Dark Assassin or Dark Lord?

Chapter 1: Assassin ... that's me

-I Own Nothing-
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"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Parsletongue"
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-Quick Warnings-

EvilHarry

StrongHarry

Nice(er)Voldemort.

Strong possibility of being HarryxHarem
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"STOP HIM!"

People stopped and turned as the voices of three aurors yelled out over the crowd. Curious bystanders stood on their tiptoes, wanting to see what was going on.

"MOVE" snarled a voice in the crowd, before the owner shoved a group of shoppers aside with impressive straight.

His entire body was hidden under a black cloak, face enshrouded under the shadows of his hood.

Masterfully weaving in and out between people, everyone watched in amazement as he flipped over what looked like a first year Hogwarts student holding a large stack of school supplies with a cauldron filled with glass bottles at the top. Their amazement quickly turned to horror as the cauldron was kicked and sent flying back towards the three wearing standard blue auror robes.

The metal caldron slammed into the first mans head, instantly sending him to the ground with bottles of potion ingredients shattering all around his body. The other two, a man with brown hair and a woman with spiky pink hair stopped and turned to help him before the rapidly mixing liquids reacted in a violent way.

"Tonks I'll help Donald and call for back up, you keep on going, don't let him get away" The man said in a hurry before loud screams caused them both to turn.

The hood hiding the man's face had fallen, revealing a dull black mask that sent many older witches and wizards into panic. It was similar to the white masks Death Eaters wear but was smoother unlike the jagged ones of a Death Eater.

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Excessum Manus, roughly translated to Death Hand in latin. Unlike the the Dark lords inner circle, who led open attacks, a Death Hand was a highly trained assassin that worked alone and were said to be the personal bodyguards of the Dark lord himself. Back during the first war, many important light figures were terrified to sleep, afraid that one of the Death Hands were watching and that they would never wake up again.

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Breaking from her thoughts, Tonks drew her wand and sent a stunner toward the man who was now standing in a rapidly clearing street.

Seeing the stunner flying at him, the man spun on his heel and ripped his cloak off before slinging it at the spell. It was made of cheap cloth spelled to block many spells so it wasn't a loss.

Without anything to hide his looks, the hiding shoppers and aurors were able to get a good look at him. Like his mask, everything he wore was black, even his messy hair. Black pants, black short-sleeve shirt, black boots, black vest, belt with matching pouches, gloves and what looked like a black school bag on his back. The only things that weren't black was the dull silver daggers on his waist and a muggle pistol at his hip.

As the man spun around again and shot down the street, Tonks quickly gave chase. Turning down an alley, she slowed to a stop as it was a dead end.

"Darn-"

*Click*

*Shink*

She stopped and froze as a cold silver blade poked at her neck while the barrel of a muggle pistol jammed into her back.

"Hello miss," Came the cold yet childish voice from behind her.

She gulped, having heard stories of just how powerful the ones who donned black masks could be.

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Trained in almost all potentially deadly arts, a Death Hand was a aurors worst nightmare. While there were few actually capable of being Death Hands, those who were, was trained until they either completed their training or died trying. The proof of just how effective their training really was is hung in the form of a memorial plaque in the ministry, titled 'In loving memory of our Minister,' who was publicly assassinated during a speech before Fuge took his place.

Most were trained in at least dueling and occlumency to the point of near mastery but it wasn't rare to find one who used swords or in some cases guns.

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"TONKS!"

The man whirled around, using the girl as a human shield as her partner slid to a stop holding a wand at them.

"Let her go," he ordered threateningly.

The knife pushed harder against her neck and Tonks could feel the man pulling her body against his before the knife was removed and replaced with his hand around her neck.

"I don't think your in a position to demand anything" replied the assassin, who chuckled and caressed her cheek, making her flinch and the man growl.

The auror growled and took a step forward, "Don't you touch her, you bastard" he snarled.

The Death Hand hummed before a humorless chuckle escaped his lips, "Really?" he asked, running his hand down the front of her shirt, brushing against her breasts, "Or what?"

Tonks knew what the weapon jammed into her back could do, especially after what she saw him do with it before. Whimpering again as he molested her, Tonks felt hot tears stream from her eyes. She wasn't a pro, she had only been a auror of a few years and had spent most of it at a desk.

The assassin chuckled again before his hand slipped lower and hooked under her shirt, traveling up and roughly groping her through her bra, exposing her flat stomach to the air. He could see the fury in the mans eyes and laughed as the girl sobbed in his grasp, making her partner even madder.

