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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

and once he did, he growled in frustration. He didn't have time to open every door, looking for the right one. "Which one's the exit?" he muttered, looking around, worried for his friend. To his surprise, the door straight across from him jumped open at his words, showing him the long hallway he recognized as leading to the lifts that would take him back to the Atrium. Relieved, he rushed through the door and ran down the hallway. A loud clattering above him told him that Neville had already come through, and was on his way to head off Bellatrix. Fortunately, there was a lift returning down to his level, so he hopped on, pressing the button for the Atrium and tapping his feet impatiently. The sound of spell fire drew his attention before he reached the entry level to the Ministry. He gripped his wand as he prepared himself, and immediately came out of the lift, already firing, as he joined Neville. The Longbottom heir was doing all right, but was relieved to have help. He and Harry had fought alongside each other many times in their lessons, but this wasn't a training exercise. Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't trying to make them better. She played for keeps, and it was time for Harry and Neville to put their training into practice. They fought well together, and it was clear that Bellatrix knew it, as she lost her playful attitude, and began to fight back with a vengeance. "What's the matter, baby Longbottom?" she sneered, tossing out a Killing Curse that Neville dodged, an angry ... gleam in his eyes. "Missing mummy and daddy? How are they doing?" Neville growled, but knew better than to rise to the bait. Instead, he simply put all his anger into his spells, throwing out blasting hexes, cutting curses, and stunners like there was no tomorrow. Harry shielded him as best he could, while still maintaining the offensive himself. His own spells were full of power, and he could see the sweat on Bellatrix's forehead. "What's the matter, Bellatrix?" Harry couldn't help but jibe his enemy. "Scared?" "Not likely," Bellatrix sneered, eyes widening a moment later as she threw herself out of the way of a chunk of the building that threw itself at her, courtesy of Neville. "The Dark Lord will kill you, boy. Do yourself a favor and come quietly. He might not make you suffer that way." "You're on your own, Bellatrix," Harry retorted. "No one to save you. Voldemort's not here." "Am I not, Potter?" Bellatrix grinned, looking even crazier than before, while Harry and Neville tried not to let the new arrival affect them. Harry turned to face the Dark Lord. "Tom," he acknowledged grimly. Voldermort's face twisted, making him look even uglier. "Do not call me that," he hissed. Harry internally grinned. He knew that the angrier people were, the more mistakes they tended to make when fighting. Voldemort began to attack, and while Harry and Neville fought valiantly, the truth was, they just weren't a match for both the Dark Lord and his right hand woman. Neville let out a yell ...