A/N Ok, I started this for the simple fact is as far as Crossover pairings go, I love CloudxHarry, and there soooo aren't enough of them around. So, here we go!
I do not own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII! I do however own any OC's that MIGHT flit on through...
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Summary: It was the random kind of crazy that only ever happened to him. But, he couldn't help but wonder if this was where he should have been from the start. Even if he still had to fight, it was a small price to pay to help the ones he'd come to loved...
Warnings! This fic will contain the following: Violence, swearing, possibly blood/gore, OOC'ness, SLASH and random humor. Oh, and quite possibly lemons, depending on how creative I'm feeling! Let's not forget Dark but not evil, smart, powerful and Animagus Harry!
If you do not like Slash, then I suggest you find something else to read...
Main pairing:CloudxHarry
Words: 7, 035
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"What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion." -Sephiroth, Final Fantasy VII
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"Parseltongue..."
"Thinking/Other..."
"Talking..."
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It'd been three years since Voldemort's final defeat on Hogwarts grounds. Three years since the Wizarding World had won the war on Darkness. Three years since Harry James Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-The-Dark-Lord, Icon of the Light, Golden Boy, Just Harry, lost everything...
Three years of nothing but self-loathing and merciless guilt...
If only he'd finished Tom off sooner, if only he hadn't been weak, if only he'd tried harder...
Then maybe Sirius might have still been alive...
Maybe Severus Snape wouldn't have had to die...
Maybe Fred and George would still be around to prank the hell out of him...
Maybe Luna Lovegood would still give him her dreamy, half there stare...
Maybe Draco Malfoy would have been there to cuff him upside the head for hating himself...
Maybe Remus Lupin, Moony, would be he around to see his son grow...
Maybe Minerva McGonagall would be there to take up the position of Headmistress of Hogwarts...
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe he'd still be loved...
If only he'd been stronger, then maybe they wouldn't have had to die...
It was all his fault!
His fault...
Not Tom's...
Not Albus Dumbledore's...
His...
Harry James Potter...
It's all your fault!
The Boy-Who-Lost-Everything...
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Harry sat on the floor in the Department of Mysteries, alone and without hope...
After the War had finally ended, after the dust had settled, after everyone had a chance to think of something other than surviving and winning...
They had pointed accusing fingers at him...
"This is all your fault Potter! If you had killed him sooner my brother's would still be here!"
"Damn you Harry! Your no better them Voldemort!"
"You should leave here Harry, you're not welcome here anymore."
"Go now Harry..."
So he'd left, he'd left the only ones who he had ever loved behind. With nothing else to do, to keep his mind from the pain, he'd sort out the Ministry for a job...
They'd made him an Unspeakable, so he was away from the general populace...
Away from the fingers and the stars and the sneers and hate.
The whispers...
He'll be the next one...
The next Dark Lord...
But...
He was fine with that, he'd taken up the role of studying the thing that had taken his Godfather...
The Veil...
The Veil Of Death...
The thing that had taken the only one who had trusted him unquestionably, the only one who loved him unconditionally...
Away...
Through The Veil...
For two of the three years of peace he'd been sitting or standing in front of the Veil, staring, waiting...watching...studying...
He stood, never wavering, dull emerald eyes mapping out ever small crack, every tiny detail...
The fluttering curtain called to him...
Sweet voices...
Dead voices...
Sirius...
Two years of this...
He had learned...
Nothing...
Another day of finding absolutely nothing. Why was he doing this anyway? He was only tormenting himself further, but what else could he do? He'd given up on becoming an Auror, they had sneered at him and said; 'Why bother? We'll be arresting you soon...' In other words all they were waiting for was a small misstep, anything to get him labeled dark so they could snap his wand and throw him in Azkaban.
He hated Dementors...
They sure did love him...
Maybe his Animagus form would help, like Sirius?
Oh no...don't think of that, it's dark dark dark...
Dark is bad...
Dark will get you thrown in Azkaban...
Or get you Kissed...
Soulless...
Forever...
He shuddered from his position on the floor. He knew he was slightly cracked, who wouldn't be after all he had gone through? All his inner musings were dark, disjointed ramblings...
"A mad man, am I?"
Yes...
