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Assassin

dragonis

A/N. The next chapter will not be up tomorrow as I have yet to write it, probably in a day or so. I have changed a few things from the version on ff, one point in particular that is very noticeable. Okay then have fun reading this one and be patient for the third chapter.

Malfoy Manor

Ron sat in Madam Forisques café deep in though, or rather depression. He didn't how, but his sister was now in the hands of death eater, being raped, beaten, laughed at, he had tried to go and save her but everyone stopped him. He knew where they were taking her, and so did everyone else. Grimane bar, some of the most sick and ferocious death eater came by there, if he went in then he'd die, anyone that had ever tried to attack that place had died. For the sake of his mother he didn't go, he just couldn't put through more pain.

"It'll be okay lad." Said Hagrid patting Ron gently on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about your sister Mr. Weasley, she'll be back in the next fifteen minutes." Said a strange voice.

Ron looked up. "How can you say that?"

"Lets just say I have a good feeling about this."

"Who are you?" Hermione asked standing up to confront this stranger.

"Jason Bourne, and you must be Hermione." Jason answered.

Hagrid nearly had a heart attack. "Jason…My god! Haha. I guess since you're here everything has gone well. Damn, death eaters don't stand a blood chance do they?" Hagrid yelled out in joy, giving Jason a bone crushing pat on the back."

"Yes everything has gone to plan, and no they don't stand a chance in hell. Probably won't even know what killed them." Jason replied with a grin.

"Hagrid who is this?" Luna asked, still holding her husbands arm in comfort.

"This is Jason Bourne. He…" Hagrid didn't get to finish his sentence as twelve scantily clad women apparated into the café.

There was commotion everywhere. Ron was hugging his sister, people were helping the girls up and making sure they were okay, others cheered and ran off to tell the good news to others. It was confusion and commotion, but it was cheerful and happy.

In the middle of it Ginny got finally got to Hermione. "He's alive, Harry, he's the one that saved us. Hermione Harry is back, he isn't dead!"

"Are you serious!"

"Yes I am! Isn't it wonderful!"

"Potter…" Hermione felt slightly dizzy and went to sit down.

Hagrid came up to her after the commotion had died down and everyone had settled back down and went on their ways.

Hermione had a weird look on her face, a look of happiness but yet confusion and anger. Deciding that telling her the truth would be the easiest Hagrid began to explain as much as he could. "Only four people knew about this." He began. "Dumbledore, Harry, Jason Bourne, and myself. Harry has been trained to become an elite assassin. Never even knew they existed. Apparently, they are trained in all forms of death dealing, if you will. Don't stand out in any way, blood efficient at what they do, and never fail. Least that's what I herd from Dumbledore."

"But why wasn't I told? You could have at least told me." Hermione said quietly in hurt manner.

"The last person we could tell is you, and Ron." Hagrid added in. "If we wanted the plan to succeed the least amount of people would have to be involved, and anyone would have been able to tell by you if he really was dead or not. You and Ron would have had to act as natural as possible, and Dumbledore decided that if you really believed then anyone would believe because of you. Do you understand?"

"I do, it had to be done. Sacrifices have to be made." Hermione said softly

"Ey…they do lass, they do indeed. But he's back now and everything will be okay. I suspect we'll see a lot of surprises out of him."

"Do you know where he has been?"

"No, not even Dumbledore knows, after Dumbledore got Harry to Jason's he left immediately and didn't know where Harry was or what he was doing, other then being trained."

"Well then lets get back to the castle, it is my Birthday you know, we've got a party at the Weasleys and everyone is invited." Hermione stood up cheerfully.

Around 6:00pm that same day.

It was a party all right, over sixty people crowded into the Weasleys house, it was much bigger now, and could easily be called a mansion actually. Dumbledore and Jason arrived quiet late, Jason filling Dumbledore in on what had happened and any other important details.

