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Chapter 1:
Eighteen year old Harry Potter grunted in pain as he took another curse to the side. He was currently being dragged into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been two years since I was last on the grounds of my old home. Ever since that fateful night I have stayed away.
I was on a Horcrux hunt with my old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and when we returned we found the school under attack. I stayed under the cloak as Draco Malfoy made his threats to the headmaster's life and even as he was killed by Snape. The only thing that kept me from chasing after Snape was the blood curdling scream that came from inside the castle. I knew the voice of that scream as someone who I never thought could scream like that. I came inside to find Professor McGonagall crouched over the dead forms of all my closest friends.
Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Ron, and even Neville had all fought valiantly but in the end lost to the much more experienced death eaters. It wasn't long after that until I realized that I would have to end this myself. Hermione had always been there to guide me and carry me through but no more. I began training myself in everything I could.
I was quite shocked to find myself several million galleons richer than I thought the next time I went to the bank. Apparently Dumbledore in his infinite wisdom and as my magical guardian had removed the bulk of my fortune to his accounts but willed it to be returned upon his death. He didn't want me using it to escape the Dursleys. Armed with 5 million galleons (25 million pounds sterling) I bought myself everything I would need for training.
Meanwhile the war waged on in the wizarding world. In my search for the 'power the dark lord knows not' that the prophecy spoke of I even learned muggle sciences. It wasn't difficult with the use of some memory transference charms that wouldn't work between magical. The charms had no problem transferring between magical and muggles due to the lack of magical interference inherent in the memories of a magical. Something about the magic imprinted the memories to a specific magic user. No such thing existed in the muggle memories.
In two years I managed to cram over a decade of training in all magical and muggle scientific disciplines thanks to a time turner I discovered in Dumbledore's office. I also found a philosopher's stone with notes on how to use it and make more. The old man had kept it in case he had to use it to keep fighting Riddle. He had known since first year that Riddle had somehow made himself immortal but wasn't sure of the method until second.
Using the stone to slow my aging kept others from noticing my temporal training. Luckily I got these artefacts out before Riddle took the castle shortly after Dumbledore's death. I've also managed to locate all of Riddle's Horcrux soul containers in the last two years along with the deathly hallows. Even with the hallows I'm not sure I can permanently kill Riddle.
He's also used the castle to increase his power after taking up residence there. But I have a plan. Luckily Hogwarts isn't located near any populated areas. Hogsmeade was evacuated shortly after the castle fell from the light side.
As I was dragged in front of Riddle I let a smile slip onto my face.
"Why are you smiling Potter? Is it because you are about to meet your retched parents," Riddle asked with a sneer.
"No it's because I'm about to send you to hell," I replied.
Before he could reply I sent out a magical pulse that called my familiar to me. Fawkes had come to me shortly after the old man died and we bonded. As soon as the phoenix landed on my chest I chanted in an ancient language a spell that I took from one of the oldest books in the Potter vault.
When I finished my body exploded from being turned into pure energy. At the same time I had pushed a button on a small cube in my pocket. The cube contained an expanded space in which rested a muggle nuclear weapon. It was small in comparison to most but it was big enough to do what I need.
Given sufficient enough time and preparation wizards can survive a nuclear blast through wards but no wizard could survive one at point blank range without knowing what was happening. Riddle's eyes had just enough time to go wide before he was blown to pieces. Every death eater in the castle met the same fate. The castle itself didn't survive but the wards did hold long enough to contain the blast before they gave out as their anchor disintegrated.
As the blast cleared nothing was left of the once great school. I felt my soul being hurtled through time and space as the spell was carried out. My very essence was combined with that of Fawkes due to some of the effects of the spell. I had modified it slightly to accomplish this but it ensured my continued survive.
The spell was designed to let the caster be transported to another reality where they would merge with the soul of their alternate in that reality. It wasn't too hard to create an additional merger at the onset of the spell.
When I felt my consciousness swim into existence in this new reality I felt my body. I was younger. At a guess I would say 16. Taking in my surroundings I found that I was in a small, rundown building. Feeling my footing slip, I looked at the floor to see it covered in sand. Finding this a little strange, I peeked out the lopsided door. I find myself greeted by a never-ending sea of sand; high winds blowing the tinny grains all over in a deadly tornado of sand.
'A sand storm?' I thought to myself, 'but they only happen in... Merlin's hairy left nut sack! What the HELL am I doing in a deserts?
