Hermione growled as she pulled the young wizard after her, annoyed at the teasing grin on his face. "You!" she exclaimed, barely managing to keep her voice down as she forced him into the sitting room with her. "How are you here?"

"You mean you don't know? Well Hermione, once upon a time, my parents loved each other very much-"

Hermione blinked. It was Harry's humor in the General's bland tone. Talk about a mind-fuck. "You moron! I mean, how long have you known?"

The young man shrugged at this. "Since most of Fifth Year. I started having dreams. I mean, I always had the dreams of green light and that high-pitched cackle, but these were more."

Hermione smiled at the confused look on Harry's face, the young man rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "Oh Harry, why didn't you tell me? Or the Headmaster?" she asked, hand on his arm.

The teen shrugged again. "Dumbledore was avoiding me. And part of me thought it was just Voldemort trying to drive me insane." He sighed as he looked down at his hands, absently touching the magic on his arms. "I thought I was going insane anyways." He smiled up at the muggle-born witch. "Kinda glad I'm not, if you are having the same dreams."

"They're not dreams Harry, they're memories."

"Pretty sure I've never fought with anyone on top of a cannon before."

The witch flinched at this, hand drifting up to cup her shoulder. That memory was still vivid, as she had seen it just the night before. "Harry, during times of great danger, sometimes the soul will dig deep for strength found in more than one lifetime. Wizards just see it more often because our magic gives us help with this. Many wizard legends mention this."

"I didn't know the Wizarding World had more legends than that of Merlin," Harry joked. True though, Merlin was the one that they heard about almost a hundred percent of the time.

"Of course they do. The three Brothers, the Gem of Four Souls, the winged dresses of the angels, the No-Life King, the Journey to the West, the Chinese Gods of Nature, and their hatred for Humanity." Her voice lowered. "The Calamity from the Skies is not well known anymore, but neither is it completely lost to the ages."

The young man shook his head, fingers slowly caressing the bangles on his wrists. "It just, seems so strange that I'm not the only one for once. And you," his eyes were twinkling with humor, but his voice had a distinctively steely tone, "you are to get me a copy of the Calamity legend. I wish to see how much as changed in the story since Meteorfall."

"Yes, my General," she chirped, a sarcastically sincere look in her eyes, only for it to dissolve as those sharp eyes picked out the glint of the metal and crystal on his wrists. "What's this?" she asked, grabbing his arm to get a closer look.

"Oh yeah, I was hoping you'd know. I found the orbs in the Ministry, made the armlet over the summer break." A slow smirk. "Found out the Ministry can't track this magic."

"General, I can't believe you don't remember about Materia! The Lifeblood of the Planet, and wisdom of the Cetra!" Hermione exclaimed lowly.

"I don't even remember why you're calling me General! What was I?"

Hermione blinked, hand still wrapped around the bangle on his left wrist. "We were SOLDIERS. I was your Commander, you were the General of the army from the Calamity legend. I remembered my name almost from the beginning. You cannot tell me you do not know yours?"

Harry shook his head slowly, silver-shot bangs brushing over his eyes. "I haven't even gotten a good look at my face. Just green eyes and silver hair."

Hermione blushed. She had loved the striking looks of the general from her memories, and it seems that the old her had been jealous of the attention the man had gained from the women of the old city. She drew herself up proudly resisting the urge to go into a parade rest. "I am Hermione Granger, sixth year witch of Hogwarts, and I am Genesis Rhapsodos, Commander of the Shin-ra Army and second-in-command to General Sephiroth. And YOU," she yanked his arm up, "are changing the subject. You found these in the Ministry?"

"These four yeah. I found a fifth in the forest near the Dursley's. Surprise no one found it before, it was in a small depression and surrounded by green crystals."

"…Keep an eye on the spot, you may have found a natural Mako Spring. They're rare these days, but have become a bit more common since Meteorfall." She shook her head with a fond look on her face. "Only you Harry, an your bi-polar luck. But the Ministry has more?"

Harry nodded. "A whole box full. And weapons."

A smirk, her eyes holding a familiar gleam in them. "We need to get in there again."

And that was how they found themselves sneaking through the Department of Mysteries. Again. They had asked Mr. Weasley if they could join him in order to look something up in the archives, and the pleasant man had agreed to help them out. The story was that they were looking an old trial, letting him think it was about Sirius. So when they had separated from the man, they had ducked under Harry's cloak as they rode the elevator down into the bowels of the Ministry. Never before had the pair been more glad for the incompetence of the Ministry, for the Department was as empty as it was the night of the attack. After all, who would be stupid enough to try and sneak into the Department of Mysteries in broad daylight?

Harry humpthed under his breath. "Lazy. Why are there no guards?"

"Do we truly care?"

"What if someone tried to get in to more important areas? I am tempted to take over and fix this."

Sigh. "Harry, do it legal, or not at all. Besides, they won't listen to us, we're just kids to them."

"So, as long as I get voted in, you'll support me?"

Hermione shook her head, running fingers through red-shot hair as she threw the cloak off. "I'm glad that that's what you picked up from that little conversation. Yes, as long as there's no assassinations on your way to the top. Now where is the Materia?"

The young man chuckled. "Greedy little Red Mage," he chuckled, and it was all Sephiroth in his tone. "They were over here," he offered, leading her into the locker from before. Hermione's eyes lit up at the sight of all the glowing orbs, hands plunging into the magic. Harry joined her after a second. The weapons on the wall were still of interest to the young man, but to his dismay, the silver one, the beautiful one from his memories was gone. He frowned, wondering of someone was testing it, before turning to the Materia box.

Pulling one out, Hermione frowned as she listened to its song, her eyes distant as she dove through the memories that had already awoken. "I've never seen this type before. Any clue Harry?" she asked, passing the Materia back to her friend.

Harry frowned as he listened. It was almost like Phoenix song, but with an after-note of poison breaking away, and darkness lifting. "A new type of Heal maybe?" he offered after a minute, prying the Fire out of his right bangle. Carefully, he pushed the strange green orb into the slot before aiming his arm out of the locker in the direction of the Veil.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm testing it. If it's offensive then at least it won't hit anything this way," he explained shortly before activating the spell. Green wisps of light shot out from his hand, wrapping around the Veil before fading away, a song of light and life ringing in his ears. He sighed when nothing else happened. "Worthless," he sneered, turning away to help Hermione again.

"Ah, I'm crushed General! You've called me a lot of things, but never worthless!"

The kids froze. Harry's breath caught in his throat, tears forming in his eyes. It couldn't be…

The familiar face sauntering down to them was grinning widely, black spikes bobbing, a few pieces brushing against a pair of scars on his jaw. Bright blue eyes were laughing at the younger pair, strong arms crossed in front a shredded familiar robe. "Anyone miss me?"

"Zack?"