Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter, nor the Mangekyo Sharingan

Poll: It's still going on, actually.

Convince me why it should be either H/Hr or H/Hr/Daphne

H/Hr/Daphne is winning by a landslide at the moment.

Author's Note: This is the wrap-up of Harry's first year, and a slice of summer life.

Mangekyo

"I do believe explanations are in order, Minerva!" Dumbledore thundered.

"Not now, Albus! Help Madame Pomfrey stabilize Harry! Filius isn't in critical condition any more!"

Dumbledore cast charm after charm on Harry. Throughout the entire process, Harry's eyes remained open, though he looked to be in serious pain.

"All his muscles are in atrophy for some reason! It's exacerbating the Organ Rotting curse that You-Know-Who hit him with."

"Such a brave boy", Dumbledore shook his head.

"Oh he wasn't just brave, Albus, he beat him!" McGonagall crowed.

At that moment, Snape burst through the doors. "What in the name of-"

"You old bat!" Sprout screeched. "Where were you when we were dueling You-Know-Who? Where were you when Harry stuck a sword into him and burned him alive?"

"Why is he bleeding from the eye?" Dumbledore mumbled, just loud enough for the teachers to hear.

"Is the Organ Rotting curse at his brain already?" Madame Pomfrey, the school healer, gasped.

"No, no, I think the blood vessels popped with the exertion." McGonagall had dropped to her knees after managing to pull Flitwick out of danger entirely.

"I can believe that", Sprout nodded. "He entered the fray firing an Ice Spear of all things at You-Know-Who, and he dueled like Lily, with all the dodging. Oh, I think I know why he has it. Y-you-Know-Who fired a Wide Area Bludgeoning at him, and somehow, he managed to..." Sprout turned red, and mumbled something incoherently.

"What did he do? My hearing's going in my old age", Dumbledore smiled encouragingly, an expression that did not match his thoughts at all. He was casting stabilization charms as fast as he could.

"He punched it", McGonagall said, shaking her head. "Of all the things... he could have used a shield charm, anything. He has to know the shield charm if he can summon elemental curses! But no, he decides to-"

"He punched it, you say?" Dumbledore looked down at Harry.

"Yes, but not only that, he began moving at speeds beyond my comprehension. V-voldemort was only able to track him because he was sending wide area spells in all directions. I don't know what he did, but the only case I've ever heard of that was remotely like this is the story of Jerome Potter, you know, the one who pointed the Sword at the Dark Lord, and charged at him by pushing his magic through himself?"

Dumbledore nodded. He was familiar with the tales of the Potter family. He had, after all, allied the Dumbledore family very closely with them. He dragged Madame Pomfrey off to the side, out of view, and cast a silencing ward around the pair of them.

"Now listen carefully, Poppy. The boy must not die before he reaches his majority, and even then, it would be very, very important to keep him alive after that - remember he is the scion of the House Potter. There will be a very large amount of discriminatory legislation against Muggleborns if his votes go to the Blacks and the Malfoys gain eight more votes. The Third bloc-"

"I understand perfectly, Albus. I may never have been a politician, but my father didn't leave me defenseless..."

Harry, whose Mangekyo had been spinning at high speeds, picked up easily on the conversation, and before he could stop himself, words bubbled out of his mouth.

"Something's rotten in the state of Denmark."

Mangekyo

"Daphne. I need you to tell me about... Pureblood Politics."

Hermione looked at Harry sharply. "Harry! Isn't that something you're seeking to-"

"Yes, I might not like it, but we've got time for a little bit of a history lesson, don't we?"

Daphne nodded, stared at her watch for a moment, and decided that they would have enough time before dinner for her to give her lecture.

She pulled a ratty old armchair that didn't seem to have seen any usage in the past fifty years, and sank into it, thinking. Then she began abruptly.

Mangekyo

The Wizengamot is composed of four voting blocs - factions that nearly never split on the issues. They are divided into the times that the blocs were integrated into British magical society. The Ministry of Magic was founded, after all, at the Stonehenge, three hundred years before the Romans arrived.

From the original Ministry, we have the Most Ancient and Revered Houses, or the Druidic Houses. At some point, House Greengrass was the most prominent of the Druidic Houses, due to some vaguely described magical power that could have been specialization in fertilizer charms, or the ability to create new species.

The other Houses that fall under this category, names that you might recognize, at the very least, are House Lovegood, House McKinnon, House Burke, House McClaggen, House Finnegan, and several others. The political atmosphere is unsurprisingly conservative. The Druids believed in a certain type of duality, and the lex naturalis, to use the Latin term, and pre-Roman magical society was Matriarchial - they honored women as their heirs.

