A/N: Hello there, this is my very first fanfiction. It is a crossover between the Fate series (Not just 1 anime or game, the entire franchise is included as there are servants from all over the franchise in this fanfiction. There are even some original Heroic Spirits.) and the Harry Potter Universe. Please do review, I believe that constructive feedback is a great way to improve my writing. Thank you and hope you enjoy the fanfiction.
Pain.
She had only known pain. Perhaps despair too, but she was not sure if she felt it any longer. But she was certainly feeling something akin to it now. In the pitch-dark world, an invasive shade of orange perverted the warm glows of cerulean and white. She could hear his greasy voice, smell his oily scent. As she tried to back up further, her back hit an immovable object that refused to give way no matter how much she pleaded for it to. She held out her arms in desperation, trying her utmost to shove the orange away. However, how could she possibly be the match for the cream of the crop of Smelting's Boxing team in terms of strength. Her resistance only served to spur him on. Soon, he was upon her, tearing off her modesty, yanking apart her limbs, robbing her of the last shred of pride and dignity she had left. The orange was all she could see. Suddenly, the assault stopped, granting her a brief reprieve and a tiny bit of hope that her torture would end, for this day. To her horror, the unbuckling of a belt and the sound of fabric being pulled down reached her ears.
As the final remnant of her childhood was seconds away from being torn away, she wished. For someone, for something, to protect her, forever and ever. For an eternal companion, friend and love. She did not want to suffer any longer. Then, she waited with bated breath, hoping that the heavens that were her only source of solace would answer her this time. Then, it did.
Orange was yanked from her, and seemingly flew away from her, landing with an audible thud. Unbeknownst to her, tears had begun to fall. Was it fear finally catching up to her, or was it relief, not even she knew. Then, she stiffened. In the place of the repulsive orange stood the most brilliant light she had ever witnessed, glowing a luminescent golden that seemingly demanded the attention and adoration of all around him. Yet, it was so very cold…
He blinked, roused from his slumber by a plead. Surely, this was just another mongrel's foolish wish that did not deserve to reach him, but had due to this accursed grail. Do they never learn, these worthless beings that defiled his garden? They say that stupidity cannot be cured, yet never seemed to realise that they were only describing themselves. These beings did not deserve his attention, much less his presence. He was about to dismiss the plead and go back to his eternal sleep, until, he felt a significant pull on him. Before he could react, he was pulled across the boundary that separated the Throne of Heroes from the physical world. He was intrigued now. Never had something been so powerful that it pulled his entire being into existence without his consent. He glanced around. It was more akin to a pig sty than any residence that a respectable subject of his would live in. That was when he noticed the two figures that moved about in the dark. The larger one was pinning the smaller one to the wall and seemingly about to succumb to his primal urges. He sneered, the ones that had summoned him were clearly the equals of beasts and wild animals, perhaps even worse. At least wild animals gave him attention when he was in their presence.
Then, he realised something. The smaller figure was trying desperately to resist, although she was clearly out matched and was on the throes of defeat. Frowning, he walked up and yanked the larger figure up and threw him across the room, not even bothering to check if he was alive when he landed. Instead, he turned his attention to the smaller human. A pair of iridescent orbs met his gaze. No… it cannot be. Then, he laughed.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha"
Finally, the grail did something right, amidst all of its corruption, perhaps it still held a shred of sanity, perhaps it was the omnipotent wish granting device that they said it was. After all, not even the Gods could prevent this meeting, no, this reunion orchestrated by the grail. Joy filled him, and his heart, after 5 millenniums of stillness, started beating again. Gaia's child was before him once again; and this time, he would never let her go again, no matter who decreed so. He would battle and vanquish even the Gods if he had to, all for her. Then, he noticed something very wrong. Those once glittering jewels that filled his days with everything he could desire were now lifeless and glassy, only a slight hint of the glory they once shone with was present in them. She was thin, bare skin and bones, only a flicker of the power she had radiated with in her past was present, and even that flicker had not been spared. Someone had bound it. Scrutinizing her further, he realized that while in essence her and her past self were the same, the circumstances due to the age they were born in were very different. In this age, the Gods no longer held sway over Alaya and her children. Unfortunately, someone had to pay the price, and it was her again, who suffered for his actions of rejecting the Gods and affirming humanity. Humanity for all its potential, can be incredibly cruel if it wished to be. As the child of Gaia no longer had any protection from the Gods, due to their inability to directly influence the physical world, the children of Alaya were free to abuse her. Guilt coursed through him. However, it was only for a moment before a red haze filled his vision.
