Title: Lover Reborn

Author: Excalibur's Fire

FanFiction: Harry Potter X Final Fantasy VIII

Pairings: HPxDM (Past), HPXSeifer Almsay

Warnings: Slash, there is boy/boy love in this, if you don't like that please don't read, you yelling at me about it isn't going to change my mind on it so it is just moo point (like a cow's opinion, it doesn't matter, lol)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter world nor Final Fantasy VIII worlds belong to me, if they did there would be a lot more man on man loving, ('cause that shite is hot,)

Chapter 1 - Taken

Taken. He had had everything taken from him. At just over the age of 1 he had his parents taken from him, a very bad wizard murdered them in front of his eyes. At the age of 4 he had his childhood taken from him, this was when he was old enough to start doing the chores, cooking and going to school with his cousin. At the age of 11 his innocence was taken from him, the wizard who murdered his parents possessed a professor at his boarding school, when his hands touched the professors face he burned up and crumbled to dust, he had killed. At the age of 14 his mothers sacrifice was taken from him, the murder used his blood to bypass the sacrificial defense that his mother created when she died. At the age of 15 his godfather was taken from him, a false vision tricked him into running into danger with his friends and his godfather's death was the final outcome. At the age of 16 his friends were taken from him, in a battle one friend was crippled so that he would never walk again, while the other had been hit by a curse that ate away her mind and magic, she was now a muggle of age three. At 17 his heart and soul, his very reason for existing was taken from him, he watch as his love was sentenced to die, he watch as his love was ripped from his arms, he watched as his love was marched through the veil.

High pitched laughter, pounding feet, red hair, screaming, green light, silence.

"Get out here you useless child, it's about time to make yourself a little less worthless, it's time you started to earn your keep. Get to the stove and make us some breakfast." A meaty hand reached out a grabbed the back of his neck.

"But I don't know how to work the stove, sir."

"Don't talk back to me!" The hand released his neck to whip around and smack him across the face; he fell to the ground, his hand at his check.

His aunt huffed, "Fine, I'll show you, once mind you, so I want you paying attention, I won't repeat myself". She grabbed his ear and dragged him to the kitchen where he had to pull up a stool; he was still far too short to reach the counter properly.

"Where you expecting someone else? A large dungeon bat, perhaps? No."

"Tell me what you see in the mirror!"

"I can give you back your parents, just give me the stone!"

"It burns, Master, it burns!"

"NOO!"

"Blood of an enemy, forcefully taken." The words echo in the back of his head as he struggles.

"My Lord." Something rises out of the cauldron, it's horrible.

"I can touch you now." A finger presses to his forehead marking the final moments of his mother's sacrifice; he's on his own now.

"Stupify." It's just a stunner, it can't kill.

The body flies, arcing gracefully through the fluttering tattered veil.

Hands everywhere, holding him back, keeping him from reaching. It's not too late, it can't be too late!

Chaos everywhere. Lights flashing from spells, people screaming curses, people screaming from curses. Blood smatters up the side of his face, but it's not his. The redhead at his side is down, a darker red staining the ground under him, at their distraction the brunette on his other side is hit by a turquoise curse, it was such a pretty colour though.

"I'm sorry, it was a dark curse that severed his spinal cord, he won't walk again, he most probably wont move his arms again either."

"We've been able to stop the curse on her, but it has been slowly eating away at her mind and magic, at this point she is entirely muggle and has the mind of a three year old. Her parents are coming to get her, she will return with them to the muggle world. Please, say your good-byes now."

"The sentence for being a Death Eater is the veil." They were bringing back old punishments, Death Eaters were continuously being freed, they needed something permanent.

"No! He's not a Death Eater! You can't do this!"

"He is branded. He must face his punishment."

"He was forced into it! Please! You can't do this, no." Hands everywhere, holding him back, keeping him from reaching...no, they held him last time, they couldn't this time.

"No!" With a great retch he pulled himself free and ran to his lover.

"Harry-" His love started.

'No! You can't leave me, you promised! Forever and a day! You swore! Please!" Hot tears run down their faces, he"s holding his love as tight as he can. "I can't go on without you." He whispers.

"You can and you will." His voice cracks. "You will continue, you will fight, you will live. And, if Magik wishes it, we will be together again. But not yet, you will live your life before you come to me." Using his nose to nudge his lover into looking at him; they look deeply into each other's eyes. "Green was always my favourite colour."

"And grey was mine."

'Draco Malfoy, you are sentenced to walk through the veil for Magik to judge your immortal soul." The official voice broke their thoughts, gazes and hearts. Hands grabbed them, pulling them apart.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy, forever and a day."

"I love you, Harry Potter, I'll be waiting patiently for you, always."

Harry forced himself watch as his only true love walked through the veil that had once taken his godfather from him. Someone lead him away and apparated him back to his apartment. He took one of the many pictures of him and Draco together and fell on the floor clutching it to his chest.

The ritual had been started already; Voldemort was calling on the power of Magik herself to make himself immortal. There wasn't any other way to stopping it now, he knew that he wouldn't survive this battle, but he knew that he would be seeing Draco again, soon.

Harry walked calmly into the small forest glen that held a circle of 13 Death Eaters, each with a prisoner to sacrifice the life of, with Voldemort in the center. Unicorn blood had been used to write runes onto the grass around him, he was naked with more runes carved into his skin.

Voldemort began chanting in Latin, calling on Magik to hear him, to take the life from the sacrifices and release it into him, to allow him eternal life, one prisoner's throat was cut and their blood was spilled on the runes on the ground. Voldemort began again, with another prisoner killed.

"You are signing your death warrant now, Voldemort."

Voldemort laughed as the thirteenth prisoner died. "Potter, you are just in time to watch Magik grant me eternal life." Light began rising around him.

'This is a perversion of Magik, she will not allow it." Harry walked up to the edge of the circle. "You have been at the back of everything that has ever been taken from me, parents, innocence, friends, my soulmate, now I am willingly giving to end this." Harry cast a slicing hex on his wrist, pouring his blood on the edge of the circle, unbalancing the ritual.

"Stop him!" Voldemort screamed, but it was too late, his blood, willingly given, was reacting to the magic around the forcefully taken blood. Everything went white.

No one knew what happened in that glen, but a large crater was found with no living souls in the area. Magik had taken them all.

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Excalibur