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Fate: Potter Night

Chapter1: Summoning of a Hero

Harry James Potter, the Boy-who-lived and heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, the boy who had defeated the Dark Lord on more than one occasion sat in the unremarkably small bedroom of his own personal hell. His relatives—the Dursleys—considered themselves the perfect example of what was considered normal even though they were anything but the most hateful and disgusting excuses of human beings he had ever known, rivalled only by Voldemort himself. Truthfully he wanted to be normal but he now knew that he never would be...

In his first year of magic school he had fought a Death Eater—a dark wizard—and his wraith-like master over the Philosopher's Stone. In his second year he killed Salazar Slytherin's pet Basilisk with nothing but a sword and defeated a sixteen year old Voldemort. In his third year the man who betrayed his parents and framed his godfather escaped, not to mention he'd been forced to fight off a hundred Dementors that the Ministry of Magic placed at Hogwarts to 'protect' the students with a single Patronus Charm.

And then there was last year...

His name had somehow been entered into the Triwizard Tournament as a fourth champion, effectively turning the whole school against him including his best friends. It wasn't until he'd been forced to out-fly a dragon of all things before things went back to normal between them; and then there was the little thing with the tournament officials kidnapping his best friends and leaving them at the bottom of the Black Lake for the champions to rescue them. And don't even get him started on the Third and Final Task of the Tournament...

It had turned out that the DADA teacher for that year was actually a Death Eater impersonating Alastor Moody. It had turned out that Barty Crouch Junior had set him up from the start; he'd entered his name into the tournament, helped him get through the tasks when no one else would and had then turned the Triwizard cup into a portkey that would take him directly to Voldemort. Cedric Diggory paid the price for that last one...with Voldemort's resurrection, his schoolmate's murder and judging by the newspaper, the Ministry not believing him, he'd finally reached his breaking point. Even his 'friends' hadn't told him anything about what was really going on; he was just imprisoned here in this Merlin-forsaken house with the muggle version of Death Eaters that others called his relatives.

Enough was enough...

Harry didn't even register what he was doing as he stood up and started packing his things into his trunk. It would only be a matter of time before something bad happened like Voldemort taking control of the Ministry so it would be better if the Dark bastard didn't know where to find him. Hogwarts was a pretty big and well known target in the Wizarding World. Even with Dumbledore there, Voldemort had managed to sneak in before and chances were that he'd do it again. Voldemort would be coming after him now; he was a living representation of just how mortal the Dark Tosser really was. It was best to stay out of sight until he was ready to face the snake-faced bastard once and for all. He still had the trace on his wand so he couldn't use it without being located and/or expelled from Hogwarts. He would need to either remove it or find some other way to use magic. Where would he go? He'd worry about that later, but for now he'd better leave before someone or something tried to stop him.

As he grabbed his now full trunk, he left his bedroom and headed down the darkened stairs. It was the middle of the night so the Dursleys were asleep in their beds and for once it seemed like he'd finally caught a break. The keys were on the living room table so he quickly grabbed them and used them to open the back door, being careful not to make a sound. He placed the keys on the kitchen table and quickly threw on his father's invisibility cloak as he picked up his trunk. With his trunk in his arms he slowly opened the back door and closed it once he was outside. Voldemort probably had spies everywhere so he would need to stay under his cloak, at least until he reached his destination.

'Where am I going?' Harry thought as he walked around to the front of the house and looked back. 'Diagon Alley should be a good place to start; I need to find a way to remove the trace on my wand if I want to use magic and stop Voldemort from finding me until I'm ready.'

With that thought in mind he started walking away from Number 4 Privet Drive...

Not know that the next day a pair of Dementors would be visiting that particular house...

Nor did he notice the strange red seals now engraved on the back of his left hand…


Garrick Ollivander was a very strange and unique man known for his almost unrivalled skill at wand-crafting. The man was also very observant, capable of seemingly knowing who you were and why you wanted to see him, even in the cases where you didn't come in for a new wand. So it wasn't really a surprise when Ollivander merely sighed as he turned his back to the front door to his shop. He simply stared into space for a moment as if he were contemplating something important before coming to a decision.