How dare they. HOW DARE THEY!
The larger figure seemed to have recovered from the shock of hitting the ground and stood up with an indignant gaze. With a final wave of his hand, he put her to sleep and sent her into his Golden Capital. It would not be prudent for her to see this, she would certainly chide him later if she did. Then, he swept his judging gaze onto the larger figure. A slight twinge of pleasure ran through him as he saw him tremble in fear and terror.
"Mongrel, do you know of the laws of my kingdom?"
"Who the ruddy hell are you? How dare you trespass into my room!" Despite his apparent fear, the boy yelled at the Golden One. Clearly, he did not realise his dire situation.
"Did you know, barking at the King like the rabid dog you are constitutes a death penalty?"
"How dare you!" The boy stepped forward and launched a fist towards him. To his shock, the Golden One caught the fist in mid-air. Then, he twisted. The shattering and breaking of bone could be heard over the sounds of the night. The boy shouted in pain, but then was reduced to a whimper as the icy gaze of the Golden One once again swept to him.
"You have already committed something way more heinous than attacking me, and you shall receive judgement for that. By the time I am finished, you will be begging for the sweet release of death." As he finished, a golden portal opened. It remained there for a moment before closing and vanishing. The Golden One held a jar in his hand. He then walked to the cowering boy and forced his mouth open before pouring the contents on the jar into the boy's maw. His screams would be music to his ears. Before he could leave, two more figures rushed through the door and exited with equal haste, albeit with a innumerable amount of swords puncturing their broken forms. Then, he vanished with a golden mist. He had much to do, and first, he needed to nurse her back to health, it wouldn't do for his one and only equal to be in her current form. He would punish those who made her like this, every single one of them, for daring to sully HIS treasure.
~The Greatest Grail War~
Albus Dumbledore was in a good mood. It had been a fine month for him. The Ministry and Wizengamot had finally folded under the pressure from him a month ago. They had agreed to activate the grail, and just as a precaution, Albus personally lighted it immediately after the motion was passed in the Wizengamot and an owl had been sent to notify the ministry. Finally, the Holy Grail War would come to England, and this time, it will be larger in scope, grander in spectacle than it ever has been. The puny Triwizard Tournament that the Ministry had suggested at the end of last year was nothing compared to the glory of a Grail War, not to mention that this will be the largest one to date. Tomorrow will be the day the Chosen One summons his servant. They had long since selected a catalyst for him to use that would almost certainly grant him victory in the Grail War. This Grail War would be the key to their final victory against Voldemort and his servants. The Headmaster of Hogwarts whistled a merry tune, their triumph was in sight.
Then, it all went to hell. A slight squeak was the only warning before the entire wall of his office disintegrated in a tremendous explosion that he was barely able to shield himself from. Standing up, he walked over and tried to make sense of what had transpired. What he saw did not please him. All of the trackers, spells, that he had painstakingly put in place over the past 13 years had been annihilated. More disturbing was the meter beside these trackers. It showed a defiant 0 as its reading. Right now, there was only one thing the old wizard could think of.
The wards are down. Due to a large burst of magical energy.
Soon, sharp raps on the door could be heard. The blast clearly was loud enough to wake his subordinates. Sighing, he let them in.
"What the bloody hell happened here Albus?"
"Language James!"
"Come on Lily, we are already adults, just let me use some of that vocabulary I have bottled up will you?"
"Albus, how did this happen? Why is your wall blown off?"
