A while back I did a pilot story for a Highschool of the Dead/Harry Potter crossover idea. I felt like I didn't quite do it well enough, so I decided to come back to the idea. Part of the idea for this revisit is recently I watched a "how to beat anime" episode on this anime and this got the creative juices flowing once again to reexplore this idea. Now, what ideas am I bringing back to this once visited idea? Well, as some of you may know, I own da pew pews. Specifically, an FN pistol, Ruger 10/22, and PSA/Aero Precision AR-15 carbine. All really nice and they're great. And before someone asks, yes, I am a law-abiding citizen of legal ownership age otherwise I couldn't get them. Regardless, the more I get into the pew-pew community, the more I see my previous errors when it concerned scenes with them including tactics, holding, and just eye and ear protection in general. So, that preamble aside what am I changing in this revisit?
The first thing is why Harry's there. Originally, he was just an English teacher brought on to teach English, and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Now, with this revisit, I want to have him there as an agent hired by the Magical community as well as the British and Japanese to uncover the strange happenings in Japan with Shido's father, because as we know Saya's father was investigating him right before the outbreak happened. I May as well add a magical slant onto that as well mainly because unless there's a virus like the Rage Virus from the 28 Days/Weeks Later movies where people just go berserk before dying because of a modified virus, the zombies we see just can't happen scientifically. This is why I'm edging on the magical aspect of this as we all know because Infeiri exist and they're zombies in all but name. Because Harry's there on the behest of multiple governments, I figure I should buff up Harry's resume to compensate for it including, but not limited to: a SAS operator as well as other magical world things. But I'll cover that when I get there. When the story starts, Harry will be in his upper twenties to compensate for the increased resume.
Title: [undecided]
Rating: M due to violence, language, and potentially lewd situations extended beyond "ecchi" just to be safe.
Pairing(s): Undecided for all other than Harry with an adult female. I don't know at this moment in time if that means "just turned 18" adult, or another teacher/adult.
Summary: I should have known that shit was going to hit the fan sooner or later when I was tasked with an Intelligence op in Japan loaded for bear on behalf of the UK, US, and Japan both magically and mundane working at a high school as an English teacher, watching over the son of a corrupt politician who has hidden ties to a doomsday cult. Why can't my life be simple?
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and High School of the Dead to the appropriate parties. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
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"Captain," the first man greeted in a darkened room only lit up by a projector.
"General," a younger man returned the greeting.
"Captain, you've been called here today to take part in the most important operation that humanity has."
"Humanity, sir?"
"This is a mission that will require the collaboration of multiple countries and other entities to succeed. From these other entities, they told us that you were the best pick for situations requiring supernatural forces."
"Supernatural, sir?"
That was the general's cue to start the presentation and briefing as he pushed a button on a remote to go to the first slide. "This is Koichi Shido, son of Japanese Diet member Ichirou Shido." The man on the screen was a man with black hair that was slicked back behind his crown and in front, two long bangs hung freely. He wore a pin-stripe suit and red tie. The particular picture that was taken showed him with a neutral expression but the next one in a group picture showed him smiling.
"Sir, the son of a Japanese politician? You're assigning a Tier 1 operative to this?"
"Not without good reason, son." He moved to the next slide. "Shido junior here has been in talks with some bio-firms in several countries hostile to the West in general as well as his home country of Japan. The list includes, but is not limited to Russia, China, Syria, and several smaller startups in Africa with terror cell connections. While he's been using coded language, the same word keeps getting repeated over and over again: 'awakening.' We believe it's a code word associated with another group." The map showing the locations changed to what looked like a compound in the middle of nowhere. "This is the compound of the cult 'Church of the Midnight Hour.'" Another picture was added on top of it. "And this is their current leader and founder, Junichi Sanjiro. He controls his cult-like every other cult has for the last fifty years. Doomsday, you need to repent before the end of the world, and so on." A surveillance photo was added to the pile. "Junichi and Koichi have been seen on numerous occasions exchanging money for favors both ways. Junichi has also been seen with Ichirou Shido as well on several occasions, we believe they are all well acquainted with one another."
"What are the beliefs of this cult that would require top assets to be deployed?"
"The main belief is that one day a plague will come to wipe out the unbelievers leaving the planet for those who devout to their god."
"Typical doomsday cult, but with a plague angle."
