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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

that?" They all nodded, confused, and though they didn't want to admit it, afraid. Hermione worried her lip. "Harry, we should just stay here, or better yet, head back to the atrium. Let's get out of here." Harry looked at her. "You think I haven't tried? There's a ward blocking off that half of the corridor. It's one way, so people can come down it, but no one can cross going the other direction." Harry bit his lip, considering. He looked over at Ginny, and raised an eyebrow. Ginny seemed to know what he was thinking. "On three, we overpower the anchors?" Harry nodded. "Together, we should have enough power." The two of them raised their wands, and prepared to fire spells at two specific points that the rest of them couldn't see. Hermione made a mental note to ask later just how Harry and Ginny knew where the ward was anchored. Somehow, Harry was unsurprised when a cloaked figure appeared in front of them before they could fire a spell. "Bad idea, Potter. We've got plans for you, and they don't involve you leaving before the party starts." Harry raised an eyebrow. Did all Death Eaters go to some course on bad witty repartee? Seriously? Before the party starts? Ginny gave him a mental shove. So not the time, Potter. Harry grimaced, agreeing. He would think about the cheesy lines and death threats the Death Eaters all loved to spout at him later. Unfortunately, more of Voldemort's sycophants were lining up behind the first, and even though their faces were covered, he knew ... they were all leering at him and his friends. On three, Gin. Blasting hex, aim at their feet. As soon as the ground explodes, we run backwards. In the direction they want us to go? Really Harry? Ginny's mental voice was skeptical. Harry shook his head in reply. We're not going to be able to get by them. The Department of Mysteries is the only direction we can go in. He felt her acquiescence, and counted to three, before they both sent out simultaneous blasting hexes at the Death Eaters' feet. The ground blew upwards, causing the Death Eaters to yell out, in pain, confusion, or anger. Harry wasted no time in herding his friends backwards, through the door leading to the Department of Mysteries. Luna was the last to enter what appeared to be a circular room, and as soon as she closed the door, it began to spin. When it stopped, they all looked around, confused. "Now what?" Blaise asked, looking at Harry. The Gryffindor shrugged, listening to the shouts he could still hear coming from one of the doors that led back to the Ministry hallway. "Pick a door," he replied. "We just have to keep going until Amelia and her backup gets here." Blaise nodded, and picked the door behind them. They all rushed in, and Hermione, as the last one through this time, closed the door and locked it with a locking charm. Looking around, Harry was almost entranced by the glittering orbs lining countless numbers of shelves, reaching to the ceiling, and in rows as far back as he could see. "Crap," Hermione ...