Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fate/Zero or anything in the Nasuverse, any resemblance to any other Harry Potter/Fate Zero fan fiction is coincidental and plagiarism is not intended. No flames please, constructive criticism only.

AN: OK so I if anyone is wondering why this story is back you can thank Syafiq and whoever told him/her that I wrote this. Just a warning I'm gonna keep working on the stories I am writing now so don't expect any updates on this for a long time. As for why I deleted it well I couldn't bear to just watch this thing rot and gather cyber dust because my muse for it had abandoned me, but here it is if you want it I suppose.

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Seven year old Harry Potter was sitting in an alley in the cold Japanese winter rain in a strange city called Fuyuki. The Dursleys had simply abandoned him here and had left. His Uncle had come here for business and after the deal had gone wrong he was driving back to the hotel they were staying at.

As they sped through the streets his Uncle glared at him through the mirror before ordering Dudley to open Harry's door while the car was still driving. Dudley complied and his Uncle slowed down, then on his Aunts order Dudley undid Harry's seatbelt and shoved him out of the moving car.

This resulted in Harry skidding along the wet road after he had flown out of the car and in turned caused his arm to become sprained, his relatives laughing as they drove away.

That was how Harry found himself all alone after he had limped into the alleyway. A shadow fell over him as he leant again the wall that his back against. Harry looked and saw three men in jackets standing over him. They looked very scary and also not very happy to see him.

"Look what we have here boys some foreign brat" the middle one said to his friends who chuckled

"Let's show the foreign brat he's not welcome on our turf" the one right one said

Harry didn't understand what they were saying but they sounded pretty threatening. The left one suddenly kicked Harry in the gut causing him to smash into the wall behind him triggering an explosion of pain in his back.

"Stupid kid, I hate foreigners especially brats" the middle said kicking Harry in the side.

The three men continued kicking and beating Harry as he lay just taking the attacks. It wasn't really any different than when his aunt hit him, but that didn't make the pain hurt any less.

Harry could feel a coppery taste gathering in his mouth.

'Blood' he thought to himself 'Is this it? Why do I have to die like this? Why do I have to die far away from home and all alone?'

Suddenly there was a pause, the men had stopped kicking him. Harry strained to open his eyes, he saw someone standing at the end of the alley.

It was an older girl, about eighteen years old. She had bourbon coloured brown hair that was cut just above her shoulders, her bangs parted to each side of her face which had brown eyes. On her back she had a single long set of strands of hair tied into a small pony tail, and with are the same colour as her hair, she also had a large chest under her black clothing.

"Who the hell are you?" The middle one asked "Wearing that mask-less Shinobi shozoku do you think you're a ninja little girl?"

"If there's one thing I hate its people that pick on others" she said calmly approaching the three while cracking her knuckles "So why don't you get lost before I hurt you?"

"AHAHAHA" the middle one cackled "Lets teach this bitch some manners then we can get back to brat"

"Alright bitch time to die" The right one said as the three charged her.

The middle one reached her first and threw a clumsy punch at the girl. Harry wanted to warn her but couldn't even find the strength to move. Surprisingly she dodged the punch very quickly and grabbed his arm, twisting it and delivery a chop to the forearm causing it to break.

She then spun him around causing him to crash into the right most thug which sent them both flying into nearby dustbins, knocking them out. The left most one looked angrier and tried to kick her.

But she grabbed the foot as it approached her head and held it firmly in place. The thug tried to break free but her grip was too strong. She then used her free hand to break both parts of his leg and dislocate it. Then she slammed a palm into his gut sending him flying on top of the other two.

After a few seconds the thugs picked themselves up and ran away shouting.

"Y-you better watch yourself we'll remember this" the middle thug shouted as they ran away.

She dusted her hands off before turning to look at Harry who was having trouble getting up. Harry flinched as she walked closer and closer to him, her footsteps echoing as she got closer. When she saw her shadow fall over him, Harry closed his eyes waiting for her to hit him.

But the pain never came, instead Harry felt himself being picked up off of the rain soaked ground. He saw that she was cradling him in her arms and held an umbrella with one free hand, protecting them both from the rain.

"My name is Yume" she said in broken English "What's your name?"

"Harry Potter" Harry replied painfully

"Well you can come home with me and I'll treat those injuries ok?" Yume asked

He only had the strength to nod as darkness took him.

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Harry awoke from his unconscious state and allowed his eyes to flutter open, his bruises didn't hurt as much now and, he couldn't taste blood in his too badly. But there was a sensation of pain as he tried to move, so he flopped back onto the bed he was on, it turned out to be a simple mattress on a floor.

