Harry Potter/Assassin Creed crossover
The blade of Balance
By: Jamnaz79
Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or Assassin Creed. I do not own anything with either of them nor do I look to make money off of them. This is written for pure enjoyment.
Harry Potter was very excited. Correction, the eight year old boy was ecstatic! The Dursley family would be taking a vacation and they were actually going to take Harry with them! The family had setup a two week trip to Italy and for some reason Vernon had decided to let Harry come along. It would not only be the first time that Harry was to get out of the neighborhood but the first time he would actually get to travel to another country.
He had already packed away his meager processions into a frumpy old suit case. It was downstairs with the rest of the family's new luggage right next to the cupboard under the stairs. As soon as the Dursley's finished breakfast they would all head off to the airport to catch a British Airways flight to Florence. Of course they had been eating their breakfast for the past forty minutes. But, hopefully they should be done shortly. Harry in honor of the travel had been granted two pieces of burnt bacon along with his toast.
The forks clattered down onto their plates from Vernon and Dudley as both let out a loud belch. "Boy clean this up or we will be late!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon, Sir." Harry rushed forward and took the plates and cutlery to wash off. The fat man nodded in approval at the boy. He had insisted the youth call him Sir lately. It was a strange demand to Harry but he cared not if it meant he would get to go on vacation with them.
The plates were cleaned and the family packed itself into the family car. Harry squeezed into the back and kept his mouth shut even when his Cousin gave him a smack across the face. The family arrived at Heathrow airport. He simply watched in wonder at the large building have never seen anything like this. Harry was so excited at the possibility to fly in an airplane! He had been warned repeatedly no freakishness so he kept to himself s as he followed his relatives.
The plane was truly an experience that he wouldn't forget as long as he lived. Harry got lucky as Dudley whined he didn't want to be near the window since he was afraid of heights so Harry got to sit next to it. It made up for Dudley stealing his food from the in-flight meal that was served. Harry simply watched out the windows staring at the clouds as they flew through them.
The flight was sadly over too fast as only three hours later they landed in Peretola in Florence. Once they disembarked and went through customs they went to acquire their luggage. Harry was surprised at the sight of a man in a black suit holding up a sign in English that read Dursley Family. The man had long black hair with dark eyes and a thin trimmed beard. He smiled at the family showing bright white teeth, before he spoke up with a heavy accent, "Dursley family I presume?"
Vernon's beady eyes narrowed at the man for a moment then he nodded his head firmly, "We are the Dursley family. You are to take us to your employer?"
"Yes I am Niccolo. I shall be your escort to the estate Mr. Dursley. Please allow us to carry your belongings. I am sure you are tired from your trip." The man's smile looked pleasant but Harry noticed it didn't reach his eyes. Still the man clapped once and two large burly men both in excellent suits stepped forward to take hold of the Dursley luggage. The Italian man watched then smiled again, "Now Honored guests let us be off."
The Dursley family was escorted from the airport to a black limo. Niccolo held the door open and even offered a hand to Petunia to assist her getting into the car. Once the luggage was stowed away the two burly men got into the front of the Limo and Niccolo joined them. He opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses for Petunia and Vernon before he spoke up, "It shall be about a thirty minute ride before you come to the estate. My master is looking forward to meeting you and is very excited about the business arrangement."
Vernon sipped from the wine glass with a grimace. It was apparent he didn't appreciate what was most likely an expensive bottle. Of course he still quickly finished the glass with a frown, "As long as your master agrees to the terms I know it will be a good arrangement."
Harry couldn't help but notice the man Niccolo kept glancing at him as he talked to Uncle Vernon. He was too distracted though by the beautiful buildings and landscape as they drove through Florence out into the countryside. This land was so different then England. It was vibrant and green, beautiful architecture that he had never seen before in Surrey. It wasn't until the car pulled to a stop that his eyes were drawn away from the countryside.
The family disembarked from the car, the tires most likely thankful from the lack of a ton of weight. The Dursley family followed Niccolo into the estate, while their luggage was left in the car. Harry didn't notice that his own belongings were taken from the car trunk.
The estate was a large mansion that must have been fifty rooms. It was a sprawling palace with columns and beautiful frescos on the walls and statues in many rooms. To Harry's eyes the place reminded him of museums from the books he saw in history class. To the Dursley family they only could see wealth beyond imagine! The escort by Niccolo took ten minutes walking through the mansion before the came to the third floor visitor's chamber. This chamber overlooked a beautiful garden filled with statues and flowers. Harry could see the jealousy plainly written onto the face of Petunia.