"You mother-" started the man before his eyes went wide, it was like everything slowed down as the killer pushed Tonks to the ground in front of him, exposing his weapon to the world, a muggle 9mm and fired, hitting him in the neck.

As the auror dropped to the ground holding his neck and gargling, the assassin holstered his weapon and glanced at the sobbing girl who screamed and scurried to her partner.

"ALEX!" she called reaching his shaking body and holding him in her arms. The entry wound on his neck bleeding onto her arms was already turning black.

Turning to the assassin, Tonks glared at the mask looking at the only unique thing she could, his cruel glowing green eyes. "Why?" she snarled.

Another cruel laugh echoed around the alley, "Why not?" he answered before going rigid and letting out a deep painful bout of coughing, "Fuck... not now" he groaned before stumbling back and running towards the wall, spring-broading from wall to wall before disappearing from sight.

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Stumbling, the assassin slowed to a stop and fell to one knee, hunched over and coughing hard. With shaking hands, he took the mask off and dropped it beside him revealing a blood spatter around the mouth area.

Pulling what looked like a metal cigarette case from his pocket, the assassin opened it and pulled a glass vial filled with a blue liquid out before pulling the stopper off.

With one last cough, he spat out a mix of spit and blood onto the rooftop then pressed the vial to his lips, throwing his head back, and drinking the entire thing. Shuttering as the potion quickly did its job, the man looked up, his green eyes searching around for any bystanders.

Sure that he was alone, the boy ran his hand threw his unruly raven hair before fingering a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

He was Harry Potter, the unknown and unloved runaway 16 year-old brother to 15 year-old Eric Potter, the 'Boy Who Lived'.

Leaning back, Harry plopped down on his ass and sighed, For five years, ever since he was 11, he had suffered from a rare and deadly disease that could be traced back to ancient times called Tardus-Poena-Letum. It effected a persons magical core and while the disease strengthened it to amazing levels, it caused them moderate pain every few days if left unchecked. Some cases, much like his own, was so severe that every time the pain hit, he was rocked by antagonizing pain and spat up large amounts of blood.

The blue potion he took kept him from passing out from the pain and suppressed the disease, forcing it into a dormant state. It was curable, but it would take many spells and rituals of the lightest nature from powerful light wizard, and he would rather be in pain than ask some prick like Dumbledore for help.

His thoughts were cut short as the telltale signs of apparition reached him just as a robed figure appeared beside him, only to have the glowing tip of his wand aimed at them.

"Aww, I can never catch ickle Harry off guard" came the obviously female baby voice.

Harry glanced at the woman with a raised eye, "Ickle?" he questioned with a offended tone, "I remember you saying something else not to long ago... Trixy"

The woman growled childishly before stomping her foot, "Don't call me that, " she wined, poking her lip out in a pout.

Harry grunted and spat once again, "Of course Bella-Trixy" he said with a grin before turning serious. "You need something,"

With a small edge to her voice, Bellatrix removed her hood and sent a small glare at him before cross him her arms, sticking her nose in the air, "I don't need anything from you" she said, missing his smirk.

"Really... so you screaming,'give it to me, give it to me, I need it, Merlin Harry I want it,' last week was a lie? If so I don't think that I can bering myself to ever sleep with you again" he said much to her horror.

In a flash, she was beside him, holding onto his arm pleading for him to change his mind. Harry twitched and sighed before pulling his arm away, telling her that he would think about it. If people were to see them, the doctors from the insane asylum and police would be there quicker than he could draw his pistol and kill them... and that was quick.

Bellatrix whined before catching sight of his mask and the blood dripping from the mouth piece, "It bothering you again" she asked with all signs of previous insanity gone.

"Yeah..." he murmured pushing himself up.

Reaching out, Bellatrix helped him up, "Harry, the dark lord needs you back at the manor" she told him softly as he hooked his arm around the back of her neck, feeling tired after his recent fit.

Harry nodded, glade that she was the one to come and get him. Any other person would have sniped at him while he was in his slightly weakened state. "Let's go... I've done what I needed to."

Bellatrix reached into her pocket and pulled a short length of rope from its depths before asking, "Why were you here anyway?" while holding the rope to him.

Grabbing the rope, Harry smirked before pulling a small black box with a long antenna and a trigger. "Oh just dropping off a present to a friend" he told her before pressing the trigger, making a small red light flash. 'I love this job'

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Meanwhile in Knockturn...

