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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
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just playing with the Story. No profit is being made by me, its all J.K's.

Chapter 1

�

�� He stood
bathed in the light of the full moon on the balcony of his flat while
overlooking the London Night listing to the pulse of Club Three across the
street. Four floors below the ever-present line stood with hopefuls� hoping
they had enough juice to get admittins to the hottest, most jumping club in
city. Harry�s mind though was elsewhere. He was melancholy from his visit with
the Grangers the day before. He felt no closure himself, no sense of wrongs
righted, no rush of pleasure in revenge. He simply felt cold. He only hoped
that Mr. Granger found some peace from Harry�s deeds. Harry himself felt
nothing.

�� His flat
use to be the oversee�ers office for the large warehouse that comprised the
three of the floors below him. Now it served as storage for Roberts ventures
that where not too hot to be kept around in the open. It was spacious once he
took out a few walls. He had a kitchen, bedroom, common room, and study. It was
all pretty sparsely furnished but he did not mind. He had all he needed as far
as material things went.

�� Part of
him, the part that was the old him, hoped Mr. Granger would not view the
memories he left behind. It took him three weeks of focused effort to brake the
Death Eater. During that time he felt alive, he felt the fires of vengeance
course through him. Now that feeling was gone and he felt empty. He needed that
feeling again. Fortunately they�re where plenty of people on his shit list. He
just needed to get his hands on them, and he knew he was not going to be able
to get them on his own.

�� He felt the
arms of his lover encircle him and roam over his bare flesh before he felt her
lips on his ear. He leaned into the touch; it was one of the few things that
pushed back the melancholy. �Are we still going to see the broken one tonight
Master?�

�� Yes. He�s
most likely to give me what I want as well as pass on anything to both the
Order and the Ministry.�

�� He moaned
softly as she nibbled on his neck while her hands wandered over his chest and
stomach only just brushing against his exposed nether regions. �We should
prepare to leave soon then Master.�

�� He groaned.
�I would rather stay here like this� you make it go away.�

�� Her hands
ceased roaming for a moment so she could hold him tightly. �I am always here
for you Master. After we tend to the broken one we can go see your allies, the
games you play relax you and I can watch the people on the floor below.�

�� Harry
sighed but nodded. �Alright. Make sure you take the guns this time. Just in
case.� He caught her frown a bit out of the corner of his eye.

�� When do
you think Robert will have the things that make them quieter? They hurt my
ears.�

�� Harry
chuckled. �Soon he said. You need them though; they are your only weapons. I
can go alone if you don�t want to use them.� He smiled at the reproachful look
she gave him for his suggestion. �Didn�t think so. Come on, the sooner we get
this done the sooner I can get a drink and a game.�

�� He felt her
withdraw from him and he turned himself to walk into the room that held his
working clothes. He dressed in his trousers, shirt, robes and cloak. Once done,
he picked up the first of the claws and began strapping on his hand and arm.

�� Claws.
Is there a particular reason why you want me to contract �The Smith� for
claws?� Harry had his back to Robert staring out the window from his office. He
had agreed to be what Robert called his Sotto Capo, Button Man, and Enforcer,
under his terms though. He told Robert that he would do the jobs he wants, and
those jobs only. Harry had no problems putting Criminals in the ground but he
refused to hurt anyone he considered to be innocent. He had no desire to take
out any law enforcement personal, as far as he was concerned they where just
doing their jobs. If Robert was stupid enough to let them catch up to him, he
deserved to be caught and thrown in jail. He was, after all, a fucking criminal
in the eyes of the government. Nuff� Said.

�� Normal
Wizards are poor-fair duelers. Most can hold their own and lets be honest, the
average Death Eater wins only by numbers and the willingness to delve into the
darker spells. I have no intention of dueling anyone. First, I cant. I don�t
have the magical ability anymore. Second, when you get close and start going
toe to toe with them you take away their ability to use their wands
effectively. In close I have the advantage of superior strength. Third, people
start panicking when something starts tearing them to shreds. Panicking
inhibits spell casting, which leads to frailer to cast spells, which leaves
them open to be killed. I have no intention of dueling anyone; you are paying
me to kill. You are not paying me to make a fair show and be flashy. Last, my
shadow abilities allow me to manipulate shadows, travel through them, and even
attack them now. No wand required, now that I have consigned the remaining
portion of my magical core to the magic�s, I can control them with my mind,
will, and intent. Claws give me an advantage against all but the most prepared
Wizard.�

�� I think
you are underestimating your abilities. You have Dumbledores wand and from what
the Grenderl said, it has added quite a boost to your magic core.�

�� That�s
why I keep it on me and use it when I need to. If you want some kind of fancy
prancing duelist, contract your nephew Draco, I am sure the little pillow biter
would be more than happy to work for you.�

�� He looked
up from the claw he had just fitted to his right arm to see her walk into help
him. He could get one on with no problems but required her help with the other.
It took a few moments before he grunted that it was secured correctly. His wand
was secured into the hidden holster below his left arm where he could pull it
if he needed to. So far it has not happened yet.

