Disclaimer: The Kaleidoscopeverse is a melding of Harry Potter, Fate/StayNight, Tsukihime, Naruto, and world religions, the last of which belongs to everyone and is not limited to the three Abrahamaic faiths, Buddhism, Shintoism and Hinduism. Heh. You mad yet?
Author's Note: Guys, the lemon is entirely consensual now. Looking back, I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. Harry's reaction has been edited, so now he looks a little jealous and not extremely angry.
Mangekyo
"You two had better tell me what the fuck that was all about!", Harry roared.
They both winced.
"What were you thinking!" Harry screamed at Hermione. "And you", his voice dropped to a hiss that resembled Parseltongue. "An Oath-Upon-Consummation?"
He had actually begun crying. "I t-thought I knew you two." He furiously wiped his tears away. "I'm gone for three hours, and you pull something like this, as if I wasn't going to find out or something. I can read your every action, feel your every feeling."
He paused, his left eye slightly red.
"I don't know what to do with you", he said to Hermione. "That was unforgivable."
"But as unforgivable as it was..." he rounded on Daphne, "that was simply a despicable response to it."
"I'm not jealous", Harry roared at Daphne, who flinched and realized too late that he was capable of reading their every thought whether she liked it or not. "I've been running around, trying to give Legilimenic therapy to Katie Bell and Anthony Goldstein because they were at Rome Duels and they were caught in the Reality Marble, and I come back to the two people that I would always count on to be morally supportive to combat the pain I'm literally pulling from them, and I come back to this."
"What's wrong with Goldstein and Bell?" Hermione asked, rather timidly.
"I don't know, honestly. It's as if their personalities have imploded. Flamel wiped their minds so thoroughly they'll never have memories of the overwhelming fear of being murdered, in his case, or getting thrown off a building without a broom, in hers... but it's as if they've sort of died." He deflated. "It was the worst mistake I've ever made."
Hermione wrapped her arms around him.
"Get off of me, you! If she had actually been asleep, that would have been rape" he shouted, and she bounced off him as if stung.
He burst into tears again. "I-I lifted their insanity straight from their minds, bit by bit. I'll... I'll be okay in several days. I'm sorry for this. I can deal with any and all misery very easily, it's mine after all, but I seem to have assimilated their personalities, so I'm rather... tripolar, if I can use that word. That was the Anthony in me talking. Very Ravenclaw. Katie's personality thinks you're a molester of some sort. As Harry, I'm just disappointed in you."
He turned away. "Now, tell her to fetch you a pumpkin juice, or kill her, Daphne. I'm not going to really care for the next two or three days. Too disappointed", he said shortly, as he just left the room.
Somehow that was worse than the sensation of being magically bound, Hermione decided.
Mangekyo
"Hello, Harry Potter."
Harry knew it was a student, somewhat shorter than Daphne, and with a decent amount of magic. "Hello."
"Why are you upset?"
"Oh, this and that."
"You're not being yourself", she said.
He laughed a bit at that. "You're very observant", he nodded as he turned to face her. "You're... Luna Lovegood", his eye told him.
She clapped. "You know who I am!"
"Yes. It's hard for me to forget faces", Harry said, his thoughts wandering.
"Why do you hide your right eye?" Luna asked suddenly. "Is it really because the Dillywumps have taken it in exchange for the right to rule the world?"
Harry nearly jumped in alarm. That could have been a very roundabout way of-
"Or is it because you discovered the true identity of Stubby Boardman and he carved it out with a spoon?"
Harry, who had read several Quibbler articles about how Stubby Boardman was a pop singer who was also supposedly his godfather, chuckled and abandoned his desire to silence Luna, in one way or another.
"So, can you tell me what's wrong?"
"No, I'm sorry, Luna", he said. "But thanks for caring." He smiled, and patted the girl on the head, then walked away.
Luna skipped away merrily.
Mangekyo
It was two days before Harry finally managed to ruthlessly crush both Katie and Anthony, both of whom died protesting in his mind. He had shut himself in the armory, materialized his Reality Marble again, and killed them with the Flames of Shining Heaven. Of course, they weren't really Bell or Goldstein, but it still made him feel vaguely ill.
