Harry of the Bloody Rose
When the letters arrived it wasn't Hogwarts that Harry found an invitation to, but another school. What will this do to our hero as a new life in a school for Assassins awaits him?
Hi there and welcome back to another chapter of this awesome story! enjoy!
Chapter 5
"So, the Boy-Who-Lived is here," said Fudge, stepping forwards, "As the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, I demand that you release Harry Potter."
"You make it sound like we kidnapped him," said Ozpin, smiling behind his clasped hands.
"Of course you did," said Fudge, "Why else wouldnt he have come to Hogwarts like his parents?"
"Mr Potters name was put down by his mother shortly after he was born," said Ozpin, "It is tradition for his family to at least have the option of attending Bloody Rose. Harry received a letter for Hogwarts and for Bloody Rose, just like Lily did. The difference is, Harry chose to attend here rather than Hogwarts."
"Would it be possible to see Harry?" asked Dumbledore, interrupting Fudge before he could say something stupid.
"Of course," said Ozpin, looking down at his watch, "If I know him then he should be at the sparing rings with his friends at this time. This way gentlemen."
The silver haired man stood and lead the two wizards back into the lift and outside.
"So what exactly is this place?" asked Fudge, looking around.
"Well, this is one of four campuses of Bloody Rose Academy around the world," said Ozpin, "It recruits from the North America and Europe, as well as providing a base for Thorns operating in the same areas. We provide a balanced education of magic and mundane subjects to our students."
"You teach them Muggle subjects?" asked Fudge, shocked, "Whatever for?"
"Only about 25% of our students are magical and the vast majority of the Bloody Rose Organizations clients are mundane as well, meaning that they really need the knowledge to be able to operate properly."
"We really need to get Potter out of here as quickly as possible," whispered Fudge to Dumbledore who nodded in agreement.
Harry was having the time of his life as he clashed with Aria on the sparing field, the two trainee Thorns going at it with enough ferocity that, to an untrained observer, it genuinely looked like they were trying to kill each other. However, that couldn't be further than the truth. Due to the fact that both kids used similar gear, twin guns and twin swords, they had bonded extremely quickly on the sparing field. In fact it was thanks to having such similar fighting styles that the two were able to rapidly overtake their classmates in skills and allowed Harry to go from an untrained child to an extremely skilled fighter in not even a quarter of a year. It helped that Harry was almost unnaturally gifted in almost everything he did, mastering the skills given to him in a fraction of the time it took his classmates. That didn't mean he didn't work hard though, far from it. Unlike some talented kids, the young Potter didn't allow his skills to go to his head and was always looking to improve, constantly training until his hands were blistered and he needed to be carried back to his room. Many of the teachers called him a true genius, having both the natural aptitudes for the skills taught and the guts and determination needed to train and study like a man possessed.
But I'm getting a little of track. The two young students broke apart and leaped back, before opening fire as they sprinted to the side, circling each other, the rounds deflecting of the shield set up around the ring or of there bulletproof uniforms. A moment later, they both leaped forwards and clashed once more, guns locking together as they struggled to overpower one another. Suddenly, Aria pushed forwards, forcing Harry to take a step back. As he did, his foot slipped out from under him, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. The sudden loss of resistance also caused Aria to fall, resulting in a rather precarious situation as Harry tried to catch his friend, even as he himself fell back. This lead to Harry being on his back with his hands on Arias hips as the girl straddled him, there faces about an inch away from each others.
"Well, I'm not interrupting anything am I?" said an amused American accented voice.
The two preteens shot to their feet, their faces burning red as Dick looked at them with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Nothing happened," said Harry, "I just slipped and, well, you saw."
"Yeah, but it certainly didn't look like you disliked being in that position," said Dick.
"But I…" began Harry, only to be cut of by a large amount of KI. He slowly turned around to see Aria with her head down, her eyes shaded by her hair and a red aura surrounding her.
