Harry Potter: Bellum of Mos
A Harry Potter and Fate/Stay Night fic inspired by the work of Ten-Faced Paladin
Chapter 1: Es vos meus vinco?/ Are you my Master?
There was a man… who was vile and dark, he had but one desire.
He wanted to rule the magical world and eliminate the muggles so magical society can florish untainted with the muggle blood.
The Dark Lord, known as Voldemort (known otherwise as his birth name of Tom Riddle or as he is now known to all as "You-know-you").
He was know talking to a young boy… not even of age, who had given him something he was now interested in.
This boy was a magus… and of a pureblood family however due to the purity of his blood… his magic was thinned away from generation to generation.
"Are you the one they all Lord Voldemort? I been looking for you" Said the youth with arrogance in his voice
"How dare you speak to our lord in such uncouth speech?" said one of the death eaters
"Ah shut up… I am here to give your 'lord' something he might be interested in" the boy said.
"Why you…" a death eater said as he pulled his wand
"Stop Isbella… let the boy trough…" Voldemort said as the boy smirked at the death eater as he walked up to Voldemort.
"So… you are Shinji Matou… I heard of your family… and of the demise of your magic" Voldemort said.
While he was not really interested on the type of magic he used, he was however 'saddenned' that such powerful magic family had died.
"Thank you for your condolences Lord Voldemort… however I did not came to speak about my magic… I came for you to give you something that you might perhaps be interested on" he said with a smirk.
"Speak then… I will see if what you have to say is of any value to me" Voldemort said as he stared at the boy.
He shivered in fright but regained his composure.
"How would you like to have everything you ever wanted… and then some" he said with a smirk.
This got his attention.
"I know of an item… that will grant you any wish… no strings attached… however if you do want it… I have a… condition before I give you more information on it" Shinji said.
"Speak your terms then young boy" Voldemort said.
"I want… as part of your wish to cure my… condition" Shinji said.
"I see… so you wish to be able to use magic, understandable… I see no problem to adding such a thing to a wish… very well… Lord Voldemort is compassionate with your plight, very well I accept your terms" Voldemort said.
Shinji chuckled… his plans where forming perfectly.
"Tell me… what do you know about the Holy Grail?" Shinji said.
Voldemort smirked... indeed he knew somewhat of such an artifact of magic "tell me more"
"The Holy Grail is an artifact made with the 3rd magic… this item has the ability to grant any and all wishes" Shinji explained, originally the Grail was a war fought with 7 masters… after the last master was left standing the grail would descend and the winner would have his wish granted… however the war was disabled and the grail's connection was broken… what I propose here is that… with the help of my grandfather, to make the grail think that a Heavens Feel had happened and bring it down to you, however we will need many mages here in order to power the ritual" Shinji said.
"I see… do you have any needs to make this happen?" Voldemort asked.
"yes… I will need certain items from the Einzenbers… unfortunately I myself can't get those items… however should you send some of your… followers to retrieve the item in question, we will have a jumpstart to make this happen" Shinji said.
"And what IS this item in question… do not test me boy" Voldemort said in a menacing voice.
"Of course… the item in question is a book, as my family and the Einzeber's along with the Tohsaka's where the ones who made the grail and its workings" Shinji said. "However we and the Einzenbers provided the magic and the grail wile the Tohsaka's provided the venue on to witch the war would take place"
"I see... I have people who could do this, as I will need only my most closest of followers... Thorfinn! Bellatrix! come forth" he called out as he pressed a mark on his arm.
Inmediately 2 people appeared one was a tall man and the other a woman
"Yes? my lord... waht do you require of you loyal subject?" Bellatrix said with a curtsy and love on each on her word
"I need you two to break into the Einzenber's palace and steal all the books pertaining to the 3rd magic and the Holy Grail" Voldemort said
"Are you sure you want to side with those...heretics" Bellatrix said the last word with as much venom as she could muster.
"Bellatrix... show them some... hospitality... they are my steemed guests... after all they have something I want... and came willingly to give it to me" Voldemort said with a smile.
"yes... my lord" Bellatrix said
"I have a mission for you two... and you two MUST suceed" Voldemort said.
"What is it my lord? I live to only be useful to you" Bellatrix said.
"I need you to get all the books you can from the library of the Einzenber family... be careful as they specialize on making human combat homocolus and have a protective wards over their castle... do NOT engage... just get what is necessary and leave" Voldemort said.
"Yes Lord Voldemort... you will be done" Thorfinn said.
After being given the location of the were given certain items to help concel themselves form the boundary field erected to protect the castle and detect intruders.
"Now leave my sight" he said as the two disapparated.
