The Gryffindor common room was bustling with activity. There were students studying near the fireplace. Books and scrolls were all over the tables while the sound of chatter, laughing and scribbling filled the hall. Such a sight was more likely to be common in the tower of the Ravenclaws but it wasn't that absurd since the OWL exam was fast approaching.
The atmosphere was lively, even if the tension in their wizarding world was becoming more and more suffocating by the day. Harry however, walked out from the red themed room, slightly surprising his housemates. They looked at Ron and Hermione, Harry's best friends, who remained sitting on the couch after Harry walked out as if to ask for an explanation but the two just kept silent. The two slightly bowed and mumbled an apology. They turned their backs and grabbed a book from the stash Hermione brought into the room. The Lions weren't worried since The-Boy-Who-Lied, as Harry was popularly known now, was known for being overly dramatic. Nevertheless, there were still some who believed in him, wanted to believe in him, even more firmly now that Hogwarts was being squashed by the iron hand of the Ministry.
"What are you up to, mate?"
A tall sable haired boy asked as he sat down near Hermione. His worry filled mellow voice was somewhat tinged with uncertainty and shyness. His creased brows and expressive eyes showed genuine concern.
"Oh! Neville! Didn't see you there."
Hermione was startled by her classmate, Neville's, 'sudden' appearance. After all, the boy had little to no presence most of the time. She sat up primly and was about to start a conversation regarding herbs but she noticed Neville was looking at the book she was reading, an aura of child-like innocence and curiosity oozing out from him.
"Is that another one of thos-?"
She cut off his question midway since she already knew what he was going to ask. She brought muggle encyclopaedias in the past, during her second year, and Neville was one of the people who didn't dismiss and laughed at the wisdom of muggle authors. However, she didn't bring any this year since she realized that all of the lessons taught at Hogwarts relied on the ' muggles are toddlers that needs protection from wizards ' mentality.
"Nope, it's just a muggle novel, a light novel to be exact. My cousin from Mahoutokoro sent this yesterday."
"Maho- what?"
"It's a wizarding school in Japan."
Hermione said in a matter of fact way.
"And why is it called a 'light' novel? Are muggle novels heavy?"
Confusion was evident in Neville's expression.
"Ha ha ha." Hermione let out a chuckle before she explained. "I don't know either but I noticed that it has fewer chapters when compared to a regular novel. I doubt that's the only reason for that though."
"Her cousin lent us these for our homework in Muggle Studies."
Ron added from the side before going back to what he was reading. Hermione glared at him annoyed that the ginger head rudely butted into their conversation.
"He also said that these novels are good bedtime reads. My cousin's worried about me being stressed from Umbridge's antics and the Ministry's schemes."
Neville nodded in understanding.
"Well, I'm also stressed, can I borrow the ones you have finished?"
Neville politely asked which earned him a warm smile from Hermione.
"Alright."
The three continued reading until it was bedtime. The three even brought some into their beds and continued reading there until they fell asleep.
At breakfast the next day, Neville, Ron and George was light-heartedly discussing the light novels they read. George 'borrowed', which ultimately meant that he perused the book without asking Ron's permission, the books Ron left lying on his bed.
"Whoa! You sure this is written by a muggle?"
George asked with enthusiasm. He was so fired up that Ron even forgot that he didn't bothered to ask for permission at all.
"The way they describe magic here is quite... fantastical."
Neville murmured half immersed in the conversation. He was still daydreaming of the story he finished reading a couple of hours ago.
"At least their magic is more fun."
Fred commented while he was filling his plate with smoked sausages. He quickly skimmed through some of the books just before breakfast when George brought some into their room.
"Yea."
Neville agreed with a firm nod.
"Hey, do you want to try the summoning ritual described there?"
George's offer was made with the trademark mischievous, Weasley grin.
"Don't be absurd. There's no such thing as summoning magic. At least, the form that was similar to the one in the Fate series."
Ron shot down his offer with a smug grin. He was confident since he was studying and reading about Conjuring magic days before.
"Well c'mon-"
Fred's whining was cut short by a certain witch's voice.
