Title: Warriors Of The Summoning

Author: AeriasAWriter

Rating: M

Pairings: HP/HG/RW, F&GW/DM, 1x2, 3x4, 6x5, Virgil/Richie/Francis, G(K)xV, Zell/Irvine, Squall/Seifer, etc.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, slash, AU, Massive Xover (including Harry Potter, Dragonball Z, Gundam Wing, X-men, Static Shock, Final Fantasy VIII, The Fire's Stone, Danny Phantom, Yu Yu Hakashu, Lord of The Rings, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Trigun, Inuyasha)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved within this story.

Summary: Seeking a way to help Harry defeat Voldemort and his deatheaters, Harry and his friends begin a search which reveals a scroll of summoning. A way to call fighters of other worlds.

Chapter I

Harry frowned as he pulled another dusty tome to him from the large stack beside him. He sighed and glanced at the others scattered throughout the book-filled room. The first of which his gaze came to rest on was Hermione. Now one of his two lovers, she was busy taking notes just a couple of shelves over and his eyes softened as he watched her for a couple of minutes. The girl's brow was furrowed in concentration as she jutted down some notes from the huge tome that laid spread out before her. She and Ron were set on helping him defeat Voldemort, he remembered how she had cried, long and hard, when he had told them the prophecy. It had torn her apart. And Ron. . .

He glanced over at their other lover, the red head for once duly pouring through a stack of books with not a single word about it being the middle of summer. Ron was the one that had held them at night when the dreams got too bad to sleep. He was their main well of strength, though many did not realize it. And Harry loved him dearly for that. It was hard enough to keep up his mask of the Savior in public, without him needing to be the strong one in his relationship. The Golden Trio knew that no matter what they had each other.

A soft cough caught Harry's attention and he glanced over at where Fred was pulling down another couple of books that looked promising. The red-headed twin was waving the dust away from his face as best as he could without dropping the books in his arms. He turned to add them to his twin's nearly gone stack before gathering some more for his own. The twins spoke quietly with one another for a moment while Harry's gaze moved on to the last figure a table away.

Draco Malfoy had, unexpectedly, proved to be one of the biggest surprises in the past couple of years when he had openly defied his father and joined the Light, along with all of the other Slytherins in his year. He even went so far as to publicly apologizing to the Golden Trio for being an arse over the years and, later in private, he admitted that he'd had a crush on the Weasley twins since his third year. Then two months later shocked everyone again by asking the twins for a date, which they accepted. Those three becoming a ménage à trios only three months later, two months after Harry, Ron, and Hermione had finally done the same.

Since then Draco had become close friends with the Golden Trio. And someone that Harry frequently talked to when he needed just a friend.

Harry thought for a moment and realized that his own trio had been together for almost six months. He smiled softly as he looked back down at his book again. He have to think of something good to give his lovers on their upcoming anniversary.

"I think I may have found something, Scarhead," Draco yelled across the Hogwarts library, startling Harry from his thoughts. All five of the other teenagers started before moving as one towards the grinning blond. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sitting down across the table from Draco while the Weasley twins flanked him.

"What'd you find, love?" Fred asked as he wrapped an arm around his lover's waist. The blond blushed prettily, but he quickly settled back against the older boy's chest. He pointed to the book on the large library table, looking down at it scan the page again.

"I found a Summoning Ritual that, while it may not directly lead to V-Voldemort's destruction, should give us more of a fighting chance. It will allow us to summon warriors that should be able to help us. The book doesn't say much other than the fighters summoned are the best suited to help our cause and that usually all of the forces brought forth are from other dimensions. Also something of note is that sometimes they pick up powers from our world while they are here. Like one once became a powerful seer before returning to his world and few others gained wizarding magic." Draco's brow furrowed slightly, "It- I didn't see this before when I read it, but the summoning requires a half pint of blood from each of the summoners. . . It's considered a dark ritual. . ."

Harry frowned, but shook his head, "That really doesn't matter any more. If it can help us against that monster than we should do it. I'm tired of all this bloody shit."

"Language Harry," Hermione tutted. "But I agree. Voldemort and his Death Eaters have already wiped out almost a twentieth of Europe's entire wizarding population. Also just last week when I was taking reports from our spies I talked to Professor Snape for a bit. He said that Voldemort seems to be planning something big and keeping it from everyone. Reportedly the only one that he seems to be talking to lately is Bellatrix."

"So the sooner we do this the better," Ron said quietly. Harry and Hermione wrapped their arms around the red head, who'd been much more intense, more serious since his parents' and Ginny's deaths. The twins shared a sad look and sighed. While they too were sad over their families deaths, Ron was worse. He was the only one that had been home at the time, had to watch them die. He'd been the only one to escape the Burrow alive that day and even then just barely.

"Tonight then," Draco's quiet voice broke the uneasy sorrow filled silence. "It should take Fred and George a couple of hours at most to gather everything we need, while Hermione and I set down the basic Summoners Circle, then Ron and Harry can fetch a quartz ritual blade and a large crystal vase for our blood. I know of a old unused classroom in the dungeons that should meet the requirements for the spell. It's right across from Snape's classroom and office."

"Let's do it," George said softly, speaking for the first time that night while taking the parchment that held the list of what was needed. The others nodded as they stood. Draco took the tome with him as he was pulled away by a determined Hermione towards where they planned on performing the ritual. Harry, Ron, and the twins headed towards the Great Hall then beyond it, out the front doors.

