Fate: Damnit

Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

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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?"

"God fucking damnit Harry...You went out on a bloody walk and come back with food, beer and a Servant...Please...Explain CLEARLY how this happened?" El-Melloi II asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Harry sighed "As I said to your assistant? Student? That's my life...Hermione will attest. My cousin will as well."

"I only treated him like shit and everything changed after my soul was nearly sucked out, Harry. I came to you as much as I like the weirdness of the world; it's scary." Dudley commented.

"You have done well so far, Master. Harry and the new Saber, please you could say who your former servant colleagues were?"

The Second Saber of Red materialised, and the helmet retracted. Arturia's eyes narrowed as did Mordred's "Mordred, don't make me have to use a command seal...stand down."

"Arturia, please take a step back. I know you're looking at your killer but please, you had faith in Harry's family before and you evidently have faith in him."

"Mordred, I don't believe you wanted the Crown...What was it?"

Mordred stopped, the bond between Master and Servant didn't just transfer prana and magic, it also allowed for telepathic conversations. "I...just wanted to be recognised. Father/Mother recognised Gawain, Gareth, Gaheris and Agravain as their niece and nephews respectively but completely blanked me; like I didn't exist."

Meanwhile, a similar conversation was occurring between Lancer and Shirou "Why of all people did Harry bring him back? Or rather her back? She was the one who led a rebellion against me."

"Did you ever ask why?"

"Not exactly…Mordred was a child of Morgan…"

Harry sighed, attracting the attention of the Lancer and Saber "Shirou, you've heard from Arturia that Mordred led a rebellion and that Mordred was the child of Morgan. There's more to it...Personally, I blame Merlin."

"What did he do?" Snapped Mordred.

"Aside from gender-bending your father, who is actually a woman, into a man to consummate the marriage to Guinevere...He screwed up. Normally Arthur/Arturia is extremely resistant to magic, but in that moment Morgan...Morgan managed to acquire some sperm from the female-turned-male Arturia and made a homunculus clone…Little fact about Homunculi very fast growth and short life spans."

The duo's eyes widened "Mordred was being used a Mordred's piece to gain the throne of Camelot. Merlin screwed up in allowing this to happen, the Potters screwed up as we were dealing with an internal matter. Morgan, I'm assuming. It then didn't help your Grace that you dismissed Mordred out of hand saying 'You are not worthy of being King'. The fact of the rebellion wasn't to do with Kingship but…"

"Recognition father. All I wanted was to be recognised as your son. A son of incest, yes, but your kin. All I wanted was recognition."

Arturia paused, that made too much sense "Where is Merlin?"

Harry snorted "Locked up or dead. According to legend he disappeared; I think he's trapped somewhere. Cambion Illusionist Troll, gave Zeus a run for his money…Has anyone actually seen Beast IV?"

"Why are you looking for a Beast of Humanity? They're meant to be extinct."

Hailey snorted "Not extinct. More like locked up until further notice. Besides Beast IV, Cath Paulug, likes the Potter Family…is/was known to attack Merlin."

Arturia and Mordred snorted at those memories, happy memories of happier times. "I remember an Alys of the Potters summoning Cath to attack Merlin...I didn't get a clear answer on that part, I dare say manipulations were involved and she ended up marrying my nephew, Gawain."

Harry sighed "I wish I could trace my genealogy. I know the rituals, I know the spells...Could a Heroic Female Version of myself do the ritual?"

Hailey smirked "I mean I AM a Caster. I AM the SUMMONED CASTER Servant, I am going to blank that moment of utter stupidity little brother. Yes, I can and yes I will."

"But first, brother, Mordred's information."

Harry nodded and he turned to Mordred. The Knight of Betrayal nodded "There was me as Saber of White. Lancer was a dude by the name of Karna; Rider was by the name of Achilles; Archer was some Green Haired Chick who knew Achilles; Caster is someone by the name of Seramis and Berserker was Spartacus."

"Was Spartacus? What about the Blue?"

Mordred scoffed "Spartacus, I heard got suborned by the Black Faction, another thing the Masters for White have been sequestered to the Priest. He's also extremely powerful, he's not only summoned his own Servant but he's controlling directly another two. On top of that he's influencing the remaining surviving masters servants."

That caused reactions from the enlarged Red Team. Harry and Hailey swore, Dudley looked like he'd swallowed something unpleasant; almost as if he knew what was going on and what happened next. Hermione gulped as well, Shirou and Arturia stiffened with the red-head standing in front of her. "Shirou…"

"Arturia, we'll face it together." The Lancer form of the Once and Future King whowho nodded at her lover.

