Started on June 18, 2008.
Story by: SolemnxAngel
Rated M for future chapters
Summary: Harry, runs away from home when younger, and is raised to be an assassin and when he is finally found by Dumbledore, a new Harry is emerged. Warning: there is abuse and some strict content in this story, not to mention it will be a SLASH fic. Don't like, don't read!
Pairings (known): HP/DM, RW/HG, LL/GW, RL/SB/SS, NL/PP, BZ/TN, SF/DT
Story starts from Year One and will work its way from there. It will have some similarities to the original Harry Potter series, but trust me when I say, that this will be nothing like the series! Harry gets sorted into Slytherin.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR WILL I EVER! THIS FANFICTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, AND MY MERE IMAGINATION BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!
Harry Potter – the Slytherins' Assassin
An eight year old Harry sat numbly in his cupboard after one of the most painful beatings of his life. He didn't know what he did to deserve it, all he had done was gotten angry and the stove just sort of burst into flames. It wasn't his fault Dudley had started sprouting his input about his deceased parents.
Harry gingerly lay on his back and wondered what he did to deserve the life he had to live. His parents had died in a car crash; wouldn't you think that the people up those grand white marble stairs would take pity on him and give him a loving family? Apparently not, because he was stuck in a home where he was abused just on the basis of being a 'freak'.
Harry sniffled as he thought more of why he was always hit. He remembered how he one time went to school (on the rare occasion he was allowed to go) and how he had taken a test and scored higher than his stupid cousin did. Harry had been beaten for upping Dudley in a school that was meant for normal people and not for the likes of stupid freaks.
Crystalline tears fell against the pale and purplish skin that was Harry Potter's face. Even something as gentle as flowing tears ached and burned. That didn't matter though; he was in the dark where no one cared or for the most part, no one knew of his blatant existence. He was a forgotten child amongst the rest of his family who mysteriously weren't out there looking for him.
Harry's green eyes, as teary as they were, began to slowly droop. With one final silent sob, a soft sigh escaped him and he drifted off to sleep.
"WAKE UP YOU STUPID BOY!" Harry jumped up, startled. "I'm up Uncle." Harry said just audible enough to hear through the skimpy door. "THEN GET OUT AND START CLEANING, YOU LITTLE FREAK!" Harry's eyes watered again, but he didn't dare cry now. Slowly, he pulled himself into a sitting position and threw on some more dirty rags that used to be Dudley clothes.
"Your chore list is on the counter. Get to it. Remember, when you are scrubbing those floors that you are to go clockwise in a circular motion. Understood?" Aunt Petunia sternly admonished. Harry nodded, not pleased with the chore list. Every time he got a list that he completed early, his uncle would come up with more insidious and atrocious list that demanded of more things from him. And when he didn't complete the list, he'd be beaten and he'd have to stay up at night to finish his chores (on top of cleaning the 'abuse' mess).
Harry had just finished cleaning the washroom when Dudley and his friends came home from school. All four of them were muddy and smelly. Harry inwardly groaned, not knowing if he was going to be beaten again. "Aunt Petunia," Harry called out. She scowled but came to him anyway. "What do you want?" she sneered.
"I finished cleaning the washroom," Harry opened the door and there was the sparkling sink and counter and the dazzling white floors. "Very well," Aunt Petunia then left. 'Maybe now I won't be punished because she knows that I did it.' Harry eagerly thought while he went off to do his next chore: cleaning Dudley's room. Harry whimpered; Dudley and his three friends were in there. What should he do?
Harry decided that he'd skip that and go to the next chore: laundry. Taking the big basket out of the laundry room, Harry set out to go to his aunt and uncle's room and emptied out the dirty clothes in that hamper to his big one. 'Guess I can't avoid Dudley today…'
Harry sighed and ignored the bad feeling at the pit of his stomach and walked down the hallway to Dudley's room. With another sigh, he opened the door and everyone in the room stopped their chatter and stared at him. "What do you want, freak?" Dudley asked. "I need your laundry," Harry replied meekly. Dudley looked around his room and then back at Harry, amused, "Well, come in then and start picking them up. You're going to have to smell them though, because they are all mixed up together."
