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Chapter 1
The White Assassin
The castle dungeon was dark as he waited for his opponent, keeping absolutely still. He could feel his heart in his throat. He knew if he won this time it would be the last. There, it was so quiet it almost escaped notice, just a small scuff. He turned and threw a knife, hearing it whistle through the air before slamming against the wall and clattering to the floor.
He frowned in disappointment and stood still again waiting for any hint as to where his enemy didn't have to wait long. The quiet sound of a sword being drawn filled the dungeon. He frowned again. Why would he test me here? He knows that this is one of my best areas.
The tell-tale whistle came at him from the right. Quickly drawing his own sword he deflected it. The again as it came at him from the left, then a two-handed strike from the top. "You're going to have to go on the offensive eventually, Harry." He grit his teeth, of course he did! He just didn't want to.
The strikes suddenly ceased and Harry was left there once again waiting for a noise to go by. It wasn't the kind of noise he wanted to hear though. A HISS filled the air, Harry's eyes widened as he tried to turn. He was, of course, to late and a flash of bright fire ignited the room, blinding him. His enemy fan at him taking advantage of his confusion.
He reached be hind his back drawing two daggers to defend himself with as he was quickly put on the defensive. The next ten minutes was filled with the clanging of daggers and the blast of light to keep him on his toes.
His mistake come the next minute when he lunged to far and threw off his momentum. His enemy struck disarming and backing him into a corner. He had three options, one give up, not happening, two attempt to draw his sword, he'd be struck down before he had the chance, or he could you his glove.
Option three won out as his enemy lunged. He twisted out of the way of the strike and latched his hands onto the man's arm. Quickly he sent a double pulse of magic down his left arm activating the runes on his glove and freezing his opponents left arm solid.
Pushing his enemy away he slammed his hand together and sent a giant pulse of magic to his left hand again. Pulling his hands away from each other he caught the ice daggers as they materialise out of the moist dungeon air. He quickly pushed his enemy against the wall pushing one blade against his throat and positioning the other at his stomach.
Harry could feel him searching for a way out before lowering the blades as he heard the words. "Congratulations Harry, you have passed your final test." Such bittersweet words.
"Come now, let us adjourn to a more appropriate place.
He followed his master to the entrance of the dungeon and out into the hall and up the stair until the had reach the meeting hall where a chest sat upon a long table running the length of the room. A chest that his master had the key for. His master sat on one side of the chest and he sat on the other, across from each other.
Tic-tic-tic. The grandfather clock at the head of the room counted the seconds of silence as each person in the room, master and apprentice. "So the time has finally come." The old man sighed and looked at his hand a moment, trying to find the right words. He opened his mouth as if to speak before closing it.
Harry took the initiative, "Have you picked a date?" The old man looked at the boy of 14 sitting before him eyes saddened by the subject.
"Yes, this night." Harry looked at him stricken with grief.
"So soon?" His voice was distraught. He felt terrible for doing the to the boy but he could feel it in his bones. It was his time to pass on.
"Yes there is no need to draw it out. Tonight we finish your ascension and by the morn of the 'morrow I will take my place among the great ones." He held only regret for doing this but, one did not keep the reaper waiting.
"Yes, master." The old man slid a key to Harry who held it up to his face. He looked to his master for confirmation. Harry gently turned the chest toward himself, unlocking it. He lifted out what would become his new uniform from the chest.
First checking the top piece, long-sleeved, black with four white lines that met at the circular rune, the assassin's symbol for endless and cycle, on the chest. With two slots for knives on each side of the armor. A removable hood was attached to the neck for when he needed it and a cloth mask that he could pull up over his nose.
He turned it over and immediately noticed the daggers already sheathed where the small of his back would be, the four white lines originating just above it. The three runes on the shoulder representing truth, justice, and death. Finally he got to the moment every apprentice longed for, the receiving of their name.
When you were taken under the wing of an assassin you were trained by one master until they felt you were ready and that was when you were presented with the armor. There was always three similarities found on each set. The daggers, the runes, and the armor's ability to absorb most simple spells.
The biggest difference is the arms, for along the left forearm is your title. Your master you studied you chose one that matched you the best. Harry took a breath and unfolding the arms and looking upon the word written there: White Assassin.
He gazed for a few moments before he looked to his mater in confusion, "Why?"
It was a simple question with a complicated answer. He considered for a moment. "When I found you in Knockturn Alley you were just another abandoned boy, or so everyone else thought, But I saw it. A will to survive against everything thrown at you, a hopeful torch that kept on burning no matter how many times you were doused. You had the makings of an amazing assassin. Except for one thing. Innocence." He looked up and saw Harry's confused face. His own broke into a wistful smile.