Edge of the Einzenber Forest.
Bellatrix and Thorfinn both managed to get at the very edge of the forest, just before their barrier they erected as they couldn't apparate directly... it was just like with Hogwarts, it was protected from such things.
They then pulled the talismans given by Lord Voldemort himself as they felt a sliver of cold water pass trough them... according to their lord this was a sign that the item was now in effect.
They pushed their way past the barrier with a slight degree of difficulty... they navigated the palace as they hid themselves with a disilusioment charm and walked around like ghosts... there where many traps along the way, but Bellatrix, tough insane and unbalanced, was skilled and powerful and disabled the traps.
They opened the largest door and found a enormous library... the library itself was 3 times larger than that of even Hogwarts at the very least.
"ok... you know the plan... gather all the books that we need... no more no less" Thorfinn said.
"Do not think you are one to tell me orders Thorfinn... the only one who can do so is my lord" Bellatrix said.
"Accio 3rd magic books" she called out.
She should have remembered that her voice was not hidden tough and 2 people heard it.
"Leysritt... I think there are intruders" a woman dressed in white said.
"I wonder. Who can at. this time?" Leysritt asked.
"It came from the library... let's go" Sella said as Leysritt pulled a halbert.
They walked down the halls to the library.
"Do we have all we need Bella?" Thorfinn asked
"I think so... I can't seem to be able to summon any more" Bellatrix said
"hey... just what do you think you are doing?" asked a voice.
They turned to find two maids looking at them... one of them was holding a rather large halberd.
"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix said automatically as if it where a second Nature.
Sella dead rose her hand and erected a barrier and stopped the curse dead on tracks.
While not a combat made homoculus she had a powerful magic circuits... so she could use strong magic.
"Thorfinn cover me!" she yelled as she launched many curses at the two maids.
"Excuse me. please. stop stealing. form this house" Leysritt said as she slashed with the halberd, Bellatrix jumped back avoiding the hit... witch broke part of the concrete floor.
"Quickly Thorfinn! we must flee" she said, as she hated to do such thing.
Thorfinn then broke a window "Jump! he said but he was hit by Leysritt with a powerful blow effectively breaking at the very least 5 ribs in one blow.
Bellatrix then grabbed him and jumped out as she used a charm to levitate to further increase he range of her jump as she needed to get to the edge of the forest.
"You. can't escape... thieving cat" Leysritt said.
"Aveda... she yelled as she was about to do a killing curse
However she had to change as she used a shield charm to protect herself from an onslaught of lightning... she cursed under her breath as she got to the edge of the barrier and disapparated.
"Damn it... they got away... master will not be pleased" Sella said
"Oh well. nothing to be. done now" Leysritt said as she shrugged.
"Still you gave that one guy a good hit... he will die even with proper care... did you made his lung collapse?" Sella asked
"Yes. I did. I was aiming for it. after all" Leysritt said.
Malfloy's mannor
Both Bellatrix and Thorfinn landed on the 'throne room' both of them panting heavily
"Everyone move out! Thorfinn is hurt!" the death eaters yelled as they brought people who could help to cure him... however he was way too demaged.
"The... the books... we...we got em" Thorfinn said with a smirk as he drew his last breath. as blood flowed from his mouth.
"By Merlin's beard... such damage... and from a muggle weapon? what where you fighting... gollems?" a death eater asked.
"I rather not talk about it" Bellatrix said as she walked into the inner sactum.
In it was Lord Voldemort and Shinji as well with another elder person.
"It seems like Thorfinn has fallen... pity... he was a dutiful follower... still his death will be remembered as a cornerstone to my rise to power" Voldermort said with no warm tone... all of it was in a neutral tone.
"Are the books in place... Lord Voldemort?" Shinji asked
"indeed... I assume you have the nessesary items to carry this... grail calling?" Voldemort said.
"Yes.. I had taken steps to ensure the success of this and took some books and other reading materials for such an occasion from the Clock Tower" Shinji said.
Voldemort was impressed by the youth's tenacity and lust of power... he was one working his way from the bottom and destroying anything in his way... however there was arrogance, and that blinded him somewhat.
Still he was useful.
"And now all that's needed is someone to draw the array... you... the big guy over there...I need you to draw this EXACTLY as specified." Shinji said haughtlily.
The death eater glared at him but Voldemort's stare told him to shut up and do what he was told.
The array looked complex... it was drawn using chalk and etched into the floor with magic...
"make sure they are EXACTLY as in the book... it has to be the size and circumference as it says in here... it has to be done by the letter" Shinji barked as the death eaters patience.
