Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny in the Worlds ❯ Chapter THREE ( Chapter 4 )

"I'm bored yo!"

George was currently laid out across one of the many tables occupying the Gryffindor common room; this particular table happened to be one of the non empty ones and its current occupants were glaring daggers at him.

"And I want a god damn Cigarette!" Groaning he pushed himself up flipping the group the bird and saunter over to where his twin and some of the others were sitting. Classes were over for the day and Harry had been sent down for some "extra" lessons with Professor BatMan.

For some reason over the past week George had been really craving Muggle cigarettes which was strange cause no one in his family smoked and he had never touched the thing. It was starting to make him irritable and lash out at people he normally never would have.

Moving over to his twin George flopped down on the couch between him and Neville his whole body sagging as he lazed out in the seat. His uniform matched his personality now, none of it was on correctly and it looked like he had gone extreme lazy with it.

Dean looked up from where he was working on his home work dark sunglasses firmly in place on his face but he offered up a small smile. "Don't worry, you will be fine." Dean spoke out for one of the first time since they arrived at Hogwarts. "Fuck you…" George shot out throwing his head back over the back of the couch.

"What is going on with you?" Ron leaned forward in his seat looking at his older brother. George was always happy and bubbly, this sudden personality shift was disturbing to say the least. George sat up slightly a dark glare in now aquamarine eyes that glowed slightly. "Shut up yo unless you got a damn cigarette." He snapped and went back to glaring at the ceiling.

"Why do you want to smoke George, its well known how bad those things are for you." Hermione threw in glaring slightly at the older Weasley. "Hermione...It's never a good idea to antagonize someone going through withdrawals." Neville said softly his now brilliant glowing blue eyes shifting to look over to George easily spotting the foul mouthed Turk in him. 'It's also never a good idea to antagonize a Turk when their going through a withdrawal...' He threw in silently to himself. He had been back from the hospital wing for a few hours now; Tseng had talked to him for a good hour and a half explaining everything that he knew of was going on. Neville had come to terms with what was happening with him, he was Angeal Hewley, SOLDIER 1st class and second in command of the ShinRa Military. While he had his own demons to fight with now that his memories had been returned he was pushing them back to concentrate on what really mattered. Helping the friend he had abandoned back at ShinRa to repent for the sins that he and Genesis had unconsciously played a very large part in.

Hermione frowned even more as George glared at her more. "I want a god damn smoke! Wait...Doesn't one of the 6th year smoke?" He didn't wait for an answer before taking off up the boys dormitory steps. Students at Hogwarts generally weren't allowed to smoke though they still like in any school managed to smuggle the stuff in.

A minute later George reappeared the now stolen pack of wizard smokes in his hand. Not caring that he was still in doors or around people he plopped back down in the spot on the couch and pulled one of them out and lit it with the end of his wand. Taking a long drag he almost seemed to melt into the couch happily ignoring the disgusted looks Hermione was shooting him from across the table.

"Better?" Neville asked waving the smoke away from his over sensitive nose. He noticed now that he had woken up the Makoro in his system was starting to kick back in returning him to his former self. Tseng said that he would probably return faster as he had a lot more Makoro in his system than the Turk which his current state of change had taken two months. Right now it was small things, mainly his enhanced senses; he would need to work on his strength to return to his previous build and power. He would also need to find a replacement for his beloved buster sword; from what Tseng said it had passed through two hands since him. Zackary on his death bed had passed it onto the young cadet he was so attached to which had been the one to end Sephiroth's life.

It had upset him slightly to hear that his beloved buster sword, a sword his family's very honor was crafted into had been used to end his best friend's life.

Throwing the filter section of the used cig into the fire George sighed contently leaning across the couch with his head in his twins lap and feet kicked up over Neville. "Still bored yo...HEY!" He quickly sat up that 'I'm about to do something bad' smile crossing his face. "Let's go play Quidditch..." Fred sat up a little and looked to his brother a very puppy type grin spreading across his face, "Does it involve something exploding?" Neville looked over to Fred, he knew this was his puppy there was no way he could not know.

