Madara walked past the house tables without a glance. Ever since he had experienced that brief snippet of his rival's chakra there had not been any more outbursts. He could not find the person who contained Hashirama Senju's chakra even if he wanted to. And he desperately needed to. For the Rinnegan to be awakened he needed a piece of flesh intermixed with Ashura's chakra.

Madara sat down at the Gryffindor table alone, and began eating his breakfast.

A flash of light momentarily blinded Madara before his sense of sight returned. Standing before him was a fanboy. Potter's fanboy.

"Hiya, Harry! How is it going?" Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice irritated Madara's eardrums.

It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Madara was something of a hero.

`Maybe I could use this boy? I am in need of devouts.`

He was however annoying. Maybe he would use the boy later. He projected his chakra in the form of inducing terror, causing Colin to break out into sweat, back slowly away from Madara and scamper away from the table.

He tucked back into his sustenance with gusto. To master the Sharingan to its highest peak, he would first have to master Potter's body. Which sadly, was at a pitiful state.

McGonagall came towards him and handed him his timetable, just as Ron and Hermione joined him.

He rose from the table before they could engage him in conversation and called out after the transfiguration professor.

"Professor McGonagall" he said calmly. McGonagall stopped and turned, looking at him with surprise.

"Yes, Potter?"

"I recently reached the epiphany professor. And I would like to drop two electives."

Minerva McGonagall now truly looked surprised.

"Oh? Which subjects would you like to drop?"

Madara had given this a lot of thought. Weighing the pros and cons of this change before it being finalised. Potter had chosen Care of magical creatures because the half giant oaf taught the class and he didn't want to offend the man. As for Divination, Potter had only chosen that subject because of the easy O grade it provided and due to his ginger `friend`. Two utterly useless subjects that Madara was going to rectify now. Considering the pros of the one he wanted to do instead.

"Divination and Care of Magical creatures. I would however like to study Arithmancy instead."

Because the conversation had taken place in the centre stage of the great hall, eyes and ears were set on his conversation with the professor. None more so then his two `best friends. `

Ron was in such turmoil that he stopped feasting whereas Hermione seemed to be staring at him with a mixture of approval and disapproval. Her lips set in a straight line that would make McGonagall proud.

"I'm afraid that is not possible Mr Potter. You are too far behind concerning Arithmancy. You do not know the third-year syllabus for Arithmancy. So, I am afraid you cannot enrol for that class. You may however drop Care of Magical creatures and Divination." The last word was said with minute disgust, that only someone that had the Sharingan active would know.

Madara however was not going to take no for an answer. He stared at the Scottish women. "I already know the third-year syllabus, professor. I finished it quite easily enough."

The transfiguration mistress raised an eye brow in relation to Madara's words. "And when did you finish it Mr Potter?"

"Last night." And it was true. From the books, he had brought from Flourish and Blots, he had used his Sharingan to give him perfect clarity of the Arithmancy texts. He could see McGonagall wanting to interrupt, likely to refute his request before Madara continued. "Give me a chance in the class, Professor. If my performance is unsatisfactory, you can do what you wish."

McGonagall scrutinized him. "Professor Vector will assess you before you are let into the fourth-year class. Is that acceptable?"

Madara merely nodded. `With Arithmancy I can study without having to deal with the ginger leech. I'll have to put up with Granger more however. Something might have to be done with her.`

"Then your time table will change." She waved her wand and the time table changed. McGonagall gave him one last swooping stare before leaving, continuing with her duties as deputy.

Madara having finished his breakfast left for Herbology, Ron and Hermione following him.

"Harry, how could you just drop Care of Magical creatures! Hagrid will feel so betrayed!" Said Ron, clearly outraged and trying to manipulate Madara. Such a tactic would never work on him. It was normally Madara that was doing the manipulations and tugging the strings whilst other people danced like puppets. Like Obito could attest to.

"Then let him feel like that. I have no desire to coddle Hagrid's desire to have me in his class. Divination is a useless subject and I was a fool to ever pick it. I don't have the inner eye and I never will." Said Madara. Barely containing his sinister smirk, he had from forming. The irony not lost on him. He did have an `inner eye` Just not the Divination one.

"Harry… Isn't Hagrid your friend? How can you easily renounce him?" Said Hermione as she grabbed his arm, causing Madara to face her.

