Ummmm, this was completely unintentional... And I apologize for those waiting for my other stories to update, but I had to do this after reading all the Harry Potter and Final Fantasy VII crossovers. No one had Harry as the reincarnation of this person -not telling even though everyone will probably already know who he is the reincarnation for- But if you know one that does, please tell me! I wanna know!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Harry Potter, but I do own a copy of the movies/books and games/movies!
Chapter One: Strange Dreams, Changing, Memories of Unknown
A man who looked to be of Asian descent stood over him with a hand held out, "We have to hurry and get to the President. No more lazing about." He stated. "Right." A hand grabbed the Asian's and pulled himself up. The new person's voice was filled with slight pain that was being forced under a farce of strength.
"Tseng, when this is all over, I want a vacation." He joked to the Asian. Tseng chuckled and nodded, "I think we all could use a vacation after this." He stated as he moved forward.
A hand found its way to a mouth as he coughed up blood, "Shit, yo. This ain't good." He muttered, catching Tseng's attention.
"What happened?" The man demanded, moving over to him.
A chuckled ripped through his throat, "Bastard got me. Dammit, yo." He coughed again, breathe wheezing as blood leaked through his fingers.
"We need to get you to the Medical Bay." Tseng said to him.
His knees hit the ground, "Nah, they don't have any Phoenix Downs, and that's what it would take to fix this up." He coughed again and blood covered the floor before him. "Hey, Tseng?" He called out.
The Director looked at him as he grinned slightly, "I guess I get that vacation, yo." He fell forward into his own blood and blackness took him.
Glowing blue-green eyes snapped open and faded into emerald as the fourteen year old breathed heavily. He glanced around in confusion at the dream that he had just experienced.
"You ok?" A voice asked. Harry glanced over to see Dean looking at him in slight concern.
"Yeah, weird dreams. But whatever, breakfast first, then I'll worry about it." He stated, not noticing the slight blue glow his eyes gained as the green in them shrank and the blue grew. He shook his head slightly as it grew fuzzy.
Dean on the other hand noticed immediately and nodded.
Harry pulled on his clothes and looked over at Dean, "You coming? I wanna get there before the idiots do, yo." Harry grinned slightly and walked out, leaving a slightly shocked Dean.
Dean moved to follow him, already dressed.
For some strange reason, Ginny was waiting for them at the bottom of the staircase, a small smile on her face. "Hello Harry." She said.
"Yo, how are you Ginny? Haven't talked to you since Ron blew up on me a few weeks ago." Harry stated, noticed the scowl flash across her face before it was schooled into blankness. Harry's former best friend, Ronald Weasley was apparently a jealous idiot who hated when Harry got anything he didn't have. So when Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire, the idiot didn't believe his best friend and broke off all friendship. Now Harry was stuck in a Tournament he wanted no part of, had a stalker journalist that only wrote lies, and had to face a dragon in the next few hours. Not only that, but these stupid dreams were becoming much more frequent since his last verbal fight with Ron.
"He may be my brother, but it is very obvious that the brains skipped over him if he thinks you put your name into the Goblet." She stated.
Harry nodded, "Well whatever, he lost his chance to be my friend. Dean on the other hand seems cool enough to hang out with the 'bloody show-off'/ 'attention-seeker'. What do you say Dean? Wanna be partners? You me and Ginny could be a team, yo." Harry's eyes flashed again and a small, unnoticeable lock of black hair turned bright red.
Dean and Ginny looked at him with schooled faces, but shock showed in their eyes as they looked at each other. Lightly glowing blue eyes met shade-covered as Dean nodded slightly. Harry looked around and noticed Hermione sitting next to Fred Weasley and made his way over to them.
"Hey 'Mione! Can you help me with some of the spells I found last night?" He asked.
Hermione turned to look at him and caught sight of the small lock of red hair and familiar grin. Her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly skilled it down and smiled, "Of course. I bet Fred could help as well, if only to work off some energy that he has."
Fred pouted and then grinned, and then started tapping his foot up and down. "Hey Harry! How have you been? Ron still being a bastard?" He continued with his questions until Hermione patted him on the leg.
Harry laughed, "Well by 'Mione, good luck with your puppy." He stated, walking to the entrance. Fred and Hermione watched him walk away and saw the faint outline of someone very familiar to them envelop him.
Fred took her hand and smiled, "Soon." He stated and she nodded, brown eyes flashing green and then back.
