Harry Potter the Slytherins' Assassin

by SolemnXAngel

ON HIATUS! Harry, taken in by assassins at age8, is given a new perspective, therefore emerging a new Harry. Rated M, HP/DM slash! full summary inside! strong Harry! starts in first year R&R ON HIATUS! - due to rewrite and laptop crashes.

3. Chapter 3

Started on June 18, 2008.
Story by: SolemnxAngel
Rated M for future chapters
Summary: Harry, runs away from home when younger, and is raised to be an assassin and when he is finally found by Dumbledore, a new Harry is emerged. Warning: there is abuse and some strict content in this story, not to mention it will be a SLASH fic. Don't like, don't read! Slash is femm and malexmale please be aware!

Pairings (known): HP/DM, RW/HG, LL/GW, RL/SB/SS, NL/PP, BZ/TN, SF/DT

Story starts from Year One and will work its way from there. It will have some similarities to the original Harry Potter series, but trust me when I say, that this will be nothing like the series! Harry gets sorted into Slytherin.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR WILL I EVER! THIS FANFICTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, AND MY MERE IMAGINATION BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!

Harry Potter - the Slytherins' Assassin

On the train, Harry not only met Ronald Weasley, but had also met a brown bushy haired girl named Hermione Granger. She explained what happened to first years and how they got sorted. Then she proceeded to talk about Hogwarts' history and she had a vast amount of knowledge on the four founders: Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin. She amazed Harry to no end. So he hung on her every word.

"See, I want to be in Ravenclaw. But I also want to be in Gryffindor. Both are very good for choices," Hermione said. Ron agreed to Gryffindor, "It's where all my family is from. I'd be a let-down if I were in any other house." Harry didn't understand what was so bad about Slytherin or Hufflepuff.

"What's so wrong with Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry dared to ask. Both of his newly acquired friends stared at him. "Harry," Hermione started, "Hufflepuffs while they are loyal, they are known to be cowards and pretty much only those who can't be sorted go into there. So it is pretty much an insult to be placed in there." Hermione was interrupted by Ron, "And Slytherins are nasty, vile little creeps. They are sly, and they are cunning and they don't care about loyalty. If one side pays you this amount to stick with them, they take it. And if the other side offers you double, they take that too and they just don't have loyalty. You never know who to trust either. It's all a big web of lies in Slytherin."

Harry gulped. He had been called sly and cunning by his family earlier. Hermione noticed how uncomfortable Harry seemed, "What's wrong Harry?" He looked at her and at Ron and carefully spoke, "My family called me sly and cunning before and I am scared that if I were put into Slytherin, that you both wouldn't be my friends anymore. And you two are my first friends." Hermione looked at him, "Of course I'd still be your friend." Ron looked at him for a little before a determined smile stood out on his face. "I'd still be your friend too! It's not like you sound like how my brothers Fred and George made Slytherins out to be. You're still okay in my book!" Harry couldn't hold back the huge smile that overtook him.

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The Great Hall was beautiful. Floating candlesticks and a magic sky were in the air. Many tables filled with grades two and higher sat. Then most of the teachers were sitting at the head table smiling at them. Harry along with Ron and Hermione stared in awe. "This place is just so… regal." Harry stated.

The headmaster, stood up, "Everyone, I would like you to be welcomed back to Hogwarts. As for the first years, welcome." Professor Dumbledore paused so he wouldn't be unheard through the applause. Once it finished he continued, "Professor McGonagall, if you would?"

Harry saw the teacher who led the first years in take a stool and a hat up towards the head table. The hat broke into a song to everyone clapped to. Then Professor McGonagall spoke, "All first years," her voice broke through the silence, "I would like you to pay attention and when your name is called, come forward and sit on the stool to be sorted." The sorted went forward. Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy sorted to Slytherin. That made Harry really hope he wasn't sorted there. It was his turn, "Harry James Potter." Any chatter that had been, wasn't. Harry felt the entire students' gaze on him, but he refused to show he was nervous. He masked himself.

"Please take your seat." Harry nodded and calmly sat down. His face was void and the hat was placed on his head. The hat spoke to him in his mind, "Ah, Harry Potter. I've been waiting to sort you for many years. It is my pleasure." The sorting hat paused, "You have many admirable qualities to you. You're smart and intelligent. A very important Ravenclaw aspect. Brave and noble, a true Gryffindor. One thing you are not is Hufflepuff. Then there is your slyness. Cunning indeed you are. You'd do best in Slytherin. You don't want to be in Slytherin you say? But you'd succeed best in there. Pure is your blood, you'd do Salazar proud." The hat continued on, arguing with Harry until he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, "What is taking you so long?"

