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Harry Potter Promise NR.7

Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

location. Minerva, if you could contact Molly and Sirius and inform them of the situation." He gestured for the rest of the students to grasp onto the portkey. "Where are we going?" Harry asked, not touching the rope; following his lead, Ginny, Fred, and George refrained from grabbing onto the portkey as well. Ron looked like he wanted to drop it, but didn't want to be obvious. Dumbledore smiled genially, but if they looked closely, they could see a spark of ire behind his twinkling eyes. "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It is in London, and you will all be safe there." Harry looked at Minerva, and on her nod, reached over and laid a hand on the rope, followed by Ginny, Fred, and George. The rope glowed blue again, and the five students disappeared from the office. XXX The teenagers reappeared in a dark and depressing entryway. Ron landed down on one knee, while Fred and George stumbled and fell against the wall. Harry felt his knees buckle, but amazingly remained standing. He was able to keep Ginny upright as she clutched onto his arm. Once they all steadied themselves, they looked around. Harry noted that it was much brighter than it had been the last time he had been there, before his fourth year. "Where exactly are we?" Fred asked, observing the entryway they were standing in, from the umbrella stand shaped like a troll's leg, to a large expanse of the wall that was scorched, as if a fire had been lit in that spot. Harry grimaced. "Number Twelve, Grimmauld ... Place. This is the Black Family Ancestral Home, Sirius' old house. He let Dumbledore use it as the headquarters for the Order." "So what happened there?" Ron asked, pointing to the scorched wall. Harry shrugged. "Sirius said there was a portrait of his mother there, hung with a permanent sticking charm. He was trying to find a way to get rid of it, since all she did was scream about mudbloods and blood traitors." He snorted lightly. "I guess he found a way." "We have Kreacher to thank for that." They all turned around, startled, to see Sirius enter from a room down the hall. He smiled gently at them. "He used house elf magic to remove it, once I ordered him to do it." He sighed, and changed topics. "I've spoken with Minerva, and Molly. I don't know much, just that I am to keep you all here until we get an update." Do you know anything about dad?" George asked, his voice wavering in fear. Sirius sighed. "All I know is that it's bad. Molly was heading to St. Mungos. She'll let us know when there's anything to report." None of them looked happy, but Sirius led them down to the kitchen, gesturing for them to take a seat at the table. "Kreacher." The elf appeared in front of Sirius. "Six butterbeers." The elf disappeared and then reappeared a moment later carrying the requested drinks. "Thank you," Harry said politely, taking the bottle. Kreacher looked startled, and muttered something unintelligible under his breath before disappearing once more. With that, they all settled in at ...