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Fate: Potter Night
Chapter7: Sword in the Stone
Harry Potter had just finished packing the remainder of his things and had been ready to set out in search of his wayward friend when he spotted a number of Aurors rushing down the corridor. Among them was Sirius' relative, a woman with pink hair called Tonks—apparently that was her surname—and she appeared rather flustered if her now red hair was any indication. The Aurors rushed passed him clearly in a hurry however Harry grabbed Tonks' arm stopping her long enough to get a question in.
"Where are you all going in such a hurry?" Harry inquired stopping her from leaving.
"Wha—oh it's you," Tonks blinked before nodding. "Look, I've got to go-".
"And you will once you tell me what's going on?" Harry questioned her.
"Look, I don't know really," Tonks replied clearly agitated by something. "All I know is that someone reported that the Hogwarts Express was attacked and the whole thing was warded. It hasn't stopped moving and no one has been able to get aboard it even with brooms to find out what's really happened."
"When was this?" Harry demanded.
"Not long after it left London," Tonks answered shaking free from him and taking off after her comrades.
The train had been attacked? It was night time already! That meant the train had been in motion for most of the day with the attackers aboard!
"Master, it is possible that a Servant maybe involved in this," Saber spoke up from his side concealed by the Potter invisibility cloak.
"I know," Harry nodded. "Let's go."
The stench of death was overwhelming...
That was Sirius Black's first thought when he saw the Hogwarts Express pull into Hogsmeade Station...
The whole scene was something straight out of a nightmare; the train was on fire and the carriages were wrecked. Blood and various body parts littered the scene, clearly children judging by their size. How many hours had it been since they'd received word of this attack? How many hours had they been trying to apparate onto the train or get close enough on brooms to hop aboard it only for the wards around it to injure or kill anyone who tried?
"Damn it," Sirius cursed. "There are children in there!"
"Get them out of there now!" Scrimgeour shouted the order to his subordinates.
And then suddenly a loud clang was heard bringing with it a new terror to the nightmare unfolding before their eyes; a dark black-clad figure kicked down the carriage door sending it crashing down before him with a thud. It was menacing with its back against the crimson flames that had consumed the carriage behind it as it stepped off of the train, its black armour shrouded in a black haze that seemed to coil around it as if it had a life of its own.
"Dear Merlin," a recently arrived Shacklebolt whispered at the sight.
And then a single figure stepped out from behind the Black Knight, seemingly unconcerned about the monster next to her. She was young—clearly a teenager—however the sheer despair she seemed to project was rivalled only by the Black Knight's terror. She wore a long black dress with red vein-like lines that stretched across her form, extending up from her clothes to her neck and the sides of her head. Her hair was white—almost silver—and her eyes were a sinister blood red.
"You're..." Remus trailed off with wide eyes. "Miss Lovegood, is that you?" he asked remembering her from some of his lessons teaching at Hogwarts years ago.
"Professor Lupin," Luna smiled almost happily. "It's nice to see you again."
"W-what is this?" a rattled Scrimgeour asked the question.
"I'm sorry," Luna apologized though the smile didn't leave her eyes. "It seems my fun might have gotten a bit out of hand."
"Fun?" Sirius asked.
"We were playing hide and seek," Luna explained. "It was fun."
"Hide and Seek?" Remus questioned now very pale.
"The fun is over now," Luna sighed sadly and looked over at the still burning train. "I've grown bored of this game anyway."
"Miss Loveg-" Remus started.
"Berserker," Luna spoke softly. "Kill them all."
It happened faster than they could react—one moment the Black Knight was standing immobile like a statue and the next he had shot forward at inhuman speed. He grabbed the downed door by the side and ripped off a chunk of it. Red veins stretched across the slab as he closed the distance between him and Scrimgeour. Berserker swung the slab right at him, taking his head off with one swing and splattering the man's blood all over his blackened armour.
"Stupefy!" Shacklebolt exclaimed as he fired off a stunning spell at the Black Knight.