Raising a hand for silence, the elderly Headmaster reasserted his authority in the room before slowly speaking. "I believe that young Miss Potter and the Dursley family are in grave danger. The monitors on the wards in my office registered a massive surge in magical energy near the vicinity of the wards and were overloaded, hence causing the explosion. Then, the remaining meter which monitored the wards itself showed that the wards had been destroyed completely afterwards. James, Lily, come with me, we must investigate the scene, bring Daniel along if you desire so."
A yawn punctuated the conversations in the room as a fit and tall young man with wild black hair and startling green eyes entered the room.
"Dad, Mum, headmaster, what is happening?"
"Daniel, we think your sister is in great danger. Now, Albus and us are about to head over to the Dursleys to find out what has happened to her. You can come along if you wish to."
The young man's lip curled slightly before he forced it back to a neutral expression. "I think the three of you will be able to do this, I will just be a liability if I go."
"Alright then son, go back to bed and rest well, tomorrow is a big day for all of us, we need you to be at your full potential in order to for us to have the greatest chance at victory." A taller man, sharing the same messy mop on his head as his son answered. Soon, in a flash of flame, he, his wife and the Headmaster of Hogwarts have vanished from the school, into the suburban town that was Little Whinging. As they stepped forth from the location which the phoenix had ported them to, they were puzzled. Surely such a massive influx of magical energy would have caused massive destruction across the neighbourhood, after all, it was on a magnitude that could not be represented in numbers. Yet, all that greeted them was a quiet street, devoid of people, just like a normal night. The house with the address of No.4, Pivet Drive was completely unharmed as well. It stood just as well as it had 13 years ago. The trio cautiously made their way across to the house which was hosting the younger Potter, casting revealing charms and notice-me-nots all along the way. Deciding that the Dursleys will not appreciate a rude awakening, the eldest of the three unlocked the door silently, then slowly pushing it open and entering the completely silent residence. The couple followed closely behind. Their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted the door to the master bedroom left ajar and the blankets on the bed hastily thrown aside, the residents nowhere to be found. They had clearly been either forcefully dragged off or fled the location hastily.
Neither of those hypotheses proved to be true as they encountered the gory sight that greeted them on the second floor. A plump middle-aged man and his wife were slumped against the wall of the corridor, their innards spilling out and their blood pooling around them, some of it already drying and forming a crust on the floor and walls. They were clearly beyond help. Their beloved son, once so strong and full of vitality, lay on the ground, eyeballs rolled into his head, his face contorted in a silent scream. Albus walked over and checked him, it was too late for him as well. However, there was someone missing. The girl was nowhere to be found and magical analysis of the house had yielded puzzling results. It seemed as if the huge amount of magic that had manifested here just half an hour ago simply vanished. Any learned wizard or witch worth his/her salt would realise that this was an impossibility, magical energy on that scale would leave traces, even if those remnants were just faint ones in the ambient magic of the surroundings. It was incredulous that the magic would simply disappear, at least according to the contemporary laws of magic laid down and proven over and over again across the centuries. Sighing, the old wizard knew that this would be a mess to clean up. Turning to his companions, he reassured them.
"I will do my best to ensure that Iris is found. As for her relatives, I will handle it personally, for now, focus on helping Daniel with the summoning ritual, that is far more important to our cause than Iris."
"Alright Albus, we will leave this up to you."
Soon, the couple were flamed back to the safety of the ancient castle of Hogwarts. Dumbledore however, stayed.
"What have you done, Iris? This is unnatural, even for you. I sincerely hope that you are not the one behind the deaths of your relatives, surely, for all their faults, they did not deserve this."
~The Greatest Grail War~
Hogwarts, the next day
"Rise and shine sweetheart! It's the big day today! Everyone is waiting for you in the ritual room." A woman with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes shook a young man awake. As he opened a bleary eye, he sat up and yawned. It took a moment for his mother's words to register in his mind. But after it did, he shot up like a bullet and dashed into the bathroom to freshen up. The day had finally arrived, it was time Quidditch Extraordinaire, Boy Who Lived and the Chosen One added a new achievement to his already massive repertoire of great deeds. A month ago, the Grail had bestowed onto him 3 command seals, effectively confirming his participation in the upcoming Grail War. Since then, his parents and their allies have managed to procure a catalyst to summon for him the servant which will help him win it. Although, in his mind, he believed that it did not matter if they had gotten the catalyst or not, he would have won either way.
