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

Chapter Five

All eyes in the room turned to the Italian Assassin, who grinned slyly. Silence.

"What?" Ezio frowned, spreading his arms, "Is there something on my face?"

"You took down THREE Death Eaters?" Ron stuttered, eyes bulging.

Ezio shifted his weight uncomfortably, "Was I not supposed to…?"

"They're near impossible to kill!" Hermione exclaimed, jaw dropping.

"Well, obviously," Shaun smirked, pushing up his glasses, "Little men wearing black robes and waving sticks didn't do much to stop a full-fledged assassin."

"Oh, shut up, Shaun," Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Tell us the whole thing," Ron grabbed Ezio's arm, causing the assassin to jump, "I wanna know how you did it, from start to finish!"

The now complete group made themselves comfortable in the studio as Ezio recapped his latest adventure (with a few exaggerations of course).

"I see…" Hermione's finger ran up and down her lips thoughtfully. She looked up at the assassin meaningfully, "the first light you saw- the red one? That was a stunning spell."

"Meaning…?" Ezio smiled helplessly.

"If that'd hit you," Harry explained, "You'd have been knocked out."

"That second light, the green one-" Hermione continued.

"Yes, that looked lethal." Ezio nodded.

"That would've killed you." Hermione finished solemnly.

Ezio snorted, "Baggianate, a bit of light? Burning me I would understand, but how could it kill me?"

"Actually," Rebecca frowned, "scientifically…it could work."

"Yes," Leonardo looked equally concerned, "assuming the wand could project any amount of energy-"

"The point is-" Harry began, "What happened to you was extremely lucky and I doubt it will happen again. You had the element of surprise this time-"

"I ALWAYS have the element of surprise." Ezio interrupted firmly.

"Maybe so," Harry replied tersely, "but do not underestimate them. The second you do, you will be dead."

"Are you attempting to lecture me?" Ezio laughed bitterly, "What do you know about me, ragazzo?"

"Nothing," Harry said simply, "But I do know Voldemort and his Death Eaters. And I've lost too many people to their forces to assume that 'a bit of light' won't hurt me." He turned to address the room at large. "As we're obviously all going to have to deal with this for the time being, you should know Death Eaters will not hesitate to kill you- I don't know about Templars, but most Death Eaters volunteered to join Voldemort. Whether it was because they believe in his ideas, or because it was the best way to satisfy their own personal desire to maim and kill varies from person to person." The faces around him had sobered, but a few, including Ezio's, still looked skeptical.

"Alright," the assassin said dismissively, "So they are…prone to violence. They still die when a blade is shoved into their throats."

"Sure," Harry said, frustration leaking into his voice. "If you are lucky enough to get that close without stepping in the path of the Unforgivable Curses they're so fond of."

"Unforgivable?" Lucy asked. Hermione spoke up.

"There are three curses that are so damaging that they carry a life sentence in Azkaban- Wizarding prison- when used on another human: The Imperius Curse- which allows total control of the victim's behavior- similar to hypnotizing; The Cruciatus Curse- which inflicts agonizing pain; and The Avada Kedavra- which kills instantly." Shaun let out a low whistle.

"They believe that people without magical blood or born of non-magic blood are less than human." She went on, staring directly at Ezio, who was lounging in one of Leonardo's chairs, his feet on the table. "Harry's right. Nothing's stopping them from killing you."

"Okay, okay," he said, holding his hands up. "Whatever you say." He rolled his eyes and turned to the artist, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the exchange. "Mi Amico," he said, "Did you say something earlier about refreshments?" he spotted a nearby bottle of wine. "Ah, belissima." The room was tense and silent as he poured himself a glass of red wine. "What I can't understand," he said as he set the bottle down, the anger in his voice thinly disguised, " is this: you forced me to go help out your friends, and when I did just that, you tell me that I should not be engaging with the Death Eaters at all- or did I miss the point?" Hermione's jaw snapped shut with an audible click.

"We… well…didn't mean…" she stuttered before Harry cut her off.

"Alright, I guess we got a little carried away" He said. "And I can see where that seems….inconsistent. We weren't saying that you shouldn't have killed those Death Eaters, and we're not disregarding your help." He rubbed his forehead, trying to gather his thoughts. "We really only objected to you going off on your own."

"That is how I work," The assassin said, coldly. "If you cannot accept-"

"I know," Harry said. " And I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his untidy hair. "You just worried us, that's all." There was a short, awkward silence.

"Alright," Ezio said, his voice genuine. "Wine?" he held up his glass invitingly.

"Sure," Harry said, grabbing his own glass off of the table.

A/N: We begin to see the wine motif. You'll see.

Italian Translation:

Bagianate: Nonsense

Ragazzo/Ragazzi: Kid/ Kids

Belissima: Beautiful

Amici/Amico:Friends/ Friend