First Year

Ron's Pov

I got on the Hogwart's express, and began searching for an empty compartment, where I could begin planning.

My first assignment! I was so excited, and more than a little nervous. My assassin agency, Dark Moon, had trained me to be one of their finest, and I could not let them down. Though, I have to admit, killing one of the most famous wizards in the world seemed like it might be hard…

Good, I liked a challenge.

Traditionally, an assassin's first assignment could last years. My contract would expire in about seven years, plenty of time to get the job done.

The biggest stymie was that I had learned a protective agency, White Star, had sent an agent to stop my attempts, though there was no sign of him or her, yet.

I continued looking for a compartment. Unfortunately, all of them were full, so I made my way over to a compartment that contained only a scrawny boy looking out the window.

"Do you mind?" I asked, sliding the door open. "Everywhere else is full."

As I went too sit down, I introduced myself. Better to make friends than enemies in my line of work.

"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasly."

"Oh, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

You're kidding me! It's this easy? But, to be sure…

"Do you really have the, the, the scar?" I whispered, playing my part as a typical kid.

He showed me his scar.

Now, to catch him off guard…

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I pulled out my wand as he went to get something from his bag.

"Anything from the trolley dear?" A voice rang out. I shoved my wand down into my pocket.

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Later I was hit by a stroke of genius.

"Fred and George once showed me a spell to turn him yellow, want to see?" I said of my pet rat.

"Yeah," he laughed.

I lowered my wand, discretely pointing it at him.

"Avada Ka-"

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Hermione's Pov

I rushed down the corner. If my tracking spells were correct, the assassin had already found Harry. I just had to hope he didn't recognize him, or I would have already failed.

I saw them in the compartment. Saw the redheaded assassin point his wand. Saw him begin to mouth the words…

I burst open the door.

"Has… anyone… seen a toad?" I blurted out, trying to cover, "A boy named Neville's lost one."

Embarrassing. But, I had done my job. He would never kill Harry in front of a civilian, which he though I was.

"Oh, are you doing magic," I asked casually. "Let's see it, then."

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Ron's Pov

Great, civilians.

"Ahem, sunshine… daisy, buttermellow… turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" I improvised, wildly. As I expected, nothing much happened.

The civilian smirked. Witch.

She then went on and on about how smart she was.

"For example," she said. "Oculos Repairo."

To my shock, I saw a spell appear around my target. Not just the repairing spell, but also a spell that made direct hits against Harry hard for my wand, and the killing curse impossible.

Well shoot. Guess I met the White Star agent.