Berserker stood still and took the hit but didn't falter; instead he launched himself at another Auror with the bloodied slab ready to be used again. Panic had settled in as the monstrous Black Knight tore into the Auror forces arrayed against him but to no avail; their spells barely seemed to slow it down and a few had even resorted to using Unforgivables only for Berserker to shrug them off too. Eventually the Black Knight turned his gaze on Sirius and rushed at him, murderous intent clear in its gaze.
'Damn,' Sirius thought as Berserker's form blurred into existence above him and swung the slab down. 'Sorry I failed you again Harry.'
Clang
"Sirius!" Harry's voice called out from behind him.
'What?' Sirius blinked as he stared at the scene in front of him. 'What the hell?'
Berserker had indeed swung the bloodied vein riddled slab down at him only for it to be deflected to the side by a white Chinese sword from a white-haired man dressed in blue and black armour. A second blade—this one a black Chinese sword—spun in his other hand and slashed at the Black Knight before him. For the first time since this slaughter started Berserker backed off, though not before the tip of the black sword cut across the his armoured chest.
"Harry!" a bleeding Remus shouted in shock as the green-eyed young man in question stepped up beside him. "You shouldn't be here," he tried to say only to wince as Harry walked passed him.
"Sirius! Get everyone out of here now!" Harry yelled to them.
"We can't! There are still children on the train!" Sirius shouted back.
"Tonks and her team are getting them now," Harry told him.
"Why aren't they here to help us?" Shacklebolt demanded.
"You can't save everyone," it was the blue and black clad man that answered. "They chose to save as many of the children as they can but by doing so they chose not to come and save you from that," he continued as he gestured at the Black Knight.
"Saber," Harry spoke clearly. "You deal with that monster," he gave the order and turned his gaze on Luna. "I'll deal with its Master."
"Now listen here Har-" Remus started.
"We don't have time to argue," Harry cut in with a glare shot at the werewolf. "I'll say it clearly; you're in the way."
Unfortunately they all had to concede that he was right; they were hopelessly outclassed and had no idea what to make of all of this. This was a nightmare from the start! The Hogwarts Express had been attacked and the students aboard were probably hurt badly if not outright killed. They had confronted the ones they thought were responsible for it and had been almost completely annihilated before Potter and this newcomer had shown up. They were forced to admit that right now they were simply out of their depth, and that fact galled more than a few of the surviving Aurors present.
"You're Harry Potter," Luna said and cocked her head to the side as if she were studying him. "I am Luna Lovegood and this is my Servant, Berserker."
"Berserker..." Harry trailed off. The Black Knight was a menacing character if he had ever seen one; only the likes of Voldemort or Slytherin's Basilisk could compare to Berserker's terrifying presence.
"Servant Saber," Saber introduced as he readied his swords—Kanshou and Bakuya. It wasn't common in Grail Wars for a Servant to say anything about themselves but it wasn't unheard of either; Archer probably wouldn't have done so but that was just another difference between the two. Oh well…
Berserker charged forward in a black blur, grabbing the lamppost that had stood shining its light down on the platform and red veins spread across it. Saber barely had time to raise his swords before Berserker swung it mutated lamppost from the side with enough to send the white-haired man hurtling deeper into the village proper. The Black Knight discarded the lamppost a moment later and took off after the Servant of the Sword.
"You're Saber won't last long against Berserker," Luna said sweetly. "Shall we have our own fun now?"
"Harry..." Sirius trailed off. No matter how you looked at it, this girl was dangerous if she could command such a monster like that Black Knight.
Who knows what other tricks she had up her sleeve?
"Get everyone out of here and evacuate Hogsmeade," Harry told them. "It's too dangerous to stay here right now."
"But-" Sirius started.
"Go!" Harry shouted at his godfather.
'...Damn it all,' Sirius thought before throwing the bleeding Remus' arm over his shoulder and helping him up. "Don't get yourself killed pup," he said before turning away. "Come on Kingsley! We need to get out of here!" Shacklebolt and the remainder of the Aurors still alive followed quickly, knowing that they wouldn't be able to do anything about the nightmare behind them in their present condition.
