Warnings: slash, het, time travel, reincarnation, blood, death, gore, violence, language, mentally unstable characters
Prologue
They had destroyed everything.
Them, the muggles, had destroyed human life as it was on Earth. Well, technically, his own race had played quite the part in it, too, but it was mainly muggle weaponry that had destroyed most of life. They had tried to revive it, but there was too little left.
It had started in 2022 when the new British Muggle Prime Minister elected was Edgar Selwyn, a squib from the dark pure blood family. He was a cheerful man, really, despite the way he had been treated by his family, and thought that non-magical people and magical people should know about each other and live together. That was probably why no one really thought him the instigator, but he was. He had planned everything to a tee.
Edgar took it upon himself to announce the existence of wizards and witches to the muggles.
For a while, it was fine, the two were actually able to live peacefully, in harmony, and many magical and non-magical alike were surprised by this. Except for the occasional extremists attacking each race, the two societies were able to function quite perfectly, side by side. The Societies were granted independence along with other magical creature societies such as werewolves and vampires, which had improved in both terms of creature-human relations and quality of life in general.
The muggle community looked for ways to perform magic by themselves and, by 2028, had found odd crystals that glowed and could enable them to perform a wide range of simple spells. Later, the Department of a Mysteries found out that everyone had a magical core and that wizards were just more in tune with it and had more magic. The muggle scientists called magic 'life force' and the crystals 'Materia' and found out that Materia drew the Life Force from the core, enabling those with less in tune magic to perform it.
In 2030, scientists that were collaborating with Unspeakables from all around the world discovered the blood and wil of the Planet, the lifestream and theories it's sentience and death. They called the sentience and will of the Planet Gaia. It was announced that all other theories about life, death and creation were untrue due to this. This caused uproar from the religious for two years before finally they came up with the Theory of Belief: everything that is believed in to exist exists in some form within the universe created by the power of belief and the mind in large quantities. Ergo, if many people believe in one thing, then that thing exists. This theory appeased the believers enough for them to calm down.
The year 2036 marked the start of World War Three. The muggle governments had graciously offered the magical community the option to stay out of the war. Most communities took it and everyone gave credit of good relations to Edgar Selwyn.
However, due to the weapons used and the now lack of distance between the two communities, major casualties appeared for both communities.
By 2037, the magical population were calling for the blood of their muggle counterparts, the blame fully placed on them. The muggles, on the other hand, never really noticed the going ones in the magical community. Year 2038 was when wild, non-intelligent magical creatures began attempting to strike down muggle airplanes whenever one came in sight. Year 2039 was the year other magical beings demanded revenge for their own casualties caused by muggle warfare. Only a month later, Walter Bell, Minister of Magic, resigned.
Elections were held immediately and one political party in particular had been gaining much popularity. The one that called for segregation, complete separation from the muggle community and even persecution and destruction of muggles to keep themselves safe.
Six months after the previous minister's resignation, Valeria Winterhall, the first ever female Minister of Magic, was elected.
Then came Operation Secrecy, the name given to the operation that would reinstate the Statute of Secrecy. It took little persuasion to have the other magical communities all over the world to join in.
In 2040, the Third of January, James Sirius Potter, head of the Aurors, led an army of wizards, witches, and all sorts of magical creatures from all around the world to the Battle of Denmark and completely annihilated the muggle navy, air force and army fighting there, against his father's wishes. It was for revenge, revenge for his brother, sister and mother when they were killed in the accidental bombing of Diagon Alley. They were taken down easily mainly due to surprise. The event was then known as The Slaughter of Denmark by muggles and The Victory at Denmark by the magical community.
In the years after that, World War Three had gained a new name as muggles made alliances with each other and magicals armed themselves for war. It was called The Race Purge. Both sides hit as hard as they got and casualties were going up at an incredible rate.
In 2041, one Harry James Potter returned for the first time to the surface of the world since his family's death looking not a day older than when he 'disappeared'. The first thing he did, was go around the world and gather all the people who were against the war, creating an organization called CETRA. No one knew what it stood for except the man himself, but it was a group dedicated to saving as many innocents as possible, people completely against the discrimination and war between the two communities. It was simply amazing how little people joined, CETRA being only about twenty thousand people strong.
When nuclear warfare began in 2042, James Sirius Potter defected from the magical army and joined CETRA, having heard of the newest plans of the magical army. They were going to summon something recently discovered called WEAPON, something the Planet used to protect itself, by using a being from space they named The Calamity and manipulate it to infect the muggles and their life force, forcing WEAPON to target them. They were going to deploy The Calamity into civilian cities and hope it infected muggles, muggle children. They were going to attempt to destroy the world.
While this went on for around a year, CETRA kept 'recruiting' so to speak. More and more people joined, but, at the same time, the rest of the world began to view CETRA as an enemy. Many of the recruiters, mainly magical people due to their abilities, were killed.
