I need to get a couple of ideas out of my head. Love loads of Fate characters so expect loads of unusual ones around. Those like Saber, Archer, Shiro and Gilgamesh are cool, but if one reads about them all the time... it just becomes too boring. There are others that also more than deserve to be mentioned. Most crossovers will be with HP, some might be tripple. Loads of ideas start in HP verse, perhads it seems like a good starting point for my brain... dunno.

Expect true magics a lot too. Mainly the 3rd.

Off you go you pesky plot bunnies!

I do not own Nasuverse or any other movie/book/game/comic book/song/series that might be mentioned here. I just own these couple of words that i wrote.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold, chapter 1

Nefertiti tossed the books onto her bed. She had enough. This was just enough.

She tried to study for her NEWTs quietly, but something just had to happen. And she felt like crying. She just sat in the school library with her backpack next to her when her stupid little brother had to come around... in the end, not only all of her learning materials were destroyed, but she had to pay for all the damages that he caused. Yes, he caused. Being the dumb Boy-Who-Lived gave him a perfect immunity, and she was just a perfect scape goat. Like now like always.

Not caring about the raging windstorm behind the window, she opened it wide and let the cod wind hit her face. The damn Yule ball will be in about two weeks... she honestly couldn't care less about it. Not like there was anyone to go there with.

...

Like she cares. They don't like her, so she won't like them either. But perhaps... Nefertiti grabbed a single book, strange one that she found a while ago. From someone that called himself Grandpa Zel. Dunno who that was but the book was really interesting. And no, she would never show it to anyone.

Any unknown magic is considered dark until proved otherwise... blah, blah, blah. Honestly, that law only exists to keep others in check, not to distinguish between what is right and what is wrong.

The pieces of magic described here... do look great. She had been looking over it, and her eyes stopped on a single ritual. A ritual that could potentially summon a spirit of old, and if used without a catalyst, it would summon someone that is the most compatible with the summoner. And there must be someone that would be compatible with her, right?

She closed the book and made a decision. She would perform the thing, and she would succeed no matter what. She hated being alone, maybe she would find company in some spirit.

For some reason, the ghosts of Hogwards always avoided her. She never knew why.

In an old forgotten shack on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Nafertiti sometimes did some research. The place wasn't really big, but it had it served it's purpose, and some wand waving made the place quite nice looking, not to mention safe from uninvited visitors.

She had been drawing the circle for a long time, using a mixture of things. Blood and ash of some burned herbs mixed with the wood of local trees. The thing was so complex, it was beyond belief. A several layered circle with a six pointed star in it, runes which she had never seen before reading that particular book and not only the rune professor recognized... very, very complex. But she was still up to it. She hasn't got anything to loose.

Not anymore. Lately she had been told that she can't claim Lordship to Potters, even though she is several years older than the arrogant brat that she shares her blood with. She has got barely any money left, and to top it off, she constantly has to pay for things that he destroys. Hero? If that is a hero, than she never wishes to become one. Ever!

But that wasn't even the worst. As she is her mothers child, she has got very good looks. She doesn't even have to do anything to keep her doll like skin or lustrous hair... and that is very, very bad. Many males think that it's their privilege to force themselves on her. Nobody succeeded, but she was starting to hear rumors that someone is going to force her into marriage.

No, just no. Nobody will touch her body, even if she would have to burn herself alive. She never experienced pleasant human contact, at least not since her mum and dad died. And she was still in crib when that happened.

Nefertiti stood above the prepared thing and looked around. All of her research was pushed to sides with a couple of shields around, good. The circle took a nice chunk of space, and now shone with this vivid red color. She hasn't even started chanting yet. She spared one more look into the book, put her hands before her and started to chant:

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black 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.

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.

Repeat five times but when each is filled, destroy it.

Set.

Let it be declared now;
My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.
If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me

An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall be all the good in the world of the living;
I shall defeat all evil in the world of the living.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!

The energies in the room swirled around madly, the circle shone as she chanted, a couple of bolts jumped around but the protection stopped them from doing any real damage. The last bolt pulled itself into a ball and then disappeared with a quiet 'pop'. Nefertiti was blinded for a couple of seconds, a mild pain on her back made her twitch but instead of checking what caused it, she looked before her, hoping to spot something standing there.

It was empty. She would have sworn if she were a different person.

Seeing that nobody is around and ignoring her sadness due to the fail, she took down the restricting robe and looked in mirror... and she flinched. Her back and spotted an impossible to miss, crimson red tattoo with six seraphic wings and a blade in middle. It almost looked as if the blade there grew those wings. She touched it but flinched. Whatever the ritual just did, it made her back ache, a lot.