Soon, a much more refreshed Daniel Potter waltzed into the ritual room. The magic circle had already been prepared by him since last week, all it needed were certain catalysts from the Manifestation of his magic to function, a vial of his blood, the tail feather of a phoenix, as well as the scales of a dragon. These have been procured in advance as well. Sitting atop a stone platform just in front of the magic circle was a spear, or what used to be a spear. Even after centuries of disuse, it still glowed an unearthly golden. This was the property that convinced the Headmaster that this would be the correct catalyst to bring forth the servant that will win the not just the Grail War, but rid the world of the Dark Lord as well. His family was already present in the room, as well as his godfather and various friends he had made across the years. The young man smiled lightly at them and walked over to the magic circle. Placing the catalysts in the appropriate locations, he begun the ritual.
"Let the flames of my blood be the essence.
Let the light which shines from the end be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the light against which the dark 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.
Come forth, the Protector of the Realm, the Great Light that Shines Upon Us All!"
The magic circle glowed with power and lit up as the final words were uttered, showering the occupants of the room with a blinding light and warmth. As the light faded and wind settled, a figure can be seen in the middle of the ritual circle.
She commanded the attention of the room the moment she had arrived, her golden locks of hair wafting gently in the aftermath of the ritual as her piercing emerald gaze swept the room. In her hand was a sparkling lance of white, blue and gold, similar to the colors of the armor she had donned. Atop her head rested a golden crown and beneath her was her faithful steed, dressed in her colors too. On her waist were 2 swords, both with ornate handles and radiating light. She surveyed the others in the room, taking in their looks of awe and admiration. Finally, her attention came to the young man that stood in front of her.
"I am Servant Rider of Blue. I ask of you, are you my Master?"
Dumbledore's smile threatened to grow larger than his face could hold.
~The Greatest Grail War~
The Burrow
This was the moment of truth for him. The future of his family was staked on this. They had already made many sacrifices for this, poor Ginny had to use hand me down books again in order for this catalyst to be procured. A month ago, when the command seals appeared on the back of his hand, he knew. He, as a member of the family, could not fail them, could not fail her. Fred Weasley grimaced, it was all up to him to successfully complete the summoning ritual and achieve a respectable standing in the Grail War to help his family regain some lost prestige and gold. As much as he would not like to admit it, the House of Weasley was in dire straits, their wealth squandered by the 2 generations before his father Arthur Weasley. Now, his family was forced into squalid living conditions and ridiculed by almost every other family in the wizarding world. His fist clenched as he walked up to the magic circle. It was now or never.
Placing the block of gold, a vial of his blood and the tooth of a Cerberus Ron, Hermione and Daniel had knocked unconscious 3 years ago in the correct positions, he walked forward to his position, directly facing a stone platform, atop which sat a yew bow. He turned his head around once again, nodding his head at the Patriarch of his House, his father and taking in the expectant gazes of his family, especially the one of his youngest brother, Ronald Weasley, which was directed at him with a certain form of intensity and hunger.
"Let the purest and worthiest of metals be the essence.
Let the wood which transcends Death be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the wind against which the tyrant 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 each filling.
Come forth, the Most Charitable of Kings, The One Who Provides for Those That Do Not Possess!"
The ritual circle glowed an eerie green and a strong wind picked up in the garden which the summoning ritual was taking place in. From the circle sprouted a great yew tree, its leaves and branches the colour of Death. Atop the top branch stood a man with a hood.
"I am Servant Archer of Blue. I ask of you, young man, if your heart is as merry as mine."
Fred Weasley looked upon his new Servant in awe, perhaps there was hope after all for his family if the cheers of his fellow brothers and sisters as well as the silent tears of joy from his mother were any indication. Soon after finalizing the contract, Fred found himself enveloped in a multitude of hugs, the tightest of which came from his other half, who whispered in his year, asking of him to do everyone proud. Once each family member had bestowed upon him an embrace, Fred stood straight, smiling brightly. It was truly, a very merry day indeed.
