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Chapter 1

It was midnight when Luna had discovered the boy. She was previously in the process of investigating the uses of a muggle device called a smartphone, a curious device she had found interesting. In fact, she had estimated that it could help wizards and muggles alike. It had a camera, a thing called an Internet Browser which she had particularly found interesting, and even cute little games that people could play. She had found one on accident on her first time to London, and had prompted to buy it after seeing all the muggles using it.

She had been experimenting with the curious device's map function when she had found him. A spiky haired red haired boy just about her age, with a single white streak running across his hair. His features were Asian, and despite the fact that he looked exhausted and bloody, he was good looking, similar to the attractiveness of Cho Chang: A girl in the year above her. He was wearing presumably a plain shirt and a pair of trousers, but she couldn't tell very well.

The sword embedded in his stomach, and the blood leaking through made it hard.

As soon as Luna Lovegood noticed that little detail, she began to panic. How could I miss something so important! She quickly bent down and looked at the injury, not quite sure of what to do. She knew how to do magic, but she wasn't allowed to right now because she was underage, and besides, she doubted that her spells could do much with the boy in the state that he was. In fact, how do I even know if he's alive or not? Luna stopped herself momentarily, but a small heave in the boy's chest answered her question.

He was alive. He was alive!

Luna couldn't help but smile in relief. Despite knowing nothing about her now-patient, she was glad that he wasn't dead. Except he's going to be if something isn't done soon! Her initial panic returning to her, she desperately thought of ideas, wondering what in the world she could do. In school, she was practically infamous for keeping an abnormally calm stature, but this wasn't school. This time, someone's life was involved. The training wheels were off.

She racked her head, sighing in hopelessness before refocusing again. Panic would do her no good here. Just try and ignore the bleeding.

First, she thought, I should try removing the sword. It would worsen the bleeding, but in the state the boy was in right now, it wouldn't change his condition too much. At least, she hoped it didn't. From there on, she could levitate him with a charm, hopefully stop the bleeding flow with a spell, and she could bring him to her house, which wasn't too far away. From there on, Father would know what to do.

But should I really be using magic here? I'm not exactly allowed to... Luna cursed herself for having the thought, and pushed it away from her head. There was a life at stake here, and nothing was more important.

Alright, first the sword has to go. Quickly closing her eyes to avoid the sight of blood, she grasped the sword embedded to his stomach and pulled it out. It came out rather easily, as it thankfully wasn't embedded onto the ground as well. Regardless, the boy's eyes widened briefly, and Luna quickly muttered an apology as he closed his eyes once more.

Now, it's time for the second step. Grimacing, Luna pulled out her wand, and pointed it at the injured boy, muttering, "Wingardium Leviosa." Instantly, the magic did its work and the man smoothly levitated about a meter upwards. Thankfully, no blood was pouring out of his wound. Sighing in relief, Luna began the work of pushing him back to her house. She was surprised at how much he weighed, despite the levitation charm and his thin looking physique. By the time she arrived, she was starting to heavily sweat.

Quickly, she opened the door and pushed the boy inside.

Her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, looked at the boy and instantly went wide eyed, his attention completely taken away from the potion. "Luna, who is this boy?" he asked, already bending down with a herb in his hand.

Luna responded without hesitation. "I found him when I was walking. I used magic to bring him back here, but there was no other choice without the risk of-"

"It's fine, Luna. What we need to focus on now is that he's kept alive. Maybe we can ask him who did this to him." interrupted Xenophilius. Luna smiled, with the small voice in her head telling her that she had made a mistake now snuffed out by her father's words. "Will you get me the herb box? And a cauldron too. I'll handle the rest, so you just go to sleep, daughter."

Without responding, Luna quickly ran upstairs in the storage attic, where a small box labeled "HERBS" in messy handwriting occupied the corner. The girl quickly grabbed it and made her way downstairs, handing it to her father.

"Thank you, Luna. I'll handle the rest. From what it looks like, he should be fine. The wound to his stomach is bad, but it shouldn't cost him his life. Good job, daughter." said her father, before he finally added, "Now go to sleep. Let me handle this, and you go to bed and worry about school next month. A growing girl like you has enough on her shoulders without the life of a young man like this one." Her father's tone was practically pleading, don't argue this time. Just do as I say.

So, knowing that she couldn't argue with her father right now, Luna sighed and went towards her bedroom, plopping down on the bed in exhaustion. She didn't bother to shower or change. She was way too mentally exhausted to do that. I hope the boy does survive... She wasn't quite sure why she wanted a complete stranger to survive so desperately, but she was sure of her feelings.

Sighing, Luna pulled her pillow close to her chest, her eyes still wide open.

She didn't get any sleep that night.

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Amber eyes snapped open to the sight of silver orbs staring back at him. Said silver eyes belonged to a middle aged man, slightly wrinkly and adorned with silvery white hair. He sat in a stool, a concerned yet curious expression on his face.

"You're finally awake huh... I wondered how long it would take you." the man said.