Voldemort chuckled at the youth's indiscretion... he really was a feisty one.
After reviewing the work and making some improvements he was finally satisfied with the end results.
"What do you think? will it work?" Shinji asked the eldery man.
"Yesssss... this will do just fineee..." the eldery one said
Voldemort could feel tremendous power on the old man... it was... enormous.
He knew he must be weary of him... not that he couldn't take him out should the need arise... but he still needed to be weary since with age comes experience.
"There... it is done... now we need all your death eater to serve as... the power source of this ritual while youuse your own power to force the grail down... if all was done correctly the grail will come down" Shiji said with a crazed grin.
Voldemort smirked... with this he will be freed of the Potter nuance once and for all.
"Let us commence" Voldemort said as his followers stood besides him and circled the array.
They felt as they where growing weaker as the array was sucking their magical power into it... feeding with it
The array the flowed white and the power was being expelled and connected with something... a ball then formed
"It's coming" Shinji said with glee as he had a manically smile on his face.
Voldemort himself could feel the power... his robes where being blown back as the air itself was twisting as the item everyone was coveting.
"Yes... more... just a bit more" Shinji said as he had a crazed look on his face.
The ball then grew larger... larger still, then brighter, brighter...
Then the ball begun to change shape... distorted itself.
"aww shit! hit the deck!" he said as he ducked down for cover... Voldemort dead rose a powerful defensive spell while a few of his followers did the same... one was not lucky and got hit with the blast and was flung to a decorative spear... and impaled on it.
"Dolohov!" cried the dead eaters.
"SHINJI!" Voldemort yelled in anger as he dead rose his wand.
Then from the floor a figure appeared as it dead rose up from it as a ghost would...
A man in leather wrapped with arm guards and shin guards and a short sword at the side with strong frame appeared.
"Are you my master?" he asked as he grinned his teeth... his eyes glowing red with the madness that flared out to the world.
"Damn... the ritual was partly a success..." Shinji said.
The old man sighed "as I thought... Shinji, you are all but useless" the old man said.
"explain yourself old man...or you won't have much to look forth" Voldemort said as he dead rose his wand.
"The ritual was a partial success... however my grandson, in his stupidity and inexperience with magic, forgot an important part of the making of the holy grail connection... however it did not have the effect desired... this is however an opportunity for you... as the grail war had started..." the old man said as he sighed.
"I ask... once more..." the man said as he growled "are...master?" the creature asked.
"Look in your hand... if you see a sigil etched into your hand then answer his question.
Voldemort then looked at his hand... in it was a sigil that represented him perfectly... a 3 headed snake.
"I am indeed your master" Voldemort said with a smirk
"!" the creature yelled as magical energy swirled around his body forming a pillar of power.
"What in bloody hell is going on?" Voldemort said
"Gyhhh" Shiki cowered in fear
"Relax Lord Voldemort" the old man said "This is a servant... and it appears you have called upon the Berserker class" the old man said with a chuckle... he did so due to being reminded of his other failure of a relative Kariya.
"Indeed we managed to fool the grail... but not connect with it and bring it down... I hoped too much it appears, as an item with such power would not be so easy the wrestle to ones desires" the old man said.
Indeed... even Lord Voldemort would not be so foolish as to think this plan would go without a hitch.
However this presented itself with another boon.
A servant, as he had learned are spirits of heroes...
Well they where muggles... save for one of them, the Caster class.
All of them where powerful, however for someone like him who put magic as the outmost importance.
"Did you say Berserker... as in the one who traded sanity for power?" Voldemort asked
"Indeed Lord Voldemort" said the old man
"Kuhuhuhu excelent" Voldemort chuckled... everything while not going according to plan, was still salvageable.
Little Whinging, Surrey
Inside the rather plain streets of Little Whinging, there lived a seemingly plain boy. He was fifteen years old and lived at number 4 Privet Drive. He had shaggy black hair which never seemed tameable no matter how much any hairdresser tried. A pair of glasses adorned his jade green eyes which made him appear a little more frail than he was. His most distinguishable trait was the odd lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He was thin of frame and was forced to wear baggy clothes. To the residents of Privet Drive, Harry Potter was just a face which had been sent to some private school for criminal boys according to his relatives and was thus ignored for the most part.
In truth, Harry Potter was a wizard.
