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Neither Assassin's Creed, nor Harry Potter belong to me.

Chapter Three

Ron huffed in aggravation and kicked his legs off the edge of the building's roof. Behind him he could hear Rebecca's loud and fervent pacing as she muttered to herself. He rolled his eyes- of all the people to be stuck with; HE had to be stuck with a MUGGLE engineer. He was so busy going over the mess of the situation he didn't immediately notice the familiar heads swimming among the crowd below him. It wasn't until the sun glinted in a strangely uncovered flow of bushy brown hair that he began to realize.

"Hey-" He abruptly stood up, a habit, breaking Rebecca from her trance. "That's Hermione down there! And Harry!" At this Rebecca had joined him.

"Yeah, your friends, right?" Rebecca asked quickly, then her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who're those two people they're with?"

The engineer couldn't shake the feeling that they were somewhat familiar. One stood close to Harry, a sullen look on his tannish face. He seemed underdressed for the time period- wearing only a silk undershirt and black leggings. She noted he wore no shoes. The man next to him, grasping his arm and speaking calmly, wore a red beret and cape that sent the assassin tapping the back of her head, willing the memory to surface.

"We've got to get down there!" Ron interrupted desperately, eyes darting from Rebecca to Hermione.

Rebecca opened her mouth to answer when she was cut off by the thump of boots on shingles. The assassin and the wizard whirled around to see a stranger in a white robe with the hood pulled down. Ron's wand flicked out and he aimed it at the figure threateningly.

"Oi, watch it!" The figure hissed, putting its hands up. Rebecca's eyes widened in realization as she laughed.

"Shaun?" She asked amusedly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking," Shaun muttered.

"You know him?" Ron asked bluntly, wand wavering.

"Of course," Rebecca snorted, "You probably don't recognize him in that getup."

"Look, while I'd love to sit up here and chat, I'd really like to be giving a certain pissed-off Italian his clothes back, alright?" Shaun spewed hastily.

Rebecca's jaw dropped, "You mean…" She immediately whirled around and glared at the underdressed man she'd seen earlier.

"You son of a-"

"Yes, no time for that now," Shaun grabbed Rebecca's arm and dragged her towards the stairs, motioning for Ron to follow.

Shaun gingerly held out the folded robe and boots to the indignant assassin, who ripped them out of his grasp violently.

"Thank you very much!" Ezio muttered angrily as he threw on the robe and pulled on his boots faster than the eye could see.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly," she said in exasperation. "We only borrowed them for a few minutes." She turned back to Ron, and opened her mouth to explain. "Rebecca's machine sent us back to-"

"To the fifteenth century, I know" he finished for her. "Somehow I was able to figure that out without your help," he said, but his voice was amused.

"Yes, well, now we're going to have to work out how we're going to get back," Hermione said. As one, their entire group turned to face Rebecca. She threw up her hands.

"Hey," she said warningly. "This was not my fault." Ron rolled his eyes, muttering,
"Not this again."

"Really?" Harry said testily, "Because I don't remember any of the rest of us fiddling with a very powerful machine with circuit connections to the Renaissance."

"That shows all you know, boy," Rebecca said.

"What's that supposed to mean-" Harry started, but Shaun cut him off.

"Fascinating as an inquisition like this may be," he said loudly, "I can't imagine it's helping us get back to the twenty first century, hmm?"

"And we still need to find Desmond and Lucy" Rebecca said.

"There are more of you?" Leonardo asked excitedly.

"Not if we don't find them soon," the engineer said morbidly, turning to scan the street beyond their alleyway. "We've still got Templars and those Death Eater people running around after us."

"Well, staying here is not going to be helpful." Harry said. "We need to go someplace more sec-"

"MY STUDIO!" Leonardo blurted out. The other six turned to face him. "Is available," he finished in a quieter voice. The others exchanged looks, and then Harry shrugged.

"Alright."

The carved wooden door to the studio swung open violently as the bright eyed genius rambled in-coherently in excited Italian. The assorted group of wizards and assassins filed in and made themselves comfortable in the foyer as they discussed the situation.

"I'll go get refreshments!" Leonardo announced, beaming. He disappeared quickly to the back room.

