Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... Voldemort looked furious. His eyes sought out Harry, sitting on the floor, and he smirked, before vanishing in a whirlwind of smoke. Harry furrowed his brow, and attempted to stand up, but Dumbledore's harsh voice stopped him. "Stay where you are, Harry." Harry settled back on the floor, wondering what was going on. For the first time, Dumbledore actually sounded scared. Suddenly, he felt something like an itch inside his head. It hurt a little, but it wasn't completely debilitating. His scar prickled, and the ache got a little worse. He frowned, but still wasn't sure what was going on. A moment later, Voldemort reappeared, his expression furious. Dumbledore looked relieved, as he once more raised his wand to fight the Dark Lord. The fireplaces flared, people stepping out, shouts ringing across the Atrium. "Halt!" an Auror shouted. Voldemort smirked, and grabbed Bellatrix, who was still sitting on the floor by an empty fireplace, and the two disappeared into the green flames. "Damn it," Amelia muttered, looking around the entrance to the Ministry. Dumbledore went over to the Minister. "Minister Bones, I believe if you make your way down to the Death Chamber in the Department of Mysteries, you will find several escaped Death Eaters, as well as a few others, bound and awaiting justice." Amelia looked shrewdly at the headmaster. "I will, soon. But first…" she turned to look at Harry and Neville, who were still seated by the fountain. She made her way towards the two ...

... teenagers. "Are you two all right?" she asked, kneeling down next to them. Harry nodded. "A little banged up," he admitted, "but we'll be fine. I think the others are as well, but I'm not sure what happened after we left." Amelia inclined her head in response. "I can arrange an escort to take you to St. Mungos," she started, but Dumbledore cut her off. "That is not necessary, Amelia. I will take them back to Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey is more than capable of taking care of their injuries." Amelia wanted to protest, but Dumbledore didn't give her a chance. He turned Harry's shirt into a portkey, and the teenager disappeared. Amelia looked furious. "Albus, how could you. You had no right to do such a thing, especially without Harry's consent." Dumbledore maintained his calm exterior. "It is much safer for Harry to be treated within the walls of Hogwarts. I will apprise you of his condition after Madam Pomfrey has treated him." He then turned to Neville and smiled. "Mr. Longbottom, I will send you back to Hogwarts as well." Neville nodded a little uncertainly, and looked over at Amelia. "Susan was all right when we left, but I think Sirius is pretty badly hurt." He sounded slightly scared, but it was nothing compared to the raw fear that crossed Amelia's face, before she hid her expression. She nodded curtly. "Thank you, Neville. I will come by Hogwarts tomorrow to speak with you and Harry about what transpired this evening." With that, she immediately headed to the lift to go down to the ...