The hat spoke aloud for everyone to hear, "Young Mister Potter would do well in not one, but three houses. He's got intelligence, a Ravenclaw he could be. Brave and noble would place him in Gryffindor. But one house he could far surpass in best would be Slytherin. He's cunning and sly. He's no Hufflepuff. And Ravenclaw would suit him. The question therein lays the problem; is he to be sorted in Gryffindor or Slytherin?" Harry kept his face calm, but inside he was on fire. Judging by the shocked look on everyone's faces, including the teachers, this was new and he just made Hogwarts history.

McGonagall stared and then removed the hat, "Mister Potter, stand by me for the remainder of the sorting. We'll continue with you when everyone else has been sorted." When it was Ron's turn, Harry felt a huge stone sink into him. He was sorted into Gryffindor too. What happens to him if he isn't sorted into there with his newly acquired friends?"

Harry was told to sit back down, so he did. The voice in his head spoke to him, "Back again are we? Gryffindor is where your friends are but in Slytherin you'd surpass by far. I'll always say that. And I say you are in…"

Everyone gasped, "SLYTHERIN!" Harry inwardly winced but still was collected when he sat with the other first years at the Slytherin table. It was quiet for a little before the Headmaster stood up and cleared his throat to begin his opening speech.

Harry looked over to Gryffindor. Ron and Hermione were looking back at him, pity in their eyes. Harry bit his lip, but recomposed himself and shrugged. Food appeared and he slowly started to load his plate. "So, you're the famous Harry Potter?" A girl with brown hair tied into a ponytail commented. Harry looked at her and recognized her as Pansy Parkinson, "Yeah. But don't go around calling me famous." Harry continued to load his plate. She looked at him and her stare bothered him, "Why not? You are famous after all." Harry looked at her, "I can't possibly be famous. I know about what happened when I was a baby, but I only found out what happened and that I was a wizard a month ago."

Those who heard at his table looked at him. Draco Malfoy, who was sitting across from him, lifted a delicate eyebrow, "Potter, you're kidding right?" Harry looked at him and shook his head. Pansy's eyes went wide. "Wow." Draco looked back at Harry, "So that means you've grown up in the muggle world. Shame." Draco then started eating and conversing with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

Pansy still wanted to talk, "Then… stories of you being pampered were lies?" Harry looked at her in confusion, "What stories?" Draco stopped his conversation, "That answers that. You've never really given interviews?" Harry looked over to him as if he were crazy, "For what?" Draco then smirked, "There are stories about the infamous Harry Potter and all give exclusive interviews with your Aunt and Uncle and with little you. Fake is what we now know those to be!" Harry felt angered, "There really are books like that on me?"

Pansy nodded, "I have one in my trunk. You were being pampered. And now that I look at it, your scar and your baby picture scar don't match." Harry shook his head and decided to just eat. He didn't like the fact that he was in Slytherin and he definitely didn't like the fact that people published phony books of him. He had never been pampered up until his new family!

He was acutely aware of silver eyes glancing intensely at him every now and then, but he left it alone. After dinner, the house prefects showed the first years around. "Now," started Slytherin's prefect, "this is our entrance. The password, which is not to be given out to anyone outside of our house, is castitas cruor. That means in all literal sense, pure blood." Some of the pureblooded Slytherins let a smile graze their lips. Harry's drew a thin line, knowing how the wizarding world viewed Hermione. It was of no shock when Harry saw that Malfoy was one of the smiling people.

They all were drawn into the common room and then shown their individual rooms. They weren't really individual, but they were grouped into fours. Harry had to room with Crabbe, Goyle, and to Harry's extreme dismay, Malfoy. They all were once again pulled out into the common room where their Head of House, Severus Snape, stood. "All have a seat. Any of those who do not have duty or are not first years, leave." His voice left no room for arguments.

"There are strict rules to follow. Curfew rules are to be followed. I will not allow any tomfoolery tarnish my house. Respect your elders; in this case, they would be your upper classmates. Homework is to be done and handed in on time. Anyone getting a detention or points taken away will receive extra punishment from me." All the first years shivered at their head's cold tone. "I am not to be bothered by any trivial means. This means any fighting going on in the common room… it is strictly forbidden! Most speculate that I do not take points away from my own house, but oh how they are wrong! They just don't notice. Anyone caught fighting will have fifty points taken away, along with a detention to earn back those stolen points."

Harry could slightly imagine his Uncle. But those memories were all fuzzy now, blocked by the goodness of his new family. "Studying is most admirable and the better your grades, the better your chances." Harry bit his lip, really hating the sorting hat right now. Snape looked over at Harry, "No one is capable of escaping my rules, whether you are of a noble blood, or of… celebrity status."

