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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Fate/stay_night_(Visual_Novel), Tsukihime
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Illyasviel_von_Einzbern, Harry_Potter/Medb_|_Rider_(Fate/
      Grand_Order), Harry_Potter/Multi, Harry_Potter/Medea_|_Caster_Lily
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Illyasviel_von_Einzbern, Medb_|_Rider_(Fate/Grand_Order),
      Medea_|_Caster_Lily, Altrouge_Brunestud
  Additional Tags:
      Pseudo-Incest, Servants, Crossover
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-12 Chapters: 3/? Words: 12067
****** Black Blood the Rewrite ******
by DalkonCledwin
Summary
     On the night of Voldemort's attack against the Potter's, something
     occurs which sets Harry on a path to a destiny which no one could
     have seen coming. - Largely AU to both of the series that this is
     drawn from.
Notes
     Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
     the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
     plot are the property of the authors. The authors are in no way
     associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
     franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
     Author's Note #1: Okay folks… so apparently when I was writing this
     story the first time, I made some mistakes that I just hadn't
     anticipated. As such, I am now going to be redoing the story to try
     and fix those mistakes. The thing about this is, that I will probably
     be changing a great deal of what happened in the story to make the
     story work better with the actual canon of Fate/Stay Night. As such,
     do not be too disappointed if what you remember from the original
     story does not happen exactly the same way in this version of it.
     Author's Note #2: For those of you who are interested, I am providing
     full in-depth character profiles that utilize the Marvel FASERIP
     system over on Blogger. You can find the character profiles for this,
     and hopefully all my other stories at the following website:
     cledwins-aerie.blogspot.com
     I will be providing updated profiles for the characters based on each
     milestone they reach, starting with the end of the prologue in this
     story, rather than the beginning of the prologue.
  This work was inspired by
      Black_Blood by Myself
***** Arc 00: Prologue / Ch. 01: Princess *****
                           xXx Godric's Hollow xXx
                     xXx Saturday, October 31st, 1981 xXx
                            xXx 2345 Local Time xXx
It was a dark and cold night as a lonely figure wearing a long violet silk
dress with a black thigh length bodice which had red accents covering it
wandered through the streets. Her hair was raven black, and she had the most
startling crimson color eyes. This individual appeared to be no older than
thirteen or fourteen years of age.
Suddenly her attention was caught by a man in a hooded cloak over by one of the
houses exclaiming "BOMBARDA!"
She cocked her head to the side, 'Odd, that house is clearly protected by one
of my Fidelius Contracts... how is he even able to see it?'
The woman contemplated this for a moment before making her decision 'Well as
the Mistress of Contracts, it behooves me to investigate this matter!'
Allowing her presence to fade so completely that she was imperceptible to all
humans, the young looking woman followed the hooded figure into the house.
Upon entering she paused momentarily to take in the sight before her. On the
floor was a man who appeared to be in his early twenties, bleeding from
multiple wounds inflicted by several large nail like structures that were
lodged in each of his limbs and through his eyes.
'Geeze, not even Nrvnqsr Chaos is that gruesome with his victims,' the woman
thought to herself.
Continuing her journey up the stairs, she watched in curiosity as the man in
the hooded robe confronted a stunningly beautiful red haired woman who was
desperately trying to protect her child.
"No! Not Harry! Anything but Harry!" the Woman exclaimed while throwing her
arms wide and interposing herself between the hooded man and the crib in which
her child was sitting.
"Stand aside woman and you may yet live." the man hissed out as he brandished
his wand at her.
'Oh, so these are Wizards then,' the young woman in the hall thought to
herself.
"No! Take me, but let Harry live!" The woman screamed out desperately,
maintaining her position between the man and her child.
"I will not tell you again woman, stand aside NOW!" the man stated harshly.
"NO! I will not let you harm my son!" the woman shrieked.
The red eyed woman in the hall smirked and whispered almost inaudibly "By the
Crimson Moon and my Black Blood, I, Altrouge Brunestud, accept your contract.
Your child shall not be harmed by this man!"
Unseen by both the red haired woman, and the hooded man, a magic crest flared
to life in the bottom of the crib beneath the blankets, sealing the contract
that Altrouge Brunestud had just enacted.
"Avada Kedavra!" The man yelled causing a green bolt of energy to erupt from
the tip of his wand which proceeded to hit the chest of the red haired woman,
causing her to fall to the ground a lifeless husk.
"So much for that Prophecy. You will die here, boy, alone, as an infant and in
a state where you can't even defend yourself! Avada Kedavra!" The man cast the
curse again sending out another bolt of green energy. This one was aimed at the
forehead of the toddler in the crib.
As soon as the bolt of energy hit the toddler, the crest in the bottom of the
crib flared, and the bolt of energy rebounded at twice the speed, hitting the
man in the chest before he even realized what was happening. Much to Altrouge's
surprise and shock, the man exploded causing a rather impressive hole to be
blown out of the roof of the Nursery.
Unsurprisingly the toddler was now crying. Sighing to herself, Altrouge allowed
herself to become visible to the world around her once again. She then walked
over to the toddler and bent to the floor to pick up the wand that the man had
dropped upon exploding. She looked at it curiously for a moment before placing
it between her index fingers and thumbs; she then proceeded to snap it.
"This is going to be a headache; I just know it is," Altrouge stated as she
dropped the pieces of the wand and bent over the crib. She then started cooing
at the child, trying the best she could to calm him down.
That was when she heard the sound of a roaring motorcycle. Curious as she was,
she cautiously walked over to the window, or what was left of it, and looked
out. "Huh, it's not everyday that you see a flying motorcycle," With her
curiosity sated she went back to trying to comfort the child.
A few moments later she heard someone vomiting. A few minutes after that a man
burst into the room pointing his wand this way and that, he then exclaimed "Oh
god! Not Lil's too!" pausing momentarily he blinked before asking, "Wait… hold
up! Who the ruddy hell are you?"
Altrouge turned to regard at the man, which resulted in him gasping at the
sight of her eyes. This caused her to roll her eyes, knowing perfectly well
that her eye color was considered a sign of evil within the Wizarding
community. Not that she would openly deny the fact that she was widely
considered one of the most evil entities in existence, but the sad fact is that
Red eyes were exceedingly common within the world of Magi. After all
practically every female in the Einzbern clan had red eyes for crying out loud!
"Oh, hello... I don't suppose you happen to know the little ones name? All I
was able to get from the conversation between his mother and her murderer was
his given name of 'Harry.'" Altrouge inquired.
The man rolled his eyes before saying "Err… right… his full name is Harry James
Potter; and you still didn't answer my question. Who are you?"
"Hmm? Oh, I go by many names. The one most relevant to tonight though is
'Master of Blood and Contract.' My true name however, is Altrouge Brunestud,"
Altrouge stated as she performed a perfect curtsy.
The man's eyes bugged out "Oh wonderful. Not only do I discover my Godson's
parents dead, but I also find the Ninth Dead Apostle Ancestor in his Nursery
with him. So what are you waiting for, get on with killing us already..."
Altrouge bit her lower lip, and furrowed her brow before saying "I really
didn't come here for that. I was merely curious why a hooded man was battering
down the front door of a home protected by one of my Fidelius Contracts..."
"Contract? I thought the Fidelius was a charm?" the man inquired while
furrowing his brow in obvious confusion.
"It's a charm that creates a contract using my powers," Altrouge explained
before she added, "You know, you haven't introduced yourself yet either..."
The man blinked for a moment, opened his mouth, before closing it and promptly
putting his wand away, "You know, you're right. Sirius Black at your service,"
He said with a mock bow, "Do you mind if I ask what you intend to do with my
Godson?"
Altrouge looked at the man for a moment before turning back to Harry and
scooping him up into her embrace, she then explained, "Well, I am afraid I
can't just leave him here. You are welcome to come with me if you want. But be
warned, I take no responsibility for your life. I only hold Prim's leash, I
don't tell her who she can and can't kill. Though I will be stopping her if she
tries to harm Harry."