He saw that he was in a small slightly dirty bedroom that had very little in it except for another mattress on the floor nearby.

"Where am I?" Harry asked himself quietly as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Harry noticed that his sides and other parts of his body were wrapped in bandagers and they didn't hurt as much as they did last night. Suddenly the wooden door slide open, revealing the ninja girl from last night.

The girl called Yume. She knelt down to his level and began speaking in English.

"Are you ok?" she asked worriedly "You took a real beating from those idiots last night"

Harry chose to remain quiet; in his experience it was best to just remain quiet. Older people in his life were rarely nice to him unless they wanted something and when they got it they left without a care in the world. Usually they were just nice to him so they could talk business with his uncle.

Of course when they discovered that his uncle was very happy to talk business as long as it didn't involve Harry they were quick to forget he even existed. Harry knew that older people didn't care and it was best if he just didn't speak at all. So silence was his choice, he just hoped he wasn't going to be beaten again.

So after a few seconds of Harry staring into Yume's eyes without uttering a word she sighed. She knew he could understand her, when her parents were alive they drilled English into her but that was years ago and she had let her skills slip. But even so the boy should be able to understand her fine even if her English was a bit broken.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. He had a look in his eyes that she'd seen before. It had been a year ago; she had found a ten year old girl in an alleyway wearing a winter uniform. She had run away from home and had no desire to go back there.

Yume had initially thought she was just lost and had managed to get her home address out of her. The girl whose name was Yuno was very resistant and Yume had to resort to using her eyes to get Yuno to tell Yume where she lived. It worked and Yume dragged her back home.

When they did arrive and Yuno's parents opened the door and thanked her for bringing their daughter back. But Yuno gave her look that asked 'how could you betray me?' Initially Yume simply thought it was a childish argument that had caused Yuno to act out so Yume thought little of it.

But a week later when Yume decided to visit Yuno she discovered a crime scene. According to the police Yuno was being abused by her parents very badly. Apparently her parents locked her in a cage very frequently for the slightest infraction; even breathing too loudly was a crime to them.

Eventually Yuno snapped, and managed to escape from her cage somehow. She then grabbed a meat cleaver form the kitchen and killed her parents before killing herself. Yume had cried for days cursing her for being so ignorant.

So Yume had thrown herself into learning how to recognise the signs an abused child, and this foreign boy that she had rescued definitely fit into that category. She could see the signs of malnutrition on his body and could see the fear of being hit in his eyes.

"Easy ok there's no need to be scared of me alright?" Yume said in a soothing tone "I told you my name. Can you at least tell me yours?"

"Harry Potter" Harry said cautiously not trusting the girl just yet.

Just because someone appeared nice and helped you didn't mean they were on your side. He'd learnt that lesson with the Dursleys many a time.

"Well my full name is Yume Kurokami" Yume said "Do you have any parents?

"No they died a long time ago" Harry replied sadly his depression causing a magical outburst, not an explosive one but an outburst nonetheless his hair colour suddenly changed "My aunt says that they died in a car crash"

Yume blinked. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing right. Then she sighed.

"Harry..." She began slowly. "Why did your hair turn purple?"

The small boy flinched away from her. "Things like this have been happening all my life. My hair changes color or grows really fast, sometimes when running from bullies I instantly find myself far away from them or somewhere they can't reach me... my uncle said it's because I'm a freak."

"Then your uncle is stupid." Yume knelt in front of him, her eyes shining. "What else can you do? Did you ever try to do something unusual on purpose?"

Harry shook his head. "No..."

"I see..." Yume looked away in thought. "Hey, maybe you can do something to instantly learn Japanese! That would make talking to you so much easier!"

Based on how he understood one word in three of what she said and filled in the blanks by guessing, Harry had to agree.

"Here!" Yume handed him an English-Japanese dictionary. "Try instantly memorizing all of this!"

Harry nodded, closed his eyes and gripped the book tightly, thinking really hard about learning everything in there.

After a few minutes, he put the book down and shook his head sadly. "Nothing..."

"Hey, it's fine!" Yume assured him. "How about... how about you try to learn Japanese directly from my mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, maybe you can do some mind reading or something." Yume beckoned him over. "Here, sit right in front of me, look into my eyes, don't blink, and focus on learning Japanese directly from my mind!"

Harry nodded and sat down across from her, his face scrunched up in concentration as he stared into her eyes.

'Get into Yume's mind... learn Japanese... get into Yume's mind... learn Japanese... get into Yume's mind!'