"Actually, summoning is quite similar to conjuring magic."
"Hermione!"
The three boys gasped. They were startled at Hermione's interjection. It was as if she appeared out of thin air. It was uncommon for students at their level to learn the apparate spell. Then again, Hermione was one of the prodigies of their generation so maybe she had already learned it.
"What? Is there something in my face?"
The witch asked in an innocent tone.
"Don't sneak up on us like that!"
Ron half shouted. Their idle banter continued until a few minutes later when Harry joined them for breakfast.
"Anyway, where were you yesterday? We haven't seen you all day."
Hermione asked Harry who looked deep in thought.
"Well, considering our current problems, I was at the library."
Harry's voice was a bit raspy. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked really, really tired. His reply made Hermione uneasy. While the Weasleys were trying to cheer up Harry, she was thinking about Harry's real whereabouts the day before. Did Umbridge got him again?
"... but I didn't saw him there."
She was murmuring. Her fragmented statements were finally noticed by George.
"What?"
George's simple question snapped Hermione's train of thought and brought her back to reality. She had an anxious and concerned look now.
"Did Umbridge got you again?"
"No. Why would you think of that?"
Harry defensively replied. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Thank God. So, as I was saying yesterday, we should definitely think of a place where to hold our tutorial sessions. I don't know where we could find that since the forest is off-limits and Hogsmeade is probably filled with Ministry's spies. So I went to the libra-"
"Library. Yeah, yeah, so what did you found out?"
Fred said with a deadpan voice.
"I haven't exactly found anything."
The people quickly lost interest since she would probably ask for extra hands on her search. The Weasley twins were interested but they didn't really want to be stuck in the library. Instead of letting the conversation to continue, the twins diverted their attention.
"So, can you help us with our little 'ritual'?"
Fred and George said in unison with pleading faces.
"Ugh, boys, if you haven't noticed, it's a made up ritual by a muggle. Plus, there's no such thing as summoning magic. The closest I can think of is conjuring magic."
Hermione nodded sagely as she said that.
"So are you in or what?"
The twins asked.
"Alright, I'm in."Hermione sighed in defeat. A phantom of a smile crept on Harry's depressed face. The Weasley brothers were grinning maniacally.
They all rose up after finishing their breakfast and head to their classes. Near the end of the day, Neville showed the room which mysteriously appeared on one of the corridor's walls. It was large and comfy but at the moment, it was mostly empty.
"You did it Neville. You found the Room of Requirement."
Hermione's awe-filled tone was accented by her smile. The other people were also looking around and scanning the room with smiles plastered across their faces. Ron and Harry were there, and so were Fred and George and their little sister, Ginny.
"We finally have a place to conduct our secret meetings!"
Ginny exclaimed.
All of them nodded. They were all looking forward to future sessions.
"Plus, the Room of Requirement can also provide anything that we may need."
Hermione added.
They all left the room, their souls lifted and their minds busy preparing for their first session. They walked silently, heading to their respective rooms to rest.
The twins had an epiphany at Hermione's last statement.
"Brother, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Fred whispered to George and they both smiled.
"Is it true that the Room of Requirement can provide anything?"
Everyone paused and turned to the twins since they were at the very end of the group.
"Wait, you don't intend to use the room for-"
Hermione asked though she already knew what the twins were implying. Her question was cut off midway by the cheerful, mischievous declaration of the twins.
"Of course we do!"
The others were still confused at the exchange. Seeing them disoriented, Hermione explained that Fred and George wanted to replicate and test the validity of a made up muggle ritual. Ginny looked incredulously at her older brothers. She massaged her temples and tried to calm herself down. Meanwhile, Neville was a bit nervous, he was more than aware of the consequences of a failed magical experiment since his grandmother was used to tell him tales of adventurous wizards whose experiments turned them to hideous monsters.
"Is it alright for us to use the Room of Requirement like this?"
The twins, oblivious to Neville's concerns, assured him.
"Don't worry, only we know about this room."