"Prim?" Sirius asked with a frown creeping up onto his face.
"My pet wolf, Primate Murder," Altrouge stated in a bland tone of voice as she
turned towards the door out of the room.
"Primate Murder? As in the Beast of Gaia?" Sirius asked with a tone of fear
edging itself into his voice.
"Um… yes, I believe that is what most people call her," Altrouge responded.
"Oookay, well I think I'm going to go track down Peter. I need to make sure he
is handed over to authorities for giving the secret of this house over to
Voldemort," Sirius declared.
Altrouge frowned as she mentally scanned the contract for this residence.
"Peter Pettigrew? The Potter family signed a marked Death Eater as their secret
keeper when they are apparently enemies to the leader of the Death Eaters?"
Suddenly a large man with a scraggly beard entered the room. "Sirius, who's
tha, and why's she got Harry?"
"Hagrid, it's alright. At least I think it is. I am letting her look after
Harry, as I doubt that anyone will be able to harm him while she is around,"
Sirius said in a reassuring tone of voice.
"But 'Eadmaster Dumbledore said I got ter bring Harry straight to 'im," Hagrid
argued with what appeared to be a frown marring his face, though it was hard to
tell with all that hair.
"I am afraid that won't be happening," Altrouge stated matter of factly.
"Now you look 'ere, young lady…" Hagrid began and reached over to try and place
one of his overly large hands on her shoulder.
Much to his shock Altrouge reached up, grabbed him by the wrist and twisted his
hand in a way that rather bloody hurt, "I don't believe I introduced myself.
Hello, my name is Altrouge Brunestud, The Eclipse Princess of Black Blood. You
may be a Half-Giant, but I have enough raw physical strength where I could spar
with bloody Heracles and not really be injured. Now as I was saying, you are
not taking Harry anywhere as I have a contract with his mother to make sure
that he is not harmed. Which means that until he is old enough to look after
himself, I am his new Guardian."
"Oww, oww, oww…" grumbled Hagrid in obvious pain.
Altrouge took pity on him and released his wrist with a slight shove away from
herself.
"Hagrid, I think it best if you returned to the school," Sirius said looking at
the Half-Giant. He paused momentarily before turning to look at Altrouge and
saying "I would warn you that Headmaster Dumbledore will try to locate you and
retrieve Harry from your care."
"He does so at the risk of his own life. Prim does not take kindly to intruders
into my territory," Altrouge stated coldly.
"Right, maybe I will come with you to the castle, Hagrid. Best to make sure the
old man doesn't do anything that might end up getting him killed," Sirius
grumbled, and with that he led Hagrid out of the building.
Sighing to herself, Altrouge made her own way out of the building a few minutes
after the two men had left taking Harry with her.
                       xXx Einzbern Castle, Germany xXx
                      xXx Sunday, November 1st, 1981 xXx
                            xXx 0700 Local Time xXx
Altrouge walked into the castle with Harry in her arms, completely unconcerned
by the various homunculi guards that all went on edge by her sudden appearance.
"Milady Brunestud, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?" the voice
of Jubstacheit von Einzbern called out from the top of the grand stairwell.
"Lord Einzbern, I was hoping that I could acquire one of your Homunculi to act
as the Nurse Maid to my new ward. I will of course still be serving as the
child's mother in most capacities, but alas, I am unable to fulfill some of the
more necessary requirements a mother holds for their child," Altrouge directed
her voice towards where she saw the elderly but still physically fit man
standing.
Jubstacheit laughed at Altrouge's predicament before saying "I have just the
individual. I will allow you to take Leysritt, one of my new granddaughter's
caretakers, for your purposes. Be warned though, she tends to not have a filter
on her mouth."
"That shant be a problem. As such I thank you for your courtesy." Altrouge
stated as she did her best to dip a curtsy despite the precious cargo in her
arms.
                      xXx British Ministry for Magic xXx
                         xXx Wizengamot Chambers xXx
                     xXx Tuesday, November 3rd, 1981 xXx
                            xXx 1000 Local Time xXx
Altrouge sat in the back of the room. She was rather irritated with how these
people managed to blunder things up so easily.
"Now, is there any business that anyone would like to bring to the Wizengamot's
attention?" asked Albus Dumbledore from where he sat in his rather ornate
stylized golden throne.
Immediately allowing herself to be perceived, Altrouge stood up and declared
"Yes, actually there is a rather big issue I would like to bring to the
attention of the Wizengamot."
"Your name young miss?" Dumbledore inquired in a bored tone of voice, barely
bothering with the courtesy of paying attention to her.
"Oh… I have many, many names and titles. I have in been called among other
things, the Eclipse Princess of Black Blood, the Twin Heiress of the Crimson
Moon... " she saw several people in the Wizengamot suddenly sit up and pay her
rather close attention, including Albus Dumbledore, as they recognized those
two titles, but she wasn't done, "The Vampire Princess of the Dead Apostles,
the Ninth Dead Apostle Ancestor…" At that point just about everyone in the room
had gone a deathly shade of white, "And most relevant to today's discussion,
the Master of Blood and Contract. I am Altrouge Brunestud!"
Suddenly a toad-like woman stood up on the Wizengamot side of the room and
positively shrieked out the words: "Aurors! Seize her!"
Alastor Moody glared at the toad-like woman from where he sat while growling
out "Are ya daft woman? She'd slaughter em. Not even the Dark Lord in all his
malignant glory was stupid enough to try and tell one of the Dead Apostle
Ancestors what to do, their Power is just too huge to comprehend. And she's in
the top ten out of twenty-seven of 'em. Trying to stand against her would be as
good as committing suicide for our boys. We'd best hear her out."
Altrouge chuckled a little bit at this acknowledgment of the facts of the
matter before saying "Ahh, it's good to see that at least one of you Wizards
knows who holds the power in this room."
"Here, here!" an older gentlemen on the other side of the room chorused.
Altrouge looked in that direction and noticed the older gentleman was a man
with short spiky grey hair, a short beard and red eyes. This sight caused her
to groan and exclaim, "Oh for the love of... Gramps! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know me. I can't resist watching when something entertaining is
happening," the old man stated with a chuckle.
Sighing she turned to the rest of the room and said "Allow me to introduce my
adopted Grandfather, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, the Clocktower's Wizard
Marshal, also known as the Fourth Dead Apostle Ancestor."
"I'm here too Sis!" a woman's voice chorused from a few seats beyond Zelretch.
This statement caused Altrouge to facepalm, "And that would be my baby sister,
Arcueid Brunestud, the White Princess of the True Ancestors…"
Altrouge then turned to look at her sister and grandfather and pointedly asked
"Okay, seriously... what are you two doing here? Is my life really that
entertaining to you?"
Arcueid just grinned happily saying "Oh… I just got word from one of my
descendents that something entertaining might be happening here today."
"Your descendents?" Altrouge asked in mild confusion.
"Well… I kind of had offspring with a Wizard about three centuries ago, so I
have a descendent that is currently keeping tabs on Wizarding Society for me,"
Arcueid said airily.
"And I just happened to be perusing the Kaleidoscope when I noticed some slight
deviations springing up in this universe centered on the events of October
31st, so I thought I would investigate," Zelretch stated.
"As interesting as all that is, you said you had business to discuss with the
Wizengamot?" Dumbledore inquired, his tone of voice a lot more pointed, and his
eyes now sparkling with interest in the Wizengamot's unexpected guests.
Altrouge tore herself away from her family and looked at the Wizengamot, "Er…
yes... I want to know why Sirius Black was arrested and thrown into Azkaban
without so much as a Trial?"
"He's the Death Eater who betrayed the secret of the Potter's location to the
Dark Lord. He then proceeded to kill twelve Muggles along with Peter
Pettigrew." Bartemius Crouch Sr. stated blandly, not even bothering to look up
from the newspaper he was reading, he had pointedly been ignoring the entire
Wizengamot, though he listened to all that was said.
Altrouge scrunched her nose in disgust. "Okay that first charge is completely
false."