"Correct." The slide went back to the compound. "In the last few months, our allies in the region have directed satellites towards their compound and have observed them building up defenses, importing decades' worth of foodstuffs and self-sustaining farm materials, weapons from the black market, and other various crime syndicates, and anti-biological equipment. We think they're gearing up for something big." He flipped through the other slides again. "If it weren't for the communications with various biotech firms, we wouldn't think anything of it and would leave the local authorities, maybe with the help of Interpol, to deal with them. But-," he trailed.
"You think that with the help of the Shido family and these labs, they are going to self-initiate their prophesized plague," the captain finished and the general nodded. "Then send a few strike teams in MOP gear and a few drones to their camp, why a lone operator? Why me?"
"There has been talking in the magical communities too," the general continued as he changed the slide to another. "MI6's Magical Intelligence branch has intercepted communications of magical origin between the UK and Japan as well as many other countries. Given the fact that these are magical forms of communication, we are only able to determine the who and the where, not the contents inside. The individual here in the UK is none other than Lucious Malfoy – and before you ask, he's already gone to ground and is outside the country – and the recipient is Junichi. Speaking with Army Intelligence in Japan and confirming it with the various alphabet agencies of the US, Junichi is a wizard himself."
"That explains the magic angle," the captain muttered. "So, what will you have me do?"
"Your objective is to gain close access to Koichi by becoming an English teacher at the same school he teaches at. Befriend him, get him drunk, get him to talk. When we have all the information needed for his plans with Junichi and the labs, then take him out."
"Collateral?"
"If you can get Malfoy as well, he's fair game. Junichi Sanjiro is also fair game if you come in contact with him."
"What support will I have?"
"An arsenal of your choice will be sent to a safe house in the same districting area of the school. The Japanese military knows of this operation and will handle the transfer discretely. They will be the closest thing you will have to close support for this mission outside of the US Army garrison still on the Japanese mainland."
"I'll visit the requisitions officer with my list of equipment," the captain replied.
"Godspeed, Captain Potter."
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"Please turn to page 253," Harry intoned as he started to read from the book itself. Animatedly he started the first verse, "Half a league, half a league, / Half a league onward, / All in the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred. / "Forward, the Light Brigade! / Charge for the guns!" he said. / Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred." Harry looked around the room and picked a random girl in his class. "Please continue with verse two."
She stood up and started to read in unsure English, ""F-forward, the Light Brigade!" / Was there a-a man dismayed? / Not though t-the soldier knew / S-someone had blundered. / Theirs not to make r-reply, / Theirs not to reason w-why, / T-theirs but to do and die. / Into the valley of D-death/ Rode the six hundred." She was a mousey, wallflower type with long hair, glasses, and a long-hemmed skirt. A stereotypical nerd for Japan minus the obsession with anime.
"Good." The girl sat down but seemed to glow with the praise. Probably didn't happen enough in other classes. "Now, who wants to read verse 3?" No one responded. "Either someone volunteers or someone gets voluntold," Harry said in an ominous, yet not-so-serious voice. Harry froze as he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Sensei, is everything alright?" another female student asked.
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Harry tried to shake it off, but something was wrong in the air. As of magic itself was sick.
"Hey, what's going on outside!?" someone shouted. Immediately, like moths to a lit porch light, his students ran to press their faces against the glass facing the school's entrance.
While Harry was obligated to proceed with the English lesson, he found himself concerned as well. Looking outside he saw a few teachers trying to get what looked like a drunk bumping against the closed school gate. The PE teacher reached forward to push the man away, probably to tell him to buzz off, but his arm was grabbed and the drunk man suddenly took a bite and tore a large chunk of flesh from the teacher's arm. The teacher suddenly fell to the ground, convulsed, and was suddenly still.
"Holy shit," a male student gasped.
A female teacher went over to check on the PE teacher and knelt down to check his pulse. She did, looked up, and shook her head. Before she could react or notice, the PE teacher rose up and immediately bit her in the neck, tearing a chunk out of her. She died instantly.
"Gods above," Harry swore quietly.
