A/N:Hello, readers! Sorry for the very delayed update. But, things had been busy the past few days and the amount of paperwork I had to do for certain reasons increased. That's why the I apologize for the delay.

Anyway, I do hope you somewhat enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter 4: Fate

It may have just been luck or it was actually the very design of fate when after walking a couple more days he found himself at the edge of what looked like a cliffside close to a village.

Greens surprisingly littered the land and birds were obviously heard in the background. The houses even if they were still afar were also seemingly active in whatever its occupants were doing.

Okay, Harry, no Sephiroth, mused. He was finally close to human civilization again.

He had two options.

First, he directly apparate at the very edge of the village and act like a lost child to immediately end his suffering and hunger. Or, he could continue to walk about towards the village and try get a clearer grasp on his understandings by observing more on what was around him.

Those two options in a way had their own merit. Yet, it also came with the expected cons with them. So, after a liberal amount of mental debate and weighing his options, one choice finally one out.

He was going to walk things out.

Yes, this option may be unnecessarily silly and tiresome but somewhere deep in his mind was telling him that he had to do this if wanted to change the fate Sephiroth/he was forcefully born into. After all, he didn't want to be a monster. He didn't want to suffer the same kind of fate this character was originally forced to be in.

That's why, he knew that he had no choice but to employ the very Slytherin he hid in himself and the Slytherin that Tom Marvolo Riddle also had. As much as it actually bothered him in doing so, he had little to no choice. His very life and survival is now merely hanging onto a thing thread.

Braving himself up and forcing his still protesting stomach to calm down, Sephiroth went on his path of change.

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Okay…. Harry James Potter, now the kidified small Sephiroth was kind of regretting his decision.

After taking his time of walking and doing his observations, the small silvernette found himself realizing that he was close to the Banora village.

To very place where Angeal Hewley and Genesis Rhapsodos were to be born and hail themselves as who they are.

Pinching the very bridge of his nose, Sephiroth was now obviously feeling the physical pain that his body was having and add in the migraine he was feeling for all the stress he had to deal with the following past few days.

Sure, he finally figured where he was and what possible could he meet. But, that doesn't give him any added comfort to everything his body was feeling at that moment. Hell, it kind of makes him feel a lot worse.

He was stupid.

Even with all the added knowledge, magic and abilities he knows that he isn't God. Heck, even as the Master of Death, Death himself somewhat told him of his limitations even if Gods and time can't actually control him.

He could still die. He could still actually age over time until he reaches his age limit. He could still actually hurt and kill himself even if his healing was godly fast.

So, to simply phrase it.

He was still human.

A human who was just fortunately (or is it really unfortunately) blessed to be Death's Master. Him, given extra abilities because of his contact with Death.

He wasn't God. He knew that. Nor does he even want to play as one.

So, here he was regretting his choice. Mulling over his stupidity. He laughed at himself deprecatingly, he could soon feel the first few signs of unconsciousness coming his way.

Going for a little more of a maniacal hysteria, the silvernette laughed and said to no one before falling to the grassed ground, "Seems I actually fucked up as Sephiroth this time. "

Three days straight of raining was finally getting on Genesis Rhapsodos' nerves.

He wanted to go outside and play with Angeal again. But because of the rain, his parents haven't allowed to even stay at their front porch to check out on things.

Scowling at the maids and his soup, his mood was soon changed when his mother and father were very busy carrying something up towards the spare rooms and ordering the servants to actually prepare a few things discretely.

"Something was going on", mused the curious little red head.

It wasn't until the next day he finally got his answers.

Angeal was just dropped off by his mom and the two of them were staying in Genesis' playroom. When the small raven noticed, his companion kept on looking at the door adjoining to the corridor closest to the staircase leading to the second floor.

Turning to his playmate, curious stormy blue eyes eyed the fidgeting red head and asked, "Gen, what's going on?" Receiving no answer, he tugged the distracted boy's hand and asked again exasperatedly, "What's going on, Genesis? Why are you so busy eyeing that door?"

An annoyed frown was soon directed to the raven as the small red head finally decided to tell his friend what he saw just last night.

"Angeal, last night both of my parents seemed to be pretty busy and they actually asked me to stay away from one of the rooms close to them," a worried pause and blue-green eyes returned to look at the door and continued, "I don't know, Geal. It's not like my parents to suddenly forbid me on doing something I usually do. Like going exploring the upper floor rooms."

"Your parents must have their own reasons, Gen, " rebutted the other as he now noticed his friend heading towards those detailed Mahogany doors.

An annoyed huff and the young Rhapsodos muttered while grabing his companion's hand, "Nonsense. Let's go and check out what they're hiding, Geal. "

"But-"

"No buts. Let's go."

Time seemed to pass so slowly for the young Banora heir as he and his companion now silently sneaked in the room that he was forbidden to go.

Curtains kept close and the room so dimly lit, both children wondered what were the adults hiding when they couldn't even find anything in the room that would need such secrecy. That is, not having yet checked the bed they actually thought so.

An obvious scowl marred the raven's face, he turned to Genesis, "Look, Gen, there's nothing here. We've been going at this place like blind men for some time now."

"Why don't you open the lights then, if you're so much into saying were going through this blindly?" challenged the other when he froze for a second as he heard a groan.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard what, Gen?"

"Somebody just groaned a while ago."

"That's stupid. Nothing nor no one is in here."

"Shhhh...," holding up a hand to Angeal's mouth, the auburn haired child finally heard the sound of another pained groan.

"Ange, I know this is silly. But, could you please push the curtains back?"

Stormy blue eyes widened a bit at such a request. After all, Genesis only called him Ange when he was worried about being in trouble or nervous about something. Plus, his friend rarely uses the word please even when he was asking something.

