Chapter Two: Childhood

Emerald Blade Book One: The New Trainees

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. don't belong to me. Assassin's Creed and co. don't belong to me. I'm just taking some credit for the plot and original characters. In no way, shape or form am I making money from this.

Main Story Warnings: A.U.-severe-, characters are OOC, canon is only a minor guideline, crossover, swearing, violence, gore, character death, Grey!Harry, Assassin!Harry, modern technology, OC's abound, Ron!Molly!Ginny!Bashing, Dumbledore!Bashing

Beta: Inuyasha-loves-Hanyou-Kagome

Edited On: 8/21/17

Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OFC, Remus/OFC, Harry/Luna, Neville/Hermione, Dean/Millicent

Author's Note: So, I know the last chapter didn't really feature much of Harry. However, that's because I was setting up the world a little bit for you all. This chapter will detail most of Harry's childhood and how his life is different now that he's training to be an Assassin. I have to say, I'm still up in the air about Dumbledore. Should I make him this manipulative, controlling bastard or simply an old man who simply was misguided and thought he knew best? Don't worry, I have no intention of having Harry and the Assassins be call chummy with Albus or Riddle obviously. Also, thank you all so much for your support and kind words! I was so happy seeing on how well received the first chapter was!

Another Note: So, in this you learn what Sirius and Remus are doing as careers. I will warn you that I'm taking a lot of what Jo had the twins invent and had Remus and Sirius invent them. I honestly think that Remus and Sirius' would've thought of the same items is they had followed the career in opening a joke shop. Of course they won't have thought of everything that the twins did, but there's still plenty that I've taken and altered. Again, it's fan fiction which means us authors are allowed to alter things to suit our needs.

Shout out: Thank you DZ2 for the mention in your story Rise of the Telumancer! I squealed when I saw it!

Challenge: DZ2's Way of the Warrior challenge. For more information look to the first chapter or DZ2's forums.

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Chapter Two: Childhood

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August 13th, 1985

The small boy swiftly moved through the long hallway of the manor's East wing. Bare feet padded softly along the carpet as he darted around a corner before slipping into an open room. Looking around, emerald green eyes locked on the sight of the closet door before they flicked to the bathroom door. The boy hesitated slightly before he scurried over to the closet and opened the door. However, instead of slipping inside, the boy rustled a few of the clothes and pulled a few off of the hangers, before piling them up in a corner of the closet near the back. He carefully slid the door closed until it was open just a small crack. Padding over to the bathroom, he slipped inside and moved over to the shower where he rustled the curtain and stretched it out slightly. Only after doing that did he move over to the vanity and silently opened the cupboard doors. Getting to his hands and knees, he crawled inside the cupboard and closed the door behind him. Shifting inside the small space, he positioned himself so he was ready to propel himself out of the confined space if necessary; which would more than likely happen.

Focusing on his senses, the boy listened closely to his surroundings. He could hear the water flowing through the pipes inches away; could sense his mother and father in the West wing. A House Elf was in one of the guest rooms dusting and going about its duties cleaning the room. His breathing nearly stopped when someone stepped into the bedroom; their footfalls nearly silent as they closed the door behind them with a faint click. The boy swallowed softly, resisting the urge to stretch out as his muscles began protesting because of the confined space. In the bedroom, the person, a middle aged woman with black hair and sharp dark brown eyes, looked around before spotting the closet door. Raising an delicate eyebrow, she walked over to it and silently slid it open. Peering inside, she snorted softly when she saw the pile of clothes before she reached over and moved them aside. Instead of uncovering her target, she was rather impressed when all that was revealed was an empty corner. Nodding in approval, she walked over to the bed and crouched down before peering underneath.

Standing upright once she confirmed no one was underneath the bed, she walked to the windows and peered at them, a frown on her lips when she saw they were locked. Walking to the bathroom, she peered behind the open door before spotting the shower. Raising an eyebrow once more, she walked over and pulled the curtain back, frowning when she saw that no one was behind it. Inside the cupboard, the boy shifted silently, pressing his feet against the back of the cupboard after making sure he was in the perfect position to jettison himself out of there. Sure enough, the cupboard doors opened and the woman smirked when she saw him.

"You're getting better, Harrison. You've left hints that you were in other rooms which forced me to go through them to ensure you weren't there. However, as a child it's rather obvious that you're able to fit into small spaces. You also didn't leave yourself an escape route." She said, rising as Harry frowned at her.

"Come on out. We'll take this outside now." She added, blinking when her pupil didn't move but rather smirked at her.

"Who says I didn't give myself an escape route?" Harrison asked, taking his tutor by surprise when he shot out of the cupboard.

"You always said that training doesn't end until I'm caught!" He cried, sprinting out of the room with the woman scrambling to catch up.

