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: ...Holy s***...I had no idea that so many people would be interested in my story! Thank you andomon, Little Green Faerie Of Doom, kya-brightshadow, terfa, TsukiRoze, dhuron, Moki Mischief, DarkVampire1337, PhantomGirl17, and WhiteWolfShadowPanther for Faving; thank you GaaShikaNaruJiKe, foxy2015, pococo, Larkfall, Gbstermite, 917brat, Hikari51, Lanaught, XYukichix, Alewar, SleepyMangaHead, Sstormlight, Kira Akuma, SunWindy, softdeepgrey, bookimp, Lady Lazy, Shinkashinko, 18cookies, Marikalay, Yukiko Yui, BleachedNaruto, and Ameagari Shizukesa for Following; and thank you hyper kitten, Serena6686, Lieselotte18, Ice Dragon of the West, tatsuki1988, maricarolabe, Reno is the best turk, Rrhagia, LecediDio, blossomlilytree, and LovelyMusic10 for doing BOTH! XD
AN2: If you are reading this story and hate Yaoi, as in MalexMale love, stop reading so that I do not get any flames from those that don't bother to read the Author's Note! Trust me, if I get any flames of that genre, I will post their review/PM and my reply for all those to read it. I'm a quarter German and part Irish (and a smidgeon of a Native American tribe known for their tempers); I'm not afraid to let loose my temper! :)
AN3: Comments and Constructive Criticism I will enjoy, and flames I will use to cook fried Gongaga puppies :) Unless they're so offensive that I WILL post and bash them.
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!
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Like any hero, a hero must have a beginning. Despite being only fifteen months old, I remember every detail of that fateful night that began my story...
"The boys are already asleep, but Andrew does tend to get fussy when he wakes up," Lily Potter said to their good friend and secret keeper Peter Pettigrew. James handed his wife her robes as he grabbed the jar of floo powder.
"I-it's no p-problem a-at all," Peter stuttered out as he wiped his hands against his robes. "T-these a-are dangerous t-times."
"You're a good friend Peter," James clapped Peter's shoulder before throwing some powder into the lit fireplace, turning the fire green.
"We would stay, but Dumbledore's called a meeting tonight. Thank you Peter," Lily smiled at the rat animagus as James stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Lily followed James' action as she too stepped into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" she called out clearly as she too disappeared and the fire returned to normal.
Waiting several minutes just in case the Potters came back for some forgotten item, Peter gave a long sigh of relief when they didn't return. He crept quietly, or as quietly as he could, up the stairs towards the nursery.
Silently opening the door, he peered in to see in two little boys, only fifteen months old, in a shared crib. One of the twins, named Andrew Corwin Potter, had the same hair as his father; dark brown, almost black, in color that was already starting to take on a disheveled rat's nest of an appearance. The smaller twin, Harrison James Potter, had smooth brown hair that had a red tinge. Harry's hair color was quite mysterious at first until Lily figured that his hair color was a mix from her (red hair) and her maternal grandfather, Corwin Donne [1].
Seeing that both the boys were fast asleep, the rat animagus closed the door, not noticing that Harrison had woken up and was looking at the door with Avada Kedavra green eyes.
Swiftly making his way to the living room, Peter took out his chestnut and dragon heartstring wand [2] and rolled up his left sleeve, until an ugly black mark was seen on his forearm. It was the dark mark, the mark that every follower of Voldemort had spelled onto their arms as a sign of servitude to the Dark Lord. Pressing his wand against the mark, he hissed in pain as the mark sent out a signal.
Hearing a distant pop, Peter made his way to the front door and opened it. There, standing on the other side of the door was Lord Voldemort himself. Clothed in a black robe, he was a tall but thin man, the hood of his robe hiding his face despite the fact that his glowing red eyes could be seen through the darkness that hid his face.
"My Lord," Peter whimpered out as Voldemort stepped into the house. "The boys are upstairs in the nursery."
Either Voldemort had acknowledged Peter's words or ignored him, Peter never knew as the dark lord made his way up the stairs. Peter quickly decided that he was going to make a break for it before the Potters returned from the Order meeting. Dashing out the door, he switched into his animagus form and scampered off into the darkness to who knows where.
Voldemort had just reached the nursery door, and he could already feel such powerful magic coming from inside the room. He sneered as he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, only to be met with such intense green eyes coming from one of the two boys. The dark haired boy was still asleep, and Voldemort realized that the powerful magic was coming from the one with the green eyes.
"Such powerful magic for one so small," Voldemort remarked as the fifteen month old continued to glare at him, something quite unusual and unnatural for someone of his age to do. "It is such a pity that I will have to kill you as you seem to be the one with such power that could one day best even me."
The Dark Lord pointed his wand at young Harrison. "Avada Kedavra."
