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AN: This is a Mpreg Kingdom Hearts and Harry Potter crossover. This is an AU(Alternate Universe) fic that in no way connects back to the original story/plotlines of either series. No recognizable characters belong to me, they are the property of Square Enix and J.K. Rowling, respectively. I do own Clare and any unrecognizable characters/ places/ anything else, so DO NOT STEAL! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN IF YOU DO! This was also inspired by a What Would You Do episode, so I don't own that either.

As this will be Mpreg, if you cannot handle that, mentions of rape, possible rape and birth scenes or just the mention of two guys kissing each other on the cheek makes you want to burn crosses, Bibles or anything else, then DO NOT READ!

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Enjoy!

Title translation=Fate, not Monsterous and Empty

Fate is always portrayed as a cruel, uncaring, sadistic, frigid bitch that cares naught for anyone, save herself.

But most don't know that Fate can also be immeasurably kind and warm hearted. Clare Lunya knew this best of all. Fate showed her two souls in mortal danger and potentially fatal circumstance and allowed her to rescue them, protect them and provide them better paths than they had before. And to think this all started on an unseasonably warm October day, late in the afternoon.

She was sitting in a small restaurant, sipping slowly at a cool glass of water, relishing with delight the feel of the slippery liquid sliding down her parched throat. It was still incredibly warm at 5pm, 99° with humidity 85° without, and Clare didn't want to leave the air conditioned bliss that was the "White and Shiny." She also had a nagging feeling that she was supposed to be there, for some greater purpose or something.

So there she sat, avoiding the heat and entertaining her annoying instinct by waiting for something amazing to happen. Again Fate was being abnormally nice and quickly presented her with her mission.

People had been coming in all day and they haven't been enough to warrant her attention. That changed with the arrival of the newest people seeking refuge from the intense heat.

This new couple drew Clare's silver gaze as soon as the small bell above the door chimed their arrival. She immediately knew that the smaller blonde was hiding something, his slumped shoulders and forced smile a dead giveaway. The taller boy, with fire truck red hair and strange flipped teardrops tattooed just under acid greed eyes, looked curious as he pulled out the blonde's chair.

Being courteous and minding her own business but still attentive, Clare turned on her mp3, chose her "Ignore" playlist and pressed play. She was halfway through the third song, "Believe" by Skillet, when angry shouting torn asunder the cool peace and tranquility.

"HOW…FUCK…-ING PREGNANT? …been whoring again? …kid ain't mine! …getting an abortion! …slut, you're on your own!"

She pulled out an ear bud as the suddenly fuming redhead stormed out of the restaurant, leaving a quaking and sobbing blond behind.

Alarmed, Clare immediately scampered out of her booth along the wall, across the small isle to crouch at eye level with the terrified child.

"What happened?" She spoke softly, trying not to startle the boy any farther. When she received no response, she tried again, a little stronger but still soft like rabbit fur.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

This time sapphire orbs strangled and trapped by tears caught and held her calming and concerned sterling gaze.

"He-he… (swallow) he left me." It came out barely above the softest whisper and she wouldn't have caught had she been completely human.

Assuming he was talking about the redhead, Clare continued with her questions, moving away from the fresh wounds dug deep and mercilessly in his heart and soul that would undoubtedly leave him with scars.

"Do you have a ride home? Do you even have a place to stay now?" She didn't know how she knew, but this boy was why she was in that restaurant for no better reason than to steal air conditioning.

"…" Again she was met with silence, except for the sobs that tore their way through his throat and her heart.

"Well then, I guess you'll just have to come home with me." She smiled brightly, pressing a pale slender finger against peach lips when he opens them in protest.

"If you do have a place, we'll call them, explain your situation and I'll bring you home in the morning. But I'm still taking you home with me for tonight. You're obvious distressed and look like you haven't slept a wink in a week, at least. Don't worry , I'm not a kidnapper and I'd shoot myself before I'll touch a child with intimate contact in mind. So whaddya say?" She may have creeped the boy out more, but this incessant nag in her mind was telling her that he shouldn't go home tonight.

"Okay." His voice held no emotion, but his eyes were pools of suffused emotions; confusion swam arm in arm with worry while fear, betrayal and hurt furiously raced one another, viciously fighting for dominance.

Without another word, Clare wrapped her arms around the boy, pulled him up into a hug and left, giving their waitress $20, plus tip, to pay for their waters as they walked past.

Although she had been hiding in the "White and Shiny" for two hours, the temperature had only decreased 2.5°, which did not make for a very pleasant 2 mile walk back to the modest two story Clare called home.

As they walked, Clare stole a side glance at the boy, noting the way he avoided eye contact by gluing his gaze to the ground and how he leaned into her, like he wanted to hide from the world and be protected. Well she could help with that for a little bit.

When they were halfway home, Clare realized that she still didn't know the boy's name. Well that wouldn't do, she very well couldn't call him "boy" or "you" for the night, plus it would make him more comfortable to be called by name, maybe.

"What's your name? I didn't hear it back at the restaurant." She was still being gentle, unsure of how hurt he really was. The kid was scary good at reigning in his emotions. It's only been about 30 minutes and he's stopped crying, shaking and just looks like he got told that he couldn't have the puppy he really wanted for Christmas.

Without lifting his gaze, the boy replied "Roxas" in a curt and anti-social manner, clearly not wanting to talk.

"Roxas, huh? That's a unique name. You have any parents or anyone I can call when we get home?"

"No, it's been just my brothers and me since our parents died. And even they won't want anything to do with me now."

"Why, if you don't mind me asking?" She was normally not this curious, but some unknown instinct was making her want to learn all about Roxas so she could better protect him from unknown evil.

"…"

Still not wanting to push him, Clare sighed, settling for his silent suffering technique.

"Okay, well here we are." She tried to sound happy and inviting, but it came out as tired and irritated.

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