She put the fabric back on and left for the castle. She hoped that it wont become inflamed or something. Last thing she wanted would be having that nurse poking her nose into her things, and telling Dumbledore. She knew too well that that woman worked for the man only.

It was the day of the Yule ball and Nefertiti holed herself inside her room. Her back hurt. If fact, it hurt so much that she thought that she was going to die any second. The mark there burned and scorched, what was even worse, all of her nerves, plus some she did not know about hurt as well. And it all spreaded from the six winged mark.

When she managed to focus enough on her hand, she saw a number zig-zagging light gold lines that grew in number. With each new one, the pain got worse.

All of sudden, there was this loud noise and Nefertiti found herself being pulled somewhere. All around her was laughter and the smell of alcohol dominated in the air. When she came back to herself again, she saw a number of people there: Ronald Weasely, Corner, and a couple more Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Even some Rawenclaw... Cho Chang. Second only to Nevertiti when it came to beautiful girls of Hogwards. A very jealous Asian girl too.

Nefertiti felt herself being tossed outside, right into the snow. She managed to get up on her feet, but a hit to her stomach made her go stumble and almost fall over.

"Stay down, my bitch!"

And they all laughed. She really had no need for this. Not now. The group taunted her and pushed her around. Girls stood in back, laughing that their biggest rival in beauty is in such a state. Boys... were boys. And boys liked showing off their strength, just as well as their superiority. But what made Nefertiti's brain stop for a moment was one of the things said: "Dumbledore and mum set a contract between us... not a marriage one thankfully, just a mistress. She will be fun in bed but i wouldn't want my children with her filthy blood! The best thing about it is that she can't get out! Ha! He even got all the money away from this whore... should have been the head. Could anyone imagine her being the head of Potter? Harold deserves that spot much more!"

And he burst into laughter.

Nefertiti felt her eyes become wet, but she still got up onto her feet. The pain was nearly unbearable now. She was almost sure that he back was bleeding. Heck, because of all the pain, she could barely feel the cold!

"Well, technically, she can get out... if she marries, but can you imagine someone wanting her as a wife? Not even those talking monkeys would want he..."

The last couple of letter were lost in a roar. But not just roar, but a roar. The surroundings shook with the power of it, even some snow fell from the trees.

"What a disgusting sight..."

The world around Nefertiti shook once again, as a bright beam of golden energy smashed right next to her. Ronald Weasely did not even have the time to scream before his death. The attack, wherever it came from was strong. Even Nefertiti who felt like she was on fire already, felt the heat, the sheer power of it made her finally fall to ground.

"Begone mortals." The voice was so dispassionate, Nefertiti did not have the time to look for the source as something ran around her. She only saw a flash of bright yellow and white before more screams filled the area. Unfortunately, she did not have the means to run or to even look around. She just collapsed into the white cold snow.

The yells stopped, but the pain was still present. Someone grabbed her hand and then her head, turning it around. Just above her was someone, she saw those gold eyes... he said something but the meaning escaped her.

The man standing above the young woman did not seem bothered even slightest by him torched and bloody surroundings. Without a doubt, his doing after all. The beasts bowed to him shortly before just vanishing like fog. As if they never existed. His eyes were frowning as he looked over her, but other than that nothing. No remorse.

He picked her up and, as if he owned the place, just marched through the front door. Nobody stopped him, instead people who have gathered in the meanwhile, jumped away.

"Show me the closest bed." That was not a question. The seventh year flinched under the gold eyes but did not dare to disobey.

Several minutes later, he placed her down and shut the door behind him. He leaned above the barely conscious girl, before flipping her on her belly. The mark on her back was all he needed to see and he put himself to work. He had to be fast if he wanted some answers from her.

The first thing that Nefertiti registered when she woke up was yelling.

"You killed my son!"

"Is this place some market, where you can scream your problems at anyone passing, woman?"

"My son is dead!"

"And you have several more, so quieten!"

Nefertiti recognized that voice. Mrs Weasely, the woman hated her with passion, she newer knew why. She never hesitated to insult or taunt her when she could. The harpy became silent, just as the owner of that voice ordered. It was hard not to become silent. A short snort could be heard. The things came back to life again when more people began their shouting. And then there was the roar again. People yelled and Nefertiti opened her eyes.

She was alone in her... not her but this room. Where ever it was. This did not look like any of the dorms.

