Author's Notes: This story is technically a crossover with a fifty episode Japanese animation called Gundam Seed. It is only one character from Gundam Seed though, and as several reviewers have indicated, can be easily followed without knowledge of that series. The story will be set in the Harry Potter universe after the introduction, so I encourage people to be patient and give the plot time to develop.

The introduction of this chapter has been updated March 10, 2013 to try to clear up an issue with a previous update. The main thing to remember is that the back story is also AU, otherwise certain events would not have occured that are part of this story. In particular Harry meets Luna and Neville much earlier, and doesn't really interact with Ron at all.

I do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Seed. This is a non-profit work of fanfiction meant only for entertainment.

by Lerris Smith

-«Chapter One»-

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

This was the prophecy given by Sybil Trelawney to Albus Dumbledore a few months before one Harry Potter was born. It is worth noting that no where in the prophecy does it say that our young hero will actually win. The story begins by looking in on a future where he did not. That is not to say that Voldemort won. He did, but as such things go, his victory did not last. It is also not to say that Harry Potter's story has ended, for it has not, but that is a matter for the future.

One might wonder how such an outcome could occur. How could the young teenage hero possibly fail to win against the most powerful Dark Lord in the last fifty years in a society that was blatantly prejudiced with many of the same prejudices the Dark Lord espoused when he was taught just enough to maybe go toe to toe with the Dark Lord's canon fodder?

Put that way it is a wonder that Harry Potter succeeded in defeating the Dark Lord in any universe. Even in the strange one where he did win, it could be argued that little actually changed, for the same forces that shaped Tom Riddle remained, and the magical world continued with its absolute conviction that they were the pinnacle of existence.

In this universe, the key difference was the absence of one Hermione Granger. Her mother and father, almost two years before she was born decided to move to America into a property her mother's father left behind in his will. In short, Hermione attended the Salem school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, graduated top of her class, and never knew Harry potter, beyond that of a character in children's books.


"A mortal woman shall fly through the fires of time to challenge fate. Alone, with unseen wounds, she will come into the world. She will seek to become one with the child of destiny to heal him of darkness, even as her own wounds remain. Their bonding will sustain her for a time, yet cannot overcome fate's justice. Should the destined pair fall, all will fall, and silence will envelop the world."

Cold winds blew outside of her families chateau. The new morning sun seemed incapable of bringing the warmth the land so desperately needed. It was the winter break of the year of the Tri-Wizard tournament. Fleur Delacour looked out her window as she thought on all that had come to pass. The fulfillment of Veela prophecy had begun, yet it brought her no joy. They had dearly hoped that this particular prophecy would never become active, and now it was very likely it would cost her at least her mother's life and probably much more. According to Father, the head of the French department of mysteries very much feared that time itself would crack and unravel from the strain before the end came, yet what choice did they have but to continue to fight?

Two of the heroes of this story were likely still asleep in her families guest room. She wanted to be angry at them for being part of what would one day soon probably kill her mother, yet they were innocent. She wanted to be angry at herself for suggesting the path that now endangered her mother, but she could not. It was necessary, although had she known then what she knew now, she would have at least prevented her sister from being part of it. Still, if all went well, Gabrielle at least should be safe.

The young woman in her guest room did not know the true cost of changing fate; of changing the world so completely that reality itself would seek to erase her, her changes, and perhaps the world itself from existence. There was no point in telling her either. The theories from their department of mysteries were unproven and in the end didn't matter anyway. If time twisted back to its old track the magical world would end within ten years and the rest would end within a century. Some muggles might make that choice, but no one with magic in their blood could even consider it.

Yes, the young woman in her guest room had far too much weight on her shoulders now. She would not tell her that her attempt to make things right may ultimately doom them even sooner. She had already survived the fires of time, coming back nearly a century to change the world's fate, to break what she called the never ending chain. She needed no additional weight on her shoulders.

Fleur could do nothing less than support her however she could. The Veela had been granted the honor of being the keepers of this prophecy. That meant they had been granted the chance to make a difference. They would do so. They had, in fact, already probably done so the night before. She just hoped that it would be enough, but very much feared it would not be. She wondered if any sacrifice would be enough.

