1. Harry Potter Promise NR.14


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 16 Disclaimer: don't own As January began to wind down, Harry and his friends continued to do their research, and carried out reconnaissance missions, keeping an eye on the Ministry entrance, Diagon Alley, and Hogsmeade. By picking up copies of the Daily Prophet whenever they could, they learned of the Muggleborn Registration Commission, a committee that was 'seeking to ascertain where self-proclaimed 'muggleborns' had stolen their magic from, since it clearly wasn't inherited.' Harry wanted to go beat something to a pulp when he read that Umbridge was heading up the committee. He did manage to let out a bit of his frustration by transfiguring some of the practice dummies to look like their former Defense professor. By the end of the afternoon, not one of them was left in any sort of fighting condition. It made him feel better, though only slightly. Once he had vented his frustrations, they discussed whether or not Umbridge had taken the Dark Mark yet. Harry wouldn't put it past her, but knew that she didn't need Voldemort's mark to act the way she did. Hermione passed him the list of missing muggleborns who had failed to submit themselves for questioning; it was a list that took up several pages in the Prophet. Harry was relieved to see so many of his friends' names on the list, because that meant that they hadn't been caught yet. He recognized many of the names as belonging to students he had attended Hogwarts with. Both Creeveys were listed, as were Dean, ...
    Justin, and Sheila, amongst others. He hoped that they were all safe, and hiding well, but knew better than to try and look for them. He would most likely just lead the war right to their doorstep. The best thing he could do for his friends was continue to search for the horcruxes, and then defeat Voldemort. Towards the end of January, Harry voiced a thought that had been niggling in the back of his mind ever since Hermione had found the story of what Luna had called the Deathly Hallows. "I really wish we could speak with Ollivander," he commented, drawing everyone's attention away from what they had been doing – going over notes, or reading through books they hoped would be of use. "Why?" Hermione asked, setting her sheaf of parchment down. Harry bit his lip. "I just can't get the story of the Elder wand out of my head. And who better to ask about it then a wandmaker? I hope he's all right. No one has seen him since the attack on Diagon Alley last month." Ginny pursed her lips. "Perhaps we can try and figure out what happened. There might be some sort of trail leading from where he was taken." "It's too dangerous," Hermione argued. "What if you're caught?" Harry shook his head. "I know it's dangerous, but I just feel like it could be important." No one looked too happy about the idea, but they knew not to argue when Harry had an idea like this. After all, his instincts were usually right. Harry sighed. "We'll use caution. After dark, so fewer people will be around. We'll use ...
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