"You can come out now Mister Potter," Ollivander said finally and was rewarded with the shuffling of an invisibility cloak.

"How did you know?" Harry asked him.

"Mister Potter, you are many things," Ollivander spoke clearly. "But you were never very good at being subtle."

"Sorry about that," Harry responded. "Are you going to turn me in?"

"And why would I do that? You haven't committed a crime, have you?" Ollivander asked the dark-haired boy.

"Of course not," Harry denied straight away. "I'm not a liar."

"I believe you," Ollivander nodded in satisfaction as if he'd just confirmed something. "I take it you are here for another wand?"

"Yes sir," Harry replied.

"Unfortunately I cannot sell you another," Ollivander explained sadly. "Your wand chose you and cannot be substituted for another."

"...Can you at least get rid of the trace?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Ollivander said clearly. "However I think we both know nothing is ever so simple," he sighed and looked over at the fifteen year old boy-who-lived. "When you fought you-know-who, did your wands...lock...against each other."

"...Yeah," Harry nodded as the memory replayed in his head. "It was strange, like our wands were connected and from then on it was more of a battle of wills than a battle of skill or power."

"It is called Priori Incantatem," Ollivander explained. "It happens when two wands with the same core connect; sadly this means that neither can seriously harm the other."

"Is there any way around it?" Harry asked. "I mean, if I can't use magic against him then do I even really have a chance?"

"…I might have something for you," Ollivander admitted. "One moment," he said as he brought his wand up and a jet of light shot out. The light struck the Phoenix wand in Harry's hand and the end glowed white for a moment before dissipating. "That should remove the trace," he nodded before walking over to the counter.

"What are you doing?" Harry inquired warily.

"I am giving you this," Ollivander answered as he removed a single red and black book from under the counter.

"What is this?" Harry asked as the wand-maker handed it to him.

"A long time ago when I first started crafting wands I met a rather odd man whom taught me about different kinds of wand-cores," Ollivander began. "He gave me this before he left and said to present it to whomever has one of those on their hand," he stared down at Harry's left hand.

"My hand?" Harry blinked before looking down at his hand and his eyes widened at the sight. On the back of his left hand was a red sword-shaped seal separated into three sections. "What is this?"

"I believe it is called a Command Sigil," Ollivander mused.

"…Why me?" Harry asked after a moment of silence. "Why is it always me?"

"You'll have to find the answer to that question yourself," Ollivander concluded. "I can only offer you good luck on your journey, Mister Potter."

Taking that as his cue to leave Harry bowed his head in respect to possibly one of the only people in all of Britain that believed him. "Thank you," he whispered before throwing his invisibility cloak back on and disappearing out of the open door. After leaving Ollivander's, Harry headed for the Leaky Cauldron where he would then be able to reach muggle London only to notice something very disturbing following him. 'It looks like someone spotted me while I was in Ollivander's,' he thought even as he continued walking. 'Can he see through my invisibility cloak?'

The cloak was supposed to be undetectable even by wizarding standards he knew for a fact that Dumbledore and Moody could see through it so why couldn't others. It wasn't long before he exited the Leaky Cauldron and stepped out into the busy center of muggle London. Deciding to deal with his pursuer, he ducked into a deserted alleyway and waited. A few moments later, three men in black robes entered the alley and slowly passed his cloaked form, seemingly not noticing him. Seeing his chance he discarded his cloak and took aim with his wand.

"Stupefy!" he yelled and a pulse of blue magic shot out of its tip, striking one of the robed wizards in the back. The other two turned, surprised but still able to bring their wands to bear on him.

"Crucio," one of them spoke darkly as he flung the painful curse at the green-eyed boy.

Harry flung himself to the side to dodge the attack and returned fire. "Reducto!" he shouted as he hurled a darker blue bolt at the attacking wizard, striking him in the chest and turning him into a pile of dust.

"Crucio!" the final dark wizard exclaimed. This time there was no time to dodge and the torturous spell struck Harry in the chest. He collapsed to the ground as pain wracked his body, though he admitted it was nowhere near the same level as Voldemort's. "Harry Potter...the Dark Lord wishes to see you...I'm sure he'll reward me handsomely for handing you over to him...especially if I bring you in alive."

