Sword/Hogwarts
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Chapter 6 The fine line between deceit and truth
With Emiya's reluctant acceptance the headmaster erected the field around, but not before he put countermeasures, such as a field to detect hostility, prevent and or alert of mental intrusion and a field to prevent people from looking in or interfering.
Not even a second did headmaster Dumbledore staggered back and winced slightly, Emiya has a peculiar shit eating smirk. "Resorting to trying to read my mind so soon headmaster? I am pretty sure that is illegal" Emiya said.
With a look at his now drawn wand he knew he would be in trouble.
A wand made by death itself, the equivalent of Excalibur as a wand, as its user will never know defeat for its power is greater than any.
But that's fine.
The "wand" he obtained from Ollivander was by no means inferior.
The truth was that it was not Ollivander's ancestor who made it, it was given and asked to keep in secret, as someone who will be able to use it and wield it will come.
With the promise sealed with magic, and many years down the road was now wielded by a 3rd rate magus, yet, its legend was just as great, if not greater than the elder wand.
With a twist of his wrist the wand came to the palm of his hand, pouring prana the wand expanded and revealed its true form.
Emiya felt his mana swell up the staff was empowering him and his magical reserves, as he traced a myriad of blades surrounding Dumbledore, none of them simple mundane blades but strong mystic codes.
Dumbledore stared at Emiya with a frown.
"Oh, spare me the indignation, you pulled the Elder wand on me, if anything I should have even more" Emiya said as the amount of blades tripled.
Dumbledore sighed as he lowered his wand, he knew that even if he had THE WAND, with what Emiya just did, the BEST result of both attacking would be a Mutually Assured Destruction.
He pulled a chair as Emiya did the same as he put on a serious face.
"It truly seems you are your father's son, I thought he didn't want to do anything with this school" Dumbledore said.
Emiya rose an eyebrow, "I think you are mistaken, I am an orphan"
"So that's Kiritusgu doing a comeback uh? To teach a child so young such cruel things, truly what a shame to teach such things"
Emiya felt two conflicting emotions, the first surprise and shock at hearing his father was here… and alive. Obviously it wouldn't be HIS father but still. The second was he understood Dumbledore's personality, it was like his old self, but to a even more idiotic extreme, at least his past self had the sense to fight, this one would just turn the other cheek till death. It was anger.
"What you did was extreme, but understandable if you are his son, however such behaviour is frowned upon in my school, you should have waited for an adult to deal with such a threat, no child should-" but he was interrupted.
"I see, so it would have been better to let them both to die, is thay what you meant?" Emiya said looking into his eyes while circulating mana to prevent his mind reading to take hold. His eyes changed, looking straight at the old man.
"That is not-" Dumbledore said.
"You are an extreme pacifist, I get it, good for you, but if you will stop me from saving someone cause you would not deign yourself to turn a blade to evil, then either step from my way or else" Emiya said.
"It is disheartening to see such a good prospect wizard walk such a dark path" Dumbledore with a sigh.
Dumbledore was trying to manipulate him by using emotions… there is a reason he was called the Wrought Iron Hero.
He steeled his soul and gave him a cynical smile.
"Let not any one pacify his conscience by the delusion that he can do no harm if he takes no part, and forms no opinion. Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing. He is not a good man who, without a protest, allows wrong to be committed in his name, and with the means which he helps to supply, because he will not trouble himself to use his mind on the subject." Emiya quotes.
"Is that a quote?"
"Yes, from an American philosopher John Stuart Mill," Emiya said. Or to simplify things, if you don't do anything to actively stop evil… you are evil yourself.
Dumbledore balled his hands, tightly gripping the Elder Wand, Iris almost dying was bad, and he couldn't condemn Shirou for what he did, which begs to question as to how he done such a thing, and the staff he now had? It gave a presence of power not unlike the elder wand.
Still, to spill blood like that.
"I will not allow another Kiritsugu in this world, people need not die to stop evil" Dumbledore said.
"An ideal is only an ideal after all. As long as you embrace that ideal, the friction with reality will continue to increase. So you will someday face reality and will have to pay the price for your compromises. Know that the only people you can save like that are the ones that survive. Such hypocrisy can not save anything." Emiya said with a cynical smile, then he glared at Dumbledore "No, first of all, it seems you don't even know what it is that you want to save! For you who stops the salvation of others for your hypocrisy, why don't you drown in your ideals and die!" Emiya said with as much hatred as he could emotionally muster.