"...You let them walk away?" Harry asked finally.
"They're not fun to play with anymore," Luna answered with a smile. "Shall we get started then?"
Saber rolled to a stop in the center of the dimly lit street and shakily pushed himself back to his feet. His head was spinning and it took him a few seconds to recover, just in time to see his opponent to reach him. Berserker was fast and strong if that last blow had been anything to go by and he doubted all of that was the class' Mad Enhancement skill. His experience with Hercules back during the last Grail War he had fought in had possessed overwhelming physical strength that was only improved with the addition of that particular class skill. If this Black Knight was anything like him then this would certainly not be an easy fight to win...
Out of all the Servant classes, the only one he would hesitate to challenge alone was a Berserker. Those that qualified for the class were maddened warriors whom had lost all control during their lives and as Berserkers they were usually recognized as monsters. Hercules was an accurate example being someone whom none of the other factions of that war had dared to challenge in a straight up fight, or at least until Gilgamesh—the King of Heroes himself—had killed him in Einzbern castle. Despite having defeated Gilgamesh himself in combat at Ryudou Temple at the end of the last war, Saber couldn't help but acknowledge that had the King of Heroes taken him seriously then he would have been killed.
This Berserker was equally dangerous—if not more so—he realised when he saw the Black Knight pick up a tree of all things, alter it somehow and then throw it had him. Saber dodged the tree as it crashed down where he had stood moments ago and saw Berserker charging at him, a piece of metal that looked like it belonged to the fence he'd seen near the train station earlier in the knight's hands. Red veins were stretched across the surface of the metal as the Black Knight closed the distance between them and swung it down at him.
"Trace on," Saber grunted as his arms came up and a fresh pair of Chinese blades—Kanshou and Bakuya—appeared in his hands. The sound of metal striking metal echoed for an instant through the village as numerous witches and wizards around them had taken note of the fight. This was soon followed by the ground cracking and Saber's legs almost buckling trying to hold off this monster's inhuman strength.
Finally the Black Knight gave a loud unnatural roar that seemed to shatter the glass of the shops' windows around them and pulled back only to swipe at him from the side. Saber barely had time to duck under the swing and deflect it away from him with Kanshou. He spun quickly, Bakuya a whirl of movement as he turned and sliced into the side knight's armoured forearm. Berserker gave another roar and swung back, this time striking Bakuya as Saber had brought it up to defend him. Saber stabbed forward with Kanshou only for Berserker to raise his right foot off the ground and kick him away with enough force to send him crashing through the already shattered shop window of Derwish and Banges.
Saber groaned and shook his head to clear away the dizziness from the impact. He'd felt lightheaded and was bleeding from his mouth, not to mention his stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels right now. He forced himself to stand and take note of the monster in front of him as the knight stepped through the window and into the shop. Hogsmeade had been evacuated—everyone probably fled when they saw the fire coming from the train station—and that also meant that he was on his own here. He knew that no one was coming to save him or help him and anyone that did would probably only get in the way anyways so in the end it was down to him to stop this monster before it hurt anyone else.
You can't save everyone...
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try at least...
"Trace on," Saber incanted and a new pair of Kanshou and Bakuya appeared in his hands.
He only hoped his Master was having an easier time than he was right now...
With that thought he brought his blades up as Berserker charge...
'This can't get any worse,' Harry thought grimly as he deflected another barrage of beasts that the white-haired girl had called forth.
The battle hadn't been going well for him; the girl was small, fast and had impressive reflexes. She also seemed to know what he was going to do and when he was going to do it even before he did. His opening salvo of overpowered disarming charms were easily dodged, and she had returned by conjuring various animals—lions, tigers and wolves mostly—to attack him. Transfiguration wasn't really his strong suit but he knew most witches and wizards couldn't do that like she did.
