Quote:"I brought yer sommat," the huge green man told him, before digging about in the pockets of his greatcoat for a bit. "Little humie like yer 'aven't got the muscle to handle much dakka yet, but a bit o' hackin' and sawin' and I fink I got 'un that'll see ya right 'till ya get on a bit in yer wierdboy trainin'... Ah, 'ere we go!"
The... weapon... Hagrid produced bore some faint resemblance to Uncle Vernon's shotgun, before it had been tied into a knot, but only just. It seemed to be about three times bigger around in the part were the bullets would come out, and clearly bore the marks of some vigorous tinkering in dents, gouges, patches wrapped with silvery tape, and featured unevenly sawed surfaces on both ends. It was just barely light and small enough with those modifications that he could keep it relatively stable when he tried holding it in a similar ready position as he'd seen people do on the telly.
It was hardly the first thing he'd have thought of when someone mentioned wizards, but Harry had to admit that it was bloody wicked.
Sadly, the 40k/HP fic Heavy Pewter and the Sod-Off Shoota does not exist on the current year internet, and this quote file snippet is all that I have.
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‎noli esse culus
‎noli esse culus