1. Harry Potter Promise NR.7


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

    to keep his temper, as Malfoy threw out several insults and docked them another thirty points "for holding hands in front of me." When Harry still wouldn't rise to the bait, Malfoy grew impatient and drew his wand, firing off a purple jinx that Harry easily sidestepped. Unfortunately, Umbridge rounded the corner at that moment, and refused to even question the situation, before docking another twenty points from Gryffindor and assigning Harry another week's worth of detentions "for instigating a fight in the Entrance Hall." Harry's friends tried to defend him, but Harry shook his head slightly, telling them not to bother. Umbridge smiled sweetly. "I shall see you after dinner this evening, Mr. Potter," she said before heading into the Great Hall. Harry grit his teeth, and led his friends to the Gryffindor table. Ron wasted no time in informing his brothers of what had transpired, while Susan, Neville, and Hermione seethed. Even Hermione had openly expressed her disgust for Umbridge. Some people really just deserved to be hexed. Ginny spent most of dinner trying to plead with Harry to go to McGonagall through their bond. Harry just remained steadfastly against the idea, and bid them all goodbye after he finished his meal. Ginny watched him leave with tears in her eyes. She hated his nobility and pride almost as much as she loved it, at times. "Ginny?" Ginny turned back around to see her friends watching her with varying degrees of confusion or worry. She looked at Neville, ...
    who had voiced her name, seeing her fear. She attempted to smile, but couldn't quite manage it. "I'm fine, Neville," she assured him. Neville nodded slightly, and then tilted his head to the side. "But Harry's not." It wasn't a question. Ginny shrugged with one shoulder. "Why're you so worried?" Ron asked, holding a slice of bread in one hand, and a drumstick in the other. "Harry said it was just lines, last time." Ginny couldn't quite contain her flinch, causing Hermione's gaze to narrow. "What is it, Ginny?" she asked shrewdly, leaning forward. Her expression told the fiery redhead that she expected an answer, now. Ginny's gaze fell to her plate. "Umbridge made him use a Blood Quill," she admitted quietly, her voice so soft that they all had to strain to catch the words. "What?" Neville growled, his face turning from worry to anger so fast it was like flipping a switch, something Ginny knew about thanks to her father's obsession, and Harry's teachings over the summer. When Ginny looked up, Susan, Fred, George, and Ron all shared Neville's fury, though Hermione was confused. "What's a Blood Quill?" she asked hesitantly. Ron was the one to explain. "It's a quill that forces the writer to write in his own blood. When you use it, the words appear on the back of your writing hand." Hermione's expression now changed to horror. "That can't be –" Neville cut her off. "They're illegal," he assured the young witch. "According to the law, each use of the quill against the recipient's ...
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