Fate/Dawn and Dusk
Hello one and all! Iskander Mandoraekon here with a new chapter for the Drabbles.
Yes I am still kicking...
This story is a Crossover between the Magical World of Harry Potter and the ever delightful Fate Series, specifically Fate/Apocrypha, where we will be watching the two factions of magic users, aka Magi and Wizard/Witches, duke it out for a magical cup!
I don't have much for the starter info, if you want more, you're going to have to read it at the bottom like everyone else once you're done reading the story. Have fun.
I do not own Fate/Apocrypha or any other related Fate Series products, with the exception of a replica of Excalibur hanging on my wall and several Saber, Saber of Red and Ruler figurines lining my desk. I also do not own anything from the Harry Potter franchise, except a replica of Sirius Black and Fred Weasley's wands, as well as a replica of the Marauder's Map, which is hung on the wall directly beneath my Excalibur.
The Holy Grail War.
Seven Servants, summoned forth from the legendary Throne of Heroes by seven Masters, each one to battle to the death in a battle to obtain that which can grant any wish – the Holy Grail.
But…
This rule has been broken, and the Apocrypha has occurred…
The Grail was stolen from Fuyuki…
And far away, in England, fifteen Servants have been summoned.
Obeying the thieves, the Servants of Dusk.
Opposing them, the Servants of Dawn.
And…
Ruler.
The Clocktower; London, England – February 10, 2005
He sighed as he walked down the Victorian-styled halls of the infamous headquarters of the Magus Association, taking a look at the slip of paper in his hand every so often as he rounded yet another corner into yet another hall, feeling annoyance at what seemed to be a never ending labyrinth.
Looking to his right as he walked the long hallway of the deceptively thin Clocktower, though since magic was involved everything goes, he supposed, at least there weren't any moving staircases like at his former Alma Mater… he spied a couple of students garbed in the typical Clocktower uniform eagerly chatting with each other about the class they just came from, gossiping about some 'El-Melloi' man, who he supposed was their teacher.
"Hey," the man called out waving to the kids. "You guys wouldn't happen to know-?"
The rest of his sentence was interrupted when the redhead boy and the purple haired girl both let out shrieks and bolted down the hallway, leaving behind the man to scratch at his midnight black hair while watching them run away over his shoulder. 'So rude…'
Sighing, he turned back around and groaned in annoyance when he found himself starring at the door he had been looking for, walking forward, he pushed open the dark brown door and found himself in an office filled to the brim with bookcases holding anything from arcane tomes to vials filled with preserving liquid and odd creatures.
"Geez, the people here are rude," he commented as he moved into the room and sat down in front of a large ornate desk which was situated in front of a tall man with greying red hair that was wearing bifocals, the nameplate on the desk giving the man his identity read 'Bran Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri'.
"That's your own fault," the man chastised the newcomer as he looked up from his paperwork and sat back, rubbing his temple. "If only you'd realize how much your reputation precedes you, Mr. Potter, you are after all, nearly considered the second coming of the infamous Magus Killer."
"Tch," Harry grunted in response, his crimson-red eyes looking around the office, his eyes coming to land on a velvet cushioned plaque that held a set of very familiar fangs from a certain giant snake he remembered from his younger days, the circular scar on his wrist twitching slightly. "You really can find anything in the Clocktower."
"Now then," Bran said as he leaned forward, clasping his hands before his mouth. "I'm sure you've heard the news, yes?"
"The basics, yeah," Harry said as he focused back on the man that was probably going to be his new employer by the time he left the office. "My old friends, the Ministry of Magic, has stolen the Greater Grail from under the noses of the Makiri and Tohsaka families in Fuyuki, and they used a servant to annihilate the fifty magi that were sent to subjugate the offending party and retrieve the Grail. The only one to survive, Miley McLean, has very little chance of recovering her abilities as a magus."
"Currently," Harry continued. "The Ministry's group is holed up in Hogwarts Castle."
He then turned his red gaze upon the Sophia-Ri family head, "I'm saying this now just in case you don't already understand, but if you're asking me to fight servants, I refuse."