He didn't know this immediately of course. For the first eleven years of his life, as far as he knew his parents died in a car accident which landed him with his relatives the Durselys, related through his aunt Petunia and his mother. For those eleven years, Harry had to play the eternal chore boy for his relatives. His Aunt Petunia was a skinny stick of a woman who was an incurable gossip who had the audacity to spy on her neighbours so she could have some dirt to spill about them. When she wasn't busy calling Harry 'worthless' or the like, she was taking credit over her prize-winning flower garden which she never laid a finger on and instead had Harry do all the work. Her husband Vernon was a walrus of a man with a bristly mousetache who was more than happy to lock up Harry whenever he could so he wouldn't ruin the 'normal' image of his family which he prided himself so much on at his drill bit manufacturing plant, Grunnings. Whenever Harry seemed to step out of line, be it truly or because someone said so, Vernon would lay down the law with a heavy hand. Lastly was Harry's cousin Dudley who was an absolutely spoiled whale of a boy whom was given everything he ever wanted and then some. Overfed and given everything, Dudley ruled the primary school system with Harry being the prime target. Many a times Harry came home with bruises and cuts due to Dudley and his gang and not having an ounce of justice since his aunt and uncle denied anything but perfection no matter how rotten spoiled, whiney, or violent Dudley got even with many other parents complaining
Harry's life of working like a dog for the Dursley's and their neglect of him save for the bare essentials continued for eleven years until one day he received a very odd letter from a school called Hogwarts. After Petunia and Vernon tried everything in their power to prevent Harry from even touching letter after letter, he finally discovered the truth. He was a wizard, much like his mother and father were. The Dursleys in their usual fits of hatred for anything they considered 'abnormal' saw fit to try and prevent Harry from learning of anything magical and eventually forcing the magic out of him so he'd be 'normal' like them. Much to their frustration, they failed miserably.
For the past four years, Harry had been learning all about magic at the school of Hogwarts. However, it wasn't at all the sweetest dream that he envisioned with being able to get away from the Dursleys. First of all, Harry just wasn't an ordinary wizard but one of the most famous. His celebrity status stemmed from how as a child, he managed to survive being hit by a killing curse cast by one of the worst dark wizards of all time, Voldemort (A.K.A. You-Know-Who) which backlashed and destroyed the man in the process. With his status came all sorts of expectations people seemed to hold on him being some kind of powerful wizard in the making or having been personally trained by some of the most powerful wizards of the day. Despite seeing the boy in person, people still seemed to expect great things from him.
Despite all the friends Harry made at school and all of the interesting things he had learned at Hogwarts, it was anything but a relaxing school experience. For the past four years Harry's life was put at risk in various insane situations. The first year, he and his friends Ron and Hermione had to protect the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort who had managed to remain as a kind of spirit of some sort. His second year had Harry fight a Basilisk which was prowling the school and attacking muggleborn students at the direction of a student possessed by Voldemort's childhood diary. Third year saw the escape of Sirius Black and the dementors from the wizard prison Azkaban which proved more dangerous than the wrongly accused convict could ever be. Finally, last year saw the return of the Triwizard Tournament which had been discontinued since participant fatalities became too much. In Harry's opinion, the people in charge hadn't made it much safer than they claimed they had.
During the final event of the tournament though, Harry was transported into a cemetery and used in a ritual which completely revived Voldemort into his physical form. Defeating the man in a wizarding duel and escaping, Harry tried to warn everyone, but not many took him seriously. Everyone else seemed content to stick their heads into the dirt and refuse to believe that Voldemort had returned. He really couldn't blame them, having met the man in person and witnessed his cruelty he wouldn't want to believe the dark wizard had returned either.
Since returning to his personal isolation with the Dursleys though, Harry had been in a communication blackout. No one had been sending him letters and it was not helping his growing temper. Between the denial of Fudge, the Minister of Magic and seeing no sign of anything being done to stop the madman nor hearing anything from his friends, Harry was finding himself being pushed in ways he did not have the patience for. Furthermore, his patience was being further grated with his cousin Dudley. The formerly whale-shaped boy had discovered wrestling and managed to turn the majority of his body fat into muscle. What got on Harry's nerves was the fact that his aunt and uncle were acting like Dudley was the prince of Britain. It didn't help the boy's arrogance when he managed to fight and pin a boy that was older than him.
Nowadays Dudley and his gang would roam about doing delinquent things and cause trouble. Unlike when they were younger, they had enough sense not to cause trouble and get caught for it. Of course, Dudley always had a ready excuse as to why he was late, citing that he was hanging out at a friend's place having afternoon and evening tea like a proper English gentleman. As usual with their absolute denial of Dudley doing anything wrong, Vernon and Petunia swallowed his lies hook, line, and sinker.
