Let's see what I can do with this…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter of Final Fantasy VII.
Chapter One
"HARRY!"
"HARRY!"
The voices were calling to him, but Harry Potter couldn't answer. Not for some spiteful reason, but because he couldn't hear them, all he could hear was the soft words in his ear. The soft voice that was begging him to do as she bid, and that all he wanted to do, but they wouldn't let him.
To understand this, we must go back. Back to when it all began…
It was the 31st of October of course, because nothing good can happen on the day all things went wrong. When Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter. When a troll nearly killed several students. When one wrong ingredient nearly killed Hermione Granger. When Ron Weasley was attacked in his own bed. When Harry Potter was entered in a fatal tournament. And now, in History of Magic.
It started off normal, no one listening to Professor Binns but the most dedicated of students and Hermione. Then, class got interesting. Professor Binns actually brought something of great interest to class.
"Now of course this happened thousands of years ago, way before there were wands, back when all there was, was materia. This 'materia' remains to be one of the most powerful magical artefacts still in existence." He droned.
This actually got peoples attention, how couldn't it, an ancient civilizations power? What a sight.
"In fact, I have some with me, right now." This got even more attention, "Here," he held up a small black ball, "Of course, it's empty, all actual magical energy has long gone dispersed into the air. However, materia always holds that miniscule spark of magical energy, just waiting for the day when it can be refilled and used once again. Of course, that's impossible, we have long lost the knowledge of such practises."
"Excuse me, sir?" Harry Potter interrupted, "May we hold it?"
"Why of course, Mr Postman. All you had to do was ask, come up here and have a touch." Professor Binns told him.
And to the envy of all other Gryffindors in the classroom, Harry Potter did get to touch the materia. However, that envy didn't last for long.
You see, that just wasn't any old materia, that was the One Winged Angel of Death's materia. Sephiroth. And that tiny spark of materia, was so happy to find someone whose energy it would be compatible with, so happy that it poured all of it's left over energy into the boy who was holding it.
It turns out, that Harry Potter, well, the Potter blood to be exact, had the slightest traces of Jenova. And that tiny bit of materia, activated his geostigma. Which in turn, activated Sephiroth's genes inside of him.
Which brings us to the beginning.
"Mother?"
"HARRY!"
"Mother?"
"HARRY!"
"Carry… my… will..."
"HARRY!"
"Mother?"
"Carry… my… will…"
"HARRY!"
"I will, Mother."
Green eyes snapped open, yes, the beginning of the end.
Let's see how this turns out, hmm?