AN: hey this is maticore just a note to say that all props for the orriginal IP's goes to their orriginal owners.

Shadowwalker (re-edit)

In an isolated area in the mountains in Antarctica there stood one of the world's most advanced research centers. The technology created within this base while largely experimental is all a mix of mage craft and technology. The goal was for the betterment of humanity as a whole. This was how the Chaldean security organization came into being. A group that would use their resources to try and stop disasters before they happen. Using their unique technology such as the Sheba lens to take snapshots into a brief future or past they could carry out this mandate.

However, this goal grew exponentially when the lens showed that the world was going to die. This was the beginning of what would be known as the Grand Orders. It was quickly found that spots of temporal anomalies were trying to over right the timeline thus causing the problems. They would send teams into these areas using their unique magecraft powered technology to try to resolve the anomalies.

Along the way more and more servants were summoned to aid the process of resolving the goal of preserving humanity. Of those summoned, there were Gods in human bodies, Demigods, unknowns, mythical heroes, to folk heroes. Every one of them were powerful beyond belief.

The issue was that to be able to summon being of such ability, requirements were needed to be met. The first was that huge amounts of mana or magic as it was colloquially known luckily for those at the research center one of the technologies they had created was a power generator that instead of electricity it provided mana to run the magecraft side of the technology. They had done so as the requirements had been so large that it would drain thousands of high tier mages dry in seconds.

It was with this technological marvel that allowed for the summoning and continuous powering of multiple servants without the worry of strain on the master as the strain is taken by the mana generator. The other issue is that the servants are put into 'containers' called classes which only contain a part of the total experience of the whole to take king Gilgamesh, his Archer class is from a younger time which is more brash and arrogant, while his caster is a more mature and far-sighted ruler.

It is through this system that a certain warrior woman was summoned. A woman who by all rights should not be able to be summoned as she was still amongst the living, but due to her situation had been cursed to a half-life, never able to properly move on to the next life. While her name had appeared in many myths and legends she had never gained a large influence through her actions. It had always been a reflection of her training upon herself.

Her name was Scathach the queen of the shadow realm, trainer of many of the greatest warriors and heroes in Celtic history. The most lauded being the hound of Chulan himself. Which in itself shows the effectiveness of her teachings. Due to the prowess of the man in battle.

So when she was summoned she almost immediately took a back seat, she was a teacher and it was time for the young to craft their direction. Naturally, she would aid them if they came to her for advice as any good tutor would it is what they do.

And so the Grand orders began with servants being summoned on occasion to aid or on occasion as it would seem since the young master had promised them he would. Watching over all of this and offering advice as they went was Scathach. She knew there would be a time into which she would be going into combat; she just wondered what the situation would be?

Her answer came not long after in one of the grand orders her 6th sense told her she was going to be required. She did not know how, she did not know why she just knew she was.

Upon their arrival, It became clear as she found herself embattled with a corrupted version of her student.

She managed to hold the enraged man at bay while the young master escaped but she took an injury in compensation for her effort; she was able to disengage from the mad beast though. Whilst patching up her injury she was confronted by another unknown. This one though she was able to read from his body language, was the honorable type. She was able to strike a deal while she fixed her wound. He aided the young master once that was over and they would have a dual.

It turned out for the best as once the situation was resolved with the servant's Aid. And here she stood both him and her both with spears in hand. It was over in a blink of a human eye the two had covered the distance between them and were behind the other before they both slowly started to fall.

Both trailing the blue mana motes that signaled a servant that was returning to the origin. The only thing that was odd about the scene was that both of the duelists had a smile on their faces.

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Pain.

A feeling that was almost inevitable at the end of combat. It was also one that she relished in her current state. The feeling of her time fast approaching. So there she was lying next to a worthy opponent. True she had been restricted in her abilities by the servant system, but she was a warrior and wanted death in honorable combat.

It was then that she felt a strange feeling. She was however too exhausted to open her eyes. It felt like she was floating for a few seconds till again she felt the surface of a hard ground under her back. The pain that she had taken comfort from was no longer there.

She lay there for a few moments to regain some of her energy that had been used during the excursion into the paradox. It was then as she was pulling herself together that a light voice rang out. "Scathach, Lady of the Shadowlands, So we meet at last." On pure instinct, she flipped up into a ready stance with a weapon in hand searching for the unknown. You did not become as old as she did without razor-sharp battle instincts." Who is there!?" she barked out into the now revealed dark.

The only response the warrior queen got was a giggle. "Ah not quite so given up on living have you, my dear." This caused Scathach's eyes to narrow. Just because she would defend herself did not mean that she did not want her half-life to end. She just wanted to do it on her terms.

"That would depend upon who I am speaking to?" The warrior queen replied with a raised eyebrow. Still scanning the darkness surrounding her for where the voice is coming from.

A small chuckle came in response to her inquiry. One that did not set her at ease. "Well young one, I am Gaia." Nope that did not set her at ease at all. The mind of the planet. It was a rare thing from a meeting with such an entity to end well. Then again being the queen of the lands of shadow she had a better chance than most.