Now that he was himself, he found it even more difficult to talk to Daphne and Hermione.
They had made up easily, and were experimenting with each other more than they worked on their magical objectives.
Harry didn't like it, and his growls and shouting made it abundantly clear. On some level, he knew he was jealous, but he convinced himself that he was both happy for them, and that he didn't want to interfere.
So he sat alone in the uncomfortable armory, drawing rune after rune with his lips pursed. The Sumerian series spoke the same language as his soul - a song of loneliness and responsibility.
He began carving the rune for King once more, both of his Sharingan spinning wildly, using the Joyeuse rather than the Crimson Ruby.
"There is nothing joyful about moving toward the rule over men", he said.
He walked out of the armory with the Joyeuse tucked away in subspace and the Crimson Ruby at his waist, walking towards the Great Hall slowly.
He vaguely remembered hearing that the other two schools participating in the Triwizard tournament would be arriving today.
He pushed open the door, cursing the echoing bang that it made, to a Hall full of people eating, the Durmstrang students sitting with the Slytherins and the Beauxbatons students sitting with the Ravenclaws.
Of course, there was a measured hush. It happened whenever he walked in late, but today he realized that he cut quite a figure, drenched in sweat, his robes open and his sword swinging.
But that thought was immediately erased when he felt the full force of someone wanting to kill him fall upon his general field of Legilimency.
He locked eyes with a silvery-blond French girl, who glared daggers at him and narrowed his eyes.
The silence didn't waver as the entirety of the three schools watch Harry Potter and the as yet unnamed student have a staring contest. Dumbledore frowned.
Thunk. The Crimson Ruby sank into the stone as Harry drew it smoothly and plunged it into the ground in front of him.
The girl stood up.
"I am Fleur Delacour of Delacour, foul demon."
Harry's one visible eye widened. "Demon?" He gave a harsh, barking laugh. "I am the Potter of Potter. Watch your words, mademoiselle."
She drew her wand deliberately. "It is the right of the Demon Hunter to cleanse that which is foul from the good Earth. Speak your final thoughts, demon."
"I have a bunch of 'final thoughts'", Harry bit out sarcastically. "Such as 'who the fuck are you?' and 'why the fuck are you pointing a wand at me?' and of course 'why the fuck do you think I'm a demon?'. I think the last bit is sort of important, actually."
A lance of light ripped out of the point of her wand, easily as quickly as the ward in Charlemange's tomb, but Harry possessed an Eternal Kaleidoscope, as well as a lot more room to maneuver now.
"A Holy spell?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Die, foul demon!"
Harry was in a predicament. The only thing that was strong enough to hold off the Holy Light was Susano'o (reinforced by his Eternal eye), but that would simply scream to the world that he was James Evans. Kamui and Tsukuyomi were out of the question, as that involved his left eye, and he didn't even want to think about restoring the sanity of everyone if he used the Reality Marble edition of the spell. The Black Flames were rather well known, but he didn't really want to burn the girl into a crisp, as that would definitely alienate Dumbledore.
He couldn't even summon his Sand Demon to tank the blows, or use any of the spells that James Evans had used on either Dumbledore, Aoko Aozaki, or Nicholas Flamel. It was severely limiting.
His response was to fire a huge brace of three hundred and thirty eight Stunning Spells. If fifteen or more hit her, she would die, if seven hit her, it'd put her in a coma.
Of course, Harry's opponent had to be competent, and dodged the spells with the same contortions he was personally fond of. This was a serious enemy, and he was simply unable to pull out all stops. He didn't even want to know what Dumbledore would think if he found out that Harry was James Evans.
He ran through the spells he had known when he dueled Voldemort, and settled on his Charge Step as his absolute defense. He had finally divined the H. L. K. Mastershield that Dumbledore had used, but the girl wasn't using any transfiguration, and his version was both weaker than the Headmaster's and would have been terribly suspicious.
He let loose another impossibly large brace of Stunning spells, but they were blocked by a Bunker Charm.
Dumbledore finally reacted, and Harry vaguely wondered if he had wanted to evaluate his dueling skills. The man let loose an overpowered Wide-Area Concussion curse. Harry allowed it to hit his Charge Step, and fell to the floor convincingly. He glanced over and was pleased to see that this Fleur Delacour person had been knocked out.