From that moment on it had been running battle across the train station and into the now abandoned village. Hogsmeade was empty save for them and their two battling Servants deeper within the village that had stood as their battlefield. Harry had tried to get in close and take her down that way only for Luna to conjure more animals to intercept him. He didn't know how she could have such control over them but whatever she was doing in order to do so; it was proving to be frighteningly effective.
"You can run but you can't hide," Luna sang happily as another conjured lion lunged at him.
Harry paused as he ducked behind a bench and used it as cover just long enough to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor he had tied to his side. The Goblin-made blade was just as deadly to these conjured beasts as it was to humans and other races, something he proved by stabbing it through the lion's head. Conjured animals weren't really 'alive' in the general sense since they were mostly made out of their creator's prana and would break apart after enough time had passed. As constructs that were effectively projected into being, they didn't bleed when he shoved most of the sword right between its eyes and then pulled back.
The conjured lion broke apart a moment later and disappeared...
"Who says I'm running?" Harry asked and held out his sword to the side. "Out of the two of us, who is the one that's actually fighting and not just standing back letting their familiars do the work for them?"
Luna stopped smiling at that point and stared at him with a look that utterly lacked any kind of emotion that he was familiar with. It was as if she was looking through him and not for the first time since this battle had started he wondered if she could see the future. Judging by her unnatural reflexes and usage of having her conjured beasts intercept him whenever he tried to get at her that theory seemed more than likely given the way this little duel was going.
No...
This wasn't a duel...
This was a fight...
And yet this wasn't like the death match he'd fought with Snape, this was completely different. This girl was just a kid probably younger than he was and more than that, it was someone he didn't even know. He'd never met her before today and indeed, he hadn't even known she'd existed until he confronted her at the train station. Yet, he knew that she needed to be stopped before she could hurt anyone else like she had done on the Hogwarts Express...
How many lives had she taken today?
How many more would die if he didn't stop her here?
One thing was for certain though...
This girl was as dangerous as Voldemort...
"You've always been running," Luna's voice was soft as she aimed her wand at him. "You've been running so long you don't know how to stop."
"What are you-" Harry started.
"Incendio."
The sound of metal striking metal again and again echoed through the now burning village of Hogsmeade as the sudden sound of an explosion roared from the direction that their respective Masters were fighting. The battling Servants hadn't stopped their own personal war either and had long since moved further through the—thankfully abandoned—village, tearing it apart as they went. Whole buildings had either crumbled under the roar of steel or been consumed by the fire that now spread through most of the village after several volatile potions in the apothecary had been ignited during one of their repeated clashes.
Saber was on the offensive this time, Kanshou and Bakuya a blur as they battered away at the lone vein-covered pipe that Berserker held. He'd long since decided that the best defence against the Black Knight's inhuman strength was a good—and continuous—assault. Berserker had proven time and again that he could use anything he picked up as a weapon, seemingly changing them enough to stand up against a pair of Saber's own traced swords.
Suddenly Saber was pushed back, skidding several feet away and putting some distance between them. Then Berserker roared and barrelled towards him, his armoured boots cracking the pavement with every step he took. Saber threw his swords at the oncoming knight whom deflected them with the mutated pole in his hands and then traced another pair. Berserker closed in and swung down with the pole forcing Saber to bring both his blades up to defend. The pole locked in place as it struck the cross-guard with enough force to crack the ground and force Saber to drop to one knee.
"Trace Set," Saber gritted out as he traced a dozen swords in the air above them. "Fire," he gave the command and the swords fell. Berserker backed off upon seeing the barrage of cold steel that descended upon him, the blades raining down and striking the ground where the Black Knight had stood moments ago.
This wasn't working...
Berserker stood back staring at him as the fire around them grew hotter and brighter, illuminating the once dimly lit village. The Black Knight had proven time and time again that he was unquestionably skilled in physical combat, picking up anything he came across and using it as a weapon. Was it a Noble Phantasm of some kind? Just what was it to be able to do such a thing to common things that could be found all around them? Saber was still no closer to discovering Berserker's identity, mostly due to the fact that he couldn't think of a single Black Knight that matched the description of the one he was facing now. Who was this guy exactly?