At this point in time, Harry was sitting in one of the small parks near his house thinking about what was going on over and over again. He usually wasn't able to go there since the Dursleys had him working on chores more often than not. When he could go no one would play with him since they were afraid Dudley and his gang would beat them up in their usual Harry Hunting trips where anyone who got in the way was the target. This night, it was one of the sole sanctuaries he had as the sun sank over the horizon. His frustration was mounting with his complete isolation with people who were more or less the definition of anti-magic and made it a point to show how much they hated him when they weren't ignoring him to live as 'normally' as they possibly could.
The voices of young men alerted him of something approaching from the distance. He easily recognized the voices as belonging to Dudley and his gang of idiots. It sounded like they were returning to their homes for the night after causing somebody some trouble once again. Harry knew that once Dudley saw him, he'd decide that some picking on Harry would be the perfect day to wrap up the evening. With his temper growling and seeking release, Harry decided some scare tactics were in order so to get some payback.
After all, it wasn't as if he was going to actually cast a spell.
Granger Residence
Hermione Granger was a girl who loved books and learning. Growing up, she read constantly and proved herself very intelligent. However, it didn't make her any friends during her primary school years. Teased because of her bushy hair, large front teeth, and being a 'teacher's pet', she grew to be rather lonely. When she received her Hogwarts letter and an explanation from Professor McGonagall, she had thought that things were finally looking up. A bit of her ideas about wizards painted them as people who liked to learn and researched into discovering new ways of magic and how to do things better. However, the reality shattered those preconceptions when she found herself to be just as ridiculed about actually liking to learn as she was in primary school. It seemed like no matter where she went she would be remain just as friendless as ever simply because she liked to do well in school rather than do the other things children her age liked to do.
Then Halloween in her first year occurred and she made her first friends.
Being rescued from a mountain troll would do that for a person. Meeting Harry Potter and Ron Weasley finally gave her the friends she so badly wanted. There were ups and downs of course, but everyday she was glad at one point or another that she had met them. She could do without the life-risking adventures, but in the end she would have gone through them anyway. Her bond with her friends simply was that strong.
Nowadays Hermione was more than a little frustrated. At the end of her fourth year the Dark Lord Voldemort had returned and as far as she could tell from her subscription to the Daily Prophet, the Ministry was denying it with all of their strength and going so far as to create a smear campaign against Harry so that no one would listen to him should he ever try to go public. It incensed her that the government which was supposed to support the people and warn them of dangers was reacting like little children who didn't want to admit that something they didn't like had happened. Then again, Cornelius Fudge wasn't the most honest of individuals in her opinion and his close relationship with Lucius Malfoy made her think that more than a few 'donations' had helped influence decisions in his term as Minister for Magic.
She wanted to talk to Harry about it and see what he thought of it, and maybe help soothe his temper but Professor Dumbledore had been quite adamant about not communicating with Harry at all, 'for his own protection' just in case someone followed the owls. Hermione truly respected Dumbledore and everything he had done, but she had to question why completely cutting Harry off from communication with his friends was supposed to be helpful. At the very least, letting him know that owls may be traced so messages would be rare or arranging a more secure means of communication would have been a better idea. She had heard stories about Harry's relatives and she refused to believe that Harry was as safe as Dumbledore believed, emotionally at least.
Again, there wasn't much she could do about it since she didn't know how to make a floo or some of the other more secure communications and even if she did, she wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school yet so she was stuck in that regard. So instead she buried herself into more magical research to learn more about the wizarding world. It was during this time that she had discovered the Mage's Association and their own school known as Clock Tower. It was surprising for her to learn that there was another school for wizards, or rather mages, in Britain and she wondered why she hadn't been invited. However, that's when she discovered that while Hogwarts was considered one of the finest schools, it catered to everyone while Clock Tower seemed more like a true private school and only made offers to certain families or those with sufficient experience. Furthermore, the Mage's Association and Magical Britain really didn't like each other all that much. The Mage's Association considered Magic Britain to be backwards and ignorant of the world at large and likely to not be amounting to anything since they continued to wallow in their own ignorance. Magical Britain on the other hand considered the Mage's Association to be borderline heretics who refuse to follow the teachings of Merlin and broach subjects which wizards have no business dealing with, such as associating with the modern muggle world such as technology and the like.
It had taken Hermione some time at Flourish and Blotts to discover that much about the Mage's Association since any and all books about them were crammed into a dusty corner and it took her more time to sort out the unbiased books about them. In a stroke of luck on witch Harry himself would be proud of she managed to find one of the texts which students of Clock Tower would learn from and she immediately set into it. The kinds of magic she learned of was quite interesting and very radical compared to the things she learned at Hogwarts. However, Hermione never considered knowledge a bad thing unless it was used for a bad purpose so she strove on. One aspect of the Mage's Association she found incredibly interesting was their use of familiars and summoning arrays to call for them.
