As Hermione Granger opened up her eyes as the rising sun hit her face, she turned around and waved her arm around as if trying to feel something that was missing. After which she groaned and got up when she heard the shower turn off.

"Thank you, Jacob," Hermione said as a tall 17 year old male walked out of the bathroom, his upper body covered in tattoos. "I had a good night."

Jacob then gave a chuckle and said, "You don't have to thank me, Hermione. I think we both needed that."

"I must be going soon," Hermione said as she checked the time. "I promised Ronald and Marcus that I would be at Number 12 Grimmauld Place by this afternoon."

"I don't know why you even bother with that guy, 'Mione," Jacob said as he put a shirt on to Hermione's disappointment. "You do realise that he is just dating you because Albus told him to, right?"

"Of course I know, Jacob," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. "I also hope you realize that this was a one night thing."

Jacob smirked. "From what I heard last night you were enjoying it."

"Shut up," Hermione said, turning her head to the side as she blushed.

"Heh... My grandfather would be proud of me for nailing a beautiful young woman such as yourself, 'Mione," Jacob said. "Anyways, I must be going as well. My mom is somewhere in the Alley and I need to find her soon. Your extra clothes are on a shelf in the bathroom. I'll send you a letter with my hawk. And don't worry about paying for the room. See ya soon."

"Jacob." Was all Hermione said as she watched him leave the room through the window.

Two hours later

Jacob was now jumping from roof to roof, his eyes searching for a man named Lucius Malfoy before he found the Death Eater in the middle of the crowd surrounded by Aurors, one of which being his sperm donor: James Potter. You see, before being renamed as Jacob, his name was Hadrian James Potter the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, but since he had his magic drained out of him completely and given to his twin brother Marcus, Hadrian lost his title. After Lily found out, she took her eldest son and left James, took an Inheritance test at Gringotts to see if she had anything that could be of use, before leaving Magical Britain. What she found there was better than anything she could hope for. She was the Heiress to the Boldon Family on her biological father's side as well as a descendant of an assassin known as Jacob Frye on her biological mother's side, while on his father's side, he is the descendant of an assassin known as Edward Kenway. Near the end of his quest to take down the Templars of the West Indies, Edward Kenway met Elizabeth Potter and they conceived a son that would then, generations later, have a grandson named James Potter.

That is his ancestry. The many great grandson of the Privateer turned Assassin and the Great-Great-Great grandson of Jacob Frye.

Shaking his head, Harry exited his thoughts and scanned the crowd beneath him for any way to get to his target. He saw none.

"This is what I thought would happen," he muttered under his breath. "Good thing I brought my pouch of smoke bombs. I'll have to make this quick if I want to get in and out before they use their precious magic to blow the smoke away."

The assassin threw down the smoke bombs and immediately jumped into the smoke as the Aurors used their magic to send the smoke away and while they succeeded, so did the assassin. Once the smoke was cleared away, all that was seen was the body of Lucius Malfoy with a slit throat.

"Start questioning everyone!" James Potter, the Head Auror, shouted at his fellow Aurors. "I want to know if anyone saw anything!"

Turning back to Lucius, he muttered, "Who would do something like this...?"

That afternoon at Grimmauld Place

"Where the bloody hell have you been!?" Ron Weasley shouted at Hermione Granger as she walked into the Black Ancestral home. "You were supposed to be here yesterday!"

"Shut it Ronald," Hermione retorted as she walked up to her room. "I need to unpack."

"What's gotten into her?" Ron asked.

"Don't know," Marcus said. "Lets play a game of chess. We can study later."

Once Hermione was in her room, Ginny asked, "So where have you been?"

"With an old friend," Hermione replied. "I haven't seen him in a few years, so I thought that we could chat for a while. But it turned into an all-nighter. And before you ask, no, he is not my boyfriend."

"Not yet at least," Ginny muttered.

"I think that you've forgotten that I am dating your brother," Hermione said. "I would never cheat on Ronald."

"I highly doubt that," Ginny said. "You hate him, Hermione. The only reason you are even around him is that you're my friend."

"I know, but if I break up again, Dumbledore will know that something is up and will most likely poison me with a love potion," Hermione replied. "I don't know what he wants from me, but in order to find out I must play into his hands."

"You really don't trust him, do you?" the redhead asked.

"No. No I don't."

Marcus then ran into the girls' room and said, "My dad is here! Come on!"

"Fine," Hermione said as she got up from her bed. "But only because you won't stop bothering me until I join you."

"What's her problem?" Marcus asked his girlfriend, after Hermione walked out of the room.

"It appears that we interrupted her personal life outside of the magical world," Ginny said casually. "Now come on. Lets see why your dad is here."

"Whats going on dad?" Marcus asked once he and his friends were down stairs.

"Lucius Malfoy was assassinated earlier today," James Potter stated. "We don't know by who or why, but we will find out."

"What time was he killed?" Hermione asked.

"Around 8:30," James told her. "Why?"

"Why Jacob?" Hermione muttered as she sat down. "It all fits... Why did I not see it before? I'm such an idiot!" Hermione sighed. "I need a drink."

"Who's this Jacob?" Ron asked her with more than a little jealousy.

"An old friend of mine," Hermione replied after Kreacher brought her a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. "We were best-friends before I went to Hogwarts. In the summer after second year, I found out that he is from an old family that he and his mother are the last of. A magical family."

"What family? And if he's magical then why not go to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked her friend.

"He's a squib," Hermione said as she took a shot of whiskey. "But since his family was never big on magic, he's still the heir since he has Boldon Blood."

"B-Boldon?" James' eyes were wide. "But I thought that they died out in the first muggle World War! With Samuel Crowder Boldon as the last living member."

"Jacob's the great-great-great grandson of Samuel Boldon," Hermione said after downing another shot.

A white bird with amber eyes then flew into the room and landed on a chair and dropped a letter in Hermione's lap.

"What a pretty bird," Ginny said as the hawk seemed to puff out its feathery chest at the compliment.

"It's from Jacob," Hermione said, seeing the familiar penmanship on the front of the letter. Opening the letter, she read it's contents and smiled saying, "He's inviting me and three others to see him fight! It will take place in a week's time. I am so there!"

She then noticed a crest like the one she saw on his forearm the previous night. "And in the meantime, do research on this crest."

Later that night

"Hello Hermione," a male voice spoke when Hermione found herself in an old French prison. "You've finally visited."

"Who are you?" Hermione asked, as she noticed she was in clothes that fit the time of the late 1700s. "Where am I?"

"Well, petite fille, you are in Bastille," the male replied. "As for who I am..." The man stepped out of the shadows he was in and into the light. "I am Arno Dorian. And I am your grandfather."