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.

Chapters will get longer and longer each time! Rejoice Happy People!

Sorry this was a little late. My laptop is dying and all of my college finals were Monday. Every. Last. One. I'm uploading this from a college computer, so please be gentle with me! Bonus cookies to the person whom translates this fic! Hint: It is a FF language.

Never a Memory...

The young man grinned to himself as he stalked after his target. The alley was dark, the shadows reaching out with black-purple fingers that made his cloak and hair fade away into the darkness. Eyes glowing, he was the night, he was stealth, he was-

Completely lost.

Zack shook his head as he kept an idea on Fletcher. He knew how to stalk, but his sense of direction was still as bad as it was during both lives. If Mundungus Apparated out of the alley, he'd be in trouble.

Bright eyes narrowed as the man ducked into the a store. Borgin's was well known for selling dark items, and according to an absentminded comment from Malfoy, he knew the man was holding something that would be important for his son's mission from the Dark Lord. Fletcher was only in there for a few minutes before leaving, counting out the coins in his hand.

Curious, the SOLDIER slunk in, footsteps quiet as he glanced around the store. Borgin had ducked back into the back of the store, but he had left something on the counter. The young man was surprised to see that it was a familiar piece of jewelry, the locket from his house that no one had been able to open. But now that he had been reborn as a SOLDIER, he could sense something from this piece of metal. Something dark and malevolent.

He glanced around. Borgin was still in the back, but for how long? At it was his anyway, he never said Mundungus could sell it. "I do so claim this item in the name of the Shinra Electric Company Army," he whispered, palming the locket. Quickly and quietly, he ducked back out of the store, not sure if the man had put anti-theft charms on the new acquisitions yet, and not wanting to take that chance.

He stared down at the locket, his skin crawling at the darkness that seemed to whisper to him the longer he looked. "I gotta show this to the General," he muttered, slipping it into his pocket.

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Neville was the first to awaken. The whimpers and gasps coming from Harry's bed would be screams from anyone else, and he was worried about his friend. He had lived in the dorm room with him long enough to know that this was a nightmare and not a vision. Quietly, he padded out of bed, going to awaken the other boy.

Silver and green and red flashed, a dance of blood and magic and death. Harry grimaced as Wutaiin after Wutaiin attacked. His thoughts were blank as he cut them down one after the other, the blood flying up salty and bitter against his lips.

He was young. He could feel the lingering gangly-ness in his limbs from childhood. This was only his second time in combat. The first time had been only a skirmish, this was a full-out assault.

"Tea, cemjan vnayg!" one screamed, a massively-long sword in his hands as he charged, a contingent of four others right behind him, and Harry began to panic. All he had was some basic Materia and a Shinra Broadsword, and this man had the reach on him, and he was only fourteen, he didn't want to die!

"Harry, wake up!"

With a yell, the young man jolted up, fire blossoming at his fingertips at the feel of someone's hand on him. "Wutai, tea!" he yelled, the fire arcing out to envelop his target.

Neville yelped as the fire barely missed him, taking out the curtains. At once, instinct kicked in, and the pair reached for their wands to put out the flames. Neville chuckled nervously, the pair ignoring the eyes of the other boys who had been awaken by the yelling. Everyone but Ron though, and Dead was shaking him awake. "Tea? Um, I don't think we want to make it that way," he tried to joke, hands trembling from nerves.

Only for Harry to pale as the blood drained from his face. "No." He scrambled out of the bed, thin sheet shredding under his hands as he pulled it away. The room was a blur as he raced out, the sleepy protests of the Fat Lady a distant note in his ears as he ran, legs pounding against the floor, heat building in his muscles, an ache forming in his shoulder.

Habit told him to get somewhere high. Instinct urged him to find the wind. Fear of his reactions told him to stay away from the other dorms. These three combined found him up in the parapets of the Astronomy Tower, head buried in his knees, hand absently massaging the ache in his shoulder. 'I was so close. I almost…'

"Odin, I'm such a freak."

"Hey, who ever said you were a freak, yo?"

Harry turned back to see Ron and Hermione poking their heads out of the trap door of the tower, Hermione rubbing a bleary eye as the pair joined him. They flanked the young man, offering the silent support of friends, but only Hermione noticed the faint trembling in the hand that dug into a shoulder blade.

"…is Neville alright?"

Ron nodded, holding back a yawn. It was about four in the morning, so he couldn't be blamed. "He's a little shaken up, but he's perfectly fine. The better question, is are you ok?"

"I just, freaked I guess."

Hermione pursed her lips. She'd heard what Neville had heard him say when he'd awoken. "Suna dryh dryd Harry, oui ymsucd pinhat tufh dra tuns."

"No, they had the flames under control pretty quick," Ron offered offhandedly. Then he blinked. "How did I understand you?"

"We'll explain later. Harry, you're not the only one having nightmares," the young woman offered, carefully and slowly leaning against the teen. "You remember my history, right? My room mates think I'm turning into a priss because there are times where I wake up and have to check myself in the mirror to make sure my face isn't cracking."

Ron bit his lip, turning his head away for a second. "I've been having weird dreams too. About, killing people, and the sky falling, and destroying something, and knowing that I," he paused, shaking his head.

Harry huffed a quiet laugh. "We're just a messed up trio, aren't we," he offered, relaxing a touch now.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Hermione chirped, leaning back on her hands.

"Well, would it kill you guys to explain what's happening? Since you seem to be in the know?"

Harry and Hermione grinned at each other before turning to Ron. "Alright, you're going to remember it all eventually anyway."