He remained in his place, seated before the Veil's ever fluttering, ever whispering curtain. He could hear the voices, they were many, he could sometimes catch tidbits of sentences, and words...They were faint and often drowned out by the many other voices. Voices of the dead? He had no answers. The Veil was just that, a Veil of Death and Mysteries.
"Dill dally shilly shally..."
"It's time to move on..."
Harry blinked in his intense staring, eyes focusing on the fluttering surface of the Veil. He could hear them again, the whispers. They were back...
A woman...
Young, with the voice of an Angel...
He could have sworn the scent of fresh flowers drifted by him, and he strained his senses, hearing and smell in an attempt to confirm. His Animagus' form enhancing them...
Flower's...
Lilies...
Just beyond his reach, he couldn't catch it completely, it was like an echo...
Another mystery to add to the Veil's ever lengthening list...
He almost jumped out of his skin when something gold flashed through the Veil, the curtain fluttering as if in a breeze, he frowned and stood, leaning slightly closer, his face inches from the touch of Death. He blinked, and it flashed again, gold, just out of the corner of his eye every time, just out of reach.
The scent of fresh rain drifted past his nose, with a hint of something else...
His eyes narrowed, this had never happened before. He'd always heard the voices, but never seen anything other than the ever fluttery gray Veil. He'd get the occasional smell, often times pleasant, sometimes unpleasant.
Sometimes Flowers...
Sometimes Blood...
Now, Fresh Rain...
This was definitely different. He withdrew his note pad from his robes, conjuring a quill he quickly scribbled down the new occurrence's. There were very few notes, all of his work, all two years of it fit on one depressing page. He scowled and shoved the note pad back into his robes, banishing the quill with a flick of his fingers. He could do that now, Wandless Magic. Nothing too grand, but he could do it...
No one cared for it though. To them, it was just another power they might have to contend with in the future, just another dark power. Oddly enough Voldemort's words drifted through Harry's head.
"There is no light or dark Harry, only power, and those too weak to seek it."
He didn't care either way, he had already accepted that he had gone Dark, but he knew he was not evil. He did not take joy in killing, he did not want to harm innocence... He just wanted to be normal for once, be loved, he was sick of being the hero too, even if those days were blessedly over, he was still sick of the memory. Why did he always have to be the hero? Why did he always have to protect everyone?
Why couldn't someone else be the hero for once, why couldn't someone protect him for a change?
He'd given up the hope for change a long time ago...
If they called him Evil, so be it, he wouldn't fight them...He'd go quietly and endure, fade away in hopes they'd see him as something other than a monster...
"So you're just going to give up and die, is that it?"
He snorted, he really must be insane if the Veil was lecturing him, seriously, and the tone said it all. He was nuts...
"Stop running away!"
He recoiled in surprise. Had the thing heard his thoughts? He shook himself, of course not, it was an artifact, a dark one at that. He rocked back on his heels, arms folded over his chest as he stared into the curtain once more. It was almost time for him to go home. He snorted, he had no home. Sure, he had Godric's Hollow, but it was where his parents had died, where this whole damn mess had started. Why couldn't he have died too? Why wouldn't fate let him go? Hadn't it hurt him enough? He wanted to die, and that was the truth.
"It scares you, doesn't it?
"No, it doesn't..." He thought to himself. Then it came to him. He wasn't afraid of death...He had nothing left to live for, what was he hanging around for when he could be with his parents, friends, and Sirius? He nearly smacked himself for not realizing it sooner. He had a way out of the pain, he wanted to see his parents, to meet them...
A sudden bang nearly had him falling backwards down the stairs behind him and a voice barked a laugh from behind. "Scare ya, did I Potter? Sorry, the damn door was jammed again, bloody thing won't work for anyone these days." Harry relaxed slightly at the familiar face of an acquaintance of his, one who wasn't out to get him. The guy was Muggle born, curious by nature but not one to fall to public belief. He had two sons, single parent, over all a nice guy, too nice for a world like this...
His only real friend actually...
He stared into the Veil...
"Harry? You alright up their? Don't tell me your gonna stay there all night again, come on mate, let's go get a drink eh?" Harry allowed a small, sad smile.
"You know Marcus, you're the only one whoever really cared enough to ask that...If I was alright..." The other Unspeakable blinked.
"Oh no, you're not on another one of your brooding spiels again are you? I didn't bring any Fire Whiskey with me..." Harry chuckled.
