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Fate: Potter Night

Chapter6: The Greater Good

The Gaunt Shack was located just outside of Little Hangleton and was half-hidden among woods. It was night when they arrived at the rundown and decrepit place where the old Pureblood family known as the Gaunts once inhabited. Hermione Granger and her Servant Lancer hid behind the trees, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on the residence. They'd arrived not too long ago via apparition, appearing not too far away but not close enough that the pop accompanying their arrival might be heard by anyone nearby.

"You seem nervous," Lancer commented after a moment of silence.

"I'm not," Hermione responded. "I just never thought it would come to this."

"Oh? What were you expecting?" Lancer asked curious.

"I don't know," Hermione answered honestly. "The whole world has turned upside down lately."

Hermione had always been a smart girl though even she would admit that she regarded professors and those in authority with far more respect than most of them deserved. That had all changed when she had summoned Lancer and entered the Holy Grail War. She knew who he was having seen him without his hood hiding his face and had seen his memories from the Dream Cycle so she knew what had happened to him over the course of his life.

She'd originally been planning to hand over responsibility to one of the 'trustworthy' adults like Professor Dumbledore but that all changed when on the night of a full moon a werewolf attacked her home. She wasn't in at the time but her parents were, and they were murdered long before she got back. When she arrived home the werewolf—Fenrir Greyback—was still in his wolf form and was standing over her mother's mutilated corpse. He had tried to kill her too as soon as he saw her but Lancer quickly cut him down before he could touch her…

Hermione didn't know what to think after that; there was no warning and it had taken her hours to fully understand what had happened. Her parents were dead and so was their killer. She thought about why it had happened and she quickly realised that it had probably been Voldemort that had orchestrated it. How could he not have? Hermione represented everything he despised in the world—a 'Mudblood' who was smarter and overall better at everything than the Purebloods—and couple that with her friendship with the Harry Potter—the boy who kept beating him—and she was near the top of his hit list.

From that moment onwards she had wanted revenge…

And then she started hunting down the worst of the worst up and down the country with Lancer at her side. He had removed the trace from her wand and together they had tracked down numerous Death Eaters, their sympathisers and all manner of dark creatures that had chosen to rejoin the resurrected Voldemort. Over the course of the month that she and Lancer had been doing this she had become much more ruthless upon hearing some of the crimes that these monsters had committed and were never punished for.

It only showed her just how much this war had changed her from the sweat girl she had been before this all started...

After interrogating one of the captured Death Eaters they had discovered that Voldemort was planning a direct attack on the Ministry of Magic itself following the massacre of his imprisoned followers at Azkaban. Hermione and Lancer saw this as a chance to wipe out a good chunk of the Death Eaters and their supporters all at once. Upon arriving however Lancer had sensed not one but two other Servants in the Ministry at that time meaning at least one of them probably had a Master amongst the combatants present. After Hermione and Lancer had finished dealing with the Death Eaters they had gone after the Servants only to find that they had already fled.

They'd found Dumbledore's body lying dead in the Hall of Prophecies which surprised them, however what made them worry even more was the fact that the old man's wand was missing. Someone had taken it—probably his killer—and escaped with the aid of their Servant. Lancer had told her only a select few people knew about the true nature of that particular wand and of those, only one would have had any reason to take it from him.

The Elder Wand's former master...

The Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald...

The old enemy of Albus Dumbledore whom he had defeated decades before had been obsessed with the three Deathly Hallows; powerful and dangerous Noble Phantasms that when brought together were supposed to make the one to wield them the Master of Death. Grindelwald was supposed to have been killed by Dumbledore during their final battle however Hermione had learned that he had instead been effectively sealed away inside the prison Grindelwald had built during his war, Nurmengard.

