Greeting once again readers! As an apology for the delay last chapter, I am starting this one a bit earlier than usual. I am delighted to know that all of you are enjoying this story. I would also like to once again thank my beta, Arawn D Draven for helping me on that last chapter. Between the draft I sent him and the draft he sent back, he somehow added about a thousand words, so I would like to thank him for correcting my rookie mistakes and helping me add some detail here and there. As always, thanks to all of you who read, review, favorite, and follow! So now, to answer some reviews!

Thundramon: Nope, Harry's parents are completely dead. Regarding Harry's manipulation, just about any magus from the Clocktower could manipulate circles around Malfoy Sr. anytime or Dumbledore if he underestimates them. Harry himself, with his natural predisposition towards manipulation and having been tutored by Zouken? Well... you can imagine how that's going to go down.

AnimeA55Kicker: It's funny you should bring up Sekirei...

madcow360: The two main reasons I made Illya ten are because 1. I intend for her to go to Hogwarts with Harry and Sakura and 2. I needed her to be young enough that she is able to trust Harry. I couldn't picture an Illya with four more years with Grandpa Einzbern being amendable to talking it out with Kiritsugu. I will probably have something happen at least between Harry and the Flamels. I will ramp up the stakes a bit for Harry so that he doesn't just steamroll the Potterverse. Thanks for the ideas on potential ways to do that.

Squadpunk 2.0: What can I say, I've always loved that gag. As for the other issue, well Harry is a master alchemist for a reason...

Rakjo: He's going to have to alchemically enlarge it pretty soon.

Have a Little Feith: Illya is not going to be joining the harem. She's just going to be a clingy, sociopathic little sister. Also, Kiritsugu would rather shoot Harry than marry his daughter to him, whether he likes him or not, Kiritsugu is a very overprotective father.

Roxas902: 1. (see reply to AnimeA55Kicker) 2. Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

Lupine Horror: Might be a bit longer in this war than that, but yeah, I'm aiming to finish this up and be in Potterverse within 3-4 chapters. As for Ginny and Mrs. Weasley, I think Ginny had her heart in the right place, but was sort of screwed by circumstances up till the end, not to mention she's the youngest girl with like six older brothers. Regarding Mrs. Weasley, yeah she has her occasional moment of bitchiness, but she is also a very kind, motherly figure. If you had to manage the Weasley family, wouldn't you be a bit overbearing? Maybe it's because I'm southern, but she kind of reminds me of most of my family.

cardo078: Glad to know you agree on both counts.

xYuukito: I hope I'm able to keep the schedule, but who knows?

Im a guest: That's a pretty basic summary of the negotiations, lol.

Pedo: I might be able to work some limes in, but I don't know. I suppose I did make this story M-rated for a reason after all. The setup I'm going to go for post-war is Hogwarts during the school year, dimension hopping during summer and breaks.

Silent reader: Rin will be Harry's ally and maybe eventually friend and she and Sakura may reconcile, but she won't be joining the harem. Also, I don't know about the servants. Maybe in future sections.

Guest: Yes, Shirou was Sakura's weakness, but her love was also the only thing keeping her sane. Had she completely lost it, Mainyu would have taken over eventually and fucked everyone up.

Akuma-Heika: There are two reasons for that. The first is that I was trying to think up how I would write her and I couldn't stop drawing parallels to Akitsu from Sekirei. The second is that I mentioned that to a friend of mine who I was bouncing ideas off at the time and he showed me some deviantart he was making of an OC who looked a hell of a lot like Akitsu so I used the OC's appearance for Assassin's. Not to mention, she's an Assassin, she probably has some ability that works like HP metamorphism and can look like whoever the hell she wants.

Chapter 6: Midnight in the Garden

Harry Potter awoke in a bright, strangely familiar place. He reflexively tried to examine his surroundings but the bright light surrounding him hardly allowed him to do so, therefore he was forced to quickly close his eyes lest he be blinded.

Okay, so sight is out, he thought with a grimace. Might as well check if the other senses are useless too.

Slowly, Harry began letting od flow through his body. He sent it to his nose, his ears, and his skin, reinforcing his senses as much as he could to make up for the lack of visual information.

