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Mangekyo

After the burn in his hand subsided, Harry found that it brought him a sense of comfort that was beyond dangerous. It was difficult to shake the feeling that everything would be alright and a sense of peace he associated with laying about lazily on a field.

Summer. It finally made sense. He knew why Scathach chose Grindelwald now. If Grindelwald had taken the First Blaze from Livius... he might not have even entered into Fate's weave.

"We set ourselves on fire", he quoted. This particular bit was from Havelock Sweeting, the Unicorn Master, and the Archmage who had invented the Dueling Flurry as well as his very own set of Runes. They weren't very powerful, but Runic Alphabets were narry-impossible to simply create.

The little rune on his palm whispered soothing warmth, caressing his very sense of identity. It seemed to be the opposite of the heavy-handed tactics that Titania had used.

"Avada Kedavra!" he snarled.

The light wasn't a bright bottle green, but an earthy color. The very magic in him seemed to protest the perceived loss of life.

It splashed over a conjured chair and the chair disintegrated.

"Jeg a csokkeno csillag! Tellium Glacies!" A slightly cold mist leaked out of his wand in place of the strongest offensive Ice-based magic he knew. The Cold Falling Star was a Hungrarian spell which had destroyed a hundred and ten wizards in the space of a second by snap freezing all of them. Instead of the Spear, a stream of lukewarm water left his wand.

He tried it with his hands, to the same result.

He snarled.

"I'm going to kill them all", he growled. "All of them!"

"Why are you being so violent, Harry?" Aoko asked.

"Because I'm going to kill Voldemort today."

"Isn't Nicholas-"

"Yes. Kamui", Harry muttered, focusing all his energy on Nicholas Flamel.

A moment later, he returned. "He's busy. Dumbledore's owl-mailed me Voldemort's coordinates."

"And you're just going to go and confront him with no backup?" Aoko asked.

"Yes."

"Take us with you."

Harry looked carefully at the seven Mages of Universal Research, frowning. "It is my belief that only three of us will be capable of dealing a killing blow to Voldemort, and possibly only myself."

"Are you underestimating us?" Cornelius challenged.

"No. Voldemort has a Fate rune. I don't know what it is, but it is potent enough that being speared by the Hallowed Light was not enough to put him down."

"Two, not three", muttered Touko. "If he has a Fate rune, the Miracles will possibly precede. Fate/Remove, from our tests, is capable of destroying anything. Your Kaleidoscope should have somewhat similar of an effect."

"You're not leaving yet, children", came a voice from behind them.

"Lord Philosopher!" "Nicky!" "Mr. Flamel."

"We'll go in three days. Voldemort isn't moving any time soon, and the six months aren't close to being up. Now, duel me, Harry Potter. Let out your anger."

The bolt of fire left his wand in an instant.

Nicholas parried easily with his own wand. "I picked this up, recently. Albus sent a three hundred page letter of recommendation about wands to me the other day."

Harry didn't respond. "Brand bombe!" The Danish spell left his wand in huge flashes of light and heat, but Nicholas countered with a Sprinkler charm of all things.

"Messy, Harry. You dueled with far more proficiency during our time at Rome. All I know are a collection of Shield charms and household goodies right now."

"Fire!" Harry screamed, not bothering to use incantations as his wand belched out a huge jet of flames.

Flamel conjured a flame-retardant frying pan and swung it through the air, catching the untamed elemental magic. He then proceeded to throw the pan, at Harry.

"Katastrofeas Floga!" The Greek Fire consumed the entirety of the frying pan and headed at Nicholas with huge speed. The members of Universal Research stood to the side, staring at Harry.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The blob of Greek Fire jumped upwards, and Nicholas sent it careening back at Harry.

Harry snarled, responding with, "Meng hou!" The Mongolian Flames were developed by Genghis Khan to incinerate even stone.

Flamel hit the roaring flames with a Direction charm and reversed the frontal burst. The flames exploded as everyone but Harry threw up shields.

The runes on his hand greedily drank in all of the fire.

"Are you ready to duel me serious now, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded and began a textbook Dueling Flurry, his anger abated.

Mangekyo

Confidence. He had gotten a small measure of confidence at last. He managed to disarm Nicholas in several minutes (possibly due to the fact that he hadn't had the wand for very long), but he was dueling with a measure of intelligence once more.

"Harry Potter. My name is Harry Potter."

With a new wand (despite the fact that it wasn't working perfectly), he was capable of the finesse required in creating his Kaleidoscopic Prototype wands once more.

"Fate. I make Fate. To draw power from Fate. To draw power from the Kaleidoscope..."

He finished his last touches on the second prototype.

"Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light, powered by existences that weren't his own, left it.

The conjured chair burst into flames, but the wand shuddered and cracked, reminding Harry of the way his Holly wand had all but fallen apart in front of him.

"Tellium Glacies!" A spear of ice, the first Dueling spell he had learned from Professor Flitwick all those years ago, shot out. The rune on his hand were entirely inactive. "Yes!" he cried, even as the wand shuddered again and turned into little diamond flakes.

He began constructing another Prototype.

"It took Kischur Schweinorg over forty years to construct something similar to that."

Harry didn't want to kneel, didn't want to show respect, but his knees gave out beneath him.

"You've managed to circumvent the restrictions placed on Summer. How very ingenious. I knew you were a good choice, Harry."

"You used me. You told me you were to make me a King. The same way you used Cu-"

"Of course I did! You're very useful, Harry. It's not everyday that a Fatebreaker is born."

"I met her. I met the Queen."

