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Potters Creed

Harry sat on a barstool in the Sea Wtich, a bar on the docks, nursing am ale of Leprechaun make. Sirius sat further up the bar. They had gotten information from The Wolf that Zeirk was hiring a French killer for hire to kill Padma during the next Hogsmead weekend. The Wolf had promised to help them make sure the hitman didn't make it out of the meeting. Four Hitwizards walked in and walked to the back of the bar to take a seat in a booth with the man there. Sirius looked over his shoulder at the tall black werewolf that was standing at the corner of the bar. The man walked over to a table full of sailors and started singing a loud bawdy song. The sailors were apparently familiar with the song as they joined in.

The song ended and in the last few seconds the werewolf slammed the sailor that sat in front of him into the table by the side of his face. A second sailor stood up and grabbed him pushing him back into the bar. Two other fights started at different points throughout the bar, causing just about everyone to get involved. Sirius slid a bottle of firewhiskey down the bar to Harry who slammed it into the back of the head of the Hitwizard that had come to the bar to get his friends drinks. The magic fire imbued into the liquid flared up all at once. The man dropped to his knees gripping the bar with one hand while the other held the seared skin along the side of his face.

Harry turned and began to walk to the back of the bar where the Hitwizards were. Two of them had pulled their nightsticks and were keeping the fight from their client. The third had seen his friend go down and was advancing on Harry. He swung his weapon at Harry's head causing the Assassin to duck under the swing. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and belt and used the mans charge to push him further, into Sirius's hidden blade. The man sank to the floor in his Godfathers arms, holding his stomach.

Harry watched as one of the remaining Hitwizards was grabbed by the belt and collar by the werewolf that had started the bar fight, and thrown into the shelves full of drinks behind the bar, falling to the ground unconscious. The last Hitwizard was standing in front of the table that the hitman was sitting at casting spells at anyone that got to close. Harry stepped forward and put his arm in front of his face, catching a fireball on his gauntlet and watching as the fire dispersed around the sides of his hood. The Assassin ducked under the nightstick that followed and grabbed the man by the shoulder pushing him back as he advanced, and thrusting his hidden blade into the man's midsection 3 times. The Hitwizard sank to his knees and fell onto his shoulder as Harry stepped over him.

The Hitman watched impassively as his guard was killed, standing and pulling his own wand to join the fray for the first time. The two looked at each other for a moment before Harry twisted to the side at the waist as an exploding hex passed by his his face. He placed his foot on the table pushed, sending it sliding across the floor and jumping onto it in the same move. The table knocked the wizard to his seat and pinned him into the corner as Harry's hidden blade flicked out and came down into the mans throat.

Harry stepped down from the table and walked back through the bar and out the back door that the werewolf was holding open, with Sirius not far behind. They were quickly joined by the 4 other thieves as they made their way to the Hammered Hag where The Wolf was waiting to meet with Harry.


They entered the bar and followed the lead thief into a private room in the back. In it sat the hooded form of the head of one of the most powerful thieves guilds in all of Britain and Ireland. The man pulled his hood down to reveal a face Harry knew.

"Lupin?" Harry exclaimed.

"Of course. Who else would be called The Wolf" The werewolf laughed.

"So your telling me that the Professor Lupin that I knew, the straight laced bookworm that Sirius always tells me about, took over the underground and became the thieflord of Britain." Harry asked incredulously looking back and forth from the laughing werewolf and his smiling godfather.

"At one time yes. When I graduated my condition kept me from finding gainful employment, however with my intelligence I was able to facilitate a few of the better thieves in their forming of a Guild of considerable strength." Lupin said proudly.

"It helped that with the war the landscape was ripe for the picking. However are feral friend here downplays his importance. His thieves have succeeded at feats no other group has even considered possible." Sirius said.

"Well actually after your parents death I left the guild and it dispersed so right now we aren't even at a 10th of our best. We are working on it though." The werewolf sighed.

"Well don't worry we will help in any way we can. We can't let family down can we. Besides I need The Wolf." Harry said smiling at his friend.

"About that. We have a couple of people that a place to stay. I hear your looking for someone to run a Bar and Inn in Altair. With your permission I would like to move my headquarters to the Isle of Creed when you get things off the ground." Remus asked seriously.

"I think we can arrange something." Harry said looking at his godfather who nodded in confirmation. The three broke out into wide smiles and made a few tentative plans before Harry had to leave. He had some business to take care of.


Krunal Patil sat in the study of his home in England. He was not a very happy man. It was hard to be joyful when his daughter Padma had brought him information that his most powerful enemy was trying to kill her because of some deal she had discovered. The problem was there was no evidence, and she didn't even know what she had discovered. He knew she would be safe within the wall of Hogwarts but he still had to do something.

That brought him to his second problem, the boy that he had found in his daughters bed. He was not all that upset about it, even before his daughter had explained that nothing had happened. He was not worried about her maidenhood as it was common practice for a suitor to sleep with a woman before making a marriage proposal. A woman might might even go through several men before her father decided to accept a proposal, so a woman that had lost her virginity was seen as worth more because other men obviously desired her.

He would rather let his daughter just pick her own husband but his relationship with the other powerful families dictated how he would have to go about it. It seemed though that she had found someone she wished to at least court, the only problem was neither of them knew very much about him. The only thing they knew for certain was he was mixed up in whatever Zeirk wanted to kill Padma for, and he was an adept killer. Krunal wondered how he could meet the boy. Maybe he could shed some light on what Zeirk was so paranoid about. He didn't have to think on it long as he heard a sound behind him.