On his skin, he felt that he was lying on what felt like soft dirt, or maybe sand. Whatever it was, it was slightly damp and rather comfortable, all things considered so he could consider himself lucky that wherever he was, he hadn't ended lying on sharp rocks, that wouldn't nearly as pleasant.

Taking a deep breath, he was assaulted by countless scents, all of them flooding his sense of smell due to his massive reinforcement of his nose. He could smell the crisp aroma that clean running water let off, he smelled trees filled with fruits, he smelled flowers, hundreds of flowers, and he smelled woodland creatures. With that, it was rather easy for him to deduce that he was either in a forest, or very close to one, probably no farther than a few dozen feet.

He then focused on his hearing, and immediately, he could make out the faintest sounds, although thankfully, the louder ones didn't cause him intense pain like they should have. All around him, he heard the rushing of a river, the swaying of trees in the wind, the calls of birds, the chatter of squirrels, the howls of wolves. These sounds further impressed the idea of a forest and from the location of the water all around, it sounded like he was on an island cut from the earth by rivers on all sides. Feeling that his eyes had adjusted enough to the light around him, he squinted them open, ready to close them again should the need arise. Not feeling the searing pain of last time, he opened them a bit further, until they were finally fully open.

He looked forward and was confused as to why his vision was filled with patches of green and blue. Green, he could understand, he was supposed to be in a forest, but what kind of tree was blue? It was then he remembered that he was lying down and was staring at the sky through treetops. Berating himself for his forgetfulness, he sat up and was struck dumb by what laid in front of him, for in what he was seeing was the most perfect forest he had ever seen. It was the very image of nature and beauty, with trees that seemed to flow all around him, all individually different, but equally perfect. Every tree bore fruits of all kinds, from apples to pears, and even to oranges, and weaving between the trees were flowers of every type.

Harry could just imagine Joy having an orgasm at the sheer sight of so many varied types of flowers in the same place. He could identify quite a few of the flowers, but some were entirely unfamiliar to him, and others he was rather certain were extinct. Flying through the air and resting on the trees and flowers were birds and butterflies, all once again equally present, regardless of familiarity or extinction. He discovered that the source of his earlier blindness was the fact that this place was the very image of perfection as the midday sun was in a cloudless sky, and since he had been laying down, when he had opened his eyes he had been staring straight at the sun, so it was hardly a surprise he had been blinded.

Hearing a rustling sound nearby, he froze as the biggest wolf he had ever seen came out of the nearby bushes. Had he been standing, this wolf still would have stood at least a foot above his shoulders, making it at the very least six to seven feet tall. Had he not been concerned for his life, he would have noted that this midnight black wolf was, like everything else in this forest, the very image of perfection, without a single scar or imperfection visible, despite wildlife always resulting in such signs in animals, especially predators like wolves.

As he was concerned, Harry did what most children would have done in this circumstance: freeze and hope it went away. His hopes were dashed as, faster than he could blink, the massive animal charged and pounced on his still sitting form, essentially tackling his and pinning him to the ground. Unable to move to defend himself, he scrunched his eyes shut, while desperately struggling to lift it off him, to little effect despite his reinforced limbs. Having expected to die a very painful and messy death, his confusion was therefore quite natural when instead of teeth closing around his neck, he felt a tongue glide across his face. Once it happened again, he opened his eyes to find the direwolf, he remembered the name of the extinct species, licking his face like an enthusiastic dog finally seeing its master after a great many years of absence. Not really having much experience with dogs, and even less with giant wolves acting like lovesick puppies, he simply did what he thought was natural and started petting it on the head. This seemed to appease the animal as it finally let up on its licking and backed off a bit, panting, its' tongue lolling from its' mouth as it watched Harry with an expression that seemed to be close to happiness. He attempted to crawl out from under the wolf, but it was still laying on his legs and thus he was still pinned. Unsure of what to do, he took a shot in the dark.

"Uhh, heel?" he said hesitantly. He was surprised it actually worked when the wolf leaned forward to give his face on last lick before getting off him and sitting at his side, looking up at him expectantly. Slowly he stood and took a step forward, the wolf following him.

Deciding that the giant lupine was not a threat for the moment, he focused on his other concern: figuring out where the hell he was, since he didn't remember doing anything warranting him ending up in a forest. By listening to the river surrounding the island he was on, he figured out that he was on the Western side of it. Based on that, he began working his way toward the center.

