"Get down!" a voice yells in my head, as a explosion rocks the building. "that was a close one" I say to my self trying to get up. As another explosion rocks the building as I am knocked to the foor again. Then I crawl on my chest to where I last left my rifle. Then getting up on one knee and putting the stock of the gun in my shoulder and looking though the sniper sight. As I pull the trigger to fire a bullet. I feel all the things as the first time I used a gun. The hammer falling onto the bullet. The gunpowder sparking, pushing the bullet out of my rife. As it leaves the barrel, I feel the speed, the wind, the angle of the bullet as it flies to a tanks fuel cap. Then next thing I know I and thrown down and the place going black and I think of words my mother told me "Son I cant make you go to see your grandmother but promise me this. After your time in the army, killing people. Go see her she lives up in Scotland but take the train it will be easier" "i promise"...
As The families say goodbye to their children on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and wave them off to Hogwarts. A soldier looking man wearing a cowboy hat and hes army uniform walks by with a camo-colured Rucksack, as he starts to get on the train master runs over to him, puffing he says"No Muggles on this train", The solder steps down from the train and takes off his hat saying to the trainmaster " I am no Muggle, Sir the names Captain Shaun "skutter" McGonagall I am here to see my grandmother Minerva McGonagall" The trainmaster steps back a bit "Sorry Capt' McGonagall, go right ahead" as the trainmaster walks away, Shaun steps into the train carriage and walks down the seats and sits in a room in one of the Compartment cars puting his bag down on the seat beside him. Then tips his hat and falls asleep...
"thunk" goes an arrow from the bow I was firing. "Good work Skutter!" goes the old chief "the more you use your powers to show the arrow where to go. The more deadly you will become" I smile a bit as I walk over to my kill. As I look over the deer I shot, I think back to the long 2 weeks since the explosion in the war ridin town where the tribes people found me and took me in. "Skutter! pick up the the deer and being in back to the huts!" the chief yells to me as I pick up the deer to walk back to the huts. My mind goes the why they call me "Skutter", as thats the closet to sniper as they have...
Sker as sream yells out, The man in the cowboy hat jumps up "What was that?"The boy sitting across from him shrugs and looks out the glass door at the faces that are looking to see what happen. "Stay here" the man says as he opens the door, and steps into the trains cargin's hallway " I will be back and dont open the door" he says closing the door. He walks up the cargins to were the sound came from. A young girl trys to get out from her room but the man puts a hand up saying stay in there. As he walks from one cargins to the next, he sees a black creature. The man puts his hand around his back and pulls out a colt .42. As he brings his arm around, he clicks the gun. Then he opens the door of the next cargin, then steps though, closeing the door behird him. He shouts "OI!" the creature turns facing him. He brings the gun up and says "bang!"...
As the weeks fly by at the native village The old chef has me bring something use magic out of, or something. I give him my old colt .42 that my father gave me. As he puts it in his pot. He tells me that to use magic is not just about waving sticks around, but the art of skill. And that you can use whatever your want but its needs an connetine for magic to come out of it. "your gift here will use the magic in you to use for good or bad" then the chief says a spell over the pot and pulls out the colt. Here is the power of magic in this gun. As I pick it up I can feel that is not cold steel like before but a warm feel to it now. Then I pull the tigger but nothing happens. Then the chief says well you may need some armo. As he looks though a old book full of spells titled guns and spells he say right armo time as he shows me the spell...