Lost Ancient.

Disclaimer; The only thing I own are the stuff in my Apartment and that's it. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling and Square Enix.

Warnings; The Story is M rated, for the amount of Blood and Gore that will be coming. The language that will be used and the sexual contents that will eventually show up.

Also there might be Slash coming into this Story, between whom is a secret. (Meaning that I have no idea, what the pairings will be either. There is a poll in my profile, though if it doesn't work just send me a pm or put your desired pairing in a review)

Summary; He had finished his war, he had done his duty and the only ones who had survived were his Sister in all but blood and his Surrogate father. But then, he was called the next Dark Lord. In a desperate attempt made by his last two family members to give him a normal life, he was send into a completely different world.

One would have thought that he might have been able to get a normal life there. Instead, trouble seems to follow him everywhere. His age reverted to a nine year old, most of his magic blocked and only armed with a strange red sphere, he needs to make a new life for himself and beat the obstacles in his away. Will he make it?

A Harry Potter X Final Fantasy VII Crossover.

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Chapter 6

Ignorance is Bliss,

No Matter how many would Deny it.

"You are what?!" the resounding shout from his mother, had him reeling back with ringing ears. "Not so loud, mom." he hissed, rubbing them.

"What the in Shiva's name were you thinking Harry James?! Turks! They want your sister! What if they find out about your connection with Aerith, they could use you to get to her or order you to capture her! I don't want to see my children placed in that kind of situation, you are withdrawing from Shinra immediately." the woman ordered, crossing her arms and making sure she had her point across. She nearly fell to her knees to beg her son to get out, while he still could, so she wouldn't lose him or Aerith. She grabbed his hands and pleaded silently with him. When he pulled one of his hands away and dragged her in a hug, she already knew she had lost that argument. "Oh Harry, what if something happens? The Turks are cruel and heartless, I don't want to see my only son getting destroyed. You always were such a radiant child, brimming with light and kindness." she murmured into his shoulder. Harry simply closed his eyes and held his mother close.

"It's going to be alright. With this position I can get closer to the truth, I can find out what they want and what they are doing. I can protect you and Aerith better. I know that it will be hard, trust me I do know mom, but the thought of losing you or Aerith is killing me and I can't let that happen." he kissed her temple and looked up. A smiling Aerith stood on the opposite side of the room. Releasing his other hand from his mother's hand, he welcomed his younger sister in his arms. "I'm going to keep you both safe, I promise." Aerith simply closed her eyes and leaned into his hug.

She had missed him, she had missed her brother. He always gave those loving and warm hugs, they made you feel like you were so safe and protected that he was never far away and always with you. Looking up, Aerith kissed his cheek and stared into his glowing eyes. Eyes that reminded her of the Lifestream and the people in it. He would always be her brother, no matter how much he would change. And deep inside her heart and being, she could hear the Planet sing in happiness.

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When the trio broke their hug, Harry played with a strand of his hair, twisting it and tugging it. Aerith watched in amusement, though it faded some what when she thought back to his eyes. Taking a deep breath she sat down in her own chair and stared at him. "You have Mako in you." the widening of their mother's eyes and the hand trembling portrayed the woman's shock. He however simply nodded, when he looked at Aerith she could see worry shining in his eyes. "How bad?" she never once broke eye contact with him.

"I can hear the voice of the Planet now, I have trouble controlling my own Magic and then there is the fact that I'm stronger then I should be. Something is wrong with me Aerith and honestly… it's scaring me." his hands shook and they saw the sudden fragile nature of him. His control was showing small cracks, it made Aerith get out of her chair and hug him again. Their mother simply smiled and knowing that this conversation was important for her children she silently left the room.

Neither sibling saw her leave though, they were too focused on each other. This time when Aerith held him, she focused on the Mako running through her brother's blood. She flinched when she noticed it was far more then a single shot should have been and that the Mako was intertwined with the strands of Magic that ran through his body. It gave the natural bright Magic an unearthly glow. Pulling back her focus she sighed and smoothed his fine long hair, before gently braiding it. "Your Magic, it's joined with the Mako. There is more Mako then a single shot though. Did you notice anything else strange? More needles?"

"Not really. After I got the first shot, I was in too much pain to notice anything else. It was almost like something was trying to tear me apart, and the voices in my head were just too loud the first time around. Like they were screaming in anger, pain, sorrow. I woke up in the Infirmary, I do remember that Hojo was the one that ended up giving me the injection." the slight tightening of her fingers in his hair was an indication that it had shocked and worried her. "Don't worry Aer, I'll be careful around him. I know that I will need to work with the insane fuck later on. But who knows I might be able to find out something."

Aerith sighed and nodded, kissing his cheek again. "Just be careful alright? You know you are different from the people around you, even different from me and I'm pretty special. That's also why I want you to come here or the church at least once a week, so I can help you with the voices and your new lack of control." she teased him gently, laughing softly when he pouted at her. "Now tell me all about your new job and the friends you've made." She listened and smiled when she heard his soothing voice telling her all about Zack, Sephiroth, Angeal, Tseng, Reno and even the tinniest bits about Genesis. She listened as he sometimes ranted about the protectiveness some of them showed and silently she wondered if her brother was truly that obvious to the people he surrounded himself with. It wouldn't surprise her, no matter how smart he was, or gifted, Harry was always lacking in social interaction. But then, the young man always managed to draw attention to himself, whether he wanted it or not. She just hoped he wouldn't get hurt.