Hermione and Lancer had flown to the prison and confirmed that Grindelwald had indeed escaped. With him on the loose and a Servant aiding him he was possibly an even bigger threat than Voldemort right now. It wasn't long before they realised that if he had already reacquired the Elder Wand from Dumbledore then he was going to go after the other two Deathly Hallows sooner or later. So here they were, waiting at the location of yet another Hallow for their enemy to arrive.

"...They're here," Lancer finally as a pop a short distance away signified the arrival of their enemy.

An old man with barely any hair clad in black robes and carrying a particular wand in his hand stepped into view of the Gaunt Shack with another man following close behind him. The old man's presence was overwhelming; appearing almost otherworldly as the world around him almost seemed to die. The second man had messy ginger hair that covered his right eye and was dressed in green armour with a green cloak along with a crossbow strapped to his arm.

This was Gellert Grindelwald and his Servant Archer...

"Wait out here," Grindelwald ordered clearly as he took a step towards the shack. "This will not take long."

"Try to have some fun," Archer waved after him.

'So that's the Dark Lord Grindelwald,' Hermione shuddered as she saw the old man enter the shack. His mere presence had faded some but it still felt like the cold hand of death had reached out and grabbed hold of the entire forest. Not even the Dementors had been capable of making her feel such despair and that was saying something. 'Can I really do this?' she asked in thought. What she was intending to do was reckless—suicidal even—but if she did nothing then he would get yet another Deathly Hallow and then he would go after the Cloak of Invisibility. He would go after Harry...

Suddenly Archer snapped his gaze towards where she had been hiding and slotted an arrow into his crossbow. He turned faster than a human was capable of and fired it at her. Despite hiding behind cover she knew that the tree wouldn't be able to withstand the attack and it would punch through it to hit her. Lancer phased back into existence between the two and raised his lance, deflecting the arrow to the side and away from his Master.

"I thought I felt something off when we got here," Archer commented wryly. "To think it was another Master and Servant."

"Your orders, Master?" Lancer inquired not taking his eyes off of the Servant of the Bow.

"...I'll leave him to you," Hermione answered finally. "I'm going after Grindelwald."

"I can't let you do that little girl," Archer grinned as he loaded another arrow into his crossbow.

"Reducto," Lancer incanted as he fired off a wandless bolt of blue prana at the bowman.

Archer threw himself out of the way and took aim at Hermione. The Reducto slammed into the ground where he had stood moments ago and exploded in a torrent of mud and rock. Archer fired, the arrow sailing through the air as fast as a bullet at the girl only for Lancer to throw his lance out to deflect the arrow away from his Master. Lancer quickly put himself between the two as he retracted the chain that connected his arm to his lance and pulled it back into his hands.

"Go on Master," Lancer told her and held out his lance towards the bowman. "I'll finish up here and join you later."

"...Stay safe," Hermione nodded and made a mad dash towards the Gaunt Shack.

"Damn," Archer cursed though made no move to stop her knowing that if he took another shot at the girl then Lancer would cut him down before he could finish her. "It doesn't matter," he sighed as he reloaded his crossbow and aimed this time at Lancer himself. "That girl has no hope of defeating the old man."

"You underestimate her," Lancer countered with a knowing smirk. "That girl is brilliant but scary, especially now."

Gellert Grindelwald had spent decades preparing for this and wouldn't let anything stand in his way this time. Half a century ago he had tried to conquer the world—both Magical and Muggle—but had ultimately been defeated and imprisoned by his old childhood friend Albus Dumbledore. The two had been inseparable in their youth and had glorious plans to create a peaceful world for the Greater Good of everyone. His dream of a peaceful world had been with his reach…

Sadly he had failed...

Albus had chosen to stand in his way of bringing about the utopia he had sought to create and had defeated him during their final battle. However instead of killing him Albus had chosen to spare him and lock him away within the prison that Gellert himself had built to imprison his enemies, or at least the ones he let live. He'd spent nearly twenty years locked up there before escaping his prison—after all he built the damn thing so he knew every hidden passage it had—and discovered the Holy Grail War which he had been researching for some time prior to his incarceration.