"Still-"
Ginny was about to interject when Ron put a finger to her lips to shut her up. She glared at him and he removed his finger. It seemed that her older brothers had already made up their mind; she sighed in exasperation knowing that she couldn't really do anything at this point save limiting the damages. On the other hand, Neville's hesitation was washed away by the enthusiasm of the Weasley twins.
"Then when should we do it?"
Harry spoke for the first time. He was contemplating whether to stop them or support their idea. His curiosity won in the end.
"Hmmm... What do you think, brother?"
Fred asked his twin.
George cupped his chin and thought deeply for a moment before he replied.
"Well, if we want to replicate the ritual, we should do it at the same time, right?"
"So we should do it around 3a.m. then?"
Everyone seemed to agree but Neville suddenly interjected.
"Wait, but every clock on the Tohsaka manor was one hour advance."
"So, it should be done at 2 a.m.? Is that it?"
Hermione ask aloud yet the question was intended for herself. She was trying to remember what she read. They reached a consensus and agreed to meet at 2 in the morning. They proceeded to their rooms and tried to rest.
At around 2 am, they met at the common room. They successfully snuck out and reached the Room of Requirement. They immediately noticed a table with inscribing tools and bowls on top of it. Upon closer inspection, they found that the bowls contained red, viscous liquid.
"Wow! The Room of Requirement must be omnipotent! It already provided the materials we need."
Ron exclaimed.
"Should we start now?"
Neville asked.
The Ron, Fred and George picked up their materials to start the inscription process. They were about to start when Hermione stopped them.
"Okay, okay, I get it. We're in a rush because we might get caught, but do you really want to do this?"
"C'mon Hermione! It's just for fun."
Fred said while winking. His statement did not assure her and even did the opposite. Chills ran down Ginny and Hermione's spine but they sucked up their doubts and continued the ritual anyway.
"Alright, there's nothing I could do then."
Hermione asked as she handed out pieces of parchment.
"I wrote the incantation there. Just to inform everyone, I modified the incantation a little."
"Uh... that kind of... defeats the purpose don't you think?"
George casted a doubtful look at the parchment he received.
"We're here to test the authenticity of the ritual, yes? And by that it means the complete, original ritual."
Fred added as he flipped the parchment.
"One of the foundations of the thaumaturgy or magic described in the Fate series relies on the mind and philosophical climate of their world. Since we are clearly in a different world, I retrofitted the incantation to suit the philosophy of our world-muggle philosophy, at least."
The debate continued even when they started to inscribe the circle on the Room of Requirement's floor. In the end they decided to do the ritual using the original incantation first. The magic circles fizzled and energy coalesced in the centre. Nevertheless, nothing happened in the end.
"Uh... are you sure we did it right?"
Ron asked. Harry was scratching the back of his head while Hermione and Ginny were examining the magic circles. The twins, Fred and George, were reading the incantation aloud and were trying to spot the mistake. Neville was on the table, examining the materials they used for the inscription.
Hermione clapped her hands to get their attention.
"Next, we try the modified version."
She said and all of them took their positions and started chanting.
"The origin is silver and iron.
The cornerstone is the power and laws of Deep Magic.
The ancestors are the four great founders.
The alighted wind shall become as a wall.
The gates in the four directions shall close, coming from the crown; the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom shall circulate.
Fill...
Fill...
Fill...
Fill...
Fill...
Repeat five times but when each is filled, destroy it."
Their collective voice reverberated throughout the airy room. Their solemn chants seemed to gather the energy from the surroundings.
"I hereby pledge,
My will shall create your body and your sword shall carve my destiny.
If you heed the sacred grounds' call, and if you agree with my reason, then answer my summoning."
The energies started to coalesce in the centre of the circle like before. However, the energies seemed to be more grounded now unlike the volatile and fleeting failure before.
"I hereby swear,
That I will be all that is good in the world;
That I will destroy all that is evil in the world."
Smoke started to rise from the circles obscuring the figures that started to form in them. In Harry's case, his forehead started throbbing and he felt like his head was being pounded by a giant iron mallet.
"From the seventh heaven clad in three great words of power,
Come forth to the circle of binding, O keeper of the balance."
