Firstly, I would like to stress that this is not a crossover. It is simply, elements from Final Fantasy VII incorporated into the Harry Potter universe. I will explain it here. It simply has a lot of elements drawn from the Final Fantasy VII. The only characters who can have the same names are the characters of Vincent, Lucrecia and Hojo. Vincent is an alias for Harry, why, you'll find out. Lucrecia is just a woman who Harry knew in the same sort of way FF7 Vincent was with FF7 Lucrecia, except with less tragic romance. Hojo, like FF7 Hojo, is a bastard.
The only real same-y things is that Harry has a similar sort of life, and can transform into the Galian Beast, Death Gigas, Hellmasker and Chaos. There won't be anything to do withabout Lifestreams and there probably won't be anything about Omega or the Planet.
If you cannot understand that, let's make it basic. This fanfic features a VincentValentine!Harry, who has a past similar to FF7 Vincent's, and has very similar abilities.Yes, that means Harry has a gun.
To summarise this, Harry was kidnapped by Unspeakables, who wished to use him.I did that because it's quite an unusual take-on on Unspeakables, who are usually allies if ever mentioned.
Second of all, this prologue is particularly descriptive, almost Gothic in genre. Take no notice, it's probably going to change, and the upcoming chapters will be much longer.
Finally, this will be set at the same time as Canon Deathly Hallows, which is supposed to be 1997, which is especially ironic, since that was the year FFVII was released. Speaking of which, a knowledge of FFVII and DoC may be required to understand this story.
Oh yeah, this is written in first-person, which is new for me, but after reading jbern's The Lie I've Lived, I was inspired to. That's a brilliant fic, read it.
Prologue
A cold sweat covers cold pale skin. This body of mine trashes in my half-sleep, but my recurring nightmares are still there, as plain to me as if they are happening in front of me. And here I see them again, stretching from my childhood...or at least, sometime after my childhood.
I have no idea when I first entered the Department, but I know I could at least already walk and talk.
The dark shapes loom above me. A frightened gasp escapes my lips, and I try to hide myself from the dark shapes.
I want to run, I want to scream.
Even they were better than this...
"You...are ours," hisses the dark figure, the one in the middle of their line. "Welcome to the Department of Mysteries. Your name is...Project V."
What was my name before that? I have a name now, but I know it is not my real name. ...Yet I do not care now. Vincent Valentine is a good enough name for me.
And she gave me that name. That makes it worth every last letter.
But who were they, who I was with before the Unspeakables?
Only one word can float to my mind. Dursley. What does that name mean to me? Was it the name of someone who sold me out, or someone who I was stolen from?
The large man chuckles, before speaking. "I'll be training you for the Turks Division."
Contempt is almost being radiated from my person. "...And why, exactly would I join a group of spies and assassins?" I ask dryly, making no attempt to hide my abhorrence for the man...and for all Unspeakables.
"...How about because you can use one of these beauties," replies the large man, and he offers me a handgun.
I am very tempted to take the gun and fire it through the man's bloated body, but only a fool would attack a person whose abilities are completely unknown, unless they were very confident in their own.
Never go anywhere unarmed, was a basic Turk rule. A rule I one day overlooked, and because of it, I have sinned greatly. That sin not only cost me my love, but resulted in my death, a painful resurrection, four abominations entering my unholy flesh, and now, my current status as a stone in the river of time.
I enter the room, and the woman turns around to face me, slightly bemused. "Doctor Lucrecia Crescent?" I ask, and a nod is my answer. "I have been assigned as your bodyguard. I am Project V."
"...Project V? Well, I'm sure it'll be great to work with you," she offers me her hand, and I shake it, to receive a smile.
A smile. I cannot recall my age, whether I was eleven, twelve or thirteen, but I still felt...happy, whenever she smiled at me. She was not so many years older than myself...
She refused to call me by Project V. I believe she did so for the purpose of learning my actual name. Eventually, she could stand it no longer, and asked.
"What's your name anyway?"
"...I don't have a name."
Her eyes meet mine, and she was surprised, and I elaborate. "I do not remember my life before I entered the Department.
"...Would you like me to give you a name?"
Those words stunned me. None of the Unspeakables had ever cared about names, choosing to hide them, rather than use them. Project V was my identification, and therefore, should have been my name, but I could not like it. When a person has a name, they like it, or they dislike it. Project V was only indifference.
And I accepted.
She looks through the book. "Vaughan?"
"No."
"Vere?"
"No."
"Vergil?"
"No."
"Vernon?"
"No."
"Victor?"
"No."
"Vinal?"
"No."
"Vincent?"
"Vincent...Vincent. ...I like it."
"Okay, now for a second name..." She flicks back to the top of the page. "Valentine?"
"...That's a name?"
Indeed, Valentine was on the page. It was actually Roman.
We grew close, Lucrecia and I, perhaps too close, for Unspeakables, and that several years separated us in age. And then one day, it happened. I have always liked to imagine that the Unspeakable Leader was responsible for it, for him to suddenly appear.
She clutches my hands weakly. "I didn't mean for it to happen...I couldn't...I'm so sorry!"
I never blamed her. I only wanted to see her smile.
She ran from me. Into her fellow doctor Hojo's arms.
It didn't matter to me. As long as she was happy.
