released her grip on her son, and John crawled to Ginny through the small space between the pillar, the floor, and the furniture holding the pillar. He lie flat on the floor like Ginny but faced away, toward the door. "How are you going to lift the pillar?" Lucy asked, her voice shaking. "Don't worry about that. Just trust me. Can you check his pulse?" Lucy moved herself inch by inch, her eyes darting ...