Harry Potter Soldier Fanfic Novels & Stories

“It’s not enough, Damon. I can’t just sit back and let others fight this battle for me.” “This isn’t just a battle,” Damon said, his voice rising. “This is a war. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up being the one who loses it all.” --- Before Hazel could respond, the doors to the chamber opened, and a soldier entered, dragging a hooded figure behind him. Damon straightened, his expression hardening as he stepped forward. “Who is this?” he demanded. “A spy,” the soldier replied, yanking the hood back to reveal a man with sharp features and defiant eyes. “We caught him near the stables, trying to escape.”

I hiss as the silk burns my skin at the impact of the scorching heat. My eyes scan through the set of soldiers - heads high, all mighty, aware of the strength they hold against me. Oh! So foolish, cause they always underestimate me. I see a soldier slide his helmet off his head, a grin playing on his lips, taunt in his eyes - mocking me. I would love to wipe the grin away. I stretch my hand pointing the sword against his chin, a signal to fight me.

A huge smile formed in my lips as I heard the series of calls from very familiar voices of two badass females I knew – Fae and Stella. Their voices mized with chaotic sounds of banging, screams, and heavy footsteps. Fury radiated over Luke and he looked back at the men behind him. “What is happening there?” One of the soldier shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. “I don’t know, Sir Luke.” “Well, look outside then, moron!” he angrily screamed. But just as his soldier were about to leave the room, a soldier who looked pretty beaten up with busted lips and deep claw marks on his arms, stumbled inside the room.

The fear vanished, swallowed entirely by the monstrous entity that had awakened at the bottom of the pit. My eyes narrowed, mirroring his, my pupils hardening. "I hate them," I whispered, the words carrying a dark weight. "I want to watch them burn." The soldier stared at me for one heartbeat, before a slow, dark smile spread across his rugged face. He released his grip on my chin, stepping back a bit, his low, satisfied laughter echoing against the wooden walls. "Perfect," he murmured, picking up his mortar and pestle once more. "That's all I need to know.”