1. Harry Potter Promise NR.1


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

    out for his godson. There would be time later to get the whole story, but right now, he needed to get Harry well. "I'll take care of it, Harry. You just rest, and I'll be right back." Harry inclined his head just once, and let his eyes slip closed as Sirius hurriedly left he room. He made his way to the study, and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, quickly scribbling out a note for the head of Gryffindor. The question now was how to get in contact with the Transfiguration professor. He could make a Floo call, and hope that she was in her office, at three o'clock in the morning, but that seemed unlikely. If he had an owl, he could send her a note. Unfortunately, he didn't have an owl or the time to wait. That left one option. "Kreacher!" The old Black family house elf popped into existence next to his master, muttering the whole while. Sirius grit his teeth at the insults coming out of the elf's mouth, but didn't comment. "Take this note to Minerva McGonagall. Tell her nothing beyond the fact that your master gave you the note to deliver, and then come right back here. Talk to no one else. Understand?" Kreacher nodded rebelliously. "As master wishes," he grumbled. Before he popped away, Sirius heard something along the lines of "filthy blood traitor master, what would my poor mistress say," before the elf was gone. Sirius shook his head and headed down to the sitting room. Minerva would use the Floo, so that was where he would meet her. He sank down into an armchair, ...
    and thought about what had happened in the last few hours. He had felt both rage and fear, seeing Harry limping his way slowly down the street, dragging his trunk behind him. It had been too similar to the previous summer, though last year he hadn't had the injuries. Getting Harry back to Grimmauld Place had given him a purpose, and now that all he could do was wait for McGonagall, he was left with nothing but his own thoughts. He wondered what the Transfiguration Professor's role was in all this. Harry seemed to believe that she was on their side, though he had a few questions about why the woman, whom he knew to be as close as a mother to James and Lily, wouldn't have kept an eye on her pseudo grandson over the years. For that matter, he wondered what Dumbledore had to do with all this. Amelia Bones' name was another shock to him. He remembered the woman from his brief stint in the Aurors, along with James, before his incarceration. She had been a few years ahead of them, already a contender for head of the Aurors, when the current one moved on or retired. He had admired her quick wit and sharp temper. She always gave as good as she got. They had had a few flirty moments, in the hallways and across their desks, but nothing had ever come of it. Sirius Black had been a player, and Amelia Bones was dedicated to her job, and not looking for a fling. He wondered how much time had changed her. He wondered if she had ever questioned his guilt. He had hoped that she might, knowing ...
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