DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, the fabulous J.K. Rowling does. But, all of the characters I created (Brian, Jenny, etc.) are totally mine.

Assassin, a Harry Potter Fanfiction, Sequel to Espionage

Assassin: one who kills someone, usually a prominent figure(s) either for money or for their own reasons; Monetary, fanatical, etc.


Ministry of Magic

Parents: Remus J. Lupin (father), Nymphadora L. Tonks (mother)

Childs Name: Jennifer (Jenny) Quinty

Sex: Female

Height: 5'6''

Weight: 102 pounds

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: blue/green

Blood Status: Unknown



2:30 a.m.

I paced silently in front of our tent, occasionally glancing at the sky, frustrated and still fiercely angry and sad. I had found a Muggle town, found a military base, and with Draco's help and magic, managed to steal lots of weaponry. I made a huge pile of it, and Draco simply shrunk it and filled his pockets.

We never talked anymore; well, I couldn't talk to him. I knew he was patiently waiting for me to talk, he would always look at me carefully and politely; he was such a gentleman. I couldn't express my hatred anymore, nor my grief. Those emotions were driving me crazy, I knew that much. I couldn't sleep at night, picturing my friends and first adoptive family falling under flashes of green light. Then my thoughts would turn to Brian. Did they kill him somewhere else? Was he their prisoner, and if so, why? He was a Muggle, like me, ordinary and not at all useful. I turned as the flap to the tent opened, and Draco poked his head out, then sighed when he saw me.

"Can't sleep?" He asked, and I nodded lightly, returning my gaze to the sky, my mind thinking in strange and eccentric patterns until I reached a conclusion totally unrelated to my previous thoughts. For the first time in almost three days, I spoke.

"Draco, do you remember when you wanted to kill all the Death Eaters for torturing me, and I told you that I didn't want you to become a killer for me?" I asked, and he slowly let out his breath. I could tell he had been thinking about it, now that I had turned hypocritical and psychotic, insisting that I needed to kill the Death Eaters with my bare hands.

"Yes, I do." He said simply. "And that feeling hasn't gone away." It was my turn to breathe out, but mine was sharp. I hadn't been expecting that; I thought for sure that no one else could feel the intense need to murder people like I did, unless they were crazy. I always knew he was a good fit for me.

"I want to head out tomorrow and start. We can go in the Ministry and kill two at a time, Disapparate and then kill two more a few hours later. Only Death Eaters, but if we can kill more now, the less Harry, Hermione and Ron will have to kill later. I know that all of them took part in it somehow." Draco sighed, and I waited for him to tell me (again) that I was crazy.

Instead, he said, "Do you have a list?" It took me a minute to process, but then I felt a tiny smile raise my lips.

"Bellatrix, Kingsley, Travers, Rodolphus, Avery, Wormtail, Dolohov, Rookwood…anyone I can get my hands on." I listed slowly, but I still felt like I was missing people. At this point, I knew I probably would kill anyone with the Dark Mark on their forearm, I was that far gone.

"What will you do once we actually kill them? You know this won't bring them back, your past friends and family. I'm sorry, Jenny, but I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore than they already have." Draco insisted quickly, raising his hands as I turned quickly on the spot in anger. It faded as soon as I saw his face. Guilt rose in me. That was the second time in recent history that I had wanted to beat him up.

Suddenly, I was kneeling in the grass, my hands over my face, crying like I had wanted to for the past two weeks, especially when I received the news of the murders. Feeling Draco's arm sneak cautiously around my shoulders only made me feel more guilty. I had probably freaked everyone out, but I felt a need to do this. "I'm sorry, but I can't let them have the satisfaction that they hurt me. I need to stop them from doing it to anyone else." I said finally, and Draco relaxed for the first time since he had told me the bad news.

"Why don't you let me just modify their memories? Do you really need to see them die?" He stopped talking as I nodded slowly, feeling sick, but I knew that if they lived on when my loved ones didn't, I would lose myself again.

"That wouldn't be equal. It has to be equal. And some of them don't deserve to live." I added the last part a bit harshly, but Draco surprised me by nodding.

"Kingsley," he growled under his breath, and I stood up, helping him up and then looking at him for a moment.

"You don't have to help me do this, it's pretty sick, even for me. But do you want to help me kill them? You really don't have to." I said this calmly, standing straight like I hadn't just cried my eyes out intensely for thirty seconds.

"…I think I'll try it. I've always felt like I wanted to harm them, but I don't know if I can kill people like you have. But I daresay that's why I love you." He chuckled under his breath, and it made me feel more in control, like I wasn't going to go off the deep end again.

