Disclaimer: I don't own this. I barely own my soul, let alone HP or the Sharingan.

Author's Note: Over 1000 favs. Holy crap. And a hundred reviews for last chapter :O

Author's Note: I once promised to have Elves in this story. This is the official notice that I'm fucking that shit. By "I'm fucking that shit", I mean "there is far too much going on already". There will be no Elves. I don't know how I thought I was going to fit it in, and the plot barely changes anyway. Bah. I'm not Flairgold.

Author's Note: Scathach is the confirmed 'final boss' as some of you put it. If that wasn't obvious, you've clearly been hit with an idiot stick. Or you think I'm a better writer than I am. Or you think I'm a far worse writer than I am.

Mangekyo

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry cried. There were few spells that could destroy frustration like the Killing Curse, and the room was far too small to utilize Fiendfyre in.

The green light bloomed on the tip of his finger and a roar of wind was heard. The conjured marble block exploded in shrapnel.

"Is that a sort of soul curse?" Touko wondered.

"Yes. It separates the soul from the body, or destroys whatever it touches."

"How does it function?"

"Anger." Harry's left knuckle was white from the fist he had formed aeons ago. "I'm going to go get a wand."

"You use a wand?"

"Yes. But it was destroyed by overusage recently." Harry answered Hector. "It was an Ollivander work."

The other Brit seemed to understand.

"Where are you going to get one?" he asked. "I heard that replacements were notoriously difficult to find."

"Yes. Ollivander won't be able to sell me one. I will have to defeat someone and take their wand from them. Preferably someone powerful."

Harry was partially lying.

He would not be defeating someone specifically. He would be attacking a set of wards.

"Kamui."

Omake by Zombie

He appeared in Luna's bedroom, which was heavily warded by her father. Looking around, he saw the flaxen haired girl sleeping in her bed. A breeze came through the window, ruffling his frilly shirt, as Luna begins to awaken.

"Harry?" She questions. "What are you doing here? Did the Snorkacks bring your through the wards?"

Harry smirks, and says "There is nothing in this world that can keep me from my conquest." and with a gutteral growl, he launches himself at Luna, screaming, "LET US FUCK."

And they fucked. For twelve days and twelve nights. It was totally magical.

Mangekyo

The Fortress of Solitude.

No, that wasn't what it was called. Gellert had named it something far more dramatic and eye-roll worthy.

The Fortress of Lost Souls was built in a Glacier roughly the size of the city of London on the surface.

He had come for the wand that belonged to the King of Curses.

"Every day I wake up, I choose Misery", he muttered. A jet of black flame burst out of his eye and melted the Nevermeltice Enchantment in a mere moment.

A black string snapped through the air but Harry dismantled it with his Right Eye.

Howling wind poured across the face of the glacier as the strand broke. It was quite an ingenious design. The strand itself was capable of ripping someone in half, but when broken, it dumped the magic of the Nordic Soul series in the form of wind over the general area.

Harry's Charge Step held fast.

Harry slowly descended the staircase.

He very nearly slipped on a preserved banana peel of all things.

Harry watch as the banana peel hit the huge door at the bottom of the stairs and exploded into a multicolor burst of lightning.

"Aguamenti." The spell was elementary, but quite useful. The water surged from his hand at the door.

It gave a crackle as it began to short out and suddenly glowed blue. The water froze in an instant.

"Why must I kill everything with fire?" Harry wondered exasperatedly. The black flames blew through the door in no time at all. Harry dodged a prepared Killing Curse.

The Fortress had never been infiltrated since the incarceration of Gellert Grindelwald. It was warded against everything.

No one had even gotten past the Nevermeltice before.

An inexorable whisper tore through the air as Fate/Kaleidoscope runes activated.

Harry briefly marveled at the sheer amount of access to magics that Gellert must have had to acquire the knowledge of the Kaleidoscope.

Something niggled at the back of his head regarding the Sorcerer. Who had he been associated with?

He walked past several corridors that had relatively simple traps on them. It seemed as if it were herding him towards a certain room.

Only one thing of note was buried in the Glacier.

He walked past another corridor.

It seemed as if the traps had been burned. The various circles and runes were in disarray. Harry marveled at one of the Ostrakon runes that utilized the Kaleidoscope to banish whoever gazed upon it. The clay that held the remains of the Ostrakon had been shattered into several pieces each.

There was something very powerful here.

Something very, very powerful.

He turned another corridor.

Charred, it was charred beyond belief. There was nothing left, only the remnants of a seductive, wild darkness and a majestic, beautiful flame.

A single rune adorned the ground, and Harry felt fear in the pit of his stomach as he turned yet another corridor.

There was nothing. It was pristine, indicating the probability that no man could have survived the other room, possibly not even Grindelwald.

Harry's detection spells washed over the door, but it wasn't even locked. Harry pushed it and it swung open easily. The hinges were preserved by magic.

It was another corridor.

Harry walked slowly, his senses tingling with magic seen and not.

Nothing again.

Nothing he could feel.

Wait. There was something. It was a blend. A taste that he- And his fears were confirmed.

He opened a final door and sank to his knees.