When the Romans arrived, the Druidic Houses fought many losing battles against them - the majority of combat spells are Latin spells, after all. The Romans were the first Wizards to mold Magic to fit in with everyday life, instead of creating crop circles and fertilizing like the Druids did.

In the year 240 AD, the Roman wizards besieged the Ministry Building at what is now Glasgow. After a two year long battle, they finally hammered down a peace accord. The problem with the Romans is that they had no knowledge of Runes or Potionmaking, so they were constantly surprised by the Druids. Apparition was also invented by a McKinnon, before the Ministry was founded, and it stayed a British secret for nearly a thousand years, so the Romans were unable to completely defeat the Druidic Houses.

The Peace Accord of Bath, drawn in deep Roman territory, was a dual concession. The Roman Wizards would become British wizards, but they would get equal representation in our political system. The vote on either side was very close, but it was signed by both sides in the end.

Of the Houses that hail from the Roman line, the Potters, the Blacks, the Dumbledores, the Longbottoms are among the thirty houses that were named Most Ancient and Noble houses, because they were able to prove their lineage to the tenth ancestor.

In the Fifth Century, Myrrdin Emyrs, of House Emyrs was born, and he allied with the muggle King Arthur to defeat the invaders of Saxony. The Muggle side didn't fare so well in that conflict, because several of the more powerful curses were created by the Saxons, but the sheer power that the British magical community was too great.

Added to that, we see the power of Merlin himself in these conflicts. There are no clear accounts on exactly what powers he possessed, but he's generally described in narratives of the time as He-Who-Has-the-Eyes-of-the-Sage. He won campaigns, fighting all alone, and he lived for five hundred years. But he was finally defeated by the brothers Peverell, three mercenaries that legends refer to as the owners of the Deathly Hallows, but were likely just very, very skilled wizards.

The Peverells and the Norman invaders fought against the British wizards for another fifty years before the Peace of Hastings was drafted after a muggle battle, by the first generation of Hogwarts Alumni, in their forties. Godric Gryffindor had killed a Peverell at some point, and the youngest of the Peverells married into the Potter family, but no one knows what happened to the other. Thus they are known as Peverell-No-Line, with magical gifts that were never tapped into.

Don't look at me like that, Hermione, there's actually a reason for Pureblood discrimination. But that won't be a prevalent issue until several hundred years later.

The Muggle policy of witch-burning came into effect around the same time the Normans began to invade, and since the Roman and Druidic Wizards felt compassion for their fellow man, they allowed the Eight Norman Houses to join their ranks - they are House Malfoy, House Lestrange, House Crouch, House Avery, House Ogden, House Fudge, House Weasley, and House Bones.

By this point, the Wizengamot had broken off into alignments. There were Dark radicals, Light radicals, and the moderates, which were named the Conservative Houses because of their stance of sticking to tradition. House Greengrass has always been Druidic Conservative, and House Potter has always aligned themselves with the Light Radicals. Of the Eight Norman houses, three became Dark, three became Light, and two were neutral, Malfoy, Lestrange and Avery; Crouch, Weasley and Bones; Ogden and Fudge, respectively.

The Wizengamot Convention of Eleven eleven is generally the textbook example of original nonviolent Dark, Light and Conservative alignments. The Dark radicals wanted to exterminate all Muggles, the Light wanted to parlay with them, and the Conservatives wanted to hide from them. Note that the Conservative movement was much larger in other countries on the European peninsula. In Twelve thirty eight, after over a hundred years of fighting, the Statute of Minimalization was signed. The Statute stated that if the Muggles found out about your magic, and were unhappy, you should leave them be. It was not enforced.

However, it had far reaching economic effects - with the Statute, most families disappeared off into the sunset after they were found out, and there was very little interference, allowing for most farmers to prosper.

In the fifteenth century, after what became known as the Two Hundred Years Peace, with no Invasions, or overt Dark Lords, the Hogwarts Charter was established, giving the Headmaster rights over the protection of any individuals under persecution for the duration of the school term, as long as the individual remained on school grounds. This was heavily blocked, for the better part of thirty years, by Conservatives, which were rapidly losing their power. The appointment of the Headmasters were generally done by the Light, yet the Dark radicals who were becoming very socially acceptable at the time didn't block it - they just abstained from most of the votes.

