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!

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

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

Harry woke up, a fog in his mind. The last thing he remembered was sitting at the clearing until nightfall; then there was nothing. And what really confused him was how he got back home. Did he walk home? Did his family find him? After feeling aches and pains all over, he wondered what happened. A small whimper escaped him. He couldn't remember anything and he was alone. Does my family forgive me? Harry could feel the fear swell in his chest. He didn't understand why he was scared. His fear grew greater once he realized he was shaking.

I want dad… on that thought, Harry quickly stood and gasped as his aches slammed full force into him. He stumbled forward, trying to find his way out of the room. He was feeling a bit claustrophobic and he had tunnel vision. How do I get out of here? Harry started to cry as he thoughts jumbled together and all he could form was dad… where… how-get-out… why… aches? Harry's vision was already poor without his glasses and having tunnel vision, but it got worse when his tears overflowed and leaked.

He had finally found the door to the shack, but he couldn't open it. No, he was too panicked to do that simple task. He started to scream and banged on the door; hoping someone would help him. Hoping someone could comfort him.

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Sky was sitting in Red's lap drinking some coffee. It had been another rough night. Tanner was still blaming herself and their loveable E-Bolt had yet to wake. Shooter was on ends with himself as well. And Red… his lover was caught in the middle; just wanting to kill whoever hurt his nephew but also wanting to stay here and protect him. "Sky, my legs are numb and I'd like to go check on Tanner in the training shack. Maybe Shooter'll be there?" Sky got off his lover's lap and gave him a quick kiss. "I'll go check up on E."

Just after sky said that, screaming could be heard from the sleeping shack. The two of them ran to the shack and weren't surprised when they saw Shooter and Tanner running too.

"Open…DOOR! OPEN!" Harry screamed frantically. The door was rattling as it was being shaken by an obviously distraught Harry. "Did you guys lock it?" Shooter looked at the other three. They shook their heads. "E… Harry! It's not locked!" Shooter twisted the knob and pushed. Harry was gasping, tears streaked his bruised face, and he was also curled up into a tiny ball. Tanner knelt down and pulled her son into her chest, "Shh, you're safe here. Shh…" Shooter started to rub circles on Harry's exposed back. Bruises were everywhere.

Harry quieted down to softly sobbing, clinging desperately to his mother.

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"Harry, sweetie, you need to eat something." Tanner put a piece of bread up to her son's lips. They were in the eating shack, the whole incident happened only a half hour ago. He had stopped crying and stared off into space. Tanner clung to him not knowing inside Harry, he wanted his father to hold him. "Come on. Open up and eat some of the bread at least." Harry slowly obliged, a shaking hand also coming up to grasp the bread while his teeth tore at a small nibble. "Good boy, E." Harry only nodded his head and took another small bite. His throat hurt from all the screaming, and his skin felt raw for some reason that still bothered him.

Shooter glanced worriedly over to his son from across the small table. "E, if you want more food, let us know. And if you need some medicine…" Harry looked over at his father quite pathetically and motioned with his free hand that he wanted him. Shooter gave a small smile, "You want me?" Harry nodded. Tanner carefully handed over their damaged son and stood up, "Alright, well, I'm going to get started on making something. I don't even know what time it is…"

"Okay. While you work on food, I'll take E to the sleeping shack. I'd like to talk to him." Harry's eyes widened and he started sobbing. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said! I was just so angry that I said whatever just came to my head! I didn't mean it, I swear! I love you all! Please don't be m-mad!" Shooter just patted Harry's back as he walked away with him. "Shh, we aren't mad at you. We know you didn't mean it, we understand…" He continued to soothe Harry before placing him on his bed. He then sat down next to him, Harry leaning on Shooter's side.

They waited a few minutes in silence. Shooter was just waiting for Harry to calm down a bit before he started his talk. Harry wiped some snot from his nose before looking fearfully up at his father. Shooter only gave him a reassuring smile, "I meant what I said before – about not being mad at you. We all love you and when you ran off, we at first thought it to be best to just let you cool off. While what some of the things you said you were mighty hurtful, Uncle Sky and Uncle Red know you didn't mean it. More importantly, I know you didn't mean it." Shooter gave him an odd look, "Your uncles and Tanner and I, we were your age once, too. We remember what it was like with our parents. Granted, we really meant it, but we knew you were just angry. Tanner shouldn't have slapped you. But I hope you do realize the importance of her taking your gun away."

Harry nodded. He had thought about it a lot when he was in the clearing. Just thinking about the clearing made him shudder. He didn't know why. He redirected his attention back to his father, "Now, with that out of the way, I need to ask you something… personal, regarding the clearing." Shooter cleared his throat, "E… Harry… um, do you remember anything two nights ago?"

Harry looked up startled, "Two nights ago?!" Panic rose in his chest again. How long had he been out? Shooter looked at him and spoke carefully, "Yes. I just want to know what happened – what you remembered while you were at the clearing."

