Hey everybody, It's the sleepless Shadow, the Ninja-insomniac!
This idea has been bugging me for a while so i have to write it.
Another thing, If anyone needs ideas for any fanfictions of my fandoms, just ask. I have too many ideas to write out.
Anyway, I'm obsessed with AC: Unity. I don't have a PS4 so I can't play it. that and I don't have the game. But the trailers ROCK!
On to my new idea: Assassin's Creed: The Philosopher's Stone(I went with the European title. I'm american and I swear, I'm just trying to imitate the Period speech and do not mean to insult anyone...unless It's a fictional character.)
(Tyler's P.O.V.) (June 6th 1991)
Today was a normal day. Got up at dawn, trained with my mother, Did my schoolwork(I'm home-schooled),had lunch, trained some more, finished my studies for the day, and went free-running with my father. But as we were free-running, something strange happened. My father was a distance ahead of me, and I had made an attempt to try a new way of crossing the spaces between roofs. As I attempted to make a long jump, my foot slipped of a roof-tile. I jumped anyway. As I flew over the alley, gravity lost it's pull. I floated across the gap and landed safely on the next roof. Ignoring the phenomena, I continued running to catch up to my father.
The next day, I received a letter. That wasn't of much note. What was noteworthy was that it was in a parchment envelope, wax sealed, and addressed to my bedroom.
"Is this a prank from someone?" My father asked me,
"The only people I know are quite serious." I replied, "I doubt that any of them would use old parchment just to get a laugh. Then again, I doubt anyone would use old parchment in a joke."
"Let's open it up and see what it is." Mother says,
I open it:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Barnett, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. As you are a Muggleborn, I will be visiting in a week to introduce you to the World of Magic. Please expect my arrival at noon.
"What the heck?" My father says, "I'm going to contact the Mentor and tell him about this" He leaves the room for the house phone,
"What are we going to do Mother?" I ask,
"We'll prepare for her arrival. Pack away your weapons. Closet's the best place." Mother says, before leaving to do the same for herself and Father.
(June 14th 1991)
The week went by a bit hectically, I had to do training and studies on top of practicing a cover story. Not taking any chances, The Mentor had sent 5 Assassins to witness and protect us in this turn of events. They spread out on the surrounding houses to keep an eye on us.
I looked at the clock, 11:59 AM it read.
Father peeked out the window, "No sign of her yet."
"Maybe she's running late?" Mother suggested,
"Possible, but by her position in this 'School', one would expect her to be punctual"
12:00 PM
A knock on the door. Father looked out the window again, "How?!" he opens the door. A woman in emerald robes and square glasses with her hair in a bun is on the doorstep.
"I am Professor Mcgonagall. May I come in?" she asks,
" Of course." Father says,
"Thank you" She steps in,
"So, how'd I get magic?" I ask,
"Magic is usually inherited. Though there are times that a magical is born from muggles. This happenstance makes a muggle-born. Now, without a proper focus for the magic, it's expelled with Accidental magic. Accidental magic is controlled solely by powerful emotions and therefore is random and hard to control. In Hogwarts, we teach magicals how to control their magic through wands. Hogwarts also teaches many other classes."
"Any questions?" she asks,
"What are muggles?"
"Muggles are what we magicals call non-magicals. "
"How did you show up on our doorstep without us hearing you arrive?" my Father asks,
"Apparation. It's taught in the 6th year in a special class. It is a complex magic that allows teleportation."
"What are the school supplies and where do we find them?" Mother asks,
"The school supplies list should be enclosed with the acceptance letter and the items can be found in Diagon Alley."
"Diagonally?" I ask,
"Diagon Alley" she enunciates, "It is a street in the wizarding world that holds many shops where you can purchase materials and items. I will show you how to get there tomorrow at noon. And be sure to visit the muggle bank before we go so you can exchange currency."
"We will do so. "
"Sorry for the brief visit, but I have other matters to attend to."
"See you tomorrow then" Mother says,
Professor Mcgonagall opens the door and disappears.
(P.O.V. Matt, as Mcgonagall arrives)
A woman appears on the doorstep of the house.
'THE BLOODY HELL, THEY CAN DO THAT? '
Our mission was to follow the mysterious person(s) and bring back information. Now we can't do that because they can BLOODY TELEPORT!
'We're useless. Unless she decides that teleporting is too tiring or something and WALKS back to the 'wizarding world'.' I sit down on the edge of the roof.
'Maybe it's invisibility?' I decide to attempt to tail her when she leaves. I vault over a chimney and make my way over to the house. I use a telephone line as a tightrope to get across the street and jump to the Barnett's house. I nearly slip on the shingles but I get to a good over-watch point.
Due the house's composition, I can't hear anything clearly from where I am. Unless they're talking about Albanian Ducks. In which case, I can hear them quite clearly. When the door opens I switch to Eagle Vision and track her. She dissapears and a gold trail appears immediately shows. It goes in a straight line.
'Hmm, looks like we can track magic with Eagle Vision' I quickly follow the line as closely as I can. After about half an hour of tracking, the line starts to fade and I quickly mark my position, a reference point and the compass direction. I make my way back only to be confronted half-way by the rest of my team.
"Where did you go?" asks Simon, the ever calm one,
"Well, I found that Eagle Vision can track magic. Or at least, the teleporting thing." I say,
"Oh. Well, that's useful." he says,
"I also found the direction where she went. I marked it down when the trail started to fade and I was making my way back to tell you about this discovery."
"Cool, Now let's get that report to the Mentor."
Whew, took me a while, had to pull a full plot out, make connections, do research on the era, and get names. and this is just chapter 1! I always feel the need to get the first chapter out A.S.A.P. so I'll try to do drafts for the next chapters. TTFN ta-ta-for-now