It would later be known that the Dark radicals made their move during the endgame of the Charter - with the pent up political capital they gathered, they convinced the Conservatives to tack on an addendum - the Board of Governors, which had the ability to change course curriculum, and regulate funding to Hogwarts.

That was when the majority of Hogwart's Legacy classes were cut. The Fencing program, the three other history classes - Muggle History, International Politics, and Wizengamot Studies, classes like Offense Against the Dark Arts, Alchemical Studies, Natural Sciences, Ecclesiastical Magics, and the world-renowned internship program were all slashed. The slow dumbing down of the Hogwarts curriculum is accredited to discourage Light aligned families from sending their children to Hogwarts, and instead seek Masters.

The results of this decision would not be felt until Fifteen twenty five, when the Dark Lord Emeric the Evil, Emeric Black, terrorized Southern England, killing Light radical wizards in a desperate bid to overturn the Statute of Minimalization. Egbert Prewett challenged him to a duel, and they dueled for three days and nights before Egbert revealed that he had the First Blaze, when his pet Phoenix flew at Emeric and burned him alive with the Cleansing Phoenix Flame.

Harry, the First Blaze is the Lord of the Light's prerogative, which gives him the ability to commune with Phoenixes. It is passed by Selection, which is a Blood ritual that takes the sliver of Merlin's DNA in the donor and duplicates it in the Recipient. Albus Dumbledore got his from Livius the Light Mage at the turn of the century.

After Egbert Prewett was defeated by Godelot Lestrange, the First Blaze, which began its journey through documentation starting with Egbert, Uric the Oddball, or Uric Weasley, received the First Blaze, as the foremost Light Wizard of his time - he may have been insane, but he was also insanely powerful.

Unfortunately, he fell in battle, and ended up passing the First Blaze to Havelock Sweeting, the Unicorn Master, who was also the first British Wizard to head the Internation Confederation of Wizards - it was established with the International Statute of Secrecy, Sixteen Eighty Nine.

It was around this time that Godelot Lestrange was killed by his son, Hereward, who succeeded him as a Dark Lord. But he was without any talent at all, leading to Barnabas Deverill defeating him easily. Deverill was the first Muggleborn Dark Lord, and his entire appeal was to integrate Muggleborns into Wizarding society.

The man who defeated Deverill was Loxias Black, the eldest brother of Phinellus Nigellus Black, the Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time. Loxias stole Deverill's Wand, and christened it the Deathstick, managing to polish off the competition.

Loxias Black represented the Dark establishment for nearly a hundred years, and was known for conquering the South African Shamen, the Indian Brahmin Sages, and the Monks of Shangri-La. He was fought to a standstill by the American, who also went by the name Arcus, and when he returned to England, he was challenged by Livius the Light Mage, who had received the First Blaze from Sweeting's student, Withers, who was only a placeholder until Sweeting's Threefold Requirement for the First Blaze Selection was satisfied. Thus, Withers was nearly assassinated around twenty times, even if his only achievement was as a Hippogriff breeder.

Livius passed the First Blaze to Albus Dumbledore on December thirty first, Eighteen Ninety nine. Livius was murdered in his sleep, soon afterwards, by the German. In Nineteen Oh-Eight, the first International Dark Lord, the German, who no one really knows the identity of, declared war on the British Empire.

Albus Dumbledore, Edward Potter, and Brutus Malfoy formed a coalition. Dumbledore, at the time, was a Conservative, Edward Potter was the Light radical, and Brutus Malfoy, was, of course, the Dark radical. Together, they commanded the British Magic Corps, and Brutus Malfoy died killing the German.

The British Ministry made a total of eighty two concessions to the Dark radicals after awarding Brutus Malfoy with the Order of Merlin in the twenties and the thirties, pardoning squads of Dark radicals who blatantly attacked Muggles. It was at this point that Albus Dumbledore, disgusted, became a Light radical, transitioning from a Conservative, and bringing vitality to the foundering movement, which had been in steady decline since the death of Edward Potter.

Albus Dumbledore was very, very popular with everyone, elected to the seat of Supreme Mugwump by popular mandate - only the Darkest families held out, and he slowly began to undo the Dark radical policies using the image of the War Hero. He also took the post of Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, and everyone knew that after Armando Dippet retired, he would be shoo-in for Headmaster.

In Nineteen Forty One, Grindelwald surfaced as the most successful Dark Lord to ever exist, fighting under the banner of the Ubermensch, claiming that he would cleanse the world of Pureblood arrogance and Muggleborn stupidity, and herald a "new world order". His most inflammatory motto, however, was "For the Greater Good", which, interestingly enough, was the motto that Dumbledore ran his platform on.

