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 hadn't been able to remember what had happened to him. No matter how unnerved he was by it, he didn't let it hold him down. Surely if it was something too horrible, he wouldn't have wanted to remember it anyway; and he was more than sure if his family thought it wise, they would have told him. But they didn't; so there was absolutely no reason to worry… right? Harry shook his head. Right now, he was walking alongside his family of four to the gargoyle to Dumbledore's office. His two weeks were up and he was now to know the rest of his sentence and where his housing will occur or remain.

Tanner squeezed Harry's shoulder in reassurance. Nothing would be too bad at this point. If Harry were to return home, he could always train and help out on missions and management. If he were to stay and switch houses, most likely there would be fewer fights. And if, by some bad choice and chance, Harry were to stay in school and still resort to sharing a room with the spoilt one, Harry would need to learn the meaning of building proper character. Tanner sighed; she didn't realize being a mom was so hard… maybe she should go apologize to her own?

Shooter glanced at the two 'uncles'. They persisted that they come; they had been told about Tanner's little "almost-pulling-the-gun" issue and hinted that maybe it would be best for them all to go. Shooter knew, however, they just wanted to see the school. His hand was placed on Harry's head, letting his fingers get tangled in the hair every so often, playing with it. "Ready?" They had reached the gargoyle and were now waiting for Harry's answer.

Harry looked up, his shoulders square, "Yeah. Gonna have to face the music at some point…" Shooter smiled and patted Harry's head, "Lemon Drop." The gargoyle moved and the two uncles started laughing, "Holy shit, that thing just moved!" Harry looked at the two, "Duh. It's called magic. Hence the name of the school – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Sky stuck his tongue out and Red rolled his eyes, "Well, I'll be damned…" Harry chuckled and took his steps, his family following behind him.

Once they reached the top and were granted access, Mr. Malfoy and his arrogant son looked on with disdain. "Ah, nice of you to come and on time! Please take a seat." They nodded, Red and Sky decided to stand though. Slyly, they placed their one hand on their guns – for cautious measures. "Um, Headmaster, this is my Uncle Sky and my Uncle Red." The headmaster smiled, "How nice to meet you. Would any of you like a lemon drop?" They kindly declined, "Okay, to get on with business. Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Harry Potter were suspended for two weeks and are now here to receive the rest of their punishment as well as living arrangement. For the better, I would wish to keep up with tradition. Harry is refused to be allowed for a change of house. So, in light of the fighting, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter will get their own dorms in the dungeons."

Draco smirked, but Mr. Malfoy wasn't pleased, "They disobeyed school rules and you are rewarding them? They each get their own rooms?" His voice was cold. The Headmaster smiled, "I see that there was a misunderstanding in my words. They are not getting their own separate each, but they will be sharing a separate dorm room together."

Tanner immediately voiced protest, "Them being together is what caused all of this. Now I understand that there is a way of things done here, but surely you don't want them together? Harry has a very short temper and I am more than positive that when provoked, that the Malfoy kid would be more than happy to jump right into a fight again. How is putting them together going to solve anything. This is only going to make expulsion a more likely option in the future."

Shooter disagreed, "No, no, I think that this is right. And I'm sure that Headmaster Dumbledore has some more to add that he hasn't spoken yet. I think we should hear him out before interrupting him next time." Tanner huffed, "Fine." Dumbledore smiled, "I had some rules that they would have to follow. And the best part about these rules is that they have an immediate action consequence. What would happen is, let's say the rule was no yelling. They yell, and the immediate action consequence would be for a silencing charm to be placed on them for the rest of the day. And if it happens at night, the next day is when they must carry out their consequence. The best part of this is that even if they do this outside of their dorms, the rules still apply as well as the consequences." Harry looked down sheepishly, "Not yelling isn't really a rule though, right?" Albus chuckled, "I happen to think that yelling helps release some anger. However, if you are yelling at one another within arms reach, the silencing spell will kick in as well as a spell to send you both off at other ends of the room. It will stay in effect once you both have calmed down for the most part."

Harry nodded his head. Draco sighed, knowing fully well that his father was more than likely to agree to the stupid rooming now. Inwardly he groaned, his father had just agreed. "And how about you Miss Tanner?" Tanner bit her lip, "I will only agree once you explain what the rules and their consequences are and if I happen to like them or not." Albus smiled, "Well certainly. The rules are as follows:

No fighting. This is Professor Snape's rule. A room consequence will also be added.

No damaging, rummaging, or stealing the other's personal property or anything of those person's things for that matter. This rule has flexibility. If the room deems it, a consequence for this rule can be applied in other scenarios. And the other flexibility part is that the other person may touch it as long as there is consent. This rule will teach respect of other peoples property.