I was a fool. I did not even to try to tell her, that I never blamed her.
"Please, we're scientists, we know what we're doing!" says Hojo. "Now away with you, boy!"
"...I just..."
It happened so quickly.
"Are you- are you sure?" I ask, desperately. "This is what you really want?"
"Am I sure?! Am I sure?! If this only concerns me, then yes, I am sure!"
"Oh...I...I just..."
All I did was watch. I didn't even try to stop her. And then...
"Talk!" I scream. "Why did you let this happen?!"
"...Silence," says Hojo.
"You!"
"Silence!" shrieks Hojo, and suddenly he draws a gun.
On the day I left my gun behind.
He fires.
I crash to the ground, and stare at Hojo's boots...
The next thing I know is Lucrecia's screams and Hojo's laughter.
"Lucrecia..."
I lose consciousness, as death welcomes me.
Death hurts. It hurts the mind and the body. I fear death now even though I am immortal, as I cannot remember anything from when I was deceased.
That terrifies me, because my experience has shown me that nothing lies beyond death. And how could anyone wish to enter the abyss?
Death must be like falling off a cliff, and yet you'll never reach the bottom. Or falling into a coma, and never waking up, even as your body decays, and all trace of your existence vanishes...
My eyes snap open. And suddenly, my body transforms into something...something else. And then...I have no control.
I lash out at the tank, roaring, shrieking.
I later found out what Lucrecia implanted into me. By using what she used, she had implanted Chaos, perhaps the most powerful demon into my body. Eventually, she implanted something called the Protomateria into my body, which gave me some control over the demon.
"I think I've finished with my experiments on you boy," grins Hojo. "I must really thank her for reviving you. Such a fine specimen, and powerful now, with the power of transforming into those demons..."
Hojo. I detest the man. He took me away from Lucrecia's lab, and experimented more on my body, enhancing my body, and giving me three more demons, certainly not as powerful as Chaos, but enough to tear my mind.
Four demons in the body of a sinner. The Galian Beast, the werewolf-like creature, the weakest. Death Gigas, a monster that appeared to be made from mismatched body parts, slow, but possessed unrivalled physical strength. Hellmasker, a chainsaw-wielding, hockey-mask wearing maniac that killed for pleasure. And Chaos, the form that appeared in mine, as much more demonic, and the most powerful.
I smile to myself as I watched from the roof.
The Unspeakables rise from their seats around the rectangular seats, as the leader finishes speaking. They draw blades and hold them in both hands, pointing the blade downwards.
To their surprise, the person at the end of the table –Hojo- was still seated. They watch him, and Hojo begins to stand, but suddenly he collapses across the table, a dagger in his back.
Hojo has paid for his sin. And I...
"I must pay for my sin."
I climb into the coffin, and close the lid. Already, I could feel sleep, and nightmares riding...
I awake, my mind in turmoil, and I gaze through the darkness at the closed lid of the coffin.
I exhale softly, letting my breath push away the musty air of the coffin. For nearly four years, my world has been this coffin.
These bloody red eyes of mine close, and I try to relax, ready to fall asleep again.
But, I cannot deny that this coffin is extraordinarily uncomfortable. As well as having to sleep in the same position.
My unreal world spins, and I begin to lose consciousness...
And I snap out of this trance, as I...feel the presences of life approaching. Humans.
I let my hand stray to Cerberus, the three-barrelled handgun that lies in its holster, a chain attached to it. It's called a Dirge, for some reason. Dirge of Cerberus...
Voices are getting louder, and suddenly, I hear the door fly open, blown apart most likely.
Whoever these people are, I am sure they do not mean me well.
Fine. I am...raring to go, as the saying goes.
My clawed hand punches open the lid of the coffin, and I slowly stand, my blood-red cape trembling in the air.
I face the intruders, all wearing black robes and white masks. Wands are pointed at me, yet I can tell their hearts are not in it. Fear.
My studies have not failed me.
These must be the Death Eaters, the slaves to the deceased Dark Lord, Voldemort, but it is possible that he has been resurrected, or was never killed...
After all, the Death Eaters were cowards, and would not fight for a lord that has gone.
I step out of the coffin, and draw Cerberus, before pointing it at them. I can still tell that the attack element spells entwined into Cerberus' frame are still fully functional.
Fire, the wide-area burning attack. Ice, the homing missile. Lightning, a powerful direct hit.
It's been a while since I last fought.
The four demons are tugging my mind to pieces, raring for blood, after being deprived of it for so long.
"That...that's our target?!" one screams.
"That's Potter, it has to be!"
"He's a vampire you fool!"
I ignore their bickers, and one takes a step forwards, a curse on his lips, his wand pointed at me.
Cerberus roars.
Three bullets lodge themselves into the man's brain, and he collapses to the ground, a lifeless heap.
Silence, and I can feel the storm approaching. A stone in the river of time no longer. This moss-gatherer will begin rolling again.
I feel it in my bones, in every inch of my flesh.
"...Welcome to a world of sinners," I greet them.
All hell breaks loose...
I can only say...Cerberus shall feast well tonight.
Yeah, the upcoming chapters will be longer.
...Was it any good?
Yeah, Harry looks like Vincent as depicted in Dirge of Cerberus.