Harry woke up in the dead of night from a sound he heard in the living room. Ginny was fast asleep, her phone finally shut off. Harry listened again. Someone had broken into their house. It sounded like two men, strong men too by the sound of them. Harry quickly got out of bed and went downstairs to investigate
"Alright Horace, grab what you can and let's get out of here!" said a tall lanky fellow. He only looked dangerous because he held a gun in his hand.
"Don't be rushin' me Jasper! I know how to rob a house," said a short fat man. He had no gun, probably because Jasper thought he was too stupid to operate one. Harry continued watching them, amused by how clumsy they were. He hoped Ginny our Albus wouldn't come down.
"Oye! Let's hurry up with this stuff," said Jasper, "I don't like the feel of this house. It's too old lookin!"
"got that right Jasper, look at that tv! A thick screen like that? Must be a bunch of old people that live here!" That pushed Harry over the edge. It was one thing to rob a man's house, but to insult the stuff they're robbing? That was different. Harry had his wand with him. Maybe he'd be lucky and they'd think it was a gun.
"What's that?" called Horace. Harry froze holding the wand tightly in his hand.
"Ah! You're hearing things! Come on. Let's go!" Harry could hear them approaching the front door. Now was his chance before they got away. He flung himself into the living room.
"Hello boys. I hope you weren't planning on-" before he could answer, Horse fired his gun. Harry just manged block it by raising his wand, casting a Protego spell. "Christ! Not even gona let me finish!" Horace was now screaming as he continually fired his gun. The bullets continued to bounce off Harry's shield. It was around this time that Jasper pulled out what looked like an auto-matic. Harry quickly realized that was exactly what it was.
"Eat this bitch!" shouted Jasper. He fired a stream of bullets at Harry. The shield held for the most part, but eventually the rapid fire became too much. Harry felt the shield break… along with being shot several times in the thigh. Harry fell to the ground, holding his body, feeling the bullets sink inside him.
"Crazy fucker!" said Jasper as he stood over Harry's bleeding body. Before he could finish the job, a loud police siren sounded in the distance.
"Looks like you get to live today boy," said Jasper as he and Horace quickly left the house. Harry could barely keep his eyes open. The only thing running through his head, besides how pissed off Ginny would be, was that he forgot the first rule of combat. Shoot them before they shoot you.
A/N: don't worry. They'll get longer, and much better.