No name calling or anything that can be hurtful. Mr. Malfoy seems to have a very dark wit and sense of humor that is extremely crude. Since this rule is to be also applied outside, many will now seem to find you more pleasant. And for you Mr. Potter, this will also help for you to not instigate anything. Teasing is allowed, as long as no harm is meant. The room has spells on it to know when there is a light-hearted joke and when there is an ill-tempted one to differentiate.

No one else is to know the password. The only time a consequence will not be given, is when someone over hears. When this happens, a green light will encompass the door. You will walk through it and act normal. Don't look around. After you walk through the door, an orb will appear and you will both decide a new password. It is to be immediately reported to your head of house or to me. Whoever over hear the password, if they are foolish enough to try and enter, they will end up will a very bad case of –well, let's just say it won't be pleasant and it will be obvious to me who heard.

You are not allowed guests inside your dorm. Unless they are family, staff, and/or me. Family is only allowed if the other sharing the room won't mind company. Failure to oblige the other will not only give you a consequence, but your guests. You have been warned.

The consequences for these actions, in order are:

Fighting – results in a special made water hex. You'll be dowsed in water, and much to delight, it can not be dried with magic. Any cuts or bruises, unless life threatening or serious infection, can not be treated with magic. This includes potions of any sort. And it also means that if you have any broken bones or sprains, you'll have to tough it out for three days.

Personal property – results in a serious antler jinx. For you non-magic people, this causes antlers to grow out of the head. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter will have to endure this for one day. The room is on a timer and once the end of twenty four hours is up, the jinx will be lifted. But of course, the other consequence will be a detention scheduled with Filch, the groundskeeper. And you'll be forced under an embarrassing veritaserum test in front of your house. One question will be asked for you to answer. There is a goblet filled with questions from the students and whatever question it is, no matter how crude the question. And you will be forced to answer it. After all, if you are so inclined to know about your house-mate, then why not share some of your own personal information?

Name calling and hurtful remarks – results in a silencing charm on those who speak ill words. Also, three detentions with Filch will automatically be assigned.

Telling the password – Boils will appear on your face. You'll also have silencing charms on yourself. This also applies to the person who you told it to. Another thing I would like to add, if you tell someone to hide and feign as not knowing, the room knows of deceit. Please take that into consideration. Detentions will be assigned with your head, Professor Snape.

The punishment for having guests over that your sharer doesn't want over is this: you and your guest or guests will be repeatedly dowsed in that specialized water hex. This will happen in two minute intervals until that person leaves. Now some are probably thinking that well maybe I can force the other into agreeing, but I have subtly implied that the room is smartly spelled. It knows of deceit.

Now Miss Tanner, do you agree?" Tanner nodded, "That is very thorough and reasonable. Gives me no choice but to agree."

Albus nodded, "Yes, yes, but I must say. There may be more than that if the room sees fit. Anything that is ill intent toward the other, they do have consequences. Those were the major rules. Now, I also must say that there is another rule… this is the biggest of them all. The next rule is that they are to be together at all times. The only time they are allowed separated is when they have separate classes. Other than that, in mutual classes, they must sit together, they must hang out together outside of class, sit together. If they want to hang out with their friends… they must agree – even if that means that they have to have their friends sitting together.

The good thing is, when your friends are together and with you, they must obey the polite rules. Same consequences to them if they don't oblige as well."

Harry and Draco both jumped up, "That's NOT fair!" Harry then proceeded, "My friends are in Gryffindor, they hate Slytherins! And Malfoy's friends are all Slytherin! They wouldn't be able to bite their tongues!" Draco agreed, "My friends despise Gryffindor with a passion! Don't we have a say in any of this?"

Albus nodded and for a very split second the boys were relieved, "You can decide not to do this, but that results in expulsion." Harry and Draco growled under their breaths. They didn't want to room with one another. But they certainly did NOT want to be expelled.

They both answered him, "Yes sir."

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"This is the rare painting of Sir Cladmere Shankes. He was a remarkable squib. While he could do no magic, he possessed the potential of great power. It was never tapped into primarily because he was later to have found a blockage in a magical opening. Turns out, he wasn't born squib but an accident during his mother's pregnancy withheld the magic within. Quite horrible really. Anyway, creampuff and apple strudel." An oak door automatically appeared and opened. All eight of them walked into the room. It was only about three arm spans away from the Slytherin portrait.