It took a few seconds, but immediately panic was let loose as students started pouring towards the exits of the room, only a few stayed behind wanting to not be crushed by the surge of people. Harry reached under his desk and pulled out a backpack and unzipped it pulling out a Sig Saur MCX Rattler. It was chambered in .300AAC. It was the standard 'SBR' model with what they designated a 'PDW' upper. The muzzle device was one of those Q Cherry Bomb muzzle break to which he could quickly attach their Trash Panda suppressor. Said suppressor was pulled out and attached. For optics, he had a Trijicon ACOG and canted, flippable irons. He loaded a mag and racked the charging handle preparing the first round. He also threw on a chest rig to carry his combat knife, extra magazines, and sidearm, a Glock 19 with a threaded barrel, suppressor, and RMR red-dot. He pulled out a gas mask as well and placed it on his rig readied to rip and place if needed. On the back of the rig was a trauma kit with a BRCC 'Blackbeard' patch, because why not? He snapped his fingers and magic obeyed his will to transfigure his more formal clothing into more 'operator appropriate' attire; a t-shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots.
"Sensei?" a girl's voice asked. It was the same one that read verse 2 of the Light Brigade. "What are you doing?" It wasn't just her, but a small handful of maybe three other students besides her were in the room; two other girls and a boy.
"I need you to listen and listen closely. My name is Captain Harrison Potter of the British Special Air Service," he started to reintroduce himself. If the plague had reached this far out from the city center, the situation was already FUBAR, and keeping his true identity secret would no longer matter. "I was assigned here to keep an eye on a priority target, not one of you, gather information and provide that back home for it to be actioned appropriately. Said priority target was working with a terror cult operating out of the Japanese countryside that has connections to various anti-Western entities including bio-labs in countries that specialize in studying and weaponizing various diseases. We're no way close to the city center which means if these things have reached us then the entire city is fucked and we need to get as many people out as possible." He slung his bag over his shoulder which had a minor expansion charm in it to fit extra things. "I hate quoting movies in serious situations, but come with me if you want to live."
The four let this sink in. The boy knew about firearms due to being an airsoft fanatic, and the weapons he had weren't fake. Due to a more recent law, all model guns had to have a mark on them that law enforcement could spot to determine if it was fake or not. And his were real. He also was able to change clothes with a snap of his fingers which no one could do except for illusionists and considering that there was screaming coming from the lower levels insisted that this was real and not some elaborate hoax/prank.
The lone boy asked, "What is the plan, sensei?" Harry still technically was their teacher, albeit heavily armed.
He took out his combat knife and stuck it in the table. "If these things are what I think they are, then long anything will be your enemy. Cut your hair short and cut away any cloth that will restrict your full range of motion. Modesty will get you killed at this point." He readied his weapon and prepared to open the door. "I will scout ahead. Keep this door closed for everyone, no matter if they're classmates, you don't know if they're being chased and their entrance will cause one of these zomboids to also get in. No matter how much it hurts, do not open those doors. I will knock three times, then twice, then once like this," he then demonstrated the pattern softly on his desk. "While I'm gone, scavenge whatever you can from this room. Weapons, food, anything that is light and will seem useful. Go through your former classmates' bags they left behind. If they're down below, they likely won't need it anymore. Understood?"
They nodded. Harry raised his rifle up and flicked off the safety and carefully made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him. He pulled out his wand and cast two charms on the doors, one to make them borderline impervious to blunt attacks, the second to lock the rear door at the back of the classroom. He heard the one he exited lock from the students inside and was confident in leaving them.
He started to stalk slowly through the halls watching his corners and checking behind him occasionally to make sure no one has snuck up behind him. Down the hallway, he found himself looking over a balcony to the lower level and heard growling and the sounds of animalistic eating and squelching flesh. While Harry had seen many disgusting and gut-wrenching things, this was up there. What looked to be zombified students snacking on the freshly killed corpses of their classmates. He pulled out his wand and shot an unspoken cutting curse towards one that was nearby below him and the head fell from the body slumping with a wet sound akin to a sack of potatoes. The zombie next to the one he killed looked at the now decapitated and collapsed former student but looked away. As he stood silently where he was, they didn't even notice him. But a few on his level did notice something else.
He saw two girls running in his direction, which had a slight dip down to access the lower levels via a landing to another staircase that would lead below at a 90° angle. Behind them was a small group of zombies hot on their tails. They were talking about being friends forever when one of the two tripped and her leg got grabbed by one zombie. Harry's rifle immediately snapped up and he fired off several whisper-quiet shots into the skulls of the zombies, killing them instantly. The group caught up to the other girl still standing up and he fired a few more rounds into their skulls as well, killing them on the spot. The ones on the stairs fell and slid down and the ones behind the other slumped down backward away from her.