"No, I'm not brooding...But I have finally come to terms with what needs to be done." Marcus made his way into the chamber from the doorway a frown marring his young features.
"Ok..I 'spose that's good, what needs to be done?" He suddenly snorted. "I know, how about that mountain of paperwork on your desk?" Harry remained silent, staring into the Veil... Marcus stepped up onto the first step, worried. "Harry? Mate, answer me." Harry slowly turned, emerald eyes somehow lighter as he gifted his friend with a small, sad smile, and turned back to the Veil, stepping forward. Marcus's eyes widened in horror. "Harry!" He threw himself up the stairs, hand snapping out to grab the younger males robes. His fingers grasped air and Harry Potter slipped through the Veil. Gone from the world...
"You see...Everything will be, alright."
The second Harry stepped through the Veil he had expected to see his family, to see Sirius waiting for him with smiles on their faces, what he got however was anything but. Blackness...
Pure, untainted blackness...
A void...
An abyss...
Was this death? Or was he due for hell?
"Fear not, my child." Harry started, eyes scanning the darkness for the source of the voice.
"Whose there? Where am I?" Warmth caressed his face, ruffling his hair gently.
"Do you fear death, child?" Harry span around, but only blackness surrounded him. He reached out with his magic, but to his horror he could not connect with it, it was there, but it wasn't there.
"What have you done! Why can't I use my magic!"
"Hush, all is well...Do you fear death, my child?" Harry sighed, drifting in the darkness.
"No...I have nothing to lose, what is there to fear?"
"Your heart is weary, your mind clouded by guilt. I offer you the chance to heal. To shed your pain and start a new." Harry blinked, start a new?
"What do you mean?"
"I offer you the chance to heal...To love, and be loved, to protect, and be protected. I offer you the gift of a second chance." Harry's eyes were wide as he stared into the never ending blackness.
"A second chance?" He murmured to himself. Would he have to be the hero again? Would he have to fight because others demanded it?
"No child...You will have a choice...To fight, to heal, or to stand down and watch...No destiny awaits you, no prophecy binds you, only the chance at happiness and love, if your willing to take the good...with the bad." Harry was starting to like this idea, that is, if he wasn't just passed out on the floor in the DOM with Marcus trying to slap him awake from this dream...
"How bad is the bad?"
"An unforeseeable possibility...Your magic will either protect you...or condemn you." Harry frowned.
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"A tie...to great evil..."
"I'm still not getting it here."
"Your magic, a tie, a means to connect...only possibility, it could pass by."
Harry sighed. What did he have to lose, he had nothing left...not even the majority of his sanity for Merlin's sake, so what if his magic could possibly expose him to some 'great evil', he'd taken on Voldemort hadn't he? And won! And it was only a possibility anyway, it might not even happen at all...Besides, he had no life...He was just there, waiting...waiting for that final string to snap and drop him into a world of white walls and straight jackets...
"Oh what the hell, I have nothing left to lose anyway."
"But so much to gain. You choose to live again, knowing there will be days of sorrow, days of joy, and a chance at ruin?" Harry smiled.
"Yes, I choose, besides, what the worse that could happen?" He paled, why did he just say that?
"Then close your eyes...you will go to the place your souls desire resides, where you can find happiness, or nothing at all." Harry blinked. Souls desire? That almost sounded like a round about way of saying soul mate, he had a soul mate? He snorted.
"Stop deluding yourself Harry."
"Your other half awaits..." Harry nodded and closed his eyes, but then the voice returned, dimmer. "A warning...beware the Calamity from the stars...She will bring only ruin." He frowned.
"What's the Calamity?"
"...Beware...Jenova..."
He knew no more...
Something wet was touching his face...
Repeatedly...
"Woof."
Harry started at the sound and snapped glowing emerald greens eyes open, he was met with violet. He blinked...
Violet blinked...
"Woof!" Harry stared as his vision cleared, once again internally grateful for his Animagus form correcting his vision, and enhancing it. He was staring at a dog...
A big dog...
The wet feeling returned as the dog slopped it's tongue across his face. He groaned and batted the canine away, sitting up on protesting arms. He blinked at the animal...
Ok, not a dog...
A gray wolf...
With violet eyes...
He grimaced and rubbed his face.