Harry stepped lightly in through the window of Mr. Patil's study. The man was turned looking into the fire in the high backed chair behind his desk. Harry snorted at his obliviousness but then decided that after all his training not many people people would notice him. He stepped from the shadows making sure to step louder than usual to get the man's attention.

Mr. Patil heard the footsteps and turned, his wand whipping out to point at Harry. The man apparently recognized him though the wand stayed pointed at Harry as the man rested it on his desk. Harry walked forward and pulled something out from his robes, dropping it on the desk.

"1000 Galleons, paid by David Zeirk to one Louis Bleriot, for the killing of Padma Patil." Harry said as the man stared at the purse Harry had stolen off the corpse of the hitman earlier. He saw them widen at the proclamation before leaving the purse to scrutinize Harry.

"And how did you come by it?" The man asked expressionlessly.

"I killed him in a bar on the docks." Harry explained. The two men stared at each other. Mr. Patil to decipher the young man's intentions, and Harry with disinterest. Finally Mr. Patil answered.

"It appears I have you to once again thank for my daughters well being." The man said. "Though I would like to know what your interest in David Zeirk is and why it has placed my daughter in the position in which she needs to be saved from."

Harry winced at the not to subtle remark that it was his fault but let it drop.

"David Zeirk is an evil man and part of a corrupt system. A system that I am at war with he is the first of many I will need to purge in order to provide a safer environment for Great Britain. As for what your daughter witnessed. I don't entirely know I wish to find out for myself." Harry said. Mr. Patil appeared to not like the answer.

"At war... With the Ministry. I can understand that it needs to be changed but to kill is too much. We can do so much more..."

"No it is exactly what is needed. Men like Lucious Malfoy run the Ministry, while men much more powerful and much more dangerous control them. These men are not to be crossed, they are brutal and care only that they maintain control no matter the situation." Harry interrupted. "If the system could be changed why is David Zeirk still in control even with everything you have done to take him down?"

"Well the system isn't perfect, but with enough pushing eventually everyone will realize he needs to be relieved of duty." Mr. Patil answered. Harry just snorted.

"Who would relieve him his boss already knows, and his underlings would just take his place." Harry said with conviction. "And what will happen while you pile complaint after complaint against him. He will hunt down your daughter. He will decide you are to annoying to deal with, and he will kill you. What of all your past complaints, wouldn't someone listen if you accused him of trying to kill your daughter."

"No but I have no evidence..." Mr. Patil started.

"So what your saying is no matter what he has done in the past no one thinks any worse of him." Harry growled showing emotion for the first time.

Mr. Patil tried to protest but Harry cut him off again.

"Meanwhile a war is coming and I don't have time to play nice while they kill your daughter and my friends. You do what you think is necessary, but David Zeirk and his friends will not cause me, or anyone else problems again." Harry said stepping out of the window and disappearing.

Mr. Patil leaned back in his chair. He admitted that the boy made sense. However he knew there was SOMETHING he could do, he just didn't know what.


Harry stood on top of the Three Broomsticks surveying the hamlet of Hogsmeade. He didn't trust Mr. Patil's way of doing things and decided he was going to keep eyes on Padma. Sirius had agreed and volunteered to take care of things while Harry was away. Things had gotten busier in the month since the thieves had gotten involved. Information was flowing in at a fast rate and as Harry and Sirius were the only two they spent a great deal of time looking over it. Remus promised that he would filter it better in the near future but for the meantime Harry hadn't been able to get what he needed to take down Zeirk.

He saw his target and slid down the slanted roof before jumping to the building across the street and grabbed a hanging potted plant to swing himself around the corner of the building. He let go and dropped down into the alley. He exited the alley and fell in behind a group of 3rd year Hufflepuff girls. He watched as Padma and her companion, an Asian girl by the name of Su Li if he remembered correctly, and some other Ravenclaw girl walk into the Three Broomsticks and made to follow them.

As he walked in he saw her in a seat not far from the door with her back to him. He walked to the other side of the pub but noticed that all of the tables were filled to the brim. All except one next to the bathroom, which was empty but for the form of one Neville Longbottom. Harry walked over and gruffly asked if he could sit with him. Neville just nodded before looking back down at his drink. Harry took the seat feeling sorry for his old housemate. Word of his forced inclusion into the Triwizard Tournament had reached Harry. The way the papers told it the Longbottom Heir had gotten the egg out from under the dragon in the first task by running headlong into the nest ducking around streams of fire and under tail swipes. Surprisingly enough the young boy had even come in first place in the Second Task using Gillyweed and swimming as if possessed. The boy looked saddened though. Harry ordered a Gillywater and decided to talk to the boy.

"Your that Neville Longbottom from the tournament right?" Harry questioned causing Neville to look up at him.

"Yeah." He answered looking the stranger over. Harry was thankful for his white hoodie. His drink came and he used it to cover the lower half of his face holding it up and drinking every so often.

"You seem down. I heard you killed in the last task." Harry said cheerfully.

"Yeah I did. It is hard to get excited though. Everyone keeps telling me I'm a squib and I only succeeded cause I'm good at running." Neville answered.

"Running is a good skill to have. Just think without their wands they would wish they could run as fast as you." Harry said.

"Yeah, but they still have their wands don't they." Neville answered crossly before getting up to go to sit somewhere else.

Harry had been watching out of the corner of his eye as they had talked but as soon as the boy left Harry turned slightly to look at a man sitting at the bar. The man was clearly watching Padma. Harry stopped Madam Rosmerta, sliding the mark of The Wolf out onto the table so that only she could see it. She looked around before leaning in to listen to what he had to say. She nodded when he was finished and went back behind the bar. She put her tray down and went to go fill up a Butterbeer, when she put it on the counter though she was distracted when she "thought" she heard someone call her name. The mug of thick buttery liquid slipped off the side of the bar and spilled all over the man Harry had been watching. He got up looking annoyed and stormed into the bathroom. Harry got up and followed. As he opened the door he saw the symbol of David Zeirks old Hitwizard company, on the left breast of the mans shirt in the mirror while he wiped up.

