Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... Eater. Maybe. Harry truthfully didn't really know what else may have contributed to Snape's change in views, but for him to be thawing out, and sharing this information, surely there had to be other factors involved. After several minutes of silence, Harry sighed. "I should probably get back to my friends. I'm sure Ginny's wondering where I am." Snape nodded, taking down the privacy wards. "Thank you for hearing me out," he said, the words forming uncomfortably in his mouth. Harry shrugged. "Thanks for telling me the truth. I'm not really sure what to do with everything you told me, but I'll think about it. Did you have a similar conversation with Sirius too? Is that why he was here?" Snape nodded again. "We've put aside the past, and while we probably will never become friends, we will be able to coexist in peace." Harry smiled. "Good," he replied. "I know he regrets how he acted as a teenager." Snape shifted uncomfortably. "I do as well. We all have regrets, Potter… Harry. The only thing we can do is to acknowledge our mistakes and promise to do better in the future." Harry was unused to a philosophical Snape, so he stumbled out a good night, and headed up to find his friends. Ginny had told him that they were going to spend the evening in the Room of Requirement, studying, so he headed up to join them. Ginny looked up as Harry flopped down next to her on the solitary sofa in the room they had created for animagus practice. In the rest of the space, Hermione was working on ...

... levitating her feather, while Susan was working on transforming her arms into wings, Ron had managed to change one arm into a fur covered limb, and Neville had successfully traded his arms and legs for those of a wolf's. "What's wrong?" Ginny asked worriedly, taking in his almost shocked expression. Harry looked over at his girlfriend. "Snape just apologized to me." His declaration caused Neville to return his limbs to normal, while Ron lost his concentration, the fur retreating and his arm returning to a human's, Susan's wings disappeared, and Hermione's feather dropped back to the ground. "What?" Ron asked, his eyes widening as he looked at his best friend. Harry grimaced. "He apparently has had a change of heart, and decided that holding onto a two decade old feud with a dead man was not healthy. He talked to Aunt Minerva a while back, and I guess she convinced him to speak with me and Sirius to clear the air." "What did he say?" Neville asked cautiously. Harry looked over at his friend. Of all of them, Neville deserved to know. He repeated the lines of the prophecy that Snape had told him. "He was the one who told Voldemort." He barely acknowledged Ron's lack of a flinch at the name. "When he found out Voldemort thought it might be me, he went to Dumbledore. Turns out, he and my mum were really good friends in school." Neville furrowed his brow. "The prophecy doesn't seem to point to you directly," he commented quietly. Harry nodded somberly. "Snape doesn't know the rest ...