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Harry Potter Promise NR.1

Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

it might not be quite as agonizing, but he still wasn't looking forward to apparating again any time soon. When he got his breath back, Harry opened his eyes, taking in the gloomy surroundings. "Where are we?" he asked quietly, feeling like speaking any louder would shatter the uncertain calm. Sirius grimaced a little. "I grew up here," he admitted. "My parents weren't the greatest, and my entire family, with a few exceptions, were dark. I found out that I inherited the Black family fortune after my parents died five years ago. That includes the family home. I haven't been able to spend much time cleaning it out yet, so be careful. Don't touch anything unless I tell you it's all right." Harry nodded his understanding, and the two made their way inside Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. The inside was as gloomy as the outside suggested, and Harry stopped just inside the entrance, a little afraid to go any further, especially without more light. Sirius came up behind him, and quietly ushered him further. He helped his godson up the stairs, and down a hallway, stopping at one door in particular. "This is the only bedroom I've cleared yet. Everything inside should be safe, so let's get you settled." Harry just nodded, a little winded. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, which scared him a little. Sirius led him over to the bed, helping him to sit down, feeling a little alarmed as he saw his godson holding in a wince, a brief flash of pain making its way across his face. ... He recognized that desire to not show weakness – he had been the same way, growing up. It had taken James and Remus to get him to admit to what his parents were doing. And when he had finally run away at sixteen, showing up on James' doorstep in the middle of the night, his best friend had simply taken one look at him before dragging him into the house, showing him to his own, already set up bedroom, and basically informing him that it had been waiting for him for years. When Harry was leaning back against the pillows, Sirius had to pause to think. He had a few potions in the medicine cabinet, though they were mainly headache potions, and pepper up. There might be a pain reliever in there somewhere, but he knew Harry needed a healer. The question was how to get one when he was a wanted fugitive. Harry groaned and opened his eyes; they were slightly glazed over with pain, and with alarm, Sirius realized he probably had a concussion. "It's going to be all right, Harry," he tried to sound reassuring. Harry started to nod, but stopped when the motion caused his head to pound. He coughed weakly. "Professor McGonagall," he managed to get out around the burning in his chest. Sirius' questioning gaze caused him to elaborate, "She knows the truth, and she said she was working on getting me out. She said something about contacting Amelia Bones at the DMLE." Sirius nodded his understanding, his affection for his former head of house skyrocketing. At least someone had been trying to look ...