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!

As mentioned in Office Romance, I have been officially married since back in December 17th. As mentioned earlier in this fic, I have recently graduated college, and my husband is living in Germany. Recently, I have received word that I will be able to come over to Germany soon, so I will be doing my best to make up for all the stress and delays on this fic. As well as others, including Fox Leaves and The List. Thank you all for your patience!

Never a Memory...

"So, Draco's defected?"

"Like the ferrety little rat he is, yo!"

Harry frowned at Ron, upset at this. Hermione needed to chase him around with fire and pointy things more often, help him regain more memories. "It took a lot of courage for him to do that, even with me threatening him, I checked, he's been marked, and we don't know if Voldemort can only call, or if he can do more to his followers through those brands."

"And he only agreed to the safety of his mother." Hermione bit her lip in thought. "He never agreed to anything about himself. We may be able to use him as a personal spy. Nothing against Zack, it will just take a long time for him to get anywhere near the inner circle. Plus, he's SOLDIER, he was never trained to be a spy, Reno was!" The young Turk nodded, and Harry had to concede the point. Zack had never been very stealthy, and Sirius had been no better.

"Draco can get us information straight from the snake's den, information Zack won't be able to get."

"'Draco,' is still right here, you crazy buggers!" The trio turned to stare at the fuming blonde, his hands tied in front of him. While harry didn't think it was needed, Ron insisted, not trusting him in the least. Hermione had finally gotten him down from the levicorpus spell. It wasn't the counterspell, but the Finite worked just as well, if a little rougher.

The young blond frowned, ignoring the blush spreading over Hermione's cheekbones. She had forgotten about him. "And who are Zack and Reno? Sound like a pair of American wankers," he sneered, sprawled out over the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

Harry grinned at Hermione as Ron sputtered at the American jab. "Oui vunkadvim silr?"

"Oui vunkud duu!"

"Dnia. Pid ajah cu, fryd tu oui drehg?"

"What the Hell are they saying?"

"E drehg fa ryja yh ubbundihedo rana. Caht rec sudran du Andromeda. Keja Draco du Zack."

"They're wonderin' if ferret is better prepared grilled, or fried."

"Symm fa mad res uvv dra ruug, Kahanym?"

"Sekrd yc famm, Ron's nemehk res ib. No worries Draco, you're far too thin to eat anyway. And Zack and Reno are, allies of ours. If you want sanctuary for yourself, you'll be working under him. As it is, you will probably meet him over the summer anyway." Harry's eyes hardened, the General coming to the forefront. "I will warn you now though. Turn on us, and no force under the sun will save you."

Draco blanched at the look on the other boy's face. "What happened to you? You were never this, resolved before."

Green eyes were bright, and Draco could have sworn he saw the pupils flick into slits for half a second before resettling back to their normal round. "I'm playing for keeps now. It's more than just me, or you, or the school. It's our entire world that's at stake."

Hermione bowed her head at this, hazel eyes misting over blue for a second in her sorrow. All three of them had been involved with destruction in their past lives. All had seen what happened when someone with power went insane, and they didn't want to see it happen again. Her fingers reached for her wrist, the Materia singing to her, and she smiled grimly at the roaring purr from one of her rarest, that malevolent red gleaming up at her from the armlet. This time, she would be by her friend as they changed the world. She refused to be the traitor again.

Draco sighed slightly, covering it up with a sneer. "You never told me what your allies are. Surely you're not pathetic enough to need help from Americans?"

"No, they're British Wizards like us. They were just, neutral during the last war." Hermione sneered at the blonde, fire suddenly dancing over her fingertips in boredom. "If you're nice to Zack, he may teach you a few new tricks."

"Fryd?! Mega Ramm fa fyhd res du pa suna tyhkanuic, yo!"

"As I SAID," Hermione glared at Ron, fire balling up in threat. "it will be up to Zack to teach him, if he teaches him anything." As Ron held up his hands in surrender, she relaxed, the flames loosening back down into happy waves of heat. She grinned after a second. "E caa oui'na nasaspanehk suna uv ouin umt meva. Syopa E cruimt drnaydah oui suna," she joked.

"No thanks, I chose life."

"Can you three stop with the gobbledeegook and speak the Queen's English?"

"Gobbledeegook? I can promise you, we're not speaking Goblin."