"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Potter," the man said with a smirk at the famed wizard. "The Association's request is for you to fight, as you put it, your old friends, by summoning a servant of your own."
"Hmm?"
Bran's smirk grew wider as he saw he had the infamous hunter's attention, "the Greater Grail can perform acts of auxiliary aid in the Holy Grail War, such as redistributing command spells. It is designed so that when the seven servants are joined together as a united force, its backup system will activate as a countermeasure. This system summons another seven servants to oppose the united faction."
"Ms. McLean managed to activate that system when she fled," Bran paused to take a drink from the cup of flavored water on his desk. "The Ministry of Magic has seven masters and seven servants, and… we are also gathering together seven masters and seven servants."
"These masters shall fight and win against the Ministry's chosen."
Harry's face was grim as he stared at the greying redhead, his face serious and his eyes cold, "What will happen to the Greater Grail, if our side wins?"
"Naturally, we will take it for safe-keeping," Bran replied. "Though there's no way to know whether or not the surviving magi, or in your case, wizard, of our side will be able to remain calm when faced with a method to easily reach the Root. So will you accept?"
Harry chuckled darkly as he rubbed his face, his calloused palm rubbing against the unshaved stubble on his face. "I have a few questions first. Depending on how they are answered, I may or may not accept."
"Very well," Bran sighed as he sat back again, fiddling with his pen as his brown eyes looked down momentarily at the paperwork he had been handed early today by his son Bram.
"First, I have heard that in order to summon a servant, a relic is needed to act as a catalyst in summoning said servant," Harry said, red eyes focused on the man before him, searching his features to make sure he wouldn't be stiffed. "Have you got something prepared for me and the other masters you intend to use for this assignment?"
"Yes, I do," Bran said as he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a cloth covered object, before laying it down on top of his papers, opening it to reveal and shard of wood with ornate carvings all around it.
"What is this?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It is a piece of the Round Table of Camelot," Bran said with a smirk coming back to his lips at the sight of the rogue magus/dark wizard hunter's eyes widening. "The greatest knights the world has ever seen once sat at this table."
"However…" Bran continued, holding a hand to keep Harry's exclamation at bay. "Since it's just a piece of the Round Table, there's no guarantee of which knight will be summoned. It could be either King Arthur himself, one of the highly known knights under his banner or one of the lesser known."
"That's not a problem," Harry said as he marveled at the shard of the legendary table. "No matter which knight is summoned, any of the Knights of the Round Table would be more than sufficient as a servant."
Placing the shard back on the desk, he looked back at Bran, "Now onto the next question, who are the masters on our side…?"
"Ah yes," Bran said as he opened another drawer and pulled out several manila folders with pictures of a different person on each cover. "The other six masters have already been decided and dispatched to Scotland to meet at the castle that the Einzbern clan has generously given us for this mission. These five are the ones we sent from the Association."
"Hm," Harry hummed as he looked at the photos, leafing through the folders to see some familiar faces from his time as a rogue magus hunter. "I've met a couple of these guys, mostly during the jobs I applied for… whether they were enemies or my allies at the time varies according to the situation."
"Yes, I'm sure you'd remember our dear Bazett, she spoke rather fondly of you and your assistance in Trifas with that Dead Apostle two years ago." Bran commented, remembering the serious red-haired enforcer. "The last one is both a master and the war's supervisor sent from the Catholic Church."
"They're both a master and the supervisor?" Harry asked, a drop of sweat running down his cheek as he arched a brow. "Is that okay?"
"Yes, the Church has had a vested interest in the Holy Grail wars since the Second War and since this Grail War will be on a much larger scale than before, we can't afford to cut the middleman out of the equation, even if the battles will be taking place near Hogwarts, which is a location hidden to the mundane half of the world."
Harry lifted the paper handed to him, looking at the picture of a well-endowed nun with ash-grey hair in the corner, "Caren Hortensia, huh? I don't think I know her."
"Yes," Bran said as he picked up the scattered folders and placed them back inside his desk while Harry looked over the sheet about the young nun being sent by the Church. "She is apparently an up-and-coming Executioner for the Vatican's Burial Agency and has ample experience in facing Dead Apostles and other dangerous creatures."