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Several hours later found all of the teens back in the rather large classroom. Now dressed in pristine white robes and with a large chalk Summoners Circle almost completely encompassing the entire room, they began to prepare for the complex ritual. Hermione took a pint of blood from each one, using the ritual blade and the vase. The twins and Draco then made the difficult potion from their blood and the potion ingredients they had collected. It was held in the crystal vase and Harry and Ron traced the chalk Circle with the blood potion. When that was finished the six teenagers moved into their places.

"Just one last thing," Hermione said catching the others' attention, "Don't move out of your spots until I tell you that it's okay. You might get hurt or you could injure someone that we summon."

Making sure they all understood Hermione began the line of chanting, Harry was the first to start to copy her words, then Ron, Fred, George, and last Draco. The Summoners Circle started to faintly glow a pale red, pulsing with the rise and fall of the chanting words. As they neared to end of the ritual the circle began to glow brighter and brighter as they raised their arms skyward and started chanting louder. The light pulsed faster, until it became a continuous stream and exploded with the end of their chanting. The six teens threw their arms in front of their eyes and gasped. An aura of immense power filled the room, washing over them and the light faded.

"Everyone okay?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Alright-"

"-here." The twins answered.

"I'm okay," Hermione's voice drifted to him, followed by Ron's gruff, "Yes."

"I believe that I'm in one piece." Draco said, "Hermione do you think it is fine to move about now?"

"If you can see already, sure. Wouldn't want to step on someone we want allied with us after all."

Draco chuckled, "Well then, I think I'll wait a moment until the spots disappear."

Then, not even two seconds later, Harry's gasp sounded through the almost silent room. He swallowed and turned towards Draco, "Uh, Draco, how many did that book say would be summoned by that ritual?"

Draco rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, gaping in disbelief, "It didn't, except to say that there'd be as many as could or should be brought. . . Oh, Merlin, where are we going to do with them all?"

The bodies of almost forty beings lay scattered within the Summoners Circle. Hermione crouched down nest to a slim man dressed in a business suit with large white wings and blond hair, "First thing we do is house them wherever there's room. Which shouldn't be to hard as this is a magical castle." His face proved to be very pleasing as the teenage witch tilted his head towards the group. "Oh, dear, he looks like one of those angels that my grandmother always talked about when she tried to get me to go to the muggle church with her."

"There's thirty-six of them," Fred said as he finished counting, "And almost half of them look our age or younger."

"Maybe it was a mistake?" Harry asked looking over at Draco. Who then shook his head before he nudged over a boy with messy brown hair onto his back, his green tank slipping up to show well developed muscles covered in faint white scars. Ron walked between the unconscious forms stopping to study one then another, quietly accessing them.

"No, these kids are fighters. They have just as much right to be here as we do. And Harry don't forget that you've been fighting Voldemort almost as long as you've been alive. It'd be hypocritical of you to say anything about them being warriors," Draco said.

"Hey! Do you think any of them have magic or powers?" George asked, using his wand to flip over those who were lying face down. He flipped another, "Hey Hermione looks like you won't be the only female here anymore. Here's a girl over here and I'd say she's about your age. Kinda pretty if you like that sort of thing, has a crown on through."

Hermione sighed, "Lovely. We've kidnapped royalty. Good thing her people can't get here or they'd probably kill us."

"Look on the bright side, Herm, she's probably a magic user too. It's not like she's overly buff or carrying any noticeable weapons," Harry pointed out as he stood over her limp form. The brunette witch nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, that's true I guess. Are there anymore girls?" She looked over those that lay unconscious on the floor and pulled out her wand, starting to cast various diagnostic spells.

"There are some guys that look like girls, but I don't think there are anymore females," Ron said quietly as he walked back towards Hermione. "I don't think they're all from the same world either. And you know all those muggle fairytales you were telling me about?"

"Yes, I do," Hermione looked up at Ron surprised. "Why?"

"There's a guy at that end that looks like how they described an elf. He's even carrying a bow and quiver of arrows."

"What!" Hermione craned her neck as Harry also turned in the direction Ron was pointing. The girl's jaw dropped as she laid eyes on the undoubtedly most gorgeous being she'd ever seen before. The elf had a ethereal supernatural glow to his skin and long golden locks that if he were standing would probably reach well down his back.

"Well, he is quite the looker isn't he?" Harry muttered, eyeing the form appreciatively. Then he sighed, turning back to the others, "Well, I think we should start waking them up and take names or whatever else they'll give us."

Draco nodded, "If we're going to ask them for help, we'll need to know what they can do. But where do we start?"

"Why don't you just wake the girl? She's the only one that we're pretty sure is a magic user," Fred said as he pulled Draco into his arms. Hermione made a slight noise of agreement before casting an envenerate on the slim girl.

TBC. . .

AN: As someone may have noticed, I haven't posted anything in a while and I promise that there is a good reason for this. I didn't have reliable internet access. Since the last time I posted. I've moved, twice actually, I've gotten a job, my family's truck was wrecked, my mother's purse was stolen, we went with out electricity for a few weeks, and was stabbed in the back by a couple of my sister's ex-friends. So you can tell that life's been busy. But hopefully I'll be able to post again on a more regular basis. And as always, feedback is welcomed. I'm always hoping to improve after all.