That was currently what the bushy-haired young woman was doing in her basement on such a pleasant evening. She was currently drawing an ornate circle on the concrete floor with a number of geometric designs. It was very precise work and she could see why the Mage's Association embraced the modern area with their precision tools and such things. It made drawing her array ever so much easier. She had found a number of possible arrays to summon familiars with, but one in particular had caught her attention. It was supposedly one associated with what the Mage's Association said was connected to what they called the Third True Magic, a powerful kind of magic which modern science had yet been able to duplicate. The book said that it only worked under specific circumstances but didn't go into what those where. Still, eager to at least try, she set to work and created the array out of chalk and several precision instruments bought from an office supply store.
"Okay, that should do it," Hermione muttered to herself, checking her measurements and the diagrams in the book to be sure. "Now comes the tricky part."
She knew she could get in loads of trouble for doing this, but since she wasn't using her wand then there was a chance that the Ministry wouldn't be able to track it. She had read up on how the Ministry made sure that underage students didn't use their magic by keeping trackers on their wands which expired once they reached their age of majority. She had researched such things after Harry told her about how he was accused of underage magic when Dobby used magic in his relatives' house. After some digging, she had found that the method used on Harry was considered overkill compared to the ministry standard. She had assumed that it was because Harry was The-Boy-Who-Lived and thus had to be under more protection than regular students.
Placing herself in front of the circle, Hermione began reading from the book the chant which was marked alongside the circle she had chosen. The words were slightly blurred, but she managed to make them out so to cast the spell properly. The spell was much longer to invoke than the ones she was used to, showing that while Hogwarts went for speed, the Mage's Association seemed to lean towards the results and power instead. Word after word, the circle began to glow brighter and brighter.
"I declare the following" he said "Your body shall serve under me… my fate shall be your sword… submit to the beckoning of this holy grail… if you submit to this will and this reason then answer…" Hermione said as the room begun to cackled with power.
"An oath shall be sworn here- I shall attain all the virtues of all of heaven, I shall have dominion over all the evils of hell… from the seventh heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, PROTECTOR OF BALANCE-!" Hermoine said with force behind her words.
The array triggered, bringing a flash of light which lit up the room as if a star had appeared, forcing Hermione to shield her eyes. Stumbling back from the light, she tripped and fell onto her bottom as she covered her eyes. While she struggled with her sight, the center of the circle reacted as a figure seemed to rise out of the ground as if it were as dense as air. As the figure dead rose out of the ground like sprouting plant, the circle stopped glowing and all of the chalk lines vanished, having been swept away by the force.
Blinking her eyes, Hermione looked to her summoning array and gasped when she found it missing, but a man standing in its place. He was of average build, but seemed thin and light on his feet. He was dressed in a green tunic and dark brown pants with leather boots. His right hand was covered in a fingerless green glove while the other was wrapped in white bandages, as if it were used it a singular action over and over again and thus had to be protected from harm. Lastly his shoulders were adorned with a dark green cloak. His face was admittedly handsome and seemed to have an easy smile on it with hazel eyes, one of which was slightly obscured by his hair. Said hair was red, but shaggy like the wind had brushed through it. All in all, Hermione seemed almost smitten at the handsome man which had appeared before her.
He smiled at her and prostrated himself and kneeled down
"Are you my Master?" he asked plainly.
"Uh…wh…what?" the bushy-haired girl gasped out.
"Upon your summoning, I have come forth," the man replied. "Are you my Master?"
Hermione blinked and tried to get her mind back into order. Quickly coming to terms with what this handsome man was saying, she answered, "Y-yes. I am the one who summoned you. Although you weren't quite what I was expecting…."
"Eh, work with what you've got," The man shrugged. "You can call me Archer. Who might you be?"
"Hermione Granger," the young woman answered as she got to her feet, brushing off her pants. "Archer? Is that really your name?"
"My Class really," Archer replied. "It's safer that you refer to me that way. Wouldn't want your opponents to learn about my name and abilities."
That brought Hermione up short, "I am sorry... did you say...My opponents?"
"The other Masters," Archer answered. "You know, the ones you have to fight for the Holy Grail?"
"WHAT?"
"Oh boy, are we in for a long night," was the soft chuckle to Hermione's shriek.
The Burrow
Ron Weasley was doing his chores... he was right now de-gnomising the lawn... he sighed as he was getting more than a little annoyed at Dumbledore's request of not contacting with Harry.
