Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Kingdom Hearts. If I did there would be no way that I would be writing fanfiction.

Author's Note: No I have not died. I don't know if that is a cause for rejoicing or not, but here I am. Be nice to the person with a new fanfiction offering. For those of you who have read my stories before let me assure you that I am planning on continuing the others. This is simply to kill my writer's block, which like a many headed serpent, refuses to stay dead. This takes place several years after the events of Kingdom Hearts. Yes, it is another 'Harry raised by so-and-so' fic. I just hope that it amuses all of you.

Harry Potter and the Legendary Keyblade

Chapter 1: A Wrinkle in the Tapestry

The events of that horrible night would be forever etched into the minds of the Wizarding world. The story of what transpired was well known to all and was an unchangeable fact. That is, until tonight. The Dark Lord Voldemort had done as he had done so often in the past. Inflicting grief and misery upon the innocents. He dueled James Potter to allow the man to believe that perhaps he would actually save his family before unleashing the Killing Curse and sending his dreams to ruin. He slew Lily Potter as easily as he had done on countless occasions to others. The routine had grown rather boring to him. What kept this excursion so fresh and new was that tonight he would end the hopes of the Wizarding world. The prophecy would not be fullfilled. He would kill the boy that stood in the way of his plans. A mere babe was all they had to fight him with. The horrible snakeman actually took a few moments to laugh at the idiocy of it all.

"Do not blame me, child, but place that blame at the feet of Fate." He hissed softly as he pointed his wand at the young child. The child stared back unflinching and unafraid but that could simply be because he didn't know the danger he was in. He spoke the words to that frightful curse and unleashed it into the forehead of his chosen victim only for Fate to laugh at him. Instead of it killing the innocent, the beam of green light rebounded from the tiny head and into Voldemort's own body. He didn't even have a moment to wonder what had happened before he was disintegrated to dust and cast out. Harry Potter didn't even have a chance to cry as the force that had protected him from the curse was still at work.

A sphere of white energy had enveloped him. The feeling of love inherent in the magic soothed the troubled child and radiated peace. Lily had given her last to shield her child. When Voldemort taunted Fate, however, he earned Her ire. The Dark Lord would not be gone forever. This child was the only one that the man-who-is-not-a-man fears. A distortion begins to form in space and time as the white sphere levitates out of the crib and into the air. With a soft 'pop' the bubble vanishes just moments before anyone can rush in to try and save the survivors.

The tragedy was compounded when no one could find signs of the child. It was a horrible thing that the parents were dead but to not even find a body for their child spoke volumes. Sirius Black, in horrible despair, immediately went after Peter Pettigrew to exact terrible vengeance on the man who had been Secret Keeper. Upon locating the deceitful rat he didn't even give the man a chance to explain and beat him into unconsciousness with his bare hands. The Dark Mark upon his arm gave mute testimony to what the man truly was. He would be going away to Azkaban for quite a long time if the Head of the DMLE had anything to say about it.

Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, was beside himself with grief. The plans he had made were now rendered moot. He had planned to save the family and help the lad grow into the one who would ultimately defeat Lord Voldemort. Oh, he did that alright, but they had lost too much to make that happen. The other family he had been protecting, the Longbottoms, was hopelessly broken as well. At the same time the assault on Godric's Hollow was taking place an attack was happening at Longbottom Manor. Both parents had been tortured into insanity and rendered comatose at St. Mungo's. At least their son was alive and whole. He looked at his candy dish filled with lemon drops before saying to hell with it and made a call to an old friend. Ol' Jack was a comfort when he wanted to forget as he so dearly wanted to now.

The question still remained, however. What had happened to Harry Potter?

-Elsewhere-

The sky was the most gorgeous blue ever seen and the sun shining in the heavens was bright and warm. Below this marvelous sky was an equally marvelous chain of islands. Beautiful beaches and lovely little towns dotted the islands in this chain. It was as if the gods themselves had smiled upon this land. On one island in particular, however, seemed to a desperate battle. The combatants were locked against one another with clashing blades and a speed that was unmatched by all save the greatest warriors in existence. Upon closer inspection one would note that they did not seem to be battling each other out of anger. The smiles were clear indicators that this was not a mortal struggle where life and death hung in the balance.

