Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Assassins Creed.
Hey I just thought up this idea in my spare time. I kinda liked it and decided I would try a Pilot chapter. I don't know how much I am going to be working on it as my story House of Dark Creatures will be taking the forefront of my attention. I might work on this when I need to get my mind off of HDC or need to take a break before going back with a fresh mind.
Potters Creed
Sirius black walked through the remains of his best friends house. Trying not to remember the good times he had had here. The past was to painful. Too much regret. Too much misery. Too much injustice. He pulled a hidden lever on the side of the fireplace in his friends old study. The mantle rose and the back of the fire place swung back revealing a room. Sirius walked in ignoring the trappings around him and walked straight to the mannequin. He stood there looking at the the familiar beaked cowl with solemn seriousness. He reached down and picked up the two bracers and slid one onto his forearm. With a flick of his wrist the blade shot out and shone in the soft light coming from the room behind him.
Nothing is true, Everything is permitted
The Potters will rise again.
Harry sat in the spare bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive, once more trapped with his relatives. Normally he would be miserable but nothing could bring his mood down right now. He had just spent a wonderful year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been a hectic year but no more so than the previous two years. He had discovered the man he thought responsible for his parents deaths was actually his godfather and that his best mates rat was the real culprit. He had fought off 100 creatures that sucked all the happiness from you and eventually your soul. He had saved his godfather and found the one person that loved him. Even though he couldn't be with his godfather because he was an escaped convict didn't mean that he wasn't happy to have family. Harry was ripped from his happy thoughts by his irate Uncle Vernon.
"WELL BOY YOU THINK I AM AFRAID OF SOME SISSY WAND WAVING FREAK. WHY WOULD AN ESCAPED CONVICT RISK CAPTURE TO COME THREATEN ME." the man yelled.
"Uncle Vernon he is my godfather, he escaped to protect me." Harry said
"OH YEAH WELL WHERE HIS HE NOW HE IS DOING A GREAT JOB." Vernon bellowed blowing the stench of alcohol throughout the room.
"Well mayb..." Whatever Harry was about to say was cut off as his uncle slammed the meaty side of his fist into the boys eye. Harry dropped to one knee falling onto the desk to hold himself up.
"Uncle Vern.." Whatever Harry was about to say was lost as the toe of Vernons shoe caught him in the stomach making him drop to his hands and knees and dry heave. After a few minutes his stomach stopped convulsing and he gasped for breath, the spittle on his chin and lips caught in the blasts of air flung downwards still attatched to his face in places.
The next blow was a kick to the side of the head right above where the jaw met the skull. Harry dropped to the ground and curled into a ball to protect as much of himself as he could. He felt kicks rain down on his side and stomach.
"WHERE IS HE NOW HUH. WHERE IS YOUR BIG BAD GODFATHER. I WOULD LIKE TO SEE HIM STOP ME WITHSOME PUNY STICK OF WOOD." Vernon screamed kicking with wild abandon, his only goal to cause as much pain as possible.
"Right here." A voice said from behind him.
Vernon stumbled trying to turn around only to find a man in a white hooded outfit.
"WHO ARE YOU FRE..." Whatever Vernon was to say next was stopped short as the hooded figure thrust his left arm forward, sending a knife into the fat mans meaty throat.
"You aren't even worth giving your last rites. Know only this, with your death the Potters will once again take up the creed and restore the power they once had." The man growled before picking up the young boy and leaving the Muggle household forever.
As he walked down the driveway Harry awoke in his arms. The first thing he saw was a white hood clouding the mans face, he knew that face though. Everything was fuzzy but he knew he should know that face.
"Sirius" Harry said weakly.
"Yes Harry it is me. We are leaving. I was wrong you are going to live with me. We are going to make your father proud." Sirius said quietly to the boy.
"You killed my uncle." Harry said sounding scared as he remembered the last thing he had seen before he passed out.
"He needed to be killed. This world is a better place without him." Sirius declared.
It hurt too much to think so Harry just agreed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was better this way. He closed his eyes and sank back into unconsciousness.
Harry awoke on a chaise lounge. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the full moon through a gaping hole in the ceiling. He sat up and walked through the room. One wall and ceiling was destroyed, blown out by some incredible force. The room looked like a nursery, painted blue for a boy, complete with a mobile, and changing station. Harry went to stand next to the crib. He rested his hand on the rail. He knew whose crib this was. It was his. He didn't know how but this crib had been meant for him all those years ago, before everything had been taken from him. He felt a tear slide down his cheek and wiped it off on his sleeve. He turned around to look at the hole. This was where Voldemort fell. Where the curse had rebounded and exploded Voldemorts magical core. He walked over to the door to find that the stairs down to the first floor and most of the rooms on either side of his were gone. He sat down on the edge of the top stair and lowered himself down as far as he could go before dropping to the first floor.
