A/N

Okay, so I've deleted my old Fate and HP story because i wasn't proud of it. So I'm going to be writing 4 different types of those stories, the first one, which happens to be this one, is a response to a challenge I discovered that I thought looked interesting. If want to find the details of the challenge it was posted by Gabriel Herrol and the challenge is 'The Great Britain's Holy Grail War challenge'. So check that out if you want to know the details of the challenge. This first chapter is a prologue and the next chapters are flashbacks to years 1-5. Anyway without further ado here is 'Blinded By The Moon'.

Prologue

It was almost time. He was right at the door. She had taken months of preparing this ritual, with James in the know of course. She had carefully and meticulously drawn the summoning circle, all the was needed was a sacrifice, so she sent James to Sirius for a week, while she hides in the nursery of Potter Cottage. She was waiting for days for the Dark Lord to arrive. She was ready to accept her fate. The sound of the door flying off of it's hinges echoed throughout the house and she screwed her eyes shut, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She looked down at her precious little baby Harry, kissed him on the forehead, and laid him down in his crib.

"I love you, baby. Mommy's going to miss you." she said, trying not to break down sobbing.

Her head snapped around when she heard the stairs creaking. The nursery door was obliterated and in walked the self-stylised dark lord, Lord Voldermort. The young mother took a deep breath and started her part. She pleaded with him to take her instead of Harry. Voldemort sneered at her and said something that made her blood run cold.

"I had promised you to Severus, mudblood, but I can see just like all your ilk you want to die. Pity."

The snakelike man pointed his bone looking wand at her said two words and Lily Potter knew no more. As her body dropped to the floor the summoning circle lit up bright blue colour and Voldemort's crimson eyes narrowed. He ignored it and pointed his wand at the child.

Elsewhere James Potter felt a burning on his forearm and pulled up his sleeve and noticed a red stag tattoo there. He dropped his head in mourning realising that meant his wife had died.

Back at the cottage Voldemort launched a sickly green curse at the child when out of nowhere a woman wearing a short black dress, lilac hair that fell to the floor, wearing a blindfold, and holding a weapon that looked like a long spike appeared. The killing curse splashed harmlessly off of her and she swung her weapon at the dark lord. For once in his life he was feeling fear. His last thoughts before he was struck down were 'I'm immortal, you can't kill me'. As he was killed all of his Horcruxes that tried to anchor his soul to the mortal plain were stressed and his soul dissipated and on 31st October 1981 Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, died.

The woman looked down at the mother who summoned her with sad eyes. She then glanced at the child and made a split second decision and grabbed the child and ran towards where here current Master's prana signature was coming from.

Harry shot up in his bed, sweating. He'd had the nightmare again. Even after fifteen years he couldn't get over the nightmares he had of his mothers death. He rolled up his sleeve and 'looked' at the red command seals he received for his fifteenth birthday from his father and Rider. His fathers were in the shape of a stag, his on the other hand was a whole forearm tattoo that he had to put a glamour over to hide from his friends Neville, Dean, and Hermione.

In addition to the nightmares he'd been having strange dreams recently of six other people with servants.

Are you okay master? he heard Rider ask from her astralized form.

Nothing Rider, don't worry about it. he thought back.

He was obviously lying, he hadn't heard from his godfather, Sirius Black, in a couple months. Sirius had never gone so long without at least a letter, so Harry was worried. He shook himself off from his thoughts when he heard his roommates shuffling out of bed, all with the exception of one Ronald Weasley, who was still snoring like a chainsaw in his bed. Harry himself didn't know what a chainsaw was but Dean and Hermione did, they explained it to him. He was horrified at the some of the contraptions muggles come up with.

The sixth year Hogwarts student got up and got ready for a day of classes, completely unaware of what was going through six other peoples heads.

In Bulgaria, a world famous Quidditch seeker looked at the back of his right hand. There where previously there was nothing but bare skin was a red fleurs-de-lis symbol. Viktor Krum was very confused as he was very sure that he had never gotten a tattoo once in his 21 years of life. He looked all throughout the Krum library and found only one dusty old tome on this sudden appearance. According to the tome it is what's known as a command seal, they determine who's going to compete in something called a Holy Grail War, when he first looked at it the tome said it was in Fuyuki City. The second time he check it said it was in the United Kingdom, though.

He hadn't been in the UK since the TriWizard Tournament. Which he came in second place in, Hogwarts champion Cedric Diggory won. Unsurprising really.

Viktor shook off that train of thought and returned to drawing the summoning circle. It had to be absolutely perfect. He couldn't afford mistakes. After he finished drawing the circle, he stood up wearily, held his arm out, and grasped his right forearm. He took a deep and heavy breath preparing himself and trying to remember every word of the incantation. The Bulgarian wizard opened up his dark eyes and started chanting. After a few moments of chanting and the circle getting brighter, there was blue flash that knocked Viktor to his knees. He was breathing heavily and looked up at the man that was kneeling in the middle of the circle.

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"

Viktor let a small smile grace his normally glum face.

"Yes, my name is Viktor Krum. Who are you?"

"I'm the servant Saber."

Viktor motioned for the man to stand and he did. As he finally stood up, Viktor finally got a good look at him. The man was tall, standing at 6'2", he had shoulder length auburn hair and a cleanly trimmed beard, his eyes were a disconcerting colour of silver, and he was dressed in the clothes of royalty with armour and a crown on his head. In his hands he was holding a sceptre with the same symbol as his command seals at the top, he also had a sword sheathed at his hip.

