Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... end, it didn't matter. She died anyway. In my grief, Dumbledore had me vow to protect you." He trailed off into silence, and waited for Harry's response. Harry's emotions were turbulent. He had known that it had been a prophecy to start Voldemort on the path to destroy his family, but he hadn't known how the Dark Lord had been set on that path. He didn't know what to think. On the one hand, Snape was the reason his parents were dead. The reason he had grown up with the Dursleys. The reason Sirius had gone to Azkaban – well, there were many people who had some part to blame in that, but if Voldemort had never killed his parents, Sirius wouldn't have been locked up. On the other hand, Snape had told him. He had disclosed the information willingly, trusting him to be able to handle it. He could see, just looking at the anguish on the Potions professor's face, how much the man regretted his choices. "What did it say?" he asked quietly, his voice even, giving away nothing. Snape bit his lip. "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. That's all I heard, so I don't know the rest." Harry nodded slowly. "You've done more than Dumbledore ever has, so thank you." Snape started, surprised. Harry almost smiled. "Dumbledore's known the prophecy for years, and I've asked why Voldemort came after my family, but the headmaster seems to feel I don't deserve to know." There was a hint of steel in his ...

... tone, annoyance for an old man who wouldn't let him live his own life. Snape chuckled a little, a sound that Harry had certainly never heard coming from the stoic man before. "The old man does certainly play things close to the chest." Harry raised an eyebrow. "A muggle expression, I'm impressed." The chuckle turned into an actual laugh. "I am a halfblood, Potter." Harry nodded, and the professor sobered. Harry shifted in his seat. "I can see how much you regret everything. And I can understand why you hated my dad. Sirius has told me a lot about their school days, so I know that they were bullies. Spoiled, selfish, and arrogant. I've heard those words used to describe them many times. But you took that anger and put it on the shoulders of an eleven-year-old boy who had never known the man you despised. How was that fair?" Snape winced, and couldn't answer. It wasn't. He really had no excuse. Harry waited for another minute, but when no explanation was forthcoming, he just sighed. "As for the prophecy… it doesn't point exclusively to me. Why did he come after me?" Snape bit his lip. "I believe there were two options. You and Longbottom were both born at the end of July, and your parents had both defied the Dark Lord three times before your births. As for why you… I cannot speculate to the Dark Lord's reasoning. I am sorry." Those three words, more than anything else, stopped Harry in his tracks. Had Snape just… apologized to him? Snape sighed again. "It was not right for me to ...