"Yes, somehow this boy who could not have even been five was still innocent after being in one of the most corrupted places in Britain. So I offered you a place and taught you of the few great things and the many terrible things. Many young orphans go dark when they work for the assassins just because of these things. In fact it was almost a tradition, you may not show positive emotion in the eyes of the world."
His smile grew, "But for whatever reason you refused to give in no matter how hard I tried to break you, make you see that the world was corrupt and it was our job to cleanse it to the best of our ability, no matter the cost. But you refused and fought tooth and nail against most of our methods, saying you did not need to use these terrible tactics."
"Somewhere along the way I began believing you and searched for what made you different. That is when I figured it out. You had all the things an assassin must have. A knowledge of the world, a thirst for vengeance against those who had wronged you, but you also somehow hung on to basic values. You managed to be the first assassin to remain innocent even in the face of the world's horror."
He smiled lovingly at Harry now, "It is for this reason I am so proud to present you with your armor White Assassin."
Harry blinked back tears as he stood up and walked around the grand table to his master before wrapping his arms around the old man, "Thank you, master."
The man smiled once more, "Think nothing of it my boy."
After he released the old man he went back to the chest and pulled out the leggings, spelled to resist magic like the top, and black boots. Under them was a simple black cloak covering four books. He carefully lifted them out before looking to his master. "Those books are very important. The big one with our symbol on it is a bit of a handbook for the leader of the family, though you don't need it, its tradition that it's handed down. The red one is my personal journal." Harry looked up so fast you'd think his neck snapped. "Now, now calm down. You'll need it much more than me now. The blue one is the journal of Draco End." Draco End was the founder of the assassin family, to hold his journal was almost overwhelming. "Learn from it as others before you have. Finally, the green one is to be your own personal journal, that you may one day pass down to your own apprentice, so take good notes."
The clock struck and twelve gongs followed. His master seemed to age a hundred years in a minute. "It is almost time, off to bed with you." Harry extremely reluctantly stood up and started walking out of the room retreating to his room. "Harry," He stopped, "No matter what comes know that I will always be proud of you my child." Harry nodded before rushing out of the room allowing only a single tear to fall onto the floor.
The old assassin stared at the wet spot on the carpet covering the floor in sadness. "I am so sorry for doing this to you my child."
WA-WA-WA
Harry stood in the Tomb of the Greats staring at the tomb that had appeared over night.
Grayson Creek
The Blinding Assassin
May he rest in eternal glory
for his work for the family.
It didn't seem fair that the man he had grown to love as a father had to leave him so suddenly but, as he had learned life was not fair. He turned away from the tomb and began climbing back up to the grounds. There was much to do but first thing first he would have to announce the return of the assassins. He would have to bring back the honor they had lost in their destruction.
He would activate the pole where contracts were delivered first and then wait about a week, it'll be the middle of August by then, and choose the one that offer the most money. He looked around the old End Manor as he walked through the halls. Yes, it defiantly needed revitalizing.
His master, who apparently had a hidden love for theatrics, had left him very specific instructions on how to announce their return. He walked through to the room he was in last night and reopened the chest that still sat upon the table.
He suited up pulling up his mask and throwing his hood over his reached for the cloak trying to decide whether to wear it or not when something slipped from the bundled fabric hitting the floor.
Bending over Harry pick up a set of formal looking documents held together by a temporary sticking charm. It was his fake set of identification papers everything from a basic muggle id to an apparition license. He wanted to smack himself for forgetting about such an important thing it was lucky the old man had remembered for him. Sighing he set the papers down and deciding to forgot the cloak apparted into Diagon Alley.
He appeared in front of Gringotts his eyes immediately seeking out what he was looking for. An octagonal stone sticking out of the walkway about a foot in the middle of the alley. Everyone walked by it caring not for the odd thing. He began his approach.
His eyes ran left to right watching the people walking by him to stop and stare at the armor. Yes, realize that the family has begun its return. He walked up to the stone, bent over, and put a hand on parallel sent a wave a of magic through his arms and pulled up as the stone quickly became a ten foot pole with a mail bin surrounding it. Still holding on he climbed, standing atop the pole looking over the sea of people watching the spectacle.
"The Assassins have returned. Please drop any contract you may have through the slot in the bin where it will be magically transported to us." He gave a bow and dissapparated leaving a stunned and quiet Diagon Alley.
WA-WA-WA
Harry really hated irony. Hated it with a passion actually. The fact that he was sitting across from one of his birth parents was possibly the biggest case of irony he had ever dealt with. He was sitting there staring at him and him at them waiting for someone to make the first move. The potter moved first.
"So, what exactly is it that we are waiting for?" James asked. He decided it might not be in the family's best interest not to answer.
