Everything for my family!
Summary: What if in place of contracting Kiritsugu Emiya the infamous Magus Killer as the Representative of the Einzbern family in the incoming Holy Grail War, Jubstacheit von Einzbern contracted a dimensionally displaced Harry James Potter? To what ends Harry would go to protect his beloved wife and daughter, Irisviel and Illyasviel from what the Grail Wars would throw at them?
Pairing: Harry x Irisviel and Arturia
Requirements:
- A dimensionally displaced Harry James Potter is contracted in place of Kiritsugu Emiya by the Head of the Einzbern family. He fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries after being falsely charged as the next Dark Lord by Minister Draco Malfoy due to his immortal status given to him by being the Avatar of Death.
- Harry MUST have made himself a name with his own accomplishments in the Nasuverse before being contracted by Old Man Acht, thus not minding that sort of fame compared to the "Boy-Who-Lived" tripe. He'll act as a rogue magus hunter like Kiritsugu four three years before running into Acht during a mission.
- How and when Harry ended up in the Nasuverse and if he can travel back to the Potterverse is up to the author. He won't be going back unless I decide I want to kill off a lot of Harry-verse characters.
- Harry and Irisviel ending up as husband and wife. Of course, who wouldn't want the beautiful Iri-chan as a wife?
- Illyasviel must inherit either Harry's emerald green eyes or his unruly hair nature. Illya-chan will have her grandmother's eyes, though I changed Harry's eyes to red when he got rid of the Horcrux in his scar during the Battle of Hogwarts.
- Harry being an Animagus. He'll be a fox Animagus.
- Harry can still use Wizardry even in the Nasuverse. Of course, he'll even have the Deathly Hallows with him, though he won't really use them much unless he has too.
- Saving Sakura from her fate. Harry and Arturia are going to invade the Makiri mansion after meeting with the sickly Kariya.
Forbidden:
- Being anybody's "Yes Man". Of course not, he's had enough shit done to him.
- M/M relationships for the main characters. I don't care if someone is gay, however I am completely straight and will only write M/F relations or in rare cases F/F relations.
- Jubstacheit managing to keep Harry away from his daughter after the Grail war more than a month or two. Yeah, old man Acht would be dead before he could do that.
- Naïve and too forgiving Harry. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… No.
Recommended:
- Harry's Servant able to stay after the war. Of course, he's got to have babies with Arturia-chan when he knocks her up during the tantric ritual.
- Harry managing to transfer Irisviel's soul in another temporary container before she ends up possessed by Angra Manyu and becoming the Greater Grail. Yes, I hate how she ends up in the thrall of that shit and Illya's life because of it.
- Harry copying the Homunculus forging process from the Einzberns to make a new body for his wife. I was thinking of him making a deal with Death instead.
- Using "Dark Magic" from the Potterverse to obtain the same results as stated before. Sounds good.
- Alive! Lily Evans Potter. Nah, maybe if she is an alternate in the Nasuverse, but not from his home world.
- Wandless magic. Prerogative in Harry's case, wizards are idiots for limiting themselves to using sticks.
Optional:
- Harry's Female Servant staying away from the Thrones of Heroes because she had gotten pregnant from an unprotected tantric ritual. Arturia is still alive anyways and I want to imagine her face when she finds herself having morning sickness after the ritual with Harry.
- Harry being able to travel between the Nasuverse and Potterverse at will. Nah.
- Harry being willing to be Zelretch's new victim if the Old man of the Jewels is willing to swear a Magical Oath to help him get his daughter and wife back. That could work.
- Harry sacrificing some poor sod to the Troll of Clock Tower in exchange for his help. XD
- Illya, Sakura and the future child that the Female Servant is currently bearing growing up together as siblings. That would be beautiful.
- A triad relationship between Harry, his Female Servant and Irisviel. Oh hell yes. Sexy, sexy time for Harry with Iri-chan and Saber-chan!
Chapter 1
Hello everyone, I have accepted this challenge from one Gabriel Herrol. In this story that shall unfold into a glorious tale, I have Harry Potter as the Representative of the Einzbern family for the Fourth Holy Grail War and as the Master of Saber, AKA Arturia Pendragon, everyone's favorite, adorable, King of Knights. In this story, Harry met Jubstacheit before Kiritsugu had a chance to and was one of the first of the Masters to gain the Command Seals for the up and coming Grail War. There will be a lot of changes to this story that will be added as we go along, like for instance Harry being married to Irisviel and the father of Illya-chan instead of Kiritsugu, though the Magus Killer will be making an appearance as a Master.