"Well, looks like I'm interested," Harry said with a smirk as he placed the paper down on the desk, only for it to be retrieved and placed with its fellows in the desk. "How about we talk about my payment now."
"Give me half the fee ahead of time as payment," the wizard said as he pointed his finger at the ceiling. "This is a job with extremely low chances of survival and I would like to get what I can now."
"Then I take it that you'll accept the request?" Bran asked, getting a nod from the man across from him. The greying lord reached into the desk and pulled out a thick envelope filled with a large stack of pounds. "3,030 Pound sterling should be enough for a starting fee, you will get the rest of the 6,060 when you return from the job."
"Sounds good to me," Harry said as he leafed through the money in his hand, before turning back to the door to walk out and make his way to the airport for his flight to Fort William. "I'll see you when this fuckfest is over and done with."
Sighing as the infamous wizard left his office, Bran returned his attention to the paperwork he had been working on before, half-way tempted to grab a catalyst and run off to the battlefield himself, before reminding himself that he needed to finish this and he'd be able to retired in two months, leaving the office to his only surviving child.
Einzbern Castle; Fort William, Scottish Highlands – Same Day
"– Is it really true?" A woman with short red hair and a love spot beneath her right eye asked from where she stood by the green coach, an Irish timber accenting her voice. "That we're not going to be fighting each other in this Holy Grail War?"
"Correct," a tall man with long black hair that hung to the middle of his red trench coat, his coal black eyes staring out the window of the massive fortress towards the Loch given to their use by the Einzbern family, his right hand sitting in his coat's pocket as he rubbed his thumb against the polished box within. "The Servants that we summon will be part of a united camp and will fight the Servants of our wizarding cousins. You should all fight to your heart's content and show them the folly of stealing from the Mage's Association."
"If that's the case, it won't be a problem then," a tall middle-aged man with black hair cut in a military style said as he stood with his back straight, his stone grey eyes looking up at the coat-wearing man from the Grimoire he held in his hand. "You can safely rely on me and my servant to carry you through the war. Especially the toddler the Einzberns insisted on sending."
The white haired girl in the corner of the room that was staring up at the ceiling in boredom sent a red-eyed glare at the man for his comment, "You are rather noisy for an old timer, grandfather."
The military man grimaced at being reminded of his age and scowled at the gleefully smirking girl that looked no older than eleven, "I have no intention of relying on you, grandfather, my Berserker will be more than capable of handling anything thrown our way by the foolish wizards."
Before he could say anything in response, he was forced to gulp as a towering black figure materialized behind her, the massive being's arms and legs were the size of fully grown tree trunks and it looked like its powerful muscles had muscles of their own beneath the onyx colored skin. Its wild mane of black hair slowly blew in a non-existent breeze as its ruby-gold colored eyes stared down at the man.
"By the way," the demented fairy said as her ruby eyes turned towards the other girl in the room, who was sitting in a sofa chair reading a book about the wizard's wand lore. "You're a bit of an eyesore, Tohsaka, I thought you eastern magi were supposed to be more talkative than this."
The young girl turned her aquamarine eyes towards the smaller girl, fighting to ignore the towering mountain of muscles behind her, as she stared into the girl's ruby eyes that were twinkling with delightful chaos that a certain Dead Apostle Ancestor would appreciate. "Well sorry for trying to fully prepare myself for the coming fight with the wizards, they are more magically diversive than we are."
"That's enough," the man by the window said as he rolled his eyes at the antics of the Einzbern and Tohsaka magi, turning to face the room, the authority in his black eyes stopping the military man from speaking up. "We all need to be able to cooperate for the coming battles, this isn't going to be a normal Grail War like the First through Fourth. It's going to be a real war between fourteen servants, any infighting will lead to our defeat and we will be unable to retrieve the Greater Grail."
"– So, have you prepared our summoning catalysts?" The military man asked as he looked away from the towering bulk of muscle standing before the door.