"F-fuck you," Harry stammered back.

"Stupe-" the now confirmed Death Eater began only to blink in surprise when Harry disappeared with a pop. "Damn it!" he yelled in anger as he stared at the spot where the boy-who-lived had lain.


Harry groaned as pain flooded his senses though this time he welcomed the pain; if he felt pain then that meant he was still alive and hadn't been killed by that Death Eater that had attacked him. His eyes flickered open as raised his head slightly and tried to make sense of what was going on around him. It was early morning judging by the sun starting to rise in the distance and judging from the trees around him he appeared to be in some kind of forest. He pushed himself up onto his knees and heard a thud to his side.

It was the book Ollivander gave him…

Debating on whether or not to read it he finally decided to see what it was about…

The title alone was ominous…

Summoning of Heroic Spirits and the Holy Grail War

'What is this?' Harry thought as he opened the book and started to read…

The Holy Grail—an object capable of granting a single wish to the one who claims it for themselves. Seven Masters and seven Servants do battle in order to decide who is the most worthy of laying their hands on the Grail and having it grant their wish. Only a Servant may touch the Grail but only a Master can use it and so their pact must be complete in all things. Masters and potential Masters are Magi that are selected by the Holy Grail itself and they in turn summon Servants to fight at their side, binding them with the power of the Command Sigils that Master possesses. A Servant is a Heroic Spirit—a legendary soul that ascended to the Throne of Heroes when they died—and can be summoned using a runic array in conjunction with the Master to revive and anchor them to the mortal realm once more.

'Master? Servant?' Harry asked in thought before glancing down at the seal on his hand. 'A Command Sigil…' he mused before staring at the image of the runic array needed to perform the summoning ritual. 'A hero…'

He could certainly do with a hero right now…


It took him nearly half a day to draw the runic array on the forest floor using magic to engrave the necessary runes on the ground with his now untraceable Phoenix Wand. Since he had received no owl from the Ministry concerning his use of underage magic then it was clear that they weren't able to track him and hopefully neither could Voldemort. He'd tried to apparate again with only limited success; it appeared that he had only managed to get here from London thanks to some accidental—and desperate—magic. Anyway he'd finally completed the array and now stood just outside of it with his hands raised, his Command Sigils glowing on his left and his Phoenix Wand in his right.

'Here we go,' Harry gulped as he began.

I hereby Announce

Thou shalt fall under my command

And thy sword shall control my fate

Abiding by the call of the Holy Grail

If yee accedes to this will then come forth

I swear that I am all that is good in the eternal world

I swear that I am the one who will vanquish all the evils in the world

Thee, clad in the great trinity come forth from the circle of constraint

Guardian of the Heavens

An explosion of white…

It's blinding…

Harry covered his eyes with his arms as the sound of wind rushes by filled his ears.

The light fades…

And Harry falls onto his back…

There, standing in the center of the runic array stands a man with tanned skin with his eyes close and his clothes rustling in the wind. His hair is white with streaks of red and he wore black muggle-like clothing plated with blue armour.

'I-it worked,' Harry thought as he stared up at the hero in shock. 'It actually worked!'

"Servant Saber," the man spoke as his eyes opened and he stared down at the Potter boy. "Upon you're summoning I have come forth; I ask you now. Are you my master?"

Author's Notes:

This is my first real shot at creating a proper Harry Potter crossover with Fate/Stay Night not including my one-shot from last year. For the record this is an Action-Horror styled fanfic that I've been working on that tries to make a balance between both series in order to make it work out. I'm warning everyone now, beyond this point there is a lot of stuff that's disturbing even for me including (but not limited too) character deaths, mass slaughter and a lot of blood.

This is probably one of the darkest fics I've ever written though that shouldn't really come as a surprise to some of you considering this is a cross between Harry Potter (something that started off as a children's book and ended up as a one-sided slaughter) and Fate/Stay Night (anyone who thinks anything Type-Moon makes is 'light' had never seen any of it). Some of you may not like what I've done but I will tell you now, all of this was done because I wanted to write it like this.

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