Fate: Damnit

Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

IX

Anderson let out a grunt as a Homunculus, wielding a sword, had managed to score a bloody but insignificant wound; slicing open his coat, protective clothing and running along his ribs. He knew the battle had been lost when the White and Black Factions had led a pair of devastating assaults on their headquarters.

Just because the requirements of the Great Holy Grail War demanded seven Masters and Summons; that didn't mean that any of the factions had brought the requisite amount for the war. For the Blue Faction, on the request of His Holiness, the church had fielded the Seven Masters but also brought along seven teams of seven Executors of various parts of the Burial Agency. These forty-nine executors jobs were to defend the Holy Magi Headquarters to the very best of their abilities; what with 14 Servants and a small army of Homunculi and Golems sieging them, the Executors did their job to perfection.

For every Executor that perished, the ground was littered with bodies of Golems and Homunculi. Granted only three executors were skilled enough to kill Golems hand-to-hand, but that didn't stop the usage of landmines. The Magus Killer, for all of his faults, wrote the book on dealing with rogue magi and magi in general, something the Church took to heart.

As for the Servants, the Blue Faction ones, especially; with prudent investigation by His Holiness who had selected the catalysts they all had one thing in common. That factor was they were all linked to Rome, much like the roads, Servants of Masters who in turn were servants of Rome in terms of a religious sense and that they were extraordinarily powerful. In gamers term the Servants were thematically linked meaning their individual skills when in their presence upped their abilities marginally.

Sabers of Black and White had been seriously injured, but not before the Blue Saber had been destroyed in an attack that nearly tore the detached abandoned building apart. "This is the last remaining Master of the Blue Faction, the Paladin Father Alexander Anderson."

"And if it isn't Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, looking rather spry for a man just past his century."

Darnic snorted "Here I was anticipating an exchange of wit and barbs, Judas Priest."

Anderson's eyes flashed "I prefer Saint Guillotine; Heretic." His Mystic Codes the Holy Sword Bayonets; a precursor to the Black Keys jumped into his remaining hand. With a grunts, he maneuvered his injured, limp and barely hanging arm into his mouth. With that the Master and Head of Yggdmillennia and the Last of the Blue Faction collided, the trashed building that had been the Church's base of operations collapsed under the pressure of the magecraft and raw strength of the combatants.

Watching from a distance and thought defeated, Saber of White, better known as Mordred. The wounds she sustained from Saber of Black and Blue coupled with, she scoffed; attempted betrayals on her had left her in dire need of a Master. She'd need to use her remaining mana wisely, thankfully she dispelled her armour increasing her dwindling mana reserves and astralised.

Whoever saved her sorry ass needed to know the truth.

(Team Red)

"I really must insist that someone goes with you! Harry, if not for your sake, but for ours." Pleaded Flat.

Harry shook his head "I just want some Mici, Grilled Mince Meat Rolls, Flat. I'm fine, I've recovered from having my entrails becoming outrails. Besides, unlike you, I've got a few mystic codes I can use to move undetected. Look, we're not far from a Dragon Reserve, I know people. People that are more than willing to die for me if needed."

"Harry…" Artoria began, reluctantly wading into the conversation.

"Your Grace?"

"You are so much like your ancestors. Please can you take someone with you, if anything its the fact you're meant to be dead and you're in an active warzone."

Harry paused the Lancer version of the Once and Future King had a point "You win…Please note, I dislike this a lot."

Shirou chuckled "I'm surprised you've managed to even acquiesce to the escort."

"Shirou, the Potters are Marcher Lords who swore fealty to the Once Future King; we served in Camelot, keeping that Cambion Nightmare on a relatively short leash."

"Relatively, being the operative word."

"Stopped him harassing the staff, but didn't stop him shacking up with a relative."

Artoria and Hermione paused "Pardon…!" As Artoria spoke "Are you implying that my Court Magician…"

"Well, the family crest certainly implies Merlin and or his seed mixed in the family. Then again not a bomb-shell, Hermione. Any family who can trace their lineage to Camelot has the chance of Merlin being amongst their ancestors."

Hermione shook her head "Harry, don't be stupid. Get the food and return."

Harry looked his friend in the eye "Says the one who in essence hijacked my Command Seals in order to save my life…I'm not mad Hermione, honestly you're a better Master than I could be. Tohsaka? I'm doing a food run and apparently the Servants think I'm liable to attract trouble."

Rin sighed "What are you purchasing?"

"Minced Meat Rolls, a few beers, and a few other bits and pieces. Nothing too dramatic or fancy."

"Aren't we too young to drink…"

"Old enough to participate willingly in life or death tournaments, old enough to drink." Harry retorted, with that he summoned his coat and jumper and the duo headed out.

"I detest this sneaking about, Harry."

"Rin, have you been in a War before?" Harry asked bluntly.

"The Fifth Fuyuki Holy Grail War, why?"

"What's the difference? Between this one and yours? Forgive me, we might have had this conversation but I barely paid attention; I can't sleep and when I do, it's plagued by visions, and nightmares. Friends and Family I killed or as good as killed."

Rin paused "I hadn't thought about it like that."