When he noticed that the wolf, which did in fact stand about a foot over his ten years old form, was still at his side, he decided that he might as well name it. He considered a couple names, but they all leaned toward one gender or he wasn't sure of the lupine's gender, he was not about to check, even if so far nothing indicated the animal might hurt him, he was not going to take chances. Looking at the wolf's fur, he finally decided on something at least a little gender-neutral.

"I'm going to call you Midnight. What do you think?"

He got his reply when the wolf once again pounced and enthusiastically started licking his face. Well then, I guess this means "yes", he dryly thought, while he was busy trying to get the enthusiastic animal to stop covering his face and upper body in drool.

After wrestling Midnight off him, he continued his trip towards the center of the island, the wolf trotting behind him. Normally, the thick undergrowth should have impeded him, but it all seemed to bend out of his way when he approached, as if making a path for him, something that he did not miss, as it was not normal.

Ignoring all the oddities of this forest, he finally made it to the center, and was once again awestruck. He was standing in a massive clearing, which practically sparkled before him, as cliché as it sounded.

On the far side of the clearing was a pond, which actually did sparkle with its crystal clean waters, teeming with fish and life, while in the northern part of the clearing, was a large apple tree that gave him a strange sense of foreboding, like he shouldn't approach it. In the southern part was an old, ruined archway with a doorway built into it, the monument giving off an even darker feeling than the tree. Harry noted that despite the air being filled with birds and butterflies, none of them went near either the tree or the archway, as if feeling the malignant aura surrounding them. In the western portion, nearest to Harry, was what looked like a large vegetable patch, containing every type of farmable plant imaginable. He was confused by some of the plants as they seemed to resemble the experiments he had seen of some magi that experimented with organic matter and mutated plants. For example, he could have sworn that upon seeing him, one of the vines on a plant in the field waved at him, despite how impossible it sounded. What was probably the most prominent feature of the field a raised platform in the center with what looked like a duplicate of his workshop, but improved and refined into any Magus' wet dream. The old workbench he'd alchemically reinforced looked like a master artisan had redesigned it to be more efficient, while the small forge he had built had been turned into a massive furnace with tools for shaping matter all around it, said tools almost sparkling in the light, brand new and only waiting for someone to use them.

He was about to go towards the workshop, when he felt a strange calling in his mind. The feeling was compelling him to approach the tree in the north, despite his every instinct warning him to stay away from it. Curiosity peaked, he started cautiously walking towards it, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. When he started nearing it, Midnight started whimpering and trying to edge him away from it. Ignoring why the wolf was afraid of the tree, he pressed on,although it was made harder by the animal's effort to stir him away. Nonetheless, he eventually reached the tree, and took a good look at it. While everything else in the forest was the very image of perfection, this tree looked gnarled and worn, though still strong, making it stand out like a sore thumb in the mini-paradise he was in. Oddly, despite its old appearance, from its branches hung the most enticing apples he had ever seen, fruits he could tell were large and juicy, despite the tree's sinister appearance. The branches swayed in the wind and one of them bent enough to dangle one of the apples right before him, as if offering it. He reached up and plucked it, causing the branch to sway back into place. He looked over the apple, and seeing no imperfection took a tentative bite. If he was dreaming, as he thought he was, despite how realistic everything was, then he would be fine, and if he wasn't, well his body was currently reinforced, which should allow him to neutralize most lesser toxins, or slow down the effects of the most powerful ones.

Pain, he knew nothing but pain. It was as if someone had replaced his circuits with hot lava. The only pain he could even relatively compare to it was when Zouken had been teaching him to activate his circuits and, not understanding what the old man meant, he had accidentally turned one of his nerves into a circuit. This felt like that, but instead of it just being the arm, he felt the pain in every fiber of his body. He would have blacked out from the pain, but he didn't seem to be able to.

Eventually, the pain faded, leaving him panting and sweaty on the ground, shivers racking his body as it tried to recover from whatever had happened to it. As he laid on the ground recovering, a sound made him look up, and his eyes fell on a blonde woman, who seemed to be wearing a simple toga. Had he been a Christian, he would have mistaken her for the archangel Gabriel, but as he wasn't, he instead racked his brain, mentally coming up with a list of possibilities based on the fact that he was in the mother of all gardens and took a shot in the dark.

"Gaia."

