Prologue - Harry Potter-Emiya

Fire, devastation, bodies, in all directions this is what a young raven haired, green eyed boy woke to after a massive explosion. The young boy had been currently living in an alley not far from ground zero after his relatives abandon him in Fuyuki City barely a month ago. He knew something was going to happen when he was all but forced to tag along. After all what better way to get rid of something unwanted than to dump it in someone else's back yard forcing them to clean it up. This is what Harry James Potter had suffered the moment he was brought over to Japan. He should have seen the warning signs, the false cheerful voice, the smile, he had been burned once before after showing his report card in public, friendly until they got into a private area then he got hammered with fists, kicked to the gut, thrown into the wall, then the underlining warning to never show up his dimwitted cousin again.

However regardless of the fact he was starving more, he felt that his life had been looking up. He hadn't been beaten in the month he had been here, a few concerned adults tried get him sent to someone called the Social Worker, but he ran before they could. Now however maybe in hindsight it was a poor decision, maybe if he had been with this Social Worker he might not had been caught up in the explosion, he wouldn't have been burned, he wouldn't have heard all the cries or screams of agony. The same kind of scream he often heard in his dreams along with the flash of green light. "It's official I made someone mad in a previous life or something," he muttered grimacing rubbing his forehead again. Whatever the black liquid he inadvertently took a swim in earlier had done a number on him; sure it sheltered him from most of the fire. But the inhuman scream and black smoke that shot out of his forehead afterward not to mention the pain. By all that was holy the pain had been unbearable, it was only a blind miracle that he was able to get piece of debris and let the liquid pass by.

XXX

He reached the edge of the ruined street before finally collapsing in heap, a few minutes later he felt someone pick him up and shift around so he could look up at the sky. He opened his eyes finding himself staring a rather ragged looking Japanese man. "You look worse than I feel, mister," he muttered the man snorted tears streaming from his eyes. "Do you got smoke in your eyes, mister?"

The man shook his head, "I was just glad I found someone alive."

Harry did a mental shrug, it was as good as any reason he guessed. "I-I think I'm ready to meet the Social Worker now."

With a faint smile the man gently picked Harry up, "Hospital first kid, most of these burns you have look nasty."

Harry blinked looking down at the burns, "I've had worse before they're usually gone after I sleep."

The man raised an eyebrow at the casualness of admitting someone burned him before or the fact they healed overnight. "Like magic huh?"

"Yeah, but every time I said that or done something weird I got beat with a belt and locked in my cupboard for a month," Harry grimaced noting the man's eyes seemed to narrow at that. "I'll shut up now."

The man's eyes soften again, "Whoever did those things to you deserve to be put in prison," he paused with a sigh. "I should introduce myself, Kiritsugu Emiya freelance mercenary."

"Harry James Potter, freelance freak I guess," Harry tilted his head noting the man's eyes widen a second before going to his forehead. "What?"

Kiritsugu face turned grim, "Your parents wouldn't happen to be James and Lily Potter?"

"D-Did you know them?" Harry asked.

"Your father yes, met him a few times on some jobs, when I was hired to deal with some unsavory people in Great Britain," the Magus killer explained. "Your awfully far from England."

"Uncle dumped me here a month ago when he came here for some business meeting," the boy frowned staring up at the sky.

"If you want after you get healed up," Kiritsugu paused. "And after I visit Germany your welcome to stay with me. I have a nice place here in Fuyuki you can stay until I get back and I have some contacts here that can keep an eye on you until then."

Harry debated about it not sure if he could trust this man, however he had known Harry's dad. At best he gets a place to stay probably with more food than he had presently, a place to sleep that he wouldn't shiver. With a mental shrug, "that would be nice, um, why are you going to Germany?"

"Hopefully to get my daughter back," the man gave a pained expression. "But somehow I don't think I'll be able to see her again."

Now that wasn't something Harry had been expecting, He has a daughter; the raven haired boy looked at Kiritsugu, "If you care about her you need to get her, no matter what."

The Magus killer looked down at the boy seeing conviction in those green eyes and had to smile a bit. "Your right."

XXX (Ten Years Later...)