�� Ishtar
began running her hands through his hair and pulled it back to tie it in a
strip of black silk. The ponytail she fashioned for him reminded him of the
first time he saw Lucius in his second year. With her help his mask was placed
over his face completely concealing his identity.

�� Robert
had been silent for a bit while Harry continued to look out into the London
night. �I take it there is another reason for the mask than to just hide who
you are?�

�� The
masks he wanted he knew would be difficult to make or get. He wanted the face
to be polished to such a finish that it looked like liquid quicksilver or a
mirror. From his perspective it would not hinder his vision, unlike the Death
Eaters he did not want any eye slits or holes for his nose. Harry�s vision had
the mask being able to allow air to pass through along with his sight
unhindered while being completely solid to anyone looking at it from the front.
�Yes.�

�� Several
moments passed in silence. �Alright I�ll bite, why?�

�� When I
come for them I want them to imagine every sin they have ever committed, every
crime, every pain they have inflicted on another and know they have chosen the
wrong path in life and are now paying the price. I want them to die with only
their own fear in their eyes and hearts for company� When that moment comes
where they know they are going to die, that moment when they know all hope is
lost, I want the last thing they see in this life to be the terror they have
inflicted on others returned to them before I send their black souls on to the
next life.

I want them to feel what their
victims have felt. Fear, terror, anguish, pain and to face the black utterly
alone knowing they have only themselves to blame.�

Robert shuddered. �Sweet Mother
of us all� You�re a sick fuck you know that?�

Harry shrugged still looking out
into the night. �We each have our little idiosyncrasies.�

�� He could
see the .45�s in the hip holsters on her waist, the only things on her person
that was not white washed. He nodded, they where ready. Ishtar grabbed a hold
of his arm as he called forth the powers he was learning to master and without
a sound or warning they sunk quickly into the shadows of the floor disappearing
into the quasi plane of darkness.

xxxxxx

�� Thunk,
thunk, thunk� With a thought his magical eye spun about quickly looking
for�whatever it was he sensed. The hairs on the back of his neck where standing
at attention letting him know something was wrong. With his normal eye he
surveyed the living room of his house finding nothing out of the ordinary.

�� His wards
where still up, he could feel them humming in the air about him. He turned his
head one-way and then the other before his magical eye finally found what he
sensed. Alaster �Mad-Eye� Moody pulled his wand walking to his front door.

�� Out side
where two people just outside of his wards looking at his house. He did not
know who they where but if they where Death Eaters he doubted they would just
stand there in plain sight seemingly waiting for him. Still cautious he opened
the door and trained his wand on the dark one. �What do you want?�

�� Your
slipping Mad-Eye. I�ve been waiting for five minutes.�

�� Keeping his
magical eye behind him looking for others he narrowed his normal eye. �Your
that Assassin that�s been killing off the Muggles and broke into Azkaban.
Looking to add me to you list of kills then?�

�� The
Assassin chuckled at him. �If I wanted you dead Alastor you have been, four
minutes and thirty seconds before you noticed me. I came here to talk, now
lower your wand before my associate becomes upset. Wands make her irritable and
temperamental.�

�� Moody
snorted. �Like Hell I will. You got something to say, say it and go before I
decided that I should arrest you.�

�� The dark
one raised a hand and placed it over his chest. Is this a man or demon? �Moody,
I�m hurt? I thought we were friends. I come bearing gifts and everything.�

�� What the
hell do you think you have I want?�

�� I have
intelligence on the safe houses Voldemort is using. Or at least, the last ones
Dolohov knew about. Did you know he and Voldemort where mates in their Hogwarts
days? Of course, that was back when he was known as Tom Riddle so you may not
have known, still, it�s a neat fun fact yeah?�

�� He felt his eye grow wide and unknowingly
he lowered his wand a bit but kept it trained. �An what do you want for that
information? I�d be a fool to think you didn�t want something.�

�� The figure
nodded. �Right in one. Gold and a favor.�

�� He screwed
his face in disgust almost spitting the word. �Gold.�

�� The man in
front of him chuckled at his obvious distaste. �A Wizards gatta eat Mad-Eye.�
He watched as he patted his side pockets. �These pockets are empty, and we�re
hungry.�

�� Moody
regarded the figure in front of him. �And how much do you need for you empty
pockets?�

�� Don�t
worry Alastor, it�s not that much, I think a Thousand Galleons would be
sufficient.� The grizzled old Auror grunted at the sum. Gold he could come up
with, a thousand galleons was nothing if the information was accurate.