"You're getting slow, Sora!" The young man with spikey silver hair down his back said, green eyes flashing a challenge. He had slid to a stop with his unique weapon held at the ready. The weapon was shaped like a purplish black bat wing with a tiny angel wing sprouting from the tip. He held it arched over his head with his left hand held out before him. He wore a yellow and black vest with white trim and black baggy pants. His shoes were rugged and durable black leather. When not in a fighter's crouch, he stood at five-ten. The playfullness in his eyes took the sting out of his words.

"Then why did ya have to take a break already, Riku?" His companion threw back at him. He held his equally strange weapon in both hands like a two-handed sword with the blade held at guard and feet spaced apart. He had spikey brown hair that remained that way despite attempts to flatten it and never required work. His blue eyes were just as full of life and light as his friend's. The outfit he was wearing was almost a mirror image of his companion's with the vest patterned in red and black. The weapon he wielded looked like a giant key. It was a strange beautiful weapon done in black metal with sharp teeth and had a gothic feel.

Despite the heat of the day they were both barely sweating. Their breathing was still even. At some unseen signal the one named Riku exploded in darkness. When the cloud of dark energy settled he was standing in a form fitting black, blue, and red bodysuit that looked almost organic with a black heart on the chest. His eyes glimmering with awakened power. His partner grinned as he held the key up in both hands, lights swirling around him, red and silver shimmers, before actually 'pulling' the weapon into two. In one hand was the original key while the other was almost a fairytale construction. It had a peacefully glowing star and was done in delicate silver. His outfit had changed to a pure red with black highlights.

"Go!" They both yelled at the same moment before warping the air as they rushed once more into the breach. A short distance away a young woman watched them. Her auburn hair was long and went to about midback. She was currently wearing a white teeshirt and a deep pink skirt that went to midcalf. Her footwear consisted of sandals. Kair smiled fondly at her 'boys' as they continued to try and determine who the best was. They would never stop. Always pushing one another to be the strongest, the best, the fastest that they could be. As Keyblade Masters they had to. She was a Keyblade Master as well but did not take her training as seriously as they did. She was more the White Magic user than combatant. A glimmering light appeared above the island. Her eyes immediately locked onto it. She blinked and activated 'Scan' to see what the white sphere could be.

"A...child...?" She gasped as she realized that the child's sphere was drifting over the ocean. Without warning, she suddenly launched herself across the sands with speeds that actually stopped Sora and Riku. The two young men watched her in amazement as she hit speeds that had them in awe.

"What brought that on?" Sora asked as he followed his girlfriend's running form with his eyes. Riku shook his head stupidly as he tried to figure it out himself. His eyes looked to where he noticed she was staring and gaped.

"That's a baby in there!" He shouted drawing his pal's attention. Before either of them could move, however, Kairi had reached escape velocity and leaped. The leap was the most intense one she had ever done before. Far exceeding her old attempts. As Sora reflected, far exceeded his best attempts, he noticed with relief that she had caught the child in her arms. The problem was how was she going to get back down? Just as he questioned this white wings exploded from her back allowing her to lightly glide back to the beach. Kairi landed in a light crouch with the child clutched securely to her chest. Her eyes were glowing a faint white as she breathed in slowly before releasing it in a long stream.

"Kairi!" The two shouted simultaneously as they rushed towards her. The young woman slowly came back to herself before looking down upon the child that had so mysteriously arrived. Vibrant green eyes stared back into blue eliciting a smile from both toddler and woman. He was unharmed from what she could tell as she slowly straightened up, almost gasping from the intense cramp that suddenly had her back on one knee.

"Don't try a jump like that without a warm-up I guess." She commented jokingly as her boyfriend and their best friend reached her. Sora immediately set to rubbing her calves and easing the strain. Riku peered over Kairi's shoulder as Sora had begun doing. The little boy smiled brightly at them as well. All three were struck by the feeling of warmth and love attached to this boy. There was a sense of great strength of purpose as well. All present were familiar with Fate.

"Who's the kid?" Riku asked as he continued to stare at this child that had so recently appeared in their lives. Kairi checked him over. At first she saw nothing, but upon checking his collar, in gold script was written 'Harry'. It didn't look as if it was part of the original clothing. Considering how arrivals occured here it was a lucky thing that he hadn't been brought to them by ocean in a basket.

