Phenomenon
By: Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII; those rights belong to JK Rowling and Square Enix respectively. Because we all know that the canon of both series as we know it would've been completely different. Plus some characters would've died in a more excruciatingly painful way than they did. I however do own this fanfic, my ideas, and OCs.
Category: Crossover
Book(s)/Game(s): Harry Potter/Final Fantasy VII (Crisis Core, Dirge of Cerberus, Advent Children), etc.
Pairing(s): I am not exactly sure as to what the pairings will be, but there shall be a lot of slash going on.
Rating: M
Warning(s): AU (from FFVII canon later), Blood, Character Death, Language, Lemons, Slash, Mentions of Human Experimentation, Prostitution, Rape, etc.
Genre(s): Action, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy, Humor, Romance, etc.
Summary: Harrison J Black, formerly known as Harry James Potter, has made a name for himself in the slums of Midgar after he massacred a building owned by one of Midgar's major crime lords. Being raised by his godfather, who was a former cop who held a grudge against one of the top crime bosses in the city, made sure that he was taught all that he would need to know in order to help his adopted father in taking down, and survive in this world. But in the end when he is the last one standing and he has no place else to go, ShinRa immediately takes him in due to his abilities. Meeting 13-year-old Zack Fair at the start of the SOLDIER program, he had no idea that he was in for the time of his life, and a destiny in which could decide the fate of the world he lived in.
A/N: Is it sad that I am using Hit Girl from Kickass as a model for Harry? I mean, did you see how that girl kicked major ass throughout that whole movie? Basically that is what Harry is going to be, and that is what catches ShinRa's attention (especially the Turks). Plus there needs to be some more Harry Potter/Final Fantasy Xovers. This is the answer to LynnGryphon's challenge!
Chapter 1: The Pint-sized Assassin, Now the Property of ShinRa
There have been many things that Veld has seen during his lifetime and his time as the head of The Department of Administrative Research, otherwise known as the Turks. Being the literal dogs of ShinRa, guaranteed that he would see some terrible and shocking things, and he has. Looking at child sitting in the hard metal chair wrapped in chains, he could freely admit that this had to be one of the most bizarre things he has ever witnessed.
Sitting there nonchalantly as if he hadn't just single-handedly slaughtered a whole crime syndicate was an 11-year-old boy wearing a school girl uniform.
Mako green cat-like eyes stared at him and his chosen successor with no emotion at all. Shuffling the papers in the folder handed to him, he glanced over towards the tinted observation window where he knew all of his subordinates were watching the interrogation in case they needed to come in. After all, it wouldn't due for them to underestimate a child that had murdered a large number of adults more than twice his size in height and width with the precision of a trained professional.
He hadn't said a word or moved to run when they had arrived on the scene, but they weren't going to put the possibility of it being a trap out of consideration. Sitting down in the chair on the other side of the table, he took in the fact that the kid knew where he was, but doesn't seem to care as to where he was.
Men more than three times his age have wet their pants, and trembling in terror at the thought of being in the custody of the Turks. This kid hadn't even twitched, and even Two Guns had admitted to being impressed. A sentiment that was shared by the others as well, and he too could say he was as well.
Letting himself take in the child, he could understand how anyone would be skeptical about the deeds he had done. From the boy's features, you would suspect he was the son of one of the rich families of the upper plate, instead of being born and raised in the slums.
Creamy skin covered a slender yet toned body of the child. Black hair framed the right side of his face, while the strands on his left were pulled back with two rows of three silver beads, and tucked behind his ear. Delicate features, which made him all the more endearing and he could see how even those criminals could have been tricked by him while he was masquerading as a school girl. Almond-shaped eyes that were a bright exotic shade of green, a button nose, full lips that were the same shade of pink as the trees that blossomed during the spring in Wutai.
From the files he read, Veld concluded that he took after his mother than his father in looks. In his behavior, it was safe to say that he took after his father and his godfather, whom were also listed in this file. Both James Harold Potter and Sirius Orion Black were police officers, but were tied into the conspiracy which got the entire police force in the slums shut down and carted off.
James was killed in jail defending Black during a riot, but it was found out due to these files that it had been planned by some of the very people they had put away during their successful careers. Three years later, Sirius was released on his grandson's birthday, only to find that Lillian (Lily) Rose Evans-Potter, had been forced into prostitution to make a life for her and her son by the same people who framed her husband and Sirius.
Dying due to injuries after she was beaten, and then raped by a group of thugs while on her way home one day. She left her son Harrison to the recently released Sirius to raise, as there was no one left for her baby boy. Before she died, she apparently had left a request that he would make sure that her son would have the skills he would need to survive.