Harry smirked as he looked at the duo "That is so sweet; a King out of Time and her walking sword. Speaking of, does anyone know what happens should we win?"

"We get a wish on the Greater Grail."

Harry sighed "Is that as a team or individually? Because if anything, my wish, I don't want to be doing this shit anymore; I don't want to be roped in cleaning up other people's mess."

Mordred stared at her new master "You don't want to be a magus?"

"No. I want to be a magus; I just want to stop being the person everyone runs to when the wrong person sneezes and causes a Dark Lord to arise or even a rebellion. For once, only for once, I just want to be able to say 'No thanks' and go back to my farm."

Mordred chuckled slightly "I can see why we match. I want recognition and acceptance, you want to be away from it. Fuck...I thought I had it all figured out; win the grail make my wish for my chance to draw Caliburn from the Stone and prove I'd be a better king than my father."

Artoria smiled "Mordred, although, I'm not the version of Arthur you want to speak to and with but, I couldn't ask for a better knight or even child. I do not think you'd make a good king, not for any slight but for the fact…"

Mordred stopped "Homunculus...accelerated life and short life."

Lugh shook her head "Now, Mordred, about the Blue Faction. Who was in it before they were wiped out?"

"Saber of Blue, I didn't get his name but one of his Noble Phantasms allowed him to summon 188 additional men."

Hermione's eyes widened "Caspar Roist, Captain and Commander of the Pontifical Swiss Guard during the Sack of Rome in 1527. All of them bar 42 were killed doing their job."

The collective servants eyes widened, through the Throne of Heroes, upon hearing a name they knew what they'd done especially if they made it to the Throne. "Well, he'd make things troublesome. The others?"

"Archer was William Tell; Lancer was Romulus; Rider was Columbus; Caster was Da Vinci; Berserker was Caligula and Assassin was someone by the name of 'Phantom'. I thought I saw Da Vinci vanish in a kaleidoscope of colours, but then again it's kind of hard to pay attention to such things when a Crossbow Noble Phantasm was hitting you."

Kari Sisigou spoke "This Green Haired Lass Archer that you mentioned; that sounds remarkably like Atalanta."

Flat gulped "Wasn't she known to be an impeccable archer? On par with the Twins?"

Dudley looked at his cousin "Please pass the Mici." Dudley looked at the assembled Mages "The White Faction is on the back foot, the Black Faction and Us are on even footing…We need to bring the Black Faction to open combat away from Romania."

Lord El-Melloi II cocked his head "Why?"

"According to you, the declaration of this war was the staking of 49 of 50 Mages of an executioner team in Romania. Normally a servant needs time to kill even one mage; but to do such a thing in one go means the servant was powered by the nation in which they were summoned."

Harry looked at Hailey and the pair collectively groaned "Of course, the King of Wallachia; Vlad Tepes III, Vlad the Impaler, The Young Dragon and better yet Count Dracula."

Mordred nodded "He was there. Berserker of Black was present; she has some sort of electrical noble phantasm. Didn't see the others of Black."

Harry drew his wand, flicked it, and a white board appeared in the room. He quickly scribbled down the seven classes before erasing the Blue Faction, leaving the White; Red and Black. "Now we know that the White Faction are down their Saber and Berserker and we have the identities of the rest bar one. That we can work around. Now as for the Black Faction, they concern me...they possess a home field advantage with Vlad Tepes, speaking of what class would he be? I mean he's not a Saber."

"Rider or a Lancer…Considering we don't know much about the Black Faction aside from they're using Golems…"

Hermione's eyes widened as did Rin "Harry, there was/is a notable golem creator or two. One by the name of Judah Loew ben Bezalel and the other Solomon ibn Gabirol…"

Harry stopped "Out of the two...who has the most aliases or titles? Because according to the Crest, Mordred and Caster the more titles one has the more chance they might be on the Throne of Heroes."

"They're both on the Throne. Solomon, however, has more aliases, one of which is Avicebron...He's also suspected to be King Solomon."

Harry paused, even he knew of Solomon.

(Sieg and Astolfo)

Sieg watched in horror as Siegfried implanted his own heart into his form. The weird pink-haired man by the name of Astolfo's, jaw dropped at this turn of events.

So far they'd been lucky to avoid the homunculus security and the variety of less than pleasant traps and curses that Yggdillmennia had set up; to deter defectors and intruders.

As they cleared the last of the boundary fields, they ran into a schoolgirl; only she was dressed in armour "Good evening, I am the Servant Ruler and you are?"