Harry Potter's Meteor Crisis

Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter, any mentioned Harry Potter characters, and I do not own the characters of Final Fantasy VII or the series themselves. I do own whatever minor OCs that pop up as fillers, and this strange half-altered novelization plotline. This story overall is partly a novelization of the game, but there will be alterations, such as plots that were revealed in its prequels and sequels like Crisis Core, Dirge of Cerberus, and whatnot. Plus I will sometimes dip into the Materia that was known to be used in Crisis Core.

I wanted to write an HPxFFVII fic after I had read this Harry Potter x Final Fantasy VII oneshot written by The Red Dragons Order. Which I do find fairly interesting for Harry being Zack, Hermione as Aerith, and Ron as Reno (both have flaming red hair; why not? :P). Frankly, it may not make much sense, however I wanna do my best. I would have added it to The Hogwarts Book of Ficclets (originally it was plotted as oneshot) but hardly anybody gives my HP oneshot collection story a chance to read. Bleck.


DISC ONE - CHAPTER ONE

Harry was riding the train that led through the slums of Midgar. The teenager lived in this world for a year now, and drew upon the concept of the magic used in this world. A spell gone wrong to end his life. The teenager originally wanted to end his life by suicide because of a responsibility an entire world had thrown upon his shoulders and expected him to fix for the mistakes the Wizarding World at large allowed to run rampant and unchecked. It would all begin when Voldemort died trying to kill him. He had lived, ignorant of who he truly was until he was invited to Hogwarts. From what would have become something amazing for him, would soon turn out to be very troublesome. The dangers that he's faced since going to Hogwarts, was slowly eating away at him, and when Voldemort was revived in his fourth year... Dumbledore would have thought Harry could handle it. Heh, he was wrong, but yet the manipulative Headmaster didn't care about Harry's wellbeing at all, always sending him back to the abusive Dursleys. And when Sirius Black, his beloved godfather, was killed by Bellatrix during the end of fifth year and the whole deal with the DOM... Well... let's just say that he had reached his breaking point.

It was supposed to be a simple Avada Kedavra. It was an Unforgivable Spell, and the use of it, coupled with the underaged magic restriction, would immediately bring attention to him. Originally, he was going to AK himself, to spite the wizarding world to find somebody else to clean up their bullshit. Instead, his death sent his soul into limbo and the Horcrux in his scar to be vanquished as a result. Still, as he was held in limbo, his suicide caused great chaos in the Wizarding World, and upsetted the plans of one rather pissed off old man who had lost his so-called ultimate weapon for the light. Harry would awaken to find himself floating, before a rather elegant-looking being found him. The elegant being, who was a beautiful-looking woman, revived him, feeling that a jaded soul filled with heartbreak and hardship, can find healing in her world. However Harry only heard her say these words: A jaded soul such as yours deserves second life... but only if you accept it, dear Harry.

He had ended up in the world of Gaia, where he was found by an old couple who lived in a ruined but still bustling village near the mountains of Cosmo Canyon. The couple raised him back to health, gave him a reason why he shouldn't just take his own life because of a few hardships, and took care of him until the teenager indeed decided to give this chance to renew his life. Thus, Harry traveled across the ocean. He had heard of Shinra, and how they ran the majority of the world as the main company to provide the delicacies of electricity, money, protection, and whatnot. However Harry a couple of times had run into their bad side. Harry was a cautious person now (thanks to Alastor Moody, the paranoid but strong Auror that he was), and trusted those who trusted him. Today was the anniversary of his renewed life. Sure, he had often wondered what happened to the few who truly cared for him, like Hermione, Remus, Luna, Neville... but whatever happened in his old home world was no longer his concern. Subconsciously, his hand drifted up to his forehead, where his faded lightning-bolt scar still remained. He didn't know why he did that though.

He was living a new life, and his old life he never knew what it was. Some memory flashbacks of strange people he never knew would come up but most of the time he would block them out.

