Hello all! I've had this plot bunny in my head for a little while. I found myself desiring some ff7 x Harry Potter crossover, and couldn't find one to suit the needs; and this was born.

EDIT: Chapter edited and corrections made.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy 7.


Zack Fair's day was exciting. If you could consider floating in the lifestream exciting that is. All he had to do these days was to lie around, check up on his favorite protégé, and count the fellow lifestream molecules. It was as he was getting to his 1,357,559th molecule when what he considered the prettiest girl in the world, walked up to him.

"What are you doing Zack?" said Aerith smiling at his antics.

"Waiting for Cloud to do something exciting, so I can stop trying to count moving objects. Although, I have to admit it's probably doing wonders for my observational skills. You see that speck over there?" gestured Zack to an area off to Aerith's shoulder. "It's got this pattern of twirls that rival a ride on a bucking chocobo."

Shaking her head, Aerith smiled at him. Same old Zack. That was probably why she knew he'd probably take a mission from her, if it meant being able to do something and help people again.

"Hmm, what do you say to a job proposition?" smiled Aerith.

Zack raised an eyebrow. "Is it any different than what I've been doing with Cloud?"

Aerith pondered this for a moment. "In a way. It'd really be up to your employer and what he'd have you doing; it could be anything from a guardian, to a teacher, to a mercenary. But the world could use some help."

Normally Zack would've jumped at the opportunity to go play hero, but something seemed fishy. "What's the catch?"

Aerith gave a wide eyed innocent look, "Oh, it's just in another dimension. You'll still be the soldier combat specialist you are, just in a different world helping different people." Noticing Zack's hesitation she continued, "And don't worry about Cloud. I'll keep an eye out on him and if you do a good enough job maybe I can see if you can pop into a dream or something."

Zack watched her for a few seconds and grinned. "Heck yes I'll do it! When do I need to leave!"

Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting in his office enjoying his afternoon tea and looking at the possible applicants for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. He was just deciding to resign himself to his only option when an owl rapped on his window. Dumbledore let the barn owl in and relieved it of its letter. He was curiously surprised to see that it was from a Miss Aerith Gainsborough. He had only just met the woman on the streets of Diagon Alley selling flowers. She was a kind, motherly person, with a way of knowing ones problems. Normally he would be the one to have the knowing look, but she surprised him by asking him the questions. He remembered being in her church.


It was a run down, "I've seen better days", sort of church. There were holes in the roof and the benches had been overturned, but there in the front of the church was a large flowerbed stretching towards the light coming from the multiple holes in the roof. Dumbledore watched as she rolled her cart next to the flowerbed and knelt down to begin tending to the plants there.

"You're welcome to take a seat Professor. I myself find it calming just to be able to relax and smell the flowers." Said the flower girl with a smile.

"You have quite an abundance of flowers here Miss Gainsborough. How long have you been taking care of them?"

"Let's see here…Probably for about ten years or so now. I don't mind it. I've always enjoyed helping something grow to its full potential."

It was as he was looking around at the flowers that he noticed a separate flowerbed not to far from the main large one. It was small with an assortment of colors and flowers. "If you don't mind me asking, why are their flowers over there?"

Aerith gave a loving smile and walked over to the separate bed. "They're my friends. I take extra care of them" she paused and glanced at Dumbledore, "You're welcome to come take a look at them."

Dumbledore stood and walked over to where she knelt. He carefully lowered himself down to sit beside her. There was an assortment of flowers all of varying colors. It was almost impossible to look at a single one, without another one demanding his attention. They ranged in color from deep red, fierce green to a young, soft pink. It was as he was glancing through them that he noticed a dark flower. It was a dark violet color with nearly electric blue running along the petals. The flower caught his attention, but it was then that he noticed that there was a smaller no less beautiful yellow flower growing from the same root as the nearly black flower.

Aerith noticed where he was looking, and her expression turned motherly. "Oh, those two. Did you know that they used to be two separate plants? The yellow one was getting buffeted because of it being so small. Before I knew it the violet one was protecting it from the elements, and their roots had grown together. Now the yellow one is strong and starting to stand on his own."

At that she pointed to how the little yellow flower was leaning away from the violet one.

"Can the yellow one separate?" Dumbledore found himself asking.

"Not without a little help."


Dumbledore opened the letter and was startled to see a flower fall out. He put it in a glass that he conjured up and began to read her letter.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I have been thinking of the best ways I could lend you help. Enclosed in this letter is a flower that can be whatever you need him to be. He's very hardworking and willing to help. I hope you can find him useful. Remember, sometimes all one needs is a helping hand!

Aerith Gainsborough

Dumbledore studied the flower in front of him. It was the dark violet flower from her personal separate flowerbed. He idly wondered how the yellow flower was holding up without it's other half. Dumbledore picked up the flower and examined it. He was curious how a flower could be helpful. It was as he was deciding that he'd trust whatever the flower could do when it started to glow. He released it and watched as it floated out of his hands to hover in front of his desk and started to grow. In a final burst of light the flower was gone and there was a person standing in front of him.