A/n: This is an AU fic, a lot of the story mayor may not make sense to you, please bear with me as it is a work in progress. ENJOY!

Chapter 1: The Summoning of Servants

Harriet Potter sighed as she sat in the local library of Surrey. It was really her only way of getting away from her horrid relatives. She wasn't truly reading anything, more just steering clear of her brutish cousin and his 'gang'.

Off to her right was a man, this man was known by many titles, though the most fitting was 'Troll of the Clock Tower', the man was Zelretch Schweinorg, the wizard Marshal. The man looked over to the little raven haired child near him and frowned, her fate was a sad one, one that he intended to circumvent at any cost. Hence why we was here.

Harriet noticed the man's look and regarded him, for all of a second before he rose and swiftly left. Leaving behind seven gems, a pair of books, and a note.

Harriet giggled to herself as she read the note the strange man had left her.

Dear Harriet Potter,

You don't know me, but I know of you. Who I am is irrelevant, as you will most likely never see me again. But, I have something very important to share with you.

You are a witch, and a very powerful one.

I know you are laughing at this note right now, so I will give you a challenge, read the two books I left, perform the ritual they describe, and then decide if I'm crazy or not.

Oh, and I suggest you find a clearing in the woods near your house before opening the books, they a few gifts for you to use during the ritual.

Best of luck dearie,

Zelretch Schweinorg

Wizard Marshal

Harriet had no idea who this Zelretch was, but she figured it couldn't hurt to humor some old man. And with that thought young Harriet set off to the forest outside her house, and prepared the ritual location. Several hours later, and the circle was done, the gems placed, and it was ready.

Harriet decided to wait a week, for her Eleventh Birthday, to perform the ritual.

The week leading up to it was a rather odd one, namely as owls kept attempting to give her letters, only for her uncle Vernon, a rather large and rotund specimen of Homo Sapiens that rather resembled a walrus than a man (thanks in part to his mustache, which would quiver when he was upset), to grab them before she could and destroy them.

But, finally the time had come, and Harriet was excited. She snuck out of the house, and reached her clearing with a few scant minutes to spare, and immediately began to chant.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.

Let red be the color I pay tribute to.

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.

I shall declare here. Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If you will submit to this will and this reason… then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!"

Harriet gasped as, right as she finished (in the distance, the midnight toll of a clock could be heard) a bright white light exploded from the ritual circle before her, and once it dimmed, before her stood seven figures, who as one spoke, "At your call I have come forth, I ask of you, are you my master?"

The figures then looked at each other in confusion, though one, a dark skinned male with shockingly white hair began to laugh, "Damn you Zelretch!" he cried between bouts of laughter.

"How do you know of the old man?" Harriet asked, "also, who are you all?"

The white haired youth, walked forward, and Harriet blushed slightly as his attire. It was a skin tight black body armor with a odd red cloak that split at the waist. "I am the Servant Archer, come forth at your call. I ask of you, are you my master?"

Harriet suddenly remembered what the second told her, and spoke, "I say unto you Seven, I am your Master."