On a happier note, the secondary goal from the night before brought a small smile to her face as a burst of sunshine crept through the trees. This, however, was not the beginning of the story. The story began almost a century from now. It began when the young woman in her guest room faced the end of all she knew and set herself on a path to change it, knowing that the attempt at time travel would probably kill her in the end, but not knowing that the result of changing fate itself was the greater danger.


Sir Edmund Burke once said that, "Those who do not know history's mistakes are doomed to repeat them." Eighty five years later it seemed that the often quoted proverb was truer than ever, for the bulk of humanity seemed to have learned the wrong lesson and now there was little more left than dust. It was September 27th. It was year 71 of the cosmic era. The battle that was centered at the space fortress Jachin Due was over. The long fight between the Naturals and the Coordinators was over. There were no victors.

Lacus sobbed quietly in her cabin on the streamlined pink spaceship known as the Eternal. She was a second generation Coordinator and daughter to Siegel Clyne. Her father's genome had been genetically resequenced at conception so that he would have greater potential in virtually all endeavors, including faster learning, a stronger and faster body, and virtual immunity to diseases. Her's had actually been changed little from her parents base DNA, save her mother wanted to give her a gift in the arts, and of all things, pink hair.

She was the princess of the PLANTS, which were space colonies at Lagrange five shaped like hour glasses. They were each thirty kilometers long and rotated about their central point to yield simulated artificial gravity. Massive external mirrors provided sunlight to the living spaces. They were also where almost all Coordinators immigrated after the hatred and fear of them grew intolerable upon the Earth. Now they were lifeless and in ruin, destroyed by the dozens of Nuclear missiles that got through, despite their very best efforts.

In Lacus's cabin, even the floating and bobbing pink Haro could not catch her attention. Every now and then she would look up and stare out her window at the blackness of space, yet she could not find it in her to appreciate the beauty that she usually did. Kira, the man she had hoped to marry one day, was dead. They were all dead, save Hilda, Mars, and Herbert who were all that was left of the crew of the Eternal. They had repaired the ship. Heck they or rather the maintenance robots under their direction had even repaired the Genesis space station enough that it could be livable, although that had taken several trips to the now desolate Earth to gather parts and compressed air as well as to bury the dead.

It seemed strange to repair the very super weapon that destroyed all life on the planet, although to be fair, it was mostly just their attempt to save what they could. It was the largest mostly intact space base they had left and with the Earth barren of life, it was also the largest livable area they had left that could be maintained with what they had.

Hilda had a plan at least. She had taken DNA samples from the corpses there, and others from warships including the Archangel. It wasn't much, but maybe with the science facilities there they could eventually find some way to bring life back to the Earth. Chances were small when their best geneticists had failed to even find a solution to their own problems in even conceiving children under ideal conditions. It seemed that while Coordinators had so much greater potential than normal humans they also had so much more trouble passing on that potential. It was what made the war they had so completely pointless. If the Earth had just stuck with banning genetic manipulation of humans, they could have almost just waited for the Coordinators to die out.

Of course, it was never that simple. The knowledge to create coordinator children was out there and even the flaws in that knowledge that caused it to be difficult for them to have children themselves was bound to be corrected sooner or later. Lacus very much doubted that Blue Cosmos could keep that particular bottle sealed for long, even had the Earth Alliance won. For that matter they had used that knowledge to create what they called human central processing units, which were little more that coordinator children they had addicted to a drug to speed up reaction time to force them to fight their war for them. The more Lacus thought about it the more problems she saw, making her wonder if what happened now was inevitable. It was so easy to inspire hatred and fear in the human psyche, and then once that occurred rational thought seldom prevailed. Was it so impossible for humans to live in peace? Was Hermann Goering right when he proclaimed:

"Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger."

It certainly seemed that way at times. The cycle of hatred had repeated itself so many times throughout history. Still, they had a chance to start over, even if it was a very poor one. Hilda even had some normal human DNA samples, which might help a great deal in the long run, but there were so few, and even then most of them were radiation damaged. Albert Einstein once said, "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." She could wish things had only turned out so well.

They had hoped to find survivors on Earth, or failing that undamaged genetic samples, but the Genesis gamma ray weapon worked beyond expectations, and they had done their job too poorly and had stopped it far too late. By then four shots had been fired at four disparate locations on the Earth. There was just nothing left save some deep underground structures, and even then there was no life in them. Had it been even two years previous, there might have been some truly deep and secure military bases that might have withstood the storm, but the war had seen to them as well.

