Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... unwrapped it. It was a book. Harry looked up, confused. He already owned the seventh year Charms textbook, having received it as a gift from Aunt Minerva for his birthday the summer before. This copy also looked rather worn. Ginny just smiled. "Open it," she said softly. Harry did so, and then felt his breath catch in his throat. There, written on the inside cover, was the name Lily Evans. He looked back up at Ginny. The fourth year leaned closer, resting her hand over his. "Professor McGonagall helped me a little. She said that a lot of students donate their used textbooks to the library when they graduate, and she was sure your parents did. I spent the last six weeks searching through old books. I was hoping to find a book of your dad's as well, but no luck. You should really read through it. There's a lot of handwritten notes in the margins. Your mum was a genius." Harry nodded distractedly, and flipped through a few pages. He saw a few recipes written on the pages, instructions for potions he was sure she invented herself; there were a few paragraphs that looked almost like journal entries, some that seemed to be spells she had invented. His heart thudded painfully as he saw, written over and over again on the back cover, 'Lily Potter. Mrs. Lily Potter. Mrs. James Potter. Lily Evans Potter,' and several other variations of the name. There were tears in his eyes as he thanked Ginny, hugging her tightly, trying to convey everything he was thinking. Ginny just smiled and ...

... returned the hug. She understood. _ _ _ Chapter 18 Disclaimer: not mine As January turned to February, and February to March, Harry and his friends were busier than they could ever remember being. Between classes, homework, the DA, Quidditch practice, and Prefect duties for Harry, Hermione, and Susan, it was a wonder they got any sleep at all. Slytherin just barely beat Hufflepuff towards the end of the month, and Hufflepuff narrowly won against Ravenclaw in March. All eyes would be on the final match, between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw at the beginning of May. With the way the points stood, as long as Gryffindor won, they would win the Cup. At Hogwarts, Snape had kept his word, and was treating the Gryffindors, if not well, at least neutrally. It was so different and unexpected that more than one Gryffindor wondered if perhaps the world was coming to an end. Harry and his friends spent one dreary afternoon at Hagrid's in late March, interrogating him on his injuries. It had been months, and he yet he still sported recent bruises and cuts. Something was going on, and they wanted to know what it was. Under the scrutiny of the six teenagers, Hagrid broke down and told them about his half brother, Grawp. He had smuggled the giant back with him, and was now hiding him in the forest. He wanted to introduce them, but at least had the presence of mind to know that it wouldn't be safe for them until he had Grawp a little more trained. Harry was worried about a Giant taking up residence in ...