A/N: There is a reason why is story is rated 'M'. It's mostly because of this chapter. I'm not entirely sure how to describe best, but there is a non-con sexual situation that's just under rape. It will make sense once you read it.

Let just say I'm not really sure what disturb me the most. What I wrote or the fact I came up with it. I never wrote something like that before, so it's quite a new and strange experience for me.

As it became a habit in Harriet's life, she and Margherita woke up in the middle of the night by someone visiting them. Unfortunately, their guests did not bother knocking. They instead kicked the door opened.

"What's going on?" she blurted when she opened her eyes. For a small fraction of second, she believed her aunt or uncle had entered her room at Privet Drive for some strange reason. When she took in who had come to see them, she found she would have taken the Dursleys ten times over.

It was not someone who had entered the house, but someones. And, they were all Borgia guards.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Margherita sharply. Unlike the younger woman, Margherita sounded much more awake and much less confused.

"You are both accused of witchcraft! By order of Pope Alexander VI, all witches must be executed!" called their leader. Harriet stared in horror at the guards. 'How had they figured it out?' she thought with panic. They had always been very careful in who they treated. They never displayed or used their magic on someone unless they were sure they were a witch or wizard. How that they known?!

Harriet yelped when she felt two guards grab her by the arms. "What are you doing?!" she asked.

"You're coming with us!"

"No...!" She tried to fight it, but the guards riposted by slapping her hard. Harriet felt tears form in the corner of her eyes. Tears of pain, fear, and shock. They only increased when the two witches were dragged outside to see all their neighbours spit at them and shout insults.

"Devil's spawns!"

"Demons!"

"Whores!"

It did not matter if they had been their friends before. Because they had magic, all of them hated them.

The guards dragged them toward a small carriage. Just as they reached it, she saw Margherita push away the guards restraining her. She took out her wand and began casting curses. Two of the guards fell at her hand. Suddenly, she felt a blade to her throat as one of the guards holding her shouted "Stop!" in an authoritative voice. "Stop or we will kill her!"

Margherita stopped and looked at them in horror. "Don't hurt her!"

"I'll stab the witch's throat if you do any of your demonic magic!" warned the guard. With his dagger, he pierced her skin. She winced as a few drops of blood leaked out of the small wound.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop!" she said. Just then, Harriet noticed the other guards moved behind her, swords in their hands.

"Watch out!" she screamed. She was too late. Just as Margherita turned, the guard standing right behind her impaled his sword through her heart. A heart-wrenching "NO!" came out of her throat. In a burst of accidental magic, all the guards were sent flying away. Harriet immediately ran toward Margherita and checked her. "No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!" she cried. "You can't be dead! I need you!"

She heard footsteps behind her. She turned just in time to see someone hit her square in the face with the pommel of a sword. She blacked out immediately.

When she later woke up, she believed she just had a horrible nightmare. There was no way something that crazy could have happened, right? Yet, she quickly found out things around her were very wrong. First, she did not lay in a bed. Second, she could hear multiple voices speak somewhere near – all of them males. Third, it was incredibly cold. When she opened her eyes, she felt her heart break.

She was not in the villa. She was in a prison cell.

The reality of the situation suddenly hit her. Margerita, the woman who had brought her in and treated her like she would her own daughter was dead. Harriet's secret she was a witch was now public and she got arrested for it. She began weeping. A year and a half ago – from her perspective – she had lost Sirius, the closest thing she had to a father. Now, she had also lost her mother figure. Why was she cursed to loose everyone she loved?

Her weeping attracted the attention of the guards near her. Together, they all walked to her cell. There were four of them.

"Well, look who just awoke!" the first guard said. He stood out from the other guards as his armour looked more complex and sturdy than the others and he had a helmet and a spear. He looked like their leader.

"Seem the little bitch is ready for some action!" said the second guard.

"A-Action?" she stuttered questionably. She was now just noticing the looks they sent her. They were looks of hunger and lust. Except they were not looking in her eyes but lower. When she followed their looks, she found out why. She was completely naked! With a yelp, Harriet crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. The guards laughed, making her feel humiliated.

"No, no!" said the first guard. "Don't hide your beautiful body from us!"

"How did you get such a body? Did you use whore magic?" said the third guard, making them laugh.

