Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... who was standing in front of the Slytherin protectively, and maneuvered his friend's arm so that it was around his shoulders. "Lean on me," he said quietly. Blaise looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it, and did as Harry requested. Ginny joined them after a moment, limping slightly, protecting their flank, and Harry spared a smile for his girlfriend. She looked like a warrior goddess, her hair rippling in fiery waves down her back, her eyes hard and determined. Neville was the next to fall into line, next to Ginny, protecting the other side. Harry looked around for Ron, and found him standing next to his father, both wearing identical expressions of determination and resolve as they protected Hermione's unconscious body. He bit his lip. Sirius had told him to get his friends out, but the injuries would make things more difficult. Hermione was unconscious, and Blaise only had one good leg. He looked for Susan and Luna, and was relieved to see them still fighting alongside the adults who were trying to protect them. Amelia wasn't in the room, Harry noted, but figured she was still calling Aurors, and would be there soon. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were doing very well, helping to shield Remus and Tonks; together, the pairs worked to bring the Lestrange brothers to heel. An angry shout brought Harry's attention back to his godfather. Bellatrix, it seemed, had decided to engage her cousin, and was furious at the way her husband and brother in law had ...

... been taken down. "Dumbledore!" Harry looked over at Neville, to see that he was looking at the top of the stairs leading down to the dais. He followed his friend's gaze, and, sure enough, there stood the leader of the light. Most of the Death Eaters paused as soon as the headmaster made his presence known, but Bellatrix wouldn't let herself get distracted. Harry's heart hurt, he was so worried about his godfather, but Blaise still had his arm around his shoulders, so Harry couldn't help out. Thankfully, Minerva had seen the issue, and with a well-placed stunner, her dueling partner, Crabbe, was taken out, and she hurried over to help her former student, and good friend. Sirius, though he would deny it later, was grateful for the assistance. His cousin was talented, loath as he was to admit it. She was crazy, but the bitch knew her way around a wand. His face was a mask of determination as he ducked killing curses and hexes that would turn his body inside out. He was starting to tire, but his resolve was as strong as ever. He would not let this bitch hurt his godson. Minerva stumbled a little as she avoided the bright green killing curse, and the next thing she knew, she was flying backwards, as the floor beneath her and Sirius exploded. She landed a few steps down from Hermione, Arthur, and Ron, winded, but conscious, and stood up immediately, barely causing to catch her breath, refusing to acknowledge the stabbing pain in her arm that suggested the possibility of a broken or ...