1. Harry Potter Promise NR.7


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

    the table, no one saying anything. The butterbeer disappeared, as did the rest of the night. It wasn't until dawn was threatening to break that any of the group made any sign of movement. Sirius stood up, collecting the empty bottles and setting them on the counter by the sink. "This is stupid," Fred growled. They all looked at him, and he leaned forward, clenching his fists on top of the table. "We should be at St. Mungos. What are we doing sitting here?" Sirius sighed, going back to his seat. "I know you're upset," he soothed. "Your dad's hurt, and you want to feel useful. But the best thing you can do right now is be safe, so that your mum doesn't have to worry any more than she already is." That didn't appear to help any of the Weasleys, and Sirius sighed. "As soon as she knows something, Molly will come and tell us." "What was he even doing there?" Ron asked, sounding as helpless as he felt. "Dad's been making sure not to work overnight shifts since last June. Why was he in a deserted corridor so late?" Sirius and Harry shared a look. When Sirius gave a nod of approval, Harry turned back to his friends. "You remember that conversation we had last summer, about the prophecy?" They all nodded. "One of the things the Order's been doing is protecting the record of that prophecy, so that Voldemort doesn't get his hands on it. That's where Mr. Weasley was." There was a thread of guilt in his voice, knowing that it was because of him that Mr. Weasley had been hurt. Ginny ...
    sighed exasperatedly. "Harry, it's not your fault. When will you believe that?" Harry shrugged helplessly. Ron shook his head. "Merlin, Harry, your whole guilt trip thing is starting to get old. Dad was there because he wanted to help. It wasn't your fault, and because of you, he actually has a chance. You saved him." Fred and George nodded their agreement, and the room lapsed back into silence. It was another hour before the uneasy calm was broken by the sound of the front door opening. In a flash, the entire group was up and out of their seats, heading up to meet the newcomer. Mrs. Weasley took in the anxious faces surrounding her, arriving before she had even closed the door. She smiled, though it was a little strained. "He's alive." There was a beat of silence. "But that sounds like…" Fred trailed off. Molly shook her head, reassuring her children. "The healers are optimistic. Let's have some breakfast, and then we can transfigure something for you all to wear, and we'll go visit him, all right?" They all nodded, and Molly descended on the kitchen, whipping up a large meal for them to share. Once they were done eating, Sirius and Molly spent a few minutes transfiguring their bedclothes into jeans and shirts that could be worn outside. They would need to get the children's trunks from Hogwarts today, but that could wait a few hours. Soon enough, the group was heading to St. Mungos. Kingsley, Tonks, and Remus had Flooed over to provide extra guard. The entrance was rather ...
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