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The Master of Assassins	By : fantasyra Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Potter and associated milieu, characters, and situations are owned by J.K.
Rowling and her licensees. This is a work of fan fiction, produced solely for
enjoyment. No infringement of rights is intended. J.K. Rowling owns it all, I am
just playing with the Story.No profit is being made by me, its all J.K's.

Prologue Cont.

�� It took him
a month to get back into shape enough to be where he was at currently without
aid. The night sky over London was impressive from the rooftop of Club Three
and he had to admit, it was a good place to think. He could feel the bass from
the massive speakers through the floor beneath him vibrating his feet, it was
oddly soothing while he tasted the light fall breeze blowing about him.

�� Harry
allowed his mind to drift about as he tried, once again, to get a grip on how
his life was currently shaping up. He should have been at Hogwarts today as it
was September first. For the previous five years he had at this moment had been
sitting in the Great Hall eating with Ron and Hermione at his side. Not now,
nor ever again will that ever be. Dumbledore had taken all that from him.
Dumbledore and the Ministry.

�� Surprisingly
he had been spending a lot of time with Dudley. Turns out he moved out of
Privet Drive a few months ago and had been spending all his free time with one
of his mates. He left to go back to school though a few days ago citing that he
needed some kind of education for his future. Cant be a street thug forever.
Harry shook his head. He still had not gotten over the fact he kicked
Dumbledore�s arse. It was one of the few things that got him to laugh lately.
They had spent the last week drinking in the club to the memory.

�� Robert had
been a man of his word. Dudley and his crew were treated to free drinks,
beautiful girls hung on their arms, and in general became overnight big shots
within the Club. No waiting in line for them, no sir. They had the Bosses favor
and all the regulars knew it, even if not one of them knew why. Harry was
amazed at it all, he personally was treated the same if not better. He noticed
that the staff treated him like he was Roberts�s right hand man. He had his own
booth on the third floor, his own waitress and a pair of bodyguards that
shadowed him through the club. Word had gotten around quickly at Club Three,
Harry was a made man, leave him alone. It only took his bodyguards breaking a
few bones to make that point.

�� Turns out
that Robert�s real name is Taurus Malfoy. Harry shivered; he would have changed
his name too. He was a brother to Lucius Malfoy but was cast from the family for
being a Squib. They denied he ever existed. Robert though was a true Malfoy
through and through and took the Slytherin cunning his family was known for
into the business world and did very well for himself. Once he made enough
money he built Club Three and staffed it with his fellow Squibs. The whole club
had a foot in both worlds, and known in both as well though Harry doubted
anyone but him knew Roberts true identity.

�� Dudley was
right though Robert was well connected. Club Three was actually a front for the
two businesses that were Roberts real claim to fame. The first he called
Financial Aid for the Dogey. He�d give small loans, if you call the sums that
changed hands small, for a small fee. Of course Harry found out that by a small
fee Robert really meant bleeding them dry. If you didn�t pay he�d contract some
of the gangs that where about who wanted to get into his good books to
�collect.� It ran side by side with the gambling. For wizards in his pocket, he
used a group of goblins that took up with him after getting kicked out of
Gringotts. Harry learned that if it could be wagered on, it was, and Robert
normally held the books on it.

�� The other
side of his business was the trafficking in items of questionable ownership.
Harry should not have been surprised; he had seen Mundungus about in Club Three
a few times. Robert mentioned he was trying to pass on Sirius�s belongings. It
took three of Roberts guys to hold him down to stop him from killing the thief
in his club. The only thing that calmed him down was Robert mentioning he would
take care of it. Harry had found that Roberts idea of taking care of things to
be quite effective. Harry was really starting to like effective.

�� In the last
ten years since he had built up his name in the lower reaches of English
society Robert had managed to get his fingers into a lot of pies. Criminals in
both the worlds used his information network, all the wile earning him
�favors�. Robert did not like to call in his favors, but liked to have them
incase he needed them. A few of the other �bosses� though did not like Robert,
which was where Harry came in.

�� The ones
who did not like him where mostly muggles. The way Harry understood things
Robert has been holding his own against them but with Voldemort in the open now
a lot of his clients in the magical world where going dark not wanting to get
caught in the crossfire. What this all meant to Robert was a severe lack of
magical supplies and gold. Harry had an idea that was where he came in.