Yet Saber couldn't help but feel that he was familiar in some way...
"Who are you?" Saber demanded pointing Kanshou at him with a glare. "What kind of knight—never mind a hero—can possibly be a Berserker? Answer me!" it was frustrating having grown to know and love Arturia as much as Rin over the years. The mere idea of a Berserker Knight went against the very image of Arturia's own knighthood and kingship. Shirou Emiya wouldn't stand for such an insult to her…
The Black Knight paused and stood still as the haze started to drift off of him, revealing his armoured form. Without the black haze masking his true form Saber was able to make out the details of his armour far better than he had before but that wasn't what stopped him cold. No, what caused him to stare in horror was the black—tainted—sword that the knight now held in his right hand. Saber paled at the sight of the blade as he recorded it within himself and all of the knowledge about it and its wielder.
Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake was a holy sword regarded as the counterpart to King Arthur's legendary Excalibur itself. It was a Fae-made sword gifted only to the strongest and bravest of all knights. However it had been tainted with blood and resentment, turning it into a demonic sword fit only for a maddened warrior. It was a Rank A++ Noble Phantasm...
Its wielder was...
"Lancelot of the Lake," Saber breathed out as he dropped both his own swords to the ground.
What was this?
Why was he summoned as a Berserker of all things?
Arturia...
Damn it all...
Berserker's mask broke apart revealing his mad-induced face to the world...
"Sa...ber..." Berserker rasped out before charging at him with his sword.
"...Trace on," Saber whispered finally as he saw the Black Knight close in. His Magic Circuits burned as his prana flooded through them, projecting outwards and forming the shape of a blade in his empty right hand.
Judging the concept of creation...
Hypothesizing the basic structure...
Duplicating the composition material...
Imitating the skill of its making...
Sympathizing with the experience of its growth...
Reproducing the accumulated years...
Excelling every manufacturing process...
Bind the illusion and make it a sword...
Berserker swung Arondight down intent on cutting him down where he stood only for Saber's right hand to come across his body from the left and bat the tainted blade away from him with his newly traced sword. Caliburn: Golden Sword of the Victorious shone with otherworldly light as it deflected Arondight to the side and then slid across the black blade. Berserker's eyes widened with recognition and surprise, barely having time to pull back before the golden sword took his head off. Berserker jumped back a short distance with blood now leaking from the cut on his cheek and stared at the traced weapon with shock, no doubt because of the nature of this particular blade.
Caliburn was a holy sword however it was more than that, it was a symbol of kingship and had only ever had one true wielder. This was the Sword in the Stone which chooses the king, a blade fit for only the greatest of kings to carry let alone wield. Long ago Arturia Pendragon pulled the sword from its stone and with it became the King of Britain under the name King Arthur. It was a Rank A- Noble Phantasm that was considered the predecessor of the legendary Excalibur and was one of the strongest weapons ever produced even if it lacked Excalibur's raw power. Saber raised the blade up and clenched both his hands around its hilt as he settled a glare on the Black Knight before him.
"Ar...th...ur?" Berserker strained in confusion.
"My name is Shirou Emiya," Saber declared. "I was once the Master of the Fifth Holy Grail War's Servant Saber, Arturia Pendragon in the Fuyuki city of my world."
"...Arthur!" Berserker roared and lunged forward again in a maddened charge.
Saber brought Caliburn up, deflecting the initial strike and batting the Black Knight aside leaving his left guard open. Berserker shifted his weight and spun, Arondight swinging at Saber from the side. Caliburn intercepted and took the brunt of the strike, pushing Saber back a bit. Berserker—now in a maddened rage at the sight of the golden sword—attacked again and again seemingly without end. The onslaught continued only for Saber to parry the hailstorm of blows that the Black Knight rained down upon him.