It was truly such a waste. Still, Hilda had a plan and right now it was the only plan they had. They would do their best, and even try to use the artificial womb technology that was left on the remains of Mendel colony. It had given birth to Kira Yamato after all, so despite their distaste for the technology, they could hardly argue with the results.

Lacus, not for the first time, wished she had simply sided with one side or another, then perhaps there would be people left to save, but you can't undo the past. If you could, then perhaps they could have prevented the first genocide. Of course, if they did that, then there may have been no coordinators at all.

Suddenly, it was like a bright flash hit her when she remembered a small research project that was funded by her father's government before everything began. It was a minor report in the grand scheme of things and she was usually more interested in the unedited history that her father's access allowed her.

In the files, a particularly brilliant Coordinator from Orb had laid a solid theoretical foundation for true time travel. It was loosely based on the dark research carried out on magical humans during the secret war to annihilate them. Blue Cosmos, the radical anti-coordinator activist group gained its very beginnings not against coordinators but against magical humans. For a decade they hunted magical humans into extinction, even as they experimented on them and learned from them. They even used some as little more than batteries in a bastardized attempt to gain the power they persecuted. It was this dark research that led not to humans with the power of magicals, but instead spawned the birth of coordinators. The new coordinators were well loved and praised for their abilities and achievements until people found out about their modifications, and then the hatred began again. Then those behind Blue Cosmos were again loved and praised for their hate once more. No doubt some of the leaders of that organization could care less about coordinators, but channeling that hate gave them power, and for some, that was enough.

Lacus went over to her console and used her security code to bring the system up where she could access the documents, only to find out that a copy of the report was not on the Eternal's systems. She then connected with the only other working database left on the Genesis station and struck pay dirt. She scanned the work. The researchers name was Aisha Durandall, and she was without a doubt brilliant, even for a coordinator.

Aisha had come up with a plausible theory on how the magical's so called time turners worked and even worked out how, in theory, a person could be transported in time without magic. Oh, here was the interesting bit. She theorized that the three day limitation on magical time travel, was not due to any real limitations on the physics but rather what a magical body could survive. The very act of traveling in time seemed to expose the human body to wide-band radiation. Magical bodies could survive and not notice a little of it, but the radiation grew with the time traveled. She even had proposed a way of shielding from the worst of it, but had no idea how to generate enough energy safely to do anything with her idea.

Sure if she could have shown the technology was feasible and useful, the plants might have agreed to build something big enough, but the problem was there was a serious flaw in her research that she just could not solve. She had worked out the physics to go back in time, but could only make the math work out if they took a large jump back of at least a half a century or more. The assumptions she had made in her analysis simply did not hold true for smaller jumps, and she did not understand enough to improve her model. Others had looked at and commented on her work, but no solution was found and the project was ultimately buried out of fear that the Naturals might get their hands on it and somehow prevent them from existing.

Then not long after that was the Bloody Valentine where the Naturals launched a nuclear strike on their civilian colony at Junius Seven. Coordinators had responded with Neutron Jammer Canceller missiles that buried themselves near the Earth's mantle and effectively halted all nuclear power production on Earth. It was meant to be kinder than retaliating with their own nuclear weapons, but for all those who froze to death, it was probably not much of a comfort. For Aisha it meant that it was extremely unlikely to ever see her work tested in her lifetime. Solar cells were definitely not adequate to the task.

Lacus froze as she studied the power requirements of it. The energy required was proportional to the square of the mass sent back and to the third power of the time traveled back. She rapidly did some calculations and was just as rapidly depressed at the result. The energy requirement for going back in time was close to enough to destroy the planet again, if it was hit all at once at least.

She froze momentarily before quickly bringing up the specs to the Genesis super weapon. It would take almost a month of work to setup, even with the repair robots and everyone helping but it would work, probably, if the research was correct. It wasn't like they could test it. They had the equipment left for one more shot as the modifications would likely destroy much of the weapon itself during the attempt. Fortunately, it looked like Patrick Zala had made sure to build enough shielding into the station to protect the workers, so those areas should survive and still be usable later.

