Inspired by the challenge set down by Acolyte of the Blood Moon. What if Harry was the reincarnation of a certain green-eyed SOLDIER? Hopefully fast updates, if people like it.

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Never a Memory...

Harry gasped awake the next morning, blushing madly. The dreams tonight, were strange, all movement and leather and sounds and red. He blushed harder at the wet spot in the sheets, stripping them away for the House Elves to clean.

Why did it look like the red-haired man, Genesis? And WHY was he having dreams of him, like that? Harry was straight!…as far as he knew anyway.

It's not like he was attracted to the other boys in the school, he thought. Just his memories of Genesis. He wasn't all that attracted to the other girls either though, Cho had betrayed them and therefore shattered any attraction he may have had. And Ginny was more of a sister than a potential girlfriend. True, Katie and Alicia were both very pretty, and Luna was a sweetheart. But they all had people that liked them, and personally he was looking forward to seeing Aerith and Zack's reunion.

He held back a sigh as he pulled up his jeans, getting ready to head down. Now was not the time to dwell on his lack-of-a-love life. Quidditch tryouts were today, and we needed to get his rear in gear and down to the pitch.

Ron was beyond nervous as he clutched his broom, the swarm of other hopefuls washing over him in a noisy sea of hormones and high-emotions. Oh Merlin, he couldn't believe he was doing this! Charlie was amazing, Bill was amazing, the twins were amazing. Who the hell was he? Just the youngest member of the Weasley males, nothing special about him other than the fact that he was the last boy.

"Ron. Time to mount up."

The redhead flinched as the silver-shot teen startled him out of his thoughts. Harry was stoic, but his eyes softened long enough to give him an encouraging smile. "I'm not gonna let you on the team unless I think you're the best. Can you show me that you're the best?"

"Heh, Bill always was the best flier, even if he kept crashing when he first started learning," Ron chuckled, eyes staring off into the distance. Absently, he scratched at his cheekbone up next to his eye, before swinging himself up onto the broom and into the air.

Harry grinned faintly as he watched the fliers, flipping the hair out of his eyes. It had grown just past his ears, and his bangs were falling in his eyes. Even with the natural arch in his bangs, the fact that they were long enough to get in his way was a monument to how fast the hair was growing.

Emerald eyes turned back to the field, only to blink in surprise at Ron. The nerves seemed to have melted away, and the young man was not just flying, he was dominating! He was blocking the Quaffle with minimal movements, a cocky grin growing with every ball tossed back into play. Something about the Weasley was familiar, and he couldn't tell if it was the flying, the Evil Knieval grin, or the way he was tapping the Beater's bat against his shoulder. The only person who was able to get even one shot past him was Ginny, and that was only because she knew him well enough to fake him out and aim for a different hoop.

He smirked as he ascended into the air, enjoying the rush of air and sped that never failed to invigorate him. He's been leaning towards Ron as Keeper because he was his friend, but seeing his moves in the air made him feel better about his choice. This, was a man who was born to fly.

A flash of black caught his eye at the edge of the forest. Harry turned back to the tryouts a split second after verifying the sight, but nodded to himself as he rolled in midair to dodge a Bludger. Seems that information had come in.

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"Puppy, do you have anything for me?"

"Really, do you have to use that nickname every time?"

"Yes. Stop stalling."

The SOLDIER sighed dramatically, body slouching into the motion. "Oh alright." He straightened into parade rest as he started the report, ignoring the dangerous look in the younger man's eyes. "First contact with the enemy has been made."

"Oh Zack, you didn't-"

"No, Voldemort has no idea I even exist yet. I contacted a handful of the Death Eaters, offering myself as a possible ally. I'm finding more names as I talk more with the other Death Eaters."

"Like who?"

"Lucius Malfoy for one, though you have no idea how hard it is not to slug him every time I see him. Through him, I've seen a handful of Ministry workers in almost every level of our Government."

"Alright. And the other?"

"You were right, Dumbledore's been keeping something from you. He's been searching for something on the coastline."

"The coastline?"

"He's searching for the shards." The pair turned at the sound of the new voice, Harry the first one to relax at the sight of Luna walking up silently, a straight stick in her hands. They would later find out that she had bee practicing with it, drawing from the memories of two different lives for the staff work. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Zack, and the staff fell from her hand. "You…"

Zack blinked at the sight of the young woman, whose blond hair didn't seem to know what to try and change into, black, auburn, or copper. "Wait, do I…"

"You were an angel that fell through my roof, remember?"

"Aerith! Odin Above!" He gasped as he swept her up in his arms, blue eyes bright as he took in the sight of the much younger girl. A loving kiss was planted on those pouty little lips. "Gods Above, I've missed you so much."

Small arms wrapped around the scarred muscle of the taller SOLDIER. "I have too. I've missed you throughout the ages," she offered. She grinned as she ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. "I've missed this, though you were pretty as a blond."

"What?"

"The Nargles. They're dancing over you two, that's how I knew you were here."

"The Nargles just seem to like us." The pair turned to look at Harry, who was trying not to smirk openly at the pair. The pair flushed bright red, and it was interesting to see Luna blush. "Luna, you were saying something about the shards?" he offered, trying to bring them back to order.

"The shards are important. They're shards of him, like the one from my first year." she offered, eyes bright as she slipped her hand down into Zack's. "The busy bee is looking for one, but he refuses to tell you about them."

"Well, that'll be one of the thing's I ask about the next time I see the meddlesome moron," Harry muttered, marking off in a tiff. Seems that the teenager was still enough to overpower the General.

"I missed you."

"I won't leave you again Aerith. Death can't separate us again this time."

A sad smile as she looked away. "You're old enough to be my father though, it's amoral."

"I don't care!" The young man barked, wrapping his arms around her. "You'll grow, and we're wizards this time around! By the time you hit your mid-twenties it won't matter anymore. And I," he kneeled in front of her, love smiling in those bright blue eyes, "will wait for you. For a thousand years if you ask of me, I will wait."