Dudley and his friends laughed at the poor boy. Harry's face turned pink, but he knew he needed to get it done and over with. His face turned a shade darker as he realized that Dudley was going to watch him. Shaking slightly, Harry picked up the thing closest to him, and thankfully, he didn't have to sniff. It smelled like pizza. Throwing it into the basket, he went and picked up several more bunches of clothes.
After doing that for a half hour, and folding the clean clothes, he was about to leave when Dudley shouted at him, "You forgot about these!" Harry turned around, and groaned. Dudley was holding up a handful of his undies. "Why don't you sniff them and save me the trouble?"
"Because, I'm not the one doing chores, remember?" Dudley smirked evilly before tossing the atrocities at Harry. Dudley's friends laughed. Harry picked up one of Dudley's underclothes and at one glance; it was obvious that they were dirty. There was a pee stain on it. Harry decided that it was time for payback, but he would wait and call him out when he was done checking the others. When he was able to sort the others out, he held out Dudley's underwear, pee stain in clear sight, "Hey Dudley, do you think this one is dirty?"
Dudley's friends saw the pee stain and started laughing at Dudley, who was turning a violent shade of red. Like father like son. Dudley immediately shot up and started towards Harry. "You- you freak! It's good that your parents are dead, you're stupid! I'm telling my dad when he gets home!"
Harry's eyes widened. He quickly stuffed the dirty underwear into the hamper before running away with it. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Vernon came home right after Harry got the washing machine started. "Boy! I better see that you did everything that you were supposed to!"
Harry started to shake roughly. He didn't get a chance to clean Dudley's room or to sweep the kitchen floor. "BOY! GET IN HERE NOW!" Harry gave a dry sob as he stood in the kitchen with his uncle glaring at him with a broom in his hand. "Didn't I say that you had to have all your chores done by the time I got done?" Harry gulped and nodded his shaking highly visible at this point.
"Why isn't it done? And I understand Dudley's room hasn't been cleaned either!" Vernon walked closer to the boy, the broom still in his hand. Harry grew instantly still at the closeness, knowing he was going to be beaten again. He was proven correct when the broom handle connected with the side of his head; whipping his head to the side and making him fall to the ground. His glasses swung off and a distinct crack of glass could be heard.
A wet sob escaped Harry as a throbbing sensation pulsed throughout his head. Vernon though, wasn't moved and began pounding the broom on Harry. He'd mainly go for the head. After awhile, Vernon became bored and started using his feet and kicked Harry in the ribs and face.
Screams carried within the house from the defenseless eight year old, encouraging more abuse from Vernon. "Uncle! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'll get it done tonight! PLEASE!" Harry gave out one last scream before his body shut down and he passed out.
When Harry came to, he shielded his eyes. Sun light poured onto him and his blurry eyes only caused more confusion. "What happened?" Harry muttered to himself. "We rescued you, kid," a gruff response from a male scared Harry stiff. "Where…where am I?"
"You are in a small shabby metal shack on the outskirts of town. Not getting into further detail with you on that." The voice that was once gruff had become less and more kind. "But, how-how did I get here?" Harry tried to sit up, but instantly regretted it and gasped in pain. "Kid, you shouldn't get up. You look like a beat down, starving dog. I'd lie back down if I were you."
Harry whimpered, his headache deciding to make it known. "How did I get here?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing that his question hadn't been answered. The man that had been talking to Harry came up close to him, somehow knowing that Harry couldn't properly see him. "You got here because I and my team took you in. See, your father or whatever he was, was a nasty gambler and failed to pay up on borrowed money. Let's just say we were hired to get rid of the problem because of his failure to pay up." Harry could almost hear the smirk in the man's voice as he spoke, and it scared Harry to no end. "Why did you take me?"
