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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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Chapter 3

�� Harry stood
behind the counter looking down at the book laid out in front of him. It had
been a week since his encounter with the Order and all he could think about
since then was that he did not have enough power to pull that off twice. He was
lucky, and he knew it. Dumbledore may be a portentous bastard but he was no
fool. By now he would have figured out he was using Shadow Magics. His only
grace was that he had no idea what he could do other than Shadow Walk and he
had no idea who he really was. The Order would be far better prepared the next
time they crossed.

He rubbed his chin under his mask
with his metallic clawed left hand while Ishtar turned the page for him. The
book was the darkest book of Rituals he had ever seen or heard about, but it
offered the only solution he had so far come across in regards to his magic
core. It also offered a few other things that might prove just as useful. �You
sure about this Borgin?�

Harry heard a chocked gurgle from the
man on his right. He raised his masked face to the man he was holding a foot in
the air by his neck against the wall. The mans face was purple and his eyes
where bloodshot and bulging from lack of air and pressure. He heard Ishtar
comment from the other side of the counter. �You shouldn�t play with your food
Master.�

Harry grunted and lowered the man
so his feet touched the ground and relaxed his grip to allow him to breath
properly. It took several moments for him to gasp out his answer. �My�my
Lord�it�s the source for boosting�� He coughed and sputtered.

�I see.� He kept his hand around
the mans throat while he turned back to read a few more pages. The Rituals
where very dark, all required human sacrifice in some manner, the ones that
would be the most beneficial to him required wizards or witches. Unlike
Voldemort he was not looking to make himself immortal, he was looking to
rebuild his magic core. According to the sources he was reading the quickest
way to do so was to rip the magic cores from others and place them in
receptacles. He could then tie them to his broken core and tap them when
needed. The only problem with that was that the stolen cores took an enormous
amount of time to recharge once depleted. A normal witch or wizard could
naturally recharge a depleted core in about four to five days on average. A
receptacle however would take closer to two to three weeks to recharge and
require a focus for channeling.

I wonder if Voldemort did
something similar� Maybe the Dark Mark is more than just a tattoo Protem Charm.
If he�s linked their cores to his it explains how he got so powerful. Hmmm,
won�t know for sure until I get my hands on a Death Eater and experiment. That
could be very beneficial�

�What else do you have on Shadow
Magics? The truth or you will die.�

He looked up at the scared
merchants face waiting for his response. �Noth� Nothing my Lord�� Harry
tightened his grip a bit. �Please!� the man sobbed. �I don�t have anything!�
Harry grunted looking about the store thinking. As his eyes scanned about
something was tickling the back of his mind. It took him a few moments to
realize what it was until he noticed the cushion that looked like it once held
something.

�Have you sold a necklace recently
Brogin?� He felt the man in his hand squirm a bit at his question. He allowed
one of his razored fingers to dig into his neck enough to draw blood while he
refocused his attention on the mans face. He growled, �Now would be a good time
to start talking��

His eyes where wide as he looked
into the polished mask that was inches from his face. �He�ll�He�ll kill me��

�What do you think I am going to
do? I will say that unlike who ever you are talking about, I will take my time
doing it. I could use the practice.�

The terrified merchant needed no
more incentive. �Young Malfoy�� The shopkeeper could not see it but Harry
grinned. Perfect. It took almost half an hour for him to find out that
Draco was trying to re-connect the cabinets. It gave him an idea on how he was
going to get into the castle. Even from the grave she is helping me�

He had already tried to gain
entrance to the school but all of the passageways leading in where blocked by
the wards. Even his animagus abilities where blocked. It was one of the reasons
he had come here in the first place, he was looking for a why to increase his
magic core in hopes he could gain enough power to punch a small hole to get in.
Once in he would be able to skim the shadows to get his mark. Now though he had
a better plan. A much better plan.

Harry looked down at the book and
after a few moments Ishtar had found the pages detailing all of the components
he would need for several of the Rituals he had already noted he would need.
Burke was very accommodating with detailing where the ones his shop held where
located. It took them only a few minuets to assemble all the shop had into a
trunk. With his supplies from the shop, the book and information it was time to
leave.

Harry looked one more time into the
scared mans face. �You have been very accommodating.� He reached into his robes
and pulled one of his knives slamming into the mans forehead burying the blade
deep. His body jerked once before he stilled and Harry finally released him.
�Time to go, we got all we can get from here.�

�Where to now Master?�

Harry looked at his white dressed
companion. �We need a tent and then, Hogsmeade.�

xxxxxx

�You understand what you need to do
now?� Harry asked. It had taken them a few days to track down the right kind of
tent. He did not need one of the expanded tents they made modernly, he needed
one of the older ones that where apart of the real world. Ishtar nodded.

�Yes Master. When you tell me to I
am to touch these glowing shapes in this order.� Harry watched as she mimed
touching the runes in the sequence he had outlined to her that decorated the
pillers along the Gateway. The man he bought the tent from had instructed him
similarly so he would know how to shut down it down if he needed to.

