So Harry was stuck with telling Ron.

He didn't want too. He really didn't want to. He liked Ron as a friend, and he was really sure that Genesis hated him. Like, 99% sure. But Ron liked Harry right? Even though he made sure to act like Sephiroth around him the last few months to mess with him. So maybe Ron wouldn't think that of Harry, if he told him now, instead of letting him find out on his own.

And it was with this thought process that he finally decided on in bed on Christmas Eve. He sighed, and rubbed his eyes. He was going to have to tell him tomorrow, and the thought of it was making it hard to sleep. So he just sat up and looked out the window. It was still early, thankfully, so he might be able to get some sleep in before the morning, if he could just stop thinking about this.

He glanced around the room, at the empty beds. Dean and Seamus were back with their families for Christmas and Neville was taking a trip with his Gran until New Year's. So the only other bed occupied was Ron's, right next to his. The person in question was currently snoring and Harry's mouth twitched up at the thought of all the times Genesis insisted that he did not snore.

Harry sighed again and looked away, thinking about how to tell him without Ron getting mad. Doing it bluntly, like he did most other things, wasn't going to get a good reaction. But if he just beat around the book he might lose his nerve.

(As Harry of course. Sephiroth would do something like losing his nerve)

With a sudden thought, he smiled and got up. He wasn't going to sleep tonight anyway, not matter what he told himself, and he just thought the perfect way to break it to him.

xXx

Harry fell asleep early that morning, right before dawn, happy that he finished the present but not expecting any presents at all for himself. So when he woke a few hours later, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.

"You, too," said Harry. He was looking at the pile in a small amount of wonder. He had never gotten so many. Growing up with Hojo, he got something "practical", such as a stapler or a hair brush, if he got anything at all. Once he met Genesis and Angeal, they of course got him a present each, and he would get a bottle of wine from Shinra, but that was about it. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, apples?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's. Harry picked though the pile, unwrapping things and setting them down carefully as if they all were the most important thing in his life. And at that moment, they were. And he continued like that until he heard a gasp from Ron. He looked up to see Ron flipping through a leather bound journal in awe and confusion. Harry almost smiled. It wasn't perfect, as he didn't have time to get a new journal and had to use one he got in the beginning of the school year, but he didn't think the missing pages in the front mattered much. He knew his friend didn't have a Loveless book to read from, and he did his best to write it out from memory.

Ron over at him sharply, his gaze much too serious for an eleven year old. "Is this from you? Because he got some stuff wrong."

Harry blinked before laughing quietly. Well, he wasn't expecting that, but he shouldn't of thought any less about his old friend. "Sorry. I guess you didn't say it enough for it to stick for 14 years apart."

"Of course you're Sephiroth. I was hoping not, but at least then that means other people are here."

"What gave it away?" Harry asked, deciding not to worry about the fact Ron was more interested in other people. Ron huffed.

"Other than the fact that you act like yourself? The eyes." Ron said, looking back down at the book. "Who else is here?"

"Hermione is Angeal and Neville is Zack. That's all we know right now."

"Angeal? Angeal's here?" Ron looked up, looking a little excited, before frowning. "I was such a dick to him-her-whatever."

"Well, she doesn't hold it against you." Harry said. "And if it makes you feel better, you're a dick to most people. Including your friends. Must I remind you the time that you blasted Angeal out of the sky during our spar."

"I rather you not, and when did you get an actual sense of humor?"

"About 11 years ago when I was reborn as a mostly normal boy."

"Mostly normal boy-who-lived."

"Please don't get jealous again. I can't even help this one." Harry said quickly, looking worried, for both himself and their friendship. What was left of it anyway. Ron sighed and waved his hand.

"No no, you're right. You couldn't of helped it before either, you were just more of a jerk about it." Ron looked back down, and said quietly. "Thank you for this, by the way. I couldn't bring myself to writing it myself for some reason."

"You're welcome," Harry said, a little surprised at the thank you. Genesis rarely said thank you. Ron laughed, as if knowing what his tone was about.

"I grew up with five older brothers this time around. I learned when to swallow my pride. I also learned when to try and kill them when Fred and George turned my stuffed bear into a giant spider."

"Are you talking about us, brother dear?" One of the twins said, coming down the stairs. The other twin was right behind him, and both of them were wearing sweaters with their initials.

"Did you give Harry his present from Mum, Ron?" The behind twin asked, smiling at them. Ron smiled back, shedding most of Genesis quickly.

"Not yet." He said and handed Harry a package. "Here, mum sent it to us for you a few days ago."

Harry blinked and opened it quickly. He looked at it shocked, as it was a sweater, like Ron's and Fred's and George's. He glanced back up at Ron.

"I might of mentioned to mum that your relatives weren't very nice."

"But I haven't said anything about my relatives." Harry said confused.

"Yeah, but I had a feeling since Halloween that somethings carried over." Ron said. "Now, let's go get breakfast."

And he left the room with his brothers, as if Harry had revealed nothing, and nothing had made Harry happier than to know that Ron didn't care.

xXx

"SSSSEEEPPPHHH!"

