Summary: Post OoTP Another Harry is an animagus story. Harry decides to take a long walk after his relatives leave for a weekend long trip. He runs into some unsavory characters and gets shot. Sometimes he wishes that he wasn't The Boy Who Lived but he never could be normal could he? pairings Severus Snape and Harry Potter male/male Dont like then go away!
Disclaimer: I own this disclaimer that says I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1 Lucky Shot
It was the summer after the death of Sirius and all he wanted was to disappear. In just a few days he would be 16 and his friends would be sending gifts and letters wishing another, when has it ever been happy, year. He was trying not to think of it.
He was failing.
His only connection to his parents had died because of him and he had risked the lives of his friends for some stupid dream.
Walking aimlessly Harry found himself at the park. Looking around he saw a few people around the bench area. Looking closely he recognized one of them as Dudley's friend. Piers Polkiss looked like a rat. Just thinking of it brought back memories of Pettigrew and therefore Sirius.
With a pinched face Harry walked down the opposite side of the park towards the swings. Idly swinging he tried to think of anything but how he was responsible for so much damage.
The wind was chilly as the sun set further below the horizon. Harry's t-shirt, cargo shorts and sneakers were frail barriers against the rising wind. Looking up briefly he saw that the sky wasn't darkening just because of the late hour but of incoming clouds.
With a sigh he moved to get up off the swing. His relatives were gone for the weekend to visit Vernon's whale of a sister Marge. He didn't have to be home for some time but he didn't want to get sick or wet for that matter.
With another sigh Harry walked back the way he came with his hands in his pockets fingering his holly wand. He always had it on him. You never know what might happen. Like those dementors.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the group with Piers was walking towards him with purpose. Great that was all he needed 'Harry Hunting' without the Big D. All in the days of the Boy-Who-Lived.
Taking a deep breath Harry tried to act like he didn't see them and kept walking but just a bit faster. Why was he so short dammit!
"Oi, Potter!"
Shit. His heart was beating faster and sweat was forming on his brow. Wasn't it cold a minute ago?
"Hey, Freak, I'm talking to you!"
Don't look back. Don't look back Potter. Don't look back you stupid Gryffindor.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners? Oh that's right you don't have one do you?"
The older boys surrounded him with Piers appearing just five feet in front of him. They all had smirks and sneers on their faces and were all well over a foot taller than him. Must everyone be taller than him? Curse the Dursley's for their lack of care. He was probably going to remain short forever. Uh-oh, maybe he should have been paying attention. Piers was growling at him.
"Answer me Potter! Or are you so stupid that you can't understand me?"
"Sorry would you care to repeat it then I didn't mean to doze off at your whining. I never was good with children."
Piers grew red from the neck up and shouted at him while pulling back a fist. Before Harry could even think of a direction to run in one of the biggest guys, who looked more like some gang member, stepped in front of him. Giving Piers a pointed look he turned back to Harry and sized him up.
"So this is the kid D has been picking on. How the mighty have fallen, right Potter?"
Harry stared at the tall teenager and a shiver ran down his spine. The look he gave him was piercing and held such loathing Harry didn't know whether to run like he planned or stand his ground.
"Looks like the Boy Who Lived cant even stand up against a few muggles."
Harry was shocked stiff. He looked at the sneer the thug was giving him. Nope, he didn't have to check his ears. Damn.
"Oh I know you pretty well Potter. I may not be part of your world but my parents were. No one likes a squib coming from a pure blood family but then again your Dark Lord destroyed my family. Took every penny from them and when they became useless he killed them. Not before he used that painful curse to nearly drive them insane. If you had just killed him like you said you did then they would still be alive!"
Harry was even more confused as this guys face turned a fierce red and his breathing increased with his yelling. Didn't he say he was a squib and hated by his pureblood family. Why would he want them back? He was only a few months old when he supposedly 'killed' Voldemort. Wait, someone in Surrey actually knew him! He needed to get his head together another fist was coming towards him and it was too late to even think of anything else.
A loud crack was heard and Harry's head jerked back. Pained flowed all around his head and blood flooded his throat and out his nose like a waterfall. He coughed some of it out but the metellic scent and taste told him he had much more left. His hands flew up to his nose but all he got was another blast of pain. His nose was broken and by a muggle no less. Malfoy would be estatic to know.
"What happened to you Potter? Can't take a hit? Come on fight back you wanker!"
Harry was trying to get his eyes from tearing and wondering where his glasses were. Maybe if he let them kick him around a bit he could go home without being sent to Azkaban for using magic in front of these muggle was a gasp in front of him. What was happening now? He looked around and saw several blurs and one that looked like Piers back away. The blur that looked like the squib was side ways but sort of looking at him. What was he doing?
