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Author's Note: I don't know how satisfying this is, but I liked the way it turned out. A lot. I ask your humble opinion about what you think of this. Also, tell me if you don't feel the "Hero of another story" vibe from Matthew (who will not be appearing for much longer, unfortunately). I don't think you guys know how fucking difficult it is to write a good duel scene with the Mage's Association and Dumbledore. It's like, the entire Fellowship of the Ring vs. a single Ork.
Mangekyo
"Can you go over the plan again? Except, succinctly?"
A few members of the Order of the Phoenix glared at Aoko, but Dumbledore chuckled goodnaturedly.
"As you wish, Miss Aozaki. Now, tell me. Are all weapons ready?"
Harry tapped a used milk carton that had been spelled to contain eight thousand runic slips and fingered Gellert's wand. If Dumbledore recognized it, he had purposely refrained from speaking about it. His other hand ran along the sides of the twenty two diamond wands he had managed to create the other day in his pocket.
Around him, everyone was silently confirming the existence of their weaponry.
Nicholas had drawn Balmung and it had sunk halfway to the hilt even as he dropped it onto the ground carelessly. Spurred on by a bit of one-upmanship, Harry pulled both the Crimson Ruby and the Joyeuse from within him and they both landed on the ground with a thunk. Everyone stared at them, waiting for the next move.
Before Nicholas or Harry could decide on the next course of action, Aoko had snatched the Joyeuse from the ground.
"Awesome! You brought a sword for me, too!"
"Do you know how to use it?" Perenelle asked gently.
"Well, no..." Aoko blushed. "But-"
"This isn't the time for you to be experimenting with a magical sword. Harry, dear, put it away." Appropriately chastised, Harry quickly drew it back into Kamui-space. Nicholas smirked at him without any sense of competition.
Harry found himself missing the Kusanagi and the Caliburn.
"Now that that's out of the way, does everyone have their Portkeys and Teleportation-coordinates?" Dumbledore wondered aloud.
Harry nodded, the longitude and latitude of his target memorized.
"Remember not to break ranks as we breach Little Hangleton. There is little we can do about Muggle-related disasters", Dumbledore gave a heavy sigh. "But we'll try our best to herd them away from the fighting. Remember this", he glared sternly.
"I will lead the Order of the Phoenix in for Muggle extraction." He gave another stern look to the various members who seemed to resent his statement. "The majority of these Mages are far beyond you in battle prowess", he reminded them.
"The Strike team that will smash the wards and spear through will consist of five people, to be determined. Nicholas and Harry will definitely be within this unit."
"Let me go with them", muttered Aoko, looking unsure for the first time. "I feel the tendrils of Fate tugging at me, a sure need to dive into the breach... err... I can't think of anything that sounds cooler than that."
Nicholas burst out laughing, but he seemed to be the only one who thought she was funny.
Perenelle stood. "I'll go, Albus. I can't bear to let Nicholas do this alone."
"Oh, the drama", Nicholas groaned. "He's one sorcerer with a Fate rune. Big fucking deal. This isn't the Great War. This isn't Loxias. This is a little terrorist punk who thinks he's big shit or something."
There were a few uneasy chuckles.
"I'll be the last member to go", said Matthew. "I'll be representing Universal Research. According to Harry, I have a certain amount of armor provided by Fate/Flow, and my Gematria chants provide very good protection."
Dumbledore nodded. "Now that we're all accounted for, we shall begin." He waved an intricately carved wand that Harry recognized as a source of immense strength. All of the Portkeys glowed.
"This is your last chance to back out", Harry shouted over the din of nearly-activating Portkeys.
No one did.
"Kamui."
Harry appeared in the small British town known as Little Hangleton, his wand at the ready.
Aoko melted out of the ground, and Nicholas flashed into existence. Perenelle had appeared in a spray of fine red mist that looked horribly similar to blood. Matthew arrived by Portkey.
"They're at the village entrance, Aoko", Harry muttered, assuming she hadn't listened to a word of Dumbledore's.
They stood in front of a decrepit old manor house.
"Wardbreaking. This is not my specialty, but I'm sure you are more than capable, Harry. Command us." Nicholas sheathed Balmung.
"Matthew. Gematria, reversal, third chant. Nicholas, Elijah's Falling Flames with me, on three. Aoko, the Gematria will light up all the weak points as if they were Christmas decorations. Lady Flamel, do as you believe is wise?"
"Hebrew?" Nicholas wondered.
"Yes. I'll be utilizing the Arabic. Matthew, start chanting now."
