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?

AN: Thanks a lot to Dannichigo and ABundleOfDaydreams for your reviews! :)

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.

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IX – 5 years: Business

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- A trade or profession
- Serious work or endeavour
- Obsolete: The condition of being busy.

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"If you keep talking to thin air people are going to start getting suspicious of you."

It was a testament of a child's endurance and adaptability that Genesis didn't react in any visible way. He just marked the page of his borrowed book and closed it, all in a swift and precise movement. He placed it in his lap.

"Mother won't notice," the child replied easily and worst of all, truthfully, "and Father... he is too busy to pay attention to something so insignificant. He has better things to do."

'Insignificant, huh,' thought Harry to himself, not really bothered.

"And the servants?"

Genesis was startled. What could they possibly have to do with anything? "What about them?"

"They could hear you and inform your father, what would happen then, hm?"

Genesis thought about it for a moment before dismissing the possibility. They were just servants. They were there to clean and cook and take care of him, nothing else. That was as far as he was aware though. The truth was that all of the servants had more duties to their names and one of the duties of Genesis' caretaker was precisely to keep an eye on him for any abnormalities caused by the experiments done to the boy before and shortly after birth. There hadn't been anything worth of notice, until now.

Harry had immediately noticed the difference between the watchful look of somebody who cared and was serious about their job and the hawk-like intensity that followed the redhead every move. Despite this, the green-eyed entity didn't mention a thing, neither about the subtle vigilance nor about said redhead callous treatment of his family servants. The boy would eventually learn that reality was much less nice and accommodating than his cosy and sheltered life. The day would come and it wouldn't be pretty. It hadn't been for Harry. It never was.

Still, Harry didn't feel like being completely cut off the world once more, which would happen if Genesis was taken in for experimentation, or, in other words, taken prisoner. And everybody knows what fate awaited test subjects, in this and all worlds.

"Anyway, why not try something different?" he suggested. "Something that will not make you sound like you are going crazy?"

The boy frowned, curious despite his rising annoyance at the thing inside his head that kept telling him he was the one that was crazy. Or looked like crazy. Same difference really.

"Well then, what should I try?"

"Try thinking."

A stunned moment passed.

"What?!" Growled the kid, trying to sound menacing but sounding cute instead.

"Exactly what I said, think about what you want to say instead of saying it."

Genesis blinked and blushed at the misunderstanding. He crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks, making him look strangely like a terrestrial chipmunk. "That's not what you said!"

"It was implied." Harry's voice was without emotion, as it was the norm, but there was something akin to amusement that had Genesis reddening even more. "Now try it."

Almost a minute passed without result until a very faint, barely there, whisper reached Harry. 'Li-like t-this...?'

"Not bad. You have to put more force into your thoughts but not too much, you don't want to shout."

'Is this better?' Came the second try after a short while. It was indeed better. Still a bit faint but definitely better.

"It is. Now keep thinking, I do not want you talking at all until you have gotten the hang of it," the older one of the two ordered and for once Genesis didn't snap back in irritation, he was far too busy reeling from the acknowledgement he had just received for his effort. The first one ever. And it came from the stranger in his head. For some reason that made him equally ecstatic and terribly sad.

'O-ok...' he thought back in agreement, making Harry raise an eyebrow in puzzlement. That though hadn't been weak, just very soft.

Genesis shook his head to clear it, making his reddish hair fell on his eyes, covering the mix of incomprehensible emotions that were reflected in them. Ignoring the tight knot in his throat that apparently was trying to suffocate him, he started practicing.

And practice he did.

He maintained an almost one-sided conversation for hours until mental tiredness won and he fell asleep in the comfortable beanbag situated next to the large window that practically covered a third of the wall in his bedroom. The dark curtains were drawn so the afternoon light streamed into the room, illuminating the child with an ethereal and almost mystical light that make it look like he was glowing.

Genesis sighed and shifted in his sleep, breaking the strange moment that was only witnessed by the ever silent Gaia and a book on business that at some point had slid from the boy's lap and onto the floor, where it laid, abandoned.