Assassin's Creed: PROJECT NEW WORLD
Disclaimer: Ubisoft created, developed, and owns the entire lineage of Assassin's Creed. J.K. Rowling has ownership of the entire Harry Potter franchise. Noboru Yamaguchi is the novelist of the series (along with its anime and manga adapts) known as Zero no Tsukaima (Familiar of Zero). All I own is this crossover between two of the major xovers while having a unique connection to another on-going story of the third xover.
"What sorcery was it?"
"A green energy, sire," was the reply, "we dare not do anything. We didn't even know if it was because of the Piece of Eden we had finally located, but it along with much of our supplies and base camp was swallowed by the portal. Several of our soldiers also got caught in the mysterious winds. It... It was horrific witchcraft."
The unknown man sat on his throne within his kingdom. They, the Templars, have fought against their sworn enemy, the Assassins, time and time again. Secret wars fought in the background, history spurn on through their actions in the dark. They finally had a solid victory towards the Assassin Brotherhood of Asia, and now... a complete unknown occurred resulting in the lost of the Piece of Eden.
"However, not all is bad news, sire," the soldier spoke up again, prompting a look from the king on his throne.
"Yes?" he slowly drawls, awaiting the other bit of news.
"The portal that stole the Piece of Eden from our hands had also drawn one of the assassins into it as well. The little brother of the assassin leader, Kusanagi..."
The king smiled at that bit of news. He laughs in amusement.
"So, Kusanagi's little brother is gone? Well, I will say this does lighten the mood, despite the glaring sight that the strange portal also stole from us the Piece of Eden. If as a constellation, it is also out of reach of our enemies. Still... the morale is low..."
He stands from his chair.
"We will strike now while Kusanagi's emotions are overwhelmed by the loss of his little brother. Order our forces to mobilize! We will take this final battle against the Brotherhood's location in the mountains! Strike them down with the fierceness of Kami!"
The soldier bows and runs, leaving the Templar Order Master to his devices and thoughts.
"So, Madara, what will you do?" spoke a voice from the shadows.
"Once those assassins are dead, I can seek out and rule Asia, crushing any who refuse my ruling. And you Tobi will be there at my side." He turns his red eyes upon the man who wore a simple orange half-mask with a spiral shape. Only the lower face is exposed as the one called Tobi smiles, wielding a staff that had the symbol of the Templars topping it and made of sharp blades.
"This time, Kusanagi will fall and his order will follow him to death. The Father of Understanding shall be pleased with our work."
"Yes. May the Father of Understanding guide us in this final battle," Madara says with a dark charm in his voice.
But the war fought on for the next few weeks before Madara was slain by Kusanagi, and Tobi vanished fleeing like a coward instead. The Templars in Asia were combated afterward in the following months, as other incidents spring up around the rest of the world. Time moves on, and both sides continue to see sporadic green portals appearing and disappearing. Neither side knew what they were as time went on, humanity evolved, and history continued to act its course (influenced in secret)...
None were aware of the strange magic that even the Wizarding World couldn't understand (or knew of the anomalies) came from another world that reflected their world like a mirror or sorts. This other world filled with strange wonder and fantasy. A world where a hierarchy-styled society ruled for centuries, a higher society of blooded magicals that rule over the "weak, no magic" commoners, following the teachings of an ancient being who they considered a God, whom created the strange magicks that in their world followed a type of runic system of four primary elements and a fifth "holy" magical element.
This world as the years and years pass, things would remain the same, as generation after generation would use the magicks they were taught to follow as guided by their church's founding of their hero, the Founder Brimir and all things holy, unaware that their ritualistic Summoning Festivals and Trials would often have an impact on the world that mirrored their twin-mooned world...
Today, in a modern-age society of evolving technology on Planet Earth and its single moon, Hiraga Fugaku was only eighteen years old as he was in the hospital. He was very proud of the birth of his first-born son. In Tokyo, Japan, Saito Hiraga was born on December 9, 1996, at the time of 9:47 PM. And to young Fugaku and his strong passionate wife Hikami, an ancient legacy passed down from generation to generation within the Hiraga Clan will soon be given to his son when he reached majority age.
This truly was a glorious day to celebrate within both families.
He holds his son in his arms, wrapped in his blue and white baby blankets after being cleaned by the nurses. His wife smiles fondly, recovering from the pains of childbirth. Yes, the understanding of such a young couple having a child at their age was oddly looked upon in Japan, but they did not let others give them ill meaning. Both of them had strong blessings from their families. For their parents, it only meant having a grandchild to eventually spoil rotten. Hehehe...
"Hiraga Izuto Saito. That will be your name, little one," he coos softly to his child.
The birth of his son was a glorious memory to fondly cherish about; however as an assassin, he still had his duties to the Assassin Order of Japan. And Master Assassin, a man simply known as Sarutobi, still had much to teach Fugaku even though the young lad himself was well on his way of becoming the next apprentice to earn the title of Master Assassin. All the skills, the teachings, to be passed down to his son in the near future, along with the ancient teachings handed down to him by Master Sarutobi.
Currently, it will be four months since the birth of his son that Fugaku was once again on a dangerous mission. However he would have back-up in this in the form of two European Assassins. The trio was targeting a small group outside Taiwan, a dangerous place to be. As he waited in the location of meet, he was tending to a drink from the cola machine.
He turned around, guzzling down the soda as two figures emerged from the shadows, illuminated by the street light hanging above. They wore modified wizarding robes that were white and traces of dark gray. He could see the greenish dark brown spots that he knew were armor parts over the shoulders and torso, and leg armor. He assumed they wore similar armoring for the arms. He smirked, these two sixteen year olds were much like him: Classic Style Assassins. He saw no modern-age weapons on them aside flash bangs on their belts.
"We desired to bring guns on this trip but it would be too risky to get through customs."
Fugaku had no qualms with using guns once and awhile if the mission or situation calls for it. He himself was partial to old guns given modern revamps or customizations, although he recently found a favorite for the Heckler & Koch MK 23. In today's world, the Templars were more in favor of using guns against them so it was no disagreement that they themselves also used guns but also playing it safe, upgrading their tactics as the years went by.
"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, a pleasure to meet you both," he said in flawless English (although his Japanese accent was still there).
And of course since the long knowledge of the Wizarding World played into affairs since forever, magic was also useful. The two young teens before him, he knew they were magical. The young man could see their distinct aura that most magical assassins had (some stronger than others; Harry and Hermione held strong auras).
They bow to him.
"The pleasure is all ours, Fugaku-sempai," they reply.
After all, they were only sixteen years old, while Fugaku was older than them by two years their senior. Following Japanese customs, it was only right to use that honorific.
Fugaku smirked.
"Let's get going to the target."
The three soon vanish into the night.
This is only the beginning of a wonderful side story. Updates will follow as another plot slowly unfolds. If you figured out what this story connects to, then I give you a plate of chocolate chip cookies! Then again the DISCLAIMER spoils all... :P