Harry made his way over and held his finger to his lips. "Are you trying to get yourselves killed?" he chastised them quietly. He pointed to the zombies, "They react based on loud noises. Stay quiet and follow me." The two nodded, not wanting to argue with a teacher, doubly so one that was armed. They made their way back to the classroom and Harry knocked the pattern he told them to be on the lookout for. The hallway was still empty. The door opened to reveal the wallflower girl, but now her hair was shaggily cut down to what you'd expect the Japanese stereotypical tomboy to look like, at least if Harry remembered one depiction he had seen in popular media while he was here.
"Sensei-!"
"Shh!" Harry held his finger to his lips. He then ushers the other two girls inside and followed up the rear to make sure none of the zombies decided to follow along with. Once inside he closed and locked the door behind him. He pointed his wand towards the walls of the room and cast a silencing charm. "Alright, so good news and bad news. Bad news first," he announced, "is that the exit is bursting at the seams with the undead."
"And the good news?" the boy asked.
"The good news is that they react to loud noises. If you're silent, you're invisible to them. But that brings us to another problem. Transportation and an escape plan."
"Transportation?" one of the new girls asked the non-glasses one.
"You don't expect to be living here, do you?" Harry asked with dead seriousness. "We have limited food even with the kitchen and water will only flow for a time as long as the city's automated systems can keep it going and it will eventually stop if damaged indirectly or without maintenance. We need to be well out of here before any of that happens. And in order to survive in the now-dead infested streets, we're going to need a vehicle."
"The keys are in the faculty office for the vans and busses," the wallflower girl suggested.
"Yeah, they are," Harry agreed. "But that still leaves us with a horde of the undead blocking our exit, unless you're up for rappelling?" None of them said anything. "Not an option, then."
"You said that they react to sound, right?" one of the other girls asked. Harry nodded. "Then why not draw them away somewhere else with sound?"
"That... may work. Quick, search for a boombox or a Beats Pill and someone's phone that's still unlocked," he ordered. They scrambled to look around the room and found a Bluetooth speaker. "Any phones?" They all shook their head in the negative. "Alright, who has a smartphone they're willing to sacrifice for our survival?" No one spoke up. "Listen, I have a sat-phone and that is all I have. I need some way of actually playing music to draw the zombies away from the parking lot." The two girls that Harry had rescued looked at each other before one of them handed him her phone. It was a generic smartphone. "Do you have a data plan and can you access YouTube?"
"Yes," she nodded. "The password is 1234."
"Ok, this will work. Bluetooth too?" She nodded as he pocketed it in his rigging. "Good." Harry looked at the rest of the kids. "Get these two oriented on Zombie Survival 101. I'm going to scout out the Teachers' Lounge and get keys so we can boogie on out of here in one piece."
Harry opened the door and closed it as before and stalked his way to the Lounge where he had done much of his prep work as a teacher for classes. He found a couple of straggler zombies that were still wandering the halls blind; he put them out of their misery with well-placed piercing hexes. Whatever plague ravished their bodies after death made them much more… soft than their living counterparts. A standard piercing hex would need to be upscaled to deal with the hard tissues in the bones found in the skull, but a lower-powered one was able to sever their brainstem easier than a .50BMG through a watermelon. Given the distance between each zombie, magic made more sense as he actually had time to mentally say the incantation. That was the downside with combat magic, even if silently cast, you still have to still mentally incantate it.
He reached the door leading into the Teachers' Lounge and put his ear to the door, there was quiet talking inside. Harry readied his gun and entered low ready after knocking in a pattern that suggested intelligence and not some random blundering zombie banging into the door.
"Potter-sensei?" another adult female voice asked. It was Shizuka Marikawa, the school's nurse. With her were Kohta Hirano, Saya Takagi and Saeko Busujima.
"I'm glad to see other people survived," Harry said as he carefully closed the door behind him.
"Others?" Saya asked.
"Yeah, I found a few others and I have them holed up in my classroom currently. They number six excluding me."
"Potter-sensei, why do you have a gun?"
"Is that a Sig Saur MCX Rattler with a Q Trash Panda suppressor?" Kohta asked excitedly.
"Ignore the resident gun nerd," Saya interrupted.
"Civilization's pretty much falling apart and gone FUBAR locally. My name is Harry Potter, yes. But I'm a captain of a SAS team explicitly planted to keep an eye on Shido, he's had some dealings that have made Western powers take notice of him, and not in a peaceful way," he said as he shifted his rifle kit slightly to emphasize what he meant. "But there's a likelihood that he's already gone to ground, so my first priority is to save as many students and teachers as possible and get them to a safe point."