The woman smiled warmly, reached down, cupped his cheek, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Yes, my child."

"Your child? I am human. Shouldn't you hate me?"

It made no sense. From what Zouken had taught him and Sakura, Gaia was the representation of the will of the planet, a being that had made it clear through its' actions that it wanted mankind gone, or at least nowhere near as numerous as they currently were. It had even reached for the Type-Moon to cull the human population, as well as created Primate Murder, a being whose single purpose was to kill as many humans as possible. Based on that, the general consensus of any "sane" Magus, was that whenever they crossed paths with a being even remotely influenced by Gaia, it was better to run, and run fast.

As if amused by his question, the woman smiled, an indulgent smile, like the ones seen on the face on adults whenever they were trying to explain something to their children.

"You are a being of Earth, and are therefore my child. I am Gaia, I am the creator of all, including humanity, and as such I do not hate mankind. I only occasionally discipline them as a mother disciplines a misbehaving child. I only take action to keep the human race from destroying the planet, and therefore itself. The reason I am speaking to you, my child, is that the planet faces a great threat in this war you are partaking in. When you first stepped in this world, I saw your potential to avert this catastrophe and named you my champion. Why do you think the ability to create has come so easily to you? Why do you think you have such a desire to protect those close to you? It is because your mother is the great creator, and the great protector. When I made you my champion, I set you apart from humanity, and above them.

The reason I have involved myself in this way, is because inside your soul you bear a great curse. This curse, if unleashed, will destroy all creation, destroying not only mankind, but everything I created, twisting it and corrupting it until there is nothing but a barren desert left. As the curse represents the entirety of man's evils, the only way to eliminate it if it fully manifested would be to completely eradicate mankind. Naturally, Alaya would oppose that and we would be forced to war. If we warred, all of my children would suffer. To prevent that from happening, I found a child in another world who would fit the needed role and ensured that they were transported here. Zelretch may have thought he was acting himself, but he was but the agent of my will, bringing you to this dimension. When he did so, I gifted you with the tools necessary to deal with the threat, as I have chosen you to remove this threat, and I shall not allow you to fail."

Harry was feeling faint. He was currently discussing with a being who, if history was to be believed, wanted nothing more than to limit mankind's expansion and numbers, a being that so far no Magus had ever met. To accurately sum up his mental state at the moment, he was feeling a mix of wonder and utter terror, for he was listening to a being incomprehensibly powerful and incredibly ancient, something that saw humans as little more than ants.

"My time grows short. All you need do to speak with me again is come to this tree in your sleep. I shall know you wish to speak, and meet you here. Also, now that you are aware of your "heritage" as it is, it will no longer be suspicious if I don't erode your magical projections. Anything you project shall be fully formed and shall not erode until you wish it. Do not abuse this gift. That is my final blessing until you finish this task. Be safe, my child."

With that final message, she kissed his head and the burning sensation he had been feeling returned in full. This time he did black out.

-Break-

Harry awoke again to a heavy feeling on his chest shaking him and wet drops dropping on his face. Shaking himself awake, he could see that Sakura was straddling his chest, shaking his shoulders while calling to him desperately, and crying. Not quite understanding why she was acting as such, but unwilling to keep silent when she was clearly distressed, he reflexively reached up and pulled her down into a hug.

The hug was tightened when Rider apparently joined in, followed by Illya, then by Assassin, then Caster, then Leanna, then Monica, then finally Joy. Each addition to group-hug made it tighter, and it was quite awkward for Harry to be in the middle of a group of females, most of them beautiful and naked, while they were holding him in a death grip and pressing certain "squishy" parts against his body. Fortunately for him, after a few minutes of this treatment, they relaxed the hold they had on him.

After extracting himself from his Servants' hugs and massive... extremities, by the Root he prayed this wasn't the onset of hormones, he leaned back to confront Sakura on her crying, which she hadn't let up on, although now it was more sobbing quietly than openly crying. Gently grabbing her shoulders, he reached up and wiped a tear from her eye.

"What's wrong, Sakura?"

