Harry Potter X Final Fantasy 7
He woke up, slowly opening his eyes and trying to dim out the light that flooded his senses, until he stopped receiving pain and looked around wearily. Flashes of a memory went through his mind, of his time in a castle he once lived at, friends, people who were like family to him, it hurt his head as he grasped his forehead, rubbing it to dull the ache that briefly formed. The door opened and someone walked into the room, hospital... a nurse it appeared, as she noticed he was awake. She set down a tray of food and a drink, and ran to an office. He could briefly hear the woman call out a name, "Dumbledore's Office".
He took a look on himself. He still had his accessories, the Tetra Elemental on his bicep, the Escort Guard, the second undershirt lining the vest he now wore, the leather gauntlets. He still had his Materia, thankfully, but the sword was missing, scabbard included. He held out his hand, and the door was blasted open as the familiar sword jerked from the hands of a man with greasy black hair and right into his awaiting hand. He checked the sword out. Nothing out of miss... the four red stones were in their place: Shiva, Ifrit, Ramuh, and Titan.
Cover and Enemy Skill were linked, Time and All linked, with Revive and Poison linked on the Escort Guard. Gravity and Restore linked on the right leather gauntlet, with a single stone resting a Barrier Materia. On the other leather gauntlet were a linked Fire and Ice Materia and the last two unlinked slots holding Earth and Lightning. "Good, everything's not missing..." Except his pistol he had stolen off that bitch of a woman during the Calamity from the Skies fiasco, Scarlet the Witch, as he called her.
The old man that walked in, with several other people, were staring at the odd young man, wands held deftly in their hands in case he tried anything. The old man with half-moon specs pulled out a similar sword to the young man's weapon.
"I have tested to see if what you held was a carbon copy, but I am very amazed that they are both one and the same, although yours appeared to have been remade or reconstructed... I would guess after something that had broken a magical sword."
"... Where am I?" The young man questioned. His voice, Dumbledore noticed, held fear, as if he feared the answer he wanted to his question. He also noticed it sounded almost like James Potter, and this made him quite scared.
Nonetheless, he responded to the stranger's question. "You are in the Infirmary, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts." The young man stared for a few moments, and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed in a dead faint, the sword sheathed in its scabbard clattering to the hospital floor.
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His eyes opened sometime later, his emerald eyes darting to and fro, but everything was hazy, and he felt as if he was floating on a cotton cloud. Then, he heard a voice ask him a question. He wanted to refuse, but for some reason, something was wrong with his body as he responded in a monotone-like voice.
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"Who are you?" Albus Dumbledore asked. The stranger was dosed with three drops of Veritaserum, and then reawakened by a spell.
"I am Harry Potter. I am the Lord of Wutai, Lord of the Ancient and Most Nobel House of Potter, and the Lord of the Oriental Family of Kisaragi. I am the husband of Yuffie Potter."
Everyone in the Order murmured at this. It couldn't be possible, because Harry Potter was currently asleep in the Gryffindor Tower, and still at the age of sixteen.
"Who is this Yuffie character?" Albus asked.
"Yuffie Potter, maiden name Kisaragi, daughter of the late Lord Godo, the Lady of Wutai, Lady of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, and Lady of the Oriental Family of Kisaragi. She was a friend, a battle companion, a lover, and after the Calamity from the Skies, my loving wife."
"The Calamity from the Skies?" A man named Arthur Weasley questioned.
"The Ultimate Destructive Black Magic, Meteor. Summoned to destroy Gaia from an evil, homicidal, genocidal, psychopathic megalomaniac of a human who survived the intense currents of the Lifestream... Sephiroth..." Lightning flashed and thunder echoed ominously, causing many to shift about, a few others clutch their wands in their pockets. Odd thing was, the skies were clear and devoid of any clouds, and the moon was in its first quarter phase.
"What are you talking about? Who is this Sephiroth?" Thunder echoes again, "what is the Lifestream?"
"The Lifestream..." Harry began to speak, "That is what we call the river of life that circles our planet, giving life to the world and everything in it. A never-ending current of energy that travels among the realms of life and death... you see, the Shinra Electric Power Company discovered a way to use the Lifestream as an energy source. Because of Shinra's energy, we were able to live rich comforting lives... But wasn't that because we were stealing the planet's life force? A lot of people thought so... The Shinra used their power to try and stop anybody who got in their way..."
He then continued. "You see, Shinra had a special group of warriors called SOLDIER. And all the SOLDIERs had JENOVA cells put inside them, with showers of Mako energy, extracted Lifestream used and morphed into usable energy. JENOVA was a calamity that fell from the sky a long, long time ago and tried to destroy the planet. JENOVA was an alien life form, who fell to the Cetra when they battled it and sealed the demon away... Anyway, there was one SOLDIER named Sephiroth, who was better than the rest. But when he found out about the terrible experiments that made him, he began to hate Shinra. And then... over time..."
Harry was silent for a moment, as if stricken by a reoccurring memory. "... He began to hate everything. Shinra and the people against them... Sephiroth, who hated the planet so much, wanted to make it go away. He found the Black Materia, the Black Magic that contained the power to summon an arcane meteorite from the stars above and cast it to destroy the world he sought revenge against. And the people who tried to stop him... those who defected from Shinra's tyrant rule, AVALANCHE, and a boy named Harry Potter."
The others stared at the older different Harry Potter, who sat there. He frowned. "There were a lot of battles, and overtime, someone I loved dearly as family returned to the Lifestream, skewered through the heart by Sephiroth's sword. And then it came. The Final Battle: The planet used the Lifestream as a weapon, and when it had burst out of the earth, all the fighting, all the greed and sadness... everything was washed away. Meteor was erased, and the war to save the planet ended... but the darkness came two years after. Geostigma... a sickness that began to infect many across the planet... Many died, and others became ill, clinging to life and outcasted from society, mostly children."
Then Albus noticed the potion was starting to wear off. "A new battle began, one to end the new sadness, where a man named Cloud Strife was forced to return, and be the hero once again, and defeat the man who returned from death, Sephiroth." Ominous thunder booms softly, "the battles were hard and intense, but Sephiroth eventually returned back to the Lifestream, stating he will never be a memory... and then it began to rain. The heavens opened up, and the rain had washed away the Geostigma forever, thanks to my sister Aerith... the woman I come to loved dearly, who I will never forget..."
His eyes focused once more. The potion had worn off completely. "... Aerith, with the power of the White Materia, the Ultimate White Magic, Holy, to stop the sadness, and the power of the Lifestream to heal the sick..."