[AN: A Quick and Dirty X-over. Watching the J. Wick movies and thinking… 'How Does JW measure up to Riddick?'
A Servant Soul can com from the 'Past' or the Future'
PBPB
Stormy night during the summer of 1993. In London. A Prince, on the run, sleeps a night of dreams and fits. His window was open to the night, and yet the Storm is kept at bay.
Elsewhere, a single female Lore Hunter seeks Hidden and Forgotten magics.
Again, Elsewhere, a Servant becomes a Master, becomes a Servant who will be a master.
Unto each, a package is delivered.
PBPB
31/07/1993
Harry woke in the morning to find his Beautiful Owl crouching over a package at the foot of his bed. Sensing her urgency, he opened the box and read the page of folded paper over the gilded 1911.
Challenger, the Item at hand should allow you to summon a Servant Avatar of the Avenger. By The Spilling of Blood over the Artifact and Casting the Ritual Incantation, you accept the Contract.
A brief passage was scribed over a design…
Potter, using his wand, drew out the design. He then used his wand-tip to cut his palm, and dripped blood on the pistol in the center of the runic circle.
"The Way is open and Shut.
I Summon this Servant.
I take You into service."
A man in a three piece suit steps from the shadows.
"Shit!"
PBPB
Hermione awoke to her 'Master' flickering her nose with his tail. A carved metal box awaited her attention next to her on the bed…
A sheet of carved chiton served as 'paper' covering a funny shaped knife.
"The Way is open and Shut.
I Summon this Servent
I take it into service."
A bald man wearing arctic climbing goggles steps from the Shadows.
"Who plays the Game better?"
PBPB
It was The First of September, 1995.
Nearing Noon when Malfoy yanked the door open. The Sneer on his face was met as a polished steel blade and a cold black gun barrel touched his nose.
"We do not have time, Hem-licker." Potter allowed the colt six shooter to flip up and tuck into the harness under his left shoulder.
Hermione did not move, nor did the tip of her Ulak. "Tell your Betters that when they come for us, we will be ready. Until then, Leave us alone, as we Leave you." A flick of her knife, and the door slammed shut.
"You should have gutted the viper right there and then." The Servant of the Assassin, Riddic, took solid shape.
Across from him the Avenger, John Wick appeared. "And why do you use a six-shooter? Would a semi-automatic not be faster?"
Harry sighed, "Malfoy is a leech on the bloated ball-sack of our society. Removing him will cause more damage than leaving him for now. As for the Gun… I have carved runes into the round drums that allow my babies to clean and reload themselves automatically after I discharge a round. I carry two .22 cal pistols, right now, with a .45 in my trunk. All pistols have a hidden bayonet, and the .45 becomes a sword at a word. They also function as secondary wands." Harry drew and twirled the pistol for show, before letting it vanish.
"I use blades, because they are so like a Claw tip of my Cat Form." Hermione licked her dual edged knife, before tucking it up her sleeve. "I too can use Harry's pistols as he can use my blades, and while I am not as fast or flashy as he is, I get the job done. The Fool runs baying at our heels, but until it shows its teeth, we must remain hidden."
"What magic is it that Protects you now?" the Assassin asked, sneering to show his disdain.
"The Fool's Pride." Hermione grinned back at the shade at her side. "As long as he believes that he is our superior, he will keep mum about us beating him."
Both shades grinned as they too knew the Power of Pride in Fools.
PBPB
It was 01/09/95
That evening as the Great Hall was Finishing Dinner, a Pink Toad made herself known.
Had it been anyone else… and Potter would have kept his head down.
Had it been any other time… and Granger would have kept mum.
Had they not had two Shades whispering in their ears these last two years… they would have toed the line.
"And That is why She is going to try to kill me." Potter stood up from the table into the center aisle in the middle of the Great Hall… in the middle of the 'Pink sweater wearing' witch's speech. "She truly believes that for the 'Good of the Ministry', I need to Die."
"I think you mean, 'Try to Kill you again'." Granger purred as she stood across from Harry. "Afterall, was it not her 'Sworn Testimony' that the Demtors are under Ministry Command, that HE is dead and gone?"
