Crimson Heaven

By the time everyone had gone to bed, Hermione was feeling a little better. She had managed to convince the boys to let Genesis join them in their planning, as it would appear that, when he returns to his own world, he would appear wherever Hermione was and didn’t want to be kept out of the loops.

The next morning found Hermione waking up downstairs on the sofa with Genesis fast asleep beside her on a makeshift bed. He still has to let me tend to that injury, she thought.
Hermione Granger, Genesis Rhapsodos, come outside. At the sound of his name being called, Genesis stirred with a groan.

Picking up her old Hogwarts robe, (she had put it on last night having become cold) Hermione got up and moved out of the house, Genesis in tow.
When they got outside, Hermione smiled. “Hello Other.” She greeted.

There was another stood beside her, Genesis greeted this one. “Hello Brother.”

“Good morning to you both.” Brother greeted, “now we are going to get the nasty stuff out of the way.” With this, Brother turned his head towards Hermione. “Our sincerest condolences, Hermione Granger.” Hermione bowed her head in acknowledgement, before turning to Other.

“So, what brings the two of you here, and at this hour?”

“Well, the first thing we are here to do is to convey our deepest condolences,” Brother spoke. Now that Hermione had a good look at him, she noticed that he and Other were literally identical in every way…

“Yes, we are identical in every way; this is how we have survived the Commander’s fireballs.” Other replied, Genesis flipped his hair over his shoulder, an arrogant gesture that Hermione noticed he had.

“You see, we can pose as one another, in looks and in voice. Anyway, we are getting off track, here, Commander.” Other handed Genesis a pile of clothes.
“You cannot attend a wedding in what you have on,” Brother looked over his shoulder and frowned.

“Sister, I think we had best hurry this along, before someone notices us.”

“Yes, yes of course I’m getting there!” Other huffed waving her hand at her brother. “Now to the real reason we are here. We do not have enough time to tell you the full story, just the important details, one of which is your materia, Commander.” Other pointed a Genesis’s right wrist.
“You will be able to use your materia, but only in battle. The exception, of course, is your cure materia. Summons can only be used in dire circumstances, unless you are willing to be out for the count for twenty minutes, in which case you may just as well run yourself through now.”

“You will also face restrictions on Gaia, Hermione Granger. Your restriction will also be the use of your wand. You will only be able to do with your wand what Commander Rhapsodos can do with his materia here.
In addition, whilst you travel, Hermione Granger, your friends will be able to come with you to Gaia, but they can only go three times.
Any more than that and they will cause the rift that allows this travel to collapse on itself, trapping you both in whichever world you may be in at the time, the same thing applies for Sephiroth and Angeal.”

“Hermione?” Ginny’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, she was looking for them.

“It is time we left, Sister. Come. Take care, you two. We will meet again, someday.” And at that, Other and Brother disappeared.

“O-okay, that was strange.” Hermione stated as Genesis offered his arm and they walked back into the house where Ginny was waiting for them.

“Oh, thank Merlin; I thought you had disappeared again.” Ginny greeted pouring two more cups of tea for the witch and the commander.

“No, not this time. Thanks Ginny.” Genesis replied as Hermione had disappeared upstairs, only to return with a bag.

“What’s in the bag?” Ginny asked.

“Medical supplies, Genesis, sit down.” Hermione looked up to see him frowning. “I’m going to heal your shoulder injury. Other reminded me about it when she mentioned your cure materia.”

Genesis, who had done as he was told and sat down, shifted nervously. “The medics on my world couldn’t do anything for it, they would patch it up and the wound would reopen not long afterwards, they’ve used everything from stitches to materia.”

Standing up, supplies in hand, Hermione smiled. “Oh, don’t be such a baby.”

Smirking back at her, Genesis suddenly stood up and removed the top half of his clothes, causing both girls to blink in surprise. Hermione recovered quickly; Ginny was just a second behind her.
“Well, if you are insisting on tending to it, you won’t be able to get at the injury if I have my t-shirt on, will you?”

He was flirting with her! Hermione smirked and gently shoved him back down onto the sofa. Ginny took the supplies from Hermione, knowing which one’s Hermione was going to try first.
Hermione examined the injury closer; the wound had been made by a blade. “Sparring accident?”