"What do you mean? It is common knowledge that he was the Potter's secret
keeper." said Bartemius Crouch, finally deciding to pay attention to the
proceedings as he put his newspaper aside.
"Okay, first off, what is the good of having a Secret Keeper if everyone knows
who it is? Second off, if the person who holds the records of all Fidelius
Contracts in the world doesn't know who the actual secret keeper happens to be,
then we are all in a lot of trouble, aren't we?" Altrouge stated haughtily.
Several members of the Wizengamot blinked at that statement before quickly
trying to parse it together. Augusta Longbottom was the one who reached the
obvious conclusion before anyone else, "Merciful heavens! That means that we
are practically handing the keys of our homes to a Dead Apostle Ancestor
whenever we utilize that charm!"
"Got it in one!" stated Zelretch rather smugly as he laughed uproariously.
"Oh please, it practically says as much in the incantation. What did you think
the words 'Qarmizi Alqamar Brunestud' in the incantation were a reference to?"
Altrouge griped.
"Well it could have meant me," Arcueid said helpfully.
"Not helping sis," Altrouge muttered.
Altrouge sighed before looking at the assembled Witches and Wizards and saying
"At any rate, Sirius Black was not the Secret Keeper for the Potter's. Peter
Pettigrew was."
"That doesn't change the fact that he is guilty of killing twelve Muggles and
Peter Pettigrew!" Bartemius Crouch countered.
"Just to check… is there a law on your books that says a private citizen is
prohibited from killing a known terrorist?" asked Altrouge confusedly.
"There is no such law," Albus Dumbledore stated as he began getting a bad
feeling about where this was going.
"Gramps, how many of these good Witches and Wizards are marked Death Eaters?"
Altrouge asked of Zelretch.
Zelretch hummed thoughtfully before saying, "If I answered that this wouldn't
be entertaining anymore."
"In other words over half of them," translated Arcueid.
Altrouge smirked seeing that several people had rapidly paled once more. "Okay,
different question Gramps. Which one of these individuals is the new ringleader
now that their precious Dark Lord has been discorporated?"
Zelretch smirked and said "Oh, that would be the smarmy blonde git known as
Lucius Malfoy."
Suddenly a blonde man stood up and thrust his wand at Altrouge while screaming
out "Avada Kedavra!"
Altrouge grinned wickedly and allowed the bright green beam of energy to hit
her smack dab in the middle of her modest chest. There were gasps of horror
when people noticed that Altrouge had not fallen to the ground as a lifeless
corpse like she should have.
Altrouge laughed "Really? Is that the best you can do?"
"How are you not dead?" asked the man who had fired the curse to begin with.
Altrouge laughed again. "Please, that spell is barely a C Rank Curse by Magus
standards. Even if it is technically enough to kill anything you Wizards are
used to dealing with, it would take something of at least a high tier EX Rank
to so much as dent me, and to have a shot at actually killing me, you would at
least need to be the Eighth Dead Apostle Ancestor or better. And that is
assuming you can get past Prim to pull it off."
"Who or what is Prim?" Asked one of the other people in the room.
"Oh, that would be her pet wolf, otherwise known as Primate Murder, the Beast
of Gaia, and the First Dead Apostle Ancestor," stated Arcueid in a happy
singsong.
"Coincidentally, Prim is also very protective of my new ward," Altrouge stated
in an offhand manner.
You could hear the fact that several people had just fainted and / or pissed
themselves at that statement. Clearly they knew who her new ward was.
"Out of mild curiosity, are you guys going to arrest that fool for using one of
the spells you classified as Unforgivable?" inquired Altrouge.
"Why should we? He was cleared of all charges for being a Death Eater, and
using that curse on someone who is clearly not a human is not against the law,"
sneered the toad-like woman from before.
Altrouge sniffed the air, "Can you smell the hypocrisy in this room? How on
earth was a marked Death Eater cleared of all charges? You are aware that you
have to be one hundred percent in control of your actions in order to be able
to be branded by that type of mark, aren't you? In other words the 'I was under
the Imperious' defence doesn't work in regards to marked Death Eaters."
"Nonsense, we would be aware of it if that were the case," stated Barty Sr.
"How could you know? The Dark Mark is not a common piece of spellcraft. I only
happen to know because I have seen similar types of spellcraft used in the
centuries since I was born. Each time by a Dark Lord or Lady." Altrouge
explained to the assembled Witches and Wizards in a rather handy manner. She
then tossed her hair while leveling a pointed glare at Barty Sr. practically
challenging him to argue her point of view.
Seeing that no one was arguing with her statement on that matter, Altrouge
sighed before asking the obvious "Did Sirius Black have a Dark Mark?"
"What does that matter?" asked the toad-like woman with yet another sneer
marring her… ugly face.
"If he lacked the mark, then he wasn't a Death Eater. Whether he was a
supporter of the Dark Lord or not, I wouldn't be able to say, but that Mark is
much like a Cattle Brand. It marks the bearer as the chattel of the one who
crafted the design. All rights, property, spouses, children, titles, and just
about anything else you could care to name subsequently belong to the creator
of the Mark from that day forward until such time as the crafter of the mark
permanently dies." Altrouge explained.
Albus Dumbledore frowned before saying "Miss Brunestud, I couldn't help but
notice you said that Voldemort had been discorporated before, and just now
mentioned that he would retain the titles and rights of those he marked until
such time as he permanently dies. Could you explain?"
"I could, but I doubt most of you would believe me considering how hard headed
you are being." Altrouge commented dryly.
"Humour me," Albus said.
Sighing Altrouge looked at the assembled Witches and Wizards before turning to
Albus and saying the single word "Horcrux."
Albus gaped at her before exclaiming "DAMMIT!"
"Whatever is the matter Albus?" inquired Augusta Longbottom with a touch of
concern in her voice.
At that point Zelretch and Arcueid both burst out laughing. Zelretch was the
first to regain his composure, "Oh, this is rich, so the old man there is the
only one in this room who even KNOWS what a Horcrux is. That is hilarious. Bad,
but hilarious. For the sake of expediency, six currently exist."
Dumbledore looked horrified at that information, as he exclaimed "Bloody
naggering fucking hell in a handbasket!"
"ALBUS!" several of the women in the room exclaimed.
"Well… to be fair… that is a reasonable reaction to this kind of information."
One of the men on the sidelines stated, "Saul Croaker, Chief Unspeakable at
your service. For those who are unaware, a Horcrux is a Dark Artefact into
which a Witch or Wizard places a piece of their own Soul that they have managed
to fracture off of themselves by committing the murder of an innocent soul,
usually in the form of an infant or toddler. So long as the Horcrux exists,
then the Witch or Wizard is incapable of passing through the Veil. What this
means is that despite no longer having a body to inhabit, Voldemort is still
very much alive… if this information should turn out to be true that is. That
said, the fact that our new 'Savior' has gained the attention of THREE Dead
Apostle Ancestors, along with a True Ancestor… I think it is a safe bet that
Voldemort's followers should consider reevaluating their allegiances."
You could see how the Wizengamot was divided between both supporters and
adversaries of the man who calls himself Voldemort just by the faces people
were making in response to this information.
"I will put this out as a blanket warning to you all. If Voldemort finds a way
to regain his body before my ward reaches his fourteenth year of age, then I
will not hesitate to bring Primate Murder to Diagon Alley on a Letter Week with
the instruction to 'go have some fun,'" Altrouge said while leveling her best
glare at the Wizarding Government.
Both Arcueid and Zelretch winced upon hearing that threat. If she did that…
London as a whole, not just the magical portion, might end up a lost cause.
There was a very good reason why Altrouge's personal territory was in one of
the most absolutely desolate portions of Siberia, and it had nothing to do with
the girl liking her privacy.
While Altrouge is probably the least bloodthirsty of the Dead Apostle
Ancestors, next to Sumire who prefers to spend her time drinking alcohol
instead of killing people and Zelretch who tends to be more of a prankster than
a murderer, that didn't mean that she was above committing mass slaughter just
to prove a point.