"No point in kicking a dog when it's down. We wouldn't kill a kid; we were only assigned the man and his wife."
For some reason, Harry felt saddened by his loss. Sure, his aunt and uncle hated him, but they were all he knew. A sob escaped Harry as he thought on it more. He was also happy that they were gone; now he couldn't be beaten by them and wouldn't be called freak. "But what will I do now?"
"Well, we're going to train you to be like us. That's what you are going to do. It's going to be rough, but I'd say that since you know hardship, you'll pull through." The man then rubbed the top of Harry's head. "Oh, and I got these fixed for you." Harry felt what was familiar to him being slipped onto his face: his glasses.
Harry was finally able to see Shooter and saw a muscular built man who was tan. He had light brown hair and brown almond shaped eyes. His right ear was pierced in three places. All of which, were hoops.
"T-thanks," Harry took a look at the man, "Who-who are you?"
"We don't give out real names here. But you can call me Shooter. And no, it isn't because I shoot people for a living. Has more of to do with drinking, but you're too young to know about things like that," the man – Shooter – attempted a smile. "So kid, you going to tell me your name and a little about yourself so I can find you a pseudo name to go by?"
Harry sniffed, "My-my name is Harry. I'm e-eight years old…" Harry trailed off, not knowing what else he should say. He didn't know that much about himself either, and that made him feel even sadder.
"Were those assholes your parents?"
"No, they were my aunt and uncle. They were taking care of me because I don't have parents," Harry said this slowly and quietly. He didn't want the man – Shooter – to make fun of him too. "Where are your parents?"
"My aunt said that they died in a car crash when I was a baby. Whenever I ask her about them she always had the same answer but different way of how the crash happened. I don't really believe her." Harry sniffed again as he played with his hands.
"Where'd you get that cool scar?" Shooter asked. In order to see it better, he brought his hand forward to push the unruly bangs out of the way.
Harry swallowed thickly as he pushed bad memories down, "I-I don't know. I've asked about that too, and I never get an answer about it either."
"That's a shame. Usually awesome scars come with wicked stories," Shooter gave an actual smile at Harry. Then it turned into a frown when Harry's stomach growled, "Hungry Emerald-Bolt?"
Harry looked at him in confusion, "Emerald-Bolt?"
"Yeah, Emerald Bolt. Your eyes are green and you have a lightening bolt for a scar on your forehead. Emerald Bolt."
Harry gave out a nervous chuckle, "I am a little hungry." Shooter stood up and carefully helped Harry out of bed, "I'm going to take you to the other shack where the food is. This is the sleeping shack." Harry took a look around and did see various empty shabby looking beds. Harry was too busy looking and walked into one of the beds that were in front of him. This caused him to fall down and the one part of the foot of the bed rammed into Harry's bruised ribs. He cried out and fell into the fetal position, tears streaking down his face.
Shooter stopped talking about the living arrangements in the shack and knelt down to Harry. "Okay, it's going to be okay. Here, undo yourself so I can pick you up," Shooter then wrapped around Harry and carefully pulled him up. Harry wrapped his arms around Shooter's neck and rested his head between his arm and Shooter's head. Tears still flew out his eyes and down his face.
Shooter, with his free hand, rubbed circles on Harry's back while walking out of the shack and towards another small shack. "You just need to learn to be a little more careful." A rue chuckle escaped Harry's lips at Shooter's words.
"Hey Shooter, kid awake?" A soft female's voice called out. "Yeah," Shooter patted Harry's back, "Emerald Bolt is awake. He's in quite a state and hungry. Then again, I'd be hungry too if I were out for three days!" The female along with Shooter laughed a little before Shooter set Harry down in a chair.