Dumbledore felt even worse than being struck… as he remembered that fateful day…
The day he killed his sister in a dispute with Gellert Grindelwald…
No one could tell WHO killed her, as spells flew around, but Dumbledore in his heart felt it was him who killed her, and thus vowed to never do so unless it's the only way.
And then Kiritsugu and Shirou, who held similar yet polar opposite views as him, came to be.
Then a knock at the door.
This surprised both Dumbledore AND Emiya, as Emiya's bounded field had not alerted him, nor stopped or dissuaded the person at all.
"Hey Albus, are you still there? All those protections were a pain in the ass, not counting that weird one that kept interfering with my perception and pushing me away, if it wasn't for my eye…. Well so is this kid uh?" He said as he pushed his way in.
"Mad-eye… I thought I asked for you all to wait for a while" Albus Dumbledore said.
"And I was going to, till a new protection was erected on top, it was playing merry hell with my eye, showing 2 equal yet different views, a silent and empty hall and then seeing an increase of magic power and activity, I rushed as fast as I could but the extra protections discombobulated my sense of direction and was making me think I was forgetting something or fill me with dread, thankfully I am too much of a bullheaded bastard" Moody "Mad-Eye" said with a smirk.
Emiya snorted, that's why his bounded field did not react to hostility, this guy was just rushing in, worried about what happened.
"Ah, nothing much" Dumbledore lied.
"Is that so? And here I thought you would want to stop someone taught by the most effective Auror in the world, whose career you ruined due to your kids glove only approach to unrepentant killers" Moody said.
"MAD-EYE! People deserve a second chance, I will not allow-" Albus said.
"We lost too many Albus, skilled people killed because their opponents had no desire to be caught and would fight till the end, not to mention many of them had their fingers in many pies, even if captured they would just pay and everything will be swept under the rug and their retaliate against the auror and their families, face it, the kid got your number in one" Moody said.
"You too? Do I need to do the same as I did before?" Albus threatened.
A half dozen blades appeared around his neck, yet Albus stood firm "I shall not give into violence, even if I am to be gone my work shall not be undone"
Emiya pushed his mana against Dumbledore, Mad-eye was in shock that a punk kid in first year was standing against THE Albus Dumbledore with no fear, though he was confused, those blades were no mere magic constructs, they were real, or as close to real as one can get, and they all held a certain metaphysical weight.
Albus' wand tip was red, he was preparing an expelliarmus. Emiya smirked "I must say even in the face of death you wish to resist in non violent ways, but you think I will hold back due to your history? What you are doing, playing games with the lives of others to protect your own fantasy, even if I have to dye my hands with blood I will do so, you are a good person, but evil in how you act, you think of nothing of the suffering of others so long as your precious status quo is maintained, but you have more blood in your hands that will never be washed, and you ignore it all, cause you know it, you hypocrite" Emiya said.
A beam of red was shot as the blades shook for a second, yet remained steady.
Albus was shocked, Moody had his wand that had a blue light on its tip, he had precasted a binding spell to use in case to stop, it would only momentarily hinder Albus, so he would use it on the boy.
However the blades he made were not affected by the expelliarmus spell.
Emiya scoffed and with a snap of his fingers the blades vanished in notes of lights.
He turned to Moody, "You must be an… auror, correct? Like the magic world's version of the police?" Emiya asked.
"Yeah, that be around right lad, come I will take you to a private room to ask some questions, though considering what I just saw, some may be redundant, regardless they must be asked" Moody said.
Emiya and Moody both left Albus, who curled his hand; he had to save the young Emiya from that dark path.
He was oblivious to his own hypocrisy, blinded by the pain of the past and his own ego, believing he could make no mistakes.
He taught his old age gave him the wisdom required to do what he did.
Against the time Emiya spends as a counter guardian, going back and forth to the ages of men to kill and eliminate the targets appointed by Alaya…
Even then, Emiya never claimed to be wise, he was humble in his knowledge and accepted things as they were, that's why he had decided to kill his past self, to stop the torture of his existance as a counter guardian.
