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.

He saw figures, blending with the dark foliage, visible only due to its movement. [It's camouflage magic.] he thought, as his mind raced for a counter spell and his hand went under his cloak, passing over various bottles in hidden compartments. His fingers stopped over a small greenish bottle and pulled it out in one fluid motion, flinging it at the advancing figures. With a flash, the bottle shattered, revealing 3 figures in front of them, surrounding them. "Who are you?" asked Dorin, seemingly unfazed, "What do you want?" The figures kept silent. Two of them held a weapon made of metal, with some kind of elastic band on the pointed tip, they aimed it at the 2 students and fired.

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.

"Who let you in?!" She asks and wanting to slap her face realizing the idiot knows her password now. "I used Alohomora in your door, witch." He says motioning his hand in a circular way as if casting a spel. "Do you want me to cruicio you?!" She frowns trying not to grin finding out that this serious looking handsome stranger is also a Potterhead. "Well, you'll be back to Azkaban if you do." He smirks as he sits comfortable and snatching the cup of ice cream she has in hand before putting a spoonful of brain freezing cream in his mouth.

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.