A/N. After careful deliberation and a sudden ideas popping into my head I have decided to start writing this story again. The first three chapters will be as they are, but from there I'm going to need your help in continuing it. Reply with random ideas, anything you have that will jump-start my brain. Thank you all for the help, and enjoy. Btw I am searching for a beta, both for this and Predator Black Rage.
Assassin
Ch.1
Raindrops ran in rivulets down the long window, an old and weary wizard on the opposite side looked out at the gray clouds above, oblivious to the student making their way home for the holidays. He had just decided on a decision, a decision that could send the earth into darkness with no way to turn it around. His other option had been to stall off the darkness and prepare some sort of defense, but they had been preparing a defense for the last sixteen years. At most they would have another two or three years to prepare and to train their defense; however deep down inside himself he knew that they would not be able to prepare.
There was a heavy knock on the door and large figure came in. "You asked to see me Professor?"
"Yes Hagrid, thank you for coming at such a hour." replied Professor Dumbledore.
"Tis a wee bit wet outside." Hagrid replied with a light chuckle.
"Yes I noticed I don't believe that the children did though."
"You're right on that assumption."
"Hagrid, I have made my decision on what we will do with Mr. Potter." mentioned Professor Dumbledore seriously. All trace of joy immediately vanished on the half giants face.
Dumbledore had informed the staff that he would make a decision on what to do with Harry at the end of his sixth year, and it was the end.
"Well, what is it?"
"You will see. Right now please go inform the teachers that Mr. Potter will be coming to school next year and that they should be prepared to give him secret lessons."
Without another word Hagrid left the room to inform the other teachers of Hogwarts of the fake news.
"See you in a couple of weeks Harry!" Hermione called out, giving Harry one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, she blushed quit a bit, but walked away to her parents. The next time she did that Harry swore that he would tell her his true feeling towards her, but not now, and not in front of everyone.
Behind Harry Ron and Luna were putting on quit a scene, their parents practically pulling them apart.
"See ya Ron!" Harry called out making his way towards the Dursleys.
"Alright see ya!" Ron called back over the chatter on platform 9¾.
"Come on boy, hurry it up" Yelled Vernon once Harry was in the normal world.
Professor Dumbledore and Rubeus Hagrid stood outside a medium sized cottage that overlooked a large beautiful lake. The cottage had just been built, the sold sign still stood out in front of the driveway.
Dumbledore walked up towards the house and knocked three times one the door. A man in his early thirties opened the door, there was air of mystery about him that you couldn't really place but that at the same time you knew what it was.
"Professor Dumbledore!" exclaimed the man. "Come in come in."
"I'm Hagrid and you are?" Hagrid offered his hand.
"Jason Bourne." The man replied shaking Hagrid's large meaty hand.
A couple of hours later after a lengthy discussion Jason summed everything up. "Okay so just to make everything clear before we actually get started on this. You are going to set things up to make it look like Harry has died. I will take him to a location I will not share with you just in case and train him until I feel he is ready. And you want me to teach him everything I know. You are providing all the tools I will need through this magic warehouse of requirement that will appear once we are at the desired location. Harry will not know of anything happening in your world, however if your predictions are true then we will start seeing some horrible things happening in Europe after a while, small at first, but gradually worse and larger in time."
"Yes that is correct. Just say the words that I have taught you and that little warehouse will enlarge itself and turn smaller if you say it again" Confirmed Professor Dumbledore.
Hagrid had been entirely quit during the entire evening and finally spoke. "Take care of him Bourne, he is last and only hope, and maybe even the worlds. The future rests on how well you train him."
"Don't worry. By the time I'm done with him the Death Eaters won't even know what killed them." answered Jason.
"Thank you Jason. We will bring Harry over within a few hours, after which time you will go and do whatever you please."
"BOY! Get down here this instant!" yelled Vernon.
Harry obediently made his way downstairs, he was surprised to find Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid waiting for him, it had only been a few hours since he had gotten back.
After making themselves comfortable in the living room Dumbledore told Harry everything, what he was to do, and what could happen, everything. At the end a sad but determined Harry agreed.
"I will do this Professor. I wish that I could take my friends with me but I realize that if I do then this plan might fail. I will take up the task, I will become what I am destined to be and I WILL come back. I will not let the world down." Harry said in a determined voice.
"Just promise me on thing. Keep Hermione, Ron and their families safe. Promise me."
"I promise." said Dumbledore, assurance in his eyes.
