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!

Never a Memory...

This time, he knew what he was doing, unlike the time in the Alley. Blue eyes were moon bright as he scanned the property, looking for any sign of inhabitants or magic. Yes, there were wards around the property, the chances of them NOT being there were higher then them being there in the first place. His previous incarnation as Sirius had quite a few useful memories on the subject of the Malfoy wards. They had one big flaw; in order for them to recognize Narcissa as being a member of the family, the blood and magic of her family had been added to the rune sets that anchored the protective magic. Blood and magic that he was still a part of, despite the difference in his appearance now. With any luck, he should be able to slip in and snatch his target without anyone knowing until the last minute.

And that minute would be all that the SOLDIER would need as he raced forward, nothing more than a dark shadow cast over the grim fingers of the towering hedges and statuary that inhabited the lawn. Malfoy Manor was dark and quiet, light only pouring out of a few areas. One was the kitchens, where the house elves were already working on breakfast for the morning that was only an hour away. The other was a window up on the third floor, where a cheery fire must have been roaring in the flue, because the flickering lights were the happier colors of yellow and oranges. Only for them to suddenly show a flash of purple, and those blue eyes narrowed in triumpth, looking forward to the hunt ahead, short as it was likely to be. The purple was the signal, making that window his target.

He crouched, fingers brushing against the dewy grass for half a second before he launched himself forward, his momentum enough to propel him up the wall far enough for him to grab a hold of the windowsill on the second floor before he had to stop or fall off. Thing is, his target was the next floor up.

Zack rolled his eyes as the moonlight illuminated the rom he was peering in. Judging by the crib in the corner and all of the cute little onesies, this was Draco's old nursery. He shook his head as he turned his attention upwards again, boots finding purchase underneath him. While he was no where near as flexible as Reno had been or could be again, sometimes pure strength was enough to make up for a number of sins. With a soft grunt, he swung up, grasping at the cracks and lines in the stone wall, no matter how small, until he reached the third floor window.

Narcissa was pacing in her room, wand in hand as she stared blankly around her, body all but vibrating with nerves. Her son had sent her a letter a week back. Perfectly normal and innocent to and outsider's eyes, it had been filled to the brim with the secret code that mother and son had perfected over the years. Usually Draco just used it when he had personal questions that he didn't want his father to know about but this time, it had been filled with so much deadly promise. A promise to get her safely out of the clutches of an arranged marriage to a man that distrusted her family name, and promise that they may yet survive the war that the Dark Lord seemed intent on starting.

And so, she waited, setting the signal that would call in her kidnapper every night for a week, and by this point in time, the tension was enough to practically kill her if nothing happened.

A tapping at her window was the only warning she got before the glass seemed to explode inwards to her shrieks of fear. A blur raced in amongst the glass, threw her over its shoulder and jumped out of the window again. Another scream ripped out of her throat as the wind rushed passed her, and then there was the sudden hard thump of the landing on the lawn. Then off again, her upper body bouncing off of the man's (and she could tell it was a man now) back and what seemed to be a large slab of metal that the man had strapped to his shoulders. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he started to slow down, and even bouncing like she was, she could tell that they were clear of the lawn and ward lines.

A few more minutes found then thoroughly within the trees, and she felt his shoulders shake with a laugh as he swung her down onto the ground again. "Before you can scream again, Shinra Soldiers Save."

Narcissa HAD been gearing up for another scream, but the password that Draco had given her was enough to force her into calm. Her eyebrows went up as she looked the man up and down, moonlight peeking through the trees just enough to give her a good look at the cocky young man. "And who are you?"

A cocky grin, hands perched on his hips. "Lieutenant Zackary Fair, at your service Lady Malfoy." Those blue eyes suddenly turned to the manor, something in them hardening as a hand drifted towards the handle of the metal slab, which turned out to be a sword now that she had a good look at it. "Oops, 'ppears we've been noticed," he chirped, voice deceptively calm as nimble fingers popped a small yellow orb from somewhere on the handle of the broadsword.

She couldn't help it, she was curious. "What is that?"

A grin from the tall man. "W-materia. It's going to solve our little problem with the hounds." He passed it to the woman, who while skeptical, still took it in hand. "Ok, now try to push some magic in it, and think about yourself. If you do it right, we'll have a copy of you to throw off the others."

"A What?!" But the exclamation came a little late, as with a pop and a touch of glittering light, she found herself facing herself! It was a perfect copy, down to the wand in her hand, the only thing missing was the little orb. And it was the copy that was suddenly cut down by an oversized slab of metal.

"No time to freak! Let's go," Zack urged, the sword going back over his shoulders as he grabbed Narcissa's wrist with his free hand. "It's a good copy, but it won't work if they find us!"

Her eyes were wide as she raced after him, free hand holding up her evening robes to keep them from tangling around her legs. "You, you killed me," she muttered, mind racing as fast as her feet.

"No, it was a copy! A pile of mindless flesh that just looks like you! But if they catch us, then it won't work!" Zack yelled lowly, dragging her behind him, boots eating the ground as he veered to the side, swinging her up into his arms, pushing her face into his shoulder for a minute to muffle her shrieks at the sudden movement.

Ice-colored eyes went wide as the young woman noticed their destination. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Hoping the Blacks taught you how to swim."

"I can't swim in a dress!"

"Then I hope you can hold your breath," he barked, right as he jumped into the small lake, the Febuary weather only recently thawing enough for there to be a hole in the ice. A few minutes later, a handful of the Death Eaters that Malfoy had been boarding n the mansion came racing up, following the tracks in the mud and grass of the few areas they could see. Zack had been carrying the Lady Malfoy at the points where slippered feet would have left marks distinctive from his own boots. One inched closer to one of the holes in the ice, only for all of them to turn back towards the mansion at the sudden bellowing cry of pain and anger. Lucius had just found the body of his late wife.

Under the ice, the Buster Sword had dragged the pair straight down. Narcissa was panicking, hands over her mouth to try and keep in the gulp of air she had managed, never noticing the soft glows of a pair of Materia on Zack's wrist. She finally breathed out, resigned to her fate as she gulped in icy water, only for an elegant brow to go up as she felt warm air filling her lungs.

She turned to the SOLDIER, who was grinning unrepentantly as he held up his wrist. Her eyes went wide after a moment when she recognized the orbs as similar to the one that had created a copy of her, and she hit him across the chest as best as she could. She would later learn that the pair were an underwater materia, and a Fire to keep them warm. Rage flamed in her eyes, she did not like being made a fool of! Muffled yells echoed from her mouth, nothing that could be understood, but Zack got the idea even as he reclined back as best as he could. They had quite a wait ahead of them before they could head out of the water and towards his cousin's house