Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K Rowling. Even Sirius...
*insert hysterical crying here*
OTP AU Competition, Round 1:
Assassin!AU
The Can You Do It AU Extravaganza Challenge/Competition:
50. Assassin!AU
Open Category 5:
Defined AU (Assassin)
Pokemon Journey Challenge:
Charmander: Prompt, Fire
Choose Your Own Adventure Challenge:
Prompt: Slytherin
(Hogwarts) Ultimate Chocolate Frog Card Club:
3. (Bronze): Wilfred Elphick: (1112-1199) was a wizard who lived during the 12th century. He was the first wizard in the world to be gored by an African Erumpent. On his Chocolate Frog Card, he is shown in bandages, so it can be presumed that he survived this attack.
* Challenge: Write about someone surviving a dangerous attack.
* Prompts: Gore, Peace, Desire, Bandage
(Hogwarts) Gringotts Prompt Bank:
Celestial/Weather/Nautical Word Prompts:
8. Breeze 11. Constellation 17. Earth 36. Ice 51. Snow 52. Storm 53. Thunder 61. Sky
All Colour Prompts:
A19. Azure B12: Black E1. Ebony G1. Gold G6. Grey I4: Ivory P:10 Pearl S11: Silver W2: White
Descriptors:
Instead of Saw, 9: Gaze at
Instead of Walk, 7, Shuffled
Word Count: 984
Azure blue eyes gaze at the sky, watching with cold detachment as the rapidly growing storm flickered to life. Bolts of thunder struck the earth, creating soft rumbles as they illuminated the slick ice covering the ground.
The woman with azure eyes sighed and ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair. She frowned distastefully as she fingered a strand of hair which still shone a deep gold; a reminder of her past mission, or more accurately, her past kill.
Her footsteps made shallow imprints into the pearl white snow. Ruining its perfection, she noted absently.
Finally, she reached her objective; a mansion worth much more than she could ever afford. Ivory columns rose from the ground, surrounded by smaller columns made of what she suspected was pure gold. The rest of the mansion was coated in a thick layer of ebony black paint, probably to symbolize the Ancient and Noble House of Black.
She suppressed a snort, what utter rubbish. She shuffled along the stone path surrounding the mansion, resisting the urge to shiver at the sudden breeze that had appeared.
After a few minutes of walking, she found what she had been looking for. Her slender fingers traced the silver outline of the window, carefully calculating how much force and magic was needed to destroy it.
Her wand slipped out of her pocket and into her hand with practiced ease. She pointed her wand at the window and with a quick flick and a wordless incarnation, the window disappeared.
Placing a pale, frostbitten hand on the ledge, she jumped into the mansion with a quick, well-practiced swing of her legs.
From the looks of it, she had landed in the living room. The roaring fire in the fireplace eased her tense muscles and thawed her frostbitten fingers, she gave a sigh of relief as she allowed herself a second of relaxation.
A noise from the other room jolted her back into reality. She didn't come here to relax by the fire, she had a mission to accomplish.
She pressed herself against the wall, pulling a hood over her head to hide her bright hair. Her wand was in her hand the second she heard the soft footsteps signalling her target was near.
The man, her target, collapsed onto the couch, the stench of firewhiskey clinging to his clothes and a bottle of the sharp liquor in his hand.
She breathed in deeply as her blue eyes narrowed in focus. The jet of green light that exploded from her wand narrowly missed its target, instead bouncing off the glass bottle full of alcohol that he had held up as a hasty shield.
"Who's there?" The man snarled, his wand already in his firm grasp. His sharp grey eyes, the ones that just mere minutes ago had been filled with a detached calmness that only alcohol could bring were now filled with rage and suspicion.
She stepped out of the shadows, allowing the light from the fire to illuminate her face. There was no point hiding now. She was a good duelist — he would be dead by morning.
"Someone wants you dead," She said simply, choosing not to reply to his question.
His shoulders tensed. "You're an assassin sent to kill me."
She nodded, lifting her wand up to cast a fatal curse when he suddenly spoke again.
"Marlene Mckinnon, right?" He asked, shifting into a more casual position. His wand was still firmly in his grasp though.
Her eyes narrowed and with a quick disarming maneuver, her wand was at his throat. He didn't even try to resist. "Stop trying to stall for time. You'll be dead by morning no matter what you do."
He merely smirked. "Feisty. Were you a Gryffindor back when you attended Hogwarts?"
Her answer flew out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop it. "Slytherin, actually."
"So you were a Pureblood?"
"Yes."
"So you were most likely filthy rich, right?"
"Once."
"This assassination thing, it's for money, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"What happened to your family, and all that Pureblood money?"
"Will you just shut up so that I can kill you properly?!"
He laughed, she noted absently that his laugh sounded quite like a dog's bark.
Somehow, she had been so focussed on his laughter that Marlene had allowed his fingers to pry her wand away from his exposed throat.
"The name's Sirius Black," he said casually, like they were just two people that had just met in a bar, not a wealthy Pureblood and an assassin on the verge of going broke.
"Like the constellation?"
Sirius nodded. "Like the constellation."
"Why aren't you at all surprised that I was sent to kill you?"
He laughed again, this time laying an arm around her shoulders casually. She froze, internally debating what she should do.
"Want to know a secret?" He asked playfully, leaning down so that his breath tickled her ear. She sucked in a breath, wondering just what had happened that had allowed her perfectly planned mission to get so off tracked.
Never before had she had a target like Sirius Black, one that would flirt and talk like he wasn't toeing the fine line between life and death.
When she realized he was still waiting patiently for her answer, Marlene nodded hesitantly.
He smiled. "You aren't the first one," he whispered into her ear.
"You mean . . . I'm not the first assassination attempt?"
"You're the fifth if I remember right."
Marlend stayed quiet, unsure of what exactly she should say in such a situation.
"Want to know another secret?"
Sirius didn't wait for her reply this time.
"Out of those five assassins, you're the only one that catches my eye."
Whenever people asked her about how she and her boyfriend had met, Marlene's answer would always be met with weird stares and confused looks.
"Well, we met when I tried to assassinate him."