Gunpowder and Lead (A No Magic Story)
I borrowed the title from Miranda Lamberts new song. A Harry Potter story version of the song.
(it should happen to any guy who abuses women, men or children.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the story except most of the plot.
Hope you like it, its my first story crossover. I write originals. (This is my story. Its an excerpt from another one of my stories I'm writing at soon.)
Ok well I was convinced to change it. My sister read it and said it was more then a little vague on the names. So here you go.
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Prologue
"Why don't you come over now?" A deep voice asked over the phone.
"I told you I'm busy. Besides I can't, he's being irrational. He thinks I'm cheating on him."
Silence greeted him on the phone for a few seconds. "Fine. I'll warn you again, he's been getting that look in his eye. I'm worried he might hurt you."
"Did I hear that right? You're actually admitting an emotion." The man teased the caller.
"Ha ha. Tell anyone and you'll be in trouble." The other man threatened good-naturedly. His tone became gentle again. "But seriously, be careful."
"I will."
"Stop over soon. She's beginning to miss you for some reason."
The man laughed lightly, "I'll come over in the next few days."
The caller sighed. "Fine. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye." He hung up the phone.
"Who was that?"
Harry spun around at the accusing voice from behind him. "It was a friend." He answered quietly.
"A friend. Right." The tall man scoffed. "Then why is it this 'friend' has called six times this week?"
The brunette looked away. "He's worried about me." He looked up to see the male coming towards him. He back up until he hit the counter.
Ron placed his hands on either side of the smaller man leaned in. "And why would he be worried?"
"He thinks you're going to hurt me." Harry answered shakily.
"Does he really." He said staring down at him. "Where have you been going these past few months?"
"W-what?"
"I said 'where have you been going'?" Ron's expression became angry. "You've been seeing someone else haven't you?" He accused.
"N-no I h-haven't." He was beginning to get scared.
A large hand reached up to grasp Harry's chin. "You're lying."
"I haven't s-slept with anyone e-else."
"Why don't I believe you?" The hand tightened, causing the man to wince in pain.
"I wouldn't lie to you." Harry looked away as he said it.
The hand forced him to look back at him. "Then where have you been going, who have you been talking to?"
"I told you, it's a friend." Unable to look at Ron's eyes, he closed his.
Unseen anger reached the larger mans eyes. "You lying, cheating whore." He hissed.
The hand that grasped the smaller man chin twisted his head to the left and then flung him to the ground. Harry hit the tile floor with a skid, burning pain streaking down his side from not wearing a shirt. A hiss escape his lips as he scramble to his feet. He found Ron coming at him. A fist collided with his face, throwing him to the ground again. As he went to kick the fallen man, Harry kicked his own leg out causing the tall man to falter and trip backwards. As he climbed to his feet again, running to the door, Harry had taken one step outside when he was grabbed from behind and tossed on the wood porch. He landed on his hip and wrist, scraping them. When he turn onto his back, Ron was there laying on him.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson." He grabbed his hands and pinned them above the boys head with one hand, ignoring the yelp of pain. His other hand went to Harry's pants beneath him, undoing the button and zipper. He started to pull them down when he was kneed in the groin. Ron gasped in pain and let go of his arms.
The smaller man jerked his legs out from underneath him, stood up quickly. He spun around, took two steps and crashed to the porch again. Harry's leg had been grabbed and was drug back the few feet, taking skin off the smaller man. Ron crawled over Harry again and punched him in the face. "Let's try this again."
He yanked the boxers and pants off him and undid his own pants. He flipped the boy over roughly and spread his legs. "This will teach you that you belong to me and no one else." He shoved himself inside the man beneath him, relishing in the scream that was ripped out of him.
"You're mine, no one else's." He with drew and pushed in again, ripping the slighter man's skin. "You will never see him again."
Harry closed his tear filled eyes against the pain. The bigger man began to speed up, finally pushing into him harder one last time, reaching his completion while the brunette had his face pressed against the wood crying. Harry felt him pull out and zip his pants.
Ron smirked down at the naked male below him. He smacked Harry's ass and walked back into the house.
The boy laid there for another moment before sitting up, wincing. He reached for his pants and pulled them on. Standing up, he spied his sandals sitting on the porch chair. Each step he took, he cringed in pain. Stepping into his shoes, Harry felt his pocket. His keys were in his pocket, as was his cell phone. He heard Ron's footsteps coming back and he tripped down the stairs to his truck. As he started his truck, he saw the larger man come barreling out the door. Throwing the truck into drive, he spun it around and sped off.
Pulling the cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed 911.
Yes I know its very vague on names…. It just felt right.
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