Harry Froze, turning to look at his Frizzy haired friend, "You're saying that This Frog-faced Bitch sent those things into my Muggle populated neighborhood, to Silence me?"
"Her Words, not mine." Granger smirked. "Granted, only an administration official could order something that big, and then fuck it up that bad."
"And what are the odds that she can teach the subject?" Harry cocked his head at Hermione before turning to look at the purpling face of the pink professor.
"Well… the only reason she could now beat Lockheart is because he 'scrubbed' himself." The Firstborn witch responded. "I will declare that until then, he was her superior… in personal care charms at least." The witch looked at the High Table, and the fuming Witch… "Is she Weak or is she Incompitant? That should be the question."
"She claims to be a Pure-Blood." Davis yelled from beside Greengrass. Both witches were sitting with their backs to the wall, on the far side of the Hall.
The two dancing Masters stopped and looked at one another. "A pure-blood looking like that?" Potter asked. "I do not believe that… unless that was the only child her House could spawn."
"Yes, Every Pure-blood house that could breed a spare would have smothered that face before allowing it out of the House." Granger smiled, "Even Pansy with her nose, has a beauty that she will grow into. And Milly is a Power House."
"She is slower than Honey in January, but she can drop both Crabbe and Goyle bare-handed, and She is the only one to smash through my Shield spell, last year in DADA." Harry grinned. "For her to get to…" He turned to peer at Tracy again. "What Was her Rank"
"Hem Hem." The Witch in Pink cleared her throat. "I am Deloris Umbridge, Undersecutary to the Minister For Magic."
"You say, AM. Correct?" Hermione hissed. "As in that you are still holding that post, while you try to teach here?"
"That is correct, child." the Pink dressed witch stood as tall as she could. "I am the Right Hand of Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic!"
"Thank Merlyn!" Hermione sighed. "For a minute there, She scared me. She Failed to terminate her employment with the Ministry when she signed in. She needs to wait a whole nother year to apply again. It is in the Bi-laws of the Hogwart Charter." By this time, both of the Fifth year magnus had reached the great Doors.
"Yes!" McGonagall Yelled as she threw both fists skyward. "Albus. I am calling on my marker. Our DADA Professor will be here in the morning."
[Bombarda!] Umbridge had drawn and cast a spell directly at Potter's head. As the Spell closed, Granger danced into the path, and flicked the spell into the ceiling, using the blade of a knife that hooked around her hand. The action caused her to stumble, causing her to trip. Harry glided in, and caught her with his left arm as his right hand drew out a pistol, and shot umbridge right between the eyes.
As the Witch hit the Floor, Albus hit his feet. "Mr Potter! Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"Yes Headmaster. The person you Hired this year to act as your DADA professor, has failed once again to kill me." Harry smiled fakely at the Headmaster. "That frees up the whole year for me to learn everything I can, so should I face a ghost of the Dead Man that they say is just in my dreams…"
"Not that." Albus spat. "You used a Muggle Fireleg to kill a witch."
"Yes." Harry spun the pistol before cleaning it. "But not just a Firearm. A .22 Colt Peacekeeper, runed, by me to give me, and me alone, a weapon that is a match for even your Death-stick."
"Potter." Granger stilled. "Time to go." She held up a scrap of parchment.
The two excited the Great Hall, fading into the dark.
PBPB
On the Seventh Floor, both wizards stepped from the shadows.
"What made you call me off?"
"Our contact came through." Hermione handed over the scrap. "Riddle is at Malfoy Manor. Just received our invite. Got it right here. Says we are to Dress to the Nines."
"Dobby." Harry paced back and forth before the wall opposite the 'trolls dancing ballet'. "Our cases!" As the door appeared, they entered, and the door disappeared.
[AN: Using Emma Watson as Hermione Granger… I get to use her shape and form. From here on out she will be wearing a leather catsuit. She will have knives, spikes, and the like strapped to her arms, legs, and lower back.