Harrison, or better known as Harry Potter-Othello, slid underneath the bed and stood up. He grinned as he spun around and face his tutor who stood on the other side. The woman had a grin on her face as well; proud that her pupil hadn't given up just yet. They stared each other down, each waiting for the other to move. Harry shifted, his body tense as his mind whirled with possibilities on how he could escape from the room. Yes, there was the window to his left but it would take a few precious seconds to unlock it and open it; seconds that his tutor could use to cross the bed and grab him. On the other hand, he could run across the bed and use the curtains hanging from the railing to temporary blind his tutor which would allow him to knock over the plant near the door so he could get out of the room and into the hallway. Making his choice, he leaped onto the bed and darted towards his tutor as she readied herself. Snagging the curtain, he pulled it off of the railing and flung it at the woman, taking her by surprise.

Jumping off the bed, he scrambled towards the door, reaching out and pulling the fake plant nearby to the floor along with a heavy armchair. Wrenching the door open, he sprinted down the hallway towards the main hall which led to the staircases. Behind him, the woman swore as she ripped the curtain off and nimbly leapt over the plant and the chair. However, she had to admit that her pupil was learning. While the House Elves might complain, Harrison was learning vital skills that could save his and other's lives in the future. Making her way to the hallway, she looked around before she caught sight of the boy turning the corner at the far end of the hall. Sprinting after him, she turned sharply and sped up, dodging others as they hurried to flatten themselves against the walls as she and Harry ran past.

Harry panted as he reached the stairs, his eyes wide when he saw a few people heading up and sending him knowing looks. He could hear his tutor gaining ground behind him so he made a rather hasty decision. Jumping onto the banister, he slid down to the first floor and jumped off near the end, wincing as he hit the floor awkwardly. Behind him, the woman leapt over the end of the railing, landing on the floor below in a crouch before sprinting after her pupil. Her longer legs and heightened stamina which came from years of training and going on missions allowed her to reach Harry just as he stretched out a hand to push open the front doors. Harry yelped as a strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up against his tutor's body, her other hand holding him just below his neck. He struggled against her iron-like hold, though she quickly pinned him against the wall so he couldn't use his arms or legs to get free.

"Very good, Harrison." She panted, smiling as the boy grinned even though he struggled for breath.

"Twenty minutes. You're getting better, son."

The woman released Harry and the pair turned before bowing towards Lucas as he walked towards them. Harry wasn't too surprised that his father had managed to watch his training; his parents often watched him to see how he was progressing.

"He's progressing nicely, Master Lucas. He's using his surroundings, age and youth to his advantage. He's thinking outside the box which is what he had trouble with in the beginning." The woman said, Lucas nodding as he smiled at his son.

"Thank you, Saitō Sensei." Harry said.

The woman, Kano Saitō, bowed slightly towards Harry who bowed deeper towards her before she headed out the door to do…whatever it was that many Assassins did in their free time. Harry turned and followed his dad when the man beckoned him. Heading down one of the hallways, Harry was surprised when he realized that his dad was taking him in the direction of his private study, a place where Harry had been forbidden to be in. The five year-old was slightly worried and yet excitement bubbled up inside him of him at the idea of getting to be inside the room. His parents had told him many times that he would be allowed inside of his dad's study when they felt he was old enough to begin learning what he needed to know about the other part of his heritage. Oh, he understood enough to know that he'll need to learn various things in order to mix in with others. He also knew that the training he was going through needed to be kept a secret from others that aren't a part of the Brotherhood. While he didn't fully understand why, he knew that his parents would tell him as he got older.

Lucas waved his hand over the door of his study, unlocking it. Opening the door, he gestured for his son to go inside. Harry slowly walked through the doorway, his eyes wide as he looked around. The walls were a light colored wood and three wide windows let in plenty of natural light. A large desk stood to the left with various papers and parchments strewn over it in organized piles along with fountain pens, quills and ink wells. Bookshelves stood behind the desk against the wall; filled with books of various sizes along with scrolls which looked rather old. To the right was a very small seating area in front of a fireplace; the two armchairs looked well used and had a small table between them for drinks or a tray to be set on it. Harry looked behind him as his dad closed the door and he felt the wards settle around the room. His dad guided him over to the two chairs and sat down in one of them, leaving his son to sit down in the other. Harry shifted, wanting nothing more than to run over to the bookshelves and look at the different books.

"I've gotten a review from your tutors today, Harry." Lucas said, watching as Harry looked at him before fidgeting.

"O-Oh?" Harry asked, looking up at his dad as Lucas nodded.

"Mhm. They're rather impressed by your dedication to your studies. Apparently they're thinking of moving you to advanced classes." Lucas said, smiling as Harry blinked and smiled back.

"Really?!"

"Yes, really. However, your mother and I are worried that you might be doing too much. You're only five, Harry. We want you to be a kid. Yes, you're going through training but we want to make sure you're having fun and spending time with children your own age." Lucas said, watching as his son tilted his head to the side and looked at him curiously.

"But isn't that why Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus come over? They always make sure I'm having fun and goofing off. That's why Miss Pinegrew gets cross at me." Harry said, frowning as he remembered his last governess.

"Yes, but there aren't very many children your age here at the estate. We were thinking of sending you to primary school in the Fall." Lucas explained, watching as Harry's frown deepened.

"But what about my training? You and Mum said that my training's important." He said, Lucas nodding as he smiled.