Harry walked up behind the man and grabbed him by the hair and slamming his face into the sink with a wet crunch. He jerked the mans head back as his hands scrabbled over Harry's head trying to find purchase, knocking his hood off. It did no good as Harry thrust his hidden blade into the mans throat. He heard a noise behind him and spun around letting the man fall to the ground with a wet gurgle. Standing in front of the door as it swung shut was Neville. Harry flew across the room and pinned him to the wall with his hand over the boys mouth. He fought against Harry for a second before his eyes fell on Harry's now visible scar. Harry quickly took his hand from Neville's mouth and pulled his hair back over the scar but the damage had been done.

"HARRY" Neville shouted. Harry slammed his hand back over the boy's mouth before shushing him.

"Yes it is me. Now we have to get out of here before someone comes in." Harry hissed, pulling his hood up. Neville's eyes widened and he nodded his head.

Harry let go of the young man and turned to walk out of the bathroom. As he passed their table he laid out more than enough to cover the bill, and the cost of cleaning blood out of the floor. Harry led n uncomfortable Neville to the Shrieking shack, which Harry had recently found out the Assassins owned. He closed the door and gestured for Neville to sit in the next room. Harry leaned against a decrepit dresser vowing to get the damn shack fixed as soon as he could.

Harry started out by explaining the Potter Assassins Guild. Once he had covered everything he could think of on the subject of what the Potters did, he went on to describe his own goal of taking down Voldemort and the corruption of the Ministry. Neville seemed to agree with him on the point, even admitting that his own parents had been tortured into insanity by the Death Eaters and that Neville was not satisfied with the way the Ministry and Dumbledore had handled those caught after Voldemorts fall. Neville became very interested though when Harry admitted to the Guild being unable to fulfill their goals as weak as they were.

"I could join you." The Longbottom Heir said excitedly. "You said it yourself my magic isn't that good but I obviously can do things other witches and wizards can't."

Harry could see the pleading in the boys eyes. Harry had never known Neville to be particularly powerful as a wizard it was true. In fact Harry had been hoping Neville would ask to join. Seamus had always been a hot head and had started more than his fair share of fights in their years bedroom. However they had found out that Neville was much stronger than them after he had ended one of the fights with ease. It had fallen to him to pull Seamus off of whoever he got into a fight with ever since then. He thought about the offer for a second, wondering what Sirius would think.

"I will tell you what I will help you train a bit this summer in preparation for MAYBE joining, if you do something for me." Harry offered watching the boy smile excitingly.

"Anything Harry, I mean we weren't that close but our families were always close and I consider you my only friend." The boy said before clamping his mouth shut quickly, obviously embarrassed by what he had admitted. Harry felt kind of bad for leaving him alone. He mentally promised to see if he could help the boy out a bit.

"That man tonight was after Padma Patil. She got mixed up in what I am doing and they want her dead. I wanted you ask you to look out for anything suspicious." Harry asked ."I know you can help protect her."

Nevilles eyes had been wide enough when he remembered why they were talking in the first place, but they quickly opened to a comical width as Harry proclaimed faith in his abilities.

"Bu..t Harry. You know... I mean I'm not exactly capable... I wouldn't be able to.." the boy stuttered but Harry cut him off.

"Neville I know you can do this. I wouldn't have considered training you if I didn't. I'm not asking you to throw yourself between her and a killing curse, just watch out for her and report anything you don't like to me. This is your first order as a Novice." Harry ordered. "Also don't tell anyone about me. Not even Padma knows who I am."

Neville nodded and Harry made plans to meet him at the base of the Whomping Willow in a week, before disappearing, his Portkey dropping him off at the Hammered Hag.


Harry waited until Remus and Sirius met him in the private room in the back before telling them about what had happened. Sirius was ecstatic to hear about Neville joining, both because Nevilles father had been good friends with the Marauders, and because they were finally getting a recruit. Remus was less excited, his paranoid nature rising up and reminding him that the more people that knew about them the more leaks they could possibly had. Sirius just waved him off though, saying that he had to deal with the thieves, but that Assassins are always true to the Creed.

Remus just shook his head and gave them the rest of the information he had gathered so far. It appeared Zeirk was going to be unreachable for 2 weeks due to the International Wizarding Confederation holding a gathering of customs officials to talk about regulations and such, somewhere in Romania. Harry sighed as it meant he could go back to the Isle of Creed and do his initiation, as well as help teach Neville a few things. The three men went on this way until late into the night drinking and having fun before leaving for their respective beds.


Harry stood across from the crouched, gasping form of Neville Longbottom, wondering if he had looked quite like the Longbottom Heir at the beginning of his training. He didn't think so as he remembered the Potter blood and the Seal increasing his abilities rather quickly. Harry had to agree though while Neville was struggling, he was much stronger than Harry had been at this point.

"Alright stand up we will take a short break." Harry said tossing the boy a water bottle as he rolled onto his back to get more air.

Harry thought over what Neville had told him about his mission. Apparently the boy did things in no half measures as he had gone up to Padma and her friend Su Li that same day in Hogsmeade and introduced himself. It had only taken a week to become friends with the two and not only was Harry proud of him for taking to the mission so quickly but for making a friend for the first time. Harry had no doubt that while the boy had been determined and quick in his introduction to the girls, he had assuredly been a nervous wreck when doing it. Harry was proud though. If his pain and determination to do the right thing so others wouldn't suffer that had come from his parents misfortune hadn't made Harry think he was a perfect fit for the Assassins, his conviction and loyalty that he had shown so far would have.

