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Neither Assassin's Creed, nor Harry Potter belong to me.
Chapter Sixteen
The next day was gray. Gray sky, gray water, grey grass, grey everything. It was as if the land felt just as melancholy as the group of nine as they made their way to the boat, their footsteps thudding on the wooden deck. Though they had spent some time preparing, the Death Eaters did not return. Ezio sheepishly let Leonardo out of the cellar, where he had locked him in before the attack. The inventor was quite grumpy, but recognized it was for his own safety.
"If Leonardo da Vinci had been killed in a Death Eater raid," Shaun shook his head sadly, "what would have become of the world then?"
The group stopped in front of the modestly small boat, fitted with a deck and cabin that could fit about ten passengers.
"Tutti a bordo!" A sailor shouted, ringing a bell, "First boat to Venezia!"
"I guess…" Harry said slowly as Leonardo went up to the sailor to give over the papers, "I guess this is it."
"Are you sure this will work, Rebecca?" Hermione asked carefully.
"Positive," the engineer nodded.
"Everyone," Ezio announced, "I wou-"
"Ezio!" Leonardo interrupted the Assassin, who sent him a death glare, "where's your pass?"
The Italian suddenly looked dumbfounded.
"…what pass?" Ezio replied dumbly, turning to the artist in wonder.
"AUGH!" The groan ran through the whole group as realization hit.
"You mean we came all this way to get back," Ron cried, "and we can't go home because Ezio forgot his BLOODY PASS?"
"Hey, hey!" Ezio frowned, "don't worry! I'll think of something!"
"You'd better!" the red head groaned.
The assassin shrugged, adjusting his cape, and set off.
"So when they board the boat," Hermione reviewed, "the animus will reboot."
"Yep," Rebecca nodded, "and we should all be sent back to the apartment."
"Even the Death Eaters?" Harry asked worriedly.
Rebecca shook her head, "Possibly, but there's no real way to know for sure. I mean," she paused, "you guys might just end up where ever you came from."
"Let's hope," Ron grumbled.
"Either way," Lucy said loudly, calling everyone's attention, "this is going to be our last chance to say goodbye."
"I'd rather wait until Ezio gets back!" Leonardo quickly cut in.
There was an exchanging of lifted eyebrows, but nothing was said.
In a remarkably short amount of time the Italian Assassin had returned anyway, with a rather regal looking red head by his side. The two stopped in front of the sailor and the woman inhaled sharply. She then began to scream at the poor man loudly in Italian, and used many words that would…well, make a sailor blush. When she was finished the sailor bowed respectfully and apologies came tumbling from his quivering mouth. The woman nodded curtly and then turned back to Ezio, flashing a flirty smile.
"You can't be serious," Ron moaned, "How can he think of GIRLS at a time like this?"
"He's Ezio," Shaun gritted, "he shares common blood with this idiot." He gestured lightly to Desmond.
"Hey!" Desmond looked offended, but before any arguments could start, Ezio returned.
"It's done," he announced, "we are now free to board the boat."
There was a silence and nobody moved.
Lucy was the first to take a step forward. She approached Harry and locked her icy blues eyes with his crystal green ones.
"I have to admit," she smiled, "at first I thought you were nothing but a stupid, arrogant kid."
Harry laughed, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Ron," Hermione nudged the wizard gently. He gulped, but nodded. The red head approached Leonardo slowly and carefully, but eventually he caught the inventor's eye.
"Leonardo," he began, "I am deeply sorry for what I've said or done to hurt you this past week. I really didn't mean any harm, I just…get upset sometimes," he paused, "Can you forgive me?"
Leonardo looked up at the teenager and for a moment his expression was completely blank. Then he fastened his arms around Ron's shoulders and began sobbing hysterically.
"I think that's a yes," Hermione sighed in relief.
"So," Harry said to Ezio.
"So," Ezio replied, exhaling.
There was a silence while the two men studied each other. While Ezio was the taller of the two he seemed to lack some of the younger man's aura of determination. Brown and green eyes locked. Finally, Ezio spoke.
"You take good care of them," he commented, gesturing to Hermione, who was prying Leonardo off Ron, "I never expected to see such leadership in someone so young."
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "Me neither."
"This is goodbye then." Ezio said, looking away.
"You guys'll visit us sometime, right?" Rebecca asked hopefully, wiping a tear from her eye.
Harry laughed again, "we'll certainly try our best."
"Yeah, and who knows?" Shaun smiled genuinely, "we may see each other in England sometime."
"If you see any other Assassins, say 'hi' to them for us!" Rebecca wailed as she latched onto Hermione.
"Tutti a bordo! Tutti a bordo! The boat is leaving shortly!" the sailor announced again, ringing his bell.
"Give a shoutout to us sometime, Ezio," Desmond told his ancestor jokingly, "we'll hear you."
"You will hear me," Ezio frowned, "but there will be no way for you to reply?"
"I don't know about that," Lucy grinned, "I'm sure Rebecca will figure something out."
"Ezio!" Hermione waved and ran over to the Assassin after finally managing to liberate Ron, "I wanted to say thank you for-"
It was all the opening he needed. The Italian bent down and covered the witch's lips with his own. It was only for a second or two, but the kiss was sweet and beautiful.
"Madonna," he purred.
"He-HEY!" Ron shouted, "you can't do that!"
' Ezio laughed and shrugged, backing onto the boat. Hermione stood rooted to the planks. Leonardo followed in tow after handing out a sufficient amount of hugs and tears. Rebecca cheered and waved as the boat separated itself from the dock and slowly drifted away, the faces of their two friends shrinking in the distance. Slowly the horizon faded away, as well as the docks and the entire group was shrouded in a hot white cloud…
A/N: Italian Translation
Tutti a bordo: All aboard
Madonna: My Lady