"Yes," the man by the window said as he moved over to the desk and placed a titanium briefcase on the desktop, unclicking the locks and flipping it open to reveal a pair of objects, a fossilized pig's hoof, a black cloth fragment that looked like it was a part of a sail and an ancient bloodstained arrow with a horse's head carved into the arrowhead. "These have been certified by the Summoning Department. I've been assured that they will summon strong servants."
"There are only three," the military man stated, cocking an eyebrow at the two artifacts in the case.
"Yes," the other man said as he slid the case to the edge of the desk and pulled a polished oak case from his pocket. "I brought my own catalyst and as you can see, Ms. Einzbern has already summoned Berserker and I have been informed that Ms. McRemitz has brought her own catalyst from her family's vault. The chosen Master of Saber is already enroute to our location with a catalyst that was given to him by Lord Sophia-Ri when he was hired. The only ones without a catalyst would be you, Lord Blackmore, Ms. Tohsaka and the Church's chosen supervisor."
"Hm," Bazett hummed as she took in the information, pulling a set of silver earrings from her suit pocket in confirmation that she did indeed bring her own catalyst. "Regarding where we'll be performing the summoning–."
"Please don't worry," a female voice said from the doorway, shocking the gathered magi and causing them to twirl to find an ashen haired woman wearing a nun's habit standing in the doorway, right next to the towering form of Berserker, a smile upon her beautiful face. "That has been prepared by me while I waited for your arrival."
She then bowed at the waist, a silver cross slipping out of her habit and dangling in the air, "It is nice to meet you all. I am Caren Hortensia, I have been sent here as both the supervisor of this Holy Grail War and as a Master from the Church."
One Day Later; Godric's Hollow, Northern England
Harry sighed as he stared out the window of the plane as it began to land, happy that the flight was over and he could finally get away from the personal space-ignoring, slobbering fatass sitting next to him. Once leaving the plane he set out through the town of Swindon, looking all around himself at the shops and restaurants that were full of bustling tourists and locals.
He bought a case of water bottles that he placed inside his magically expanded backpack and purchased a loaf of bread to eat while he drove to his destination a little ways over, waiting for night to fall so that he could find a place to summon his heroic spirit.
When night finally came, Harry found himself sitting on the bottom third step of a staircase in an old, burned out house, his familiars scouting the area to ensure that there would be no witnesses to the ritual, not wanting to have to chase down any mundanes in order to wipe their memories.
Looking at his watch and seeing the hand hit ten-thirty, he took a final puff of the cigarette he was holding, before he stubbed it against the dirt beside him. "Let's get this over with."
He stood up and began drawing the circle required for summoning a servant into the mortal coil in what used to be a living area, Harry getting a clear view of the church through the shattered remains of the window, and held out his hand as the mercury flowed into the lines. "Let Silver and Steel be the Essence. Let Stone and the Archduke of Contracts be the Foundation."
The circle began to glow with a white light signifying that the ritual was working.
"Let {Dawn}, be the Color I pay Tribute to," he commanded as command spells formed on the back of his hand. "Let the Four Cardinal Gates close. Let rise a Wall against the Wind that Shall Fall. Let the Three-Forked Road from the Crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate – Come Forth from the Ring of Restraint, PROTECTOR OF THE HOLY BALANCE!"
A burst of light exploded from the ritual's circle and became a pillar of light in the sky, making Harry curse slightly and check through his familiar's connections to see if anyone was coming, only to sigh in relief when he saw no one.
Looking back at the light, he saw an armored figure begin to materialize in the blinding aurora, a hand resting upon a sword that was buried tip first in the ground. As the light began to fade, the armored figure turned its horned head towards him and slung the sword up to rest on the right side pauldron.
"So, you're my master, yeah?" Came a metallic voice from the figure as luminescent green eyes with a cat-like slit stared out from the eye-holes of the horned helmet.
"Yes, my name is Harry Potter," Harry said as he held his hand forward. "I am your master for this Grail War. I look forward to working with you."
The knight ignored his hand as it, Harry was unable to tell their gender, looked around at the ruined house they were standing in, the rustling trees outside giving off an eerie noise to the already spooky atmosphere.
"Really summoned me in a strange place, you did," the knight said as it turned back towards its master.