The female, who Harry noted, was very pretty sat opposite of Harry, "Oh my! I can see why you named him Emerald Bolt! He's got gorgeous green eyes!" Harry looked shyly up at the female, wanting to say that her light brown ones were really pretty too. "My name's Tanner. I don't know why, I'm pale." She cracked a smile. "It-it's probably because of your eyes…" Harry timidly spoke. Tanner cracked another smile, "Really? That does make sense, now doesn't it?" She swept her hand through her fiery red hair, bangs falling back into place over her forehead.
"So how old are you, cutie?" Tanner pinched his cheek. With a nervous laughter Harry said, "I'm eight."
Tanner's smile turned to a frown and muttered more to herself, "I can't believe people would hurt an eight year old!"
Shooter, who had been looking through the cabinets, finally came back to the table and placed a can of ravioli in front of Harry. "Hope you don't mind it cold, we don't have a microwave anymore. Red, the idiot he is, put plastic in it and it was a crap load of it. We couldn't get the melt plastic out, so yeah," Shooter stopped talking and opened up the can for Harry and handed him a spoon.
"Thank you," Harry said. He dug into his food, not caring that it was cold. He was just happy that he was allowed to eat without having to do chores.
Two more guys came into the shack, both laughing about what ever. "Hey Shooter, we're back! Man, three cars exploded when we shot at the one end and then it drove into the other, and then…" the one guy stopped when his eyes landed on Harry. "Hey! Kid's awake!"
Tanner rolled her light eyes, "No, we just have a new member who happens to be a giant dwarf!"
Shooter glared at her for being a 'bitch' before turning to the guy talking before. "Yeah Red, Emerald Bolt is awake. Just leave him alone though, he's eating."
Red sat down next to Harry but started up on his story again. Harry didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. It wasn't any of his business. Instead, he opted to look at the two guys. Red, as he was called, was pale and looked a lot like Tanner, but a male. His eyes were a light brown and he was pale. His hair though, was a bit of a darker red. His eyes were lined with black and from what Harry had seen, Red had many earrings on both of his ears.
The other unknown guy was seated next to Tanner. He had jet black hair and had green eyes too, but his were darker. The guy's lip was pierced and his eyes as well, were rimmed with black. Both guys had a 'gothic' feel. Harry wasn't an expert, nor had he been faced with 'Gothic's' but he heard about them from Dudley and his friends. How they were 'freaks' like Harry.
Harry looked down at the can that was nearing empty. He wasn't near full though, but he was scared to ask for more. Harry gave a soft sigh and took the last ravioli and chewed it slowly, hoping that the slower he chewed it, the less hungry he would get. Shooter seemed to notice somehow and placed another can in front of Harry when he had finished. "Do you want something to drink?" Harry's face flushed a bit as he sheepishly nodded. "We have milk, water, and orange juice. Take your pick."
"Orange juice sounds good," Harry quietly said. He went to grab the other can, but realized he couldn't open it. "I'll help you with that!" Tanner took the can from him and opened it with the can opener, "Here you go!"
Harry thanked her quietly and went to go eat again. "Sky, go see if the mail came or not. Red, see if we have some clothes that we can let Harry wear until we get the money. And Tanner please," Shooter paused and gave a charming smile, "don't leave and remain hot!
Tanner huffed and zipped up her over jacket to cover her chest. "Fat chance of me being with you Shooter."
"A guy can dream, can't he?" Shooter teased, his smile getting bigger. Harry watched the two banter for a few more minutes on the subject before Red put it all to a stop. "Dude, quit calling my sister hot. It's getting really annoying now. Okay? Good cause now I'm out of here," Red smiled though and just shook his head before walking out to go do what was asked of him.
"Emerald Bolt, you feeling a bit better now?" Shooter placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Yes, sir, thank you…."
Shooter and Tanner laughed at the unique politeness coming from the boy. Harry blushed impishly, unsure of what was so funny. At that moment, Red and Sky both entered into the kitchen shack. Red was holding up some black clothes and Sky had two brown packages in his hands. "Red and Tanner, take Emerald Bolt to the showers while I look at the mail with Sky." Shooter rubbed atop Harry's head before nudging him in the direction of Red and Tanner.
