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Born to the Darkness
WMW
Four years after the defeat of Voldemort, one year after the finding of Celine ChangWMW
A four-year-old Harry Potter sat at a long cigarette hole-littered oaken table in the library of the Guild next to his "master" who, Harry proclaimed as his father not long after Harry started to learn how to speak.
At the age of three, Harry had been told the stories of the Nyanevere, of their success' and the failures. He had heard of the treacherous perils that his father and many generations of Assassins had had to face over the many centuries.
He had been told the death-defying tales of deceit and betrayal the long path of the Nyanevere had taken over the years.
Helvon, the opposing guild had had many fights with the Nyanevere; sometimes it was an all out battle. Other times, they had sided with greater powers such as Dumbledore or Grindelwald and fought the opposing guild in the shadows.
The young child's mind wandered off to his own situation with the guild. Being accepted into the guild meant that the orb had to have approved of it.
The influence of the orb itself was spread across the entire world, analyzing each person's potential and magical energy. They had to be smart, to be able to think fast, and be compatible to the arts that the Guild would teach them.
Even being young, Harry had a powerful mind and understood quickly. He was taught to read at the age of three and at the age of four, spent the majority of the time in the library or the training hall, a colossal chamber in the underground complex of the mansion.
The training hall had its own track and weights as well as aerobic mats, magical dummies to practice on, and much more, due to the sophisticated arts needed to be mastered, they had a wide range of some of the most random items including a blacksmith anvil and furnace with hammers.
Harry's "Father" was a young looking man, who seemed to be in the early twenties, but in reality was 1739 years old. He was a vampire, who had originally rallied to the cause of peace with the other original Assassins. He had a thin handsome face with blazing blue eyes, but a muscular body from the many centuries of training he had to go through. He also had long silky black hair that was tied in a ponytail which Harry loved to pull.
They had been reading for about 1 hour now, his father reading a large tomb on dark curses and Harry reading a thin book about Animagus. They sat in silence, relaxing with their feet propped up on the table and the only sounds echoing through the massive expanse of space being the silent and methodical flipping of pages.
About half an hour later, the lunch bell rang and they both threw their books down and jumped up.
"Race ya to the lunchroom, kiddo," his father said playfully.
Harry only glared back cutely in return with his bring emerald eyes and dashed down the hallway to the cafeteria, where the others had already started eating their lunch of spaghetti and an assortment of other foods on the main table, a long wooden table like those in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
The masters traditionally sat with their apprentices, as the apprentices were often rivals, but not enemies, for it was all drilled into their minds that they had to protect their friends, no matter what.
In reality, all of the masters were rivals with each other, trying to constantly outdo each other, but not in a violent way, but Alexander wasn't apart of the rivalry, since all of the members respected him for his age and power.
After reaching the lunchroom, Harry hurriedly ran over to the seat far to the end of the table on the left side, where sat his best friend, Celine Chang.
Celine Chang, like Harry, was four years old, and like him, had a sharp mind. She and Harry stood about four feet tall. She had wide obsidian eyes and silky midnight black hair to her waist, which contrasted greatly with her master's hair, since her master was a French Veela and Celine was Chinese.
"Hi!" she greeted Harry happily as they started to get food and shovel food down their throats without manners while their masters watched in amusement.
That was the thing about the guild. Since there were generally only 5-8 of them at a time, they got to know each other well and normally got along well.
They had "family" nights, where all of the Assassins would gather and play around. Each of the Assassins treated the others like a family of their own, making the young ones, their children.
However, in the training hall and on the battlefields, they were cold heartless warriors, for they fought for their cause, and they fought hard. It seemed everyone had a mask to hide behind when they were doing their jobs.
It was hard to see, but the discourteous children shoveling food had been taught manners and would use them when needed, but most importantly, had an utterly cold and stiff demeanor when not having fun.
This was they way of the guild. When with themselves, they had a great and loving family, but on missions, they wore a cold, and heartless mask.
Although missions were important, the Assassins always held their beliefs for peace and kept the road with less bloodshed closest to their hearts. They could reject missions and play out other missions that were accepted in their own special ways. And normally, as long as they got their job done, the employers had no problem with it.
After stuffing their faces full, the apprentices and masters went back to what they normally do; training or doing their missions. Harry and Alex joined by Celine and Elizabeth left for the training hall to spend the rest of their afternoon.
And while Harry and Alex weight lifted, Celine and Elizabeth spent their time dancing.
Flashback"It is not fair! Why does Celine get to watch dancing videos and listen to music while I weight lift?" Harry asked his master.
"Harry, do you understand how each of us Assassins have our own special powers?" Alex asked softly.
Harry nodded his head in understanding.
"We are Flame Masters, Harry… we can summon the spirits of our friends to help us after they have passed away," Alex said in his lecture voice, "Your mother and father had followed you so that they can help you, and this is how we fight"
"We use spirit flames, Harry, and that makes us magically powerful, but our dependence on it sometimes may cripple us, so you must be well versed in the ways of our fighter," Alex explained as Harry nodded quickly while listening carefully.