People outside wanted to arrest someone, but the attempts failed. Mrs Weasely yelled again about her son's death. Ron Weasely died?

Yes.. yes he did.

The door opened to reveal a tanned person with piercing gold eyes. And the man who did that just entered the room. His attire couldn't have been more out of place. The only thing that hid the tactful of gold on him was the white thin cloth, with even some more gold on it. When it moved, she could see bare chest, on his feet were these strange baggy black pants and sandals.

"How long do you plan to stare at me like that?"

Nefertiti flinched and looked into his face. It was very handsome, but the expression was cold, much like the snow outside. Chocolate colored hair fell into his eyes.

Over all, he looked as if he came straight from Egypt.

"Tche, why have you summoned me into this cold and filthy place filled with brutes woman?"

Summoned?

Oh... oh. Realization hit her like a truck. That is her spirit. Oh snap.

"Have you lost your tongue? My patience is running very short with you! You should be honored to have been carried here by me, yet you remain silent! I calmed your circuits and drained all of the mana that burned your nerves inside your flesh, that is more than i have done for most, so speak!"

This is just bad. She did not expect to summon someone like this. She did not use any catalyst... how can this person be compatible with her?

This is just too much. Enough.

"When i performed the ritual, i purposely did not use a catalyst, in hopes to summon a companion. I am deeply sorry if i insulted you, but i wasn't expecting someone like you."

The man snorted, looked her up and down, then his eyes stopped on her face. And he frowned. "You have a sharp tongue. Do you have any idea who you are speaking to?"

"A pharaoh, but also a dead man."

Even the muffled voices from outside seemed to become silent at that bold declaration. To her surprise, he started to chuckle, then that chuckle turned into laugh. A loud one. "There aren't many that dared to say such a thing to my face. You amuse me, as a Pharaoh, i shall forgive you for your insolence."

Without even properly introducing himself, he grabbed her, put her over his shoulder and just decided to leave the castle.

Not that Nefertiti had any future left there. Thank to both Dumbledore and the spirit which she summoned. Just great. Her life is falling apart even more than she could have ever known. And how had they left? With a golden flying boat of course! One of those one would expect in Egypt, not here. The wizards tried to chase them, but then he roasted anyone that as much as tried to get close.

Did she mention that those beasts of his could fly too?

And all that he said was: "How rude."

Most people would say that it was more than rude. Nefertiti just sat behind him as the boat sailed through the air. "Where are you taking me?"

"Certainly, a better place than that castle."

"I do not have a place to stay now, and i doubt that you have one."

"Your tongue is like a sword, watch how you swing it."

The pharaoh finally turned around. It was night already, yet there was plenty of light coming directly from the vessel. It shone almost pleasantly with light, not a blinding one. The spirit looked her up and down once again. "What a troublesome master i have been summoned by. I the King of Kings."

King of Kings? Wait... isn't that?

"Call me Ozymandias woman, i reject to call someone like you my master."

Jerk.

"You are Ramesses."

"Your brain isn't as dead as i thought it would be, good."

Definetely a jerk.

"Would you not introduce yourself? Or do I perhaps have to drop you before you will be willing to share?"

... She just wants to punch him now.

She rose up to her feet. She did not look nearly as impressive in what she wore. It was pretty horrible in fact. But her face spoke of defiance and her green eyes bore right into the gold ones. Before she thought that she has got nothing to loose, but perhaps now was that situation already. She has got no home, no fiends, no family... not even a penny to find herself a place to sleep over or her wand.

All that she has got was this spirit that was seemingly bent on insulting her with every sentence. And she had enough. She did not look away, when he kept glaring back. Instead, she put some of the hair that ended up in her face away before speaking herself. It may be one of the last things she will ever say, so she will at least make it count.

"My name is Nefertiti."

She thought she saw his eyes widen but that was the last thing she remembered. She could have imagined it.

Nefertiti quickly opened her eyes and sat up. She was... alive? Alive and covered by what looked to be the man's white cape thing. She frowned when she saw it. It was a surprisingly... nice gesture.

"You are awake."

Her head snapped towards the source of voice. Ramesses continued to stare out. He did not say anything else that evening, and Nefertiti wasn't very inclined to start a conversation. Her surroundings looked like that of some abandoned building. Nefertiti looked at the bare chest and shoulders of the spirit. She was inclined to give him the cloth back. After all, he did save her. But in the end, she just turned around and slept.

Since the rude start, they were traveling all over the place. They left England behind, and went south to warmer countries. Ramesses barely looked at her. She did not mind, she was used to dealing with stuff on her own by now.