Bums and thieves raided the small pawn shop hoping to find anything of value. Most of the place was in ruins, broken glass everywhere, blood on the wall, broken chairs. The shelves on the wall were covered in dark objects that many were fighting over. But on the floor was a small shoe box.

"It's mine" snarled a dirty looking man, snatching the box away from a equally dirty child. Kicking the boy when he tried to reach it, the man grinned and set it down on the counter before opening it.

Inside was a bunch of crumbled brown paper which was quickly thrown to the side revealing three wide metal pipes covered in wire and tape connecting to a plastic box.

Turning the strange pipes over, the man snarled before hitting it against the table making it beep once until...

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BOOOOOOOOM

Buildings rumbled and windows shattered as the loud shock wave shook both Knockturn and Diagon alley.

Auror teams were already on the way when the explosion happened and where thrown to the ground by the shock wave. After getting up and using a charm to stop the ringing in their ears, they rushed to the scene only to gawk at the carnage. The whole shop was in flames, outside there were a few body parts along with three whole bodies riddled with metal shrapnel. It was horrible, one of the younger ones pasted out while another threw up. But worst of all, burned into the brick wall... was the dark mark.

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"Harry, you think we got enough time to stop by your room?" Bellatrix asked innocently while they walked down the halls of Malfoy manor.

Hearing her request, Harry twitched, instantly knowing what she meant. Had it been any other day he would have agreed and took her to his room before locking the door and placing a couple silencing charms around the room, and for good reason.

Deciding to play with her, Harry ignored her hopeful look and crossed his arms, "Have you forgotten? I'm mad at you and besides you remember what happened the last time, we had a 'quick' session before having to meet someone, it turned into an hour long one and both your sister and nephew came looking for us. You remember right? Your sister was so mad that she cussed you, me, Draco( Who was still in shock), the magical paintings of Malfoys ancestors, and three different house elf's out" He told her in a flat voice. "I'd rather stick my dick in a blinder than listen to her mouth... who would have thought that she had a mouth like that on her" he finished flashing a quick grin and wink to one of said paintings.

Bellatrix at least had the decency to look embarrassed at the memory, she had promised to meet Nassica for a shopping trip with her son Draco (Under a glamour), but Harry returned from a mission covered in blood. Thinking that he looked so hot and sexy, Bellatrix kidnapped him and took him to her room where she tried to forcibly mount him, keyword being 'tried'. Harry overpowered her and turned the tables. One hour later, the door swung open and her blonde sister walked in yelling about their shopping trip only to stop at the sight of her sister being pounded from behind and fingered up the bum. It didn't help when Draco walked in behind her and fainted from shock.

"Your mean," Bella pouted, sniffing sadly.

Harry snorted before pinching her rear, making her jump before slapping his arm with a mock glare. "Your right, " Harry started, " In fact, I'm so mean that I think I'll take a magical abstinence pledge."

Bellatrix froze and looked at him like he said he wanted to rip his dick of and throw it in the tall grass to never be seen again. "Your joking... right?"

"..." He was silent before they both laughed, "Yeah right," they chorused.

The thought of him reframing from sex was hilarious. While only a few of the Death Eaters knew what he looked like or what his name was, his reputation as a womanizing horn dog with amazing self control was widespread. While Bellatrix didn't like it, she could only blame herself for the situation.

Two and a half years ago, Harry had wormed his way into Bellatrix's bed and kept her 'warm' while her husband was locked up in Azkaban. At first they got together only once every two or three nights to screw each other (Mostly Bellatrix) into unconscious but after two months, it quickly turned into a nightly ritual. Another month later, he had the woman on her knees in the bathroom sucking him off or riding him like no tomorrow.

Bellatrix had told him multiple times that the only reason she did this with him was that she was a vary 'active' woman and had her needs, making him understand that she didn't have any major attachment or feelings for him and that when her husband returned, they would never speak of the meetings again and act like they didn't know each other. He was vary understanding and said that it didn't bother him in the slightest. Then six months after they first started having sex, her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange was busted out of prison, ending their nightly meetings.

True to his word, Harry wasn't even fazed and was seen the vary next night leading Rose Vladimir, the daughter of Voldemort's head vampire, Gabriel Vladimir, away to the forest around the manor and returning with her rubbing herself all over him just before the sun rose.