"The name on the collar says 'Harry'. I wonder where he came from?" The brunette mused as she slowly stood up once more, cuddling the child closer to her. In response, Harry grasped the front of her shirt before burying his face in her chest. Sora reached around to gently ruffle the child's hair.

"He's a cute lil' guy." The island boy said with a grin. Harry giggled a bit at the contact garnering smiles from all around.

"But what are we going to do with him?" Riku asked. If it involved his friends then he was involved automatically, no question.

"We'll take him home." Kairi said with a shrug as she set off down the beach towards the boat dock. Sora and Riku hurried to keep up. Both casting her questioning looks. "What? He doesn't have anyone else and...would anyone else be able to help him like we could?" She asked them. The two friends thought about it. If what they sensed had been true, and too much had happened for them to doubt their instincts, the kid had a destiny ahead of him. A great destiny.

"If three Keyblade Masters can't help one kid out then we should just hang 'em up and take up knitting." Sora said with a big smile.

"One for all and all for one, right?" Riku asked with a big smile of his own. Kairi laughed and little Harry giggled.

"One for all and all for one." She nodded her head before impulsively kissing the two boys on the cheek. "And one for you too." She said with a bright smile before planting a kiss on the toddler's little head. The future was still uncertain but the present was bright and sunny. Fate could be strange sometimes as the three heroes realized that they had signed on for a far greater mission then they ever had before.

From the very day he arrived young Harry had been a constant joy for the trio. He was a good-natured baby as anyone who met him could attest to. This being the Destiny Islands they were used to people showing up under mysterious circumstances. It didn't take long for the residents to simply say that the child was Sora and Kairi's. The formal adoption took place on the day the two young lovers were wed. Sora and Kairi spoke their vows before their friends and family. Under pain of death Sora had been crammed into a formal tuxedo. Riku laughingly told him he looked like a caveman wearing clothes for the first time. Kairi was beautiful in the tasteful wedding dress she wore. The gossamer fine wedding veil was held in place by a coronet of silver with the dress being made of a fine silk.

Invited to this gathering had been their old comrades. Leon was as stern and tactiturn as ever with his longtime girlfriend, and ninja extraodinaire, Yuffie. The brown haired man had mellowed somewhat in the years following their adventures much to everyone's relief. He was more prone to joke then he was before which was attributed to him finally acknowledging how he felt for the kunoichi. Yuffie was as enthusiastic as ever when she found out about the wedding. Convincing her not to help would have been impossible. Cloud had arrived with Aerith and Tifa. That triangle was not resolving itself anytime soon much to everyone's annoyance. However they didn't seem to mind it. The two women playfully bickering over who was Cloud's favorite while the blonde wonder secretly pondered just running away from it all.

The King and Queen made a spectacular pair as they arrived to assist in the festivities. Neither having aged a day since their story began. However, there was a new addition, a blanket wrapped bundle being kept close to the Queen's heart as they approached. A tiny head with large ears stared up sleepily at the people around him before yawning hugely and burping, telling the world just what he thought of it. Prince Marvin was as big a hit as Harry. The two being placed in the same playpen whereupon later they would be seen tumbling and tussling like old friends. Kairi wondered if somehow Harry had inherited Sora's enthusiasm or Riku's competitive streak.

Cid Highwind brought the great wizard Merlin in his Gummy Ship. The aged mage complaining to any who would listen that those darned rockets were too dangerous by half. The Gummy Ship mechanic just rolled his eyes at his old friend's antics but didn't try to correct him. Acknowledging his griping only made it worse. The last arrivals were Donald and Goofy. The old friends were clearly thrilled to be there as they demonstrated with big hugs and many tears, Donald would deny this strenuously,since it had been a long time since they had seen them. It was hard getting everyone together like this for such a celebration. Huey, Dewey, and Luey made their own way with a gang of moogles. All of their old companions had managed to make it causing this to be the wedding of the year in the minds of the people.

Sora and Kairi still had one last duty before they concluded the festivities as they stood before Yen Sid holding Harry between them. King Mickey stood on Kairi's left with Riku standing on Sora's right. The court wizard that had taught the king placed his benediction on the proceedings with the three fairy godmothers placing their blessings upon him. Happiness, a long life, and blue skies ahead. Kairi held young Harry while the Queen held Marvin as Sora, Riku, and the King surrounded the pair with Keyblades upraised and joined together. A trick of the light caused a brief flash of Terra, Ventus, and Aqua holding their Keyblades while standing beside the original three but it ended before any but the children realized it had happened.