"Okay, say that i believe your claim. What have I done to gain the attention of the planet's sentience?" That was the question. Scathach while she needed to know she was not sure if knowing would make the situation better or worse.

"Ah, An excellent question" From the tone the voice used Scathach could hear the amusement and to say it irritated her was an understatement but if there was a rule about dealing with such powerful beings it's not to piss them off, so she held her tongue and waited for the being to continue. "You see you are what is known as an old soul. A soul that over time has returned to the land of the living multiple times. However in your specific case the cycle was halted by your investiture in the shadowlands." this caused Scathath to blink.

There had to be a reason for her to bring this up, it also answered some questions about those that passed through her gates. Slowly she nodded her head as she was aware of a lot to do with the afterlife. What she did not know is why this was important.

"The thing about reincarnation is that it does not always take place in the same time line or dimension as it utilizes the second magic." Gaia said as she walked out of the shadows revealing her to be a motherly looking woman, or at least that was the form she was portraying at the moment.

"Not to be rude," Scathach said, lowering her weapon but keeping it in her hand more for comfort than utility. "But you still have to explain why i am here?" she asked tilting her head slightly while leaning on gae bolg looking at the Avatar of a primordial entity.

This seemed to knock the entity in front of her off of its stride. Not for long though as it quickly gathered itself in a rather startling imitation of a human. "Ohh have i not said?" it asked with a rather cute pout on its face. Getting a head shake from scathach in confirmation.

With a mischievous twinkle in its eye it continued. "Oh well the person that we will be helping will be … well yourself." it finished with a smirk watching the lady of the shadowlands face for her reaction. However seeing that the woman had regained her composure and control she was not going to be able to get any reactions any more, the woman had too much experience for that.

" well more like a reincarnation of you that is residing in a parallel reality" the entity mumbled her finger on her chin. As she tried to remember the details. It was then that Gaia heard a sigh.

"Let me see if i can sum this up right. You wish to recruit me to assist you in helping a reincarnation of myself for your own reasons."she asked with an eyebrow raised in question. Getting an overly nod in return.

"And I assume that the details will be only what I need to know?" It was standard fair with how Entities such as gods and above operated scathach thought to herself. as she saw the confirmation from Gaia.

Seeing that Scathach had accepted the mission, if with reluctance Gaia decided that she could start the brief, the same way she would one of her counter agents. Her entire demeanor changed from a childish if powerful being to a business like and serious entity of power. This was the Gaia that Scathach had heard stories of.

"Currently we are in the mindScape of your next incarnation." she began waving her hand at the now known blank mental scape. "This child has a fixed point which will trigger the ability of her being able to connect with her past life aka you. With you here you will aid her in accessing these memories and abilities so that they do not overwhelm her." explained the deity.

"Once your job is done you will merge and she will have the dominant mind completing your wish." Gaia continued looking Scathach in the eye. "How you go about your duties are up to you, just know that the child must survive as she like you in your own time is a linchpin."

Scathach could feel the weight that was weighing down on her shoulders lift as Gaia stopped bearing down the importance of the child. Well at least she would have one more student before she went out. It was then she realised that Gaia was speaking again.

"One last piece of advice, before i go. I would fortify this mindscape of yours. It is a shared one and in the reality you will be entering there are people who can enter the unprotected mind." and with that the entity vanished.

Xxxxx

The blood war, a time of suspicion and fear. It just so happened to coincide with the attacks from the IRA. This allowed for the terrorists from the small magical communities to get away with many attacks against targets without suspicions as they would ultimately be put down to terrorist activities. And while the leadership of the IRA knew that it was not them doing the attacks it furthered their goal so they kept silent about the fact.

Meanwhile within the small isolated communities, communities that were still in the past due to their reliance on their magic. They were having their own terrorist problem. Initially it was not a terroristic issue but a political movement. People creating a new political party, The leader was a young and charismatic man who was able to charm many to his way of thinking. Those he did not charm he debated.

His strength of personality and personal charm were some of his greatest strengths in his initial days. Being able to draw funds that many would have thought impossible if he was anyone else. It was when the veil dropped and the true actions were revealed that people saw him for what he truly was.

He stopped caring about his charm anymore, he stopped the acts to woo in people via speechcraft and just became the monster that he would become known for for years to come. The beast that would tear apart homes and families on a whim. The dark lord Voldemort.

It was a rare follower Of his that followed him out of true loyalty as most it was ambition, fear and hoping to get a bigger slice of the pie. None wanting to draw his ire. Failure could be a possibly fatal mistake, success however leads to great rewards. This was shown when one of his spies came to him having overheard a prophecy. Given to the meddling old fool and for his service he made a promise to try and fulfil, it was a harmless request.

A small price he thought for information on a prophecy containing information pertaining information on the one destined to kill him. This was something the dark lord could not abide.

