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!

Having issues with my new laptop. Sadly, the file where I have all my information for this fic is refusing to open, but I'm still trying to forge on here.

Never a Memory...

Interlude: Castle

The snow falling outside of the dorm's window was a peaceful sight to the young wizard. Bright green eyes all but glowed in the dim light, the embers of the common room fire crackling and snapping as they slowly died.

Harry may look awake, but he was meditating, trying to clear his mind, tap into his magic, shove out the soft sounds of Voldemort's whispers. It was going slowly. Not so much the first two, but no matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't get rid of the the final lingering hisses from the corner of his mind. It was disconcerning, and his brow furrowed as he pushed at the voice, too tired now to use finesse. Finesse wasn't working before, so now he was mentally bashing at the sounds, with all the subtlety of a hammer.

He sighed after a few minutes, eyes coming back into focus. No use, and he groaned as he fell back against the stone wall, hand against his face. Only to blink at the curious whisper of a new magic, tapping gently against his core, as if to say hi.

Harry's brow furrowed as he felt that strange little brush, a bird's wing fluttering against his magic. "Hello there?" he offered softly, hand coming up to rest against the stone wall, smoothed down by a thousand years worth of students.

The magic fluttered again, happy that Harry had noticed it. The tapping again, as if asking if he could come out and play, though it took the wizard a minute to figure out what it was trying to convey. He blinked, debating to wisdom of this idea, but slowly brought down the shields he had over his magic, green eyes glowing as his own energies rose to the forefront.

Those green eyes widened as they connected. A sudden wave of information flooded into his mind, he knew, he could see everything! The trio of Ravenclaws making out and groping each other up on the Astronomy Tower, Snape brewing a batch of Blood Replenishers down in the dungeon. Hermione was polishing her armlets and bangles up in her dorm, Ron was snoring away in his own bed. And up in his office, Dumbledore was pacing over the floor, head bowed and arms held behind him as Fawkes snoozed on his perch.

Harry blinked a second later, sprawled out on the floor. He'd instinctively pushed himself away from the connection to the castle, his body falling from the windowsill where he'd been seated to the red rug on the floor. And it was the castle he'd been connected to. Over a thousand years of wizards and witches passing through it's halls had left an imprint from all the magic. The enchantments the Founders had left upon the castle had gained strength, and magic itself had gained a type of sentience. Until now, no one had found this out, but it was the inevitable Potter Luck that had kicked in when he managed to connect to the castle.

He was much more timid as he reconnected, but the castle seemed gentle, as if sorry that it had scared Harry before. "No no, it's ok," he soothed, never noticing his voice dropping down into Sephiroth's timber. "It just startled me, just a lot to take in all at once," he offered, fingers rubbing the stone floor, as if comforting the building. He grinned after a second, curious as to what the castle could do. His eyes landed on the embers of the fireplace. And before he could voice his request, the fire leaped back up into life, new wood appearing to feed the conflagration.

Green eyes were jewel bright now as he watched the fire. This. This explained much about the castle. It explained how the Room of Requirement knew whenever someone needed something new. And this had so much potential. His mind wasn't even on the thought of pranks or trivial things. Sephiroth's training as a General was thinking of how he could potentially use this to help protect the castle and the people within it.

The rest of the night was spent learning how to talk to each other. The castle had been without a friendly voice for centuries, and was eager to communicate. It was to be a long night for the young wizard in training.