They all stared as they saw two queen sized beds adorned with the finest looking dark green eiderdowns. Big silver pillows and body pillows lay on the beds, scattered. Silver drapes outlined in green hung over the beds for privacy. There were two redwood wardrobe closets and cherry-wood desks. The room was very large, rivaling the size of the Slytherin common room. Draco and Harry both noticed that they would have their own bedroom bathrooms. One door had a huge emerald E and the other, a huge silver D.

"I see you both noticed your own private bathrooms. Harry, I have been told that your family calls you E. And Draco, named for Dragons. Fitting, is it not?" Both boys nodded. The room seemed so perfect! "You boys also have two house-elves that are specially assigned to this room and to the both of you alone. No one else is to share these elves with you. Twinkle and Star are their names. Harry you will have Twinkle and Draco that leaves you with Star. Your belongings are already at your beds. I do believe I will be off. Once you are ready to have your family leave, you may walk them to the door. Once they leave, the rules go automatically into effect." Dumbledore pulled out an orb, "I want you both to pick this up later and come up with a password. Once this has been accomplished, meet me in my office. Have a nice day." Albus left, eyes twinkling.

Harry saw that there were many chairs in one nook and upon reaching he saw a very large table. "Wow. This table is about half the size of the shacks, I'd say." Tanner smiled. Red and Shooter sat down, "This room is huge! I would hope to think that something this grand in size, you two kids would be able to avoid fights." Harry shrugged, "Not like we have a choice, unless we want to be expelled or dowsed with water. Oh look," Harry pointed to the wall that the door was on, "All the rules are listed above with their consequences."

"Oh, Saint Potter can see!" Draco exclaimed. Harry shot him a dark look, "Better than you can keep your mouth shut." Malfoy Sr. backhanded Draco's head, "You've obviously learned nothing." Draco glared at his father, "I'm just taking advantage before the rules go into effect." Draco then walked toward his bed and sat on it. Harry shook his head, he is so damn spoiled!

Shooter pulled Harry down into his lap, "You better behave. If you get expelled, don't expect training to go so nicely for awhile." Harry smiled, "Oh, like you can challenge me old man." Shooter and Harry laughed for a bit before Shooter sobered up, "Seriously E, you need this school. It's quite obvious you can't control your magic when you are too excited. At home, its okay, but what happens if it is a mission? If things get too stressing, we as well as you, need to be sure that you won't crack." Harry nodded solemnly, "I understand."

Tanner smiled approvingly at the talk, "Good, good. And of course, don't forget to write us. Oh, I put something in your trunk for you. Thought you might like it to be in there. And for it to stay in there…" Harry smiled at her, but looked at her in confusion. That's when he thought about his gun and nodded. He whispered, "Thank you mom." She gave him a broken smile, something that confused him once more. Why was she so upset lately?

It was nearing dinner time; all of the adults decided that they would part. "Bye Mom, bye dad! I love you!" Harry hugged them both as they kissed his cheek. Red and Sky then pulled him into a hug, "Have fun, but try to stay out of trouble. We love you!" Once again, his cheeks were kissed. "Get home safe!" Harry called out. Draco had been waiting, impatiently, for Harry to finish his goodbyes. "Finally Potter. Would have thought they were dying." Harry looked at him, eyes narrowed, "Unlike your family, mine like to show that we care. But whatever, the rules are in effect now and will affect us if we keep this up. How about we go back to our room and come up with a password?" Draco nodded.

The door automatically appeared before them and they walked inside. Harry picked up the orb and then placed it back on the cherry-wood desk. "Okay, so what should the password be? I think it should be something that we share a common interest in. We both like Quidditch. Obviously, Quidditch can't be our password. So maybe… Seeker-Snitch?" Draco rolled his eyes, "If it is obvious the password can't be Quidditch, then we shouldn't have anything Quidditch related for our password. Honestly! How about we have the password be something that no one else would think we'd call it. Something random. So let's just sit here for a few minutes and think on it. Then when I say time, whatever first came to mind we can either choose one or both?" Harry nodded.

They waited for what felt like forever. Draco finally called time.

"Moonlight" "Shadow"

Harry laughed a little, "I think Moonlight Shadow would make a great password. No one would guess it." Draco sighed, "I suppose. But I would just want Shadow to be it. But I guess having two words would be a fail-safe." Harry rolled his eyes, "Can't just admit you like it." Draco threw a pillow at Harry. Harry stuck his tongue out and threw it right back, "Throw it at me again and I will keep it. And I am more than sure the room would agree that giving it to me again would be considered consent." Draco didn't throw it back, but instead picked up the orb, "Moonlight Shadow." The orb glowed and then disappeared. Harry, acting on impulse ran out from the room and shut the door. He tried to open it, but it didn't open. So Harry smirked and spoke in a whisper, "Moonlight shadow." The door appeared and opened.

