Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... Zonkos down on Hannah and Terry, and then he moved, and it was Hermione standing there, shielding him while he took out two Death Eaters firing spells at a group of third years attempting to take cover in an alley next to Gladrags. Throughout it all, though, Ginny was a steady presence at his back, protecting him, and he, her. "Where the hell is help?" Harry growled, firing a blasting hex at the wall behind two Death Eaters. He felt satisfaction in seeing the wall crumble and fall on top of Voldemort's supporters. Ginny shrugged, not pausing in her own casting. "Out to lunch?" she suggested. Harry rolled his eyes and concentrated on the fight. It felt like hours before they heard the crack that signified apparation. Harry was prepared to defend against the new threat, but relaxed slightly when he recognized several members of Dumbledore's Order, as well as a few Aurors – including Tonks, Frank, and Alice – and returned to the problem at hand. A short time later, the Death Eaters had all portkeyed away. It appeared that they had linked portkeys, because the ones who were unconscious disappeared as well. Harry lowered his wand slightly, but didn't completely let down his guard, just in case. He was pleased to see the rest of the students behaving similarly. Moody was at the front of the crowd, and nodded approvingly at the caution the students were displaying. "Good, Potter. Never let down your guard." Harry tightened his grip on his wand. "What was the first spell Moody ...

... taught my class in our fourth year?" Moody snorted. "Wouldn't know, would I? I was trapped in a trunk." Harry nodded and relaxed a little more. Moody turned and started barking orders to the rest of the new arrivals, while Harry took stock of the students. "Blaise, Daphne," he called out, relieved that the two were all right. "Get the injured organized." He turned back to Moody. "I assume Dumbledore will be sending medical assistance? I have a feeling we're going to need it." Moody pursed his lips and nodded once. "I'll see where we stand on that," he replied, turning away once more. The attitude the former Auror displayed clearly told Harry that the headmaster had not thought that far. Blaise, Daphne, and Luna started triaging the injured, getting those who were less hurt in a group, and organizing other students to help stabilize those who were more seriously wounded. Harry looked around at the destruction of the village, now that there was nothing pressing that needed to be seen to. Buildings destroyed. Blood in the streets. It was madness. It was horrible. The students who weren't injured were calling out for friends or siblings, or helping see to the wounded. Townspeople who had joined in the fight were doing much the same. Harry could see at least five bodies not moving at all, and his stomach lurched painfully as he noted that two of them had to be school aged or younger. Ginny put her hand in his, and Harry looked down into her compassionate gaze. "Come on," she said ...