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.

4. Chapter 4

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!

Chapter Four – Harry Potter the Slytherins' Assassin

Warning, there is a graphic scene of rape in this chapter. Please be cautioned.

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It was nearing Halloween and Harry had proven to Professor Snape that he was more than capable of flying. Gryffindor had been easily defeated within the first half hour. Harry could have caught the snitch within the first five minutes, but Flint said to allow the team to make some more points before winning the game. Snape had been happy, or it at least seemed like he was. Harry didn't have to go to detention anymore, which was the best part.

His parents and uncles wrote back to him telling him how they have been missing him and that they hope his studies were good. Tanner had even joked back saying that she had been hassled quite enough by Uncle Sky and Uncle Red so Harry didn't have to worry.

Harry sighed as he looked through his potions text. Professor Snape had assigned a three foot essay on some stupid potion that Harry couldn't even remember anything about. Since he was sitting in his room, everything was quiet. But it was too quiet. Harry stood up and grabbed his text, parchment, and quill and headed out towards the common room. The stone made his steps audible and slightly echoed until he reached a small green rug where the black leather couches were. "Hi Potter." Pansy said sweetly as she took a seat next to him.

Harry looked up, "Parkinson." Pansy shook her head, "You can call me Pansy, you know." Harry shrugged, "Okay… Pansy. I'm kind of busy though, so if you need anything, can you make it quick?" Pansy smirked, "I can make it quick. I need a favor from you." Harry sighed, "I'm not going to ask Malfoy if he'd go out with you. He keeps saying no. Just take that answer and move on. Now if you mind… I have a potions essay to work on."

Pansy huffed, "Fine, be a prick then." She then stalked off to go to the corner of the room to talk with the other Slytherin girls. 'Probably to tell them to never talk to me. That would be for the best.' Malfoy walked through the portrait with Crabbe and Goyle following behind him. "Yo, Malfoy!" The blonde looked in his direction, a sneer placed on his face, "What Potter?" Harry's eyes briefly flickered over to Pansy, "Same question, different day. Tell it to her face this time please. It's incredibly annoying to have to hear her asking over and over to be your girlfriend." Malfoy shrugged and called out, "Pansy, fuck off already." Harry, while not liking Pansy, felt that was a bit too mean. "Happy now?"

Harry gave a disgusted sigh, "Why are you such a fucking prick?" He then stood up and did a stare down with Malfoy. Draco sneered, "Just because you are a faggot doesn't mean you can't at least handle her for me." Harry blanched, "I'm not a faggot. And I certainly am not going to be your little secretary for a little stalking bitch." He then punched Draco in the face, who in turn, pounced on Harry. The two brawled it out until Professor Snape was called in. "I specifically remember telling you both that there was to be NO fighting in the common rooms or anywhere else for that matter. Potter, forget our deal, you now have a detention with me tomorrow night. Malfoy, you have detention with me the night after. Now separate immediately." Snape then turned around, his cloak billowing behind him as he stalked off.

"Good going Potter," Draco spat, "You've gotten me a detention with your muggle crap. I hope you die like your parents." Harry didn't know what came over him. The next thing that he remembered was sitting in Headmaster Dumbledore's office with an angry Mr. Malfoy, a seething Professor Snape, a bruised Draco, and his upset parents.

Dumbledore looked at Harry sadly, "Mr. Potter, would you like to explain to your mother," a snort came from one of the Malfoys, "what happened and why we are all here tonight?" Harry looked down and sighed. Tanner knelt down in front of Harry and forced his chin up so he had to look at her. She was angry, "Harry James Potter, we are all very upset with you. And if I don't get an explanation right now… So help you." Shooter placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. He was standing behind Harry, "Tanner is right. Uncle Sky and Uncle Red… while they are for goofing off… they don't want you getting into trouble at your school."

Harry's upper lip curled and he nearly growled in anger. "It was his fault…" Tanner shook her head, "You hit him first, didn't you?" Harry let out another growl. He was incredibly frustrated. "He told me that he hopes I die like my parents!" Tanner gasped and rounded to Mr. Malfoy and Draco, "Your son is just rotten!" Mr. Malfoy sneered, "Do not question my son, you filthy muggle. And don't you talk to me like we are equal." Her hand inched toward her back, where her gun was concealed. Harry noticed and his eyes widened. Shooter seemed to notice too and stepped in, "Look," he risked a glance to Mr. Malfoy, "Obviously Harry beat up your son badly, but your son was out of line saying that. You at least need to own up to that. And I'm not saying that just because your son seems like a prick and said something nasty, that Harry's behavior was justifiable."

