A/N Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Assassin's Creed is the property of Ubisoft I own nothing not even the computer I am writing this story on.

June 1996

After a long and quite ride home on the train all Harry wanted to do was get to his cell at his relatives, curl into a ball and die. Why would a young wizard with so many admires want to die? Well the answer was easy his Godfather, the man that was going to help him escape the verbal and physical abuse of his relatives died.

As much as he wanted to blame it on Snape for his "wonderfully helpful" lessons he couldn't. As much as he wanted to kill that vile house elf Kreatcher he couldn't. And most of all he wanted to blame Bellatrix for sending him into the veil he couldn't. It was only one person's fault. His.

After bidding his so called friends goodbye and promising Mad-eye that he would owl every three days he climbed into his relative's car and sat in silence listening to his uncle rant and rave about "worthless freaks" and "how he must pull his weight this summer." He was wondering if Dudley had to pull his weight how long it would take before he dropped dead. A faint smile creped across Harry's face that disappeared almost as soon as it appeared

Once the car arrived at Number four he headed in for a summer of house arrest and no letters from his so called friends. Everything but a few pieces of parchment, a quill and Hedwig was locked under the stairs in his old room, and he was left in his room without dinner till he would be woken up at the ass crack of dawn to make breakfast and begin his chores.

Harry wrote his first note to the order it was one word "Fine" he sent it off with Hedwig and laid down for the first of many sleepless nights filled with Sirius failing through the veil.

Across the street Remus was settling in for the first night watch over Harry, as much as he wanted to just walk over to the house and talk to Harry about his lose Remus knew he couldn't. Dumbledore had his reasons for letting Harry being left alone. Remus never even heard the clocked figure sneak up behind him and knock him unconscious.

The man that stood looking up at Harry's window stood six foot with an athletic built wearing a white hooded clock that obscured his face, with a metal gauntlet on his left arm, a sword hung off the right side of his belt, four throwing knifes hung on a large leather belt on his stomach with four more on the back of his right shoulder and an dagger hung on his back. The man silently made his way across the street and climbed up to the second story and into Dudley's room.

There was no noise that came that night at Number four until Harry awoke from his sleep screaming bloody murder. To his surprise no yelling came from outside so he sat up in his bed. He reached for his glasses and saw it was 4 A.M. and decided to write out why exactly he should risk his life to save the wizarding and muggle worlds. When sunrise came at around 6:30 A.M. he had nothing written down.

"Fuck 'em." was what Harry said as he made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and then make breakfast for his ever so loving family. After making a full English breakfast for everyone but himself Harry walks up to the room Dudley sleeps in with a plate full on a tray so the fat lard doesn't strain himself walking down the stairs. He enters the room and sees Dudley dead in his bed with a small puncture wound to the base of his spine. Harry drops the tray and runs to his Aunt and Uncles room and finds both with the same deadly wound on both of them.

Harry runs downstairs and makes a b-line to the door to alert his minder that did such a good job keeping his relatives safe. Not that he really cared but still it is the principle of the thing. He runs head first into the same clocked figure from last night. Harry reaches for his wand but remembered it was under his pillow in his room. "Moody's gonna kill me…if he doesn't first." Harry mumbled. The man dressed head to toe in white and armed to the teeth stands over Harry looks him over then extends his hand to help Harry off of the floor.

"Uh…thanks…um… did you happen to…uh…kill my relatives?" Harry stumbles out while trying to crawl into his own body. The figure look right at Harry and says, "Yes, Harry I did. My name is Altair an assassin from Jerusalem, and I am also your twin brother." As Altair lowered his hood to show Harry a head of jet black hair and the same killing curse green eyes as himself Harry said the only thing on his mind at that moment,"Fuck me." And then promptly passed out.