'It seems that Black took that request more seriously than anyone else would have.'
Closing the file and setting it on the table, the leader of the Turks locked his eyes on the boys slackened frame as he cleared his throat. As if coming out of a trance of sorts, the young boy blinked dazedly before he straightened up in the chair disregarding the heavy chains weighing him down. Half-lidded green eyes looked into Veld's dark orbs with an unreadable glint.
Filing that away in the back of his head for further scrutiny later, he got himself ready for the interrogation.
"I'm sure that you have an idea as to why you are here?"
Harrison knew exactly why he was here, and he couldn't care less. As soon as that bullet went between the eyes of that asshole Riddle, he hadn't given a damn what happened to him. With the destruction of the Riddle's reign over the slums, he had avenged his family and the childhood he lost due to that man's lust and greed.
Right then, the 11-year-old boy could honestly say that he could die happy right now and not regret a single thing he had done. But right now, he was being held by the infamous group known to all in the slums due to his aformentioned actions.
The Department of Administrative Research or that is what their official department was called. Anyone who had any ties to the underworld or slums, of course knew of them as the Turks.
Once upon a time, he once had a dream of joining ShinRa and becoming a Turk after reading about one of the more famous Turks like Legend or Vincent Valentine. He had dreams of becoming the best so he would be able to move his mother out of the slums, and repay her for everything she went through in order to make sure he had something to eat, wear, and a place to live. All of the things that his mother wanted, he would've gotten her and he would've made sure that she never had to raise a finger again.
Clenching his fists, he bit his lip as he felt tears starting to form in his eyes. He had avenged his mother, he had avenged his father, and he had avenged Sirius! He was free now, and he no longer felt that great weight that had always seemed to have rested on his shoulders.
On the outside he looked the same as he had since he was brought into the room, but inside he had come to realize that the first chapter of his life had been welded shut. There was no going back after this, and depending on how things went...it could be the final chapter as well. Hearing the man clear his throat, Harrison J Potter straightened up in his seat and looked him dead in the face. It seemed that the man was done reading his file, and he was most likely going to try to get more information about his past, his reasons, etc.
Mentally shaking his head, he snorted at the thought. They obviously wanted something, because if they didn't. He knew that he wouldn't have made it out of that blood soaked building alive, and relatively unharmed. Sirius had told him about ShinRa, and he had a good idea as to what may be going on here.
'I can't be totally sure, and I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket either…for all I know they could think I have some codes to Riddle's things…which of course I do, but I won't give it to them.'
"I'm sure that you have an idea as to why you are here? Are you aware of the opportunity that is being given to you from the generosity of the President's heart?"
Allowing a smirk to slither onto his feminine face, the pint-sized murderer looked at the two men across from him from beneath sooty black eyelashes with amusement clearly visible in his emerald green eyes. The President of ShinRa had a heart? That was something to laugh at. Would anyone with a heart destory as much as he had with his company?
"Oh I do, but I'm not dumb enough to think that Shinra would do something like this for a slum dog…especially from one who killed one of his largest funders towards his little projects."
Sliding his gaze from the man who was obviously in charge, he then looked at the man standing to the left of him. The thinning of his lip just seemed to confirm this, but Harry didn't care. Yes, it was common knowledge to anyone who looked that Thomas Riddle was a major investor in ShinRa's projects. All projects which have sucked the life out of the people, and only gave the rich and corrupt more power to subjugate the poor.
His mother had always said that he had inherited his father's hero complex, and he had to agree.
Tseng couldn't exactly decide what to think of the boy sitting in front of them without fear whatsoever. He hadn't met anyone who was able to talk to the intimidating man that was the Turk Head, and not divert his or her eyes after being under his penetrating stare. But this boy was just proving to be more of an enigma than he had expected.
Not many people would deliberately anger ShinRa, and not care as to anything that could happen to them. He turned his black orbs onto his leader's frame as he chuckled lightly, and leaned forward as he propped his chin up on his intertwined hands.
"Yes, while that was unfortunate, he was able to get most of Riddle's fortune and so he is willing to let bygones be bygones…but he can't just let someone who was able to murder so many people run free however."
Raising an eyebrow, he got the message that Veld was trying to say. The child had somehow taken possession of some of the former crime lord's fortune, but they had no idea as to where he had tucked it away. Feeling impressed by the boy, he understood now why they were doing what they were doing. Harrison J Potter's potential was too great for them to just kill him or let him go.