"What did you have in mind?" Saeko asked.
Harry pulled out the Bluetooth speaker and the phone given to him. "These things rely on sound, almost like echolocation to find their prey, but only attack that which makes noise. So… I'm going to create a distraction on the other side of the building, blast this as loud as it can go," 'and supply a little magic to it to make it loud enough to be heard by the entire campus,' "to draw the dead away from the entrance so we can get to the busses which require keys, which is why I'm here. Speaking of which…?" he trailed. Shizuka pointed to the box on the wall. "Thank you." Harry walked over and pulled out a key for a bus used for longer range but not 'flight' range trips made by sports teams. "This should do nicely." Harry saw that they had a TV on that was on mute currently with closed captions. "What information did they give out?"
"Stay indoors, keep the doors locked," Saya replied. "They're treating this like a mass riot, not a plague of the undead."
"Which means we should expect some reaction by the military in some way, shape, or form regardless if it's executed by the JSDF or the US armed forces stationed nearby," Harry thought aloud. "There will likely be a quarantine zone as a no-go between areas that have the undead and those that don't. We need to move quickly."
The sun was already starting to set and Shizuka said, "I can drive, but it'd probably be safer to drive during the day."
"These things could prefer the dark as well, or come out more en mass, probably a safe way to proceed. We should probably have everyone in the same location for when it's time to move."
"What did you have in mind?"
Harry pulled out a map of the school that was included in the student handbooks and placed it on a desk for them to see. "Distance-wise, my classroom is closer to the entrance which means that when these things move, we'll want to be at the rear of the pack. Location-wise, this location is easier to defend. One way in and out, but it is further away and we could get caught in the middle of the horde which would be counterproductive."
"The classroom also has windows which will allow us to see the outside to see if your plan actually works to see if the coast is clear," Saeko observed.
"But the Teachers' Lounge does have a TV," Saya argued. "It's valuable for getting information."
"Not by a whole lot, if the media is telling people just to stay inside, they expect this to blow over quickly," Harry argued. "This is a full-blown epidemic. They likely won't be putting out by-the-minute reports of where go/no-go zones are and where to avoid. Especially if the media is already under the thumb of the government or military. Even if they aren't, how long until the newscasters decide that they'd rather be with family rather than be on the air?" There was no answer, but they knew what it would be, honestly. "We can take the TV with us but I doubt that it will do us much good."
"Sensei, how are we supposed to get to your classroom with a TV?" Kohta asked.
Harry smirked, "I got a way." It turned out that way was apperation. He took one other person at a time resulting in five trips. Unsurprisingly, Saya and Kohta felt a bit ill and needed to rest while Saeko seemed relatively fine. Shizuka was out cold.
Introductions were had between the two groups and the plan was communicated. Figuring there was nothing else that could be done for the day, they turned in for the night in rotating shifts to keep an ear out for any zombies that were somehow able to break through the magical reinforcement. Waking early the next morning, Harry went on one last excursion to the roof opposite the parking lot and planted the Bluetooth speaker and phone on the side of the wall below with a sticking charm. Once satisfied he selected a single video set for a ten-hour loop, cast a sonorous on the speaker, and pressed play. Soon enough, 'Oh shit, I'm feeling it' was starting to play. He apparated back to his classroom and got everyone ready.
[Play, "Oh shit, I'm feeling it. A /k/ production"]
"When do we know when to go?" Kohta asked.
Harry didn't say anything for a few minutes before commanding, "Now." Immediately his rifle was raised and the door was opened Harry moved the rifle to line up shots that would take each zombie out of the game. The students kept close behind him. They followed in hurried, shocked awe as the man they knew as a soft-spoken English teacher became a mechanical killing machine performing with accuracy and brutality that only Tier 1 operators would be capable of; snapping from target to target firing one precise shot. What they didn't know was that magic augmented his senses and movements. All the while the annoyingly loud song kept blaring in the background.
They eventually found themselves at the landing right before the entrance where Takashi Komuro and Rei Miyamoto appeared with melee weapons in hand. "What's going on?" Takashi asked quietly.
"Musical distraction on the other side of the school," Saya explained, "once enough of the zombies are away, we can get right to the busses."
Rei looked at Harry and saw his gun. "Is that real?"
"Yes, bigger problems in the undead currently though," Harry rebutted. "Survive first, explanations later."
Takashi looked over to Kohta who appeared confused. "Something wrong?" Takashi asked.