Like any self-respecting assassin Jason didn't stand from the crowd at all, and actually most people didn't even know that he was somehow associated with Harry Potter. He got along with Arthur Weasley formidably, Arthur wanting to know as much as he could about muggle things and Jason about magic things, needless to say they quickly became good friends. Ginny was thankfully all right and showed no signs of any physical or mental damage, she had only been held in captivity for around four hours, the other girls weren't as lucky, they were still recuperating from various injuries in Hogwarts medical wing. Hermione was in a way in the worst shape. It had taken her an hour and a half to get ready, and she was running to the door every time someone knocked, which was quite a lot.

And so the party was booming in celebration, Hermione Granger's birthday and the return of the Phoenix as some began to call it. The whole wizarding populace didn't know about Harry's return, only relatively few knew, the ones at Hermione's party were the only ones really.

A black Honda RC51 sports bike stopped on the stone road in Hogsmead, Hogwarts castle looking magnificent against the sunset in the background. The rider pulled out a cell phone from his heavy cloak and thumbed the glowing buttons.

Jason's phone suddenly rang as he was telling Arthur about motorbikes and how he could never get Harry to wear his helmet. "Hello?"

"Hey, its me."

"Good to hear from ya. How did everything go?"

"Just like I planned."

"Good. Where are you? Your little lady friend is going crazy waiting for you."

A small grin formed on Harry's face. "Well I'm in Hogsmead, do you want to tell me how to get to where ever you guys are celebrating Hermione's birthday."

"Sure, I'll just send you my signal and you trace me." Jason replied entering a code on his cell phone that once entered would send Harry's GPS system his location directly.

"Okay I got it, see you in a bit." Harry checked the GPS on his cell.

A couple minutes later Harry pulled up to the Weasley's house, automatically assessing the house's entryways and possible routes of escape. He thought about knocking but decided against it, he wasn't in the mood to be rushed by a crowd of people, instead he quietly made his way inside. He hung up his cloak in the closet revealing beige pants a black t-shirt and two SMGs in their holsters.

Following his stomach Harry went straight for the kitchen, he was hungry and knew that the best way to get fed was to go to Mrs. Weasley. Unsurprisingly he found her in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on something she was making.

"Mr. Weasley can I have something to snack on? I haven't eaten since this morning." Harry asked casually.

"Oh sure help yourself dear." She replied not taking her eyes off of what she was preparing and therefore not noticing whom she was talking to.

Spotting some dishes and a Cesar salad Harry went to help himself. Meanwhile Hermione came in to the kitchen from behind Harry and asked Mr. Weasley the same thing that Harry had asked and got the same response. Spotting some dishes and a Cesar salad Hermione went over to help herself.

"Minding giving me some?" She asked the man who was loading up his plate. She didn't know what, but there was something about him.

"Sure." Harry replied to the strikingly beautiful woman beside him. Her hair was a wavy brown and she wore a bright yellow sleeveless turtleneck sweater with low cut black skirt. She had the perfect amount of make up on and sparkling diamond earrings.

"Nice party." Harry began.

"Ya I know. The Weasleys organized the whole thing."

"They're great people."

"Tell me about it, they're like family to me."

"The twins still pulling pranks?" Harry asked

"More then ever now. Don't touch the canary creams, them make you grow things for a good ten minutes." Hermione answered with a chuckle.

Jason who stood in the door way couldn't help but laugh at the pair. "Either of you know who the other is?" He asked. A large goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Huh?"

"Leave me alone Bourne, I'm hungry." Harry said, not paying much attention to Jason.

"Well I know who this is." Hermione said looking at Harry.

Harry caught the meaning of the look. "Harry."

"Hermione." Hermione replied.

Then something clicked. "Oh my god! HARRY!" Hermione threw herself at Harry knocking him down and sending them crashing to the floor.

The pair rolled around on the floor, Hermione screaming in excitement. The two stopped after a couple minutes, Hermione straddling Harry and panting slightly in an erotic fashion.

In a heart beat Hermione got off of Harry, blushing deeply, Harry quickly got up off the floor himself. "Happy Birthday." Harry said taking a dark blue velvet box out of his pocket and presenting it to Hermione.

Carefully Hermione opened the box. Inside there were three diamonds arranged vertically, the bottom one the biggest with the smallest one attached to a golden chain. " Oh my…Harry, thank you so much." Hermione said, carefully putting on the necklace.