Grindelwald had kept a low profile to stay hidden from Albus and others while continuing his research on the Holy Grail War and more importantly its prize. A wish-granting artefact was something that people would kill for—himself included—however it seemed to be still in the preparation stage. He'd located the 'Greater Grail' after a decade and had recently found the 'Lesser Grail's location too though he was surprised by where they both were. Though that left the question of who exactly started this Holy Grail War...

It was the British Ministry's Department of Mysteries...

Centuries ago the Unspeakables had found various books regarding the 'Five True Magic' as they had been called and had set out to try and seemingly recreate them. They'd spent whole lifetimes trying to attain them and had limited success. Time Turners, molecular transfiguration, the Veil of Death intended to reach other worlds; they hadn't cared about anything but creating the most dangerous of all magic. Seventy years ago around the beginning of Gellert's war, the Department of Mysteries had built the foundations of the ritual called the Heaven's Feel.

He hadn't learned the details but the Heaven's Feel ritual was the Holy Grail War that they were now fighting; seven Heroic Spirits called from various eras to do battle for the prize of having a single wish granted no matter what it was. The Greater Grail had been hidden right under Albus' nose for half a century and the Lesser Grail had been completed just a few years ago. Even now he couldn't believe that Albus had never suspected that the Unspeakables had been planning all of this but even at the end his old friend hadn't known a thing.

Now here he was...

During his youth, Gellert had been obsessed with the Deathly Hallows and had dreamed of bringing all three of them together making him the one true Master of Death. He'd acquired the Elder Wand before beginning his war fifty years ago but Albus had taken it from him when he was defeated and imprisoned in Nurmengard. After escaping he had mostly remained hidden using that upstart Voldemort's actions as a smokescreen to hide his own and now that he had recovered his Elder Wand from Albus, he could finally track down the other Deathly Hallows. He would need all three of them if he was going to win this war and acquire the Holy Grail.

Grindelwald tore through the various protections and wards around the Gaunt Shack with annoyance. He'd entered this Merlin-forsaken place in order to acquire the Resurrection Stone however the sheer amount of dark and twisted defences that littered the inside of the shack was ridiculous even by his standards. He knew of Voldemort's relation to the Gaunts but he wasn't expecting the irritating little snake to be so paranoid as to ward a rundown shack to such a degree. Finally with a sigh he removed the last of the protections in place and approached the table in the center of the room. Resting upon it was a single ring with his precious Resurrection Stone imbedded within it and a dark, twisted compulsion coming from the ring itself completely unlike anything he had ever encountered.

"Avada Kedevra," Grindelwald incanted as he raised his wand and a green light engulfed the ring. He'd recognized what it was having delved into the Dark Arts himself significantly and learned of the abominations. To think that Voldemort would rend his own soul in such a manner, it was horrendous and foolhardy. He wasn't worried about the stone since he knew that it was practically indestructible and plucked the stone out of the ring a moment later.

Finally it was his...

"Diffindo!" a voice called out and he turned quickly.

"Protego," Grindelwald countered, creating a pitch black shield charm to defend against the severing charm. "Crucio," he shot back at his attacker only for them to disappear.

"Diffindo!" the same attacker called out this time from his left. Grindelwald dropped to the floor and rolled out of the way, knocking the table over to provide some cover. The severing charm hacked at the table upon impact as Grindelwald recovered and banished the table at his attacker only for them to disappear again.

Silence...

"Surprise is no longer on your side," Grindelwald said clearly and with a hint of warning. "Come out and face me."

A shuffle from the right...

The echo of a step...

"...You're not leaving this place alive," Hermione spoke up breaking the silence.

"A little girl is the one to challenge me?" Grindelwald mused. "Very well," he raised his wand and a green light shot out. "Avada Kedevra!"

Hermione disappeared just before the curse hit and reappeared behind the old Dark Lord. "Diffindo!" she exclaimed shooting another severing charm at him.