Some turned to stare at Harry, who hardened his gaze while staring straight back at Snape. His jaw clenched, realizing how much he was going to hate being here. 'I'm really going to miss my family now.' Harry thought glumly. Snape stole his gaze away from Harry and returned to his speech, "You'll find out very quickly that the only ones you can trust and rely on is your own house of Slytherin. People will look down upon you for who you are. Some will question your stance amongst them. The only things to do are stick together and always keep the air around you as if you run the show. With that, my personal quarters are just down to the left outside the portrait. The way to get my attention is a knock on the door. Always come to me for a problem. Good night."

Harry got up and went to his shared room. He pulled out a piece of muggle paper and pen to write to his family:

Dear Mom, Dad, Uncle Sky, and Uncle Red;

I love you all so much and I miss you terribly. On the train I made two friends; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Ron's mom is the one who showed us how to get to the platform. Hermione's parents are both muggle and she somehow was born of magic. She's super smart. She's read all the necessary books for this year, and she read Hogwarts: A History.

We all eat in the Great Hall. It really is grand! There are four houses: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ravenclaw is for the smart studious ones. Hufflepuff is for the ones who can't really be sorted. Gryffindor is brave and noble. And Slytherin is known for its sly and cunning.

It's so cool how we got sorted! There was this talking hat! It sang an opening song and then it would search our minds to see which house we belonged in. Everyone was sorted easily. But I was a problem. The hat couldn't decide where to put me: Gryffindor or Slytherin? It took the hat five minutes before Professor McGonagall took the hat off my head and made me wait for the rest before the hat attempt to try again.

I'm sad to say that my two friends were sorted into Gryffindor. I wasn't. I got sorted into Slytherin. I hate the house. My parents' murderer was in this house many a year ago. Not to mention, my head of house, Severus Snape, is a real asshole. He believes, along with most of the wizarding world due to phony books that I lead a charmed life and was pampered. He called out my celebrity status that I never knew about. I was so pissed off at him! But I had to keep my mouth shut; I didn't want to cause trouble on my first night.

The only good thing is that my friends, while they despise my house as much as I do, they promised that they would still be my friends. I am so thankful for that! I really made friends! I am so excited!

Dad, I have my gift stowed away. So don't worry. Mom, while you may have detested my hair, my friends thought it was wicked! Uncle Red and Uncle Sky, I miss you both a lot! I hope you are giving mom a hard time! Otherwise, I'd be severely disappointed to come home to having to work overtime to get her stressed out again!

I love you all and I hope Hedwig finds you well.

Good luck with your missions!

Love, your son and nephew,

E-Bolt

Harry reread his letter and then smiled. He'd send this out tomorrow before classes started.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Malfoy's voice came behind him. Harry turned around from his seat and looked at him. Crabbe and Goyle flanked behind him, arms crossed. "I just finished writing a letter."

Malfoy scoffed, "To whom? I thought you had no family!" Harry's eyes widened at the hateful remark, "I do too have a family. Maybe not by blood," Harry spat out, "but they have been taking very good care of me since I was eight." Malfoy didn't look the least bit fazed, "Muggle using? Pathetic Potter! We are in the wizarding world, we don't use muggle contraptions!" Harry stood up, glaring hatefully, "I was raised by muggles, so I do!"

The two of them faced off like that before being pulled apart by none other than Snape, "I thought I just made myself clear a half hour ago… There was to be no fighting." Harry's face was scrunched up in anger, but he didn't speak. Malfoy didn't look like he cared. "Potter, you have a detention with me for the first week. It starts tomorrow." Harry's eyes widened, "But sir! Malfoy is the one who started on about my family!" Snape glared and before leaving, "Starts tomorrow at eight pm sharp!"

Harry huffed before putting the enclosed letter away in his trunk. He then changed, not caring that the other three were in the room, before going to bed. Malfoy glared at Harry, but said nothing before doing the same. Seeing their little leader was getting ready for bed, they hopped to it also. Nox turned the light out and all was quiet that night.

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Harry quickly rushed to the Owlry to hand the letter to Hedwig. "And remember not to nip at them, please!" He smiled and then looked down at his schedule. Boy was he in for a day.

Potions, he found out, was a lot like cooking. Ingredients, stirring, a pot of sorts, and heating; he was horribly amused. Professor Snape put out a good show, and much to his dismay, the good show turned out to not only star Snape, but he himself. His celebrity comment the previous night was replayed for Gryffindor too.

Later that day, Harry learned about flying. Then he saw the actual broomsticks and had to hold back his laughter. 'Muggles, while not sure of the existence of this world, they sure have some things right!'

Madame Hooch had to go off to talk with another professor that Harry had not a clue who. Malfoy, seeing as how both adults were occupied, stole something of Neville Longbottom's. It was something called a remembrall and before any of the first years knew it; Malfoy was in the air with it. Harry bit his lip and got onto his broom, "Malfoy, give it back."

