Summary: In the final battle against Voldemort a dark curse hits Harry and sends him into another reality and era in the plagued city of Dunwall . A week after arriving in this new world Daud the assassin takes Harry back to his hide out in the flooded district and makes him an assassin . Set in low Chaos Dishonored .

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the game Dishonored

Author's Note: I really shouldn't be starting up a new fic when I already have others I haven't updated in ages but I hope you like this anyway , for this fic pairings are undecided so far. I hope you enjoy this first chapter . I don't have a beta reader for this yet so if anyone wants to be my beta reader just ask in a review or send me a PM .

It was the final battle against Voldemort, the pureblood war had finally come to an end and Harry and Voldemort were facing each other for the last time.

Harry was 19 years old now, a fully grown wizard and he had enough. He was tired of this war, tired of losing people he loved and tired of been afraid. For years he had to fight for his life and for the lives of others close to him against Voldemort and his Death Eaters and he was glad he could finally end this , after today he would be free at last .

Harry shot spell after spell at Voldemort, dodging as he received unforgivables and curses he hadn't even heard of before thrown back at him.

Voldemort laughed at him, "You think you can defeat me Potter, the great Lord Voldemort?" Voldemort hissed at him, sneering at him with an unpleasant expression.

Harry stared back at the snake like man coldly, "I won't let you murder any more people Tom", he said.

Harry was scared but didn't show it, he refused to show how he was really feeling in front of this monster of a man.

Voldemort shot the cruciatus curse at him which this time hit him straight in the chest. Harry screamed under the spell, feeling every inch of his body in agonizing pain. Voldemort kept him under the spell for a couple of minutes, laughing cruelly, before ending it.

Harry panted and glared at the other wizard as he got to his feet again and quickly dodged another shot of the cruciatus curse before shooting a curse back at the other wizard. Green light struck Voldemort in the chest and a for a moment Harry could see fear in those cold red snake like eyes before the man died , eyes wide open with fear still showing in those eyes .

Harry still feeling immense pain from the cruciatus curse dropped down to his knees, "I did it..." he said while panting. A triumphant expression on his face , "I can't believe ...I'm finally free" he said laughing , briefly forgetting for a moment that were still battles going on around him and still death eaters to be fought .

Harry had finally done what everyone in the wizarding world had been pressuring him throughout his entire childhood, he had defeated Lord Voldemort.

Suddenly Harry turned his head as heard a furious scream, he recognised the voice, it was Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry stood up quickly and raised his wand again, pointing it in her direction.

"I'll kill you Potter! I'll make you pay!" she screamed at him before shouting out a curse at him that Harry had never heard of before.

The curse struck Harry straight in the chest and after a moment Harry cried out with pain as he dropped down to his knees and he looked at Bellatrix with fear and hatred in his eyes as intense pain filled him. He screamed and screamed, it was worse than the cruciatus curse. Then when Harry thought he couldn't take anymore the pain stopped and he was blasted violently backwards off his feet, soon after he lost consciousness as everything then went black.

Harry didn't know it but after he lost consciousness he had disappeared from the battlefield. He didn't hear his friends shout his name or Bellatrix laughing triumphantly at her victory. He was gone.

When Harry opened his eyes next his vivid green eyes stared vacantly upwards at a clear sky for a few moments before blinking. Harry sat up warily, his body still aching with pain.

"What the hell did she do to me? What was that spell?" Harry muttered out loud to himself.

He stood himself up and then quickly checking looking around himself at his surroundings. At once Harry's green eyes widened with shock as he saw that he was standing in the remains of some kind of building, there was a strange smell all around him. In the distance he could see deep flood water and as his eyes looked around there were decayed buildings.

Fear and shock was in Harry's eyes and his breathing was uneven with panic as his mind slowly took in everything.

It was like some kind of nightmare that Harry had woken up to.

