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!

Congratulations to me, I have graduated from college! Now the name of the game is finding a job and paying off my student loans. What fun.

PS. sorry this is late, I caught the flu, and I've been laid up all week. And then I got a migraine that lasted all of two days, no joke. As such, I tried to make sure this was extra long as a way of saying sorry.

PSS. I have no excuse, other than I blame my husband. He's based in Germany, but is visiting until the 23rd. I've finally had a chance to work on this, only to get writer's block from being away from too long! So this is the first update, and I will try to get back into the swing of things Monday.

Never a Memory...

"So, you guys are telling me that these weird dreams are memories of a previous life in which you believe I was an assassin for a power company that got too big for their boots?"

"You know Ron, anything sounds stupid when you say it like that."

The ginger shook his head, wand tapping against a shoulder. "This is what's been happening to you guys?"

Harry smirked slowly, green eyes pinned on his friend. "It's not all bad. It just means we have a new way to look at the war with Vol-"

"Harry, don't sa-"

"Voldemort! Shiva's Glory, he's not half as scary as I was to the Wutaiins by the end of that war," Harry huffed, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"That's just 'cause you didn't grow up on stories of how he would come to get bad little witches and wizards in the night. Harry," and the young man was serious now, "everyone may have hoped, but no one ever truly believed he was dead for good. You have no idea how many times that monster should have been killed but was back to the slaughter a few days later. He became the embodiment of all the fears we had, and we were always worried that you would turn around, and he would be there with the killing curse on his lips." He paused, lips pursed in thought. "Actually, it was very similar to what Reno went through during Meteorfall."

"What YOU went through during Meteorfall," Hermione insisted.

"Thanks for the reminder," Harry grumbled, leaning back against the wall of the Astronomy tower.

Ron took all of two seconds before wincing. "Sorry General," he offered, absently tugging at the small rat tail he was growing. That ginger red hair had always been a brilliant shade of red, but under the light of the dawn sun, the SOLDIER pair could see the streaks of blood red crimson threading through copper and fire. The effect was the illusion that his head was on fire, especially with the backdrop of sunlight. It blended in so well with the rest of his hair that the pair hadn't noticed until just now. "So, now what?"

"Now what what?"

Ron rolled his eyes. Now he remembered why Turks and SOLDIERs didn't get along. "What do we do now?"

"Cry havoc and let loose the hounds of war?"

"That just sounds like you," Harry grinned. He then shrugged. "We're not the only ones to be remembering. Luna remembers at least five different lives. Susan Bones might be remembering something, Ginny and Neville seem familiar, but I couldn't tell you who Draco was."

"The gun blade he picked up was used by a handful of my clones, I wonder if he was one of the SOLDIERs that defected with me."

"He couldn't have been yo." The SOLDIER pair turned to stare at Ron, who was rubbing his forehead as he stared out towards the morning sun. "I remember, we went through all the files in Shinra after Deepground. After your time," he offered when both of his friends were obviously confused. "Anyway, we wanted to make sure the scientists hadn't left any more surprises for us. One of the things we found, was information about Genesis and Project G. Hojo may not have had anything to do with your creation, but when Hollander defected he stole all of his notes and made his own conclusions." Ron's eyes were completely blank now, the ginger diving into his own patchy memories. "Genesis was made with dead cells. Angeal as well. So when he remade the SOLDIERs into G Clones, he injected them with more of the inactive cells from Hollander's lab. Those that were strong enough to become high-level clones, were with the handful that were present during reunion. They had to have been part of the Geostigma a few years later, and therefor purified." His eyes came back into focus as Ron turned back to his friends. "Draco can't be a clone yo, they were purified, the souls stripped from the Lifestream."

"Well, there goes that theory," Harry offered, sitting up in order to lean against the parapets, stretching out his legs. "Maybe we just never met him." His eyes glazed as he stared off to the side for a second. "Although why do I feel the need to slash him right between those beady little eyes of his..."

Only for his musings to be interrupted by a dull roar. Ron flushed as the pair turned to stare at him. "What? It's 'bout time for breakfast," he argued.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but smiled as she stood, Harry straightening next to her. "Talk more after breakfast?"

"Thank Odin it's a Saturday," Harry griped, stretching as he offered Ron a hand up to his feet.

"Sleep is for the dead and lesser mortals," Hermione trilled, tossing her head. "You owe me a sparing session later today as it is, General."

Those green eyes were bright as the wizard playfully bowed. "You're wish is my command, Commander."

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Sadly, they would have to wait for that match. They had been caught by Professor Flitwick right after breakfast, the small man cheerfully informing them that Harry had been summoned up to Dumbledore's office. Ron had been ready to move off at that point, but Harry and Hermione had just looked at each other before grabbing Ron by the collar and pulling him after him. "He's been trying to separate us Ron," Harry explained as the trio headed up to the stairs. "Even with what I'm remembering, I'm still not as smart as Hermione is, and she's been helping me put together the information we've been getting out of the Headmaster."

"We're hoping you'll be able to give use a Wizard's perspective Ron," Hermione offered as Harry gave the password to the gargoyle. "We know some of Riddle's past, we know he collects trophies, and that he shows all the classical signs of a budding sociopath."

"Soci-what?"

"What Tseng used to call you in your many moments of pure crazy? Now, imagine that, but he doesn't care if he hurts anyone. Most sociopaths can't feel emotions in general, happiness or love, fear or guilt."

"...Scary."

Dumbledore had a bit of a scary look on his face for a second too, as if he was about ready to send both of the other Gryffindors out of his office. Only for him to sigh quietly at the determined looks on Harry and Hermione's faces as they crossed their arms and stared down the older man. "Are you sure you wish to share with Mr Weasley here?" he asked, eyes twinkling as he nodded to the young ginger.

Of course, Ron took offense. "And what is that supposed to mean, yo? Do you think me about to go running down the halls screaming about what I might learn?"

"Only that you have shown in the past that you may not stay true to your friends during tough times."

Everyone flinched at this. Ron had been a flake yes, but Reno had stayed truly loyal to the Turks throughout his lifetime. Reno had killed people for implying less about his loyalty. Course, Reno had also dropped a man from a mountain for kidnapping and hitting on a coworker, the man had killed at the drop of a cigarette. As such, the SOLDIER pair were braced to grab the pure-blood if he charged the older wizard. "That, was a different life, old man. My loyalty is to my friends and family." Hazel eyes flashed green as he smirked. "So whatever is bringing the end of the world, lay it on us."