There was a surge of energy that threatened to destroy the room but it immediately dissipated the moment it appeared. The peak in energy wasn't noticed by the summoners but it startled the Headmaster, Albus, the Potions Master, Severus and the Assistant Headmistress, Minerva. The three immediately rose from their beds and anxiously scanned the grounds. They were careful and discreet. They knew that if the Minister heard about this, the yoke placed upon them would be made even heavier than before.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the students who managed to summon themselves a Servant were cheering and congratulating each other. That was, until they found Harry unconscious. Fred quickly picked up Harry, though he was careful as to avoid injuring him anymore. They were really afraid since there were no visible injuries which made them suspect that the injury inflicted was a curse of some sort. They immediately turned and were to bolt out the door into the infirmary when their Servants stopped them. They were a bit surprised but their anxiety quickly returned.
"Let me examine him."
One of the Servants said. She was a voluptuous female who wore three layers of dull colour robes. She had white hair and her eyes were exquisite. Her left eye was bright green, like an emerald while her right eye was the colour of a lush forest. Her features were generally well proportioned and she carried a staff that looked like a pestle.
The boys were mesmerized by her and they gave Harry to her too easily. Hermione and Ginny huffed and wondered why they would trust someone so easily. They weren't annoyed, no, they were just irked. They were impressed when she casted wand-less magic though they didn't knew what spell it was. After a few seconds, she declared with a smile that everything was alright.
The introductions came next and all of the Servants introduced themselves. They were surprised at them and another round of congratulations to each other ensued. They managed to summon powerful figures from legends, muggle legends, at least. Neville managed to summon King Solomon of Israel. Ginny summoned Baba Yaga, the dreaded witch of the Balkan region. Hermione was thrilled when she learned that her Servant's true identity was Princess Medea of Colchis. Fred and George grinned at each other and had a congratulatory hug when they learned that they managed to summon famous trickster figures, African folklore's Anansi and Japanese mythology's Abe no Seimei. Nevertheless, out of all of them, Ron was the most surprised. Almost all of them collapsed at the thought that they just summoned one of the most famous wizards in the history of magical Britain. For some reason, Ron managed to summon Merlin himself.
They spent the next few hours talking and discussing. The Servants were ecstatic, knowing that they weren't summoned for some horrible ritual. They were interested at the notion that some work of fiction remotely related to their original tales can become a catalyst. The Servants also borrowed the books that somehow became catalysts for their summoning. Medea was particularly interested at the current era so she went to the library to borrow some books. All of them left the Room of Requirement to carry on their daily routine that nobody realized that they were lacking a Servant, Harry's Servant.
Harry was still unconscious for the time being so his friends just let him sleep in the Room of Requirement. He woke up a little later to the sound of a majestic voice reading out loud from a first year charm spells book. He looked around and judged that it was only his imagination and went about his usual activities.
They, both Servants and Masters, met up later that night at the Room of Requirement. Hermione brought one of their newest friends, Luna Lovegood to discuss the summoning ritual they conducted. The ritual was perfectly replicated by Luna. She managed to summon Vainamoinen, a wizard more popular and well known in Scandinavia. After that, they all agreed to destroy the parchment and forever seal the ritual, fearing that their enemies would somehow replicate it.
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Harry knew he was dreaming lucidly-again. It had been a few nights now since the summoning ritual. He had never seen his Servant, not even once. The only thing that assured him that his unnamed hidden Servant existed was the Command Seal on his back and the dreams he was having.
At the start, he immediately forgets his dreams a few minutes after waking up. However, a lingering feeling of desolation, longing and sadness was accumulating within him. He sometimes remember fragments of his dream; he would remember the poison filled skies, the dreamless eyes of people in the street, most of their faces covered with translucent mask.