The plan for Harry's death was rather simple; it would satiate Voldemort and make it believable to the rest of the wizarding world. Under Dumbledore's Imperius curse the Dursley's would go to the movie theatre, while they were away, their house would burn down and kill Harry. Harry's wand would have to be burned down in the process to make it look like he had actually died. Voldemort would partly accept the events, he would be cautious though because he did not actually kill Harry himself and so the inevitable take over of the wizarding world would not accelerate.
It would more then upset a lot of people, however it was necessary and no one other then Dumbledore or Hagrid would know the truth until Harry himself came back.
The plan was put into action immediately. The Dursleys left to the movie theatre, Harry's trunk, wand and everything else he owned were not moved from the locked cupboard, Hedwig was let out of her cage to fly around outside.
8:05AM
"Oh no." whispered Mrs. Granger scanning the Daily Prophet that had just arrived. She had a habit of reading through it for fun and to try to fit into her daughter's world.
Quietly she showed her husband the paper. "Its okay honey, I'm sure she'll get through this." He said hugging his wife comfortingly.
Hermione came down stairs full of joy and happiness; it all vanished once she saw her parent's faces and the Daily Prophet her mother was holding.
"I'm so sorry honey." Mrs. Granger said hugging her daughter tightly. She gave Hermione the paper.
A Tragic ending for the Boy Who Lived
Detectives say that at around 11:30 last night a fire started at the Dursley residence where Harry Potter was currently staying. Muggle authorities blame a gas leak, the gas is odorless and would have filled the house in an hour. A simple spark was all it took to ignite the gas and blow up the house. There was no way that Harry Potter could have gotten out. We are all extremely saddened, Harry Potter was more then just the Boy Who Lived, he was our hero.
A large picture of Harry dominated the front page. The issue was dedicated to Harry, different columns and articles followed, all about Harry Potter, the Boy who lived.
Hermione fainted, paper falling messily onto the floor, her father just barely catching her as she fell.
At the exact same time Molly Weasley fainted into her husband's arms, the kids would find out the tragic news when they woke up. It was another black day in wizard history, and one that would start the coming of new, dark and more terrible times.
Somewhere in Britain a large 747 jet engine passenger plane soared into the sky like a monstrous white bird.
10:00pm. Las Vegas international airport.
"Las Vegas. What are we doing here?" Harry asked, a very puzzled look on his face.
"Remember how we discussed about being able to survive with nothing to depend on other then your wit?" asked Jason.
"That still doesn't explain why we're here"
"Because here you will never sleep, you will always have to think, and violence will never become any of your options. Your first task is going to be to pretend what you are not and stand up to all inspection." informed Jason.
"So what am I going to have to do?"
"You are going to get a fake id, become nineteen, and learn how to win at every game in every casino."
"But what will that teach me?" Harry asked still confused.
"It will teach you to be something you are not, it will teach you to lie, out think your opponents and make you street smart. In my world I might have had to become a German businessman, and then in a week become a crooked cop in France. Here you will learn and perfect skills that will allow you to survive anywhere at anytime in any given situation. Now listen carefully"
Harry had transferred his money into muggle money, and Dumbledore had helped a lot by quadrupling the amount that Harry had in his bank. Even though Harry and Jason now had all the money they would ever need, Harry would have to bring in money as soon as possible for training purposes.
By three in the morning Harry had obtained a fake id, bought a small two bedroom hotel room and began learning how to bribe. Harry Potter was now, according to the fake id, Scott Browland.
A few days later there was a large elaborate and rather expensive burial ceremony for Harry Potter. Hundreds of witches and wizards came from all over the world to pay their respects; some were there for the media, others, like the Weasley family who was there because they cared. Hermione Granger made a truly spectacular speech, pouring her heart out to the world. "I loved him more then life itself." She ended.
The speech became famous overnight; great sympathy was given to Hermione. A few articles about the speech appeared in Witch Weekly, talking about the tragic romance and how hard it is to lose a loved, and other such things that made women cry for hours on end.
Life continued, but it grew every more dangerous. A few months after Harry Potter was reported dead, Voldemort began making small attacks to scare people and to drive out Harry, should he prove to actually be alive. He stopped after making a few such terror attacks, that's when he began plotting evil schemes to take over.
A year later the 7th year graduated, it wasn't as big a celebration as the years before because it brought back memories of Harry, and that he was no longer with them. Never the less it was still a happy occasion and everyone went off to do his or her own thing. Ron became keeper for the Chuddley Cannons, Hermione became the youngest professor at Hogwarts, and she helped out Minerva McGonagall and taught Muggle studies to the sixth and seventh year students.