"Harry!" Hermione and Daphne screamed, as they ran over, but Harry got up immediately. Dumbledore stared at him suspiciously, but chalked it up to a personal Shield charm or whatever had been popular in the sixties, which Harry would have no doubt researched.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Now can you tell me what the fuck that was about, and why the fuck you allowed so many spells to fly?" he snapped at Dumbledore. "I cast six hundred and seventy six stunning spells in an Array-burst format, and I'm drained", he lied. "I didn't even want to hurt her. Why couldn't you have-"
"Calm down, my boy. I must confess to not being sure of what happened myself. My reactions aren't like what they were."
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking of how Dumbledore had dodged the tentacles of the Sand Demon and turned it into a melting glass statue with the First Blaze within seconds.
Dumbledore pretended not to hear his protests as he conjured a pair of stretchers for both Harry and Fleur Delacour, then shipped them off to the Hospital Wing. He also cast a sleeping charm at Harry, which he could have dodged, or deconstructed, but he didn't.
Mangekyo
"Put the sword down."
"Demon!" Fleur shouted, bringing the sword down on Harry's neck.
Harry rolled over easily, and it ended up shredding his pillow. A wave of his banished Fleur against the opposite wall, and held her there. "I wanted to do that the whole time, but everyone was watching."
"Demon!" she shouted again. Harry vaguely realized that she was speaking in French, but he understood her intentions and thoughts rather than language.
"I'm not a demon!" he shouted back. "I don't understand what you're on about."
"You have the taint of demonity and the scent of blood about you", she said, glaring.
"Taint of demonity? That's not even a word!" Harry said.
"You feel like a demon. And you've killed", she said, still speaking in French, but Harry's eyes seemed to have broken any and all language barriers.
"Yes, I have killed. It was in self defense. Does the guy named Voldemort ring a bell? I'm Harry Potter", he said, feeling rather exasperated. While he normally hated his fame, it surely proved a point.
"You're a demon who's possessed Harry Potter", she said, looking resigned. "And now, I've failed my family, as the last fourteen scions have."
"I give you points for facing death head on, but I'm not going to kill you. I need to know exactly what part of me smells like demonity or something ridiculous like that", he said. It was clear that the girl understood English, but couldn't speak it - at least not without some sort of horrendous accent, he supposed.
"You smell like victims, and kills. Like the robbed, the raped, the burned. You smell like-"
"Misery", Harry said flatly. "Sorry to impugn your noble quest, but it's just my bloodline. It allows me to know the evils of humanity. Are you happy?"
"No. I'm suspended in the air by a lying demon, about to die", she bit out.
Harry grunted, and let her down. "Are you happy now?"
"No. I'm in the company of a lying demon, about to die."
"Now you're just having a tantrum", Harry scolded. "I'm no more demon than you are an ange- Veela!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Ah, I understand now. The half-man, half-bird children of elvenkind long lost to the world, with a strong affinity for the light, fire, and sexuality. Creatures of passion, and happiness. I might as well be a demon, I suppose. I would prefer it if you didn't shout about my nature in front of Professor Dumbledore, though."
"I knew I'd caught you!" Fleur exclaimed, looking strangely happy. "I knew you were a demon!"
"My god, don't you have a brain? I swear on the Good Book that I'm not a demon!" he said.
She looked at him incredulously.
"Okay! Fine! I swear on my magic, I swear on my magic, I swear on my magic", he said, utilizing a three-fold chant, "that I'm not a demon, that I've never been a demon, and I am Harry Potter."
A warm blue glow surrounded him, and Harry cast a quick Lumos, lighting up the tip of his wand. "See?"
Fleur looked at him as if he were something else entirely. "I misjudged you", she finally said.
Harry nodded. "You did", he said smugly, feeling as if he'd gotten his point across.
"You must be an Archdemon, to be able to lie through your teeth while giving a magical oath... what power!" she exclaimed, looking horrified.
