Summary: Hojo found another specimen, one strong and dangerous enough to defend itself, except for one time. He soon discovered its cells killed everything, even Jenova cells, so he lost interest but send them to Hollander without explaining his discoveries, slightly interested in seeing what the other would do with the malicious cells and what consequences would occur with the one chosen to host those cells.

How will things change for Genesis when the effects start showing? How will a disembodied voice change things for him and the rest of Gaia? Will those changes be for better or worse?

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I'm not the owner of Harry Potter and Final Fantasy. I wish I own Genesis. Pity. But I do own this plot.

Words: 1008.

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VI – 5 years: Otherworldly

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"What on Merlin's name is that?"

Harry sudden apparition after four days of absence stilled Genesis on the spot in a truly funny fashion: hunched over like a thief in the shadowed corridor that goes to his bedroom with a delicious dumbapple mere centimetres from his waiting -and watering- mouth. He blinked and couldn't stop the incredulous sound that escaped his control. He slapped his free hand over his mouth and looked around, when nobody popped from nowhere he ran to his room and closed the door as silently as he could. He let out a relieved sigh. That had been close and it was all that man's fault.

But first thing...

"This is a dumbapple. How on Gaia's name can you not know what a dumbapple is? Everybody knows that!"

"I know what an apple is," Harry defended himself "and I have seen red, green and even yellows apples but a purple one is just plain weird"

"And you almost got me into trouble!" Genesis continued his rant, ignoring Harry completely "Do you have any idea of how much trouble I would get into have they seen me?! You can't just appear like that in the middle of a mission of the utmost importance! What if I got caught? I would be banned from eating another dumbapple for weeks! Have you any idea of how terrible that would be?!"

"Ah... No?"

"Exactly! It would be horrible! I would die!"

"You would not die." Harry disagreed on mere principle. He was trying to come to terms with this new side of the redhead. Now this reminded him of Voldemort and his penchant for the dramatic, or maybe Snape with that little trick with his robes he was so fond of. Or maybe he should stick with Malfoy, the little drama queen.

"I would too!"

Definitely Malfoy.

"If you say so" he conceded. Looking from Genesis eyes he could see the strange fruit, now missing some chunks. It was like any other apple he had seen except for the colour and maybe the flavour but he wouldn't know that until he had his own body back. He considered the fruit in front of him but for the life of his he couldn't understand the reasons of Genesis' original irritation. It was probably a worldly difference, so he asked: "What is so special about this apple anyway? It looks ordinary to me except for the colouring"

"You mean... Really? You really don't know?" A negative feeling. After a moment of disbelief the redhead exploded "But it's the awsomest food in the world! It's sweet, and delicious, and cool, and... and... how can you not know?! Everybody knows about it!"

"Maybe because I am not from this world and I have not been able to explore it yet." Harry suggested blandly.

A second passed and many others followed before...

"WHAT?!"

Genesis slapped both hands over his mouth this time, eyes wide with trepidation as he waited and listened to the sounds from the house. When nothing happened he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. It took another five minutes before his galloping heartbeat slowed down to a normal rate. Why nobody ever said keeping secrets could be so stressful? At this rate he was going to have white hair before reaching his sixth birthday!

"Are you really from another world?" Genesis whispered in something akin to awe.

"I am." Harry hesitated for a moment "There are many worlds out there, more than I could imagine for sure"

"How... How is it? Your world I mean. Is it like this one? Did it have monsters? And mako? And trees and flowers too? Did you say you have red and green and yellow apples? Are they tasty? We have red apples too, but they aren't as sweet as dumbapples, I bet yours aren't as sweet as dumbapples. Have you been to other worlds? How were they? C'mon, tell me." Genesis fired question after question without sparing a second to breathe, it was oddly like when Hermione got started with one of her righteous rants about house-elves rights and whatnot but more annoying and childish, especially with than whined ending.

"It was very similar to this world but very different at the same time. All the... monsters had died by the time I left and no, we did not have this mako stuff. Yes, apples are sweet and I do not know if they are sweeter than a dumbapple as I have never eaten one. I have been to some other worlds too. They were... different." He listed some basics facts in a monotonous voice that completely lacked emotions. Not even an imagined hint emotion could be discerned. It was a voice he hadn't used in a long time, never after he almost irrevocably lost whatever humanity something like him could have retained in the first place. But trying to remember those times from his first life, when he was alive and human, beyond mere facts was too much to bear.

"That's really cool!" the redhead exclaimed breathlessly, unaware of the reluctance coming from the green-eyed man "C'mon, tell me something else! A story or something!"

"Maybe another time"

"Eh? But why?!" the boy whined "Don't be like that! Just a story! C'mon Harry! Harry?"

Had it been any good he may have looked around because Harry had suddenly disappeared without as much as a by-your-leave. He had retreated so deeply that Genesis could almost physically feel the absence of the man, it was as if he was missing a limb all of the sudden, it didn't hurt per-se but it was weird and uncomfortable. Had he been older, he would've been scared out of his mind because of how lost he felt without somebody that was a stranger at best and some sort of alien parasite at worst. As it was he only felt very cold and alone and all-around bothered by it.

He didn't even realize he had called Harry by his name for the first time.