"It's such a shame the priest told us not to touch her. I would have loved to stretch her!" said the fourth guard with a look of pure lust. Harriet crawled back until she reached the wall. She shivered at the looks.

"The priest told us not to fuck her. It does not mean we can't play with her." said the second guard. Harriet suddenly had a sense of foreboding to strong she had a hard time breathing.

"You are right, Alphonzo." said the first guard. Then, looking at Harriet, he said "Dance."

"W-What?"

"I said dance!" he ordered. "I want you to dance in front of us and show us all of your beautiful body without hiding it! If you don't, we will kill you right then and there!" When Harriet still didn't move, he banged his spear on the bars of the cell and yelled "NOW!" Not seeing any way out of the situation, Harriet raised on her feet.

"Look at her!" laughed one of the guards. "Ready to degrade herself for anyone who ask her!" The other guards joined in, making the young woman feel utterly humiliated.

With heavy tears in her eyes and fighting the urge to cover herself, Harriet began a quick dance that made her twirl. She hoped if her dance was quick and fast then the guards wouldn't get a good enough view of her. Unfortunately, they guessed what they were doing.

"Slower!" shouted one of the guards, forcing her to slow down. The guards cheered when she did so.

Harriet let out a sob. Humiliation was no where near a strong enough word to describe how she felt. Of course, the guards couldn't even let her mourn her dignity as one of them shouted "QUIET!" when she began crying.

"Show us your arse!" ordered one guard. Harriet stifled her sobs as she followed the order and showed them her lower cheeks.

"Bend down!"

"W-What?" she blurted.

"NOW!" one yelled. Slapping a hand on her mouth to muffle her whimpers, she bent down and offered them a view of the most intimate part of her body. The guards cheered once again. Just as she wondered if it could get any worse, she felt something very pointy, very solid and very metallic poke her in the vagina. She yelped and jumped a feet forward, causing her to hit the wall. She turned just in time to see a guard bring the tip of his spear to his lips and lick it.

"Mmh! You're tasty! Shame we've been ordered not to use you to pleasure ourselves." said the guard, making the others laugh and Harriet cringe. Then, a bell was heard further down where they were and the guards all let out groans. "Aww, it's the rotation!" he pouted childishly.

"She won't even be there tomorrow morning!" said another. The guards all walked away, leaving Harriet alone to crumble and cry.

She felt completely and thoroughly humiliated and ashamed. She had just displayed her entire naked body to disgusting men like some kind of whore or drug addict. As she quietly sobbed in the corner of her cell, Harriet began wondering whether the humiliation was worth living a few hours more. She was going to get killed either way. As she heard the next guards arrive, she trembled in fear at what they would make her do.

Thankfully, none of them came close to her. Some sneaked glances at her naked body – which she tried to hide as much as possible – but she was not approached by any of them. It was the same thing with the next rotation of guards. They did not even speak to her when they brought her a meal – dry bread and a nasty stew. It was as if they believed she had enough humiliation for today. That, or they were not authorized to interact with her and she just happened to have a rotation filled with guards willing to break protocol for their own pleasure and amusement. Considering her luck, it was probably the latter.

That night, Harriet had a very hard time sleeping. Images of Margherita and Sirius dying in the streets of Rome and in the Department of Mysteries hunted her mind. Sometimes, they even switched locations. It caused her to wake up every few hours. She had very little sleep that night.

The next morning, Harriet was abruptly woken up by a guard. She recognized him as the leader of the guards who had made her dance and instinctively crawled away. The guard laughed.

"It's not why I'm here for, witch. Not that I wouldn't be willing for round two..." he said, looking at her semi covered body.

"Guard! Enough!" called a new voice out of Harriet's field of view. The voice seemed familiar to Harriet, not that she immediately recognized it. Reluctantly, the guard moved, allowing someone wearing the clothes of a priest to stand in front of her cell. She immediately recognized him and knew at once who had betrayed her and Margherita.

"You!" she called as she looked at Alessandro Pozzoli. "You're the one who betrayed us!"

"I would not say betray." said the priest. "I only sought to confirm whether or not Margherita was a witch. We were working on a list of all witches and wizards living in Rome when we heard a girl had moved with her. Of course, I had to check if you were a witch or not. So, I injured myself and came crawling to your home. When Margherita told me you also were a witch, I knew I hit the jackpot."

