Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... The Longbottom heir nodded, just once. He was ready. On his right, Ginny stood firm and tall, despite her injured ankle. We protect each other, Harry. Let's do this. Harry smirked. She was right. He remembered the words Ron had said to him after Umbridge's arrest. 'You take care of us, and we take care of you.' That's how it worked. Time to kick some serious arse. "Let's give them a lesson they won't forget, sound good?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but they all heard it, and he felt their agreement, as their faces grew determined, their resolved hardened. One of the Death Eaters off to the side grew impatient, and fired of a hex. And just like that, the fight was on. Harry lost track of time for a while, as he ducked, dodged, and fired spells back at the masked Death Eaters. He tried to keep an eye on his friends, but he was busy making sure his own skin stayed intact. A yelp to his right told him that Blaise had gone down, though when he glanced at the Slytherin out of the corner of his eye, he could see that it wasn't serious. Blaise appeared to be nursing an injured leg, but he was getting his feet under him, and his wand was still leveled, as he spouted off curses to any Death Eaters stupid enough to get in range. A pissed off Slyterhin was not someone you wanted to be on the wrong end of the wand from. A blast of purple from Harry's left had Hermione flying through the air and landing in a heap halfway up the stone benches in the room. Ron gave an angered ...

... yell, and immediately dispatched of the Death Eater who had injured his girlfriend. The redhead's satisfaction only intensified when the now unconscious Death Eater's mask slipped, revealing him to be Dolohov, the same man responsible for the deaths of his mother's brothers. Harry grimaced and dodged as another spell headed his way. He smirked when the spell intended for him caused a Death Eater behind him to drop like a bag of rocks. Malfoy, the one who had thrown the curse, growled in annoyance. "Give it up, Potter. There's no way you and your pathetic friends are making it out of here." Harry just kept fighting. He knew that hurling insults back and forth just wasted breath. Malfoy opened his mouth to fire off another curse, when he was blasted sideways. Harry looked up, confused, and then smiled, relieved, to see a large group entering the room, some of them firing on the Death Eaters, others making their way to the students, obviously to protect them. It was Sirius who had dispatched of Malfoy. He nodded at his godfather. "Thanks," he said simply. Sirius returned the nod. "You get your friends out of here, Harry. We'll take it from here." Harry bit his lip, but knew better than to argue. Instead, he headed for Blaise, who was the closest; he was leaning against the dais that held the arch, and by the paleness of his face and his unwillingness to put any weight on his left leg, Harry guessed one of the bones was broken, either in the leg or his ankle. He nodded to Kingsley, ...