Harry bit his lip, "Don't expect me to apologize. He hopes I die like my parents and obviously thinks low of me. I won't apologize to him. Nothing will make me. I'd rather be expelled from this place and go home than have to deal with an arrogant, snobbish, little rich kid who doesn't know what's good for him." Tanner looked sharply at Harry, "Harry, don't say things that you will regret later. This school is good for you." She turned to the headmaster, "Can't he get his room changed or something? Maybe even a house change. It's obvious that the two of them are just going to keep fighting, and I'm sure Mr. Malfoy wouldn't want his son to be expelled either."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful, his eyes weren't twinkling however. He knew that Mr. Malfoy would demand that Harry was expelled, but he couldn't do that. But there had never been a house change throughout the history of Hogwarts. "Hogwarts has never had a student change houses. But even if Harry were to get a different room in the Slytherin dorms, that doesn't guarantee him and Draco fighting. For the time being, Harry and Draco will be suspended. And while they are, I will carefully debate whether or not Harry should get his house changed or not. Harry, Draco, go to your dorm room and pack your things. You both have two weeks suspension."

The six walked stiffly into the dungeons where all the Slytherin students watched as Draco and Harry packed their belongings. Tanner helped pack Harry's bags, noting how the other witches and wizards smiled smug at using magic to pack.

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"Harry! I can't believe you! You should be thankful Dumbledore didn't expel you. You pulled your gun out at him?!" Tanner yelled. Her hands ran through her hair in desperation, "Why would you do that? I know that Malfoy brat said something pretty nasty, but still! You need that school to learn how to harness your magic! You almost threw out that amazing opportunity to be one with yourself! I've never been disappointed with you until now! Hand me your gun!" Harry gasped and shook his head. Tanner swallowed hard, "Give me your gun Harry. You've lost privilege to it since you so easily pulled it out on a student!"

"Oh, just like how you were going to pull your gun out?! You hypocrite!" Harry gasped as a hand crashed into his cheek. Harry's eyes were wide and his breathing became shallow. His mouth was slightly agape in shock that Tanner would hit him. Flashes of Uncle Vernon poured into his head and tears welled up to his green eyes. He didn't let those tears fall however. He just clenched his teeth together and shakily handed her the gun. Tanner's unoccupied hand covered her mouth. She couldn't believe she hit Harry. She could only imagine what Harry was thinking of. "I hate you and leave me alone, Tanner."

Harry stomped off, out of the kitchen shack. His arms were crossed over his chest when he entered the sleeping shack where he decided to take a nap.

Shooter, Red, and Sky were sitting at the table with a distressed Tanner. "…and I slapped him." Her hands were covering her face and her breathing was haggard. Shooter shook his head, "That wasn't good. Why?" Tanner shook her head, "I don't know what came over me. I was just so angry that he wasn't listening, he just got suspended, and then he called me a hypocrite… it just happened."

"That isn't an explanation. There is no excuse. I'm going to go check on him." Shooter walked out and into the sleeping shack to see Harry silently sleeping; tear streaks on his face. So he knelt down and gently shook Harry awake, "E, wake up." Harry slowly opened his eyes, a frown on his face. "Tanner shouldn't have slapped you." Harry shoved Shooter away, "Fuck off! I know she shouldn't have! I only spoke the truth! I hate you too!" Harry pushed himself off the bed and when Red and Sky walked in and tried to talk to him Harry yelled, "Fuck off you stupid faggots! I hate every last one of you!" He ran after that. He pretended that he didn't see the hurt faces of his Uncles or his father. He pretended that he didn't care. He ran out of the collection of shacks and ran past the run-down homes in the borough. He stopped once he reached a clearing where there was a lake and trees that surrounded it.

Harry decided to sit down and once he did, he felt lightheaded. He said he hated his family, the same people that saved him from an abusive home when they were supposed to kill him too. He called two of those same people faggots. Tears dripped off his face but he didn't attempt to rub them away; he at least owed it to them to show some remorse for his actions. He was ungrateful. How was he supposed to go back there now? How was he supposed to show his face when he pretty much slapped all of their effort and care back at them? Harry hugged his knees to his chest while he cried.

He didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't care. He didn't even hear the man walking towards him, not until it was too late. Harry gasped as a man pushed Harry onto his back. It wasn't hard; after all he was only eleven years old who was defenseless. He tried to scream or do something, but the man that was now straddling him placed a strong and firm hand over his mouth.

Harry could see the man's cold blue eyes. Where the white should have been, was replaced by red. Since it was slightly dark out, Harry couldn't really see the color of the man's hair. He struggled desperately against the unknown guy. His assailant backhanded Harry and then shoved some type of cloth in his mouth so he couldn't scream. Any noise he made was muffled.

His assailant then tore at Harry's pants and took them off, groping over Harry's lower region. Harry could smell alcohol, and it scared him further. His underwear was pulled off and the man undid his pants. Harry's muffled scream tore from his throat as the man roughly tore into him and pulled out only to shove back in. Harry punched his attacker only to be punched back. While he was being violated, the man also decided to beat Harry up badly. He punched Harry, grabbed his hair and slammed his head, and he also bit him. He bit Harry so hard he bled through the teeth marks.