Appearing around their necks was a chain, silver for Harry and gold for Marvin, and placed upon them were identical keys resembling the Kingdom Keys. The cycle was beginning again.

-ten years later-

"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Come on lazybones!" A voice came up from downstairs. The sleeping mound on the bed could barely be classified as human. Oh it possessed the required number of limbs and was capable of independant thought, but never in the morning. This particular morning was no exception. Slowly, from the depths, it stirred. A hand reached out, questing for something, before bumping into the bedside table. A little bit of scrabbling and searching later found his hand locking onto his glasses. The hand retreated back to the covers with it's prize before slowly wriggling about to place them on his face and sit up. His messy black hair was spikey in a style reminiscent of his father. His sleepy green eyes caused others to comment that he resembled his Uncle. The boy let out a discontented grunt as he slowly pushed the covers back and swung his legs around to the floor. The glasses upon his face were done like aviator goggles like his 'Uncle Cid'. Highly damage resistant which was good considering some of the activities he got into.

His room was that of any other kid's. His comforter was checkered in reds and greens. The toychest in the corner was stocked to the brim with toys of all kinds. His chest of drawers had all manner of outfits as well as shoes for many occassions. His mother insisted he have the best clothes and toys. Was he spoiled? He never thought of things like that. He had a good life. A loving family, a huge extended family, and the warmth that came from all that. Maybe he was spoiled but even a child knows that kids deserve that. His mother's voice came from downstairs again causing him to groan.

"I'm comin' mom!" He called out as he kicked out of bed to get ready for the day. From downstairs, Kairi smiled fondly as her son blazed through his morning routine. He was so much like his father. Cheerful, optimistic, and a strong sense of justice. Due to his uncle, however, he wasn't quite as gullible. There came a banging at the door causing the Keyblade Mistress to suddenly clasp her chest in alarm.

"Oh for heaven's sakes..." She went to the door and opened it to reveal...a moogle. Kairi stared at the moogle on her doorstep that looked like a purple and black bumblebee. He was tiny, moogles are, but he also was carrying a hefty mail satchel.

"Ku-po...? Is this the residence of a...Harry...Potter?" He asked as he fished the letter out of his bag. The woman blinked a few times as she sorted that out.

"Harry Potter?" She querried. "May I see that?" She asked. The moogle nodded as he handed the letter to her. It read:

Harry Potter 123 Alphabet Lane Destiny Islands

"Oh my..." She stared in wide-eyed fascination at the letter. The way that 'Harry' was written was like the elaborate script on the back of Harry's collar when they found him. She politely thanked the moogle for delivering it so promptly, almost on autopilot, as she slowly shut the door. The moogle said cheerfully that he was glad Mognet could be at their service. She stared for several long moments at the letter as the feeling of destiny almost overcame her. Her eyes flashed white for several moments. So distracted was she that she almost fell over when her son barreled into her for his morning hug.

"Mornin' mom!" He caroled out cheerfully. He stood there in his favorite outfit. Considering it was a perfect reproduction of his father's Drive Clothes of course he liked it. The only difference was that it was done in red and greens. Mother, father, and uncle had rolled their eyes at his Christmas fixation that not even a trip to Halloween Town or Christmas Town could cure. Jack Skellington could take the fun out of Christmas with his obsession.

"Good morning...Harry..." She waved distractedly at the table. Harry shrugged as he sat down.

"Why are you so spacey mom?" He asked her as he dug into his breakfast. A plate of sausage, an omelette, four pieces of toast, pop tarts, bananas, oranges, cereal, juice, and milk. His metabolism would be considered insane if one didn't take into consideration he was constantly training with his dad. Sora, Riku, and even Leon or Cloud when they showed up, would take the time daily to hammer into him lessons on swordplay. Being schooled in magic by Merlin and science by Gyro Gearloose gave him further education. Drake Mallard was always fun for teaching him the art of criminal investigation. Yuffie was teaching him in how to be a shinobi. Given all the schooling he had it was no wonder he needed so much energy. His best friend in the world, Marvin, was around alot as well. They shared the same classes and the same woes of children their age.

