Chapter 80. Creating History
In the morning, Harry woke up feeling weak. With every movement, pain spread throughout his body, and he felt stiff. However, despite the obvious signs of illness, a tender smile blossomed on his face. Yesterday was not in vain, but rather a shining drop in the grand symphony of London's recovery. Many inhabitants of the city had the opportunity to return to their restored homes. Against the backdrop of this great achievement, fatigue and the initial symptoms of a cold paled in significance. What mattered more was that he was able to assist those in need.
Weary, Harry anticipated the immense joy of rebuilding buildings and lives, which could once again regain their beauty and harmony. His own well-being took a back seat to the opportunity to bring happiness to others. Even if he had to take medicine today, it was insignificant as long as he could bring joy and benefit to someone.
Jeanne came to Harry with a floating cup of herbal infusion and told him to drink it.
It took Harry quite some time to handle the hot drink that Jeanne handed him. He felt each sip fill him with warmth and friendly care.
Harry felt a pleasant warmth penetrate his entire body from the warm drink, which gently warmed him from the inside. He took his time to control his feelings and thoroughly enjoy each sip. Slowly but surely, he emptied the cup to the last drop, feeling grateful to Jeanne for this simple but precious gesture.
He did not wear his normally much-needed glasses, and yet he did not need any help to notice the changes that had occurred in Jeanne. Her face transformed as if it was filled with kindness and happiness. A spark of genuine joy lit up in her eyes, instantly reminding him of the bright radiance of a starry night when they danced on top of the Astronomy Tower.
During breakfast, they discussed the latest news once again. One of them was the most noticeable, although it was not printed on the front page of the Prophet.
The noble family of Einzbern is going to the War for the Holy Grail to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
The latest news from the noble Einzbern family has attracted attention throughout the magical community as they have accepted the challenge and decided to participate in the upcoming War for the Holy Grail. The young and courageous heirs, Irisphile and her spouse Kiritsugu, are ready to make any sacrifices to obtain this ancient artifact.
The Holy Grail, a legendary cup known for its extraordinary ability to grant wishes, has become the desire of many wizards. However, the Einzbern family has chosen to intervene in this battle for a much more important reason—to hinder the Dark Lord.
The Great Dark Wizard is one of the most terrifying threats to the world of magic. His thirst for power and his hatred for the magical community lead to chaos and destruction wherever his malevolent shadow appears. The Einzbern family, aware of all the fears and dangers that each wizard faces, has decided to do everything in their power to prevent He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named from obtaining the Holy Grail.
Irisviel, a young and exceptionally skilled sorceress, and her spouse Kiritsugu, a talented magician from the ancient and gifted Emiya family, carefully studied the offers of various factions participating in the War for the Holy Grail. Many were surprised that the Einzbern family, known for their nobility and good intentions, decided to take part in this conflict. However, no one can dispute their desire to protect the world and uphold justice.
The history of the Einzbern family is rich in valor and dedication to their ideals. They have always been at the forefront when it comes to fighting against darkness. Now, carriers of this great family name are willing to risk everything for the sake of protecting the magical community.
In their quest to obtain the Holy Grail, Irisviel and Kiritsugu will put their skills and strength on the line in this war. They understand the risks but do not hesitate, as the Einzbern family is always ready to sacrifice their own well-being for the greater good.
It will be a battle where power and belief collide, but Irisviel and Kiritsugu have no doubt in their victory. The Holy Grail must not fall into the hands of Voldemort, and the noble Einzbern family embarks on this dangerous journey to stop him.
The news of the young heirs of Einzbern has garnered deep admiration and support from the magical community. Many are already anticipating their victory, hoping that the noble Irisviel and Kiritsugu will overcome all obstacles and save the world from the Dark side.
We will watch the brave heroes of Einzbern and their daring adventure, where good and evil will vie for the most precious treasure—the Holy Grail. The story of these courageous young wizards promises to be epic. They are going to war for the Grail to save the world from Voldemort, and we all eagerly await the blending of valor, magic, and love in their deeds.
Immediately after this news was announced, a tense atmosphere filled the house on Grimmaud Square. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley had gathered here to discuss the latest sensational news that had caused outrage and heated debates in the wizarding world. Even the usually lively fireplace seemed dull and lifeless compared to the charged emotions surrounding it.
This time, everything was different. The mesmerizing dim light of the fireplace cast yellow shadows on the faces of the heroes. Sirius Black, standing by the window, nervously ran his fingers through his mane-like hair, completely bewildered. Lines of indignation and surprise were etched deep on his forehead.