"Ew, gross." he muttered as he sat up further and used the sleeve of his robe to whip the slobber off his face.
"Woof!" Harry jumped at the sudden bark.
"Woof to you too." he muttered as he raised his gaze to survey the area. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he took in the site of a forest, a white forest...
Glowing white trees...
Crystal clear lake...
A giant sea shell?
"Ok..." he murmured slowly as he pulled himself to his feet from his place just edges away from the pure water. He looked around himself, then back to the wolf sitting in front of him. As his gaze landed on it the canines tail started waging and his long tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth happily.
"Woof!" Harry stared.
The wolf stared...
Harry blinked...
The wolf blinked...
"What the hell?" he muttered incredulously. He blinked when the wolf seemed to give him a doggy grin. "Ok, snap out of it Harry." he snapped as he slapped himself once. "You must be dead, if not, then you got so bloody drunk you passed out and are having one crazy ass dream. That or Marcus tested one of his weird hallucination inducing powders on me...again." The wolf tilted his head...
"Woof."
"Merlin's sake, mutt, shoo, don't you have somewhere better to be? Your creeping me out here." His only response was another happy 'woof'. He glared. "Bloody mutt." he grumbled as he straightened himself and started to pat himself down. He grasped his pocket. "Trunk, check." He grasped chest. "Mum's locket, check." He grasped his forearm. "Wand, che- what the!" Harry yanked his sleeve back and stared at his wand holster, eyes taking in the wandless holster. "Where did it go?" he muttered frantically as he span, checking every pocket in panic, he dropped to his knees and searched the stone ground, hands shaking and eyes frantic.
"Woof." Harry growled and span, baring his longer and sharper then normal canines.
"I'll 'woof' you in a minute wolf! I'll cut that..." He trailed off at the sight of a familiar stick of holly in the wolfs mouth. He blinked. "How the hell did you get that? Come on boy, hand it over, please?" he murmured softly as he slowly crawled towards the wolf, fingers outstretched as he made to grab his wand. He fell forward when the wolf suddenly jumped back and barked playfully. Harry snapped into a standing position. "By Merlin mutt if you don't hand me my wand you'll be cat food!" His answer? The wolf suddenly danced back again, turned, and made a break for the forest. Harry's eyes widened as he tore off after the animal. "Hey! Get back here wolf! I'll kick you furry ass!" He tore into the tree line, jumping over roots and and dodging rocks and shrubs, eyes glued to the bobbing form of the fleeing canine with his wand still held firmly in it's mouth. He was dropping behind! Harry growled. "That's it, your cat food!" With that he threw his upper body towards the ground, but instead of colliding with the hard earth, his form shifted smoothly mid pounce and a large, sleek white Nundu sprinted after the wolf with ease, black spots blurring as slitted green eyes zeroed in on the wolfs tail. He let loose a roar as he jumped over a fallen tree, the sound seemingly startling the wolf, who turned its head to glance back. He took satisfaction in the way the animals eyes widened comically, nearly bugging out of the poor mutts face as he yelped in surprise.
Powerful muscles and light paws propelled Harry after the shocked wolf, until he finally had the chance to pounce, landing on the grey wolf with ease, throwing them both to the ground. He took care to not dig his claws in though, not really wanting to hurt the innocent (If annoying) animal as he easily towered over the poor canine, long fangs protruding past his chin in a deadly image of a saber-tooth. White-less emerald eyes glaring down at the staring, wide eyed wolf, who suddenly spat his wand out at his paws and stared at him innocently. Harry's chest rumbled in a growl, and the wolf actually flattened himself to the ground, ears back but eyes wide and almost smiling. Harry shook his large head and with a light pop was human again. The wolfs eyes nearly bugged out again.
"What's the matter wolf, never seen an Animagus before?" He muttered as he picked up his wand, grimacing as wolf saliva slid off the tip. He whipped it off on his robes and tucked it back into his holster. He looked around and slumped his shoulders. "Great, now I'm lost in the middle of a damn forest, nice going mutt."
