Harry Potter Promise NR.2 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.2

... down, embarrassed. "Well, the Sorting Hat did want to put me in Slytherin," he admitted, almost afraid of how she might take it. Minerva's only response was a quirked eyebrow. "What made it change its mind?" she asked curiously. Harry looked up when he didn't hear any disgust in her tone. He shrugged. "I had met Malfoy first. I didn't ask for Gryffindor, I just didn't want to be in the same house as that racist prick." Minerva's eyes danced as she commented, "I should reprimand your language, but I've spent enough time teaching that boy to know that your description is more than accurate." Harry grinned, and Minerva was quick to add, "But if you repeat that for anyone, you will be grounded until you are thirty." That caused Amelia to laugh, bringing their attention back to their visitor. Amelia shuffled her notes on her lap, and brought the meeting back to the business they had to attend to. "Now that it is just the three of us, I was hoping to talk about Sirius Black. Mr. Potter, I have been informed that you have a way of getting in touch with him?" Minerva and Harry shared a knowing look, before Minerva excused herself for a moment. Harry and Amelia sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, before Harry asked, "You're related to Susan Bones, right?" Amelia nodded, perplexed. "She's my niece. I am also her guardian, as her parents – my brother and sister-in-law – were killed in the war." Harry nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said compassionately. And Amelia knew he ...

... really understood. He had lost his parents as well. If anyone understood the crushing weight of grief, it would be Harry Potter. Harry shifted in his seat. "Would you tell her I said hello?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly. That surprised Amelia. "Of course," she agreed, "Though I wasn't aware the two of you were such good friends." Harry looked a little embarrassed. "We're not, really," he admitted. "But even though we're in different houses, we're still in the same year, and Susan's always been nice to me. I'd like to try and cultivate better relationships with my classmates from now on. I've come to realize that I've sort of isolated myself the past few years. Ron and Hermione are my best friends, but there are a lot of other great people attending Hogwarts that I would probably want to get to know." Amelia was impressed, and she said so. Harry's face turned a light pink color, though he also seemed pleased with the praise. The moment was interrupted by Minerva, returning to the room looking uncharacteristically nervous. Trailing in behind her, looking grim, was wanted fugitive Sirius Black. _ _ _ Chapter 8 Wow, this has to be a record for me. Seven chapters, and over one hundred reviews already! Thank you guys so much! Disclaimer: not mine Amelia stared. She blinked once. Twice. Finally, she turned back to Harry. "Well, that's one way of getting in touch with him." Harry grinned, and Sirius let out a bark of laughter. Amelia stood up from her seat, and hesitantly stepped ...