Summoners Sanctum
written by Shaun Garin
Final Fantasy is owned by SquareEnix. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.
Disk 1 : Every Story Has An Ending
Night in Little Hangleton. A month ago, the small town was home to most intense Wizarding World battle between the forces of Light and Dark. It was here, in the very spot that marked the Little Hangleton Crater that the Dark Summoner Voldemort sought to control the very Planet itself through the mystical World Crystal, and its protectorate, the massive Aeon Eden.
To many, it was a spectacular light show, as a pillar of pure green Lifestream, the lifeblood of the planet had shot up in brilliant flares from the crater. Wizards had been tossed aside by the corrupted planets protectors; the giant beings known as Ultima Weapon and Omega Weapon.
Wizards of Light and Dark were tossed aside as the will of the Planet was bent. Then, through the depths of the crater, a small team strode bravely into the maelstrom of rich green Lifestream.
Leading the team was the Summoner Harry Potter. A boy whom was prophesized to bring about the downfall of Voldemort. In his hands he clutched the ancient sword of Godric Gryffindor which had been remodelled into the finest Gunblade, a sword made by muggles and enchanted by wizards. Dressed in crimson robes which denoted his status as a Red Mage, he clambered down the spiral of stones that lead to the depths of the earth itself.
Beside him to Harry's left was the descendant of Godric himself, Ron Weasley. Armed with the knowledge of the ancient Fighter, Ron carried a sword crafted from the finest metals and armed with the abilities of the Fighter class.
To the right was Hermione Granger, a girl who carried the will and knowledge of people twice her age. She was dressed in her own Red Mage clothing, her sword at her side as she mentally reviewed the magical spells to her knowledge.
Behind the Golden Trio walked Neville Longbottom, the second Summoner to be born at about the same time as Harry was. He carried with him the skills of a Black Mage, though his manner was nervous as he clutched his staff warily.
And finally, rounding out the group were two more girls. One was the girl Luna Lovegood who's skills with White Magic rivalled even Madam Pomfrey's own as the Ravenclaw girl was a quick study. The one at the tail end was Ginny Weasley, a Songstress but remarkably skilled in the voice and dance. Her skills helped the group descend the Crater as she sung and danced while the others protected her from Monsters that lurked in the depths.
Before finding the Crystal, Harry pulled out a small item and it flashed for a moment. A Save Crystal which had been with him since first year. Gathering their collective memories into the crystal, Harry and his team prepared to face the Dark Lord in his domain.
The battle itself, took a long time, though immeasurable by the standards of the ones who fought it. Voldemort fought them Aeon to Aeon. Harry's own Aeons triumphed over Lord Voldemort's own. Then, Voldemort crafted his Aeons as armour around him, but to no avail. Magic spells and swords cut into the deep flesh of the unholy armour and it soon fell away to reveal Lord Voldemort's true form.
A mere teenaged boy, no more than eleven stood before them. In one hand he carried a sword that was seven feet long and a foot wide. His complexion was a deep ebony and his eyes a brilliant crimson red. He hissed when he spoke and the horn on his head, now a deep blood red in color and a foot long, flared with crimson light.
Lord Voldemort fought the team, his sword almost killing a few at a time if it were not for the Jitterbug Dance that Ginny performed well out of his reach, and the Curative spells Luna cast over and over again.
In the end, Harry's sword was broken, but with a little help from his friends, and the unexpected ability of the sword to break apart into what Ron later told Harry were Sword-chucks that were developed by Godric's father, he devastated the Dark Lord with his final Overdrive, Judgement. But at a price.
Neville Longbottom sacrificed his life to protect Harry when Harry had shown mercy to the wreak of the former man. His actions, and a point blank unknown spell that created a huge beam of blue light and a detonation akin to a muggle nuclear weapon, saved the group and helped Harry strike Voldemort down. In the end, Longbottom's spirit crafted the final Aeon required for Harry's Judgement Overdrive. The great King of Dragons, Bahamut, finally walked the earth after centuries of sleep.
When the Dark Lord died, his spirit tried to enter the Crystal. The Crystal rejected his entry, and vaporized the spirit, never to walk the earth again. The Planet recalled its Weapons and the Lifestream returned to a dormant state.
Harry and his friends were given a heroes welcome when returning to the top of the Crater. Neville Longbottom's body was taken by his family, to be preserved for future generations to see the hero who helped the Boy-Who-Lived defeat the most terrible Dark Lord of the Century. Neville's Grandmother asked Harry before she left for the Longbottom home, to take care of Neville as she knew what had happened to him.