"Protego," Grindelwald spun quickly, batting the spell away from him and sending it into the wall. 'How is she doing that?' he thought as he trained his wand on her once more. 'Apparation?' he added before firing another curse. "Crucio!"

This time the curse hit before she disappeared and was soon followed by another ruffle from his right near the back of the shack. Hermione was on the floor, shuddering from the intense pain she had felt from the curse and trying to stand up again. Grindelwald wouldn't let her though as he levitated the table and then banished it at her, knocking her down. Grindelwald stepped forward, throwing the destroyed table to the side and aiming his wand down on her weakened form.

And then suddenly a loud thud hit the floor...

"N-not now," Hermione stammered out as she quickly grabbed what had fallen out of her hand.

But Grindelwald had already seen it...

"A Time Turner?" Grindelwald asked surprised and intrigued. "So that's how you were moving so fast," Hermione suddenly disappeared again and reappeared on the other side of the shack. "How are you doing that exactly?"

"L-like I'd ever tell you!" Hermione yelled out as she pushed herself back onto her feet.

"I can make a guess at least," Grindelwald mused. "You're using that Time Turner to effectively 'stop' time for a single moment and then apparating. In battle it's difficult to apparate without splinching so you can't go far; that's clearly why you haven't just escaped yet. Though I have to admit I don't understand how it is that you've managed to modify that Time Turner like this; usually they just send you an hour into the past but you're using it to stop time. It's clearly not perfect otherwise you could just stop time completely and then kill me so that must mean that whenever you use it, it doesn't last long. The universe doesn't conform to our desires so easily after all so how long can you 'stop time' for? A second? A minute? An eternity?"

"Shut up!" Hermione shouted back at him with her wand raised.

But the old Dark Lord was faster...

"Fiendfyre," dark and cursed flames exploded from Grindelwald's wand setting the entire Gaunt Shack ablaze. "This place was getting rather cramped anyway," he said before apparating outside.

Hermione coughed as the smoke entered her lungs and she dropped to the floor. She forced herself to stand and made a mad dash for the door, hoping to exit the burning shack before the fire killed her. She flung open the door and ran out, the Gaunt Shack crumpling a moment later. The fire soon spread to the surrounding forest, illuminating the night with the burning inferno that even now continued to rampage uncontested. She spotted Grindelwald a few feet in front of her, his form illuminated by the fire all around them. Standing here surrounded by the burning heat and with her enemy standing before her she realised one fundamental fact.

Only one of them was going to walk away alive...

The forest was Archer's favoured battlefield it seemed if the way he seemed to blend into the environment and disappear was any indication. Lancer begrudgingly acknowledged that the Servant of the Bow was undeniably skilled at hit and run tactics, striking whenever he saw an opening before retreating back into the safety of the dense woods. Lancer himself was used to fighting on the streets or any manmade setting but here in a natural environment it seemed his opponent had the advantage of terrain.

Archers were by their nature medium to long range fighters whom almost always kept a healthy distance from their enemy to ensure that they weren't cut down before they could shoot them. Lancers on the other hand were close range fighters preferring to jump into the thick of things and challenge their enemies directly. While both combatants fit the criteria of their Servant Class, neither of them were what you would consider 'normal' Servants.

Lancer jumped behind the cover of a fallen tree that had snapped at the base and lay on the ground beside its stump. A hail of arrows descended on him and struck the tree, almost completely punching through it. Lancer stared at the pointy end of the arrow sticking out of the side of the tree mere inches from his head and narrowed his eyes. He kept his head down as another three arrows flew overhead, striking the ground a few feet behind him and burying their tips in the dirt.

"How long are we going to play this game?" Archer's voice rang out from the woods.

"Maybe when you come out and face me," Lancer responded with a hint of disgust. "I expected such actions as this from an Assassin."

