Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... slightly as he saw Susan currently unpacking her trunk in the bedroom. Neville glanced behind him, and blushed slightly as he shrugged. Harry didn't say anything. He wasn't going to regulate where his friends chose to sleep. If they wanted to share rooms, well, who was he to judge? The group of six met back in the hallway fifteen minutes later, and wandered back down the stairs to find the dining room. In the entryway, they were met by Mimsy, who showed them to the room in question, which housed a magnificent cherry wood table that could seat forty people comfortably. At one end was an impressive spread set up for them, with four elves waiting off to one side. Mimsy eagerly introduced the elves as Flora, Mugsy, Hattie, and Tamsy. Harry smiled at each of them, and introduced his friends. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," he said, as they sat down to eat. The elves all looked like they might start crying at the kindness, and promptly popped away to get back to their jobs. Over lunch, they discussed any next steps to make. Ginny bit her lip. "I hope Selene and Crookshanks are all right," she commented worriedly. Hermione gasped softly. "Oh, I didn't even think about that!" she cried. Harry, Ron, and Neville had released their owls to fly home, but Hermione and Ginny had had their cats in carry boxes. Harry rested a hand on Ginny's arm. "I'm sure they're fine. They're smart cats, they would have gotten away from the fight." Ginny nodded slightly, but her ...

... expression didn't clear. Harry sighed, and removed his hand. "I need to get a message to Aunt Minerva," he said. "We need to find out what happened after we left, and what happened at the Ministry and Diagon Alley. I also want to get Blaise, Daphne, and Luna here." "Charmed portkey letters?" Ginny suggested. "Have them activate a specific time, so that they can be prepared with all their things." Harry nodded. "That's a good idea. But I'm not really sure how to get a letter to all of them. We don't have any owls, and even if we did, I think there are too many ways a note could be intercepted." Mimsy popped in at that moment. "If Master Harry writes a letter, Mimsy can deliver it." Harry smiled. "Thank you, Mimsy. I'll let you know when they're ready." Mimsy beamed and popped away. Susan chuckled. "I guess that's settled." Harry bit his lip as he thought about what to put in the letters, and then turned to the group. "Why don't you all explore a little, and I'll write these notes. I'll meet up with you in a bit." They agreed, and Harry excused himself from the table to find a study. XXX Minerva was exhausted as she nearly collapsed onto the chair in the sitting room. What a day. It had been a hard fight, and they had been badly outmatched. It was a miracle they had held up as well as they had. In the end, the Death Eaters had retreated to the castle, holding it down and forcing students and professors alike to make for the village, where they all Flooed or apparated away to their ...