~The Greatest Grail War~
Diggory Manor,
"Haha, that's my son. Of course, you would be picked by the Grail, it obviously understands what kind of person is truly deserving of it. Now just go in and do your best, I have faith in you to win it all." The bombastic voice of the elder Diggory rang throughout the hall, causing the young man with stormy grey eyes and well-defined features who stood next to him to blush and lower his head.
"Yea, Cedric, no need to be nervous. You are a great wizard after all. The greatest one to me…" A peck on the lips from the Asian beauty that was his girlfriend deepened the blush to the point where his face was entirely maroon. Shaking his head swiftly and clearing his throat, the young man once again stood up straight and headed over to the magic circle that had been drawn up by him the day before. This time, a silvery sheath sat atop the stone platform which held the catalysts. Placing a vial of water from the specific lake which his father instructed him to collect water from, a branch from the Ash tree which had grown for many years in the yard of the Manor as well as a vial of his own blood mixed with his love's, the young man began his chants.
"Let the waters of the divine be the essence.
Let the light which shines from the depths be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the light against which the darkness 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 each filling.
Come forth, the Greatest of Warriors, the Alpha of the Chivalrous!"
This time, teal light overflowed from the magic circle, enveloping the room in all of its glory and magic. The light rays then refracted and bent, as if hitting water and created a grand illusion, worthy of the work of a Charms master. As the waters receded, a towering man dressed in an armor which glowed pure white, along with a brilliant sword which gave off a silky cerulean sparkle was left in its wake.
"I am Servant Saber of Blue. I warn you of this Master, I am no Chivalrous knight, I am the one who led to my Kingdom's fall. Hearing that, will you still accept me as your blade?"
"Of course, Servant Saber. I warn you of this, I am no Chivalrous knight, for my deeds are nowhere as great as yours, my demeanor nowhere as chivalrous as yours, my faith nowhere as firm as yours. Hearing that, will you still accept me as your sheath?"
Both men gazed at each other for an instant before bursting into laughter. Each of them extended their hands
"Certainly, it would be an honor to fight alongside you in the Grail War." Hearing that, Cedric was given another reward, this time a much more sensual one, from his love, causing him to blush deeply once again.
"And who might this exotic young lady be?" The Knight asked as Cho turned to him. He grasped her knuckle and kissed it gently, causing her to blush.
"My name is Cho, Cho Chang, I believe I am currently courting your Master." The Knight winced slightly, fortunately for him, it was unnoticed by everyone else in the room. Luckily, the joyous atmosphere in the room was regained as the loud voice of Amos Diggory joined the fray. The manor was alight with laughter and banter afterwards.
~The Greatest Grail War~
No.3, Granger Street
A bushy haired girl poured over the books once again. What if she messed up? What if the catalyst just did not work? What if she had already made a mistake in drawing the ritual circle? It might backfire on her, and cause her a great disadvantage in the Grail War. She sighed as she read the same section of the book for the third time in a row, double checking that she had completed every single instruction properly. She was still absorbed in the book and was triple checking the procedure when a knock on her door was heard.
"Hello sweetie, your Headmaster and the Head of Law Enforcement is at the door. They said that the time you have requested for the summoning ritual to take place will start shortly."
"Oh! Thanks for informing me mum!" The young lady quickly took her book and bounced out of the room, skipping all the way down the stairs and out of the house into the garden where the summoning will take place. There stood the wise old wizard and a stern lady, who both looked upon her with warmth. After all, it would not do to make her any more nervous than she already was right before the ritual, which required a steady hand and steely determination.
"Good morning Headmaster, Madame Bones."
"Good morning to you too Hermione Granger. Just as a confirmation, you have requested for 15 minutes of the usage of magic in the presence of the Headmaster and I at precisely 10:15 am today, am I correct?"
"Yes, Madame Bones. I will be preparing the ritual now."
"Alright, the time now is 10:15, you have 15 minutes. Should you require an extension, I would be able to grant you one, but appropriate paperwork must be filed afterwards in order to satisfy the Department of Magical Use. Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear, Madame Bones."