Saber knocked Berserker back with a swift deflection of his sword, sending Arondight high long enough to plant his foot on the knight's armoured chest and push. Both combatants stumbled away from each before regaining their footing and their eyes locked. They both knew what was coming...neither of them could keep this up much longer...they were tiring...the next strike would be the last. Amidst the sea of flames that had once been Hogsmeade village the two Servants charged at one another...
The sound of metal striking metal was followed by the loud whine of a sword sliding against another and then the echo of steel breaking. Caliburn impaled Berserker through the chest and the world suddenly froze as if time had stopped. The flames around them still danced under the moonlight but the two Servants didn't move and to them there was nothing else. Blood leaked from the Black Knight's mouth as Saber's hands trembled while trying to maintain their grip on Caliburn's hilt. Arondight fell from Berserker's hands and clattered to the ground as a sad smile settled upon his lips.
"...Sir Lancelot," Saber spoke softly. "Arturia did the best she could for you and her kingdom even if she failed in the end."
"She was...the greatest...of kings..." Berserker—Lancelot—rasped as his body dissolved into prana and scattered.
Saber stood still for a moment before he relaxed, his right hand holding Caliburn falling into place at his side and turned away.
Damn it all...
Harry barely had time to raise a shield charm before a barrage of fireballs rained down on his position and exploded with enough force to hurl him into the wall of a destroyed shop. The stone dented from the impact as Harry slumped to the floor, his wand and sword clattering next to him. As if the conjured animals weren't enough, his opponent had moved onto lobbing salvos of Incendio spells in addition to the beasts that continued to attack him.
He barely had enough time to stand up before another conjured wolf jumped at him; he caught it in time however and sung upwards with the Sword of Gryffindor. The blade cut the wolf clean in half mid-leap and crumbled into dust a moment later as a half dozen more circled around him. Between the animals keeping him occupied at close range and Luna taking pot-shots at him from a distance, it would only be a matter of time before he dropped from exhaustion.
Time for a game-changer...
"Expecto Patronum!" he called out and the stag-shaped patronus exploded from the tip of his wand. It galloped around him, surprising the conjured animals long enough for him to make a mad dash right at Luna herself.
As predicted Luna had already seemed to know exactly what he would do and had readied herself. Another pair of conjured lions standing guard next to her had moved to intercept him; Harry had already guessed that would be the case however and threw on his invisibility cloak. Luna's eyes widened and the lions stopped in confusion, unable to find his now cloaked form. Suddenly Harry threw off his cloak once he had cleared the two lions and lunged at the white-haired girl. Luna's eyes narrowed and she narrowly evaded the venom-infused Sword of Gryffindor as it cut the air to the side of her head. She kicked him away with more force than her small frame would suggest and he skidded to a halt a few feet away, enough time for her conjured lions to regroup at her side.
"How did you-" Luna started.
"So I was right," Harry nodded in confirmation. "You are a Seer."
"You..." Luna trailed off.
"Though your 'sight' doesn't seem to let you see through my invisibility cloak," Harry mused.
He'd gone through enough of Dumbledore's notes to know the true origins of that particular invisibility cloak that he had been using for years. To say it was a Potter family heirloom was an understatement, it had been in the family since its founding by Ignotus Peverell. It was more than just an invisibility cloak though; Saber had confirmed that it was in fact a C-Rank Noble Phantasm crafted from material that wasn't native to this world unlike regular invisibility cloaks. Clearly it could even keep him hidden from the foresight of a Seer too if this was any indication...
"...I don't want to play this game anymore," Luna said finally with a chilling smile. "It's been fun playing with you Harry but it's over now," her words were accompanied by the blackened prana that expanded outwards from her dress and encased her form. "Incendio," a stream of fire exploded from her tainted wand and shot right at him.
"Protego!" Harry called out as he hastily brought up a shield charm. The flames struck the barrier with the force of a speeding train and succeeded in pushing him back.
It wasn't enough...
No!
He wouldn't fall here!
Not now!
This girl...
