Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny in the Worlds ❯ Chapter TWO ( Chapter 3 )

Hearing solid footsteps moving up the stairs Genesis turned in the chair he was sitting in watching as the blond moved back up into the room. Double taking Genesis looked down at the Rolex on his wrist and then back up at Cloud.

"Either Tseng turned into a minute man or you didn't get busy in the Forbidden Forest."

Cloud narrowed a dark glare at the Ex-Commander and moved to sit on the bed next to where they had set up the old ShinRa laptops. For being ten thousand years old they were still better technology wise then the super computers of the day. Humans after the loss of Makoro power had started to de-evolve, so far behind what ShinRa had produced the world had not been prepared for the series of earthquakes that ravaged the planet for the next few hundred years.

Billions of people died as the quakes caused the continental plates to crack and break apart creating the land masses that the world knows of today. Those that had survived were forced to start anew, the technology of their ancestors lost. The world was reborn anew...Starting once more from the beginning.

For ten thousand years Minerva's chosen weapons walked the earth fighting battles that threatened to destroy humanity and the planet. During time of peace Crimson WEAPON, Golden WEAPON and Chaos would return to a form of suspended animation awaiting the time when they were needed once more.

About four hundred years ago they were reawakened to help fight war after war that threatened to destroy the planet, only now...They would not return to suspended animation. Now they had a new task...To watch over Gaea’s final WEAPON...Silver WEAPON.

Alongside the revival of Silver WEAPON those that had been struck down in their prime were given the chance to be reborn alongside him to fight once more. Only a small handful of them had accepted the Goddess proposal.

Now they were simply waiting for their memories to return and their bodies to once more take on the form their soul's once resided in.

"Unlike you Genesis, I have a little more tact than fucking my partner in the middle of public."

Genesis actually flushed some and turned back to the screens. "That was once and it was Sephiroth's fault."

"Take two to tango Gen..."

"Shut it Chocobo."

Snorting Cloud pulled out the parchment that Tseng had given him only ten minutes ago and started to leaf through them.

"What's that?" Genesis turned back from the laptop hearing the rustling of paper. Vincent moved into the room towel thrown over his head having just gotten out of the shower. He really was beating himself up for that terrible slip tonight in the Great Hall, he was way off his game.

"Tseng did our job for us." Cloud said holding up the papers. Walking over Vincent plucked the papers from Cloud's hand and sat down in one of the unbroken chairs.

"Harry James Potter – Sephiroth. Age: 15 birthday July, Parents Lily and James Potter both deceased...Living with mother's sister. Gryffindor 5th year prone to breaking school rules and getting in trouble. Average student grade wise but always seems to attract the wrong type of trouble, extreme hero complex strong sense of right and wrong." Flipping to the next sheet he shook his head, even in this life Sephiroth lost his parents before he ever knew them.

"Neville Longbottom..."

"What kind of name is that? Where the hell do these wizards come up with these?" Vincent ignored Genesis as Cloud started to laugh. "Neville Longbottom – Angeal. Age: 15, birthday July, Parents Alice and Frank Longbottom – Torture to insanity currently residing in a mental ward at Saint Mungo's.."

"Angeal..." Genesis turned away his eyes looking at the empty Great Hall. So far it seemed like the past was repeating itself.

"Living with Grandmother. Gryffindor 5th year, timid and shy...Lacks self confidence and is easily picked on by students and teachers alike. Below average grades but excelled greatly at Herbology."

Genesis groaned leaning back in his chair. "My friend the fates are cruel..." Both men snickered hearing this. Genesis would tell them stories about Angeal and Sephiroth during their days at ShinRa and Angeal was well known to be a plant lover much to Genesis annoyance.

" Draco Malfoy – Rufus ShinRa. Age: 15, Birthday June, Parents Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy – Known Death Eaters..." Vincent frowned down at the paper, that could mean serious trouble for them if Rufus followed in his new parents footsteps. "Slytherin 5th year prefect, arrogant, cocky spineless most the time but acts big. Raciest and bigoted...Sounds like our good old Rufus to me."

That was an understatement, seems like Minerva had thrown Rufus right back into the life he had prior.

"Ginny Weasley – Cissnei. Age: 14, birthday August, Parents Arthur and Molly Weasley youngest of seven children, only girl. Gryffindor 4th year, strong willed slightly meek towards people above her in age and status. Sharp tongue and sharp wit."