First he needed to confirm the information. To find the targets. So under the disguise of sending a message he had his people look for specific information both real and fake and retrieve it. He then scoured it to find the targets.

His next thought was to plan what he knew from the spy he had inserted into the old fool's confidences that he had sent the families of his targets into hiding. Not a bad idea. The only problem was that the secretkeeper for one of them was one of his men. So he had the key to one of the targets.

With his plan in motion he called his lovely and loyal bella and gave her the play with a squad. He wanted them to make as much noise as possible. The girl looked as if he had just given her a birthday gift.

And so it was that he now stood outside a small cottage in godricks hollow.

Xxxxx

Charlus and Dorea were at the cottage where their fool of a son was living. Do not mis-understand their feelings in this situation. They loved their son and daughter-in-law and they adored their grandbabies. They just felt that they were too easily led around by a certain old man by the name of Dumbledore. Charlus did not not like the man nor like him. It was that there was too much about him that was unexplained, then there was his motives; they were always hand waved off with the ambiguous statement for the greater good which by itself was worrying. The Greater Good? It needed context: who's greater good the peoples, dumbledores? There were just too many questions for the man to be trustworthy. This trust in the old blind trust in the old man worried them to no end.

From An outside perspective it was the next best thing to infatuation. And here was their Son the supposed Next Lord potter infatuated with the words of a minor house rather than making his own decisions even asking his wife was more acceptable in the clan charters eyes. Charlus could only sigh at this.

So here they were watching their adorable grandbabies for the evening. The parents out doing who knows what when the door was blown open. Showing his experience from the war from Grindelwald his wand was in his hand instantly and battle spells that James would never have thought to use were flying. Dorea calmly walked up the stairs trusting her husband to do his thing.

As with all things time is inevitable, it catches up to us all so while charlus was still formidable he was Old and was not what he once was. So while he took a heavy toll on his enemy using the battle magic of his family it was only so long till a stray spell hit which one did. Laying the old warrior out. He died the way any potter could hope to go, In battle defending what they loved.

Knowing that there were wards raised to contain anyone from trying to escape, the dark lord casually entered the devastated room. Looking around with an air of appreciation. This was not the first time he had come across one of the veterans of the previous wars but whenever he did it was always costly. The problem was that one of the big names that always crept up when he studied that era was charlus Potter.

True the public record had been sanitized to show the ministry line and that Dumbledore had ended the war but private family records showed otherwise, they showed how there were other wizards that had given the previous dark lord a run for his money due to their ruthless ness and battle savvy ways.

Voldemort was just lucky that they were at the end of their time or he would be having a much harder time of things. He watched as his men charged on to engage the last enemy but he was left both unsurprised and annoyed when he found a lone exhausted Dorea Potter standing in the room before him.

It was to be expected both being raised a black and a healer she would have some of the most extensive magical knowledge of curses available so that she could heal them. Here she was put into a situation that she had to use that knowledge for the antithesis of what she was trained for.

Due to this reluctance she was unfortunately killed in much quicker fashion than her husband but still protecting her grandchildren. Now with the defenders gone the dark lord could do what he came for, moving closer to the twins crib he inspected the pair trying to pick out any signs of the future weapon to be used against him.

Every one had known that the potters were due to have a child. And it was expected to be a boy due to the history of the family. He himself had been expecting as much until his spy had told him about the girl. A child of whom he had naturally marked off as a non entity. Why else would the family not have announced they had birthed magical twins then?

It was a widely celebrated and loved event when such happened. He came to the conclusion that there must have been some reason for them not to announce her. Not that it would matter as her birth certificate would be magically attached to the boys.

So there he stood examining the children, The boy was a true potter in looks. The messy hair and dark eyes he was, like any other child in this situation, panicking. It amused the dark lord at how much like his father he truly was.

When his scarlet eyes turned to the girl he was shocked to be met by the vivid emerald eyes of the child seemingly weighing him. Judging him. This was not normal. This child was intelligent even at this age. Her scarlet red hair and startlingly bright emerald eyes would normally distract people from what he was seeing the spark hidden in the eyes, the spark of intelligence. If there was no prophecy he would have gladly taken this child as an heir to his legacy unfortunately so without a second thought he raised his wand towards the crib….

Xxxxx

It would be later that night that Albus Dumbledore would inspect the children, and upon doing so he would proclaim to the grieving couple that not only was their son the boy to defeat the dark lord. He would furthermore diagnose the boy's sister as a squib.

The rapid succession of hits from the deaths of the elder potters and then this news almost destroyed the fragile psyche of the couple so it was understandable that they were not fully cognisant when dumbledore made his suggestions. Suggestions that would place one young Morgan potter with lilies muggle sister. This was afterall for the greater good.

Until then the announcement was made that the war had been finally won. The dark lord was killed by one Evan Potter 'The-boy-who-lived' all that was left was the clean up. As a whole this led to mass celebrations and joy, relief that the dark times were over. However in the small and dark corners of society plots were being hatched.