Matthew brought his hands together in prayer and began whispering quickly. The soothing phrases of the Gematria threw up waves and waves of pure magic through the air.
"Down. Left flick", Harry muttered. "Back flick. Magic is my creed. Forward snap. Magic is my creed. Eelea al-lahab asacut!"
The Gematria system hit the wards on the manor. The wards easily repelled the nonspecific effect, but the magic clung onto it as if it were napalm, and gravitated to certain points in the dome that surrounded the manor.
Harry directed the huge burst of Flames, partially powered by Fate/Summer. The wards cracked like glass, but the black and gold anchor points held firm.
"Watashi wa ta no dare kareri-."
"Speak some bloody English, woman!" Nicholas growled.
"But I'm actually Japanese! And you're totally messing with me! You know more Kanji than I do!"
"It doesn't matter! What does that even mean?" The shiteating grin was shiteating.
"It's my soul Aria! I can't chant it in English! Screw you, Nicky!"
Aoko completed her chant. "This is the nuclear option, Harry. The one that I didn't use on you."
A huge black line left her fingers and slammed into a ward anchor. Nothing happened at first.
Then a Point formed at the anchor and began throwing lines everywhere, covering the entirety of the Wards. Aoko didn't even look strained.
"Boom."
There was no actual explosion. The Wards simply disappeared as if they were never cast.
"This is the Miracle of Entropy as it should be used, Harry", Aoko smirked.
"The Green spark signal! They've evacuated all the Muggles. Second layer assault, now", Nicholas called out, his skin taking on a silvery sheen that indicated use of the Philosopher's Stone.
Harry sent the used milk carton careening through the air with a charm. The runic slips flew everywhere as he activated them.
"Ponno tis ammou!" he cried, the final phrase being the infamous Pain of Sand.
Some of the slips dissolved, spraying huge amounts of the spell's materials everywhere. And then the sand expanded and vibrated like a blob of some sort.
There were several screams within the Manor as the sound of Apparition was heard.
The sand swallowed up the structure whole and retreated into the ground, crushing the entirety of the wood and stone structure bit by bit.
In the distance, the voice of Albus Dumbledore was heard. "Blaze of Merlin, Attend me!"
A huge gout of the First Blaze tore through the air, superheating everything that wasn't a wizard.
"Amaterasu!" The Fate/Summer rune glowed as the black flames jumped out of his right Eternity and joined the conflagration of the First Blaze.
The Sand instantly became glass.
The Wind and Water provided by the Barthomeloi siblings tore through the air as a localized typhoon of sorts, sending molten glass and sharp shards everywhere.
Harry nodded in approval as the figure of Lord Voldemort burst out of the rubble, horribly burned, his wand of white yew jumping between his hands.
"Lightning. He's charging a lightning spell of some sort." Nicholas muttered. "He's dividing current between his hands."
Sure enough, a jet of the element jumped straight at Harry with a huge bang.
Harry waved Grindelwald's wand in an arc, and a small burst of the black flames neutralized it easily, destroying the magical content of the spell.
"His rune. It is Fate/Zero", Harry muttered in realization. Nothing else would allow him to imbibe other powers in the way he had.
Harry recognized the spell as a trademark of House Avery. The split lightning was really obviously created, but impossible for people who didn't possess the blood.
Several spells flew towards the man, undoubtedly from the Order of the Phoenix, but Voldemort's body contorted like a snake.
"Black. Body transmutation. He's stolen the Black blood as well", Harry muttered. Lorelei, who had appeared near him, looked horrified.
"He's stealing Bloodlines?" she all but screamed.
"Observe. Do you see it?"
The Earth manipulation of House Selwyn was in effect. A huge shield of thick dust and dirt formed around Voldemort.
"Susano'o-dono", Harry whispered. "Everyone, get back!" he shouted, as silver and gold mist leaked out of his every orifice and formed a sort of armor around him.
"Never cut twice... never cut twice", he muttered, the mantra helping him focus.
The Sakecutting Sword blocked the flying dust which was attempting to choke the various mages.
"Adapt and reflect. Reflect and adapt. Adapt..."
The Mirror of Yata wrapped around the entirety of the assault team and the dust was neutralized in a huge spray of mist. It began to rain mud.
"Pyroclasticas!" Voldemort cried.
Harry groaned in frustration, snatching the volcanic buildup out of the air with spell after spell in a Flurry-esque motion.
"Do something!" Harry roared as he stopped another clump of lava from frying an Order member alive. Flamel, too was shooting debris out of the air at insane speeds. "This is like playing missile command in a muggle arcade!"