"Bye," said Dick before vanishing, leaving nothing but his grin and echoing laughter.
"You…"
"Oh god."
"PERVERT!"
Harry bolted, his pink haired teammate in hot pursuit.
"I'LL FILL YOU FULL OF HOLES!"
The young Thorn ran, not even noticing as he shot past the headmaster and his guests.
"COME BACK AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!"
"NO WAY, I WANNA LIVE!"
"Oh dear, it seems that Mr. Potters annoyed Miss Kanzaki again," said Ozpin with amusement in his voice as he watched the young girl chase her teammate around the island, yelling threats and abuse as she swung her swords haphazardly.
"Wait, you mean thats Harry Potter?" demanded Fudge, "What are you doing man, stop her!"
"What for?" asked Ozpin, taking a sip from the cup he pulled from somewhere, "They're just kids playing around."
"But shes trying to kill him!" exclaimed the portly man.
"I must agree," said Dumbledore worriedly, "We really must intervene."
The elderly wizard moved to step forwards, drawing his wand, before being forced to stop as Ozpins cane came up in front of him.
"You will do no such thing," he said mildly, but with such an aura of power around him that a Dragon would cower away.
"Now see here..!" exclaimed Fudge, puffing up.
"Quiet," said Ozpin, his eyes gleaming dangerously, "You are my guests here and you will conduct yourself as such, else I shall have you removed. Forcefully if necessary."
"I am the Minister of Magic!" exclaimed Fudge, his face turning purple, "I shall not be talked to in that manner!"
He probably would have continued had the touch of cold steel not landed on his neck.
"High blood pressure is bad for you Minister," said a smooth, sibilant voice in his ear, "Maybe I should lower it for you."
The blade pressed a touch harder, nearly drawing blood before Ozpin spoke.
"Samael, stand down."
"As you wish, headmaster," said the voice as the owner removed the knife and stepped back into the shadows, vanishing without a trace.
"You are in a school meant to train the greatest killers in the world," said Ozpin, "One would think you'd know better than to insult its members. Even the first years could kill you in around 20 different ways with a teaspoon. And one like Samael, the Shadow of the Rose, could kill you before you even knew he was there. You probably never even realise you were dead until someone found your body."
"A-a school for killers?" asked a flustered Minister, "What the devil do you mean?"
"You didn't think the Assassination part of the name was for show, did you?" asked the cane carrying headmaster, "This is the training center of the Bloody Rose Organization, the best private contracting corporation in the world. We provide the best of the best for bodyguards, assassins, private investigators and soldiers. There hasn't been a conflict in the last 1000 years we haven't been involved in in some way, whether openly or secretly. Even the last wizarding War, we kept Voldemort's minions from leaving the British Isles at the behest of the other magical governments and kept the Prime Minister and Royal family safe from at least 100 assassination attempts."
The Minister squeaked in fright when Ozpin mentioned Voldemort's name and Dumbledore was now more worried than ever. This was exactly what he was worried about when he heard Harry was attending another school. Without his guidance, Harry was being led down a dark path. He had to get to Harry so he could remove all of this nonsense from the boys mind and get him back where he belonged.
"I really must insist that we talk to Harry now," said the old man.
Ozpin sighed and glanced down at his watch.
"Oh very well, that should be long enough for Miss Kanzaki to calm down anyway."
Ten minutes later saw Harry stood in the lift heading up to the headmasters office, his honorary uncle at his side, having insisted on accompanying him after hearing from Glynda about their guests.
"Now remember Harry, no matter what happens or what Dumbledore says, your parents wanted you to be happy, whether it was at Hogwarts, Bloody Rose or Yancy Academy," said Remus.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Remus.
"Have you been reading Percy Jackson again Uncle Remus?" he asked, earning an embarrassed throat clearing from the man.