His eyes widened when he felt part of his consciousness drift, then images of a past not his own assaulted his mind. Somehow, he managed not to get distracted.

'Ok, I'm in... learn Japanese... learn Japanese... learn Japanese!'

A sharp pain shot through both of their heads, causing them to recoil away from each other and clutch their heads.

"Oww..."

"Ore no atama..."

"Ore no atama?" Harry blinked. "That means 'my head'... hey, I understood that!"

Yume blinked, stared at Harry for a moment, and then let loose a torrent of really fast Japanese.

"Yes, I'm fine." Harry felt like laughing at his success as he responded, also in Japanese. "My head feels like it's splitting in two, but I can understand you!"

Both of them burst into victorious laughter, before...

"Gaah, it hurts!"

"Too loud..."

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The morning had come and gone quickly with Harry now able to speak the same language as Yume with her having to switch back forth between English and Japanese. The only problem was that he couldn't read or write Japanese, but it was better than nothing.

"Yume, where are we going?" Harry asked as the two entered the central park passing numerous children and parents on their way in.

"We're going to meet a friend of mine." Yume told Harry as they approached the park playground.

"Kariya comes here every day and watches the children have fun. Sometimes he actually plays with them too. He had some sort of accident a year ago that left him horribly disfigured, but he's still the same person, so none of the kids here fear him."

She motioned to a man in a tracksuit and hood, who noticed them and was approaching. "It was Kariya who suggested that rich guy's place as a good robbing target."

"It was, huh..." Harry looked up at the stranger's white hair, mismatched eyes, and bulging veins on half of his face. As he watched, something seemed to move through them.

"Hey, Yume." The man smiled, speaking in a raspy voice. "I see you brought a friend. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry, sir." Harry bowed, having learned some Japanese customs by now. "Harry Potter."

"Sounds English." Kariya nodded approvingly. "But your Japanese sounds really good. How did you meet Yume?"

"Hey! Kariya" Yume whined playfully getting the man's attention away from Harry. "I came to talk to you. Stop ignoring me for Harry."

"Someone's jealous, I see." Kariya teased her, laughing as she pouted. "Anyway, Yume, how did it go? Did you find Tohsaka's place?"

"Yeah!" Yume nodded happily. "Got tons of stuff from there too! The man didn't even have any decent security there!"

"I see..." Kariya looked satisfied. "You planning to go there again?"

"Most likely!" Yume's eyes shone at the idea. "There was so much more I wanted to take from there!"

"Good luck with that then." Kariya nodded, before sighing. "Sorry, but I have to go already. It was nice meeting you, Harry"

"You too, sir."

Yume watched as Kariya hobbled away. "So what did you think of him, Harry?"

"He looks scary." Harry decided. "But he sounds like a really nice person. I like him."

The two stayed in the park for a few more minutes before they went home.

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"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked Yume as they crept through the towering hedges that Tokiomi Tohsaka had around his mansion.

"Of course I'm sure." she smiled, "Believe me; this guy has more money than anyone around here. He won't miss a few little things. And no one will know."

Wordlessly, Harry nodded, and they made their way across the yard. Surprisingly, he didn't have security cameras, and his doors were unlocked.

"See?" Yume whispered after they'd entered through the back door, "He's got so much; he doesn't even care if something gets stolen."

Nodding, Harry and Yume each took a bag and looked around. They only took items that wouldn't be missed, like fancy silverware he had hundreds of, or a few jewels that he had lying in a large box in the living room. Once they'd both filled their sacks, they prepared to leave.

"Let's just check down here." Yume smiled, pointing towards the basement door.

"Haven't we got enough?" Harry whispered, "Let's just go while we can."

"Don't worry." she says, silently opening the door and creeping down. After a few seconds thought, Harry did the same.

The staircase down was completely dark, with no sign of any light fixtures at all. So, Yume carefully led the way, holding tightly on to Harry's hand to ensure he didn't fall. After several minutes, they'd made it safely to the bottom. There was a short hallway leading up to an old fashioned iron door. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end as Yume reached towards it, and he grabbed her arm, "Please..." he whispered, "Let's just go."

She looked at him and said, "Alright. Just after this room. I've got a good feeling."

Before Harry could stop her again, she'd pushed the door open just a crack. From the other side, they could hear a man chanting, and what sounded almost like wind. The chanting end abruptly as the sound of the wind intensified, and the door opened all the way.

On the other side was a man dressed in a fine red suit and holding on to a jewel topped cane. "Well now." he smiled, "I thought you might come back, young lady, after your last visit. But I didn't think it would be tonight of all nights."