"Neville I have unofficially inducted you into the Assassins. You are an Assassin of Novice rank. You may be called upon to survey points of interest, gather information, or aid your fellow Assassins in their own kills. You will be given no weapons, being only trained in unarmed combat." Harry said looking down on the boy coldly. "When we determine that you have had enough training, and your ability deemed adequate, you may be raised to Initiate."

Neville sat up looking at Harry with determination, even raising up into a wobbly standing position. Harry smiled inwardly, not wanting to break the facade of being his Mentor. The boy had some balls, even if the determined look was less impressive with the gasps for air. The Assassins were growing stronger.

Harry stood atop the tower in Altair with Scipio, Remus, Sirius, and Orik. The assembled stood around the fires of a brazier. In ages past there would have been more Assassins than allies. However the Order had dwindled to this precious few. Harry looked at his godfather, the acting mentor for Harry.

"Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember..." Sirius said.
"Nothing is true." Harry finished.
"Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember..." Sirius looked down at his godson proudly.
"Everything is permitted." Harry finished firmly.
"We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins." They both said.

Sirius picked up the brand that lay in the fire and pressed in closed around the ring finger of Harry's right hand. The group watched as Harry walked out onto the end of the tower. He stopped and looked down around him. He looked over the decaying port town of Altair, the once prosperous town full of life of all kinds enjoying the freedom and happiness the Assassins sought to brought to all corners of the globe, now devoid of any warmth or energy. Harry turned around and faced his allies.
"I will return the Isle of Creed and the Guild to glory. Those that seek control will fall." Harry said simply before allowing himself to fall back off the tower and dive into the water.


Krunal Patil leaned back in his chair looking over the brief he had just finished. It contained all his prior grievances against David Zeirk as well as 20 new ones, all with irrefutable evidence. To top it off he had added the little bit of evidence he had on the attempted murder of his daughter. He was rather proud of it. It had been quite the undertaking to find all that evidence. The money alone had been astronomical. The money Padma's boyfriend had left behind had not even covered the first half of what he had to put forward to nail Zeirk.
Mr. Patil was going to put David Zeirk away behind bars with this brief, no one could deny this amount of evidence. Some of the things in the pile would put him away by themselves. The older Indian man had not been happy about what his daughters savior had said. He would protect his daughter with everything he had.

The boy had made some points Mr. Patil agreed with, but he believed the Ministry could be fixed without bloodshed. He didn't know what to think of the boy Padma had become infatuated with. He acknowledged that the boy had saved his daughter and for that he was thankful. However with all the boy was doing Mr. Patil could not accept him. He would try and talk his daughter into seeing how misled and dangerous the boy was. Good intentions or not killing was not acceptable. Not to mention he had no idea who the boy was. His daughters future required that she make a good match. In the Wizarding world doors only opened up if you were in certain circles, especially for women. As a foreign witch she needed to marry someone with power in the magical world where names meant everything. He knew she would see his way soon though. She saw this boy as Prince Charming and would soon get over the crush when she realized he wasn't the hero she thought. Mr. Patil smiled at the state of things and went to bed, thinking about what would happen the next day when this hit the Ministry.

Harry sat at a table at the back of the Hammered Hag staring into a glass of Dwarvin Ale and idly wondering if having his intelligence run out of a bar by his friend was going to turn him into an alcoholic. He was waiting for Sirius to come by with the last of the information they needed before they made their final move on Zeirk. Harry was anxious to get the meeting over. The final task of the Triwizard Tournament was supposed to start soon and Harry had promised Neville that he would sneak into Hogwarts to cheer for him.

The young man had spent the last month training hard and it was beginning to show. Harry planned to help the young Longbottom train over the summer. He was sure that soon the boy would be ready for the second rank. Harry's thoughts were broken as a man Harry recognized as one of Lupins thieves burst in the door and ran straight to Harry's table.

"Sir... Zeirk is making a move on Mr. Patil... They have taken him to a boathouse by the docks... Pier 13 warehouse C." The man gasped out leaning against the table heavily.

Harry was already out of his seat and heading for the door. He took to the rooftops cursing Padma's father for provoking Zeirk. He had no doubt that the man had tried the legal approach. He only wished the thieves had heard about it sooner. Harry knew though that the thieves weren't connected to the Ministry. He needed another source of information for that kind of stuff. Harry didn't have time to dwell on the thoughts as he flew across the rooftops.

Harry reached the warehouse where Mr. Patil was being held only to find the whole pier patrolled by Hitwizards. Harry cursed and slowed down to keep the sound to a minimum. He padded slowly across the roof of the first building and was about to jump to the second building when a guard walked around the corner of the Harry was about to jump to roof and he was forced to drop down into the crates below rather than be seen. He crept through the crates stopping twice to let a guard pass by. He made it by the second building and crouched behind a stack of barrels to look across the pier at the warehouse C. There was no avenue of approach that wasn't covered by guards, no avenue but the water. Harry slipped into the water quietly.

Harry traversed the 20 meters to the pier under warehouse C underwater to avoid notice. He surfaced as close to the wooden supports as possible, looking up to find a guard standing on the pier above him. He quietly swam alongside the pier until he came around to the end. He climbed up slowly to take a peek across the dock and make sure the coast was clear. He saw no one and crept onto the pier. He quickly padded over to the door of the warehouse to find it locked.

