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Memories, Harry found, were stupid.

They just refused to leave, even when it's logical they should. Even when Mother took them away, some still popped up. Even now that he had died, hopefully for the last time in a while, and been reincarnated, his memories were still there! Actually, they're back! All of them!

All.

Of.

Them.

He groaned and looked up at the ceiling of his cupboard. He had woken up too early today, and couldn't seem to go back to sleep. His aunt wouldn't come to wake him up for at least another hour, and he would be in trouble if he went out of his cupboard, leaving him with his thoughts. Stupid dream that woke him up. He should be used to it! It was just a dream of him and Angeal and Genesis! Just because it made him feel terrible and….and guilty….and then furious, I mean, how could they just leave then Angeal just decided to die and Genesis-

There was a ripping sound as the piece of the blanket he was gripping tore. He took a deep breath to calm down. His body was still somehow enhanced, at least a little. It was nowhere near his strength before but it was something at least. But because of that his blanket had little rips everywhere, which wasn't good as this was his only one.

This was why he had wanted Mother to take away his memories completely. Because they hurt. A lot. He didn't want to remember his dead friends. Comrades. Enemies. Friends. He huffed. Whatever. He heard his family moving upstairs and sat up. His aunt would be banging on his door soon.

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27 years old, maybe, it was hard to keep track in the Lifestream, Sephiroth was sitting in front of the pool to the living, watching different things play out while Mother planned their next attack. Once upon a time he had helped Mother, but lately he hadn't cared enough to. He would just go along with Mother's plan, as stupid as it probably would be. Mother never seemed to grasp how people acted.

There was footsteps behind him, or the imitation of footsteps as you don't really walk in the Lifestream, and Sephiroth cocked his head a little to see who it was. It was Fair's girlfriend, the Cetra girl. He scowled and turned his focus back to the pool.

"Sephiroth I-" She began, before her voice was washed out. He blinked, but didn't look back. He knew that she was still talking, but Mother had stopped her words from getting to him. Mother did this every time the Cetra girl came to this part of the Lifestream, as if Mother was worried what the Cetra girl would say to him. He huffed under his breath and looked back a little, to see if she was even still there. She was smiling as her mouth moved with no sound before looking at him intently, obviously expecting a reaction. He just shrugged. It seemed like a good neutral response. The girl smiled again and mouth what he thought was a "Thank you."

Sephiroth blink and wondered what the girl thought he had agreed to before the world went black.

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A few months old, Harry Potter was happier than ever. He had a mom who was so much nicer than Mother, and a father who doesn't hurt him like Hojo. It was nice, things were good. He even had more than a mom and a dad! He had Uncles Padfoot, Loony, Wormtail and Frank! He had Aunts Alice and Molly! He never had uncles or aunts before!

Who cares if he still had his adult memories? He finally had a family, he didn't care how he had gotten it.

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A year old, Harry was devastated. He was quiet and almost completely still. His aunt and uncle talking about him quietly, as if he couldn't hear them. He would of scowled at their stupidity under different circumstances.

How could life do this to him? Take away his family, again, but this time make him aware of the time he had with them, making his loss so much worse.

He quietly accepted the cupboard and the less, but not by much, food at meals. He just didn't care.

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Two years old and Harry was a little devil child, making his cousin fear him and his aunt and uncle to hate him even more than they would have. But nothing more than normal punishments happened. He got spanked, that left bruised to his embarrassment, and he got time outs, sometimes for the whole day, but they didn't seem anything less than normal.

It annoyed him, sure, that his cousin got less punishments for the shit that he did, but he accepted it. While Dudley was a terror in his own right, Harry was causing more problems. It wasn't bad, almost nice, and he was starting to have fun, now that he could walk.

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Four years old, and Harry made the pot of water boil in yelling match with his aunt. Now, maybe that wouldn't seem weird until you realized that the pot was on the counter on the other side of the room and had no access to the stove.

Both Harry and his aunt froze, looking at the pot that was slowly calming down. Then his aunt glared at him and dragged him to his cupboard, hard enough to leave bruises if he was a lesser boy, and threw him in there. Harry heard the lock, but he didn't care.

How did he do that? Did he retain some materia abilities? He felt like he was forgetting something, from when his parents were alive, but his memories of that time were fading like most childhood ones do. Seems even his adult memories couldn't stop the quick fading.

He didn't know what he did, but he did realize that his aunt and uncle didn't like it. Suddenly he was locked in his cupboard for days at a time, his food got cut by half, and he started to be treated like a slave. Whenever he did something bad, he got punished twice as hard.

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Five years old, Harry did something mysterious. His uncle hit him, making him wish for his sword.

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Eight years old and Harry tried to run away. He couldn't do that in the labs, being as trapped as he was, but now he was only as tapped as he made himself.

Or so he thought, he got to the city and was just realizing that he had no money, no food, no nothing, when somebody grabbed his arm. He jumped, startled, wondering where he came from. He had built back up his observing powers over the last few years and made sure to at least note the people passing around him on the sidewalk.

How had this shaggy looking man, with scars on his face, sneak up on him?

The man looked at him sadly as Harry tried to tug away, and as he was cursing his lack of strength in this body, the man reached into his coat and pulled out-

Harry gasped and woke up back on Privite Drive, in the playground down the street from the house. Now he was absolutely curious and gave himself a new mission- find out what the hell was happening.

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Now, on his eleventh birthday, Harry stood in front of the stove, cooking breakfast like he did every day.

He had been looking forward to this day. After he ran away for the day when he was eight, his aunt and uncle kept a close eye on him, making sure that he did all of his chores in their sights. After a few months, they let down their guard and he was able to sneak back into the city.

There he found the Leaky Caldron. And in turn, the wizarding world.

When summer started, he woke up early every day and snuck out of the house to look for the owl with his letter. Finally, it had showed up, and, while not happy with him, hid with him in the bushes as he wrote back that, yes, he was going.

Now he just needed to tell his aunt and uncle…