Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... fully in effect, it hurt a lot more. "Are you all right?" Harry asked, concerned. Ginny grit her teeth. "It's not broken," she assured him. "I think it's just a sprain." Harry nodded, worried. "Let's keep moving," he told them, his arm snaking around Ginny's to help her walk. Neville came up to them, and muttered a spell that caused bandages to wrap around Ginny's ankle. "That should help a little," he said quietly. Ginny tested her weight, and while it was mildly painful and stiff, she could walk. "Thanks," she said, relieved. They moved through three or four more rooms, before they found themselves in a large airy chamber. There were stone benches lining it, almost like a coliseum, and in the center, on a dais, was a huge arch. Harry furrowed his brow as he looked at the arch. "Do you hear that?" he asked his friends. Most of them shook their heads. "Harry, we need to keep moving," Hermione admonished, looking behind her as if expecting Death Eaters to pop up at any moment. Well, it was a valid fear at the moment. Ginny followed Harry as he moved down towards the arch. "I hear it too," she breathed. "What is that?" Luna was the next to follow. "Death holds many secrets," she commented quietly. "Even the wisest cannot hope to understand." Harry looked over sharply. "Death?" he asked, taken aback. Ginny leaned back slightly, trying to put a little distance between her and the arch. Luna nodded serenely. "Death is no more than passing from one room into another. The next ...

... great adventure." "Are you certain?" Harry asked, his voice soft. Luna's gaze shifted to him. "Nothing is ever certain," she admonished lightly. "Certainty blinds you to the obvious." Harry rather felt she was pointing that jibe more at Hermione than himself, given the other witch's propensity for disputing every mythical creature that came out of Luna's mouth. Luna smiled. "Do not despair. Death hears your struggles; he sees your fears, he soothes your hurts. Death favors you, Harry Potter." Harry felt something like a shiver make its way up his spine. "Is that the next room, you were talking about?" he asked curiously, trying to ignore the way Luna's eyes pierced him. Luna turned back to the arch. "Our loved ones always have a way of coming back to us, sometimes in ways we least expect." And as Harry's attention focused on the arch, he thought he could hear a whisper in a female voice. "Harry…" And then softer. "Don't give up. We love you." Wide eyed, he turned back to Luna. "How…" He was cut off as several doors to the room blasted open, and Death Eaters began entering. The eight friends prepared for a fight, standing back to back in a circle so that they could cover all angles. "Don't be silly, boy," Malfoy's drawl could be heard once more. "All we want is the prophecy. Get it for us, and this needs to go no further." "Yeah right," Ron muttered under his breath. Harry had to hold in his snort. He agreed wholeheartedly. He glanced to his left, and shared a look with Neville. ...