"Now, since it is clear I will be incapable of getting you to be reasonable
enough to release Sirius, much less deal appropriately with known Terrorists, I
think it is high time I left, as I have a child to raise," Altrouge stated as
she got up and left the chambers.
                              xXx Chapter End xXx
Translation Note: "Qarmizi Alqamar Brunestud" is Arabic for "Crimson Moon
Brunestud"
***** Arc 00: Prologue / Ch. 02: Germany *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
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     Author's Note #1: I will from this point on only be providing a
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     Author's Note #2: Please Note, I changed around some of the dates at
     which certain events in the Type-Moon franchise would have normally
     occurred to make them better fit with the story I have in mind.
     Also, I am unrepentant in that some of my characters are OOC from how
     they behave in the canonical series that they are from. If you don't
     like it, then don't read the story. There is a reason I am having
     them behave in the ways that they do, so just deal with it.
     Author's Note #3: Starting from this chapter going forward, this
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     for updates earlier than that, as it will not speed the update
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     exactly on schedule.
                       xXx Einzbern Castle, Germany xXx
                     xXx Sunday, September 8th, 1985 xXx
                            xXx 1135 Local Time xXx
Irisviel von Einzbern had a huge smile on her face as she watched her beloved
daughter Illyasviel play with a raven haired young man a little ways from her.
The two children, four and five years of age respectively were just
unbelievably adorable together.
She turned her head as her husband Kiritsugu and the boy's adoptive mother
entered the room. "Hello Kiri, Alt, how are you two?"
Altrouge waved happily at Irisviel without saying anything. It was Kiritsugu
who voiced his feelings "I am ticked off. Here I am, in the same room as a Dead
Apostle and I am forbidden from doing anything to harm it. I used to make my
living killing these abominations!"
Altrouge snorted in amusement. "Please. You've never had to deal with anyone
even remotely close to being on my level, and while your little Servant might
be able to keep me entertained, she wouldn't dare with Alaya watching her every
move. Something about a prophecy hanging over my son's head..."
Saber from where she was standing in the corner watching the children swivelled
her head to look directly at Altrouge, "Please tell me you are joking?"
"Not even in the slightest bit," Altrouge said with a knowing smirk.
"Sorry Master, but I would be forced into inaction, even if you were to use a
Command Seal on me. A Servant endangering the parent, even if she is only an
adoptive parent, of a child who is the subject of a prophecy before the child
can fend for themselves is grounds for immediate termination of the Servant by
Alaya," Saber explained.
Kiritsugu sighed in defeat, "Fine."
"It's not like she's evil or anything, Kiri…" Irisviel stated in follow-up.
"Oh really? What would you call threatening the entire population of London
with Primate Murder then?" Kiritsugu inquired.
"A bluff," Altrouge stated blandly.
"Wait… what?" Kiritsugu asked, blinking in confusion.
"Okay first off… you are ignoring the fact that I was addressing an audience
largely composed of known terrorists who aren't afraid of committing murder,
rape, and any other crime you could care to name. Second off… they were
contemplating ways to try and revive a criminal sociopath who is just too
stubborn to die properly. And finally. Primate Murder weighs in at over one
metric ton of raw muscle. How exactly am I supposed to get her from Siberia to
London? I can't exactly apparate that much mass, and Portkeys aren't graded for
things of that size." Altrouge explained.
Harry ran up to his mom and tugged on her dress saying "Grandpa Zel!"
"Well, yes, I suppose Zelretch could pull it off…" Altrouge said off handedly.
"No Mum… Grandpa Zel!" the kid pointed over to where an older gentleman was
handing a small object to a curious looking Illyasviel.
Altrouge's eyes widened dramatically, "Illya! No! Don't…"
But it was too late the girl touched the object and in a bright flash of light
her sundress was replaced by a frilly magical girl costume. Meanwhile Zelretch
had already vanished from whence he came.
"Wha… Momma?" Illya cried in panic.
"The heck?" Saber and Kiritsugu asked simultaneously.
Iri ran up to her daughter and started fussing over her in mild confusion.
Altrouge could only facepalm at what had just happened. "Damn old man, he did
the same thing to me a quarter century ago. I think he also got Arcueid as well
at one point."
Irisviel turned and looked pointedly at Altrouge, "Okay, explain. What is
this?"
"Gramps has something of an obsession with magical girl anime…" Altrouge began.
"What like Majokko Meg-chan?" Kiritsugu asked.
Altrouge scrunched her face up in confusion for a moment before saying "No…
more like Sailor Moon. But I can see how you might be confused. Sailor Moon
doesn't debut officially in this world for a few more years. Only reason I know
about it is because Gramps forced me to sit through the entire series… both of
them."
Altrouge paused a moment before looking curiously at the object Illyasviel was
still holding "Oi! Wake up you damn pervert!"
"My, such atrocious manners on such a beautiful young lady. You would think
your parents never taught you proper etiquette," a voice said from out of
nowhere.
"The hell?" Kiritsugu, Saber, and Irisviel all exclaimed at the same time.
"Which one are you?" Altrouge asked of the voice.
"I am Kaleidostick Ruby," the voice exclaimed.
Altrouge facepalmed yet again, "Joy, he gave the single most perverted one to
the four year old girl. I do not envy you two, or your father Iri."
"If it makes you feel better Master Zelretch said he was developing a
Kaleidostick variant that boys can use," Ruby stated in what the gathered
adults could only assume was supposed to be a candid voice.
Altrouge shuddered before getting out "No… no that does not make me feel
better…" She paused momentarily before addressing Irisviel and Kiritsugu, "You
guys may want to find a way to seal that thing before it unduly corrupts your
daughter. I managed it by tossing mine into the Veil in the Department of
Mysteries in London. Zelretch was suitably horrified when I told him where I
put it, said something about how he should have added a counter to things
created using the Fourth True Magics into the devices."
"So I take it doing that probably won't work a second time?" Irisviel inquired.
"Probably not, no," Altrouge confirmed.
"I could always hit it with Excalibur..." Saber offered.
"As amusing as it would be to hear Ruby scream in horror, I doubt it would
actually work. Those things were designed with the intention of allowing humans
to fight on equal terms with Heroic Spirits," Altrouge stated.
"We may need to get your father involved in solving this problem, Iri,"
Kiritsugu stated in concern. As much as he despised the man, he wasn't willing
to ignore the fact that the man was much more learned in Magecraft than any of
the people in that room except for Altrouge. And if Altrouge was stumped, then
they needed to outsource.
                            xXx 1158 Local Time xXx
Jubstacheit von Einzbern looked down at his granddaughter and the floating
bobble that hovered around her head incredulously. For one thing the outfit she
was wearing was absolutely ridiculous. For another, he couldn't even begin to
guess how he was supposed to seal that bobble away.
"I am sorry Irisviel, the old pervert somehow imbued that… bobble... with the
ability to use the Kaleidoscope. Even if I were to try and seal it away, it
would hardly be a permanent solution," the old man explained.
"So she is stuck in that gaudy outfit?" Irisviel pouted at this realization.
She may look like a fully grown woman, but the reality is that she wasn't all
that much older than her own daughter, which resulted in her experiencing the
occasional bout of emotional immaturity. These bouts only became worse when
Kiritsugu imbued her with a reason to feel her emotions instead of being an
emotionless doll.
"Well… that depends… have any of you tried asking Ruby if she would mind
letting Illya change back to her normal clothing?" Jubstacheit inquired.
Irisviel, Kiritsugu, Saber, and Altrouge all opened their mouths to protest…
before they all promptly closed them and facepalmed themselves as they realized
that not one of them had thought to do just that.
Sighing to himself, Jubstacheit looked at the Kaleidostick and asked "Ruby, my
dear, would you be so kind as to allow my Granddaughter to resume her normal
clothing, and only transform her into a… magical girl… if she personally
requests it of you?"
Ruby laughed before saying "Sure, no problem," and in another flash of bright
light, Illya was back in her original outfit, much to everyone's relief.