This would irreparably damage Dumbledore's political capital, even as he led charge after charge into Germany as the most heroic wizard of all time. His days of winning the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile award was over, but very few witches of that generation claimed to have gotten over their celebrity crush on Albus Dumbledore. In truth, he was the first Wizarding Celebrity - with the advent of publications like the Daily Prophet, and Wizarding Wireless, which his position in the Wizengamot corroded, public opinion rode very high for him.

In Nineteen Forty Five, he defeated Grindelwald at the gates of Nurmengard, flanked by Charlus Potter and Everett Weasley. Everett Weasley had just been released from Auschwitz, where he was tortured for three years, and he was bent on revenge. He tore through Grindelwald's forces as if they were made of paper, and after witnessing the most devastating duel of all time, in which more than three Eighth Level Demons and a Named Demon Lord were summoned, and a total of sixty three Phoenixes were called, as well as Quetzalcoatl himself, the duel ended with the defeat of the entire German War Machine, which the Muggle forces quickly capitulated on.

After the war, there was ten years of Light radical reform, when the Wizengamot Checks system was implemented - with enough Ministry dissenters, they could be overruled. Dumbledore took headship of the Internation of Confederation of Wizards, the second Brit to do so in history.

The Sixties marked the rise of V-voldemort, and people began to disappear. While Grindelwald might have been the most powerful Dark Lord of all time, You-Know-Who was the scariest. He hit Light families, Conservative families, and Dark families that didn't toe the line. He even killed the Black family head, Arcturus the Elder, when the man refused to fund him.

In the Seventies, You-Know-Who grew unstoppable, and the only victories against him were when Albus Dumbledore engaged him directly. Whole families that had been serving on the Wizengamot for centuries would disappear, and the Diagon Alley Riots began to occur - people screaming for the heads of either the Light radicals, or the Dark radicals, depending on the day.

In Nineteen Eighty, at the battle of Hogsmeade on Christmas Eve, Lily Potter managed to defeat V-voldemort in a duel, but he managed to escape easily. It caused an uproar - it was the first time since Morgana in which a woman had defeated a man, added to the fact that You-Know-Who was decades older than her.

In Nineteen Eighty One, he was defeated semi-permanently, as we now know, by Harry. That's why there are so many fantasy tales about you - you had defeated the scariest Dark Lord of all time, several months after your pregnant mother did. You weren't even one yet.

In the coming years, the power of the Dark radicals would slowly be rebuilt, as there were backlash movements accompanied by heavy recessions. The common consensus of many wizards on the Wizengamot was that You-Know-Who only wanted the death of Muggleborns and the Muggle raised, even after they were hunted down, and the numerical disparities sent a huge amount of Conservative votes to the Dark families.

Added to that, with the retirement of Bagnold, who was a Light radical endorsed by Albus Dumbledore personally, Cornelius Fudge stepped up to the position, and he appointed Conservatives to ministry positions. While that might not have been a direct cause of trouble, the reforms of the fifties were barely used - the Ministry hardly ever vetoed the decisions of the Wizengamot, unless they were blatantly evil, like Mugglebaiting depenalization.

This is the political scene of Nineteen Ninety One, Harry.

Mangekyo

The End of Term feast was dying down as Dumbledore began to award "last-minute points" to Gryffindor house for Harry's "heroic" battle with Voldemort, but Harry didn't even notice his fellow First Years cheering as he contemplated Magical society.

Daphne was sitting with Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and receiving dirty looks from Gryffindor's of all ages, especially when she leaned against Harry and watched Dumbledore from afar, with a satisfied smirk on her face.

The ride back to King's Cross was rather uneventful, as Harry, Hermione and Daphne sat together, and Daphne, who was blessed with a fabulous storytelling voice, read accounts of magical battles and Harry listened in silence.

Mangekyo

"Boy, get in the car and put that freak sword away!" Vernon shouted, attracting large amounts of attention.

Harry threw his trunk into the compartment and closed the passenger door behind him. The Dursleys and Harry drove back to Number Four Privet Drive in silence.

"Put that freak sword away!" Vernon repeated sharply as Harry stepped out of the car.

Harry ignored him, and pulled his trunk from the compartment easily, walking through the front door of Number Four, Privet Drive.

"Boy, we are going to have a talk!" Vernon shouted, his face turning red. "You will not be doing any of that- that freakish nonsense in this home!"

Harry continued to ignore him, but his eyes narrowed.

