1. Harry Potter Promise NR.7


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

    Prefect's badge. He then proceeded to dock them about fifty points total, for crimes such as 'being a Mudblood', 'having an untied shoelace', and because he 'didn't like them'. Harry pulled Ron back as the youngest Weasley male made to go for his wand. He knew that wouldn't be handled with a simple docking of points, and Harry really didn't want Ron to know just what Umbridge did for her detentions. Still seething, they all headed into the Great Hall, making for the Gryffindor table. Susan also joined them, as they commiserated on the new Decree. "What's wrong?" Fred asked, as he reached over Hermione to grab some more pancakes. "Malfoy," Ron growled, glancing over at where the arrogant Malfoy scion was now holding court at the Slytherin table. Harry was interested to note that, at that particular table, Malfoy's court really only consisted of the fifteen or so members of the Inquisitorial Squad. There was a considerable amount of space separating them from the rest of the house, who all seemed to be congregating around Blaise and Daphne. A whispered conversation was going on, but Harry didn't know what it was about. Ginny elaborated as she poured syrup over her own pancakes. "We ran into him in the Entrance Hall, and he docked us about fifty points." George nodded, understanding. "Montague tried to do the same to us," he informed them. "Tried?" Harry asked, pulling his attention back to the Gryffindor table and raising an eyebrow at the twins. Fred nodded, grinning ...
    impishly. "He couldn't quite get all the words out before we stuffed him into the Vanishing Cabinet on the fifth floor. You know the one?" They all nodded. "What happened?" Hermione asked, torn between horror at what they had done to a fellow student, and amusement. George shrugged. "Not quite sure," he admitted. "Won't you be in so much trouble when he gets out?" Susan asked, almost succeeding at hiding her grin. Fred and George shared a look. "He'll have to turn up, first. We're not sure where we sent him," Fred said, smirking. Harry shook his head, smiling, and they continued their breakfast in a slightly better mood than before. Over the next few days, the hourglasses showcasing the house points showed quite clearly what the Inquisitorial Squad was doing with the power afforded to them. Only Slytherin appeared to be in the positive digits, as Hogwarts entered into its last three weeks before the Christmas holidays. Harry was just trying to get through the remaining three weeks without losing his temper again, a feat he really wasn't quite certain he'd be able to accomplish, with the way Umbridge and Malfoy were acting. It was as they made their way through the Entrance Hall on their way to dinner that Harry's patience was sorely tested yet again. Malfoy and his cronies entered from another staircase, and of course, angled it so that their paths would have to cross. The look on Malfoy's face said quite clearly what he was planning on doing, but Harry focused on his bond with Ginny ...
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