The question was apparently enough to open the dam, as she started frantically babbling while desperately checking him over for injuries, her fingers touching every available piece of his body, almost as if she was checking his body parts weren't going to suddenly turn to dust or disappear. Seeing that she was working herself in a frenzy, he gently took her hands and quieted her down in the only way he could think of: leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her lips. His attempt seemed to work as she immediately stopped babbling and blushed brightly enough to light up the dark bedroom. Seeing that she was now more likely to answer him in an intelligible manner, he put his hands on her shoulders and repeated his earlier question. Sniffing and wiping her eyes, she looked at him with puffy, red eyes.

"You just started screaming and thrashing in your sleep a few minutes ago. Your circuits were all glowing. It looked like you were dying so I got scared and tried to wake you up but you justwouldn'twakeupandsoIgotworriedandstartedshakingyouohRootharrypleasedon'teverleaveme."

By the time she got to the end of her explanation she was back to her previous undecipherable pace of speech, so he gave up on trying to get her to slow down and simply kissed her again before pulling her off his chest and into his arms. Seeing what he was doing, she settled back into his arms, clinging to him like he would drift away if she didn't hold on tight enough. Knowing that it would take a bit more to soothe her if she was so worked up, he started brushing her hair like he used to do when she was scared in the pit, making her start melting in his arms.

When she was finally calmed down and loosened up on her death grip, he explained his dream and that it had probably been Gaia doing something to his circuits. He knew he was going to worry everyone, but seeing how distressed they were over his state, he couldn't find it in himself to lie to them, especially not when whatever had happened might have a significant impact on his life. Still, he was not the only one puzzled about what had happened, although the most prominent reaction he had gotten from his companions had been pure shock, what with them either having knowledge about Gaia downloaded in their brain thanks to the system made to summon Servants, or already knowing quite a bit in Magecraft.

Still, so far whatever had happened didn't seem to have aftereffects, so he resolved to check it out in the morning. He was about to fall back to sleep as Sakura had already done, when he felt Rider's hand on his shoulder. He opened his mouth to ask her what she needed when suddenly a soft pair of lips found his own. Unlike the kiss he had given Sakura, this one lasted no more than a few moments, before the lavender-haired Servant broke the kiss, her blindfold staring right in his eyes, and her face much more solemn than he had ever seen her.

"Master, please do not worry us and then dismiss the problem like that. I don't know if you have realized it at this point, but you have seven women who love you with all our hearts and need you. We are all your Servants, or people who consider you as family, and all of our love goes to you, regardless of our age. I think I am speaking for all of us when I say that we can't stand the thought of anything happening to you, so please, don't wave away potentially life-threatening problems like that. It is our purpose to protect you from anything we can, so the biggest nightmare for us is a threat we can't protect you from.

We love you, Master. Be safe, for us if nothing else."

Having said her piece, she kissed him again and settled down in her previous place, next to where Illya, who had also fallen asleep. Still dazed from what had happened, he looked down at the rest of his Servants to ask what had happened,and turned just in time for another pair of lips to crash against his own. He was shocked to find the lips this time belonged to Caster, who gave him a reproachful but loving look like Rider had before returning to her place on his leg.

He wasn't quite as surprised when Assassin was next to kiss him with a look clearly stating that if things had gone her way, she would have done so far earlier, though she did shock him by taking it a step further and inserting her tongue. He supposed that she lacked the sense of propriety that his other Servants had, little though it was. Once she was done, and returned to her place, he was quite sure of what was waiting for him when, looking to his left, Leanna stepped up and gave him a passionate kiss, her smile so wide it was threatening to split her face in two. Joy was more reserved and shy, but once she was into it, she was just as passionate as the others. Finally, Monica stepped up and gave him a last, long kiss, before withdrawing her lips and looking back at her sisters. The three homunculi all exchanged a smile before returning to their normal sleeping positions, looking much more satisfied.

Harry eventually settled down, for the first time since coming to the Emiya estate, unable to sleep, his mind trying to process just what in the name of the Root had just happened.

-Break-

Rider was not really sure what had come over her. While she had been intending to scold her Master for being insensitive towards herself and her fellow Servants, she had not intended to kiss him so suddenly like she had done. It was true that she had slowly fallen for him in the days she had known him. Normally, his age would be a concern, but for Servants, who exist outside of time, he could be ten or he could be ten thousand and she would not care either way. She herself was, strictly speaking, several millennia old, so at this point whoever she pursued a relationship with, outside of other Heroic spirits from her time, would be toddlers to her. What mattered was that he was the most loving, most noble, and most caring man she had ever known and thus she had fallen for him. He was a far cry from the men she remembered meeting in her life, as those had been greedy fools, only motivated by the thoughts of either slaying her, or enslaving her sisters, something she was perfectly aware would be complete anathema to Harry.