Emiya and Moody entered a room with professor McGonagall, who was none the wiser of what happened between Albus and Emiya.
Moody dropped a few items on the table, they looked like dreidels.
Emiya sat down and Moody began questioning him, first he did a few basic questions to, most likely build rapport and get a base of truth and lies.
"How did you find the troll?" He asked.
"I noticed a strange scent, I am able to detect magical phenomena with a sixth sense, one that is picked up by my nose" Emiya said
"That is ridiculous Mr. Emiya, there is no such thing as a sixth sense,'' professor Mcdougall began but was shut by Moody as he pointed at the sneakoscopes.
None were spinning.
"So, you are able to smell magic phenomena, quite a good nose on you, how did the troll smelled?"
"It had a dark scent combined to that of a fresh brisk scent of fresh air, probably a mountain troll" Emiya answered.
"I see, yes, the body of said troll was indeed of a mountain troll… how did you kill him, was it the same as when I found you?" Moody asked.
Emiya smirked, he was thankful that Moody was tactful on HOW he questioned him, as the professor would throw a fit if she heard what he did.
"That's about right" Emiya said.
"Was that conjuration that you did? It was VERY advanced" Moody asked.
"No, at least, not conjuration as its known to you all" Emiya said.
"Uhmm a custom spell, and you did it wandless too, were you using magecraft? Nasty little thing, must have destroyed your body with your mistakes quite a bit, seeing how familiar you were using it" Moody said.
Mcdougall was shocked and angry at her student putting himself in danger with such a primitive and dangerous practice! It was for a reason magecraft fell out of fashion due to its inherent danger.
"Yes, I was taught how to, but mostly I am self taught" Emiya said.
"That must been hell, using that system is inherently painful, but using original spells… I would rather eat a Crucio curse" he said as his quill wrote what was said.
"So you followed the magical signature in the ways of olfactory scent, okay, so what did you do to kill the troll? Please describe it" Moody asked.
Shirou looked at the teacher.
"Using my magic I made swords which then were launched at high speeds, I did it to gain its attention or, worse case, kill it in one shot, however the troll was rather sturdy" Emiya said.
"Yes, it's difficult to kill a troll with magic or with weapons, as they have a thick hide that protects them from both, and using weapons they have to be of significant quality" Moody said, "it does not help that they have regenerative properties in their blood, healing them at a rather fast pace"
"I figured as much," Emiya said, "That's why I plunged a sword on its heart and sliced its neck"
The professor gasped and the gruesome and grisly picture.
"The troll looked like it was made into ground beef, good work with that, there us no such thing as overkill when trying to keep oneself or others, REGARDLESS of what others may think" Moody said with a smirk, tough due to how heavily scarred it might have looked rather… unsettling.
"Are we done?" Emiya asked.
"Almost, may I see the blades used at the end?" Moody asked.
Emiya traced Kanshou, and without Byakuya the special effect would not appear.
"Amazing, this blade… it is made in a way I have never seen before, it also feels more or less complete, unlike goblin silver weapons, even dwarves might get competitive over it, the material… it does not look to be of earth, meteoric iron? That would explain why it was so much more effective than the blades used to make a pincushion, anything not of earth is poison to the magic beasts, not !a bad choice of weapon" Moody said looking at the black blade.
"Mr. MOODY! You shouldn't be saying such things, this child just took a life, he would be traumatized, you shouldn't applaud such an action!" The professor said feeling worried about her student's mental well being.
"Is he really? From what I can see the boy is no more or less affected by this, no it would be safe to say you passed through worse haven't you?" Moody said as his prosthetic eye looked at him up and down.
"To survive such a thing, a cursed attack right through the heart…I can see it was quite powerful and you got a matching pair on the back, exit wound, at least the one who did it had the decency of being rather accurate" Moody said, shocking the professor once more.
"Well, I am not one to die of a broken heart," Emiya said with a smirk.
Moody began to smile and then laughed, his laughter was so powerful yet it sounded wrong coming from him.
"I like this kid, if he's anything like his father he would make a hell of an auror, when he is on his 3rd year I an taking him under my wing" Moody said, "His dad might approve"
"I am sorry, but… who IS his father? I was under the impression that he is an orphan" Professor Mcdougall asked.
