Magic Hidden In The Heart

Crossover: Kingdom Hearts x Harry Potter

Summary: After Harry nears the very end of his second year, he starts to have a reoccurring dream that not only confuses him but makes him yearn to learn more. However, he didn't think trying to find answer as to why HE'S having them would lead him to explore different worlds to learn the truth!? And maybe, he can also find love on the way

Pairings: Undecided

Warnings!: Will have a short scene of physical abuse! If it triggers you, then you can skip it or click back space. Will have Yaoi as pairing for Harry. Will add warnings as I write. Thank you! Also I have no Beta and if you have a problem with my story/way I write or if you want to ask a question, please be polite about it. And Review and tell me what you think. ;D

Chapter 1: The Dream

Harry could only observe as he stood by like an outsider looking in, unable to move or speak as the scene in front of him unfolded right before his emerald eyes. The desolate and bleak area reminded the young wizard of a cross between a desert and graveyard as the sandy and rocky terrain was riddled with what Harry believed to be hundreds of thousands of blurred out swords sticking up from the ground, as if a large number of soldiers had fought and died, only leaving their weapons behind as a sign of their gruesome demise. Clouds the color of twilight expanded across the sky and cast a mild shadow among the earth below causing anticipation to crawl it's way into his chest as his stomach sank as if it were made of led. Alarms rang in the back of his mind as his gaze redirected itself from the scenery to the group of people located in the only large stretch of land that wasn't covered in the weaponry of the deceased.

Two people stood on the opposite side of the other three, their figures vague and lightly hazy around the edges as if Harry were looking at them through a smudged piece of glass. He watched as one of the two individuals, who was most likely the others leader, began to gesture toward the numerous 'artifacts' surrounding them as they spoke. Their words came out muddled, as if he were listening to them from under water, creating a shiver of disgust to travel along his frozen form, malicious entente and sickening satisfaction practically oozed and dripped from their tone. The trio could only listen in growing horror and disbelief before it slowly turning into rage as the other continued on, not even caring about what they were revealing as the person behind them seemed to radiate amusement and malevolent glee at the trios reactions.

The alarms turned into deafening sirens through out his brain as his instincts warned him about the impending doom the three were about to face, causing him to try and break whatever hold was over his body, only for it to be in vain as dread and panic rose and filled his entire being. He could only observe helplessly as it finally reached the boiling point as a blinding light shown from the three individuals before it left,leaving them in what looked like full battle armor. The tallest in the middle of the trio stopped the smallest from charging by holding out their left arm then charged their self while having the other two stay back. The leader of the duo cackled before making the earth rise under the charging figure as they leaped at the leader, causing the 'pillar' of earth to smack them when they were in mid-air and wind them from the hit before an even larger pillar formed under the leader and rose far above the trio with a smug 'aura' hanging around them like a bad perfume.

Harry continued to struggle against his invisible 'bonds' as the clouds quickly turned into angry gray as the leader's 'servant' attacked the other two of the trio by manipulating the swords around them to 'surf' the deadly blades into them and attacking them directly as well. He made a quick observation that the sword's 'blade' didn't end in a point but like that of a key before pushing it to the back of his mind as unimportant as the 'battle' degraded rapidly against the trio with magic being flung around by both sides. It continued on for some time before the smallest member tried to attack the leader from behind only to be caught by the back of the head and held above the ground with terrifying easy.

"No, "Harry thought with fear and terror gripping his heart as the other screamed in agony, "no no no no nononono!".

He increased his struggles not even noticing when his magic started to react with his emotions and caused sparks to jump from his body as he could only watch as the leader's 'minion' stood behind them and peered at the smallest member of the trio as the leader froze them in their grasp, causing them to stop mild scream. The sparks increased in size, scorching the ground and leaving gashes behind as that bastard threw them off the side of the small, crude mountain sized platform they created.

" NOOO! "

Harry didn't even notice as whatever kept him immobile 'shattered' at the same time the figures 'helmet' shattered against the side of the rocks on the way down. His body moved on auto pilot ,not noticing the tears running down his face, and ran toward were they fell, not even caring that the second tallest member was already there to check on them as he prayed to every god he knew of that they were okay.

He was only able to catch a small glimpse when he reached them and saw the most beautiful pair of sapphire blue eyes he had ever seen before his world went black...

Harry suddenly shot up from his bed as he gasped, he eyes wide and unseeing as he shook from the blind terror and adrenaline that coursed through his veins and chest. Moisture glistened across his brow as it rolled down the side of his face and disappeared into his over-sized shirt that stuck to his skin like glue, the humid air not helping as it started to rapidly cool causing him to start feeling sticky from the dried sweat.

" This is the 9th time I've had the same dream every night since five days before Hogwarts ended... and it's not even been a full week here yet either... "He thought to himself tiredly with a soft sigh, pushing away the longing he felt to try and find clues to tell him more about his reoccurring dream, and the little hope that he would be able to finally see who that figure was if he did.