Harry grimaced as he face planted exiting a port key, he always hated international port keys well he hated magical travel period. But international port keys were port keys that simply lasted longer and took you farther. He slowly climbed to his feet brushing off the dirt looking around the empty Emiya compound. He had lived here by himself after Kiritsugu had passed away, the results of the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War. The former Magus Killer had no knowledge of it until it was too late, but he went having only one lingering regret, having never been able to retrieve his daughter from the Von Eisenbern's. As for Kiritsugu's contacts here in Fuyuki City it was basically the local Yakuza head led by the Fujimura Clan. For a clan of gangsters they were a surprisingly friendly bunch, the head's granddaughter had taken over as his personal caretaker though sometimes he wondered if it wasn't the other way round. Still it had been his last year in wizardcraft society as far he cared. He growled slightly thinking about it, while four of those seven years was him being in constant danger, Philosopher's Stones, Basilisks, floating misery demons, a dangerous trap disguised as a tournament, Having the Clock Tower's Arceuid Brunestud as a friend doesn't hurt when dealing with said trap. Harry smirked evilly thinking as he and Voldemort squared off that night.

XXX (Flashback…)

Harry tucked his wand into his robes glaring across at Voldemort, "What is this the great Harry Potter gives up?"

"Hardly you damned Snake Wanker," Harry snorted rolling his eyes, "Just can't really go to town using a wand," he extended his hands, "Trace on!" a second later both of Harry's arms began to glow in a square web like pattern when the pattern reached his finger tips two curved short swords one looked to be bathed in crimson while the second appeared to glow a bright silver appeared in his hands which he brought in a cross formation. The hilt of the silver sword had an engraved a Majestic Stag, while the crimson one had the engraving of a Beautiful Doe. "Meet James and Lily," before the Death Eaters or Voldemort could react a figure dropped into the loose circle. "You're a bit late Arc."

"Apologies dear sweet Harry, had to secure the rat and place the bounded field to prevent them from escaping after all," stated a blonde haired woman with red eyes.

"By Merlin, t-that's Arceuid Brunestud," one of the masked Death Eaters announced in awe and fear taking a step back. "Potter knows Magecraft," he muttered again.

"So how do we go about this, Harry dear?" Arceuid asked casually a scythe appearing in her hands.

"Simple wreck them enough for the Auror's but not enough for them to crawl away, the half-blood hypocrite is mine," Harry flipped his swords into a reverse.

Arceuid's fanged grin became almost feral, "It's a shame you're so young, Harry you would make for a unique consort."

Without another word Harry darted forward using the enhanced speed he got from nearly four years of training under Kiritsugu, Voldemort barely had a chance to fire off a single Avada Kedavera which Harry dodge before the boy-who-lived was inside his defenses slashing, stabbing and cutting into the Dark Lord. When it was over Voldemort was on the ground bleeding, his hands and legs cut off, looking up from his place on the ground he saw Harry standing over him. "Go ahead destroy this body, I'll simply get a new one."

Harry cocked an eyebrow, "what makes you think I'm going to kill you, I already know about your little Horcrux secret. I'm working with the Clock Tower and Vatican City in trying to find them, best way is if your alive but disabled to do that. Hence I cut off your limbs, your death munchers will be dragged off to prison by the ICW Aurors, and you'll become a permanent resident of the Clock Tower's version of the Unspeakables. No one and I do mean no one outside of the three of us will know what happened tonight. As far as the rest of the world will know the Goblet of Fire's port key malfunctioned briefly delaying Cedric and I from returning."

The dark lord cursed, "I will not allow it."

"No limbs and no allies Riddle, you were bested and now your little Homunculus body is going to be poked, prodded, dissected, and studied," Harry glared down letting his short swords go Voldemort watched them vanish into light then disintegrate. "I asked for that specifically, I had a theory that panned out when you created that Homunculus body, actually hoping for it really," crouching down to look into the self-proclaimed dark lords eyes. "I want that secret so I can create a Homunculus body that can last a natural lifetime. A little gift for my step-sister," he stated as several pops sounded a few seconds later six men and two women appeared dressed in International Auror robes. The lead auror walked up and looked down only looking mildly surprised.

"Can't believe the prophecy was right," the man muttered before looking over the unconscious Death Eaters. "Right, you lot port key these gits out a nice place in Nuremguard await them," he glanced at Harry. "Where's the traitor you mentioned, I'll get him to Bones come morning that should give your godfather the clean slate you've been wanting."

Harry nods his head to the lump not far from the Riddle gravesite, one of the other Auror's walked over and dropped a port key unto him. "Have the Clock Tower get to work immediately, the sooner we get the body studied the closer we can get to saving a lot of the Homunculus the Von Eisenbern's create."

"Understood Lord Potter," the man flashed a smile. "Let's get this place cleaned up."