Draco looked at him, a pale eyebrow rose, "Was that really necessary?" Harry nodded, "Now let's go to see Dumbledore."

0Dumbledore's0Office0

"I see you have managed those simple tasks! Now, I didn't mention this in front of your families, but there is another rule. You two are to both have an hour saved after dinner where you both will be in the privacy of your room and you are to use that hour and talk about yourselves. You can split that hour however you wish, but the room will know-," Dumbledore was cut off by Harry, "and we will have consequences if we don't do as we are supposed to?" Albus nodded, "Yes. The consequence is that you will be forced into the discussion. Now, to prove that you aren't lying, you will be given a highly mild dose of veritaserum. It gives you freeness to speak, but you won't be able to lie."

The two of them hated this whole thing at that point. They didn't want to have to talk to each other period. "Now, your designated hour will be from nine p.m. to ten p.m. The only way to get out of this is if one is truly sick. And I say truly why?"

Draco and Harry both spoke, "Because the room knows of deceit." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as a huge smile overtook him, "That would be correct young boys. I do believe that dinner is still going on. Go and grab a bite, or you can go back to your room and eat there."

0room0

"I can't believe we have to talk about ourselves! Like you really want to hear all about me," Draco drawled, "Well I know I don't want to hear about your glorious life. Precious Potter, living the most gracious living." Harry frowned, "You know that isn't true. Those books are all lies." Draco put a hand up, "We'll save this discussion for when it is designated. I don't want to know any more of you than I have to." Harry shook his head and called for his house elf, Twinkle. "Yes Master Potter sir? How can Twinkle be of some assistance?" Draco stared at Harry's elf. That elf knew some good language. Harry, completely oblivious to elf-master conduct, smiled, "Hi Twinkle! You can just call me Harry. But yeah, I'm hungry and I was wondering if you can get me something to eat?" Twinkle's eyes were wide, "Master Harry! Surely you don't want a lowly house-elf to be mistaken as your equal?! And what is it that you'd be wanting to eat, sir?" Harry laughed, "You are odd! But okay, whatever floats your boat! Can I have some chicken and potatoes and some apple cider? Maybe a little bit of peas?" Twinkle nodded eagerly, shocked at her Master's kindness, "You is one good Master, Master Harry, sir!"

Draco looked at Harry incredulously, "House-elves do not like to be treated nicely. They actually want to serve us and punish them if they do something wrong." The brunette scoffed, "Right. I'm sure you all just scared them into making them say that. I think that even if they want to serve us, that we should be grateful. I've done my fair share of cleaning and I've been at the mercy of some awful people… it isn't easy." Harry took in large breath, "Shouldn't you be calling your elf for food?" Draco sneered, "Of course Saint Potter."

Harry smiled, "I'd actually think you were being serious if it weren't for the fact that the room hasn't attacked you yet. So I guess you don't really harbor any malicious intent towards me for real with your words." Draco gave a dramatic sigh, "Most of the time. But when you push it, like right now, I do mean it." Harry shook his head. Draco called in Star, and something Harry noticed was that Draco made an effort into treating the house-elf with some type of respect. Inwardly, he smiled. Maybe this won't be so bad after all?

There food was served and they had a quiet dinner. That is, until it came to nine at night. They waited and waited, nothing happened. "Maybe the rule for this doesn't start until tomorrow night?" Harry asked. Draco however, didn't seem to think that. "Harry, I'm going to ask you something, but I want you to try to lie." Harry nodded, "Okay, ask away."

"How did your parents die?" Harry scowled, "That's not a nice question. You and I both know… Oh! Okay, they died in a c-car-c-… they were murdered." Harry and Draco's eyes went wide, "Twinkle!" "STAR!"

The two elves popped up, "Yes Masters?"

The two glared murderously, "Why is it that we can only speak the truth?"

Twinkle answered. It was her master who asked her, "We were given order sir to put in veritaserum in your food because when you finished it should have neared nine at night." Harry growled, "And you couldn't warn us?!" Twinkle started to bang her head on the wall, "I make Master angry! Bad Twinkle, BAD!" Harry's eyes widened, "STOP!" Twinkle stopped and Harry spoke, "Just next time, warn us please?" Twinkle bowed and then she and Star popped out.

Draco groaned, "Okay, well, let's talk since I don't feel like getting forced to speak. So let's start with you. Tell me all about your childhood and how you came to be with adoptive parents. Since you claim that your life wasn't so damn charmed." Harry glared but spoke anyway, "I was left with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley. They hate anything that doesn't go into their description of normal. I was a wizard, they hated me. My father was a wizard, they hated him. And my Aunt hated my mother the most. She was jealous of her. While I didn't understand at first, I finally realized that my Aunt likes praise. I'm guessing my mom got a lot of it after getting her letter. But whatever. Anyway, they'd beat me anytime something 'freakish' happened. They'd call me a freak and they'd tell me that I was worthless.