"Well, even if you tell me that…" Harry said as he rubbed his head, turning his red gaze towards the rotting remains of what appeared to be a toy broomstick in the only remaining corner of the room. "This place is kind of my home ground. I used to live here in the beginning of my childhood, where I 'began' so to say."
He looked the knight over, staring at the demonic armor and moving to the ruby and silver broadsword resting on their shoulder, "So, you're the Saber-class servant, right?"
"Of course," the knight snarked, sounding offended to be mistaken for anything else than that of the best class. "Do I look like an Assassin to you?"
"Well, I'm not one to boast, but I think an Assassin that charges straight through in armor wouldn't be so bad, though…"
The knight just cocked their head in an inquisitive manner, confusion radiating off their armored form. "Could it be that I've gotten an idiot for a master…?"
"Nope," Harry said with a teasing smirk as his marauder's blood kicked in. "You've drawn the best possible master, Saber. I can proudly say that I am a first-rate master of suitable caliber."
"Hmph," the knight scoffed as they tapped their sword against their pauldron. "… You're skilled with words, at least."
"Haha," Harry laughed, before his face became serious and he looked directly at the servant. "Would you mind telling me your name Saber…? Actually, now that I think of it, why can I not see your stats even though I'm your master?"
"Oh," Saber exclaimed as they tapped the horned helmet covering their face. "It's because of this helmet, I'll remove it now."
Suddenly the helmet began to move, rearranging parts of it in a quick motion until it flawlessly melded with the rest of the knight's armor, revealing a youthful face and spiky golden hair that was held in a spiky ponytail, with bangs extending to the knight's emerald eyes.
"A… woman…?" Harry muttered.
In an instant, it appeared his words flipped a switch in the knight before him as her eyes began glowing red and he found the tip of her sword in his face as she growled. "Bring up my vagina one more time and I will give you one where your neck should be!"
"Alrighty then…" Harry said as he held his hands up in a placating manner. "It's okay, Ix-nay on the penis-ay. Can we put the sword away?"
"Tch." The woman snapped as she lowered her sword and stared off at the rest of the burned house. "You aren't my dad…"
That's when she saw the shard of the Round Table that Harry had placed on the remains of the Den's coffee table and growled in anger before she brought her sword down, destroying it and turning the wobbly table into splinters. "Infuriating! To think that I was summoned by this piece of shit!"
"Ah, I see now," Harry said as his words got the knight to turn back to him, her face an impassive mask as if she were waiting for him to lash out at her. "That reaction gives it away. Isn't that right? Mordred Pendragon, Knight of Treachery."
Suddenly his senses went off as one of his familiars detected a fast flying object coming towards them, "Go into spirit form!"
Mordred blinked at him in shock, before she astralized and Harry looked up into the sky with narrowed eyes at a fast black object flying towards him, before it came to a stop in the air outside the boundary of the bounded field he had put up for the ritual.
{What is it Master?}
"We've been called by the magi that arrived before us," Harry said as he caught a roll of parchment that was dropped by the revealed hawk, before it flew off to the north. "Or rather, by the supervisor."
{Let's get going then,} Mordred said inside his head as he made his way over to a large motorcycle that was hidden beneath the staircase, where he left it when he was on missions.
"Agreed."
Six Hours Later; Einzbern Castle, Fort William
"Welcome Harry Potter," Caren said as she greeted the last member of the Dawn Faction at the doors to the Einzbern castle. "We've been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
"You're the one who called me here?" Harry asked as he disembarked his godfather's bike after it landed and he shut off the engine, his servant following him in astral form. "Caren Hortensia?"
"Yes, that's correct Mr. Potter," the nun said as she gestured to the door, before walking past the two large slabs of decorated wood. "Please come inside, everyone is waiting in the great hall."
'Saber? Are there any servants nearby?'
{Yes.} She answered, casting out her senses and nearly recoiling from the mass of suppressed rage and madness sitting in what she assumed was the great hall. {I can sense one that I think is Berserker. Be careful, Master.}
"It is nice to finally meet the Master of Death," Caren said nonchalantly, unaware of the silent conversation between Saber and her Master as she led the way through the hallway towards the great hall, where the other chosen masters were waiting. "I've heard much about you from my superiors in the Burial Agency. I have been made the supervisor for this Holy Grail War."
