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Fate: Potter Night

Chapter10: A Grim Old Place

Luna Lovegood groaned as her eyes fluttered open and light consumed her sight. Her vision was blurred as she felt pain shoo through her body and lay on the warm and welcoming bed she was currently using. Whether it was a minute or an eternity, the pain eventually subsided and her vision finally cleared enough for her to make out where she was. The room was rather miserable with dark wallpaper, crooked floorboards and junk littering the floor.

Where was she?

The Last thing she remembered was...

It all started when she'd been going through one of her mother's old research books and found references to the 'Holy Grail' in them. They detailed the nature of the ritual and the war itself, including her role in it. It was that day she found out what had really happened to her mother and the real reason she had died. Luna had gone insane when she'd found it out and had confronted her father about it. It turned out her father knew all along and had chosen to ignore it, acting the way he did to cover up his own negligence.

Luna had then summoned her Servant Berserker and killed her own father...

She knew what she was now—an imperfect Lesser Grail created by her mother's experiments which had cost the woman her life—and that knowledge had only made it easier for Angra Mainyu to consume her. All the evils in the world had corrupted her and turned her into a monster that had set out to punish everyone that had hurt her. She'd attacked the Hogwarts Express and set her Servant Berserker loose on the only one who could challenge her, Servant Rider. After Berserker had dealt with Rider and her Master, Luna had systematically slaughtered everyone she came across.

The Ravenclaws? Luna had always been bullied by her housemates so it was only fitting that she kill them all. Slytherin? They were arrogant and abusive to anyone that wasn't Pureblood or a part of their crowd so she had Berserker kill them all. Gryffindor? She remembered the Weasleys and how hurtful they were to those around them so her conjured animals ripped them apart though Ginny did manage to escape her in the end. Hufflepuff? Did she really need a reason at this point?

And then Hogsmeade...

She'd been fighting...

She'd been defeated...

How?

Her Servant...

Berserker...

Who could have beaten Sir Lancelot of the Lake?

"You're finally awake," a voice spoke up from the doorway.

"Harry...Potter..." Luna trailed off confused. Of course she knew who he was—she wasn't that far gone—but she hadn't expected him to be here. Honestly she had expected to be dead right now after losing against—Harry Potter—suddenly it all came flooding back. She and Harry had fought and in the end he'd defeated her, breaking the hold Angra Mainyu had on her. "How?"

"You shouldn't try to move," Harry warned as he sat down in the chair beside the bedridden girl. "Your body is barely holding itself together after everything you've been through."

Of course...

Between her possession by Angra Mainyu and the fact she now had five legendary souls stored with her, her body was straining just to keep from dying outright.

"Why?" Luna asked as tears started to fall from her eyes. "Why are you helping me?"

Why?

After everything she did and all the people she'd hurt, why would he save her?

"...I don't need a reason to save someone," Harry answered honestly. And that was the truth as far as he was concerned despite what other people thought about it. Harry Potter was a hero even if he didn't want to be one, and as a hero he tried to save everyone even though he knew that he couldn't. Right now this girl needed such a hero and he would be it for however long she needed him to be.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Luna cried as Harry pulled her into his arms. "I-I'm s-sorry a-about e-everything."

"It's okay," Harry whispered softly into her ear. "It'll be okay."

"N-no i-it's n-not," Luna stammered out. "I-I c-can s-still f-feel i-it t-trying t-to take m-me a-again."

Angra Mainyu was not gone...

"I know," Harry smiled sadly. "I'll find some way to help you if you'll let me."

No 12 Grimmauld Place had been the Black family's ancestral home for generations when it was originally built before the Statute of Secrecy was implemented so it wasn't really surprising that it was located in a muggle neighbourhood. The Blacks had always been a well-known dark-aligned family prior to the almost complete destruction of the bloodline over recent years from the Voldemort War nearly two decades ago and the current Holy Grail War. At this point there was only one Black left and that was Sirius, his godfather.

Harry Potter sat at the kitchen table alone thinking over what he'd done by choosing to save Luna and bringing her here. He didn't trust the Ministry after what they'd done in the past and it wouldn't surprise him if they had locked her up or sentenced her to the Dementors Kiss just to be 'seen as doing something' about the situation. Honestly after everything he'd been through and all the betrayals from Dumbledore—not so much Snape since he'd always known that the man was a complete bastard—the Ministry and pretty much every adult in his life other than Sirius, Harry was forced to acknowledge the fact that he usually expected the worst out of people these days.

Maybe it was the war that had changed him…

Or maybe he'd always felt that way and had just now started to notice…

"Well Harry," Sirius said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen. "You've certainly gotten mixed up in something crazy huh?"

"Tell me about it," Harry chuckled bitterly. He'd explained the situation to his godfather and Sirius understood the dangers involved though he did worry about what this all meant for Harry.

"Amy's mad that you took off with the Lovegood girl," Sirius grinned sheepish. "I told her I was looking into tracking you down."

"Thanks for covering for us Sirius," Harry nodded with a sigh.

"Even though I told her that she's still worried," Sirius told him. "We've just gotten word that Voldemort attacked Diagon Alley and blew up the whole place including Gringotts."

