AN: hey this is maticore and this is my usual proclamation saying that I do not own either the FATE nor the Harry potter universes. I hope that you enjoy the story
AN1: Note I have changed the date of the story to keep it more in keeping as while the potterverse might be stuck in the antique era no matter what the Nasuverse does get effected by its surroundings to an extent and due to that I made my decision.
Return of the Guardian
Chapter 2
It was a chilly night this year. Halloween, usually children would be seen out trick or treating. Having fun with family and friends. But in This cookie cutter street everything was quiet. Too quiet! The street was so normal that it looped right back round into being abnormal.
Each and every house was identical right down to the proportions of their gardens the only differences being how the gardens had been laid out within those proportions. It was almost sickening the extent of the lack of individuality.
It was here at just past midnight that suddenly the lights cut out for apparently no reason. If one had to look out into the street they would only see shadows. But in one of the houses in the street was a man infamous among the Magus community. One Kiritsugu Emiya a spikey black haired man wearing a black buisness suit was sitting inside his safe house after coming back from a failed attempt to get his darling little girl back from those gods damned Einzbernz! It wasn't his fault that the idiots had shot themselves in the foot. The fucks had corrupted the grail themselves by summoning Avenger now once he had won the war but disposed of it to save the world what do they do? The fuckers blame him and steal his precious daughter! The thought alone caused Kiritsugu to punch the wall in rage.
Noticing the lights in the street suddenly going out he grabbed a set of Night vision goggles from his stores and started to observe outside. The Curses from the grail hadn't effected him to any great deal yet so he was trying to put away as much money as possible before he couldn't work any more. And while he was over trying to get Ilyasviel he had received a mission from the Clock tower. His reward was a pardon. The mission was to check on the other half of the mystical world.
This caught kiritsugu off guard. Whilst he was aware that there was more to the hidden world than the clock tower let on that was due to the nature of his work. He was also aware that the majority of magus did not know as given the magus attitude it could only cause problems between factions. So here he was preparing to go on his mission. He had a list of all locations that are saturated with mana and they come to him.
So he decided to count his blessings and observe maybe he might not need to go to the hot spots...maybe.
Xxxxx
Albus Dumbledore was a very old man who many would accuse of looking like the personification of merlin. His long snow white beard almost touching his knees and his gaudy robes marking him out as an intruder to this area as he was walking down the bland street, Privet drive he thought it was called, enroute to meet his colleague. Albus was not someone who enjoyed all this bland and sneaking, He enjoyed being seen and making his presence known. It was one of the reasons why he wore such loud robes. It made sure that he was not missed. But there was a time for everything and tonight was such a time for discretion.
So here he was walking down the street to meet Minerva Mcgonagle who had been on watch for him since the news had broken about the attack. Looking around he spotted her. So walking up to her. "Ahh Minerva its good to see you this evening." Albus said trying to put as much cheer as he could into his voice.
"Albus I don't know how but you are the only person who can identify me without fail in my animagus form. How do you do it?" the woman groused from her spot sitting on a low wall at the corner of the street. Looking at the man she could see that insufferable twinkle in his eye again.
"gha! forget it. Tell me Albus are the rumours true?" she whispered. Looking almost in despair as she asked. He looked thoughtful for a moment before turning to her "What have you heard so far my dear?" this seemed to irritated her but she answered anyway as she knew she wasn't going to get any further without giving him the answers he wanted. "Not much just what I can see on the viewing box the muggles have. I saw reports of owls flying during the day and reports of shooting stars over a town to the south luckily it got marked down as a early celebration but if people keep this up they might not be so lucky!" she finished her rant proving her position as one of the strictest diciplinarians in his school.
"well I shall tell you that the potters were attacked by Voldemort" Minerva gasped at his non-chalant way of saying this. "ohh no they had withdrawn from the war as well they wanted nothing but to raise their child." she said sadly a tear forming in her eye.
"Indeed, Both lily and James have not survived the attack." he reported. The pained look in the womans face told the story Lily had always been one of her favourite students. "what of their child?" she asked a little bit of emotion. Hope, slid into her voice betraying her emotions that were usually so well controlled.
"Young Harrison is being brought here via another route just to ensure his safety"the old man claimed just before a low rumbling was heard in the quiet of the street. Both people in the unlikely meeting place turned to look up only to see a light aproaching them.
