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

Warning: Luna Lovegood. She deserves a warning all to herself, just for existing. She's just awesome like that.

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16 years.

16 years of this... Miserable existence.

The girls sat to either side of them, and when they blinked in unison, their consciousness' blended.

The blond girl had her hands clasped in a prayer like position, and when he saw through her eyes, he understood the majesty of the Earth itself.

The brunette had her left hand over her right wrist. Her right hand was clutching something that was only tangible to her. When he saw through her eyes, he felt the thousand hammer falls of justice.

Nature, Justice, and Misery.

Yet they all fought for the same cause.

We... we will resonate the revolutionary rhythm.

We... we will break the bars that hold down the oppressed.

We... we will send to hell those who dare... those who dare to chain us.

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Luna Lovegood woke abruptly. This wasn't the first vision she'd had of the future. No - she had dreamed of both her mother's death, and her sorting. But this was different it that it didn't involve her.

It was much clearer. There was a burning sense of purpose behind the vision. It was also the first time she experienced three sides to a single vision, three humans who'd become-more, their auras glowing like falling stars even as they sat and thought.

People who held the world in their hands, and were unafraid to reshape it.

She was scared.

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Routine. It may have been the bane on the existence of lesser wizards, or simply students in general, but Harry loved routine. It made study so much easier. There was so much to look forward to in a normal day. He felt himself improve. It was so easy to make progress when there were no special events that needed immediate attention.

It was October, and he had finally drummed up enough nerve to...

"Mangekyo Sharingan..." Harry paused for a moment, and then,

"Susano'o!"

Nothing happened. He shook his head. Slytherin's Totsuka seemed to be beyond him. He stared at the Kusanagi, in his left hand, and wondered if the sword had the latent magic necessary to sabotage him.

"Wake up!" Harry yelled in Parseltongue.

The sword didn't respond.

"I'm about to summon Totsuka!" he shouted.

The sword woke, and hissed malevolently.

"Actually, that's not true. I don't know how to activate Susano'o. I'm asking for your help here."

Harry didn't know that it was possible for a sword to sigh, but it did, a breathy whisper of Parseltongue.

"The Storm God will only aid you in a fight, not in training. You must find another way to cut the Sake, as you have found a way to cut the Grass."

"My, how philosophical!" Harry snapped.

"I'm several thousand years old. I have the right to it."

Harry just shook his eyes.

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"Hermione. Where can I get a jar of Sake?"

"Harry? We're here to help you. Drowning your problems in alcohol is not healthy, especially not at-"

"Who said anything about alcohol? I just want a jar of Sake. I figured you might know-"

"Where to get you a jar of Japanese spirits?"

"Sake is-"

"Harry", Hermione paused for a moment, and smiled. "You amuse me." She turned away. "I'm going to get some lunch."

Harry stared bemusedly at her retreating back, a million and more thoughts flashing through his mind.

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"Professor Flitwick, where may I obtain a jar of Sake?"

Professor Flitwick, who was chomping on an apple cobbler, sprayed it all over his entirely-too-large desk.

"Harry, you don't need that at this age, you can always..."

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"Professor McGonagall, can you teach me how to conjure Sake?"

Her nostrils flared. "Harry James Potter! Your mother would be rolling around in her..."

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"Professor Dumbledore, I heard you were a Transfiguration teacher once."

"That's correct, my boy", Dumbledore beamed.

"Can you teach me how to conjure something? Professor McGonagall wouldn't..."

"Sure, there's no harm in a bit of conjuration."

"Thanks Professor!" Harry gave a relieved smile. "Conjuration's about visualization and knowledge of the substance, right? Can you describe to me the properties of-"

"Yes, of course! You're among the brightest Second-Years that I've had to teach. Pay no mind to an old man's ramblings, Harry. Go on!"

"Sake."

"S-sake?" Dumbledore choked on his lemon drop.

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"Why does everyone think that I'd drink the Sake that I conjure, Daphne? Do I seem like the type to partake in binging?"

"No, but I could see it selling papers. The Boy Who Lived is a Secret Drinker. Or something to that effect."

"I hate you, Daphne."

Daphne felt inordinately pleased. Harry was never one to hand out endearments. The fact that he could joke with her on such an elementary level meant good things. At least she hoped so.

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"Professor Lockhart, sir... Is that a bottle of vodka?"

He was infallibly polite, of course. Inquisitive, but polite.

Lockhart blushed.

"Now, now, what would your readers think of that?" Daphne chastised.

Lockhart blanched.

"We'll be on our way, but we've actually come for a little bit of a favor, Professor."

"But now that you seem to be mildly busy, I guess we'll go to, say, Professor Dumbledore, instead." Harry spoke in an earnest tone, as if he were actually concerned about Lockhart's time.

