An Omake inspired by a lot of conversations about who would summon whom in a S&S-universe Grail War.
Also comparisons between the Grail War and the Triwizard Tournament.
Also, my obsession with Fate/Grand Order.
Omake: The Grail of Fire
Everyone quieted down as Dumbledore once again took the podium.
"Well." He said, silencing the last of the whispered conversations. "It is unclear how it happened, but Iris's name did come out of the Goblet, so she must participate in this tournament."
Shouting broke out across the Great Hall until Dumbledore once again used his wand to make a loud noise that startled the crowd into silence.
"We shall investigate further at a later date. But for now, we must finish the the ritual of Champion Selection.
"You see, before the Goblet of Fire was used for the Triwizard Tournament, it was used in a ritual that set the competitors into mortal combat with each other, each of them helped by a Supporter that was summoned using the Grail-*cough* *cough* using the Goblet.
"Each Supporter was a Heroic Spirit, the spirit of a legendary figure embodied into one of seven classes. These classes are: Saber, Lancer, Archer, Caster, Rider, Assassin, and Berserker."
"To complete the Selection, we shall have each of the Champions approach the Goblet, and release a drop of blood into the flames. The Goblet will then summon the best Supporter to assist them in their tasks."
Dumbledore nodded to the side and the Champions all filed out from the side room they had been waiting in.
"The first selected," Dumbledore spoke dramatically, "Cedric Diggory. Please step forward."
Cedric stepped up to the Goblet and, using a small knife he had been given, pricked his thumb and flicked the resulting drop of blood into the fires of the Goblet.
The fires roared in response and rose high into the air, until they eventually spilled out over the edge of the Goblet and pooled on the floor in front of it.
The green flames rose up into a humanoid shape, and with a final roar, guttered out and left behind a tall, pale, feminine looking man wearing archaic looking armor. His right arm appeared to be made of silver, and he clutched a beautiful silver sword.
"I am Bedivere, and my class is Saber." He spoke out in a soft tone that easily carried through the entire Great Hall.
Gasps and whispered expletives made their way through the assembled crowd. It was an unbelievable claim, to be one of The Knights of the Round Table, but no one who felt Bedivere's distinguished presence could doubt his word, or his power.
The knight cast his gaze around the room before turning to face Cedric.
"Champion." He spoke softly. "I shall be your Supporter in the trials to come."
Cedric stood stock still in shock for a moment.
"Thank you, Sir Knight." He said eventually.
Dumbledore gestured to the side, and Cedric and Bedivere stepped to the side to observe the rest of the summoning.
"Second Champion," Dumbledore drew some of the attention back away from the legendary knight. "Victor Krum."
Krum walked up to the Goblet, and, like Cedric, flicked a drop of blood into its fires.
When the flare of fire subsided, a large, muscular man stood hunched in front of the Goblet.
His skin was an unhealthy brown, as if he had been cooked in some fire rather than tanned by the sun. Golden tattoos trailed down his arms and seemed to glow with an inner heat. Each of his hands held a wicked looking weapon that glowed with barely repressed killing intent.
"Beowulf." The man growled. "Berserker."
The entire room was silent, no one willing or able to speak in front of the sheer violent presence this man gave off.
Beowulf turned to Krum and growled.
Dumbledore tentatively cleared his throat and gestured for Krum to join Cedric on the side.
When Krum moved, Beowulf fell in behind him like a barely trained animal.
"Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore called out.
Fleur stepped up and performed the summoning ritual.
When the flames cleared, there was a young, teenage girl, perhaps 13 years old standing there. She had eerie yellow eyes and incredibly long blond hair that reached down to her ankles. Her outfit was also strange. It was a white dress that was completely open from her waist to her shoulders, revealing the black bra that she was wearing underneath. A warm looking shrug covered her shoulders. Navy, thigh-high socks, and silver high heels complemented the silver decorative helmet she wore. Various green and red ties secured parts of her outfit.
She was holding a gigantic spear with incredibly long red and green tassels.
"I am Jeanne D'Arc Alter Santa Lilly!" She proclaimed imperiously in a childish voice. "My class is Lancer."
Everyone stared. While this girl clearly matched the other summoned heroes for presence, she was a child. Definitely a child. Also, her clothes were weird, and perhaps a little too risque for The Maiden of Orleans.
"Champion!" Jeanne turned to face Fleur. "Oh, wow, you're so pretty!... *Ahem*... I shall give you the present of my support in your coming trials."
She then took Fleur's hand and began to chat in French as they walked over to join the other Champions and their Supporters.
"Iris Potter." Dumbledore intoned, drawing the girl forward as murmurs broke out in the audience.
She followed the example of the other Champions and waited patiently while the flames cleared around her summoned Supporter.
The revealed hero stood reasonably tall, but all of their features were hidden by an encompassing black cloak, the shadows of which served to hide even their face from view.
The cloaked figure glanced slowly around the room before they began to laugh. Loud, but melodious, the laughter echoed around the room for a moment before the figure reached up and pulled back their hood.
A cascade of black hair fell down to the middle of her back. Delicate facial features surrounded a roguish grin and intense emerald eyes.
"Iris Potter." She shouted to the assembled crowd. "Caster."
Then she turned and hexed Snape.