Yume had placed herself between him and Harry, so he would hopefully hidden by the darkness of the hallway.

"If you knew I'd broken in, why didn't you stop me?" She asked, stepping forward to draw attention to herself and give Harry a chance to escape, "I mean, there wasn't anything to stop me. You didn't even lock your doors."

"Why would I? "He asked, "I mean, I'm about to acquire the greatest security system the world has ever known. Would you like to come inside and see? We'll decide what to do with you afterwards."

Stepping aside, he gestures for Yume to walk inside. Before she does, she sends a small signal to harry to leave while he could. Tokiomi closed the door, but not all the way as he returns inside. His voice and Yume's came to Harry's ears clear as day.

"Honestly, I am not a cruel man. If you hadn't returned, I would have been more than willing to let you keep even the family heirlooms you'd stolen before. But you had to return, and unfortunately, I cannot allow anyone to interfere with my summoning."

"I don't give a damn about your summoning." Yume said simply, "I'm just trying to provide for me and my family."

"Surely you could've gotten a job instead of resorting to theft." Tokiomi sighed, "It's a tragedy, but I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Not now."

Yume closed her eyes for a second before re-opening them, now they shone a purple colour instead of their usual brown.

"There's no need to harm us" Yume voice seemed to echo with commanding yet peaceful tone through the room "You can just let us go, you won't need to worry about us again."

"I-I won't have to worry about" Tokiomi shook his head after having sent Prana through his circuits "Nice try young lady but a Hypnotic Suggestion is still just a suggestion"

"My eyes didn't work?" Yume gasped her eyes returning to normal "But how? They've never failed me before"

"I see, this confirms my suspicions" Tokiomi said "You are the daughter of those people no doubt about it now. You are indeed the last child of the Kurokami family. The foremost Japanese Experts on Mystic Eyes, known for their expertise even inside the Clock Tower that died in an explosion in their home eleven years ago, while their daughter was out. I knew they were trying to create a new type of Mystic Eyes. The so called Mystic Eyes of Command. I can make an educated guess as to what the purpose of such eyes was to be and I also knew that they experimented on their daughter. Originally I planned to claim their research for myself if it was ever successful but alas it seems fate had other designs. But I am willing to wager that some of your parent's research remains inside you. Those Mystic Eyes of Whisper of yours were likely the first stepping stone to the Mystic Eyes of Command. Never mind, I shall cripple you and maybe I'll build on your parents research and do what they could no, such power eyes would give me a great advantage, both in the war and in other areas."

"I'll never let that happen" Yume spat angrily

"I don't need you compliant, however while being alive would make it easier on me to complete your parents research that too is optional" Tokiomi replied coolly
Harry's heart was beating out of his chest, and his survival instinct was screaming at him to run away, but he was frozen in place. He couldn't just leave her. She was the only family he had.

The bag in his hand toppled over, spilling its priceless contents all over the floor Tokiomi stopped talking almost immediately and ran toward the door, and Harry who was frozen in fear. Evidently, Yume wasn't about to let that happen.

The door swung open, and Tokiomi stared at Harry's face for a moment before Yume crashed into him and sent him flying to the side.

"Go!" she screamed, "Hurry! You need to get out of here!"

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Her senses calmly took in the scene before him. She was still in spirit form, a habit of hers, so that she could get a good look at the man who was to be her master. What she got instead was a drama fit even for her court. This woman, caught breaking in by the master of the house, urging her child to flee lest he too be capture.

Naturally, she should have shown herself, stopping any attempted escape before it began, but she didn't. As the child finally turned to run, the man in red had gotten back to his feet, and blasted the woman aside with a spell before turning his staff upon the fleeing child.

'As expected.' she thought, 'There was only ever one way this could've ended.'

When, at that moment, a miracle happened that she hadn't expected in even a million years. The woman, despite having her leg broken in the previous attack, willed herself to her feet and threw herself in front of him just as a stream of crimson fire leapt from his staff.

But she could tell that this was no ordinary magical fire, it was cursed. So even should the target survive, the wounds inflicted would never heal and would continue to eat away at the fool that was struck by them.

The woman's screams as she burned brought to the surface memories that should have lain dormant. In her arms lay a man, her closest friend, as he himself faced the god's fire. The life that they had given to him was unjustly taken away as she could do nothing but scream as he returned to the clay of the earth.

On the stairs, the boy had stopped running, screaming as he ran to her side, to be with her at her last few moments, and wasting her sacrifice as well.

