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!
Greetings from vacation! Shorter chapter, but as we get into the second semester, things should pick up as we approach what I've already written.
Never a Memory...
Harry's eyes glowed in the lights of the party, unamused at the gaiety of the rest of the Slug Club. Yes, a little fun is good to keep people from going insane during war time, but this wasn't really fun, this was the man trying to recruit new people to brag about to the world later. The tower had been decked out to the nines, filmy drapery, petrified icicles decorating the ceiling, and a handful of other students acting as waiters for the Slug children.
"Pretentious, isn't it young General?"
The young man sighed lightly as he looked down at his younger date. "Reminds me of those stupid balls that President Shinra would throw. With me as the main attraction." He rolled his eyes, mind on the past as he started inching away from the Professor in a way he'd perfected in a previous life. Luna was grinning as she watched the stealthy retreat to the curtains, remembering another young man who had to be pulled out onto the dance floor.
Only for the young man to be suddenly pulled away by a whirling dervish in red. "Why did I ever bring that boy with me? My friends, the fates are cruel!" Hermione groaned as they ducked behind the curtains that separated the rest of the tower from the balcony. It was cold out tonight, but none of them truly cared. As it was, Luna had a newly-birthed Fire in an unknown ring type, and had it activated just enough to radiate warm. Harry and Hermione were dressed just warmly enough for a while outside.
"Who did you bring?" Harry asked, curious now. He and Hermione had left the dorms at different times, so he had not seen her leave.
"McLaggen, the pig! He asked me to introduce him to Slughorn, and now he's refusing to leave me alone," she griped, gritting her teeth and pacing in disgust. "He's pretty, but such a jerk, thinks he's the Goddess' gift to women."
"Want me to put the fear of Sephiroth in him?"
Before Hermione could shoot him down, (or not, she really was that frustrated with the other boy,) one of the waiters stuck his head out of the curtains. "Dragon balls?" he offered with a grin. Tasty little things, but the name was beyond amusing. Harry took one, but Hermione waved him away. "Just as well, they give you horrible garlic breath," the young man mentioned off-handedly, turning to move away.
"Oh give me a few, might help drive that rat off," the young red mage muttered, grabbing a trio of the things. Harry just grinned around a mouthful of finely chopped meat, Luna giggling at Hermione's attempts to drive the older Gryffindor away. "Harry, if I ever do something this stupid again, please slap me out of it."
"Don't you mean snap you out of it?"
"I think Genesis knows what she said."
The trio were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Filch calling for Slughorn, and the annoying whining of a well known ferret. Luna had her head popped out of the curtains, fingers twirling a strand of auburn hair as she watched the drama, Harry and Hermione right next to her. "This boy said he had an invite when I caught him skulking about the door."
Slughorn frowned, his face contorting around all the layers of blubber. "He certainly did not," he exclaimed.
"That's what I thought. Off with you, back down to your dorm," Filch grated, face gleeful at the thought of dragging the boy away. Literally.
"Now now, there's no need for that, the more the merrier-"
"That, will not be necessary." The room went completely quiet as Snape glided in, scowl on his face as he took Draco's collar in his hand. "This young man has a previous engagement he obviously forgot about, isn't that right Draco?" Dark eyes glared down at the Pureblood, who blushed as he looked away.
Harry's eyes narrowed as the pair left, Snape marching the Slytherin out the door. Not a week before, Katie Bell had been hurt by a cursed necklace, one that had been in a package they had seen Draco with. Hermione had later told them that the curse had lasted on the necklace for so long because it had been 'stored' in the opals, gems that were often used to amplify long-lasting enchantments. And the opal would have gained strength with every life the curse had taken, so Katie had been very lucky to have survived. He was suspicious of the other boy, and carefully sneaked out after them, Materia starting to glow on his wrist.
"I thought I told you to keep a low profile!" Snape hissed, pushing the other boy upright and against the stone wall of the staircase. "Trying to sneak into a party is NOT keeping a low profile."
"It wasn't worth it anyway," Draco sulked, arms folded and head turned away.
"No, it WASN'T!" Snape took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm before turning back to the young man. "I've been covering for you for the sake of not only you, but your mother. Do remember that her life hangs in the balance before you do anything truly stupid again."
The young blonde was contrite at this, almost guilty as if he'd forgotten that someone else was counting on him. "I'll stay low," he offered, voice quiet as he closed his eyes.
The corridor was quiet as the pair slowly walked off, leaving it abandoned. Or so it looked anyway. They had been gone for a few minutes before there was a low pop, Harry returning to full size. Green eyes seemed to glow as he stared after the pair, mind racing as he considered what to do about the possible traitors. 'Leave them alone for right now, but the second I catch him attempting anything...' his mind drifted off from that thought, fingers brushing against the marbles that twinkled up at him from his wrist.