In the Great Hall everyone stopped and starred as Harry, Ginny and Dean walked in. They watched in confusion as they sat together.
Three looked up from their work and then smiled before returning. Up at the Head Table, the Headmaster was confused at the seemingly innocent attitude change in the teenager.
Harry had seemed to change from sad, lonely and defeated boy to a cynical and somewhat cocky teen overnight. Albus frowned at the boy, who had seemed to cut all ties to the youngest Weasley boy and was hanging out with the quiet dark-skinned boy, Dean Thomas and the youngest Weasley, Ginny. As he watched them walk all the way in he couldn't help but see that they fit each other like puzzle pieces in the way they carried themselves.
Another shock to everyone in the hall was the fact that Harry was not wearing his glasses and his hair seemed slightly longer. It was no longer an inch below his ears, but nearly brushing his shoulders. He walked towards the Gryffindor table and sat down with Dean and Ginny on opposite sides.
People could not believe how much he had changed in such little time. Everyone had noticed how the youngest male Weasley avoided him lately, but they had also known that the youngest and the twins had started hanging around with him. Hermione had stuck with him, as she would through thick and thin. And lastly, lately, Dean Thomas had been anywhere Harry was, right next to him.
Blue-green eyes glanced up at the Hall, that was full of people starring at him. His eyebrow twitched and he scowled, "Oi! If you all think I did it to get attention, then why the hell are you all starring at me and giving me what I apparently want. You're all idiots! Now stop yer starring and eat your goddess damned food, yo!" He shouted without the need of a sonorous charm.
Everyone looked back at their food and blushed heavily. Harry smirked and then sat down blinking in confusion. He rubbed his forehead as a fluttering of foreign thoughs traced across it. Dean touched his back and he looked up to meet the darker skinned teens shaded gaze.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. Stop babying me Dean." Harry stated, as he started filling his plate, ignoring the few people that didn't stop starring. He yawned before a piece of toast came out of nowhere and was stuffed into his mouth. He choked slightly before glaring at the red head who stuffed it there. "What the fuck, yo!" He demanded.
Fred looked around innocently, "I have no idea what you are talking about..." He said, whistling as he sat down.
Harry glared at him, "Stupid puppy. Trying to kill me with toast. Should shock the hell out of his ass." He muttered before sticking a spoon-full of grits in his mouth. The others looked at him strangely as he continued muttering between bites.
It was when Ron entered that things turned to the worst. The ginger moved down the table and was about to sit next to Hermione, who was talking to Fred. Harry looked up with a glowing blue eye. Ron looked over at him and saw the glare on him, "What do you want Potter?" He scowled at the black-haired teen.
A smirk formed on said teen's face, "Nothing Weasley. Just wondering why you're even attempting to have a go at your brother's girlfriend. I'm not sure he appreciates it, yo." Harry stated, noticing the look on Fred's face as both he and the brunette blushed.
"What are you talking about? Hermione isn't my brother's girlfriend. Are you letting your ego go to your head?" The ginger asked as he to noticed the blushes and growled lowly.
"Well it is obvious. I mean look at the two of them. Fred is basically holding 'Mione and she isn't doing anything to stop it. Get it through your thick skull that she's taken, yo." Harry stated, going back to his food as the other boy fumed and stormed off, forgetting how hungry he had been.
"That was mean." Ginny said from his right. Harry just shrugged and looked over to the Slytherin table, catching the eye of Blaise Zabini who seemed to be smirking at the confrontation.
The male looked different and Harry's eyes widened as he recognized exactly who Blaise looked like. 'Tseng...' He then grabbed his head and winced as another strand of his hair turned red.
"Mr. Potter, will you come with me? It's time for the Champions to go to the First Task." Professor McGonagall interrupted his strain of thoughts and he looked up. The older woman was watching him with a look of concealed worry.
Harry looked at the group around him and nodded. He stood and followed the greying witch out of the Hall. "Good luck Harry!" His group of friends shouted as he left. He walked through the doors and George was there with a small smile.
The older teen had become quiet and withdrawn as his twin seemed to acquire all of the hyperness. It also seemed as though the red-heads hair was lightening as Fred's was darkening, and their eye colors seemed to be changing.
The teen placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Remember that spell I taught you. And good luck." George said before moving to join his brother at the table. Harry nodded his thanks and left the room.
Please don't kill me for this... But cookies for the person who can guess my favorite character in FF7
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