"It's simple. I have my own goals." He tugged free from her grip and walked ahead to the Herbology classroom. Without turning back.

***Break***

Madara sat behind the desk inside the Arithmancy classroom as he waited for the teacher, Septima Vector to finish marking his entry test to join the class of fourth- years.

"Congratulations Mr Potter. You are more than capable of joining the class." She said.

Madara allowed a humble smile to grace his lips directed to the young woman, and left the classroom. The test was rendered easy by his Sharingan. It allowed the comprehension of things to become much faster. Madara had picked up the entirety of third year Arithmancy in one night.

After his impromptu studies, Madara now understood magic better than Potter and he had been learning for four years! Madara with his Sharingan could now gleam why spells were needed at all, how they were constructed, how to even go that one step further and modify them… Arithmancy was an intriguing subject. A shame Potter had not picked it up instead.

Madara planned to delve further into Arithmancy, Charms and Transfiguration studies. All the way to seventh year. He as a master of the Sharingan knew the sheer benefits the eyes provided. He could read the entire library and comprehend it within a few years. Something which Madara was going to capitalise on.

Madara grinned as he stared down at his newly minted timetable. He had a free period due to him removing Care of Magical creatures. What better way to spend an hour then going to the library and learning more about magic?

He entered the library and immersed himself in a book about the applications of transfiguration in battle. The library was free of students except a few seventh years milling around studying for their NEWTS.

Madara withdrew Potter's wand. Holly and Phoenix and gazed at it using his Sharingan. `wizards sure are lazy. With just a flick of their sticks they are able to command magic yet they limit themselves. I won't become dependent like them. `

He had read at Flourish and Blots that magic was about one of two things. Intent and will. And Madara had them both in spades. Stowing the wand back into his school robes, Madara gestured with his hand pointing at the book in front of him. Concentrating, he felt the magic take hold.

Wingardium Leviosa! He thought, and the book levitated neatly. He smiled. Non-verbal spells came to him with startling ease. Madara hardly needed his wand. He rarely used it anymore except in classes where it was required.

"Harry Potter"

As his name was called, the magic keeping the book afloat dispelled, thus causing it to fall with an audible thud.

Madara stared at who had interrupted him, she was a waif of a girl, her long dirty blond hair was wrapped around her head in an elaborate knot, her wand stuck through the middle of it. Around her neck was a necklace comprised of butterbeer corks and on her ears, were radish earrings. Her overly large silver eyes unnervingly stared at him.

"Would you like to be my friend? I don't have many...?"

Madara under the illusion surrounding his eyes, activated his Sharingan and stared at the girl. And he wished he hadn't. The potency of her magic at such close a proximity nearly blinded him. He deactivated them an instant later. `Such power… But not at Hashirama's level. Still, large enough to be useful. I would have to be dumb to spur such an asset. `

"Yes. I would like to be your friend."

He hadn't even finished his sentence before she broke out into cheers.

"Yay! My first friend." The girl raised her hands in the air, shuffled closer to him and hugged him, tightly.

Madara reflexed instinctively as if expecting an attack, before he relaxed, and patted the girl awkwardly across the back.

"So… What's your name?"

"Luna. Luna Lovegood." A large smile blossomed on her attractive face. She stared at Madara before cocking her head as she studied him as he had done to her, then. "Are you alright? There seems to be a wrackspurt infestation surrounding you."

"I did not know that." Said Madara. `Does she sense me inhabiting Potter's body?` "What is a wrackspurt?"

"A Wrackspurt... They're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, I thought I felt one zooming around in here."

"And they're intangible, invisible and undetectable?"

Luna's large silver eyes stared at him. "I can see them."

"I believe you." Madara replied instantly. `Being around this girl sure is surreal. And I've helped Obito craft his Tobi persona. That doesn't no way come close to this. `

Luna's smile blossomed again. Meanwhile Madara's eyes profiled her from head to toe, before settling on her chest. Her house badge to be exact. As soon as he saw the blue and bronze eagle denoting her as a Ravenclaw, he knew he wouldn't be pestered by other people for having her in his company.

"I've got Ancient Runes now Harry. Catch you later?" She said hopefully.

"Sure."

Like before, he hadn't even finished before he was spluttering on Luna's dirty blond hair. She gave one tug before leaving the library. With a skip to her step.