As she tried to understand her own action, she realized the impulse had come when she had seen him kiss Sakura, making her act without thinking. For a single moment, she had felt burning jealousy, for where Sakura had found someone to love her, she had never had the luck to have such a person there for her when she had been alive, and she had died alone, forsaken by all. Therefore, before she could even realize what she was doing, she had already pressed her lips against her Master's, deciding that she might as well try to convey her feelings properly.

She just hoped she had not distressed him with the knowledge that he had seven women in love with him. If he was distressed, she would do whatever necessary to make it right, even if at her own expense.

-Break-

Caster was concerned for her Master. When Rider had impulsively kissed him, she knew that all of them would have to confess their feelings or jeopardize their chances of ever being able to do so without being left behind.

When her Master-Harry- turned toward her she leapt for the first chance and kissed his as gently as she could. In her years of seduction and betrayal, she had kissed many men and even some women, but kissing someone had never felt as rightas it had when she kissed her Master. It was as if she had found the last piece of a puzzle that would have been her soul, making it complete, whole, and absolutely perfect. While she was angry at Rider for forcing her confession so early and potentially risking his acceptance of them, she also could not help but feel somewhat grateful for getting the chance to kiss her Master. She had seen is his eyes confusion, but acceptance. Her heart had soared when she saw that. It meant that he hadn't expected them to have fallen for him, but accepted them nonetheless.

-Break-

Assassin was the happiest she had ever been. When she realized that she had fallen in love with her god, she had initially thought that it was only appropriate. He was the only one she could truly love. All others would forever come second. It was only later that she realized that her god might not accept her dirty, unfaithful form. She had attempted to earn his acceptance while doing penance by watching over him in his sleep and guarding him during meals, but he didn't seem to have noticed, or if he did, he hadn't seemed to deem it enough. This drove her deep into a pit of despair as her entire body sang with love and devotion for her god, but she knew that he did not return her love.

Yet hope rose up within her when she saw her fellow Servant lay her lips upon her god's own. Originally, her instinct had been to kill her fellow Servant for her impertinence, and she would have done so without hesitation if the mortal shell of deity had shown the slightest sign of rejecting the action, but her god did not reject her as expected.

When his second Servant repeated the action and was not rejected, she took the action her body had been begging her to accomplish, and took her god's lips in her own. The feeling of her lips on his had nearly driven her over the edge, more so at least than a great deal of men in her mortal life, but it was to be expected from the center of her universe. Needing more of his taste, she had taken the kiss a step further, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, although she had made certain to be gentle, not aggressive, since her god was young, and still inexperienced when it came to women, although in time she would hopefully be able to teach him about the female body.

When the kiss was done, she had felt the need to relieve her womanhood, but refrained out of respect for her one and only Master. Not only did he need to recover from what had happened earlier, but she had just joined her god's harem, and thus needed to take things slowly. Her god might be too young to enjoy such activities at the moment, but it would only be a few years before they could indulge to his heart's desire. She had spent centuries despairing, what were a mere few years, when she could spend them by the side of her God?

-Break-

Leanna was in La-La Land. Ever since her Master created her, she'd known her entire life would be dedicated to him. There were a lot of things she loved in life, but Master was the biggest among them! She had always loved him, but it had taken him nearly dying in his sleep for everyone's feelings to truly come out. It was perfect! Like a fairy tale! She had seen everyone kissing him and just did what came naturally and done it herself. It was even better than she could have imagined! She felt the mental urge to squeal, but refrained since she would have woken the others up.

-Break-

Joy was sitting as still as she could with a massive blush on her face, wondering if she had really just done that. While she loved her Master, all of her sisters did, she never quite imagined doing that, at least, not for quite a while, since he was still so young.

She had always been a quiet girl, preferring gardening and the like to the active, boisterous activities of her younger sister. All of them had always dreamed of being able to kiss their Master, but none of them actually thought they would be able to until he was older and inclined to take them a bit more seriously. It wasn't like age really mattered to them due to their Master being a number of years older than them, but it would matter to him. She would have to think on this further.