He wanted so badly to hug the boy and apologies for what he had forced his beloved student to do during his last days. He wanted to gain back the friendship that had kept the two so close through their days at ShinRa; but he couldn't...Not yet.

Tseng had made it very clear that the memories had to come back on their own, telling someone about their past life before the memories came back could confuse them and put them in denial since ShinRa was all but forgotten in this modern world. Thankfully if nothing else the one thing Angeal had an abundance of was patience, he would wait for his puppy to come back.

George grinned and nodded, "Bludgers only...One of them will be explosive and you won't know which one it is." Fred stood up pumping his first into the air. "Oh yeah! Count me in!" Hermione was staring at them in absolute horror, "Explosives! Fred, George are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Fred rolled his eyes throwing his arms behind his head once more causing Neville to smile fondly. "I fell several hundred feet into a church...I think I can handle a tiny explosion."

"Go grab your broom yo! Dean you in bro?" Dean nodded a slight smile pulling on his lips, George smiled turning to Neville he cocked a brow. "What about you commander?" Neville blinked and looked up at him seeing those bright aquamarine eyes. George smirked and winked at Angeal carding fingers through hair that was several shades brighter red then it had been a yesterday.

'Oh that sneaky ass Turk!' There was no denying it, Reno was fully awake he had just been hiding it.

"I might go for a round or two." Neville said pushing himself up, the two sitting on the couch across them from was just blinking stupidly; Neville never wanted to play regular Quidditch let alone when there was a chance of being seriously hurt.

"It's getting dark, the teachers won't let you out onto the grounds..." Hermione tried one last time in vain to get the group of impulsive boys to reconsider.

" 'mione...Shut the fuck up yo." George said before running up to his room to get the broom. Ron and Hermione both blinked in horror, never before had George ever acted like this. "Ron...What is going on?"

"I don't know...I think we should follow them." » § «

The sun was setting on the Quidditch pitch the sounds of explosions and laughter could be heard ringing through the pre-dusk air.

A loud explosion ripped through the air followed by almost maniacal laughter as Fred landed on his ass on the grass of the pitch. Sitting up Fred puffed out a huge ring of smoke his ginger hair standing up on end and black, his face was black with soot but he was grinning like an idiot. George was laughing like hell from above dodging another bludger as it streaked past him, "Nice face plant yo!"

Neville was sitting up on his broom chuckling softly as he was mainly now just watching but would participate. A small group had gathered in the stands of the pitch with a few of the braver souls having joined in. Honestly they were surprised it was just curious students that were up in the stands and no Professors had come down, those explosions should have been drawing some attention.

Ron had joined in one round but after seeing George get blasted clear across the field he had quickly backed out. "How the hell are they doing this?" He was watching Fred, George and Neville getting blasted off their brooms hitting the ground hard and get right back up where normally they would be rushing them to the hospital wing.

"I don't know, I haven't seen anything like this before." Hermione was shocked at what she was seeing. Watching Fred getting back up on his broom she blinked seeing a figure standing across the pitch from them.

"Ron..." Looking away from the new round he followed Hermione's gaze. "Who is that?" It wasn't a student that much was obvious.

A man stood watching the match in the stands directly across from them, he was dressed in black with a red leather duster that had black straps across the chest and the hip adding an almost sinister air to him. He had long fire auburn hair, his bangs were feathered around his face leading to shoulder length hair. His eyes though are what instantly caught both their attention; in the dying light the pale blue eyes were glowing.

"His eyes...They are just like Neville's and Harry's." Neville who was floating nearby instantly perked up at this and looked over. Instantly his eyes went wide and tears built up in them, brilliant smile in place he turned on his broom to face his childhood best friend fully.

"Genesis!"

Hearing his name Genesis looked over, a brilliant smile crossing his face. Holding up a finger he turned and started to race along the stands pushing his SOLDIER speed to his limit. Pushing his broom forward Neville landed on the benches next to Ron and Hermione waiting for the Crimson Commander to reach them.

"Neville, who is that?"