“Yes, Sephiroth, Angeal and I were in the company training room, we sneak in there for fun, when the seconds were out. It was just a usual playful spar, until my jealousy got the better of me, that how this happened.”
Hermione sat on his left with Ginny sat on the arm of the sofa, the two girls listened to Genesis recall the fight, how it gotten out of hand, all while Hermione padded the injury with a cloth soaked in dittany.

Other than the occasional flinch and hiss, Genesis acted as though he were just having idle conversation. The dittany cleaned the wound and Hermione pulled on what healing magic she was capable of, the wound sealed and Hermione smiled in satisfaction.
“There, all done.”

Genesis rolled his shoulder and looked down in surprise. “Well colour me purple and call me a Dumb Apple, it’s healed!” The two girls giggled at his exclamation as Genesis put his shirt back on; footsteps could be heard upstairs.

“Morning mum!” Ginny called handing her another cup of tea as Molly came down the stairs.

“Can I talk to you, in private?” Genesis leant down to whisper in Hermione’s ear; it sent a surprisingly enjoyable shiver down her spine.

“Meet me out in the garden in five minutes, we’ve got to eat first and I can hear your stomach growling from here.” Genesis gave her a light shove, a smirk planted on his face.

Once Genesis had finished his breakfast, he was drafted into helping out with the tent, whilst Hermione was drafted with cleaning duties, with those done; she slipped out to find Genesis laughing with Fred and George about something.

“Having fun, Genesis?” she greeted as she approached.

“Yes, I am, these two are just telling me about their new invention that they’re planning on selling in their shop soon, I’ve already put my name down for the first batch!” Hermione didn’t want to know.
“Anyway, come on I want to talk to you. Can you two cover for me? I won’t be long.”

“Sure thing!” the twins agreed giving the two a sly look, Hermione paled, knowing all too well what that look meant.

Once the two were stood by the shed, Genesis pulled Hermione into a hug. “Are you okay? You seem a little pale.” It was true, Hermione had slept very restlessly last night, but she didn’t want to worry anyone so she smiled and said she was fine.
Giving her a sceptical look, Genesis nodded letting it drop. “I wanted to talk to you about something else as well.”

“What?”

Genesis seemed to struggle with finding the right words, “…I’ve never been to a wedding before… I don’t know how to act.” Hermione knew that that wasn’t the reason for him calling her out here, but she let it go for now.

“Well, I can’t say I’ve been to many. But usually all you can do is be yourself and have fun.”

“But that’s the thing… I-I’m a member of ShinRa’s elite fighting force, I’m SOLDIER. And a First Class Commander at that! I don’t know how to have fun except when I’m on the battlefield,” he caught Hermione’s look and smiled.
“Yes I have a very sadistic side, I love to torment people on the battlefield, the stronger the opponent, the better the fun. Haha oh don’t look at me like that!”
Hermione was not impressed.

“Well, you seemed to be okay yesterday at Harry’s party. So why not just do that?”

“But it was idle conversation, not to mention I was paying more attention to what was going on with you and that Minister guy than I was the conversation.”

“Ah, so you could hear us.” Hermione accused coyly. Genesis laughed and raised his hands.

“Guilty as charged! Come on! Let’s go back and get ready, the guests will be here soon. Oh! Here I have a present for you.”

Genesis pulled out a bag full of materia balls. “I have another stock at home, so I want you to have these.” Hermione was about to say something but Genesis cut her off, “it’ll give me some peace of mind.”

She thanked him for them and accepted his offered arm as the two of them walked back to the Burrow.

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Other and Brother were standing beside the wedding tent, dressed in their finest in the event that someone did see them.
“You seem rather fond of the girl, sister. For what reason?”

Sister hummed, she still had to tell her own brother the truth behind her pulling this witch from her home. “What do you know of Hermione Granger’s life, Brother?”

“Only what I have seen. Why, is there something about her life that makes her special?”

“How does the fact that she is the youngest of three siblings sound? Or the fact that she is the most powerful witch of her age let alone the brightest?”
Other’s eyes never left the scene of the youngest Weasley son and the Potter boy as they talked and giggled away to the Weasley twins.