                          xXx Frankfurt Airport xXx
                    xXx Wednesday, November 1st, 1989 xXx
                            xXx 1300 Local Time xXx
About a year ago, Harry had begun learning Magecraft from his Mum. Almost
immediately upon beginning those lessons, Harry and Altrouge made the startling
discovery that Harry had at his disposal what seemed like infinite reserves of
Od.
After consulting with Zelretch about this discovery, Altrouge hesitantly asked
for Jubstacheit's opinion on the matter. The man was well and truly flummoxed
by what he had found. Somehow, without ever having reached the Root, Harry was
able to utilize the Third True Magic, Heaven's Feel.
To make matters more confusing to the old man, he saw within Harry many signs
that indicated he had unlimited potential as a Master for Heroic Spirits.
However, it was agreed that Harry was much too young to partake in a Grail War
anytime soon.
So with that in mind, Zelretch and Jubstacheit began putting their heads
together to plan for Harry's introduction during the eventual Fifth Holy Grail
War. The same war that Jubstacheit was beginning to realize he would be forced
to send Illyasviel into.
Jubstacheit was many things; cold, arrogant, aloof. But he was NOT heartless.
And if he could send his granddaughter into a hostile situation with someone
she could count on to watch her back, then he would do so a hundred times over.
After all that was the very reason he had married Kiritsugu into his family and
had him stand in as the Einzbern Master in the current war. Irisviel was far
too gentle to be able to properly handle being a Master.
As it was, Harry stood alongside his mother and Illyasviel as they bid their
farewells to Illya's parents who were about to head off to Japan for the
purposes of fighting in the Fourth Holy Grail War.
"Now Illya, you behave for your Grandfather and your Auntie Altrouge, okay?"
Irisviel stated as she hugged her daughter farewell.
Kiritsugu suppressed a grimace. He still couldn't quite believe that they had
somehow managed to become so close with the Princess of the Dead Apostles as to
name her Illya's Godmother. But then again, Illya and Harry were practically
twins in all but blood and age given how inseparable they happened to be.
It was even more mind boggling because Jubstacheit had actually consented to
allowing Primate Murder to take up residence in the forests surrounding the
Einzbern Castle so long as the beast stayed away from the villages, which she
was more than happy to do so long as she got to cuddle with Harry and Illya
from time to time. Kiritsugu still couldn't figure out what Illya did to win
the Wolf's affection.
"O-Okay M-mum!" Illya sobbed through her tears.
Kiritsugu kneeled down and ruffled Illya's hair, "Now Illya, you know we'll be
back, right?"
"Uh huh…" Illya mumbled out.
"I will personally make sure he keeps that promise," Altrouge spoke up from the
sidelines. To herself she mumbled out 'Even if I have to pry them away from the
grip of Alaya herself.'
"You heard your Aunt, so cheer up! We'll be back before you know it!" Kiritsugu
pulled Illya into a hug. He then stood up and turned to leave with Irisviel,
Saber and Maiya.
"DADDY!" Kiritsugu paused and turned to look at Illya. "You promised, you have
to keep it."
"Yes sweetheart, and I will," Kiritsugu smiled fondly at his daughter as he
turned to follow Irisviel into the terminal.
                          xXx Altrouge's Office xXx
                      xXx Friday, December 1st, 1989 xXx
                            xXx 2045 Local Time xXx
Altrouge opened the scroll that had been placed on her desk by one of the
Homunculi servants in the castle and scanned its contents. As soon as she
finished reading it she cursed "Oh fucking hell! Ortenrosse really doesn't know
when to leave well enough alone… but seriously… the Aylesbury Valesti? Damn
maniac is going to kill the planet if he pulls that one off, and the fact he is
inviting me to attend alongside of Solomon and Blackmore? Oh yes, that would be
fun!"
Taking out a quill she penned her 'no thank you' response and sent it off.
After that she penned another letter, this one anonymous, and sent it off to
the Burial Agency informing them of the date and location that Ortenrosse
intended to enact the ritual in question upon. Sucks to be him.
If all went to plan, then she might luck out and be able to free herself of
four nuisances in one fell swoop.
                           xXx Einzbern Castle xXx
                       xXx Sunday, April 1st, 1990 xXx
                            xXx 0800 Local Time xXx
Altrouge stormed into Jubstacheit's office sending Homunculi scattering every
which way in her blatant fury.
"Ah… Altrouge, to what do I… um… wow… what happened?" Jubstacheit inquired in
not a little bit of fear at the palpable killing intent radiating off of the
woman.
"You happened! Why do I only just find out that you have standing orders that
should Kiritsugu not retrieve the Grail, that he is to be forbidden access to
the Castle from that point forward and is to never lay eyes upon his daughter
again?" Altrouge screamed at the man causing him to quake slightly.
Jubstacheit tried a meek laugh as he replied "You found out about that, did
you?"
"Yes I found out about it. Kind of hard to miss the fact that every time he
shows up in the area Illya and Harry are ushered into the most heavily defended
section of the castle while most of the Homunculi go out to dissuade him from
entering the structure," Altrouge stated sternly.
"Good point," Jubstacheit admitted.
"As it happens I left the castle after the last time it happened and followed
him to a nearby village where he was drowning himself in liquor. I cornered him
and got him to tell me what happened. Did you know that the Grail has been
cursed?" Altrouge asked.
Jubstacheit winced. No, no he did not know about that, but honestly it wouldn't
surprise him given what happened during the Third War.
"I see you didn't know that. Well, as it turns out, Kiritsugu has only a few
years left to live as he has been infected by that curse and has an untreatable
terminal illness because of it. Illya also has a younger adoptive brother in
Japan that she has never met before. Do you really want to be the cause of her
wanting to kill her brother because she thinks her beloved father abandoned her
in favor of him?" Altrouge asked pointedly.
Jubstacheit sighed, she made a very valid point, however, "My dear, there is
just one small problem. I need her to be willing to kill in the Grail War. Yes,
the Grail may be tainted, but that doesn't change the fact that we need to
retrieve it if we are to correct the problem in any sort of permanent fashion.
And in order to do that, Illya and Harry both need to be capable of killing the
other Masters and Servants. I could not realistically order them to attack each
other… but they MUST deal with the others."
Altrouge sniffed disdainfully, "You are working off the assumption that her
brother will be one of the other Masters?"
"Odds are incredibly high in favor of that assumption," Jubstacheit stated.
Altrouge frowned, "Why?"
"For one thing, due to the fire from which Kiritsugu rescued the boy, Avalon
now rests inside of the boy," the old man explained.
Altrouge groaned, "Which means the kid automatically has a catalyst with which
to summon Artoria. That alone raises his odds of being chosen rather
dramatically."
"Then, and this is something neither the kid nor Kiritsugu are aware of, there
is the fact that the kid has the inborn potential to generate a Reality
Marble," Jubstacheit stated with some distaste.
Altrouge blinked a moment before saying "Could you repeat that please? I don't
think I heard you properly. I could have sworn you just said the kid can create
a Reality Marble. But I know for a fact that is impossible as no human has
achieved that in over five hundred years or so..."
"Well actually… there is another with the talent. Satsuki Yumizuka, a friend of
that kid your sister is currently gaga over," Jubstacheit explained.
"Oh well that figures..." Altrouge groaned.
"Probably doesn't help that hers is a bloody menace to anyone who uses Prana in
any sort of manner," Jubstacheit stated.
"Explain." Altrouge asked.
"Her Reality Marble is called Depletion Garden and it drains the prana from the
world around it." Jubstacheit stated through narrowed eyes.
"I suddenly do not envy my sister in the least bit." Altrouge said with a
knowing smirk. "Anyways, yeah, someone with that sort of talent would be an
obvious candidate as a Master."
"Yes well… your Grandfather and I have recently come to the conclusion that
Harry can summon servants outside of the confines of a Grail War and maintain
them without the assistance of the Grail should he, or you, desire to do such a
thing. Zelretch has even managed to procure a handful of catalysts that he
wants Harry to try using."