Harry sighed, "Not much… which is what scared me when I woke up. I didn't know how I got home, I didn't know how I got hurt. I can't really remember a thing except that I was at the clearing thinking things over." His cheeks burned with shame, "I thought about what I had said, and I couldn't really bring myself to come back home right away once I realized how much of a fuck-tart I had been."

Shooter held his breath. Harry couldn't remember. "E, you got hurt. We don't know what happened or who did it…" Shooter couldn't bring himself to tell his already fragile son about his injuries; not even mention the extent of them. Harry's eyes filled with tears, "I still feel like a prick though… what I said to mom… what I said to Uncle Red and Sky." Shooter hugged Harry and rested his head atop his son's. "What was said was said. There is no turning back. But no matter how hurtful your words were, they forgive you. They love you too much to let that get to them. Especially since you were in blind rage."

Harry sniffed, "I ache all over." Shooter lifted his son into his arms, "Let's go to the medical shack. I'll stick on some new bandages, wrap you up like a mummy, and overdose you with medicine. And while I do so, you can tell me in person all about your school."

Harry managed a small smile, wincing slightly realizing for the first time that his lip was busted. Shooter kissed the top of his son's head, "I don't hear you talking…" Harry laughed a little, causing him to cough. "Well, like I said in my letter, there are four houses; Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. I'm in Slytherin, the house where all they sly and cunning kids go. That's also where all the slimy, snotty, little fuck-…" Shooter pinched Harry slightly, "oh yeah, sorry! As I was saying, each house has a head. I forget the heads of houses names, except for mine. His name is Professor Snape. He's a potions master. If I were in school, instead of our medicine, I'd be taking potions to heal." Harry giggled slightly. They had reached the medical shack and his dad was applying some ointment on a cut; it tickled. "The classes are cool. Some have a lot of work and essays, but it is still awesome. There are Potions, Transfiguration…" Harry went off listing all he could. "And I received a lot of detentions, but Professor Snape struck me a deal. He found out I was a really good flyer and told me if I won the Quidditch game against Gryffindor, all my detentions would be forgotten. And guess what? I won! My birth dad was a great flyer too! Professor McGonagall, oh – she's head of Gryffindor – well, she told me that James was a natural flyer too and that my talent comes from him. Personally, I believe that it isn't only just that, but that I had a lot of training with my family to help build my stamina."

Shooter smiled. "See, that school is good for you. Not only are you getting a quality education for your magic, but you are also learning about your birth parents. That's nice. Maybe you can ask the Headmaster if he has anything like pictures of your parents from when they were younger. It'd be nice if he could spare some for you."

"Yeah. Everyone says I have James's hair and that I have my mother, Lily's, eyes. If I had a picture, I'd be able to tell for certain." Shooter smiled as he applied more cream before putting on some extra bandages.

"When I'm talking to the Headmaster, maybe I can ask him if he knows of any other family. It would be super cool if I had grandparents! Or maybe if not, then maybe it would be cool if he knew of any of my parents' friends? Oh man, I can't wait! And it would be awesome if we all could hang out and stuff. This way, you all could learn about magic by hanging with my other family and they could learn more about muggles!"

Shooter just shook his head. Harry was getting back into spirits, which was a good thing.

"I'm done. Do you want to go eat something, or go to bed?" Harry wrapped his arms around his father's neck, "Anywhere as long as I get to stay with you." Shooter smiled, "Let's go see if Tanner is done yet. You haven't eaten anything really and I'm parched."

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"Mom, this is good! I didn't realize that I was so hungry until now!" Harry shoved in another fork full of potatoes into his mouth. His mother had made seasoned, poached chicken with mashed potatoes. Tanner gave Harry a tired smiled, "I'm glad you like it." Harry slightly frowned at his mother. Her voice was too soft and she seemed sad. He didn't dwell on it however. He was too hungry.

Red and Sky looked at Harry. Then they looked over at Shooter who shrugged and put his index finger to his lips to shush them. They nodded in understanding. Harry obviously didn't remember what happened, so they weren't going to remind him.

Kind of like the same belief that if they treated it like it never happened, that it would eventually mean they could get Harry through this. His innocence of the violence would remain intact.

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Harry sighed. The whole two weeks had been a huge blur. He barely remembered anything and he felt very disconcerted about not being able to remember what happened that night in the clearing. It still sent shivers all around his body just thinking about it. It didn't help that he still had many nightmares about the clearing, but he could never remembered what happened then, too. It didn't matter though; tomorrow he'd be going back to school with his parents to see what would happen to him. Possibly he'd be switched to different houses. Expelled even. Maybe he'd have to serve the rest of the year in detention. He hoped that it was two of the three choices… anything but expulsion.

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Okay, sorry this took like, forever! Next chapter will be in school.