Harry snorted "No-one does. Aren't the HGW normally every 60 years? You're about my age, give or take a year."

"Because the Fourth was rendered incomplete. The last Master and Servant duo standing were Emiya Kiritsugu and Saber, Art…"

"Artoria Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon, The Once and Future King, The King of Knights, King of Britons…I'm a Welshman, my family and my crest stems back to Camelot and beyond. I know my Liege, when I see them."

"You don't seem to be one who'll bend."

"Never under duress. Anyone who demands gets their face and life removed, however if its proven then I'll jump ship. The Potters failed the King; the King may say differently but the Crest says otherwise. If Agravain hadn't died then things might have been different."

"Agravain?"

"A piece of shit, but Arthur's/Artoria's nephew. Gawain, Gaheris, Agravain are the King's nephews with Gareth his sole niece. On a different subject what's the Clocktower like? I only saw a corridor and some most disgruntled morons."

Rin scoffed "One of the best institutions for magecraft but full of backstabbing. You'd do well but you'd probably end up walking out after potentially causing a few feuds."

(Mordred)

She couldn't believe it! The man her Master was so certain that he'd killed, rather her first Master. As for the Priest; she knew he'd sold her out and left her to die! But Mordred Pendragon, the Heir of King Arthur was not going to succumb so easily.

He was walking with his squeeze? Can't be...she had to be another Master. The street thankfully was deserted, she jumped down; despite being a spirit didn't mean that she could be undetected.

"Show yourself." This came from the girl.

"You might be able to get one of us, but the other will destroy you."

Mordred sighed.

(Rin and Harry)

The teens were surprised at the fading energy source, that it was indeed an existing servant. Specifically a saber, to their surprise the masked helmet, was removed "Well, if I live and breathe, Mordred Pendragon; Saber of White."

"You know of me?"

Harry snorted "I'm many things Mordred, but ignorance of my families Liege Families isn't one of them. I know you are, I know that you rebelled to be recognised 'for the King is not human'. I also know you wanted to be recognised by your father."

Mordred went for her sword "You want to do this? I could make you an offer to be my Servant? You might even get answers to your questions."

Mordred looked down, she saw she was running out of time "Please."

Harry closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed Mordred's armoured wrists "Let red be the colour I pay tribute to. Let silver and steel be the essence, let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Rise a wall against the wind that shall fall, close the four cardinal gates. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate. Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth. An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell. Mordred Pendragon, Saber of White, now Saber of Red; Knight of Betrayal, Childe of King Arthur, will you hearken my call."

"I, Mordred Pendragon, former Saber of White now Saber of Red, will hearken the call."

Rin stared as Harry's hand gathered a new set of command seals "I'm leaving this one for you to explain."

(Faction of Black)

"The Homunculus has escaped." Musik Yggdillmennia shouted; ever since the war had begun, he'd committed mistake after mistake and in Vlad's eyes quickly became a liability.

The man had already squandered two command seals on trivial matters, the man had also failed to see that getting to know his servant as more than a tool was going to be his undoing. "Just what was so important about this particular homunculus?"

"He possessed extremely potent magecraft circuits of exceptional quality that'd make him suitable for Caster's Noble Phantasm. Only he somehow managed to break-free and persons unknown have assisted in getting him out of the castle."

"My Lord, how are you coping?"

Vlad grinned thinly "I am...coping, Darnic is a formidable magus; but during his planned siege of the Blue Faction, I was weakened. Not tremendously due fortuitous planning and using Romania itself as a Leyline to anchor me. However, I would say that I would have almost certainly faded if I'd been summoned anywhere else. I trust I don't have to give you any explicit instructions?"

Gordes gulped and vanished from the throne room, storming down to the basement; where Roche and Caster tended to inhabit. "Master Musik, I understand a suitable core has been made?"

"Caster, that'd be correct. However, the Core has gained sentience; gotten free and has now left the castle. Saber, Archer, Assassin and both Berserkers; that's White and Black have laid waste to the Blue Faction. Leaving yourself, Lancer and Rider...however Rider is nowhere to be seen. Have you seen Celenike?"

"I'm here Gordes, why?"

Gordes stared down the Curse-specialist and possibly the most vindictive member of the Yggdmillennia "Celenike, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to the Core? I know your stance, views and ravings about my House and specialities; but for the sake Yggdmillennia as a whole."

Celenike's eyes narrowed "Are you accusing me of sending my Servant to hinder our war-footing?"

Gordes scoffed "Please, you petulant child, if I was I was accusing you I'd address you as such. Right now this is a blanket inquiry, nothing to offend your sensitivities."

Celenike let out a tense breath, out of the pair of them, Gordes Musik was the more valuable mage. "No...I don't know anything...ASTOLFO! I wouldn't dream of hiding one of your pets, I regard them as pests; but I suspect my Servant is acting under his own free-will and haphazard manner."

(Red Faction)

When Harry, Rin and Mordred returned the entirety of the Red Faction had hands on their hips "Harry; please explain why you went out for food...and ended coming back with a Servant?" Gray asked, jumping the gun getting weird looks from everyone.

"Gray...the best way to say this is; that's my life. Anyway Mici, anyone?"