A/N: I'm churning out these Fan fictions today, 6 chapters published today, now this. Rated M for adult language not suitable for young people, you have been warned.
"Anything interesting?" Harry asked Ron, so was skimming through the daily prophet.
"Nah, not really" Ron replied.
"Any deaths?" Harry asked.
"Woah, 84 this week" Ron said.
"How many death eater related" Harry asked. Even after Voldemort's death, some of his followers kept killing.
"Only twelve" Ron said.
"What are the rest?" Harry asked.
"Muggles" Ron said.
"Muggles?" Harry said.
"Yep"
"The muggles are more dangerous than the death eaters" Harry said surprised.
"What are you up to today?" Ron asked casually.
"Hermione and Ginny are dragging me along shopping against my will" Harry said.
"Good luck" Ron laughed.
"Well, I'd better go meet them now".
CHAPTER ONE.
Hermione and Ginny were in there! He had to get in there and save them. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, as an armed muggle started a hostage situation.
They were the only two witches, the nearest wizard was Harry, but the next closest was miles away, the other side of London at least, they would be to slow to help.
There was a line of Muggle police officers trying to guard the gathering crowds, and negotiate with the armed man.
"I want one million dollars in cash right here!" He demanded.
"I'm afraid that isn't possible, please release the hostages" One officer in charge pleaded to the man.
The armed man turned around and fired a shot into the building, Harry's heart went cold when he heard the screams coming from inside, hopefully he hadn't just shot Ginny or Hermione.
"I'll ask again, I want one million dollars in cash, and a safe exit" the man said.
"Even if we wanted, it is not possible, just please, don't harm any more hostages" the officer begged.
"You brought this upon yourself!" The man yelled, turning and firing two more shots at the hostages.
An icy fist gripped Harry's heart as he fired the shots.
Over Come with rage, Harry burst through the line of police, and charged towards the building.
The man spun around to see him.
BLAM! There was a flash of orange, and a sudden pain in Harry's shoulder.
He raised his hand to his shoulder, it came away covered in red blood
His system full of Adrenalin, he gritted his teeth and carried on.
BLAM! There was another flash of orange, and there was a sudden pain in Harry's left arm.
Gritting his teeth even more, Harry pushed on, the police watched, frozen, as this one young man took bullet after bullet, charging the man
BLAM! Suddenly Harry tripped over, his leg in a lot of pain.
BLAM! Another orange flash from the gun, and Harry's chest suddenly ached terribly.
He drew his wand, not caring how many muggles were watching, in person and on live news reports, he was desperate to save his two friends.
"AVADA KA-" Harry began two yell, his face contorted with rage.
BLAM! Another orange flash, then his forehead ached horribly and it all went black.
"I need some serious help over here!" Yelled the healer, wheeling the stretcher through the door at high speed, blood pooling in the stretcher and dripping profusely onto the floor.
Healers everywhere dropped their tasks of little importance to help with the new patient.
He was barely recognizable, his face was caked in blood, and his shirt was riddled with holes and was soaked with blood.
"Incident?" One healer called out
"Muggle gunshot wounds" the man wheeling the stretcher called back.
"Name?" The healer asked, writing on a clipboard.
"Harry Potter..." The man replied.
"Harry Potter…... Jesus fucking Christ, your joking?" The Healer said.
"Fraid not" the man said, arriving at a room.
"What's the main injury?" The Healer asked anxiously glancing at the blood covered face.
"Bullet in the forehead, it's lodged in his brain, buggers lucky to still be alive, we can't remove that bullet without causing some serious brain damage" The man said, hooking Harry up to life support while other Healers made themselves busy.
"Those fucking Muggles, don't know who they're messing with!" The Healer exclaimed.
"I'm sure that this incident won't go unpunished by the ministry, they will crack down on the muggles, might even be a war" the man said.
The Healer managed to get the bullet out of Harry's shoulder and healed the wound, leaving only a scar that would fade in a few days max, while other healers worked on the other wounds.
"Jesus fucking Christ" the healer muttered, shocked, as he cast a spell to staunch the blood loss from Harry's wound in his forehead, and siphoning off the dried blood.
"It's not nice is it" another Healer. Said, grimacing.
"We can't remove that bullet without causing serious damage, but leave it in there, and he'll die.
"We did everything we could" the Healer told Hermione.
"The head wound was difficult, but we did it with minimal damage" He said.
"Just take me too him now! I'm his girlfriend, I deserve to see him!" Hermione demanded.
The healer relented and led Hermione to Harry's room.
"You have a visitor, Mr Potter, she claims to be your girlfriend" the Healer said.
"That's fine, could we have some alone time, please?" Harry asked.
"Of course" The healer said, leaving the room.
"My girlfriend eh?" Harry said with a grin.
"It was the only way he would let me in" Hermione said.
"I wonder what Ginny will say about that idea" Harry said.
Hermione's face suddenly turned very serious and he knew something was wrong.
"Harry, I'm. So, so sorry, but, it's, um, uh, well, Ginny, she's, um, well, Dead" Hermione said, tears appearing in her eyes.
That last word hit Harry harder than the bullets did.
"Dead...?" Harry whispered, hoping he had misheard Hermione.
A/N: A bit of a cliff hanger isn't it?, well, second chapter is almost finished. Leave a review if you liked it.