Chapter 8: Blonds

Summary: Harry finds himself in the presence of a few certain blonds and thinks of things.


A/N: Hello, my dear readers. I do hope you didn't wait too long for my update.

Okay...So far, from the last chapters' comments I've received some certain questions. Questions that are regarding Harry's appearance and how the hell he even knew Final Fantasy VII. That's why, in this chapter's notes area I decided to answer them seeing that there isn't any harm in doing so or any kind of spoilers would happen.

Let's start:

First, did Harry really be reborn into being as Sephiroth (reincarnation) or that he just ended up inhabiting Sephiroth's body considering that Hojo's experiments on the poor kid could have killed him pretty early which made it possible for Death to exchange his master's soul for the small child (transmigration)?

Answer:
Harry did end up becoming Sephiroth via real rebirth a.k.a reincarnation. Which, at point made him lose his famous Potter physique and gain the game "Sephiroth's" body structure. Thus, no possession of bodies had happened and the body he is inhabiting was really designed to be his. The only thing different was that it had the One-Winged-Angel's physical blueprint/structure.

Next question:
How did Harry Potter know about Final Fantasy VII, Vincent Valentine and Hojo?

Answer:
We do all know that Harry was born in 1980 and in my story he under went his rebirth at the age of 49. So, 1980 plus 49 years equals the year 2029. That said, Final Fantasy VII was first released on January thirty-first of the year 1997.

To explain things, the reason our Boy-Who-Lived knew Vincent Valentine and Hojo was because in this story Harry's sons were pretty much fans of the Final Fantsy VII series. Wanting to be closer to his children, Harry ended up getting immersed in the whims of both James and Albus to the point of him not only playing with them. But, he also ended up studying/researching about the game. Wanting to impress and have them acknowledge him, the whole bloody Final Fantasy VII series became his guide and bible.

That's why, he knew those two.

Heck, as far as things would go in the story, he would know all the stories of the major/significant characters of the game. Kind of making him a geek in regards to the subject of FF7 to the point if I were to describe this "knowing-ness" it would go on an fascinatingly very obsessive level. Which was also why he'd be quite loyal on having knowledge of the events of what happened in the games involving the FF7 series itself and its contemporaries that contained its characters. An example of which: Kingdom of Hearts and Dissidia, which had the presence of the characters like Sephiroth himself and Cloud Strife.


Chapter 8: Blonds

Sephiroth Shinra, the youngest son of Richard and Catherine Shinra was now five years old. Beside him, Rufus was very giddy over the fact that both of their parents would be present for the silvernette's birthday.

"Why aren't you happy, Sephiroth? Mom and dad are gonna be here for your birthday later," regarded the very bouncy child.

Eyeing the other, the younger answered, "Of course I am."

"No, you're not, " rebutted the now supposedly elder boy as he continued, "Besides, its also Christmas Eve later today and somehow it doesn't make sense that your sighing a lot."

Who wouldn't sigh? Internally questioned the wizard. As far he was concerned, his real birthday as Harry Potter was July 31st but Death decided that as Sephiroth and a Shinra he would have to be born on the very eve of Christmas. Just how great is that? He would definitely be younger than his two would be friends and a lot of other people.

Hell, he's really pissed off at what he found out. Unfortunately, that is, he couldn't make any more changes with his files of existence and the others memories because Death's own work saved him from a huge amount headaches and planning that he had to undergo just to make sure things go properly for him here.

So, here he was.

Using both his Occlumency training and his ability Death's Mind to keep himself from actually scowling in front of those around him.

Turning away from Rufus, he chose to focus on his other supposed brother. Or should, he says real brother now? That fact, rattling him a bit when he remembered his situation a year ago, after Death finished informing of what he had done and delivered him an information packet specially made for him. He was soon surprised to find that had been sent a locked cabinet of sorts and a well-stocked potions kit. Within the kit, there was already a ready-made blood adoption potion and it even had both the DNA of both the elder Shinras.

He knows that it was his decision to drink the bloody potion and going with the forsaken plan of actually being a Shinra. But, that doesn't leave out the small guilt the resides within him telling him how terrible he is for taking advantage of the people here. Then again, there was the other side of him that keeps on reminding him that it was what has to done for him to survive. That regrets and guilt here aren't allowed to happen. It was, after all, survival of the fittest in this world.

That's why, he did end up drinking the potion and got himself magically/genetically got himself adopted by the accursed couple. But, to his surprise after finishing the bloody magical adoption process he realized that physically speaking nothing changed. He was still a silvernette and had the physical layout of a young Sephiroth. Which, yet again, made him think about whether Death made a personal item/potion for him just for this plan of his.

Shaking his head, approached the bespectacled blond and asked, " What are you reading, Laz?"

Sky blue eyes turned to looked at him and he was soon surprised to be pulled into lap of the other boy. Blushing madly at the compromising position he was in, he tried to squirm out of Lazard's grip when Rufus suddenly yelled out, "Get Sephiroth out of your lap, half-blood."

Merlin, the former Boy-Who-Lived just wanted to face palm himself. The two blondes were going to end up arguing again and he had to stop both his siblings from reading from his book stash that came from Death. Sure, had already hidden away majority of the books that he deemed questionable. But, who would have thought that the fantasy and sci-fi books that he approved to be innocently entertaining enough would end up being taken into liking by these two dolts.

The Percy Jackson series and it relatives, The Maze Runner series, The Hunger Games series, The Divergent series and all the other fictional book series he had in his collection was all devoured earnestly.

That and a few others becoming their favorites to the point they even use it as references. Hell, Sephiroth was even surprised when he had a book series dedicated to his life as Harry Potter. Which in turn made him wonder where in Merlin's name did Death get all these books.

