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QLFC Round: 6

Team: Ballycastle Bats.

Position: Seeker

Prompt: Write about a light character committing the sin of your choice. I chose WRATH. It makes people do terrible things despite them feeling entitled to their actions.

AU- Canon Divergence. Harry shakes the foundations of Magical Britain when he acts out in anger. Will be Harrymort in later chapters.

Dark!Harry.

Chapter Length: 1,295 words.

Harry lifted his wand to the sky and instead of summoning the broom like he said he would, he summoned… the other object.

Harry may or may not have managed to find out that Dobby worked at Hogwarts and may or may not have convinced the Elf to help him sneak from school to look for help in defeating a dragon. And he may or may not have convinced said Elf to help him into a military base where he may or may not have stolen an assault rifle... among other things.

And so Harry had set it on his windowsill, with the first cartridge already loaded. He was allowed a wand and he would use that to summon the rifle. If no one wanted to help him then he would help himself. He had the rest of the ammunition in his pockets just in case he needed more.

They forfeited the right to have their dragon live when they decided to force him to stay in the tournament! It was his life or the dragon's. Hagrid would be heartbroken no doubt, but it was a do or die tournament. People had died in the past! It was as if no one cared what happened to Harry all because they had assumed about him for the umpteenth time in a row!

Harry ducked behind a boulder and focused on his happiest memory. Once cleared, he cast a Patronus, smiling as Prongs leaped forth and began to gallop around the arena. Bagman's commentary loudly proclaimed Harry's skill and his own wonder and how a fourteen year old could use such a complicated spell when so many older magicals couldn't even form a wisp.

Well, they were idiots who were too lazy to even try.

While the dragon and the audience remained interested in the stag, barely anyone noticed the muggle weapon fitting itself into his hands.

So after much trial and error, he had managed to learn how to - at the very least - shoot the bloody thing. Harry took a deep breath to center himself.

Standing up quickly and whipping the gun out to face the dragon, Harry took aim and fired mercilessly, trying to ignore the sudden blast of noise in his ear that disrupted the dragon's roaring and Bagman's commentating.

He knew the shots hit when the dragon jerked back in shock at it's supposedly tough hide being penetrated by sharps pieces of metal traveling over two thousand feet in less than a second.

Harry didn't have the technical knowledge on how to use the rifle, but he did get how to work the trigger and so long as the weapon faced the dragon and no one else, he knew he was doing it right at least. Though if it hit someone else he was hard pressed to care at the moment.

And the Horntail fell to the side, the horrid screeching filling the arena. Harry could see one of the eyes close and he realized that he'd blinded it on one side.

Once the bullets ceased, he shifted behind the boulder and fumbled for another cartridge. He could probably get close enough to the egg now, but why stop at where he was? He'd kill the dragon first. He'd killed a Basilisk before, so what was stopping him from killing a dragon? Just another ridiculous victory to have on his list.

Someone wanted to get him killed and he was going to prove that he was not to be trifled with! He was a child that an entire school had shunned and he was going to get his revenge on them all one way or another!

Besides, there were laws about this kind of thing. He'd checked out of curiosity. The Basilisk was Harry's because he managed to fell it, just as the dragon was going to be his.

The second cartridge was finally loaded and Harry took aim, unleashing the next round of bullets on the already downed dragon, taking out it's other eye and left wing in the process. He was ruthless and just found himself not caring because he could have been spared this and yet Dumbledore had lied to him.

Why?

What purpose did it serve to keep him in the tournament when he didn't want to be a part of it?! He could have just said 'no' while acting in loco parentis. Since Harry had no parents and his aunt wasn't his guardian by wizarding law - and probably not my Muggle law either - she had no say in what happened at school. Dumbledore took hold of that particular ability on behalf of all students in similar situations.

Then to find out that he could have sold the Basilisk and probably made protective clothing out of it's hide, just annoyed him. Why did everyone assume that he would know everything? Who was the one telling everybody that he was super smart and amazing? He'd give anything to knee them in the knackers.

Harry was drawn back to the present when a feeble roar echoed through the stadium, forcing him to pay attention to what was going on.

The dragon was barely moving and the stands were silent as death. Like the dragon's upcoming demise. And all through it, Harry didn't bat an eyelash. He was in the right. His actions were well deserved and he felt no pity or guilt over the matter.

Harry squinted, seeing the flickering of the golden egg in the distance. With a confidence that he didn't really possess, Harry stepped out from behind his shield, noting how the dragon did not move to fight him. It lay against the jagged rocks beneath it, neck twisted at an odd angle as blood slowly dripped from it's wounds.

The commentator was even quiet, probably terrified at the realization that Harry was using very destructive and unmerciful methods just to win. Well Harry didn't give a bleedin' damn about anyone else's feelings. His life had been on the line, making it one of the most important ones in the arena at present.

He sat on the rock and waited as the dragon slowly lost it's life, watching as the bloodied limbs grew stiff and the damaged eyes close up finally. The great body gave one last shudder, before going still. He only felt a smidgen of sadness for the poor thing but he couldn't go regretting his actions now. He had an egg to get.

Harry sighed to himself and fetched the egg from the nest, nodding at the chilled surface of the metallic creation.

He whipped around and whistled loudly and the team of Goblins he'd contacted for assistance, came rumbling into the stadium, ignoring Bagman's questions and anyone else who tried to stop them. The extraction of the dragon began right then and there and Harry planned on having them work on the Basilisk as well, once the first task ended officially.

It paid to be on pleasant terms with the Goblins. Who knew that remembering someone's name was such a big deal to them? And who knew that they'd love nothing more than to stick it to the Ministry as well as Dumbledore?

In face of the questions being hurled at him from the Headmasters and even some of the students, Harry would merely shrug and answer, "You should have let me back out when I had the chance to. Now I'm doing things my way."

"Why did you use a Muggle method?"

"To annoy you. One Muggle weapon kills a dragon but not even ten wizards can stun a dragon. Pathetic."

Harry slung the rifle over his shoulder and sauntered up to the castle, egg firmly tucked into his side.

How can I use Muggle methods to win the second task? he wondered.

A/N: The first chapter is done! This will be a multi-chapter fics with a Dark!Harry. Prepare yourselves!

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