Harry Potter Raised By Assassins Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

I stopped right in my tracks when I found two guys talking but as soon as they noticed me, they stopped talking. "Hey," One of them spoke, "Im Zayn." He smiled and walked towards me. He had brown messy hair, lots of tattoos and piercings. He was indeed hot. "Alexia." I returned the smile. "Ohhhhh," The other guy spoke, "The assassin." He had brown hairs, lots of tattoos but no piercing. "Yeah," I replied, "The assassin." "Im Harry." He winked at me as i looked at him in a disgusted face.

I have to wait for the opportunity to strike him. "Let's get this over with." Before he can stab me with his dagger, I open my eyes and release my magic, creating a gravity pull. It wrapped around the assassin and had him, pin-up, in my ceiling. "What the hell! Magic? This wasn't in the description." the assassin says in shock. "Shit!" I got out of bed and then looked up. I used magic to lift myself off the floor and imagine myself sitting on a chair looking at the assassin.

I was feeling the warmth and the love emanating from their bodies and a sense of peace came over me. “It doesn’t matter if Cassius is dead. This baby will grow up to be dangerous for all of you.” They looked at each other and I could see a confident smile on their faces. “He or she will if we let it. We are going to raise it to be a powerful sorcerer, but the right way,” Eliphas assured me and kissed my lips tenderly. “Is being in the dungeon the reason for you not going with them?” I asked Kieran and he stayed silent as he looked back at Eliphas.

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

I held my dagger tight and cut through the ropes and freed Cassidy from the chair and then carried her from the center of the circle to outside the gym. "Cass!" I shook her body but she didn't answer me. "Riona!"Leonardos voice echoed in the hallway and never have I felt so hopeful all my life. "Leo! Cassidy needs to go to the hospital, can you please take her there?" I asked. "Sure but why aren't you coming with us?" "I need to find him." I answered with bloodshot eyes. "What see you gonna do when you find him?" I lifted the dagger in my hand. "I'll kill him." I answered.

Kai, who was in the study room, said respectfully, “Master Harry, all the posts on the young mistress’s school forum have already been cleared. I have people watching the forum to ensure that the young mistress won’t be linked with Quentin anymore.” Harry sat on the swivel leather chair. He was not very satisfied with the result, so he said casually, “Since Quentin is so free, let’s find something for him to do then.” This sentence was extremely cold. Kai instantly understood that this meant that Harry wanted to make Quentin suffer. “Okay, Master Harry. I’ll work on it immediately.” … Sienna picked up the pillow in the bedroom and threw it aside. After that, she put all the silver needles aw

They where slowly fading as my eyes flickered slowly shut. "This is troubling. I thought Aspin was a little to gung ho about the Assassins life, but it seems he himself was one after all. Drake will not be pleased to hear about this." I heard the Henchman whisper. I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground.

Jeremy sneers bitterly. "I didn't know. But I visited you. I thought everything was okay." Harry says in a whisper, and I can see the broken expression on his face. "You didn't know because I didn't want you to know. I broke out of that asylum months later and decided to get my revenge on you. And so on the night of your coronation, I planted that letter on your bed before I tried to kill mom." Everyone gasped at his last statement. "You were the man that tried to kill Mom that night?" Harry asks Jeremy in an incredulous tone, and the boy nods.

They were both tall, black hooded, and their aura unreadable but sharp, deadly. They didn’t see me yet as I approached quietly. I didn’t breathe. I shouldn’t. My sword hummed in my grip, reacting to the evil just steps ahead. Nyra’s father raised a skeletal hand toward the bottle. “At last. She’s too distracted above to notice. Once we get this…” “Too distracted?” I growled, interrupting him. I stepped into the chamber, my presence and the force from the sword crashing like thunder. The assassins turned, blades drawn in an instant.