Neville's eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, 'When will these nightmares ever end…?' He thought as he stepped out of bed.

When he finished getting ready for the day, he walked over and opened the window and sighed contently as he looked at the sunrise of Isola Tiberina. Neville was glad to say the least that out of all the changes and renovations made to the island; the Assassin Guild had remained untouched and unnoticed. In fact, it almost looked just like the way it did back in the Renascence albeit with a view modern changes to help the place cope against any modern form of offensive.

Having been brought to the order when he was seven, Neville has spent the last four years training with the order. He had progressed far quicker than any other Assassin has ever progressed. It was only yesterday that the eleven year old was promoted from maestro, or master, to assassino, or assassin. This made him the youngest assassin in the order…ever.

Neville was still staring out the window when there was a knock on his door and it opened revealing a man already in his apprentice uniform standing as straight as possible. His face was covered by a mask, "The Mentor wishes to see you," the man said nervously.

Neville looked at him oddly before stepping up closer to him. He observed the man's face that was not revealed by the mask before asking, "Is that you Fabiano?"

"Yes sir!" the man said as if he was just asked by a drill sergeant.

Neville doubled over laughing before saying, "Calm down Fabiano! I might be a full fledge assassin now, but I'm still the Neville Longbottom you trained and taught. I might be a higher rank than you now, but you'll always be my teacher,"

Fabiano smiled and took off his mask revealing a face of a thirty year old man. He was just a rank under Neville as a maestro, or master. When Neville first came, he took Neville under his wing and taught him nearly everything he knew, "Bene, it doesn't change the fact that the Mentor wishes to see you,"

"True, thank you," Neville said as he bowed his head to his old teacher who quickly waved him off. With that, he set off to meet with the Grand Master of the Assassin Order.

On his way there he was greeted kindly by many people who have become like family with him. They grew up with him, taught him, learned with him, and went on missions and contracts with him. He smiled and waved to everyone kindly, he almost stopped to have a conversation with a few people, but he forced himself to keep going since the Mentor would not be happy if he was kept waiting.

When he reached the door to the Mentor's office, he knocked twice, "Enter," a voice said from inside and Neville opened the door and stepped in.

He bowed low to the Mentore of the Assassins, Renzo Auditore, "You called for me maestro?"

The wizened old man turned around, he had a long beard and wore a black version of the assassin uniform. He seemed frail, but everyone knew that under his frail stature was a true man who has killed many people and have saved the society and the people more than once, "Yes, please have a seat," he said as Neville took a seat in front of him, "Now that you're officially a fully fledged assassin, I feel like you should know the truth about your past and what happened to your parents,"

"With all due respect maestro, I thought my parents died in a fire," Neville said.

"That is what we led you to believe, but the truth is that your parents were master assassins, no burning house could have killed them," Renzo said, staring intently at Neville.

"My parents are master assassins?" Neville asked incredulously, "Then where are they? They are still alive right er…sir?

Renzo sighed at this and said, "Yes…they are still alive, however," he paused for a moment before asking, "Neville do you believe in magic?"

Caught off guard by this, Neville answered, "I find it hard to believe that real magic exists, but there is no such thing as the impossible so I can say that I do believe in the existence of magic,"

"Then would you believe me if I told you that you are a wizard and that your parents were also a wizard and witch?"

Neville's eyes grew wide. He was a wizard? No, he was an assassin, nothing more, nothing less. He looked at Renzo and waited for Renzo to say that he was just joking, but the look in his eyes showed that Renzo was serious. Accepting Renzo's word, Neville said, "I trust you maestro, but why does this matter?"

Renzo sighed before saying, "Because a dark witch tortured your parents to the point of insanity with a torture curse when you were just an infant. Your parents have been resisting a dark wizard during the time. We know who she is, but we do not know what her current whereabouts are,"

"Tell me who she-"Neville began asking before he paused, "Wait a moment, we were trained to withstand torture. We were trained to take enough torture to kill over twenty people. How did my parents, two master assassins go insane over a mere torturing curse?"