"MARGHERITA IS DEAD! DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" shouted Harriet at the top of her lungs.

"A tragedy." said Alessandro mournfully. "She was a good woman and deserved the right to repent for her sins. Unfortunately, she decided to fight and got herself killed. Please, do not follow her path."

"I can't believe you!" Harriet sobbed. "I trusted you!"

"And you can still trust me!" he said with a kind voice. "This magic thing is not your fault. You can be healed! You should not have to live with the influence of the devil in you. Let go of your magic and join us! Repent and pray to God!"

With a look of pure loathing, Harriet spat in his face. Alessandro sighed and raised to his feet. With a look of disappointment reminiscent of Dumbledore's, the priest said "You have been tried last evening. As you are unwilling to let go of your magic, you will be burned to the stake. Guards..." he said, pointing at the cell.

Grinning, the guards opened the cell and grabbed her by the arms. Weak from her lack of sleep and her hunger, Harriet was dragged out of the building and into a carriage. She was joined by the priest and two guards. Within minutes, the carriage was riding away.

Harriet closed her eyes as she tried to ignore the trembling of her body. Never had she felt so terrified before. Not even when she had been at the mercy of Voldemort and his Death Eaters as she been so afraid.

As the carriage rode to her final destination in life, Harriet allowed herself to glance a last time at the city that had been her home in the last year. Rome had many problems, but it was still the place she lived with Margherita. Rome would be the last thing she would ever see in this world.

The carriage stopped a few minutes later. The door next to her opened and a guard dragged her outside. Immediately, people began shouting and booing at her as she was led through the crowd toward a giant wooden contraption. A stake. She whimpered as she was forced to walk through the crowd still stark named. Unable to cover herself, her young, naked body was showcased to the entirety of Rome to see. Insults were thrown her way. She had no doubts fruits would be as well if the populace was not in need of all their food.

Once they reached the stake, the guards promptly attached her to it. All of them but their leader departed. Looking at the crowd, the leader left.

"Welcome, good citizens of Rome! Today is a special day. Captured only days before is Harriet Potter, a WITCH!" the guard shouted, pointing at her naked form. The crowed booed. He lowered his hand. "A witch..." Then, he looked back at the crowd. "Harriet Potter was accused of practising witchcraft. She was proven guilty! When she was offered a chance at redemption. She denied it! So, as is her choice, she will receive her death sentence: death by burning!" he cried. The crowd cheered.

Harriet looked down as she cried. It was over. Her life was over. She had survived through the Dursleys, the dangers of Hogwarts and Voldemort only to be captured by muggles in the Renaissance. She would be burned to death. Never would she see her best friends nor Hedwig again. She would never get to see Hogwarts or see the lives her friends would build. The only consolation she could give herself was that she was going to be reunited with her parents, Sirius and Margherita.

Just as the guard grabbed a torch and brought it toward her, a shadow in the shape of a large bird formed on the ground. Harriet only had a fraction of second to ponder on it when a man in recognizable white and red robes landed on the guard. With the flick of a wrist, a blade came out of the man's forearm, a blade he used to stab him in the neck. The guard gave a small gasp before life left his eyes.

The crowd was silent as the figure killed the guard. Then, it screamed in panic and ran away. Shouts of 'Assassin!' came from everywhere around them. The guards that had surrounded the stake now converged on them.

Harriet watched in amazement as the figure – who her brain had finally recognized – fought all of the guards and won. The man had looked very much in control of the situation. His movements were so smooth it made him look like he was dancing. Once the guards were all dead, the figure turned toward her, allowing her to see the face of the handsome man she had helped heal only days ago.

"Harriet, was it not?" asked the man. Harriet nodded. "I'm Ezio. Ezio Auditore da Firenze."

"Harriet Potter da Londra." she blurted despite knowing the man already knew her. Ezio Auditore chuckled.

"It is nice to meet you." he said. Using his sword, he cut off the ropes attaching her to the stake, causing her to collapse on the ground. "Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded. "Can you walk?" She nodded again. "Good." The man then detached his cape and gave it to her. "It's not a lot but should help you cover yourself." he said.

