Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... fractured bone. Sirius, on the other hand, was thrown in a different direction. It was as if it happened in slow motion, as they all watched, transfixed. His body arced through the air, flying towards the dais, towards the arch, the strange arch, with its whispering voices and the air that seemed to shimmer when one got close enough to look. _ _ _ Chapter 21 While I'm glad some people (a surprising number of you, actually) were able to take comfort in the 'though he would deny it later' line, I have to admit, that was just supposed to be a saying. Like, he would never admit that Bellatrix could challenge him. It wasn't supposed to be a hint of anything. And on a similar note, wow that was a lot of reviews calling me evil, or demanding that I not kill Sirius! I can't change anything now, can I?! This is the way I wrote it, and what happens next is out of our hands. Disclaimer: not mine Harry' stomach dropped to his feet. He watched his godfather fall, and yet, he couldn't make himself move fast enough to stop it. Minerva rushed forward to engage Bellatrix again, but Voldemort's right hand woman just laughed and turned around, running back towards the entrance. Neville growled out a curse, his eyes hardening. That woman had caused so much pain, so much hurt. He wouldn't let her leave. Before he was consciously aware of what he was doing, he was following her out of the room, taking the stone steps two at a time. "Neville!" Susan shouted, seeing his path, but the Longbottom ...

... heir didn't pay her any heed. Harry's thoughts were hazy, but he knew one thing: he couldn't let his friend take on the bitch alone. He glanced up at that infernal arch. His gaze dropped slightly to the floor of the dais, where Sirius had fallen after impacting with the side of the arch. His heart rate quickened; from this angle, it was impossible to tell if his godfather was breathing. His eyes watered, and he started when he felt a small hand rest on his upper arm. He looked over to Ginny's understanding gaze. "He'll be fine," she assured him, though he knew she was just as worried as he was. Harry nodded. He glanced up at the path Neville had taken, and then back at Ginny. She smiled. Go, she urged him, taking Blaise's other arm so that he could use her as a crutch. You promised Neville you'd help him collect, right? Go collect. And give that bitch a few hits for me, all right? Harry nodded grimly, and kissed her briefly. Yes dear, he replied, already running up the stairs, hoping to catch Neville before he caught up with Bellatrix. He ignored Remus, Minerva, and Arthur calling for him to stop, and instead, headed back towards the exit to the Department of Mysteries. Bellatrix would be doing her best to get out of the Ministry, but to do that, she would need to get back to the Atrium. If Harry had to guess, that's where he'd find her, and probably Neville. It took him longer than he had hoped to find the spinning room they had encountered first in the Department of Mysteries, ...