Allo peeplz waddup yo. Yes its me and this is my first serious fic so if it sucks please don't hesitate to tell me in a nice constructive way.

DON'T WORRY all you parody lovers out there I'm still doing them I'm just doing this as well.

Juliet: Retard

TFM: QUIET silly person

ASSASIN

PROLOGUE

A shadow was cast the in the candlelit hall in Flourish and Blotts. A man was at the source. This man's name was Edward Blotts. Thirteen generations after the shop opened all traces of Flourish had left the dusty old place, Exept of course, for the name. Timothy Blotts (Edwards grandfather) had kept the name Flourish long after Robert Flourish had left. (With his permission of course) It held sentimental value to all generations of Blotts who still drew breath. Edward Blotts walked silently to the door, there was a faint tinkle of a bell as he opened it and left.

The dark streets of Diagon Alley were even more sinister in the dark.

"Lumos." Edward whispered and a faint light flickered into life at the end of his shabby old wand.

It was cold, very cold but Edward kept walking blindly, his breath condensed in front of his face and fell to the ground and tiny particles of water. As I said before I was cold, very cold. Edward looked around to see if there was anyone who could help him find his way. Then there was a light, a light from a wand much brighter than Edwards.

"Hello." Edward croaked.

"Hello." The man's voice was deep and filled with malice.

"Who there?" Edward asked.

"That's not important." The man said calmly.

"Wha..."

Before Edward could finish the man whispered something and a green light stream from his wand. Edward felt the cure like a sword through his twenty year-old heart. He felt like he was falling, like he was aging, like he was dying. Nobody knows how long the man lay there until he was found all they know is that he had been struck by a forbidden curse, that much was clear.

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The room was dark. The scum of the wizarding world gathered there. Around them was a bar that created a ring around the room with bartenders every forty-five degrees. The room was divided into circles going inwards some kind of sick spiral of power. The most powerful or the most evil or dangerous would be in the centre and it would continue outwards. Sat directly in the centre of everything was a tall man with a short beard and slits for nostrils. His eyes darting this way and that even as he laughed in merriment with his companions several masked men. The door opened and everything was silent. A tall man with slicked back blonde hair walked through the room hardly noticing the hundred pairs of eyes piercing him. Instead of a traditional wizarding robe he war a long navy blue denim coat that dragged on the floor. He wasn't and attractive man, his skin was oily and his nose was crooked from being broken. The main feature of this man was the fact that he had one eye, he have a black patch over what would be his left eye. The man began making his way through the gap in the circles towards the very centre.

"Ah." Said the Man with slits for nostrils.

"I hear you have a job for me." The Blonde haired man said,

"You hear correctly."

"Who and how much?"

"All good things in time my boy." The man smiled. "Please have a drink."

"No." He then quickly added. "Thank you."

"Straight to business always. Take a look at this."

He handed the blonde man a copy of the Daily Prophet. The Blonde man took one look at the headline and a wide, malicious smile played across his face.

"How much are you willing to pay me?" He asked.

The other man took extra care to speak slowly and enunciate for maximum effect.

"Two and a half million galleons."

The blonde man was taken aback for a moment and then composed himself.

"It will be done..."

"I know, in thirty days or it doesn't get done."

The blonde man bowed low.

"Thank you lord Voldemort."

Then he left.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!

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