Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... Borgin down on a chair and tied him to the armrests, before Daphne pulled out a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. She took a deep breath as she uncorked it. "Are you sure this will work?" she asked, looking at Harry. Harry nodded. "We followed all the instructions correctly, and it looks the way it's supposed to. Just put three drops on his tongue." Daphne complied, opening the unconscious man's mouth with little difficulty. Harry tried not to feel too guilty about what they were doing. The research Harry and his friends had done over the last year had told them that Voldemort had worked for Borgin and Burkes after graduation. It was possible that the remaining owner of the store might know something, even if he didn't know that he knew. And the sad truth was that this was war. Harry knew it was a slippery slope, and if he and his friends weren't careful, they could end up falling further than was acceptable. After all, the excuse of war had been what had caused his godfather to spend twelve years in Azkaban without a trial. So even though Harry knew it was necessary, he still couldn't get rid of the sick feeling in his gut. Ginny told him it was a good thing that he felt guilty, and reassured him that he wasn't evil for doing what was necessary. Once the potion was administered, a quick Enervate had Borgin awake. His eyes were glazed over, an indication that the potion was working. Knowing that they only had so long, and not wanting to risk what might happen if ...

... someone were to discover their presence, Harry got right to the questions. He asked a few to get a baseline, and make sure the Veritaserum was working the way it should. After getting responses for his name, his business, and his former partner, they got down to the more important questions. "Mr. Borgin, do you remember an employee of yours called Tom Riddle?" Borgin continued to stare straight ahead. "Yes." "Tell us about him." "He started working here right after graduation. Great employee. Great at getting people to part with their valuables for only a fraction of what they'd be worth in resale," Borgin almost smirked, but the potion kept him from showing any real emotion. Harry grimaced at the greedy shopkeeper. "Did he ever seem particularly interested in anything?" Borgin nodded. "Old Hepzibah Smith had lots of items I'd have loved to get my hands on. Tom went over there many times to try and convince her to sell. More than was really necessary, but he was good at the job. Hepzibah was always a hard egg. Liked to hoard her treasures, she did. But Tom could convince her to part with lots of pricey items. I sold her an old locket way back when. Would have loved to have gotten it back when she died." Harry frowned slightly. "Tell us about the locket." "Big and solid. An 'S' on the front, in emeralds." Borgin was nearly drooling. "Bought it off a ragamuffin more'n seventy years ago. Got a great deal, I did. Woman was covered in rags, near 'bout to pop, she was so pregnant. Didn't ...