One... two... three... four... five... six... seven.

He rose and walked forward.

In front of him rose a dais, upon which sat a throne and an oblong table.

A slightly red wand was suspended over the table, and a pale light bathed it.

In the throne sat a smiling little girl with a face that would give cause for an angel to weep. Her hair, white and more pure than the driven snow fluttered as an invisible wind. Her eyes were closed, and her body was still, and there was a ghastly hole where her heart should have been.

"You must really want this wand, Harry James Potter."

It felt as if someone had carved his name onto a gravestone. Her voice held a power much like Scathach's, but she was far more comfortable with it. Her speech dug beyond his soul.

It dug into the Root of all Worlds. It dug into the very concept of Harry Potter. He had no doubt that Alyssa and all the other renditions of him felt it.

She did not speak his name as a friend, a lover, an enemy, as a Monarch to her subject. She did not even speak his name as he would have to form his Reality Marble. She did not speak his name at all. She spoke Harry James Potter.

"H-how? How are you s-still alive?"

"So young, so powerful, yet so naive. He may have killed me, Harry James Potter", she spoke with relish as the little tendrils of fear gripped him. "But he hadn't the imagination to erase me. I am left... damaged."

"But w-why are you here?"

"Oh, that's easy. I wanted to know who could possibly breach the most powerful wards in existence at first. Then when I discovered that no one could even touch the beginnings of it, I destroyed the greatest challenge."

"With a wave of your hand, no doubt", Harry whispered in quiet awe.

"There are few things man can understand about magic. Unfortunately, the might of Summer is generally not one of them."

There was silence.

"Perhaps, my Lady, I shall take leave of-"

"Oh, don't do that, Harry."

An inexorable force slammed him onto the ground.

There was just too much magic. Perhaps Aoko could have broken free, but his power over Fate/Remove was simply not the same as hers. It wasn't his native-

That was it.

"Divinity of Space-Time", he whispered.

"An Unmaker?" Her laughter was light and friendly, and impossibly beautiful to listen to.

"Unmaker?" Harry finally asked, as he realized that, for the first time, the Kaleidoscope had failed him.

She stared into his eyes, and ripped through his mind with barely any effort.

"You're one of Scathach's", she said, looking rather disappointed.

"Y-yes."

"And here I was, thinking you had achieved power that no human had ever approached with a singular exception... all on your own."

Shame. She was doing something, or projecting her emotions over him, or something. He found himself reacting to her emotions as if she meant far more than she did to him.

"Before the Kingmaker rose to power, there was the First Queen of Summer, Harry Potter."

Harry compared himself to a bell, rung every time his name was heard.

"A very powerful man made a deal her. He possessed the most creative of all Runes, inscribed not upon his flesh, but upon his soul. He was unlike any other."

"Merlin."

"Myrrdin Emyrs, yes."

Something deep within Harry chimed. He knew, instinctively, that anyone with a true grasp over magic, with true talent, felt it.

"He fought his way through all of my loyal retainers, and when he reached the heart of Summer's strength, he knelt."

She frowned.

"Do you know how difficult it is to admit that I had been a fool, Harry Potter?"

She continued. "He waited seven seconds, stood, and walked over to my throne. And he said, 'Lady Titania, I wish to make a deal with you.' And it was then that I thought I had him."

"He wanted the power of Summer. Tell me, Harry Potter, did you really think the First Blaze was his?"

She knew his heart and mind, so she continued. "And so, I asked for the soul of Myrrdin Emyrs. He agreed."

Her eyes burned, and Harry refrained from screaming. There was so much power.

"He betrayed me! He used Fate/Birth to change his concept to Merlin, and Equivalent Exchange to bind his original name to all of those humans within the fold of Magic itself. And thus, every man, woman and child capable of the art... had made a deal with Summer. Do you know how much he weakened me?"

"But-"

"Oh, of course. You believe that the power of summer would go to everyone. You're so naive. We always reserve the right to take back what we give."

A stab of horror pulled through Harry's chest.

She laughed again.

"Don't you understand, Harry? Dumbledore's going to give you the First Blaze. He's already prepared it. And when you have the First Blaze, we shall have the First Blaze. And I will be whole again."

"No", Harry breathed, horrified. There was so much power here already-

"Oh, you don't mean that, do you, Harry? Surely you wish for your Queen to be complete once more."

"You'll destroy us."

"That is the truth."

"I'll tell Dumbledore- I'll-"

"Dumbledore is mostly ours already, Harry. He doesn't know. And you won't tell him. You'll find yourself unable to act against Summer's interests."

"You-"

"Belong to Scathach. Scathach is one of mine. Now, take the wand."

Harry's hand crept forward slowly, and she placed it in his hand.

A surge of fire filled his body, and his hand felt as if it would never be the same again and it hurt and hurt and-

A rune was carved on Harry's right hand.

Fate/Summer.

"You are... the Knight of Titania, Lady Summer, Harry. You will do the bidding of the Seelie, and forever oppose that which is not within our interest, for as long as you live."

Mangekyo

Harry jolted awake suddenly.

"Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a-"

Clutched in his hand was a slightly red wand, and a little rune danced on his palm.