So I called this story "Assassin, Pirate, Witch."

Now my favorite Assassin's Creed game was Black Flag, probably because I love pirates. That said, while there are several HP/AC stories, none of them are crossovers with Black Flag. This was, in part, meant to rectify that...but the reason I'm putting it up for adoption is that I've come up with an idea I like better. It is similar to this one, but not enough that I can convert this story to that one. And this idea, and what I've written, I believe could still be turned into a good story.

But as I said, I've come up with a different idea. I don't know that I'll get enough work done on it to post it, but I hope to.

Anyway, after reading this, I believe you'll find my plans pretty self explanatory.

If you decide to adopt this story, Please PM me, and as always, this post is NOT proofread, nor are any of the stories I post for Adoption. (I point this out because people point out errors in these stories to me, when I've said repeatedly that as I decide not to post these as stories, I have not gone through and gone over them for errors)

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I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Assassins Creed

This story features FemHarry, and Not Actually Harry Harry.

This story was partially inspired by the story Rainbow Solution by Noir Detective

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Chapter 1

Green eyes opened, and it took a moment for Mary to recognize her surroundings.

Sitting up in the rickety bed, Mary Read took stock of the unfamiliar surroundings as she recalled how she had come to be there.

She remembered dying, being held in Edward's arms, and her last words to her friend, the man she saw so much potential in and had somehow fallen in love with (not that she'd ever told him that). She remembered, vaguely, two beings that offered her a second chance, after a moment, she was able to remember the two beings calling themselves Fate and Death. Apparently, the girl that had once inhabited her current body had died, despite Fate's plans, and had refused to return to her body, wanting only to move on. Since 'she' had not accomplished her destiny, Fate needed someone else to do it. And Fate, along with Death, had chosen her, if she was willing.

While Mary didn't fear death, she was an Assassin and a pirate and faced it down every day, she hadn't needed much persuasion to accept the job offered...despite being Fate's thirty-third choice apparently, the previous choices having turned the job down, choosing to move on.

Mary had to admit the fact she'd been Fate's thirty-third choice was not an ego booster in any way.

So with a complete set of the other girl's, Hyacinth Potter, memories, albeit without the emotional attachments she'd made, as well as her own unaltered memories, Mary had been sent into a body, in a world she was told neither the Templars or Assassins existed in, at least not beyond what was written in the history books; a world that had their own version of her (which was a little disconcerting to be honest) that had long since died.

A world of magic.

The only problem was that Fate and Death had refused to tell her what her supposed destiny was.

But sitting in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive, Mary decided all she could do was live her life the best she could, and hopefully she'd fulfill Hyacinth's destiny for her.

The first thing the Assassin/Pirate decided to do was take stock of herself. So standing from the bed, she made her way over to the cracked mirror hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Looking at her new body, Mary found herself both pleased, and disappointed. She was pleased because she looked rather like her old self, well at the age of fourteen almost fifteen (to her memory anyway). Sure, her black hair was a bit longer than she preferred, but that was easily fixed, and her eyes were green instead of brown, but they were relatively minor details.

She was displeased due to the obvious malnutrition and lack of muscle on her body. She vaguely recalled the fact that Hyacinth didn't get a lot of food from her relatives, but she hadn't truly believed it would be this bad.

Looking out the window, and noticing the position of the moon, while frowning at the empty cage that Hyacinth had kept her owl in, Mary realized it was relatively early in the evening.

That was good, it gave Mary time to go over the new memories in her head and try and figure out what the devil her next move was. Sitting down on the floor, which after spending so much time lounging around on the hard deck of a ship was rather comfortable to the middle aged woman turned teenage girl, Mary closed her eyes as she let her mind analyze her new memories.

Hyacinth was an orphan, and survived a magic spell that was unsurvivable which made her famous.

Hyacinth's relatives were horrid people Mary would have no problem killing should the need arise.

Hyacinth was a witch...and now so was she, which would take a little getting used to.

The Headmaster at Hyacinth's school, Hogwarts, was an idiot, and so were the majority of the teachers based off of what she had seen.

Hyacinth had more adventure in four years then she suspected she had had before the age of twenty.

The man that had tried to kill Hyacinth as a child, and had killed her parents, had regained a body a few weeks previous.

Hyacinth's friends and Godfather were either really stupid cutting off contact with the girl like they had, or cruel. This was further evidenced by the fact that the girl's owl had been gone several days, on a trip that usually only took hours, which Mary had her own opinions about.

Both Voldemort and Dumbledore reminded Mary far too much of the Templars than she was comfortable, and the Ministry of Magic wasn't much better.

Mary was in no condition and lacked the equipment and information to do anything at the moment.

By the time Mary was done going through her memories a few hours had passed and she had come to five conclusions. It would be helpful to assume the alias and disguise of James Kidd again. Voldemort and Dumbledore were bad news and would need to be dealt with. She needed to find someplace besides this house to stay. She needed to visit Diagon Alley and get some supplies, and money. And lastly, her skills as an Assassin would be very useful.