"We are quite the pair, aren't we?" I said, and Draco chuckled again, but I pressed on. "Thank you. For everything, dealing with me, my sensitivity and just now psychotic-ness-" He stopped my words with a gentle kiss that made my lips burn as he pulled away.

"I don't think I couldn't stop 'dealing with you' if I tried." He said almost huskily, sending a shiver up my spine. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a wicked grin cross my face. Only Draco could get me from crying and feeling like a psychotic/assassin to be to in the mood for the first time in months.

"There's hope for me yet, I thought I was crazy feeling like I could never stop dealing with you." Draco pulled back a little with a mock affronting glance.

"Me? What could possibly be wrong with me?" Draco said innocently, then smiled wolfishly, lifting me up and carrying me back inside the tent, then plopped me down on the couch. He hesitated, and in that moment, I stretched out, arching my back until Draco made a strangled sort of noise. "Good Salazar, Jenny, you are so beautiful." He said finally, and the husky tone was back. I stopped in mid-stretch and smiled lazily.

"That's always good to hear," I drawled, sitting up slowly, then seizing Draco's collar and pulling him closer. He lightly straddled me and started kissing down my neck as I lightly kissed and nibbled at his ear. "Wait, Draco wait." I said after his fingers made their way down to my collar. My heart twanged as he immediately stopped, but stayed hovered above me so that our noses were just about touching. "Dear Draco, what would your mother say?" I whispered, suddenly terrified of his mother. Draco froze too. He and I had both gotten a long winded lecture from her when she finally agreed to let him sleep in the same bed as me for comfort as I healed from my maladventure to the Manor. She had been fierce, terrifying, and undeniable.

"Shit," Draco groaned, and backed off. I sat up and he sat next to me. "She'd probably scalp me." Draco admitted after a moment, and I took his hand, rubbing his knuckles.

"I think combined Lupin, Tonks, the Trio, basically all of the Weasley's would kill you. Lupin made it quite clear himself." I scowled at the last part. As soon as I agreed to be in their family, he took the whole 'fatherly business' to new heights.

"Damn it," We said simultaneously, and after a moment, I couldn't stop laughing. His laugh joined mine, and we were almost harmonious.

"What to do, what to do," Draco said finally as we sat on the couch, weighing the risks silently.

"Well, we could do what we want to, but then we'd have to do something serious to appease your mother over that."

"She'd insist that we get married, she's so old fashioned when it comes to that sort of thing. And no offense, Jenny, but there is no way in hell I'm marrying you." He looked scared right after he said it, but I chuckled and leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I couldn't marry you either, not in a million years." We both lapsed into relieved silence.

"We could always go back the crazy route and plan more for tomorrow's massacre." Draco said snidely.

"Was that a hint of sarcasm, dear?" I asked mockingly, and he threw a pillow at me. He got up and started to cross to his bunk.

"Forgive me for exercising my sar-" He whirled around as I nailed him perfectly in the back of the head with a pillow. With an irritated growl, he ran back to the couch as I vaulted over it. We stood there for a moment, each with a pillow in hand. Almost together, we both jumped at the same time. I was a little ahead, so I crashed into him and we both fell his side off of the couch and onto the floor, pummeling each other with our pillows. "Ow, damn it-" Draco started when I smacked the back of his head again, and made an irritated noise. "Even when you are annoying you are beautiful." He said, and I stopped.

"Well that was sappy. Is that the-hey!" I cried when he grinned devilishly and whapped me with his pillow as I was at the moment, not hitting him repeatedly.

"Was that a moment of weakness, Jenny?" He called mockingly, and then ducked as I chucked a pillow at his head.

"Was that your attempt at being a romantic spinster in our love-hate relationship?" I fired back, then snuck silently around him and seized both of his arms, making him start in surprise. I kissed his neck as he stiffened in defeat. We both knew that (through several more intense fights than the one we had just partaken in) I was stronger than him at wrestling and would kick his arse no matter what. "Is this a moment of weakness, Draco?" I whispered in his ear, then kissed it, letting my teeth lightly graze his earlobe, making him shudder slightly.

"If it is, I don't mind." He said quietly. I continued kissing the sides of his neck. "We should just ignore everyone and do what we want. I'm quite comfortable." Draco chuckled as I stopped kissing his neck for a moment.

"Comfortable? You're trapped, in case you had forgotten." I said lightly, tightening my grip ever so slightly on his arms and rested my head on his shoulder. When he didn't answer I started to laugh. I let go and walked around to face him. "And perhaps you've also forgotten the large mob that will come after us if we do." Draco sighed.

"Off to bed then, dear." He said in a snidely fashion once more, making me smack his arm as we picked up all the pillows on the floor, then went to our own bunks in the tent.

Yay for fluff. :D