In this twilight space, Harry's voice broke the silence, filled with intensity and genuine curiosity.
"Einzberns?" The words were spoken with a hint of disbelief, and his emerald eyes sought answers in Sirius' gaze.
"Einzberns?" Sirius responded in astonishment.
Harry's amazement was evident on his face. He looked around the room, as if searching for confirmation or refutation of this news, but everyone remained silent, not uttering a word.
Then Hermione, sitting in the corner of the room, neatly closed her book and stood up from her chair. Frowning, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Harry with a serious expression. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.
"Do you know anything about them?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes. They are a very ancient and noble magical family. They are known for their research in alchemy and the creation of homunculi. They aimed to create the perfect artificial human, possessing incredible magical power. But I thought they were already extinct," Sirius lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "It is said that they sacrificed their humanity for their experiments. That their direct descendants are almost entirely homunculi."
"What are homunculi?" Hermione asked, always eager to learn everything in the world.
"They are artificially created living beings that mimic human form and intelligence. Little is known about them, but rumors have it that they lack souls and emotions like real humans. They serve their masters and carry out their orders," Sirius explained, looking at the news article with disgust. "They can be very dangerous if used for evil purposes."
Mordred, sitting next to Cedric, Mr. Weasley, and Dudley, curled up the corner of her usually serious mouth and nodded as if she already knew about the Einsberns family and their pursuit of perfection.
"I don't understand why anyone would wish for such a fate," Dudley scratched his head thoughtfully. "To become less than human..."
Ritsuka, Mash, and Astolfo exchanged evaluative glances, their faces reflecting deep surprise.
"Voldemort also came up with splitting his soul into seven pieces," Harry chuckled. "But he doesn't seem to be in a rush to repent and gather the fragments back."
Sirius smirked.
"He's not a fool, Harry, and he knows that it is the end for him if he attempts to restore his soul. People have died with fewer Horcruxes, but he surpassed them all. To stay alive after that, he must have a strong belief in success..."
One thing was clear to everyone - the Einsberns were not an ordinary family, and as for their pursuit of perfection, none of the present understood yet how one could desire such a fate. A single piece of news had drawn Harry and Sirius into an endless loop of unresolved questions.
After a long pause, Harry, sitting next to Jeanne, tried to resume the conversation. He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear:
"So, we just discussed the news about the Ainzberns, right? I think it could play a key role in our next battle. We need to be attentive and prepared for anything."
He looked at her hopefully, but Jeanne turned away from him with annoyance. She didn't like being distracted from her food, especially when there were such delicious treats on the table, like meat pies, chicken wings, and chocolate cake. She grabbed her plate and moved to another spot where no one would disturb her.
Sam, with a pie in one hand and a perfectly executed acrobatic pose in the other, surprisingly replied seriously:
"The war for the Holy Grail requires specific skills and knowledge. The Einzberns are powerful wizards, but they are not the only ones who can influence the outcome." He did a somersault and landed on a chair, continuing to eat his pie. "Let's not forget that we have other competitors. They are not idle and are preparing their plans too."
Mordred, smiling enigmatically, said:
"I wonder how the Einzberns feel about their opponents. I'm sure they won't thank us for our interference." She winked at Harry and added, "Or maybe they'll even try to kill us. That would be amusing, wouldn't it?" She laughed, showing her white teeth.
Dudley, suddenly distractedly watching the flame of a candle, responded:
"I would be glad if my new abilities help us in the battle. I hope they will prove themselves in the best way." He sighed and rubbed his stomach. "I still can't believe I've become a wizard. It's so strange and unfamiliar." He looked at his friends and smiled. "But I'm glad I'm not alone in this. You are all such wonderful and kind people. And the Servants too."
"Dudley, you still have to summon your Servant for this task!" Lupin chimed in. "Don't take on too much..." He patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him. "You'll manage, I believe in you. You've already made great progress. Do you remember how you first used your magic?"
Astolfo, jumping around the table and waving chicken wings under Jeanne's disapproving gaze, smiled and said:
"What an adventure! Maybe they have some funny secrets that we'll uncover in battle? I'm looking forward to it!" He ran up to Jeanne and tried to persuade her to play with him. "Please, Jeanne, don't be so boring! You also love fun and adventure, don't you? Let's play tag or hide-and-seek! Or maybe you want to kiss me?"