Smiling brightly he looked at the two as other students were moving over. "That is Genesis Rhapsodos..." Hermione's eyes went wide as that was the name both Harry and Neville had said during potions that morning. Before she could ask any more a crimson blur shot past them sweeping Neville up in a massive hug.

"Genesis my old friend, it is good to see you." Neville said happily as Genesis set him down once more.

"Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return." Neville smiled brightly shaking his head. "LOVELESS...You never change." Genesis smirked throwing his head arrogantly causing Neville to smile even more, Goddess how he missed his dear friend. "Of course not old friend." Moving Genesis sat on the railing in front of the small group his brilliant glowing eyes looking them all over. "'Geal, is it not considered rude to not introduce me to your new friends."

Rolling his eyes Neville moved over to the stunned group. " Gen, this is my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." Smiling Genesis gently took Hermione's hand laying a gentle kiss on the knuckles. "It is a pleasure Hermione." He gave her a dashing smile that had the young woman blushing clear to her toes. Ron's ears started to burn in jealousy but he didn't dare say anything, as far as he knew this was a fully trained wizard that could blast him across the pitch. "Yo! Commander Asshole!" George landed a brilliant smile on his face and moved up towards Genesis.

"Well well, look what the bandersnatch drug in...if it isn't a slum rat." Genesis stood with the grace of a dancer his attention now on George as he sauntered over. "I should have known you would not stay dormant for long."

"Fuck no snake!" smiling George moved over hugging the Ex-Commander tightly, before their deaths Genesis had become close with the group of Turks that still remained.

Pulling away Reno moved back over to his broom, the puppy was currently trying to wrangle in the still active bludgers. Looking down Neville shook his head and turned to looked at his dear friend. "How did you know?" Genesis smiled slightly ignoring the children that were gathered around them. "Old friend, have your forgotten that you are my brother through the Jenova project; your mother attributed to many of my cells...I felt when your own Jenova cells were reawakened."

"Jenova, you're saying we still have them?" Neville asked almost horrified to know the answer.

"I'm afraid so old friend." Genesis leap up with ease so that he was standing on the railing, "No matter the life, we will always be monsters." Neville frowned darkly at that before shaking his head. "No, we became monsters...Now is our chance to redeem ourselves and start anew. Regain our honor." Genesis couldn't help but smile seeing Angeal speaking through the young child like face.

"Yes, this is our time to repent for our sins."

"Neville, what is he talking about...Who are you?" Hermione stood up really looking over the man that was standing on the railing. Genesis tossed his head arrogantly once more that same arrogant smile playing on his lips.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess; we seek it thus and take to the sky. Ripples form on the waters surface, the wandering soul knows no rest."

"LOVELESS Act 1..." Hermione muttered shocked that this man was able to recite the balled so fluently and from memory. Genesis smirked reaching into his jacket withdrawing his beloved white leather bound book.

Instantly Hermione's eyes went as wide as saucers as she saw the beautiful gold script on the book. LOVLESS was now only found in poem books, the four short acts were not enough to cover two pages let alone an entire book. But here in front of her was a thick white leather bound book with the title LOVELESS.

"Where...Where did you get that?"

"I have had this since I was a child, it's a rare limited 1st edition copy of LOVELESS. My father acquired it shortly after it's printing."

"What the bloody hell is going on here, do you know what is going on with our friends?" Ron stood up moving to stand between Hermione and Genesis.

"All in due time, you would never make a good SOLDIER." A SOLDIER needed to have patience, which granted he wasn't the best example of that but he knew when to be still.

"SOLDIER, Harry mentioned that yesterday...What is SOLDIER?"

Genesis smiled raising his left hand. "We...Are...Monsters." Throwing his arm out a black wing burst from his left shoulder causing everyone to stagger back gasping loudly. Smirking darkly Genesis gave a massive flap of the wing and was airborne and gone several black silk feathers falling to the ground around them.

"You're a god damn show off Rhapsodos!" George called up watching the crimson figure vanish into the clouds. "Still as dramatic as ever I see."

"What the hell just happened?" Ron was shaking slightly there was no way a human should have a wing. Snickering George moved up to his baby brother and set a hand on his shoulder. "As Commander Jack-Ass said...All in due time." Pulling another cig he lit up heading back for the castle.