At that moment, the door opened with a ping, revealing Ozpin behind his desk with Glynda at his shoulder and Dumbledore and Fudge sitting in front of the Headmasters desk, the Minister spinning his bowler hat nervously between his hands. Harry stepped forwards, Remus slipping into the shadows to keep an eye on the events unfolding.
"Oh, its an honour to meet you Mr Potter," said Fudge, getting to his feet and moving forwards, hand held out to shake, "Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic for Great Britain."
Harry regarded the hand for a second before shaking politely.
"A pleasure to meet you Minister," he said, his tone flat before he turned to Ozpin, "You wanted to see me sir?"
Ozpin chuckled and indicated to the other white haired headmaster.
"Mr Dumbledore here would like to have a word with you Mr Potter," he said, steepling his fingers.
"Harry my boy, you've had me worried," said Dumbledore, moving towards Harry.
"I'm not your boy Dumbledore," growled Harry, "Now can we make this quick? I'm missing flying practice."
"Yes, of course," said Dumbledore, "I'm here to take you back to Hogwarts, where you belong."
Harry blinked.
"Why would I want to go to another school?" he asked, "I like it here."
"Now Harry, it was what your parents would have wanted," abolished Dumbledore lightly.
Harry just laughed.
"If you're trying to guilt trip me you'll have to do a lot better than that," said the young Thorn, "I think I'll stay right here, with my friends."
"Now Harry, do you really think your parents would be proud of you if they could see you in this school?"
"That was low, even for you Albus," said Remus, stepping from the shadows, "You know as well as I do that Lily and James would have been proud of Harry even if he had decided he wanted nothing to do with magic and went to a Mundane Secondary School."
"Remus, what are you doing here?" asked Dumbledore.
"What do you think, I work here," said the Werewolf.
"You mean a Werewolf works in a school?" demanded Fudge, rounding on Ozpin, "How could you do something so foolish as to allow a monster to be around children!"
"Remus is hardly a monster," said Ozpin, "Werewolves are only dangerous a few days a month and with the Wolfsbane Potion, hes turned into nothing more than a harmless old wolf who sleeps the Full Moons away."
"Now see here..!" said Fudge, puffing up and turning purple once more.
"I think we're done here," interrupted Ozpin, "Samael, show them out."
"It would be a pleasure," said the sibilant voice from right behind Fudge, making the man squeak in fright and spin around to see cloaked form of the Shadow of the Rose.
"Harry, please reconsider," said Dumbledore desperately as Fudge backed away from the intimidating shadow.
"Not a chance," said Harry, already in the lift with the doors closing.
"Well, you heard him , hes not going to Hogwarts" said Remus, "And you can take this as my resignation from the Order as well. Goodbye Dumbledore, the next time I see you I'll shoot you."
He shifted his jacket to show the pistol holstered under it before following his surrogate nephew.
"So what do you think?" asked Ozpin to the shadow sitting in his window a few hours after Dumbledore and Fudge had been thrown unceremoniously off the island.
"The old man is not going to stop you know," said Samael, "He's been praised as the second coming for so long he's started to believe it."
The shadow stood, its cloak flapping in the breeze.
"I should go, I have important things to do before sun up."
The shadow seemed to fold in on itself and vanish.
"Hmm, well you would know that senile old codger best," said Ozpin, "Now, what will your next move be Albus?"
END! I hope that was as good as you were expecting. I think the ending was a little weak. The next chapter will likely be finishing of the First year and moving onto the second, although I cant promise anything cus.
If anyone can guess the true identity of Samael then they get cookies from chibi Aria! Just don't make her mad, K? The only clues I'm prepared to give is that Samael is from the Harry Potter verse and is connected to Dumbledore. I won't even give their gender. I guarantee that no one will be able to get it.
Now, I also need ideas as to what missions I could give Harry and co later when they start going on them. I already have a capture the escaped cat in mind, but I'd like something a little more.
Please leave me a review on the way out and keep reading my stuff!