I would like to apologize for those of you have wanted a new chapter or story out on the net, I recently had a loss in my life shortly after I posted the last update in the form of a friend giving into depression and committing suicide, so I decided to take a bit of time away from writing and everything else to mourn and evaluate my life.
This story is in honor of Michael Childers.
I hope you guys enjoy it.
I do not own anything from the Fate franchise nor do I own the Harry Potter books and movies, though I do own Sirius' wand and a Gryffindor cloak.
-Department of Mysteries beneath London, England (Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts)-
All Harry James Potter had to do was smile around the bar in his mouth and the fear of each and every one of the wizards and witches surrounding him would skyrocket to the breaking point. The fear that existed inside the Department of Mysteries on this day was so thick that a person would be hard pressed to cut through it with even a sturdy dagger.
This singular mind-numbing fear that the occupants of the veil chamber that resided in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic were feeling was directed at a singular source within the very chamber they occupied.
The source of this sanity consuming fear was the tall, lean form of Harry Potter, slayer of the Dark Lord Voldemort and feared as the newest coming of a Dark Lord with his piercing crimson red eyes that had been a side effect from having the horcrux that had been in his head for so long being removed by Voldemort's Killing curse in the final hours of the Battle of Hogwarts.
Harry was a tall, muscular man in his early twenties with pale skin caused from his imprisonment in Azkaban, who possessed a set of well-developed abdominal muscles. He had a pair of scarlet-red eyes caused by the previous Dark Lord's horcrux being ripped from his head in a harsh manner during the Battle of Hogwarts over four years ago. His once raven black hair had changed to a light grey due to the current Minister attempting to kill the young savior with a Dementor's Kiss while the young man held the Deathly Hallows, gifting the savior with a strange form of immortality, and the locks had grown past his shoulders and Harry had grown a large beard and mustache over his prolonged stay in Azkaban.
The once beloved savior of Magical Britain was currently being held to an iron cross with several spikes sticking out of his limbs to hold him in place while his sentence was being read out to the large crowd of wizards and witches gathered in the Department of Mysteries to witness the execution of the mythical Master of Death.
"…and so, before thou art cast into the veil of Death, do you have any last words you would like to give?" Draco Malfoy, current Minister of Magic, asked in an imperious tone as if he were a benevolent king giving out a final boon to a common peasant.
Oh how he wished he had left the cowardly weasel to the Fiendfyre that dominated the Room of Requirement during the Battle of Hogwarts, then he wouldn't have to deal with an idiot who actually believed himself to embody the house Salazar Slytherin had created.
Of course, Harry couldn't answer the pale blond man anyways due to the metal bar placed in his mouth after he had attempted to rip out one of the Auror's knees with his teeth several months ago, which led to the scion of the Malfoy family sneering at the slayer of Voldemort. "Oh? Do you have nothing to say, oh great 'Master of Death'? No fancy last words from the all powerful Harry Potter? Are you too good for us?"
A chuckle was all the Minister received from the impaled immortal as he smirked at the idiotic snake through the iron bar in his mouth. The simmering madness held within the crimson eyes made the Malfoy back away in fear along with many of the Aurors and politicians within eyesight of the 'convict'.
On the signal from Draco, who promptly soiled his pants at the sight of the psychotic gleam in the eyes of his longtime enemy, the Aurors that were brave enough to stand next to the 'convict' dragged the cross to the Veil.
"Are you ready freak?" The younger of the two Aurors asked with a sneer, allowing the shackled Potter to see the chubby face of Gregory Goyle as the overweight Slytherin hefted the cross towards the top of the podium where the veil waited to consume the defeater of Voldemort. "You get to die now; we'll never have to worry about you stinking up the true nobility of our world like that idiotic Lovegood bitch that was following you around."
Just as the two men hurled the still bound Potter into the Veil of the Department of Mysteries, Harry was able to get one last good terror filled face of the Goyle heir when the bound wizard broke his right arm free from its imprisonment and grabbed Gregory around the arm to drag him with him wherever he was being sent to…
-London, England (Nighttime)-
The last thing Harry Potter remembered before arriving at his current location was the terrified eyes and face of Goyle and the wizards occupying the Department of Mysteries as his hand grabbed the overweight man to pull him in with him.
