Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... kill you. I'm just sorry I won't be able to see it." And with that, he hurled an object at the ground. It appeared to be a vial of some sort of potion. The glass shattered, causing a smoky vapor to emerge from it. Malfoy and his goons were clearly prepared, and didn't react, however, Harry and Ginny immediately bent over, coughing. Harry! Ginny shouted mentally, as she felt herself bowled over by a large object – or two. Crabbe and Goyle really were built like trolls. Ginny! Harry responded, his eyes watering as he tried to see her. His wand flew out of its holster with a flick of the wrist, but it was too late. Through the tears brought on by whatever noxious gas Malfoy had inflicted on the hallway, he saw the Slytherin git throw something at him. Unfortunately, his reflexes were dimmed, and he couldn't dodge the object. He felt the unpleasant twist behind his navel, and groaned mentally as he vanished from the hallway at Hogwarts. Not again… _ _ _ Chapter 20 I apologize that my layout for the Department of Mysteries is completely wrong. This was how it came out when I wrote it, and I did look at a few sources online, but they all say that it is next to impossible to actually map the Department, so I just made it up as I went along. And seriously, guys, your reviews make me teary-eyed! Thank you so much for the support, and your wonderful comments! I promise that I will be finishing this series, so those of you who are worried, don't be. I am planning two more stories after ...

... this one, to account for Harry's sixth and seventh year. It might take a while, since I have procrastination down to an art (I am currently stuck around chapter six of the next story) but I promise it will happen. Disclaimer: not mine Ginny groaned as she stood up, clutching her head in pain. There was a sickly sweet stench in the air around her, and with a start, she remembered the events that had just occurred. A glance at her watch told her that she had been out roughly fifteen minutes. Oh Merlin. Harry… Ginny? Ginny started, looking around. Harry? Where are you? She felt Harry look around, and saw through his eyes as he did so. The Ministry of Magic, they both said together. Ginny bit her lip, already rushing towards Gryffindor Tower. Harry, how is this possible? We've never been able to keep in contact across long distances before. Harry shrugged mentally. Maybe it's just the bond getting stronger. We have noticed that lately. We'll talk about it later. Right now, I need you to contact Aunt Minerva. Tell her where I am. Malfoy threw a portkey at me. And remember what he said. If I don't get out of here soon, I have a feeling I'll be facing Voldemort, and no matter how advanced I am for my age, I'm not ready for that. Ginny nodded mentally. Already on it, she informed him, reaching the Fat Lady's portrait and giving her the password hurriedly. Harry gave his agreement, looking around him. He recognized where he was, partly because of Umbridge's trial. If he were to take a ...