Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... hospital wing, are you? Harry shook his head. Dumbledore sent me back to his office. He sounded disgruntled now. I think he sent Neville to the hospital wing, since he's not here, but for some reason, he seems more keen on keeping me here than actually getting me healed. He felt Ginny's anger flare. What? How badly are you hurt? Harry mentally shrugged. A Cutting Curse to the leg. I wrapped it, but it still hurts a little. It's not too deep, Gin, he assured her as he felt her worry spike. Madam Pomfrey will be able to mend it in an instant. Assuming you actually get to her, Ginny growled. Harry agreed, but didn't say anything, as Dumbledore chose that moment to appear in front of him. _ _ _ Chapter 22 Final chapter! Disclaimer: not mine Harry glared at the old man in front of him. "Headmaster," he said curtly. Dumbledore smiled genially. "You should be happy to know that your friends will be all right," he said courteously, taking a seat at his desk. "None of them will suffer any long-term effects from your excursion tonight." Harry just nodded. He already knew, but wouldn't let the old man in on that fact. It would cause the headmaster to ask questions he really didn't want to answer. And he pointedly filed away the almost accusing words Dumbledore used, but didn't let them affect him, since he knew it wasn't his fault. He would be interested to see if Dumbledore was actually willing to punish the idiot who was responsible. Somehow, he doubted it. Ginny's growl in his ...

... head told him that his girlfriend had caught the accusing statement as well, and she wasn't happy. Dumbledore sighed. "I believe I owe you an apology, Harry." Harry raised his eyebrow, still not speaking. "I thought that, by keeping the truth from you, you would be able to have a childhood. I did not wish to worry you needlessly." Harry snorted. "I never had a childhood, headmaster. Something you are already aware of. What do you want?" He knew the old man was gifted in the art of manipulation. He wouldn't let himself be swayed by any pretty words or acts of contrition. Dumbledore held in another sigh. He knew he had made mistakes, but it was all for the greater good. "Do you know why Voldemort lured you to the Ministry tonight?" Harry nodded sharply. "He didn't lure me anywhere. Malfoy threw a portkey at me and that's where I ended up. They wanted me to retrieve the prophecy." Dumbledore couldn't completely hide his shock. "I see your guardians have already informed you of the situation." Harry shrugged. "Just that there's a prophecy about me and him, and he believes in it. They didn't know what it said." He neglected to mention that Snape had shared with him the first part of the prophecy. Dumbledore nodded, and flicked his wand at the cabinet off to the side. His Pensieve floated out and landed on his desk. Dumbledore reached up to his head and withdrew a long silvery strand, depositing it into the ornate bowl. "I think it is time I shared with you the reason Voldemort went ...