"Woof." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Woof indeed." He looked around again, then glanced at the wolf, who was also looking around without interest. He sighed. "Alright wolf, you think you can lead me out of this forest?" He felt oddly silly for talking to a wolf, but fondly thought of Moony as he did so. Oddly enough the wolf, who he decided to name Steel for his fur, (He almost thought of 'Steal', but shook his head) wuffed and lolled his tongue out again as if to say, 'sure!' Harry blinked, but shook his head. "Alright Steel, lead the way." Steel tilted his head at the name, but woofed and took off into the forest again. Harry sighed and jumped after him, transforming into his Nundu form as he went, sprinting after the overly excited mutt.
An hour of running later and he picked up on the scent of humans, sweaty humans...but still humans. He bounded over rocks and oddly enough, old machinery until he trotted to a stop besides Steel, who was sat with his tongue out again, staring straight ahead. Harry looked and puffed in release. Humans! He took in what seemed to be a small mining camp with an odd look in his eye.
"Ok, where the hell did that voice drop me? Crazy wolves, white trees, weird machines, it's almost as if..." He paused, eyes widening, then suddenly he groaned, the sound coming out as a low drawn our growl as he dropped onto his belly, head on his paws. "I'm in a completely different world..." he thought. He glanced at Steel, who had dropped onto his own belly next to him, his damn tongue still lolling out. "What do you get to be so happy about mut?" He rumbled a feline sigh and yawned, mouth open and big enough to fit Steel's own rather large head in with room to spare, long fangs glinting in the fading sunlight. With a crack of his jaw he closed his mouth, puffing in humor as Steel stared with wide violet eyes. He frowned suddenly, his furry face crinkling ever so slightly in a cat frown. Violet was an odd color for eyes... "He can't be a normal wolf...unless it's just another quirk of being in a different world, well why not? The trees are white and lit up like light bulbs." He snorted, tail flicking behind him in annoyance. His round ears twitched when he caught the sound of approaching footsteps and twitched his tail when Steel suddenly stood up. Harry blinked, and Steel was gone... Harry jumped up, yowling in surprise as he looked around for the missing wolf.
Nothing, nothing but faint wisps of green energy in his place...
Harry blinked and sighed as the footsteps drew nearer. "Well, there goes my guide." He thought as he caught the sight of an approaching human, who took one look at him, his fangs, then his size...Then screamed and ran back the way he'd come, shouting something about a Monster. He hissed a snicker and stood, muscles rippling as he jumped down from the rock he and Steel had been perched on. With a pop he was a wizard again, and just in time as several armed men burst around the tree line. He blinked, they blinked. One stepped forward.
"Ah, where did the Monster go?" Harry blinked. So did the man. "Didn't you see it? It was some sort of huge feline Monster! White fur, black spots and massive teeth?" Harry shook his slowly, as if the man were stupid.
"No..." The men behind the guy who had seen him groaned and complained.
"Not again Steve, your always seeing monsters, come on guys." Harry watched in amusement as the men dragged a sputtering 'Steve' with them.
"Well, that was interesting." He thought as he dusted off his robes. He frowned down at his Unspeakable robe, and remembered what the men here had been wearing. It seemed modern enough...So, with a flick of his wand he banished his robes, revealing the clothes he'd taking to wearing underneath. His legs were covered in tight black leather pants that disappeared into black leather boots that stopped just below his knees, metal clasps and chains adorning their front. His chest was covered by a plain black T-shirt while his mothers locket hang down his front, the silver chain glinting in the fading sunlight as the oval shaped locket reflected the light softly. He smiled down at the locket, fingers grasping it and popping it open. He sighed and smiled sadly at the moving picture of his mother and father dancing together in Hogwarts courtyard, shrunk to fit into the small piece of charmed silver. It was charmed to never lose it's shine, the chain made unbreakable and only wearable by a Potter. With a sigh he tucked it into his shirt, the cold metal soothing on his flesh as he made his way into the small camp. He was mostly ignored by busy miners and was grateful for the lack of attention. Soon enough though he grew bored of walking around and spotted a small information kiosk/store. He stepped up to the window and knocked on the frame, soon enough an elderly man appeared and smiled.
"Hello young man, welcome to Bone Village, what may I do for you today?" Harry gave a small smile.
"I was wondering if you had any maps available, you see I'm new to the area and can't seem to find my way anywhere." The old man, Hutsu by his name tag smiled.