"And it is. Harry…your birth mother wanted you to have the best of both worlds: Magical and Non-Magical. She and your father had planned for you to attend Non-Magical school when you turned five. Of course when you get your Hogwarts letter you would get to choose if you wanted to continue your Non-Magical education or not. If you want to go to Primary school, you'll be working on your training during the weekends and school breaks. We were thinking of having you train on Saturdays while on Sundays you can spend with your uncles or friends." Lucas explained, watching as Harry looked at the fireplace thoughtfully.

"I…I am kinda lonely. Nymmy is busy with her training and she'll be in her last year of Primary school when school starts. After this year she'll be heading to Hogwarts. Uncle Sirius and Remus are also busy with their shop." Harry said.

"After school I'll also be starting your etiquette training. You're a Potter and an Othello and that means you'll be the Lord of both families one day." Lucas said, chuckling when his son pulled a face.

"Ugh! Do I really have'ta learn all that fancy stuff?" Harry asked, frowning when his dad nodded.

"Yes, Harry, you do. It's important that you learn all that 'fancy' stuff. People will expect you to learn it, especially since it's well known that we adopted you." Lucas said, watching as Harry sighed and slouched in his seat.

"But, your Uncle Sirius will also be helping you in those lessons. He's a Lord as well and was taught all of the things I'll be teaching you when he was the same age." He added, chuckling when Harry perked up.

Harry loved it whenever Sirius joined in on his lessons. His godfather always made things fun and often helped him pull pranks on his tutors and the others who lived on the estate. Lucas blinked when someone knocked on the door before it unlocked; revealing his wife who had a fond smile on her face.

"Harrison, Eliza wants to play." She said, watching as the boy blinked before smiling and darting out of the room.

Lucas chuckled as he watched his son, shaking his head fondly. Three years ago they had been blessed with a beautiful baby girl with dark blonde hair and golden eyes. Harry had instantly fallen in love with his little sister and took his duties as a big brother seriously. When she had just been a tiny infant Harry had constantly hovered nearby, helping his parents get things that Eliza needed or soothing her when she started crying. Now that she's three, Eliza often took to toddling after Harry, calling for her big brother and asking him to slow down or just asking him different questions about the world around her.

"You know he has a few weeks before he has to choose." Delilah said, walking over and sitting down on the armchair of Lucas' chair.

"I know, dear. I just…I want to let him have a rich and full life. When he gets older he'll begin to see the uglier side of the world and humanity. I want to preserve his innocence while we can." He said, resting his head on his wife's side as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"We are, love. His training is child's play right now. He thinks of it as a type of game and Sirius and Remus are constantly coming around and helping him get into trouble around the estate." Delilah said, smiling brightly as Lucas laughed.

"Remember when they pranked Hector? Merlin, I thought the man would explode." He laughed, his wife's delicate laughter joining his.

"Ah, but he surprised us all by suddenly laughing as well. Then there was the time he released all the horses from the stables." Delilah giggled, smiling as she remembered that prank.

"Yes and he was riding Gallant at the head, bareback and without reigns. It took hours for all the horses to be rounded up." Lucas said, laughing even harder as tears of mirth ran down his wife's cheeks.

They calmed down after a few minutes and just sat there, thinking about their son and all of the things he'd gotten up to. Of course both of them knew James' pension for troublemaking, but they also knew that it would give their son a sense of freedom and fun that he might not always have. Sirius and Remus were determined to make their godson and cub into a Marauder to continue their legacies. Their son already had a real talent for getting into trouble, but now that he had begun his training in stealth and evasion he's gotten better at running away and covering his tracks. Both of them knew their son was behind the great cookie disappearance last Christmas though no one could prove it. Even though all the children on the estate acted like they were upset, Delilah had caught them all smiling and hugging their son whenever they thought no one was looking. Not only that but one of the House Elves had found cookie crumbs in Harry's bedsheets the day after all the cookies disappeared.

Delilah left her husband to work on paperwork and headed off to her private parlor to work on her paintings. Lucas glanced up from his work an hour later and smiled when he saw his son and daughter playing on the playground near the back of the house. Even though Harry seemed to be busy doing his own thing, he kept a careful eye on his little sister as she climbed the structure and stumbled towards the big slide. Lucas shook his head and chuckled softly, proud that his son was so dedicated to his little sister already. He and Delilah had been worried that Harry wouldn't be happy or accepting of having a younger sibling. Hell, he and Delilah hadn't been sure if Delilah could even get pregnant because of the various accidents and trouble she's been in due to being an assassin. However, when they learned that Delilah was with child and told Harry, his eyes had gotten big and he had been so excited about the idea of being a big brother. Seeing him interact with Eliza never failed to make them smile and many times the others would praise Harry for helping his little sister whenever she struggled or was in need of help.

It was during dinner when Harry finally had his answer to his father's suggestion of attending primary school. Harry waited until the food was served and there was a lull in the conversation before speaking up.

"Dad, Mum, I...I would like to go to primary school." Harry said, looking up as Delilah and Lucas paused and looked at him in surprise.