"You poor dear." A light kiss found its way to his cheek, and he closed his eyes. The rune sent a measure of peace through him again. "I think you should let me... tend to you."

"I'm fine", he managed to croak out. "I need to-"

"There will be consequences if you do not listen to my suggestions, Harry."

Harry nodded and his feet moved mechanically through the halls of Clock Tower into his room.

"Show some enthusiasm, Harry."

"I can't."

"You will."

He did.

Mangekyo

It was three hours before Scathach simply disappeared from his room, leaving him sitting on his bed with a wand in his hand. He dressed himself with several waves and walked back to the now-full lounge.

Battlespells. In preparation. Everywhere.

Harry lent a portion of his magic toward a failing personal ward that Hector was casting.

"Professor Dumbledore", Harry smiled. A pensive look quickly entered his face as he thought of the Summer Fae.

"Professor. I believe, the First Blaze-"

"What is it, my boy?"

"I think-" He found his mouth unable to move, and a sort of pain enter his hand.

"Professor, have you thought of who to pass the First Blaze onto?"

Dumbledore gave him an encouraging smile. "The mantle of the Leader of the Light is quite important, my boy. I do believe there are several years left to my life, but when the time comes, I'm sure you will be a great successor."

"Thank you, Professor", Harry whispered, his heart sinking. He willed Dumbledore to read his mind with Legilimency, but the man seemed to be above the invasion of privacy.

"Gather around", Dumbledore's voice rang over the crowd that had appeared. "We are here today in order to get some of what we shall call preliminary planning out of the way." He frowned. "Lord Voldemort is quite a powerful individual, and from years of studying his habits, and the proper way to combat him, myself and the Order of the Phoenix bring you these information dossiers..."

Omake by Foonator

People keep reviewing "Wouldn't it be awesome if Alyssa Potter was a Dark Lord?" Well, here's your wish.

Alyssa Potter: the Dark Transgender

Disclaimer: Alyssa is not actually a transgender in this. I respect your life choices, but I don't know anything about how to write in relation to them.

Albus Dumbledore and the figure clothed in swirling black robes (despite the lack of wind) were opposite each other in the battlefield that was Hogwarts. Death and destruction was the order for today. The aged wizard lay broken and bloody on the ground as his wand soared through the air, landing in his opponent's hand.

"Why?" Dumbledore croaked, his breathing labored and his eyes full of shades of sorrow.

"Why would I spell my robes to swirl about my personage? Because such eccentricity is expected of people like me, of course. It gives me a certain measure of legitimacy. Besides, I like it. It really adds to the whole 'doom and gloom' theme I'm going for." The figure stopped to admire its clothing for a brief second.

The bottle green eyes glowed with a shade reminiscent of the Killing Curse - insane and powerful beyond belief - as they bored holes into Dumbledore's soul.

"I made sure to thank Snape before I transfigured him into toad and fed him to my snake. Slowly. I named my snake Ovid, did you know that? After his." A giggle accompanied the statement.

"But if you're asking why I would attack Hogwarts, the answer is simple. I needed to fight you. Beat you. Destroy you! You see, I've taken a passing fancy to your former wand. The moniker 'Master of Death' is far more pleasant than 'Voldemort', I think. Ever since I've received the Stone, I've realized that my Cloak was something more. I had to... catch 'em all."

The figure pulled back its hood. The smiling face of Alyssa Potter, beautiful in a timeless sort of way, loomed over Dumbledore.

"It's kind of funny, really. I'm supposed to be the... Girl-Who-Won, The Chosen One, the Servant of the Light, the- I'm sure you know all my titles, Albus. I can call you that, right? We're old friends, after all." She smirked. "Seriously though, I have even more hyphenations than Tom ever had. I'll chalk it to superiority in every aspect."

A secretive little grin began to make its way across her face.

"And that's why they never see anything I do coming."

The aged wizard writhed under her Cruciatus, thoroughly surprised at the sheer cruelty of the curse.

"I'm going to kill you, Albus. I'm going to rip my way through your mind. Like he would have. Then, I'm going to kill everyone who still resists. I'm a tad unsure on whether I want to take over Britain or not. Burning it down seems so much easier. It'll probably take a century or to before something trite and satisfying like world domination is possible. We both know that you are the only thing protecting the world from all the things that go bump in the night. I wonder what he would do? That other me is such an enigma, you see."

"Wh-who?"

"Why, Harry Potter, of course. The King of everything. I'm surprised you haven't noticed the little shifts in the fabric of reality. Those happen when he visits me."

"The breaking Dimensional Veil", Dumbledore exclaimed, horrified. "Wh-what have you done? Inviting something like that."

"I didn't even do it. Do you know the sheer extent of his power, Albus? Do you know how much power his Albus is supposed to have?"

She pondered that for a brief moment.

"I'll write out a list of things he's capable of later. But times a-wasting, and these fools wont kill themselves... unless I make them. I do love the Imperius Curse so very much. Something I'll consider later. Anyway, I bid you a good death and a happy afterlife. As for myself, I'll never die."

As she was raising the Elder Wand to proceed with the mind raping, she paused. "Oops. Almost forgot."

She reached into her robes and pulled out a... present?

She tossed him the package and urged him to open it. Seeing his life at an end anyway, he oppened it.

"...Socks?"

"Yep," she said with a shit eating grin. "Figured I'd thank you for inadvertently gather the Hallows. You'd better appreciate it too, it was such a pain writing out your full name. I hope they can make a gravestone big enough to put it AND all your titles on."

"Goodbye, Albus Percival Wul- ah fuck it. What does Harry say instead of Legilimens? Tsukuyomi!"