Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... everyone the update on the teenagers. Minerva frowned. "Bill? Has something happened? Fleur was very vague when she told us you had been called away last night." Bill smiled slightly. "Everything's fine. I was out all night, helping a few… friends." Minerva narrowed her gaze, and Molly gasped. "Bill? Have you – " Bill nodded quickly. "They're fine," he assured them. "They just needed my help with something. But I've seen all of them, and they're well." The entire table let out a sigh of relief, particularly those whose children were a part of the group of teenagers. "They're really all right?" Cyrus asked urgently, staring intently at the redhead. Bill nodded again. "They are; they said to say hello, and to tell you all that they miss you, but they're doing fine." Everyone relaxed, as Bill focused on Minerva. Jerking his head slightly, he made a silent request to speak with his former professor in private. Looking concerned, Minerva excused herself from the table, and followed Bill to a nearby empty room. Once they were alone, Bill had to smile at the nervous expression on the Transfiguration Mistress' face. "Relax, Minerva, they're really all right. I just wanted to tell you that that… task, Harry and the others are undertaking, is progressing well." Minerva inhaled sharply. "That's what they needed your assistance for?" Bill nodded. "It was a success, and they're one step closer." Minerva exhaled, and almost slumped in relief. "I can't believe they managed to find it. It ...

... was like searching for a needle in a haystack." Bill shrugged. "Harry said it took them nearly a week of searching every night, and once they found it, another three nights before they called for me. It took us the entire night and part of the morning to bring down the wards and get the… object." Minerva sighed. "I am relieved that it was a success. Thank you for telling me, Bill, and I am glad Harry and the others are well. Harry didn't tell me of their progress the last time we spoke." Bill furrowed his brow. "You've been in contact?" Minerva nodded. "He sends a letter once a week, to let me know everything is all right. He hasn't told me much of their search though. Likely it is because he doesn't feel comfortable putting anything on paper, even if the letters come directly to me via house elf, and I burn them after I have read them." Bill lifted one shoulder. "They're being cautious. Harry doesn't want anything to get out, and that means not sharing too much with anyone, no matter how much you trust them. There's always a chance." Minerva nodded in understanding. "As much as I hate to say it, he's learning from his parents mistakes. They thought they could trust Peter, and look how that turned out." She sighed. "I do get it, I just wish it wasn't necessary." Bill smiled slightly. "Some day, it won't be." He glanced at his watch. "We should get back, or my wife will come in here and drag me back to stuff me full of food, while giving me quite a lecture at how bad it is to go ...