Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... seem like a fairytale, but the wand is pretty easily traceable. It pops up from time to time, under different names, of course, but the signs are there. The Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, all claim to be unbeatable wands." Hermione frowned. "Ok, so that might be true, but – " "And Harry's got an invisibility cloak," Ron cut in. Hermione rolled her eyes. "They're rare, Ron, but not unheard of." "But a cloak that holds up for years without losing any power?" Neville asked, looking at Harry with interest. "Most invisibility cloaks tend to wear out after fifteen or twenty years. But you've had yours for a while, right?" Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Dumbledore gave it back to me in first year, and it was my dad's before that. Sirius said it's a family heirloom. It's definitely held up for way more than twenty years, without losing any power." Ron's eyes widened. "This journal is by the youngest brother. What if your cloak is the same one he got from Death!" They all looked at him, and he sighed exasperatedly. "Ok, so maybe he didn't get it from Death, but what if it's the same one from the story?" Hermione shook her head. "I just don't believe in something like objects that make someone the Master of Death. And nothing can bring back the dead. Such a stone just can't exist." "Why not?" Blaise asked reasonably. Hermione spluttered for a moment. "Come on, you can't seriously believe in something like that!" she finally managed to get out. "It's impossible." "How can you be so ...

... certain?" Luna asked. "Didn't we have this conversation last year?" Hermione grimaced slightly at the reminder of the discussion they had had on the train the previous June, but shook her head. "I've never seen anything to support the claim." "You've never seen anything that doesn't support it, either," Luna countered. "They're right, Hermione," Harry put in, softly. "Remember, once upon a time, magic wasn't real to you, either." Hermione lowered her head, but agreed not to rule out the possibility. Just because she had never seen anything that suggested the existence of such an object, didn't mean it couldn't be out there. After all, she couldn't very well go out and test all of the stones in the world, could she? "So you're descended from the Peverells, then?" Neville asked, interested, looking at Harry. He remembered the name from his studies when he was younger. They used to be a well-known family, but they had died out or changed their name more than five hundred years ago. Harry nodded. "It would seem so." He frowned and pulled the drawing Luna had made towards him. "Harry?" Ginny asked, concerned. Harry bit his lip and stood up. "I'll be right back," he said quickly, almost running as he left the library. Everyone turned to look at Ginny. The redhead shrugged. "He's had a thought. He's definitely concerned by it, though." They all looked a little worried, and waited in silence until Harry returned, a few minutes later. He looked around at them, and held out the ring they ...