"We are waiting for the arrival of the Head Auror Delecour of the French Ministry." He replied. James shifted uncomfortably before asking why. "You and him both made and offer with the same amount of money and interest. I invited you two and him to discuss whose contract I will be taking."
The room fell silent again. They waited for about ten more minutes before footsteps were heard and someone entered the room. A man in his late-thirties entered. "Sorry I am late I was 'eld up at zee office." He apologized.
"It is okay Auror Delacour we have not started yet. Have a seat." Harry responded motioning to a chair across the table next to the Potter. "Now on to business, you both put in a protection contract for 800 galleons. Now this is a good price considering it is for an entire school year, however we have the issue of whose contract to take. So to decide I have invited you here to persuade me with words. I will not take any more money than what the contract has so it truly is up to your persuasion skills." He smiled though they could not see it through his mask.
The Potter took the initiative, "Alex, is constantly in danger." Ah yes, Alexandria, his sister by blood, the Girl-Who-Lived. "Every year since she entered Hogwarts she has gotten caught up in a life threatening situation."
Harry sat up straighter, "I am a highly trained assassin not some baby sitter. If your daughter does not know how to stay out of trouble then it is her own fault." His voice was steel tempered with annoyance.
"No, she doesn't go looking for trouble it finds her. In her first year she was kidnapped by one of her professors and nearly killed. In her second year she was taken down into the Chamber of Secrets by a possessed student and was almost killed by a basilisk. Just last year she would have been killed by Peter Pettigrew on Hogwarts grounds." James was quick to defend his daughter.
The problem was Harry did not know if any of this was true as he had not kept up with news for the past years. He turned to the French auror, Mister Delacour?"
He took a deep breath before speaking, "What you must understand is zhat the elections for zee French Minister of Magic are being 'eld zhis year."
"So you want protection against political kidnappings and, or assassins?"
Delacour shook his head, "Not just zat. Zhis year at 'ogwarts zhere is to be a Tri-Wizard Tournament. She is going to be seven-teen by zhen and will wish to go. My wife and daughters are both veela. Fleur especially is a very powerful one and does not 'ave full control of 'er allure and," He glanced over at the Potters almost apologetically before continuing. "Well the English are not known to 'ave particularly high resistance and will against such things."
The corners of Harry's raised in a bittersweet smile. Yes, they had barely any resistance against such things even without an allure added. "It does not 'elp zat zhis would not be zee first time either." Any semblance of a smile feel at those words.
"What do you mean?"
The man swallowed, "Four years ago at zee last election, I ran. One of my enemies had my daughter kidnapped. Luckily we easily tracked 'er down. Even luckier we got zhere before zee act had been done but she was scarred for life."
He looked at the Potters and saw defeat in James eyes. He knew that he couldn't compete. Harry sighed thinking a moment before an idea so obvious that he felt stupid for taking more than a second for thinking of it. "Misters Potter and Delacour I have come to a decision. I will take both contracts." The men looked confused before James suddenly slapped himself.
"They'll both be at Hogwarts." The French auror looked ecstatic for a moment before a frown crossed his face.
"What about while my daughter is at 'er 'ome school?" Harry frowned a moment before a thought crossed his mind and he gave off a whistle. Both men looked around the room as if expecting something to burst out of the walls. It flew through the single window high above the floor. A beautiful snowy owl flew through the room and landed on his head.
"A post owl?" Hedwig glared at James who had made the very unflattering remark.
Harry smiled, "Close. This is Hedwig, an extremely smart post owl and my familiar through the assassin-beast bonding ceremony." The men looked confused. "Basically an advanced for of a normal familiar bond that allows for a few extra perks including unseeing apparition."
"Unseeing apparition?"
Harry explained, "Unseeing Apparition is the ability to transport myself to my familiar's current location no matter where she is."
"So 'ow will this 'elp protect my daughter?"
"Simple. I will send Hedwig to your home, then with her to school. Anything goes wrong she will alert me and I'll be there in less than a second." The man thought on it for a moment before nodding satisfied.
Harry reached into his cloak pulling out a contract, "Sign this and I will take the job."
The men looked it over, though it just simply said that the assassin and signers would uphold their end of the contract or face anything from serious injury to death to loss of magic. The both to the offered blood quill and signed. Harry grinned, "Good day to you gentlemen."
He disappeared in a crack leaving two bewildered men, who were sure anti-apparition ward were up, and one slightly annoyed owl.
AN: So I decided to try to write fanfiction and any constructive criticism you may have share it. I've written before and realize sometimes I just can't catch all my mistakes. So review tell me if it's interesting and once again constructive criticism. Oh and yes this is Harry/Fleur.