"Wait… Catalysts? As in more than one?" Altrouge asked.
"Yes, that was actually something that surprised the two of us. Harry could
theoretically summon the full set of seven Servants, and potentially maintain
that many or more. We are currently unsure of the exact number of Servants he
is truly capable of maintaining at any one time," Jubstacheit stated.
Altrouge frowned as she considered this information, "I think we had best start
him off with no more than two for the moment. Any more than that and it might
overwhelm him on an emotional level. Plus, I have been getting letters from
England insisting that I allow Harry to attend Hogwarts. If he has some
Servants to watch his back, I won't feel as worried by that prospect."
"Oh yes… Dumbledore has been sending me letters asking if I might allow Illya
to attend Hogwarts as well. On one hand, I don't really want to let her out of
my sight. On the other hand…"
"You know... she is likely to end up in Slytherin House," Altrouge stated with
a smirk.
"Yes… and that is what I am afraid of. It would be like releasing a basilisk
into a viper nest." Jubstacheit groaned in frustration.
Pureblood wizards were incredibly arrogant and self assured. The problem is
that even an untrained magus is several orders of magnitude more powerful than
the average witch or wizard of the same age. Harry and Illya were both in the
beginning stages of their magi training. Which means they are both many orders
of magnitude stronger than an untrained magus would be when compared to a witch
or wizard of their ages.
"Of course, summoning a Servant or two also means we can send them to the
school and not have to worry about who we will send to continue their education
as magi. Especially if we get the RIGHT type of Servant in the process,"
Altrouge stated.
"A Caster then?" Jubstacheit inquired.
"A Caster would be ideal, yes," Altrouge agreed.
"Well we may just have the perfect catalyst for that. But with this particular
caster we have a fifty-fifty chance that it could end up completely biting us
in the arse," Jubstacheit stated.
"Do I want to know who you have in mind?" Altrouge inquired.
"Probably not, no."
                              xXx Chapter End xXx
***** Arc 00: Prologue / Ch. 03: Summoning *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
     the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
     plot are the property of the authors. The authors are in no way
     associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
     franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
     Author's Note #1: It is in this chapter that things will really begin
     to diverge from the original story, as it was in this chapter that I
     made the largest blunder in the original story which I now find
     myself needing to correct. What may you ask was that blunder? Well
     read and find out :D
                       xXx Einzbern Castle, Germany xXx
                     xXx Wednesday, October 31st, 1990 xXx
                            xXx 2400 Local Time xXx
Harry stood in the middle of a large runic array holding a bizarre looking
ritual dagger aloft. He glanced momentarily back at his mother, who smiled
encouragingly at him, before beginning the incantation. He still wasn't sure
why his Grandpa Zel had given him this particular incantation when it was
clearly a slightly modified version of the one that was utilized by the Tohsaka
family when summoning their servants; still he wasn't exactly about to protest
the fact.
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the
cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg…"
As he began the chant, a soft wind kicked up in the small room emanating from
nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close,
coming from the crown, the three forked road that leads to the kingdom
circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill)."
By this point the wind had become much stronger and was causing the hair of
Illya and Altrouge to be blown all over the place as they stood in the corner
watching.
"Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
- I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate (doom) is in your sword."
Upon stating that portion of the ritual, the runic array began glowing a fierce
red color as the magic in the array began reaching a crescendo.
"In accordance with my Will, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then
answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the
dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of
deterrence, O keeper of balance -!"
At this point it was as if someone had opened a crate full of dry ice and
dropped a bucket of boiling water on top of it inside of the room, as there was
a massive amount of fog that billowed out from the middle of the runic array.
From inside of the fog, two lyrical sounding female voices simultaneously spoke
out…
"Servant Caster answers…" the first voice stated.
"Servant Rider answers…" the second voice called out.
"I ask of you, are you my Master?" the two voices said simultaneously.
Altrouge groaned, "I thought we all agreed on only one Servant at this point in
time?"
The smoke cleared to reveal that the first young woman was wearing a long white
dress that clung to her figure as if it were a second skin. In her outstretched
hand she was holding a rather ornate looking staff. She had long purple hair
and lavender eyes, and upon her head was a rather delicate looking tiara.
The other young girl, was wearing a white fleece shawl over what appeared to be
rather ornate white armor. She also had white knee high armored boots. She had
long silky pink hair, brown eyes, and upon her head was another tiara.
The two servants were now engaged in appraising each other. Finally, after
several moments, the one with pink hair spoke up, "So, how is it that I was
summoned by a single master, alongside of the Witch of Betrayal?"
"Er… um excuse me… but… I am the more innocent aspect of the Heroic Spirit
commonly referred to as 'The Witch of Betrayal,' so you don't need to fear
betrayals from me," the purple haired girl spoke up in a hesitant tone of
voice.
"Oh, well that is good then," the pinkette said laughingly. She then rounded on
Harry and sashayed her way up to him, "Sooo, tell me, Master, what can your
sexy little Riderdo for you?"
Altrouge and Caster both groaned at that sexual innuendo. There was a palpable
eroticism in the tone of voice Rider had used, too.
"For the love of… He's only ten years old. Can you at least wait another two
years before trying to jump him?" Altrouge groaned out.
Zelretch from where he was standing, couldn't help but laugh, asking "You
wouldn't happen to be Queen Medb, now would you?"
"Aww… I'm touched, I have a fan…" the now identified Queen Medb said in a husky
tone of voice as she eyed Zelretch. She then wrinkled her nose, "No offense,
but you are much too geriatric for my tastes."
"Wait! Queen Medb? From the Ulster Cycle? Really? I so enjoyed reading that! It
was one of my favorite stories!" Harry stated excitedly as he suddenly glomped
onto his new Rider Servant in joy.
This surprised Medb who looked down at the young man who was only a few
centimeters shorter than her in height, as she stood at 154 centimeters to his
150 centimeters. "Aww, you're cute!" she cooed.
"Well, on the plus side, these two Servants are small enough, and…
underdeveloped enough, that with the robes that Hogwarts Students are expected
to wear, and baggier civilian clothes, it would be relatively easy to pass them
both off as eleven year olds," Altrouge stated after a few moments
contemplation. "Still, we should probably register them with Gringotts and the
Ministry as Harry's familiars. That will alleviate some of the headaches that
are sure to arise from the situation."
"You can file the papers with Gringotts, and they will in turn file them with
the Ministry," Zelretch stated.
"Yes, thank you," Altrouge said.
"Hogwarts? Gringotts? Ministry?" inquired the purple haired woman, who everyone
now realized was a younger incarnation of Medea of Colchis.
Medb sighed saying, "Hogwarts was a school in what is today known as Scotland
founded by some of my contemporaries. Though it was actually founded about five
centuries prior to when my info download is saying the modern day Wizards
believe it to be founded."
"And how come you got an info download to inform you about the School and I
didn't?" Medea questioned.
"Probably because I was already aware of the existence of the school?" Medb
questioned haughtily.
Harry pulled back from his glomp on Queen Medb, so that he could better
appraise his two new Servants. As he did so, he noticed something peculiar
about his new Caster, "Um… not to be rude, Miss… but are you an Elf or
something?"
At this the eyes of everyone in the room began to roam Medea, and they all
noticed rather quickly what Harry was referring to. Altrouge groaned as she
palmed her face before saying, "Those ears are going to clash rather horribly
with Pureblood Wizarding society…"
Medea blushed as she muttered the words "Kánte ta aftiá mou kanonikí" under her
breath in what sounded like Greek. As soon as she finished speaking those words
though, her ears seemingly reformed themselves into picture perfect human ears.
"I assume you just cast some sort of illusion over your ears?" Zelretch asked
curiously.
Medea nodded her head in confirmation of this fact.
"Well… fortunately we won't really need to do anything about either of your
hair colors. There is a student currently at Hogwarts who is usually seen with
even odder hair colors than what the two of you currently have. I think last
week she was sporting spearmint," Zelretch stated humorously.