After a moment of panic, I realised that I needed to calm myself if I was going to get answers. So I huddled back into the ramshackle hut and slid down a rickety wall, I began practising some of my Occlumency. Doing this, I carefully searched my mind, finding those memories that were unfamiliar to me, the memories of my counterpart in this reality.
My name is Desmond Miles and I am sixteen. This 'Desmond' was definitely not normal; which is to be expected, I suppose, as he is this reality's me. I will never be normal. I searched further, looking for my powers, panicking slightly as I do not feel their familiar presence.
No, they're there. I could feel the part of me that had a lot of power. There was the merged essence from Fawkes combined with the essence of the hallows that had been on me during my transition. They don't control the death of this universe but I can feel a bit of limited control. For some reason I feel as though I am familiar with death. The Hallows' power won't allow me to control it (at least not yet) but I feel as though death is my companion. My ally?
Returning my attention to the memories, I start to organise them and integrate them into my consciousness, melding myself and Desmond to become one. I find that I was raised on a remote compound here in this desert, with a small population of about thirty, somewhere known only as 'the Farm'. Desmond was apparently running away in order to see the rest of the world, a right that his parents had refused to allow so far.
Searching further, I found that Desmond's, no, MY family has been around a long time. Dating back to the days of the crusades. A long line of people with uncanny abilities that seem almost inhuman (though not as spectacular as magic), who all pledged their allegiance to something called the 'Assassin's Order'. An Order which I was supposed to join. But Desmond was running away. These abilities that the 'Assassins' supposedly had were interesting, but Desmond was running for a reason. I would have to experiment with the abilities later; for now I will stick with my counterpart's plan.
I ran.
9 years later
I was heading out the back door, towards the new bike I had just bought (a Honda CBR 1100 Super Blackbird), having only gotten my licence last week. I had just finished my shift at the local bar where I had been working whilst trying to keep a low profile. Not very hard here in Italy!
I had been on the run since I left the Farm. No doubt my wardens... I mean, parents would be looking for me (along with the rest of the Assassins), not to mention those damn Templars. Even after all this time it still amazes me that the Templars are still around. Either way, I have to avoid them; they would probably kill me on sight just because of what I was.
I was half way to my bike when it happened! This guy just came up behind me and placed a cloth over my face, covering my mouth and nose. I immediately started to feel drowsy. Chloroform! Knowing that my body was almost unconscious, I retreated into my subconscious, behind my Occlumency shield to stop it from affecting my mind. Doing this, I used my magic to reach outwards. It was a skill I accidentally developed while using passive legilmency, it seems to be a mixture of the mind magic and one of these abilities that the Assassins possess. I use it to 'sense' what was going on in the world around me.
I termed this ability 'Eagle sense' as it was similar to an ability I have when in my primary animagus form – an eagle. I had been doing a lot of studying these last nine years. Learning how to use my magic without a wand (it seems that I absorbed the elder wand as well as my own during the transition thus making wandless magic possible). Re-learning all of my spells and other abilities such as the animagus transformation (I found I now have more forms than before. My primary form is an Eagle, I also gained the ability to take on the form of Fawkes and for some reason I have a third for of a Grim – which I assume is because of the Hallows). Not to mention learning how to harness the abilities I gained from the affects of the transition (wandless magic from my wands; invisibility from my cloak; the ability to sense death and prevent the death of someone close to it from the resurrection stone; flame travel, healing, increased strength and also increased intellect from Fawkes)
After learning all of this, I moved on to mundane subjects such as Maths, English, Science, IT and Engineering (seeing as this was a new reality, so things were different), all of which I was able to learn from the local library and from internet classes, once I was able to use a computer. I also learnt dancing, and multiple foreign languages such as Italian (which I learnt using the memory transference charm on an Italian local), French, Spanish, German, Arabic and also Latin.
Using my Eagle Sense ability, I found that the man and his companions were stuffing me into the boot of their car. With my body not responding, I had no choice but to let them. 'Who are they?' I asked myself 'what do they want with me? Could they have found me?
I guess I am about to find out!
A.N. As I said at the beginning, anything you recognise, I don't own! That includes the first part of this chapter, which I borrowed from the talented stargatesg1fan1 & his amazing HP/PJ xover story 'Inheriting A New Prophecy Book 1' (with his permission). If you haven't read it yet, check it out! It's awesome!