He was walking about that night, not knowing why or when he will stop, but he knows one thing. Betrayal. That was all he thought about. Betrayal from the people he thought were close to him, his ex-parents, egotistic brother, ex-friends, everyone he thought close to him.

He got even more depressed that night as he took a swig of a big bottle of liquor in his hands.

He got to the end of his thoughts though as he stopped towards a jagged cliff. The cliff ended with some spiked rocks and water rushing and hitting the rocks belligerently. He dropped the bottle of liquor on the ground, it making a loud crash, possibly waking the houses up. He took a deep breath and closed eyes and descended down the cliff thinking 'it's all over now' but he knew it wouldn't be over. Even in life and death nothing would leave him alone, the darkness always coming and bringing him back to the moment that got him in this damn mess. He thought bitterly about the woman who he loved, the woman he adored, would die for, but he knew it wasn't for her, it was because of her. He opened his eyes as he felt the wind and let a few tears out, then smiled as he saw the spikes and closed his eyes as the spikes got closer and then...nothing.

He opened his eyes again and instead of feeling the hard cold ground he was so accustomed to he felt a soft warm blanket. He frowned, this wasn't supposed to happen, he was supposed to feel the cold embrace of death. He looked around for the first time and was quite appalled at what he saw. Colors that made him want to hurl, maroon and gold colors. The colors of Gryffindor, the one house he hated the most. The house HE was supposed to be in according to his loving family had said he would be in. But no, they just had to go and have another fucking child and ruin his life. He then remembered when he was, his old room. The one room he lived in for 6 years before he ran away. He then decided to get up and noticed he wasn't in his clothes he was in the night, or was it just a night? He didn't know. He went up a mirror in his room and saw something surprising. He wasn't him well he was him but a younger and more badass looking him. His still raven hair a little more wavy and his still the emerald green, his skin tan, and his body a little more muscled, not the lithe body he grew up with.

He then walked out the door and downstairs, shuddering at the amount of warmth that radiated the house. He walked down the stairs and saw all sorts of things a red couch, rug, a fireplace currently burning, and pictures. He walked up to the pictures and upon closer inspection saw that they were pictures of his family. But instead of just the pictures being of his two parents and his egotistic brother Hayden, it was of just him and his parents. He saw more of him and his friends, family, even a couple of Sirius and him were there. He heard movement behind him and whipped his head around, not seeing his parents, but an unfamiliar person. This man, or woman, was dressed in an expensive business suit, a red tie, and decked with expensive jewelry all over his body. He had raven hair, as dark as his but in a man bun, his eyes though, were exquisite. Amber-Red eyes full of warmth and caring.

He looked at the man, or kid as he was and smiled. It wasn't a fake or cold smile. Not a sadistic one, but a warm one, full of love which was sort of a foreign feeling for Harry as he had never felt these before but gave a small smile back, a fake one as he didn't know who this man was and how he got here. The man seemed to read his mind as he said "My name Harry, is Death. I was now confused as I said "So your Death? Not the embodiment of darkness in a cloak and scythe, but a expensively dressed dude with a man bun?"

Death laughed "No I guess not but not all facts are, well, facts." I finally asked the question I wanted to know "Where am I exactly? And not to be rude but Gryffindor, really?" Death looked angry as he groaned, "FUCK, now I owe 20,000 Galleons to Fate." I then said perplexed, "You bet whether or not I would like Gryffindor colors against Fate? You know, the guy that can tell the damn future and has your life on a fucking string?" Death looked at me sheepishly "Yeah I guess so." I then asked "Why am I here now? Do I have to defeat another Dark Lord, defeat fifteen different people for your enjoyment? What. Am. I. Here. For." I was starting to get angry, I was going to be pissed if I had to go back in time or something to help out again.

"Umm yes about that" Death started, but after I sent a glare towards him and he murmured something so I told him to speak louder and he finally said "Fate and I want to send you back, with another family to live your life to the fullest, with of course, some blessings from us."

I looked at him weirdly "You want me, a depressed and alcoholic fuck to go back in time and help out my egotistical excuse for a wizard and brother?" Death laughed and said "Yes." I just sighed and said ok. He looked at me and said, "Then get ready Dominic Santinelli, son of the infamous mafia leader and assassin Cepheus Santinelli." After that my world went black.

Ok thats a cut. This is my first Chapter of "The Assassin" and I hope I get some encouragement to make another chapter soooo….. Yeah. signing off!