Tonight was different. Unlike in other nights, he saw a different scene play out before him. The dream was so vivid and it felt so real. He could feel himself directly interacting with the environment in the dream. Patches of fluffy, greyish clouds rolled past and a sliver of platinum moonlight would sometimes escape past their cotton prison and find their way to the ground. At that moment, the silver rays of moonlight will hit the crystal blades of grass and explode into a myriad of colours. He could taste the slightly rusty, chilling and stale breeze. The glass-like blades of the grass in that plain stretched to every direction. He felt a bit of pain; it seemed the grass can pierce the skin. The place was scenic and more than worthy to be featured in a high-class travel magazine. It should've been a paradise if not for a certain aura of coldness, serenity, dread and general wrongness permeating the place.
A few meters from him, a golden, circular portal opened. Angel like beings emerged from the said portal. They were carrying an atmosphere of divinity about them that clashed with the unholy energies of the plains. Even their silhouette was outlined with glittery golden motes of light. They were talking amongst themselves though Harry could not understand them. As a consolation, Harry could figure out their accent as Nordic since they talked in a similar way to some of the students from Durmstrang.
Minutes after the angel like beings appeared, humanoid figures appeared from three similar portals; some of them had pointed ears like the house elves, some of them was about as tall as a goblin while there was a group composed of regular looking humans. They started to converse but their voices were nigh distorted and unintelligible to Harry's ears. Harry didn't get the whole conversation but from his point, he could tell that they were doing a 'roll call' of sorts. The last to arrive was a group of what Harry could only describe as malevolent abyssal monsters. They looked even more dreadful than the previous group of demons with burning skin and the distorted giants.
The groups started to converse and a map was taken out. The map had no writings; it was just like a puzzle with nameless land masses. He was confused so he just listened in on the conversation. The only words he could understand were "Jotunheimr", "Alfheimr", "Niflheimr", "Midgard", "Muspelheimr", "Vanaheimr""Svartalfheimr", "Asgard" and "Helheimr". He also caught a few words that he thought probably meant "pantheon" and "late".
Hours later and the scene changed. Harry was overwhelmed by what he saw. Right in front of him, a cabal of the most potent beings were fighting a horde of equally powerful entities. Their magic was so great that he could practically see and taste and feel the dense magical energies inside their bodies oozing out and filling their environment. The sights made The-Boy-Who-Lived cower in fear and admiration. Right in front of him, demons, gods, angels, humanoids and monsters have settled their differences and fought as comrades.
Their first enemy was a group of demons, "The Seven Lords of The Seven Cardinal Vices", from what he could understand. The next ones they faced were freaks that hardly resembled the angels in churches he saw back in England. There were ten of them and though they looked more like monsters on the Saturday morning TV shows that Dudley was very fond of, "The Ten Angels of the Sephiroth" as they were called, were emitting an aura of divinity that made his knees tremble. The contrast between their apparent divinity and their implied malevolence was so disconcerting that Harry found himself doubting the faith that had the same beings. After the last angel was defeated, "The Seven Rainbow Buddha" appeared and battled the group of heroes and anti-heroes. The fight ended with the defeat of "The World Devourer", their last enemy.
He saw the nine groups fall and rise again. Harry was surprised at the finesse of their spells; some of them even had "true" resurrection spells. In the end, only the "pantheon" of "Asgard", "Svartalfheimr" and "Helheimr" remained standing. The other groups were completely wiped out. They succeeded but the true problem was just starting. The members of the "pantheon" of "Helheimr" flinched and took a step back while the members of the "pantheon" of both "Svartalfheimr" and "Asgard" nodded and grinned at each other. It seems like the two "pantheons" decided to eliminate the group of monsters. Harry was disgusted at the two treacherous groups even if the members of "Asgard's""pantheon" was emitting an atmosphere so holy and divine that Harry wanted to kneel down and pray to them. To Harry, the artificial holiness they projected served to emphasize their rotten cores more.
The battle wasn't fair. "Helheimr's" "pantheon" only had 41 members while "Asgard" had 72 and "Svartalfheimr's" "pantheon" had 54. They were severely outnumbered yet they managed to cut down half of their opponents. It seemed that the members of the "pantheon" of "Helheimr" were prepared. Several magic circles appeared and different creatures came out of them. To his eyes, it seemed that the magic circles were meant to summon the creatures yet he was proven wrong again. He finally made out some of the words used just as the last creature was summoned. If he was not mistaken, the word meant "create" which meant that these malevolent looking creatures cannot only release magic that could decimate Hogwarts in a single spell but that they can also create fell creatures in an instant.