Using Dan Radcliff as Harry Potter. See him dressed as John Wick. Like JW dressed when he went to 'kill' her ladyship. Only his weapons will be two .22 six shooter pistols/knives and the .45 five shot pistol/sword. ]
PBPB
Worm tail looked down at his silver hand and he tried to regain control of it. After the Ritual to revive the Dark Lord, Potter had shown that he had a trick or two up his sleeve. Not only had he protected the 'spare', by tackling the bigger boy aside, and allowing the coward to twist away. Potter mocked the ritual, called into question Wormtail's devotion, and laughed that his blood would only help the Dark Lord if given freely.
When the Ritual was complete, and the DL had summoned his court, He was rewarded with the silver hand. He spoke of his agents in places the court feared to tread. Then to prove his Power and Potency… He called for Potter to duel him.
Potter stuffed his wand up his sleeve, and drew out something else. He saluted the Dark Lord as an equal, and then he pointed two wands at the Dark Lord.
"Lord Malfoy, Count us off, please." the 'boy's' tenor never warbled. The Dark Lord nodded…
"Three, Two, Die!" Malfoy cried.
As the wand in the Boy's left hand bucked, the Dark Lord twisted away into the night… just before the grave stone behind him exploded.
Over the next twenty minutes, the Boy and the Dark Lord traded fire. Both Carrows took fatal hits, and Lord Nott was hit in the shoulder of his wand hand.
"Aurors! Stand Down, you are bound by Law!" a voice from the Dark yelled. And everybody that could vanished on the spot. The Dark Lord and Wormtail had 'jumped' to Malfoy Manor and had entered the grounds on the Dark Lord's Attourity.
The Next Morning, the Dark Lord sent for his most trusted minions… the Lastranges. The trio were quick to Join the Dark Lord… being bound on that Island was a wee tricky, but they had planned for this… ten years ago.
Then there were the gifts; a box found by the wizard's head when they awoke on the Potter's birthday.
Malfoy got a new sword cane.
Bella was given a scorched urn.
Roddy was given a dart.
Rabby was given a spear.
The price of Blood was of no matter… seeing as it promised to allow them to shed even more of everyone else's.
"The Way is open and Shut.
I Summon this Servent
I take it into service."
A muggle-dressed shade appeared at Malfoy's side. "There seems to be a Game afoot."
A twisted knight in burning armor appeared at Bella's side. "ARGHH!"
A Muggle Thug appeared next to Roddy, a 'Crosshair' imprinted on his forehead. "Bullseye"
A Greek God stood behind Rabby, clad only in a kilt, a trident across his shoulders. He was silent.
The Four were held at Peace through the Will of their Masters and that of Their Master.
But after a month… The peace was wearing thin.
Dinner was late that night. The Lady of the House was feeling unwell.
The Dark Lord was about to do something, when Bella drifted in, dancing in Joy. "Oh, Luci! The second best bit of Joyous news… Cissy is with child… again!"
Dinner was 'Burgers and Fries'. Again. Cissy explained that it was quick, easy, and simple. By eating this 'fare' three to five times a week, the three Lastranges were regaining body mass, and there was a slight verance to the menu.
It even helped the Dark Lord's issues, though he told no one. (Wormtail knew it was Muggle Fast Food, Lily having introduced it to him a time or two. But Food that was warm, tasty, and filling was more welcome if he could keep his hands out of it.)
The Dark Lord was enjoying a Deluxe with Cheese, Fries and Onion Rings. Luci was eating two cheese burgers, a large Fry, and a Chocolate shake. The twins were having QPCs and a 'Beer'.
Bella preferred the nuggets.
Cissy had begged off for the night and gone to bed, needing to rest up for the Scion she was now carrying.
Both the Dark Lord and Luci perked up at the same minute.
"Someone has crossed the Wards." Luci drew his new cane from his table side. "But those who have blanket permission to do so are already here."
The Dark Lord popped the last bite into his mouth, and snapped his fingers. The Whole Manor was cloaked in darkness.
Bella cackled with glee, as her Burning Knight smashed down into the inner yard. From the Great Divet, his light cast the Manor in a Hellish nightmare theme.
Luci Stood, drawing his damascus steel blade four inches, before a similar piece of wood tapped his chest. "Let the Other's play first. A mark of a good Host."
Luci glared at the man, before driving his steel back into the ironwood sheath. "They have been a little pent up, have they not."