When he finally opened his ruby colored eyes, it was to see the clear night sky situated over the towering buildings of London that the Potter could see high above him where he lay in an alley.
Groaning as he moved from his position on the rough and uneven surface of the concrete floor, the vilified Boy-who-Lived slowly forced himself into a sitting position. His muscles ached from the small movements due to the rather rough transport he had to his current location and the fact that the holes left over from the stakes that had been impaled into his limbs for the past year and a half were healing over.
Once he was done looking over the steaming holes in his limbs that kept growing smaller and smaller, the twenty year old man took a moment to examine his surroundings, confirming that he was indeed in London, though there were several differences in the buildings.
Mainly the Big Ben Clocktower no longer had the gaping hole that had been caused by his fight against the Aurors that had tried to arrest him the first time after Draco had framed him as the next Dark Lord.
Turning back to the alleyway that he currently resided in, there were two problems that needed to be rectified before he could do anything about his current situation.
The first was the fact that he had no money at all due to his incarceration in Azkaban, and the smells of food coming from different restaurants around the area were making him so hungry, and the second was the overweight man wearing wizarding robes lying in a sprawled position several yards away from him…
He would need to dispose of the good for nothing snake before he could do anything in this new world that he found himself in…
When Gregory Goyle awoke after his surprise trip through the Veil, the overweight man didn't have any time to take in the surroundings of the seemingly familiar London or react to the much more fit man that had once been his prisoner standing over him before his windpipe was crushed under Harry's foot and his neck snapped by a simple twisting of the Master of Death's leg.
He certainly couldn't do anything when the former Gryffindor bent down and began looting his body, pulling a wicked serrated knife out of the man's robes and slipping it into the waist of his torn and raggedy prison pants.
Harry quickly made his way through the man's pockets, emptying his wallet of Galleons and several Sickles, as well as some muggle money that he was surprised to find on the blood purist. The last thing he took before walking off away from the snake's corpse was the man's Death Eater mask that Goyle had kept from his nostalgia days of working under the hypocritical Tom Marvolo Riddle.
All he needed now was to learn about his new home and what he could do to start a new life away from the inbred idiots he had left behind, not knowing that his entrance into this world would create great waves of change that would alter the lives and destinies of a large group of people.
-Einzbern Castle, Black Forests of Germany (Twelve Years later)-
It has been twelve years since Harry Potter entered the world of the Magi, twelve years since he began his occupation as a rogue magus hunter after leaving his old home because of the stupidity of Magical Britain.
And it had been a good nine years since he had been contracted by the Einzbern clan of the Magus Association upon bumping into Jubstacheit von Einzbern on a job to hunt down a rapist sealing designee that had stolen something important from the older man's clan and the man had seen the strange red tattoo that had shown up on his hand mere weeks before.
Now here the once Savior of Magical Britain stood beside his beloved wife Irisviel, his calloused hands gently caressing the ancient, yet still elegant scabbard known in many legends as Avalon that resided in the box Jubstacheit had acquired for him to use in the up and coming Fourth Holy Grail War.
Its surface was covered in untarnished gold, with an x-shaped pattern of royal blue crisscrossing the middle, and several runes written in what Harry recognized as the language of the Fair Folk towards the hilt while a pale gem sat at the bottom of the sheath.
"Such a beautiful thing this is," the young Immortal said with a soft mutter, while rubbing Irisviel's soft hand with his own from where she had intertwined their hands when they had come to see the artifact the clan had gone to great lengths to find, her white locks resting against his shoulder from where she was leaning into his side. "I am truly surprised that it is in such good condition after all these centuries, even if it is a Phantasm. Only you and our little Illya could hope to surpass such art, Iri."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," his wife of nine years said with a happy smile at the praise from her husband. "Are you ready to summon your servant for the Grail War?"
"As much as I probably will ever be," was his quiet answer as he pressed his lips to the beautiful homunculus' forehead, taking pleasure in the blush that covered her beautiful features. "King Arthur is likely to be a great boon to our efforts in the coming battles, especially given his title as the strongest Saber. Of course, I'd have you and Sirius backing me up as well."
One of the greatest boons of being sent to this world in his 'execution' that Harry had found himself in over twelve years ago, was the fact that his beloved Godfather Sirius had survived his own trip into the veil after being launched into it by Bellatrix Lestrange's curse and the only surviving Marauder had managed to run into Harry during one of the younger man's missions into Africa when he was hunting down a magi that was getting close to incurring the wrath of Gaea with his experiments a mere year after he came through the veil and the former convict of Azkaban had decided to stick with his Godson, not wanting to miss any more of the young man's life.