Her first order of business was to get the hell out of this place, but not before she did a few things.

It took her half-an-hour to pack all of Hyacinth's belongings, minus the invisibility cloak (which would come in quite useful for the moment) into the girls school trunk. Afterwards, she took a over-sized red shirt, and tore off a makeshift bandanna, primarily to cover the lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead. She then took a breath as she attempted to use her eagle vision, and was ecstatic when it worked. Using a paperclip she found in the room as a makeshift lock-pick, she managed to unlock the door.

She then, as carefully and stealthily as she could, made her way down the stairs, keeping alert for any signs of detection. Once on the ground floor, she raided the book she knew from the memories given to her that Hyacinth's uncle kept eight-hundred pounds in for emergencies. She then went into the kitchen and took several sharp knives, carefully stashing them on her person. They weren't hidden-wrist blades, or her cutlass, but they would be better than nothing and would do until she could get some proper weapons.

Mary then carried her trunk to the back door, and cracked it open. Using her eagle vision, she scanned the area and, satisfied it was clear, she threw the invisibility cloak over herself, and the trunk on her back. It was awkward as hell, but for now, it would do. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go far.

The former pirate walked several blocks, using her eagle vision to ensure she wasn't being followed. Once she was satisfied she, or rather Hyacinth, hadn't been under any kind of surveillance, and that she was far enough away not to alert any surveillance in case she was wrong, she set the trunk down and stowed the invisibility cloak inside it. She also pulled out a plain back robe, as well as Hyacinth's, she supposed it was hers now, money pouch and wand. Reaching her wand out, she summoned the Knight Bus.

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Upon reaching the Leaky Cauldron, after a ride that far surpassed any storm she had ridden out aboard ship in her past, Mary was glad she wore the robe and bandanna. While the Leaky Cauldron may not be too occupied, due to how early in the morning it now was, no one paid her any mind. She didn't bother renting a room, as she didn't plan on staying long. After-all if anyone did notice she was missing from Privet Drive, the Leaky Cauldron would likely be the first place they looked, after the Burrow. So she walked straight through the dingy pub, which was admittedly still far better then some of the taverns she'd seen, to the back alley.

It took her a moment to recall the pattern she had to tap the bricks from Hyacinths's memories, And Mary had to admit a certain awe at seeing the wall form an archway, and the buildings beyond them. In truth, Diagon Alley was so thrown together, it reminded her of a larger, and more colorful Nassau...only with less stench and debauchery.

She was pleased to see that a few shops were open, despite the early hour, specifically Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which never really closed to her, or rather Hyacinth's knowledge. Once she got more money out of Hyacinth's account, she had several things she needed to get. And hopefully, when she was done in the bank, more stores would be open.

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Mary's first stop after Gringotts was the trunk shop. There, she purchased a multi-compartment trunk, keyed to her blood so that two of the three compartments couldn't be accessed by anyone but her and her children, should she have them. It also had a shrinking feature, and a featherweight charm, that allowed her to carry it around in her pocket. Her next stop had been Madam Malkins, where she got better fitting clothes than Hyacinth's cousin's castoffs. Then she stopped and purchased a wizards tent, similar to what the Weasley's used when they took Hyacinth to the Quidditch World Cup. She then stopped at Flourish and Blotts, where she purchased several books on Apparation, Animagi, and a few others that caught her interest on the shelves, including a book on something called Occlumency. She also purchased both the current copy of the Daily Prophet, and the previous days. After that, she stopped at the apothecary and purchased several nutrient potions, hopefully with their help she'd be able to put on some of the weight and muscle Hyacinth had lost before her death.

Once that was done, Mary went into a bathroom and changed her clothes, as well as using one of her knives to cut her hair a little below her shoulders. When she was done changing, and arranging her hair under an actual bandana that she had purchased, she looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied she looked like a teenage boy rather than a girl. She made sure her knives were secure, and easily reached, then stepped out of the bathroom.

Exiting the store she had used the bathroom of, Mary made her way towards Knockturn Alley. Considering the fact she'd been a pirate and Assassin, she had no hesitation in going down the alley. And though she got some looks, no doubt due to her apparent youth, she was generally left alone. It was a much different reaction than when Hyacinth ended up in the alley by accident before her second school year,

It took her a few tries, but she eventually found a store that sold various bladed weapons. She was pleased to find a good-quality cutlass, made of regular steel rather than goblin steel. Along with purchasing that and several knives, she placed an order for six custom pieces, each wrist-blades. The shop owner said they'd be ready in three days, he demanded half up front, half on delivery.

She talked him down to one third before, the rest after.

Once that was done, She left the Alley and made her way back to London proper, after another quick change into a non-magical girl. After purchasing food and some more clothes (including a green leather jacket similar to her old one), and stashing her purchases into her trunk, she consulted a tourist pamphlet she'd picked up and summoned the Knight Bus once more.

Three hours latter, Mary was camped in an isolated part of the Cairngorms National Park.

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Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody frowned as he looked at the Dursley house.