Malfoy sneered, "Oh, savior Potter! I totally surrender!" Harry's eyes hardened and he bent forward, chasing a now flying Malfoy. The chase went on forever, and Madame Hooch was calling for them to 'get down this instant!' Malfoy suddenly stopped and then smirked, "You want this back, go fetch!" He then threw the remembrall and Harry raced for it. The remembrall was losing air and was headed for the ground, and Harry still dove for it. He caught it!

Once Harry landed, a steaming Malfoy huffed. "You two, over here IMMEDIATELY!" Madame Hooch roared. Harry quickly handed the remembrall back to Neville before running off to the flying teacher.

"You both have blatantly disregarded my authority and the rules! Twenty house points from Slytherin each! And if memory serves me right, that means you have a detention scheduled with your Head. Potter, follow me please, REST OF CLASS DISMISSED!"

Harry swallowed thickly. He followed Madame Hooch anyway, not knowing where she was taking him. When he noticed the dungeons, he panicked. 'Oh no! I'm really in it for Snape now!' He inaudibly groaned. "Professor Snape, may I have a word with you and your Quidditch team captain?" Harry's panic for a moment subsided in confusion, 'Quidditch?'

Professor Snape saw Harry and instantly sneered, "Flint, this way." Harry looked down, knowing that Snape was mad at him. "What seems to be the problem?" Snape drawled out. Flint stood there, eyeing the scene. "Two of Slytherin students were flying after I specifically told them not to; both were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy." Snape's upper lip curled upward in distaste. "Potter and Malfoy lost twenty points each, and so I am here to schedule their detention with you. Also, I wanted to borrow Mister Flint here because I think I found him a new seeker."

Marcus Flint looked up at Madame Hooch, surprise quickly being replaced by the original Slytherin mask. "And who would that be?" Madame Hooch smiled, "He's right here, Harry Potter."

Both of the Slytherins looked at Harry. Snape spoke, "He is only a first year." Madame Hooch nodded, "Yes, but while he was up flying, he seemed to have a knack for catching things and he seemed to also be a natural. Flint, if your Head allows it, I would like you to take the time to now take Harry for a test drive. Also, explain the rules of Quidditch too."

Flint softly sighed, "Come on then, Potter." Harry looked at the two Professors before nodding and following the older student. When they reached the pitch, Flint turned to look at Harry, "Okay, so what do you know about Quidditch?" Harry bit his lip, "Nothing, sir." Flint sighed and closed his eyes, obviously annoyed, "Well you see this is…" Harry nodded as Flint went over what each ball was and how the game was played. He then explained all about the snitch and how it would be Harry's job to catch it. "But that is ONLY if I deem you worthy enough to be on our team. You are only a first year after all." Harry nodded in understanding.

"Well now, get on your broom and show me what you can do." Harry nodded meekly before getting onto a school broom and flying off. "I'm going to release the snitch and I want you to go and get it." Harry yelled back, "Okay!" Flint smirked thinking that Harry couldn't do it and released the snitch. It only took Harry five minutes to impress the older year. "You aren't on yet, but first practice is tomorrow night. I want to see you catch that snitch again, but this time you are going to have to be more aware of the other players." Harry gave him a small smile, "Yes sir, thank you." Flint nodded in approval. "I'll be sure to tell Professor Snape, see if he will let you have your detention another time. Perhaps making the team and winning us a game will erase it?" Harry nodded, not sure what else to say.

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Later that night, Harry stood outside of the Potions classroom. Hesitantly, he knocked. "Come in," could be heard, so Harry opened the door and then quietly shut it behind him. "Potter," Snape looked at him for a moment, "You are to sit down at this table over here and organize my ingredients." Harry looked over at the table that had various things on it and nodded.

He walked over and sat. Harry looked and saw an open text book showing illustrations of what was what and he sighed with relief. He didn't know what half of the ingredients were! With another sigh he began to work.

Half way through the detention, Snape spoke, "Flint tells me that you are indeed an adequate flyer." Harry paused and looked up at his Head, "I don't know. He said that I was good enough but he wanted to test me out with the team tomorrow sir." Snape, who hadn't looked up, did, "I know. So instead of detention with me, you will go to practice. If Flint decides you are good enough to be on the team, all of your detentions will be forgotten. However," Snape's gaze hardened, "your detentions will be made up if you do not play well in the actual match against Gryffindor. It is the first game of the year." Harry realizing his predicament only nodded. "You may leave when you have all of the ingredients categorized."

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Okay! So, this was longer than a week, but that is because school started! (I know, I'm an excuse-maker-upper!) But, alas, it is true, but better late than never!! Hope you all enjoyed it

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