The unruly dark-haired teen with the fiercest green eyes you'd ever seen (hidden behind small-framed glasses) glanced behind him to the glass window. Lying in his lap was a brown scabbard treated with the age-old magical protections crafted by Godric Gryffindor. Its brilliant dark green hued dragon hide complimented the bronze-decorated hilt guard, and the protective casing that surrounded the scabbard. It held locked in place a brilliant silver-handled blade. It looked rather ancient, but the blade had undergone alterations. It was given a bit more color, and the rubies were pried out and sold for a lot of Gil that Harry kept in his wallet that Uncle Sirius gave him that would never overfill. The empty ruby slots were then replaced with gold or bronze decorated metal ornaments in the guise of a lion's head. The cross guard was given a more widened berth. Also, the sword was crafted with the use of a Four Slots armoring. They were crafted into the sword to allow holding of Materia. The pommel was replaced with the ring end of a kunai he once found, and welded into the blade's handle. Finally, the age-old blade itself was recrafted for a longer width, more strength and integrity while still recycling the previous blade's metal.

Now, for the teen's clothes: Harry wore a zipped up dark orange short-sleeved vest with dark green flame designs lining the sides and back. The bottom was lined with a stitched-on leather belt, and the pockets were also attached with belt spaghetti straps hanging off the hips. The jeans worn were black and appeared to be custom-made. The left pant leg had two large pockets lining the side that are closed by zippers while the right pant leg was bare of pocket designs and instead had a zipper that ran up the right side up to about an inch or two past the knee. The left shoulder is covered by a rounded pauldron with two small battery probes that lined the outward metal iron ring. It was interconnected to the vest itself. Finally, for footwear, Harry wore knee-protected high dark brown boots with bronze shin plates and fake Materia orbs inserted into the side heels. The belt was a simple metal-plated belt, and he wore a Carbon Bangle.

A feminine voice came on over the intercom. "Last train out of Sector 8 Station. Last stop is Sector 7, Train Graveyard. Expected time of arrival is 12:23 AM, Midgar standard time..."

Harry resumed getting comfortable in the grungy train car as it hurdled down its tracks. Unlike the Hogwarts Express, there weren't any compartments; rather, just a bunch of seats along the wall, and gripping bars running along the ceiling. It was somewhat similar, yes, but the cars here looked like they required like two months of repair service. He jumped slightly when several people suddenly burst in through the door in the back, one after another. The first person to come through was a large bear of a man, with dark skin, a shaggy beard, and a crew cut. He was clad in green trouser shorts and a stained leather vest, which was open, revealing a very muscular torso hidden by the white tank he wore. Two metal bands served as belts, and on his arm, where his right hand should have been, was a grafted mechanical gun arm. The second person was more normal-sized. He was a bit on the pudgy side wearing dark blue denim jeans, a yellow-white t-shirt, and a red bandana. He carried a small pistol weapon in a holster that hung over his hip off a shoulder strap. Right away, he reminded Harry of his old lost friend Neville by the way his demeanor was.

The next passenger to come in was a bit taller, and definitely thinner than the pudgy one. He wore dark brown combat boots, equally brown slacks, and a green sleeveless shirt. He had a bandana on though his tended to blend into his brown hair. A rifle of some kind was slung across his back, maybe an AK type gun. The fourth person was a girl, light brown hair and goggles on her forehead. She also carried what looked like a pistol, but Harry also noticed a knife handle sticking out of her right boot. She was wearing non-descript clothing of bland colors, and though her bandana was brown, it stood out more than the last guy's. The final person to come through was a guy wearing a purple sleeveless sweater, with a heavy shoulder pad on his right shoulder. A massive sword was secured to his back, with spiky blonde hair, and his eyes seemed to have a strange glow to them. The pants were rugged-made, with boots, and metal wristbands.

"Oh boy," Harry heard the guy wearing elegant dress slacks whisper (and was sitting next to him), "hooligans. This is why I hate the last train." With that, he got up, opened the door at the end of the car and stepped through, shutting it firmly behind him. Harry decided to play quiet and listen to the conversations around him. He didn't hear much of anything interesting, until the guy next to him spoke up.

"Have you seen the headlines in the Shinra Times?"

Harry stared when he realized the guy was talking to him. "No, not really. I've haven't gotten the chance to read the papers lately."

