Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... shrugged. "They're scared. Albus was a staple in our world; none of us have ever imagined a life without him there." Moody growled. "They need to be prepared for anything. Constant vigilance." Sirius shook his head. "Not everyone is as paranoid as you, Mad-Eye." He stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to Amelia. Minerva, I'll see you soon." Minerva nodded, and watched as Sirius left the room, catching up with Remus, Tonks, Molly, and Arthur by the door. Moody harrumphed. "They should be. This isn't a time to be soft." Minerva stood up. "Alastor, I understand, but Sirius is right. Not everyone is used to being as wary as you. They're trying. I should return to my home now. Good day." She left the room, heading to the Floo. She was unsure if she should continue meeting with the Order. It didn't seem like they were accomplishing anything, and she had better things to do than sit in a room and listen to people yell at each other. XXX Back at the Castle, Harry and Daphne shared what they had learned, which really wasn't that much, but at least they knew how Voldemort had gotten the locket, though it didn't help them now. After lunch, they all spent the remainder of the afternoon in the library, researching. Hermione's hesitant cough interrupted them as Harry was starting to think about dinner. "Harry? Can you take a look at this?" Harry glanced up, and saw his friend's confused expression, as she stared down at the tattered book in her hands. "What's up, Hermione?" ...

... he asked, concerned. Hermione looked around at the group, who were all watching her with varying expressions of worry. She bit her lip. "I was looking through a row of books in the very back of the library, and I found this journal. It looks handwritten and very old." "Who wrote it?" Harry asked, interested. He wondered if it was a memoir from one of his relatives. Hermione glanced at the front of the book. "Ignotus Peverell. From the dates, he probably lived and died generations before the Founders." "So what's in his journal that's got you so confused?" Ron asked, leaning forward. Hermione shrugged slightly. "This recount he has, it's just interesting. It talks about how he and his two brothers acquired these objects. His eldest brother had an unbeatable wand, while his middle brother, a stone that could supposedly bring the dead back to life. And he had an invisibility cloak for himself, one that would never fail." Neville tilted his head to the side. "That sounds sort of like the Tale of the Three Brothers." "The what?" Harry asked, interested. Hermione also seemed confused, so Neville told them the bedtime story he had heard many times, about the three brothers who had encountered Death late one evening. He had been angry because they had cheated him of his prize, by managing to build a bridge to get them across a deep gorge; however, he had hidden his fury, and granted them each a request. "The eldest brother wanted a wand that would never fail, so Death plucked a branch ...