"Where am I? What is this place?" the wizard said, speaking to himself in a whisper before dropping down his knees again. "What did that bitch do to me?" he said to the ground.

Harry suddenly realised that he was still holding tightly, almost painfully onto his wand, his nails were digging into the palm of his hand drawing blood. He felt relief wash through him, he had always felt defenceless without his wand.

Days later Harry had managed to survive by exploring through the old and decayed buildings that were in the area, taking whatever little food he could find. Though it wasn't just food that he found in the buildings, in one of the buildings he had found a couple of vials of medicine, something called "Sokolov's Elixir". In another demolished building he found a gun and bullets to go with it as well as to his horror graffiti on the walls of the inside of the dwelling saying things like "Send us food not bullets" , "You cannot kill the rat plague" and "Long Live the Empress" . Apparently there had been some kind of plague that had killed off alot of people living in this place and rats had something to do with it.

It was because of this discovery of Harry's that he realised with some dread that he was sent to either the past or to another world completely. It was a grim situation that he had been forced in and Harry wasn't sure if he would survive this one ...it wasn't as if he could apparate himself away to somewhere safe because he had no idea where somewhere safe was in this plagued place and besides he didn't have the energy.

During the first week he had arrived in this unfamiliar world Harry could have sworn someone or something had been watching him from close by. They hadn't made a sound and Harry didn't see them but he could practically feel their eyes on him.

1 week later in a large building nearby there was a group of assassins and their leader Daud, who was a user of supernatural abilities given to him by a mysterious whale god. The whale god had shrines and worshippers throughout the land and was referred by all as "The Outsider".

Daud was a hardened man, a man in his early 40's with a long scar running down one side of his face and as an assassin he had spilt alot of blood in his career.

Daud was busy training a novice assassin when another assassin appeared before him, using the shared ability of transversal.

Daud looked to the newly appeared assassin, "What's your report?" he asked of him.

"Sir I've been watching the boy closely like you wanted, he doesn't show any signs of the plague but there is something unusual about him."

"Unusual? How?"

The assassin looked at Daud, the man's expression unseen behind the gas mask. "He has been using some kind of witchcraft sir"

Daud seemed surprised for a moment, if the boy had supernatural abilities like him why hadn't he escaped yet, maybe the brat didn't have the "Blink" ability like he did.

The assassin was looking at him expectantly, "Sir, what are your orders?"

Daud looked out the window, a frown on his face and he was thinking intently as he stared towards the area of the flooded district where he knew the boy had taken refuge. After a minute or two Daud gave his answer.

"Go get that boy and bring him back here alive, if he puts up resistance you know what to do" Daud said.

The assassin gave a nod, acknowledging the order and shortly disappeared to leave Daud to return training the novice assassin.

After an hour or two Daud finished up the training with the Novice assassin and told the assassin to go collect some fresh water and some food for when their visitor would arrive. Since the boy had been out in the flooded district with little food or water for a week he would be more cooperative when fed and watered. Because the boy had the use of magic and had been spending all week close to the base Daud needed to know if the boy was a threat to him and his assassins or not.

Daud soon went up to where his "office" was which was below where he slept and waited for the boy to be brought inside. A moment later after doing so he saw three of his assassins walking towards him, one of them was carrying the boy in their arms.

Daud looked to the boy, "He resisted." It wasn't a question, more like a statement.

The assassin holding the boy nodded.

Daud wasn't surprised, if he were in the same situation at that age he would resist capture as well.

The assassin from earlier who he asked to go get food and water appeared, "The food and water you requested sir" the assassin said, there was a tray in his hands. On the tray there was a glass of water, bread and some fruit. The assassin set it down on the desk in front of Daud.

Daud thanked the novice assassin. He ordered the boy to be tied up and then requested time alone with him. He then took the boy upstairs to the bed and placed him down on it, Daud sat down on a chair close by to the boy and waited for him to come to. When the boy woke Daud had some questions he wanted to ask him.