"Sounds like Cissnei." Genesis said, he was the only one out of the three that had known Cissnei personally as she had been killed before Meteor.

"Fred – Zack & George – Reno Weasley, Twins Age 17, Birthday April 1st (quite ironic because they are both extreme pranksters)" the three all laughed at Tseng's little side note about the irony of their birthday. "Gryffindor 7th years, sarcastic well like, largest pranksters Hogwarts has seen since the Marauders inventors with a scary wit..."

"Reno yes...Zack no..."

Cloud picked up an old pillow and threw it at the ex-commander. "Zack was very intelligent..." He grumbled before flopping down on the old moth eaten bed spread.

"One more...Luna Lovegood – Elena. Age: 14 birthday September: Parents Xenophilius Lovegood, mother deceased, Ravenclaw 4th year. Spacey, eccentric but very aware of her surrounding and spot things no one would ever suspect or think about."

Cloud nodded slightly from his spot on the bed, "Yeah...That sounds like a very young Elena." She was always very clumsy as a new Turk and always seemed to get captured easily during the chase for Sephiroth.

"What Tseng didn't list himself? What a kill joy..." Moving over to bed Genesis collapsed next to Cloud resting his head on his stomach. Nanaki looked up from his spot on the end of the bed and yawned widely shaking out his long mane, "It should not be long until they awaken..." Reaching down Cloud absently ran his hands through two separate red manes. Over their long life the three had grown as close as brothers having to rely on each other for protection and sanity...Though with Genesis quoting Loveless all the time that really tested the sanity portion of it. » § «

To say that this day was starting out a lot better than yesterday was an understatement all onto itself. So far this morning was bloody fucking fantastic! No one talked to him (while normally this would piss him off he didn't mind cause no bitching about the prophet) he had some basic sugar in his system and he hadn't had to put his glasses on all morning. Oh and he had fucked with that horrible toad last night; that was always a huge bonus.

When Ron and Hermione had asked about his punishment last night he has simply shrugged and walked off smiling knowingly. He wasn't about to tell them that something had happened last night to turn his blood into acid! Hell he was still trying to figure out exactly how that had happened; at the time he hadn't been to worried about it, but now he was a little disturbed by it. Had he walked through some radioactive waste that he didn't know about? Was he turning into fucking SuperMan? Or was that he Hulk? Wait no that was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...

Shaking his head violently Harry went back to eating, his mind was going all over the place today and into some pretty disturbing places.

Hearing the sound of metal setting itself on the table Harry looked up blinking seeing a can of Muggle energy drink set down in front of him.

Ron looked up from his breakfast a dark frown marring his face as he glared darkly at the two Slytherins standing behind Hermione. Blaise simply smiled a very small smile as he set a second one down in front of the glowing eyed Silver General. Malfoy was surprisingly being silent behind him watching this curiously, silver/blue eyes sliding between Blaise and Harry.

"Zabini, what the bloody hell are you doing over here?" Blaise ignored him setting a third down in front of Harry who was now looking like Christmas had came early.

"Harry don't even think of drinking…Those…" Hermione frowned seeing Harry already downing the first one. "Don't worry Granger...They aren't poisoned, and even if they were his body would kill off any poison." A small secretive smile cross Blaise lips before he and the still silent Malfoy walked off back to the Slytherin table.

"Bloody hell did he mean by that."

Seeing the two were now looking at him; not lowering the second can from his lips Harry shrugged going back to chugging. Frowning Hermione reached out to pick up the final can that was sitting on the table. Her fingers were just brushing the aluminum when a butter knife was suddenly stabbed into the table only centimeters from the web of her index and middle finger.

Screaming she jerked her hand back looking at the dull knife that was thrust into the hard wood table with enough force to bend the silver utensil and splinter the table. Panting Hermione looked up seeing the darkest glare ever in Harry's eyes; those still feline-like eyes sending a shiver of pure dread down her spine.

"Don't touch..." Harry growled grabbing the third can and popping it open. Pinning her with another death glare Harry returned to his liquid crack ignoring the horrified looks of most his fellow Gryffindors.

Finishing it off he ignored Ron's enraged sputtering as he comforted Hermione who was crying silently. "I'm heading down to potions." Picking up his bag he turned and left the hall.