Something must have happened without his knowing for all of this to suddenly happen all at the same day. Biting his lip, Angeal nodded and dutily pushed the heavy black curtains back from the window. Letting the morning sunlight filter in the once dark room.

A unison of gasps were heard as both boys found where the light's first few rays surprisingly laid its mark.

Beautiful flowing silver hair reflected the morning sun as the equally beautiful face that it framed quickly scrunched up into a frown at the sudden heat but soon smoothed out as it got used to the sun. Skin as seemingly white as milky snow stood out even with placement of a few bandages covered the small body occupying the green covered bed.

Wonder seemed to fill the two as silence momentarily hung in the room until the auburn haired child decided to break it.

Fumingly he went, "That's it! I know that I'm a bit spoiled but that doesn't mean that my own parents had to hide my little sister away from me."

Eyeing the other, Angeal noticed that his friend was started to approach the unconscious body and started, "Genesis, calm down."

"Calm down!? Angeal, how do I calm down when I discover that my parents are hiding the fact that I have a younger sister!?"

Exasperatingly, the raven watched Genesis push back a few strands of hair from the silvernetter before he calmly reminded the other, "You do realize that were supposed to sound like a bunch of normal clueless four-year-olds?"

"I don't care. Besides, it's already a known fact in the village that were geniuses. So, I don't give an actual thing about down playing my vocabulary right now when I'm too angry about my parents hiding a cute little sister from me."

A few moments of pause before Angeal piped up, "How do you even know that she might be younger than you? For all that there is, she might actually be your older sister."

Annoyed, he chucked a pullow as he rebutted, "Shut it, Geal. I just now that she's younger than me. Okay?"

Sitting across the now seated red head that kept on running his hands on silver tresses, he stated, "She's very pretty and you still don't have proof that she's younger than you."

"I just know it. Besides, I can feel it in my veins."

"That's hardly a sound argument for basing-"

A raspy yet amused voice cut off Angeal from his rant making both boys focus on its speaker.

"Normal four-year-olds don't argue using sound judgements like older people. "

Glowing emerald green eyes shined with tired amusement as it stared back at them as they tried to process the voice they heard and connect it to the body laying down.

Minutes seemed to pass before this time it was Angeal who broke the silence, "You're awake."

"I obviously am, aren't I?" Playfully bit back the still silvernette.

Again, silence encompassed between the three occupants of the room for a few awkward seconds before Sephiroth found it very annoying.

"Okay, my name is Sephiroth. Age is four years old and date of birth is July thirty-first. "

Harry knew that the birthday he gave was just made up. It was because with the previous knowledge this body had, this information wasn't part of it. To be exact, even the original Sephiroth from the game didn't even know his own date of birth and from what he got from his researches it was Angeal and Genesis whom made him celebrate his birthday whereever he could.

So, now that he had the his birthday from his previous life he'd base it from there. That's why he chose the the date the thirty-first of July. He didn't want to become the monster that the game Final Fantasy VII made his supposed identity to be.

He never wanted to be.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he then smiled at the two boys whom he knew one day would be destined to die for the sake of one prophecy given by a stupid poem.

Suddenly stilling at remembering such, he realized how these two were so closely similar yet different from him.

Similar because they were part of some annoyingly important prophecy. Different because unlike him, these two were made as sacrifices and cannon fodder by the so important prophecy that they repeatedly preached.

Him, he hardly preached and loved his own prophecy because it spoke about his own death and sacrifice . Hell, if anything he 'd rather have his prophecy unexistent and thank merlin that no one even wanted to make his prophecy as a part of a play or some book. Unlike the bloody prophecy of Loveless that was even given a book and play of its own.

"My name Angeal Hewley, four-years-old. Born on-"

"I'm Genesis Rhapsodos, four-years-old and your elder brother, Sephiroth."

Amused inquisitive green eyes gleamed brighter as its owner asked,"Is that so?"

"Yup," chirped the auburn haired child.

The golden boy of Hogwarts knew that he can't actually explain on why he was there. That's why, using his Slytherin instincts he chose to do one thing.

He rode their presumptions.

Riding on the child's presumptions, Sephiroth smiled innocently and suddenly went about in horror, "Oh no!"

Blue-green orbs narrowed and asked, "What's wrong?"

Smiling triumphantly inside his head, the silvernette put out a scared facade and answered, "Mother and father cannot know, " grasping Genesis' hand he whimpered pathetically and continued, " They cannot know that you found me, big brother. They'll- They would send me away. Far away."

Concerned and worried expressions soon came from the two would be soldiers and Har-Sephiroth knew that he got these two boys hook line and sinker. Deciding to give the finishing blow, the young wizard pushed out a few crocodile tears and lunged himself at the two would-be-soldiers.

"Please. Please don't tell anyone. Mother and father would send me away, Genesis. They would say that I've been a bad child and because of that bad children don't deserve parents. They deserve to be sent to the orphanage."

Enraged, Genesis soon went on a tirade that really made Harry Potter see the would be known red mage of Shinra. He was so passionate and the boy beside him was also too deep with the righteousness.

It was sickening.

Sickening because he already knows what kind of fate these two children would end up facing.

These two innocent boys would end up being played by fate. By a mere storyboard some author put out for just a wonderful new game.

Hugging tighter the two young lads, real tears were soon falling out of his eyes and suddenly all the pains and aches he felt all those years were coming back at him at full force.

A/N: Drinking and writing...Gosh! My exams are near and stress is peaking again. I'm not sure if doing things like this is acceptable with the way my mind works right now... -sighs-

Anyway, I hope you like it and point out a few things if you want.