Graduation was a few days away, and Harry and his friends graduated from Hogwarts with top marks, and an award to the school plus the Order of Merlin from the Ministry.
It has been one month since the Dark Lord's demise, and still, people are celebrating. Thus, it is highly unlikely, in the guards drunken stupor, that they noticed a dark cloaked man skulking around the remains of the Riddle Home.
The dark figure looked about, but found only drunken men, a wizard and a muggle policeman. His lip curled in disgust at the sight of a wizard interacting with such scum as a muggle.
Slipping into the nearby shack which used to belong to Frank Bryce, he opened up a trunk that lay in the corner, untouched by the carnage of a month previous.
The Paladins had never noticed it, never found it even through the searches. It was lying here, guarded by a Mighty Guard spell against damage from magic or flying debris. In a small pocket, the man pulled out a smooth crystal.
"My Lord," said the man, looking the crystal over. Accessing the date on the last Save File, his eyes lit up under his hood. "Yes, this is it. My Lord did plan ahead."
The date on the file read two hours before the final assault on the Riddle Home. Two hours, before Potter would strike him down. And that was all the time he needed. There was no saved state afterwards, his Lord did not need one, so sure he was of victory. Thus, there was no return trip, but it suited the man just fine. He could live life under his Lord's rule once again, and every Muggle and half-blood and muggleborn would be destroyed, just like Salazar Slytherin would have wanted.
The man accessed the file, and loaded it. In a flash and a dizzying sensation, the man found himself in the same place holding the crystal. Doffing his hood, grey eyes stared out from the face of Lucius Malfoy as he looked out the window. Dark Knights were patrolling the area, ready for guarding the place of destiny.
Voldemort did not choose the Riddle House, merely out of spite for his father. It was more of the fact that it was built on a very close vein of pure Lifestream. The spirit of the Planet itself. Through it, he could control the Planet itself.
As Lucius slipped out of the Gardeners' home, he came face to face with himself whose hand went to his sword. "Who are you?" younger Lucius hissed.
"Calm yourself," elder said, not going for his own weapon. "I have come here through a Save Crystal."
Younger Lucius studied his elder self and nodded, removing his hand from the blade. "I had not expected to see you."
"Nor have I," said the elder. "Listen to me closely. We must remove Potter the moment he sets foot on the grounds."
"The other Dark Knights can handle a mere boy," said younger a bit condensing.
"You do not understand," hissed the elder. "I was struck down by him, nearly killed if it were not for his haste. Mere swords cannot touch him, magic cannot kill him. Only the Dark Lord himself can kill Potter, and Potter can kill the Dark Lord. Yes, we can wound him, yes we can maim him, but kill him? No, even a sword would not penetrate his flesh if tried as a killing blow."
"If what you say is true, then we must alert our Lord."
"We cannot. He is in direct contact with the Crystal by now. It would be futile to get him to move." elder Lucius smiled sinisterly. "I know of a way to rid ourselves of Potter without killing him."
"X-Zone," said younger, a cruel smirk coming onto his face. "I see. If we cannot kill the brat, we will remove him from existence."
"Yes, and then our Lord will be able to prevail." Elder looked up. "It is time."
And out of the sky, an Airship appeared. It flew overhead and in a flash of light, six children appeared in the middle of the field, startling Dark Knights. Both Lucius held up their hands, and felt the Darkness roll off their fingertips.
Potter and his friends were making short work of the Dark Knights when the bespectacled boy looked up, saw both Lucius and froze. That split second was all the time they needed as a duo of voices roared, "X-Zone!"
Darkness formed around Harry, and he struggled in vain. And the darkness closed around him, and the Boy-Who-Lived vanished from the Planet.
There was short lived jubilation from the Dark Knights and sorrow from his team-mates as suddenly, an X-Zone portal formed once again, and out stepped Potter. But this time, he was accompanied by a younger child with the same features but lacking weaponry. In his hand he carried a stick. More figures followed, including many men and women and Albus Dumbledore who had perished the year previous.
The tall Potter smirked, raised his voice and called out, "Dark Knights! Surrender or die!"
The Dark Knights had their reply as Darkness attacks flashed out to greet them. They were met, by the wizards pointing their silly sticks and shouting various Latin names. Light flashed and spells flew, and Lucius knew, all was lost.