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Chapter 35 – Assassin
Harry sat on the roof watching the street for the man to come out of his building; the man was taller than all his bodyguards and almost everyone he walked by, but he had no schedule which meant Harry would have to stalk him and wait for his opportunity. He watched the man walked out of the building and into his vehicle and drove off followed by three vehicles
"Bulletproof glass" he murmured and packed the rifle back into his expanded back pack
The car took off down the street and Harry followed across the various roof tops; using magic where the gaps where to wide he navigated London. The car finally came to a stop at a very old looking building; it was three stories high but lower than all the buildings surrounding it. Unpacking the rifle and getting into position he noticed the man took the lift as his guards took positions on each floor.
"Maybe a meeting is happening" he said to himself and moments later another set of vehicles pulled into the lot and a fat man got out. Harry watched another sniper take his position at a building across from him. Harry re-adjusted himself and lined the sniper up; he had seen the man at the continental with John, the two didn't get along. He fired off a round and watched the rival slump as the wall behind him gathered his splatter
Harry turned back to the building and saw the meeting under way, his target stood back to the window bent over a table; he steadied himself and took a deep breath as he waited for the man to stand upright. When he did Harry let off the shot and released his breath.
The bullet sped across the gap between the buildings; his aim had been true but the bullet lodged itself in the glass
"How the fuck does such an old building have bulletproof glass" he muttered in frustration; he packed the rifle in the back and lay flat on his back
He could go in and take the guy out or he could stalk him longer and try and find an opening; no doubt the man would have extra security after today. But going in there and then meant he had to deal with double the guards
"John killed someone with a fucking pencil, how difficult could thirty guards be when I have magic?" Harry reasoned, got up and pulled his wand and conjured a knife before jumping over the ledge of the building and cast a quick arresto momentum on himself before he landed
The guards were all inside so he managed to get to the door before the action began; he cast a blasting curse at the door and the same smoke Severus did in their duel and dove into the passage. His first victim received a swift kick to the knee and a blasting curse to his forehead, it was more effective than a gunshot at such close range. In the smoke Harry felt at ease; he could be all John trained him to be
He moved into a door way and saw two guards walking down the hall with their jackets covering their mouths. Clearly they thought it was teargas; Harry cast a bone breaker at one of the guard's backs who crumbled to the floor and then Harry used the lump as a spring board and landed on his partner who received a knife lodged into his eye and a bone breaker to the top of the spine. He looted their guns since they were silenced and tucked his wand into its holster
Two more guards stood at the base of the stairs; they were eliminated with two silenced shots. 'First floor cleared' Harry thought
"You betrayed me!" he heard someone shout
Harry heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs; six pair of feet. He shot the last pair and watched the owner tumble into the other five guards. He emptied the guns and took care of the guards foolish enough to face him. Grabbing his wand he cast a silencing charm on his feet and ascended the stairs, he was moving out of the smoke. When he got to the top of the stairs he saw sixteen men standing in the corridor, 'if only he could be invisible' he thought. They only paused for a beat regarding this teenager with a stick in hand; the pause was all Harry needed as he ran across the floor and started casting cutting curses interspersed with mutilating curses and entrail expelling curses. When he set his foot on the stairs to go to the top floor he looked back at the carnage behind him; 'Draco had better beware' he thought smirking
On the top floor he found the two main men with two body guards each
"What do you want?" the target asked
"Your life" Harry answered simply
"I knew you'd set me up" the target said and made for the fat man. Harry cast a suffocating curse catching the man directly in the throat and watched him struggle for air as he died
"I guess I'll be off then" the fat man said gathering both briefcases
"No you won't" Harry said and cast five bone breaking curses
"What are you doing? I paid you to be protected at this meeting" he shouted "A million pounds!"
"Oh you mean the other sniper, shame he'll never get to spend it" Harry said and picked up one of the guns. Five shots later the room was silent
Harry conjured two glass jars and placed them on the table next to the two briefcases; he took the target and draped him over a chair and cast a powered cutting curse at his neck effectively decapitating the man, he took the head and placed it in the one jar and then repeated the same with the fat man
"I suppose you'll be worth something as well"
He pulled a large bottle from his bag
"I really need to thank Severus for making me this preservative fluid without much question"
He filled both jars and then close them and placed them in the bag along with the two briefcases
"Now for the fun part" he said and left the building; once outside he turned his back and cast fiendfyre and watched the place go up in flames, he gave it a minute and then cancelled the flames seeing the building completely destroyed that quickly was impressive
He walked to the nearest bus stop and made his way to his agents London office; on the trip he watched London go by. The snow had been falling for a while already and the weather was miserable, he wouldn't spend much time here just as John did, it was a dreary place compared to the beaches he now knew.