�� And this
favor?�

�� They had a
moment of total silence. Not even the wind blew to disturb the fall leaves on
the ground. After several long seconds the figure spoke. �I give you the
choice, it depends on who you get. I want either Petter Petagrew, the three
Lestrange�es, Snape, or Martin Breach, Jason Wells, and Greggory Tryna.
Eventually, I will�acquire them all.�

�� All
Death Eaters. �What do you want them for?�

�� Unfortunately,
that is confidential. I�ll give em back when I am done if you want.�

�� Like you
did with Dolohov?� What the hell does he want with Snape? Something is
familiar about some of these names�There�s a connection here somewhere�Do we
have a leak? How the hell does he know so much about everything? What the hell
is his angle?

�� He�s at
#145 Welling Way, Ipswich. Second floor bedroom, on the right.�

�� Just like
that, your giving Dolohov back to the Ministry?�

�� I don�t
see why not. I have what I need from him.� The figure just stood there
motionless the whole time. The one in white hadn�t spoken or moved since he
walked out of the door. She just kept looking around only seeming vaguely
interested in what was being said or happening.

�You know that the Ministry is just
going to throw them in Azkaban after their �trials�. Neither the Order nor the
Ministry will do what is necessary for the victims to achieve closure. Nor are
your methods of interrogation going to produce results. You can either give
them to me on the sly, pay me my gold and get first dibs on anything I learn,
or I can find them on my own, regardless of the collateral damage that may
result.

�� So what do
you say Mad-Eye, care to make a deal with the Devil?� The old Auror scrunched
his face in distaste at his options. �

xxxxxx

Location: 145 Welling Way, Ipswich. Two Hours later�

�� The door
opened easily and silently to his touch before stopping allowing him to see the
interior of the house. It was empty. No furniture, hangings, nothing. Moody
raised his wand silently casting a light spell before limping his way toward
the stairs leading up. He had almost gagged on the stench of death that seemed
to infused the dark confines.

�� The house
was a muggle one, and obviously had not been lived in for some time, judging by
the smell, it was the best bit of knowledge he had all day. It did not take him
that long before he reached the room and opened the door. He felt his stomach
pitch at what the light from his wand showed him.

�� What he
assumed was what was left of Dolohov was strapped to a large table. His wrists
and ankles where secured to the legs of the table with lengths of rope.
Congealed blood pooled underneath the table like a rancid red pool. Except for
the bits covered by his bindings there was not an inch of skin on his body
anywhere he could see. His chest had been ripped open in a long cut that ran
from his shoulder blade down to his navel, it was at least four inches wide.

�� In addition
to the missing skin he was also missing all of his toes and fingers. The
Assassin even removed his eyelids. Just like the prison guards and the muggles
his trademark dagger was stabbed into his forehead. Clutched in his fist was a
small pouch. His magical eye could see thirty Sickles inside. Thirty piece
of silver�that�s a sick joke if I�ve ever heard of one�

�� Alastor
felt no pity for the bastard, but he still winced at what he was seeing. He had
seen many such scenes in his time as an Auror. He could tell right away that
the Assassin was unpracticed at torture. His cuts lacked the finesse of someone
who had done this often. Looking around he noticed a bucket of raw salt and
several others of tepid water. What he was lacking in practice he was certain
making up for in enthusiasm.

What in the name of Merlin have
I gotten myself into�

xxxxxx

�� He was hit
by the bouncing sound of the club as he walked to the front door. The door man
smiled at him as he approached. �Hey Leontes!(1)� he dropped the rope ignoring
the protests for those who had been waiting in line so he could pass. �You
going to clean up tonight?�

�� Harry
laughed. �I�ll be lucky to afford my own drinks after their done with me. You
know I never win Will.�

�� The big
bouncer laughed. �Who knows, maybe tonight�s your lucky night?�

�� Harry
smirked darkly. I bet it will be a better night than some people are having.

�

Authors
Note:

(1) Leontes is the Husband to Hermione in Shakespheres �A
Winter's Tale�.
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The Master of Assassins

Chapter 1

Location: 145 Welling Way, Ipswich. Two Hours later