Dea ' vermiculus Heros Flamma
Category: Harry Potter / Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core
Rated: M
Warning: Dumbledore, Molly, Ginny and Ron bashing, good Snape, neutral Malfoys, WBWL, language, and YAOI. I would do some Hojo and Hollander bashing, but they're already evil bastards.
Pairing: Genesis/Cloud, Hermione/Krum, Neville/Luna
AN: So yeah...this story idea wouldn't go away, so I had to type it down...Enjoy! Comments and Constructive Criticism I will enjoy, and flames I will use to cook fried Gongaga puppies :)
Disclaimer: I tried to claim Harry Potter as mine but Snape AK'd me. I tried to claim Final Fantasy VII but Genesis flash fried me. I DO NOT OWN THEM!
Prologue
Darkness covered the night sky like a deathly shroud; any stars that were out were cloaked by smoke billowing from the expanse grounds once filled with grass and damaged portions of the stone walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The smell of blood and death were pungent in the air, and the air itself was heavy with magic due to the amount of spells having been cast during the battle.
What was once a noisy battlefield full of shouts of pain and the dying, and voices casting spells, was now quiet as two figures stood before each other.
One of the figures was the leader of the Death Eaters, the Dark wizard called Lord Voldemort. He was chalk white pale and painfully thin, clothed in deep black robes. His face greatly resembled a snake; non-existent lips pulled into a scowl, no hair what-so-ever on his head, two slits for a nose, and two ridges that replaced eyebrows above deep blood red eyes flashing dangerously as he held his wand of bone white yew in his long and thin fingers.
The second figure standing opposite of him was tall and lightly tanned, lean muscles covered by a black sleeveless turtleneck, black pants, black combat boots with a deep crimson coat made of leather covering the ensemble, with black pauldrons attached to the shoulders of the coat. In his red glove covered hand was a sword; a decorated silver hilt with a blue gem attached where the hilt and blade met. The blade itself was rather long and red.
A silent wind blew across the grounds, brushing against cloaks and tugging gently at hairs. The wind swept across the man's reddish brown hair as blue-green eyes that glowed from an otherworldly power stared at the Dark Lord passively.
My name is Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER 1st Class Commander...
"So we meet at last, Potter," Voldemort hissed out. He didn't say that in Parseltongue, but it just sounded snake-like due to his...obsession...with the leg less reptiles.
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest," Genesis said to the Dark Lord before he adds, "Or what's left after what you did to it."
The man suddenly smirks as amusement lit in his glowing eyes. "So, were you amused knowing what I did throughout the year?"
Seeing Voldemort's smoldering glare, the man grinned as his expression soon matched his eyes.
From the corners of his eyes, Genesis could just see his comrades; Sephiroth, Angeal and little Yuffie were surrounding Cloud as his chocobo was holding onto Zack who had taken several cutting curses to his person. He could see several of the professors and students of Hogwarts, Lily and James Potter clutching onto their son Andrew in fear for the inevitable duel between him and Voldemort.
The two men−if you truly counted the snake-faced bastard as one−stood staring at one another, one passively and other in anger and hatred, for what seemed to be hours, time seemingly having no meaning to the two magic users...that is, unless, you are a certain impatient Dark wizard...
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.
Gracefully dodging the oncoming Unforgivable, Genesis smirked as the grip on his beloved rapier tightened. He smiled sardonically as he felt his blood pump through his veins in excitement for the just starting battle between him and Voldemort.
Like a dancer, he began dodging bone breaking hexes, Sectumsempras, bludgeoning hexes, and many other destructive spells like they were just pretty light shows. If it were anyone else dueling the so called "Dark Lord", they would be shitting their pants. But this was Genesis, and so, being Genesis...
"My soul, corrupted by vengeance hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber."
Deciding that he had had enough of dodging the pretty but dangerous lights, he shifted his weight as his feet dug into the ground and bent his legs in preparation. Seeing a lapse in his opponent's spell casting, he pushed off the ground as he brought his rapier level with his face, the tip facing Voldemort as the blade lit up with runes.
...but I was once known as Harry James Potter. This is my tale of how I went from an explosive SOLDIER Commander to a hero chosen by the Goddess.