"Come on yo! Don't need the toad on us." » § «

Draco scowled as he regarded himself in the mirror, brilliant sapphire blue eyes looking over his features. Scowl darkening he threw open the tap and dunked his head under it soaking his gel slicked hair, running his finger through to break apart the thick clumps his hair had become after the gel dried.

His fingers were gently batted away and two pairs of stronger pianist fingers started to run through his hair breaking apart the thick strands and washing out the horrid substance he had put in it that morning. "Thank you." He kept his head under the thankfully warming water and received a gentle tug on his hair in return.

"Alright I believe that most of it has been washed out, you will need to take a proper shower later to rid it of the rest." Feeling a towel being draped over his head Draco stood up running the towel over his hair trying to get out all the excess water. "Remind me why I put such horrid stuff in my hair in the first place?"

There was soft chuckling from behind him, "I don't know sir, I am assuming it had something to do with Draco's vain personality." Making a noise Draco pulled the towel off looking back into the mirror pulling his bangs forward so they framed his face. "Well that changes now, Draco Malfoy is dead."

Turning away from the mirror Draco looked at the man that had practically raised him; a man that even after death had remained by his side, watching over him and guiding him over the past several months as he was assaulted by dreams and visions.

"I am Rufus ShinRa, and that is the only person I will ever be."

Tseng could not help but smile seeing that old fire returning to his old boss's eyes. "What are your plans now sir?" Rufus shifted so that he was now leaning back against the sinks his blue eyes regarding his head Turk. "You say that Harry Potter is Sephiroth?" Tseng nodded folding his arms over his chest and leaning up against the wall of the 2nd floor girls bathroom. "Yes, the Goddess is giving him a chance to repent for his past sins and regain his spot as silver WEAPON; at least that is what Genesis states."

A small frown crossed Rufus face hearing the name of the Ex-Commander. It was his desertion of ShinRa that had started the downward spiral that had led to Sephiroth's fall from grace. Even though Genesis had been healed of the degradation and thus the insanity that had driven him to do what he did, Rufus still was cautious around the volatile SOLDIER.

"Is it a good idea to once more have Commander Rhapsodos is such close proximity with Sephiroth?" he asked watching his head Turks reaction. He knew that Tseng was just as protective of Sephiroth as he was of him.

"From what I have spoken to Commander Rhapsodos I do not believe Sephiroth is in any danger. He no longer holds the insanity that drove him to commit the acts he did in the events prior to Nibelheim." Rufus nodded sliding a glance over to one of the stalls, he had a feeling they were being watched but he wasn't worried. This all would become public soon enough, if Dumbledore found out prior actually that could almost work towards their benefit. As long as none of the other Slytherins found out and went running to Voldemort this could greatly play in their favor.

"We will have to make sure that Dumbledore does not try and use Sephiroth." Tseng nodded slightly his own now steel colored eyes sweeping across the bathroom. "He will not take well to it if Dumbledore tries to use him as a pawn as Jenova did."

"How many of my Turks are awake?" Tilting his head slightly Tseng regarded the young man in front of him "Sephiroth is the only one that has not awoken yet. You and him are the last of our group to regain their sense of self. Zack awoke yesterday." And boy had that been a show, he had awoken during lunch and had instantly tackled Neville shouting Angeal over and over again.

They had thankfully been able to play it off as one of the Weasley's newest inventions going wrong, though that cow Umbridge had been itching to do something.

It had been over three weeks since they first arrived at Hogwarts and Umbridge had turned into a royal tyrant. There was talk about her possibly becoming some High Inquisitor to Hogwarts which would grant her even that much more power.

Tseng had been put under questioning and a full medical exam just yesterday since he had gone from being very dark skinned to his once more pale ivory skin tone though his eyes were still wide showing he wasn't fully done returning to his previous form. He may honestly never fully return as it seemed they were hanging onto some of their current life's bodies traits.