"I'm confused," Kohta replied. Takashi waved his hand for his friend to continue, "Potter-sensei hasn't reloaded once and he's fired well over 30 rounds."
"Survive first, explanations later," Harry repeated as he watched the shuffling horde move towards the noise at the back of the school. "Some things are a little more important right now that my seemingly bottomless magazine." They watched as the zombies funneled away from the entrance. They now had a straight path through them. "Now, quietly and slowly," Harry ordered as he stood up from his kneeling position. "We don't want these things on to us until we're already on the road."
Harry taking point, they quietly made their way down the steps and made it to the bottom, but there was a sharp metal-on-metal sound. Time seemed to freeze as Harry slowly turned around to see the metal-tipped pole that Rei had been holding had clashed against the metal railing. Takashi was the only one to say what everyone was thinking in a whisper, "Shit."
[End "Oh shit, I'm feeling it." Start "Free Bird" guitar solo.]
Harry would have to say that he'd be lying if the guitar solo from 'Free Bird' wasn't immediately revving up mentally like that one scene in Kingsmen: The Secret Service. His rifle was raised as the first zombie's attention looked towards the group and he let loose a torrent of copper-jacketed fury that killed whatever it touched. Zombies fell left and right, the rest of the unliving tripping momentarily over their fallen hordemate which allowed Harry to keep killing. The students and Shizuka ran past him as he ran rear guard and took out all who would follow as the melee weapons of the students kept everyone in front of them away. Shizuka, who had been carrying the keys the entire time, opened the bus, and the students piled within. Harry approached as he fired and stood at the entrance until the engine could be started. Out in the distance, there was another group approaching.
"Wait!" the only adult in the group called out. Harry quickly glanced through his ACOG and saw that it was Shido.
'Well, that's one way to get answers,' Harry thought as he started taking down zombies next to them as they ran towards the bus with his own little group of survivors. Harry stepped out onto the pavement to allow the students to get on board. But what Harry saw next would disgust him forever. A student fell to the ground as he twisted his ankle and begged for help, only for Shido to sneer and kick him in the face allowing for him to run away and the zombies to rip his now-former student to shreds. Shido snuck on board and the engine started. Harry got on board and closed the doors behind him as he looked at Shizuka and ordered, "Floor it!"
The school nurse didn't hesitate as she shifted out of park and floored it toward the school gate which they crashed into and flew right over it as it made for a makeshift ramp allowing them to escape. She straightened her driving so they were on the road more cleanly.
Shido started to preach to the students about escaping which made Harry stand up in righteous anger as he threw a punch right into Shido's jaw, a right hook specifically, and grabbed him by the neck forcing him to the back of the bus where he drew his sidearms and pressed it against Shido's temple.
"What the fuck was that!?" Harry demanded as he pressed the suppressor muzzle deeper; Shido's eyes widened in horror. "You killed one of your charges!"
"H-he was weak and only the strongest will survive," Shido tried to argue.
"In my eyes, you're the weak one whose life I can end and brains I can splatter the roof of this bus with, with only 3.5 pounds of pressure," Harry said as he teased the trigger of his Glock; feeling the mechanism that would pull the firing pin back start to show resistance on the spring.
"You wouldn't kill me, you're a teacher. I'm a teacher!"
"I'm SAS, bitch," Harry said as he uppercut Shido which caused him to fall to the ground. "Plus, you have information that I need. Information I'll get by any. Means. Necessary," Harry said as he pulled out his wand. "Crucio," Harry incanted flatly, and immediately Shido's nerves were filled with pain. Pain beyond his wildest nightmares.
To be continued…?
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And that's all I have for now in regards to this idea. Personally, I'd think it's an improvement over the previous idea I had on this. Hurray for revisits. This idea has been floating around since about the beginning of this year, and I'm glad, as always, to get another idea done and out there into the wild. I don't know at this moment in time if this will be one that I'll continue, the main reason why is because officially the manga is dead due to the original author sort of also being dead. This will make it quite difficult to continue this idea past the mall where the manga left off. There are a lot of unknowns with this idea and I'm happy to leave it here for now at this specific point.
On to talking about other ideas that I drop in this same place. I'm still working through my own backlog of ideas and I haven't really had anything new to speak about for ideas to hint at what may be in the works. So, that being said, I hope that you'll look forward to what's next here. For real life stuff, nothing much I want to comment on other than I hope you all have a safe 4th of July.
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