A/N: What's up dear readers, I'm back by popular demand (popular demand meaning 1 review) to present to you chapter 2 in Assassins Odyssey. So….yeah. That was really all I have to say. Most other authors right lots of stuff here like "and trust me, there will be lots of coolio stuff going on this time, hehe, xoxo" but I'm not most other authors, damnit. Whatever then, back to the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, other than Arcangelo and his story.
After his bump in(literally) with Harry Potter, Arcangelo proceeded to gather his luggage off the ground and board the Hogwarts Express. Taking a train to school seemed childish and pointless to him. I mean really, haven't they ever heard of brooms? Or side-along apparition for the younger students? Taking a train to school made it seem like some fairy tale.
"Though for the new mudblood students, I'm sure that is exactly what this whole thing feels like. A fairy tale." Arcangelo mumbled to himself. "Speaking of mudbloods…"
Arc had just caught site of his third target, Hermione Granger. She was fairly attractive, more attractive then her page in the information packet had made her out to be. He found himself mildly physically attracted to her, but he quickly shook this thought out of his head. No point in getting attracted to someone you must eventually kill. She walked briskly past him towards the front of the train, bumping in to him due to the crowd of people still looking for an empty compartment to sit in.
"Watch it," Arcangelo growled at her.
"And you will do what? Hex me in the middle of a crowded train?" She replied, obviously annoyed.
"What, the mudblood bitch isn't in a good mood today?" Arc sneered. "Are you fed up with all the boys throwing you disgusted looks, or maybe you got into a fight with Potter or the ginger. Or is it just that time of the month?"
Hermione looked furious. "You sure have a lot of guts for a new kid. I've never seen you at Hogwarts before. And how do you know Harry and Ron?"
"Ah, good question. And one that I am afraid I cannot answer. Good day." Arcangelo grinned, bowed, and disappeared into the crowd like a ghost, a skill he had learned in his training. Being able to disappear not just in darkness, but in public places is vital for an assassin.
Arcangelo continued down the trains corridor, glancing in every cabins window, looking for an open one. He finally found one near the back of the train, which was only occupied by a blonde haired teen, who was leaning back into the cushioning of the seat. Arc slid the door open and sat down on the opposite bench from the boy without saying a word.
"Who the fuck are you?" The young man asked.
"I'm afraid that is none of you business yet. Do you mind if I sit here? It really doesn't matter if you do or don't, because I'm not moving."
The boy opened his mouth like he was going to say something, closed it, then repeated the process several more times. He finally brushed a platinum blonde strand of hair out of his eye, and simply stared the peculiar new kid down.
"What's the matter? Can't figure out what to say to someone who has yet to submit to your intimidation tactics? I can tell your not used to that by the way you haven't said anything. By the way, the names Arcangelo. And yours?"
"Draco Malfoy," he said slowly.
"A Malfoy eh? I've heard of your family. Pureblood, dark wizards, richer than all hell?"
"Yeah, that would be us."
Arcangelo grinned. He liked this Draco kid. He was fairly witty, and they seemed to have a lot in common. Such as bullying weaker people, dark magic, American clothing, and rap music. Speaking of rap music, Arcangelo had just begun drifting off to sleep with his ipod blasting Eazy-E when he remembered that he needed to ask Draco something.
"Hey Malfoy, I need to ask you for a favor."
Draco cracked one eye open. He too had fallen asleep. "Yeah?"
"I need you to tell me all you know on Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
Draco grinned evilly, leaned forward, and started to speak.
1 hour later
Arcangelo stepped off the Hogwarts Express, his mind swimming with all the information he had just received. Apparently, his three targets were close friends, as close as friends could get. This would make his job all the more difficult, because there would be less times when one of his targets would be alone. As he mused with who he would kill first, he mindlessly followed Draco to a carriage that was being pulled by a large black skeletal horse. A thestral. He climbed in an once again sat across from Malfoy, because sitting next to him would have been quite awkward. He attempted to turn on his ipod to occupy himself, but it refused to power up. Arc sat there staring at the blank screen like and idiot for several seconds before he remembered.