"Those two, however," he said while pointing to the two girls dancing in stunning synchronization and hypnotizing grace, "Their art is deadly. While wearing about 10 auto-replenishing knife holsters, they can fling a flurry of knives with a simple movement, and that is why they dance, so that their every movement can be effective in throwing projectiles from many parts of their bodies, and also to dodge attacks with the least effort."
Harry had knew the reason, he understood why, but that did not mean he would like it.
It was a few hours later they settled on Harry weightlifting and practicing his Katas near the aerobic two, where his friend trained because Harry also wanted to listen to music, which he liked a lot.
End FlashbackAfter they had trained for a few months, a bond seemed to form between the two young children. They were best friends, and often spent their short free periods playing with each other or simply enjoying each other's presence in the Library.
As a Flame Master, Harry could never be dependant on their flames, and had to be sufficient in many other fighting styles with different weapons so that he would not be helpless even if he lost his greatest power.
Also, the spirits' powers often reflected on the weapon/ability they gave their master, for instance, Lily's love had ended up granting the spirit powers of healing and James' aggressiveness on the battlefields gave Harry a Flamberge (big sword) made of fire.
So daily, Harry trained in all aspects of weapon fighting, ranging from moving targets, to attacking dummies, to being shot at with bullets so that he could learn to dodge.
Altogether, training was a painful, but useful experience, although more times then not, he had ended up in the infirmary with either his mother or Kurenai, his master's healing flame, watching over him.
And so the routine of training continued.
Year 4 ½After some time listening to music and watching his best friend dance, he decided that he wanted to learn music. It was not often that an Assassin took to the art of music, but it wasn't unheard of, since their job was so stressful.
The night after Harry told Celine about his longing for music, Harry and Celine had approached their masters to ask if they could take up an instrument, and agreeing that it would be good for their hand-eye coordination, they allowed it.
Harry quickly ordered a violin, one similar to the one which he saw Sirius play before, which was when Harry was deeply inspired by not only the quick and nimble bow movements, but the great and majestic eaves of music that came from the bow and strings.
Sirius agreed to teach Harry after Harry promised to never give up music and they began in his free time.
During the time that Harry ordered a violin, Celine had bought a flute and was taught by her teacher, Elizabeth, who, incidentally, was also a flautist.
Year 5
Harry rushed through the yellow tape that fenced off the opening into the obstacle course, with his head first, and his arms flapping uselessly behind him.
He dashed through the maze at dangerous speeds with wide eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever trap the adults had set.
"Dead end…" he muttered when he came to a blank wall.
He sighed as he turned around and found about thirty arrows streaming at him. With a surprised yelp, he jumped and twisted his body at an unnatural angle in the air to dodge all the arrows that he could. But because he hadn't been prepared, he winced at the three deep scratches on his abdomen that had been caused by the arrows while he was spinning to avoid the barrage.
Harry, however, was by no means outrageously muscular, but he was fast, agile, and powerful.
Jumping quickly to avoid two spears stabbing him from two openings on the side, he rushed to another path he spotted previously in the bright hospital-like walls of the maze.
Just as he turned the corner, five curses shot out from the wall in front and narrowly missed Harry, who had temporarily flattened himself to the ground to dodge them.
Harry sprung up and dashed down another corridor, and was just about to run on forwards, when he met a wall of blades. Harry normally would have ran the other way, but the problem was that there was another bladed wall coming at high speeds from the way he had just came, ready to smash him to the wall.
Harry gathered magic to his legs and jumped high into the air, high enough to jump through the convenient escape hole about 10 feet high on the bladed wall.
He dashed down the new corridor, which was past the bladed wall and kept on running, casting a shield to protect himself from the multiple Stupefies that were shot from behind him.
He ran swiftly and came to a corner, where he leaned on the wall to take a breath. All of a sudden, the ground started to collapse leaving a gaping hole. Harry jumped as the ground under him collapsed and pushed off the wall to continue running.
All of a sudden, he stopped.
'This is new' he thought to himself, as he could see many nearly invisible diamond coated strings that were sharp and would certainly cleanly slice him open if he touched one 'this is crazy'
He jumped through the two strings that were tightly stretched and twisted his body to avoid the third that was just after the two first ones. He landed on the wooden floor and contemplated his path through the stringed jungle of diamond shard vines.
The ground, thankfully, had stopped falling behind him.
'At least they aren't THAT evil' Harry thought to himself.
Harry took a run and hit the right wall with his feet and propelled himself off of it to avoid two strings positioned at an angle. He hit the left wall with his feet and landed on his hands, which were three centimeters (about 1 inch) from another deadly string.
Slowly, he walked on his hands, mindful of the string just at the level of his feet, which were waving around in the air.
Harry gathered magic to his arm muscles and propelled himself off of them to send himself feet first into a small gap between the strings.