"Emerald Bolt, this is the shower room. Please note how there is only one stall. That is for Tanner. And you may not sneak a peek at her when she is showering," Red made a point to show he wasn't joking. "For you, Shooter was going to put up a curtain, but the curtain got ruined during shooting practice." Harry looked down, 'I hope I don't have to shower in front of them!'
Tanner, seeing Harry's discomfort, spoke up, "Emerald Bolt, you can use my stall when I'm not in it until we get a new curtain for you, okay?" Harry sent her a grateful smile. He was starting to like Tanner as much as Shooter.
"Well, here are some clean clothes," Red handed over a black short sleeve shirt to Harry and some black pants; embarrassingly enough, Red had handed him some black boxer-briefs. They looked to be just about his size, which confused Harry. Everyone here was taller and larger than him. He didn't say anything about it though, not sure where his place was. "The towels are all clean and they are in that bin over there. I don't know about Tanner, but if you need me, I will be sleeping my ass off because I'm tired." With that being said, Red walked out of the shower shack.
Tanner stayed with him while Harry showered. They didn't talk, but Tanner could sense that Harry was uncomfortable with being alone in such an unfamiliar place. Harry, on his part, was grateful for the girl's presence.
The next couple of days, Harry was being shown around the small community of shacks that seemed to belong to the four of his new guardians. Their was a sleeping shack, a kitchen shack, the showering shack, weapons shack, training building (abandoned factory), washing shack (meant for laundry wash), and then there was the car building. The car building held some of the coolest cars Harry had ever seen in his life. He didn't know much about cars, but Harry knew all the names of them. Red's baby was a red 1968 Chevy Camaro. Harry only knew this because Red had been nonstop talking about his 'baby' to Harry one night at dinner. Sky's car was a black Mustang GT390. It was awesome looking in Harry's opinion. Shooter had a white 1986 Jaguar XJ6 Sovereign 4.2. It was another car Harry himself found he was fond of. Tanner's car was a 1966 Buick Riviera. Her car was blue, and Harry practically drooled at the sight of it. Tanner's car was the coolest one of them all.
There were other cars in the car building but Shooter had told Harry that those were cover cars, or the term used was 'expendable'.
Harry smiled at what he had come to consider his 'new' family. They had been better to him these past two weeks than his real family had his – their – whole lives. Harry gave a content sigh and turned over to his other side while pulling his blanket up to his chin. He looked up to Shooter and Tanner the most. Sky was more closed off and Red seemed a bit more preoccupied with his sister more than anything. All four of them decided that 'Emerald Bolt' was too long for a pseudo name, so they decided that he would just be called 'E Bolt'. When they had made that unanimous decision, he had gotten so excited one of his 'freakish' occurrences happened. Harry had cried when several empty picture frames burst into pieces; he'd been scared and could have sworn that they were going to kick him out. Instead, they had looked at him with wide eyes. For some reason, they didn't shun him. Harry to this day, still didn't know why. That incident happened only three days ago.
"E Bolt, you up yet?" Tanner nudged at his small frame. Harry smiled in her direction, not really seeing her without his glasses. "Oh, baby, here's your glasses!" Tanner gingerly put them on him before helping him get out of bed. "You must be hungry, come on!"
Harry's smile grew wider. He loved Tanner. She babied him and coddled him and acted like a mother to him. He only wished that Tanner and Shooter would just get over themselves and do whatever adults do. Shooter was like the father. And Harry, of course, was their kid. "What are you all smiley about today?" Tanner laughed. "I'm just happy, is all. What's for breakfast?" Harry bounced his step a bit. "Looks like little E is wide awake. I'm thinking about starting him off on some of that training." Shooter came out of the shower shack and started walking with them to the kitchen.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. You up for that E Bolt?" Tanner asked. Harry had seen the four of them train before and he couldn't wait to train with them! "Sure! But can I please get that breakfast first?"
