روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Sas Soldier Fanfiction

Harry threatened, pointing the gun at the side of Tessa’s head. A man in a military ceremonial dress suit stepped out of the crowd surrounding Harry and Tessa. It was none other than Graham Thompson, the military general.

When I lifted my face, I saw Daniel on the ground, clutching his bleeding hand while Cassian approached, gun in hand, faint smoke still rising from the barrel. “Did you have fun, you little shit?” Cassian crouched down, grabbing Daniel’s hair and pressing the gun barrel under his chin. “Now it’s my turn to play with you.” Daniel was pale, his eyes full of tears as he tried to stop the bleeding in his hand. Charles and Diane were surrounded by Cassian’s soldiers while Harry stood firm beside the Boss. My head throbbed, but I forced myself to my feet. I wanted to look at that bastard, wanted to look down on him and savor every second of his humiliation.

"I definitely killed you." Harry's smile widens. "Yeah, you really did. Only that was Harry." He gestures to his body like it's a suit he's borrowed. "But don't worry, just call me Harry. The name is kinda cute, honestly. I transferred my soul into his body when I found him dead, and now all I want is a sweet good death for his pack. A death which is going to be done by y'all here, except that I'll be in there feeding y'all with enough information to make it happen." The confession hangs in the air. Soul transfer. Body possession. This thing wearing Harry's face isn't Harry at all.

I sniffed back the tear about to the drop and gently placed the man on the floor shutting his creepily opened eyes, I placed his hands by his side properly, rose up to my feet, bowed my head and turned to Treyton, "Jeff must die!" __ It wasn't easy for two soldiers, one who is experienced and another who has just a little knowledge about fighting. "Is there some kind of spell that brings back dead corpses to life and times there soul by three," I asked breathing heavily as I watched the body of Jeff's soldier lying helplessly on the ground. "Why?" Treyton asked, equally confused. "Cus why in moon's name won't they stop increasing," I rose up from my half bent position and thrust the sword ti

If he was asking who I was, then the spell was still very much active. “I’m Tasha,” I said, the first name that came to my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for using the name of the girl who had died because of me. “She your girl?” the soldier asked, smirking. Ash returned the smirk easily. The soldier patted the roof of the old car before stepping back, allowing us to pass through. Well, that was weird, but still, we got out, and that’s all that matters. “I can’t believe this worked!”

"Not. I brought my men." Harry snorted in annoyance. He knew Sulthon hadn't moved at all. He was just about to make a move in the early hours of the morning when everyone was asleep. That was Harry's order to Sulthon via W******p message he sent a few minutes after his assistant left the hospital. “Be careful because I believe Susi is not a good person. She must have a plan that might be very dangerous for you and Mama.” "Yeah, I'm always on guard. Yes, yes, I will immediately look for Mama's position because my men are already moving."

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

Perhaps he'll be the one to explain what's going on later. The two men are thrown to mine and Harry's feet as they snarl and make displeased sounds that fall on deaf ears. The soldiers tie their hands behind their backs and strip them of all the nonexistent weapons and shields the rogues possess. "Who are you people?" Harry asks the rogues, and the unstable one answers. "Your fucking ruination!" He spits out and doesn't forget to actually spit on Harry. Oh oh. I know that Harry is a changed man and all, but you don't spit on an ex-psycho's face. I think the guy gets it now as Harry slowly wipes off his face with the material of his top and a sadistic smile forms on his lips.

“They came for me. I won’t let them take anyone else.” Lucas swore. “Arthur, what do we do?” “We fight,” Arthur growled. But Ash shook his head. “No. I fight.” And then— His body ignited in silver fire. The same fire that lived in my veins. The same fire that tied our fates together. Arthur reached for me again. And this time— I didn’t know if I could protect him. Or if Ash and I were about to end the war… Or start it.

Ivaan turned back, falling down towards Kavya,holding her hands and with the help of super boosters they both got pushed up. "You both go up, I will just block their way." Harry paused and activated his combat mode . A lesser light emitted from his palm armour from which he pierced the metallic wall of the tunnel into halves. The half wall slided backwards causing great chaos and blocked the way of soldiers. Harry accelerated his speed and reached the top of the tunnel where Kavya and Ivaan were waiting for him. "What were you saying about your mother's death? " She attacked him with her question as soon as he landed on top.