"Hehehe," Archer laughed as he jumped up onto the branch of a rather big tree and grinned down at him. "Now where's the fun in that?"

"Using such disgusting tactics like this," Lancer sneered up at him. "Where is your pride?"

"If pride was everything then those like you and that girl would be running away from our overwhelming pride. There are those like me who don't have any pride," Archer answered honestly as he readied his crossbow and aimed down at the Servant of the Spear. "Poisoned Arrow," he whispered and fired the arrow.

Lancer didn't even have time to curse his luck before the arrow crossed the distance between them and struck him in the shoulder. The arrow punched through the shoulder and right out the back as Lancer threw himself to the side, rolling behind another tree for cover. Archer grinned knowing that the poison in the arrow he had fired would leak into his opponent's blood and kill him from the inside. He backed off, disappearing back into the woods as Lancer rested his back against the tree he was using as cover and examined the arrow in his shoulder.

'I think I might hate this bloke,' Lancer thought as he wrapped his hand around the arrow and pulled it free from his shoulder. He stifled the yelp of pain from its removal and discarded it on the ground beside him. 'Poison huh?' he noted as the wound started to turn black. 'Not normal poison either.'

"Are you finished yet Lancer?" Archer questioned from his position hidden amongst the trees.

"I've dealt with worse than this," Lancer shot back.

"Hehehehe," Archer laughed honestly amused at his words. "You're an interesting one."

"What about you?" Lancer questioned. "Is hiding in the shadows all you can do?"

"I'm an Archer," the Servant of Bow shrugged in response. "What kind of Archer fights up close?"

"So you're a coward?" Lancer asked further. "I didn't think there was such a thing as a cowardly Heroic Spirit."

"I'm not a coward," Archer spoke clearly. "I'm a hunter."

"A hunter?" Lancer mused.

"Not all of us Heroic Spirits were nobles in life, you know?" Archer reasoned. "That would be so boring if we were."

"Reducto!" Lancer exclaimed as he hurled a blue bolt of magic where his opponent's voice originated.

The whole forest was consumed in a blue light as the spell connected with the tree Archer had been using for cover and exploded, throwing the two Servants away from each other and turning the tree itself into scarred particles. Archer landed in a heap having been blasted with considerable force thanks to his close proximity to the spell when it had struck and shook himself to clear the sudden feeling of numbness that threatened to consume him.

It was now that Archer made his decision; the Servant of the Spear's usage of magic was clearly equal to any Caster class Servant that could be summoned and were it not for the fact that Lancer still had his lance in his hands not to mention that Archer had already encountered Caster at the Ministry awhile ago, he would have thought that this was Caster. A Lancer with Caster-level magic was incredibly dangerous and Archer knew if he didn't finish this now then it could spell bad news for him in the long run even if Grindelwald killed that girl from earlier.

"Impressive Magecraft for a Lancer," Archer commented as he stood up straight and held out his crossbow arm. "It's been fun but it's time we ended this."

'Now what's he planning?' Lancer asked in thought. 'Don't tell me he's going to use his Noble Phantasm?'

"Bow of Supplication," Archer's voice echoed through the now burning forest as green vines exploded from the front of his crossbow.

They dug into the ground and burrowed under the earth, cracking the surface as it rushed towards the unmoving Lancer. Lancer himself jumped clear at the last second as the vines exploded from the ground, taking the shape of a yew tree in an effort to trap him. Suddenly the yew tree released a large blast of gas from its leaves which spread throughout the forest and consumed the still airborne Lancer. He landed a few feet away only for the wound on his shoulder to flare in pain, more than it had before even when he had removed the arrow.

'The poison has gotten worse,' Lancer realised as he looked at his now red and black wound.

"...Why aren't you dead?" Archer asked for once completely serious. His eyes were narrow and his crossbow now detached from the vines and loaded with another arrow. "That should have killed you and yet even after using my Noble Phantasm you're still alive, how?"