"Metamorphmagus?" Medea questioned.
"Indeed," Zelretch responded.
"So when are we going shopping for their civilian clothes?" Illya asked
innocently.
This caused both Harry and Zelretch to develop sweatdrops. Zelretch waved to
everyone as he said, "Excuse me, but I fear I left a bunsen burner on back at
my workshop. I had best go and make sure I turn it off. Ciao…" and with that
the old man disappeared in a multi-faceted light.
                         xXx Diagon Alley, England xXx
                       xXx Sunday, August 18th, 1991 xXx
                            xXx 0900 Local Time xXx
"The hell?" Medea and Medb both uttered upon stepping foot into Diagon Alley.
For Medea it was because she couldn't quite comprehend what she was seeing
here. For Medb on the other hand, it was because she was utterly disgusted by
what she was seeing.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked with a tone of concern edging his voice.
"I feel like I just got hit by the déjà vu beatstick," Medb complained as she
looked back and forth at all the shops in something of a dazed horror.
"I feel much the same," Medea muttered, as she looked around at the shops.
Altrouge smirked, "Yes… well… suffice it to say, but the Wizarding World never
really progressed beyond the early to mid 1800's, unlike their Magi
Counterparts who managed to progress to the early 1900's, in terms of socio-
technological evolution."
"Do they still use wands?" Medb asked.
Medea looked at Medb in absolute horror at this question, "Wands? Please tell
me you're kidding?"
"Not in the slightest bit. Back when I am from the magicals pretty much all
used wands. Only people skilled in runes didn't really bother with such flimsy
foci," Medb explained.
"Yes, well I am sad to say, that they do indeed still use wands," Altrouge
admitted. "I happen to have a wand myself, but usually prefer my Magecraft to
Spellcraft."
As she was saying that, Altrouge had pointed in the direction of a very
specific shop in the alley. This caught the attention of the two servants, and
Medea narrowed her eyes, "Oh wow… just how is that family still in business?"
Altrouge smirked, "You'll love this ladies; follow me everyone!" She then led
them over to Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Upon entering the shop, everyone was treated to the sight of an elderly man
suffering what looked to be a minor case of cardiac arrest upon laying eyes on
Medea.
"No way… how are you still alive?" Medea questioned the old man.
Having recovered somewhat, the old man stuttered out, "Princess Medea, I had
hoped to never lay eyes upon you again…"
Medea frowned at the old man momentarily before saying, "I am the Medea from
before Jason cajoled me. Although I do remember those days, I am unable to feel
or act upon the emotions that such memories would ordinarily engender in a
person. Though I will note that you did not answer my question… how are you
alive?"
Ollivander sniffed before replying, "I happen to be one of the last two
remaining True Ancestors. Only Arcueid Brunestud and myself remain."
Altrouge smirked before replying, "And if you know what is good for you, you
will stay behind these wards I created for you. The others are still hunting
for you."
The man sighed in defeat, yes, the bloody hunt for the True Ancestors. Arcueid
could get away with being out in the open by virtue of the fact that she is
also Archetype-Earth and pretty damn near invincible, but other True Ancestors
aren't nearly so lucky. There are only a handful of places in existence where
he could go which would hide his presence from the other Dead Apostle
Ancestors. Hogwarts, this shop, and some of the more heavily warded Pureblood
homes. Other than that, not much else.
"Did you really come here just to mock me?"
"No, we came for wands." Harry said.
Medea sniffed saying "You can have the wands if you want. I don't particularly
need them."
Illya and Medb shared a look before Illya reached over and bopped her on the
head, much to Altrouge and Harry's amusement.
"Wands are essential to your disguise Dea," Illya chirruped happily.
"OUCH! Okay… geez you are mean…" Medea complained as she rubbed her injured
head.
In response Illya simply stuck her tongue out rather immaturely at the Heroic
Spirit.
"Oh, real mature," Medea said as she rolled her eyes at the young girl.
And so the process of choosing wands, or in Medea's case a wand blank as she
really didn't need a finished wand, began in earnest.
Medb ended up with a wand crafted from Yew wood with a dragon heartstring for
its core. Illyasviel's wand was made of Red Oak with a core made from a braid
of her own hairs. Harry's wand however, ended up being especially peculiar.
"Curious," Ollivander stated. He was about to continue that statement when he
was cut off.
Altrouge rolled her eyes saying "I am half expecting you to start some long
winded spiel about that wand being the brother wand of the one used by
Voldemort. And while that is indeed a curious bit of trivia, it is also largely
a pointless bit of trivia as well."
Ollivander blinked and looked up at her in confusion before asking "Whatever do
you mean that it is pointless?"
"I snapped Voldemort's wand on the night I retrieved Harry from the home of his
biological parents," Altrouge stated.
"You do realize that now Harry won't have the protection granted by sibling
cores?" Ollivander inquired.
Altrouge shrugged, "Harry please pump Prana into your command seals for just a
moment, don't speak however."
Harry sighed and did as asked. He practically lit up the room as he glowed from
the light emanating from the tribal designs covering a large percentage of his
body. The light was so bright that it was clearly distinguishable despite the
clothes over the vast majority of the designs.
"My word…" Ollivander muttered in disbelief, "Just how many does he have?"
"Our best guess is somewhere around 60. We still haven't been able to isolate
all of them as they are completely invisible unless he is actively pumping
Prana into them," Altrouge explained.
"And these girls," Ollivander said while indicating Medb and Medea, "They are
his servants, are they not?"
"Medea you know, but also Queen Medb of Connacht," Harry introduced.
"Fascinating, truly fascinating. I look forward to great things, from all four
of you," Ollivander said in a cheerful tone of voice.
And with that Harry and his family left the shop to continue their shopping
trip.
An hour or two later found the group in Madame Malkins. Medea and Illya had
gone and sequestered themselves on one side of a privacy divider. Meanwhile,
Medb was doing her absolute best to try and embarrass Harry as she decided to
get fitted for her robes on the boys side of the divider.
That said, when a skinny young blonde boy walked in, Medb quickly decided that
she would let her Master do all the talking so that she could determine just
how much she had to teach her young Master on courtly procedure. Medea would
have done it, but she was a little bit more out of date than Medb was. Plus,
Medb's mental download included an update on Pureblood Politics.
Without even waiting to be introduced, the blonde pompously drawled out, "So…
which house do you suppose you'll be in?"
Harry frowned before replying "I suppose that depends on the hat..."
"Hat?" The blonde inquired in a confused tone of voice.
"Oh, I guess that means your parents failed to inform you of how the sorting is
performed. I suppose I probably shouldn't divulge that info since they
obviously wanted it to be a surprise." Harry drawled out.
The blonde's smug expression faltered "Tell me."
Harry smirked, "What are you offering me in exchange for such information?"
Medb smirked upon hearing her Master ask that particular question. She took a
quick glance at the blonde and almost burst out laughing at the expression on
his face.
The blonde hesitantly asked, "What is it you want?"
"Oh no, that isn't how this works. You make an offer, and if I decide the offer
is good enough and agree to it, I tell you the information. Then you make good
on the offer. Simple as that," Harry stated haughtily.
"How about the friendship of House Malfoy?" the blonde asked hesitantly.
"Um… no thanks," Harry said in an offhand manner.
"What! Why?"
"Because your dad tried to kill my mum," Harry responded.
"Huh?" the blonde asked in confusion.
"Ask your dad about the Wizengamot session for November 3rd, 1981," Harry
responded.
The blonde's eyes suddenly grew as round as saucers. This prompted Harry to
laugh saying, "Oh, it seems you already heard about that particular session,
then? She's in this shop with us, you know."
Harry's smile grew even wider, "Allow me to properly introduce myself, I am
Harry Potter, but I am generally referred to by those outside my family as 'The
Eclipse Prince of Black Blood,' it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance; and
you are?"
The blonde visibly gulped before saying, "I um… I think I will come back for my
robes later…" as soon as he said that he gathered his things and fled at high
speeds.
