Gaia's Children
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII. These belong to J.K. Rowling and Square Enix respectively.
Harry Potter/Final Fantasy VII Crossover
Warnings... this fanfic contains SLASH and unbetadness...
Pairings: Cloud/Harry and other pairings I'm uncertain of at the moment (but most likely Vincent/Aeris... don't ask...)
Summary: Harry Potter had won. He had defeated Voldemort and brought peace to the wizarding world. He had also died a martyr. Thousands of years later, a Doctor intent on surpassing Hojo resurrects him. Harry's not happy but soon finds out he was brought back by more than just the whims of a quack scientist...
A.N.: yep, another story -sigh- but really I couldn't help it. One of my reviewers gave me this idea of writing this crossover so I can get rid of my urge to write the Cloud/Harry in my KH fic (thanks lildevil425!) hopefully it'll work... but not too well lol... btw, don't know often I'd attempt to write this, probably not often cause this is the first story where I thought of what crossover I wanted to write and then figured out the plot and not the other way around... so yeah... I don't have a proper plot lol... enjoy anyway:D
Prologue.
The Second War had waged on for nigh ten years, neither Light nor Dark willing to concede defeat despite grievous losses on both sides. On the eve of his parent's deaths, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, lead the remaining forces of the Light in the final and conclusive battle of the war against Voldemort. It was bloody, as all had expected it to be, but it was also the end. Harry Potter had won, bringing to the world a peace that had not been seen for years and that would last for many years to come as none wished a repeat of the devastation that was the Second War. Harry Potter had also died a martyr.
The Harry Potter memorial, built in his honour and fashioned as his last resting place, was erected on the grounds of his home, near the ruins of the once impenetrable Hogwarts. There his remains, carefully preserved, were left to rest until the end of time.
Unfortunately for Harry, it wasn't so...
5000 years later – North Corel Region
"Doctor! Doctor!" one of his apprentices rushed into the tent, "We've found it!"
The Doctor immediately sprang to his feet, eyes blazing with his eagerness, "Well then what are you waiting me? Take me to it!"
"Yes, Sir!" the apprentice scurried out of the tent, the Doctor hot on his heels as they hurried to the site as fast as they could without seeming unprofessional.
The Doctor gleefully examined the ancient grave they had unearthed. According to his research, this was the final resting place for the powerful War Mage that ended the Great War of the old legends. Of course, now it was no longer a legend. Now he had proof that the Great War had occurred.
On the verge of joyful tears, he slowly ran his fingers across the inscriptions that lined the age old door that guarded the warrior disturbances to his rest, the ancient power sending a tingling feeling through his fingers. The protections... they were strong but they were also old and weary, the magic that once fed into them having joined the Lifestream a long time ago.
"Open it!"
Hojo may have his Sephiroth and his Cetra genes to gain favour among the higher ups but soon he'll have something so much better...
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"Doctor! Doctor!" his apprentice burst through his office door, paying no heed to the secretary's disgruntled expression.
The Doctor scowled, "This better be important or-"
"The experiment's overloading the equipment! We don't know how much longer we can hold it!"
"What!" the Doctor cried out, pushing the apprentice aside as he ran out of the room.
As soon as they reached the main lab, an explosion shook the entire complex, almost bringing them to their knees. The Doctor hurried forward to push the door open only to be flung back and straight into his apprentice. The two stared up wide-eyed as a familiar raven-haired individual strode out from within. His skin was pale and his stature small but strength seemed to seep out of the very body that seemed so weak, his glowing dark emerald eyes immediately locking on to them.
The two tried to stand, tried to scramble away but found they couldn't, found they could only wait for the judgement the man would bring.
"Why did you bring me back?" his voice was soft yet it seemed to echo throughout the corridor.
The Doctor swallowed convulsively as he frantically tried to think of reason that would not offend the man. He opened his mouth to speak but found no answer to give. He had done it purely for fame and fortune and the man before him knew it. There was no mercy in his eyes.
And the nameless Doctor, just moments before the complex exploded with the force of an Ultima taking with it him and anyone else within the building, could only wonder why he had placed fame and fortune before his own life.
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Aeris Gainsborough looked up from where she was tending her flowers and listened.
The planet was calling out to her. It was in pain, she could feel it in her own bones and yet this time, it wasn't calling out because of its own pain. It called out to her to ease the pain of another.
Quickly she stood, brushing off the dirt on her dress before hurrying out of the church. Every so often, she would place her head against the earth and just listen... listening to where Gaia wished for her to go. Moments later, the call reached it peak – Gaia cried for her child. The child that was in pain. Aeris rushed forward, kneeling beside the still figure of a young raven-haired boy barely older than herself. Silently, she reached for the magic within her materia, drawing it out as she began to heal the boy to the best of her ability.
When she did all that she could and the young boy still had no woken, she gently lifted him up, grateful that he was smaller than her, and started the trek back home.
Hopefully, her mum wouldn't mind her bringing a boy back to live with them...
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Harry silently sliced through the Deenglow, a rain of gil dropping to the ground as it disappeared into nothing. Seeing no more enemies in the vicinity, he quickly gathered up the gil and stuffed them in his pouch.
Satisfied with the amount he had collected for the day, he started back to the church. He'd been away from Aeris for too long in his opinion – who knew when those Shinra idiots decided to come and try to capture her again? However, despite his protests, Aeris had insisted she'd be fine and that he should get out more often. Plus, the extra gil made life a little easier for Mrs. Gainsborough when she went out to buy food. He couldn't disagree with that.
Gracefully, he jumped off the top of the old train carriage, landing soundlessly on his feet and exited the train graveyard. The station was empty as expected when there wasn't a train in sight. He rolled his eyes when he realised one of the street lights still hadn't been replaced; it'd been flickering for several months now. But he supposed he shouldn't be surprised; Shinra cared little for those who lived in the slums and its residents would not spare their hard-earned gil on such a thing.
Harry froze.
The station wasn't as empty as he had thought it was for there, lying just metres away, was a still body. Instincts kicked in and he was already kneeling by, from what he could see, the man's side. Drawing on his innate magic to channel through his fingers, he set about healing any injuries, beads of sweat dripping down the side of his head when he finished. The man's injuries were quite extensive... what in world had happened to him?
A soft groan brought him out of his thoughts. As gently as he could, he pulled the man towards him, "Hello?" he called out tentatively, "How do you feel?"
Suddenly the man's eyes snapped open and Harry could only wonder how anyone could have such brilliant blue eyes...
