Harry didn't grow up with the Dursleys. On the night he was left on the door step a man picked him up, that man was an assassin. How does Harry's life change because he grew up as an assassin? HP/LM dark!powerful!OOC!Harry.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and co. I just own the plot.
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Noctis Hale stalked across the yard keeping to the shadows to hide himself. The shadows blanketed him hiding him from sight. One of his small hands were wrapped the hilt of a knife. The boy got into position as an older man approached his target. Noctis leaned up against the wall, waiting for the signal, listening to the man talking to his target.
"You've disappointed me Mr. Jones. To think that you'd be stupid enough to try and double cross me even thou you knew of the consequences."
The other man cowered in his patio chair and whimpered, shaking with fear, "Please, I promise it won't happen again. Please! I have a wife and son. Please don't hurt me."
Noctis watched as his target begged for his life. He swiftly approached the body from behind when he received his signal. His footsteps didn't make a sound and he wasn't seen until he was standing directly behind the sniveling man. He took his knife and placed it on the mans jugular looking to the contractor for approval. When he nodded slightly, Noctis swiftly sliced into the mans neck making sure that no blood touched his clothes.
"Your payment has been deposited into your bank account. Your expertise will needed again soon, be on the look out for one of my men."
Noctis just nodded at the man and left the premises. While he was only ten years old he was one of the most sought after assasins in all of Britain. His skills in hidden entry, silence, and incredible sped made him valuable. Also the fact that he killed any one- young, old, man, women- no questions asked attracted many contractors.
Noctis arrived at his home just before midnight and yawned as he took off his mask and black cloak. His mask was silver with black and red etchings of Crocus flowers around his left eye. He loved using the crocus flower for his more secret assassinations, the poison in the flower had no antidote and was completely fatal with the right dosage. The plant was highly endangered but he always kept a vial of it in his pocket and ample supply in his safe. With his outfit removed he then unsheathed five different daggers, two of which coated in poison. And finally removed a 9mm pistol from his ankle holster. He put all of his weaponry and his uniform into a safe and locked it.
He searched the house for any sign of his father, who also had been on a mission that night. Noctis had learned most all of his skills from his father who was an even more renowned assassin than he was. When he saw the his father wasn't home he went to the bathroom to wash up before he ate.
He stared at himself in the mirror. His emerald eyes sparkled and his pale skin offset his raven hair. The tips of his black hair were dyed emerald green matching his eyes. His hair had been untamable when he was younger but it was grown out now, reaching just past his shoulders, so it fell flat. He tied his hair into a pony tail and went to the kitchen.
He made himself a sandwich and sat down at the table. Half way through the sandwich Noctis' father stormed into the kitchen cursing under his breath.
"Noctis! Hide now !" His father yelled at him.
Startled by his fathers demand he just stood there staring at him. Someone slammed through the door and pointed a gun at his fathers chest.
"Dad!" Noctis screamed as a gun shot rang through the house.
Before his father fell to the ground he was able to form one word, "Run."
The words finally sunk in and Noctis ran to his room and opened his safe, he took out all his assassination gear and quickly put it on. He heard footsteps climb up the stairs and he rushed to the window. He flung open the window just as the man slammed his way through the bedroom door.
Noctis jumped out the window as bullets shot across his wall. One bullet skimmed his side and he fell to the ground but managed to continue across his yard and down the street.
He made his way to their safe house. They both knew that their way of life was dangerous work but it paid well. The safe house contained extra weapons, medicines, clothes, and a months supply of food. Luckily for him thou school had ended a few weeks ago so he didn't have to worry about acting like a normal boy. No one suspected that the lovely single father and his young son murdered people for money.
When he arrived at the safe house he tended to his wounds and passed out from exhaustion. His dreams weren't please by that night. In his dreams he was the one who was shot and he laid on the floor, barely alive, as his father was tortured and eventually shot in the head. He woke up screaming for many nights afterward.
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For the next few weeks Noctis barricaded himself inside the house, never leaving, trying to figure out who killed his father. He kept forcing himself to relive the night to find clues. He never saw the mans face or any defining features on his body because he was wearing a large cloak and a ski mask. He did recognize the gun thou, mainly because it was rare, he believed only five were made in the whole world. He didn't know the exact name for it but on the streets it was called 'The Punisher'.
Noctis' birthday passed without an acknowledgement on his part. If his father had been with him then they would've had a small celebration and maybe his father would've given him the dagger he'd been asking for for months but since his father wasn't alive anymore he didn't want to think about what could've been. The only special part was that now he was eleven years old.
He had no contact with the outside world with the exception of watching the news every night. The day after he escaped the main story on the news was his fathers death and him being missing, just another reason to keep inside the house.
A week or so after his birthday he got a letter. From an owl. At first he was shocked and then slightly scared. He thought maybe it was the same people who murdered his father trying to lure him out so that they could murder him too. But no one knew he was there and the house was bought under a different name. When he got past his initial shock he opened his letter:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Hale,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 15 August.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Noctis took out the second page and continued:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
A extra slip fell out of the envelope and Noctis bent down, picked up the paper and read the messy scrawling on it:
Professor Snape will be at the corner of Leon St. and Holmes Ave. on the 15 of August to take you shopping for your school things.
Noctis didn't believe the letter for a second. He thought it was some elaborate ploy to capture and kill him. But he also thought that might lead him to his fathers killer. He decided that he'd go to where the man would be and check him out before deciding to talk to him or not.
Noctis stared at the bird who had yet to leave.
"So if this is real how am I supposed to accept the invitation."
He didn't truly believe that magic existed and that there was a school to learn it but it did explain some more questionable things that had happened to him the past few years. Two years ago his mission went south and he was caught and almost killed but he magically appeared inside his room where he wasn't before. And sometimes he can see weapons before they are aimed at him. He was only eleven after all he still was young enough to hope that magic existed and not be ridiculed for it.
The owl just hooted but Noctis thought the hoot sounded suspiciously like 'me'.
"So I just write a letter and you'll take it there for me?"
The owl hooted in affirmative. Noctis found a sheet of paper an wrote as formal and neat as he could that he accepted their invitation and was looking forward to learning with them. The owl flew away after he tied the letter to its leg.
He fell into bed that night thinking more in depth of how to go about the confrontation with this man called Snape.
A/N: crocus are actually real flowers and they are poisonous
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