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.

Damn you interwebs, damn you. PS, cookies if you know where the three rituals are from. All props to this person's hilarious writing.

PSS: This chapter has been rewritten three fricken times! Part of the first try is saved in the omake. Sorry it's late, and choppy, but God, it just kept kicking my fat white rear.

Never a Memory...

Hermione was cold as she stepped on the back of the neck of the last Snatcher. They had tripped the Taboo on purpose, moving a few miles away from Cheddar first into an unmarked field, just in case one managed to get away. They had been fine, and bright hazel eyes flicking around the field as she kicked the man's wand away. Only a dozen had shown up, and the trio had been ready for them. Anti-magic Materia based wards had been prepared, and as soon as the Snatchers had appeared, Hermione had dropped the last one in place, activating it. Now the rest were dead, and the only one left alive was her captive.

Ron smirked as he trotted up, a few splatters of blood on his shirt, but he was clean compared to the pair of SOLDIERs. Hermione had blood speckling her face and over her sword arm, her red-streaked hair held back in a frizzy tail, while Harry had them arranged almost artistically about his person. He grabbed the other man's wand, adding it to the collection from the battle. Fudge still didn't have a wand, so they were bringing these captured wands to him and Rufus in hope of finding a close match. "So, what are we to do with you, yo?" he asked, crouching in front of him.

The Snatcher was young, younger than the the ones they had already killed, but he looked even younger as he paled at the sight of the young men, taking in the stoic face Potter was sporting, and the easy grin on Ron's. They either didn't care about him, or were ready to kill him themselves. "Let me go?" he asked quietly, voice cracking. Their estimate of his age dropped another few years.

Harry shook his head, sword whistling through the air as he shook the blood from the blade, black-streaked silver hair sticky with drying blood. "You know we can't," he offered, voice strong and eyes steel. "What you will do, is tell us everything you know about His plans. Where he is now, and what he is planning to do," Harry ordered, and that silver bright metal swished forward, resting under the young man's chin.

The pasty man looked up, blood completely drained from his face. He opened his mouth, but that sword tip pressed a little harder. "And no tripping any of the Taboos. We know all of them, so no trying anything funny."

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"So, we have confirmed that Bellatrix is hiding something, either in her home or in her vault. And that He has posted the Carrow siblings in Hogwarts to force the other kids in line."

Rufus nodded, jotting down everything the trio had been reporting to send the important stuff on to the Potterwatch. Fudge was in the corner, trying the different wands, the better matches already set to the side.

Draco's voice echoed slightly through the mirror. He was back in Grimmauld place, confirming as much as he knew as well. "Pretty sure it's in her vault. She's mentioned it to her husband before, didn't know I was nearby."

Hermione turned to Rufus and Fudge, cycling through her Materia. There had been some imbalances in her Materia during the fight, and she was trying to see if she could fix it. She knew that each Materia took or gave something, so she was trying to fix an imbalance in her magic. "Do you two know of a way to get into the vaults without the Goblins knowing? Or if they could tell us themselves if what we're looking for is in there?"

Fudge and Rufus both shook their heads, the former ministers as one on this. "They are all but their own sovereign nation. They answer to us out of respect, but they refuse to indulge any more information than need be," Rufus offered, looking up from his notes.

"Any way we could sneak in?" Ron asked, running a cloth over the EMR. His eyes were hard, the young man trying to work his way around the multiple kills from earlier. "There are all sorts of magic for invisibility, cloaks and such."

Fudge answered this time. "They have ways around magic like that, but I'm not sure if they could get past your weird orbs." He shook his head, holding up a wand of apple and dragon. "And the only way I know to get into the vaults themselves is past the tellers. Rufus, you know any other way?"

"No, none that wouldn't set off alarms and get you three killed."

Harry took up the thread now, running a towel through his damp hair. Rufus had been kind enough to let them borrow the shower. In Harry's case, he had practically thrown the young man under the water. "We need a way in though. Do you know of a way to find any goblins that might help us? Have any gone missing from Gringotts?"

"If they have, I'd be the last to know."

"There are as few wandering about," Draco offered from the mirror. "The Snatchers are looking for a small troupe that refused to give them information on a handful of vaults. That, is how dedicated the goblins are."

Green eyes flicked the the mirror. "Any names? We could track them if we had a name or two."

"Gripsack, Griphook, and Gripknife. All members of the same clan."