�Good, and what do you do next?�

�I wait for you to tell me to do
the other one that will made the it work again.� She again demonstrated the
correct sequence to power the Gateway back up. Harry nodded satisfied.

It was all thanks to Hermione he
even had the idea. After the World Cup she was curious about the tents they had
stayed in and bought a half dozen volumes on the history of the craft of tent
making. He remembered all the details she had given him about how the older
tents where actually powered Gateways that transported those who walked through
the tent flap into the lavish room. Said room was actually somewhere else in
the world. A whole industry of crafted flats, apartments, condo like settings
was born and lasted for quite some time until the newer tent design came out
which operated on some rather tricky expanded/foldable space theories. The cost
difference was so glaring that the older tents fell out of favor to be all but
forgotten as time passed. Hermione had been fascinated by it all.

His plan was simple once he heard
what Draco was trying to do. It was obvious that he had been placed this year
to find away to get Death Eaters into the Castle, most likely to kill
Dumbledore. They both had the same problem but Harry had an easier solution.
With Ishtar in the tent he would leave. After a moment she will power down the
Gateway and Harry will simply throw the tent across the wards. Since there is
no magic in the tent at that time it should not react to its passage. Once done
she will reactivate the Gateway and Harry will command the tent to pitch itself
back up. Then it was a simple matter of Shadow Walking to Ishtar using their
bond to find her and back through the Gateway and he was inside the wards.

While they went through the steps
to get them inside the wards he allowed part of his mind to wander. He had
already decided he would pitch the tent inside the Chamber of Secrets. There
where only two parselmouths in the country who could get access to it which
made it the safest place to place the tent and give him his way in when he
needed it. As they finished up and prepared to walk into the Gateway and inside
the wards of Hogwarts Harry smiled. It was going to drive Dumbledore insane
trying to figure out how he was doing it. That alone was worth the price of the
tent.

It was ridiculously easy to move
about now that he was inside the wards of the old castle. Harry felt no
achievement as he skimmed the shadows of the castle looking for his prey. This
is the safest fucking place for magical children in Britain? What a load of
hippogriff shite. No wonder Sirius never got caught when he was stalking the
place. Harry kept his hand on Ishtar while they roamed about searching and
waiting. It should not be much longer before he came down from dinner. Seriously,
I�ve been skulking about for hours. Then again, I should not be surprised. Its
not like anyone saw a sixty foot fucking basilisk roamin the halls either. It�d
be a bleeding slaughter if Voldemort ever got inside.

He had seen many faces he
recognized as he moved about. It was disgusting to him that so many where
carefree and oblivious. If this is the next generation of Wizards and
Witches maybe I should do Voldie a solid and give him my tent. Do the world a
favor.

He had come across a great many
students snogging all over but he had only stopped once. That was when he had
come across Lavender Brown and guy he did not know. When he found them he had
no intention of stopping but found he couldn�t move. Is that her foot by her
ear or his? �� Limber minx eh?�

�Master, has she done something to
her bones to be able to bend that way?�

Harry shook his head. �I don�t
think so. Looks really uncomfortable though.� It was then their ears where
assaulted by her shrieks of pleasure and her coarse voice begging for him to
not stop.

Her mask hid her face but he could
hear the lust in her voice. �Your people are very creative Master. I would not
mind learning the various ways we could mate. The woman sounds like she is
enjoying what he is doing to her. I would like to enjoy it like that too.�

Harry could not suppress the slight
shake that ran though him at the thought of the things they could do. It took
every ounce of will to pull his mind back on task. �Later. We have a ferret to
find.�

Through the arm he was holding he
felt her shiver. �I will hold you to that Master�� Ishtar replied in her husky
voice. Hell, even if I don�t find the ferret today, my nights looking pretty
good at least.

Harry found an unused classroom and
loosened the cloak of shadows about him to check the Marauders Map for his
marks location. He was currently eating in the great hall. As he was looking
about at the possible ways he would take to get to the dungeons he noticed
something that made him frown. Nott and Zabinie where with Luna. All three
where heading into an unused part of the castle with Nott and Zabinie flanking
Luna. What the fuck�those dots are way too close�He stuffed the
parchment into his robes and flung himself and Ishtar through the shadows
appearing an alcove along their route. He started seeing red when he heard
them.

�Come on, hurry up. You want to get
caught?� The sandy blond asked. Harry felt his blood began pounding through
him.

�Here, this class room is far
enough from the used corridors to give us our privacy.� Luna was whimpering
between the two boys who held her arms and dragged her into the classroom
sealing the door. Harry pushed through the shadows and kept the cloak of
darkness about him as they shifted into the room.

Luna was lying crumpled on the
floor with the two boys standing over her as he appeared. She looked up with
her misty eyes. �I was wondering when this would happen. I take it I will
belong to one of you?� Her voice was strong and Harry shook his head marveling
at how she was taking the situation. It did not lessen his anger any however.

