CHAINED

By: DeathNoteMaker

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII, because those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Square Enix. I do own this fanfic, my ideas, and OCs.

Category: Crossover

Book(s)/Game(s): Harry Potter/Final Fantasy VII

Pairing(s): [Main] Rufus Shinra/Harry Potter/Sephiroth, Various/Harry Potter, etc.

Rating: M

Warning(s): Blood, Character Death, Extreme Violence, Human Trafficking, Kidnapping, Language, Slash, Slavery, etc.

Genre(s): Action, Drama, Humor, Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, PWP, Tragedy/Comfort, etc.

Summary: While attending a slave auction with his father, Rufus Shinra, the son of the richest man in the world, had no idea that his interests would be capture by one of the young men being put up for sale. That night he comes into the possession of a world-weary young man by the name of Harrison, who possesses a strange and almost detached view of the world around him. Making his plans to take over ShinRa, Rufus had no idea that his one person would be the key to helping him with his goals. Not to mention saving their world from the fate that had been written for them.

A/N: This is going to be sort of AU for the Final Fantasy VII canon, and all the events in Harry Potter happened except for some changes. Harry looks more like his mother, but still had his father's messy hair. Plus Harry is based a bit on C.C. from Code Geass, with him being alive for so long that he has developed a jaded view on everything.

Prologue

Heated gazes blazed across his skin, perverse promises floated through their minds as the spotlights overhead burned down on him from overhead. A thick black leather strip covered his eyes, and prevented him from glaring at the sick degenerates around him. Not that anything humans did surprised him, after all any remaining faith in humanity that he had left a long time ago. Long ago he had accepted that there were people like these, whom supported this. Human Trafficking, an act of stripping away the will of others and turning them into nothing but objects to be sold to the highest bidder. Moving his shackled hands a little to try and get some feeling back in them, the slender young man gritted his teeth at the situation he was in.

It wasn't the first time, and he was sure that it most likely wouldn't be the last. Forcing himself not to fidget, he stood a little straighter and steeled himself for the life awaiting him. Like many others, all he could do is hope that he wasn't bought by some sick fuck, who would try to damage him beyond repair. Not that doing that to him was such an easy task mind you. Snorting at the thought, he knew anything done to him was never permanent. He would always recover and move on, as he had been doing for centuries now.

The only thing that made him feel at least a bit okay with the situation he found himself in was the fact that he was keeping a woman and child from being separated, and put into this horrible situation. Warmth spread around the chasm where his heart once thrived at the thought of the woman and her son, whom had taken him in after finding him in the snow. In order to pay them back for that unexpected show of compassion, he was doing this to make sure to keep them from this fate.

Anyone else, he would have vanished regardless of whether they would've been punished for his actions. Two faces flashed within his mind's eye, and the cool feel of the pendent resting against his chest seemed to come to the forefront of his mind. He thankfully still had the gift that he been given to him by the young boy. "Alright everyone, this is one of the more exotic pieces of merchandise that we have available this evening!" Resisting the urge to break the man's hold on him as he felt himself ushered through the curtains, he let himself be brought to the platform, which had been installed just for this auction.

Large hands rested on his shoulders, and he once again had to hold himself from shaking free from the hands. After all, he didn't want anyone touching him.

"This one is a real beauty with an unknown origin, a slender almost delicate build, skin as pale as the moon, and hair darker than the night sky itself…but that's not all-" One of the hands on his shoulder suddenly slid up his neck to the back of his head. The young man tensed up, and then a moment later felt the strip of leather being pulled away from his face. For a moment silence filled the room as everyone watched with the utmost attention while he slowly opened his eyes. Gasps rang throughout the room as they took in his bright eyes. "-and eyes as bright as the very substance that fills our planet." Excited mutterings sprung up in the crowd, and the black-haired male noted that many were planning on bidding on him from what he could discern from their expressions.

Oh, he had no doubt that he was going to be bought tonight, and it would be because of his eyes. Call him arrogant all you like, but he was certain of this due to how many times he's been bought before. Many people that he had encountered, whether good or bad had always commented on his eyes. The old woman, who had taken him in once had said that his eyes seemed to captivate their very soul. Letting his eyelids droop halfway, he trailed his eyes from person to person. Every time he would look someone straight in the eyes, they would instantly stop what they were doing to stare back.

Smirking mentally in bemusement, he closed his eyes before clenching his fists behind his back. 'Just like they're in a trance…' It would be over in a few minutes anyway, there was no use for him to think about such irrelevant things.

"So should we start the bidding at One million gill?"

Bids filled the air, and as each bidder yelled an amount, the exotic young man assessed their worth. Some didn't look half bad, while others he hoped didn't have the slightest chance of winning. Not that he put much weight in the appearance of the bidders, after all the ugliest personality can be hidden behind the face of an angel. Most here were businessmen, old or young, the kind that frequented these kind of things and then go home to kiss their wife and children goodnight. They were the type of man who had just bought someone who could've been his wife or children if things had been different.

So lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the last bid until the room fell completely silent. The emerald-eyed beauty was snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed the spotlight falling down on a man that was walking up to the stage. Looking directly into the man's face, his green eyes connected with aquamarine eyes. Registering the features of the man, the raven-haired boy could've sworn for a second that his old rival and dear friend of his had been reborn. But the completely white attire made him think that in order to screw with his mind, and angel had come to liberate him.

Of course, like he had always known the thought was tossed aside as he saw the smirk on the handsome man's face. Blond hair hung loose around his face, and aquamarine eyes were as hard as Mythril. As soon as he stood on the stage, the 'merchandise' noticed the steel suitcase that was in his hand. Curious as to what he was going to do, his green eyes widened in shock as the man unlatched the top, and swung it open. Paper currency flew out and fell around him, the auctioneer, and the man who was going to be his master.

"This is enough right?"

The auctioneer could only gape in shock at the amount of Gil that was around them, and nodded dumbly. Instantly the shackles around the raven-haired beauty's wrists and ankles fell. Staring up at his buyer with apathetic half-lidded eyes, he didn't make a single move. Once again Aquamarine connected with emerald, and the blond smirked as he held his hand out to him.

"Come."

With a small sigh, the pretty young man placed his hand in his master's as he knew he had no other choice. The moment Harrison James Potter had no idea of how much he was going to change the future of the world he had lived to witness come to be. Nor did he have any idea of what the fates had in store for him. Stepping off of the stage, he stared into the man's face as he felt a spark flicker briefly in his soul.

Things were going to be very intriguing beyond this point, this the immortal boy could tell.

End of Prologue

Oh yeah, I stopped it there, though the next chapter will pretty much be from Rufus's POV of the Auction, and then we move on with the story. I hope that you all enjoyed and will continue to read this story. (Bows) I also can't wait to read the reviews! I especially can't wait for the reviews, because I am a shameless review whore. I can't help it, and most of the authors on here are the same. LOL!

Ja ne,

DeathNoteMaker