1. Harry Potter Promise NR.14


    Date: 7/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 86.4, Source: sexstories.com

    didn't reply. "Mari, don't wander off!" Blaise called out to his twelve-year-old daughter, as she tried to slip away from her parents. Maricella Cordelia Zabini – or Mari – turned back and pouted. "I was just going to say hi to Jules," she explained, pointing at the large group of kids congregated a short distance away from the adults. Blaise looked at the group and then nodded. "Stay close to them," he ordered. Mari nodded and then ran off. Anahita – or Ana – their eldest daughter looked at her father. "May I go too?" she asked politely. Blaise smiled. "Of course." Ana grinned and gave her father a hug before she went to join the large group, which absorbed her immediately. Luna continued to hold onto the hand of their youngest child, Halcyon, who at ten years old would have to wait another year before he took the train as well, a fact that had him quite put out. "I tell you, it was quite difficult to get this morning off," Blaise commented idly. "You'd think they'd understand, it being the First of September, but for some reason, St. Mungos doesn't seem to care about that." Blaise had worked hard to become a healer, and had recently been promoted to Head Healer for the Spell Damage floor. Luna squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We're all glad you managed it, dear," she gave him a peck on the cheek. Blaise smiled down at his wife, who had had her own issues getting the morning off. Luna was the Head of the Investigative Creatures Division of the Department for the Regulation ...
    and Control of Magical Creatures, an office that she had helped to found after graduation. With the creation of the division, she spent her days searching for new mythical creatures, and proving their existence. Halcyon stomped his foot. "I want to go," he grumbled. Blaise glanced down at his son. "Hal, if you don't stop your whining you won't be getting dessert for a week. You will go to Hogwarts when you turn eleven, just like everyone else." Hal pouted, but didn't say anything, knowing that when his father used that tone, it was time to listen. "Tough love," Daphne commented as she joined them, her twelve year old son Matthew trailing behind her. They all smiled as Matthew took off immediately to join the rest of the kids. "Where's Colin?" Harry asked, kissing her cheek in greeting. "Parking the car," Daphne replied, glancing around the platform. Harry nodded. Those two had a very strange relationship, he had to admit. They had dated off and on during their school years, and while Daphne was studying for five years to complete her Potions Mastery. On the day she had received her certification, she had given Colin an ultimatum: either he asks her to marry him already, or they break up. Unsurprisingly, they had gotten married. Shortly after that, Cyrus had officially claimed Colin as his heir, so that the Greengrass name would continue on. Colin was just happy that his new title wouldn't mean he had to give up his job as a photographer for the Daily Prophet. Daphne looked at ...
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