1. Harry Potter Promise NR.12


    Date: 5/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    the older years to the Thestral-drawn carriages, before they piled into the last two carriages and headed up to the castle themselves. Harry sighed loudly as he sat down. Ginny glanced at him and smirked. "It's really annoying, isn't it." Harry glanced at her and growled. "Why do they all have to stare?" The rest looked relatively confused, but Ginny shook her head. "You're the youngest Head of House in over a century, Harry. Just be glad you're not openly displaying the Gryffindor ring; who knows what they would do if they knew about that little tidbit." Harry groaned, and everyone else chuckled. When they walked into the Great Hall, more people were staring and whispering, but Harry resolutely ignored it, waving to Susan, Luna, Blaise, and Daphne, as they separated to their respective tables. He did know and somewhat understand why people were so interested – even without him being the bloody Boy Who Lived; Ginny was right when she said that he was a young Head of House. Most people didn't take on the mantle of Head of their household until their forties or fifties. Witches and wizards lived much longer than muggles – Dumbledore was testimony to that, being over a century old now. It was common for Lords to pass on the title to their heir when they reached their eighties or nineties – after which they generally spent their remaining years without the stress being Head of House brought. There were, of course, exceptions to that rule, particularly in the aftermath of the last ...
    war with Voldemort, and – more in Europe than Britain – the war with Grindlewald. Many Houses had had to deal with vacant seats and young Heads of Houses, as the elder ones had been killed or otherwise incapacitated – like the Longbottoms. Harry's family had been like that – his grandfather had been killed several years before the end of the war, and James had found himself the head of House Potter at eighteen. Frank Longbottom had also taken on the role young, at twenty, after his own father had passed – fortunately, if it could be called that, it had been illness, rather than a Death Eater. Harry knew his generation was filled with teenagers who would be taking on the mantle of Head of House young – himself, Susan, Blaise, there were many for whom the last war had far reaching consequences. The noise level in the Hall dropped as Minerva led the new first years in. Harry clapped for each one, mentally placing names and faces so that he could remember them later, and before he knew it – though probably much later than Ron would have liked – food was appearing in front of them. Even after seven years, Harry was still amazed at the way the food magically sprung up from the table the way it did. Catching his thoughts, Ginny glanced over and smiled. Magic is wonderful, isn't it. Harry nodded mentally, and dug into his meal. The main course was disappearing, with dessert taking its place, when Harry's attention was drawn to the Head table by a loud pop. Most students looked up as ...
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