Harry pulled out his lock pick and began to work on the lock. The lock had one tumbler left when Harry heard a guard walk around the corner. Harry knew he had less than a minute before the man was was close enough to see Harry over the crates. Rather than rush and mess up, Harry took a calming breath and continued. He was rewarded with a click and slipped into the warehouse just in time to close the door before the guard passed by.
Harry climbed to the loft and crawled to the edge to look out into the room. He spotted David Zeirk standing in the middle of the room talking down at someone. To his right stood the cloaked figure of the Head of the Hitwizards. There were only two guards in the room both of them across the room from Harry stationed by the wall looking past Zeirk and at the door.

"You could end this all if you just told me where your personal copy is." Zeirk yelled back handing whoever was in the chair. He stepped to the side to look at his Hitwizard friend, confirming Harry's suspicions that Mr. Patil was the one in the chair. Mr. Patil's nose was obviously broken, as blood dripped down his face. His right eye was badly swollen and the front of his torn cloak was soaked with blood. Harry sighed wondering what the man had come across that would make Zeirk threaten his own career by torturing and killing the man.

"You will die, bit by bit, until I find the evidence you collected." Zeirk said punching the man in the mouth.

"It won't help. By now the file has reached the Ministry and they will know of your dealings." Mr. Patil sputtered, blood spraying from his beaten mouth.

Zeirk just laughed. "You think the Ministry can help you. By now my friend in the Ministry has destroyed the file and Mr. Malfoy has talked the Minister into pardoning the few past transgressions that have been recorded. They need me. I transported the Dark Lord into the country to rise again. They wouldn't let me be taken down by a worm like you." The German man laughed. His eyes turned serious again though as he looked down at his prey.

"All that is left is the evidence you have." The two men stared at each other for a second before Zeirk slammed his nightstick into the mans ribs.

"Don't take to long. The Dark Lord will call you when he has risen." The Head of the Hitwizards said turning to leave.

"I didn't think you cared all that much. What was it you called us... "Boot lickers" I belive it was." Zeirk said.

"I don't care how you debase yourself. I only care that I get paid, and to do that you need to answer your masters call." The man said making Zeirk laugh and turn to strike Mr. Patil a few times.

Harry watched as the mans face came into view. Harry knew this man would be a future target. He watched the man leave, before sneaking to the opposite side of the room, right over the two guards. Harry knew that the second he dropped down Mr. Patil would be in danger. As much as he Mr. Patil had deserved this after Harry had warned him, it was the creed to save innocents. Well that and Padma would be crushed by her fathers death and Harry couldn't let that happen. He looked around and found exactly what he needed.

He dropped from the loft right in front of one of the guards. As he stood from his crouch he lashed out with his right elbow over his shoulder, hitting the guard behind him in the face. With his other hand he tossed a baling hook on a chain towards Mr. Patil, the chain sliding through his hand. The hook caught on the support between the two back legs of the chair. Harry jerked the chain, looking it around his foot and pulling the chain backwards, towards the floor to keep from just pulling the chair down and dropping Mr. Patil.

With Mr. Patil back out of Zeirks reach Harry grabbed the man he had elbowed and pushed him head first into the mans partner. The Hitwizard's back slammed into the wall as he caught his friend. Harry saw Zeirk make for the door and charged the two tangled Hitwizards. He grabbed the man he had thrown and slammed his back into the wall next to them while jamming his hidden blade into the pinned Hitwizards heart. He turned to the guard that had been too stunned to do anything the whole encounter and rammed the blade into his chest 3 times in quick succession. Harry turned to save Mr. Patil, cursing at Zeirks escape, only to find two of Remus's thieves picking the wounded man up with Sirius not far.

"GO." Sirius yelled. "We will get Mr. Patil to the Hag."

"I will draw off the guards." Harry said running out the door.

He jumped out of the warehouse to find 6 hitwizards advancing on the door. Harry had expected this and as soon as he was out the door two throwing knives spun from his hands. One struck its target in the sternum dropping the man instantly, though the other had been rushed and struck the man in the shoulder. Harry charged the man between Harry and the water between Pier 13 and Pier 14. He grabbed the man's wand arm and pulled him of balance, twisting with the man's stumble to roll across this back.

Having broken the guards perimeter Harry made a run for the water. He jumped onto one of the wooden logs sticking end up out of the water to mark where the dock was for docking ships. He leaped to another and was about to continue the pattern when a spell shot over his shoulder. Instead he dove into the water and swam as quickly as he could to the opposite pier. He had just about made it when he felt his Internal magic stave off the effects of a weak electrical surge. Thankful that the enemy hadn't thought of that sooner, when he wouldn't have been able to make it to safety before they could do it again, Harry climbed out of the water and began to run towards where he saw Zeirk fleeing down the docks. Harry took to the roofs following him for a bit before leaping from a low waterside shack towards the man. Harry's target turned his head to see if he was being followed to find the white robed form of an Assassin lunging towards him, hidden blade shining in the light of the moon. He put his hands up but nothing could stop the blade that plunged into his chest, severing his Aorta. Harry leaned down and grabbed the mans arm to lay it by his side for his final rights when he felt the tug of portkey travel.


Lord Voldemort stood among his followers once again reborn. He had been forced to use the Longbottom boy for his return as Potter had disappeared. It had infuriated the dark lord that he couldn't use the boy that had caused him such agony as his body was torn apart. However the Prophecy required that he settle for his only remaining option. However he had begun to feel a sense of pleasure to watch the Longbottom boy struggle as he was used for the ritual.

