Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... of it, but with the part that he overheard… there were two options. Me or you." Neville inhaled sharply. "So… why you?" Harry shook his head, biting his lip. "Snape doesn't know, and neither do I." "So what did you say to all this?" Susan asked curiously. "Snape's the reason Voldemort went after your family." "I know," Harry nodded. "But… I could see how much he regretted it. For some reason, I trust him. He actually told me why he switched sides. Dumbledore just says he trusts Snape, but that doesn't really mean anything to me. Snape actually gave me a reason. Even if, indirectly, he is the reason why my parents are dead, it helps. He may have hated my dad, but I don't think he wanted him to die." Hermione smiled softly, leaning forward. "I'm proud of you Harry. And I'm glad that you'll both be able to put aside the animosity. Hopefully things will get a little better from here." Harry sighed. "He'll still have to act like an arse," he admitted. "There are still children of Death Eaters who report to their parents, so he can't give them a reason to doubt his support of Voldemort, or he's dead. But he did agree to stop laying into the Gryffindors so much, and to grade our work fairly." "I'll take what I can get," Neville said, chuckling. They all agreed that it could only be a good thing, and went back to work for another hour or so, before it was time to return to the common room. Are you sure you're all right? Ginny asked as they headed back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry ...

... sighed mentally. I don't know, he admitted. I know he regrets what he did, and I know my dad and Sirius weren't blameless, but he still hurt me a lot. And he's spent the last few years hating me for what my father did to him. Ginny nodded. It's not right, but I'm proud of you. Harry quirked an eyebrow, and Ginny smiled. You're willing to rise above all the animosity. You're a good person, Harry Potter. Harry blushed as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait and entered the common room. It was easy to see how much he wished he could go back and do things differently. He blames himself for my mum's death. They grew up in the same neighborhood, and were really good friends, until he called her a mudblood in their fifth year. He felt Ginny's gasp of horror as he collapsed into an armchair by the fireplace. Ginny sat next to him on the same chair, forcing him to scoot over as much as possible, as she cuddled into his side. I believe him when he says how much he regretted it from the moment the word came out of his mouth, but their friendship was over after that. According to him, mum didn't like how much time he spent with his Death Eater friends. Avery and Macnair, and the like. I really think he would jump at the chance to go back and redo everything. Ginny nodded, understanding. Harry looked over at her, his eyes almost amused. He did say something interesting though. 'We all have regrets. The only thing we can do is to acknowledge our mistakes and promise to do better in the future.' ...