"Let's keep the introductions short, you've clearly investigated me anyway," Harry said as his red eyes slid over the decorations of the hall as they approached the massive doors to the great hall, the wizard sensing five large magical signatures inside.
"Yes that is correct," Caren said with a demure smile. "It's just not every day that one gets to meet someone with a reputation nearly as fearsome as the late Magus Killer, Kiritsugu Emiya. My father, Kirei Kotomine, has a great admiration for your work."
Pushing open the doors, Harry and Caren found themselves the topic of study by the gathered mages the Association had chosen for the job. Harry could recognize several off the bat, the first was a tall man that had clearly had military training from the way he held himself, Harry recognizing him as Sir Alexander Blackmore, the Association's usual liaison with the Queen of England. He also instantly recognized Bazett, as mentioned by Lord Bran back at the Clocktower and he could identify Lord El-Melloi II, one of the only two remaining veterans of the Fourth Holy Grail War and a prestigious instructor in the Clock Tower, loved by his students.
The other two, he didn't recognize, the first was a young Japanese girl with long black hair that was partially put up in a pair of side-tails and she was wearing a scarlet shirt with a silver cross emblazoned on the chest between her breasts, under which she was wearing a short black skirt and a pair of black stockings that ended in brown leather dress shoes. Lastly, was the other girl, a pale skinned child with snow white hair and ruby red eyes that Harry could sense was older and more dangerous than she seemed.
"Would you mind materializing your servant, please?" Caren asked, drawing his attention from the mages in the room. "We are about to summon the remaining Servants all together, and I would like to know who my allies are."
'Saber?'
{I'll materialize, Master,} Saber said in his head, getting his ruby eyes to slide over in her direction. {I don't sense any bad intent towards us.}
Mordred took that moment to appear in a burst of small lights, her helmet covering her face once again.
"Oh my…" Caren said as she covered her left eye.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," She stated. "I was just surprised that I couldn't read your servant's stats."
"Now then," She stated as the supervisor turned to face the remaining masters, Harry and Saber both staring at the massive statue-like figure standing behind the obvious Einzbern. "If everyone would place the catalysts they obtained on the altars."
Harry then took notice of the altars that his fellow Association Masters were standing in front of, with Caren walking towards one herself and placing a cracked skull mask with dark stains on it on her podium.
The Japanese girl placed an ancient arrow on her podium, while Alexander placed the fossil he was holding on the altar before him, followed by Lord El-Melloi II placing a piece of red fabric down and Bazett dropping a pair of silver earrings on her own altar.
"Now then, you may begin. Proud magi of the Magus Association."
"Let Silver and Steel be the Essence…"
Harry drowned out their combined chants as the circles they had placed the relics in began to glow, before it exploded in brilliant light as their chants came to an end with shouts. Wind blew gouts of dust around and made Harry's hair fly all over the place while he shielded his eyes from the dust and he noticed the Einzbern ducking behind the giant servant to use him as a shield.
"So they've arrived," Mordred muttered next to her Master, staring over the forms that appeared in the circle.
"Yes Saber," Harry said as he looked at the pink-haired woman with wings, holding a staff and began down the line, moving to the crimson-clad, tanned man with white hair and the large, burly redhead next to him and so forth. "Caster. Archer. Rider. Lancer. Assassin."
"In accordance to the summons, we present ourselves."
Harry shook off his slight daze when the four summoned servants spoke as one.
"The Servants of Dawn. And our swords shall be as your swords, our fates shall be with the Mages of the Dawn."
Same Time; Tarascon, France
Wake up.
Begin search.
The world began to zip by like a movie screen being placed in fast forward, showing different scenes, filled with different people, ranging from a busy city square to a church undergoing construction and even a classroom filled with children and a pair of police officers arresting a drug dealer after catching him red-handed.
The search quickly moved to the countryside, zooming in on a figure walking down a dirt path.
Search complete.
Single match found.
Physical build, compatible.