Bellatrix however, found that Rodolphus' time in Azkaban had turned him into a monster. He abused her, using the Cruciatus curse on her for disobeying him then raping her under the Imperius curse. She tried to get Harry to help her but every time she saw him, he acted like he didn't even know her or passed by with some other girl holding onto his arm.

Then one night Rodolphus got drunk and invited three of his friends to join him before using a portkey to take all five of them to a spot normally used to torture muggles or mudbloods. Harry just happened to be returning from a job and heard her cries of pain before going to investigate, thinking that some young Death Eater had kidnapped a person without permission. When he arrived the sight he saw surprised him, Rodolphus had Bellatrix striped of most of her clothing and screaming in pain from a crucio.

Bellatrix didn't remember much, only that the pain suddenly stopped and pleas for mercy started before more screaming followed by explosions. When she came too, Harry was carrying her into his room where he laid her on his bed and used a spell to put her in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Over the next two years, Bella slowly fell for him and realized what a huge mistake she had made when telling him that she would never feel for him.

She was brought out of her thoughts as they reached the door to Voldemorts meeting room but were stopped by a small house elf.

"Excuse Tippy sir and miss, Master wanted Tippy to tells you a message," it squeaked.

Harry looked down at the small elf and motioned for him to continue.

"Master is in a meeting with the innie and outer circle, Master wishes for you to join him in the meeting and to show all the morons how 'it' was done."

Harry chuckled inwardly, understanding the hidden messages of 'Save me from these idiots and enlighten them to the fact that there was more than one way to torture someone.' It was rare for dear old Volde to have some entertainment during meetings, even rarer for him to get bored watching the victim squirm under the crucio. For him to ask Harry to be the torturer, their prisoner must be tough.

Unlike the death eaters who only used wizarding methods, Harry used muggle and magical and while muggle methods weren't used due to pureblood belief that they were above it, both Harry and Voldemort enjoyed it.

'Hold up' harry questioned himself. Voldemort only asked him to torture people in the dungeon, so for him to ask him to do so in a meeting in front of a bunch of idiots, Voldemort must be ready to reveal to the lower death eaters and by proxy, the world that he still had a sadistic death hand in his ranks.

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Harry pushed the door open and walked in to the room filled with white masked figures, bellatrix right behind him.

"Ah my loyal assassin, I've been expecting you" same the snakelike voice of his friend, mentor, and lord.

Bellatrix bowed to the man and rose soon after while Harry pushed through the group surrounding Voldemort. "My Lord," he said nodding his head and taking his place in the shadows beside Voldemorts throne while Bellatrix blended into the crowd.

Quite whispers filled the room, most of the lower death eaters were wondering who this person was to be able to disrespect their dark lord by not bowing then sand beside him like his equal. The inner circle also muttered but since they already knew of him, they were wondering why he was even here. Harry hardly ever came to meetings in the first place, something big must've happened.

"Was the message sent?" Hissed Voldemort in parsletongue making many of the ones who heard it shiver.

"Yes," was the reply from the shadows, shocking everyone,

Voldemort nodded and peered into the silent crowd, "My loyal followers, it seems that some of or ranks see fit to betray us." he sneered while the more loyal ones followed his lead. "The owner of our knockturn safe house has been selling information to the Aurors. He has been taken care of but it makes me wonder. How many more traitors are there?"

Harry smirked to himself as many of the people shuddered at the dark lords tone. A couple of them were nervously looking back and forth. The dark grin on his face didn't help either.

"As many of you know, we normally torture fools who oppose us every few meetings for the fun of it, But tonight we have captured the Auror in charge of protecting the traitors," he said making many of them cheer as another pair of inner circle death eaters dragged a stunned man to the middle of the floor, right in front of his chair.

A thick chain appeared in front of him and attached to the mans wrists like they had a life of their own before hoisting him up in the air so that his feet were an inch off the ground, Lucius Malfoy smirked and went to draw his wand only to stop as his dark mark flared in pain.

"No," spoke Voldemort, bringing all the attention back to him, "I would hope that you were smart enough to know that aurors like him were trained to withstand the crucio, it's precisely the reason he was chosen to hold such information." Voldemort motioned to Harry, "He will get us the information that we need and let this serve as a warning too, any traitors will end up in a similar state."

Harry shrugged off his robes and cracked his knuckles before stepping up to the stunned man and drawing his wand to wake him up.

The man groaned before opening his eyes only to see a fist slam into his face and spin him around. His head rolled around on his shoulders and a pained whine escaped him until the breath was knocked out of him by a knee to the gut.