As the green light was heading towards the brunette, a golden sphere suddenly enveloped the boy. Red eyes widened as the killing curse rebounded off the sphere and headed back towards him. Voldemort tried to dodge the rebounded spell but was unfortunately, for him, hit by his own spell.
There was an earth shattering boom as the spell hit his body. The roof of the nursery collapsed, a wooden beam clipping Andrew on the right cheek, creating a jagged line not unlike a thunderbolt and causing the young boy to wake up and cry. For little Harrison, what little of the curse that crept through the shield hit him on his forehead creating a thunderbolt scar.
But he didn't die. Oh no, the golden shield would not allow the boy to die. The shield shrunk until it encompassed the boy in a soothing golden light as the shield sank beneath his skin and merged with his core, waiting to one day be used.
Voldemort's body had turned to dust and his spirit had fled the ruined home of Godric's Hollow, but he vowed that one day he would return and kill Harry Potter.
The young toddler was very confused. He did not know where the pretty gold shield came from, but when it went inside his body, he did not feel very tired at all. Feeling something wet on his forehead, he put his hand on his forehead and then put it down to see why he was feeling wetness there. On his hand was something warm and red. He remembered that it was blood. He was bleeding.
Hearing footsteps above his big brother's shrieks, he looked at the doorway to see an old man with a long beard. He recognized him as a friend of his parents, but he didn't like the old man at all. He felt like he was lying all the time. His brother called him 'Grandpa Alby', but Harry called him 'Dumby' or 'Dum Dum'.
He saw Dum Dum take out his stick and make some motions in front of him. First towards him then towards Andy. He didn't like the look in Dum Dum's eyes as he put his stick away and approached him. Dum Dum picked him up.
"There's no time to waste. I'm very sorry Harrison, but you're not going to see your family for a long time," he told Harry as his blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses.
Harry glared at him. "You're not sorry, Dum Dum."
The old man chuckled, but it didn't sound nice at all to Harry.
"You're right. I'm not sorry at all."
And with that, he took out his stick again and waved it in front of Harry's face. He suddenly felt sleepy, which was weird because the golden light had made him energized not that long ago.
The last thing he saw were those dreadfully twinkling blue eyes before he saw darkness.
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Harry's green eyes opened to the sound of a shrill shriek. He looked up from the basket that he had found himself in to see a skinny woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and a long neck. The woman grabbed the basket that he was in and swiftly brought him inside the house. She opened the door that was under the stairs and almost threw the basket, with him in it, in and she slammed the door.
It was very dark in that little room, but Harry could hear what the woman was saying very clearly.
"Vernon! They left my freaky sister's son here! What do we do?"
"Don't worry Pet, I'll drop the brat off in the forest on my way to work. We will not have his sort here in our home."
Harry felt sleepy again, so he closed his eyes once again. He didn't know how long they were closed, but when he opened them, he was in a forest and could distantly hear a car starting up and driving away.
He sniffled. He was alone. Dum Dum took him away from his parents and the people he left him with dumped him in the forest.
Unseen by Harry, a light appeared. It grew bigger and bigger, until it was as tall, or taller, than a person. A man stepped out of the light; a portal. He was a big man, almost heavyset, with tan skin and dark eyes. The man had somewhat wavy brown hair with a full beard. He was dressed in brown pants, an orange top with a white lab coat on top, and sandals adorning his feet.
The man took a look around him.
"Hmm...the portal seems to have dropped me off in a forest. Interesting, it was supposed to drop me off somewhere near any signs of life..."
His eyes took in his surroundings, until he saw the basket and a tuft of red-brown. Curious, he stepped closer to the object until he realized what he was seeing.
"A baby?"
Hearing a voice, Harry looked up and saw the man. Green eyes met those that were dark. The man noticed that the baby, no a toddler's eyes didn't hold the naivety that a normal toddler had.
"Interesting," was all the man said before he picked up the basket. His thoughts began to run. His wife one year ago had given birth to a boy with inactive Jenova cells, but he was born normal; no signs or changes in his DNA or molecular structure at all. A failed experiment. What if the problem was the Jenova cells integrating with cells that were too new, too fragile, thus resulting in the Jenova cells not being integrated at all?
He looked at the mysterious toddler as he began to walk back to the portal. "Yes. You will do just fine."
That day, by becoming a test subject for Project G, I ceased to be Harrison James Potter and began my life as Genesis Rhapsodos.
AN: I was going to stop the chapter at the point of Dumbledore putting Harry to sleep, but my original plans was for the first chapter to encompass Halloween night all the way to the point of Hollander finding him...so I trudged on and made the chapter even longer. Sad to say, I'm afraid that most chapters aren't going to be this long... Rate and Review!
[1] Donne: (Scottish, Irish) From Gaelic donn meaning "brown", a nickname for a person with brown hair. names/usage/scottish
[2] Peter's wand is listed in his profile on the Harry Potter Lexicon