"That's why you young ones are so unreliable, surely you must have heard of the wizard hunter" Moody said.
"That's just a myth, used to scare potential dark lords or ladies" she said.
"Oh no, he is quite real, I should know as I worked alongside him for half my career, if you think I am bad, he had no qualms on how to get the evil bastards, his methods were rather cruel, but particularly effective, if it wasn't for Albus bleeding heart we could have stopped he-who-must-not-be-named before everything turned into a SNAFU, damn idiotic of Dumbledore to chain him and restrain him from eliminating those nasty death eaters, bleeding heart of his cost us a LOT of good men and women" Moody said, feeling irritated as his hand went to his prosthetic eye.
"That sounds like a madman," she said.
"Maybe, but we needed such man, it seems you fail to understand the severity of the problem, imagine if you will people who are just like us, but inside they want nothing more than to revel in death, killing squibs and muggleborns for being what they are, even if you manage to survive and sue them, many, if not all, had such deep pocket and connections that they would turn it around and send you to Azkaban, while they grease hands to have it all swept up under the rug, I am a firm believer in reforming criminals, but that can't be done for the death eaters, they have no qualms and they are vicious, or may I remind you what happened to the Longbottoms?" Moody said, his one good eye looking deep into the professor's own.
She looked down, indeed Frank and his wife… they didn't deserve such a fate… and their poor boy…
"For a common criminal rehabilitating them is feasible, but this people… they CRAVE death, and their so called master indulges them as he knows that is how he controls them, but giving them free reign on their lower instincts, and FEAR, as he is powerful, even though Dumbledore could match him, he never did, nor did he ever tried to stop the man, Kiritsugu did, taking down key people in his group, that's why I was rather cross with Dumbledore, for effectively taking our strongest piece that could win the war much faster from the board, all because he could not stomach having to dirty his hands" Moody said.
The investigation was over and Moody said his farewells, but also noticed that the sneakoscope had been trying to turn on and then fail, as if it was having 2 complete opposite things going on at the same time, what Emiya had said, was the truth, but at the same time… it was a lie.
At least, Moody believed that it was that way, as that was the only part those trinkets reacted to.
Professor McGonagall took Emiya back to Griffindor common room and told him to eat and rest up, he, Hermione and Iris were given the rest of the day off, as it had been a rather huge ordeal that the three had gone trough, of course Iris had to stay the night at the infirmary as she was the only one who got injured attempting to buy time for Hermione to run away.
"Mr. Emiya, thank you for saving Iris, you all 3… yes I believe 200 points each should be awarded, but please dont take this as an incentive to keep doing such dangerous things" she said.
Emiya just slowly begun to eat, he really lost his composure with the headmaster… then again that idiot was dangerous, albeit in a different way.
Emiya Shirou wanted to save everyone, but he understood that sometimes some people could NOT be saved, that he and to prioritize and save those who really needed salvation.
Albus Dumbledore was the extreme way, of not killing even hardened killers who are unrepentant and remorseless on the off chance they MIGHT change.
EMIYA could tolerate Shirou, but Albus was a grown man. So he felt he was obligated to bring him down to earth, even if it was a bit more violent than he wished it was.
It was then when Ron, Fred, George and a few other students came to him to ask what happened.
Emiya's description on what happened was rather clinical and to the point.
"Found troll, killed troll, managed to get Iris treated as she was wounded"
"H…hey is that it? Come on, tell is the details" one asked.
"Uh?like how I found Iris with a broken arm, multiple rib fractures, a punctured lung and a cranial fracture? Hermione having a panic attack or all of us getting showered in troll blood?' Emiya asked sarcastically.
"Will they be all right?" Ron asked, sounding sincere.
Emiya looked at him, "if this was with muggle techniques, the chances would look grim for Iris, thankfully with the potions the nurse she should pull trough come morning, just dont expect them to be chipper"
It was then that Percy came as he clapped his hands to gather the attention of the students "okay now all of you go to bed let him rest and dont ask any more insensible questions".
Many students groaned, but obeyed as Percy was right, Emiya deserved some rest.
He would use his free time tomorrow to find the special room, right nownhisnnerves were screaming bloody murder. He laid in his bed as he let his unconsciousness take him away.
Chapter end