Up at the head table Dumbledore slid a side long look at Severus nodding ever so slightly. It looked like they were going to have to start these new lessons with Harry much sooner than they had originally anticipated. These personality changes had gone from strange to dangerous, they needed to rule out any possibility of Voldemort controlling his mind. » § «

The potion classroom was surprisingly quiet as Severus moved in; while normally this would have pleased him greatly, the fact this was the 5th years made him uneasy. Because of the ministry all the houses had been combined based upon their year saying it was more efficient and they could get more time in for the classes that truly mattered.

Sweeping into the classroom his dark brown eyes swept along the students, they were all seated in their normal seats (with the exception of Granger and Weasley who were sitting well away from Potter who was surprisingly sat next to Neville) and all staring at Potter's table.

Walking up the small aisles between the desks he came to stop just shy of Potters table his eyes instantly falling on exactly what was causing everyone to stop and stare.

Sitting innocently on Potter's table was a strange purple and white fruit; it almost appeared to be some form of apple. Sitting next to it just as innocently was a sleek long black feather, it's fibers almost seemed to glow a faint green in the low lights of the potions room.

Reaching out Harry gently picked the long flight feather up his fingers running almost lovingly over the silken feather.

"What is it Professor?" Hanna asked, Severus shook his head slightly honestly he had no idea what it was he had never seen a fruit like that before. "Mr. Weasley, go fetch Madam Sprout..."

"It's a Banora white."

Startled Severus turned back seeing Harry holding the fruit gently in his fingers those feline-like eyes regarding it with something akin to fondness. "My friend your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the Goddess." Neville chuckled softly next to him rolling his eyes as did Malfoy and Dean across the room, Blaise looked highly amused from his seat next to Malfoy.

Lowering the apple flashes of an auburn haired man in a long red leather duster flashed through Harry's mind. "Genesis…" Neville whipped around brilliant glowing blue eyes looking at him along with every other eye in the classroom.

"Gen...Genesis Rhapsodos..." Neville said softly his fingers plucking the apple from Harry's hands. A vision of a young auburn haired teen climbing an arched tree covered in these crossed in front of his vision.

Bright pale blue eyes smiled down at him as he tossed a ripe apple down to him."When we get to Midgar and become SOLDIER I'll share my famous cider with Sephiroth!" The young teen leap down an arrogant smile firmly in place. "Excited Angeal?"

Brilliant dark blue glowing eyes widened as pain ripped through his skull memories slamming into him all at once.

Clutching his head Neville slowly sank down to the floor before passing out cold on the potions room floor. » § «

Glancing up pale Makoro eyes turned staring almost unseeing in the direction of the castle.

"Angeal's awake…" » § «

"Hey he's waking up!"

With a soft groan brilliant Makoro glowing eyes blinked open before slamming shut at the over blinding light bouncing off the white walls.

"Hold on Neville..." The sound's of blinds being drawn reached over sensitive ears making him flinch; oh how long it had been since his hearing was back to SOLDIER strength. Blinking his eyes open once more Neville looked around the room.

He was currently lying in one of the many hospital bed's lining the walls of the dreaded hospital wing. Many of his fellow Gryffindors were situated around his bed all smiling down at him.

"Bloody hell mate, are you alright?" Ron was sitting down on the edge of the bed with Hermione next to him. Dean sunglasses firmly in place was on the other side standing with his hands folded together in front of him with Seamus standing by his side looking at him like he was off his rocker. Harry though he noticed was missing.

"I'm alright, what happened?" Neville pushed himself up so that he was sitting up in the bed; his head felt like he had been clobbered by a cave troll.

"You said someone's name and then grabbed your head and collapsed, scared everyone even Professor Snape, half to death." Hermione moved so that she was sitting next to him. "Neville what happened?"

Frowning slightly Neville glanced down at his hands, memories had been assaulting his mind ever since potions class. He knew who he was...He knew what he was; but there was so many conflicting emotions...Neville and Angel battling for dominance.

Looking up at his friends he shook his head, best to play ignorant for now until he could figure out what was going on and get these two personalities straightened out.

"I don't know, I don't remember any of it. Sorry guys..." He gave them what he hoped was a sheepish smile.

"What did I tell you four; you need to go back to class." Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office shooing them out.

The group sighed knowing that there was no way that they were going to get out of this one. "We'll talk to you later Neville, you know Hermione will have notes waiting for you." Hermione rolled her eyes smacking Ron on the shoulder as they headed out of the ward.

