A New Fate and Destiny: Rituals and Servants
AN: No more servants. Period.
Chapter 3: Five to school.
The white haired man started to sit up, a headache starting, then...
WHAM! Went a fist to the white haired man's head, smashing him back to the floor with a bigger headache.
"No cursing in front of Harry," Nero scolded as she withdrew her fist, then stalked over to check Harry, whom was actually giggling at his servant's actions.
Archer cursed his situation in his head, then cursed Alaya, he then started to get up for the second time, only to be smashed back into the ground by Caster whom hit him over the head with a cast iron frying pan, which broke over his hard head.
It was a good thing it was due to be replaced anyway.
"That was for putting a hole in the house roof," Caster scolded angrily, and joined saber and Harry to cut the cake.
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Fate giggled as both the cake and Harry were unharmed, Fate owed Luck for the favor.
That meant Fate needed to tweak the fate of one of Luck's favorites, no big deal.
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Archer now with a migraine class headache, mumbled "This is a great start to a vacation." He then started as a paper plate and plastic fork with a generous slice of birthday cake was placed next to him by his new master, whom was far to amused at his state, and next to it was a glass of water and a bottle of Excedrin.
The cake was OK by his standards, but he vowed to usurp the kitchen as soon as possible. This was supposed to be a vacation dammit, and he will cook... as much as possible!
Half an hour later his head was mostly better and he sat up, noting that Caster was already on the phone calling a repair company, and Nero was sitting nearby, while Harry was playing on his NES.
"So, your the newest addition to our family, I'm Saber, and the one on the phone is caster, who are you?" she asked.
"Archer, sorry about the roof, blame my boss when she booted me here to be his servant," the man said. "Where are the workshops so I know to avoid them?"
Nero smiled and replied, "basement, it's good that we don't have to explain that to you. And I see that the damage wasn't entirely your fault, but it will inconvenience us until it's repaired." She then frowned at the state of the table, and that they would be apparently eating just cake for lunch.
Archer actually smiled as he noticed that most of the birthday lunch was ruined, "Let me make something for lunch, least I can do."
The blonde looked at the smile suspiciously, then nodded.
Twenty minutes later he created a respectable spread, and was silently planning on taking over the shopping duties, they seriously needed a greater variety of food and spices. He was actually starting to relax, it had been too long since he had a kitchen available and no battles on the immediate horizon.
It was nice.
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A year later showed Harry making progress in the combat areas that his servants had started training him in the year before. Archery, magecraft, and wielding a roman gladius.
It was discovered that Harry had an unusual double element, and even rarer a double origin. His nonstandard elements were disintegration and protection, with the opposing origins of aegis and destruction. (EN) His Thirty high quality circuits were nothing to sneeze at either.
Caster was still trying to figure out how he could have two origins that are complete opposites to each other and not be torn apart. She finally decided to table that research.
Harry kept silent about his own theory, that protecting that which he cares about through the destruction of the threat was an acceptable answer. It showed in that a shield spell he had developed tended to grind away at anything solid that impacts it. He was rather proud of it.
He was looking forward to the camping trip with just Archer the week after his birthday, his big brother for over a year makes them fun with the hunting, fishing, and wilderness knowledge.
And so passed another year.
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Archer was wearing a bathing suit on the beach observing his master, and unofficial younger brother of two years, playing on the French topless beach with his female servants, and not noticing how many females were concentrating on him as well. A slightly older girl with silvery blonde hair joined Harry in playing in the water, and archer was glad that Harry was connecting, even in a minor way, to someone close to his own age.
Cater had made sure to cover up the command seals with an illusion, and to disguise herself as one, so nobody complained about tattoos or her non-humanness.
His grade schooling was an unmitigated disaster for making friends, with one of the biggest bullies and his fledgling gang, in both attitude and girth, preventing him from making friends, and his interests were also too unusual for many of them to connect with.
He was looking forward to this year's camping trip, they were going to an American forest this year, while the other two were exploring the nearby city.