"Really?" Delilah asked, surprise in her voice as Harry nodded.

"Yeah. I want to make friends and learn more about the Non-Magical world. Besides, I might find kids like me." Harry said, smiling as his parents nodded.

"Alright then, tomorrow we'll look at different schools." Lucas said, smiling as his son nodded happily.

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Salfords Primary School

September 2nd, 1985

Harry nervously adjusted his schoolbag as his mum pulled up to Salfords Primary school. Both his parents and his sister had been excited that he had decided to go, and so had he. Cousin Nymmy had gone here for her schooling and his Cousin Andie had recommended it for them. Of course now that they're parked alongside the curb doubts started popping up in his mind. What if he couldn't make any friends? What if he couldn't keep his temper and accidentally hurt someone? Shifting in his seat, Harry looked up at his mum as she turned to look back at him. A gentle smile crossed Delilah's face when she saw the nervousness in her son's eyes. This would be the first time he'd away from the estate without one of them nearby. Of course there were a few guards stationed around the outside of the school even though no one outside the estate knew that their son was attending a Non-Magical school.

"Okay there, sweetie?" She asked, watching as Harry nervously tugged on the collar of his white polo.

"Yeah…" Harry muttered, glancing out at the door as more and more children his age and older walked up to the school.

"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll do fine!" Delilah said, reaching back and gently touching her son's cheek.

"But…what if I can't make any friends or keep up in class." Harry asked, fear in his voice as Delilah smiled in understanding.

"Harry, you're a very smart boy. You're tutors have always praised your desire to learn and push yourself. I have no doubt you'll be able to keep up in class. Not only that, but you're a very likable young man. I'm sure you'll make friends easily." Delilah said, smiling as Harry relaxed and nodded.

"Now, go out there and have fun! Remember to be respectful to your teachers and be polite." She said, her son smiling brightly as he nodded.

Harry quickly unbuckled and climbed out of the backseat. Waving back at his mum as he closed the car door, he followed the group of children up the main walkway. It was rather easy to find the teacher who was meant for his year group and he was glad to see that there were plenty of children his own age. They were soon led into a rather large theater room where a good number of teachers stood and introduced themselves once the children were seated. The Headmistress spoke with them about what was expected of them as students and encouraged them to ask questions and go to their teachers or her if they had any problems. One by one, the students were divided into groups by the teachers. Harry was rather pleased to see that there was a close, even number of boys and girls in each class. Looking at his classmates, he smiled at a nearby girl with brown hair and blue eyes. She blinked and smiled shyly back, waving her fingers at him.

"Alright class, if you'll follow me we'll head to our classroom and begin the day." Missus Walden said, smiling as the group looked at her and nodded.

Upon reaching the classroom, Missus Walden showed them where the nearest bathroom was before she explained the rules of her classroom. Once that was done she had the student introduce themselves as well as tell something about themselves to the class. Missus Walden then assigned the students their seats before beginning the lesson. Harry quickly discovered that he already knew what was being taught. However, instead of just sitting around and lazing about, he noticed that a boy sitting next to him, named Dean Thomas, seemed to be struggling slightly. Harry smiled and introduced himself to the boy, making Dean blink before he grinned and shook Harry's hand while introducing himself as well. Missus Walden looked up when she heard the soft sounds of conversation. Preparing herself to scold one of her new students for chatting, she paused when she saw Mister Potter-Othello helping Mister Thomas with his worksheet.

She smiled at the sight before she rose from her desk and walked around the room. She helped further explain things to a few students and helped a few others grasp some of the new concepts. Reaching Harrison's desk, she was surprised to see that the boy had already completed his worksheet and that all the answers, at first glance, were correct. Now, she'd had some advanced students come through her class before but it normally took them a little bit to settle and grasp things. However, with Harrison it seemed as if he already knew what she's teaching. She made a mental not to keep an eye on the boy; make sure that he wasn't too bored in her class. It wouldn't do for his mind and talents to go to waste, which was exactly what the school didn't want to happen to gifted students.

It didn't seem to take long before Missus Walden led her class outside to the playground where another two classes were already playing. Harry grinned when he saw the large playground and instantly headed towards the metal jungle gym. Climbing up the dome structure, he soon reached the top and hooked his legs over the bar before hanging upside down. He laughed when he saw a few girls looking at him with wide eyes. Other children were climbing over the metal structure, though Harry turned his attention to a rather small, nervous looking girl and began coaxing her to climb up a few rungs. He never noticed two older and bigger boys making their way up the rungs towards him; however, Dean did. Dean frowned and moved quickly, blocking Harry from the boys and narrowing his eyes at them.

"Hey, runt, move." One of the boys said, making Dean frown as Harry turned his attention to the group.

"Why should we?" Harry asked, frowning as the two boys looked at him and sneered.

"This place is for older students. Not itty-bitty first years."

"This structure is for everyone." Dean said, watching as the boys scoffed.

"Looks like they need to learn their place, Sean."