I was stuck doing all the work, treated like a house-elf. I was so much of a freak; I didn't even get a room. If I was good, I got to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. If I was bad, I'd have to sleep outside in the flower bed. They didn't care if it were raining or snowing, or if it were scorching hot out, or if I were sick. I grew up thinking my parents died in a car crash. I never knew the truth. One day, something went wrong and I can't really remember what I did wrong that day, but it made my Uncle Vernon really angry at me when he got home from work. I think I might have not finished my chore list. He beat me unconscious. I don't know what happened after that, but when I woke up, I was in a strange bed with odd people taking care of me. They saved me and they adopted me.

They forgave me for a lot and they showed me what it was like to have a loving home. Tanner showed me what a good mom is, and Shooter is like the dad that I didn't get to have. They want me to be happy so bad, that they were pretty much telling me that maybe I should ask the headmaster about my mom and dad. See if he has any pictures of them or if I have any other family on my father's side. It'd be awesome if he did. A lot of people say I'm like my dad, but with my mother's eyes. I'd like to see that for myself. You know?"

Draco listened and realized that maybe things aren't always what you seem. It sort of was like a new reality; Harry Potter, the odd life. He always thought that he was doted on and treated like the hero that he was. But they were under veritaserum and couldn't lie.

"I can't say that I do know," Draco's voice was low, "I lived a very rich life. I was spoiled and given everything that I wanted. If I wanted more elves, I got them. If I wanted some money just to say I have it, I'd get it. My mother, however, she wasn't really all that into me. She tells me she loves me, but sometimes, when she looks at me… I know she doesn't mean it fully. I think she only loves me because it is expected of her. It's the same with my father. He just wants to show me off to everyone. He tells me how to act and what to say. He tells me who I can and can not socialize with. This means no 'mudbloods', no muggles, and no blood-traitors. I can only socialize with a half-blood if he or she is of high social status. I already have someone who I am to marry too. I don't even have a say in that. And you know who it is, don't you? Pansy fucking Parkinson. I hate that stupid bitch. Try talking politics and she goes into about how… she has a cuticle problem. Oh crap… I just like name called, didn't I? Unless this doesn't apply when we are under veritaserum? I think we should ask Dumbledore on that when we go see him next."

Harry nodded. He pulled out his wand and checked the time. They only had a half hour left. "How about we start asking dumb questions? Like, what's your favorite color?" Draco smiled, "The funny thing is, it is silver. I'm going to assume yours is green?" Harry allowed a small smile to form, "yeah."

"Did you actually plan to shoot me?" Draco asked after a minute of silence. Harry looked into his hands, "I don't know. I was so angry that you said that. It was not only low, but cheap and mean and cruel. I wasn't even thinking really." Draco shrugged, seemingly fighting with himself, "I guess I'm sorry. I was out of line." Harry nodded, "I'm sorry too."

They really didn't know what else to say. So they didn't speak. They weren't forced to speak either. The room apparently realized that so no consequence was given.

"I guess we should go to bed. Merlin knows how much work we are going to have to do tomorrow." Harry laughed, "Yeah. We were gone for two weeks. And I'm sure that Professor Snape is going to kill me tomorrow for disobeying." After a moment of silence Harry dared to ask, "Do you know why Snape has it in for me?"

Draco, all the way on his bed sighed, "From what my father said, your father and his friends weren't exactly all that good with Slytherins. They played pranks and Snape was their favorite target. I was even told that your dad and his best friend sent Snape into the Shrieking Shack and a werewolf attacked him. Snape was lucky not to be bitten! I think that Snape probably expected you to be like your father and that's why he has it out for you." Harry didn't reply to that, but only turned onto his side, facing away from Draco. He didn't think that was right of Snape. Who the hell was he to judge a kid who never met his father, to act like him?

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Okay! I hope you all love this chapter! I know I promised one reader/reviewer that I'd have this be a time transition, but I do hope you understand this part was important. I do also believe I told you not to hold me to it... so don't be offended! I'm going to try and make the next chapter a bit more of a transition.

I do hope you all realize the difference between AU Draco and the book Draco. This one is going to open up more now that he sees things somewhat differently in this story at an early age. Heehee...

Thank you, please Read and Review! I like comments on the story or if you think something needs to be improved! Oh, or if you see any mistakes, that'd be nice for you to point out (unless they are in the A/N).