Fate: Damnit
Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

I

Dudley Dursley winced; his left hand seared with white-hot pain. He was in the middle of his Social Psychology lecture. Things had changed dramatically in the past four years, ever since that attack by the Dementors, Dudley had seen what his parents had made him into: a spoiled rotten and cruel bully. Granted, he knew that he himself was also to blame. But his parents also.

Dudley, however was not like the majority of his peers. He was Latent Magus, his mage craft circuit numbers were so small; his father, Vernon, whom possessed much smaller circuits than he did hadn't deemed activating them worthwhile. Combined with wizard craft, wizardry, on his mothers side and being classed as a squib meant he was no stranger to the weird things in the world.

But this, this mark, it scared him. "Remain calm, keep breathing. Harry always told you to keep breathing. You have his address. Thankfully, this is my only lecture of the day." Dudley thought, he kept his making his notes and idly doodled a very intricate drawing oh his marks.

(Harry Potter)

Harry, didn't even move as more case files thumped down on his desk. He knew it was Dawlish. "Get working Potter."

Harry, said nothing as he got to work. Eighteen years old; Voldemort had barely been in the ground a month, yet somehow, he was doing active Auror Work. What was worse, he was stuck with Team Dawlish, whom had managed to not only survive four of the most corrupt Ministry Regime's but managed to end up Head Auror; with Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister Of Magic stuck with old-aged, old pureblood families whose only existence was to deepen their families already deep pockets. Harry sighed, of course he wasn't going to have the luxury of a reward.

"It's your life, son. We're proud of you, you doing this…we're proud of you. Furious at the Wizarding World for how they've not prepared you for this." The small speech from his father, as he walked to his death had woken something inside of him. "You can always say no…They won't dare touch you, if you refuse." Sirius had told him.

"Potter, I gave you an order." The voice was faint, but at the same time loud. Harry sighed and turned in his chair to find Dawlish, Williamson, Proudfoot and Savage all standing over him, Harry allowed a smirk to cross his face.

Harry had changed, when he'd entered the wizarding world at eleven. He'd awoken latent mage circuits in his mother and father, after Quirrell had nearly killed him. They had begun to spark, course and bind with his wizard craft, when he was twelve allowing for him to momentarily resist the basilisk venom in his blood. That venom and the subsequent phoenix tears had given Harry a tremendously powerful resistance to combative magics.

After his death and resurrection, his power and resistances had only grown. Even now, after being halted from taking part in active field auror roles he was confident that he could take his superiors. He wasn't alone, Ron and Neville looked up from their cubicles and were watching from a distance.

"No, sir." Harry, stated. Causing a tense moment of silence "No, I won't be your bloody lapdog or gofer. I've been here for barely a month, no training just thrown straight in; yet I'm the one juggling the cases that I'm not allowed to work on 'you don't have the experience'."

Dawlish turned purple; Harry carried "I'm stuck with four of the Merlin damned pieces of shit that managed to survive Voldemort's regime as Minister. You probably survived by sucking off every…Go for your wands, and you lose your lives. You still owe me a blood-debt for nearly murdering my guardian when I was at Hogwarts."

"You're still holding a grudge, over something that…" Mocked Dawlish as he drew his wand.

It was all over before it could begin. Harry's body was fully saturated in magic, non-verbal magic and wandless magic required determination, power and accuracy; something Harry had in spades. His right hand emitted a piercing blue light and Williamson and Proudfoot had found themselves being thrown across the office crashing through the cubicles around them.

Savage charged forwards; however, Ron conjured a barrier of a fallen and managed to trap Savage. Harry, meanwhile had drawn his wand then using both magecraft and wizardry had sent a pulse of energy blasting Dawlish into his office through the magically reinforced windows. "ENOUGH!" Rumbled Kingsley, the fighting subsided as soon as it had begun.

Kingsley looked around the trashed Auror Office and the four aurors prone in the cubicles. "Mr. Longshanks, please…explain. You are on the other side of Auror Potter."

"Quite simple Chief…Sorry, Minister…" Longshanks, an auror built like a barrel and an ox, a well-built man and a capable auror.

"However, you please, Ed…We've been through too much. Just keep it respectful."

"Aye, sir. Anyway, Squad Dawlish are dumping all their paperwork on Auror Potter, keeping him well passed dismissal times for cadets and keeping him from lectures. They gave him fifty to sort out, in three hours. I'm good but not that good. Anyway, Potter said no. Dawlish and his goons tried to pull their wands only for Potter to have put Williams and Proudfoot into the air; someone else got Savage as Potter, put Dawlish through your office window."

Harry looked at the Minister, his normally glittering emerald eyes were dark and hollow "I've had enough, Minister. I've had enough of being the fucking janitor of the fucking Ministry. No offence to you, but I couldn't give a fuck anymore; I've paid all debts all real and imagined to society since I was eleven. I paid my final ones when I was seventeen and destroyed Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort; all of you GROW UP. I've never once asked for anything; but now…I'm done." Harry waved his hands and the few amenities he'd brought into the cubicle jumped into a box. Harry took out his Auror badge, and casually sent it spiralling towards Kingsley who caught it without thinking.

"I…understand. Mr. Potter, you've heard it from people who more than likely didn't mean it but thankyou…Thankyou, for doing what we failed to do. I'll do…"

"Don't compare me to Dumbledore, don't even reference the great wizards who've come before us. Do it, don't preach it." Harry stated before he turned on his heel and walked out.