He hadn't had so much fun since long before he died.
He spent much of that year learning French using a magical method that allowed for a rapid gain in fluency of a language, limited to one a year.
And so passed another year.
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Destiny started cursing at the level twenty-nine hangover.
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They had decided to go back to the beach they went to the year before, with Harry having made a friend they hoped to have him meet her again to continue with just more than being pen pals.
As luck would have it... actually no luck at all since Caster arranged it ahead of time, she was there again.
This time archer was not oblivious to the attraction he was causing in the female populous, as he was running away from a large group of said populous. To the amusement of both children and the adults watching the scene, and not to the amusement of the running man.
He was having some PTSD flashbacks of when he was at the clock tower with Rin, and the wall between his shower and the hall collapsed.
He never was sure whether the girls chasing him then wanted to kill him or rape him, so he ran then as well. Then with a burst of self reinforcement he sped away from his pursuers.
Then he tripped on Harry's sand castle and planted himself in the sand, only to be buried in said substance by the French girl, Harry, Nero, and Caster.
Thus ended the great fangirl chase.
Archer got his revenge for Harry's amusement during the next camping trip, which took place in Japan, when he tripped the boy into a giant mud hole.
After their trip they found that Caster had bought the two some Kimono's enchanted to grow with them.
Harry was upset that Archer was so possessive of his kitchen that he wouldn't teach him to cook. He barely allowed the other two servants to cook during special occasions.
He expanded his language selection to Japanese during this year.
So passed another year.
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Harry's ninth birthday passed at the beach again, playing with his friend and her little sister. His female servants were approached by many men, like in the previous years, but a nice punch by the blonde or a kick to the balls by the pinkette always dissuaded them. After all a punch by a girl that sent the man that groped her fifty feet with a broken jaw, or the one that had to have his baby maker removed gave them a reputation of both not being interested, and nor forcible.
This year though they were approached by mothers whom complimented them on how in shape Harry was. He, due to his training, had the bare minimum of fat on his body, and some good musculature for his age.
Archer was hiding in his room, which also emboldened some of the men, at least until Nero dragged him out by the scruff of his neck. Which caused many hearts to break, both male and female, that those two looked to be together.
The upside on Archer's part was the fangirl horde was content to look and not try and touch this time.
The Germany camping trip was uneventful, the Rome trip after that on the other hand was not. Saber was steamed that the Catholic religion had such a foothold in her city, that it took Harry begging to stop her from wiping out the Vatican.
Harry started his Italian lessons, having become fluent, if barely, in the other two languages.
The last year before the schooling decision passed swiftly.
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It was a week before Harry's tenth birthday, and the very odd family had asked for representatives from each of the schools to meet together so that they could find out more from the perspective of a member of the staff, and so they could ask some questions in person.
The first to arrive was Headmaster Shin from the Japanese Academy. He was a short grim old man in a black kimono, whom, whenever possible liked to meet the students that are wavering about schools personally.
The second was from the Pathfinder school, the school that was being considered mainly because it was a day school with living in the dorms being optional. Heather was the deputy headmistress, she was dressed in a mundane business suit. Her stern demeanor belied a wry humor. Considering the fame of the boy the headmistress wanted to be here in person, but had a fundraiser to get to, and she couldn't miss it.
Praetor Olans was one of the more popular members of the Roman school, despite him being in charge of discipline. His fairness often took the sting out of his punishments. He was a large man with a generous belly that belied him being rather light on his feet.
The last to arrive was from Hogwarts. He was a sneering man with greasy hair and billowing black robes. His name was Severus Snape, Potions professor and the least popular member of the staff.
The last arrival, that already gave a bad impression by arriving over half an hour late locked his eyes on the boy at the table talking with the other representatives snarled out, "Potter you useless arrogant brat, cease this ridiculous and arrogant attempt at attention. We already know you're coming to Hogwarts, so dismiss these idiots from their worthless schools already and let me go back home. You can also stop paying those whores to care for you."