Killing him would be a waste of talent, and if they let him go then he could end up being picked up by that group AVALANCHE that had been running around recently.
It was a miracle that they hadn't picked him up already, and he could only shiver at the thought of the mayhem they could create with someone as talented as the boy.
"Hmmm…I thought as much…well, what is it that ShinRa wants from me then?"
Stepping forward into the light, Tseng opened a folder and slid it across the table towards the boy along with a pen.
"ShinRa has recognized that your kind of talent is what it looks for in its recruits, and it only comes every once in a blue moon…plus keep in mind that this would also be a way to keep yourself from being placed in prison to make sure you don't become a potential enemy for us in the future."
The smirk slid off of the boy's face, and he seemed to read the contract in front of him with a frown and bored eyes.
"You will join the company and go through the SOLDIER program, but because the skills you currently possess…you will become a Turk Trainee immediately after your first semester of training…so what do you say Harrison J Potter?"
Finishing with the final line in the contract, the boy looked up at the both of them with a small frown still present on his face. He understood exactly what they were saying, and he didn't necessarily like it either. They had him trapped in a corner, and they knew it.
Basically it was either become a dog of ShinRa or die like one at the firing range.
Maybe even ending up as some obscure specimen in their labs.
Making his decision as he was obviously stuck in a corner, he stood up from the seat and the chains fell uselessly around his feet on the floor. Smirking at the gaping from the two men, he grabbed the pen offered to him and signed his name on the dotted line.
"Being a dog of ShinRa huh? Sounds interesting…not that I have much of a choice huh?"
And that was how Harrison J Potter or Black as he goes by now, found himself standing with his larger precious possessions slung over his small shoulder in a dufflebag, and his mother's pendant around his neck. Green eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anyone who showed that they had the potential to actually reach their dreams.
Unfortunately, he hadn't yet found someone who looked like they could be a match for him despite his lack of size.
"OH NO! I HOPE I'M NOT LATE! I CAN'T BE LATE!"
The scream of panic coming from the stairs caused everyone's heads to snap in the direction of the noise, which Harry was standing next to while in a daze of sorts. Right as he came out of it, he turned around only to be looking straight into a pair of violet eyes. Next thing he knew, Harrison was on the ground with a boy much bigger than he was on top of him. Groaning in pain, the petite raven-haired boy gritted his teeth as he controlled the urge to just impale the boy with as many butterfly knives as possible. It seemed the other finally remembered where he was, and started to scramble off of him.
"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE I SWEAR!"
Running a hand through his loose bangs, the younger boy got up off the ground with no assistance before brushing his clothes off. "It's alright, but I would suggest that you watch where you're going…especially here in the slums." Tilting his head up, he stared into the other's bright violet eyes and smirked coyly. "You never know who exactly you may bump into, and if they will take it in a certain way."
Violet eyes widened while his cheeks turned a bright red at the seductive expression, but he tried to hide it by bringing his hand up to his face in a fist and coughing. "Well sorry about that." Then once he seemed to get his blush under control, he sent a large grin towards Harry, much to the latter's surprise. "My name is Zachary Fair, but you can call me Zack! What's your name?"
For some reason unknown to him, the small mass murderer couldn't help but feel amusement at the carefree attitude of the older boy in front of him. Allowing a small smile to form on his face, he looked up at the other from underneath his eyelashes. To further his amusement, the boy face was a dark shade cherry red once again.
"My name is Harrison James Black, but you can call me Harry or Orion whichever you prefer…it is nice to meet you Zack."
Unknown to him, the very moment that he had seen Zack Fair, he was brought into the inevitable destiny of the future SOLDIER and the fate of the planet itself.
Not that his destiny wasn't already intertwined with the fate of the world, but that will be something we will discuss later on.
End of Chapter 1~
Yep, I am officially done with the first chapter of Phenomenon! I am already planning on the second chapter, and it contains the introduction of a character we all know and love! XD I'm pretty sure you can guess who I am talking about. Well I hope that everyone liked the bit of Harry's past I put in here. There will be a time where I will go into full detail, but since it really didn't have much relevance than how Harry got the privilege of being interrogated by the Turks. I didn't really put all the juicy parts in there. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and will stick around for the rest of this madness.
There will soon be many chapters of Harry doing feats of badassery, but I plan on going slow through Harry's years in Shinra before getting to Before Crisis and Crisis Core. I won't be going into too much detail with Before Crisis, unless I change my mind, but Crisis Core is a definite. That's all I have to say for now, see you at the next chapter!
Ja ne,
Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy