AN: Got this idea to write a Desmond Miles/Harry Potter ship from the fanfic, Hide and Seek by molmcmahon. Who I got her permission to say that his work is inspired by that brilliant piece.

Will also be dedicating this fanfic to Lillycatdani11. She has done a great job with giving me ideas and pushing me on this idea so that I could write the chapter and post it.

Enjoy!

~NicoDiAngeloLover7


Tempting Fate – Chapter 1 (An Idea)

Desmond wasn't sure why he decided this was a good idea. But he figured that escaping to another country would help deter the Assassins that were still looking for him. If it weren't for the close call he had back in New York, he probably wouldn't have pondered on the idea. He had never been so thankful for the Eagle Vision that had detected them and hid. He couldn't believe it had already been two years since he escaped from The Farm. But he figured that was due to him being so used to looking over his shoulder that time simply escaped him.

Desmond couldn't help but thank his luck that he was still so young. It definitely aided him in escaping detection. Most people didn't expect to be looking for a fifteen-year-old and it was easily enough to blend into the crowd. That was one skill he was thankful he had retained, the ability to blend into the shadows and crowds. Essentially almost become invisible itself, it was very useful indeed.

And that's where it brought him, a boat heading to England. Sneaking aboard was easy enough as he would occasionally act like he was trying to find his parents. There had been no questions asked about if he didn't belong there. Everyone he came across seemed to be under the impression that he was. It suited him just fine, the further away from the Assassins… the better. And he doubted they would expect him to head to another country. Any way to be away from the Assassins and his father.

And Desmond almost found himself bored while he was on the boat. He didn't think on how long it may take to reach England. And it was already on week two, he just hoped that he would reach land soon. Being on the boat for so long was driving him crazy. And if he got detected, there wouldn't be much room to make an escape. And he wasn't going to trust diving into what was most likely, icy, cold water. He was trying to escape, not place his death one step further than it needed to be.

It was almost half a week later before they finally reached land. So, Desmond couldn't help but let out a huge groan.

The man next to him chuckled, "You are not the only one glad to reach England. Though I imagine your mother would like to know where you are."

Desmond went red in the face, "I got too excited… she's somewhere back there."

The man nodded, not realizing the lie he was going told. "Comes girls, I imagine you will want some food after being on there for almost three weeks."

Desmond breathed in a sigh in relief, "he had not expected the conversation. It had put his nerves on edge. He didn't hesitate to join back into the crowd as they docked the boat. He wasn't sure exactly where in England he was at, but he was positive he could find out.

The boat docked onto a pier and he found a sign nearby. It read, Welcome to the Worthing Pier!" Desmond didn't doubt that this was a popular location, though he imagined there were several places that the boat could have docked at. But he wanted to get away from the sea and more inland. How far… he didn't know yet.

The sunset that was setting behind him was gorgeous enough. He didn't take but one glance at it while he moved with the people. The pier was quite packed, no doubt this was a tourist location, besides being a place that boats and ships docked at. The boat he had been on wasn't much, it was one of those that was used to haul people over the ocean.

He didn't dare try to ask for rides further in the country. Maybe if he was older, it wouldn't look so suspicious. But he was still a teenager and still looked like one. He didn't think it would be too much of a problem. He had use trains and subways before, New York was notorious for them. And it wasn't that hard to sneak into one. Even if he had to pay, he had some money on him, and he could always pickpocket the people around him.

Desmond didn't really pay much attention to what he was doing. He probably should have as it could have caused him to get caught. But he had been through the process of sneaking into stations and trains, that it came almost second nature now. He knew the times that were best in New York, so this he was going to have to leave it up to chance.

Desmond looked around him, the train was already crowded, but he didn't let that bother him. He did his best work while in crowds. He had a dark glower in his eyes, he remembered feeling suffocated and wanting an exit back in South Dakota. Not to mention that his father could be a right bastard most of the time. The scar on his lip was a right good example of that. But he couldn't help revel in the feeling being able to hide when surrounded.

He quickly lost track of time by the time he snuck out of the train and jumped on the next one. Clapham Junction, which seemed to be even more crowded than the last one. It was easy enough to ignore the people's antics. But he was antsy enough that he wanted off at the next station and maybe explore England a little bit. The night was already dark enough, though he had no perception on the time.

It was easy enough to sneak out with the crowd, most of them were already in a hurry to get to wherever they were going. Though he spotted a sign above his head, "Woking Station." The name seemed familiar, as there were a few cities he had heard of, but never been to.

Desmond frowned; the station looked pretty old. Making him wonder on how long the station had been around. Though he did catch a glimpse of a nearby map. There weren't many people by it, so he took a chance. He took a moment to focus and spread out his Eagle Vision and they all appeared blue. He sighed; it was a good sign where he didn't see any red. Otherwise, he would have just come back later to take a look at the map.

Desmond had a small smile; he was good enough distance from the sea. And he noticed that he wasn't that far from London. He definitely knew of that city, most people did, even those that lived overseas. And if history told their stories right, the Assassins had made their mark there back in the 1800s. Who knows who had it under control now, he had never been privy to that information. He didn't know if he would make his way there, eventually… It was good to keep on the move and not stay for very long. But if there was a sanctuary there, it may not be a good idea to get close.

There was a city that caught his attention, Surrey. He even used his eagle vision on the map, and it showed up golden. It almost made him jump back, he had never seen anything appear gold before. What did that mean?

He already knew that red meant they were his enemies and blue were allies or regular people. There had even been a time that the Assassins he knew appeared blue. But that had changed once he escaped, they now appeared as red. As if reading his mind that they were known his enemies or something.

Desmond sighed, that meant he needed to head towards Surrey, for whatever reason. He just hoped that he would know soon.


Desmond found it easier to just walk, since Surrey wasn't that far away now. Definitely much closer than it was back in Worthing. He didn't even want to imagine how long it would have taken to walk from there. Probably a good few days' worth at least… He grimaced at the thought, even though he was used to walking for hours on end. It was doing quite a bit of damage to his sneakers. He would need to have a replacement soon. But he figured he could worry about that later.

He didn't know exactly what to expect when he came to a nearby park. He had almost thought it to be deserted. But then spotted a raven-haired boy in extremely baggy clothes. They looked to be almost falling off him. He wasn't sure what to make of him. He almost was going to keep walking until a glimpse of his vision saw fire.

That made Desmond stop in his tracks and jerk his head around. And sure enough, there was a bush lit up on fire. Was that boy playing with matches or something?

He took a deep breath and tried to focus. It used to take all of his focus to be able to use Eagle Vision, now it was no effort. But he still had to focus somewhat.

His jaw dropped; the bush that was currently on fire was lit up gold. What was going on?

"You!" Desmond shouted at the boy.

He watched as the boy jumped, obviously caught off guard.

"You made that catch fire," Desmond said.

It sounded both a statement and question, obviously wanting answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It was on fire when I got here," the boy defended.

Desmond noticed the smaller boy looked nervous but pushed on.

"You're lying. It wasn't on fire a minute ago," Desmond's eyes narrowed.

This boy was hiding something, but he wasn't lit up in red. So, he wasn't an assassin or enemy… It was weird… he was also lit up in gold…

"I lost control," the boy mumbled.

"You lost control?" Desmond repeated.

That's when the boy actually looked at him and Desmond had never seen a brighter green.

That's when the boy cursed, "Oh… your muggle… I'm going to be in so much trouble…"

"Muggle? How about you start making sense…"

The boy sighed and looked around him. There was still nobody in view except those two. And the fire on the bush was already going out. He didn't think it would hurt to explain who he was. Maybe he was like himself… He just didn't realize it, considering there was no sign of a notice being sent out. Like last time…

Desmond didn't dare to interrupt this boy… this Harry… as he spoke. They had exchanged names shortly after Harry began his tale.

"So, you're telling me… that what you did was magic… but you lost control?" Desmond asked, still feeling baffled.

Harry nodded, "when I'm feeling high amounts of emotion… I tend to lose control…"

"Maybe that's why I saw it as golden…" Desmond muttered.

