A/N. I got some more criticism for having Harry teach Braxton all the things he knows and all that, but if you have read Assassin please trust me on it
Discovery
Harry had spent some time telling them about what they would do, how to act and who some of the people were and any other relevant things that might concern them.
"Hey guys I'll catch up to you alright, I'm just gonna go grab the Quidditch set so we can go play after dinner."
"Don't worry we know our way to the great hall." Raj answered as Harry went running off towards the Quidditch quarters.
Entering the great hall Raj and Homer found an empty table nears the middle of the room and as instructed by Harry spoke into their plates to get some food.
"Beef" They both said in unison and large pieces of steaming hot beef appeared, made just the way they liked it.
"This is pretty good." Homer commented, drinking down some pumpkin juice.
"Agreed, I could get used to this."
"Who the hell are you two?" Malfoy said strutting up to their table, the rest of the gang in toe. He hadn't seen them with Harry and so suspected that they wouldn't do much, other then get clobbered by him. The gang needed some reputation back and this was how they were going to get it.
"I am Raj, and this is my younger brother Homer." Raj said standing up and introducing both himself and his brother.
"So who the fuck are you and why are you here?"
"Please do not swear. We are here on an exchange program from our private school."
Sensing what was about to happen Melany made her way to the group to break up any fight that was about to happen.
"Malfoy leave the new guys alone."
"Shut the fuck up, I do what I want to do."
"Malfoy I'm warning you."
Malfoy never stood a chance. Raj picked him by the shirt and then punched him square in the jaw, pulverizing his face and nearly killing him, the force sent Malfoy sailing across the room and impacting heavily against a table.
"Did I miss something?" Harry asked no one in particular as he neared the scene.
The gang went pale, and nearly fainted when both Raj and Homer extended their own pair of right handed wrist blades. Scrambling away they picked up their fallen leader and rushed off to the hospital wing.
"He insulted a female." Raj stated simply. There are far less Yautja women then there are men, this is due to chromosomes imbalances and other biological factors. The ratio of females to males stands at around 1/3 and the best way to attract females is to have the best trophies, which is why males constantly go on hunts. Therefore its not surprising that yelling at a female is a very dishonorable and in some cases severely punishable act in the Yautja society.
She didn't know what it was, but some how she had seen those wrist blades before, there was something about how Raj and Homer stood and acted. Something that she couldn't pin point but that made perfect sense if she could remember what it was, and so Hermione made her way down to the library after dinner.
Hermione spent over three hours looking through nearly every book in the library that she thought might be useful in her search, including the restricted section, for something that might jog her memory. Knowing where pretty much everything was helped her out a lot. Until finally, in a thick jet-black leather book she found what she was looking for.
Myths and legends of the world One chapter was entitled Yautja-Predator
If there is one thing that real wizard and muggle scientists, archaeologists, historians and other learned men and women have agreed upon is that there is no way the Egyptians could have built pyramids with the knowledge they had back then. There was no way that the Myans and other ancient peoples could have built their own cities that were and some still are, filled with pyramids, gold, even some never before discovered metals. The level of ingenuity and knowledge of physics, tools, architecture and the like prevented them from making these things. If there is one thing in common amongst every single pyramid or lost city is that there has been at least one statue of a great alien warrior. Some of the statues have naturally dissolved or had parts of them stolen, broken or the like, but the general shape and size has always stayed the same. A number of tablets have been found describing these mysterious warriors and what they are. The following is what has been translated thus far…
The book went on to talk about all the myths, legends, speculations and other such things, what caught Hermione's attention though was a picture of The most well preserved statue of a Yautja. And there, on the right wrist were a pair of extended blades, just like Raj and Homer's. The casings looked very similar, even the ones on the right hand. Hermione went on to read about what the Yautja are as far as the tablets could describe and what they did. And it all fit together. Harry had gone to train to become a Yautja warrior, his strength, speed, cunning, scars, him not wearing glasses, everything that she was curious about now made perfect sense. Since Harry's wrist blades were specially made and not standard by any means she hadn't recognized them. Last year she had skimmed through this book for a potions assignment Snape had given them and the picture had caught her eye for some reason.