“Youngest of three? But I -”

“- thought she was an only child? No, her only living relative was one of her brothers; he was one of the second best Auras that had failed to protect her parents, he was the one that was injured upon their deaths due to his retaliation attack on the Death Eaters. He died of his injuries yesterday." Brother remembered the second letter that had arrived after the Minister had disappeared. "But those are just trivial reasons for my interest in the girl.”

“Then, what are you true reasons?” Brother was concerned, his sister never hid things from him.

Other smiled, “patience Brother. All will be revealed soon enough.” Brother pouted, but accepted that as the only answer he was going to get out of her.

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Hermione was up in Ginny’s room getting into her wedding clothes, Ginny had come in moments ago with a different dress for her saying that Genesis had found it amongst his own wedding clothes. It was the colour violet, and consisted of a bodice that showed off a small amount of cleavage to make her look good whilst still allowing Hermione to feel comfortable.
It had wide straps, and the skirt was, again, knee length and belled out, with it came a black shawl and black shoes. Once she was dressed in it Ginny came in, already dressed, and invited Hermione to sit down whilst the younger witch did her hair.

“Wow! You look great!” Ron exclaimed as Hermione came out to greet everyone. She had not seen Genesis on the way out so she assumed he was already outside.

“Always the tone of surprise.” She sighed as she turned to look behind her, feeling watched. “Your Aunt Muriel doesn’t agree. I just met her on the way down, “oh is this the Muggle-Born? Bad posture and skinny ankles.”

“Don’t take it personally; you should have heard what she was saying about Genesis. It wasn’t until Fred and George came up to him that he actually realised that she’s a bit barmy. I honestly thought he was going to retaliate… mind you she was a little harsh.” Ron stated, Hermione’s eyes widened.

“What did she say?!”

“Now, what was it…?”

“His eyes are too bright, must be taking some form of Muggle drug to get them like that,” Fred stated, his voice taking on a high-pitched croak that had Harry and Hermione giggling.
“He’s too tall and too arrogant, most likely one of those pompous Americans coming over here to ruin a perfectly English wedding.” His eyes darkened, “suffice to say, George and I had to step in otherwise Genesis would have chargrilled her. You’ve got an easily offended friend there, Hermione.”

Hermione laughed and waved her hand in front of her face, “oh that’s nothing. You should see him in his own world with Sephiroth and Angeal. It is a pity they couldn’t come too, would have been better for Genesis to have some comfort as well. Speaking of whom, have you seen him?”

“Yeah, he’s over there, third row in, next to you.” Ron led her over to where Genesis was sat, looking at home talking with George, he had a large bag in his hand, full of Weasley Wizard Wheezes produce no doubt.

“Whit-woo look at you!” George greeted as Genesis turned to face her.

“Haha, thanks George, oh thank you Gen.” Genesis stood up to let her pass to her seat, Harry and Ron came around from the other end of the row and sat down. “What’s in the bag, Genesis?”

“My order of products,” Hermione rolled her eyes, honestly Fred and George were bad influences. “Hey, look at these.” Genesis proceeded to show the three what he had ordered and Hermione found herself noticing the depth in those ice-blue eyes of his, the way they laughed like a child at Christmas.

“Oh, heads up here comes the procession.” Fred stated, the twins turning round to face the front, Genesis and the trio also silenced and stood to welcome the bride and groom.

“Wow! She looks amazing!” Hermione nodded in agreement with Genesis.
Fleur was dressed in a plain white dress that flared out with black feathered laces on the hem travelling halfway up the bell of the dress. She looked stunning.
Hermione looked at the two as they passed and felt a tear fall from her right eye, she dabbed it away and sat back down with a sniffle.

The procession went without a hitch and Hermione kept glancing at Genesis every now and then, noticing that the smile on his face never once faltered, it was a genuine smile; she found herself loving it.

