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Chapter Five – Drawing first blood
Harry jogged around the compound once, twice, then another time, before hitting the haystack for a morning nap. After at around eight in the morning he headed down for breakfast where he saw Mr. White.

"Hello, grandpa." Harry said. "How are you this morning?"

"Fine Harry. Ready for your special day?"

"My first job?"

"Yeah."

"I am ready."

"Good that was what I wanted to hear. Now what is the motto for us assassins?"

"Always always always always plan your stuff out before you execute anything."

"Good boy, you did your homework last night."

"Yeah Grandpa I did."

"Okay today I have a job for you. Your first blood. The client is Mr. Lucius Malfoy. He has hired us to dispose of Mr. Ernesto. You know who he is?"

"The competitor to Fudge in the race for minister of magic?"

"Good you read those newspapers like I told you to."

"That's right grandpa. I sure did." Harry said as he ate his breakfast.

"Okay, so first thing first, you need to know the what?"

"The layout. So I go into the ministry and track out Mr. Ernesto's patterns for about…?"

"A week should be fine Harry." Mr. White said. "That way you can see his pattern and plan out your route of escape and route of attack."

"Okay, grandpa."

"Now, what next?"

"The attack?"

"That's right. Next up you have to select your modus opperandi. That is your?"

"Mode of operation."

"Correct." Mr. White said. "Sometimes the client selects it for you, and this time Malfoy has selected for you."

"What is it?"

"You have to shoot Mr. Ernesto in the head with a pistol. A muggle one. Remember I taught you that a year ago?"

"I remember grandpa."

"Good lad. Now you sneak up to him, shoot him in the head with a pistol and get the hell outta there." Mr. White said. "How do you do the latter?"

"Get out of there?"

"Yeah."

"I would take a lot of detours to throw off my pursuers and then I would head back over here."

"Excellent. You had a good nights sleep?"

"Yes sir."

"Good that's the number one golden rule."

"Always have a good nights sleep before heading out on a mission," Harry echoed. "I remember."

"Okay, now get into your training gear and-" Mr. White stopped. "I forgot one more thing. You need a disguise."

"A disguise?"

"So nobody recognizes you."

"I get it. Can I make my own?"

"Okay sure. As long as it covers your face."

Harry waved his wand and conjured a green mask with gold feathers running across the sides. "How's this?"

"It will work. I won't come with you on this one, you will have to do it alone. Can you do it?"

"I sure can, I will do anything to be like my parents."

"Good, any questions?"

"Yes, how come it says in the newspapers my parents was unemployed?"

"Just a cover story, lad." Mr. White said. "Just a cover story for their real jobs."

"Oh okay, I see."

"Now get to it."

"Sure, gramps." Harry went to his room and changed into black battle robes. He put on his mask. Then he went back to the kitchen.

"Make yourself invisible when you go scouting. Remember that, okay Harry?"

"Sure, gramps."

"Good luck my boy."

Harry nodded and made himself invisible with a wordless spell. Then he apparrated out to the ministry building which was very big and painted white outside. He entered in and went to the top floors until he saw Mr .Ernesto. He recognized it from the pictures in the newspaper.

Mr. Ernesto was a Spannish immigrant who had come to Britain. He was running for minister and his main competitor was Cornelius Fudge. Harry's job was to take out Mr. Ernesto so Fudge would have clear access to Minister of Magic position. Easy as cake.

He followed Mr. Ernesto around all day and never got noticed. He tracked down Mr. Ernesto's route, and his daily schedule and habits and wrote them down in a purple diary he bought at a muggle dollar store in America on one of his scouting trips with Grandpa. After one week was over, he transfigured himself into a muggle, went to America and bought a .44 magnum with a fake driver's license he had conjured. He apparrated back to Britain and followed Mr. Ernesto around for one more day.

Then when he made sure he had everything right, he walked up to Mr. Ernesto at a coffee shop and took off his invisibility charm.

"Huh? What the hell?" Mr. Ernesto said.

"Good bye," Harry said and took aim and shot Mr. Ernesto straight in the head. Boom, he died, there was lots of blood on the floor. Good thing he was in a coffee shop in muggle London and not in the ministry of magic. This was an easy mission. He apparrated to Hogsmaede, then to London, then in front of the Ministry, then to Poland, then to Russia, then back home to the compound. Mission success!

When he went back in, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, and dead tired, he smiled when he saw Mr. White. "Mission success, grandpa."

"Really? I knew you could do it."

"What is Malfoy paying us?"

"Ten thousand galleons. Easy money compared to more tougher jobs you will get."

"Great. Five for you five for me?"

"That's how we roll my boy." Mr. White agreed and took out a bag of gold coins. He split it evenly on the kitchen table.

"What are you going to buy with your money?" Harry asked.

"Prostitues and hoes, you?"

"Same for me." Harry had taken growth potions so his pecker was long and his hormones were working over time.

"No drugs okay?"

"No drugs, because they rot out your body and hinder your assassination techniques. Only when I retire like you."

"Good lad," Mr. White said and ruffled Harry's hair. "Now let's go to the red light district."

They went to their regular hang out and ordered two French Blondies. They went to separate rooms and had themselves some nice fucks. Then they went to THE ALLEYWAY and got a few weapons and a lot of candy for Harry.

All in all it was a good day, and Harry's first kill too.

Harry rested for about two months, just training and getting back in shape, and of course celebrating his recent success. But then got restless.

"Can I have another mission?" He kept asking Mr. White until he finally caved in and got one more.

"This is not how it goes. You have to relax for at least six months before another one but since you seem so eager I am not complaining."

This time the target was a rich pureblood surrounded by bodyguards twenty four seven. The pureblood's name was Lucius Malfoy.

Fudge hired Harry the Assassin this time. It's funny how karma comes back to bite you.

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