Madara shook his head and went back to his wandless practise. If one were to look closely they could see a slight smile to his face.

***Break***

Madara sat beside Hermione aloofly, as he listened with rapt attention to professor Vector. She was a true prodigy when it came to Arithmancy. She had to be, being a teacher at 23.

He listened as the professor described the need for wand motions in relation to certain spells. Why some spells required intense emotions to be cast. She was clearly passionate about her subject and she knew exactly what she was talking about. Making it engaging for the class. He spied Hermione taking notes diligently, along with other fourth years.

He refused to take notes. Instead he paid close enough attention, flashing the Sharingan in short intervals to retain most of the lecture in a crystal-clear manner.

The bell rang signifying the end of the lesson.

"Pack your things class, that's it. Read up on the need for emotional intent in spell casting and how Occlumency helps the process run smoothly."

The class looked excited, and Madara was intrigued. He had to research on this topic tonight.

The class proceeded to move out of the room, but Madara made a beeline towards the library followed closely by Hermione.

They occupied their favourite seats in the library and began reading up on emotional intent in spell casting. He'd brought the invisibility cloak with him to study alone for the rest of the night, after dinner.

***Break***

"Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

Ron was trembling in anger, his hand itched towards his wand as Gryffindor house members stood behind the red-haired teen.

Behind Draco with his wand drawn were Slytherin house members.

Madara utilised his Sharingan in an instant, a light brush of illusionary magic sprang upon the two warring teens, causing spells to be fired. Slytherin against Gryffindor. Ronald Weasley against Draco Malfoy.

Jets of light flew everywhere as Slytherins and Gryffindors unleashed their long cultivated mutual hatred. Madara just watched the ensuing chaos, he had started. Picking up stray spells with his Sharingan and copying them.

Hermione, her love for authority figures still strong, strode over to Mad-Eye Moody. Who like Madara was watching the fight between houses. Analysing but not interfering.

Moody went to take a gulp of his flask, which Madara recorded with his Sharingan, he saw the contents of the flask travel down Moody's throat. Clearly a potion. A flash of memory from Potter's second year hit him. `Polyjuice potion. This person is an imposter. `

But there was no way he would give him to Dumbledore. His mind raced at the speed of light as Hermione demanded for 'Moody' to stop the now escalating chaos, wand in her hand.

If he was an impostor, then he had to have done something with the real Moody when the crazy old Auror was attacked in the summer. The only people with reason to attack Moody was Voldemort's supporters.

`He shall return…greater and more terrible than ever before…`

Trelawney's prophecy ran through his head. The facts fit. It was safe to assume that the impostor was a death eater.

But Madara was really intrigued as to what the man would teach. Maybe some good dark curses, nothing to warrant attention probably…But enough to stoke the thirst for power in the right people.

He would need to push the man to demonstrate and then copy the spells. He smiled faintly.

"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!"

Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.

There was a terrified silence in the entrance hall. Nobody but Moody was moving a muscle. Moody turned to look at Ron at least, his normal eye was looking at Ron the other one was pointing into the back of his head.

Moody started to limp toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and took off, streaking toward the dungeons.

"I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned," growled Moody as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do"

The ferret flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly. "Never — do — that — again —" said Moody, speaking each word as the ferret hit the stone floor and bounced upward again.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" came the surprised voice of Minerva McGonagall. Madara watched for a few moments as she berated the students, and enquired as to what happened from Moody.

Madara turned away after that, walking away with Hermione as she carried Ron to the hospital wing.

Weak. Ron was weak. Taunts that got to you through you off your concentration. And a ninja thrown off his concentration was a dead ninja. Pitiful. He left Ron to Hermione's care and walked back to the common room.

***Break***

In another common room, down in the dungeons, in the girl's dormitories, on her bed, lay a girl. She twisted and turned as flora and plant life grew around her before dying. She carried on sleeping though. Oblivious to it.

AN:

Loads of people guessed Neville. Too obvious guys. :v I decided to spruce things up a bit and change it. Can you guys guess now who has Hashirama's Chakra?

What should Madara's other Mangekyō Sharingan abilities be? He's exceptional with Susano'o but never get to see his other powers. Any recommendations? Review them!

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Till next time. Uzunami 669.