"Well then, the best of fortune to your ritual."
With that, the hazel-eyed girl turned towards the magic circle, her eyes coming to a rest atop the catalyst which sat atop the stone platform. It was an ancient tome describing the magical properties of Celtic runes. She had much to be grateful to Daniel Potter for. When she had received the command seals a month ago, she had neither knowledge of the Grail War and the Holy Grail, as well as the proper procedures involved in summoning, nor did she possess a catalyst that will aid her in the latter process. It was then when Daniel stepped in, not only did he grant her a book from the library of the Potters regarding the Grail War, he had given her a catalyst handpicked by himself from the Potter Vaults. If his speculations were correct, she was about to be blessed with a servant of great power. Arranging her catalysts, a vial of her blood, the feather from a beautiful snowy owl familiar and another thick tome, she walked into position.
Hermione smiled, that boy was really nice to her. Over the years, as they went through thick and thin together, she had begun to develop a form of attraction for him. As much as she would like to deny it, she was undoubtedly experiencing a new emotion she had not felt before. With the smile still plastered on her face as she thought of his determined emerald gaze and messy mop of hair, she walked forth to the magic circle. She would be there for him, like always and support him through this adventure as well. With newfound determination, she raised her hand and begun chanting.
"Let the wisdom of the Earth be the essence.
Let the Mystery of the Grand Magus be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the storm that will close the barrier.
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 each filling.
Come forth, the Highest Sorcerer, the Greatest Magus, the One Most Deserving of God's gift!"
Lighting crackled and the sky turned overcast as the clouds above swirled ominously. The readings on any magical meter monitoring the area registered incredible readings as the ritual brought forth the servant so desired by the Master. As the ritual's effect dissipated, the people in the newly summoned servant's vicinity were stunned. In the place of what everyone expected to be Dumbledore's clone, there stood a young man with flowing white hair, red eyes that glinted like rubies, as well as a devilishly charming aura that made Hermione weak at the knees, and filled her with indecent thoughts that would make any parents want to kill the one inducing it.
"I am Servant Caster of Blue. Say, nothing against you, young lady, but you're a bit too young for my taste, I prefer fruits that are fully ripe, fit for picking."
Hermione blushed indignantly, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to clear the effect that he seemingly had on her. That was when she noticed Amelia Bones and her mother staring at him in the same way she had moments ago. Swiveling her gaze back on him, she took him his features. He was an incubus! And a perverted one at that! Crossing her arms, she said back.
"Oh, great Caster of Blue, how could you have possibly been the Great Sorcerer, surely you are a fake?"
That seemed to tick him off.
"Well, how about this young lady, I will show you my full capabilities in this Grail War, let's see if you believe that I am indeed the authentic thing by the end of it. In return, I will never accept your apologies even if you kneel down and beg me for it."
Hermione smirked, "Deal."
Hilton Residence,
"Has the package arrived? I need it today, tomorrow we will have to return to Hogwarts to meet as a team. I will not have my failure impede Hogwarts's ability to win the tournament." A girl with auburn hair tied in a neat ponytail questioned the two women dressed as maids in front of her.
"Yes mistress, the flower you have asked for was taken from the exact location you specified and sent over via portkey from Athens while you were asleep."
"Good, it is time for the ritual."
Despite her mistress's calm and collected demeanor, she knew that her mistress was anything but. The slight clenching of her teeth, the twitching eyebrow, the trembling fists that were constantly shifting about all gave her a true idea of how her mistress felt. How could she not feel this way? Since young, her mistress had been isolated, with her parents favoring her elder brother over her, giving him all the attention whilst neglecting to raise her properly. As a result, her mistress was withdrawn socially and emotionally frail. This was the first time she had the opportunity to turn it all around, to win the Grail War and gain what she had wanted all these years.