He had just shown up after being summoned by Nymphadora Tonks, his former student and trainee Auror. Tonks had relieved Mundangus Fletcher from watching over Potter this morning, She hadn't noticed anything unusual, or seen the Potter girl, this morning. But she had heard yelling and swearing inside the home, and had contacted him...mainly because with his eye, he could check that everything was alright.

And as he looked at the house, he noticed someone was missing.

"You saw no one leave besides the fat uncle and cousin?" he questioned.

Tonks shook her head. "No."

"How long were you gone when you used Figg's floo?"

"Five minutes, ten tops."

Moody grunted. "She could have left the house when you were gone, just in case, we'll sweep the area. Meet back here in twenty minutes. If neither of us has found her...well, I'll be having some words with Fletcher."

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In a manor house in Wiltshire, a blonde haired young man named Draco Malfoy lay unresponsive in his bed.

His father was playing host to Lord Voldemort, and naive and eager to please his father as he was, Draco had attempted to eavesdrop on one of the Death Eater meetings. To say the Dark Lord was displeased was an understatement. And he had felt the burning knives of the cruciatas curse in punishment.

For the first few minutes he screamed in agony...and then nothing.

Draco had never had a high pain tolerance, and he was spoiled by his father despite his mother's attempts to curb the arrogant young man he had been becoming. While the Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom had been tortured for hours until their minds broke, It only took Draco twenty minutes.

That had been yesterday.

Narcissa Malfoy had stayed, crying at her son's side since he had been brought into his room. But the grief-stricken woman was exhausted from her long vigil over her son, and fell asleep in the chair. Thus she missed it when blue-gray eyes blinked as life came back into him.

And as Draco Malfoy sat up in his bed, and noticed the blonde woman sleeping with her head resting on his bed, he ran a hand over his face as he processed what had happened to him.

"What the devil did you get yourself into this time Edward?" he questioned himself, even as his mind was flooded with the memories of his new body.

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Chapter 2

Three days after her first visit, Mary, once more disguised as James Kidd, returned to Knockturn Alley to pick up her wrist-blades. Since she only had the money she'd stolen from her relatives, and what was in Hyacinth's vault, she knew that after this purchase she'd have to be more careful with her money.

She had the essentials she needed, mainly weapons, food, shelter, and information, everything else was secondary from this point.

In the three days she'd been sleeping in a national park (which the Pirate was glad to see, especially as she wasn't too sure about all the technology she'd seen both in Hyacinth's memories and her brief journey through non-magical London), she'd read quite a bit in the books she'd acquired, and she'd trained, working to get her new body into fighting shape.

It was slow going, but the nutrient potions, along with decent food, had helped. If Mary' estimates were correct, in about two more weeks she'd be, if not at her past level, at least in fighting shape.

And judging from Hyacinth's memories, she'd probably be over-qualified to fight magcials, at least without magic. She could be wrong of course, but from what she'd seen in the other girl's memories witches and wizards relied heavily on their magic. And while Mary acknowledged that it certainly was useful, without it most magicals were helpless.

She had just picked up her order, strapping two of her six blades to her wrist. And was making her way back towards non-magical London to take the Knight Bus back to where she had been camping when something completely unexpected happened.

"James!...James Kidd!"

Mary stopped at the shout behind her. Preparing to engage her new wrist-blades, she turned to see a blonde boy, about her own (or rather Hyacinth's) age running towards her. It took her a few moments before she recognized him as Draco Malfoy, an annoying arse if Hyacinth's memories were correct. She had no idea how he knew her current identity, or recognized it, but she hopped to god he didn't recognize her as Hyacinth.

"How do you know who I am?" she asked, more than a little frostily.

To her surprise, Malfoy chuckled, and held his chest dramatically. "Oh...I'm hurt James, really really hurt." He wasn't acting at all like Malfoy, at least not the Malfoy Hyacinth knew. With a smirk he leaned forward and said, "You're names not James is it?"

Mary's eyes widened, recalling a conversation atop a windmill in Kingston, even as smile crossed her face. "Not most days...And I assume you're not Draco Malfoy."

"Not anymore," he grinned.

"Come on, we'll talk in the Leaky Cauldron...you're buying," she added, after a moment of thought.

"Fine with me...I'm already staying there," he said, and now that she knew to listen for it, she could hear Edward Kenway in the blond teen's voice. Though his hair and appearance was too neat for the man she remembered, she had to acknowledge that he did look similar to the pirate she had known...and fallen for.

"Even better," she said as they walked. "We can go up to your room." She knew she shouldn't have put it that way as soon as she said it.

Edward smirked and said, lowly so others wouldn't hear, "That eager to climb into my bed are you?"

"To talk Edward."

"Whatever you say...James," he added smugly.

Mary wondered at that moment whatever possessed her to befriend the man in the first place, let alone fall for him. She gave him a cool stare and added, "You do know it's not too late for me to unman you?"

Putting an arm around her shoulder, he chuckled, "I'm hurt James...truly hurt, that you would even consider such an action."

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