"Oh well, then you haven't heard. Anyway, the terrorists that blew up the No. 1 Reactor are rumored to be based somewhere in the slums," the man whispered to him, as though he was telling Harry about some conspiracy or another.

"Blowing up a reactor? They sure put some thought into this one." The words flew out of Harry's mouth before he could stop to think about them, "They may have some sort of calculating leader to pull off something like that." The man nodded in agreed vigorously.

Harry suddenly had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. He slowly turned his head in a calm manner, his eyes landing on the large black man with the gun-arm. The man's eyes stared at him in a scrutinizing manner for a minute, before turning away to bellow at the blond guy in purple.

"Hey! Stop actin' like a damn kid. Si' down an' shu' up!"

The blonde shrugged and turned back to the brunette that had started talking to him. Harry decided to scoot close without looking suspicious to listen in nonchalant. How he did so: beside him in its scabbard he had made for it was the Sword of Gryffindor, so he wasn't completely defenseless. He pulled it out, for a brief moment the AVALANCHE members tensed, before Harry took out a white cloth from one of his pockets and began polishing the blade.

"Cloud, you want to look at this with me? It's a map of the Midgar Rail System," she said.

Cloud decided to walk over to the young woman. "Here, I'll explain it to you, Cloud. I like this kinda stuff. Bombs and monitors... you know: flashy stuff." Harry heard her tap a few buttons, "Here, this is a complete model of the city of Midgar. It's about a one ten-thousandth scale. The top plate is about fifty meters above ground. A main support structure holds the plate up in the center, and there are other support structures built in each section."

The girl suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper; Harry scooted a bit closer and strained his ears to listen. "The No. 1 Reactor we blew up was in the northern section."

She suddenly talked normally again. "Then there's No. 2, No. 3, all the way around to the No. 8 Reactor. The 8 Reactors provide Midgar with electricity." Harry could hear a frown as she spoke more, "Each section used to be a town, with its own name. But no one in Midgar remembers them anymore. So, instead of names, we refer to them by numbered sectors. That's the kind of place this is. Phew," she took a breath to catch her breath, "This is next. Look!"

Despite the temptation to do so, Harry continued feigning disinterest in the conversation next to him as he continued polishing the metal blade, before carefully strapping it back into its scabbard and setting the blade over his lap whilst putting the cloth away.

"This is the route this train is on. The route spirals around the main support structure. We just passed the center area a bit ago. There is an ID sensor device at each checkpoint. It can check the identities and backgrounds on each and every passenger on the train by linking it up to the central databank at Shinra headquarters."

He sighed mainly to himself, and looked back out the window again. He wasn't that much worried. Since coming to Midgar, he'd managed to get proper ID so he could at least get the chance to wander without running into trouble with the city's law enforcement. Still, it still got him into minor trouble when it came to him always toting around the Gryffindor Heirloom (Sword of Gryffindor) whih he aquired without them knowing about it.

"Look... you can see the surface now. This city don't have no day or night. If that plate weren't there... we could see the sky."

Cloud walked over and looked out the window. "A floating city... Pretty unsettling scenery."

The gun-arm man stood up and smirked at Cloud. "Huh? Never expect that outta someone like you. You jes' full of surprises." He took a deep breath and began to growl, "The upper world... a city on a plate... It's 'cuz of that fucking pizza, that people underneath are sufferin'! And the city below is full of polluted air! An' on toppa that, the Reactors keep drainin' up all the energy!"

"Then why doesn't everyone move up onto the plate?"

"Dunno," Barret replied, calmly, "Probably 'cuz they ain't go no money. Or, maybe... they love their land, no matter how polluted it gets."

Cloud nodded in understanding. "I know. Nobody lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can't go anywhere except for where its rails take it."

A few minutes of terse silence followed, broken by the sound of screeching brakes. The train came to a grounding halt, and all the exit doors opened. The last stop is announced over the PA as the passengers filed out of the train car, followed by the group of terrorists. Seeing that he was the last one left, Harry stood up and strapping the Sword of Gryffindor on him, he walked toward the door. Before he could step off however, he was shoved backwards as the large man with gun on his arm came back in and shut the door.

"Hey! What gives?" Harry grunted, getting back to his feet while also grasping the sword in prepared defense.