�� Robert had
done him what he called a solid. All of the potions and such that he had been
using to speed his recovery had cost him a small fortune. Harry had promised to
pay him back as soon as he could get access to his vaults but Robert had other
ideas. Ideas Harry was seriously considering. It solved a lot of his current
problems. Problems like what he was going to do with his life and how he was
going to put coins in his pouch.

�� He was
broken from his thoughts by the feel of someone�s lips nibbling on his ear. He
took a deep breath releasing it slowly at the sensations that started pulsing
through him. He did not have to look to see who it was; there was only one
person who would do that to him, Ishtar.

�� It was not
her real name, but the name he gave her while they where around people. No one
would ever understand them if word got out. To protect them both he started
calling her Ishtar.

�� It took him
a couple of weeks to finally figure who she was but even a few weeks after that
he still could not understand how it was possible. O, he knew how it
happened, but just could not get his head around it. These things only
happen to me. She stopped nibbling on him after a moment and whispered into
his ear while her arms wrapped about him. �What is wrong Master?�

�� He sighed.
Nothing he said or did would convince her to not call him that. �Just thinking.
We have a lot to do and some hard choices to make. Just trying to get it all
sorted.�

�� Harry
continued his thinking while she clutched to his back. �There really is no
reason to go back is there?�

�� It was
silent for a moment before she replied. �The old one has plans for you but I
don�t trust him. He took you away where I could not find you and he keeps his
secrets close to him. Most others are indifferent not understanding why you are
so important. The young ones are mixed. Your woman was hurt badly, the others
not so much but they are scared now. Something is not right about the red male.
I don�t trust him either.�

�� She was
not my woman Ishtar. She was my best friend. I will miss her the most.�

�� He felt her
shrug behind him. �She wanted to be your woman and you wanted her as well. I
have not been able to find her since she was hurt and I fear the worst. I miss
her too, she was always nice to me.� Harry nodded. He knew she fell at the Ministry,
Neville himself was the one who told him she had no pulse. Just one more thing
that made his blood boil. Another reason to turn his back on them all.

�� Harry knew
why he was so important to Dumbledore. The Prophecy. It did not surprise him he
hadn�t told anyone else in the Order about it. Harry though didn�t care. He was
not going to let some crackpot tell him he was stuck with fighting Voldemort
and only he could kill him. The wizarding world lost the right to him being
their hero when they refused to believe him and then threw him in prison for
trying to help them. It was their fault that Hermione�He shook his head not
able to finish that thought. If prison time is the reward for trying to save
their necks, then as far as he was concerned they could all go to hell. He was
done playing the hero.

�� Do you
trust Bob?� Harry had taken to calling Robert �Bob the Wizard� every chance he
got just to rile him up. Roberts�s people cringed when he did but all Robert
did was scowl at him. Harry thought it was hilarious.

�� I have a
good feeling about him. He is not like other people you knew but I think he is
good inside. He wants you to help him but he is willing to help you too. He
does not treat you like the old ones you knew, he treats you like�an ally?�

�� Harry
nodded at the word. Though she was very intelligent she did not know a lot of
the terms or words. They just did not translate well to her but she made the
attempt to understand them for him. �I thought so too. I can�t help but think
that I am trading one set of controlling masters for another.� His hands
clenched and his eyes narrowed. �I wont be controlled by anyone anymore.�

�� He felt her
rub the side of her face against his several times and it worked to calm him
down. �Don�t let him Master. Be his�partner?� Harry nodded. �Partner but do not
allow him to dominate you if it is your desire to work with him. What do you
want?�

�� Harry felt
his face harden. �I want revenge. I want to bleed them like they bleed me. I
want those guards, I want Dumbledore. I want them all to suffer like they made
me suffer all these years. I want the screaming in my nightmares to be someone
else�s besides people who cared for me. I want payback. �

�� Ishtar�s
hands began to lightly move along his chest while she nuzzled into his neck.
�Good, then we want the same things. We will need assistance to achieve your
desires. You only need to choose who you will allow to do so.�

�� It�s going
to be difficult to do with my magic depleted the way it is.� His time in
Azkaban had done something to him. The healer Robert employed was below average
at best but he knew how to keep his mouth shut. Harry discovered that his magic
core had become seriously damaged due to his prolong exposure to the Dementors
and lack of nutrition. He was pretty sure his daily beatings did not help his
situation. His subconscious redirected his magic core from being something he
could employ to do spell work to keeping him alive.