Dead silence greeted his proclamation. The visitors couldn't believe the man had the bad manners to walk into somebody's home, and insult the owners, and their guests. They also couldn't believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts sent such a man.
Harry was livid, he had not only been insulted, but his servants had been as well. He was about to act when Archer came into the room with some refreshments. He too had heard the insults, and made a decision.
One that saved Harry from an attempted murder charge.
He grabbed the new man by the back of his robes, grabbed the wand the man had pulled out and snapped it, then threw the man out of the house to land on the lawn across the street. The shout of, "And stay out you asshole," rang throughout the neighborhood.
He walked back into the meeting room to be met with applause. He paused, this was one of the few times his actions had been appreciated, and so he gave a theatrical bow and joined the rest at the table.
The Japanese school was the first to leave, he understood that the servant bond was close to a familiar bond, and despite the reputation gain didn't want to deal with it at his school. The fact that familiars would be able to stay with him in the male dorms would be asking for more trouble then having the boy-who-lived would be worth. He did offer to let him take some summer courses in magic only found rarely outside of Japan.
Olans, after finding out that Nero had some grudge like feelings towards the religion that made it's capital in the country, bowed out gracefully. He, as he left, did point out that one of the better custom wand makers lived in the magical section of Rome, the best because he doesn't concentrate on only local or 'common' materials, but pays travelers to bring him rare and obscure ones from all over the world, as well as woods.
Heather, while initially feeling that that her school was chosen by default, was actually surprised that Pathfinder was the first choice of the assembled group. She brought the acceptance letter with her, and smiled all the way back to her school with the signed document stating that September first would have one of the most famous children attending her school, as her school starts teaching them at ten, instead of eleven.
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Destiny decided to start looking at which prophesized individual was going down the screwy path as its hangover hit level thirty.
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Dumbledore was pissed, his representative was kicked out in minutes. Snape had told him that he was unfairly kicked out, and he didn't doubt his potions professor.
The headmaster of Hogwarts sighed, and decided to meet with Harry next year, to convince him to change his mind, and to find out why Severus was kicked out so soon.
He had time, after all. Magical schooling doesn't start until eleven after all.
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Next week saw the four on their yearly beach trip.
Archer ended up buried during a nap, and despite knowing he's be finding sand in uncomfortable places for weeks smiled once he woke up. This truly ended up being a vacation.
He was also glad that being buried so soon after arriving allowed him to dodge the fangirls.
He also laughed as he dug himself out seeing Saber kick a man in the crotch so hard he lifted five feet in the air.
Moving to sit near the girl's family, he lied down under the shade of an umbrella. He knew soon enough he would be back in the throne of heroes and ordered to massacre hundreds if not thousands, but right now, he needed this.
The second trip to Rome after the beach trip went much better, and they came away with a custom wand. The wand was a combination of stone pine and cherry woods, and contained a hair from each of his two servants.
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Destiny cursed as the hangover hit level thirty-one.
Looking for a screwed up prophecy when you exist mostly outside of time and hence can't tell when it happened is very, very hard.
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The rest of the shopping was done by mail order since Diagon Alley doesn't carry most of the materials for Pathfinder, beyond the potions supplies at least.
The uniform was a standard slacks and blazer both in blue, with a compass symbol over the heart.
The camping trip took place two weeks before the school started, and was back in America, another forest than the one they went to previously.
All too soon it was time to head to school, and to the opening ceremony and feast. Classes would actually start on the second.
The feast was good, and Harry suspected Archer had snuck into the Kitchen at the school since some of the dishes tasted too familiar. It had been decided that only Caster would accompany him to the school as she was the magic user of the servants.
That night as he lied in his own bed, Harry was never gladder of his choice in schools.
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End Chapter.
EN: I wanted to make him have two opposing elements and origins, he wont be able to use his 'full' power unless all four are aligned, otherwise the Magus spell comes out weaker.