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Harry Potter Promise NR.8

Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

looked at Daphne. She nodded knowingly. "Stay here and hold down the fort, I know," she sighed. "Be careful." Blaise smiled reassuringly. "There comes a time when we will all have to pick a side. Here's to picking the right one." And with that, he too stepped through the fireplace. XXX When Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Neville arrived in the Ministry atrium, they were surprised to see Luna appear immediately after Neville. "What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, looking at her friend. Luna observed the Gryffindor calmly. "I will help my friends," she replied firmly. Ginny nodded, understanding, and they wasted no more time in heading towards the lifts to head down to level nine. Harry looked up when he heard the lift clang to life, his hand gripping his wand tightly. Ginny? He felt her presence, and relaxed slightly. We're here, Harry. Susan's telling Amelia, so help's coming. The doors opened, and Harry smiled, seeing the red blur streak out of the lift and head shoot towards him like a bullet. "Ginny," he breathed, hugging her tightly. Ginny closed her eyes tightly to stop the tears. "Harry," she whispered. A cough brought their attention back to the present, and Harry let go reluctantly, with a light blush. "Thanks for coming," he said, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. "Any time, mate," Ron replied, looking around. "That's the Department of Mysteries, right?" he pointed to the door at the end of the hallway. Harry nodded grimly. "Sirius told me that Voldemort wants ... to know the prophecy badly. He found out that only those whose names are listed on the prophecy sphere can touch it. Remember reading about the death of Broderick Bode in the Prophet a few months ago?" Hermione nodded, but she was the only one. Harry sighed. "He worked in the Department of Mysteries. He went all funny a while back, and landed in St. Mungos. Sirius told me that they suspect he was placed under the Imperius Curse to get the prophecy, but he failed because it's not about him." "So Malfoy sent you here so that you can get the prophecy for Voldemort," Neville summed up. Harry nodded, but was cut off when he heard the lift come to life once more. He furrowed his brow. "What –?" His eyes widened when Susan and Blaise stepped out of the lift and joined them. "Need a hand?" the Slytherin asked rhetorically, amused. Harry shook his head. "I thought you Slytherins were all about keeping your true loyalties hidden. You take a stand against Voldemort, you fight alongside me, in Voldemort's eyes, you're signing your own death warrant." Blaise's gaze hardened. "Maybe it's time for the Slytherins to come off the bench," he replied, his voice even and determined. "Maybe it's time for us to start taking a stand, and fighting for what we believe in." Harry's respect for his fellow Prefect and good friend rose significantly, and he nodded, smiling slightly. He opened his mouth, but was cut off by a sound coming from what seemed to be beneath his feet. He frowned. "Did you hear ...