Molly Weasley was crying, she couldn't believe that she was actually seeing Harry. He was like a son to her, seeing him alive, and with the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with, she couldn't have been happier.

"Well at least you're not starving that's for sure. You'll need a lot more then salad to keep kickin though." She said looking Harry over. He sure had grown, if only she knew into what…

"And what is it exactly that's keeping us from eating? Everything looks fine to me." Jason motioned to the large dinner table across the hall from the kitchen.

"Nothing actually, I'm quiet done now. Guess I should go and call everyone, make yourselves comfortable dears." Said Mr. Weasley walking off to call everyone to the table.

After getting seated at the table Harry and Hermione launched into a large discussion of what Harry had done and what Hermione had done while the two were apart. The two didn't even notice all the guests coming in and taking seats. Subconsciously they put food on their plate, well onto one plate, that they both ate out of. The pair was in a blissful world of their own, no one seemed to notice too much, and each rapped up in chatter. Then, SHE called.

"Shit…" Harry said dreadfully, checking who was calling him. "Here" He handed the cell over to Hermione. "Answer it, and act natural."

"Okay." Hermione said a little unsure about why Harry would want her to answer his phone. "Hello."

"Who is this?" Asked a testy feminine voice on the other end.

"Hermione. Who is this?"

"Ugh…you're British…Put Harry on the line NOW!" The woman commanded.

Hermione handed the phone over to Harry, looking puzzled to say the least.

"Hello." Harry said in a very relaxed sort of way.

"Harry?"

"Yes, who's this?"

"Marry-Jane. Or did you forget while you were fucking that whore?" She sounded really pissed now.

"Why should you care who I sleep with? WE broke up two weeks ago." Harry said defensively.

"But, but I still have feelings for you, and I know that you love me too." Marry-Jane sounded very hurt and innocent now.

"Ya…no. Listen, I don't like you, I never really like you that much, and you don't like or love me. Now get over it." Harry said rather harshly

"Well FUCK YOU and your little bitch!" She screamed.

Harry just hung up the phone and put it away. The entire room was silent, Harry decided to quickly explain himself and apologize for interrupting everyone. "Sorry everyone, ex-girlfriend."

When everyone remained quiet Harry realized that it was because they finally recognized him.

"Ya… I'm back. Sorry for fooling everyone with a fake death and all, had to be done though." Harry said after a few tense seconds.

Ron got up, not saying a word and walked around the table to where Harry was, trying to decide weather to punch him or not. Harry got up as well, bracing himself for a blow in the face. It didn't come.

"Hahaha. I knew it! I knew that you weren't dead, ain't no fire gonna kill you." Ron hugged Harry in a brotherly fashion.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding and began applauding. The trio was finally back together.

Later that afternoon, when all the guests had gone and only the Order remained behind the final plan was sprung into motion. Professor Dumbledore began telling everyone of the plan he had made and what had happened, however everything he said was lye. Everyone, including the deatheater that was impersonating Hermione believed him.

The truth was that Harry and Jason had been in constant contact with Dumbledore for a full month. It started after deatheaters captured Hermione, a day later she had escaped miraculously unharmed and unscathed. Then she did things that she would never really do, forget peoples names, not know where some things were, had slightly different interests and other such notable and yet unnoticeable things. Luckily Jason contacted Dumbledore and told him that Harry's training was over. The two came to Hogwarts one night and the three of them planned out the next few weeks. Harry wanted to go into Voldemort's castle with more explosives and firepower then a sane man should carry, needless to say he would have to wait. The thing that sealed the truth about Hermione not being Hermione was when she didn't recognize him that night and when he didn't feel that it was really, he didn't melt under her gaze or want to shag her senseless. Mary-Jane was even part of the plan, she was in fact Harry's ex girlfriend, but they broke up because the two felt that they were not meant to be together and that they should just remain friends. She was the only muggle other then Jason that Harry ever told the truth about himself. She was glad to help Harry when he asked, her performance that night was perfect. The most expensive thing in the necklace that Harry gave `Hermione' was the tracking device, it sent signals to certain computers with its location via satellite, Harry's bike and palm pilot both had receivers, Jason had one, and Dumbledore did as well. It was Dumbledore's job now to get the death eater to go to where Hermione really was, the aged wizard was doing a spectacular job.