Harry shifted uneasily as he watched the two boys. He knew his mum and dad wouldn't like it if he got into a fight on his first day of school, especially since he had promised to do his best. However, he also didn't like the thought of simply giving up and walking away from these two bullies. The idea of snitching wasn't too pleasant either. However, if there was one thing he knew it was when to choose your battles. Nudging Dean, he glanced pointedly at the spaces between the bars below them. Dean frowned at first before understanding filled his eyes. They watched as the two boys climbed closer and, when they made to grab them, Dean and Harry slipped between the bars and hung on a few feet above the ground. Harry dropped down first, grunting as his legs absorbed the impact. Dean dropped down next, stumbling slightly before he and Harry looked up. Both of the older boys were scowling at them and their eyes promised that this issue wasn't over. Harry snorted and pulled Dean away from the structure and over to another area which wasn't as populated.

"Hey, Dean, how did you know those boys were trouble?" He asked, sitting down at one of the benches as his new friend blinked.

"Well they didn't look too nice and…it was a gut feeling as my mum would say. I always get these feelings that let me know when I'm in danger. I'm the eldest of five so I count on them a lot." Dean said, shrugging as Harry looked at him.

"I get those feelings too. It's like I'm able to sense the intentions of others." Harry said.

"Exactly! Once, my mum brought her last boyfriend over and…there was just something…off 'bout him. My mum had to run out to get pizza and her boyfriend was upstairs sleeping. I went up there to check on him and caught him going through my mum's stuff. He was trying to steal from us. I ran and hid my siblings in the basement and called the cops. My mum was so upset and yet she was so happy that I was there and trusted my gut." Dean explained, Harry listening intently as his thoughts ran wild.

Before Harry could say anything, Missus Walden called them back inside. Heading back to the classroom, they were once more going through lessons. The rest of the day passed by without much excitement as Harry and Dean getting to know more about each other. Dean was fascinated in learning that his new friend was apparently rather wealthy even though Harry and his family didn't flaunt it unlike others. Harry learned that Dean had three younger sisters and a younger brother who was the baby of the family. According to Dean, his dad passed away to cancer a year ago while his mum was pregnant with his baby brother. His mum was working overtime at a local hospital in order to make ends meet while his aunt or uncle watched him and his siblings. Harry also learned that Dean was a lover of football, to which they got into a rather heated discussion about their favorite teams and different games.

At the end of the day, they happily exchanged phone numbers and promised to call and chat sometime soon. They split up and Harry happily ran over to his dad's car and slid into the backseat. Lucas grinned when he saw his son and pulled away from the curb as the boy began chatting away about his day once he was buckled in. Lucas was rather interested in hearing about Dean Thomas and how the other lad prevented a possible fight. Of course he was slightly concerned when Harry told him about the older boys attempting to dominate the playground and made a note to keep an eye on what his son said about any future problems. Though what surprised him was when Harry told him about Dean's 'gut-feelings' and how it reminded his son about the senses many Assassins had.

"Dad, is it possible that Dean's like us?" Harry asked, looking up at the side of his dad's face as Lucas glanced back at him.

"It's possible, son. However, your mum and I will need to meet him first." Lucas said, Harry nodding in agreement even though he frowned lightly.

"I kinda feel bad for him though. His dad passed away and his mum works hard to care for Dean and his siblings. His aunt and uncle watch them but apparently they badmouth his mum." Harry said, anger in his voice as Lucas frowned.

"Has Dean told his mum?"

"No. He doesn't want to make things harder on his mum. They aren't close to any of the neighbors nearby and it would cost too much to hire a sitter." Harry explained.

"Is there anything we could do?" Harry asked a few minutes later, his voice soft as Lucas sighed.

"I'm not sure, son. You've just made friends with Dean so it could take a while before it would be considered appropriate to suggest things to his mother. I know you want to look out for your new friend Harry, but we have to take things slowly or we'll tip our hand." Lucas said, Harry listening intently and nodding even though he doesn't look too happy about it.

Reaching the estate, Harry headed off to the library to work on what few assignments he'd been given. Lucas, instead of trying to find his wife, headed to his study and silently casted the Patronus charm. A golden Eagle shot out of the man's hand, soaring around the study before gliding back to the man as he pulled it over. The majestic bird hovered in front of him, staring him in the eyes.

"Message to Silver Serpent: I need you to do research into the Thomas family. The eldest child is Dean Thomas and he is the eldest of five children. His mother works for a local hospital and his father passed due to cancer. Young Hawk suspects Dean might be a potential assassin. Stay out of sight and report back when possible." He said, the Eagle nodding before it flew through one of the walls.

Casting another patronus, he called it back once more for another message.

"Message to Goldenpaw: I need you to see if a Dean Thomas is set to attend Hogwarts within the next six years. Young Hawk has a feeling about a new friend he has made and we wish to know if this friend is a Non-Magical or Magical. If his name is in the register, could you check if any of his younger siblings are as well? Take your time."