Of course, the math also said she would likely get a dose of radiation that would kill her within a few years, depending on how far she was sent back. If she went back the minimum the math said she might live for ten years. It was not even a matter of the radiation that traveling through time exposed one to. Aisha had worked out the required shielding to prevent most of that.

No, the problem was Genesis itself. A heavily modified set of the focusing mirrors, with layer after layer of waveguides and special coatings, could, for a short time, be used to contain and harness the power of the super weapon and even reject most of the wide spectrum radiation that wasn't useful, such that the person being transported only received a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the exposure before they were pushed back through time. The problem was that fraction of a fraction was still enough to kill her sooner or later due to the inevitable DNA damage and likely cancer that would result. It was ironic, that in this task, a normal human would have a better chance to survive. Cancer was treatable in naturals if not easy. While Coordinators very rarely ever got cancer, it was usually not treatable, since their immune systems were very effective at protecting the cancer cells from the usual cancer treatments and there had not been sufficient cases of it to develop coordinator specific treatments.

It didn't matter. The only change she could think of that might be enough was to go back far enough to try to prevent the first Genocide, and the only way she could see to do that is if she could somehow insure the death of the so called Dark Lord that started it all, before it all went so far out of control. Most likely, even that wouldn't be enough on its own. It was hardly the first monster their society had bred. She would just have to hope other good people could do the rest and use the chance well.

Of course, a dark part of her wished she could just go back as little as thirty years, to make sure Muruta Azrael, the architect of the Bloody Valentine itself died at birth, but she knew she could not let such thoughts cloud her reason. There were a whole lot more like him after all. Doing so would probably change little in the long term, and perhaps nothing. The pivot point was the first genocide. There had been atrocities in the past, but never one where so much of the world had been in agreement. After that sad example, people were all too willing to try to repeat it, particularly when inspired by less than honest leaders.

She would have to travel back almost one hundred years, which would limit what shielding she could use since their was an upper bound on the energy of a Genesis firing sequence. She had not worked it all out, but in the end, while she had no doubts about her path, a part of her would perhaps even welcome the end of her life, for if she were to succeed the events that led to the birth of her people, that led to the birth of Kira, her father, her mother, and to so many friends and loved ones would be undone. A person should not have such power, yet she owed it to the future to try. If she could prevent the first genocide somehow then humanity would at least have one last chance. She hoped she would live long enough to see a peaceful world at least. To that end, she got to work.


Hilda, Mars, and Herbert questioned her sanity.

Herbert said, "If you're going to do it anyway, why not just go back the minimum time and do what you can there? Going back so far is crazy. It will kill you, assuming that research even works. It's not like we can even test it with what we have."

Mars and Hilda nodded their agreement.

Lacus said, "It is more important to try to prevent the first genocide. I don't like the idea of undoing all that history either, to know that if I succeed, all those I have known will likely never be born, but I can't see any other way to stop the hatred, if we don't stop that. My life is a tiny price to pay if there is even a chance of preventing that."

Hilda said, "Your guessing. The tragedy of the loss of magical humans is horrible I agree, but so is probably undoing all the good that has happened since then. Heck, even if you manage to see the end of this Tom Riddle fellow, that won't change the conditions in that society that birthed him!"

Mars said, "Hilda's right. How are you going to prevent that? This magical world you are trying to save sounds like they are just as messed up in their relations with naturals as we were. What good is it to burn your life up to buy a few years, one way or another?"

Lacus said, "I've read all of the records I could. The magical world existed since records began side by side with humans, with their statute of secrecy being a relatively recent addition."

Hilda said, "So you think stopping this one guy, and exposing the magical world to naturals in some kind of controlled way will prevent all the rest? My guess is it will only delay it and I know even you are not that optimistic. It is not as if you will live long enough to do much more. It is after all the same jealousy that led to where we are now..."

Lacus sighed before wiping a tear from her eye. She said, "I know. Trust me I know. I'll do my best to help and guide them all while I am there. I just have to hope it is enough or that people will carry on the work. I am sorry, but I need to do this. I need to at least try."

Hilda asked, "Will you at least stop by medical and donate?"

Lacus said, "Of course." Lacus broke down again and again wiped the tears from her eyes even as Hilda enfolded her in a hug. She said, "Please take care of any children that may be born and tell them their mother would have dearly loved them."

