AN: Hi Guys, sorry for not updating anything for Out of Golden Dust for ages, my parents have been overseas even more than usual so I had to look after my little brother lots on top of which I got rejected by my first love L(I cried for the first time in public … that was really embarrassing!) and I had a massive writers block, but thank you all so much for your support and I promise an update asap!
This fic was spawned on a four-hour train ride from Hamburg to Berlin with lots and lots of boredom!
Warning this story is considerably darker than Out of Golden Dust so if you're younger than 15 you probably shouldn't read.
Warning: maybe Dumbledore!Bashing, definite Ron bashing, Assassination, and Blood.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the laptop I'm writing this on.
When Petunia Dursley née Evans woke up one fine morning to find her niece half frozen on her doorstep she and her darling Vernon made a hasty decision she would regret for years to come…
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Jade ran through the back alleys of London a hood firmly fastened to her head, a thin ratty coat covered her thin frame of 10 years, intense green eyes darting around taking in her surroundings. Evading different people with practiced ease. The streets, which she roamed, were dark and dirty, the windows were dusty and cracked or broken, and the smell was enough to make you more than queasy. It was no place for a normal 10 year old but for Jade it was home or at least the place she called home. She'd been here from the age of five or so she guessed. She couldn't remember much of her life before here; all she could remember was darkness and pain. Something she wouldn't like to repeat.
She shook her head to clear those memories and a few strands of blood red hair escaped her hood in the process. Pulling her hood tighter she sprinted off again.
After a while she finally reached her goal: an old, empty looking factory. She walked along the side of the building before climbing into the ventilation shafts, taking her flimsy shoes off and climbing into the small room above the high ceiling of the factory. She quickly cleared her now black curly hair and cape of any cobwebs before stepping out into the main room where Mer and Blondie were waiting for her.
Mer's look darkened when she saw Jade and even Blondie pressed her lips together tightly, it could only mean one for thing for Jade and she waited in suspense as the dreaded words spilled from Blondie's lips.
"You have another customer, she's waiting in the back room." Blondie said quietly without looking her in the eye. Guilt radiated off her and Mer as Jade morphed her features to look around 16, their age with light brown hair and green eyes to match. She fished around in the now fitting cape awhile before pulling out some concealer and a small hand mirror that though cracked a few times still worked.
Jade proceeded to quickly cover that blasted lightning bolt scar. She never understood why she could change everything about her appearance barring her scar, the one thing she wanted to change most of all.
Jade was gone now, in her place now stood the Doppelgänger an urban legend and a famed and sought out assassin.
As a whispered "good luck" left Mer's lips she threw Mer a cocky smirk and laughed.
"Won't need it." She declared and left them to their thoughts, she'd left her client waiting for far too long. The backroom of their hideout was small and only held a couch and a saggy old worn out armchair. Jade suspected that it used to be the break room of the people that used to work in the factory a long time ago.
Her client sat on the saggy couch facing the door; a spring of two had made their way to the surface. Doppelgänger observed her client before clearing her throat to make her presence known. Straight blond hair framed a heart shaped face and lifeless blue eyes, Doppelgänger guessed her to be around twenty-five. Her client jumped in surprise before settling her weary eyes on Doppelgänger.
"You're a lot younger than I expected"
She finally broke out after a few minutes of silence.
'That is so much truer than you could ever imagine.' Jade thought before the Doppelgänger spoke again.
"Why are you here?"
"I've heard of you many times…"
"Many people have. Whom do you want me to help into the next realm?"
Her client's hands trembled as she pulled out a photograph of a middle-aged man and handed it to Doppelgänger. The man looked very average, nothing out of the ordinary. Doppelgänger sighed; he'd be a bit of a bother to find, but she'd manage. She always did.
"Anything else you can tell me about him?"
The girl visibly flinched and shook her head. Doppelgänger sighed yet again.
"Four thousand five hundred pounds and no pence less, do we have a deal? Be aware that there is no going back if you confirm now. Not for you or him!"
"Ye- yes, w- we have a d- deal." Her client said shakily and handed over an envelope.
"Thank you for your business. Do you want me to contact you when it's done or will the news be enough?" Doppelgänger asked with a Cheshire grin.
"The news will be enough, thanks." She said less shakily and left the way she had come.
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Doppelgänger POV
'Time to start gathering information on Mr Bland' I thought to myself whilst skipping down the alleys towards the one place where everything was exchanged, the black market. I entered as Rouge, another persona Jade had created for us. Probably the most memorable one I showed the public and also the most known. Rouge possessed fiery red locks and doe like hazel eyes with specks of green.
I made my way across the market, which to me always seemed larger on the inside. No one would ever, could ever guess that a shabby rundown old warehouse on the edges of London held one of the largest black markets in the world. The inside was just as shabby as the grey tin outside but the colourful wares being bought, sold and traded, in addition to the people gave it life and colour. A strange thing to think of the black market, but when have I ever been normal. I giggled to myself, which in any other place have landed me curious looks, here, well no one really cared all too much.