In a cave somewhere in Britain sat Sirius Black. He was holding his stomach and coughing up blood. Next to him sat a bloody throwing dagger. His long and lustrous black hair was matted with sweat and blood and stuck to his bangs stuck to his forehead. The Marauder slowly, but surely got up. Leaning against the wall of the cave for support he pulled himself unsteadily to his feet.

A man with spiky green hair and a smirk on his face appeared next to him. The smirk immediately disappeared once he saw the condition his master was in.

"Master! Do you need help." Lancer asked.

"No, no, I'm fine," he coughed, "we need to hurry Lancer, we need to find Harry and make sure he's safe."

The green haired servant nodded and wrapped his arm around the back of the man. Sirius got the message and put his arm over his servants shoulder. The two exited the cave and headed towards Hogwarts. His godson had to be safe.

A rat was scurrying across the floor of a forest somewhere in Albania, still looking for his master, even if he himself is a master now. The rat morphed into a short, malnourished man, with sandy blonde hair, and crazed blue eyes. He scratched at the location where his dark mark used to be on his forearm nervously.

Behind him a man with long brown hair, dark green eyes, a horse tail, and Greek armour appeared. The man didn't like his master, Peter Pettigrew, he thought he was cowardly and dishonourable, but he made a pact, he has to honour it and at least be slightly civil to the cowardly man.

"Archer," Pettigrew squeaked, "can you detect anything close to us?"

"No master, this forest is as empty as the last one." Archer replied after a couple moments.

"No! Where is he?!" he cried, "Don't worry master, I'll find you and you can get revenge on that pathetic Potter boy, James, Sirius, and all of the Wizarding World for locking me up in Azkaban!"

Archer simply shook his head. From what he's seen the man was insane before Azkaban, but 12 years there didn't help his case.

While Archer was being logical in his though process, Peter Pettigrew was swearing revenge on everyone in Magical Britain. When he goes back in 3 weeks for The Grail War, he will get the grail, bring his master back, and kill everyone there. Yes, that's what he would do, he thought with an insane cackle.

Back in Britain, specifically Malfoy Manor, was a man seated in his study, observing the red marks that blemished his perfect skin. Lord Lucius Malfoy scowled at the red symbol that dares to imitate the dark mark, he was done with the Dark Lord. Lucius was his own man now. But apparently he couldn't escape his past, no matter how much he wanted to.

In the corner of the room was a peerlessly beautiful woman who was wrapped in a dress as dark as midnight, her hair that same dark color, and slightly pointed ears. She was drinking his wine, 'testing it worthy of a queen' she had said. He rolled his sleeve back down over his dark mark command seals.

The woman looked up at him and arched an elegant eyebrow. He responded in the same way, by a raised eyebrow.

Assassin noticed how he held himself, his aristocratic features, and everything about him screamed of a past in politics and royalty. She didn't say anything to him though, just smirked and returned to the wine. Lucius thought this woman was a pure Slytherin, just by how she looked, he knew he wasn't wrong either, his intuitions are usually right. He had conversed with he after she'd been summoned to figure out what was going on. She explained she was summoned for the Holy Grail War and that it's taking place in Britain. He had been pleasantly surprised to learn she was a hero of the past and about the servants themselves.

He now considered himself ready. Even if he hated the shape his command seals took.

Across the pond there was a student sitting in Thunderbird common room in Ilvermorny. This student was the cousin of Rolf Scamander, and grandson of Newt Scamander. His name is Loki Scamander.

He was looking at the back of his left hand and the thundercloud shaped command seals. Behind him, unseen and astralized was his servant Berserker. The mad servant was a man standing at 6'6", with golden blonde hair, red eyes that had crazed look in them but also possessed a little sparkle of intelligence, and a scarred body.

Loki wasn't sure what to do but what he did know was worrying. He had apparently been chosen to fight in a war. Berserker was his servant and he had to siphon off of his magic to survive, almost like a house elf, and he was putting a significant drain on his cores reserves. Of course Loki knew his magic would eventually increase and stabilize in a couple days, but it was still inconvenient. He ran a hand through his light brown hair and sighed.

He's not sure if he's ready for this. But it's not like he has a choice, so get ready Britain.

Practicing tai chi in her hotel was the Chinese witch Xin Keng. She had flown to Britain as soon as she had summoned her servant.

Walking inside the hotel room was a beautiful woman wearing hooded robes that covered most of her facial features. Currently the hood was down, showing off her purple hair, sky blue eyes, and elvish ears and facial features. The servant went by the alias of Caster and was a supposed hero of the past. Xin wasn't sure how to react to that, her aura reeked of tragedy and betrayal. She was to reserve judgment though. There were multiple sides to every story.

"Master we should set up base where the leylines are most powerful. One of those locations is in Scotland." Caster said.

She hummed, "We can't go there, that's Hogwarts. You said so yourself that is a safe zone. It would be bad form to do so, Caster. What are the other possible locations?"

Caster stood still for a few moments.

"There is a place in Surrey that is positively reeking of prana. That might be a good location." she said.

"It's been decided then, we'll go to this 'Surrey'. Lead the way." Xin replied.

Caster bowed her head and the two of them left the building. Xin will win this Grail, if not for herself then for Caster.