Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... after your family all those years ago." Harry grimaced. He wondered if the headmaster meant it to sound like he was the reason his parents were dead. "You see, the record of the prophecy at the Ministry isn't the only one. It had to be made to someone, and fortunately for us, that person was me." A misty replica of a woman he knew quite well as their Divination professor rose up. Her glasses magnified her eyes, and she was draped in her shawls. She looked just like that overly large glittering insect he had imagined his first class of Divination. When she spoke, her voice was not dreamy and mysterious, but harsh and low; it was a tone he had heard only once before, at his Divination final exam at the end of his third year. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him… born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." There was silence as the image of Trelawney sank back into the Pensieve. Harry couldn't say he was surprised. He had known it would be something like that, especially with the way Voldemort kept coming after him. He would have time later to think about the words, but right now, all he wanted was to see his friends, and make sure they were all right. ...

... "Is that it?" he asked, his voice neutral. "Or is there something else you feel the pressing need to share with me at this time?" Dumbledore blinked, and frowned slightly. "I felt it was time for you to understand what happened fourteen years ago." Harry glared. "No, you thought sharing this information would earn some trust back. But you don't seem to realize that all you keep doing is driving me further and further away." He took a step towards the door, wincing slightly as he put as little weight as possible on his injured leg. "You're not evil, headmaster, but you've made far too many mistakes for me to ever trust you again, no matter what important information you share with me. The greater good is a grand idea, but you can't seem to remember that we're real people, not chess pieces, and that's what makes you so dangerous." Any more conversation was cut off as the door to the office banged open. Harry turned around quickly, and sighed in relief to see Minerva arrive. Dumbledore was a little worried as his Deputy Headmistress walked in, but hid it. "Minerva, I am so glad you are all right –" "What is Harry doing here?" Minerva cut him off sharply. "He should be in the hospital wing, as you told Amelia you were sending him. What could possibly be so important that you would ignore his obvious injuries?" Dumbledore gestured widely. "I needed to speak with Mr. Potter about things of great importance, Minerva, surely you can underst-" He was cut off again, as Minerva slapped ...