Harry managed to spit out the rag and attempted another raw scream. It came out, but so did some blood. "That's what you get you stupid little boy!" A fist crashed into Harry's face, making more blood protrude from his nose. Harry desperately tried to scream again, but a large hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off air. He struggled, and the tears that fell from his eyes stung any cuts on his face.

Harry's attacker shoved himself forcefully inside again, and Harry's body arched; he was trying to escape the pain. His sobs were silenced with another punch. The vile man on top of him, confident, bit Harry's ear roughly while slamming in as hard as he could.

Only until when the man was spent did he let up off Harry, who was bruised, swollen, and bleeding. "You better not say a word kid, or I'll find you and kill you." The man's deadly whisper fell onto Harry's ears. He whimpered in understanding, before sobbing.

Harry took out the cloth and sorely sat up, blood was everywhere on him. Another cry ripped past him when pain in his bottom shot throughout him. Off in the distance, in the dark, he could hear 'E' being called out. He wanted to call back, but he knew how he looked and he knew that he couldn't face them after what he did to them. How would they react to him now? They'd probably tell him that he deserved to be hurt for being so nasty to them. 'But Mom and Dad aren't like that…' Harry tried to convince himself, but the pain was too much and he passed out.

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"I can't believe it… this is horrible!" was the first thing Harry heard when he woke. "Tanner, it isn't your fault. He's a kid, they get mad, sometimes they storm off… You didn't know this was going to happen to him." It sounded like his mom was crying and that his dad was trying to console her. Harry didn't open his eyes; he had a headache and didn't want to risk light hurting him more. "But if I hadn't taken his gun…!"

"Shh! You did what you thought would be best. Like I said before, you didn't know this was going to happen."

Tanner cried while Shooter whispered consoling words to her; both oblivious to their adopted son's consciousness. Sky and Red sat near Harry. They knew Harry didn't mean what he had said six hours ago, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Red dipped the washcloth back in the water and then squeezed it. Carefully, he dabbed it on some of the bite marks, trying to clean off some of the dried blood. Sky muttered at how some people were sick and didn't know how people could beat up kids or sexually defile them.

Harry groaned when Red put too much pressure on one of his wounds. Any sound that had been going on stopped, "Harry?" Shooter asked quietly. Harry whimpered before trying to curl up in a little ball, only to cry out when pain shot out from every direction.

Red put the cloth down and smoothed out some of Harry's hair, "Shh, you're okay now." Harry started sobbing, "Sorry! I'm sorry!"

Tanner quickly rushed over, "No, no! Shh, you need to rest now. It's okay. We aren't mad, sweetie. It's okay, you're home now." She carefully placed herself resting down next to him and curled up with him. All while whispering sweet little nothings in his ear.

Harry's cries quieted down after an hour, until he was in a fitful slumber. Tanner was resting with him, holding onto him and not letting go. Shooter, however, was furious and was polishing his gun in the weapons shack. Red and Sky were preparing breakfast solemnly.

"Tanner, babe, wake up." Shooter gently nudged at her shoulder. Slowly, tan eyes came into view, "Shooter?" She carefully sat up, making sure not to bother Harry. "What time is it?"

"It's about six in the morning. You fell asleep about four to five hours ago with Harry." Shooter stole a glance at his adopted son, fury present in his eyes. Tanner sniffed as she remembered why Harry was in such a state, "I'm surprised he looks peaceful now. Just before he was crying in his sleep…" Shooter nodded, "Yeah. I'm not sure if we should wake him now so he could eat, or if we should have him eat when he wakes on his own?"

Tanner shrugged, still upset and tired, "We should let him rest. He had a horrible day yesterday. He should rest some more and when he wakes and when he is done eating, I'm not going to argue with him. I just hope he doesn't hate me…"

Shooter pulled her into a tight hug, "He won't hate you. He was mad because of what happened yesterday. I've said it to my parents so many times. You've said it to your brother. You should know by now, sometimes people say things that they don't really mean. You know Harry loves us. And to be honest, he might be angry about not having a gun on him, but he'll see reason after he lets out that therapeutic anger. Just – just don't dwell on it, okay? He'll be fine, and we'll help him through. At this point, we can't hold him for any of his actions because… obviously he's going to be uncomfortable around everyone. Just, yeah, don't think about it too much, just remember that we need to be there for him."

Tanner sighed and nodded, seeing that Shooter was right. But she was damned if she was going to take Harry's gun away from him ever again.

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Okay, I redid this!

Thank you all who already reviewed this chapter, not much has changed in the begining, but the rape scene is slightly more painful and everything after that is new!

To all my new readers... yeah... disregard this messege cause like... you weren't here for the original ch4

But do remember to REVIEW!!

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