"Damn that was unfortunate, but it's not a total loss. I might be able to salvage something from her corpse. But as for you, worry not you'll have to die now. Have to keep the secret of magic after all" the master said calmly, raising his staff and pointing it at the boy even as the woman tried in vain to stop him with her last breathes.

On instinct only, she returned to her physical form, "Mongrel." She asked, "Are you to be my master?"

The man jumped as she made her presence known. Turning back to her, he knelled before her, "Indeed, my king. I am-"

The words were silenced as a spear flew through his right shoulder, pinning him to a wall.

"A mongrel dares to turn his back on me and then makes excuses?" she scowled, walking towards the boy clutching the burned body of his loved one. The expression of grief upon his face was all too real, and so similar to her own as she looked upon the clay that had once been Enkidu. "Are you my master, boy?"

"M-Master?" he croaked out, "What do you..?"

"The contract is accepted." she said simply, and the command seals that had attached themselves to the man vanished, appearing instead on the boy.

"This canno-" The man started before being stabbed through the heart by the King of Heroes.

Harry had turned back to Yume; the life was rapidly leaving eighteen year old girls eyes. They had spent the past few months living together in an abandoned building that no one really paid attention to, and now the older girl that had helped him, sacrificed for him, been his friend and kept him calm when the nightmares came was rapidly dying.

And it was his entire fault for not running when she told him to. Unlike most children his age Harry was familiar with the concept of death and its impact. The Dursleys were all too happy to destroy his innocence and tell him that his parents were dead and never coming back. They said that he was the reason his dad got drunk and died in the car crash.

So now not only had he killed his parents, but his only friend in the entire world as well. Tears fell from his cheeks and dropped onto Yume's rapidly cooling face. Risei Kotomine who had been present had long since fled along with his son, having seen his plans crashing down around him there was no purpose in staying.

Gilgamesh approached the boy staring down at him as he cradled the woman's body. He was physically scrawny, and looked rather unhealthy, however the Prana he was providing more than made up for his appearance. In fact it was more than that pathetic Magus could have provided. If she was correct the boy was a Wizard rather than a Magus.

The difference between them was that Wizards take Mana from the land and store it for later use via a spiritual organ called a magical core that they possessed. When they wished to cast a spell the mana is taken up back up through the core which converts it into prana and sends it into the foci for use usually a wand or something similar. However in return their magic wasn't suited for battle like a Magus was.

No the Magecraft of the Magus was more suited for fighting than Wizardcraft was and could achieve greater effects that could change the world. The problem was that they had to be very careful with who they passed their craft onto. Otherwise their mysteries stopped being mysteries and their craft became weaker as a result. Wizards didn't suffer from this problem.

But that was all irrelevant for now. She had a great supply of Prana, now she just needed to talk to her child master about the basics. It wouldn't be hard to convince him to fight, after all who wouldn't want to bring someone they cared about back from the dead.

"Alright boy" she said as he looked at her sniffling "I am Archer and you are now a master in the Holy Grail War.."

"She isn't dead. At least, not quite yet she's not, but there is no recovering from those wounds without some sort of... miracle. Tell me, do you wish for a miracle? If so, then I can keep her from degrading further, but only the grail can heal her wounds. Young boy, are you going to be a worthy master?"

Naturally she knew she had struck true. The boy's eyes light up with determination.

"How do we win this" he asked "I will win the grail. No one else can be allowed to touch it"

"We kill the other six servants" Archer answered "Saber, Assassin, Caster, Rider, Lancer and Berserker. Then we claim the Holy Grail, our wishes will be granted. You are up to it aren't you? Otherwise that woman. Your friend that you almost got killed will stay in this state of living death forever."

"I'll do whatever it takes" Harry said with determination "I don't care about anyone else, no cared about me before Yume did. I want her back no matter what. So I'll win I don't care whose dreams I have to destroy to get her back. She's an irreplaceable treasure to me."

Archer grinned, she was almost impressed. Almost.

"For now go upstairs and go to sleep." Archer ordered "We'll talk about the other servants and masters in them morning. I'll take care of your friend's body."

Harry nodded and with one last glance at Yume walked upstairs. Gilgamesh watched the boy go before summoning a golden glass coffin from her vault. It would keep the woman's in a state of sleeping death, she would be kept just barely alive and it would stop the curse from progressing any further and prevent her wounds from killing her. She put the woman's body inside of it and sealed it shut.

Gilgamesh then brought it upstairs with her and placed it in the main living room. As a constant reminder to ensure her master didn't forget what he was fighting for.