Hilda, Mars, and Hilbert said, "We will."

Lacus quietly exited the room and walked back to engineering.


It had taken a little over a month, but the work was done. It was only due to all the robotic assembly and fabrication equipment that was salvageable from the Genesis station that the modifications were possible in such a little time. In front of the Genesis station was both of the remaining focusing mirrors welded together facing each other at less than a couple hundred feet apart, which compared to their size was practically together. The back of the primary mirror had been coated with an alloy that theory said would reflect away most of the radiation at unusable frequencies, while different coatings on the inside of the mirror pair would reflect the remaining frequencies around the twenty-seven exahertz target band setting up a resonance, that if all their theory worked would provide the controlled energy source needed to propel a tiny single use shuttle craft backwards through time.

Hilda had also helped her implant a small, nearly undetectable implantable data storage device just outside the visual cortex of her brain. They were a new development, even for coordinators, and generally disliked, yet they were able to hold nearly ten terabytes of compressed information in a secure format. It was a drop in the bucket compared to what the Earth had produced in the last hundred years, but it was a carefully selected drop in the bucket, should any of that information turn out useful. This was also the military radiation hardened model, so it should, hopefully survive the trip if she did and magic rich environments as well. To the downside, it lacked any significant amount of computing capacity, but then they were meant mostly as a way for operatives to keep extremely detailed records of anything found useful without letting anyone know they were doing so.

Lacus considered taking a second along, to perhaps pass on to someone who might use it well, but ultimately rejected it. They were designed for a coordinators slightly different biochemistry and neurotransmitter levels and were liable to cause seizures in a natural, if they were even usable. She could also not risk bringing back a second copy of the data in another form. The potential risk of misuse was too high.

Hilda also helped when they ransacked what was left of the Blue Cosmos base. They found in one of their deepest vaults the results of their longest running research program on magicals. The notes said that the items found were in themselves magical and explained how they worked. She had no idea if that was still true or not, but they were small enough so she thought they were worth bringing. They offered a possibility that she was afraid to think too much on.

They had put together a little more than coffin sized shuttle using some of the armor plating from the Genesis and parts from all over, including bits and pieces of what was left of the Justice Gundam that Athrun had piloted in the last battle. The outside of the shuttle contained two dozen layers of a special coating. It was a synthetic version of what they thought was the active ingredient in time turners, save it was tweaked slightly so the molecular structure was extremely sensitive to the twenty-seven exahertz radiation band. The shuttle itself was as resistant to that frequency band of energy as they could make it. It was done through the use of thick plating and cleverly designed waveguides that took energy in that range and shunted it around and away from the tiny livable area.

In truth their skills were such that they were fairly confident that she would, at most, only be exposed to a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the gamma ray radiation. The math said she would survive it, for a little while at least, perhaps years if she was lucky. It was no miraculous miracle in shielding, but rather careful design so that the entire system worked together in a way that was designed not to kill, but to do this one task. If the time travel theory turned out as accurate as their engineering this might even work.

On the bridge of the Eternal, Lacus hugged her friends as she checked over the computerized firing program one more time. The Eternal was now one hour away from the interception point and moving at dangerously fast speeds, far faster than the ship was designed for. Lacus sat at her station. Her lovely pink hair was now only a few inches long and she had clearly lost weight she couldn't really afford to lose. It was not much, but she made sure every ounce was put back into shielding.

Hilda resignedly asked, "Are you sure you really want to do this? We could still just send back information. It might be enough."

Lacus smiled a resigned smile before saying, "And let my diet go to waste?" It was a poor joke of course, yet it was all she had and they knew she was resolved.

Hilbert said, "I'm still surprised you put yourself through all that. The slight difference in mass only increases your odds by a tenth of a percent at best."

Lacus said, "I'll take what I can get..." before again quickly going through her plans one final time.

Hilda looked over at her and said, "We need to go get ready."

Lacus nodded before pressing a key causing the display in front of her that showed a picture of a young man with messy brown hair and green eyes to go dark.

