Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... finger would mean shield, two would mean offensive, destructive hexes, such as the blasting hex or reducto, three meant offensive hexes that were not destructive, like cutting curses, four was physical defense, and so on. The number of times they tapped their leg related to how many minutes before they were to cast whatever spell. He turned back to Malfoy, though he kept one eye on Ginny. She was subtly maneuvering her wand so that it was pointed backwards, towards the Death Eater holding her. As he threw thinly veiled insults and not so thinly veiled refusals to cooperate back at the Malfoy Lord, he felt, rather than heard, Neville getting their friends ready. He mentally counted down. Ten seconds. Five. Three. Two. One. "Reducto!" he shouted, and heard eight other voices crying out the same spell. All around him, shelves with prophecies were blasted apart, the orbs shattering into thousands of pieces, the silvery beings contained inside released, spouting off a few words before disintegrating. The best part about it for Harry was the Death Eater holding Ginny being thrown back thirty feet before he fell to the ground, not moving. Clearly, a reducto to the stomach at point blank range by a powerful witch was not something that could just be walked off. "Come on," he said hurriedly, leading his friends further down the aisle, running away from the Death Eaters who were now starting to get back on their feet to chase them. They reached the end of the room, and found a door, ...

... as the shouts of the Death Eaters grew louder. Wasting no time, Harry pushed the door open and led them inside. "Lock it," he said tersely. Hermione did so instantly, and they stayed there for a minute, listening. On the other side, Malfoy was shouting out orders. "Rodolphus, Rabastian, Bellatrix, go that way. Rookwood, Avery, you're together. Mulicber, Macnair, Nott, team up. Crabbe, Goyle, you're with me." "Oi, we don't take orders from you, Malfoy," one of the Death Eaters sneered. Malfoy cut him off quickly. "Now's not the time. Find Potter." His voice was hard and tight, and Harry knew he was imagining what Voldemort would do if they lost him. He jerked his head to his friends, indicating that they head away from the door. They moved through a strange room filled with timepieces, passed a strange bell jar that contained a small bird, and into another room that caused them to float through the air, amongst representations of planets and stars. Suddenly, a door opened, and they heard a shout. "Got 'em!" They all tried to get away, but Ginny, as the last one in the group, got snagged by the Death Eater. He pulled on her ankle as she struggled. Ginny! She heard Harry's mental voice, and growled. She then proceeded to blow up whatever planet they were floating beside in the Death Eater's face, causing him to tumble backwards, as she hurriedly caught up with the rest. She winced as she put her weight on the ankle the Death Eater had grabbed. Back on solid ground with gravity ...