He brought his face close to hers, but Jeanne pushed him away and slapped him. She said, "Back off, you're annoying me! I don't want to play or kiss you! I want to eat and sleep! And don't bother me!" She grabbed her plate again and stormed off to another room, slamming the door behind her, causing plaster to fall from the walls throughout the house.
Sirius, sitting with a casual tilt on his chair, said:
"Don't forget, we not only need to win but also protect those we love. Don't just think about your own glory."
Nikola Tesla, the quietest and most pensive of them all, expressed his opinion:
"The war for the Holy Grail requires careful planning and using our strengths. We need to find weaknesses in our enemies and use that knowledge against them with our unique abilities." He took out a notebook and opened his sketches and calculations. "I have already developed a few ideas on how we can use electricity and magnetism to our advantage. I can show you if you want."
Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing glances, listening closely to every word. Fred and George, eternal jokers and pranksters, threw in witty comments, causing laughter from everyone around. They never missed an opportunity to tease their friends and Servants, especially Mordred and Astolfo. They said:
"Well, Mordred, you don't seriously think the Einsberns will try to kill us, do you? Maybe they'll even invite you into their family as a long-lost daughter." They chuckled and continued, "Or maybe they'll even offer you to marry one of their sons. How about that? You would make a beautiful bride, wouldn't you?"
They pretended to help her choose a wedding dress and flower crown.
Mordred, clenching her fists and blushing with anger, replied:
"Shut up, you two idiots! I don't want anything to do with the Einsberns! They're not my family, they're my enemies! I'm not going to marry anyone, especially not one of them! All I want is to win this war and prove that I'm the true king!" She jumped up from her seat and threw her knife towards the twins, but missed.
Astolfo, who was sitting next to Mordred, tried to calm her down and said:
"Don't pay attention to them, Mordred. They're just joking. You know they love you like a sister." He hugged her and kissed her cheek. "And I love you like a friend. You're so strong and brave. You can become a king if you want to. I'll always support you." He smiled and added, "But if you ever decide to get married, I know a very good candidate. He's sitting right next to you." He winked at her and made an innocent face.
Mordred, not knowing how to respond, shook her head and said:
"Astolfo, you're such a fool. You don't understand anything."
She pushed him away and sat back in her seat. But deep down, she was touched by his words and gestures. She couldn't admit that Astolfo was the only one who could make her laugh and make her happy.
Tonks and Lupin asked the heroes to leave a worthy memory of their deeds for future generations. For this shot, Tonks even pulled Jeanne's hand out of another room. They said:
"You are all amazing and talented. You're shaping history with your own hands. You should be proud of yourself and your Servants." They took out their camera and took a picture of everyone sitting at the table. "We want to capture this moment for you and for those who come after you. We want you to know that you are not forgotten and that you inspire others."
They smiled and showed them the photo. It captured all the heroes and Servants, with different emotions on their faces: joy, sadness, anger, love, fear, hope.
The conversation continued into the evening. This diverse company mingled, talked, and joked, enlivening the house on Grimm Square and mentally preparing for the great battle in the name of the Holy Grail. They had no idea what awaited them.
In the depths of Harry Potter's dreams, visions of a gloomy place emerged. In the middle of the dark room, illuminated only by flickers of the sparkling fireplace flames, stood two figures. One of them was undoubtedly recognizable - Voldemort. His cold red eyes sparkled in the semi-transparent mist as he conversed earnestly with the second person, whose face was obscured in shadow, preventing Harry from discerning their features.
Voldemort proved to be unusually polite and engaged in an admiring conversation with this mysterious interlocutor. Both delved into a discussion of intricate magic, and the stranger's answers resonated with well-founded confidence and professional expertise. A familiar voice echoed in Harry's imagination, evoking an ancient resonance in his heart, yet he couldn't pinpoint the source of their acquaintance.
Suddenly, Voldemort's interlocutor turned, and their face was illuminated by a soft glow from the fire. Harry encountered this stranger for the first time, yet he had no doubt that they had met before. Still, he couldn't determine the identity of this enigmatic person. They resembled a familiar, but forgotten hero, while at the same time appearing completely unrecognizable. Their eyes radiated kindness and wisdom, and their gaze towards Voldemort held a certain sympathy unfamiliar to Harry.
The scene vanished into the mist of dreams, leaving Harry in a state of astonishment. Who was that mysterious stranger, and why did Voldemort respond to them with such respect and reverence? This puzzle, which Harry had yet to solve, lingered in the depths of his memory's unknown secret world. And that's when Harry had an epiphany.