The vows were spoken and the kiss was shared, the ovation was loud and happy, Hermione, Harry and Ron clapped and (in the case of the boys) hooted and the dance floor was made in the same tent, with Bill and Fleur taking the customary first dance.
Hermione watched Genesis approach Bill and Fleur, he shook Bill’s hand and pecked Fleur on the cheek, her view of Genesis laughing along with the newlyweds was blocked by a tall figure, looking up Hermione nearly fell off the chair she was sitting on.

“V-Viktor?! Oh my gosh I didn’t see you arrive! How are you?” There was something in the pit of her stomach that told her that, even though he was here on Fleur’s invitation, he was also here to find potential girlfriends, she had been one once…

“I thought perhaps you vould like a dance, Hermione.” Finally, he had learnt to say her name properly! He held out his hand and swept her onto the dance floor, she did not see the Crimson Commander and Ron Weasley looking as though they were going to kill Viktor for so much as talking to her.

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It wasn’t as though Ron was not jealous of the attention Genesis was getting from Hermione, but he knew that Genesis knew of Ron’s feelings as he had approached Ron this morning and stated that if he was stepping on any toes that Ron was to say and Genesis would back off.
Though Ron doubted he would stay away for long.

“What’s on your mind?” speak of the devil. Genesis had just finished dancing with Fleur (he had cheekily asked the two if that was okay, Bill happily obliged).

“That there is Viktor Krum, he’s an international Quidditch star, Harry and I told you about him earlier,” Genesis hummed in recollection, “I can’t stop him from talking to her, but he hurt her once and she didn’t realise it until Ginny pointed it out to her. For all her good qualities and power, Hermione Granger is still a newbie when it comes to the wiles of men.”

Genesis looked down at the young wizard, “you really love her, don’t you?” the question was simple, but Ron could only nod in reply.

He had been told that morning that he didn’t have to ask the men if he could dance with their women, but he also didn’t want to upset anyone by not asking, so when Genesis, sensing Ron’s discomfort, turned to walk away to whisk Ginny away for a dance he was surprised by Ron turning to grab onto Genesis’s bicep.
“I know you do too,” his blue eyes held Genesis’s Mako filled eyes with a serious stare. “That is why I am going to ask for a deal to be made between the two of us. A deal between friends over a common cause.”

Curious Genesis led the way to a table where he sat down opposite Ron, neither of them were aware of Harry who, on Hermione’s request, had sat himself close by to hear what was being said. “Okay name the terms.”
Genesis was a fair man, he knew that Hermione and Ron were sweet on one another, but he also knew that Ron was aware of how sweet Hermione and Genesis were. Moreover, after hearing about the Quidditch player still dancing with his Golden Flower, Genesis was willing to hear Ron out.

“You are not going to be here for a particular length of time, so I will look after her in your stead, here in this world…”

Genesis understood immediately, “and I will look after her in your stead in my world.” Ron nodded, “So what about when we are both in the same world?”

Ron cocked his head in thought, so Genesis spoke instead. “How about we let Hermione choose, when we are both in the same world, we both take care of her? Does that sound fair?”

Ron’s eyes lit up, “yeah, yeah it does!” Genesis beamed, he liked this boy, and Genesis found himself thinking that he and Harry between them would make very good SOLDIERs.

Ron held out his hand, “so do we have a deal Commander?”

“We do indeed, Mr Weasley.” Genesis and Ron shook hands and laughed before Genesis shoved him in Hermione’s direction. “Now go and ask her for a dance! I’ll barbeque the Bulgarian.”

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Hearing laughter from behind her, she felt Viktor’s grip tighten on her hand, she winced as that grip tightened again when Ron cleared his throat and tapped Hermione on the shoulder.
“May I cut in, Viktor?”

It was obvious in his eyes that Viktor did not want to let go of his little powerhouse. Hermione shivered at the memory of him seeing her at the Yule Ball in the condition she was in, she had thought that his possessiveness was over the fact the Ron had upset her, but it was actually his lust for her power that made him possessive.

“Of course, it is good to be able to dance vith you again, Hermione.” He kissed her hand and handed her to Ron.

“What were you and Genesis talking about?” she asked as Ron spun her out into the crowd.

“We were talking like gentlemen about who gets to look after you in which world.” Hermione frowned, no lies?