Three Years Later
An eleven year old Harry sat at the breakfast table with his makeshift family. Things had been going great for him ever since he had woken up in the sleeping shack three years back. His birthday was today, and they were starting the day off with what Tanner called 'egg cake' with bacon being the layer lines. While it was creative and a newly adapted birthday tradition for him, it was still a sorry sight.
"Happy birthday E Bolt!" Red said while patting Harry on the back. Similar greetings were given before digging in.
"So E, you excited that you're now eleven?" There went Tanner again pinching his cheek. He playfully batted her hand away, "Honestly, I'm not little anymore!"
Red, sensing a joke at Harry's expense, "So you admit to being little?"
Harry punched Red's shoulder at the crude joke, "You only joke to make up for what you lack!" Tanner 'oo-ed' while Shooter and Sky laughed their asses off. Harry was high-five-d also by Tanner.
Breakfast was cut short however, when a bang on the door broke the cheer. "E Bolt, was that you?" Harry looked at the door, "I don't think so." Shooter went for under the table, slowly ripping tape off the pistol he had secured there. "Be quiet." There was another loud bang, this time causing Harry to jump. "'Ello, anyone in there? I'm lookin' for a 'Arry Potter." A booming voice called out from behind the shabby metal doors.
Harry's eyes widened in shock. Whoever it was behind the door, knew his name. Shooter quietly stood up and walked in front of Harry's seat, "Who's there?"
"Ah, oh, my name's Hagrid. I'm 'ere to pick up 'Arry." Shooter looked over his shoulder questioningly at Harry. Harry in turn whispered, "I don't know a Hagrid."
"How do you know Harry?" Shooter took the pistol and made sure it was loaded. Someone wanted 'his' Harry. "I was friends with 'is parents. Is he in th'r or am I wastin' my time?"
Shooter didn't know what he should do. Then again, he had come face to face with many liars that always knew information just from searching it up. "What do you want with him?"
"I'm tar take him to his new school, err, I can't talk 'bout it out in ther open," the voice – Hagrid – seemed sincere enough. But Shooter still wasn't sure. "Okay, well there is a window near the door, I want you to walk in front of it and then I want you to raise your hands above your head!"
Hagrid, on the outside, thought this as an odd request. 'These here muggles are odd folk, aren't they?' He did as he was asked though. Then he was asked to take off his over coat, slowly.
When Shooter and the rest of them saw that the only thing this guy had on him was a letter, Shooter reluctantly let him in. It was hard for Hagrid to get into the doorway however, due to his abnormal largeness.
"What do you want with Harry?" Shooter asked again. They finally decided that Hagrid couldn't get inside the shacks, so they opted for the training building instead.
Hagrid sighed and handed Harry the letter, "Firs' I wan' 'Arry to read tha' there an' then I'll get ter explainin' things." Harry looked down at his envelop and noticed a seal that said 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Harry couldn't help but think that it was a joke. He opened the letter anyway and read it. That's when he burst out laughing and voiced his thoughts, "Okay, so this whole thing is a joke?" Hagrid looked offended, "No 'Arry. Tell me this, 'ave you ever did something by acciden' out of anger or extreme 'appiness? Have you ever?"
The four none magic folk looked at Harry, knowing fully well that he had done those things. Harry slowly nodded and at that, Hagrid swiftly replied, "You're a wizard 'Arry. I was told to come 'ere to take you ter Diagon Alley so I could get you school supplies."
"But…" Harry looked at Shooter. He shrugged his shoulders; not knowing what else there was to do. "I suggest that maybe you do go with him. But I want to go with E Bolt just to make sure you ain't pullin' a fast one on us."
Hagrid nodded, "Tha' be jus' fine. Now come on 'Arry, we have a lot of buyin' ta do."
e n d o f c h a p t e r
Okay, so this is a new story of mine... I hope you all like it, (and just so you know, I am still working on AWAKE. Just got done with a lemony scene!)
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