XXX (End Flashback…)

Harry later reappeared as the Goblet of Fire portkey had intended with an unconscious Cedric in tow. No one was the wiser, when they asked why it took so long Harry simply showed confusion wondering what they were talking about. In the end Harry and Cedric were pronounced as the winners of the Tournament, however in a unique ploy Harry also announced his new status to the world. Stating thanks to the tournament he was now declared to be of age. When Dumbledore and many of the adults protested…

XXX (Flashback…)

"You're the ones who insisted I compete in this tournament which is for of age students specifically as such I have the Ministry and the schools backing to be emancipated at the end of this," Harry gave a marginal shrug. "Not my fault you can't read your own fine print, while I won't leave the school until I've earned both my OWL's and my NEWT's I'm going to be taking control of my life outside of Hogwarts. I'm going to return Fuyuki City and continue having a proper mundane education."

"Harry my boy, I'm afraid I cannot allow that it is unsafe, you must return to your Aunt and Uncle," Dumbledore stated.

"Under no circumstances will I ever return to that bitch and her fat bastard of a husband," Harry scowled at Dumbledore. "For your information I haven't had to go that hell hole in seven years, I lived with a man I called my dad for three years, and had members of the Fujimura clan look after me when he passed away."

The elderly wizard frowned, "I see."

"I've already been to the Goblins and showed them everything of merit during the Yule holiday, they in turned helped me file for emancipation before the end of the previous year. I've officially became head of House Potter the moment my fingers touched the Goblet at the end of tonight's event," Harry showed his head of house ring to everyone gathered. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm exhausted."

XXX (End Flashback…)

After that event things pretty much became mundane, Harry took summer courses at Fuyuki High School and went on to finish his wizardcraft education while he and Sirius secretly went Horcrux hunting. They upped the ante after Sirius's name was cleared the duo finishing the hunt midway into Harry's sixth year it was during this time Sirius started to get serious with a member of the McRemitz family from the Clock Tower. He never met the woman only that Sirius had become been smitten with her, and the two became engaged the year Harry started his final year of Hogwarts. It was around this time Dumbledore had an accident with a certain ring, Harry and Sirius had removed the Horcrux from the ring but kept everything else including the wasting curse.

On his death bed Harry revealed he already knew of about Voldemort's horcruxes and they had already been dealt with.

XXX (Flashback…)

"What about your scar Harry?" Dumbledore grimaced.

"You can thank Angra Mainyu for that, the embodiment of All the World's Evil did something extremely good nine years ago. At the end of the 4th Holy Grail war, there was a fire in Fuyuki City, thanks to that fat bastard Dursley I was there at ground zero when the war ended and the Holy Grail spilled into the streets causing the fire. I inadvertently went swimming in the waters, I'm guessing the Soul Piece of Voldemort wished to be free of me and got it's wish, it was destroyed," Harry explained having done the research thanks to Zelretch dropping that tidbit a few years ago.

The elderly man sighed heavily, "I see, what will you do now?"

"Finish Hogwarts, then go back to Fuyuki City and finish High School, after that probably take up Waver's offer to become his apprentice. No telling really needless to say I have enough clout both as a Wizard and Magus to be comfortable. Just want to live the rest of my life the way I want it," Harry explained stepping back. "No more bastard Dursley, no more Death Eaters, no more Voldemort, I would say no more life or death struggles but just saying that screams I'll be put in one," he paused looking at the back of his right hand. "If I'm not already."

"What?" Dumbledore asked wincing at the wasting curse moving slightly he could feel it inch ever so closer to his heart.

"Commands seals are appearing on my hand," he showed the elderly man it was to faded to get a clear picture of what it was. "This could signify something far worse than a terrorist with daddy issues."

"It would seem so," the elderly man closed his eyes.

XXX (End Flashback...)

Barely a day later Dumbledore passed on in his sleep, Harry went on to finish his schooling at Hogwarts a year after that and returned home. Entering said home closing his eyes and taking a deep breath sorting out his thoughts. If there was indeed going to be a Holy Grail war well before it was suppose to be he needed to prepare. He had an inkling that his step-sister would be involved hearing from Zelretch that Berserker had already been summoned. The McRemitz clan had sent their representative to Fuyuki City and it was indicated that she summoned Lancer. Looking at the command seals which gained prominence after he left Hogwarts. They were in the shape ironically enough of the Deathly Hollows, the triangle, the circle, and the line. It showed he had indeed been marked by death. "Bugger my arse," the Man-who-won muttered he walked over and slumped on to his bed wincing at the impact. Said bed was a simple futon with a comforter. "I wonder how long before I'm forced to summon my own servant and I wonder who it'll be."