“Why would I lie to you? Genesis doesn’t, so why would I? Besides, he and I had basically the same idea, we both care about you and we both want to make sure you’re safe.”
Hermione turned scarlet at Ron’s words, “and the best bit is that neither of us are going to force you to choose.” Ron had leant down to whisper those words; they had stunned her into a momentary silence.

“R-Ron…”

“Listen if I had to let you go to anyone, I would only let you go to him, remember that.” Hermione smiled and then laughed aloud as Ron steered them out to the middle of the floor.

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After watching the youngest Weasley son and his Golden Flower dance for a moment or two, his eyes strayed to Krum. The man was eyeing Ginny and Fleur’s little sister, Gabrielle; it made him sick to see a man looking at women as though they were nothing more than pieces of meat.

Genesis felt a tug on his arm, looking down he saw a young girl who he had initially thought was the younger sister of one of the Turks, but he quickly forgot about that when she spoke to him.
“You must be Genesis, Ginny was telling me about how you and Hermione met,” Genesis looked over at the witch in question, seeing her mouth the word ‘sorry’, Genesis smiled and nodded his head. “hehe, don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. My daddy doesn’t know, and he won’t.”

Genesis’s smile got bigger; there was something about this girl that Genesis liked. “May I have this dance?” the young woman nodded and allowed Genesis to sweep her onto the dance floor, he saw Hermione and Ron laughing at something, and gave them a big grin. “You have me at a slight disadvantage, though, miss.” Genesis returned his attentions to the young woman in front of him.

“Luna, Luna Lovegood. My daddy is over there talking to Viktor Krum.” Genesis turned to see the two were indeed talking, though it seemed like it was getting heated.

“Are you enjoying the wedding, Genesis?” Luna asked.

“Yes, I am, it’s nice to see people on the brink of war being happy and celebrating something as simple as a wedding. However, I am usually doing the fighting rather than the celebrating.” Luna giggled.

Genesis smiled and spun Luna out into the crowd, Luna turned her head to see her father and Krum walking out of the party, a frown coming onto her delicate and somewhat dreamy features.
“Would you mind if I cut this dance short? I would like to make sure my dad’s alright.”

“I will come with you then, Ron is still dancing with Hermione, and I was promised the next dance.” Genesis was using the excuse to go out to deal with Krum.
When he and Luna rounded the corner to where the two men were, he was shocked to see both men had their wands out. Brother was also there.

Stop this, Genesis. Otherwise, Luna will get hurt.
The words were barely out of Brother’s mouth when Luna ran out in front of her father as Krum shot out a spell.

Genesis blocked it with Barrier and stood in front of the Lovegoods. “Luna, take your father back inside.” He turned his gaze to Krum and raised his voice. “I have my own bone to pick with you.”

Krum’s eyes narrowed, “you are the von that Hermione vas talking to me about. Vy are you here if you are not a friend of the newlyveds?”

“I am a friend of the newlyweds, as I am also a friend of Hermione’s. I was told something very interesting about you. Apparently you became obsessed with Hermione’s power, so obsessed that you tried to force yourself on her.”
Krum’s eyes widened. Genesis smirked, he knew that Remus and Mr Lovegood were standing, watching. As were Harry and Ginny.

“Who told you that?” he demanded raising his wand again.

Oh, bad move, Krum. Brother stated making Genesis’s smirk grow darker.

“Hermione’s friends told me. She doesn’t like talking about it and frankly I cannot say as I blame her. Tonight, in fact, I saw her visibly shiver at the thought of what you tried to do to her. I have also seen you, throughout the course of the night, eyeing up all of the women tonight, the bride and her sister included.” Genesis pushed some power into the fully mastered fire materia and flared it around his hand.

Krum’s eyes fell to his now glowing hand, it was then that he realised Genesis had no wand.
“You will find that I am protective over women as they are not supposed to get messed up in the affairs of men, however, I do not deny them the right to fight should they wish to.
But, this is a wedding. Everyone is enjoying themselves; the ladies and the girls should not have to worry about an international Quidditch star wanting to take them to his bed and steal away that they do not wish to give.
Not only that, you will find that I am possessively protective over Hermione Granger and will not allow any man to touch her against her will.
Genesis brought his hand level with his face, "so mister Krum…” his eyes glowed as bright as the materia in his arm, that smirk now as dangerous as everyone on his world knew.

