Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII. I just happen to like messing around with the characters and worlds is all.

Summary: After the Final battle which took place in Diagon alley, harry agrees to start over in a new world quite different from his. This world happens to be Gaia. He grows up as Aerith's younger brother. Slow fic, sort of, with a few time skips here and there.

Pairings: Past BZxHP. Currently unknown. Suggestions are welcomed.

Warning: Violence, maybe slash, and so on. The usual in other words.

Notes: Harry is four years younger than Aerith. That makes him three years younger than Cloud. And I am not that skilled at Math to determine the rest of the differences between ages. Anyone who wants to help me with that, be my guest. (In other words: Pretty please help me with that!: Hands clasped together and on knees giving kitty eyes.)

Harry has little memories of his previous world, but he will get some back as he grows up, just not all of them.

Yes, to answer the question before it pops up, Harry will eventually re-meet Fawkes, who has also been reborn on Gaia.

AAL: Okay, I finally got my comp back but have no desire to work on my other stories currently. For that I apologize. But, I promise to work on them when I get the motivation to. Ducks behind brick wall. Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! But, at least I am alive! However, I guarantee to work on this fic and the HPxFFX crossovers. These are the only two that currently motivate me.

Peeks over brick wall. Is it safe?

Sighs slightly in relief but doesn't let down guard. Anyways, on with the story.

Title: Mystic Green Eyes

(Better title suggestions are welcomed.)

Chapter One:

Harry sighed brushing a wispy strand of shoulder-length, raven black hair behind his ear. He was seventeen, just a couple months shy of being eighteen. Tired, dull green eyes blankly took in the battlefield around him. His once dark blue robes were black, blood trailing behind him as he absently searched for any survivors.

The first body he came upon was Hermione. Chocolate brown eyes blank, a chesire grin on blue lips. Her wand snapped a few feet away from her. A bit on her ankle revealed that Nagini had bitten her before Neville had killed the bloody snake. Close by was Ron, Seamus, and Theodore Nott. Bodies barely recognizable.

The next body made him pause as a deep sorrow overwhelmed him. Tonks, dear pregnant Nymphadora Tonks. With her baby ripped out of her stomach laying on top of Remus Lupin.

Molly Weasley, dead by a stray dark curse. Arthur with pieces of a shattered window pinning him to a wall. Fred and George Weasley died defending their sister Ginny, who in act of madness took out twenty death eaters and herself with a powerful Incendio. Neville dead defending children. Draco Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy beheaded by Voldemort. So many more that Harry could not bring himself to name.

He felt something soft land on his cheeks. Slowly, he looked up, only to see snow slowly falling down. A phoenix song drifted through the stillness. Fawkes, the only one still alive. In a burst of flames, Fawkes landed on Harry's shoulder. "Hello, Fawkes. I did it."

Fawkes trilled sadly in acknowledgement. "What now," Harry asked.

You could redo the past. Fawkes suggested.

"No. I couldn't handle it again."

Continue with life as it is. Harry smiled sadly. "Again, that is not an option I could take."

You could start over in a new reality. Of course, there are things one must be aware of while transferring from one universe to the next.

"That may be, but it seems it is the only option that I could even consider." Harry stated kneeling down, covering Blaise Zabini's eyes with pale fingers.

He loved you. "I know. I love him as well." Fawkes bowed his head in agreement.

Your magic will be changed. Your appearance may be different. Most of your memories will be gone. Except for him. He'll be the only one you can really remember.

"So, I'm basically starting all over?"

In a way. However, you'll still be like this. It might take years to heal… "Will you be with me?" No and yes. We could meet again if it is destined to happen. I don't know for sure.

Harry bent forward, kissing Blaise's head, clutching the silver ring with a Celtic design in his hand. He was no longer needed here, and if he stayed he would only die a slow death. He had promised that he would try to get on with life, and he would at least try to move on. It wouldn't be easy, but it was all that was keeping him sane currently.