"Harry...a letter arrived today for you." Kiri said without preamble as she sat the letter down before him. He looked at it curiously before tearing it open. "It says...'This is your official acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' More school?" He groaned a bit as he read it. It told him he that he was in the school's registration since before his birth.

"Look closer at it, Harry. Feel it." She did not comment on the fact that he didn't comment on seeing the 'Potter'. Harry looked askance at her before looking at the letter once more. A slow, even breath, and he opened himself up to the impressions held in the letter. A flood of emotion came pouring into him as he rode the tide. Never fight the ride just let it flow. He felt a sense of relief, joy, elation, excitement. He could actually see a woman, looking to be in her early forties if that, staring in shock at a book upon her desk before frantically scribbling something out. He saw the same woman cheerfully writing on a thick parchment before folding it up and placing it on an owl's leg. The same owl then deposited in a Mognet drop box. He then saw Artemicion pass the letter off once more to one of his children before it ultimately ended up here in his hand. When he came back to himself he was gasping for air and the sweat poured off his face. A glass of cool water was placed by his hand which he greedily drank.

"Whoa...forgot what a headrush that was..." He said as he calmed his heartbeat. That was quite a talent he possessed, Kairi mused, to be able to read so much from an object. She possessed similar gifts which she had sought to teach him. All the Keyblade Masters could do the same sort of thing but the scope was limited to herself and Harry.

"You know what this is don't you?" His mother spoke in a warm tone as she set her hand upon his shoulder. They had discussed Destiny with Harry before. He was now staring at the letter in his hand with a sort of sick fascination.

"My destiny...isn't it?" He asked sadly.

"Oh honey...we'll still be here. As long as you remember...our hearts are always connected." She said as she placed her hand on his heart and his hand on her heart.

"Dad is gonna freak." No truer words were ever spoken.

-Later-

Sora stood looking out over the waves. Shock was settling in for a long stay inside him as he thought about what had been told to him. His wife of ten years just got finished telling him that Harry's Destiny arrived. He shook his head in mute denial but he knew that this day had to come. That was why they spent so much time training him, right? Why he was brought up with all the love and happiness a child could want. He needed those things for when the dark times came. The Keyblade Master did not doubt the course they were on but he sure as hell wasn't paid to like it. Even if there was pay for liking it there would be no way it was enough. He shook his head once again. No good. No matter how much he thought about it there was no way that he could be happy about his son leaving.

"It sucks." Riku said as he approached the brooding young man.

"No kidding." Sora said as he stood with his hands buried in his pockets.

"No matter what preparations we made, no matter how much we told ourselves it would be okay, it still hurts now that it's here." His silver haired friend commented. They stood together silently watching the sea. Each lost in thoughts of the future.

"It's a boarding school according to Chip and Dale." Their intelligence gatherers had worked overtime to find this out. Then again who paid attention to two chipmunks?

"Really?"

"Yep. Magic school. In a world that doesn't believe in magic there is a small colony of wizards and witches. Trillions of people on the planet with barely a fraction of that as magicals." Sora stated. The idea of a world with that many people stunned Riku into silence but Sora wasn't finished.

"Apparently, ten years ago the greatest Dark Lord in a century, was killed one night under mysterious circumstances. The people believed that their savior was a young child named Harry Potter." He looked askance at his friend. The green eyed man nodded to him to continue.

"Sadly he disappeared in the event leading people to believe he had been spirited away or destroyed saving them. The state of their world is terrible. Purebloods, wizards that can trace their lineage back several generations, harbor a great fear and hatred of 'muggles'. Nonmagicals. Halfbloods are even more disliked." They both shuddered at that thought. That kind of unreasoning hatred breeds Heartless. Heartless breed Nobodies. Not a pleasant thought.

"We're sending him in as a wolf among sheep you know." Riku commented wryly. Sora blinked at him in confusion.

"Whaddya mean?"

"If they mistake him for a simple 'halfbreed' he'll feed them the Keyblade." The young man commented with finality. Somehow, that made his father feel better.

End Chapter

Author's Notes: Next chapter will show him going to Diagon Alley for the first time. The next chapters will be better fleshed out but I wanted to get this idea out before it left me. Please come back again!