Madam Pomfrey bustle around him checking him over for a few minutes before heading off to inform Dumbledore that the boy was alright.

"Looks like spending your entire life with Genesis has given you the acting abilities of a LOVELESS avenue star."

Blinking Neville looked over towards the shadows; he did not realize another person was in the room. He couldn't help but smile though as he recognized that monotone voice. "Commander Tseng..."

Smiling slightly Tseng stepped out of the shadows from which he had been hiding since Neville was brought up here. Silently he moved over to the bed the now Ex-SOLDIER was sitting up in. "It's Director now actually…Welcome back Angeal..." » § «

"Hey Harry..."

Hearing that soft voice Harry turned, leveling his Makoro eyes on none other than Cho Chang. "Oh hello Cho..." Turning back he headed towards the dungeon; Dumbledore had requested that he begin a new class...With probably the worst professor in the world to teach it. Cho he was surprised matched his step keeping side by side with him.

"How are you doing?" She asked absently brushing her hair back behind her ear. Tilting his head to the side slightly he looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "I have been better." It was true; ever since Neville collapsed in Potions his head had been filled with images of an auburn haired man; most of them had been happy...Others...A little on the disturbing side.

'Why the hell am I having visions of a man naked and begging me to take him?' That thought sent a shiver down his spine; last time he checked he didn't find men attractive, so why now?

To add on top of that he was now heading down to Professor Snape's office for his first lesson in something they called Occlumency. Dumbledore believed that something or someone was controlling his thoughts and after his little show of aggression against Hermione at breakfast they felt it was best to start the training now instead of later like they had planned.

He loved how they kept this type of thing from him until things got to the part where they couldn't be ignored anymore.

"I'm sorry to hear that, well...I'll see you later." Cho gave him a soft smile and moved away heading back for her own common room. a small frown pulled at Harry's face, last year he had wanted nothing more than to have her paying attention to him; now, it actually was kind of annoying.

'Looks like I really need this lesson, I don't know what the hell is going on with me.'

Walking silently down towards Snape's office he felt his chest starting to constrict with dread starting to fill his stomach. Something about the hallway was causing something deep in him to scream in agony.

"Am I...A human being?"

"No such luck...You are a monster..."

"….Iroth, you were the greatest monster created by the Jenova Project."

Gasping his knees gave out under him sending him crashing to the ground.

"You are special...Iroth, you will become a living god! You will destroy all those unworthy!"

Panting hard he barely registered the hand grabbing his upper arm roughly and pulling him to his feet. "Potter!" Feeling someone shaking him Harry blinked back tears that were building in his eyes. Rubbing his eyes he looked up finding himself face to face with Snape.

"Looks like the Headmaster was correct after all. Hurry up Potter." Moving his grip down to Harry's wrist Severus all but dragged the boy the rest of the way down to his office. He had been coming back from a meeting with Albus about the very boy when he had found him collapsed on the ground clutching his head muttering that he was not a monster, Jenova and 'mother'. Looks like what ever had control of his mind was gaining more and more control by the minute.

Moving into his office he moved Harry over to one of the few chairs and pushed the boy into it. "Professor Dumbledore has asked me to instruct you in the art of Occlumency; he fears that through the connection you share with the dark lord that these new personality traits might be his influence. Occlumency will teach you to block your mind from any intrusion."

"Dumbledore thinks Voldemort is doing this?" This didn't seem like the thing Voldemort would do, this was too 'mild' to be him...

"Yes he does, now...I will enter your mind and you will try and expel me...Now…Prepare yourself."

Before Harry could even blink he heard Snape shouting a spell and the next thing he knew memories were flying past his very eyes. Growling Harry could feel him there in his mind picking and pulling at the memories bringing up the most embarrassing ones he could find on his way through. He had just managed to get a lock on Snape's magical signature when the memories shifted...No longer was he at Hogwarts...No these were his dreams.

The memories stopped flying past instead locking onto one allowing it to play out in front of his eyes in amazing detail. Harry moved away from Snape's magical signature; this was a dream he had never seen before.

Two young men stood before him dressed in identical purple high neck sleeveless shirts and baggy pants, around their waist they wore a belt with a strange insignia carved into the stiff leather. Attached to it was a harness that kept two harden leather pauldrons on their shoulders.