"What Harry needs is his friends...yet doing this? what will this accomplish? he will feel alienated...I wish there was something more I could do...I don't know why is it that the whole weight of the world was resting on his shoulder's alone" Ron said in one of his rare moments of mental clarity.
He was chasing after the gnomes who where running around harder than usual, so much in fact that they where making small trenches.
He kept chasing them and flinging them off, but not before twirling them around to confuse them, to the other side of the yard... beyond the garden of his house.
After doing so he found a small injured fox... some gnomes where to attack it in order to use it for food.
The poor fox was weak and couldn't move, he looked at Ron... asking him to help.
Ron was moved and rushed towards the small fox.
"I am not supposed to use magic with muggles around, but since there ARE no muggles here... and I am using magic for something like this I suppose it would be ok" Ron said "Accio Bandages, Accio Blood-Replenishing Potion, Accio Invigoration Draught" Ron called the items in questions as he helped the fox drink them and dressed his wounds. The fox licked his face in thanks as he was recuperating fast. with a final look he left and Ron felt he done a good deed for the day.
Unknown to his the trenches that the gnomes had made by accident begun to glow... apparently the gnomes made a mystical looking array... it was done in such a fashion that all the arrays had exactly measurements of 1.618, a holy number known as mathematicians as the golden ratio... the images of a wavy water, a single leaf that had landed on the top circle and the blood of the fox on the circle in the middle activated the array... then the glowing become stronger until it swallowed Ron in it and then someone had come form the light.
Ron shielded himself as to not loose his sight at such bright light.
"Hey you... young magus! wait a juuuuuuuuuuust a second! really wait just one second! I have absolutely no idea who you are or where you're from... but your kindness and your calling have not gone unheaded" a female voice said.
Ron was worried as he pulled his wand out to defend himself
"Hold yourself... while other gods choose to ignore you, your cries and calls have reached my ears!" said the voice from the light "and with the god Uka-no-mita as my witness I pledge myself to serve under you"
Ron then fell back in fright as the light died down... a beautiful woman then floated from there... her dress was really skimpy but beautiful... she looked human... till he noticed her fox ears and tail.
She then did a motion straight out of a martial arts master "Even if you weren't exactly clear why you need one, I've brought you a vulpine wife of the imperial tomb!" she said without looking.
She then realized that the boy before her was REALLY freaking out.
"Ah, you seem a little... apprehensive. uh... you are my master... Right?" the vulpine lady said.
"Uh?" he said dumbfounded... he just moved his head up and down.
"YAY!" she said really giddily "Contract established! I look forward to fighting by your side... my dear master" Caster said as she playfully passed her slender finger on Ron's torso, this mad the young boy blush as bright red as his hair his family was well known for. "My abilities might be a tad limited... so you might not be happy with me, master, but... I'll try my very best!" She said with a toothy smile.
"W...wait...master? what? who?" Ron said as he finally got his bearings back as this was going all to fast too soon.
"yes Master... you summoned me Ta- erm... I mean Caster at your side... you are a master who is to take part of the Holy Grail war" She said with a smile.
He then felt a burning sensation on his hand as a symbol etched itself on his hand... on it was what looked like a shield divided in 3 sections "Mn... so this is how Harry feels when his scar is burning... her... uhmm.. Caster... what is this? you seem to know more about this" Ron asked
"Uhmm... those are the command seals... with it you can give any order and I wont be able to deny it... ANY order" she said playfully.
"oh... Okay..." Ron said as he was feeling the rare need to bleed from his nose.
"Anyway master... you need to be ready for your enemies will come" Caster said
"Right... enemies..." Ron said absent mindly.
Then it hit him with the subtletly of killing curse
"ENEMIES!" Ron said
"Of course master, after all you are a master in the grail war... anyone who is participating in this war will try to take you out... the prize is after all the most coveted item that will grant any wish" Caster said.
"Any wish?" Ron asked.
He saw himself as being the best of his brothers... finally being able to stand out and people pay notice to him...and not be a 'shadow' anymore... the ability to bring down "he-who-must-not-be named"...
"Hai! I am your servant... witch means that I am your weapon on this war! but don't worry honey! I will do my best to protect you" she said with a wink.
"So... what should we do now? I mean, I don't want my family to find out about this... and they would definitively get mad at me for using magic like this" Ron said.
"Don't worry, my master... I can turn into spirit form if you stop sharing you magical power with me...once you do I can turn incorporeal... no one will be able to see me" Caster said.
"Really?" Ron asked.
"I won't lie to my master" Caster said with a smile "Just concentrate on clamping the fine line of energy that connects me and you... and I will slowly vanish to conserve energy and be invisible to all but you... Master" she said seductively.
