The summer after his eleventh birthday, everything changed. Harry received a letter — not just any letter, but one sealed with the Hogwarts crest. The invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not the only letter to arrive that day. Wrapped within the thick parchment envelope was a smaller, sealed letter that bore the crest of the Brotherhood — an ancient symbol passed down through the Assassin's bloodlines. The symbol of the Potters, the Altairs, the Kenways, and the Croftons.
Harry, though excited about his acceptance to Hogwarts, was puzzled by the second letter. He opened it cautiously, his mind racing.
"Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James, the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not just a wizard; you are the heir to the Potter legacy, one of the four ancient families that founded the Assassin Brotherhood. Your parents were killed not just because of a prophecy, but because of a war waged in the shadows — a war your family has fought for centuries. When you are ready, seek out the Brotherhood. The world you know is only half the story."
The letter was unsigned, and while it left Harry with more questions than answers, it stirred something deep within him. The dreams he had of running across rooftops, wielding blades in the dark, and sensing danger before it struck — they weren't just fantasies. They were echoes of his ancestry, of skills ingrained in his bloodline.