The twins had followed their wife into the night.
"Funny thing, Tom." Harry Potter stepped from the Shadows. "I See Four of the Seven in Hands of your inner circle. In this Grail War, I can not move against you until all Four of them are Dead." He sat in Bella's chair, as a glass of a pink fizzy drink appeared at his fingertips. He sipped. "Judging by the way the good man is standing, Luci drew 'Saber', and the Great 'M' answered the Call. No offense Professor, but I prefer to kill your Master and avoid your skill, Blade or otherwise."
The Muggle gentleman bowed his head to the boy.
They were interrupted by the sound of a Mousberg singing and the Berserker Roaring.
"I have a Hand up in these games. Through a Rat in your House, Luci, I learned that the Four were Summoned. Through Clues found over the last Month, I was able to deduce… with no little help from my Lady, Who Serves your Inner Circle. I half expected you to land 'Caster', Tom, but then it came to my Notice, that the Servants are Stronger than the Masters and You would ever allow anyone to be your Superior… even if meant you were denied the choice to play."
"Then Last Night." Hermione stepped out of the shadows, and brought the bend of the Ulak down on Wormtail's head, dropping him into sleep's embrace. "We learned that the Seventh was Rider and that they are in play. They will expose themselves when the Time is needed."
"Potter." Riddle crossed his hands at the wrist. "Which Servant did you get?"
"I am supposed to let the others find out on their own, but because the Game ends Tonight, one way or another… I will tell you." He sipped again. "I was delivered 'Avenger'."
"I was Awarded, 'Assassin'." Granger took the glass from Potter's hand, and sniffed. "Fanta Fruit Punch?" She sipped, shrugged, and handed it back.
"Two of you against me and my Servant?" Luci twisted his canehead, "Why does that unsettle me?"
"Because, unlike your Heir, you learn from your mistakes." Harry sipped deeply. "Last time you faced me directly, you lost your servant to me. I will freely admit that my Servant is outside playing tag with that Brute Bella is dancing with. Shall I tell you who else you have?"
"You are the Entertainment, after all." Riddle smiled.
Luci returned to his Seat, as the Professor sat at his side. Hermione sat on Luci's side of Harry.
A chocolate shake appeared before her, as two wine glasses appeared before the gentlemen.
"Rodolphus Lestrange, aka Roddy, lucked out with Archer and a man that never misses. An assassin that can kill anyone with anything, as long as one of them is in motion. Rabastan Lestrange is bound to a Roman Gladiator, of the Lancer class." Harry sipped again.
"Odds are that He is the real Spartigus." Granger sighed. "It was Bella's Champion that gave us real trouble, because she kept him incorporeal, and a Mile Up. It was not until she threw the Urn in anger, that we had a clue. It is the Golem of Jewish Faith. The Room where it was stored was found and burned… until it was flooded… cracking and destroying the burning stone."
"And the Seventh?" Riddle inquired.
"Rider." Harry drained his Glass. "All I know about Rider is that the Avatar is Female, and the Form holds to some kind of definition of 'one who Rides'.
Outside Bella cackled shrilly in Glee, as the Golem jumped through the air and crashed into the empty spot that had just held one of it's opponents.
The Mousberg barked…Then everything went quiet.
Harry closed his eyes, as he sighed. "I am sorry." Harry spoke softly. "Bella and her Husbands are dead. With their deaths, their Servants are out of play. That Leaves the good Professor and Malfoy. I just need to kill them, to Face you, Tommy."
"How did you get here?" Riddle asked as a few facts aligned.
"Simple." Harry tinged a fingernail against his glass, causing it to refill with Fanta. "Last Halloween, you set into motion a series of events. With my Name being drawn, I was declared an adult. My Godfather, having named me his Heir, and being unable to fulfill his duties as Lord Black, declared me Lord. Malfoy harmed his Contract with Black by serving You, and his refusal to complete the Contract. In exchange for her freedom, Cissy traded info on your Servants for Sanctuary and Protection with House Black. For the time… she is safe."
PBPB
(Five Minutes Earlier)
The burning form of Yent smashed down into the middle of the front yard of the Manor.