There was something wrong with her and he wasn't talking about her actions today. He knew that people could be cruel and hateful having grew up with the Dursleys like he'd done. Later he had to deal with the likes of Snape and recently Dumbledore too but this girl was different, he was sure of it. The darkness was consuming her from the inside out so he couldn't judge the real her as she was now; that meant that even after everything she had done today and how many people she'd killed one fundamental fact stood out to him.
She needed to be saved too...
"Just give up already," Luna told him. "You're no longer any fun anyway."
"Shut...up..." Harry trailed off and threw off the stream of flames. "Just...shut...up...and…let…me...save...you."
"...Save me?" Luna blinked as if the words were beyond her understanding.
That was it...
She was so far gone she didn't even know that she needed saving...
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry exclaimed as he poured all of his remaining magic into his stag-shaped patronus. It galloped head long into the darkness that surrounded the white-haired girl and pushed it back, burning away the shadows with its otherworldly light. Luna gave a shriek of pain as the tainted prana that had consumed her was forcefully expelled from her leaving her naked form to collapse to the floor. "Get it Prongs!" he shouted at the stag-patronus and it pushed the darkness further away.
Harry rushed over to the downed Luna and shrugged off his robes leaving him in his muggle clothes and wrapped the robes around her form. His eyes widened when he saw the Command Sigil on her back suddenly flash before vanishing signifying that the contract between her and her Servant had been severed. That meant Saber had won judging by the fact that he still had his own Command Sigil on the back of his hand...
"Harry!" Saber's yell echoed through the night as he landed not too far away with a golden sword in his hand. He looked battered and his armour was cracked—not to mention he was bleeding heavily—but he seemed alright if incredibly exhausted.
"Saber!" Harry shouted back. "Destroy that thing!" he ordered as he pointed to the black shape that the tainted prana had gathered into.
Saber didn't ask what it was or where it had come from; its very nature made him want to throw up and die right there. He gripped the handle of his golden sword and lunged at the abomination before him. He stabbed forward, thrusting the blade through the center of the darkness and released the energy inside of the holy sword. Though not the legendary Excalibur, this sword was still incredibly powerful and obliterated the taint with one blow.
"Caliburn!" Saber called out as the swords exploded with golden light and the energy it released annihilated the darkness.
By the time the light died down the darkness had disappeared and the holy sword shattered like glass in Saber's hands. Silence descended upon the burning village of Hogsmeade as the Servant of the Sword turned back towards his Master and saw that the younger man was holding Berserker's Master in his arms. He was confused as to what had happened but judging by the feeling he had gotten from the tainted creature he had just destroyed, he knew that none of this would be simple or straightforward.
"Saber," Harry spoke up after a moment of silence. "I need you to get us back to the castle right now," he said and then narrowed his eyes at his Servant. "I'll make it an order if I have too."
"...There is no need for that Master," Saber nodded in understanding. "Though I must point out that she did try to kill you."
"I'll deal with her once we find out just what the hell happened," Harry told him as he picked the girl up into his arms. "Let's just get the hell out of here."
This whole night was a nightmare...
Author's Notes:
The ending of this chapter feels a little off but overall I like how it turned out and I had a lot of fun writing this one, especially the Saber VS Berserker fight. Anyway there are reasons why both Hermione and Luna have become what they are now and I think I've already mentioned what happened to Hermione last chapter with Greyback murdering her parents which was soon followed by her path of revenge. Luna's explanation should be coming soon and for the record it is nothing like Hermione's. Also concerning the stat system for this Servants, I'll be honest and say that I really don't know them well enough to write them out like others do. Sorry but that's just the way it is…
Profiles
Class: Saber
Name: Shirou Emiya (UBW Good Ending)
Master: Harry Potter
Magic-Magecraft: Projection (Tracing), Structural Analysis, Reinforcement
Noble Phantasms: Azoth Sword
Class: Berserker
Name: Lancelot of the Lake
Master: Luna Lovegood
Magic-Magecraft: N/A
Noble Phantasms: For Someone's Glory, Knight of Honour, Arondight
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