After a couple of minutes the shape resolved itself into a motor bike, a Harley Davidson with an attached side-car slowly lowering out of the sky. The person riding the vehicle was a mammoth of a man wearing a massive hide coat. It was not long before the shaggy bearded man was on the ground and walking across to Albus.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Mcgonagle." said the man as they both replied nodding "Hagrid". "I hope the journey was not to bad Hagrid" asked Albus "no not at all professor, the little tyke fell asleep while we where flying here" chuckled Hagrid as he fished out a basket with a child in it and handed it over to Albus.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Albus i've been watching these people and they..." started Minerva before she was cut off. "As much as I dislike it it is necessary he needs to grow up away from our society. Otherwise he could be influenced in undesirable ways. Whether it be due to presure on the government for an undesirable to adopt and raise him or the fame he has gained this from this event going to his head. Being seperated from our world will isolate him from that." At this he walked up to one of the houses and laid the basket down with a letter in it. Before looking over his work "Harry potter the boy who lived I wish you good luck." and with that and a nod fair well the three compatriots departed without another word their work done.
Xxxxx
Kiritsugu honestly couldn't believe it. Silently he was thanking his mentor for teaching him how to read lips as he sat their taking notations of what was said. And he had basically completed his mission without doing anything. Don't get him wrong he would still be going to confirm his findings, nothing wrong with being thorough.
What worried him though was the fact that supposedly the dark lord that the clock tower had warned him about had attacked a family killed the parents but not the child. Why?
He watched the Wizards leave and waited five minutes to ensure they had left before exiting his safe house as quietly as possible. He made his way across the road and looked at the child and saw something was slightly off. It looked like there was a slight shimmer around him.
One of the things that had always made him a good assassin was he could see through most disguises due to the temporal mage craft, the two don't mix well it causes a slight distortion effect that shows them up. Picking up the letter and opening it he read.
Dear Mrs Petunia Dursley
I regret to inform you that on the evening of the thirty first of october 1991 your sister and her husband were the victims of a terrible attack on their persons resulting in their deaths. Fortunatly we think that the murderer has perished.
As you may have noticed young Harrison survived the attack. He did so through his mother sacrificing her life for him thus providing a shield for him. I hereby request that you provide shelter for him. I have put an enchantment on him based off of his mothers sacrifice that will allow the protect to extend to his home.
I thank you for doing this and I look forward to seeing Harrison at school when he turns eleven.
Sincerely
Albus Percivel Brian Wolfric Dumbledore
Head master of Hogwarts
Chief warlock of the Wizengamot
Supreme Mugwump of the ICW
Order of merlin First class
After reading the letter Kiritsugu really couldn't help but sigh. These wizards where either stupid as all high hell or have no idea how the world works. Fuck even magi understand the world better than this. Christ to tell someone that they might have murderers after them but to please take the child in anyway? Idiots!
Deciding what to do he turned to the door, number four he saw and pulled out a lock pick. Looking around checking for an alarm he didn't see one using some structural grasp to check just in case. Finding it all clear he picked the lock. He didn't want this loud he had been using this street as a safe house for a while and had a dossier on all the people living in the street.
The Dursleys where a family of normal people who where obsesivly normal. They would avoid anything that was even slightly out of the ordinary as if it was touched with the plague. So he would do this quietly make it so they have deniability and he can get all the answers he wants. Once the door was quietly opened he lifted the carry basket inside, he looked about to see if there was any one around, there wasn't, and closed the door.
Proceeding up stairs he entered the master bedroom and seated on a stool at a make-up mirror of a type that his beloved Irisviel used to use And faced the bed. Looking around for he found a shoe he couldn't help but smirk. Picking up the shoe he threw it inbetween the couple who were currently sleeping in the bed infront of him.
With a start and a scream of shock the two were awake and looking around for the source of the disturbance till they found him. "Mister Emiya What are you doing breaking into our home in the middle of the night!" shrieked petunia at a volume that it was hard not to wince at.
"I will explain but first read this" he said in a calm voice before handing over the letter. He watched as she read before she demanded "what is this some kind of sick joke?" she demanded staring at him.
"Unfortunatly no, Not even twenty minutes ago I was watching a group of people abandon a child on your door step with nothing but a thin blanket and a letter." he all but snarled at the thought of doing that to a child. "when I went to check on the child I find out that the child is not only your nephew but also magical." he finished noticing a flinch when he said magic.
"Now you have a choice you can take him in, you can put into an orphanage, or I will take him. I have a son back in japan I think it would be good for him to have a brother." at this Emiya stared them down as they thought.
"I don't want him there is too much bad blood between me and my sister" she said adamantly. Getting a nod from the assassin. He Pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing a contract.
"This is a official contract that is you signing over custity to me, in this you are agreeing that you have no legal rights to the child from the moment it is signed" explained Kiritsugu. Getting a nod from the pair. After which they signed. It wasn't long afterwards that he left and headed towards the one place he wished he never had to visit again. Diagon alley or more specifically Gringotts he had an adoption to ratify and after that it was back to japan.