"Oh go no," Harry whispered, whirling around and jumping out of the way just in time to dodge Neville trying to tackle him. Neville, of course, hit the ground with a groan and a whine. Hermione sighed as she walked up, and looked at him with a look that said, "sorry." It was one that Angeal gave them a lot after he got the puppy. Ron chuckled as Neville got back up.

"Keep a leash on your puppy Hermione." He joked, and Hermione smiled.

"Oh so you did tell him!"

"What did you think I wouldn't?" Harry muttered, a little annoyed.

"Well I mean… yes. Yes I did think that you wouldn't tell him." Hermione said, looking at him very seriously. "Might as well tell the truth." Harry glared at her as Neville turned to Ron.

"Hermione wrote to me and told me everything! And I figured you wouldn't have that book so here you go!" He said happily, handing him a black journal. Hermione blinked before blushing.

"Oh, that was my gift to you too… I'm sorry Ron…" She said, handing over her's. Ron sighed and took both.

"No no, it's fine. Harry gave me one too. Maybe one of your's will be more accurate." He said, looking through Neville's gift. After a few moment's of silence, he looked up at Neville. "None of this is correct."

Neville just shrugged. "I didn't hear it a lot. It's the thought that counts."

As Ron and Neville started to argue, Hermione turned to Harry smiling. "So I looked into it over the break and found a way to make your eye's look like they did before."

"Is that necessary?" Harry asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Wouldn't someone asked some questions?" Hermione asked, looking confused at him.

"Nah, who will really notice my eyes are the wrong shade of green?"

xXx

As it turns out, the change from "Lily Potter" green eyes to "Sephiroth" green eyes was noticed by someone. And gained unfavorable results.

After Christmas Break, classes went back to normal finally. Dumbledore, after the Ministry had Aurours search every nook and cranny of the school for the mysterious troll killer, decided that it was safe to go back to regular classes. He had also managed to get a new DADA teacher durning the break surprisingly, one everyone was hoping to break the curse on the position since he will be starting from the middle of the year. Harry was surprised to recognize the man as the one that took him back to his relatives back when he was eight.

Turns out his name was Professor Remus J. Lupin, but all Harry can think of him is Uncle Mooney.

But as happy that some of his earliest memories in this life were coming back to him, Potions managed to put a stop to it by being even harder this semester.

Snape had looked at him once, narrowed his eyes, and preceded to be even harder on him. Harry was mad at the turn of events, but Ron, being the dramatic person he was, took it out of proportion.

"How dare he!" Ron seethed, glaring down at his shoes as the group walked down the hall. "That potion wasn't perfect but it was closer in color than Malfoy's was!"

"It really doesn't matter Ron," Harry told him, paying more attention to the windows, watching the snow fall as they walked. Ron turned his glare on him.

"Don't you care about how awful he treats you?!"

Harry shrugged, glancing at him. He did, a little. Mostly because it was going to ruin his grade in that class, which could be bad since he wasn't doing a lot of Transfiguration. Ron seemed to take his non-answer as well as he always did and looked like he was about to go off on him when Hermione stepped forward and whispered in his ear. Harry looked back at the window, not needing enhanced hearing to know what they were saying.

If he was lucky, Hermione would just be telling Ron to calm down, but she wouldn't have to whisper it if that was the case. No, Angeal was reminding Genesis of how awful Hojo treated him, and how that fit in to the current situation, as his friend had done multiple times in the past. Harry could never get himself to tell him stop, as he liked that Angeal cared about him, but he disliked how delicate Genesis would speak for a few hours after.

He glanced back at them, and for a moment it was like they really were Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth again.

So, maybe it was time to bring back to bring back Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

"Have you guys done your Transfiguration homework yet?" He asked, smiling at them, trying to act the least like Sephiroth. Hermione pulled away from whispering to Ron and, of course, nodded happily. Ron made a so-so motion with his hand, looking a lot more subdue then before, but not as much as he would have if Harry had let Hermione finish. And Neville, blessed Neville, broke through the awkward air that was forming by shaking his head no vigorously.

"Of course not! A whole essay on people turning into animals?! Not right!"

"Neville!" Hermione cried, looking affronted. "You need to do your homework! You don't have to become an animagus and it's completely consensual!"

"Yea, I mean...you have to hold a mandrake leaf on your tongue for like a week," Ron said, stopping to look at them. "That would be tough to make someone do."

"A lot of things are tough to make someone do. It doesn't stop mad scientists!" Neville said, waving his arms around. He stopped for a second. "Or a mad wizard! A mad wizard scientist! A scientific wizard!"

"..." Hermione's expression slowly changed from anger to concern. "Zack do you want to talk about those four years?"

"Nope. I'm good. Got over it in the life stream. Maybe Sephiroth does?" Zack, for it was Zack in the expression, said, smiling a puppy smile, before running off the other way. "Need to get my books for next class!"

Damn him, Harry thought, bring their concern attention back to him. They didn't even have a next class for a while. Lunch hadn't even truly started!

xXx

Ok, so I was thinking about bringing in some Turks, and maybe Hojo. Since they are rumored to have jenova cells. Thoughts?