"Thank you." she said emotionally. Ezio gave her a sad look of understanding.

"Other guards will arrive soon. We must depart quickly."

"How... how can we leave without the guards catching up to us? I don't think I can run." she said. She was hungry and exhausted.

"Do not worry. I have a horse." Ezio said. "We will ride it together." Harriet nodded.

Ezio led Harriet to his horse and helped her mount it. He sat in front of her, allowing her to hold onto him. Using the cape, she covered the back of her body and used Ezio himself to hide her front. Kicking the sides of his steed, Ezio rode away with Harriet firmly holding him by the waist.

Many turned to stare at them as they ran through Rome. Some, recognizing her, shouted insults while others only looked in shock. At some point, they met a patrol guards. The guards attempted to stop them but Ezio managed to run around them. They also encountered a guard patrolling on a horse. When he spotted them, he ran after them, his sword raised high in the sky.

"Damn!" exclaimed Ezio. Releasing his left hand from the leashes, he pointed his arm in direction of the soldier and waited. Just as Harriet was going to ask what he was doing, a loud BANG was heard. The guard fell down to the ground, dead.

"What was that!?" she exclaimed, wincing at the sound.

"Pistol." Ezio answered. Harriet gaped in shock, not that he saw her. She had a hard time comprehending the man had both an extendable blade and a pistol under his forearm. Guns had just been invented – so how had someone already miniaturized one to fit under the arm in the 1500s? She wasn't even sure it was possible in her time!

She snapped out of her thoughts when they arrived on a small island in the middle of the river. Harriet recognized it as Tiber Island. The island was very small but packed with buildings. At the centre was the tallest of them, reaching four – even five stories high.

The building was where Ezio led her. He stopped in front of the entrance before dismounting. He helped Harriet do the same before leading her inside.

"The guards won't follow us here." said Ezio as they walked down a set of stairs. "You are safe, now."

Safe... The word felt strange in her head. Ever since she had returned to the wizarding world, she had never been fully safe. In her first two years at Hogwarts, there had been some form of Voldemort prowling around. There even was a basilisk petrifying students in her second year. In her third, it was dementors. In her fourth, the Triwizard Tournament and Barty Crouch Jr. In her last year before being sent back to the Renaissance, Harriet had been in danger from the Ministry (in the form of Umbridge) and Voldemort himself. Then, she was sent back in time and ended up in the middle of the witch hunts. For her, safety felt like such a strange concept. Suddenly, it dawned on her how close she had come to death. She knew intellectually, of course, but her heart had not caught on until now. It was too much and Harriet burst into tears.

"T-Thank you! T-Thank you s-so m-much!" she sobbed, hugging Ezio with all her might.

Ezio patted her back awkwardly. He led her toward a chair, allowing her to sit down. It was as she wiped her tears that she finally looked around where they were. They were in a large and tall room. Banners were attached on various walls, all featuring the strange stylised 'A' logo thing. On one side of the room was a desk and small bookshelves while another had a small table along with a map. In the corner Ezio had led her to was a chair and a small table. The last corner had one of those small, green stands used by doctors across the city.

"Where are we?" she asked to Ezio.

"In the Headquarters of the Assassin Brotherhood on Tiber Island." answered a new voice. Harriet turned to see someone else standing in the room. Like Ezio earlier, she recognized him.

"You're the man who tasked us of healing Ezio!" she exclaimed.

"You did?" asked Ezio to the man, surprised.

"Of course. I had heard about the siege while I was travelling back to Rome. I immediately turned back to help you and Mario. Unfortunately, I was too late. Thankfully, I found you on the side of the road and carried you to Madam Margherita." he said. Harriet looked down upon hearing the name of her mother-figure, the woman who had died in front of her very eyes.

Trying to ignore her pain, she asked "Who are you? If you mind me asking."

"I am Niccolo Machiavelli." said the man with a bow.

She was shocked. She had not paid attention to the name when the man had mentioned it at the villa. However, now that she knew who he was, she recognized it. How could she not? He was so well known in the future that his name was used in a similar way the name 'Slytherin' was used in the magical world!

"I – uh – it's an honour, sir." she said, flushing in embarrassment. "I'm Harriet... Harrier Potter." she added quickly. Both men chuckled.