Voldemort remembered the boys father crossing him the three times required by the prophecy. He had never done as much harm to him as James Potter but the humiliation of having someone he couldn't kill that was obviously much weaker than him. He turned his eyes to the young French Veela the boy had brought with him, bound to the headstone nearby. She would please his followers. He reached out and pushed his wand to his Dark Mark signaling to his men to ready themselves. Several of them appeared within seconds having been prepared for his. He looked over the assembled Death Eaters. After his usual speech rewarding the faithful and cursing the failures. He allowed a few of his most accomplished followers to have the girl before releasing an dueling the son of his hated enemy.

It amazed the Dark Lord that this boy had succeeded at winning the tournament. He knew that with Crouch's help the boy had reached the cup but the dragon should have killed the no talent squib. Voldemort paused after a rather harsh bout of Crutiatus to activate the portkeys he had installed in the mark, annoyed that several of the followers he wanted to "thank" had not shown up. The new arrivals brought a surprise that the Dark Lord had not accounted for.


Harry found himself falling into a crouch in a dark graveyard. The boys reflexes kicked in as he noticed the Dark Lord standing over the tortured from of his apprentice, and the Death Eaters ripping the clothes from a young woman's body nearby. The Death Eaters were surprised by the white cloaked man but not as shocked as they were when two throwing knives embedded themselves in the backs of two of the Death Eaters crouching over the woman while their friend tore her bra off.

Voldemort whirled around to find a man wearing a very familiar set of robes. "Kill him. KILL HIM." The Dark Lord began roaring. His order snapped the Death Eaters into action as they began shooting spells at Harry.


Neville meanwhile had dropped his wand and charged into the last Death Eater holding Fleur down to the ground. When his Mentor had showed up he had felt relief, however he knew that as an Assassin he had to help the girl that he had dragged into this. She had been so nice, offering to take the cup with him after he saved her from Viktor Krum, snapping the boys arm like Harry had shown him. She didn't deserve what the Dark Lords scum planned for her. It was his job as an Assassin to make sure she didn't have to, or die trying.

Neville tackled the crouching Death Eater sending them both rolling across the grass and down a small hill. Neville flipped over the Death Eater and crashed back first into a headstone. The young man watched the Death Eater tumble past him and pulled himself upright on the headstone and stumbled down the hill towards his enemy. He got to the man as he pulled out his wand and kicked out with his foot, knocking the wand a few feet away. The move however caused the boy to fall as his momentum carried him downhill on one leg. He rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up, jumping onto the Death Eater that was reaching for his wand. Neville slipped his arm around the mans neck and pulled back as the Death Eaters fingers scraped against his magical foci. Neville continued wrapped his arms around the mans neck cutting off air flow, watching the man sink to the ground as he grew weaker. As soon as the man stopped struggling hard enough Neville wrapped his arms around his head and, ignoring the mans feeble attempts to pull free, twisted his head to the side snapping his neck.

Neville rolled of the body the strength leaving his tortured muscles. He saw his Mentor dodge a curse and stab a Death Eater under his mask. Neville pushed himself up again and ran up the hill to crouch next to Fleur. She had pulled her gag out and was leaning against the the Headstone her head in her hands. She looked up as Neville checked on her, tossing his red Hogwarts Champions robe over. He turned and pulled the throwing knife out of the man on the ground next to her and looked up to see Harry in trouble. Neville charged into the fray, his attention focused on one thing.


Harry jumped to the rolled forwards under a cutting curse jumping up with his arm poised to strike. As he came down he jabbed his arm forward, sinking the blade into a Death Eaters eye as cursed rained down from the hill above. Harry ran up the hill towards the bulk of the Death Eaters. He stepped up onto a headstone without losing pace, and stepped onto a Death Eaters chest knocking him over on his back. Harry turned the fall into a roll and came up in a crouch to thrust his blade out into a mans stomach.

Harry rolled to the right to avoid a second curse but caught a dark bone breaking hex in the shoulder, his magic protected the bone but it still felt like being hit with a sledgehammer. Harry came up out of the roll and leapt forward to catch a headstone mid-jump with his hands. Using the stone, Harry flipped his feet backwards over his head and down into the head of a Death Eater knocking him to the ground.

Harry let go of the stone mid rotation and landed in a crouch over the midsection of the Death Eater. He swiped his blade across the mans jugular and turned his body on his left foot to continue the swipe straight into the small of a Death Eater standing next to the two. The Death Eater screamed as he felt the knife sever his spine. Harry felt a cutting curse hit him in the back on the right side and pulled the falling Death Eater between him and the next curse as the man screamed as it dug into his lung.

Harry turned and grabbed the Death Eater that had cast the spell by the wrist, bringing his arm up outside the mans elbow, tearing the ligaments. The Death Eater screamed in agony and Harry thrust his blade into the mans Kidney. Harry rushed up to the last man between him and Voldemort, he felt a flame hex strike his lower left leg but kept up focusing on ending the battle. He dropped under a killing curse and stepped into the mans guard, grabbing his arm and shifting it as another Killing curse shot out of his wand, into the face of a fellow Death Eater. Harry turned and forced his blade up under the mans mask, through the mans mouth, and into his brain stem above.


Voldemort was becoming enraged as he watched the Assassin dodge his Death Eaters spells, sweeping through their ranks with ease and leaving corpses behind him. He began to throw killing curses indiscriminately, killing one of his own Death Eaters, but it appeared the damage had been done. The Death Eaters were afraid of this man. He had not only killed 7 of their rank but appeared to be immortal as several lethal spells had hit him dead and not killed him. The Dark Lord watched as him men began to apparate away. He was about to do so himself when he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He looked down to see the Longbottom boy standing behind him with blood on his hands. His blood he realized. He roared in anger and was about to turn his wand on the boy when he noticed the Assassin leaping off a nearby headstone with his blade, slick with the blood of his subordinates, aimed to strike. He disappeared with a pop rather than be killed.


