The Memories Remain

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or Harry Potter; I only own bits and pieces of the plot.

Italic-Flashback or emphasis on a word, Spirits talking in the real world.

Bold Italic- Dreams

Bold- People talking back to spirits in his head. If I haven't fixed this on other chapters please excuse it.

This is Slash. If you have a problem with it, do not read it, simple.

Warning: If you haven't noticed Vincent is and will be slightly OOC but it's Vincent, he is so damn hard to get right.

"I take my hat off to you-or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you with spiders" -Albus Dumbledore

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6 months later.

Bright lights covered the streets of Midgar. They flickered every colour a child could think of. The streets were crowded, people shopping, laughing, couples holding hands, children playing. It was the happiest the city had been in a long, long time. Every restaurant, every bar, vendors and stalls, were all open for business and where quickly becoming packed. It was like every person in the city had come out for the event.

Harry Potter, former saviour of the Wizarding community on Earth and almost possible destroyer of Gaia, stood looking out at the sea of people crowding the streets from the biggest bullet-proof tinted-glass wall he'd ever seen, in a private restaurant owned by Rufus ShinRa. Looking down on the parade, currently marching through the streets, Harry smiled. The good vibes the city exuded was affecting everyone. Rufus was being particularly generous with his money. He and Harry had struck up a very unexpected friendship after Harry's restoration to the world of the living, mainly due to a shared sense of humour.

And with Harry's return, Vincent and he had recommenced their prank war and thus that evening and for the past week, Vincent had been sporting flowers and swirls drawn on his face, mainly around his temples and forehead, in silver texta which flashed in the light. However, he had gotten Harry back.

A chorus of, "Cloud" accompanied the sound of a door opening nearby, which interrupted Harry's undisturbed, and now that he thought about it, slightly creepy gaze upon the citizens of Midgar.

"Can I get you another drink?" A familiar voice asked, as muscled arms slid around his waist.

Harry smiled again, unclosing his fist from the bottle; it stayed attached to his hand.

"I would love to have another drink but I'm afraid Vincent has made that impossible."

"Superglue?" Cloud asked, tugging at the bottle.

"Actually, no. It's just very very very extremely gluey glue." Harry said, deadpanned.

"Really?" Cloud played along with his boyfriend's jibe.

"Idiot."

Harry turned away from the beautiful view of the people, the lights and the night sky, to see yet another rather beautiful view, in Harry's personal opinion. Cloud smiled down at his cute, not-evil boyfriend.

They leaned in slowly, not wanting to spoil the moment with haste. Still smiling they brushed lips, pulling away slightly before diving back in. The kiss deepened, mouths opened and tongues came into to play. Hands slid into hair and down their backs. Cloud groped Harry's arse.

Harry pulled away but just barely.

"Really, in public?" he breathed onto Cloud's lips.

"Just letting the waiting staff know who you belong to. Besides it's not public, it's a private restaurant."

"Look whose being smart."

Lips came together again.

A chorus of wolf whistles, of cheers and whoops started up, as the rest of the party caught sight of the couple.

"Someone's having a good time!"

"Don't start eating till the food arrives!"

"Oi, Squirt! Blondie's reached the no-go zone, ya' gonna let 'im get away with it!" Reno called out.

Cloud turned to the group behind them.

"Shut up, all of you. We're busy!"

"We can see that," Tifa said, comfortably seated with Rude.

Everyone laughed and went back to celebrating.

As the night wore on, the celebrating never paused, it just got rowdier as more drinks were had.

When the main meal arrived, the aroma wafting out from the kitchens making mouths water, Rufus called a halt to the chatter.

He held up a glass and said, "Friends, it's been a long wait for all of us to get to the point were I can call you so, we have a wonderful night of celebrating ahead. We're celebrating many things this evening. New relationships," he paused and looked at Rude and Tifa. The cheering started up again before he waved his hands and everyone calmed down.

"Seasoned relationships," he looked at Cloud and Harry. Harry blushed, while Cloud smirked.

"And the ongoing peace in Gaia from this day forward, or at that very least, to the hopefully long reign of peace between disasters. Eat and drink up, and get home safe."

Everyone raised their glasses and cheered. Harry raised his empty bottle as it was still stuck to his hand and Cloud took the opportunity to pour the solution he'd had the wait staff obtain over his hand and the bottle. With a bit of wiggling the bottle came off and Cloud replaced it with another full bottle.

Cloud picked up his own bottle and clinked it together with Harry's.

"To peace," he said.

Harry smiled. "To love."

Cloud returned his smile. "I like the sound of that," he said, leaning in.

"Say it again," Cloud breathed.

"I love you, Cloud."

Lips locked.

"Give it a rest you two."

That comment went ignored.

In fact, Cloud deepened the kiss partially just to piss everyone off, but mostly because he really loved Harry.

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The End.

I'm so happy for them, but so sad.

Adios, till my next story.

Tawny.