"Gold?" Harry asked, interested.

Desmond was at a lost, he didn't know how to explain it.

"Uhh… It's a certain ability I have. Usually it's good for finding enemies and my allies. But somehow I can see the magic and it looks gold…"

The explanation sounded weak to Desmond's ears, but it seemed Harry took it all. And what more… he believed what he was saying.

"Tell me about this… Hogwarts. Is it a school?" Desmond asked.

Harry grinned at that, "It's a castle in Scotland. I go there to learn how to control my magic."

Desmond gave a faint smile, "sounds interesting…"

Harry's eyes brightened, "it really is! I'm supposed to leave for it next month."

That's when Harry started to explain the classes that he was in and what each class did.

"The school remains hidden?" Desmond suddenly asked.

Harry nodded, "and protected by enchantments and wards. I've never known a more guarded place." He never said it was the safest place… clearly remembering his first and second year. It wasn't quite safe those years.

Desmond looked wistful at the thought. He wondered if any of the Assassins would be able to breach that school? Though it were possible that if there were Assassins in this country, they could be a witch or wizard like Harry was. But he doubted they would have heard of his name, least he hoped they hadn't. That sounded like the perfect way to hide from them.

"Not that I mind the company, but I figured everyone would be back home at this hour…" Desmond said before cutting himself off.

Harry glowered at that, "my relative's sister is there, and I rather not be there."

Desmond noticed that Harry's tone was sharp, and he evidently didn't want to be questioned about it. He could understand that, maybe that was why he was wearing such poor shaped clothing. He wondered if that meant that those so-called relatives didn't like him? He already seemed really thin, thinner than he was at that age. And he had been on the run from his family and the Assassins.

There was still the lasting curiosity of wanting to see this Hogwarts. He doubted that he probably could go, he didn't have magic as far as he knew. He was an Assassin and he had never heard about magic or magic schools before now. But that didn't mean it wasn't possible. And it was obvious that someone without magic probably wouldn't be able to go there. But that didn't mean the temptation and want wasn't there. And from Harry's description of the castle, the halls, stairs… it was a sight to behold. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to walk down those halls. Would that mean he didn't have to look over his shoulder then? That would be a dream in itself?

"Obviously, you know why I'm here. What about you? I've never seen you before and I've lived here for years," Harry asked.

Desmond shook his head, "you wouldn't understand."

Harry stared defiantly at him, "try me."

Desmond snorted, "fine… I ran away to get away from my controlling parents…"

Harry looked stunned at that; it definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting. He wasn't sure what he was expecting honestly.

"And I doubt you would have seen me before, I'm not from here."

Harry rolled his eyes, "that I could tell. Your accent is weird."

"Its American…"

Harry gaped at him; he knew the accent was different. Though he seemed quick to catch on his words. Almost copying the accent, but he didn't expect that. Granted he had never been to the America's, the Dursleys would never take him anywhere. Not wanting to ever find enjoyment, only misery. He just didn't expect for him to be that far away, though his clothing was a bit weird. Maybe it was an American fashion? Or was it because the Dursleys kept him so out of the loop, he didn't really know what the style was now. The outer jacket he was wearing looked comfortable enough. And the jeans were familiar enough, though it looked like a different type of material than he was used to seeing.

"No need to be shocked—" Desmond cut himself off.

"Desmond?" Harry asked, suddenly unsure.

Harry looked at his new… friend… he didn't have really any in the muggle world. He was definitely better than the current company back at the Dursleys. But he was slowly beginning to worry. Desmond suddenly tensed up and had a look of fear in his eyes. He wasn't sure why and it was starting to scare him. Desmond had mentioned a special vision, did he see something he couldn't?

"You need to hide!" Desmond demanded; his voice desperate.

"Desmond… what are you talking about?" Harry asked confused.

"No time… GO RUN!" Desmond's voice demanded.


AN: The image is the moodboard that was created for this fic. Not claiming any rights to the images used for the moodboard. That goes to its respectful owners.

~NicoDiAngeloLover7