A Roman male in a kilt and sandals rested a 'spear' across his broad corded shoulders, one head was a trident, three barbed tines, and the other a Bident or a combat fork, appeared as the glowing golem smashed down.
From the shadows an Irishman in black leather sidestepped before flinging an unfolded and sharpened paper-clip at a shadow… only for it to be deflected off a bracer.
A dapper gent in a black three piece suit appeared with a tactical shotgun, and discharged it into the golem's gut…
Then the three Wizards joined the game.
Over the next three minutes they exchanged fire and flashing blades.
Then John got a lucky shot, and his Mousberg caught Bella at point plank as he ducked under 'Lancer's' Spear, and twisted out of the way of a handful of kunai released in his direction.
With Bella dead, Yent the Golem shimmered out, taking the light with him.
Riddic twisted out of the Either, a trick he learned and enjoyed when he became a Servant. In his left hand, a ulak crossed over his foreword knuckles before dropping ten inches in a deadly point. In his right, a ulu flashed in the dying light before he buried it in Roddy's throat. He buried the Ulak in Rabby's back between the fourth and fifth rib, next to the spine.
They cleaned their weapons as they returned to their Masters.
The Pale skinned man smirked as the two killers moved to stand by their Master. "Tell me, boy, How are you going to kill me?"
"Well Tom, my options are simple, I will shoot you or I will stab you." Harry stood. "But I doubt that is truly Necessary. You Took my Blood to perform your Ritual. You took it without my permission. I had hoped you had learned that lesson from when you were sipping from the Unicorns at Hogwarts. Seeing as you have not…" Harry drained his glass again, before setting it up side down. "My Blood is infected by Basilisk Venom, Phoenix Tears, Dragon Blood, and Loyalty Potion. Your system uses Serpent Venom to empower your Core, with the Dragon Blood offering a boost… but at what cost? The Tears might have offered healing… had they been harvested willingly. And the Potion just gums everything up."
Tom's grin turned brittle. "So, I am just going to have to repeat…"
"No." Hermione smirked. "The Bones were destroyed. No One Assaults the Lord of Black without paying costs. The Bones were ground to dust and thrown to the four winds. The Headmaster has spent the three months seeking your phylactery. He found none."
"We, on the other hand, hired outside help. We also had more than three months. " Harry folded his hands into his sleeves. "A Ring not too far from the Graveyard. Nasty Curse. A Locket, in the possession of a very Loyal Elf. The Journal Luci knows about. Bella's chalice really pissed off the Help. The Tiara earned you a very special place in Hell. Now the one in my Scar was tricky."
Hermione grinned at Malfoy. "That leaves just You, Tommy-boy, and poor Nagini. Do you know the truth behind her history?"
"Oh well." Harry folded his hands. "Tell me, Tommy boy. Where is our poor girl?"
Tommy froze. He could no longer feel her.
"Yes." Hermione Purred, as her ears popped up. "We had 'Hired Help' to strip her of the 'Soul Shard' and the 'Forced Familiar' bindings. 'Hired Help' Confirms that you are all that is left of 'Tom Marvelo Riddle'."
"Sooo." Professor M peered into his wine glass. "To Kill His Lordship, You must first kill my Master. Usually by going through me." He emptied his glass. "Because this is not a Holy Grail Game, but a bad shadow of one, I offer a compromise. Until the Grail calls on us… we are at Piece…" His left hand pointed at Tom. A Derringer flashed, Tom bucked, as the bullet ripped into his chest.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." Harry stood and exited the room, Hermione on his heels.
AN:
Master: Class: Servant:
Potter Avenger John Wick
Granger Assassin Riddick
Malfoy, L Saber Professor M
Bella Berserker Yent
Roddy Archer Bullseye (MCU Daredevil)
Rabby Lancer Gladiator (Spartacus?)
? Rider ?(Gaia?)
AN2: try as I might... I could not even concieve of a story that truly pitted the two against each other. JW is the better gun-master, but Riddick is the better killer. JW can take Riddick if he gets the proper first hit. Riddic will kill everybody else in a 1-on-1 basis. Deadpool would only win because he keeps coming back for more.
