Harry the Assassin
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Prologue
A shadow leapt over gilded roofs and flew across manicured gardens, ever closer to the grey slate of Malfoy Manor. A knife wept blood from its leather sheath by his side, supplying the only color to this apparition. The shadow, in the form of a short man or perhaps a youth, stopped at the giant gilded gates, instead choosing to land just outside. A small, blood-covered hand proceeded to besmirch the face of the gates, covering the smooth round plate in the middle with the foul grime.
The gates opened, accepting its visitor. A man in Acromantula silk robes silently witnessed his entrance. The grey of the robes complimented the grey eyes glaring at the "guest," and the sun glinted from the smooth waterfall of platinum blond hair.
The shadow, now resolved into a small teenaged boy of fourteen, broke the uneasy silence first. "You'd better clean the gates before it hardens," he commented, leaving no doubt as to what it could possibly be. His only reward was a glare.
With a sweep of his immaculate robes, the host began a languid stroll up the stone-paved path, while casually swinging the ostentatious cane held in his gloved right hand. The beige deerskin leather had likely never been defiled with the substances still dripping from the visitor, who silently follows.