Harry walked into the living room and noticed a faint light coming from a door to his left. He entered the room it was coming from to find Sirius in his strange white outfit. The escaped convict was crouching on the other side of an overturned desk looking at some of the papers that had been scattered across the room. He turned when he heard Harry enter.
"Harry your up. I'm glad to see you up I was never really had a knack for brewing potions but I see the healing potion I made worked well enough." Sirius said smiling at Harry.
Harry could see the tightness in the smile, the deadness behind the man's eyes. All those years in Azkaban having his happiness sucked out. Nothing would ever fix that. Twelve years of his life taken from him by a corrupt system. He had lost just as much as Harry had that day. Suffered just as badly in the years since.
"This is my house isn't it?" Harry asked.
"Yes it is." Sirius answered
"Why are we here?" The boy wondered aloud.
"Tonight we are cutting our ties with the past before we claim your birthright." Sirius said picking up a few more papers before standing up. "Come with me."
The man led Harry through the trapdoor in the fireplace into a dark room lit only by the candle Sirius held in his hand. Sirius guided the young man in front of a mannequin in the center of the room. On it was a white shin length robe secured around the waist by a red sash and thick leather belt with lots of pouches. The front of the robe opened up to reveal a red interior and a cape was thrown over the left shoulder with a thick leather shoulder pad to hold it down was secured with straps on his right side. The head was covered with a beaked hood similar to the one Sirius wore.
"This is your fathers robe. He wore it as the Master Assassin of your family as his father did before him." Sirius said solemnly.
"And I will wear it as well." Harry stated.
"When you are ready yes." Sirius said breaking his gaze away from the robe to look at Harry."I will Train you to be an Assassin the likes of which this world hasn't seen in many years. Together we will destroy the system that gave birth to such an atrocious man as Voldemort."
Sirius took the right gauntlet off the table next to the robe, the twin gauntlet to the one he now wore on his left arm and handed it to his godson.
"It won't be easy. You will push your body until it breaks. You will learn how to blend with your surroundings, how to climb and run, to move like an assassin. You will learn to kill, and when to kill. Together we will make the Potter family the strongest assassins on the planet. We will reclaim the power your ancestors once had, but when we do you will also gain the responsibilities they had. You will be the champion of free will and equality for everyone. You are only safe when you choose to be. Not when someone else makes it so."
Harry just looked down at the gauntlet his fingers tracing the engraved lines of the seal before raising his head and letting his eyes meet his godfathers.
Sirius took the cloak and a few other things from around the room and shrank it down. He turned to Harry and guided the young man out to the living room.
"First we must burn our past. This house means nothing to us anymore. We don't need it as a reminder of what we lost the pain is all too good at reminding us as it is. It will guide us forward in our paths as we search for our happiness." Sirius said handing the candle to Harry.
Harry looked at the candle and then the destroyed house he had never had the chance to call home. It meant nothing to him. He felt nothing at the thought of destroying it but wanton destruction was not in the boys nature. In his doubt he looked at his godfather.
"Harry this house will collapse in time. Like all things it will come to an end. Whether it is by our hand or not it will fall. It is rotten. We could sit here forever waiting for it to come down but when it does we will only have to clean it up. The only way we can truly ever be free of this house is to burn it to ashes ourselves, to make sure the job is done. Then we will rebuild from the beginning." Sirius explained.
Harry hesitated for a moment longer before he took the candle to a nearby curtain and put the flame under it. The fire crept up the cloth and tendrils of flame soon began to lick the wall. As the two walked out the door the ceiling caught fire.
Harry and Sirius stood on a hill not far away watching as the fire engulfed the house. Citizens of Godrics Hollow ran out of their houses to try and put out the flames that ravaged their sacred landmark. Their efforts were in vein as the flames built and the inferno climbed higher and higher into the night sky.
"Good." Sirius said watching the people. "The world doesn't need a reminder of Dark Lord that terrorized their country. We will move forward and live our lives in the future, where we have control."
"Sirius" Harry asked prompting the man to look over at his godson to find him looking at the gauntlet Sirius had given him. He turned it over noticing his father initials carved into the seal of his family."You weren't talking about the house were you."
Sirius just looked back across the small valley below him, though his eyes weren't on the fire, they were far further away.
"Don't worry Harry we will watch it all burn."
Hey like I said not really going to be working on this much but feel free to wait with baited breath I kind of like this idea a lot I think it has potential. Go ahead review tell me what you think of the idea and tell me what you want to see. I'm not saying I will do it, just saying I will take it into advisement, and hey maybe your ideas will give me ideas. Maybe make me look at something else that I have been to focused on other things to notice.