The one on the right was large both in height and sheer size with neck length black hair; brilliant glowing Makoro blue eyes and a small goatee on his chin. The other was a younger version of the auburn haired man that had been invading his thoughts all day.

"General, let me introduce you to your newest 2nd class." A blond man with glasses in a dark blue pinstripe jacket stood beside him. "Sergeant Angeal Hewley." The larger of the men gave a crisp salute before going back to a rested position. "General sir..." 'Was that Neville's voice?'

"And Sergeant Genesis Rhapsodos." The red head gave him an arrogant smile, those pale blue eyes traveling up his form. "My friend your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the Goddess." The man's voice was like smooth silk. Angeal rolled his eyes next to him and slapped Genesis on the back of the head. "Forgive him General, he's obsessed with LOVELESS."

The memory faded away only to be replaced by another one.

Genesis sat before him on his desk obscuring him from doing the mountain of paperwork that had been dumped on him. Now though the man was dressed in black with a long thick crimson leather coat and black pauldrons on his shoulders.

"Genesis…I am quite busy, Lazard needs these missions reports." Genesis laughed softly crossing his legs and gently resting his elbow on a crossed knee his chin coming to rest on his palm, in his other hand he held a purple and white fruit...A Banora white. "I have a better idea, how about we lock the door and make use of that new couch ShinRa bought you."

Harry was almost grateful that memory shifted when it did, that was one of those disturbing dreams that had been plaguing him.

As the next memory began he almost wish it had stayed on the sexual situation...

"Am I…A human being?"

"No such luck...You are a monster."

Turning he was greeted once more by the sight of Genesis, only now he looked as if he had aged horribly, while his face still appeared young markings were running up along the side of his neck; his once vibrant hair was now streaked with grey...Even his jacket appeared to be losing its color. But what stood out among all of it was the massive black wing sprouting from his left shoulder.

"…Iroth. You were the greatest monster created by the Jenova Project."

"Genesis…So you are alive!" He knew that voice, it was the voice of the young man from his dream, the one with the spiky black hair...It was Fred's voice!

Genesis smirked arrogantly raising a hand to his face running the leather glove over decaying skin. "I suppose I am, if you can call this living."

"What is the Jenova Project?"

That arrogant smile returned full force as Genesis once more returned his attention to Harry, his glowing pale blue eyes were insane looking.

"The Jenova Project, was the term used for all experiments…Relating to the use of Jenova's cells."

"My Mother's...Cells?"

Genesis move throwing his arms open his next words coming in a mocking tone. "Poor little...Iroth, you've never actually met your mother. You've only been told her name, no?" He sat down on a rise of metal steps as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"I don't know what images you've conjured up in your head, but..."

"Genesis no!"

"Jenova was excavated from a 2000-year-old rock layer...She's a monster."

Pain...Betrayal...Heartache all of those ripped through Harry as the memory shifted once more. The dream changing to one he was familiar with, but this time It was different...He wasn't the one looking out of those eyes...He was now looking at himself...

Flames roared all around him, fueled by the town that was set aflame and the bodies of slain men, women, and children all around his feet.

A figure dressed in a long black leather duster and thigh length platinum silver hair stood amongst the flames. A sword easily as long as the person was tall was held in his left hand dripping with the blood of those slain around him.

Slowly the figure lifted their head; long silver arched bangs blowing across their face from the force of the wind the fire created. Raising his head all the way up he was met by brilliant glowing green feline-like eyes that shinned with pure murderous insanity.

"SEPHIROTH!"

Gasping Harry fell onto the cold flag stone floor; his whole body trembling as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. Sephiroth...That was the name everyone had been calling him in those dreams...That man, that insane man standing in the flames covered in blood had the same eyes he now did. He was almost afraid now to know what these dreams meant, what connection he had with the unearthly silver haired man in the flames.

Slowly Harry lifted his head almost afraid to see what his Professor's reaction was. Swallowing hard he met those dark black eyes of his professor; he was shocked to see horror in those depths.

Severus could only stare in shocked horror, never in his life had he ever seen anything like this. Those weren't dreams as the boy believed them to be, but memories...Suppressed and hidden memories that had been brought to light with the first memory of the auburn haired man...Genesis Rhapsodos.

That was the same name Neville had said right before he collapsed.

He needed to speak with Dumbledore immediately, if what he saw was true...They had another more powerful Dark Lord on the rise.