�� The end
result was that because of all the hard work to keeping him alive he was able
to survive greater things now. His bones and muscles where literally flowing
with his magic, but his spell work with a wand had been seriously damaged. So
far he had only been able to do the simplest of spells. However he learned
there where some benefits.

�� The first
advantage he discovered was his increased strength. Now that he was away form
his tormentors his muscles began to rebuild. His magic continued to course
through him, which gave him almost Hagrid like strength. He first noticed it
when he woke from a nightmare and smashed the bedside table into splinters with
his fist thinking he was under attack.

�� Another
thing he noticed was his body was fairly damage resistant now. He did not
bruise easily and it seemed almost impossible to break his bones. He was
sparing with one of Roberts bouncers and the guy had tried to break his leg by
stomping on it but only managed to lightly bruise him. It still hurt like hell
but didn�t break.

�� His mental
defenses where the biggest surprise. He spent so much time trying to block out
the Dementors and them tearing them back down that he had unknowingly built up
almost impenetrable mental shields for his mind. Now that he was away from them
they where able to build up to where they should be. Robert said it was like
his mind was not even there to scan. His mental attacks just seemed to slide
off of him like water off a ducks back. In another month, Harry knew his mind
was going to be unassailable.

�� He reasoned
that not all was lost to him. He was trying to learn a forbidden branch of
magic�s known as Shadow Magic�s. It was the only branch of magic�s left to him
to employ now because of his condition. It required superb physical and mental
conditioning and normally several rituals to prepare the wizard to employ them.
His stay in Azkaban had been all the preparation he needed, and with
Dumbledore�s over powered wand, he was becoming a natural.

The thought of vengeance brought a
dark smile to his face. Half formed plans danced about in his mind but one
thought dominated them all.

Revenge was a dish best served
cold.

xxxxxx

Three months later�

PRISON GUARDS FOUND DEAD

Several months after the strange attack on Azkaban
prison where several of the Wizarding guards of our criminals disappeared we
finally have answers.

��

�� To
recap two months ago Azkaban Prison was attacked by unknown persons who,
surprisingly did not seek to free the prisoners but instead captured and
disappeared by unknown means with five of the prison guardians and the Death
Eater Dolohov who was one of the ones who participated in the assault on the
Ministry back in May. They had been missing since the attack but were found
yesterday after Aurors received a tip to their whereabouts, though the Death
Eater is still at large.

�� Reports
by the investigative forces who found the house where they where held captive
have given details as to their fates however, due to the gruesome nature in
which they met there ends, we are only giving an abridged version.

�� Evidence
shows that each one of the guards had been tortured extensively, and not by
magical means. They showed signs that their captive healed them repeatively,
most likely in hopes to prolong their pain. Lengths of knotted rope, buckets of
salted water, and various bladed instruments where all found on site which
paint the gruesome picture of how these unfortunate souls spent the last few
months they had been missing. Aurors had also found lengths of bamboo, most of
them broken, covered in blood which is believed to belong to the victims.

�� The
only clue as to the identity of the person or persons responsible comes in the
form of several daggers that where found embedded into the foreheads of each of
the victims. Each dagger was identical and the most identifying traits to them
would be the craftsmanship. The handles of each dagger were crafted to appear
as a beautiful young looking woman with flowing, slightly bushy hair. Set into
the Pommel of the dagger was a triangle cut piece of Obsidian, which the figure
appeared to be holding above her. The woman in the design appeared to be
crying. The design is identical to the similar ones found on the bodies of
several muggles who had been killed within the last few months. Muggle papers
have termed this individual as �The Assassin.�

The Department of Law Enforcement has asked that any
with knowledge of this heinous crime come forward. Any information no matter
how small might assist in helping them put the responsible parties behind bars.
They also ask that if anyone knows about or can identify the craftsmanship of
the daggers to also come foreword.

�� Jake
Granger through down the paper in disgust. He didn�t know why he bothered with
reading it anymore. They had walked away form anything to do with that horrible
world months ago after what had happened to his daughter. He should have
stopped reading their paper but could not bring himself to do so. He wanted, no
needed to know what was going on. He
told himself it was just so they could stay one step ahead of them but there
where times he was not sure.