Ron gulped... he was not used to having overly attractive women actually paying attention to him.
LittleWhinging,Surrey
Harry and Dudley where in a pickle... the whale of a boy, Dudley... was going to pick a fight, yet again, with Harry.
Harry then threatened him with magic, a bluff and a transparent one at that, but Dudley was not known for having a bright mind.
"I knows you cunt use magic outside here... iz against the law or sumething" he said petulantely.
"Oh? But that was then... maybe the laws have changed... laws do that all the time" Harry said
Dudley flinched as he recalled what the giant Hagrid did to him many years ago.
Then the bright blue sky turned grey... dark clouds begun to move as Harry had a powerful cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He then begun to hear the voices of his mother... her screams.
It only meant one thing.
"RUN!" Harry yelled as Dudley was terrified and confussed.
Harry then punched him to snap him out of the trance he was in and they both ran as the horrifying creatures swoop in to take them.
Dudley was blinded by fear, his energy leaving his body in the face of the soul-suckers.
Harry dragged Dudley into a nearby home... it was a good place to hide since it was in foreclosure, meaning no one was living in it.
The door, however, was locked, and Harry couldn't use magic right now.
"Dudley! kick forward!" Harry said "Make it strong"
Dudley yelled as he kicked open the door... both boys got inside and quickly barricaded themselves inside the almost empty house, there where some boxes and chairs and a sofa in there, they used it to barricade the doors and locked the windows... however their presence still gave them the feeling of fear.
They did not take into consideration about the chimney... the dementors swoop down... the force of their descend made made the boxes and contents fall into the floor... a dead rose and a sword laid in the middle of the intricate patterns the boxes made.
The sword and dead rose where on top of each other and then the got closer.
"No! NOT MY BOY!TAKE ME,TAKE ME INSTEAD!" his mother's voice shouted out to Voldemort to plead to her sons life.
Harry tried really hard, emphasis on try, to bring forth good memories... however he was running on empty on those... the good things where few and far in between.
"EXPECTO! Harry yelled as he was about to do the patronus charm.
However a dementor smacked his wand out of his hand... he was defenseless... they all begun to cover him as he could hear his mother's scream and Voldemort's laughter.
A dementor then grab hold of him and managed to wound him... his blood then dropped into the circle and activated at the call of the magic Harry was to unleash... it tapped into his magic reserves.
"I am about to die...I can't...I have stop...I have to live...if Idon't stop him... a lot of people will die!"Harry tough frantically
A powerful light formed and the dementors moved back as they preferred the darkness.
"Indeed! you must embrace your fear of death and fight on regardless to what fate may wait you!" a voice said "Well spoken, nameless traveler! Even if the world will never hear your desire, know that I admire and respect it! Close your hands into fists and raise your head! your end has yet to come!" a female voice said "In fact, your destiny begins now!" she said
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The windows broke from the power surging from the floor... it was as if a typhoon was forming in the room... only instead of air it was light.
A figure was raising from the floor in the middle of the room.
That form-
Even if it was human I could tell that there was something different... Clearly so.
The power emanating from it transcended that of any human...
A power that threatens to vaporize anyone it touched swirls within my body almost against my will.
"Now then, I shall ask you once more. Answer me. Are you my Master?" the woman in red asked.
I looked up at her and nodded, I was too stupefied by all of this.
"Your words are few, but beautiful. I like that. I won't ask you how privileged you feel for summoning me... all right, I give my blessing! I will bestow upon you the honor of being my master" She said without a care of the beings surrounding us, now that they gotten their wits about they congregated around...
I feel a pain in my hand... I look to see a strange 3 part symbol was carved in it and shining brightly red.
The dementors came closer... I became colder the screams of my dead mother sounded once more with great intensity.
She walked calmly past me and stood in front of the dementor, for some reason... she was immune to their power.
"What an excitable Master I have, why are you so flustered? While I am by your side, have no fear that you may lose your way. Remember that victory is all that matters" she said as something shone in her hand... a large sword that looked like it was made in fire by fire, out of fire came into form.
Even the shape was reminiscent of a flame.
"My blade is the ultimate instrument! Even the muses themselves would bow before the sound it makes. Master, strike with my sword. Show me the extent of your abilities in this first battle!" she said with haughtiness.
She rushed in to attack... with her sword she slashed the dementor and actually wounded him... the next she stabbed the next pinning him to the wall, his body evaporated and only dust and his cloak remained
The dementors saw this was a loosing battle and gathered their wounded and decided to bail.
"Who are you?" Harry asked to the woman.
"Call me Saber... and you, as I said before... are my master" Saber said.
Chapter End