It goes without saying that I own nothing that you recognize in this. If I did, I am fairly certain that I'd be out doing some cool shit like driving a tank or riding around in a golden limo. Plz r&r
Harry Potter has had a hell of a life. The world has never let him off easy. Whether it be his abusive family or the constant threat of death by the hands of a madman and his twisted cult followers.
Our story picks up at the climax of Harry's final confrontation with said madman. They were deadlocked. No one had the upper hand and both were behind cover at the moment preparing for the next volley of deadly spells. This is it. All the horcruxes are gone, he is all that's left Harry thought. He had an ace up his sleeve, or rather an ace on his hip. An ace that went unnoticed by everyone since the beginning of the battle of Hogwarts began.
Harry slid his wand into the holster on his wrist and reached around to his left hip. His fingers brushed against the rubberized handle of the weapon he had went to great deal to understand and become familiar with. He pulled it out of its holster admiring the shiny steel finish on the eight inch barrel. If there was one thing the Americans certainly did well it was guns.
The irony was almost palatable to Harry. The world's single most anti muggle being would be struck down by a weapon made by muggles. I will have to write a letter of thanks to Mr Smith and Mr Wesson when this is all over, Though Harry as he cracked the revolver open to inspect the rounds in it. After closing it and cocking the hammer back he stood in a crouched position ready to pop up and pump Voldemort's body full of lead.
Tired of waiting Voldemort stood up and offered a taunt "you are nothing boy just as your parents were nothing. The potter line is naught but an insect to be crushed under my heel!"
Harry gritted his teeth and stood up while saying "well Tommy boy I suppose you are right. I may not be strong physically but I surely have more intelligence than the likes of you." As he lined up the sights. Voldemort made to retort as he raised his wand.
" You insolent whel…"
" Shut the fuck up." Harry said as he squeezed the trigger. The round went off with an impressive explosion of light and sound sending seven hundred grains of lead into Riddle's left shoulder all but removing his arm.
The self proclaimed dark Lord screeched in pain using nearly every cuss word in the book and a few colorful new ones that Harry would lock away for a later date.
Voldemort regained his composure and aimed the elder wand at Harry who had the revolver cocked, ready to fire, and aimed between Riddle's eyes. Unfortunately when Riddle casts a spell he has this habit of bringing his wand up to eye level. This habit would prove to be detrimental to his health.
Just as Riddle was about to cast the life ending spell Harry squeezed the trigger again. If one could slow down time they would see the most peculiar of anomalies taking place. The supersonic hunk of lead hit the tip of the wand and caused it to shatter. The magical backlash however did not consume Voldemort, no, it funneled itself into the path that the bullet had just torn through the air. Directly to Harry.
Harry James Potter was hit with the full magical backlash of the most ancient and powerful weapon known to wizardkind. It did not kill him though. Magic by nature is fluid, and to a certain extent, sentient. The magic looked into his soul and saw something. He would never find happiness here. Not here as in this place, but here as in this time. The magic took pity on the young warrior. It contemplated its course of action for a moment then decided that for his selfless actions and unwittingly helping to secure somewhat of a future for magic, the boy was to be christened the champion of magic. This title granted him immense power and the knowledge of every civilization touched by it on this planet and all others in the galaxy. This title has not been spoken since merlin walked the earth. The presence receded from the boy slightly as if admiring it's work. The magic then enveloped the boy and removed him from this time.
Harry woke up leaning against a wall in a strange place. He took in his surroundings it was very metallic and industrial. One thing did capture his attention though. Three creatures that he had never seen before had another who was wearing a helmet with a purple mask and was most definitely female cornered cowering in fear. Harry quickly checked his pistol. One bullet. Cursing himself for forgetting to reload before shooting Voldemort, that meant only one thing: these ugly bastards were going to have to share.
Alright people this is an idea I hatched while I was sitting on the pot. I like the idea of using guns on Voldemort simply for the irony of it. Harry was using the Smith and Wesson .500 revolver. Lots of people hate it but I, as a bigger fellow, find that I can handle it and quite enjoy shooting it. From shooting it I know that and can assure you with 100% certainty that before the second shot Voldemort was a seriously hurting unit. Please for the love of God review I like reading them. I like reader ideas.