Voldemort's wand was producing more and more volcanic discharge.
"You're all useless! Aoko, blow them out of the air, damn it!"
Aoko complied.
Harry stared at Voldemort's spinning red eyes and growled in anger. "Amaterasu!"
The Shining Heavens burst forth from the ground and very nearly consumed the Dark Lord, but Voldemort managed to move out of the way in time to dodge the worst of it.
"I did it", Matthew groaned, sinking to his knees. His Gematrian chant had ripped through the anti-Portkey Wards that were activated after the destruction of the Manor's dome.
The Pyroclasm Curse had been interrupted, and now, the Order was Portkeying away, leaving the members of the Mage's Association and Dumbledore at the scene.
Voldemort looked confused, then angry.
"Avada Kedavra!" came the high, cold voice, but it was just a single killing curse, and Harry dodged very easily.
"You've stolen my birthright!" Harry roared, the flames of Amaterasu leaving his eye in jets. "Fly, Caliburn!"
Harry traversed the distance between himself and Voldemort slightly faster than the speed of sound, surprising the older wizard greatly.
It appeared that Voldemort was a master of defensive spellwork, as Harry collided rather painfully with a barrier, breaking through it through the use of his Charge Step and the speed of the Caliburn itself.
"Barriers. The Malfoy craft", Harry identified.
Voldemort didn't answer him, choosing to fire another burst of lightning at Harry. Harry's Charge Step absorbed it.
Voldemort hissed in frustration, and Harry realized that Voldemort had no set Absolute Defense.
"You call yourself a Sorcerer!" Harry mocked, flinging spells that Voldemort had never seen before, but countered perfectly with his eyes.
Harry snarled as he watched Voldemort pick up his edition of the Flurry.
"Overwhelm him!" Harry suddenly realized. "Overwhelm him! Power! More power and he'll fold like a house of cards!"
He dropped to one knee and pointed his wand at the still-floating Voldemort.
"Summer compels you!"
A huge burst of fire, hotter than anything he had summoned against Flamel, and more virulent than Fiendfyre itself, jumped out of his wand in quantities that Harry would have taken minutes to match with his Right Eternity's Shining Heaven. The rune on his hand sent a shudder of pleasure through him.
"The Blaze of Merlin attends me!" Dumbledore shouted, adding his own fire to the mix.
"Truth beyond the Creation!"
"Entropy realized!"
"Flow reversed!"
Tactical nuclear missiles had nothing on the sheer destruction caused by the utilization of five Fate runes.
Harry felt the stifling effects of Fate/Zero cut off suddenly, and he knew Voldemort had lost.
The fires stopped.
"Incant the Soul Cage", Harry muttered to Matthew.
"That's Kaballah, Harry. I'll do it", Aoko shouted over the roar of the dying flames and exploding Black Points.
Her voice began as a low chant of very quick Hebrew.
Magic washed over the clearing and Harry realized that she didn't quite have enough magic left, and began a mime chant, utilizing his slight precognition. He joined hands with her.
Matthew, who was a genius of the Systems, picked up the twenty five verses after two listens and added himself to the pair, chanting in a slight crescendo.
"Ahh, yes, I remember it", decided Perenelle after several more listens. She ducked under Harry and Aoko's joined hands and stood within the circle, turning and chanting three-against-two and creating a sort of syncopation that added depth to the magic.
Harry suddenly broke away from the circle, snapping his wand in a repeated motion and walking in formation around the area in which Voldemort's soul was entraped.
"What's he doing, Nicholas?" Dumbledore queried, staring at Harry's footwork.
"Those are the Eight Trigrams of the Tao, the rune known as Fate/Seal. Observe the coalescence of the magic, Albus." For a moment, Dumbledore was brought seventy five years into the past, when he was a bright-eyed young man studying under the greatest Alchemist in history.
"Seal!" Aoko called out. Perenelle and Matthew echoed her and Harry spread his hands.
The rune whose path he had walked flashed gold and shrank in size until it became an octagonal prism of golden light with black smoke trapped within it.
Harry levitated the System Seal and presented it to Dumbledore, whose face had become grave.
"This... is a Soul Fragment", Dumbledore stated heavily. "Precisely, a very small Soul Fragment. Ruptures... generally split souls in two. Voldemort has split his soul at least four times."
"Fuck it all", Harry spat. "Kill him. Kill all of him. We're going to kill all of him!" he shouted. "Amaterasu!"
The Black Flames consumed the Systems Seals whole, destroying both the soul fragment and its container.
