As He Runs; The Dragon Seeks Him
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His feet thudded beneath him. Wands had been left back at the castle, robes left in dorms. Students were dressed in muggle clothing, even the Slytherin’s in the respective house colors and the Gryffindor’s in theirs. The boy heard shouting in the distance and he stopped breathing for a moment before taking cover in the tree’s woods. The boy held his gun close, someone was coming, and he didn’t want to get shot.
When he turned, Harry Potter came face to face with Draco Malfoy who smirked at him. “Hello Potter.” He held the gun to Harry and it went off, a loud bang ringing in his ears as the boy-who-lived fell to the ground in defeat and red was splattered all over his chest.
Seconds passed, and then minutes until finally the DADA teacher stepped out of the shadows.
“Right class, can anyone tell me what Mr. Potter did wrong?” she asked, her blond hair and green eyes striking every man in the area.
As always, Hermione was the first to raise her hand, “He hesitated, had he not, then Harry would have been able to shoot Malfoy first.
Professor Summers nodded, “Very good, 10 points to Gryffindor. Now, lets return to the castle, and we’ll discuss strategies on how to avoid guns.” The professor paused,
“You can get up now, Harry.”
Harry did so, casting a grin to his friends. As they walked back, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked together.
“Alright mate?” Ron asked when they
Harry grinned at Ron, “That was wicked!”
A/N: So if you haven't figured it out yet, the game is Paint-Ball. Sorry, this is something that started out as a drabble and then grew into a one-shot size. I hope you liked, if you did please review, if you didn't tell me what I can do to improve!
Update: I added two corrections in the story. Sorry about that, I was writing this really late, and hadn't meant to publish it until morning.