The halls of Hogwarts were silent during the night, the paintings were still, the students were asleep, twisting, turning, and writhing from the nightmares they have received due to the rule of the Carrows. Ever since Headmaster Dumbledore died, the Carrows had taken over and they tortured the students in every possible way. Gryffindor had suffered the most. The dorms had become more like a small hospital for the wounded. Everyone in one of the beds was wounded in some way. However, one of the beds was empty.
Alecta and Amycus Carrow walked down the halls; talking and laughing loudly.
"Did you see that Finnegan boy squirm today?" Amycus asked his sister.
"Yes I did," she answered, "Utterly delightful, though that Weasley girl would have been better suited. I think she'll be my prey tomorrow," she finished smiling evilly. None of them had any idea that their role as the predators was over and that the real predator was stalking its prey.
"Hmm yes though I wish that Potter brat and his lackeys were here. I would love to hear them scream," Amycus said laughing.
"Yes, though the Dark Lord himself would want to torture him," Alecta said cherishing the image of Harry Potter screaming and choking on his own blood.
"Do you think the Dark Lord would reward us for our actions?" Amycus asked.
"Why would he? We're just torturing a few kids. The pleasure of this should be enough," his sister answered.
All of a sudden a metallic klink caused the siblings to swirl around. There was nothing behind them. Another sound was heard, this time to their right. They turned and again, nothing. One last sound was heard and they looked down the hall. Lying on the ground was a silver coin.
Amycus looked at his sibling and said, "Stay back, I'll go take a look," Amycus approached the coin and picked it up gingerly. The coin had an engraving of an eagle on it. Its eyes seemed to stare through his eyes.
"Hey Alecta, come look at this," Amycus said as he turned around. What he saw drained all the color from his face. Alecta Carrow was on the ground. Dead. Blood pooled from her throat and spread around her.
Amycus quickly pulled out his wand and waved it around him randomly, trying to see who killed his sister. He approached his sister slowly. All of a sudden, his field of vision became slightly darker as if there was a shadow over him. He looked to see what the source was, but he saw nothing, but white. He felt a white hot pain in his throat, followed by the feeling of drowsiness as he was tackled to the ground. He looked up to see a hooded figure wearing nothing white and red clothes kneeling next to him; a bloody blade seemingly disappearing back into the sleeve of his hooded jacket .
"I knew this day would come…" Amycus said quietly. An odd peace had fallen over him even though blood was flowing profusely from his throat.
"Do you regret your actions?" the hooded figure asked. His voice sounded familiar, but try as he might Amycus did not remember the name.
Amycus thought for a bit then nodded slightly, "I do… I was scared….scared that my sister would be killed….scared that he would kill me…that I would die…I thought….that I would be safe…" It was all true. He had no idea why, but it felt comforting to speak his last words to his mysterious killer. With one last sigh, Amycus's body went limp. The cut on his throat resealed and the blood disappeared. In a matter of a few second, both bodies were spotless; no sign of damage.
"And now you have only achieved what you have feared," the hooded figure said, "Let death wash away your sins and welcome you into its embrace. Rest in Peace" he then proceeded to shut Amycus's glazed and unfocused eyes.
The hooded man picked up his coin and hastily left the area. He leapt across the roof tops of Hogwarts until he was reached the top of the owlery. There he sat down and watched the full moon over head. At the sound of footsteps, he turned around only to turn back again.
"It is done," he said. Now everything was ready.
He felt a hand on his shoulder "Is it about time?"
"…Nearly…" the hooded figure responded.
"Then…please…tell me…who you are…what made you like this…?"
The hooded man was silent for a long time. Then he raised his hands and removed his hood so that he could be seen clearly. His hazel eyes glistened in the moonlight, "It has been a long time since I have said my own name," he said reminiscing about his past; he then looked at the person behind him who looked back at him in shock. He merely smiled at this and said, "My name is Neville Longbottom. I am an Assassin; and this is my story,"
A/N: Okay here's how this is going to work. This story will be updated every two weeks. Nobody at Hogwarts will be updated every week and another story I'm writing will be updated every month. Now that, everyone understands; what do you all think so far? I am trying to include as little OOC as possible in this. This story will follow canon as much as possible since I want the feel that it was definitely possible that Neville was an Assassin. Anyways, thanks for reading and please review, see ya.