"We should head back sir, dinner will be starting and with Umbridge on the prowl we do not wish to be caught wandering the halls alone." Rufus nodded running fingers through his almost dry hair and headed out of the bathroom Tseng falling into perfect step behind him; just as he always had. » § «

Albus frowned deeply his eyes sweeping over the report Madam Pomfrey had given him when they reached the Great Hall for supper that evening. With Blaise rapid physical changes and the other changes some of his students were going through he had them all undergo a full medical evaluation to make sure it wasn't a potion or a curse that was causing this.

The findings were disturbing to say the least. All the children had been found to have an almost radioactive substance in their blood; they all had varying degrees of the substance infused. Draco had been found to have the least amount but still be impossible to remove it from his system without causing severe damage to his body.

Dean, Blaise, Luna, Ginny and George were found to all have roughly the same amounts in their system; much higher than Draco's with Blaise seeming to have the highest amount in his system. The substance in their blood was strong enough that when extracted it had started to burn through the vial.

Harry, Neville and Fred are what disturbed him the most; all three of them were going through the most rapid physical changes. All three now had eyes that glowed as bright as a Lumos Charm, their bodies had shot up a good several inches over the past three weeks as well as their bodies were starting to bulk up with muscles. Neville had turned into a walking juggernaut though he was still as gentle as the day he first walked into Hogwarts. Fred was not far behind him though wasn't nearly as tall (which he had been taller a few weeks ago) and not nearly as massive as Neville had become.

Their blood when it had been extracted had instantly burnt through the vial; Neville and Fred's had also burned part of the way through the bed, Harry's had gone through the bed and started to eat away at the solid stone floor.

Well that explained what Dolores had been complaining about when she said that Harry's punishment had been a flop. He knew about the blood quill but his hands were tied since the Ministry had taken so much of his power away as it was.

Even more disturbing was what Severus had reported to him after the only Occlumency lesson so far. Genesis Rhapsodos; a name that both Neville and Harry had known prior to the lesson and Harry had several memories that were not his own of the man. Dumbledore's eyes darkened as he looked to the Gryffindor table, the students several weeks had been abuzz about a strange auburn haired man that had possessed a single black wing going by the name of Genesis Rhapsodos. Neville and George were said to have recognized the man instantly and were overly familiar with the stranger who according to Miss. Granger had a full copy of the original LOVELESS, not simply the four small acts they knew of.

The man had not made an appearance since then but he had noticed three animagus wandering the ground over the past several weeks. The black wolf from the opening feast, a large blond wolf, and a sleek snow leopard with a strange black wing marking on its left shoulder.

Was it possible that as Severus suspected they had another Dark Lord on the rise that was targeting some of his students? If he was, there was no recognizable pattern. Harry he could understand, who would not want the Boy-Who-Lived to join their side? The others though, while they were close to Harry in some way but why was Ron and Hermione left out? Would they have not been the most logical choice being the closest to Harry out of all of them. Then there was Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini what role were they playing...

Setting his chin on steeple finger he allowed his eyes to look over the group. Over the past week the group had grown apart from their normal cliques and now sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, the two Slytherins included much to their fellow housemates and heads horror.

The group even among them was segregated he had noticed, one side of the table was always more filled than the other and it was always the same people in the same order. On one side the table it was always Dean, George, Draco, Blaise, Luna and then Ginny; across from them it was always Harry, Neville and Fred. Blaise seemed to be the only one of the group that would switch up sides; some days he would be sitting next to Draco others he would move to sit next to Harry.

As he looked at the boys he couldn't help but notice that they no longer looked like the boys that has arrived on the Hogwarts express just a few short weeks ago. It was amazing really as he watched them interacting with one another.

Seeing George getting that 'I'm about to be sneaky' grin across his face he sat up slightly wondering what the Weasley was about to do. He had been one of the more noticeable to change physically. While he was known for the shock of ginger hair as all Weasley's were known for, his hair now was nearly the color of most Muggle fire trucks and had for the most part been cut so that it stood up in strange red spikes, though a small tail had been left at the base of his skull, his eyes had changed to a bright aquamarine that glowed faintly and a red mark had appeared under each eye. he also now sported a pair of goggles on his forehead where ever he went.

