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!
Draco and Harry kinda stole the show from me here.
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Never a Memory...
"Harry, I truly believe you're obsessed with that bloody book."
The young man raised an eyebrow at Hermione over this, just staring at her for a few minutes. "Really Genesis? Really? Are we kettle, or pot today?" he drawled, wand twirling idly as he reviewed some of the handwritten notes tucked in the margins of the book. Shinra had never known, but Sephiroth had concentrated better with something in his hands. He'd just gotten very good at hiding it; Hojo had not approved of 'useless twiddling, so stop that boy!'
"You're the one who can recite LOVELESS, in its entirety, from back to front." Literally. It had been a drunken bet, Angeal had won a nice chunk of gil off of his friend.
"Hmpth. You just can't understand the subtle meanings and flowing beauty of-"
"Hermione, we get it yo!" Ron moaned, staring down at her from his perch on his bed. The young Turk had climbed the posts of his bed in a fit of boredom and curiosity, just to see if he still could. He still could. He was currently wrapped around the spire of the post, gangly limbs monkey-like as they anchored him in place.
The young ex-Commander huffed again as she crossed her arms, turning her nose up at Ron. "I still think you should tell a teacher about that book. You don't know what those noted may do if you're not careful, they may change a perfectly helpful potion into a shower of explosive acid."
"And you would just be disappointed you couldn't make it yourself yo."
A smear of red on her cheekbones. Both boys had noticed that the normally calm and careful young woman had gotten a tad more, reckless as she embraced the memories of her previous incarnation. Harry held up a hand, wand pointed down towards his wrist, to let her off the hook. "I promise, I will not try any spells without first showing them to someone who knows Latin. But the potions hints have all done nothing but improve said potions. I'll keep those."
The young woman was obviously still annoyed, but she nodded as the young General turned back to the book, wand dancing in his hand as he started concentrating again. She rolled her eyes before turning back to Ron. "Come on Red, let's go."
"Where are we going?" Ron was understandably wary as he slid down from his perch, following after her anyway.
"The Room. I'm feeling antsy."
The Pureblood groaned, following her anyway. "As long as it isn't Fire Dodgeball."
"Thank you Ron, I'd forgotten all about that little game of mine."
Harry grinned at the groan of anguish as the pair left, putting his wand down in order to practice the pronunciation of one of the spells in the margins. "Lavicorpus. Levicorpus. Levicorpus." He grinned at this one. The Latin was simple enough, with levi meaning levitate and corpus meaning body. Easy enough.
He yawned a few minutes later. 'Bored. Bored, bored, bored. Don't really feel up to dancing with Fire though. ' He pulled out the Marauder's Map, opening it and absently looking for Luna or Neville. Snape was prowling around the fourth floor, and a trio of Hufflepuffs he recognized as second years broke ranks and raced away as he stalked up to them. Green eyes narrowed at the sight of Draco's name in Myrtle's bathroom, near where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was. 'Now, what is he doing in there?' he wondered, pulling a shield ring on his finger as he hid the map back in his trunk.
The castle was quiet. Most everyone was outside, taking advantage of the first day of nice weather since Christmas. Most of the teachers were outside as well, those that weren't taking care of paperwork. And Snape, of course. It was a little strange for the castle to be so quiet, but the young General was taking advantage of the lack of witnesses in order to take the quiet way down the stairs. This basically meant jumping over the rails and swinging down flights at a time, an enormous grin on his face at the rush of air and the thrill of what might happen if he hits the ground.
The third floor came up faster than he may have liked, the young man enjoying himself to much as he swung up and landed on the stone floor. An eyebrow raised as his eyes noticed the wall where the Heir messages had once been painted. It had taken Filch two years, but the paint was finally all down.
The third floor came up faster than he may have liked, the young man enjoying himself to much as he swung up and landed on the stone floor. An eyebrow raised as his eyes noticed the wall where the Heir messages had once been painted. It had taken Filch two years, but the paint was finally all down. He opened the door to Myrtle's backroom, pacing in as silently as a cat, already hearing someone talking inside.
"I, I just don't want to do this anymore," Draco was saying, face pale as a sheet of paper.
A giggle. "Why don't you go to Dumbledore? You know he can help you." That sounded like Myrtle, and Harry could see her silvery back above the sinks.
"I can't! I told you, he's my assignment!"
"Oh really? I wonder if he knows anything about this," Harry offered, circling around to face the other boy.
At once, Draco pulled out his wand as he twirled to face him, gray eyes hard as he raised the length of hawthorn. "Cru-"
"Levicorpus!" The incantation came out of his mouth so fast that he almost tripped over his tongue, but it worked. The other boy was yanked up towards the ceiling by the wrist, mouth snapping shut and biting his tongue. "Accio Wand!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief as Draco's wand snapped into his hand, the young man disarmed. "Alright, you are now going to tell me everything I should know."
Draco stopped struggling, glaring at the other boy. "I'll give you shit, Potter!"
"But you will." The young man grinned, eyes flashing as he stalked around the other wizard, the Materia on his wrist twinkling as his magic rose. "You remember when you couldn't perform any spells for a few days back in Autumn?"
"Morrigan above! I knew that was you!"
"Oh no, it wasn't me. But I know how to do it again. Or worse." A silver-streaked eyebrow raised as he stopped in front of the slowly swinging boy. "I wonder what you would look like as a frog?"
"You wouldn't dare. And even if you did, the other teachers could easily reverse it." He still looked nervous though, wondering if the young man in front of him really would do it. The teachers had not been the only ones to notice the differences in Harry and a handful of other students.
"Only if they find you. And the frog is only to nicest thing I could do to you. Do you really want to test me?" Those green eyes were hard as he stared down the other boy, his school-long rival. "Tell me what I want to know, and I will do whatever you ask in return."
Gray eyes were suddenly sharp as he turned to look the other boy straight in the face. "Anything?"
"Within reason, of course."
Draco turned away, biting his lower lip, ignoring Myrtle's nods of encouragement as he debated. If the Dark Lord found out about this, he and his mother would both die. But there was no way he could kill Dumbledore, so he was dead anyway.
. He swallowed slowly. "He, he has my mother."
Harry blinked, his Sephiroth mask dropping at this. No wonder Draco looked like crap, he was fighting to save his family. Sephiroth never had family, or at least family he wanted to claim, but Harry understood. He would fight to world to protect the Weasely family, as well as his friends. He turned away for a second, mind racing. "If we could get her out, would she mind staying with her sister until we found someplace better?"
"No, Aunt Bellatrix is the worse person for her to be with right now!"
"Not her. You have another aunt, one who was disowned when she married a Muggleborn."
Draco blinked at this, but nodded after a minute. "I think she will just be happy to be safe."
Harry smiled, extending a hand. "A Wizard's Oath then. I promise, to get the Lady Malfoy to a safe house, for as long as she is willing to be under the protection of the House of Potter, if you promise to divulge all and any information you have about the Dark Lord and whatever task he may have given to you."
The Scion of the House of Malfoy stared at that hand for a moment, then hung his head. "I have no choice. I accept your offer, and swear to offer all any information within my knowledge. Now," he sneered as he shook Harry's hand. "Thing you could let me down from here?"
A nervous chuckle. "I, don't know the counterspell?"