"Please sit and rest here. My Lord shall be present as soon as he finishes his business. Refreshments shall be brought to you." Niccolo spoke up before bowing and exiting the room.
As soon as the door closed Vernon spoke up with a frown, "Foreigners do not deserve all of this. It is disgusting the arrogance they show."
"Dad, why are we here?" Dudley questioned as he looked around the room perhaps for something to acquire.
"We are here for business Duders." Petunia spoke up with a smile at her son, at the same time she glanced towards Harry though the boy didn't notice as he stared around the room in wonder.
"Boy" Vernon spoke up grabbing hold of Harry's shoulder and turning him to face the man. Vernon's grip was tight and painful as he stared at his nephew, "Listen here, I will say this once. You will behave. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will only answer with yes or no Sir. If you do not I will give you such pain you will beg only to feel my belt. I will lock you away with neither food nor light in your cupboard till you are eighteen! Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir." Harry swallowed as he looked up in fear at the overly large man glaring at him with his hand raised.
It seemed Harry was saved from that hand which would have been a open fisted slap by the door opening. In walked Niccolo with a platter of fruits and wine he placed them onto the table and seemed to pretend not to notice Vernon's arm which had snapped down from almost hitting Harry. "My lord shall be along presently. Do you require anything further while you wait?"
"No, we are fine." Petunia spoke up quickly as she plastered her fake smile onto her narrow lips.
"Good, My lord would be upset if the agreed merchandise was broken of course." Niccolo offered the same fake smile towards the Dursley family that didn't reach his eyes before he stepped out and closed the door.
As soon as the door closed Petunia gave a sniff of annoyance while Vernon glared once final time silently at the boy. The Dursley family then stepped over to enjoy the refreshments that had been left. They demolished them like pigs in a sty.
It was fifteen minutes later that the door opened again to Niccolo. This time the man stepped to the side holding open the doorway before speaking up, "May I present the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Andrea Lorenzo de'Medici."
The man that walked through the doorway was slender and average height. He stood around five foot eight inches with lavish clothing that screamed wealth. His long sleeves shirt was a fine Italian silk, white in color, opened two buttons over his chest. His long black pants were tailored to fit perfectly into his finger black leather boots. The man's hair was thick and black pulled back into a braid falling down his back to his shoulders. The eyes of the man were a dull grey filled with determination and little room for warmth. Still he offered a polite smile that did little to remove the aura of power of the man, "The Dursley family I presume."
The words that rolled off of the man's tongue in heavy accented English were a statement not a question. Still he looked around the chamber for a moment with disdain till his eyes lingered on Harry for a few moments. "I see you have brought your end of the bargain. Shall we finish the details of this arrangement?"
The man did not wait for Vernon to speak only seeing the man about to he nodded his head then walked over to the desk that faced away from the window. He pulled out a packet and slid the parchment onto the table with a quill. Strangely he did not pull any ink as he pushed the parchment forward for Petunia and Vernon, "Here are the agreed to terms of the arrangement."
The man remained silent for a few minutes while Petunia and Vernon read over the contract. Harry felt an itch in his shoulders that something important was going on as the man continued to stare at him. He wasn't sure why but he felt he should be aware of what was taking place. His answer of course was coming shortly as Vernon spoke up, "We demand more money."
An elegant brow rose from the cultured noble as he seemed to look down upon the taller man, "More than one million pounds worth of gold bullion? Why would the boy be worth more than that to you?"
Harry blinked at the mention of a boy. The fact that he was brought on this trip coupled with that information made something click in his head. He screamed out in anger at his relatives, "You are going to sell me!"
It must be only Harry's luck that would see his anger focus so much. For when the words left his mouth the windows behind the desk blew out shattering into pieces as they were flung from the sills. His eyes narrowed at his family a rage on the boy. "You want to sell me into slavery you bastards!"
Vernon reacted at once turning towards the boy and paling white. His beady eyes screamed anger and pain towards Harry. He started to move forward but stopped at a firm hand on his shoulder gripping with such strength that he almost fell to his knees. The deep cultured voice of Andrea now spoke up with anger, "You would dare to strike him in my house?"