"The honour is all mine." Machiavelli said with a small bow. "Now, Ezio. I believe you should lead her to the baths to allow her to clean off." Harriet looked at herself at his words and noticed he was very much right. She was dirty – very much so. Her cell had not exactly been clean.

Ezio led her to a small room with a bath full of water. "The water is cold, but it is clean." he said.

"Thank you." she said gratefully. Ezio nodded and left the room, allowing her to drop the cape on the floor. She immediately went in the bath and began rinsing herself. With no soap, she could not clean herself properly but, it was good enough for now.

As she rinsed her legs, she heard someone knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"It is Ezio! I brought some clothes for you." said his voice from the other side.

"Enter." she said. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked anyway. The man entered and dropped a set of fresh clothes on a small table. He immediately left, leaving her alone in her private time, something she was very grateful for. Her dignity might have been trashed, but she still had some of it which she wished to conserve.

Once she was thoroughly cleaned, she walked out of the bath. She took a look at the clothes Ezio gave her.

The clothes were nothing fancy. It was a simple shirt, a pair of pants and a thin belt. The clothes were obviously tailored for men rather than the female body. However, after spending a day stark naked for the amusement of others, Harriet did not care. She welcomed any clothes offered to her. Once she put them on, she went back to the others.

She entered the large room to see Ezio and Machiavelli in deep discussion. She decided not to interfere and went to sit on the seat she had previously occupied. She placed Ezio's white cape on the table next to her.

After a few minutes, the two men stopped talking. "My appologies, we were just discussing your situation." said Machiavelli.

Harriet felt something throb in her throat at his words. Her situation was very bad, worse than the two men could possibly imagine. She was a time travelling witch stuck in 1500 Rome. A witch who was outed to the world and displayed the way she was born in front of everyone. She had no doubts that tales of the naked witch were already travelling across town. No matter where she would go, people would recognize her. Even worse, she had no roof over her head, no money, no wand, no weapon, no food, no friends or family... She had literally lost everything.

"What am I going to do?" she said, bringing her knees to her chest. She had not felt such fear for her future since she had discovered she had been sent back to the past. "I have nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. I'm all alone with only the clothes on my back." she whispered emotionally.

Ezio sat in a chair next to her. "If you could do anything you could, what would you want to do?" he asked with a gentle and kind voice.

'Go back to the 1990s.' was her immediate thought. But, it was not an answer she could tell them. Imagining a scenario where she did not want to leave, what would she want to do? The answer quickly formed in her mind.

"I want to save others. I want to protect people and save them from suffering like I did. I want to beat the Borgias who oppress the population." she said. Mentally, she added 'And I want to kill Alessandro Pozzoli.'

At her words, Ezio and Machiavelli glanced at each other. They shared meaningful looks. "Why don't you join us?" Ezio asked her.

"Join... you?" she repeated, confused.

"The Assassin Brotherhood." he said. "We are in need of new members and we believe someone like you could become a great asset."

Harriet frowned. "What is the Assassin Brotherhood?" she asked.

It was Machiavelli who explained. "The Assassin Brotherhood is a secret organization dedicated to protecting humanity against abuses of power and injustice." he said. "Our organization has existed for centuries and has constantly fought for the betterment of mankind."

"But... you're called Assassins. It mean you kill people, right?" she asked.

"It does." said Ezio. "Unfortunately, it is sometimes the only way to deal with a problem."

"It's seem rather dark."

"It is." said Machiavelli. "But, we do these actions to make sure others do not have to suffer – to make sure others have happy lives. Our methods might be brought to questions but not our motives. In fact, one of our mottoes describe our situation perfectly. 'We work in the dark to serve the light'.

"I get it. You do unpleasant actions so others don't have to do them." she said in understanding. The two Assassins nodded. "You fight against tyranny, you said?" Another paid of nods. "So you fight against the Borgia?"

"We do." said Machiavelli. "As a matter of fact, they are our principal enemy in Italy."

"Why?"

"Because the Borgia are at the head of the Templar Order." the man said. "The Templar Order are the Assassin Brotherhood's sworn enemy. They fight to seize control of humanity in the belief man cannot be trusted with power. The Templars believe the best way for humanity to move forward is to unite under one banner."