"If you don't mind me asking," Ezio aimed his question at Harry, leaning casually against a windowsill, "where did you all come from?"

"We don't rightly know, honestly," Harry admitted truthfully, "it's important that we make it back, but we should also take care of those Death Eaters that followed us."

"Death Eaters?" Ezio repeated curiously, trying out the strange phrase on his tongue. It didn't sit well.

"Yes, we never covered the whole 'being chased by magical authority' thing," Shaun said irritably.

"It's not authority," Ron snorted, "far from it."

"Gah!" Harry shrieked suddenly, jumping three feet and swatting away a bashful Leonardo, "get away from me!"

"Mi despiaci," Leonardo muttered, eyes darting to the floor, "I just wanted to see that interesting scar on your forehead. Fascinating."

"Bagianate, Leonardo!" Ezio scoffed, "it's no different than mine!"

"Actually there is a story behind the scar," Hermione pointed out, "but that's not why we're here."

"Yeah, why ARE we here?" Ron asked tersely.

"I don't think we should make any moves until we find Lucy and Desmond," Rebecca said, "It'll give me time to think, and otherwise your Death Eater pals might attack them, as they're dressed modernly."

"Well then," Hermione nodded, "who shall we send?"

Unanimously, eyes gathered on Ezio.

"No." He said abruptly.

"He's YOUR descendant," Shaun pointed out.

"NO," Ezio's fist slammed against the wall, "I figure I've done more than enough for a group of strangers!"

"You have more friends?" Leonardo perked up, "Wonderful! I'll go find them for you!"

"On second thought," Ezio shoved Leonardo back in his seat, "I think I can fit it in."

"You won't be able to go alone though," Hermione grimaced, "If Death Eaters recognized you helped us, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"I beg to differ," Ezio raised his eyebrows, "if you think I'm afraid of tiny men in black robes-"

"I never said you were afraid," Hermione pressed hastily, "but one of us should go with, just to be safe."

"I'll go," Harry nodded, standing up. Ezio looked offended, but said nothing. The wizard and assassin headed for the door, but were intercepted by the great Da Vinci.

"I can't come?" Leonardo begged, enlarged eyes brimming with tears.

"No, mi amico, it's too dangerous." Ezio stated simply, avoiding the puppy eyes.

"Please?" Leonardo smiled sweetly.

"Hey, Leo!" Rebecca called hastily, "Wanna see my watch?"

Leonardo broke his gaze from Ezio, confused. He used this chance to escape.

As the door closed, the only sound that could be heard was the chattering of the entranced genius.

"Why I allow myself to be drawn into your affairs completely escapes me," Ezio grumbled as the two men strolled through the Florence streets.

"Are you going to complain the whole time we're out or will you stop to breathe once in a while?" Harry asked, annoyed. "C'mon." he added bracingly, "Aren't you assassins supposed to help others? Isn't that your whole mission?"

"No," Ezio said, dodging a tiny old woman walking past. "We are Assassins. Our mission is to assassinate people. Templars."

"Yes I picked that up," Harry said. "Not completely thick." He squinted around, in the vain hope that he would simply spot his fellow time travelers in the bustling market square. "Well, we can't just spend the entire time wandering around randomly. Let's see. Everyone else seemed to land in places close to…well," he waved a hand dismissively. "You people."

"Eh?"

"Well, we all ended up within a block of Leonardo, right? And Ron and Rebecca landed on your rooftop. Which makes sense, I suppose. The machine was focused on Desmond's ancestors, right? So…" he thought hard. "And, if they landed near us, we would've seen them…" it suddenly came to him in a flash of insight that Hermione would've been proud of. He stopped. "They could be at your house!"

"Scusi?" Ezio said, coming to a halt in front of the wizard. He had been largely ignoring whatever the man was blathering on about. "What in God's name are you talking about?"

"No," Harry said impatiently. "It makes perfect sense." He set off once again. "Where do you live?" Ezio gave him a doubtful look, but took the lead without a word.

A/N: Italian Translation

Mi despiaci: I'm sorry

Scusi: excuse me

Bagianate: Nonsense