Later that night `Hermione' said that she wasn't feeling very well and was going to go home, that's when everyone decided that they might as well leave too, for Harry though the night had just begun.

"Sir!" A deatheater knocked at Draco Malfoy's door.

"Come in."

"Jasmine is here. She says that Harry is back and that everyone is buying her act."

"Excellent. What is she doing now?" Inquired Malfoy.

"She is interrogating the mudblood for information sir."

"Very well then, keep me informed of anything unusual understand?"

"Yes sir." Acknowledged the death eater.

"Tell me what I want to know NOW!" Screamed Jasmine.

"I won't tell you anything" Spat Hermione, her face a mat of dirt and dried blood.

"Would you like me to kill a few more of your friends?" Her voice dripped with evil.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, and then said quietly. " Please don't. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Good. Now then, tell me everything about Harry. And if you don't tell me the truth…then you'll be seeing a lot more of Samson."

And so Hermione began telling Jasmine everything she knew about Harry, the memories bringing a smile to her lips and some small measure of joy.

"Thank you mudblood. I'll make sure to tell you how he fucks my brains out."

"Something doesn't feel right." Said one of the deatheaters guarding the front gate to Malfoy's manor.

"You and your feelings." Commented his friend. "Its probably the turkey you had, I told you not to eat it."

The first deatheater laughed. "Probably, it was a mighty fine turkey though." Spotting a figure running towards them he called out. "Hey! Who are you?"

Stopping just in front of them the figure motioned them closer. "There is an attack about to start on this place."

"What? Don't be ridiculous, there ain't nothin that can attack us."

"That where your wrong." Harry whispered. In a split second the two guards were dead, a syringe in each of their necks.

Making his way around the manor was like a walk in the park. No censors that could catch him, no cameras and any person that he came across were dead before they knew what hit them. Harry took great care in placing high explosives around the manor, he couldn't carry that much because he was aiming for stealth on the mission, so everything had to be placed just right. Finally he made his way down to the dungeons where the prisoners were kept, and his ultimate goal. Hermione. Almost unfortunately the two guards at the door were easily taken care of, Harry was becoming very disappointed that no one had actually posed a challenge to him.

"Samson! Please NO!" Cried Hermione as the large ugly deatheater advanced upon a poor old man in a cell.

"Yes, yes." He yelled, mocking Hermione." Using his wand he threw the bleeding man against the wall, where he crumpled up in a heap "And do you want to know the best part about this situation? You can't do anything, and no one can stop me." An evil grin crossed his black lips.

"Crusio." Said an utterly enraged and at the moment evil voice.

Samson fell to the floor, writhing in pain. The pain, it was worse then what Lord Voldemort had done to him, much worse. A sharp kick landed on his face, breaking his jaw so that he could only mule and slurp out pathetic sounds.

"Your face is broken, you would die of blood loss or insanity were it not for the fact that within an hour this place will be a pile of rubble. Consider this your lucky day." Said the dark figure that now stood over him. Turning his attention to Hermione he said in a tender and loving voice. "Come with me, I won't hurt you. I've already released the others from their cells, they are waiting at the entrance to the dungeons for us."

"I-I think I have a broken ankle, I can't walk." Hermione stuttered.

"I'll carry you." Said Harry, gently picking her up and carrying her outside.

The rather large group of prisoners made their way out of the manor as silently as they could; thankfully all the guards on duty were now dead.

The last thing that Hermione Granger saw before she became unconscious were two emerald green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scare, illuminated by the fiery explosion of Malfoy Manor.

Jasmine flooed into her room at Hogwarts, in the form of Hermione Granger of course.

"You're good. But I'm better." Said a voice from the door. She was shot twice, once in the head and once in the heart.

Jason Bourne left to tell Albus Dumbledore that the imposter Hermione was now dead.


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