"No you won't," Atalanta growled, dropping down and aiming an arrow at the leaders head. "He would be a far better leader than you."
"See Kingsley, she's a loon," the man spat. "You think such an ancient thing can hurt us?"
"Mister Munn-"
"Silence," Munn spat, glaring at Kingsley.
"Ford. Grimm. Stun her," he snapped at the other two.
"Stupefy" thy yelled, aiming their wands at her.
With the swiftness she was known for she dodged and shot two divine arrows at them. She knew that she couldn't use her Noble Phantasm in such an exposed area. And that would give them an insight on who she was and what she could do. So she settled for using her bow and fighting skills.
Spell were flying around wildly as they all tried to pin her down, whether it be by stunner or a grey spell/hex. Kingsley didn't bother and simply sat off to the side, and kept an eye out for Harry, ready to shoot a shield charm when needed.
Kingsley was simply thankful that they hadn't reported to Dumbledore about him finding Harry yet, so if they died here then he could pass it off as something else.
Harry meanwhile watched on top the tree with wide eyes, his breathing labored and his heart pounding like crazy. Miss Atalanta was good at fighting, really good, but those guys were fast at casting...casting magic.
He didn't want her to get captured. Or hurt. Or die.
He didn't want her to die. That is the last thing he wanted. He finally found someone who would love him and treated him normally and not like a freak, he needed her. He couldn't go back to his aunt and uncle, he wouldn't survive. He knew that much from her angered rambling when she thought he was asleep.
'I...I can't lose miss Atalanta,' he thought, eyes tearing up as she was hit with a glowing light. 'I can't! We need more help.'
Once more his magic reacted; the the grail felt bad, sensing the poor boy's anguish.
"You and that girl will certainly shake up the wizarding world, Harry Potter," Justeaze mumbled as she sent the other eight servants the boy was to have.
Atalanta grunted as she cartwheeled out of the way and shot another arrow at the leader.
It would have hit, had it not be for him falling to the ground with a blood red spear in his back.
"Going after a defenseless child and his Servant for the sake of fame and glory, pitiful," a female voice spat.
"The lady of Shadows. Lancer Class, Scáthach," Atalanta breathed.
"Hello. The others are taking care of the rest," the veiled woman grinned, spinning her spear sound.
"Others?"
"Ah, hello," A woman with blonde hair and a banner entered. Alongside her was another version of her, but in all black and more ashen. "I am Jeanne D'arc, Ruler Class. This is me, but Alter. As well as an Avenger class."
"Call me Joan."
"Ahh, all done," a young girl cheered, a thick accent on her voice.
French?
"I am Marie Antoinette, Rider Class," the last Queen of France smiled at them, many feeling warmth go through them.
"Ah, where's my Predator," a jovially voice yelled and a woman dressed in red with golden straw hair burst through the bushes.
"Nero Claudius, Saber class," Jeanne mumbled.
"Ah, there he is," a beautiful woman, with nine tails and a pair of ears atop her head murmured staring up into the tree's.
"Tamamo no Mae," Atalanta said. The Fox goddess smiled, and gazed up at her master, trying to figure out how to get him down.
"Jump child I will catch you," a stern woman called. He eyes filled with determination as she stared up at him. "I will ensure that you are free of any and all infection!"
"Ohh, it's the famous Florence Nightingale," Nero breathed.
"Where is assassin," Joan asked, looking around boredly.
"Here," a small girl with the traditional Hassan maske said as she came out of the shadows. "I am the Hassan of Serenity. Please do not touch me."
"Oh, that's right. Your body is covered in poison," Jeanne murmured. "Well, it seems that our master is the same. Who might he be exactly?"
"Miss Atalanta," Harry cried out as Florence caught him and began to examine him. He wasn't threatened by her, because he felt the same around her as he did Atalanta. But she was covered in bruises and he wasn't.
"I am fine, but where is Kingsley," she asked, looking at the others.
"Oh, one got away. He was mumbling something about a perfect opportunity and such. He had rather dark skin," Nero told them.
"He will not betray us," Atalanta breathed. "We have encountered him before. He didn't know he was being watched and was sent here to help lest he lose his job."
"Hmm, we provided the perfect opportunity for him to run and allow for us to escape," Scáthach mumbled. "Convenient."
"I'll say," a cheerful voiced piped up and everyone got into fighting mode. "I'm one of you guys, just contracted under another," the voice chuckled.
"Show yourself," Joan snarled, her hand gripping her sword.
"Okay, okay," The voice sighed. "Come one guys."
Three men entered the clearing and many felt the presence of their intense magical energy.
"Merlin," Jeanne gasped. "Achilles and Chiron."
"Achilles," Atalanta jerked in shock. Sure enough the son of Peleus gave her a cocky smirk and a three finger way.
"Hey little missy," he chuckled. "We're here to take you to our master. Don't worry she's the same age as yours and want to protect him."
"Considering what has happened it would be best for your master to stay with us. It will happen again," Chiron, sans his horse body, explained.
"How do we know we can trust you," Serenity demanded, hands going to her knives.
"Because we came unarmed and are under a command spell not to fight unless provoked," Achilles chuckled. "Can't you sense it Ruler?"
"Yes," Jeanne confirmed after a moment. "They are under the power of a command spell."
"And this master of yours...what does she want," Scáthach asked, her hands fingering Gae Bolg gingerly.
"She wants to be prepared for when she and your master enter the wizarding world. She wants to change it and most importantly...she want Dumbledore out of power."
So what do you think of Harry's servants? Comment on what you think and what house you think he should be in! Who do you think the other master is?