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And we're back for another entry to the Vault. I recently read a couple of 'an alternate Harry gets summoned to help' stories and thought I'd give it a try. This idea is a cross with the Type MOON series, but I feel that I should point out that most of my knowledge of the Fandom comes from Fics and the Wiki, so don't throw a hissy fit if I get something wrong. With that out of the way, enjoy!
Summoned Help
Albus Dumbledore looked around the Ritual Room in the basement of Grimmauld Place at the gathered Order Members, taking in the determined and slightly fearful looks on their faces at what they were about to attempt. The Second War with Tom had begun, with the Dark Lord's attack on the Ministry in an attempt to get the Prophecy. Fortunately, he had failed thanks to the courageous actions of Miss Potter and her friends, but with his return now revealed to all, Tom had stepped up his game with his Death Eaters performing attacks regularly.
The Light needed a warrior, someone to lead the fight against him and, while Miss Potter was extremely eager to fight, the fact remained that the battle field was no place for a young lady. That was the purpose of the Summoning Ritual they were about to perform, to bring a version of Potter from another world to help, one that had already won the war. Of course, the fact they were dragging a person from a life to fight a war that wasn't theirs completely slipped Dumbledores mind. After all, why would any version of Harry ever go against him? He was Albus Dumbledore after all.
"Are we ready to begin?" asked Dumbledore, getting nods from all of his companions.
The gathered Magicals raised their wands and pointed them at the bowl in the middle of the Ritual Circle that held the ingredients needed for the ritual, plus a sample of Miss Potters hair and blood to act as a catalyst for the summoning. As one, they began to chant. The spell was long and complicated, with parts in Greek, Latin, Welsh and even Japanese and all of the participants in the ritual had to be perfectly in sync or it would fail. As the chant began to build to a crescendo, the wands of each participant began to glow and shoot a beam of light at the bowl in the center, causing the ingredients to erupt into a silver flame. Finally, the chant drew to an explosive finish and the magic of the Ritual exploded, throwing up a huge cloud of dust and tossing the Magicals off their feet.
"*cough*, did it work?" asked Remus Lupin.
Dumbledore waved his wand, causing the smoke to clear revealing a young man. He was slightly shorter than average and slim, although his physique was hidden his black and green battle robes that looked like they were made of Basilisk hide. His robes were covered by a silver breastplate and his wrists were protected by silver bracers, while his feet were covered by a pair of black and silver armoured boots. Draped around his shoulders was a hooded, silver cloak that shimmered like water and was held in place by a broach set with a black stone. He had messy, black hair that parted on the left side to reveal a jagged, lightning bolt scar and brilliant emerald eyes that glowed with power and sparkled with mischief. A a sheathed sword hung his left hip with a ruby decorated hilt.
"Well well, if it isnt Albus Dumbledore," said the Man, "I suppose that I have you to thank for summoning me here, correct?"
"That is correct," said the old man, his twinkling eyes on full blast, "And you are..?"
"You may call me Caster," said the Summoned.
"A fake name if I ever heard one," growled Moody, "Are you Potter or not?"
Caster fixed the old Auror with his intense gaze.
"I see you're as paranoid as ever Alastor," he said, "Still, I suppose that's to be expected. This world is nearly the same as my old one, except…"
He trailed off and looked up, before turning his gaze back on Dumbledore.
"May I ask why you felt the need to summon me?" he asked, his eyes boring into Dumbledore's, "I can sense from here that my alternet is just as powerful as I was at that age. Wouldn't it have been better to train her up rather than risk a Summoning?"
"The Battle field is no place for a young lady," said Dumbledore as he attempted to find out exactly who this strange young man was.
However, he was immensely surprised to find his probe swept aside with contemptuous ease.
"That was extremely stupid Albus," said Caster, "Invading another's mind when you know nothing about them. And that is flawed logic. How is the front lines any different from pitting her against Riddles Shade, twice, a Basilisk, Dementors the Triwizard Tournament and Umbitch?"
He smiled at Dumbledores obvious surprise.
"It appears that you're no smarter than the Dumbledore from my world," he continued, "Still, even he wouldn't have been foolish enough to attempt to summon another me with no safeguards."
"DON'T YOU TALK TO DUMB…" started Molly, only to be silenced before she could get through the sentence.
"Shut it," growled Caster, "Now, as I was saying, you have no Safeguards in case the Harry you summoned was hostile."
"What are you talking about?" asked Sirius, "Why would Harry be hostile? Everyone here is someone Haley loves."
"Oh Sirius, you know nothing about how the Universe works," said Caster, shaking his head, "Not every single version of me is the same. Some are Paragons of virtue, others are Dark Lords worse than Voldemort ever was, some are political sharks, others are womanizers, some are smart, others are stupid. For every possibility there is a version of Harry."
"So what are you?" growled Moody, fingering his wand.
"Ah, thats for me to know and you to find out," said Caster with a nasty grin.
"Why you arrogant brat, just like your Father," snarled Snape, only to suddenly go flying back into the wall with a crunch.
