In Battle Side-By-Side
I don't own Harry Potter nor James Bond
James pointed his gun and fired than ducked back down, he glanced over at his son and proud of how well he was handling himself in the fight. Harry ducked an incoming and he glanced up at his father and grinned before cautiously putting his head around the ruined building to see where the enemy was. He shot off a round before ducking down, "got one dad!" he grinned.
"Well done, Harry," James said, "but we have about six fighters left."
Harry nodded, "I think all of our side has been taken out."
"So it is up to us than," James looked out, "do you think you can get to that car there, if I lay down coverfire for you?"
Harry looked around his father's back and saw the car in question, he grinned and nodded hefting his gun up into a better position and nodded. James smiled back gave him a silent countdown before popping up and giving his son coverfire as the boy ran to the car a few feet away. Their enemy tried to get the boy, but they had to duck under James relentless fire. James knew he was rapidly running out of ammo and when he was it would be up to Harry.
Harry skid to a stop on the other side of the ruined car, he knew his father was nearly out of ammo. He checked his gun, he hadn't fire as many times as his father had, he was still a little nervous about shooting it. He looked back at his father who nodded encouragement to him and motioned that there were two sneaking up on him. Harry popped out and rapidly fired his gun, catching both in the chest. He ducked back down and scooted under the car so he could see their feet. He heard his father hiss and knew he was the only one left on his side. He swallowed hard, he couldn't do this… he couldn't!, but what choice did he have?
He tracked the last few and scooted out from the car. Unexpectedly he was behind them, behind their lines. He took careful aim and pulled the trigger, catching the leader of the other side by shocked surprise. The look of consternation flooded his face than it fell into a pout caused Harry to snicker. The thing was he couldn't even warn his fellow teammembers, he glowered at Harry as the eight year old snuck by him and up to the next 'enemy' in line. Harry took out the enemy one by one until. WHAP!, that stung. Harry looked down at his chest where a neon yellow splat now covered his chest. He looked up into a pair of dancing grey eyes as the girl signaled that Harry had been shot. "Winner Yellow team."
Harry grinned at her and looked up when his father clasped his shoulder and smiled up at him, "that was brilliant dad!" James smiled at his son as he led off the paint spattered field.
"It was, wasn't it," James agreed, "ice cream?"
Sorry, sorry this took so long, I just lost the thread and where I had wanted to go just died and I couldn't find anything to bring it back, so I abandonded that thread and am just writing bonding fics of Harry and James rather than trying to do a small adventure too.