"Oh, but that would be a shame, Harry. Professor Dumbledore always wants us to talk about our day. About every single interaction we've had with teachers, to get a feel for the school's dynamics."

Harry smirked. Daphne was so masterfully cunning. Her beautiful smile and the innocent lilt she had certainly helped. He blinked. Where had that come from? He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?" Lockhart sighed rsignedly.

"Can you tell me the difference between Vodka and Sake?"

Lockhart blushed again. "I-I've never had Sake."

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"Rip. Tear. Kill."

"I'm so tired that I'm hearing things. I'm going to go to sleep."

The little voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, bouncing around inside his skull. For a moment, he wondered if his sword were playing tricks on him.

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Harry stood with an ear against the wall, creeping slowly along. It was October the Thirty First, and the magic of the wards were amplified in terms of power, but dampened in terms of effect. The built in silencing charms had cracks in them, and he could hear slithering in the walls. He walked down the flight of stairs to the second floor, and followed the languid motions of a snake.

The snake sped up for a moment, and then stopped. Harry walked a bit faster, only pressing his ear to the wall every three seconds or so.

He suddenly felt a huge magical discharge come from around the corner. He fingered his wand with his left hand, and put his right hand on his sword's hilt, and slowed down.

Then he heard extremely quick footsteps. He knew, then, that whoever it was, had left a crime scene of some sort.

He quickly rounded the corner, and noticed a pale hand clutching a diary jump into a secret passageway. Harry blinked twice. That particular passageway branched into eight other passageways, giving it the moniker "The Artery". It was another one that everyone above third year had used more than twenty times. Whoever had jumped into it would be long gone if he decided to follow her.

At least, he was pretty sure it was a her. The hand was rather delicate, and boys generally didn't write in diaries.

He turned around and froze in shock.

Hanging from a wall sconce was a dead cat that could only have belonged to the school Caretaker. Next to it was a message, apparently written in blood (though Harry thought it smelled of chickens), which proclaimed, "Enemies of the Heir Beware".

Harry pulled out his wand with his right hand, letting go of the Kusanagi's hilt, and blinked twice.

"Mangekyo Sharingan."

When he realized that the cat was not actually dead, he began casting diagnostic charms on everything in the corridor that looked a bit out of place.

While he was in the process of casting, the school's resident Poltergeist, Peeves appeared. It took one look at the stiff cat, and began screaming, "POTTER'S MURDERED MRS. NORRIS! BEWARE THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN!"

Harry wondered vaguely if that was actually what 'the Heir' was, but he was too deep into his diagnostic charm to ask.

Immediately, twenty or so students appeared from all directions, and an excitable Gilderoy Lockhart charged at Harry, waving his wand wildly.

Harry had long deactivated his Sharingan, and even as he completed his diagnostic charm, he sidestepped Lockhart, and hit him in the back with his sheathed sword, sending him careening into the abandoned girl's bathroom.

By this point, Flitwick and McGonagall had shown up, wands blazing, and staring in horror, but they quickly calmed when Harry called out to them.

"Professor, I just did a Tellian Diagnostic of the surrounding area. The water has ectoplasm in it, and it's just chicken blood. The cat is petrified, by a snake of some kind, I think - that's what the signature is telling me. This happened around three minutes before I got here. I was tracking the snake in the walls..."

It was equal parts scientific and decriminating. Harry thought he did a great job.

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I'm obliged to add an Author's Note, because this is a relatively short chapter.

I just didn't want to do the whole series of Petrifications or Christmas in this chapter, nor did I want to advance Harry's powers just yet.

So I cut it off here. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone that badly.

It's just that it's been a long day, and while I promised to update, only half of what I'd written had any semblance of quality. So I dumped the bits that had Harry stabbing little girls, and the bits that had Harry having a staring contest with the Basilisk.

Not to say that it's never going to happen.

I don't know what ship to put this under for the Character 1/Character 2 thing. I'm inclined to believe that more people would be exposed to it if I put H/Hr, but it's more H/Daphne at the moment. (While I may have had a poll, the relationship stuff might be subject to changes. Ch-ch-ch-changes. David Bowie? Yeah. David Bowie.)

Since I'm cutting this short, I guess I'll give you a slight preview...

Harry stared at the small bottle of Sake, wondering how to pull a sword of all things out of it, as his Kusanagi leaned against a desk.

"Mr. Potter! What are you doing with that?"

Harry looked up. Professor McGonagall was staring straight at him.

He knew that asking the House Elves for alcohol would be a bad idea.

Stay tuned for the Double Rasen- errr, Posting on Sunday. And no, I'm not actually dropping a hint. Harry will not be learning the Rasengan. It's so overdone, despite it's awesomeness.