"Nice to see your as pleasant as ever Snivellus," growled Caster, ignoring the wands now pointing at him as he kept Snape suspended above the floor wandlessly.
Snape gasped as he felt invisible hands around his neck tighten, cutting off his air supply, quite unable to believe that this monster could be in any way the same as Haley. The girl reminded him a lot of Lily, being fierce, loyal and beautiful which was the primary reason why he treated her normally rather than take out his anger towards her father on her. This boy however looked so much like his schoolyard nemesis that his hatred had boiled over and caused him to run his mouth like a damned Gryffindor. He had not expected the young man to lash out quite so quickly and with violence. He could tell that all it would take was a slight twitch of the magic holding him up and his neck would snap like a twig.
Suddenly, the door to the Ritual Room opened and Casters head snapped around to face the newcomers, causing the magic holding Snape to release, dumping him on the floor.
A few minutes earlier, with Haley Potter
Haley Potter was pissed. Voldemort was back, the Ministry had FINALLY got its head out of its ass and the war was in full swing. However, despite this, the Light was losing, badly and the reason for it was Albus Dumbledore. The senile old man had forbidden the Order from using deadly spells against the Death Eaters, resulting in a war of attrition in the enemy's favor as they simply renovated their stunned alleys and cut down the Light side fighters one by one. However, that wasn't the reason she was furious, oh no, that was because, even after beating Voldemort and Quirrel, killing a Basilisk, chasing off over a hundred Dementors, winning the Triwizard Tournament, dueling Riddle to a standstill and nearly beating a force of Death Eaters at the Ministry, the old goat had turned around and told her that the battlefield was no place for her. To make matters worse, the Order had agreed with him, seemingly perfectly happy with staying out of it and letting other people do all the fighting.
So here she was, sat in her room in Grimmauld Place, waiting for the Order to summon someone to take her place on the Battlefield while listening to Ginny natter away about boys and other inane things as if a war wasn't going on. Sat on the bed across the room was her bushy haired friend, Hermione, who was in a similar boat to her, wanting to fight but unable to due to the backwards views of the Wizarding World. The bookworm caught Haleys eye and gave an exaggerated eye roll. The one good thing about the situation was that Ronald was elsewhere. The red-headed black hole had decided last year that he and Haley were meant to be and didn't seem to get the hint that the Potter Heiress wanted nothing to do with him after he had turned his back on her during their Fourth Year, no matter how many times she jinxed him. Haley sighed and idly rubbed the back of her left hand, flexing her fingers. Hermione seemed to notice the movement and shot her a worried look.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, my fingers are just a bit stiff is all," said Haley.
"You don't think its some leftover damage from HER do you?" asked Ginny worriedly.
"I doubt it," said Haley, "Blood Quills are nasty, but other than scaring, they don't have any after affects. Its probably just writers cram...AH!"
The Girl-who-lived grabbed her hand as pain lanced through the back of it. It felt like the time her Uncle had pressed a red hot poker to her back the one time she'd done better than Dudley at a test. Hermione was at her side in an instant, casting a diagnostics charm in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Haley meanwhile held up her hand and watched in shock as lines began to carve themselves into the back of it, forming a triangle with a circle inside, bisected by a line. As soon as the symbol was complete, the agony vanished, leaving only a dull ache.
"What..?"
Whatever question Haley was about to ask would never be known as the three girls suddenly felt a truly massive wave of Magical Energy wash over them coming from deep within the house. Haleys eyes widened at the feeling of the magic. It almost exactly like her magic did when she used it, only about a million times more powerful. The Girl-who-lived was on her feet and out the door before Hermione and Ginny could call out, heading in the direction of the source of the magic. It didn't take long to reach the door to the basement that the kids had been forbidden from entering and why most of the Order had disappeared into the other day. The door was locked and spelled against being opened magically, but a solid kick fixed that. The Wizarding Worlds complete lack of basic common sense sometimes
Haley entered the room and froze at the sight of the black and silver clad figure stood in the middle of a circle of wands pointed at him as he held Snape wandlessly off the ground. As she entered, the stranger's head snapped around and she found herself staring into a pair of green eyes that matched her own. The marks on the back of her hand throbbed and Haley instinctively raised her hand, showing the marks to the stranger, who looked surprised for a moment, before surprise turned to amusement. He released Snape and stepped towards Haley, completely ignoring the wands still pointed at him, before kneeling in front of her with his fist clasped over his heart.
"I come in response to your Summoning," he said, "I come from the Throne of Heroes to grant your wish and to have mine granted in return. I am the Servant Caster, once known as Harry Potter, the Master of Death. By the marks of the Contract, I am bound to thee until my purpose is complete."
Haley stared at Caster in shock, not sure what to make of the utterly random event. Apparently no one else did either as they all looked confused, although Dumbledore looked horrified about something. Caster looked up and gave a feral grin.
"So, shall we go flatten Riddle?"
And thats the end of this entry, I hope you all liked it! For any Type MOON Purests that may read this and get their knickers in a twist, I reiterate that I don't know that much about the Fate universe and this was mostly written because I was board. With that out of the way, please leave me a review!