"You'll pay for what that man did to my family. You'll pay for what my family did to me! And I'll get to show the whole world that you are no better than anyone!"
"Shit Potter! Run you idiot! Hey Gregory put that thing down!"
"Shut it Piers! You and D thought he should drop dead didn't you? Well I'm just gonna spead up the process! Maybe you should leg it Potter, I'll give you five seconds before I shoot."
Oh! Well now everything makes sense. The thug Gregory had a gun and is planning on shooting him. Great. Why didn't wizards think of those? Voldemort would have been dead a long time ago. But then again why didn't Voldemort think of muggle warfare? He would have surely won the war by now! Did Gregory just say five?
"Four!"
Harry decided thinking wasn't very good for his health and ran like Filch was on his tail. Stumbling through the woods and trying to see beyond his lack of glasses and pain from his nose Harry expected to trip any moment now. A gun shot off to his right alerted him that his time was up. There were several foot falls behind him. Another gun shot shot off to his left. Even closer than the last.
"Oi, Potter stop running!"
Yeah right. He had his wand on him but could a protego or some other shield charm work against a bullet from a gun at who knows how fast? Two more shots just above his head. Damn. Harry tried to run sharply right but stummbled over a log and ran straight into a tree shoulder first. The contact with the ground on the same shoulder put a blast of pain throughout his body. Rolling over to his back something that definetly felt like a foot made solid contact with his stomach.
"Didn't get very far did you Potter? Thought you could really escape from me! Ha! What a bloody joke! Guess waving around that grotty stick around is useless ain't it Potter?"
Harry stared dazedly at the bloke now standing above him. Each leg was on either side of him and digging into his sides. The pain intensified slightly at the careless touch. The bloke, his name was Gregory right, was pointing something at him now. Right, the gun. He was the savior of the wizarding world. The defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The Boy-Who-Lived. He was about to be killed by a muggle gun that has been around for hundreds of years and there wasn't a single spell against it! Maybe if he could get his wand from his pocket and aim at the thug he could blast him away far enough to run away again or better yet knock him unconcious.
"Piers! Mate c'mere and give potter his glasses."
Piers shuffled over and jabbed Harry's frames back on his face. Piers quickly walked back and huddled with the other boys that didn't find Harry Hunting much fun anymore.
"Good now you can see! Now you can watch as I pull this trigger and shoot you right into that bleeding scar of yours!"
Harry had managed to get his wand out but he was choking slightly from the blood filling his mouth. He saw Gregory point and cock the gun back. Was that what they called a revolver? Damn.
"Aw is little Harry crying now? Are you going to beg me for your life you pouf? No? Too bad. Now lets see what you look like dead."
The tears that had welled up from the pain had finally fallen as he turned his head to the left and coughed up blood. His throught now clear Harry whipered Expelliarmus and watched as Gregory flew backwards into the boys hiding behind him. With as much strenth he had left Harry picked himself off the floor and sprinted off further into the woods. A shot went off to his left hitting a tree he had put his hand on to steady himself. Not looking back Harry tried to use the trees as shields and looped around them.
How many bullets did that type of gun have anyway? Uncle Vernon called his a six-shooter. Did that mean it only had six bullets? That means there were only one left! Nope there weren't any left now.
The last shot had hit him. The pain seared all over his back and he fell face first onto the floor of the woods. Stars covered his vision and intense shots of pain racked his body. It was too painful to tell where and if it was fatal. Not chancing his wounds Harry stayed as still as possible when footsteps neared his head.
"Ha! Potter your lucky I missed your head!"
Gregory kicked him swiftly in the side and walked away.
"Wait are we just gonna leave'em here?"
"Oi! You wanna carry that lump all the way back to the park? I didn't think so. Leave him there. He's gonna die anyway. Lets go I'm nackered and it's gettin' cold."
Harry could hear the footsteps getting farther away and harder to hear. When he couldn't hear anything more but the frantic beats of his heart Harry began to panic. His vision was blackening at the edges and he was so cold. He didn't know any spells to heal and didn't know if the order was still watching his house. He couldn't die here. He had so much more to do. So many people to save and others to end. He wanted to see his family but not like this. His mum, his dad and Snuffles wouldn't want him to give up like this! He had to do something! He needed to be stronger! If only he could be like Sirius and change into an animal. He could have avoided all this.
The cold was making him numb. Or maybe it was the blood loss. He couldn't move either and now his vision was just a dim grey surrounded by black. Snape would... have... a ball... if... he... knew.