"Yer not bad at the stealthy stuff, kid," he said calmly, crossing his arms and studying him closely, "You were a bit obvious 'bout listenin' to Jesse an' Cloud."

Harry didn't say anything. He wanted to run the hell away but something made him want to hear this guy out. "Listen... I know you know abou' the Reactor. What do you think of it?"

Harry hadn't expected that. Nevertheless, he thought for a minute then remembered his earlier thoughts. "I don't really know. I don't know anything about this place except the first two months I spent traveling Midgar upon arriving here to the city. I'd rather not decide anything for certain until I know more," he answered truthfully.

Harry recognized the look in the man's eyes as the man started lecturing Harry on what the Reactors were doing to the planet. He has the same fiery gleam that... that she had whenever she would talk about her... Harry couldn't finish his thought. His heart ached a bit whenever he thought of her. At the end of his lecture, the man introduced himself as Barret, then asked Harry if he got it all. Harry nodded slowly.

"So these Reactors are sucking out the Life Energy of the planet, and without this energy the planet withers and dies... right, I got it. So, what are you planning to do about it? Surely just blowing up the Reactors wouldn't stop Shinra by itself. I have heard about them, and unfortunately I have had a few run-ins with their other side before I decided to stick to underground."

"Heh. I've got it all planned out." Barret looked at him a bit more closely, "Hey kid, that sword of yours, is it any use?"

Harry considered this. "Well of course it's a great use. Helped me when I was traveling the plains of this landscape, and the mountains avoiding the marshes where the Midgar Zolom breeds. Why do you ask?"

"'Cuz there be monsters in them lands," Barret snickered, "then again, I can tell you can handle yourself well. You'll be safe from monsters while in a populated area, but once you leave a town, you'll be confronted by wolves, rouge robots and the like; even some bandits, mebbe. Can't be too careful..."

"Right..." Harry nodded slowly, "So... what are you doing?"

Barret shrugged. "I don't normally do this sorta thang; trying to bring down a company like the Shinra with only a few good hands requires a lot of guerilla tactics and some distrust towards the general population." He looked at Harry again, "But somethin' tells me you can be trusted. You want in AVALANCHE? We can always use some more people workin' fer us."

Harry thought over his options. He was being offered a job of sorts – a dangerous one, to be sure, but he had faced plenty of danger before... most of them were thrown completely out of his control and once suspected were just plots by a slight manipulative Headmaster of a certain school. Harry looked up, his decision made.

"Eh, why the hell not? It'd give me something to do and a steady source of information. I can also stop finding areas in the slums to sleep for a night or fight against crazed bandits monsterized or otherwise."

Barret looked at him quizzically for a minute then chuckled. "Come with me, kid." Harry followed Barret as the door opened and they jumped out.

=0=0=

Barret led Harry through a small town, which primarily consisted of ramshackle buildings that reminded Harry of the Shrieking Shack. They stopped outside a bar, whose glowing neon sign read Seventh Heaven.

"Jes a second, kid," Barret commented before ducking inside.

Harry heard the sounds of gun shots, then jumped aside as all the patrons inside came running out in a panic. A bar maid stood outside, bowing apologetically.

She wore a tight, white tank top that exposed her midriff, a short brown leather miniskirt, comfortable-looking boots, and leather gloves with a metal knuckle stitched over her fingers. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair was kept secure with a hair tie down near the end of her hair. She ducked back inside once the patrons had all disappeared. Barret's comrades all entered the bar, having been given the go-ahead by the large man himself.

He nodded at Harry. "Ok! Go on ahead!" He then turned and bellowed something at someone; "Yo! Cloud! Get off your slow-movin' ass!"

Chuckling despite himself, Harry hopped over the railing and pushed through the tavern door. The stares he received from those inside brought back the irksome feelings he used to feel whenever he entered the Great Hall at Hogwarts when he was younger and still living on that island. Sometimes those stares will forever bother him.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" the thin man with the rifle interrogated him without a moment's hesitation.

"And who the hell are you?" Harry shot back.

The young lady got a closer look at Harry. "Oh, you're the kid from the train... the one listening to Cloud and me."