Nicole sighed, as she tried to calm herself. This was it, her chance to prove that she was just as good, if not better than her brother, not just to her parents, not just to everyone else, but to herself as well. When the command seals had appeared on her a month ago, she felt the adrenaline run through her body at the revelation that it was her, not her brother that was chosen by the great wish-granting magical artifact. The joy that she felt when she had been chosen was incredible. Although it was tempered slightly by her brother's indignant response and her parent's subdued reaction, she still felt great. Fate has given her a way to prove herself, and she was NOT letting this chance go.
As a Ravenclaw, it was natural that she had read many books. She had come across a book which detailed many past Holy Grail Wars. In it, she drew a conclusion, often, regardless of fame, older heroic spirits would have greater powers. Hence, she asked one of the servants in the household to help her obtain what she believed will give her a huge chance of winning the Grail War. The artifact itself was ancient, yet youthful. It was a flower, filled with history and the blood of a hero.
The catalysts she would be using for the ritual were her blood as usual, the tail hair of a Centaur Elder as well as the tail hair of a Pegasus.
"Let the blood-stained flower be the essence.
Let the teachings of the Grand Tutor be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the Earth against which all aggression shall shatter.
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 each filling.
Come forth, the Finest Aegis, the Greatest Bulwark of the Archeans!"
Did it work? That was the first question that came to mind as the dust settled and the ritual ended. In place of the magic circle was a towering warrior, a perfect form of manliness, with a massive shield and an equally impressive spear. He was donning golden plated armor and a helmet with a blood red crest.
It worked!
His deep voice reverberated in the hall of the residence. "I am Servant Lancer of Blue, I will be your aegis, master."
~The Greatest Grail War~
Unknown
She had finally escaped and made it. The ritual circle was complete. Now, they will regret their actions, all of them. She was definitely not insane, like they claimed her to be. It was a travesty, locking her, the Heiress of a Noble House up in a mental institute? How dare they! Well, no matter. She will summon her servant now. Once she does it, they will all be insignificant bugs, waiting to be quashed by her.
Due to her family's affinity for blood magic, all 3 of her catalysts used are vials of blood, specifically belonging to her, her mother and her grandmother. For the main catalyst, she was using the only possession that she had that was worth something as most of her items were confiscated after she was tossed into that hellhole, a pair of obsidian knives, a heirloom and present from her grandfather. The preparations were complete, albeit done in slight haste. Now, for the ritual.
"Let the blood of the sullied be the essence.
Let the unbreakable blades of onyx be the foundation.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the shadow against which all life shall falter.
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 each filling.
Come forth, the deadliest of poisons, the scourge of the night!"
Black shadows burst forth and engulfed the alley, shrouding everything in a furious tempest that consumed all. Even as the raging storm died out, a black mist that filled the bravest of men with a sense of foreboding doom remained. In the middle of the mist stood someone unexpected. She frowned, what did she did wrong. Then she saw her eyes. They were a pair of lime green orbs that reflected exactly the look that was directed at her. They both grinned, for on this day, they had found a soulmate.
~The Greatest Grail War~
Malfoy Manor
The middle-aged man sighed as he looked upon his son. A spot in the Grail War for the Malfoys was guaranteed, granted through his silvery tongue and heaps of gold in his vault. It was easy to appeal to the greed of men. However, much to his dismay, it was much harder to appeal to gods. The Grail had granted the Malfoys a position in the Holy Grail War, but instead of giving the position to his son, Draco, the grail decided that it would have the last laugh and gave the command seals to him. However, there was certainly a way around this. Through some old magic and the help of a Grimoire, Lucius had managed to transfer the identity of Master to Draco, although he still held the command seals. This was probably for the better though, Draco was too impulsive to be in charge of these precious bits of ammunition that could potentially turn the tide of the war.
Today was the day for the summoning. To his dismay, it seemed that he was not the only family to have eyes and ears that permeated the entire Ministry of Magic. By the time he had begun searching for a catalyst, many of the most obvious and important ones within Britain had already been procured by other families. Even though they did not possess command seals, they were unwilling to give it up. After all, giving a good catalyst to Lucius was essentially equivalent to handing over more powerful to the Malfoy family. No one liked doing that, not even Malfoy's allies during the First War, those that escaped Azkaban that is. Hence, he had to settle for a second-rate catalyst. All things considered though, it was still a good one, full of potential if everything worked out. At first glance, it is just a slab of stone, but if one takes a closer look, he would understand Lucius's thought process.