Shirou tried to move, but it hurt. It really hurt. The man quickly pushed him down, back onto the bed once more. "You shouldn't try and move too much. You're already injured, and you've lost a lot of blood. You're in no position to move right now, much less sit up or stand."

Shirou sighed, finally giving up on movement. For now, he would settle on a question. "Where am I?" his eyes widened in surprise when the question came out in perfect English. Last time he had checked, his spoken English had been sub par at best, nowhere near the fluency that Rin, Illya or Saber displayed.

"Welcome to our humble abode. My daughter saw you unconscious and bleeding to death on a sidewalk, so she decided to bring you here. She's out right now, but she'll be back soon." answered the man. Shirou noted the story in his head. I'll need to make sure to thank her later when I see her.

And then, it all came back to him. The Holy Grail War, the corrupted Grail, getting sucked into it...

Gilgamesh.

His eyes widened and he started to sweat. "How long have I been out?" Shirou instantly asked. The man's eyes briefly narrowed, as if he was in thought.

"About 3 days."

"3 DAYS?" Shirou yelled. That was 3 days where Gilgamesh could have done god knows what. "By chance, did your daughter see a golden haired man with his arm cut off?" Shirou asked.

"No, or at least, she never mentioned anyone like that."

Shirou sweat-dropped. Oh god, this can't be happening. Gilgamesh is still alive! He went through the portal with me, so if I'm alive, I'm confident that he's alive. And if he's alive... Shirou shuddered at the thoughts of what the Hero King could do. If the servant truly tried hard enough, he would practically be able to enslave or destroy the world in a single day.

"I need to get out of here." Shirou said, but the man held him down.

"No you're not. Whatever business you have, can wait. You can barely move, and you aren't going anywhere." the man responded. With a defeated sigh, Shirou slumped back down. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything. Right now, he felt weaker than ever.

He needed to stop Gilgamesh and kill him as soon as possible. The king of heroes had already killed Rin, Shinji and Sakura, and Shirou knew that he wasn't going to stop with them. Even the man sitting in front of him right now was in danger.

"Actually kid, what's your name?" asked the man.

"Shirou Emiya." answered Shirou.

"Well, nice to meet you kid. My name's Xenophilius Lovegood." He extended out a hand in greeting, but after seeing that Shirou couldn't move at all, he retracted it, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry," he apologized. "Anyways, you should be healing up in a couple of days, and after that, you're free to go back home. But until then, you're stuck with me. It's odd, actually. You heal abnormally fast, especially considering you're a mu-" instantly, he closed his mouth.

Shirou stared at him. "A mu- what?"

Xenophilius sighed. "Forget I said anything. I'll leave to make you something to eat. Luna should be coming home anytime soon."

Shirou narrowed his eyes when the man changed the subject, but complied anyways. He seemed kind enough, and Shirou wasn't the type to pry in the business of others. After all, he wasn't going to start sharing his magus lineage to the man. Everyone had secrets.

It was then when the sound of an opening door echoed throughout the room, and a short blond girl stepped into the house. She looked about 13, with multicolored glasses the shape of flamingos, and a brown coat. She was visibly smiling, a rather woke look on her face.

He could definitely see the resemblance to her father. It starts with the silver blond hair...

As soon as she glanced towards him, she dropped the book she was holding, her smile briefly disappearing before appearing once again, in the form of a wide grin. Despite the fact that she was wearing non see-through glasses, Shirou could practically sense that she went wide eyed.

"It's you! You're awake!" She quickly paced over to his bed, looking at him with both relief and curiosity. For a brief moment, Shirou decided to let his panic about Gilgamesh disappear. First, he would need to thank this girl.

"Thank you for saving me. Your father informed me of what had happened." Shirou said, still marveling at how smoothly his English flowed. The girl smiled in reaction.

"It's no problem. My name is Luna Lovegood." the girl said.

"Shirou Emiya. Pleased to meet you." Shirou responded.

Luna grinned, before her expression returned to the woke on that it had before, a slight smile gracing her pale face. "Me too. I'm glad that you're ok. But right now, I need to do something really important!" she said, and before Shirou could blink, she grabbed her book and rushed off to god knows where.

Xenophilius chuckled. "She seems excited to see you. Usually nothing makes her grin that wide."

Shirou smiled at the man's words, but his mind was off elsewhere.

Because he could have sworn that the picture on Luna's book had been moving. Like a freaking video.

Maybe it was some Western thing, but he was pretty sure that book covers didn't have videos on them. Just who are these people?

Little did Shirou know, he had just gotten himself into a situation that he could have never expected.

Why did I decide to write this? Well, I thought that Luna and Shirou would make a really interesting character dynamic, and here we are now. For your information by the way, this will deviate into AU ground. Despite the fact that Harry and Co aren't going to be heavily involved at first, Voldemort and Harry & Co will be heavily involved later on. It's going to start with Harry's 4'th year soon, and while that won't deviate too much from HP canon, years 5+ will shake things up a lot.