The Race Purge ended at the morning of the year 2044 due to the fact that there just wasn't much of anything anymore and the war was impossible to continue. WEAPON went back to its slumber, sealed away by Harry James Potter himself, the most powerful wizard alive then and one the only few from Britain that survived.
Then, CETRA rejoined the surface world, everyone there coming out of hiding. Life soon returned to a semi-normal state for the survivors, who numbered around ten million. They tried to bring the Planet back to life and create new life. They built the City of Ancients over what was left of Hogwarts as the symbol of the beginning of a new era and Harry James Potter was given the name Harriel by the muggle pope there, claiming that he was an angel sent down to guide them to salvation.
It was then that the Great Rebirth happened. The Planet shifted and breathed new life into itself, healing and allowing a new beginning for everyone. The lifestream came nearer and the Planet became stronger as it surged to the surface, free of pollution and it's other burdens. Pools of natural lifestream, aka Mako, popped up as if to remind the people that they were being watched over. There, a new group of people were born.
Light shone upon Harry, and the Planet... It spoke. It spoke to the people, speaking of peace, life and hope. And it gave them a way to contact it.
And that was how the Cetra came to be. The very first few of CETRA gained the miraculous ability to speak to the Planet, a gift for leading the world to peace.
The people renewed the year, since it was a new start, making it εуλ 0000 instead of 2078 C. E..
However, only some of the surviving magical population and the Cetra stayed in the city; the muggles and the few other magicals went away to find their own lives to live.
For a while, it was peaceful, and Harry was content to watch over his people and the city. He could even just forget the fact that he wasn't aging, live with the fact that none of his friends and family except James had survived.
However, everyone had forgotten something.
The Calamity was still there.
It attacked the City of the Ancients and killed or scattered the Cetra. By the time Harry managed to seal it away, it was too late. Almost everyone was dead. If they weren't dead, then Harry had no idea where they went. He had nothing left to live for. So, after burying the body of his son, Harry made a decision.
He would commit suicide.
Now, since he had realized that he could age, he had tried several times to kill himself, none of which worked. The Lifestream kept rejecting him. Therefore, he would have to force the Lifestream to accept him.
On December third, εуλ 0010, Harry James Potter, aka Harriel, jumped into a Mako spring and was never seen again.
Harry James Potter...
My Champion, My Weapon, My Child...
I need you...
Help him...
Who has been sent back...
Time rewinds...
Help my new Savior...
Given a new chance...
He cannot win without you...
This time you will be there...
It cannot fail...
Help my Children...
Destroy the Calamity!
εуλ 1980
Light? No, that can't be. I should be dead. I was dead. Definitely dead. I should have returned to the lifestream... Or something.
...
Or something, probably. My life has never, will never be that easy. The fact that I heard Her talking is a testament to the fact that I'm not dead. Then... Where am I?
...
I can hear... Voices. I feel... Really weird...
"Twins? Are you sure? Last time the ultrasound only showed one embryo..." A masculine voice asked, sounding slightly distraught.
"Positive. It's coming out of her. How can we not be sure?" An annoyed female voice replied. He then felt himself being lifted gently before being suddenly snatched away. He tried to make a sound of protest and distress, but all that came from his mouth was gurgling and wailing.
Well, I think I have an idea of what's going on now...
"Hmm... This changes things... Lucrecia actually had twins. It matters not, it just gives me a new specimen for Project JENOVA. That one, the unnamed one, shall be known as... Harriel. Sephiroth and Harriel, Projects S and H." Another male voice spoke.
Oh Merlin. What the hell?
εуλ 1989
You have been given another chance...
You must save me...
The world was burning, going up in flames and he was running, running...
There was silver and green and yellow and orange all around him. Black death creeping over the ground, white illness over people's faces.
"I will... Never be a memory."
Red blood seeping through the fabric, staining him red, too. Tainting and corrupting his soul. Screams of terror sounded throughout the village.
You are my Chosen...
You must destroy the Calamity!
A giant meteor in the sky, ripping through the atmosphere in a blaze of red and orange and yellow. Rotting flesh and cold skin. The stench of death.
You must remember...
You must not waste this chance...
The earth breaking apart, explosions blowing apart buildings. Dismembered bodies and people lying on the ground.
You must stop it...
You must not let it happen...
"CLOUD!"
In the small town of Nibelheim, a young blonde boy bolted up on bed, a silent scream on his lips. His eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as he looked at his surroundings, finding them surprisingly bright. A sob escaped him as he buried his head in his hands and curled in on himself.
AN: You see, I wasn't actually meaning to publish Not Entirely Alone. THIS is what I was meaning to put up.
The happenings here don't match up with what the game says happens to the Cetra and stuff, but, oh well. This is a fanfiction.