"Look at me, boy!"

Vernon swung at Harry.

Crack. The hilt of the Kusanagi met Vernon's meaty right fist, and snapped a finger.

"Listen here, Uncle Vernon. I don't mind if I sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. I don't mind if you treat me like dirt. But if you seek to harm me physically again, I will draw my magic sword. Now, there are some very nice things about magic. For example, I can create a bowl that never runs out of cold, delicious vanilla ice cream. There are some very wonderful things about magic. I can create a thousand dancing points of light with my wand that will bring hope to a million people in the simplicity of goodness itself. And then, there are some very dangerous things about magic. My sword will refuse to be drawn unless I have the intent to kill someone, and will not return to its sheathe until I've done so. I've drawn it eight times. I'll leave you to your own conclusions."

Harry turned and walked into his cupboard, to insistent shouts that sounded to be partially grunts and partially promises of the confrontation not being over.

Mangekyo

"Hello, Mr. Dursley. We are here to see Harry."

"He is not at home", Dudley replied wearily.

It was July Eighth, and over a thousand of these freaks had shown up, with nearly fifty or sixty showing up. At first, Vernon had believed that the several schoolgirls dressed in normal clothing were his girlfriends or something to that extent, and had nearly bought his son beer in congratulations.

But none of them were there for Dudley. They were all there to see Harry Potter. Fortunately, it seemed that his cousin had not invited them, nor had he received them.

But there was something different about these two. They were quite a bit more determined.

"Yes he is", declared the very pretty girl with bushy brown hair.

Dudley looked from the first girl to the other. While the first had been a very plain sort of beauty, the other girl was stunning. The long blond hair that ended just above her stomach glistened in the morning air, and...

Daphne smirked. Harry was right. Illusions were very easy to cast, even without the intensely powerful eyes of his.

"Yes, yes, come in", Dudley whispered, starstruck.

Mangekyo

Daphne and Hermione visited every Sunday, and brought him news. Hermione spoke of the new things they researched during the week (Daphne briefed her on the cab ride), and Daphne spoke of the power plays in the Wizengamot.

Harry was rather relaxed, even as he learned at high speeds, and draw hundreds of runes a day. (He was unable to use his wand, and swordsmanship was not a good idea in the Dursley's back garden.)

A crack of Apparition sounded, and Harry looked up, his red eyes spinning, into bulging yellow ones, and jumped in surprise.

"The good wizard Harry Potter-"

"How did you get in here?" Harry shouted, gesturing at the rune arrays he had layered onto the interior walls of his cupboard. They were triple thick, and should have been impenetrable.

The disgusting brown creature looked around. "Harry Potter is a powerful wizard indeed, but he did not ward his home against House Elves. That is how Dobby was able to get into-"

"Who sent you?"

The presumable House Elf, presumably named Dobby shook his head in a manner that would have been comical if Harry wasn't ready to draw his sword at any moment.

"No one sent Dobby. In fact, Dobby will have to punish himself for warning Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Yous must not goes to Hogwarts! Dangerous things are-"

Harry broke in, retorting sharply, "Do you have any idea how important Hogwarts is to my magical-"

"There are dangerous things afoot, Master Harry! That is why Dobby has been keeping yours mail away from-"

"That was you?" Harry wondered, vaguely amused. "Well, at least you're good for someth-"

Dobby immediately started bawling. "Harry Potter is Great Wizard indeed, telling Dobby that Dobby has been good!"

"Shut up!" Harry snarled. "It's too early in the morning for this. If you're going to talk, speak quietly. What's so dangerous at Hogwarts that you assumed that keeping my fanmail away-"

"Dobby must not say!" Dobby's volume had not decreased, and his eyes widened even further.

"Listen, if you're not going to give me a good reason not to go back to school, and impede my education, you had better-"

"Dobby must stop you!" Dobby declared.

"Dobby, I advise you from attempting whatever you will. I will not be pleased, and I might end up hurting you very badly. Either you will tell me what's wrong, or you will leave. If you opt not to choose either option, I will not hesitate in hurting you."

There was a long pause in which Dobby stared at his feet, and then he finally nodded, and disappeared with a crack.

Harry watched Dobby disappear with his Mangekyo Sharingan. It appeared that House Elves teleported like he did. While Kamui condensed him into a wave of energy that passed through dimensional rips, House Elves ripped the Space-Time apart, and travelled through them, as physical entities.

"That's got to hurt like shite." Harry thought about an infinite amount of quarks piercing his physical body.