1. Harry Potter Promise NR.1


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

    understanding. Her first instinct was to immediately rush to Harry's side to assure herself that he was all right, but she knew that she had to do what only she could, and that was get a healer to come and check his injuries. "Why don't you return to Harry then, and I'll see if I can get Poppy here." Sirius agreed, and left Minerva to contact the Hogwarts mediwitch. He only hoped she would explain the whole situation properly before Poppy decided to curse the 'infamous murderer Black' first, and ask questions later. XXX Harry was either asleep or unconscious when Sirius re-entered the room, but he didn't want to try and wake him up, wary of jostling any possible injuries. There was a single chair in the room, which Sirius dragged away from the rickety desk so that he could sit at Harry's side. He sank down into the chair, and waited, trying to keep his mind from sinking back into his morose thoughts. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes later – though it seemed much longer – when Minerva cautiously opened the door, leading a rather startled Poppy Pomfrey. When she had gone to bed that evening, she had in no way expected to be woken by a frantic Minerva McGonagall, imploring her to hurry, as Harry Potter was injured and need her help. Poppy Pomfrey was not an idiot, and she had seen more of Harry in her infirmary over the last three years than most other students. She had noticed several things that didn't add up. That boy was always too skinny. Every time she ...
    treated his injuries, he just seemed so… detached. Even re-growing all the bones in his arm hadn't seemed to faze him. The story she was told about Sirius Black was almost incomprehensible. But she knew that Minerva would never tell her such a thing if it were untrue. She remembered Sirius quite well; he, Remus, and James had been quite the troublemakers, though she had been quite fond of them – not that she'd ever tell them that. Both Sirius and James had projected a cocky 'I know exactly how good looking I am, and I know exactly how to use it to my advantage' attitude, but every visit they made to Remus in the hospital wing after a full moon, she could see how much they cared. It had seemed so wrong that Sirius would betray his best friend, his brother, the way he had. She was glad to know that he hadn't, but horrified to realize that an innocent man had spent twelve years in Azkaban. She couldn't help but hope and pray that the prison hadn't dimmed his caring and passionate personality. He could be just what young Harry needed. Seeing the escaped convict now, looking so worried from his place by his godson's bedside, she knew that those two would be all right. They would be good for each other. Pulling herself out of her current thoughts, Poppy moved to the opposite side of the bed from Sirius, while Minerva moved around to stand next to her former student. Setting her bag down on the floor, Poppy palmed her wand and ran a simple diagnostic spell. What she learned nearly had ...
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