"Bastard... what are you... stupid? Your supposed to ask... a question first" he spoke in a shaky voice.

Harry looked at the man before smirking, "Ok then, you wanted a question so here it is, how long do you think you have until I get bored and start breaking your bones"

The man looked shaken, but before he could utter a word, Harry shattered his collar bone with a quick jab. "Not vary long I promise you. So to save some time and energy why don't you just tell use who the traitors are so I can go and relax.

At the silence, Harry hummed broke his other collar bone, "I assure you Mr. Ogden, that you've caught me at a vary bad time and will slice every appendage off of your body then force you to re-grow them with a rather interesting potion that I know, luckily for you I don't have the time or patience to make said potion right now. So, I'll just have to use an alternative" he spoke turning the useless bomb remote from his pocket into a rather short yet sharp machete.

Ogden's eyes widened at the sight of the blade but his hatred of death eaters refused to allow him to give in. He flinched and the blade swung at him and the sound of ripping fabric echoed around the meeting chamber.

Harry hummed again, "I see that you've seen your fair share of battles. judging from your scars... Hello what's this." He mussed seeing a golden locket and snatching it off of the mans neck. Harry opened it and gave a small whistle, "That's a fine looking wife and daughter you got there, I think me and a few of our boys will have to meet them, Your wife is fine as hell and while she is young, your daughter will be more than enough to keep some people busy"

"You bastard, you tough one hair on their heads and i'll-" Ogden froze and looked down to see the mans dagger sticking from his side.

Harry sneered "You'll do what Bob? Hang from that chain and glare? Let me explain something, I am not a death eater, I' m a heartless killer. While I frown upon rape I am not above using it against my enemies, taking your wife and allowing her to be passed around like some back alley whore while you watch doesn't bother me in the slightest. Your little girl however... well I would actually feel bad for her, she would be taken to the slavers and be 'trained'. I've seen it before, killed quite a few of the sick bastards too. Well they would take you little girl and depending on her looks and how lucky she is, would either be used as a toy at some brothel or sold as a personal servant/sex slave."

Harry chuckled at the terror in his eyes, "How does that sound? Huh? Imagine, your darling little girl being taught how to pleasure a man or being used by a large group." he asked walking up to the dangling man and snatching the blade from his side, ignoring the scream.

"It wouldn't be too hard to find out where you live and by proxy, your family. So just tell me what I want and your family will be spared, continue to hold out and well... you get the idea" Harry continued tossing his knife up into the air and catching it, again and again.

All the death eaters, both the inner and outer circles watched in amazement as the strong willed Aurors will broke and started pleading for his and his families safety. In what started as a muggle beat down, they were awed at how their lords assassin had manipulated his victim into giving it all up by threatening to use the methods that all aurors were trained to know about such as rape and slavery.

One person in the back was waiting to escape as quick as possible. It was Severus Snape, he had to report this to Dumbledore and quick, even if it meant that he had to go to that dreadful place they used as the order headquarters and see Potter and the rest of those dunderheads.

Voldemort chuckled darkly and spoke to Harry in a hiss, "Well done Harry, you've improved, only five attacks and nearly no magic. But I think it's time to reveal that other small detail, should I use your code name of Crow"

Harry nodded to his question, "This should be interesting, I wonder how those light fools will react when their spy reports it to them."

Voldemort nodded, "Well done Crow, you've made me proud... Son"

"Thank you Father"

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"Dumbledore, you need to hear this!" called Snape nearly tripping over himself while exiting the floo.

Many heads snapped over to the panting potions master, shocked at the normally quite mans urgent tone.

Dumbledore, who sat at the head of the table gestured for him to come in, "What is it Severus?" he asked in a grand fatherly tone

"Yeah, what happened? Voldemort try to molest you?" Snipped Sirius, getting snickers from his best friends and a disapproving glance from Potters wife.

Snape didn't even glance at them and was about to drop the preverbal bomb until Dumbledore interrupted, "We were just discussing what happened to Ms. Tonks earlier today by who we believe to be a new Death Hand, do you know about him?"

"That's what I'm trying to say" Snape snarled, hating to be interrupted, "The dark lord called a meeting of all his Inner and Outer circle members and has found out that some death eaters are traitors. He captured Bob Ogden and now knows who most of them are"

Everyone gasped, then he droped 'Da bomb'.

"That's not all, the death hand who broke Ogden, he's called Crow and... he's Voldemort's son"