The second patronus soon disappeared and Lucas settled down to work on more paperwork and go over information that he's received from those on missions. He was alarmed at the number of warehouses that were popping up which were modifying guns and non-magical drugs with potions. Sighing in frustration, he knew that it wasn't all due to Templars, but these people still needed to be stopped. Creating copies of the research and information, he ensured that nothing held any magical trace and didn't contain any names or codenames that might lead back to him or his assassins. Once he was satisfied, he called in one of the higher ranked assassins and handed her a non-descript manila folder.

"Sneak into the Auror department and leave this on Madame Bones' desk. When you return call several others and come here for a mission." He said, watching as the woman nodded curtly before she swept out of the office.

Before he could return to his work, a silvery golden form of a Scottish Terrier ran through the wall and jumped onto his desk before sitting down.

"A Mister Dean Thomas who lives in the Tandridge region is set to come to Hogwarts in the same year as Young Hawk. All of Mister Thomas' siblings are also listed as possible Hogwarts students. I shall be teaming up with Silver Serpent on his mission." A woman's voice said, Lucas nodding his head thoughtfully as the patronus disappeared.

"Harry told me about his new friend." Delilah said, breaking her husband out of his thoughts as he turned to look at her.

"Oh?" He asked, smiling as the woman nodded and walked over.

"He's really excited about having a new friend though he's wishing to help Dean out. He has a good heart." Delilah said.

"That he does. I have Severus and Minerva on missions to learn more about Dean Thomas and his family. Minerva has already discovered that Dean and his siblings are set to attend Hogwarts in the future. Someone in his family had magic." Lucas explained, his wife listening with interest.

"What do you think?" Delilah asked, sitting on the edge of her husband's desk as he sighed deeply.

"I think our son has a knack of finding other Magicals and Assassins. What Dean was describing sounded very similar to our Eagle vision. He can sense the intentions of others and is highly aware of his surroundings. However, Harry has just met the lad so it's still up in the air." Lucas admitted, his wife nodding slightly.

"And if Dean is an assassin?"

"Then we'll have to explain things to his mother and hope for the best. It would be best if we had Andromeda and Ted speak with Missus Thomas. Andromeda and Ted would be able to better explain things so she might be more accepting. Not only that but she would benefit in living here in the complex. We're expanding our boarders and have plans with the Goblins to build more houses. She wouldn't have to worry about a sitter and we could use another employee in the Golden Heart Clinic." Lucas said, his wife smiling in approval.

"Sounds like a pretty good plan. The clinic is already accepting more and more people. Parents are singing our praise in helping their children and other family members with our 'natural' medicines." She said, making Lucas chuckle softly as he shook his head.

"It's amazing on how simple it is getting around the Statute of Secrecy. We're insuring the clinic has guards around the clock and the wards remain steady. It poses a very tempting target for our enemies." He said, his wife humming and nodding in agreement.

"Well, I'll go and watch Harrison's training. Good luck with the paperwork." She said, standing and laughing as her husband groaned and dropped his head onto his desk with a dull 'thunk'.

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June 30th, 1986

Cassie Thomas looked down at the paper in her hands as a sense of wonder, confusion and hysteria filled her. How could things have gotten crazy so quickly?! All because of a new friend her son made in school! At the beginning of the school year, she had been happy when Dean had told her about his new friend Harry. Yes, she had been surprised when he informed her that Harry apparently came from a wealthy family and yet was completely normal. In her experience children tended to boast about things such as money and wealth, though it also depended on the child's parents. Now, she knew her eldest boy. Dean wasn't one to make friends easily because of the life he's been dealt. Dean was the most cautious of all her children and was always careful about the people he wanted to bring around them.

It pained her, in a way. Since her beloved husband's death Dean had really stepped up in his role as the eldest son even though he's still very young. He made sure his siblings were awake, fed and dressed before he went to school. He also sure the chores got done and lunches were made along with baths having been taken and was always the one who made sure she had something to eat when she came home; even if it was something as simple as a sandwich. He had grown up quickly and sometimes she forgot that he was only five years-old. He acted like a teen already and it broke her heart and made her proud at the same time. Sometimes she wondered if she was doing the right thing in not seeking out assistances from others. Sadly her own pride was something she didn't want to lose after having lost so much in such a short amount of time. Thankfully things hadn't gotten bad enough that they were on the brink of losing the house or the car. She did know her own limits and when she'd have to buckle down and swallow her pride.

When she agreed that this Harry could come over during the weekend after the first week of school, she had honestly expected to see a posh and slightly snobby boy that would look down on their small but well cared for home. Instead she met a well-mannered, modest and kind boy who happily hugged her instead of shaking her hand. Her daughters had fallen in love with Harry instantly and fawned over him; especially when he agreed to play dolls with them. She had never seen her eldest son so happy with another boy his age besides Damien Best who had moved away when her son was four. Harry had quickly won her children's and her own heart. It was impossible not to love the boy, really. He was so willing to help her and Dean out and had happily helped her daughters find joy in learning. She was glad that Dean had found a good friend in Harry and had been more than happy to let the boy come over nearly every weekend during the school year. Dean had been over to Harry's house, to which the boy had apparently been in awe over the manor Harry lived in.