Harry landed where Voldemort had been, his blade sinking into the soft earth beneath him. He stood upright and looked over to find his novice rushing over to check on the woman that was nearby. Harry quickly searched the corpses around him for money before walking over to check on the two. Harry saw Neville holding the girl as she cried into his shoulder and leaned down to pull his knife out of the body a short ways down the hill. He walked up and put his hand on Neville's shoulder, catching the young boys attention.

Neville nodded at the silent message and pushed Fleur back to help her secure the Hogwarts robes around he shoulders and cover the bra she had put back on, her panties having been torn to shreds. He helped her stand up and the three of them walked over to grab the Goblet of Fire which distributed them back once more on the Hogwarts lawn.

Several spectators shouted at their arrival and Harry left Neville and his friend on the ground and walked into the crowd as it rushed the two contestants. Dumbledore however had different ideas as he threw up a shield around the champions to stop the oncoming wave of supporters.

"STOP. STOP." The headmaster yelled amplifying his voice for all to hear. "Allow the champions to be checked out by the staff first."

Madam Pomphrey and Madam Maxine rushed over to the two and began to give them a once over. While they were doing that Dumbledore turned to the crowd.

"If the young man who appeared with these two step forward I would like to ask him a few questions." after a few seconds of silence Dumbledore continued. "Does anyone see the man in the white robes that arrived with the champions."

The crowd looked around and after a few seconds they split apart down the center. What Dumbledore saw though wasn't the robes of an Assassin, but rather he found amidst the crowd was the form of his Defense Professor. Moody reached up and grasped his throat. Dumbledore watched as blood flowed over his fingers and he dropped to the ground. The headmaster raced over to find his form shifting to its true form as his magic left his body, revealing Barty Crouch Jr.


Harry walked out of the back of the crowd unnoticed by the shocked crowd. Smiling at the success of not just killing his target, but killing the man that Neville had told him about at the graveyard. It had been a good night.

Sirius was sitting in the corner of a room above the Hammered Hag as Harry walked in. He quickly looked over the boys slashed and bloody robes. He quickly forced the boy into a seat and watched as he drank a potion.

"What happened? No one could find you or Zeirk." Sirius asked worriedly.

Harry went over the events of the night, starting with his killing of Zeirk. Sirius had been shocked at the news that the Dark Mark had a Portkey in it. He decided that they shouldn't mess with the bodys after death in case they began making them activate shortly after death. After finishing relating the fight in the Graveyard, and Barty Crouch Jr's death they got to talking about Neville's actions.

"He did real good." Sirius agreed after hearing about the boy's willingness to go from tortured one second to saving the Beauxbatons champion the next.

"I think he is ready to be promoted to Novice." Harry said looking his godfather in the eyes.

"Maybe if he was a higher rank that would be a possibility, but the lower ranks are easier to gain for a reason. They require you get a certain level training before you can be promoted, and from what you have told me he isn't trained enough to leave the Novice rank." Sirius said shaking his head.

"He stabbed Voldemort in the back. He stood up after being tortured and put another persons life before his own. He fought like an Assassin. He is ready to move on from watching Padma."

"Harry don't put your personal feelings first. Your essentially the Head of the Assassins. You are not his friend right now." Sirius admonished.

"And as an Assassin, THE ASSASSIN, I am telling you when I was the same rank as him I wouldn't have been able to do half of what he did. If I have to kidnap him and train him all summer I will turn him into an Assassin. I am the Head of the Assassins guild and Neville is ready." Harry declared. Sirius looked into the boys eyes for a second before deciding to let it go. If need be he would test the Longbottoms ability.

"How is Mr. Patil?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Fine. Nothing the old lady couldn't fix." Sirius nodded guiding the younger man into a room across the hall.

Inside Harry found the form of Padma's father. He looked a bit better than he had earlier with the blood cleaned up and his eyes no longer swollen shut. Harry looked over at the woman across the bed crushing some herbs. The Hammered Hag wasn't just a name. It was named for the woman that owned the building. In ages past she had been a healer and potions mistress, one of the best in fact. Though the Purebloods had revoked her business license due to her fame and she had allowed the owner of the Hammered Hag to use her old shop. He had appreciatively named it after her after her first night of drinking in the establishment. She still lived above the bar though and Remus had talked her into joining his Thieves guild as a healer. It was said she had been a beautiful woman, despite the bar's name proclaiming her a hag, but after so many years and 5 bar owners, her 220 year old form was every inch the image set forth by the bars name.

Harry put his hand on the mans shoulder, prompting him to open his left eye.

"Zeirk." The man croaked out through torn lips.

"Dead. But Voldemort has returned." Harry replied. He saw a look of horror pass over the mans face.

"Good. My family... safe."

"No sir, Zeirk was the beginning. The war has just begun." Harry said turning to walk out of the room and save himself from the Indian mans belief that the world could be changed peacefully.


Harry walked through the crowds of students saying goodbye to each other. He was wearing his hoodie to avoid being noticed by the crowd. He stopped at the top of a flight of stairs to look down on where his targets were.
Harry watched with amusement as the Beauxbatons champion bent down to kiss a very surprised Neville on the lips. Even the usually emotionless Su Li was laughing openly at his face. Harry walked down the stairs casually and stopped a few feet from the group.

"You seem to be enjoying yourselves." Harry said mirthfully.

Harry watched as his apprentice spun around wide eyed blushing profusely. Padma jumped across the gap between him and threw her arms around his shoulders. He blushed at the familiar contact, glad that his hood hid the coloring, before putting his hands around her back as well. She pulled away and Harry mentally wondered what he should do. The decision was made for him though as she leaned up to give him a kiss. Harry finally pulled away from her and walking over to Neville. He was stopped by the Veela girl who gave him a quick hug. He looked at her confusedly before when she stepped back.

