Harry Potter Soldier Fanfic Novels & Stories

The bald man turned to face me, his eyes moving lazily from my face to my crutch and back up before I grinned, raking a finger through my hair as he approached. “I want you to find Bryan Banks for me. Bring him here, drag him if you have to. I have a feeling seeing her father in chains will have our lovely runaway bride sprinting back into the castle.” I hissed, watching the wheels turn in the man’s head before he nodded slowly. “And if he resists?” Hagrid growled, quirking a bald brow at me and making me smile wide again, wildly. “Kill him. What a maiden doesn't know can't hurt her now can it?” I chuckled, as the soldier turned to face the door, pausing at the doorway to look at me over the

The soldier let go of me, and he no longer had the strength to hold me tight. “Haha! Can you still stand? Not bad! If you faint early, it won't be fun!" Jack's voice rang in my ears. I feel like he's a pervert who likes to torture others. I raise my head, glaring at him, smirk, and challenge, “haven't you had breakfast yet? Your punch isn't even as good as Ashe's slap." The soldier standing to the side looked at me with a panicked look. He couldn't believe I wanted to die.

Under the moonlight, his golden mane is shining brightly. The unconscious witch begins to stir and slowly wakes up only for his eyes to widen in shock. “A-A h-h-hybrid!” He realizes. The soldiers are scared and take out their swords but it is of no use. They are all about to die anyway.

Tavish stood behind him. “Name,” I said. The soldier said nothing. I pulled out the chair opposite him. “Let’s try again.” He smiled. “You’re wasting your time.” “Who is Crispin Halloway?” His smile disappeared. “You know exactly who he is.” “I want you to tell me.” “He’s the man who’s going to fix this world.” Tavish scoffed. “By attacking hospital transports?” The soldier looked at him. “By preventing another war.” I leaned forward.

He was already at the end of the hallway when a soldier plotted him. "My prince" The soldier who's vowed in secrecy about this place, greeted him in respect. He nod his head for confirmation. The soldier continued his halted pace seeing him, but soldier only did made a few steps when he called him. The soldier immediately turned towards him. in a blink of an eye, the shadow man, which was a prince appeared infront of the soldier, left hand raised to air near the face of the soldier in a gray light, as he chant a spell. "La fortivoure" A forgetting spell. immediately the soldier posture straightened as his eyes glazed sleepily. The soldier continued his movement, as if nothing happened. Wile

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

My eyes were clouded with tears as my body shook furiously. “Shhh….calm down.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders as he hugged my body into his tightly. "Nooo….h-he can't be…your lying!" trying to free me from his hold, twisting and turning my body furiously but he just holds me tighter into him. “Vivian stop. Calm down.” “Vivian please calm down.” “You’re lying!” I screamed into his chest. "The military sent you the notice, didn't they. If I was lying then you wouldn't get the letter to confirm it. I am sorry. "

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I refused to let them weaken my resolve.

the younger soldier corrected her with a bow. "I don't know this stuff, so forgive me." She answered. Her cheeks burned, and it wasn't out of shame. "No, no, my lady. You don't have to apologize. I was just providing information," the young soldier said, and Fiona felt better. "It's a great idea anyway, so thank you, my lady," the oldest soldier said, pulling their coif over their head and revealing their long blonde hair. The sound of clashing metal sent a chill down Iona's spine as she watched silently.

I'm glad I called him, I'm so glad. Raymond has found himself an enemy that he wasn't supposed to. Harry has dozens of soldiers at his disposal. “When do you need me?” He asked and I raised my brows, “Not you Harry, your men” I replied “Oh, I'm not important? You don't need me…” he hummed, and I shook my head as I tried to explain, “Fuck you, Harry. I mean, I need your soldiers” “Where I am, there will be my soldiers also. Raymond has found his match. My soldiers are more than the grass in New York”