That said, he somewhat regret letting these two idiots be near those fictional books. The god damned references were becoming a bloody headache. Plus, as much some of the puns were amusingly funny and entertaining, there was still a fine line of it being a total bother and annoying.

Then, there's the fact that two of his siblings found it in themselves to act as if they were bloody rivals. Every single moment since those two met each other, they ended up arguing or fighting for one reason or another. Sheesh, looking back at things, Sephiroth even found himself comparing them to what he and Draco had back then. But, a lot worse.

So, here he was. Yet again in between these two bloody idiots and somewhat the very reason why they're arguing again. Getting tired of their arguments which at a turn are getting annoyingly loud, he sighed and calmly said out loud, "Would the two of you stop arguing. It's Christmas Eve and my Birthday. I'd rather you guys keep quiet and just behave yourselves while waiting for what's to come."

Two voices rebutted at the same time of a, "But-!"

But, they were also immediately cut off by the very annoyed growl of a small silver haired five year old.

Pushing himself out of Lazard's hold, he ended up grumbling about idiots and only prayed to whatever diety or higher being out there that over the years that would come, may they give him mercy and strength to not actually kill the two and retain his very sanity.

"It's your fault Sephiroth left!"

"Shut up!"

Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, the former Boy-Who-Lived only wished that time would pass on faster and that he won't end up killing these two children in the near future.


Time soon passed and a six-year-old Sephiroth was now patiently waiting in one of Hojo's facilities in Midgar. Before him, two very irritated blonds whom wanted to blow something up paced in circles because they really were losing their patience with how slow the old scientist was in producing their results.

Metal and glass soon broke as the spectacle's owner had enough of waiting and turned towards the waiting room's door. Not even minding the fact that his hand was bleeding because of the broken lenses that cut his skin as he held only tighter at the glasses in his hand.

"What's taking him so long?" growled out by Lazard.

Equally irritated, Rufus accompanied the other blond in going out of the room they were supposed to wait in. Pausing for a moment, he then turned to their youngest brother and asked, "Aren't you coming, Seph?"

Sighing defeatedly, he soon followed both the elder's steps and stealthily placed a Notice-Me-Not charm and silencing spell on the three of them after making sure that cameras they'd be walking to were disabled. After all, as much as he was also annoyed with all the waiting, he already knew what the results were.

He was bound to enter the SOLDIER program while his two elder siblings were to stay in the executive realm of things. That's how things went in the game. So, he knows what path would they trek in the end.

That is, unless he ends up doing some major changes. But then again, he knew to make sure on not deviating from their already made path.

Yet, there was an existing problem that had occurred during his stay in this time. A problem that he knew might actually happen to him because of the time he spent on this world and the people he actually spent it with.

And that problem was getting himself attached.

Attachments had always been troublesome things in his life as Harry Potter and now in his life as Sephiroth it had also began to manifest itself even if he tried his best to emotionally distance himself. That with all his efforts of using Occlumency and Death's Mind, he still found himself being ensnared by this problem.

He was getting attached to these two blond idiots in front of him.

Sure, he knows that as Harry Potter he was human and as a human being he was bound to need and crave for human attention, contact and the feeling involved with the two. But, Sephiroth...Sephiroth was known to be a monster.

He was supposed to be a monster.

Just like Voldemort.

Grimacing in that thought, on the thought of being likened to Voldemort, he tried focusing on the present and pulled the older boys back as he heard the faint footsteps of a few scientists coming their way.

Minutes seemed to pass as the gaggle of scientists finally made their way out of the labs. Turning to his two elder siblings, Sephiroth then gestured them to stay behind him while giving them a glare that asked them to dare challenge him. Finding hardly any significant resistance, he then led them to their course of finding the stray Hojo.


Time seemed to trickle slowly around the three six-year-olds as they searched high and low for the missing scientist. That said, it wasn't until Sephiroth heard the soft mad ramblings of the mad man did they locate him to where he was.

Hidden beside a large shelf lay what seemed to be a secret passage way.

Danger and worry wormed its way into his being as the small silvernette realized what may be behind this door. Hiding his own apprehension, he grabbed hold of the duo and dragged them back where they came from.

"What's going on, Seph?" questioned a now concerned and still bleeding Lazard.

Eyeing the younger boy, Rufus now focused his attention to the said child, "Yeah, what's the sudden need to flee?"

Shushing the both of them up, Sephiroth was forced to use another form of apparition he found in Nicolas Flamel's knowledge with his siblings. Doing so as they walked and to both of the blonds' surprise they then found themselves back in the room they came from.

Startled, the eldest Shinra found himself saying out loud, "Okay, what had just happened?"

"I agree with Rufus, Seph. Weren't we just heading back from the hidden passage we found? How did we end up back to this drasted room?"

Letting the both of them go, the youngest suddenly remembered Lazard's bleeding hand and commanded the other to give him his hand.

"Give me your bleeding hand, Laz."

"I'm fi-"

Cutting off the other blond, the would-be Vice President of Shinra just stated, "Just give him your hand already, Lazard. I bet he would only answer our questions when you already acquiesced to what he wanted."

Raising an eyebrow, Sephiroth then rejoined, "Thanks, Ru," a pause for a deep sigh and he continued, " And yes, I would answer your questions later when we're at home."

Giving out another resigned sigh, he healed the hand in his hold and noticed the surprised looks he was receiving from the two. Great, he was now worried for upcoming interrogation he'd be subjected to by the two elders.


A/N: Shout out to Snickering Fox for asking in my AO3 account those questions which made realize how I kind of left out of a few things which might also have confused my readers. Anyway, those questions really made think back on what I have written and have me see what I have done.

So, I do hope that this chapter's notes was able to clarify things for not only my readers' sake but also mine. Plus, I also did hope that you like this chapter's update. Whether you not or did, please do comment and tell me on what you think about it.