Now she just had to make sure that she was right.
Signing the book out of the library Hermione rushed towards the Head common room, unfortunately she was stopped on her way there by Professor McGonnagal.
"The headmaster would like to speak to you in his office. If you would please follow me Miss. Granger." Instructed Professor McGonnagal.
"Am I in trouble?" Hermione asked as they made their way down the halls of Hogwarts.
"Far from it dear, actually I've just won a bet because of you." McGonnagal said proudly.
"What bet?"
"Just a little wager between some select teachers and myself on how long it would take you to find that book and deduct that Mr. Potter is now a fully trained Predator."
"You knew about this?" Hermione asked astonished.
"Why of course I did, if we're going to have three Predators running around, two of them being actual Yautja, then I'M going to know about it."
"But I still don't understand why he hasn't told me." Hermione said after Dumbledore explained everything to her.
"That I can't answer exactly, but I think it is because he is afraid of losing you. He thinks that if you find out about what he has become then you'll hate him for it, that you'll stop being friends or grow more distant to each other. You are his heaven, the one thing that keeps him going, and he just can't bear the thought of losing you in any way shape or form. You must understand, he believes that he is a weapon, a killer, trained and bred to become fear itself, he alone can defeat an army of death eaters, there is nothing that scares him. To tell you the truth he has become a killer, and he has been trained to kill and destroy as quickly and efficiently as possible. You have no idea how much strength, power, aggression, and fury he is holding back every single day because of you. The only reason is that he doesn't want to show you what he has become. Were it not for you, Ron, Draco, and the rest of those idiots would have been dead the moment they said or did anything that Harry did not approve of. The scary part is that no one would have been able to do anything about it, except for two individuals that can control him. The first is his trainer Borkan who has become like a father to Harry, but even he would fail at times. The second, and most influential, is you. Anything you say he will do without question or regard for his own safety and well being. The stupidest thing that anyone could do is harm you, if anyone ever hurt you they would be dead, no matter where they went or how fast they ran." Dumbledore explained.
"Stupid Potter, he should know better then that. I'd never leave him, no matter what he becomes or is or, or, ahh, I can't even think." Hermione said, tears coming to her eyes.
Hermione ran to the Head common room, dashing inside she found Harry still in his Quidditch gear.
"Hey, where have you…" He didn't get to finish the sentence as Hermione lunged at him, kissing him with a mad ferocity. After quickly regaining his composure Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, pouring in his passion, devotion and true utter love for her.
"I don't care what or who you have become. You are MY Harry, and don't you EVER think that I will leave you or think any less of you, no matter what you or what you do." Hermione panted.
"I love you more then anything." Harry said, slightly out of breath himself. " I was just so afraid of losing you, that's why I didn't tell you, I'm a cold blooded killer, nothing more."
"No you are not Harry. You are the man that I have fallen in love with, you are the man that I love, and he is not just a cold blooded hero, he is the greatest single thing that humanity has."
Not wanting to be seen doing what they were doing Harry pulled Hermione into his room where they continued to make out aggressively for the next little while.
As the make out session began to heat up Hermione suddenly stopped. "Hold on Harry, I know where this is going." When she saw the disappointed look on his face she quickly continued. "I want to wear something for you, I bought it a while back from a magazine, I hope you like it." She said with a grin
With a very happy look on his face he asked playfully. "So what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing." She replied, and went off to her room with a big smile on her face.
Taking a quick whiff of himself Harry realized that he smelled like garbage after Quidditch and so took a quick shower.
Hermione still couldn't believe what was happening, she was about to make love to Harry! Oh how she had dreamed of the moment. She deliberately took her time getting ready and made sure that she took her birth control potion. She wasn't going to get pregnant, but she was going to drive him wild.
"This is going to be so much fun." She thought slipping on her little surprise.