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Zack ran a hand through his wild hair and closed his eyes, mind drifting to his friend and companion. A small smile danced on his lips and the tensed muscles in his body relaxed just slightly. He never noticed the glances his three Commanding Officers shared. "Harry… he's an one-of-a-kind man. Quick on his feet, sharp tongue and he can throw quite a punch, even though he looks petite and a bit feminine. He always knows how to encourage someone and is always willing to pause and help someone out. Just last when we went down in the Slums for dinner, he helped out a kid that looked starved." None of the Officers ever had been underneath the plate and although they had heard how bad people had it down there, they were still curious. Licking his lips Zack continued. "He told me he has one younger sister and they live with their mom. His sister and him, they share the same stunning eye color, or so he told me. He is raised here in Midgar, but he never told me where he was born. And the kid can cook, you should taste his stew or even his roast beef. They are amazing…" there he trailed off. He hadn't realized the silence that filled the room. Hadn't noticed that Sephiroth had relaxed completely, hadn't noticed that he had captivated Genesis with his tale and he certainly hadn't noticed that Angeal was looking at his companions with a very amused smile.

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Sephiroth was anxious and nervous, you wouldn't see it when you would look at him and only his closest of friends could see the small nearly invisible signs about his emotional state. The young man had been trained that showing emotions was a flaw, a weakness and he should not have any weaknesses. It's why he never showed anything about himself, about the fact that no matter how great he was, he was still human. It was a shame really, maybe if he didn't have the childhood he had, he might have been easier to approach, easier to get along with. And for the very first time in his life, he wished that he had been learned differently. This was the first time in his life that he knew and acknowledged one simple fact, that he shouldn't have been treated the way he had when he was a child, that not one of them had deserved their painful childhood. Swallowing thickly, the General pushed away those thoughts, deciding he would check them out later. Right now it was more important he listened to Zack, as the young SOLDIER talked about that green-eyed beauty.

Listening to those passionate words about the petite male, had him grow relaxed. He remembered how the young man had looked amongst the sheets in the infirmary. He had looked so fragile and pale, that Sephiroth was afraid Harry had died. He had been very happy when the young man woke up and was alright. But the news that something had changed with the green-eyed lovely, was what worried him. He knew what Hojo could do, the doctor could turn any sane man into a hospital plant and feel no remorse over it. Labeling it as a 'Failed Experiment' he hoped Harry would never end up in the hands of that man, but he knew that the reaction he had to the Mako injected in his blood, only called up more curiosity from Hojo.

"What else can you tell us about him Fair?" the voice of Genesis, commanding and somehow sane, was what startled him from his thoughts.

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The question brought him back to reality, faster then a bucket of ice. He shrugged and crossed his arms, thinking about what to say next. "I just don't want anything to happen to him. Guess I already failed on that part, with Psycho doing what he did. But I have no god-damn fucking clue what is wrong with Harry and that isn't good. Stuff aren't supposed to move while he ends up getting stressed." Zack looked at them.

"Move? What do you mean move?" Angeal demanded the answer, how the hell were stuff supposed to move and in what way.

"You know, they tremble when he get's upset or pissed off. I swear that last week I saw one of the pans in the kitchen float. And then there are those strange things happening around him, things popping up out of nowhere, or things changing color. But worst of it all is his Materia, he usually had that thing with him nearly all the time, but ever since his testing, he hasn't touched it without a good reason. The things shines like the fucking sun when he touches it and I swear I can see the sparks of fire flitting from it and it's not even a Fire Materia but a summoning one." he ranted and he knew it. The others just let him, he was just too frustrated to give a damn about what he was saying. 'Fuck, how am I supposed to protect Green-Eyes, when I have no clue what is going on?!' he felt like crying, he truly did.

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Later that evening, Harry was making his way home. He felt more relaxed and at ease after his talk with Aerith. He could feel old control slipping back in place and his Magic and the Mako purred in contentment at the attention their Host was giving them. Releasing a small sigh, he knew that tomorrow would be one hell of a day. Training with Tseng again after all. "Just a few more days and then I should be a full Turk…" he mumbled, entering his apartment. A frown slipped onto his face when he noticed it was empty. "Zack?" he looked around cautiously and felt a small tug at his heart, his friend wasn't back yet. Shaking off the disappointment he felt, he walked to his bedroom. Taking a look back at the empty living room he sighed and entered his sanctuary for a decent night of sleep. Silently he wondered how much time he had with his friend before he was shipped off to Wutai. When he laid down in bed, a singe tear slipped from his eyes and ended up on the pillow.

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Good news people, with Akhu-chan currently entertained with which plot bunny to poke for my latest crossover, I can focus on this story a bit more. Lucky he hasn't managed to capture many of them and he is pretty much split… (he always was split, schizophrenic, psychopathic Muse). But with my luck he will find a plot bunny he want's to keep and then bug me with it. My Muse seriously needs to get laid.

-ignores the furious Glare of Thousand Needles and Acid Burning Death-

Love

Lucretzia.

P.S. Check out my other story;

Magic's Heart (HP/??)

Magic is such a strange thing, some saw her as a power source, but he knew better.

Harry James Potter would be the first to tell you that Magic was not a power source, that Magic has no boundaries then the Human imagination. He knew that Magic lived, it breathed, it was a sentient being without limits. Harry James Potter also knew the dangers of using too much Magic or using it in a foolish way, Magic wasn't just something that wizard and witches had, it was a privilege. That was also the reason that he had decided at the age of 17, to teach at his old school and install that ideal into the minds of the younger students.

But Magic had a different idea, Magic decided that Harry James Potter would be better off using her, where she was needed. It was Magic that ripped through the layers of time and space, to pull her most favorite child into a completely different world. A world that needed his help more then anything else.

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