"I was wondering where he'd disappeared too," Harry mused having expected the snake-faced bastard to do something to add to the chaos.

"Yeah well the Ministry is in an uproar at the minute," Sirius continued.

"When did this happen?" Harry asked him.

"A couple of hours ago," Sirius replied. "The Aurors are all over the place now but old Snake-face is long gone like usual."

"That's just g-" Harry started only to pause for a moment and then stand up.

"Harry?" Sirius asked eyeing his godson's actions.

"Someone just tripped the wards I put up outside the house," Harry responded as he turned.

"No one knows that you're here," Sirius spoke as he stood up too.

"Saber," Harry uttered as he headed for the door.

"I already know," Saber said from the doorway. "One prana signature."

"Just the one?" Harry asked before nodding. "Let's go see who it is then."

Hermione Granger was soaked from the rain which had fell on the quiet city as she fled from the scene where her Servant was slain by the Dark Lord and his own Servant. Lancer was gone but she was still alive and she would make sure they paid for what they'd done tonight. For now though she needed to reach him if she wanted to live and see tomorrow. She'd known that if her Servant was killed then she likely wouldn't live long either but at the very least she wanted to see him again if only one last time. Lancer had taken her here once though she couldn't see it properly because of the Fidelius charm put in place but he had told her if she was ever in trouble and he couldn't help her anymore then she was to come here.

Well she was in trouble now…

"Hermione…" a familiar voice trailed off and for a moment she thought it was Lancer. She looked up at the building before her and saw that it wasn't her Servant but instead the boy she'd known for years. "What are you doing here?" Harry Potter asked clearly surprised to see her.

"H-Harry?" Hermione stammered back as her tear stricken face looked up at him. "C-can I come in?"

"…Sure," Harry nodded and looked over his shoulder.

He didn't ask anything further, only taking a piece of paper from the hand that emerged from the wall behind him and then approached her. He walked over to her, disregarding the heavy rain and offered her the paper. She looked down and read what it said as the Fidelius charm filtered through her, allowing her to see the house. He gestured towards the door and she nodded before heading inside with him following close behind her.

"Thank you," Hermione told him as they entered the house.

"I trust you," Harry responded honestly. "You're one of the only people I trust with my life."

"Despite the fact that I'm a Master?" Hermione asked before smiling sadly. "Or should I say former Master?"

"What happened?" it was Saber who asked the question from near the stairs. "Where's Lancer?"

"He's gone," Hermione confirmed. "He was killed in Diagon Alley by Voldemort and his Servant Caster."

"Voldemort has a Servant…" Harry trailed off with wide eyes. The creature that was once Tom Riddle was a nightmare to deal with normally, Harry couldn't even comprehend just how dangerous he was now that he had a Servant at his command. "Never mind that right now; let's get you cleaned up and then you can get some sleep. You can tell us everything in the morning, okay?"

"Y-yes," Hermione nodded in understanding.

She had a lot of explaining to do…

The next morning started off quiet for Harry as he woke up and got ready for the day. As he entered the kitchen he saw that Saber was already there cooking at the stove while Sirius sat at the table with a Daily Prophet newspaper in his hands. Judging by the Dark Mark displayed in the image on the front along with the headline being You-know-who attacks Diagon Alley it wasn't that hard for him to piece together what it was reporting about.

Harry sat down at the table without a word and looked over at his Servant whom looked absolutely ridiculous in the pink apron. Honestly if Harry hadn't seen what he could do and how strong he was, he would have never have taken the Servant of the Sword seriously judging by the image he was currently seeing. Sirius himself was paying it no mind and continued reading his newspaper. Eventually Luna arrived and quietly sat down beside her saviour, sending glances at Harry as she did so.

Finally Hermione walked in…

"Morning Hermione," Harry greeted with a wave.

"Harry..." Hermione trailed off and sat down opposite him.

"You're looking better than you did last night," Harry commented.

"Thank you," Hermione said with a small smile.

"Who wants waffles?" Saber asked from as he removed a tray from the cooker.

Saber was used to cooking western food after moving to his world's version of Britain with Arturia and Rin when the latter had started attending the Clock Tower. However just because he was used to it doesn't mean he preferred it over his homeland's own food even if Arturia enjoyed anything he cooked and put in front of her. He set the food down the plates on the bench and then placed the plates in front of those at the table. They mostly ate in silence with the odd small talk between them until they finished their breakfast…

And that's when they started on the real conversion…

"Hermione," Harry started. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"…Lancer and I went to Diagon Alley last night to get some supplies because we were running low," Hermione began. "We were heading to Gringotts when werewolves attacked the alley and started biting everyone."

"It was a full moon yesterday," Sirius winced. "Remus was locked up at one of Moody's old safe houses last night because of it."

"Lancer killed the werewolves before they could come after me but Caster showed up and set the alley on fire. We fled into the bank trying to get away," Hermione shook as she recalled the events of the night before. "We discovered that Caster is actually Salazar Slytherin."

"Salazar Slytherin…" Harry trailed off.

"What, you mean like the founder himself?" Sirius asked confused.