She had been slightly worried in learning that Harry lived in a manor on a large estate, but Dean hadn't shown any jealousy. Her beloved son had taken it in stride and had told her that, while the place had been welcoming, he liked their cozy little home much better. Now that the school year has ended, however, she had gotten the odd request if she could speak with Harry's parents. Lucas and Delilah were very kind people, just like their son, and their daughter was adorable and had gotten along with her own girls instantly. All of that, though, had been wiped from her mind as soon as Lucas and Delilah asked to speak with her in private and handed her a piece of paper.

Now, she's seen pictures of her grandparents and of her great-grandparents. However, she had never, never seen a moving picture of her great-grandmother standing in a set of old fashioned robes with some kind of medal pinned to her breast. Tearing her eyes away from the photo, she looked down at the headline of the apparent newspaper below the picture.

Athena Woods awarded Order of Merlin Second Class!

The article below stated that her great-grandmother had gotten this…award for creating a spell-spells!-that would help Healers properly figure out anything and everything that might be wrong with someone. While she had a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that magic, Witches and Wizards are apparently real, a wild thought randomly popped into her head.

-Apparently being a healer runs in the family!-

"Missus Thomas, I understand that this is quite a shock…" Lucas said, watching as Cassie held up her hand.

If she was honest with herself, Cassie had always suspected that something was different about her family. Her grandfather had always talked about the impossible. He would talk about a castle in Scotland where people were taught magic and ramble about amazing fantasy creatures as if they had been real. Of course her parents and her grandmother had thought the man insane, but he had always been adamant that it was all real. His father had never been in the picture and according to what she could remember her great-grandfather had left his wife not long after she had gotten pregnant. Armed with the knowledge that her grandfather hadn't been insane, things that she had noticed about Dean and her girls were beginning to make sense. Dean, whenever he had been focused on something, actually made things move by themselves. Her girls, whenever angry, caused things to break and had even caused the entire house to shake once!

"So…my children are…Witches and Wizards?" She asked, her voice shaky as the couple in front of her nodded.

"We wanted to be sure of a few things before approaching you about this. One of our associates works for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. Whenever a magical child is born, their name appears in a book in the Ministry of Magic, our government, and in the school. When the child turns eleven, a letter of invitation is sent to the child and their parents stating that the child has been accepted to attend the school if you should accept." Delilah explained, Cassie listening closely and nodding lightly.

"So…what am I if my children are Witches and Wizards? "She asked, curiosity in her voice as Lucas smiled softly.

"You are what are known as a Squib. You have a magical core but are unable to use it because there's not enough magic inside your core to 'push' with. You cannot use a wand which is what deems you a Squib." He answered, though he looked to his wife as she leaned forward.

"Now, our society is still dominated by blood. There are Witches and Wizards who come from long lines of magic users. They are called Purebloods. My husband and I are Purebloods and so is our daughter. Then there are Halfbloods. They have one parent who is a Pureblood and one parent who is a Muggleborn. Our son Harrison is a Halfblood. A Muggleborn is a child who is born to two people who don't have magic. Now, it's thought that Muggleborns come from people who had once had magic in their family line but it 'Squibbed' out so to say. Purebloods and some Halfbloods look down at Muggleborns and Squibs. Squibs are normally banished from their families because their family members thing that they are a disgrace.

"Muggleborns are seen as inferior to Halfbloods and Purebloods because they haven't had magic as long as others. However, history has proven that this isn't true. Harrison's biological mother was the smartest Witch of her age and, if she had lived, she would've gone far in our world. There are some Purebloods, like us, who don't buy into the blood supremacy tosh that others brag about. Your children would be considered Halfbloods because you actually come from a Pureblood line. The Woods line still has roots dating all the way back to the founders of Hogwarts. Dean, as the eldest son, can inherit the bloodline and the fortune that has sat in Gringotts waiting for the next magical in your family." Delilah explained.

"So…if Dean accepts his place as…Lord Woods, then we'll be rich?" Cassie asked, staring in disbelief as the pair nodded.

"As his mother you will take control of the fortune and family assets until he comes of age at the age of seventeen." Delilah answered, watching as Cassie nodded weakly.

"Now, there's another thing about Dean that we need to explain." Lucas said, making Cassie focus on him.

"In the world there are two groups: Assassins and Templars. Since…Merlin; since the dawn of humanity it seems, these two groups have been fighting each other. Assassins stand for the freedom of everyone while Templars stand for control and domination. Now, us magicals have our own branches of these groups; just add in the word Magical to the title. My wife, our son, daughter and myself are Assassins. We're actually Master Assassins and are in charge of the Britain Magical Assassins Brotherhood. We try to keep Templars from taking over and also help protect the Non-Magical world from magical influences that are harmful and dangerous. We don't kill for fun; we have a code that we live and swear by." Lucas explained, having seen horror in Cassie's eyes though that quickly vanished.

"Our son saw some traits that are common in assassins. Since our arrival here, I casted a simple charm that showed me if he does have some abilities that us Assassins carry and he does. Your son has what is called Eagle sight. It allows him to see enemies, allies, informants and normal civilians in different colors once the sight has been activated. He also seems to have the other ability that comes from the sight: the ability to sense the intentions of others around him." He added, Cassie nodding faintly as she remembered a few times when her son refused to speak with someone or demanded that they leave or move to a different area.