Vernon tried to shrug off the hand but found the grip far stronger than he expected. What was worse a dagger pressed itself against his back seeming to come the sleeves of the man pressed against the small of the back of the large man. The hot breath of Andrea whispered to the Dursley man's ear, "I will give you one chance to accept the deal this instant of I cannot agree to your safety. I do not like those that would cheat me."
The large man stuttered a few moments trying to find his voice. A large wet spot had appeared onto his suit pants before he finally spoke up feel the jab of the blade, "We agree to the original terms."
A shink sound was heard as the blade disappeared from the small of the back of the man. He patted the shoulder of the large man, "See was that so bad? Now sign and I will have you brought to your place of residence while on this vacation."
The large man followed by his wife signed using the strange quill which caused the back of their hands to itch. Once that was completed Niccolo stepped forward with a smile offering a slip of parchment to the Dursley family. "This shall be the Swiss bank account that we have provided your new funds to. Now do you have any final words to the boy before you leave?"
Vernon glared at the man before looking back at the boy, only anger filled the man's gaze. Petunia sniffed her nose as she turned her head not even looking at her kin. Dudley seemed to not understand what was going on at all around him.
Niccolo turned his gaze towards Harry and his eyes softened slightly as he smiled, "Harry is there anything you would like to say to your former relatives?"
The green eyes of the young man burned with betrayal and anger. They seemed to glow almost unnaturally. Yet the boy shook his head back and forth with a frown, "No Sir."
"Good, then this business is settled. Please follow me Dursley family and we shall escort you to your vacation housing." The man started to turn around then paused, "Oh one more thing."
Before anyone noticed the man pulled out a stick and flicked it at the three Dursley family members silently. Three beams of light flashed from the stick that the man was holding into the trio of the English family. They stiffened at once and dropped to the ground. The man knelt down over each of them and seemed to concentrate a moment before beamed of white shot from the stick into each of their minds. He slowly stood up and the trio of bodies started to float behind him. Niccolo bowed towards the Grand Duke, "With your leave."
The man waved away Niccolo and he walked away with the Dursley family floating behind him. The moment the door closed the nobleman turned to look at Harry with a warm smile that actually reached his eyes, "You have many questions. I can see it in your eyes Harry. I will explain them all shortly. But first I want you to go with one of my servants to get bathed and cleaned up. Your relatives did not seem to treat you well. Once you are cleaned up and we speak we shall have you checked over to make certan you are healthy."
Harry nodded slowly as he looked up at the man who had just purchased his life. A bit of fear lingered into the young man's eyes as he looked up at the man. "Yes Sir."
"Good, go outside and you will be guided to your chambers to bathe and be examined." The Duke smiled as he watched the boy walk out of the door. Then he settled down to read the contract again that he had that despicable family sign. His eyes skimmed it over slowly as a smile lingered on his lips. The boy was mellow in character, it was obvious there had been a large amount of trouble in his life. That would be changed in time and made him easier to mold. The important part was the couple had signed all legal control of guardianship to him. He was signed by blood into his care so officially per the ICW he was now his ward in both societies. A small grin touched the lips of the Duke Medici for he now had the boy-who-lived.
~~~ tBoB ~~~
Harry was met by a beautiful young woman about twenty years in age wearing a traditional maid outfit. She had long black hair falling from her shoulders to match bright blue eyes. A smile lingered on her lips as she bowed to Harry surprising him. She opened her mouth and started to talk to him in Italian which unfortunately he had never learned anything of the tongue. So he just smiled towards her and motioned for her to lead. The woman seemed to understand what he meant so she turned and started to lead him down the hallway.
It only took a few minutes for Harry to realize they were going away from the entrance. It seemed the quarters he would be staying in were in a private wing which Niccolo had said that visitors were not welcome to enter. Perhaps this was where the servants were being kept when not on duty? Harry watched carefully as they walked and noticed this area was different than the general area. For one the pictures here seemed to move watching them walk. Second those pictures were all speaking together in conversations in Italian, Latin, and a few other languages he didn't know. He had never seen technology like this; it must be something to do with computers. It was amazing what rich people could own, hell it seems even humans.