"A Servant is a hero of legend that is summoned to fight in the Holy Grail War," Saber answered. "If this 'Salazar Slytherin' has been summoned here then it's imperative that we discover any weakness he may have before facing him."

"Slytherin? Weakness?" Sirius laughed bitterly. "Unless you count the fact that he's a slimy snake then no I don't think he has a weakness."

"No one is invincible," Saber responded. Hercules…Medea…even Gilgamesh…he knew their natures but had never thought that any of them were invincible.

"Voldemort infiltrated the bank before us and released the dragons guarding the vaults under Gringotts. The dragons brought down the whole building," Hermione continued. "After the bank collapsed Lancer chose to face Voldemort and Caster alone to buy me time to escape."

"As any good Servant would," Saber spoke up in agreement with the action.

"I didn't want to go," Hermione whispered. "I wanted to stay with him but…"

"He told you to run," Harry nodded knowingly. "It's what I would have done."

Hermione seemed to freeze for a second before sighing and a sad smile slid onto her lips. "Yes," she agreed. "That's what you would have done."

"So what happened next?" Harry asked her.

"I ran," Hermione replied simply. "Voldemort sent Dementors after me but Lancer's patronus pushed them back long enough for me to get away and escape into muggle London. My Command Sigil faded soon after," she finished as she looked down at her now bare hand.

"I see…" Harry trailed off.

"And then you came here," Sirius spoke up with some confusion evident on his face. "How did you know to come here of all places?"

"…I can't answer that," Hermione responded quietly.

"Why not?" Sirius questioned further.

"It's complicated," Hermione answered.

"…What else can you tell us?" Saber inquired.

"My parents were killed a month ago by a werewolf called Fenrir Greyback," Hermione replied. "Lancer killed him and we left soon after. We've been hunting down Voldemort's Death Eaters and their sympathisers ever since. We've also been searching for the things that are keeping him from staying dead and destroying them."

"What things?" Harry asked her.

"They're objects that contain fragments of Voldemort's soul," Hermione explained. "As long as one of them exists then Voldemort can't really stay dead."

"A soul fragment?" Harry asked sending the equally startled Saber a look. "That sounds like-".

"The one present in your scar when you summoned me," Saber nodded.

"Wait—what's this about a piece of Voldemort's soul in Harry's scar?" Sirius spoke up in frantic surprise.

"Harry has had wrackspurts in his scar since his parents were killed years ago," it was Luna who answered almost innocently. "Though they seem to have gone now."

The silence that followed was incredibly awkward…

"It's gone now though," Sirius reasoned before turning to his godson. "Right?"

"Saber dealt with it," Harry answered with a nod.

"Anyway Lancer and I destroyed most of the Horcruxes—the soul fragments—but the only one we couldn't get to was the one in this house because of the Fidelius charm," Hermione continued and raised her hands defensively. "Don't worry, I've found the last one but I'll need Harry's help to destroy it since only a parslemouth can open it. With that gone only Voldemort's pet snake will remain as his last anchor to this world and once that's gone too, Voldemort will die."

"…Let's deal with that now," Harry said as he stood up.

It didn't take long for Harry and Hermione to deal with the Locket that once in possession of Salazar Slytherin himself a thousand years ago and been turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort. Apparently Basilisk venom was one of the ways capable to destroying these abominations and Harry just so happened to have a sword that was coated in the stuff to deal with the locket. One swing from the Sword of Gryffindor and the locket was destroyed along with the soul fragment contained within it.

As Harry walked down the stairs he saw his Servant leaning against the wall next to the door to the living room...

"Master?" Saber inquired simply.

"We're going out for awhile," Harry told him.

"Where are we going?" Saber questioned further.

"We're going to investigate Malfoy Manor," Harry replied. "Voldemort's probably there if what I've heard about the place is anything to go by."

"And the others Master?" Saber asked.

"This house is under the Fidelius charm," Harry reasoned. "The only way in is if Remus tells someone about it."

"If you say so," Saber nodded.

"Let's go," Harry said as he turned and headed for the front door with Saber close behind him.

Sirius was at the door waiting for them...

"So you're heading out huh?" Sirius commented.

"Sirius-" Harry started.

"I know what you're doing is dangerous," Sirius interrupted with a smile. "But I know this is something you have to do," he sighed and shook his head. "My only regret is not being able to help you further."

"...Thanks for caring Sirius," Harry smiled back.

"Good luck," Sirius told him as his godson passed him.

"We'll be fine," Harry said as he left the house.

"Keep him safe," Sirius spoke to the Servant of the Sword.

"No harm will come to him if I can help it," Saber nodded in return and followed after his Master.

'James...Lily...' Sirius thought as he stared after his godson. 'Can you see him now? Are you proud of the man he's become?'

Author's Notes:

I've gone back and corrected the 'Servant of the Lance' replacing it with the Servant of the Spear. Fast update this week since I'm now officially on holiday for a week and a half.

Profiles

Class: Saber
Name: Shirou Emiya (UBW Good Ending)
Master: Harry Potter
Magic-Magecraft: Projection (Tracing), Structural Analysis, Reinforcement
Noble Phantasms: Azoth Sword

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