�� He
climbed out of bed making sure he did not disturb his wife. She hadn�t been
getting any sleep for a while now, not since� He sighed. Coffee�best get
this day started then.

�� After
he walked the length of their new home and into the kitchen he stopped cold. He
found himself not alone.

�� Standing
in front of him where two figures. One was dressed in robes of pure white with
matching cloak, boots, trousers, shirt and long gloves. She stood tall and
proud. Her long white hair seemed to shine in the morning light of his kitchen.

�� The
second figure though was dressed all in black; his presence seemed to send
chills down his back. His clothes where so black they seemed to suck all the
light from around him giving him the impression that the figure was made of a
bit of midnight. The only part of him that did not lend to this aspect chilled
him for different reasons. Jake felt his eyes track down to look at his hands.
The part of his lower arms and hands appeared to be in some sort of bracing.
The strange brace continued over his hand and down along his fingers ending in
short length razor claws. He raided his eyes from the chilling sight and back
to where their faces where.

��

�� Both
of there where wearing masks of polished mirror like metal. Instead of faces
all he could see when he looked at them was the reflection of the things in
front of them. There were no slits or holes for their eyes or noses. Just blank
mirrors where their faces should be. He still remembered the first he meet them
over two months ago.

�� He
had been at the height of his emotional distress over his daughter when they
had called at their old house. He had an idea who he was the first moment he
saw him. The tele and newspapers had splashed images of the two of them for the
previous week. The called him �The Assassin�. It was rumored he was wanted for
several high profile murders of people connected within the criminal
underground. People where up in arms over him doing the job of the police,
others vilified him for his actions since the people he murdered where well to
do persons that had only weak links to criminal activities.

�� All
they had on him so far where a few blurred images from security cameras in
areas where the murders took place. No one knows how he got into the high
security areas he did, and no one had yet figured out how he got out. He was a
ghost and Jake now knew why, he was one of them wizarding people.

�� To
say he was shocked would be an understatement of the century. He had no idea
what the hell these two where doing at his house but he reacted foolishly when
the shock had wore off. He had been very unpleasant to them when he first saw
them knowing they where part of the wizarding world but then the dark one said
the words he was desperate to hear.

�� I
know of your loss. I can�t bring her back, but I can bring you�closure. If you
desire�I can promise you when I am done�he will know your pain.�

�� Why? What do I have to do?� No one
in his daughters world had been willing to do a damn thing, the one who his
child was just put in jail for his attack on his daughter. He was told later
that because his daughter was technically breaking and entering of Ministry
property that charges for his assault would not stick.

�� You have to do nothing�I will take
care of it. It is not enough, but it is the least I can do� Because your
daughter was pure and though I know she would not approve, I think she would
understand�

�� Jakes eyes went wide. �Your Harry
Potter�� The one in white turned her head quickly to look at the dark one but
did not say anything. He knew though he was right.

�� It was several moments later before
the dark one spoke again. �Harry Potter died when your daughter was cursed
trying to do the right thing. Harry Potter died in Azkaban. I am now simply
�The Assassin�. You can call me Cloud.�

�� Jake
took in the figures in front of him. A dark hope burning in his chest. �Its
done?�

�� Cloud
nodded slowly. �Are you sure you want to see�it is�unpleasant.� His voice was
just as dead and emotionless as it was the last time he talked to him. Jake
nodded. He needed to know it was done; he needed to know his daughter was
avenged.

�� The
one in white placed a small tripod on the kitchen table and placed what looked
like a crystal ball covered in runes on to it. �When you are ready place your
hands aligning your fingers along the symbols on either side of the globe. The
first memory is�what happened at the Ministry. The rest of them are after
I�acquired him from Azkaban. Those are long as he lasted�quite awhile.�

�� Jake
felt tears falling down his haggard face. �Thank you�� he barley got the words
out of his chocked throat. The dark figure nodded. Jake stood there and never
noticed them leavening. Staring at the magical object left behind by the two
most wanted persons on the planet.
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The Master of Assassins

Prologue Cont.

Three months later�

PRISON GUARDS FOUND DEAD