For some reason Harry was more worried about making love to Hermione then he was about fighting a twenty-foot tall killing machine and her twelve-foot tall bodyguards. Then she came in wearing long pink robes covering that which he wanted so badly, and the little grin on her face made him realize it might not be that easy to get.
"Sit down" She commanded softly, twirling her wand which began to emit mood music, very arousing mood music.
Somewhat shakily Harry plumed himself down onto the big cushy chain in the corner of the room.
Ever so slowly Hermione began to undo her robes facing him. After what felt like an eternity to Harry the robes fell to the floor and she stood before him…
"Hi there beautiful." Harry greeted Hermione when she woke up in his arms.
"Hi. You know I could get used to this" She replied with smile that radiated satisfaction.
"Want to go down to breakfast?"
"Sure thing. I seem to have worked up an appetite." Harry gave Hermione a warm good morning kiss before getting up and getting ready for the day.
As predicted the pair were late for breakfast, however what was weird was that everyone at their table had smug little grins on their faces, except for Raj who was looking at the two with a big goofy smile. Apart from the looks they were getting the table was dead silent.
"So Hermione…" Began Raj, breaking the silence. "We HEAR that you know how to ride a stick eh?"
"Oh yes, very well actually. I learned while Harry was away with you guys." Hermione replied, thinking that's what a Yautja would call a broom.
"Interesting. So which one do you use?" Raj continued.
"A Firebolt actually."
"So that's what you call it eh?"
"Its very fast too." Hermione replied not clueing in at all.
"Oh I bet it is."
"How big is it Hermione?" Melanie asked, loving the fact that Hermione was so clueless at the moment.
"It's a large one, not too big, and defiantly not too small. Very comfortable for those longer outings, I can't stand the small ones, they are too wobbly and shaky. I need something to really hold on to you know."
"Can I try it out some time?" Ginny asked trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.
"Of course you can, when do you want it?"
"How about tonight?" She asked, hoping that if she somehow could get Harry into bed then she'd have a legitimate excuse for getting him there.
Harry who had not said a word, but who understood the real meaning of the questions decided to finally interrupt. "Hermione what do you think they are talking about?" Harry asked her.
"The Firebolt, you know the broomstick? You have one too." Hermione replied in a "well what else would they be talking about way"
"I know I have one of what THEY are talking about, you however don't"
"Huh?"
"Did you forget to put a silencing charm on my room last night?" Harry said being blunt.
And then it hit her like bus. "Oh my god…" Hermione went tomato red as everyone burst out laughing. "Was I that loud?"
"Nah, I don't think that Hogsmeade herd you, the whole school probably did though." Pierre answered.
"So can still borrow it?" Ginny asked once she had calmed down enough to be able to talk properly.
"Not while I'm around Ginny, you won't even get close." Said Hermione dead serious.
"Anyway, you still on for tonight Harry?" Homer asked looking excited.
"Definitely, you guys ready?" Harry asked to nods of yes.
"Where you guys going?" Asked Claud.
"Nowhere, we're just gonna go into the forbidden forest to get some big chunks of wood for training." Harry answered sounding as though he had rehearsed the answer many times over in his head.
"Right…Well I think we best be going to class now, shouldn't we?" Claud said gathering his things.
"Shh. Quietly you fools!" Whispered Gromain. "Do you want someone to know we're here?"
For the last couple days the three Deatheaters had been snoopy around Hogwarts grounds, trying to find traps and any other hidden surprises that might be in store for them. Not finding any they were feeling rather good about the upcoming attack.
"Hey boss something doesn't feel right. I feel like we're being watched or something." Said one of the Deatheaters.
"Ah shut up, there ain't gonna be no one to watch you once Halloween is over. All these pesky little fucks'll be dead. Just get your job done and keep looking." As much as he tried Gromain still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched either, it was as if something was in the trees…
"No you will be dead." Whispered Harry as he looked down upon the Deatheater no more then five feet away from him.
"We kill them now?" Asked Raj, arm gripping his the hilt of his giant sword.
"No. I don't want to scare them off from not coming." Harry replied moving silently back towards Hogwarts. Disappointed the two Yautja followed him.
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