"Theirs." completed Harriet, guessing where it was going. "A society born out of blood."

"Exactly." he said. "Both Templars and Assassins have existed for centuries. In fact, both share a similar goal, which is to achieve world peace. Unfortunately, the methods to achieve them are very different. As said earlier, the Templars believe the road to world peace is total control over humanity. While they are not wrong, it would be a very poor existence for mankind. The Assassins believe the world peace is found through humanity's potential to foster unity through freedom and collective growth."

Harriet pondered on what she was told. The Assassins and Templars reminded her of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. Some of their ideas were shared. For instance, both the Assassins and the Order fought to keep humanity/the wizarding world free from tyranny and oppression. Both the Templars and Death Eaters fought to build a new world order at their image.

Of course, there were major differences. For one, the Order of the Phoenix was much more reactive than proactive. Also, the Order was not always willing to end someone's life if it was the only way to deal with a problem. As for the Death Eaters, they were much more self-serving than the Templars. At least, the Templar Order could claim they did what they did to help humanity. The Death Eaters just wanted power over everyone else.

With that in mind, she thought back to the offer Ezio had given her. He asked her if she wanted to join the Assassins. Did she?

Ever since arriving in the past, Harriet had been disgusted by the way the guards treated the population. A part of her had wanted to help and fight against the oppresion. However, the fear of being discovered as a witch and Margherita's warnings kept her a bay. But now, everyone knew she was a witch. She had a death sentence hanging over her head. She could either flee the city and spend the remaining of her days in hiding, pitifully alone without friends or family. Or, she could join the Assassins and fight back while helping others. In the end, the decision was easy. Hermione had always said she had a 'saving people's thing', after all...

"Well, my life is ruined. I don't have anywhere to go and nobody to turn to. As I consider myself in Ezio's debt, and happen to agree with your ideology, I want to help you." she said.

Ezio looked at her straight in the eyes. Forcing down a blush, Harriet did the same. After a few seconds, he gave her a smile, making her feel like she had just passed a test. He looked at Machiavelli and nodded.

"I believe it is decided." Machiavelli said, clapping his hands.

"I will take charge of training you in the way of the Assassins." Ezio said. "But, first, do you have a set of robes for her, Machiavelli?"

"Of course. Yours are not unique. They are the standard robes of the Italian Brotherhood, though some like to have their own unique designs. Like your father, for instance."

"Get a pair for Harriet." he said. Machiavelli nodded and left the room.

"What will the training consist of?" asked Harriet once they were alone.

"Fighting and defence is usually prioritized at the beginning of training. However, because of your circumstances, I believe it would be best to teach you how to blend in the crowd and escape it through the rooftops."

Harriet nodded in understanding. The whole city would be looking for her after her escape from the stake. Learning how to blend in the crowd and flow with it would be invaluable.

Harriet suddenly gave a small start, remembering something. "Don't you care if I'm a witch?" she blurted. She had seen everyone but Margherita treat her with disdain once the fact she was a witch was thrown in the open. She would not be surprised if Ezio or Machiavelli treated her the same.

"No, we Assassins do not care about magic." came Machiavelli's voice from further down the room. He had returned with a set of clean robes. He gave them to Harriet, who took them gratefully. "All of our members are taught the truth about magic. That it is a gift passed down through blood, just like the colour of your eyes or the shape of your face – not something gained by worshipping the devil.

"So I won't be treated in disdain by other Assassins?" she asked hopefully.

"Well, there is always the odd one out, but you shouldn't, no." said Ezio. Harriet let out a small sigh of relief. "Now, why don't you go try the robes?"

She raised from her seat and returned to the bathroom. Following Ezio's example from a few days ago, Harriet put on all the pieces of the Assassin robes in the same order. At the end, she looked at herself in a small mirror. The robes she had received were identical to Ezio's, except it was tailored to be worn by a woman. Also, she did not have one of his awesome bracers that contained a knife and a gun inside. Finally, she had no sheath as she had no sword. Despite this, she looked very badass.

"So, how do I look?" she asked once she returned to the large room. At her words, both men turned to look at her. When Ezio saw her, he let out a wolf whistle. "A woman after my heart." he said, making her blush very red. She was thankful she had a hood to hide her face.