“How fast can you run?”

Krum’s face paled in the glow of Genesis’s fire materia; a small group of men (Bill included) had turned up to see this. Harry was holding a video camera up and was taping it.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5,” Genesis began counting backwards slowly.
Genesis had hit five and Krum turned and ran, laughing Genesis gave chase and was in front of the wizard before he had even reached the gate. “4, 3, 2, 1…”
Genesis called forth a fireball and launched it at Krum’s face, deliberately missing him. He could see everyone smirking; Brother was doubled over with laughter.

“Touch another woman against their will and I will find you and burn you alive.” Genesis pulled his hand back and heard the gasps of fear and awe as the fireball came back, turning to face the balls of death, Krum instinctively ducked and disappeared.

The fire subsided with just a flick of Genesis’s hand; he bowed to his cheering audience and was clapped on the shoulder by several of them as he made his way to Harry.
“Keep that, Harry, I want to show Sephiroth and Angeal when I get home.”

Seeing Hermione and Ron still dancing, Genesis checked up on Luna and her father, who shook his hand vigorously and thanked him for his help.
“Not at all, Mr Lovegood…”

“Oh, call me Xenophilius.” He was going to go on about something, when Luna interrupted.

“Come Daddy, I think Genesis wants to dance with Hermione, so let’s let him have his dance.”

The Commander laughed. “You are a Goddess in disguise Luna! Have a wonderful evening!” Genesis bowed to the two and went over to where Hermione and Ron were still dancing.

“Do you have energy for one more dance, Hermione? Or would you like a rest?”

Ron and Hermione beamed up at him, Hermione nodded. “Ah, I think I can manage one more dance, if you don’t mind, that is?” she turned to Ron who shook his head and handed her to Genesis.

“I think Harry has something he wants to show you, Ron. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Genesis sent Ron and knowing look and turned to his Golden Flower.
Now he could look at her properly he saw that the dress she was wearing fitted her as well as the periwinkle blue had.

It complimented her figure, flowed out well as he had watched one of her many male dancers spin her out, Ron and Harry included. She was indeed a vision of the Goddess that he had recently become obsessed with.

He wanted to savour this moment and never forget it; the groom had given him a souvenir package that, he had been told, would fill up over the course of the evening, he silently hoped that his Golden Flower would be in the pictures so that he could show his friends once he returned.

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Hermione frowned and allowed her eyes to follow Ron as she and Genesis waited for the next song to come on.
She didn’t see what Genesis could and that was Fleur asking for a slow dance, she looked briefly in the direction of Genesis and Hermione, whose frown deepened as she saw Ron double over in laughter as he watched something on a video camera that she had brought with her.
She was about to walk over to ask what was so funny, but the song started and she found herself caught up in Genesis’s arms.
“And where do we think we’re going?” he asked, teasing her into a slow waltz.

“I was just wondering what Ron was laughing at… whatever it is it seems to have tickled him.” Hermione spoke softly, she was trying so hard not to melt into the arms of her Crimson Angel, her eyes decided to take in the clothing he was wearing, to keep her mind focused on the dance.

He was wearing the same outfit that was in the ShinRa Times, his SOLDIER battle outfit. She wondered how many women he had danced with in this uniform in his own world, she knew from the way the Veela were acting that he hadn’t danced with any of them… well except Fleur, but she was the Bride so he could dance with her.
His black, knitted, turtleneck sleeveless jumper and his ShinRa symbolised abdomen guard were flat against, what she knew, a well-toned chiselled abdomen.
His black soft leather cargo pants belled out on the thighs and disappeared into shin-length black boots, the abdomen guard held two leather straps in place, these, Hermione knew, kept the battle gear firmly in place.
His long duster coat was his pride and joy, apparently, it was blood red in colour, and fell to the bottom of his calf muscles, the black shoulder guards were for show but offered some form of protection, he also wore a pair of crimson gloves that felt nice under her hands.

“Um… Genesis…?”

“Hmm?” She finally looked into his eyes, her own shining with a curiosity.

