Lost Ancient.
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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.
AN; Voting for Magic's Heart will be done in Magic's Heart review section or PM me.
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Chapter 10
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Haze of Green,
Unknown Black.
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It burned, all his veins were on fire and he was twisting and trashing from the pain. It caused memories of the pain curse to drift to the surface of his mind, only the pain curse seemed like a blessing right now. All of his nerves were twisting, turning and pulling. His bones were breaking and being healed in just a matter of seconds, only to have it start over again and again. His throat was raw from screaming and no sound was even capable of escaping. The precious balance in his own system was fighting to stay as more green and violet ran through it. Magic was racing to become stronger and resist the horrible taint that was trying to destroy them. And Harry, Harry was in too much pain to hear anything, to notice anything. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind in the most painful way.
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Sephiroth was worried, but he didn't dare speak it out loud. Harry should have reported to him several hours ago and the young man was never late, unless something else come up, but even then he always called. But Sephiroth hadn't heard of him and that was never good. Frowning, he rose from his desk and started pacing the length of his office. His mind was racing with scenarios and in the end he decided to investigate. The Turks would be a good start, even though they usually don't release any information, they could let him know if Harry was send on an unexpected mission or if he was alright.
Making that decision, Sephiroth whipped around and marched from his office, his long black coat gliding behind him with every movement he made. Climbing the elevator and listening to that annoying song, only tested his patience. When he finally arrived at the desired floor, he felt the need to flee that damned metal and glass contraption and race down the hallway to demand answers. But that would never be the image he would give the outside world. After all General Sephiroth was always composed and in control, unemotional and unattached to anyone and anything. So straightening himself, Sephiroth easily made his way to the office of the leading Turk. Not bothering to knock, he simply slammed the door open and entered.
The sight he was greeted to was not something he had expected from the Turks, Tseng's hair was free from it's usual hair tie with circles underneath his eyes, Cissnei's hair looked mused and unkept. Reno was pacing the office, while Rude was pulling up file after file, without his sunglasses. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and simply stared. Tseng met his eyes and narrowed his own. "You better tell me, that you send Harry on a mission without my permission." Tseng snarled, rising from his chair and slammed his hands on his desk in a strange and unfamiliar show of worry. Sephiroth merely crossed his arms and stared. "I did, after pulling him off the old mission he was given, sadly our Green-Eyed Little Prince hasn't reported back to me ever since."
Tseng stared and pulled the drawer of his desk open, pulling out his gun and loading it. "Cissnei have all Turks on standby. Reno, Rude grab a few trustworthy soldiers and search the entire building, leave no stone unturned." he didn't need to look up from his loading to know they were following his orders and a small grin swept across his face as he hard Cissnei barking out orders left and right.
"What is going on?" Sephiroth questioned lightly. "We lost contact with Harry two days ago, that was three days after Harry went to see you. He was quite agitated, so we didn't think much of it. The longest we have lost contact with Harry was only 24 hours and that was on a mission. As the security camera's haven't spotted him leaving the building an only entering it, he should still be in the compound. You would think we would eventually encounter him inside, however that wasn't the case." Tseng raised his eyes staring into Sephiroth's. "Twenty four hours ago, blood was discovered on one of the computers in an empty office. The office belonged to one of the workers who was on leave for a few days. You can imagine what happened next. Someone from the medical lab did a test on the blood and it was confirmed to be Harry's. As neither of us knows where he is, it's safe to say he was either taken, or killed."
The implications had Sephiroth turning pale and turn his hands into fists, he knew he should have fought more when the small male had told him what he was going to do. "Find him." Sephiroth snarled. "Find him and make sure that who ever harmed him, end ups getting their intenstines fed to them and being. I want to hear them scream, from my office." he whipped around and stormed out of the office, he had his own search to commence and then two SOLDIERS to inform of the turn of events. "General Sephiroth, sir?" a weak voice called to him, making Sephiroth narrow his eyes on the unfortunate soul that dared to disturb him from his war path. "What?" he hissed out, eyes darkening in barely supressed rage.
"You're being called to Wutai, sir. Orders from the President, appearantly Commander Angeal turned AWOL." the messanger barely had the time to squeek and run, before a fireball was shot at the place he once stood.
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He could feel it, the bullet ripping through his skin and muscles. He could feel the tendons straining and then snapping, with pain flooding his system, that paired with the force of the bullet had him arch his back and gasp in complete and total shock. His mind twisted and turned to keep up with the events that had transpired, before they settled on one thing, a name; "Vincent Valentine."
It was completely irrational for him to settle on that name, but it was the only thing his mind could grasp and hold onto, especially since that information was still fresh and new. His entire being wrapped itself securely around that name as darkness rushed to meet him and take away his conscious. That simple name and the face his mind managed to replicate from the picture, became his life-line and he clung tightly to it.
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He could hear him, his laughter bouncing off the walls in whatever room he was confined, his mind incapable of fighting to stay conscious and his senses distorted. He could hear his laughter bouncing around in the solid darkness that was in his head, echoing with madness and utter glee. If he had been able to control his body, a shiver would have been running up and down his spine. He could feel a needle piercing his skin and Him ranting and raving about one thing or another, but nothing stayed in his mind for long, nothing but that single name that was pushed to the front when the pain became to much.