                         xXx King's Cross Station xXx
                      xXx Sunday, September 1st, 1991 xXx
                            xXx 1030 Local Time xXx
"Okay, explain to me again why we came to the Mundane side of the Train Station
this morning?" Illya inquired tiredly.
"Gramps said something would happen that we just had to see for ourselves,"
Altrouge stated.
That was when they heard it, "Packed with Muggles of course! Come on, this way
to the Platform."
Almost as if they were all a singular entity, everyone in Harry's group turned
and stared incredulously at the dumpy woman who had the brass to defy
international law in such a public location as this.
"It is such a shame I couldn't bring Prim with us today. People like that just
don't deserve their lives," Altrouge opined.
All of her kids giggled as they had all met Prim and the Wolf liked all of
them. Of course, none of them with the possible exception of Harry truly
qualified as human, so they weren't really at risk from the Wolf. And Harry was
protected by virtue of the prophecy hanging over him. This was largely because
Gaia and Alaya were squabbling like old maids on whether to allow Primate
Murder to kill Harry or not, which resulted in the Wolf pointedly ignoring both
of them in favor of Altrouge.
That was actually largely why humanity still exists, Gaia and Alaya couldn't
agree on whether to kill it or leave it be, which resulted in the Wolf ignoring
them both in favor of some other powerful individual. The powerful individual
currently just happened to be Altrouge.
Altrouge intercepted the woman and her brood as the Potter group followed her,
"Hi! Just curious, but are you insane?"
The woman blinked at Altrouge, before declaring in a rather loud voice "Now
look here young lady, I will not be spoken to like that by someone who hasn't
even finished her Hogwarts Education."
"I think that confirms that you are indeed insane, my, my, look at the crowd
that is gathering to stare at us," Harry mocked.
"The fact that she assumes Auntie is a student just because of what she looks
like also proves she isn't very smart either. I mean if she were, she would
have noticed the eyes right off the bat before insulting your Mum like that,"
Illya said with a smirk.
It was the little girl who tugged on her mum's arm getting her mother's
attention, "Mum; dad showed me a picture of her… that is Altrouge Brunestud…
which means…" the girl's eyes focused on Harry.
Harry smiled at her as she clearly figured out the relationship.
"FIEND! MONSTER!" The woman shrieked at Altrouge as she hastily tried to draw
her wand and aim it at Altrouge.
"Okay… she just went from insane to completely retarded… no offense to anyone
who is legitimately disabled in such a manner," Harry groaned.
Suddenly Caster, and Rider appeared at the woman's side and each grabbed one of
her arms proceeding to pin the woman to the ground. Caster also surreptitiously
sent a wandless and silent stunner into the woman, knocking her unconscious for
the next six minutes.
"Auntie, the Aurors…" Illya stated as she pointed at a group of five
individuals making their way towards them.
Altrouge sighed before saying "Give her to me. Harry, I want you to take your
'siblings' and cousin along with this woman's children through the portal to
the platform. I have a feeling it might be a while before I am able to escape
the presence of the Auror's… not that it would be at all difficult to do so,
but I find it is generally easier not to destroy a nation's law enforcement
agency if at all possible."
"Okay Mum," Harry responded as he started gathering the other students to him
so that he could lead them through to the platform.
"Um… Ma'am… I'm not supposed to be going to Hogwarts this year," the young girl
said, though she was clearly upset about not being able to go.
Altrouge sighed before saying "Then you had best come with us. I am sure the
Aurors can get in touch with your father."
And with that the two groups went their separate ways.
                          xXx Harry's Compartment xXx
                      xXx Sunday, September 1st, 1991 xXx
                            xXx 1105 Local Time xXx
Harry and the girls had just settled in to enjoy a nice relaxing train ride
when their compartment door slid open to reveal one of the redheads from
earlier, "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full…"
Harry frowned looking at the decidedly cramped compartment before looking
straight at the purple haired girl. She nodded and closed her eyes while
muttering the words "Deíte to aórato,"She then looked up at the redhead and
declared, "The compartment three doors down in the direction of the front of
the carriage on the left hand side has no current occupants. There isn't even
any luggage in it."
The redhead just stared stupidly at her clearly not having heard or
comprehended what she had just said.
"Wow… that is just sad." Illya declared, clearly unnerved at just how easily
Medea had managed to effectively lobotomize the redhead. It wasn't just Medea
that had the redhead drooling though, he was also staring at Medb as well.
Medea and Medb turning their attention away from Ron seemed to rouse him from
his lobotomy and he mumbled an apology before leaving the compartment.
Suddenly the compartment door slammed open and a brunette with a bossy sounding
voice asked "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."
Harry grinned before holding out a hand.
"Oh come on, that is hardly fair, you asked Zel for spoilers," Medea
complained.
"A bet is a bet, now pay up ladies," Harry said smugly,
Grumbling the girls in the compartment begrudgingly handed over five Galleons
each. Meanwhile the incredibly confused Brunette asked "Um… excuse me?"
"Right, sorry about that, no, we haven't seen the toad. You might ask one of
the Prefects for assistance though. Barring that, I am sure one of the
Household Brownies will find him and return him to his master," Harry explained
to the bushy haired brunette.
"Household Brownies?" the brunette asked in confusion.
"Most Wizards mistakenly call them House Elves and treat them like indentured
servants. But they are really fae who exist solely to take care of magical
homes, ideally without the owners of the homes being aware of their existence.
Clearly they failed in that goal," Medea explained.
"Wait… so Wizard's own slaves?" the brunette asked incredulously while glaring
at Medea.
"Did I say that?" Medea asked the other's in the compartment who all shook
their heads in the negative.
"You said Wizards treat them as indentured servants, which is little better
than slavery. It was in point of fact indentured servitude that led to the
enslavement of both the African Colonists as well as the Indigenous People in
the Colonies," the brunette countered in an authoritative tone of voice.
All of the occupants of the compartment blinked at that argument before Harry
chuckled and said "She's got you there Dea"
Medea had to blush at being caught out like that.
"Even still, they aren't technically enslaved. They can stop doing their jobs
at anytime they want and nothing that Wizardkind says to the contrary will make
any difference," Illya explained. "They just like what they do for the most
part."
"The only drawback to their existence is that they cannot speak ill or blab the
secrets of the family whose home they are in charge of taking care of. It's a
security measure put in place by the combined efforts of Gaia and Alaya. One of
the few times the bints got along on any subject." Medb explained.
The brunette frowned saying "Gaia? As in the Greek Titan of the Earth? But… who
is Alaya?"
Harry smiled saying "Ah, you must be a First Generation Magical?"
The brunette blinked before parsing what he just said "Yes, I suppose that
would be an accurate statement. The Professor who came to my house to explain
everything to me described me as being a Muggleborn though."
Medea clicked her tongue before saying "Are they really still using that
terminology after all these centuries? I would have assumed they would have
thought something better up by now."
"Wizards… they lack any imagination at all," Medb muttered.
"Not to mention that they are completely and irrevocably inbred to the point
that genetic abnormalities are exceedingly commonplace," Illya commented.
"If it weren't for the fact that I know for a fact that Merlin, Arthur,
Morgana, and Mordred WERE NOT Wizards despite what the actual Wizards want you
to believe, I would write the entirety of British History off as a farce,"
Harry said disdainfully.
"Wait… what do you mean that Merlin wasn't a Wizard?" the Brunette inquired
with her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Ah… forgive me, I think we have failed to properly introduce ourselves to each
other. My name is Harry Potter. My friend with the white hair is named
Illyasviel von Einzbern. The girl with the long pink hair is named Medb. And
the young lady with the purplish-blue ponytail is Medea," Harry introduced the
girls and himself.
The brunette opened her mouth to respond before immediately closing it as her
eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the floor.
"Harry, I think you broke her," Medb said while chuckling.
                              xXx Chapter End xXx
Translation Note:
"Kánte ta aftiá mou kanonikí" is Greek for "Make my ears normal"
"Deíte to aórato" is Greek for "See the invisible"
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