The omnipresent being closed in on the figure, revealed to be a beautiful young woman with rich brown hair and violet eyes that was dressed in a white short-sleeved Casting Crowns shirt and a blue ankle-length skirt.
Lineage, compatible.
Personality, compatible.
Prana and magic reserves, compatible.
The woman froze as she turned around and looked straight at the invisible presence. "Who are you?"
Quickly, the woman found herself inside the church atop the hill she had been walking to, kneeling before the altar of her God. "Then, you are."
{Yes.} A beautiful, lyrical voice said in her head, seemingly filling the small chapel with echoes. {I am neither a God, nor a Saint as I have been painted as.}
"Even so," the young woman said as she smiled, turning her violet eyes towards the crucifix suspended in the air. "You are someone I've always looked up to."
{Thank you, Adele.} The invisible specter gave a sense that she was smiling at the girl kneeling before the symbol of the god they shared. {May I?}
"Yes." Adele bowed her head, closing her eyes as if in prayer. "Holy Dragon Saint, Martha. I yield my body to you."
Consent of original personality, received.
Begin installation.
And that is the end of the chapter; make sure to review on how much ya'll like it. For this story, I was hit with a sudden urge to make a Fate/Apocrypha crossover with Harry Potter.
Though I decided to take a different approach by instead of just taking Harry out of his world and have him help either Red or Black Factions in the Great Holy Grail War in canon, the Ministry of Magic in its infinite wisdom... yes, that is sarcasm... decided that in order to bring back their prestige, they needed something huge that would really knock the world off their feet. And so, after learning about the Holy Grail Wars, wizards of the Department of Mysteries stole the Greater Grail from its resting place in Fuyuki and took it back to England, sparking this whole incident of Magi vs Wizards.
By the way, if you are wondering why our buddy Harry isn't fighting for his own people, especially after he saved them all from Voldemort and his douchebaggery Pureblood rants. Let's just say... he got tired of all the constant bullshit thrown his way from his seven years at Hogwarts, being stalked relentlessly because of his fame, money and the Death Hallows, sometimes all three at once, and he called it quits, becoming a freelance rogue magus/dark wizard hunter. He joined the Magus Association's faction due to the fact that he believes his old 'buddies'... deserve it...
Now without further ado, here is the 'Dawn' Faction.
Masters
Harry Potter
A freelance rogue magus/dark wizard hunter and the Lord of Wizarding houses of Black and Potter. He summoned Saber of Dawn with a splinter of the Round Table as a catalyst.
Rin Tohsaka
The seventh generational head of the Tohsaka magus family, one of the founding families of the Heaven's Wheel system. She summoned Archer of Dawn using her father's ruby pendant accidentally as a catalyst.
Bazett Fraga McRemitz
An Enforcer of the Magus Association. She summoned Lancer of Dawn with one of his silver earrings as a catalyst. She wields the Fraga Clan's noble phantasm Fragarach.
Lord Waver El-Melloi II
A First-class instructor of Modern Magical Studies of the Clock Tower and one of the only surviving veterans of the Fourth Holy Grail War. He summoned Rider of Dawn using a shard of his war mantle as a catalyst.
Sir Alexander Blackmore
A freelance magus known as the Black Tree. He summoned Caster of Dawn using a fossilized pig's hoof from Aeaea as a catalyst.
Illyasviel von Einzbern
The chosen Master to represent the Einzbern family due to her position as the intended Lesser Grail of Fuyuki before the theft. She summoned Berserker of Dawn using a shard of stone from the Temple of Herakles as a catalyst.
Caren Hortensia
She was sent by the Church as a supervisor and a Master. She summoned Assassin of Dawn with one of his origin rounds given to her by her father as a catalyst.
Servants
Saber of Red Mordred Pendragon, Knight of Treachery.
Archer of Red Shirou Emiya, the Hero of Phantasms.
Lancer of Red Cu Chulainn, Hound of Ulster.
Rider of Red Iskander, King of Conquerors.
Caster of Red Circe, Enchantress of Aeaea.
Berserker of Red Herakles, the Raging Destroyer.
Assassin of Red Kiritsugu Emiya, the Magus Killer.