Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... the next day. They made excuses to their friends, as they wanted to spend some time alone. The Room was simple, a cheery fireplace burning against one wall, with a solitary couch in front of it. The two cuddled on the couch for a while, talking through their bond and out loud. Sometimes, when they were alone, it was hard to distinguish which form of communication they were using. Harry, I really think we need to tell everyone this summer. I think Hermione might already suspect something, she's been watching us all year. Harry nodded. Aunt Minerva and Sirius first. Then your parents. We'll tell our friends, and your brothers, but our guardians should know first. Ginny smiled in agreement. Another few minutes passed in silence, before Harry broke it. "Gin…" He trailed off, and Ginny looked up at him in confusion. "What's up, Harry?" Harry sighed. "Have you ever thought about what happened on Halloween in 1981?" Ginny furrowed her brow in confusion. Harry bit his lip. "Dumbledore's all about defense. His Order fights reactively. Voldemort attacks, and the Order defends. You can't win a war that way." He trailed off again, and Ginny watched him worriedly. After another minute, Harry sat up slightly. "Have you ever wondered why Voldemort survived the rebounded Killing Curse? Or why I survived?" Ginny took a deep breath to reply, and then stopped. She let the air out and slumped down. "The prophecy…" she muttered. Harry shook his head. "I don't believe in prophecy," he said ...

... firmly. "Just like I told you all last summer. They're usually self-fulfilling. The only reason this one will probably come true is because Voldemort believes in it. He won't stop coming after me, which makes it fairly likely that one of us will end up killing the other. Voldemort marked me, and in doing so, he created his own enemy. If he had just ignored it, most likely, it would have just been one more premonition that failed to come true. Do you really think every prophecy we saw in the Department of Mysteries the other night has been fulfilled? I don't." Ginny inhaled sharply. She had heard the prophecy through Harry the night Dumbledore had told him, and while she was scared, it didn't change anything. They already knew part of it, and they knew Voldemort had an unhealthy interest in him. Just like Dumbledore. Though at least they knew what Voldemort's endgame was. Harry sighed. "We'll have to do some research," he commented. "And we should tell someone. Maybe Sirius, Remus, or Aunt Minerva?" Ginny nodded in agreement. "We shouldn't let too many people know, though. This isn't something that should get out." Harry bit his lip. "Have you considered asking Snape?" Ginny looked over quickly. Harry, he's in Voldemort's circle. I know you trust him, but it's a huge risk! Harry reached over and encircled her in a light hug. I know, Gin, but he could prove useful. He knows a lot about Dark Arts, and he's a Master Occlumens. He'd have to be, to fool Voldemort. I'm not saying I ...