Summary: Harry Potter knew that like all humans, he too shall die. Yet, what he didn't expect was that Fate wasn't done with him and he's given another chance to live another life. A life he doesn't know what would happen next and he's scared on what choices he'll make when coming into this new path.

A new world perhaps? Or just merely a new timeline?

Where would his rebirth actually bring him and what truths would he get from his soul's rebirth?

These questions plague his mind yet he knows that he has no choice but tread this path and continue on going forward.


Notes: Hi, guys! I hope you like this new story of mine and comment about what you think about it. This is actually my first time in writing a FF 7 and HP crossover fanfic so please tell me your thoughts about it. Anyway, there's another fandom I really want to squeeze in this fic but I'm not really sure if I could actually add more into this. That's why, I'm still trying to look things through. But, rest assured if that doesn't happen the FF 7 and HP crossover would be main priority.


Prologue

Green glowing eyes were surveying the battle field around him. Flames, burnt bodies and ashes dominated the surrounding land.

It wasn't supposed to end like this mused the owner of those glowing orbs. It was never supposed to become a disaster. After all, it was just supposedly a game.

A game that was never finished in his original timeline and world.

Yet, look at what happened.

Instead of dying from being his world's little golden boy and finally getting his peace. He was soon reborn to this place.

Midgar was in ruins and it was all of their fault.

He never wanted to be a hero again nor did he want to be a puppet controlled by anyone. A puppet that was doomed to be a calamity and destroy everything that he ever cared for.

He was supposed to be the Master of Death. A figure untamed and uncontrollable even by Gods and time.

So why?

Why did things have to become like this?

At sixteen, in his original world, he fought in a war no child should ever experience.

He sacrificed everything that he could to save the small world that he had first felt at home. That as a wizard he wanted to make sure that wizarding Britain was safe from the likes of people like Voldemort.

So why?

Again and again, he gave and gave and gave and gave.

He gave everything and anything that he could.

Hell, he even lost his childhood and Sirius to that war. So why?

Why did he have to be reborn this way?

He already accepted the fact that even Ginny and his own family never even loved him. That his own wife and kids only needed him for his use. He accepted the fact that they only want his fame, glory and fortune.

That only Remus, Sirius and the Weasleys save for his own wife and his kids loved him as their own.

That even Hermoine, his own best friend, only used him for her own agendas.

He accepted that a long time ago.

That's why he dedicated the rest of his time as the Department of Magic and Law Enforcement's Head Auror. Focusing on making Britain as better country and free from any grievous crimes.

Mission after mission, case after case, he went at it with serious dedication.

Pausing only to have enough time to even pretend to be a good husband and father to his own family as what their society expects him to be.

So why?

What kind of cruel fate or prophecy forced to him go on another path instead of just simply dying?

That at such a point, he had to be reborn in this world. This world that soon too would come to its own demise just like his previous one.

That yet again he would be forced to undergo another harsh cycle of change and metempsychosis.