"...Poison doesn't work on me very well," Lancer answered with a smirk under his hood.

"Resistance to poison huh?" Archer questioned. "Who are you really? You're no normal Heroic Spirit..."

"Just a Lancer," the Servant of the Spear shrugged as if he were stating the obvious.

"Just a Lancer huh?" Archer gritted out in annoyance. "Yeah right," he said before turning away and making a mad dash back towards the Gaunt Shack. "I've had enough of this game."

'Where's he going?' Lancer thought in confusion before realisation struck him. 'Hermione!'

Hermione Granger stood her ground as she watched the Dark Lord Grindelwald step closer to her, the Elder Wand in his hand ready to deliver the next blow. She'd known her actions were suicidal when she'd challenged the old man directly—after all only Albus Dumbledore or Voldemort had ever matched him—and she knew when it came to he had far more experience in combat than she had. Despite the month long shadow war she and Lancer had fought against the Death Eaters, Grindelwald was simply in another league entirely.

While investigating the Department of Mysteries during the battle at the Ministry, she'd acquired a Time Turner before leaving and had modified one of it. Instead of turning back time by an hour her Time Turner effectively 'stopped' time for just half a second. It wasn't long enough to fire off a spell but it could be used to think of a location to apparate too which is what she had done. She'd hoped that this would give her an edge—something that she could use to close the gap between them—but in the end it just wasn't enough.

Using it in the manner she had was risky because she needed to flood the Time Turner with her magic the moment she needed to evade an otherwise lethal attack from the Dark Lord before her. In the end she wasn't fast enough to activate it and had been struck with a Cruciatus Curse. It had scrambled her thoughts even while under 'time stop' and she had barely been able to apparate out of the way before the world around her unfroze.

There was also the stress placed upon the Time Turner every time she stopped time for a moment; simply put they weren't designed to be used in such a manner and in such quick succession like this. The main reason someone hadn't used a Time Turner like this was the same reason that someone wouldn't go back into the past and change history. Those that tried to mess with it either found that their Time Turner had broken from the strain of being used to travel so far back or worse, the user themselves were erased from the time stream completely. By using the Time Turner several times in quick succession without allowing it time to 'cool down' she was effectively breaking it. Right now she guessed that she had maybe one more 'time stop' left before it became unusable…one chance...that's all she had...just one chance to win...if she couldn't do that then she was going to die right here.

"It's over," Grindelwald spoke clearly and raised his wand. "Avada Kedevra!" Hermione triggered the Time Turner before he even finished 'Ked-' and immediately line-of-sight apparated to the left. The green curse shot through where she had stood a moment ago as she levelled her wand at the Dark Lord before her. She felt her Time Turner break apart, shattering into pieces in her other hand and clattering to the ground at her side.

"Diffindo!" Hermione called out as she hurled the severing charm at him once more. This time it caught him by surprise however he was still able to deflect it slightly so instead of severing his head from his shoulders, it instead severed the top of his right shoulder off.

It wasn't enough...

"You!" Grindelwald snarled in anger. "Archer! Kill her!"

"Poisoned Arrow," a voice called out from the burning trees as a single arrow shot out and flew at Hermione.

Lancer appeared in front of her in a blur and deflected the arrow away with his lance. "You will not touch her," he almost growled back.

"Lancer..." Hermione trailed off.

"Master," Lancer spoke calmly. "Stay back, I'm going to end this now."

"Archer! What are you doing?! Kill them already!" Grindelwald shouted out the order.

Lancer reached into his robes and removed a single wand completely different from the one he had used previously. This wand was mind numbing and seemed to have an aura of death imbedded in the wood it had been crafted from. It wasn't normal and almost seemed to be alien in its origin. Not alien as in extraterrestrial but alien as in not of this world, like it had been crafted from material that simply didn't exist in this universe.

And Grindelwald recognized it instantly...

It was the Elder Wand...

The same wand that he himself possessed right now...