Standing, Harry raised his hand and wandlessly summoned his most important possessions. His photo album that Hagrid had made for him in his first year, which had been added to with his own pictures that had been taken from third year on. His invisibility cloak. The Marauder's Map his dad and two godfather's had made while in school, he was completely ignoring that there had been a fourth person to the Marauders.. Clothes that his friends had taken him to buy a couple of months ago. Books Hermione and Remus had given him. The soft, white, long coat Blaise had personally gotten him that the hem had been outlined with fake white fur. A black staff with silver runes etched into, blue-white strands of unknown metal at the top twisting into a strange symbol that the twins had designed holding a green sphere that Bill had found in an excavation several months ago. Lastly a plain black, bottomless bag appeared. With another wave of his hand, most of his possessions went into the bottomless bag except for the coat, the staff, and his ring.

Are you ready? Fawkes asked once Harry had put on the coat, slung the bag over his shoulder and had a good grip on his staff. Harry stared around him, taking in one last look at the destruction around him. A deep sadness filling him. "Yes." A whisper.

Fawkes clutched onto Harry and burst into flames. He would take Harry to a place that he would most likely have a chance to heal in.

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Something was caressing him softly. He could hear a distant murmur of some sort. He could feel Fawkes was still nearby, but he was extremely tired, and could not bring himself to open his eyes. There was an encouraging feeling, telling him it was okay to go to sleep, and that when he next woke things would work out. Harry decided to listen to that feeling.

The lifestream soundlessly crooned at the child the phoenix had brought her. A child that had been hurt because of war. She warned the phoenix that another war was coming, she could feel The Calamity From the Skies awakening. Fawkes trilled back . This was Harry's only chance to heal. This was the best world that he could find.

The lifestream felt the sincerity in the phoenix's song. Agreed with him even. She would look after this child, one who could already hear her, one who could already feel her. Her child now. The phoenix, Fawkes, the lifestream reminded herself, trilled again. A question , he wanted to stay near her child. She hummed in thought.

She showed Fawkes an image of him being reborn as well, as a Materia summon, with a memory of green eyes. One who would have to find a way to her child if he wanted to stay with him. Fawkes let out a sad, but resigned note of agreement. The lifestream caressed the phoenix offering comfort and a promise to try and help the two find their way to each other, but she couldn't do much more than that. She had already done more than she was suppose to by allowing the child a new chance at life.

Fawkes bent his neck in understanding. The lifestream gave one last caress before sending the two on to heir new lives.

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A child sat up in the middle of white and yellow flowers in a run down church. Memories were hazy, emerald eyes clouded from just waking up. Wispy, shoulder-length red hair fell forward as the child glanced down, causing him to notice black tips. He saw he was covered in a beautiful soft coat that was currently to big on him. A flash of a warm smile and gentle dark eyes set in a tanned face crowned with dark hair. His other clothes, however, seemed to fit him perfectly. A huge black staff with strange symbols and design laid next to him. A green sphere glowing softly. A bag laid across his lap, though he couldn't remember what it was for.

A young girl rushed into the church breathing heavily. Her brown hair was pulled back in a braid, and her green eyes were the same as his in color. She wore a pink dress and pink sandals. She seemed unsure at first, before deciding to approach him. He heard a hum of contentment in his mind.

"Hello," the girl stated shyly. "I'm Aerith."

The child stared blankly at her, unsure what his own name was. Aerith smiled gently, hearing the voice of the lifestream telling her that this was her new brother, one who didn't know his own name. "It's okay. You don't have to talk just yet. But, what to call you? I know why don't we go ask mother?"

Aerith helped her new little brother stand up, taking the coat and folding it before deciding the staff was to big to carry and hiding it among the damaged pews. "We'll come back for it when we can actually carry it." She explained as he watched her silently, before putting the bag across his shoulders after seeing how light it was and adjusting the strap.