The sky became darker and the mood less cheerful as time went on, Voldemort was on the rise and Dark Times had begun, no one could deny it. Those brave enough prophesized that if something were not done then Voldemort would inevitably rule. No matter how strong and how brave the Aurors were and no matter what the Order of the Phoenix did, the day would come.
A few years after Harry Potter's death, The Order of the Phoenix had made itself public. It then took over the wizarding world. Dumbledore himself became Vice Minister of magic, Arthur Weasley being the Minister. This boosted moral and people became less afraid to go outside at night, but only for a little while, Death Eaters made sure of that in a succession the most gruesome and horrifying attacks in history.
Ron married Luna Lovegood at the age of twenty-two and by twenty four had a little baby boy that they named Harry. Hermione didn't date, no matter what anyone said or did; instead she became a beautiful, untouchable goddess. By now the times were dark indeed, Voldemort had begun conquering Europe at frighteningly fast pace. There were dark cities full of crime and prisons devoted to Voldemort, Azkaban had been transformed into Voldemort's castle. People lived around the three major schools, Hogwarts, Bauxbatons, and Durmstrang. No one dared live anywhere else.
The people prayed for hero, they needed hope, for without hope they would not last much longer. Eight years after Harry Potters death, on the day of Hermione Grangers birthday the people received that hope.
A man walked down a stoned street, he wore and heavy cloak and his face were hidden behind a large hood. Rain poured in sheets down upon the man, but he didn't pay the rain any heed. He did not stand out in any way, everyone dressed like that in Grimane, a village on the outskirts of Voldemort's territory.
For the last eight years the man had been trained to become an assassin, a spy, he could live any life, he could lye any lye, he could kill anyone, he could use any muggle equipment invented, he could cheat in anything without anyone suspecting a thing, he could best anyone in any game, and he was an elite assassin. Not just some one who could fight or shoot, or who could make money, legally and illegally or who could have any woman he wanted, he could do anything and everything he pleased. He could be untraceable and unseen in his work, or be extremely open and messy. Whatever and however he pleased.
The man walked into a bar, strip club, a rape house, it was all the same thing. Young captured woman were raped and forced to dance for death eaters who could do anything they wanted to them. At places like these women could be bought and sold like dogs, it was disgusting and utterly cruel; some of the girls weren't even sixteen yet.
The man made his way towards the back of the bar and entered an unoccupied room. A moment later a big burly man came in. "It's a galleon a piece, got a brand new one today, hasn't been tried yet. You can have her for five galleons she's a red head, bout twenty two, twenty three years old."
"I'll take the red head for five galleons. The man replied in an unemotional tone.
The death eater left the room and a couple minutes later returned with a scared beautiful young woman behind him. Harry handed the man his five galleons and for the man to promptly leave, shut the heavy door behind him.
The young red headed woman was shaking and obviously horrified, she was scantily clad and very frightened. "Just do what you're here to do." She said in a shaky voice.
"Don't worry I plan to, but it's far from what you think I am here to do. Tell me what your name is?" Harry asked gently.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley." She replied.
"Ginny I am going to need your help. There are only eight men in this bar, thing, at the moment correct?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"What I am going to need you to do is to go and release all of the other girls and stay in one of the rooms, keep your head down. I will come and get you as soon as all of those men are dead, or I have bought all of you." Harry instructed.
When Ginny shook her head yes, Harry opened the door and left towards the bar while Ginny scurried off to free the other prisoners.
"How much for every girl?" Harry asked the death eater he had dealt with earlier.
"They aren't for sale. He replied.
"I am willing to pay a very large amount."
"And I am willing to say no. Now go fuck the little bitch and leave." He said getting irritated.
"Not the answer I was hoping for, but okay." Harry replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Neither the death eater, nor any other person in the room noticed a flick of silver. Harry unloaded a few rounds into the death eaters face and spun on his heal. The rest of the men in the bar were systematically gunned down in seconds by Harry's two black Sub Machine Guns, two red dots from laser scopes mounted on top of the guns scanned the room for movement.
Finding nothing alive Harry placed a small but very powerful bomb on one of the tables and went in search of the young women. He found them in a small room at the back of the building, they were relieved to be rescued but slightly frightened of the person who rescued them.
"Follow me." Harry commanded.
"No, I've found our wands, we can apperate to Hogsmead." Ginny interjected.
"Okay then, just make sure to take care and be careful. I'll see you around." Harry said turning around to walk away.
"Wait!" One of the girls called out. Harry stopped. "Who are you?"
Harry thought for a moment before replying. "Harry Potter." Before anything else could be said he briskly walked away.