Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... homes or somewhere safe. Those that were able assisted any injured in getting clear of the battlefield. There were far too many who had been hurt, but Minerva was fairly certain they had gotten most of the wounded out of danger. It was official: Hogwarts was closed. Voldemort had very clearly announced his intention to hold the castle against the light, and there would be no retaking it until the Dark Lord was gone. The fire flared briefly, and Minerva jumped to her feet as a haggard Sirius and Remus tumbled in. They looked up and sighed in relief at seeing the Transfiguration Mistress well. Minerva frowned. "How bad was it?" she asked worriedly. Sirius groaned. "The Death Eaters seemed intent on causing as much mayhem as possible. There were so many of them, and not nearly enough of us." Minerva nodded grimly. "Understood." Remus sat down shakily. "Eventually they all portkeyed away, but not before the Alley was in shambles. We stayed to help out as much as we could, getting people to St. Mungos and the like. I have a feeling the Alley's going to be pretty empty for a while." It hurt to hear, but not knowing was even worse, Minerva mused. She was so used to Diagon Alley being a place of cheer and joy, with people spending a day out shopping with friends, or meeting up for lunch at the Cauldron. She sighed. "How many casualties?" She was almost afraid of the answer. Sirius swallowed. "I'm not sure how many deaths," he admitted. "Madam Malkin had to be taken to the hospital, ...

... as did Fortescue. Ollivander's missing." Minerva gasped lightly. "What do you mean?" Remus shook his head. "We saw some Death Eaters go in and drag him out, but we weren't in a position to assist. We're not sure what they want with him." Minerva felt a few tears leak from her eyes. Ollivander had been a staple in the Alley for decades. She remembered buying her first wand from him, on her eleventh birthday. Sirius rubbed a hand across his face. "More shopkeepers and visitors to the Alley were injured as well. For the Order, we lost Hestia and Dedalus. Bill, Fleur, and the twins are fine, though," he assured her. "We saw them helping out after the fighting was over." Minerva nodded, still thinking about how much had been lost in just one day. The fire flared again, and they all stepped forward quickly, gasping in surprise as Amelia stumbled out. Sirius quickly reached out and grabbed his wife in a tight embrace. Amelia held him just as securely, crying tears that she had been holding in for a while. After a few minutes, they separated as they sat down on a loveseat, though Sirius continued to hold her hand, as Minerva asked what had happened at the Ministry, taking a seat in an armchair. Amelia shook her head slightly. "The building's lost," she reported grimly. "I told my senior staff to meet at the secure location by morning. I have no idea what happened to Kingsley or Rufus, or any of the others." She closed her eyes briefly. "Percy's dead." Minerva gasped again, her hand ...