At this Renzo smiled and replied, "Very perceptive of you Neville, especially in the face of such news. The truth of the matter is that, what I told is what the magic community made the incident out to be. In truth, they were tortured by something much worse, something that any assassin and any being on the planet would be driven insane at the face of it,"

"What could be so terrible maestro?" Neville asked and was surprised when the grand master laughed.

"Terrible? Yes it is indeed terrible. Ironic how wars have been fought and people have killed and erased just so that they could hold this terrible object in their possession,"

Neville began thinking of all the possible things it could be. When he arrived at his answer, he looked at Renzo shocked, "No…"

"Yes…I have strong reason to believe that a P.O.E was used during that incident," Renzo said, confirming Neville's fears.

P.O.E or, Piece of Edens, was artifacts that were scattered throughout the world. These artifacts contained an incalculable amount of knowledge as well as granting anyone who held it, complete control over people. Complete control. It was to the point where that person's very will could be manipulated and changed to whatever the user wanted. P.O.E's have popped in and out of history and were responsible for many events, such as World War II, the Tuskingan explosion, and the death of many leaders and rising of many more.

After a moment, Neville said, "Tell me who this woman is, so I can go a retrieve the P.O.E from her,"

"Ah, but chances are that she does not have to P.O.E anymore, but that her master, Lord Voldemort has it," Renzo said sadly.

"Voldemort….why is that name so familiar?" Neville asked slowly.

"Our contact from London mentioned his name to us about three months ago," Renzo answered.

"Right…then tell me where this Voldemort is,"

Renzo laughed at this, "You may be skilled and strong, but unless you know magic, then there is no chance you can face Voldemort and also, we have no knowledge of his whereabouts since we have mainly acted in the non magical community. Which brings me to this," Renzo said as he opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. He looked at it for a moment before giving it to Neville.

Neville opened the envelope and red the piece of parchment inside it.

Mr. Neville Longbottom

Room above the Ceremony Hall

Isola Tiberina, Rome

Dear Mr. Longbottom

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no longer than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"So…I'm going to be learning magic…" Neville said slowly. In truth, he did not want to go to this school. He would rather stay at his home with his family of assassins and apprentices. Then, however, he began to see another reason, "…and to mingle within the magic community and gather information about Voldemort and maybe the P.O.E," Neville finished.

Renzo smiled as he said, "Exactly. We need to make sure that the Piece of Eden won't be used to cause anymore damage and this is the best opportunity that we have,"

Neville stood and bowed, "Yes, Maestro. I shall leave for London immediately,"

"Hold on Neville," Renzo said, "I have observed all of the missions you have been on and I can tell that you seek to get things done as quickly as possible. However, this world you're about to enter is completely new so I implore that you take your time to learn about your surroundings and in order to be sure that you do that," Renzo's eyes twinkled, "You are not permitted to take any armor or equipment with you except for your hidden blade,"

Neville paused at this, "WHAT? I worked hard to get all of this equipment!" He remembered all the work it took to forge his sword and his knife, as well as all the precision to make his silenced pistol. His armor also flitted into his mind. It was made to protect against bullets, shrapnel, any sharp objects in general, "It took me all my life to get everything I have!"

"You see? You didn't even give me a chance to finish," Renzo said calmly and Neville face grew red. Renzo chuckled before saying, "When you reach the magical community, you are allowed to use any equipment and wear any piece of armor that you can find or make there. Oh and another thing; training with the brotherhood has made your mind sharp, but it has also made your personality quite sharp as well. You would do best to hide your true self when you're amongst the community,"

Neville felt slightly relieved that he was not going to walk in completely unprepared, though he would still missed the equipment he grew up with.

"Yes Maestro," Neville said glumly before he left the office and for London.

A/N: Okay so I know it weird to make Neville an assassin at so young of age, but so that the story can make more sense, just go with it. Anyways, gonna be on vacation until end of July. Will try to update, but don't count on it. Please review and thanks for reading. See ya.