Harry Potter and the Dark Brotherhood
By Raneynr Lerrqu
Rating: M, because I never know what will happen, Violence, Blood, etc
Summary: AU Oblivion: Dark Brotherhood crossover. The Final Events of OP did not go entirely like the book suggested. The Wizarding World is in great turmoil, Harry has lost something in the Department of Mysteries but it wasn't what everyone thinks or believes. The Assassin's Guild, one that was said to have been destroyed several hundred years ago, has come to find that they cannot continue their lifestyle unless Voldemort is destroyed. However, He isn't their concern as their Matron leads them down a different path. For the first time in history, the Dark Brotherhood and the Side of Light must work together. Who can lead the children of Sithis and the Night Mother as well as the War against Voldemort?
Pairings: unknown, up to debate
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Elder Scroll's content. I am just using them for my, and other non-profit readers, entertainment.
Warnings: AU—Will deviate from Cannon. Blood, Violence—it is an assassin guild. Also, Het and Slash of unknown parings.
AN: This idea came to mind when I was playing Oblivion and I started a new account so that I could do the Dark Brotherhood Quest again. And When Lucian Lachance was talking to me after I had completed his task, Harry popped into my head. I wanted to merge them; this is my attempt to do so.
††††† Prologue †††††
The Listener closed his eyes and stood in a casual position, he could not allow anyone to think he was up to something. Something like waiting for the Night Mother to inform him of the next set of contracts to be made. Times were making it harder for the Brotherhood to stay in the shadows. With the newly returned Dark Lord taking his deadly stance once again. Why had Sithis allowed for that serpentine creature to live?
One of the Aurors walked past the statue that he stood at. He smiled and greeted her as any normal citizen would. After she had passed completely he let his gaze fall on the statue. According to the plaque at the base, she was Vivine Le Fae. The daughter of Morgana and Merlin, birthed as a treaty between Avalon and the warriors of light. The Listener knew otherwise, she was the Night Mother. Her words of darkness hadn't graced his ears in days, the abundance of death that the Dark Lord caused seemed to have stalled all of the Brotherhood's actions. All he could do now was wait.
A whisper of power surged around him, bringing a slight smile to his face, as the dark voice entered his mind. "So you have come, my child."
"Yes, Mother," he called into the void of his mind.
"A contract I have for my children, but none within them can complete it. He who can take the contract, will need training and learn the ways of the Dread Father. You must send the Speakers out and find him, my child. He alone can complete the contract on Riddle's soul. Leave me, my child. Leave me and tend to the children. Return after you have found my wayward son."
As she faded from his senses, he shivered. It was time to call the Black Hand. He moved slowly away from her statue and made his way through Night Walk Alley back towards Diagon Alley before he stopped and looked at the passageway between Diagon and Night Walk. He could see the Dragon's Breath from there, it would be easier to conduct a meeting at the pub, he realized. Smiling grimly, he moved through the mostly deserted alley to the pub at the far end, the opposite side from Vivine's Statue.
"Good evening, Listener," a soft voice murmured as he entered the pub and fell in step behind him.
"Alta, my dear, call the others and meet me in our Sanctuary." He could see her nod as he continued on his way around tables, chairs, and the few patrons still awake. His Silencer would get the Hand together in short time, so he just nodded towards one of their Executioners. It had been wise to recruit the pub-owner a hundred years ago, now his family has been members of the Dark Brotherhood but have never moved into the Black Hand proper. He moved behind the man and entered the trap door in the floor. It was a circular meeting room with a larger round table, five hallways veering off from it leading to the Hand's private rooms. One room for each of the Speakers with an accompanying room for their Silencers and one room for the Listener and another for his Silencer as well.
"You have called us, Listener," nine voices sounded in unison.
He turned to look at the members of the Black Hand. "I have spoken with the Night Mother." All except Alta cringed at the angry murmur that sentence had come out as. "Our job is to discover a child; she actually referred to him as her wayward son, and we must train him. Only he, she says, can fulfill the contract that has been issued. I know none of those details until his training has commenced, save the targets surname: Riddle."
There was a moment of silence before the four Speakers began to clamor. He continued trying to stall the outburst. "I known not the identity of the child we seek, save that he is a wizard and is over the age of eleven. The Night Mother didn't tell me those either, nor the name of the target, but she left those impressions with me as she left to her slumber."
"Listener," the four began again in unison, but Abslen continued, "How does Mother expect us to locate the child if we know nothing about him and he has not appeared on our potential family members list?"
Arilena continued in Abslen's wake, "We have to tend to all of the children of the Night Mother but to find one boy who shows none of Sithis' love, she had to have given you some type of clue Areick."
He sighed. "She told me nothing of finding him. Although, if we can discover who Riddle is, then perhaps we can find him that way. Nonsiel, can you and your Silencer seek out the target's line?"
Nonsiel glanced back at Lazar and spoke, "If you need us no longer, Listener, we will begin now."
Areick nodded and turned to look at Eheird as Nonsiel and his Silencer left back up to the pub. "What of you and your Silencer? Have any ideas as to what you can do? I think Arilena and Sial would do well in watching over the Sanctuaries."
"Risael and I will begin by going to Sithis' alter and asking our Dread Father for guidance to the child. Perhaps he will aid us in the Night Mother's task." When Areick acknowledged their plan of action they, Arilena and Sial moved to their chambers to get some sleep before they began their tasks.
"I have to ask you, Areick, what is our Unholy Matron thinking?"
He took a deep breath and looked at the remaining Speaker. "That we will all fall unless we take this step. I ask you to keep an eye on the Minister; I feel that with his death there will be a chaos that even Sithis would cringe at. May I also ask for Lerena to watch Hogwarts' staff? I feel as if we are going to need to be dealing with some of them soon."
Abslen let loose a sigh. "We will do so, Honored Listener," with that spoken they left to the pub leaving Areick and Alta alone.
"I think this all is just preparation for what will have to be done against the Dark Lord. Alta, we cannot allow our tasks to jeopardize the public. I've a contract for you."
She smiled and walked to his side. "What contract may I fulfill for you, my Listener?"
"I need you to ask as guard for the time being, can you do that?" At her nod he continued, "Then I need you to become the Potter boy's shadow, he is the Dark Lord's target. We cannot allow the Death Eaters to get him. Kill any that approach him. I will contact you when I have a new contract for you."
"I head your words Listener. No one shall harm the boy. May I ask the reward for my task?"
"No less the 1000 galleons, more will depend on the length of time at the post." She nodded and then left as well. No time like the present to take up the contract.
TBC