"Master!" Archer yelled as he rushed to his Master's side. This was clearly Lancer's Noble Phantasm...

"How do you have that wand?" Grindelwald whispered the question with wide eyes.

"Reducto," Lancer incanted as a blue bolt of magic shot out from the tip of the wand.

Unlike before in his battle with Archer when he'd used this spell, this time the spell was much faster and had far more power behind it. Archer was already moving having grabbed his Master and attempted to flee, hoping to escape. The Reducto curse struck the ground where they had been standing and exploded in a blinding light. It was as if a second sun had appeared in the forest that expanded for an instant, obliterating everything it touched before retracting and compressing in on itself.

Lancer stood unconcerned as the light died down revealing nothing but a half-mile wide wasteland in front of him and their two bleeding opponents lying face down a short distance away. It seemed that they had managed to escape the brunt of the curse from his Noble Phantasm however they were both finished and they knew it too. Hermione appeared at his side after a few long moments of silence and the two shared a nod. Hermione approached Grindelwald as he turned over and saw the sheer amount of blood that now covered his form. He was soaked in it and yet he was still clutching the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone instead of the wounds that littered his body.

"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized as she took the two Deathly Hallows from him. "Maybe if things had been different none of this might have happened."

"F-foolish g-girl," Grindelwald rasped out. "I-I did...it all...for...the...G-Greater...G-Good..." he fell silent as his eyes closed and the last of his life left him.

"...Goodbye," Hermione whispered as she stood up and stepped away from him.

Lancer stood over Archer a short distance away and raised his lance above the green-clad man's chest. "Any last words?" he asked plainly.

"It...was...fun..." Archer trailed off as a bloodied grin made its way onto his face.

The lance came down...

And Archer's body dissolved into prana...

"Master?" Lancer inquired sending a worried look over at the witch.

"Incendio," Hermione incanted as she set Grindelwald's corpse on fire.

Master and Servant stood amidst the sea of flames for awhile simply watching as the Dark Lord before them burned until he was nothing but ash. The two left soon after when it was clear that both the Muggles and Wizards would be investigating the fire and heavy magic usage in the area. They left behind the blood soaked and burning battlefield that was all that remained of the death match fought here between two Servants, a Dark Lord and a single Time-Travelling witch.

Here lies Gellert Grindelwald and Robin Hood...

Let it be known that their actions were done for the Greater Good of all...

Author's Notes:

I think I've given enough hints about Lancer's identity in this chapter and for the record it's most certainly not Mr Black from Rorscharch's Blots' HP fic 'Make a Wish.' Also Saber-Shirou was using Harry's invisibility cloak last chapter but I've gone back and fixed it so he's astrialized now. Like I've said before I had already written out most of the story but needed to iron out some of the details and sort through the mistakes like the time I put in Hermione Grindelwald. I've rewritten this story at least three times now so there are bound to be a few errors mixed in that I missed before posting it so please point out any mistakes you see and I'll try to fix them.

Originally I was going to have Harry summon Shirou while he was still alive like Shirou (and Kiritsugu) did with Arturia but then I remembered about the contract with Alaya that was used to place her in a sort of limbo until she could be summoned and so I discarded the idea for Shirou. This Shirou is dead and became a true Heroic Spirit, not a Counter Guardian like EMIYA. Also concerning Hermione's fight in Grindelwald—she never really stood a chance and would have died were it not for Lancer who I will admit is stronger than Archer in this fic. For the record Lancer isn't invincible but his abilities are nothing to sneer at either so in the end I think it evens out.

Profiles

Class: Archer
Name: Robin Hood
Master: Gellert Grindelwald
Magic-Magecraft: Poisoned Arrow, Wall of Thorn
Noble Phantasms: Holy Bow of Supplication

Class: Lancer
Name: ?
Master: Hermione Granger
Magic-Magecraft: Reducto
Noble Phantasms: Elder Wand

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