Taking one of his small pale hands in her own hand she began to lead him through the slums to home and to his new mother. She talked nonstop about herself, their mother, their home, her flower garden that she worked on and that he would be helping with, her favorite colors (bright colors such as pink and white), and so on.

Finally they entered a bright area with a small two story house and a lot of different flowers. Aerith smiled at him. "Welcome home." Before dragging him inside. "Mom, I'm home. I brought a new brother with me!"

A lady with dark hair and hazel eyes walked down the stairs. "A new brother?" seeing the young child with her daughter the woman paused, taking in his appearance.

The child looked so lost standing there, both hands clutching Aerith's dress, and slowly shifting to hide behind her. "Who is this?"

Aerith smiled at her mother. "This is my new brother. I found him at the church. He doesn't remember anything much, not even his name. And, he hasn't said a word yet, but he will in time when he is ready."

The woman sighed at her daughter's words. But, since Aerith was lonely she would take in this new child. Besides, he wouldn't survive long in the slums on his own with no memories. "Fine, he may stay." The woman knelt down next to the child and gently coaxed him out from behind Aerith. "Hello little one. My name is Elmyra. I'll be taking care of you from now on as your mother."

The little boy looked at her with unsure emerald eyes so similar to Aerith's in color but so different at the same time. "Well, I guess we should figure out a name for you." Elmyra stated. She turned to look at Aerith. "Any ideas?"

Aerith shook her head in the negative. Elmyra smiled at her daughter. "That's okay. Give me a minute and I'll think of one." She turned her gaze back to the boy, taking in his appearance, and what she already new about him.

Looking at him a feeling came over her. She just new that this child had suffered through great unknown sadness, one that still held some sway over him even if he didn't remember. Her heart was already going out to him, like it did on the day that she had taken Aerith in. This child needed her just as Aerith still needed her. And with the eyes and pale skin, they all could pass off as family to strangers. He could pass as Aerith's brother, and Aerith had already been her daughter for years now. Those in the slums who knew her and Aerith wouldn't blink an eye if she took in one more child, knowing that she had wanted children for years, but her heart still belonged to her husband who had passed away only a couple of years ago, when Aerith was seven.

Aerith was now nine and this child looked to be five. Which brought up another issue, they would have to give him a birthday as well. The eyes of the child kept captivating her. "Jadyn. That will be your name from now on. Jadyn Gainsborough (sp?)." Elmyra pulled both children into a hug. Her family was now completed.

She glanced at the calendar on her wall. September 5th. From now on September 5th would be Jadyn's birthday, the day that he joined their family.

:End of Chapter One

AAL: Not too bad so far. My writing as improved somewhat since I've been gone. Not a lot, but a little at least. The actual chapter is around for pages by itself. I know this because I typed that up first. It took me about two days to properly get this chapter out. So, yay!

Other notes: Fawkes talking to Harry/Jadyn

Harry and Reno are going to be friends, but can someone help me figure out if they are the same age or if Reno is older or younger than Harry?

Harry will be going by Jadyn for the most part, except in the memories that he regains.

It took me a half hour to decide his name and birthday, how do you guys like them? I made him a Virgo. Grins, I have a friend who is a Virgo, so he might be slightly similar to her. I apologize for that. But, it won't be anything big, just small similarities that she'd probably catch on to. Hopefully she won't murder me for this…

By the by: I do know Jadyn is mostly a girl's name, but I point out that it is better than Cloud's first name. poor Cloud. But then Cloud wouldn't be the same character that we all know and like to mess with.

Another question, because I don't own the game, and I doubt my older brother will lend it to me as I am currently borrowing an anime and a different game, What sector does Elmyra and Aerith live in? I know sector five is the church, sector 6 is basically the red-light district, and sector seven is Tifa's bar. I also know sector eight leads to the Shinra building.

Okay, I'm going now. R&R please?