"Muggle technology doesn't work in most wizarding towns or schools, which includes Hogwarts and Hogsmeade dumbass," He reminded himself. Arcangelo was getting a bit worried, forgetting such small things so early on. What if he wasn't cut out for this assassin stuff? No, he must not think of things like that. Shaking the thought out of his head, he looked out the small window of the carriage. They were at the edge of Hogsmeade, and there was a large gate, with the words "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" printed on the top in elaborate letters. As the first carriages approached the gate, it swung open noiselessly. The crowd of older students stayed in their carriages and continued down the dirt path towards the school, while the first years went off with Hagrid. When Arcangelo first saw Hagrid, he hated him immediately. Any one of that height must be at least part giant, and Arcangelo hated giants.
"Giants are stupid, loud, and barbaric," he had thought when he first caught site of the colossal gamekeeper. "Everything I am not."
The carriages slowed to a stop. Draco exited, so Arc, assuming that they were at the entrance to the school, followed suit. As he hopped out of the carriage, he was pelted with heavy raindrops. It was a dark night, but something told Arcangelo that he was standing in a shadow. He looked up and was barely able to discern the outline of the giant castle that would be his home for most of the year against the cloud covered sky. As he stood in the mud, face to the heavens, a lightning bolt appeared behind the outline of the school. There was a loud clap of thunder, and Arc chuckled to himself. Everything seemed so stereotypical. The dark and stormy night, the giant castle, the single bolt of lighting followed by thunder. Arc wondered if the school was charmed to do that when entering for the first time each year. While he pondered these thoughts, the large front doors swung open to reveal an even larger Entrance Hall. All the students filed in and begun walking towards two large double doors on the right, and Arc had begun to do the same when he was called to the side but a stern looking older woman.
"Are you Arcangelo Guerreiro?" She asked, reading a piece of parchment which Arcangelo guessed had his name on it.
"Yes, that's me," Arc replied.
"And you are new to Hogwarts?" The lady asked, still staring at the piece of parchment.
"Yeah…" Arc said, wondering where she was going with this.
"And you have transferred from Durmstrang?" The woman asked, still focused on that parchment.
"Get on with it…" Arcangelo finally spit out.
The lady gave him a stern glance over the top of her glasses. "I suggest you watch what you say here, for a rude mouth will get you nowhere."
Arcangelo simply nodded, he was done talking for now. Not because he was cowed by here warning, but because he considered her endless questions a waste of breath.
"Well then, it seems that you have not been sorted into a House yet. As you may know, the Hogwarts student body is divided into four Houses. Gryffindor, whose values are courage, chivalry and boldness. Hufflepuff, whose values are hard work, loyalty, patience, and friendship. Ravenclaw, whose values are intelligence, knowledge, and wit. And finally Slytherin, whose values are ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness. If you will follow me, we will sort you into your House, and then you will be free to enjoy the feast with everyone else. And by the way, you may call me Professor McGonagall." With that, she turned around and walked away, apparently expecting Arcangelo to follow her. Which he did.
He ended up following her through several doors and down several corridors. He was just starting to wonder how much longer he would have to walk for when she arubtly stopped. She pointed her wand at a door infront of her, and murmured something that Arc couldn't hear. Turning around, she said, "If you will just step into this room, you will find a hat upon a stool. Sit down and put it on, and the Sorting Hat will do the rest. She opened the door for him, and Arc walked into the spacious room, which looked something like a large storage closet, except the only thing that was there was a stool and hat, just like McGonagall had said. Following her instructions, all the while thinking how weird this whole thing was, he sat down on the stool and placed the beaten old hat on his head. He nearly fell of the stool when the hat began to talk.
"Ah, a new student! Older yes, but new none the less. Let me see here, hmmmm. You seem to be quite intelligent, and wise beyond your years. A Ravenclaw then maybe? We will see, won't we? But you also possess a bit of courage, but not the courage Gryffindor is looking for, I am sure. I have noticed the ambition in you, and the resourcefulness that is not found in most your age. Let us see…Ah yes, I have made my decision. SLYTHERIN!"
A/N: Yep, he's a slytherin all right. But I bet you guys saw that coming anyway. I'll try to update soon. Read and Review please!! Peace.