The battle was long and drawn out. For every member of "Helheimr's""pantheon" that fell, "Svartalfheimr" and "Asgard" lost four members. In the end, only four people remained two dwarves from "Svartalfheimr", a god-like being from "Asgard" and a magic-wielding skeleton from "Helheimr". Near the end of the battle, the skeleton wizard released a magic spell of mythical proportions that Harry was blinded for a bit. When he blinked his eyes, Harry found that he was now staring at his pillow. It seemed that he fell asleep, face down. He rubbed his eyes and gazed at his clock; it was nearly sunrise so he decided to prepare for school.
Yosha!
Another one down!
Oh yeah!
Take that fuckers!
News flash for people who say engineering students can't write shit...
I may not be that good but at least I get most of the basics right...
CalmDownCalmDownCalmDownCalmDownCalmDownCalmDownCalmDown
Ciaossu!
So here's another one. I got my inspiration for this from the fic "Harry Potter and The Great Tomb of Nazarick" by Veriseple and from most of the Harry Potter and Fate crossovers.
I was really, really distracted when I was writing this. Whenever I think of Harry Potter characters, I automatically think of their child selves (Book 1/first movie). I try imagining them as anime but my imagination gives me their chibi version. It's so frustrating... like seriously? Try imagining them Harry and Tom casting curses at each other... in CHIBI form with CHIBI voices.
I really wanted to make a triple crossover but since my abilities are quite limited, I can only make this.
The things I post here are just ideas...
A challenge of sorts if you will...
It means they can be used by others...
They could be used by others...
They should be used by others...
They would be used by others...
SO FEEL FREE TOUSE THEM...
FEEL FREE TO USE THEM...
FREE TO USE THEM...
TO USE THEM...
USE THEM...
THEM...
Anyways,
Can the Deathly Hallows be considered a World Class Item set capable of mind control effect ridiculously specific to Ainz's build? What if the mind control effect can only be activated if all three of them are owned by the one who wanted to activate the effect? (Since Ainz has the Ruler of Death job class plus he is also considered as the strongest magic caster in the whole of skeletondom according to his character sheet. What if the possessor of ALL the three Hallows can gain possession of Ainz also?)
Am I the only one thinks that since Abe no Seimei's mother was supposedly a kitsune (assuming that his mother was mischievous like in most of the tales), he must've inherited his mother's mischievous side? (Even if it's just a teeny-tiny bit?)
-RANTS BEGIN-
Ancient Folklore needs more magic wielding heroes!
I can't find an interesting wizard-like character in Hindu and Mongolian myths...
There're too many sword-swinging dunderheads in history!
(Plus most magicians are depicted most of the time as "evil" or as a side kick...)
Like seriously, it seems that for every wizard, there are like, twenty or so sword-thrusting git...
Good thing Kalevala has Vainamoinen but what is this?
Why do Russian bylinas lack magicians?
Why?😭😭😭
-RANTS END-
Some things here are bullshit, yes, but for the story's sake, let's just pretend they're true. There are things there that have been deliberately made different from canon and there are things that unintentionally diverted from canon.
What should I do next?
Mahouka Kokou no Rettosei x Overlord
(Since I found an interesting story challenge by ferduran)
Or
To Aru Majutsu no Index x Overlord
Or
Mass Effect x Overlord
(since the challenge by dannydanny200 also caught my attention)
Or
DanMachi x Overlord
NOTE: I'll be basing those in the anime (and a little bit from the wiki) since I don't really like reading (except overlord)
I was traumatized by wuxia novels... they're so long I'm overwhelmed (I didn't mean anything kinky)...
The mass effect one... well... I've watched walk-throughs (since I suck at MMO and FPS games and I only play match three, strategy and RTS games...)
Au Revoir!
P.P.S. My main story is stuck... Any suggestion/s?
Auf Wiedersehen Mein Freund😁😁😁
(Did I get that right?)↗