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He was trashing and squirming, pulling muscles and bones into impossible positions, his throat being screamed raw and blood seeping from cuts. They were big ones and small ones, but they bled all the same. He had wanted to see how fast he could heal, and what he looked like from the inside. As if it would change any? But he was hardly in a position to argue his point, not since he was the one strapped down, on what felt was a metal table.
And he wondered, when would the pain stop?
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Death would be a relief right now, he had no idea how long he had been here. No idea how long He had been doing this to him. It felt like months, maybe even years to him. And his mind was a bit of a mess, his emotions had shut themselves down along the way, as He loved it when he would scream or cry. The less of a reaction he gave, the better off he would be. That was before he felt something near his rear. Something cold and hard, a scream rose from his throat at the intrusion, it had his back arching and causing him to trash anew. Trying to get away and to get whatever that was out, with very little success. It was only making that hard thing harder and he could hear a grunt. He could feel warm liquid spilling out of him, the scent reminded him of blood and he realized it most likely was. 'V-Vincent Valen-tine' his mind reminded him again, clinging tighter to that name then ever, 'help.. Me' it was a desperate plea to someone he had never met before, but he felt that right now, this man would be the only one capable of getting him out of this nightmare.
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He had no idea when it all stopped, all he was aware off, was being suddenly dumped in a large tank, filled with violent violet and glowing green. The colors were struggling and fighting against each other and when he was forced into it, both colors rushed at him and seeped into his skin. The pain he was feeling now was worse then anything he had ever felt before. When he opened his mouth to scream, he only got more of that stuff into him.
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Magic and Mako were resisting as good as they could as they encountered IT again. Magic was quickly and violently shoved away, as more Mako entered their host and helped the other Mako to resist even more. Mako wrapped protectively around Magic, realizing that the other power was to little and to few to do much damage against that damned Taint. Mako knew that Magic was already weakened from fighting for the mental state of their host. Their host had suffered so much in the last few days that Magic was the only one capable of keeping their host sane enough, to make sure their host would be able to remember.
But Mako wasn't strong enough and Magic could see that, Mako was slowly being swallowed by Taint and Magic struggled to reach out and help it's ally and friend. Not soon after, both were nearly gone and only a pin-prick of their combined glow could be spotted and Taint surged to swallow even last piece.
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He was too far gone, could feel his very conscious and sanity giving out. He was tired from trashing, exhausted from fighting against the mental and physical abuse. He was fading fast and rapidly and it caused him to wonder millions of tiny and big things. He wondered if this was the way he was going to die, if Aerith would forgive him for failing so badly and dying in the progress. He would have questioned, who would help Zack, Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis. Who would laugh at Reno when he did something stupid or funny. Who would make Cissnei smile, even when she tried to hide behind that cold exterior. His mind drifted to a million faces of people he cared about and loved, of this life and the last one. He remember how his old friends died and he could already invision what would happen in the future. His mind was racing a millions miles per minute, before it came to screeching halt on one name and face. 'Vincent Valentine, I'm sorry I couldn't find you and set you free of all that happened to you, done by a madman.'
An emotion bubbled up at the thoughts, just as the sound of breaking glass and roars entered his ears and blackness stole him, tinted by something else.
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Taint cackles gleefully, just this little piece and then all would be Taint's. New power to explore and use and a new being to claim as it's own. Taint enjoyed those thoughts and it sang in pure euphoria, when it struck.
Magic had gotten used to this world, had learned to love the people on it and those it's Host called family and friend. It exerted the last bit of control and pushed the memories of it all into their host, hoping and praying it would work. Mako strained underneath the pressure to keep Taint a bit longer at bay, until both glowing entities could feel it. Something was lurching up and entering their host, first it was new strength from their host himself and then it was something new and quite strange. From their back new Mako with something Black and Red was rushing at them, giving them strength and pushing them to fight again. The new colors were wrapping themselves around them, twisting and turning until they became one with Magic and Mako. They lashed out at Taint and this time Taint was incapable of putting up a good fight. Black and Red were vicious and made it clear they despised Taint. Mako and Magic separated from Black and Red after Taint was ripped apart and swallowed by Black and Red. Mako and Magic stopped in their movements, before slowly inching closer. With a new hesitance the glowing powers reached out and brushed against Black and Red.
Black and Red reacted, wrapping themselves around Mako and Magic, but not in a threatening way. They held Mako and Magic with something akin to comfort and kindness. And slowly, Magic and Mako succumbed to their need to rest as Black and Red kept it's vigil watch.
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Ha! There was go, chapter 10 is finished. Right that was rather quick for a new story and update. Now who Harry's savior is should be rather simple and quite easy to guess, but I'll make it a challenge anyway. Now for those whom guessed it was Hojo…
Well Done!
-hold up a plate with freshly baked brownies, with an extra chocolate layer-
Now as you noticed something happened during Harry's little torture session with Hojo. I didn't want to get into detail at what happened, but I'm pretty sure you guys can read between the lines, yes?
Some people will absolutely hate me for scarring Harry like that… mind leaving me a review if I did that?
If I didn't… leave me a review anyway, I want to know each and everyone of your reactions.
It's way past midnight here and I have a train to catch back home tomorrow morning, so it's my turn to say nighty-night and see you next time.
Love
Lucretzia.
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P.S. Check out my other story;
Magic's Heart (HP/FFVIII)
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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