A few minutes later they were in the electrically assisted launch area. Brackets stood up behind the little shuttle, which were connected to an electromagnetic system that worked like a rail gun to accelerate mobile suits so that they were moving fast enough when exiting to avoid most enemy fire. It would not be the first time she had been launched with such a system, although she could only remember a couple others off hand. It would, however, be the first time she would be launched after being placed in a medically induced sleep to reduce oxygen consumption.

Hilda said, "There is still plenty of time to change your mind."

Lacus looked at her with a look of long suffering patience and then removed the rest of her clothing. She put on what looked a bit like a pair of one piece skin tight pajamas, including a hood that also completely covered her face save for a pair of holes to breathe. She then walked over to the tiny shuttle without effort, having memorized the path before. With an effort she lifted the lid of the shuttle before climbing into the space just big enough to lay down in. There was no padding or anything like that. The outfit she was wearing was to serve as all the padding she was going to get. The inside had been hollowed out to exactly contour to her body, which was all that made it bearable. It really felt like she was being buried alive. She said, "Give me the shot." She had considered being awake during the journey more than once, but she was not that brave, and the tiny oxygen generator in the shuttle was barely enough to keep up with her while she was in a deep sleep. It was yet another concession to shielding that she didn't regret one bit.

Hilda did so. Less than a minute later she was asleep. Hilda checked her pulse before saying, "You always were the best of us. It is why we followed you. If there is anyone that can show them their folly before it is too late then I know it is you." She kissed her on her cloth covered forehead before carefully lowering the top of the tiny shuttle-craft's hatch. She then double checked all the seals before returning to the bridge.

Mars looked up at her when she came through the door.

After sitting at her station, Hilda said to the others, "Everything is ready."

Herbert said, "We are at nine minutes thirty seconds to launch. The Eternal computer has control of launch sequencing. The Genesis firing computer reports that all nuclear cartridges are in place and all systems are ready to fire upon the Eternal computer's signal."

Mars said, "I've also programmed in an elliptic course that will return us back to the area in about a week with minimal additional wear on the engines." Left unsaid was that if Lacus did succeed then time would be rewritten and they would likely cease to exist, but they had pledged themselves to follow where she led, and it was a far better place than where they were now, even if they were not in it.

Hilda said absently, "That is good to know."

An awkward nine minutes passed, with only the others glancing now and again at the readout from a laser interferometer that was bouncing off the tiny shuttle, letting them know that Lacus was still there and her heart was still beating. They had wanted far more equipment in the shuttle, but all had been sacrificed in favor of shielding with everything else being automatic.

The eternal's computer fired Lacus's shuttle into space on schedule in the process accelerating it to its final velocity of nearly one hundred and fifty thousand miles an hour and also allowing the Eternal to begin its deceleration course.

Seven seconds after that, the former Genesis super weapon fired its final shot. Eight hundred milliseconds after that there were more photons per unit volume than had ever been generated, even by the many unsuccessful attempts at practical nuclear fusion. Three hundred milliseconds later the field between the mirrors had come to resonance at 27.13425 exahertz, which was within predicted parameters. Two hundred milliseconds after that the tiny shuttle entered a gamma ray field thousands of times more intense than what ultimately destroyed life on the planet Earth. Less than two hundred nanoseconds later reality was torn asunder and everything changed. It was yet unclear whether it was a change for good or ill.


Author's Notes: Optionally, for people who want a little more insight into Lacus Clyne's character you could search youtube for, "kazdubs lacus athrun scene". This comes from episode 36 of the anime. If possible, I recommend just watching the later half of that in the original language with subtitles. For the purposes of this story the video found by searching for "Lacus Clyne Fighting Princess" is also informative. I have nothing to do with either video. You can also search for, "Lacus Rie Tanaka" to hear some of the Japanese voice actor's voice. She also did the singing in the Japanese version. Some of the notable tracks are, "Fields of Hope", "Mizu No Akashi (Token of Water)", "Quiet Night", and "Shizukana Yoru Ni". The songs often have English counterparts, although they are of course a bit different. The English version of Token of Water is sung by Jillian Micheals and is perhaps notable with regards to this story and may also be called Water of Evidence. On a side note, Fiction Junction's Akatsuki no Kurama is also notable, as is Honoo no Tobira (Door of Flames) for that matter, although to a lesser extent. Find the Way by Mika Nakashima is also good and also from the Gundam Seed series.

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