Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... Death Eaters. Daphne had looked around for Harry and the others, but hadn't seen them. Knowing that she didn't have much time, she had grasped onto the arm of her sister, thankful that Astoria had stuck close, and taken them back to their home. Cyrus nearly flew down the stairs, not even pausing before he grabbed his daughters tightly. "Oh thank Merlin," he breathed. "Dad?" Daphne asked in a small voice, muffled by the cloth of her father's shirt. Cyrus pulled away. "I was at Diagon Alley this morning," he informed them. "The Alley's in ruins." Both girls gasped. "What?" Astoria asked, shocked. Cyrus nodded. "Come, let's get something to eat, and I'll tell you what's happened today." Together, the trio headed to the kitchen, where they sat at the small table as one of the house elves whipped up a meal for them. In between bites, Cyrus informed the girls about the Ministry and the Alley, to their shock and fear. "What does this mean?" Daphne asked when he finished. Cyrus sighed. "Amelia had safeguards in place so that the government could be run underground if need be. The building was lost. As for the Alley… it won't be too populated for a while." Daphne bit her lip. "I wish I knew that the others were all right. I couldn't see Harry before we left. After Dumbledore fell, it was just chaos. I couldn't waste any time." Cyrus nodded in understanding. "You did the right thing, sweetie. It may not feel like it right now, but you got yourself and your sister out of there alive. ...

... That's what Harry would have wanted. I'm sure he had the means to get himself out as well." Daphne nodded shakily, but it didn't ease her worry. Cyrus smiled slightly. "Try not to brood, Daphne. I'm sure Harry will find a way to get in touch with you. I will attempt to contact Sirius and Druella, to see if they have any more information." Daphne looked eager for news. "Can you tell me if Blaise is all right?" Cyrus' smile widened minutely as he nodded his agreement, and made to get up from the table. Before he could complete the motion, Zibby popped in once more. "This letter be arriving for Mistress," she squeaked, handing the parchment to Daphne. With a murmured thanks, Daphne unfurled the short note. This portkey will activate at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Prepare for a lengthy stay. There was no signature, but Daphne knew Harry's handwriting. Cyrus frowned. "Is everything all right, Daphne?" Daphne looked up at her father. "I'm going to go away for a while," she informed him. Her expression was serious and filled with grim determination. Astoria looked startled, but Cyrus just sighed, closing his eyes. "Something you must do, I assume." Daphne nodded. "Harry needs me." No more words needed to be said, and Cyrus knew that even if he did protest, Daphne would go anyway. She was seventeen after all, and he couldn't stop her. "Be careful, and try to let me know that you're all right once in a while," he said softly. Daphne stood up and gave him a hug, before she turned to ...