The dark skinned Zabini smirked at
her. �Not as Loony as everyone says eh Nott? We, my dear, are going to take a
little sample of you before we decide.�

Nott chuckled. �Well, not so
little. We want to make sure we understand what you have to offer� Of course,
you never buy a broom before you test fly it to see if you like it.� Both boys
took on dark lustful looks. �Now strip slut.�

Harry�s rage erupted as he exploded
from the shadows. �LIKE HELL!� Harry�s mind was full of images of Luna at his
trial. She was screaming as she was pulled from the court all the while
vilifying the Wizengamot for their gross stupidity over convicting Harry.
Images of Hermione falling in the Ministry seemed to super impose themselves
over them. Not again� Never AGAIN!

Both of them pulled wands but Harry
was already too close. He backhanded the closest one, which was Zabinie with
his left hand. The room was filled with the sound of tearing fabric and flesh.
His body was thrown like a rag doll into the far wall where he slumped after he
bounced. Harry did not notice as he had Nott by his throat a full foot in the
air.

�I am going to bath in your blood
for this Snake! When I am done with you�� Harry roared.

�Stupify!� Harry turned and held
Nott in the path of the curse letting him be his shield. He reared back his arm
and flung the unconscious body directly into where Zabinie was crouched sending
both of them against the wall in a tangle of limbs. He might as well have
weighed nothing for how easy it was to do it.

Harry was growling as he stomped
toward the two teens, his boot heels sounding counterpoint to their groans.
Zabinie was scrabbling from under Nott�s weight to retrieve his wand. He
stopped moving all together when Ishtar placed her foot on his it forcing him
to look up at her quizzically.

She was standing there with her two
side arms pointed directly at him. The silenced barrels giving the weapons a
slightly strange look. �These are my talons.� She pointed one at his leg and
pulled the trigger. A slight whisper of the barrel was followed by Zabinie�s
loud screams of pain as the round impacted into his shin. �See? Hurts yes? Now
stop moving or I will do that again.� Ishtar turned to look at Harry. He could
not see her face but he heard the glee in her voice. �Much better Master, they
don�t hurt my ears like this.�

Harry was stalking toward them but
stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Luna�s disbelieving voice behind him.
�Ha�Harry?�

His entire body froze. How in
the hell does she do that? Slowly he turned and faced her. She was standing
now; her eyes holding unshed tears as she hesitantly took a step toward him.
Her eyes relayed her confusion that he was standing before her.� Unknowingly he raised his hand and almost
touched her face before he realized what he was doing.

The sight of the rough pitted metal
of his claws backdroped by her soft pale skin brought reality back into his
rage fogged mind. The sounds of metal clinking came when he tightened his hand
into a fist and withdrew it from her.

�Not�anymore. Now�there is only the
Assassin, Cloud.� He swallowed thickly as he backed up a pace from her. She was
apart of his old life, a life he walked away from. A life he could never go
back to again. Ever.

Luna seemed to not understand or
care what he was trying to say as she through herself into his chest wrapping
her arms around him. She clutched to him but none of that surprised him as much
as hearing Luna cry. Luna never cried. Never once when she was the joke of the
school and her things where stolen, not ever did she cry when she was hurt the
few times it happened in school. The teasing she endured never reduced her to
tears. But she was crying now as she clutched to him. He had no idea what to
do, dressed in his lethal best with his bladed hands held slightly from the
sobbing woman who refused to let him go. It took some time before he very
carefully placed his taloned hands on her back embracing her. He expected her
to cringe from the feeling of metal along her back, but she just sobbed harder
and held him tighter muttering things he could only barely catch.

Harry tried to speak softly with
his haggard voice. �Luna, you have to let go of me now��

Her voice was muffled by his
clothes but he understood her. �Don�t leave me again� Please�Don�t leave me
alone again� They took Daddy� no friends� they took you� Please Harry� I don�t
want to be alone anymore��

Harry took a deep breath to steady
himself from her impassioned plea. �You are not going to like who I am now
Luna� It would be better to remember me� as I was��

Her grip tightened. �Please��
Unable to speak he nodded.

�I warned you�� Harry pushed
himself to his limits and gathered about them as much power as he could.
Darkness blacker than moonless twilight rolled about them like a whirlwind only
to disappear a moment later, leaving no trace of them except for a bit of blood
and a wand.

xxxxxx

A blond slick haired teen stalked
through the dark passageway looking over his shoulder often. His cold blue eyes
darted around taking in everything as he made his way through the old castle.

He never saw the dark glowing green
eyes in the alcove he was passing. He never noticed two metallic bladed hands
and arms dart from within until they wrapped around his torso and over his
mouth muffling his started cry.

His plan was perfect. No one had a
clue he was up at that hour making his way to the seventh floor. Not a soul in
the castle bore witness to him being pulled into the shadows not to reappear�
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