"We would like to begin Dean's training, with your permission of course. He would learn parkour, stealth, spying and free running for now until he turns seven when we would begin training him in hand-to-hand combat and self-defense which would gradually move onto him learning how to use different weapons once he's a teen. Any missions he would go on would be spying missions where he wouldn't be expected or even told to engage in combat. We would also like you and your family to move to our estate. You would be living in your own house on the grounds which have been turned into more of a complex with how many other Assassins and their families have moved there. Of course you and your children will live normal lives besides the training. As you know Harrison attends a normal primary school and many of our members and their families have jobs outside of the estate." Delilah said, watching as Cassie frowned lightly.

"So, my son has the abilities to become this…Assassin?" She asked, concern in her voice as the couple nodded.

"Yes, but like we said, he won't be learning how to kill until he's much older. Even then it's up to you and him if he even wants to go through with this training. We're not going to push you or Dean into anything you don't want. What we're offering is that Dean goes through magical training and also Assassin training. We're also offering you a new job. Some of our Assassins own a clinic called Golden Heart where we treat diseases and illnesses that are thought to be incurable to Non-Magicals but Witches and Wizards have the cures readily available. Now, the Ministry would be all over us for breaching the Statute of Secrecy but we advertise these cures as completely natural and we sedate those we're treating so they don't know about magic. We could use a woman of your talents, compassion and dedication in our clinics. You'd be making more than you are now with two days off a week and holidays are off or you're given double the pay." Delilah explained, smiling gently as Cassie looked at her with wide eyes.

"C-Could I have some time to think things over?" She asked, her voice weak and her thoughts muddled slightly.

"Of course. We wouldn't accept your answer right now anyway. We want you to give this serious thought and consideration." Lucas said, his wife nodding in agreement as they all stood.

Cassie walked her guests to the front door, in which Dean and her girls said their goodbyes to Harry. Harry smiled and thanked her for letting him come over before he and his parents headed outside and to their car. Dean closed the door and watched as his mum walked back into the dining room and sat down heavily at the table. His sisters looked at him in concern, making him smile reassuringly at them before he walked into the kitchen and made his mum a cup of tea. Cassie blinked when a mug appeared on the table in front of her, a faint smile forming on her lips as she reached over and lightly ruffled Dean's hair.

"Mum, Harry told me and the others that we're able to do magic." Dean said, his voice soft as Cassie took a deep drink of tea.

"His parents told me the same thing. Apparently you have quite the fortune waiting for you." She said, watching as Dean hummed thoughtfully.

"Do you think there's enough to send all of us to Hogwarts and get new clothes? Sammy is wearing out his clothes and Meg is got another few inches taller." Dean said, worry in his voice as Cassie turned and looked at her son.

"You're so good to us, Dean." She said, picking her son up and settling him on her lap where she hugged him tightly.

"Well, I know you're busy and I'm determined to help. I wouldn't be helping if I didn't know what the others need." He said, making Cassie chuckle weakly.

"What do you think about getting special training? Harry's parents told me that you're even more special than other Wizards. You'd be getting special training alongside Harry that will help you have the skills needed to help others when you're older." She said, knowing that her son wouldn't fully understand the goal of Assassins just yet.

"Harry told me about some of his training. It sounds really fun." Dean said, smiling as Cassie nodded.

"His parents have also offered us a new place to live and a new job for me. I'd be able to spend more time with you lot and I'd be getting more money. I don't want us to completely rely on the fortune." Cassie said, watching as Dean's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Where would we be moving?"

"It would be into a house on the grounds of the Othello estate. There will be plenty of people to watch you and your siblings and from what I garnered it's a very safe place. "She answered, Dean nodding as he looked at her thoughtfully.

"So…we wouldn't have to have Aunt Miranda or Uncle Bret watch us…right?" He asked, hopefulness in his voice as Cassie frowned at him.

"Dean, what's wrong with having your aunt and uncle watch you?" She asked, watching as he shifted and looked down uncomfortably.

"Uncle Bret complains about us all the time; about having to waste his time watching us and that you should just put us in an orphanage if you can't watch us yourself. Aunt Miranda constantly talks bad about you too. She's always making fun of your job, clothes and puts Megan, Sasha and Jessica down all the time. I've told her to stop but she just laughs at me and says that there's nothing I can do about it unless I want to be taken away from you." Dean said, his voice hardly above a whisper as Cassie looked at him with shock and growing anger.

"Dean…have they ever struck you or your sisters?" She asked, her voice filled with growing anger as Dean worried his bottom lip.

"…Aunt Miranda slapped Jessica when she tried telling her how to change Sammy's diaper. Called her a rude name as too." Dean said, blinking when his mum hugged him tightly.

"Let's go talk things over with the girls and see what they think about moving. I can tell you now; your aunt and uncle will never come over here again; even if we don't move." Cassie said, finishing the last of her tea as Dean blinked and smiled.