She suddenly became lost in those eyes, “So pretty….” She breathed, Genesis laughed and spun her out into the crowd pulling her back into his arms where she came crashing back down to earth.

“Have you come out of your little cloud now?” he teased as he continued to waltz with her around the dance floor.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry. Haha, what I was going to ask was, how do your eyes get so bright? I mean what makes them glow?” She watched him look into her own eyes fondly.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry. It would take too long to explain. I will one day, though, I promise. Come on; let’s just enjoy this dance, eh?” Hermione knew she had stepped into forbidden territory so she leaned in close and the two just swayed to the music.

“What was that noise?” he stopped and looked outside the tent.
Hermione’s head began pounding. She doubled over in pain, catching Genesis’s attention.
“Hermione?” those around them looked at them.

She gasped for breath as the pain stopped suddenly, and she went cold. “Oh no…!”

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Brother raced to his sister’s side, she had been watching over a couple of children as they slept, “come sister, this is about to get dangerous, we have got to send Genesis back,” he took hold of his sister’s hand and raced over to the pair, Genesis was still looking over Hermione, worry etching in his face.

“I am sorry, Genesis.” He muttered as they passed.
Suddenly Hermione and Genesis had to shield their eyes as a silver light entered the party tent. Other pulled Brother to a stop to hear what was being said. “Sister, why have you not sent Genesis back yet? Sister!” But Other was more focused on the silver light now revealed to be the shape of a Lynx.

It opened its mouth and the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke, loud and clear. “The Ministry of Magic has fallen, Rufus Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

“Send him back sister, now!” Brother urged.

Other seemed to hesitate, “But…”

“She’ll be fine, just send him back before he gets hurt again!”

“Forgive me, you two.” She muttered as she reopened the portal.

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Genesis stood beside Hermione staring at the Lynx as it disappeared, the last three words it spoke echoing throughout the tent.
Someone screamed and Genesis found himself being pulled down as Hermione forced him to the ground.

Battle instinct took over as clouds of black smoke (that he now knew to be Death Eaters using Apparation to move around) surrounded guests and began killing, he looked up to see Hermione run towards Ron, only to be sent flying backwards by a well aimed spell.
“NO!” Genesis made to catch Hermione only to find his own path blocked by three Death Eaters.
He growled and felt the Mako in his blood surge. “Get out of my way!” He summoned his beloved Rapier and, catching sight of three others behind him, spun round in a graceful circle, his blade meeting every Death Eater within Rapier’s deadly swing, losing their heads instantly.
He did not wait for the bodies to fall as he ran for Hermione, who was getting to her feet. “Are you alright?!” he asked pulling her the rest of the way up and over to Harry and Ron who were fighting to get to her.
“Stay behind me, and tell the boys to get to the other end of the tent, I’ll take you to them.” Hermione was about to obey, when a spell was shot out at Genesis…

“AH!” Hermione screamed Genesis spun round and watched as Hermione, once again, fell to her knees, only when he went to catch her, he backed off; she had gone straight through his arm.

“No, no not yet, NO!” Genesis looked round at everyone; suddenly Ron’s voice reached him.

“Don’t worry about us, Genesis!” he looked round and found Ron and Harry running to catch Hermione and she got back to her feet, “we’ll see you soon! Here, catch!” Ron threw the souvenir package at him, he caught it and watched as his Golden Flower took the hands of her two best friends, gave him one last look and disapparated.

Genesis, himself, watched as the tent and the battlefield disappear and was replaced by the metal walls of Tseng’s apartment.
“Genesis!” the Turk in question caught the Crimson Commander as he fell to his knees, tears falling from his eyes.

“Genesis, what happened?” Tseng was shaking him trying to get an answer from the sobbing SOLDIER.

“They were having such a nice time. You would never have guessed there was a war with all of the happiness that was in that atmosphere. But all of that changed and now…” Genesis looked up at Tseng.
“Goddess, Tseng I wanted to stay to help them! They didn’t deserve that! Not when only minutes before they were all dancing and laughing!” Genesis sobbed openly and Tseng did the only thing he could do; he let Genesis cry.