"Zank you for 'elping save me." She said quickly blushing profusely.

"Anytime. I couldn't let them hurt you. Besides Neville is the one that fought for you. The ones I killed were turned away from me He was the brave one." Harry smiled.

"Yes 'e was." The girl said turning her eyes back towards the Gryffindor boy smiling widely. Neville flushed bright red at the girls gaze and Harry had to clear his throat to get them to stop staring at each other.

"Neville if you are quite done flirting we have work to do." Harry motioned the boy to follow.

His retreat was halted however as a slim hand on his shoulder turned him to the side, before he was backed into the stone wall behind him by a set of lips he had become familiar with the last few months. After a few seconds Padma pulled away leaving Harry wide eyed at the attack.

"What about my flirting." Padma said leaning in slowly as she said it, her eyes never leaving his. A few minutes later she pulled back and allowed Harry to step away from the wall.

He looked at his smiling apprentice and narrowed his eyes. The girls laughed at the interplay and Harry swooped back in for one last peck on Padma's lips before walking pat her. He stopped to look at the young Veela that couldn't stop sneaking peeks at Neville.

"If you should ever need saving again. My young apprentice will be happy to help you any time day or night." Harry said smiling.

"Oh I might need zis saving very soon." She said winking at the boy saucily. The boy blushed redder than before.

"Get a move on Novice." Harry shouted softly enough to not attract anymore attention. Neville hurried to fall in line with Harry.

As they walked down the path to the Hogwarts gate Harry noticed Malfoy talking to two Beauxbatons witches. From the looks of it he was trying to be alluring but from the way the two girls looked at him with fake smiles, and the way his eyes kept flashing down at their breasts, he was failing horribly. Harry was passing by when he reached out with his hand pushing Malfoy off the 2 foot drop next to him, into the lake. Crabbe and Goyle both moved to grab Harry when Neville sent them to join their boss.

Neville and Harry bowed slightly to the two girls before walking out of the front gates together. Harry looked over at his friend to see his smile mirrored on his fellow Gryffindors face. Harry liked the feeling of having a friend. He put his hand on his friends shoulder and they were gone.


Rita Skeeter stood with her editor at the Daily Prophet. It had been a very good year for the journalist. The Triwizard Tournament had of course been a media madhouse, but with an incompetent young man like Neville Longbottom she had earned more than she did in a year each time she wrote about the boy. She was currently talking over something much more serious than the failings of the head of a major magical family. Something that could make her career if she dared use it. However if she waited for a bit more information she could very well retire on this one article alone. It would take some doing though, and liberal use of her illegal animangus form.

"Are you sure you want to wait Rita. We could be the first. Breaking this would be the biggest thing any of us have ever done." Dave Spellman pleaded with the clawed journalist.

"I am sure. He won't show up anywhere soon. We can't just put this out though. We need information, or at least knowledge of someone that could have information on him. An accomplice maybe, or an employer." She assured. Her editor accepted the answer, he knew how powerful what she was implying was. In the end he decided to let her make the choice, she was his best journalist after all.

The two of them looked down at the photo she had snapped just from her place at the front of the Triwizard Tournament stands, of a white robed man walking towards the camera. No one had been able to get a picture of him, but Rita Skeeter had snapped one before he passed her and disappeared into the crowd. The two of them were brought out of their inspection by a voice.

"It isn't very nice to take pictures without asking." Harry said from beside the window as the two whirled around. Their faces paled at the sight of the man.

"It is rather flattering though." Neville said from the other side of the room leaning against a bookcase. The young boy now wore a white hoodie that obscured his face.

"You have slanted the news for your "contributors" for the last time." Harry said his voice no longer joking.

"You have betrayed the peoples trust to many times for your own gain, and you have hurt innocent people in your crusade for fame and fortune." Neville added.

"Families like the Bones, Edens, and Jamisons were killed by Death Eaters because of what you said." Harry continued.

"And let us not forget Penelope Clearwater killing herself because you made her sleep with you to keep her job." Spellman paled at Nevilles words.

"Or ruining Jessica Bridgers life, forcing her into poverty by falsely accusing her and bankrupting her in court. Do you remember how she died. Alone and starving in the cold of an alley of Syphilis, whoring herself out to feed her son... your son." Harry growled.

"You have ruined businesses, accused people of crimes they didn't commit, and defamed good people for yourselves." Neville finished as Harry walked forwards. Spellman backed up, bumping against the desk and falling onto it. Harry flicked his blade out and rushed forwards to pin the man to the desk with his other hand, the blade hovering over the man.

"We do not judge you for your crimes. We simply won't let you continue," Harry said thrusting his blade into the mans heart. Rita Skeeter screamed in fear and sank to her knees at the sight of her boss dying, her pants darkened before urine started to puddle around her. The white robed man looked at his friend and stepped away from her. For a moment she felt relief as she realized he wasn't going to kill her. The feeling vanished as he looked at his companion. The boy nodded and stepped forwards and grabbed the woman by the front of her shirt pulling her to her feet.

"Who are you?" She asked her voice heavy with fear.

"Best not to tell you. Wouldn't want you to die ashamed of being beaten by the weakest squib to ever go go Hogwarts." The boy said tilting his head back so she could see his eyes. She gasped as she realized what he meant before she felt his slide his blade into her stomach. The last thing she saw was the face of Neville Longbottom.


So what do you think so far. Review. What do you think Neville and Fleur... I don't know I don't see it often and that appeals to me.