With a sigh of relief he saw that that was the end of the diamond string jungle, but as they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire… literally this time.
In front of him was a pattern of flamethrowers on the side, splaying fire one after the other. Now this would not have been hard unless there were two flamethrowers on the top and bottom going opposite directions, moving, as if they were powered by conveyor belts, which coincidentally, there was.
Harry stood there for a moment, watching the pattern of the blazing fire. After watching the pattern for the fifth time, he saw the opening. He had to find the window of opportunity when the fires on the side stopped all the way down the corridor, meaning that he could not stop. The two flames on the top and the bottom of the corridor were traveling in opposite directions, and there was a few seconds time where he could cross from side to side.
He wiped his forehead with his sleeve.
'Here goes,' he thought dreadfully as he launched himself at the split-second window that would allow him to get down the corridor safely from the fire. As he ran, he switched sides from right to left to avoid one of the flamethrower conveyor belts, and jumped back to the right just as the left sided flame thrower came his way and he quickly ran down the path as the opening showed.
He let out a breath of relief as he jumped out and landed on the cold stone floor of the training hall.
He wiped his forehead with the cloth that his master handed him as he walked out of the maze.
"Thanks," Harry muttered tiredly as the adrenaline had worn off and he dropped on the floor and just laid there, wiping the sweat off his body… after all, there was only so much a 5-½ year old could do.
He lay on the cold stone floor for a bit before he saw his best friend, Celine, come out of the course in a worse condition then him. Much of her skintight training suit had been torn, her arms were bleeding, Harry supposed from the wall of blades, and her hair, a bit singed.
She sat down tiredly next to Harry and they both just laid there for a while, until Harry replenished enough energy and summoned his mother's spirit to heal them both. And they both fell asleep there shortly afterwards.
Alex and Elizabeth looked at the two students proudly as the two youngsters slept peacefully. That was one of the more difficult settings for the obstacle course.
All the masters had gone through the course, and none had come out unscathed, even the creator of it, Alex.
The next morning was once again, spent in the library, where he learned much of the things that he experimented with while training, that is, after smithing classes by Sirius Black, one of the masters, weight lifting, dueling, stealth, and targets.
He was a bit disappointed when his master called him over before he could start his experiments and after his training ended.
"Come and walk with me a bit Harry," his master said softly. Harry got up obediently and walked with him. So they walked around the mansion leisurely for a while until his master spoke up.
"Do you know the rules we follow around here, Harry?" Alex asked him. Harry nodded. These rules were drilled into his head since he was a toddler.
"Since you are coming to the age which you will be doing missions, I will introduce you to the abilities that the others have because they will often be your allies" his master continued, "you know Sirius? Your weapon-forging teacher?"
Harry nodded.
"Well… we call his ability 'Death's stare'," Alexander explained, "when humans were made, we were made (or became whichever you choose) with an ability to feel by instinct if our lives were being threatened."
"As a deer would stand in fright when a car is zooming towards it, we, too, have been made with a sense of danger that could overwhelm you and leave you motionless." His master continued, "Sirius' art includes many tiny threatening gestures such as the narrowing of the eyes to freeze someone in their spot."
"Now, just me narrowing my eyes might make you a bit scared, right?" Alex asked. Harry nodded.
"Well… Sirius' predecessors have long studied the motion of the human body and the natural fear of human instincts. They have found about fifty minute gestures that suggest death to the opponent, and although just narrowing my eyes won't cause you to freeze, about twenty of the fifty movements altogether could scare you into not moving—even if it is illogically." His teacher finished off.
Harry nodded fearfully.
"Now don't be afraid of Sirius now. He is a kind man, but do you not think that we are even crueler? Burning the enemy to immobilize them? In other aspects, freezing an opponent would disable them so that you might let them live, and although the ability of Death's Touch seems scary, it's truly more merciful then ours'" Alex reasoned, pointing out the facts.
"Now… this is perhaps the cruelest of all of us." Alex hesitated, but went on, "You know the woman, Ivy, that always tells bedtime stories to you and Celine?"
Harry nodded. She was one of the more caring assassins of the Guild and had taken Harry in when he needed a mother to speak to on more then one instant.
"She… is able to manipulate the six human senses, sight, smell, taste, feel, hearing, and magical sensing, of about a dozen people for a while" Alex blurted out. Harry looked questioningly at him.
"She is what we call an Illusionist. She can make a fly look like a dragon, or a rotten egg smell like a flower, but she can never change the outcome. Basically, if you were to attack her, she could make change your sight to make you attack, say Celine." Harry chest felt pressured at the thought.
"However, if one released a lot of magical energy at a time, they could break through the illusion and attack her, which is why she and her apprentice often train with us." The vampire finished.
"Now, enough talk! Go back to your training"
Harry dashed off to the training room to discuss with Celine, who had, no doubt, also been told these facts, as Elizabeth had called her from training the same way.
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