The guy shot an intense glare at her. "If you knew he was listening then why were you still speaking?"

"I only noticed it afterwards, Biggs!" she shot back with a glare, before turning to face Harry, smiling once again, "though, something also tells me you're not entirely that new around here in Midgar."

"As it is," the portly guy spoke, "the damage is done. He must have spoken with Barret anyway, otherwise he wouldn't be here."

The open tavern door pushed open, and Cloud walked in with Barret following.

"Alright, everyone, listen. We have a new guy joinin' us."

Harry smiled nervously. "The name's Harry. Been to Midgar for only two months."

"Only two months?" asked the round man.

"The first month was spent on the upper sectors before a rather crude run-in with the wrong crowds forced me to hide underground because Shinra though that the killer of a group of Shinra personnel was done with a sword-type weapon."

"Wrong place at the wrong time," Barret muttered, "Shinra would like to put the blame on people just to boost their own popularity."

"The guy was found... left to rot to death somewhere in the Sector 3 slums when that same guy tried to kill me in an attempted mugging."

"Alright, everybody. Downstairs for a meeting. We'll all introduce ourselves down there." Barret walked over to a pinball machine, and flipping a hidden switch, the floor under it began to go down on a crude elevator lift. Everybody else walked over and jumped down the hole.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked to the bar maid.

"I'm Tifa Lockhart. It's nice to meet you, Harry."

"Same to you, Tifa," he says, "so, do you run this place?"

"Yup. I get a bit of help from the others, and sometimes from my friend Cloud over there." Harry looked over to the blonde with the large sword standing there, still gazing at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"Why did you join?" she asked.

"Well... I'm but a petty murderer to the Shinra, and even though many say they are the greatest... well... not many of the Shinra's police personnel wouldn't allow me a chance to tell my side of the story. It... it kind of reminds me of the bigoted one-sided justice I once fell under by another minor government outside Shinra's rules."

Tifa raised an eyebrow at that.

"I'm originally from another island nation far from the three mainlands," he explained, "where Shinra hardly has any contact with since that island nation is now dead, with the few populaces dying from radiation of dumped weapons."

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

Harry and Tifa heard the sound of the lift descending, and saw Cloud riding down the lift.

"Yeah. I'm also an orphan. Didn't really knew my parents much... I lived in a small secluded island from my homeland away from most of the polluted lands of the dead weapons dump by Shinra... though I now heard that island sunk after a quake sunk it a year ago... hell, I attempted suicide because there was some crazed killer who went insane by Mako poisoning tried to kill me, but died."

"That's horrible," she gasped.

Harry sat down, as did Tifa across from her. "The few of my small village proclaimed me some savior... really; they were a bit one-minded. And when the supposed killer came back to life, the village sought for me to kill him again. Granted, I was only eleven when the killings began again. With all that crap being shoved onto me, I snapped and tried to kill myself when I was sixteen, ended up washed ashore on the continent in the west near an old village next to the ruins of a reactor. An old couple there found me, nursed me back to health... and they took care of me until they made me realize that my failed suicide was god saying that I should live a renewed life. Away from my old village, away from the people who pressured me, forced me to fix the problems the minor island nation government left unchecked... well..."

He looked at Tifa. "I guess you can understand what I'm getting at."

"I do," she said softly, looking directly into Harry's eyes, "even your eyes speak that they have seen more than simple street fights."

Harry smiled sadly. "Yup..."

"You're a brave young man to put up with all of those hardships, Harry," Tifa tells the teenager.

He chuckled a bit. "Brave, maybe... but I still have fears and nightmares at times... especially nightmares of my birth parents dying... I have a bit of a good memory... and a baby remembering the sounds of his parents being murdered in your crib room..."

She got up, walked around, and hugged him. Harry tensed a bit but sunk into the embrace.

Sister dear...

From the elevator lift, the rest of AVALANCHE had listened in.

=0=0=

Harry awoke to a slight crick in his neck and a stiff lower back. He stood up and stretched; pleasantly surprised that he didn't have any bad dreams last night. He finished stretching and rode the pinball elevator back upstairs to be greeted with the sight of Tifa and Barret standing around talking about whatever Barret seemed to have planned for the day, and little Marlene (who he met late last night, finding her to be quite a charming little girl when she's not too shy) mixing drinks. He spotted the Sword of Gryffindor, and was relieved he had just left it sitting on the table, inside its scabbard.