"Oh, you're just a riot, Potter." The blonde sneered, managing to look in control despite the fact that he was tied up. "So, are we going to get my mother to safety? Or should I just start praying to the Morrigan for a quick death?"

Harry smirked, and it was pure Sephiroth in those thin lips. "I think," he pulled a small mirror out of his robes inner pocket, "that you're going to meet Zack earlier than you may have liked."

"Yo! I heard my name!"

Harry grinned at the mirror. He'd been lucky that he'd saved all the mirror shards from his meltdown at the end of 5th year. Zack had been able to fix it for him recently. "Puppy, just the person I wanted to see."

"Puppy?"

Genesis grinned, letting the flames dissipate. "Fair is bouncy."

"Eternal optimist, yo."

"General, are you ever gonna left that nickname die?"

"When pigs fly. We need to ask you a favor."

"Do I get to save the world and get the girl this time around?"

"Well, it does involve a woman. We need you to get the Lady Malfoy out of harms way, and it needs to look like an accident."

"Want me to solve world hunger too while I'm at it?"

Draco scowled at the flippant tone from the man, leaning in to try and get a peek at the mirror. Bright blue eyes were peering up from the silvery surface, a young, intelligent face that was framed by wild black spikes. "Relative of yours, Potter?" was the first thing that popped out of his mouth.

"Nope! He's just the General. Course, just wait till his hair goes completely silver."

"Lt. Fair!" The young man in the mirror obviously snapped to attention at the sharp tone. "Draco here, has offered to defect to our cause for the safety of his mother. We need you, to break into Malfoy Manor, grab the Lady, and leave enough evidence to make it look like she was either kidnapped, or took her own life."

Blue eyes were focused now. "Time limit?"

"No earlier than a week, no later than end of term."

"Destination?"

"Andromeda Tonks, or Black Manor. If the latter, make sure she cannot order the House Elf around and give information to the enemy." A smirk. "Outside of the mission parameters, indulge yourself."

"Understood. You always say the nicest things, General! I will be coming to visit the grounds in two weeks regardless. Zack, over and out."

Draco blinked at the swift conversation as Harry put the mirror away. "Why a week?"

"Do you trust her enough to warn her to be ready to leave?"

The Slytherin suddenly blinked. He wasn't just betting his own life, he was betting his mother's as well. However, they had developed a code among the family years ago, one she'd been using frequently in her letters to him this years. He was fairly sure that she would not only be willing to leave, but she would grab as much treasure and useful items to take with her when she left, and he told the trio such.

Hermione nodded, understanding where Harry was going with the inquiry. "Send her a message now. Tell her to be on her guard, and that help will be coming for her very soon."

The young man nodded, before holding up his hands. "Any chance you could let me loose first though?"

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The old man was quiet as be brooded in his office, fingers slowly rubbing over the cursed flesh of his hand. Harry Potter, he was acting so strange this year, almost out of character for him. He was quieter, but also stronger, more combative in a way. It was the way he was bucking the older man's advise, the way his charge, his property (property? He's just my student) was fighting him. Dumbledore truly knew what was best for the boy, so why was he trying to throw off his chains?

Fawkes warbled at him from his perch, his nest of aromatic herbs charring slightly under him. While the song lifted his heart, the purity of it made the curse in his hand twinge, the pain strong enough to make him wince. A slight wisp of smoke floated up from the Phoenix, hanging delicately in the air around the office as the bird made himself comfortable for the night. It was a comforting scent, and the old man put his head down a little as his mind returned to the silver-streaked mystery that was Harry Potter.

The boy needed to be brought back under his control! (Control? He's not a puppet, and I'm dying as it is...) For the Greater Good, he needed to be shown the right way to defeat Voldemort. (He had always hated that phrase, the Greater Good, when Grindlewald said it.) The boy may have been listening to his lectures about Riddle's past, but he had to bring his friends in, and with them around thwarting his plans, he couldn't feed him the right information.

In the falling darkness of the office, the Headmaster plotted, smoke wreathing around his head as he tried to figure out how to put things back on the right course. He plotted, blue eyes shining in the darkness.

The Al Bhed from the chapter~!

You forgetful much?

You forgot too!

True. But even so, what do you think?

I think we have an opportunity here. Send his mother to Andromeda. Give Draco to Zack.

Shall we let him off the hook, General?

Might as well, Ron's riling him up.

What?! Like Hell we want him to be more dangerous!

I see you're remembering more of your old life. Maybe I should threaten you more.