"Ah yes! I'm sure I've got a brochure her somewhere." With that he ducked down and rummaged through something at his feet. He popped back up a moment later with a small dirt brown brochure. "Here we are, this has a map of Bone Village, and at the back a Map of Gaia, though I must worn you it's an old one, not to sure if its up to date and all that." Harry took it from the man and smiled his thanks. "Now, need anything else lad?" Harry shrugged.
"I haven't got any money on me at the moment I'm afraid." Hutsu shook his head.
"We don't take just Gil here lad, we trade! If you've got any material's on you that'll fetch a price, you can pay with that." Harry blinked and reached into his pocket, pulling out three gold Galleons.
"I've got these, real gold." Hutsu held out his hand and Harry placed them in his hand. The old mam bit into them, giving them a critical once over.
"Huh, indeed it is real gold, quite the find lad, and as coins to! Alright, anything you need?" Harry frowned and thought. What would he need? He had just about everything he might need in his trunk... "I got an order in just last night, got several new High Potion's, a few Ether's, I think I've even got an Elixer in the their somewhere." Harry blinked at the unfamiliar potions. He was already stocked up on potions... "Let's see what else. Ah yes, a few swords and a handful of firearms in the back. The Monster's have been restless lately you see, and people here are getting annoyed. I'm not worried, more business for me!" Harry blinked. Monsters?
"What kind of Monsters?" Hutsu tilted his head in thought.
"Oh, a Boundfat last week, the beast froze our water supply and killed two people." Harry blanched. Before the final battle Moody had made damn sure he could fight with something other then magic. He had made him train with muggle guns, a few types of swords and had even made him go through martial arts classes over his summer with the Dursley's. They didn't care, as long as they didn't have to pay for it, it got him out of the house and away from them didn't it? He was a master of the Odachi, which he was quite proud of himself for, Moody had even given him one for his Sixteenth Birthday saying, 'Keep it with you Potter, you'll need it one day, constant vigilance!' Harry had actually hugged Moody, who had shifted awkwardly and patted his back. His black Odachi aptly named 'Yami' (Hey, Moody named it, not him!) was currently shrunk and attached to a bracelet he wore on his right wrist, the blade made into a charm, ready to enlarge and use at his command, several other weapons were attached to the bracelet, a normal but well crafted broadsword, a rather heavy, (but still usable with the strength boost from his magic and Nundu form) Buster sword, (He was still trying to figure out just why he'd bought the damn thing.) And oddly enough a black Lance tipped with a silver blade, gifted to him by the Goblins of Gringotts. He also had a modified motorcycles attached to it, a gift from Sirius when he was still alive. He had no idea what model it was, only that it was black with emerald green streaks, and fast. It couldn't fly unfortunately, Sirius had said something about having too many charms in place could disrupt it and knock him out of the sky. It had an unbreakable charm on it, and a charm to prevent any paint from coming off, so if he crashed it, it'd be fine! He on the other hand, might be a little woozy, even if the helmet was charmed to deploy an automatic cushioning charm should he crash. The helmet was in his trunk. He nearly slapped himself, why was his trunk in his pocket when it was supposed to be attached to his bracelet?
He blinked and smiled at Hutsu. "Thanks for the map, but I guess I don't really need anything, unless you know of somewhere I can go to find a job or something?" If he was going to be in this world, he'd need money, or 'Gil' what ever that was. Hutsu tapping his chin.
"Well, if it's a job your after, Midgar has a wide range, there's usually lots of work there." Harry opened the brochure and searched for Midgar and blinked. He'd have to cross an ocean to get to it... "And if you want to go there, there's a boat that takes passengers every three days, in fact, the next boat leaves today, in a few hours actually...I sell tickets if your interested." Harry read through the brochure.
City of Midgar, known for it's utilizing of Mako energy and the founding company of ShinRa...
He read it over quickly, but he had already made up his mind to go there. He didn't know why, but he just knew that was where he had to go. Something was there, calling to him... He looked up to Hutsu.
"Sure, how much do you want for a ticket?" Hatsu handed him back two of the gold coins along with a small square of paper.
"That'll do lad, now to get to the docks just follow that road for a mile, the boat doesn't leave for another two hours, should be plenty of time for you to get there. Be careful on the road though, monsters tend to haunt the sides." Harry nodded.
"Thank you very much Mr. Hatsu, you have a good day." Hatsu smiled and waved as he left.
"Be careful lad!"
Harry waved over his shoulder.