His mind eventually drifted to his friends and what they had been up to; Theo had written him a five page letter on the strides he had been making in the two weeks they had not seen each other, a detailed feedback on weapons, spells, strategies and goals. Harry thought about how his own father would have raised him and whether he would even have a chance to know Theo, or if he would have had a different best friend.
Blaise wrote to tell Harry that he was going to be moving onto enchantment as his new focus and his mother and grandfather would be his teachers. He offered their services to Harry but eventually he declined not wanting to follow that branch of magic and not wanting to intrude on that family time.
He thought of the yoga group who seemed to always be so light-hearted and happy all the time; they stayed out of talks regarding Draco and delving deeper into magic. They would have been useless to the group if not for their presence reminding everyone what they were fighting for. Harry had seen how Draco, Voldemort and Grindelwald lived and how life was for those they ruled and that was not a life anyone in their group wanted.
He thought of Padma and how she had ended things with him; her logic was sound, she never made a decision without considering all the facets of the argument. She had left him as a girlfriend but reiterated that it didn't mean losing a capable partner; that didn't mean he didn't miss the Indian witch with her shy smile or her tendency to over explain concepts to him, so he allowed himself to miss her as he had been during the term.
His mind however ended up on the same place it usually did these days; the Delacour family and their unique situation. Sirius had managed to get his hands on the fathers file from the French ministry and it read like a classic fairy-tale in some bits and a downright horror in others. The man was a French hero to so many women and especially his wife; he was more than capable with his wand but his true skill lay in his political ability. He could have easily been the next Prime Minister but instead the man chose his family. Harry often thought of the young Miss Delacour, she was beautiful and capable, she was different to Padma in some ways and the same in others.
He shelved all these thoughts as the bus got closer to his destination; he got off the bus and walked to her offices. He entered the offices and was met by the woman herself
"Harry, it's so nice to see you" she smile and tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear
"The feeling is mutual Ms Watson" he replied politely "Shall we go into your office?"
The woman took a seat behind her desk
"Finished your contract already?" she asked
"That I did, and then a little extra" Harry said and put the jars on the desk "I'm hoping you have an open contract for this one"
"Oh my Harry, talk about catching a whale while fishing for trout. You're going to make us both very rich" she smiled
"What is he worth?" Harry asked
"Oh only around ten million pounds" she smiled at the boy "At this rate I'll be able to make a bid for the continental here in London"
"How much would that take?" he asked curiously "And I suppose we should negotiate how much you get for the big fish"
"There is talk the current manager is looking for fifty million up front and then a million for the next fifty years but I'm hoping I can go in for seventy five once off"
"Wow, is the business that profitable?" Harry asked
"More than, the continental turns out about a ten million a year in profits and that excludes tips and gifts" she explained
"How much do you have?" Harry asked
"Not shy are you? What do you want to be my partner?" she asked in a flirty tone
"I have the money" he shrugged
"You have seventy five million pounds?" she asked shocked "Why do you do this then?" she pointed to the jars
"Fun I suppose, it helps me refine my skills"
"You didn't answer the first question" she pointed out
"I have more than that Ms Watson, for someone who deals in the magical world I thought you'd know my history"
"I do, I just didn't know you had that much money. So what's your offer?" she asked
"How much do you need?" he asked in return "for the outright purchase?"
"I have twenty five million if you give me two and a half million for the fat man"
"Go and make the man an offer. I will make up your short fall and we can be fifty-fifty partners but I won't be doing any management work and you can run it as you see fit but I want the penthouse"
"Are you being serious? Don't mess with me Harry, this is my dream"
"Deadly serious. I want the penthouse and fifty percent of the profit that's all"
"Deal, I'll write you when I have a figure" she said excitedly
"You've got a pretty one already" he smirked causing the woman to blush and then he thought how Sirius had rubbed off on him already
"Shush you, take this. It's another contract"
Peverell,
I need this taken care of urgently. No magic or firearms
Name; JP Viljoen (Weapons dealer from South Africa currently in Russia with Family)
Price; 2 million USD
Special instruction; Do not hurt family
"I'm not interested" Harry said "List my response with 'No Time'" he said and slid the paper across the desk and stood up
"Okay. I'll get a contract drawn up for the Continental as well, enjoy your festive season Harry" she said and gave him a hug
"I'll wait for your letter"
AN – There we go, a little bit of a filler chapter but I hope everyone has enjoyed it. So please review and please favourite and follow if you haven't already.