Passing the many stalls, each with more interesting and unusual wares than the last I nodded to various people as they greeted me, as I'd mentioned before Rouge was probably my most liked persona and while the Doppelgänger was better known nobody really liked her, the general public didn't really appreciate assassins. I finally got to the stall I was looking for; it had no objects put out front, yet what they sold was nearly priceless to me, information. As usual a teenager and an older man accompanied the stall.
"Hey Bear." I greeted the younger with a grin.
"Hey Rouge, lookin fiery as always. What are ya lookin for?"
"I wonder, what could I possibly be looking for at a stall that sells Information?"
Did I forget to mention I was unbearably sarcastic most of the time?
"I know tha much Rouge. Who are ya lookin for information bout?"
"Some boring middle aged guy," I said and handed over the photo the client had given me. Bear looked at the photo and scrunched his eyebrows, he disappeared into the tent behind the stall and I could hear pages being turned before he came out again with an apologetic look on his face.
"Well, I got nothin. Can't help ya… Got a name or somethin?"
"Nope." I replied popping the p. He sighed and turned to the older man.
"Ey Gramps can ya help Rouge 'ere? She's lookin for some dude and I got no info."
The older man who had appeared to be sleeping until then sat up to take a look at the photo his ice blue eyes shone slightly as he ummed and ahhed over the photo. Suddenly he clapped his hands and beckoned for Bear to bring him some paper and a pen and started writing at the speed of light…
"Ya know that's gonna cost ya extra. Gramps don't do service no more."
"How much?" That one question ended up with me haggling with Bear over every penny while Gramps kept writing seemingly not bothered with our behaviour.
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No ones POV
Happy with the amount info gramps was able to deliver Doppelgänger left to observe her target. The man's name was David Rush, an ordinary office worker for an ordinary insurance company in the ordinary suburb of Northolt.
'An ordinary life for an ordinary guy,' she thought to herself whilst observing him from a bench in the light filled green park, donning dark brown wavy hair and blue eyes. Now all that was left was to observe him enough to morph into him and wait for the perfect moment to strike.
She silently snorted, this park certainly wasn't the place people would suspect the Doppelgänger to plan a murder; it was filled to he brim with families. Mothers and Fathers chasing after children laughing and doing other family things, Jade cringed before scoffing mentally, she didn't envy them with their perfect little boring lives in their cookie cutter neighbourhoods with perfect neighbours and perfect children… she really didn't, so then why did her heart still clench and feel tight in her chest? Why?
Two or so hour's later
Doppelgänger follows her target from the roofs, her features morphing to fit his to a T. Moving in a suit in a slightly overweight males body is irritating her immensely and no one likes an annoyed Doppelgänger, no one that wants to live that is. He turns into a smaller street that was empty bar him; he didn't feel any impending doom as he strolled leisurely down the alley humming a happy tune. Not two seconds later something jumps down in front of him. He only sees his own face a second before something cold is plunged in his chest. As he lay on the ground, blood pooling around him from the wound of his chest, and his life flashing before his eyes he sees his Doppelgänger, no the Doppelgänger looking down on him.
"Bye, bye me." Was the last thing he would ever hear before his eyes fluttered close for the last time, and the Doppelgänger left as if she'd never been there.
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When Jade woke the next morning she just knew something good had to happen. The Doppelgänger had done her job so it wouldn't have to surface for a couple more months and the gang and she had enough money to live quite comfortably.
The gang was made up of her, the secret assassin and number one money maker that Blondie had found on the streets, Mer a sixteen year old with dark brown hair and sky blue eyes that made her look rather innocent was basically the big mama of the group but you were totally fucked if you pissed her off or hurt the younger ones. Blondie was their leader; she was also their strongest fighter. She had platinum blonde hair and turquoise eyes, in another, fairer world she would have been worshiped as a great beauty but scars marred every inch of her body. Those silvery lines that made most pity and admire her at the same time.
Then there was Raven, the baby of the group, the only boy in the permanent group who was abandoned as a baby and found and adopted by Mer who protected him fiercely like a mother dragon. He was now around three or four. The other members or the gang were less permanent and Jade didn't know them all, most of them just brought food or money once in a while and slept and ate with them in the factory, of course only if they'd brought something. But they were all fiercely loyal to Blondie and Jade knew they were the reason no one had started a gang war against them yet. Blondie would be able to mobilise half of the shadow side of London to crush whoever dared to attack her.
Jade finally got up out of her squeaky cot at the thought of Blondie mobilising London.
She got ready and prepared for the day like any other day, a few hidden daggers here and there but nothing tooooooo dangerous. What she wasn't prepared for, however was for an owl to swoop into the room from God knows where and drop a letter neatly on her head.
AN: It's me again, yay! My Harry, or as she's called in this fic Azrael cant remember her past all too much so she wouldn't know her name, so she called herself Jade because of her eyes… I know she's very OOC but please bear with me, also I don't know what normal ten to eleven year olds are like cause my brother is eight and I've always been extremely mature for my age, apparently. Also I have no idea what its like to live on the streets so this is purely my imagination…
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Chapter Length: 2020 words.
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