Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I saw a man fall to the ground, I thought it was his guards but when I got there, it was one of the assassins. I thought... I thought he was gonna die, I was only worried about him. But I don't think he cared. He was so angry at me, I have never seen him this angry before. I could feel it, his anger was way too much than the night of the sacrifice. It was like he's gonna kill me, right at the moment, but he didn't. He didn't kill me and I don't know why?" Mrs Malfoy was speechless. "You know, it could have been better if he had killed me that night. He... he doesn't want me, he hates me so much. He said... he said he was gonna kill me if he ever sets his eyes on me."

I said and looked him in the eye. “What is your connection to the King?” he asked me. I didn’t answer him immediately but my hand had morphed into a claw as I turned to face him and his eyes bulged as I ripped his heart out and let it fall to the ground. I washed my hands in the nearby fountain and left Thomas Summerton to enjoy the view of the garden as he lay on his back, his open eyes staring at the starlit sky. “I’m the King’s Assassin, that’s my connection,” I said softly and made my way back to the ballroom.

Harry takes my hand as he gently squeezes it before he plants his lips on my knuckles, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry America. I didn’t want to leave you. It wasn’t what I wanted.” I cried like a child as my tears kept coming out from my eyes and wetting both my cheeks. Quickly, he wiped my tears with his fingers as he continued to say, “If I only knew how to go back, I would have done it even if I’d risk my life. I would have done it without doubts but I didn’t know what to do because I woke up forgetting everything. I'm so sorry America.” Harry pulls me in again and gives me another hug, “I was stabbed that day.” He confesses as he whispers in my ear. “Diana stabbed me because if she didn’t do i

the assassin lowers his gun and walks over to me. He wraps his arm around me and digs his finger into the wound in my shoulder. I lower my shoulder, trying to get away from him. "Get your filthy hands off of me," I snap at him. "Oh no, Lo," the assassin says as he pulls me in under his arm. "We have all agreed that we will have some fun with you before your time is up."

Oh, damn! Harry with curly brown hair, and sharp eyes stared at me angrily and pointed a finger at me. “What the hell are you doing here?! You don’t know that I’ve been looking for you the whole night, and then—you’re here in Ashford’s VIP room doing nasty things?!” I don’t know how to deal with Harry but he was staring at me like I did an immoral act, he even grabbed my arm tightly and dragged me out. I was shocked for a moment when he was about to slap me, but then again—the stranger saved me from getting hurt.

I asked loudly, still looking frustrated. "Your....never mind." Harry said, diverting his eyes back to his eggs. And yet again, his eyes couldn't get off my ass. "Fuck El, I can see your ass." He spat out. He almost looked like he was burning up. He tried to focus back to what he was doing but I was distracting him with all this. "What?" I said feeling a lot more frustrated. "Seriously, your ass." He said again. I thought he was teasing me again so I had to clear my doubt by raising my hands up in the air and checking if my buttocks were actually visible.

He removed his long coat. I took a step forward, gripping the table. Assassin placed his long coat over my shoulders. He picked me up, "Thank you, Assassin," Tears welled down my eyes. I glanced at Duante through the corners of my eyes. He grabbed the wooden chair. He arched his arm in full anger and annoyance grasping the chair. Assassin turned into the hallway. I heard a loud noise shattering the mirror. I closed my eyes, making the remaining tears fall. The tears continued to spill down.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

"Spit it out. Tell the truth, and I might let you crawl back to whatever hole you came from," Harper snarled. Her claws were half-extended, grazing the assassin’s throat. She didn't care about the Silver Ridge Enforcers; she wanted this cur to admit Madison had pulled the strings so Hudson would finally see the viper in his bed.