"Draco, come, it is time."
"Yes Father. With this, we will show all of the unworthy the true power of blood and heritage."
Swallowing his disapproval, Lucius handed the catalysts to Draco. In this case, they were using the blood of Draco mixed with his, a miniature ball of light filled with magical energy as well as the heartstring of a dragon. Lucius hoped that these catalysts would make it more comfortable for Draco to control the servant. After all, the servant which he aimed to summon was of one of the most difficult ones to control, a berserker. He would provide the servant with the immense amount of mana it requires to continuously power its Mad Enhancement. But the direct commands still fell to Draco, and in his opinion, the Berserker class suited Draco the most in terms of combat style, sadly. His son walking into position jerked him out of his thoughts.
"Let the golden rays of warmth be the essence.
But let it be tinted with darkness.
Let the stone that once accommodated the Greatest of warriors be the foundation.
But let it be corrupted with betrayal.
Let Blue be the colour I pay tribute to.
Let rise the flaming star against which my enemies shall crumble.
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 each filling.
Come forth, Altered Warrior of the Light, The Harbinger of the end!"
The magic circle came to life with a roar. Electricity arced out in every direction, before a golden mist, corrupted with black filled the room. It condensed and condensed, eventually forming a recognizable figure in the middle of the room. The sword he held still gave hints of the great warrior he once was. But now, traces of corruption could be found on it. The warrior's eyes glowed a terrifying icy blue that held back torrents of rage, despair and regret. Yet, he brought himself to speak.
"Servant Berserker of Blue. Are you my master?"
"Strange, how can you speak to me. I was told that Berserker servants were generally completely incapable of sound conversation."
"My master, it is because my Mad Enhancement Rank is a lowly E. You may consider me as a second Saber instead if it confuses you to think of me as a Berserker."
Lucius's lip tightened, this was something he had not expected. It would certainly have many consequences on his effort in the Grail War. However, judging by the gear of the Heroic Spirit that stood before him, he had a good idea on who his servant was. Maybe it was not so bad after all…
"Very well. Rise, Servant Berserker, you will fight well in the war and we will both be rewarded."
"Yes master."
~The Greatest Grail War~
An old wizard smiled, all 7 servants of the Blue Faction had been summoned. This marks the beginning of the Grail War. Victory is at hand…
And done! Anyways, before I end off, here are some general clarifications:
Canon Harry Potter has been turned into a girl, who goes by the name Iris Potter. Daniel Potter is the Boy Who Lived and her twin brother. Iris is quite special, after all, who can get such a reaction from Gilgamesh? (Let's face it we all know it is Gilgamesh.)
Nicole Hilton and the Other Girl who summoned Assassin are OCs. Nicole is a 7th year Hufflepuff whereas the Other Girl is a 7th Year Slytherin.
This story takes place in Canon 4th Year (Goblet of Fire). The reason why the title is the "Greatest Grail War" is because this Grail war is on a scale that is never seen before, matched not even by Fate/Apocrypha.
The Gaia mentioned in the chapter refers to the Will of the Earth, the planet's intrinsic wish to survive and prosper. The Gods themselves are part of Gaia. Alaya refers to the collective unconsciousness of mankind, and its intrinsic wish to survive and prosper. Alaya was once part of Gaia, but in recent times, it has diverged and in many cases, conflicts may arise between Gaia and Alaya due to differing interests.
This is a crossover fanfiction and hence huge elements within both the Nasuverse and Harry Potter Universe will be changed. Some of these changes will be original and come from me. Read on to find out. You can PM me if you are really confused about a certain concept. I will try my best to explain it in the next chapter or via PM.
I will not be explicitly revealing who the servants are this chapter. However, starting from next chapter, I will be revealing a pair of servants every chapter, including their detailed stats and Noble Phantasms. You can PM me the pair of servants you wish to be revealed. The servants which get the most requests will be revealed.