Knowing he was about to die but he was bored George waited until Harry was busy speaking with the puppy before snatching the last can of energy drink from Harry's side of the table. Knowing he had about two seconds to run for his life George leap to his feet and bolted for the head table knowing if nothing else he could dive under it for some protection.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye Harry whipped around just in time to see his last precious can of crack being stolen by the damn red headed slum rat. "Oh you are so fucking dead slum rat!" Leaping over the table Harry saw the damn rat was running for the safety of the teachers table. "Oh I don't think so..." He felt power building in his left hand, not thinking about what he was doing only that he needed to stop the slum rat Harry threw his arm forward a blinding green light shooting from it.

Feeling the hair rise on the back of his neck George threw himself to the ground; the sound of metal slicing through the air whistling over head where his head would have been only seconds before.

Hearing people scream and loud gasps George looked up and felt his jaw drop to the ground.

Stuck in the solid stone wall jutting out between a horrified looking McGonagall and Snape who had thrown himself back into Flitwick was a massive seven foot Nodachi rocking gently from side to side. "Holy shit watch where the hell you're throwing that THING yo!" George shouted, he was so used to having Masamune thrown at him it didn't even faze him that Harry had somehow summoned the massive blade once more.

Blinking rapidly memories started to flood into Harry's mind as he slowly walked up onto the stage, his eyes never once leaving the sword sticking out from the wall. Ignoring the teachers which were telling him not to touch it he reached out gripping the handle. His eye flickered and slowly softened as his fingers ran almost lovingly along the thick black leather wrapping. "Masamune..." Gripping the handle he ripped it from the wall listening to the sweet sound the metal made as it cut through the air. To those that appreciated swords it sounded like the beautiful blade was singing.

The group at the end of the table was all cautiously standing their eyes never once leaving Harry; George slowly pushed himself to his feet his eyes staying on Harry. "General?" He asked tentatively last thing he needed was to end up like Cloud shish-kabobbed on the end of that sword.

Harry hearing this slowly lowered his beloved Masamune it resting just above the ground in his left hand; the long sword easily balanced in his hand betraying it's nearly thirty pound weight.

"I thought you Turks were smarter than that, or was I underestimating my nii-san's second in command." Reno's eyes widened as they shinned happily, he watched as Sephiroth stood his hand outstretch and Masamune simply vanished into the hole only Gaea knew where he hid that thing.

Ignoring the sputtering teachers behind him Harry cocked his head slightly allowing his eyes to look over those he had known so long ago before his insanity. Hopping down from the stage he moved over to Reno seeing he still had a hold of his energy drink. Before the Red headed Turk could even blink a fist shoved itself into his gut. Gasping Reno fell to his knee's clutching his stomach as he tried to get his air back.

Smirking just slightly Harry grabbed hold of the energy drink as Reno fell to the ground. "Should know by now...Never touch my crack."

Laughing Reno nodded still clutching his side trying to get his wind back. "Whatever you say General Hotness yo..." Smiling brightly Tseng moved out from the table and pulled Sephiroth into a tight hug, "Welcome back otouto." He whispered. "Let's go outside for some air..." He shot Sephiroth a meaningful look knowing that teachers were starting to come out of their shock.

Sephiroth nodded his eyes looking up and locking with Dumbledore's, they darkened slightly knowing the man would try and pull something...He had been since they had first shown up at Hogwarts this year.

"Hey Seph, I'll race ya outside."

Turning slightly Sephiroth smiled seeing the man that he had let down the most by his betrayal at Nibelheim.

"Do you really think you can beat me puppy?" Zack smiled widely before jumping to his feet and was off down the hall at a dead sprint, black and red robe billowing out behind him. clenching his fingers Sephiroth relished in the feel of having a solid body that was his own once more. He knew what this chance meant, this was the only chance he had to redeem himself for the madness he had caused when Jenova had over taken his mind. the last chance to have the semblance of a normal life...Last chance to be with the one he loved.

Shaking those thoughts from his head he turned and sprinted after Zack. He would deal with that later right now he was going to enjoy the simple fact...He was alive...