-Break-

Monica... wasn't sure what to think. It was her duty to Master to be at his side and assist him, but a relationship might complicate that. She also wasn't sure how having six women suddenly confess their love would affect him.

She did hope he accepted their love, but she was prepared if he wished it so to simply act like nothing had happened and go back to business as usual. Her younger sisters might be hurt, but such was the duty of a homunculus. At the very least they were fortunate enough to have a kind Master, which was much more than what they could have expected from any other Magus.

She of course knew that Master would never intentionally do anything to hurt her or her sisters, but as just demonstrated by his dismissal of his near-death experience, he did it unintentionally sometimes. Regardless, she resolved to stand by him, whatever he decided.

-Break-

Harry was internally panicking. His Servants had all just kissed him. Sure he loved all of them, but to know that they all loved him like that shocked him to his very core, since his life with the Dursleys, and later, with the Matous, hadn't exactly left him aware that people could like him. He knew that he didn't want to do anything to hurt them, but he wasn't sure if they would all accept being with him, since three of them were Servants, women who had carved their place in history in periods where they were seen as only slightly above cattle.

The fact that they had all just kissed him in view of each other showed that they were all willing to get along, but he didn't want to put them in that position. Unfortunately, it was the only solution he could think of where nobody was left out. He would leave the decision to them, he decided. He would love all of them equally and if one of them objected, he would do his best to solve the problem. He also decided that based on Rider's words about endangering himself, he would have to keep himself safe, for their sake. His mind made up, he whispered a quiet "I love you too," and fell asleep in the embrace of the women that loved him.

-Break-

Morning came too soon for Harry. For the first time in his life, he slept in. When he woke up, he was still the only one awake, even Assassin, who oddly enough wasn't creepily watching him as he slept anymore. It seemed everyone else was just as exhausted from last night as he was.

Looking around at his bedmates, he knew how to get his acceptance of their love across. First, he leaned over to Sakura on his arm and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. That seemed enough to rouse her as she shifted and blearily opened her eyes,a small smile on her lips.

After Sakura, he leaned over to Rider on his other arm and gave her a kiss of her own. It was a moment before she moved, her blindfold focused on him, and she gave him a dazzling smile and she pulled him into another kiss. He smiled back at her before moving on to Caster, who he also kissed. When he did so, her eyes fluttered open in a regal manner and she gave him a gentle smile, cupping his cheek. She planted a chaste peck in return before releasing him.

He then turned to Assassin to find her already awake and staring at him, making him once again question whether she had slept in the first place, or had actually woken up earlier but had stayed as she was. She seemed hesitant to touch him,her behavior screaming that she was not quite sure of what to do, so he reached down and gave her a reassuring kiss. This had the desired effect as the second his lips touched hers her arm snaked out and pulled him into a deep, long kiss, once again being the only one to use tongue, although this time she took it a step further when she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her breast. Harry gave her a look and cut her off at the pass right there, so she reluctantly released his lips. While he was quite aware that she was perfectly fine with doing "adult" things with him despite his age, he himself felt he was still far too young to even think about it. Although he briefly wondered how long he would last through puberty before giving in to his urges and accepting his Servant's forwardness.

After Assassin, he turned to Leanna, repeating his earlier actions. Upon his lips touching hers, a pleased look crossed her face, her eyes opened, she broadly grinned and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, cooing about how cute he was.

When Leanna finally released him, Joy, who had been awoken by her sister's antics, gave him a look of anticipation and he obliged her by pulling her into a kiss. She blushed and melted into his embrace before he let her go and she leaned back, sharing a happy look with her sister. Both of them then turned and woke Monica, who despite the shuffling and earlier sounds from her sister was still very much asleep, up. She sleepily rose and looked at him, looking like she was waiting for input. Said input came in the form of her creator placing a chaste peck on her lips, making her smile slightly.

Once everyone had finally gone through their morning routines, he was able to get out of bed himself and get dressed. The women were all ecstatic that he'd accepted them and their love for him without much more than a night of existential crisis, most of them aware that most males would have been very, very nervous about such an arrangement, considering each of them could seriously hurt the average human male without much effort. Sakura, who had observed the goings on around the room, gave him a pouty glare, cheeks puffed. Knowing that she was simply jealous, he simply planted a kiss on her lips again and she was back into blushing dere-dere mode.

