AN: I am not dead I swear! Well.. I'm brain dead so I guess that counts. Sorry RL has just taken up all of my time and I find being able to sit down and right like I used to nearly impossible. I have so many version of the next chapter it's not even funny.. But none are complete or even close.

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Donum Deae: Revenge is best served cold

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"Who in the fucking hell decided that this was a practical way to travel?" Reno sat among the stands of the Quidditich pitch, holding up Sephiroth's newest broom. Really, who had picked up a broom and decided this was the best mode of transportation?

Nothing like shoving a long stick of wood between your legs and taking off into a wild blue yonder. Right…. If you like cracked nuts and cold burns on your face, and what the hell were you supposed to do when it rained?

"Have you not sat on a broom?" Sephiroth raised a silver brow at the redhead across from him, he was manhandling his broom. For the part of Harry that still lived with in him, manhandling his broom was like Reno touching his beloved Masamune.

"I was on the Quidditch team numb nuts." Reno squeaked, the broom ripped from his hands by an obviously irritated General. Most of those sitting on the wooden benches had once been on the Quidditch team, had been until the ugly toads latest decree.

With the stunt pulled by the Slytherins, mainly a certain Wutain Turk, Quidditch had been banned. At the moment the reincarnates were hiding among the tall wooden towers of the now off limits Quidditch pitch, well, most of them of them were. One in particular was missing, said Wutain Turk had not come out with the rest of them.

"I do have to agree with Reno." Genesis plucked the broom from his lovers hands, slender fingers running over the smooth wood. "No matter how many spells you place on this, it is still simply a broom." The only explanation he could ever think of for the use of a broom as transportation, was a witch or wizard on the run and grabbed the first thing out of the closet. Floo powder was a relatively new invention, and apparition was to risky and not a friendly way to travel.

"If I wanted a long hard object between my legs, I would just.. Ow!" Reno jerked forward, hands rubbing the back of his head. Lowering his wand Rufus returned to his homework. His parents might be completely on board with this whole, reincarnation thing.. Didn't mean he could skip out on his school work.

His father had once been one of the 12 Governors of Hogwarts, he though was aiming for much higher. No, this world needed a competent leader, and he was going to fill that role. This would be his chance to once more rebuild ShinRa. Shinra Sr. had always pushed onto him the thought of building a neo ShinRa in the promised land. He knew better now, knew there was no 'promised land' if he was going rebuild his empire, it needed to be in the world he lived.

Ignoring the two giggling girls, Reno continued to rub his head. Rufus was damn abusive at times. "Where is boss man?" Rude glanced up from his own homework and back up towards the castle. "Common room most likely."

The shit storm that had followed the latest education decree had kept the two Slytherins underground for days now. Everyone outside of the Slytherin house laid the full blame for the banning of Quidditch on Tseng. Over the past few days the young Wutain Turk had been the recipient of many a nasty hex and curse. One of which had left a student unconscious in the hospital wing, Sephiroth having snapped and decked him. NO ONE touched his brother.

"He has been staying in his room a lot." Rufus slipped his quill into his bag, book following a moment later. "We should go, it is getting dark and they will be out patrolling." Never one for rules before, Rufus was making sure they all followed them.. For now.

They were starting to pull too much attention to themselves.

Things between them and the ministry was beyond tense, almost downright hostile. Arthur had come under fire, it was only Dumbledore's interference that had kept the poor man from losing his job. While the minister himself could not send in people after them, they had their lap toad there keeping a very close eye on them.

And it was her slimy eyes that were the first to be seen as the group of reincarnates ascended the front stairs into the castle. Her sickly sweet smile was met with icy glares, the former General simply counting down the days before he could add her blood to his beloved sword.

"My we were out late weren't we." Rude checked his watch, nope.. Still well over an hour until the students were supposed to be back in their common rooms. They had skipped over dinner, the little house elf, dobby more then happy to bring them a literal feast out on the pitch.

"Excuse me, I do not wish to be late in returning." Rufus moved away from the group, leaving them to deal with the harassing toad. One thing about being president of a world power, he knew how to get the hell away from a meeting he wanted no part of.

When he overtook the ministry, you can bet your sweet ass that Umbridge would never see the light of day.

"Hey Malfoy, think Blaise got hit with a curse again." Was what greeted him upon entering the Slytherin common room. Sighing softly he laid his bag down in it's normal spot, no one dared to take this table from him. "Where is he?" "Bathroom, been puking for the past ten minutes." Puking? That was odd, no one had normally gone that far.

Moving up to the boys bathroom, he could hear the sound of retching. He may not have been a Turk or SOLDIER, but he was a Malfoy.. He would fuck a bitch up!

Stepping into the toilet area, he opened his mouth to ask who had done this only to have the words die on his lip. The metallic gleam of a materia bracer filled with an assortment of different materia greeted him.

"What did you do."

"Something stupid.. But worth it!"

"Do you feel that?" Angeal stopped at the top of the stairs, massive form tightening up as the hum of familiar magic that hung in the air. The group of Gyrffindors were just outside the common room, the interrogation from Umbridge leaving them all in a foul mood.

Allowing his wand to slip down from the holster in his sleeve, Sephiroth slowly stepped up from his spot in the back of the group. "It's a summon.." But what was a summon doing here? Drawing level with Angeal a wave of cold washed over him, his breath freezing in front of him. "Ice?" That meant only one summon. Shiva.

Drawing level with the top stair he could now hear the commotion from inside the room, teachers and students alike all taking in confused voices. The fact that no one was reacting to a being floating there told him the summon wasn't there. Where was it then?

The gleam of white drew his attention down, a snicker quickly breaking through his lips. "Sephiroth what is.. Oh dear Gaia." Reno drew level with him, instantly starting to laugh hysterically.

Every square inch of the hallway leading up to the fat lady was coated in a thick layer of pristine ice, many sections of which had been transfigured into shades of green and silver.

There was no way any of them could not know who had done this. As the leader of the first frozen floor war back in ShinRa, even without the colors the SOLDIER would have known it was Tseng. This was his signature prank.. "He has to be so sick about now." Cissnei whispered, she could feel this was one of Cloud's materia. It was surprising that the man was not hunched behind a statue puking blood up. This much power would have been taxing on his body.

"Rufus has him." Rude chuckled, sunglasses lowered a little allowing him to take in the beauty that was his bosses handywork.

Laughing Sephiroth backed up a few step, turning he charged back up, dropping to his knees the minute he hit the ice. Zack started to laugh as he watched the once feared general sliding across the ice covered hall on his knees. Completely ignoring the heads of house moving out of the portrait Zack gave out a happy cry jumping up onto the ice. Instantly his feet went one way while he went the other.

Twinkling blue eyes watched from the entrance to the common room as the young Weasley twin fell onto his backside, his soft laughter joining those of the students infront of him.

So this was the famous ice prank. Well now.. This was promising to be a very interesting year indeed.

AN: sorry for it being so short, but it felt..wrong.. Making it any longer. I think wrote this chapter over and over again over the past almost year and this is finally the only version that works for what I wanted.

So please review, let me know you all still are reading and if you still like it!