Half an hour later found Harry, in Nundu form sprinting along the side of the dirt road. He'd gotten fed up with walking, and didn't want to get his bike out. He'd re-attached his trunk to the chain of his bracelet after he left Hutsu and had left the small village. His powerful legs propelled him through the underbrush as he effortlessly sprinted, pouncing over rocks, logs and shrubs as he went. He'd had to jump over or dodge the occasional monster, (Strange looking things) as he went, but otherwise nothing had moved to attack him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he was a lot bigger then any of them? He was easily the size of a regular van and his sharp claws and fangs were enough to ward off everything else. Another half hour of running and the scent of sea water finally hit his sensitive nose and with a satisfied purr popped back into his human form mid bound. He stumbled to a stop on the road, about twenty feet from a large dock with a large blue ferry waiting. He shook his head at how few people there were but approached the vessel. He handed the guard by the boarding blank his ticket and moved onto the deck, finding a seat near the back of the ferry he waited for the next hour as people slowly milled in, not even half the seats were taken up by the time they set off to a port a few miles from Midgar.
When Harry got off the ferry at the port the first thing he did was run into the nearest rest room to empty his stomach, much to the amusement of the other passengers. After heaving his stomach empty Harry wobbled out of the restroom, face tinted an interesting green as he stumbled over to a table and dropped heavily into it. He hated travelling by boat, he always got sea sick! And it didn't help that his Animagus form hated large bodies of water, so he'd been miserable the whole trip, earning snickers and sympathetic looks from his fellow passengers. By the time his stomach stopped rolling Harry stood and surveyed the port. It was like any normal port, a few sea-side restaurants here and there and even a bar, and by Merlin was he tempted! But he had no Gil, so he had to go without. For the moment however he awaited the last of his sea sickness to vanish before wondering away from the port, following the road until he came upon what could only be vast barren land. He snorted, just his luck. With a glance around himself he flicked his wrist and his motorbike glowered before popping off the chain and growing into its normal size. He simply summoned his helmet out of his trunk, not really in the mood to unshrink it and dig around in, it was bottomless and feather light, but he could never find anything the manual way. With a roll of his eyes he shoved his black helmet onto his head, also summoning a black leather riding jacket to ward off the glaring sun. He slipped the jacket on and zipped it to his neck. He checked his wand and climbed onto his beloved bike, using his magic as a key to start the ignition. Another useful tid bit, it was thief proof! No one but him could start it, so bonus! With a cackle that didn't quite sound sane Harry revved the engine, then tore off down the road towards the slowly clearing blob on the horizon.
He ran into a few interesting monsters on the way, all easily taken care of by a well aimed blasting or slashing curse, he didn't even need to get off his bike! By the time he could make out the odd shape of the city of Midgar it was near dusk. While it was a long ride his bike did not need fuel, as it fed off his magic, so yet another good thing about it! His godfather was a genius! If a slightly crooked one, but a genius none the less!
Finally, after hours of none stop riding Harry and his bike rumbled to a stop at a large open gate. He blinked at two men standing guard on either side with guns meant for monsters. He rolled forward on his bike until he was next to one, who nodded a greeting. Harry kept his helmet on and the dark green visor down. He could see them, but they couldn't see him.
"Hi there." He said easily. "Just got in from Bone Village, looking for some work, any tips?" The guard beside him shouldered his gun.
"There's a few jobs around, but most of them you'd need a degree in. If your desperate you can try the Slums, it's cheap work but you get payed, other then that, there's nothing much going on at the moment, the city is still recovering from a recent attack." Harry frowned.
"An attack? By what, monsters?" The guard shrugged.
"Three men hell bent on doing as much damage as possible, had a lot of fire power for sure. They were dealt with though." Harry nodded.
"Police force?"
"Nah, a local group of fighters, good people, if odd." Harry raised a brow.
"Right then, thanks." With that he gunned his bike and entered the large metal city, the stench of pollution and something else in the air burning his nose and making his eyes water. He'd get used to it soon enough though.
A/N Ok! Done! Now, this wasn't supposed to make an appearance until after it was completed, but I got bored! So I simply HAD to post it, just for feedback if anything. I want to know if it's likable! Review please, as I will continue to post chapters if you do! Minor flames are welcome, but if your craving BBQ, please just leave.
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