"Oooh, I hate you!" Harry exclaimed, feeling extremely unbalanced. His Royal Kaleidoscope wasn't active, so he didn't have to balance Misery with Joy - why did he feel so out-of-control? He idly wondered if there was a personality imprint on the Caliburn, and if he'd pulled in some of King Arthur's personality. "I'm not a demon!"
He took a deep breath. "Set. Split. Shut. Unhand. Unname. Unknown. Reforge. Revitalize. Retake. In the name of the nine Great Runic Representations of Sumeria, I take the true name Harry Potter, and unbind any allegiances, names, and powers I had before I possessed my name!"
There was a flash of blue, and Harry cast another spell, showcasing his remaining ability to do magic.
"Well, I suppose you really aren't a demon. Exactly what are you?" Fleur said, showing a completely different side now that he wasn't her mortal enemy or something ridiculous.
"I'm a hundred percent human, and around a hundred and fifty percent annoyed."
To her credit, she looked a little ashamed for a moment, and then her pride surged again. "Why didn't you do that before?"
"You mean when you were firing Hallowed Magic at me? Or when you were poised over me with a sword?"
She glared.
"You're such a spoiled... leetle girl", Harry said, doing a passable imitation of a French accent.
Fleur continued to glare.
"To be honest, I'm sort of curious. Where did you learn Hallowed magic of all things?" Harry asked.
"Family trade. We're Demon Hunters", she said, looking very proud of the fact.
"Kill any archdemons recently?" Harry mocked.
Fleur's glare returned full force, but then she unexpectedly blushed. "No. Our family hasn't slain an archdemon for many generations."
"Well, there can't be so many archdemons out there anymore, considering the fact that humanity's reigned for five hundred years using science and firearms."
"No... they're out there. There are around two hundred archdemons left. They generally don't bother many people, but once in a while, Demon Hunters have to put them down."
"Do you put them down by being suspended in the air? Or forcing them to invoke oaths about how they're not demons, stripping them of their magic?" Harry muttered sarcastically. Fleur didn't hear him.
"It's a difficult job, and hundreds of House Delacour have died subduing even lesser demons. But it won't happen to me!" Fleur suddenly exclaimed, losing her practiced nobility, and looking like another person talking about her dream. "I'm going to kill an archdemon, maybe more than one!"
"Well, to be honest, you know some Magic", Harry said, feeling less than optimistic about Fleur's chances of killing demons, which were capable of rather potent Dark Magic that always had at least one of three aims - to maim, kill or pleasure. In some cases, all three.
"I know lots of magic!" Fleur retorted hotly. "I've spent at least an hour a day learning magic for ten years!"
Harry stared at her incredulously. "I spend four hours a day penning treatises on Runes, at least three hours a day reading books on esoteric bullshit that I'll never actually use, and another seven dueling. An hour a day is not impressive."
Fleur scrutinized him deeply, and then shook her head. "Why weren't you able to hit me, then?" she wondered, a scowl marring the face of unearthly beauty.
"Well, you really can't show all your cards in front of some people. For some strange reason, I think I can trust you. Mostly because you seem too dumb to put things together and give out my secrets."
Fleur looked ready to throttle him.
"Look, I'm sorry I'm being a wanker of massive proportions", Harry said after a tense silence. "I've had a rough several weeks, and I feel like I'm making no progress toward my long term goals, and you're a really easy target."
"Easy target?"
"I'm still being a wanker, right?"
Fleur nodded, smiling slightly. Despite Harry's interactions with Scathach, he still found the smile to be dazzling.
He drew a book out of his robes. "Dueling Professionally. It's served me well, and it'll get you from B class to A class." It landed on Fleur's bed with a thump, and the thin volume spilled open. "It teaches you about Curse Chaining, the Flurry, and offensive use of Runic Arrays."
Harry neglected to tell her that he had written and published it in the abandoned classroom on the third floor.
"James Evans wrote this?" Fleur gasped. "The one who defeated Dumbledore and Aoko Aozaki in Rome Duels?" She squealed. "How did you get this?" she asked, with amazement in her eyes.
Harry banished the smirk threatening to form on his face. "He doesn't want other people to know, but I've been his friend for a while..."
"You have to introduce me to him! Maybe he can teach me how to kill demons!"
"One... track... mind..."