Said man was currently residing in Fuyuki, Japan; setting up their multiple bases of operation alongside Harry's apprentice Lorenzo Boot for when the war began in earnest.
Lorenzo was a young boy the same age as Illyasviel that Harry had saved from the serial killer Uryuu Ryuunosuke that he had killed while on a job to hunt down an idiot using children as research material.
Harry smiled down at his wife as they both smiled fondly at the thought of the Marauder who had been named as Illyasviel's godfather much like he had been for the albino girl's father, and the Master of Death took a vial that he had been given by the Einzbern's from his coat's inside pocket, where it resided next to his signature four-sectioned staff that was folded up at the current time, before pouring the silvery contents of the vial on the floor, before forcing the magic of his core to begin drawing a ritual circle with the metallic substance.
Once the circle was completed to the point that it could be used to summon the servant they were seeking to use in the coming Grail War, Harry carefully lowered their artifact into the middle of the circle and once he rejoined his wife at the altar, he began chanting, "Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time."
Irisviel made a noise of awe at the sight of the circle beginning to glow in accordance with her beloved's smooth voice, which made the thirty-two year old wizard smirk at her before continuing. "With a base of silver and steel. A foundation of stone and the Archduke of Contracts. And my ancestor, the great master, Schweinorg. Raise a wall to block the falling wind. Close the gates of all four cardinal directions. From the Crown, come forth and follow the forked road to the Kingdom."
With those words, the once non-existent wind began picking up, making his wife cling to his arm tightly in excitement, the albino woman obviously looking forward to the summoning of the historical figure that would serve as the means for the Einzbern family to finally win the Holy Grail.
"I hereby propose… Thou shalt come under mine command, and thy sword shall control my fate. Abiding by the summons of the Holy Grail, if thou dost accede to this will and reason… then answer me, O Servant of the Sword. An oath shalt be sworn here on this day… I will be all that is good in the eternal world. I will be the disposer of evil in the eternal world. Thou, clad with the Great Trinity, come forth from the circle of constraint…"
The summoning circle began to emit a very bright light and the Einzbern representative and his wife felt the his mana being absorbed into the circle before swirling violently in the air over the circle like a whirlpool with a human shape slowly materializing within the summoning circle.
"O' Great Guardian of the Heavenly Scales!"
With an explosion of power that would have overwhelmed a normal human, dust filled the summoning circle and Harry pushed Irisviel behind him in a protective gesture until he could be sure that the servant they had summoned would be friendly towards its Master, "Stand back, Iri."
When the smoke of the circle cleared to finally reveal the servant they had summoned, the Master of Death and his wife blinked in surprise.
Did they make a mistake?
There standing in the circle drawn by the wizard for the purpose of the Grail War was a young woman that had a regal stance and a proud bearing despite her petite body. The occupant of the circle had the appearance of a young woman in her late teens with a slender physique and soft, white skin. Covering her head was golden blonde hair that was done up in a severe bun. Covering her torso and lower body was a strange suit of shining armor that was laid over an old styled dress, made from old-fashioned blue cloth.
"Thou who hast summoned me, I ask of you, are you my Master?" The young woman asked with a tone which carried the authority of a King and yet eloquence of a lady.
"Are you Arthur Pendragon?" Harry asked once he got over his shock at the woman that had appeared before him instead of the man he had been expecting from the legends and raised his hand to reveal the sword shaped tattoo on the back of his hand that represented the Command Seals. "The Once and Future King of Briton?"
"Aye." Was the answer of the revealed King Arthur, "I was born Arturia Pendragon and I am the one to pull the sword Caliburn from the stone in order to become King."
"Ah," Harry said as he lowered his hand and remembered his manners. "It is nice to meet you, Arturia. My name is Harry Potter and I am your Master."
Hello everyone! I hope you people enjoyed this little chapter and that you'll review for once, it doesn't matter if you are a guest or have an account, PLEASE REVIEW FOR WHAT IS LEFT OF MY SANITY! I thought this story would be rather interesting to write and it would get me out of my rut that I've been in since one of my friends committed suicide.
I don't really have much to say on the story this time.
This is for the memory of Michael Childers.
I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Iskander Mandoraekon signing out, Ja Ne.