Illya for her part, looked murderous at all the women trying to steal her Big Brother away from her until he caved and ruffled her hair while hugging her, which got her to calm down. A part of Harry dearly hoped that unlike what he had heard happened in anime, the snowy-haired girl would not eventually develop a crush on him. While he liked her, it was like a sister, and he didn't even know how he was going to deal with seven females in love with him, let alone eight if Illya decided that her Big Brother was the perfect boyfriend.

Finally, Harry got himself dressed and left the bedroom, ready to begin the day while the women in his life finished their morning routines. It appeared that Saber and Kiritsugu were also deciding to sleep in as neither had left their rooms. He took advantage of this opportunity by cooking a large and quick breakfast for everyone.

-Break-

Harry had just finished cooking up a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast when Saber followed the smell of food out of her room. She surprised him though, when instead of focusing on the food like she usually did, she immediately went to him to check him over for injuries in a surprisingly concerned manner and interrogate him about his screaming last night.

Apparently, it had given her and Kiritsugu quite a scare, but some bounded field Caster had set up over the bedroom prevented them from entering to check on him. He had at least the good grace to look apologetic and gave his Servant a reproachful look for keeping their hosts out. The woman, far from being rattled, simply said that her mind had been on other matters at the time, like keeping his circuits from bursting into flames, and as such didn't prioritize figuring out who was at the door and letting them in. Saber glared at her, but didn't push it any further, knowing that had she been in the blue-haired woman's place, she would have done the same.

Eventually, the food was served and everyone dug in with gusto. There was a bit of competition over who got to sit next to Harry, but it was resolved when Sakura somehow clawed her way to his right, Rider slipped in on his left, and Assassin took her place standing behind him despite his protests. Everyone laughed when Sakura started trying to feed him eggs, to which he tried to say no, while she simply ignored him and did it anyway whenever he opened his mouth.

After they had been there a while, he asked Saber if she knew where Kiritsugu was. The blonde quickly gulped down the food she had in her mouth, which happened to be her fifth serving, and replied that he was probably feeling ill this morning like he had been since the end of the previous war. Not knowing how to help him, Harry moved on to what he had resolved to do that morning and asked Caster to check how his circuits had been changed by Gaia the previous night.

Followed by the entire female population of the house, he went to the living room couch and removed his shirt, making Sakura blush heavily. Once he had laid down on the couch, Caster put her hands on his back and closed her calling on her magic, a shocked look crossed her face, making her stop her examination and take step back. Feeling that she was done, Harry looked up and saw the odd look the usually regal and composed Servant wore.

"What's wrong, Caster?"

"Master," she said, voice trembling, "c-c-could you please activate your circuits?"

Harry shrugged, not knowing where she was going with this and brought up his mental trigger: a purple flower blossoming in a field. The second his circuits activated, raw prana filled the room in physical waves, nearly drowning all those present in pure power. Sakura fell backwards but was caught by Rider, who looked overwhelmed by the amount of power she was being supplied with.

Harry closed his eyes and mentally sought out the circuits in his body and was staggered when he realized why the pain he had felt upon eating the apple felt so familiar to when he accidentally made a magical circuit from a nerve. His entirenervous system had been turned into duplicated copies of his existing circuits. Testing a hunch, he projected a knife onto the table in front of him. Rather than the normal blue electricity that formed when he used projection, the knife simply popped out of the air onto the table. Picking it up, he performed structural analysis on it and nearly dropped it when his hunch was confirmed. The knife was experiencing none of the erosion Gaia usually caused on projection to make them fade from the world. To combat the threat that he would be facing as her champion, Gaia had not only made him a prana battery able to supply an army of Servants if he so wished, but she had also tampered with him to give him the use of the Denial of Nothingness.

Unlike when he created an object from his od, something most Magus could do to one point or another, the Denial of Nothingness was considered a True Magic because not only did the user literally create matter out of nothing, said matter then existed permanently from that point on. This was different from normal Thaumaturgy by the simple fact that objects created from pure od, no matter how perfectly restituted or created, were rejected by Gaia itself, meaning that they always disappeared after some time. Objects created through the Denial of Nothingness though, were as real as any other, and even when broken, they kept existing.

"Master," Caster said, awe in her voice at what he had just done, "You are a True Magician."