Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Uses A Gun Triwizard Tournament Novels & Stories

I tightened my lips as I wasn't ready to repeat the word. "That's what I thought" He whispered. Let's be real, Harry's a bastard. *** Harry and I managed not to kill each other till we got to the restaurant. Yeah, we managed. I mean there were times I wished I got a gun with me so I could direct a bullet to the front of his pants where his little Harry was kept hidden. Even with Harry being Harry, I didn't act on my imagination.

I repeated in shock and turned to see Zella who looked like she's about to cry. "Report." Harry stated while massaging his temple, his other hand still holding the gun. "We ambushed them as you said, but we were defeated. A help came and.. and they wiped us out." "Wiped you out? Even with the hunters helping you?!" "They moved fast, Harry! They are on us before we can even pull the trigger or–or reload!" Harry waved his gun around and I shrunk back, afraid that it would go off and it would hit me. "Who is it this time?!"

continued Lyon. Lyon's men had their guns pointed at Harry. He was by himself, his only defense was the child he was holding. Harry looked at the Chief. "Well I think, I'll just take this boy to hell." Lyon's eyes widened when he saw that Harry was about to pull the trigger from the boy's head, Until… Harry was shot multiple times in the back. The tragedy appeared to be happening slowly. Harry came to a complete stop and began to sag to the ground.

He turned around to look at the speaker. “I’ve got you this time” said a familiar voice. Kane turned around, “Harry? What are you doing here” “What do you think?” He clapped his hands and a couple of peacekeepers walked out of the tree around the grove and marched in resonance, geared with the formidable railgun, camouflaged attire and black leather boots. Harry moved forward, a mousy looking human moved with him holding up a glass umbrella large enough to cover both their heads. “You are losing your grip. A dead body, a murder weapon and a eyewitness. I expect I’ll get you a lifetime.”

Harry took a deep sigh of relief and his shoulders visibly slump while the vase he was holding was now kept on the table by him. "You could have called me or anyone for that. Why did you bother?" He said and opened the door of the bathroom while Alice followed inside the room. "What's wrong?" She asked calmly but hand was gripping onto the gun. "Everything is fine. The jar of water broke." I said. "How do you have such a talent of breaking literally anything? And that too as soon as you woke up." She humped and kept the gun in her pocket again while Harry walked outside with a thick white towel and a bowl.

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

“Ada—” “I won’t defend you, Harry,” Ada says, her voice low but firm. Harry looks back and forth between the two of them, his face slowly turning into a mask. Then, he reaches into his pocket as quick as lightning and retrieves a gun, which he points directly at Theo. All the sadness is gone from his face. Instead, it’s been replaced with rage. “If you think that you’re going to have the upper hand in this, you’re sorely mistaken!”

"Let me go, you motherfucker, or I’ll shout!" Adrian hissed, stumbling back, his eyes wild with fear. Harry cocked his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. He lifted the gun slightly, his finger grazing the trigger. "You shout, I pull the trigger," he said, his voice eerily calm. Adrian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His back hit the sink, nowhere left to go. "You’re insane," he breathed.

I hold it in my arms and flex it around, checking it. I spin the barrel before adjusting the gun in my hand and placing my hand on the trigger. A gun filled with bullets that could take the power of any kind of werewolf. The same bullet that I'm going to shoot deep into Harry's skin and strip him of his power. Without his power, he is nothing. I know it. "You have no idea how much this means to me." I say to Harry as I shove the gun down my back pocket. Oliver grabs my two hands and encloses them in one of his.