"Griphook?" Harry picked up the mirror to look Draco in the eyes. "He was the goblin who first helped me when I came to Gringotts the first time. He was gruff, but fair."

"That makes sense, they were asking about your vaults. They were trying to see if you had tapped into them at any time." Draco shrugged at the other end of the mirror. "When they refused, some of the Death Eaters were ordered to bring them in, but they must have been warned before, cause they ran before they got there."

Hermione laughed in the corner. "Infinite in Mystery is the Gift of the Goddess. Some of us decided to set up alternatives to Gringotts before this war started," she hinted. They didn't want to give him too much information just in case Voldemort got suspicious of the young wizard, but a few hints couldn't hurt, as long as they were only hints.

"Then I guess they were the smart ones."

Harry smiled thinly as the mirror darkened a few minutes later. "We have something to do now. Enjoy this night, for it will be our last in Cheddar for a while."

Hermione laughed softly, slapping one last Materia into her bracer. "Good, cause the new Priest puts me on edge. Could almost swear he's a vampire, except he's missing a few things that would identify him as one."

Rufus nodded, standing from his desk. He was still in awe at the return of his mobility. "We will keep an eye on him, but if we took him down ourselves it might reveal ourselves as Wizards."

"I trust your discretion. If need be, leave. I wish to lose no more in this war if at all humanly possible."

"And where would we go?" Rufus asked, gesturing at the tiny house around them. "We were lucky to find this one."

"My parent's house in Crawley will be empty," Hermione offered, grabbing a scrap of parchment to write down the address. "The Death Eaters know about me, but I highly suspect they will have seen my house already. If it's still standing, it's all yours."

"And if it isn't, I'll make sure to do whatever is needed to compensate you at the end of this."

"Wait," Ron interjected after a second, banishing the dirty rag. The EMR was as clean as it was going to get. "What if they've already been captured? Where would they be sent?"

"Azkaban." Fudge shrugged as the trio turned to look at him. "Running water dampens magic, and Azkaban, even broken and crumbling, is still easily fortified. We haven't been hearing of nearly enough Kiss victims for all the Dementors to be loose, so some must still be there, guarding the undesirables."

"And they wouldn't announce capturing a Goblin or two, they wouldn't see them as worth the time," Harry mused, pulling mostly silver hair through the towel over and over, as if lost in thought. It was well back his shoulder blades now, and stress and bad sleep had sped up the process. Staying in Cheddar allowed them to eat well enough, but they were going easy on 'Mione's credit card, and all three of them had lost weight, resolving in sharper cheekbones and leaner muscle. "Is there any way to get in?"

"Just the boat, and they will see you. Brooms might work, but the higher levels will have more Dementors." Rufus shook his head at the trio. "Trust me, it's not worth it. They'll see you before you get close."

"Almost miss Jenova."

"What the hell, Gen?!"

Hermione grinned, even as she rubbed her shoulder in remembrance. "Wings would have been useful," she offered in explanation. "Genesis had issues, but flying was fun."

"Jenova and Genesis?" Rufus asked, Fudge equally confused.

"From the Meteorfall Legend, yo. We needed codenames."

"Focus." But Harry was smiling softly as well, memories of flight and freedom and the ground streaking past below him. "We have at least two brooms, so two of us can come in from the sky. One of us will have to take the boat though."

The sound of laughter, deep and confident, and surprising to hear from Hermione. The young woman held up her arm elegantly, Materia glowing on her bracers, every move an echo of Genesis. "I think, I should leave the skies to you two. The Red Mage is ready to unleash Hellfire on those who deserve it."

OMAKE

"So, we have a ritual to locate items (that only needs a few potion ingredients and a dirty sock) that we can't use because the entire incantation is Tabooed, a power enhancer that needs a small blood sacrifice only I could have used, and a ritual that curses something or someone tied to a symbol that is dependent on the number of, ahem, 'partners' involved. And all three are Tabooed."

"Why are all three tied to sex?"

"Forget that yo, the question is, do we wanna try the location ritual anyway and risk it?"

"No!"

Harry rolled his eyes at the redhead's pouting, though secretly he would have loved to have tried that one too. "Forget it Ron. Those are out of our reach. For now anyway. What's important," he turned back to the two adults, ignoring the look up almost embarrassment on Fudge's face. Rufus had been the one who knew what the Tabooed rituals had been, and the story as to why? We'll just say that the man had an interesting childhood.

Apple, for truth and remembrance.