Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... lost. "Let's go," Frank said shortly, grabbing his wife's hand and hurrying towards the various entrance and exit stations. Around them, people were rushing in all directions, trying to find some way to leave. The evacuation signal was something that they all learned about when starting at the Ministry, but this was the first time in memory that it had been used. Not even during the last war with Voldemort had anyone had to push one of the three buttons that would send off the signal. Frank knew that there was one hidden in the Minister's office, one in the DMLE Head's office, and one in a location unknown. Only the Minister and the Head of the DMLE knew where the third button was located. The Floos were all blocked off, but the apparation platform was still there, and potentially usable, if they could get past the crowd of Death Eaters defending it. Frank tugged Alice's arm towards the visitor's entrance. "It's our best bet," he assured her. Indeed, no one was blocking that exit, so together, the two piled themselves into the small lift, stopping only briefly to tug a shaken Madeline Woodward, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, in with them, as she had been hit with a jinx right as she had reached the lift. The woman was moaning and shaking, but seemed all right, to the Longbottoms' relief. Frank quickly pressed the correct buttons, and all were relieved as the lift shuddered and began to rise. XXX Harry! Ginny shouted, relief sweeping over her as she spotted her ...

... husband in the crowd. Harry looked up, and felt a knot in his chest loosen as he barreled his way forward, pulling Hermione with him. "Thank Merlin," Ron muttered, hugging Hermione. Harry smiled slightly at his friends, before giving a shout and pushing them out of the way of a bright orange curse that hurtled their way. The couple got to their feet shakily a moment later. "Thanks," Ron said, swallowing hard. Harry just nodded, but any reply was cut off by Ginny's scream. He looked over quickly, but was confused to see that she looked perfectly fine. Her gaze was transfixed on something over his shoulder. Slowly, Harry turned. Dumbledore was lying on the ground, in a spread-eagle position. His glasses were crooked on his face, and there was a trickle of blood running from his mouth and nose. He didn't appear to be breathing, and his eyes were wide open and glassy, staring sightlessly up at the overcast sky. Hermione turned as well, and pressed her hands to her mouth, horrified. Over the headmaster's dead body, Voldemort was standing, a leer of pride on his twisted mouth. He bent over and picked up Dumbledore's wand, holding it in front of him. "Lord Voldemort always wins," he crowed. Students, professors, and Death Eaters alike stopped to watch the Dark Lord, some with horror on their faces, others with eagerness. Voldemort turned slightly, and his red eyes focused on Harry. He smirked. Harry gulped. He couldn't take on this fight right now. They weren't ready. A force slammed into ...