"Good morning Harry, did you sleep well?" Tifa greeted the teen.

"Yeah, a bit of a crick in my neck, but I slept better. Better than sleeping in the slums outside worrying if someone or something will try and mug ya."

"So, I noticed your fancy sword from yesterday," said Tifa, "it had Materia Slots on it. You have Materia on you?"

"Yeah, only three Materia." He taps the Carbon Bangle, "I had this for a year now. Came with the two Materia that was useful for me from time to time. It's a Fire and an Ice elemental Materia."

He then lifted his right leg up and plops his boot down on the chair, and pulls the zipper up, revealing his high boot and his protected knee behind the kneecap. Around the ankle is an Iron Bangle, along with a slotted Materia. "And this is my favorite Materia found in the mountains near the wastelands outside the city limits. It's a Dash Materia. It's useful for quick boosts of speed to evade potential enemy attacks."

"Dash Materia, huh?"

"They're rare Materia to come across," Harry said, "even rarer to just find lying around."

"Hm... that is a nice sword you have, though," Cloud said, eyeing the elegant blade as Harry unsheathed it.

"Thanks. It was old, but I decided to upgrade it so that it would be even stronger. Plus the person who fixed this sword back in the west used a Four Slots and added it onto my sword."

"Eh, that's not really a sword, though," Cloud pulled out his own sword from his back, "Now, this is a sword."

Eyes wide, a sudden smirk crept onto Harry's face at the sight of the monstrous blade. "Why, what a big sword you have, Cloud. Are you, perchance, over-compensating for something?"

Cloud's eyes bulged in surprised embarrassment as those in the room roared with laughter. Once Tifa and Barret's laughter settled and Cloud recovered his composure returning his sword to his back, Tifa spoke up. "I'm going this time with you and the gang."

Barret spoke up. "Our target's the Sector 5 Reactor. Head for the station first. I'll fill you in on the train." Before anyone could approach the door, though, Barret called to Cloud, "Yo! Cloud! Before the next mission, I got somethin' I wanna ask you! I, uh... I don't really know how to use Materia! I'll give you that Materia we found. Just teach me how to use it!"

Cloud sighed. As Cloud began to explain the concepts of it to Barret, Harry walked over to Jessie.

"So... nervous?" she asked the teen.

"Somewhat... I mean, I just joined yesterday and already I know that this is going to be a heavy task. I'm practically the newbie of your group."

She giggled, and wrapped an arm around him. "Don't worry. I'm sure Barret won't be too tough on you being the new guy and all. Just be careful and listen to Barret."

"Sure thing Jessie... Oh... and uh, thanks again for last night."

She smiled, remembering how she approached him and warmed up immensely to him, and also giving him a bit of comfort. "You're welcome, Harry."

"Alright, guys and girls. Head to the train right now. Regroup there, and then we'll discuss about the plan. You know what to do so go. Harry, you're with Cloud, Tifa, and me."

"Sure," he replied, as Jessie squeezed his hand reassuringly, before following Biggs and Wedge out the bar.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Tifa exclaimed, "Cloud, the man at the Weapon Shop across from the bar wanted to give you something. Don't forget to stop by."

"Alright then. I'll catch up real quick." He exited without another word, as Harry felt a hard thump to his back.

"Jus' follow my words and you'll stay alive. I don't want your scrawny little ass killed."

"Sure, Barret," he said.

"Let's get going. Marlene, keep mindful of the bar."

"Okay Tifa. Be careful dad."

"We'll be back soon pumpkin."

The three left the Seventh Heaven. A minute later after boarding the train (Cloud catching up quickly), the machina whistled and began to trundle down the tracks onward to its destination. Harry could only wait, and see what happens... but he just knew that he was in for an adventure. He just didn't know how dangerous this would all become as it unfolds.


The story itself will be slightly different. Yes, I will have things involving the Harry Potter world... frankly, I wouldn't know what I would directly have involve, but I'm thinking of a way. Until then... what do you think?