As he walked out, he had the sickening feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. Harry turned on his heel, the sensation of apparation filled him, and re-materialised in the grim foyer of Grimmauld Place. It was just after two in the afternoon, he'd made himself unemployed, a perfectly reasonable reason and excuse to start cooking and drinking.

As he brazened off the chuck steak, and put it in the hotpot with the vegetables, when Dudley all but launched the front door off its hinges. "Harry, you in?"

"Kitchen, Dudley…Dudley? What's going on? I wasn't expecting you until Thursday."

Dudley nodded "May I?" He asked indicating a bottle of beer. Soon enough a chilled beer was in his hand.

"In my class today, this appeared." With that he revealed the mark that appeared on his hand, it resembled an inverted triangle, with two crescent slivers at the bottom with an upper half making a heart with a spear (See Emiya Shiro's mark).

Harry's eyes widened and then narrowed "This…really isn't good. This isn't good at all. Oh shit, Dudley."

Dudley gulped; his cousin seemed more human these days. Him admitting this, was unsettling "Harry, what's going on? Do you have any idea of what is going on?"

Harry sighed "Dudley David Dursley, welcome to the annual Harry James Potter saves the fucking world party. There is no safety-manual, no way out, the final destinations are either: the morgue or the hospital, or hospital then the morgue. Oh and…welcome to the Magical Realms, please leave your sanity at the threshold."

Dudley gulped "If this is what you on a yearly basis, why didn't you go 'Fuck it, I'm done?'"

Harry sighed and drank deeply, easily necking a third of the bottle "Because it'd mean losing my memories, then back with you three. I'm sorry, I would have likely killed your father first opportunity I got. To do Wizardry and Magecraft, you need to be comfortable in being next to blood and death; a cracked moral consciousness is also required."

"Again, why didn't you walk out?"

"I wouldn't have been allowed. Funny, given the eleven years I had with you lot, for all of the imaginary slights I gave you, you left me alone. They couldn't do that; they fucking promised that they'd leave me alone after dealing with the cunt that got me placed with you…"

Dudley snorted "Let me guess they said 'before you can get that, you need to do x, y and z…What are you doing these days?'

"As of a month and a few days; I walked out of my forced job as an Auror; wizard cop."

"You walked?" Dudley said amazed, but a grin appeared on his face "What did you do?"

"I said to my boss and his goons, whom I was attached to; where I was nothing more than their paperboy to push about 'no'. Things escalated and I'm pretty sure I put three of them in hospital. Anyway, enough of my lack of life; let's examine these marks of yours."

"Harry, I know, we've not had the best of relationships until recently. Please, I beg you, help me survive this."

"You don't need to beg me. Just let me, do the heavy lifting if I say so." As they clinked bottles; Hermione walked in.

"Harry…is it true?" She stated.

"Is it true, about? Want some stew? You look like you need some stew."

Hermione stiffened. Since she'd been informed by both Ron and Kingsley, she'd been so flustered about Harry that she completely missed the warning signs that pointed out 'Harry was on edge', she'd only ever blundered through those now three times in her life. She stopped took a breather and her eyes widened. "Dudley Dursley?"

Dudley turned "Miss Granger, I'm guessing?" Hermione nodded.

"Before you ask why I'm here, along with several other pointless question that do your intellect no good. I'm here because of this." With that he revealed the blood red mark. "This appeared just now, earlier on today. Harry is the only one I know and can trust to help me out. All he knows is that it isn't good news."

Hermione nodded, smiled "Then you've come to the right person, Mr. Dursley. We'll assist you, once I've grilled your cousin." She turned back to Harry "About you hospitalising two of your colleagues and putting one in the morgue."

Harry's eyes widened "That's news to me. Dawlish and his goons accosted me and went for their wands, I proved I was faster. Last thing I remember was blasting two across the office and Dawlish into his office, through the window. I then quit."

Hermione, wrapped her arms around Harry "You bloody fool, letting your temper get the best of you. Why Dawlish and his Goons?"

"Petty revenge on their part. On my part, they owe me a blood debt for McGonagall. Now we've discussed that, stew?"

Hermione nodded "Stew sounds delicious." She turned to Dudley "Now, about your marks."

After they ate, Hermione drew her wand and after a minute of alternating between various languages, she grinned "Dudley, the magic on your hand loosely correlates with Divine Magic. We're going to need to do some research, but I think…you've been selected for the Holy Grail War."

"Holy Grail War?" Harry asked curiously.

"As in the novels of Fate?" Dudley responded curiously.

Hermione turned "Fate? As in the series Stay/night?" Dudley nodded "I thought they were fictional."

"All the best fiction has a grain of truth. Okay, Dudley…you seem to know what we're getting into, what is it?"

Dudley sighed "All I know is; Seven Marks for Seven Mage Masters; to summon Seven Servants. Then the last one standing receives the Grail."

Harry's head connected visibly with the table "Somehow, I think it's going to get a lot more complicated. First of all, Hermione, you and I need to find out more about the Holy Grail War, Servants and Masters."

Dudley nodded "Then what?"

"We summon you a Servant. Dudley, I'll supply the power; you the commands."

"A bit like Keyneth El-Melloi Archibald and his fiancée…Oh, right…you weren't…anyway they operated a similar tactic in a previous Holy Grail War. Anyway, I need those books…they'll give us some ideas of whom we could use."

Dudley nodded "Thank you."

"Thank us when we get out of this."