The maid opened a set of double doors into a large chamber. For a boy that lived his whole life in a cupboard the chamber was amazing. Actually even a well off individual the chamber would be considered something special. Imported black marble lined the floors of the large sitting room. The walls of the room were lined with vases, artwork that moved and shelves filled with books. In the middle was a set of couches and tables each looked to be finely crafted an extremely expensive. There were three doorways from the room and two of them were open. Harry could see in one of the rooms a large bathing chamber that appeared to also be all marble. The second room that was open was a bedroom that looked monstrously huge to the small boy.
The woman motioned to the large bedroom which contained finely crafted furniture, a bed that appeared to be larger than Uncle Vernon's own by a few feet and large windows that opened to a view of the gardens. The pretty maid gave the boy a smile and said in broken English, "This….yours…"
Harry stared with an open mouth at the room looking at it the surprise clearly written over his face. He stood there without a word as his eyes were wide. Finally the maid reached up and closed his mouth before taking his hand to lead him to the bathing room. She turned on the faucet there and hot water started to fill a massive tub that could fit four across easily. Next the woman added a set of bubbles into the bath and waited.
When she felt it was hot enough she motioned to Harry's clothing with a fierce look and said something in Italian. The boy blushed as he could understand what she meant but didn't move. After a moment of staring at the boy the maid stepped forward and started to pull the clothing off of the boy. When she did she gasped at the sight of the boy's back. Scars crisscrossed the boy, black and blue marks filled the boy's body with a mosaic of mistreatment and pain. She actually let out a growl before she gently guided him into the bathtub and started to soap and washes him. She worked utilitarian but very gentle too with her touch on the boy.
After she felt she was done she stood up and pulled out a towel holding it to the boy. Harry stepped into the towel and started to dry himself off but she seemed to insist on helping. When that was completed she led him back into the bedroom. The woman opened up a closet that seemed to be as large of Uncle Vernon's bedroom and pulled out a set of clothing which she held lay over the bed. She first handed the boy a set of boxers which Harry quickly put on with a blush. Next she started to dress him piece by piece of clothing till she found her work to be successful.
Harry found himself wearing a white silk shirt much like his new owner, a set of black finely cut pants stuffed into the top of black boots made of a strange type of leather. She tried repeatedly to fix his hair which seemed to resist anything she tried to do. Finally she gave up and looked him over with a bright smile that reached her eyes, "Bello."
The young woman turned after the word which the young man didn't realize meant handsome and motioned for him to follow. He did quietly still confused why all of this luxury seemed to be given to him. He was a worthless freak yet this man paid a million pounds in gold for him. Why would anyone want him? He was had always been told he was worthless by his Aunt and Uncle. Hell he never knew his name till he started school but it seemed for some reason this man wanted him here and wanted to treat him well.
It was these deep thoughts that kept Harry occupied as they walked down the hallways back to the chamber that his relatives had sold him. The door opened up by the maid after the man within notified it was fine to enter. When they came into the room the Duke was seated behind the same desk as before. He looked up from some papers before smiling at the boy. "Please be seated Harry."
The boy walked over and hesitantly sat down on the chair across from the desk. He kept his hands in his lap afraid to touch anything. The older man simply watched the young man studying him closely for a time before nodded his once in a decision. "I hope that you are feeling good with being bathed and clothed. I hope that Bella treated you right. She will be your maid servant from here onwards. Was she nice to you Harry?"
"Yes Sir." The boy answered up quietly.
A slight frown touched the corners of the lips of the noble at the passive young man. But, again it was to be expected when considering what he was living with before. He smiled again to the young man, "Now what you saw my associate Niccolo perform was magic. You performed magic yourself when you blew out the windows, although it uncontrolled."
"What are you saying Sir? Weird things happen to me because I am a freak." The boy asked confused at the statements of the man.
A flare of anger filled the eyes of the man as he stared at the boy till he cowered. The fingertips of the nobleman dug into the tabletop of the desk. He calmed himself and the smile returned as he spoke, "You are not a freak Harry. Your Aunt and Uncle are horrible people who will never be a worry again. You can do these powers for a very simple reason young man. You are a wizard Harry."
Author Note: This would be the start of the story. The general idea is the noble purchased Harry because he needed someone to continue his legacy. He could have a daughter that is crippled and even magic cannot fix it or Harry could become the adopted son. The Duke is a wizard and an assassin and would take Harry as his student to continue his legacy. He would attend Beauxtons instead of Hogwarts but would have his named called out of the goblet of fire. Any thoughts on the idea? Like or dislike? Any interest in a Harry/Assassin Creed crossover?