He rubbed his face as he finally calmed down from the nightmare he was swiftly forgetting until the only thing he remembered were those enchanting eyes and his heart aching with longing, hoping that they were safe and alright. He dropped his hand and glanced at Hedwig's cage, glad he hadn't woken her or his 'relatives' up from his dream. He gave a slight flinch as the last of the adrenaline and terror fled his system, leaving behind the aches and pains from Vernon's 'welcome back' gift from his second year at Hogwarts.

The 12, almost 13, year old laid back down gently on his lumpy mattress and flat pillow as to not aggravate his wounds and stared at the cracked off-white paint that covered his ceiling. He wished that Dumbledore would actually listen when he tried to tell him about how these people treat him, instead of just patting his head and saying 'that it couldn't be that bad' and 'after all they are family'. Harry thought he needed to quit whatever the hell he's smoking and wake up and smell the Earl Grey; just because someone is related by blood doesn't make someone family. Unfortunately, Dumbledore thinks what he knows is best for him and basically left him in this absolute hell hole.

Maybe he'll be able to survive until the Weasley's can come and take him back to the Burrow for the rest of the summer, then he stopped and thought about how bad his wounds were on the 1st day he was back and winched. He was barely able to reach his room before he almost passed out from the pain, he didn't think he would be able to take another beating like that without potions to help him with the worst of it, potions he had already used so he'd be able to function the next day and do his chore list to Petunia's satisfactory and avoid another punishment.

These people were sadistic as fuck, and they think he's the freak? Let's add insane and delusional to that list to describe them as well.

Harry pushed all thought of his relatives out of his mind before he turned his head and glanced at the worn digital clock on his old, beat up dresser. The red numbers glared 3:00 am at him and he bit back a curse as he realized he only had about three hours before the banshee screeched at him to get up and make them breakfast. He breathed in then out before he tried to get a bit more comfortable and closed his eyes with a small yawn.

After all, he'd need all the sleep he could get living in this mad house.

A week later and Harry wanted to scream. Egypt. The Weasley family were in Egypt, and wouldn't be back until the near end of the summer holidays. Though he didn't blame them for wanting to visit their family, and he was happy for them...he was stuck with the Dursleys for essentially the rest of the damn summer. Perfect.

He gave a low growl in his throat as he scrubbed the dishes of the stains that were left over from the food he cooked, his mood especially foul from the news he had gotten not even hours before. He breathed through his nose and bit his lower lip to help control his temper as he finished the dishes and dried them before making his way to the cabinet the plates belonged in when the Dursleys weren't stuffing their fat faces, horse like for Petunia, without breaking them. Alas, it sadly wasn't meant to be. Dudley, who looked more like a baby killer whale in a wig then human, came into the kitchen as Harry was halfway to the cabinet and didn't see the cruel grin that stretched across his hideous face. Before he knew it, Dudley had pushed him causing the plates to fly out of his hands and onto the floor with resounding 'smash!' causing him to start cussing out Dudley in his mind.

" Mummy! Daddy! The freak broke some plates on purpose! " He squealed like the pig he is with a grin, his yellow teeth looking even nastier from the kitchen lighting.

" BOY!" Vernon bellowed from in the Lounge where he was watching the Telly. His thundering footsteps shook the house as he made he way into the kitchen, his mustache bristling and face an unhealthy, nauseating prune color in his rage. Harry made sure to look at the ground to make sure he didn't see his glare and clinched his jaw so he wouldn't make it any worse.

" Yes, Uncle Vernon. " He replied, making sure to keep his voice compliant and posture passive so as to not set him off even more, even though the only thing he wanted to do was curse the bastards within an inch of their miserable lives.

"We took you in, gave you food and clothes out of the money in our pockets and the goodness of our hearts and this is how you repay us normal, civilized, people you freak! By destroying our Property! " He roared in his face, spittle flying as his face turned an even darker purple.

Harry snarled at him in his mind with a look of disgust, not letting his thoughts of what he really thought of the blubbering fools he believed they were in his most humble opinion to show on his face. He braced himself mentally for what was to come, as he knew he wouldn't be able to get out of a beating this time. Vernon grabbed him and threw him on the broken dishes before starting to punch and kick where ever he could reach, making the glass shards cut into him and causing Harry to quickly protect his vital regions so nothing important could be damaged to badly.

Profanities poured out from the Walrus' mouth as he continued to rain down blows on Harry while Dudley was laughing and cheering his dad on, his revolting watery blue eyes a light with sadistic glee. For what felt like hours to Harry, but were really minutes, he finally stopped beating him though he didn't uncurl from his protective position just in case Vernon wasn't done.

"Clean puff up puff this puff mess, Boy. Wheeze Are puff you'll puff regret it. No food for pant four days, and you'll pant be locked in your room! " He snarled at him between his wheezing and panting to catch his breath before making his way back into the Lounge with Dudley following, but not before giving Harry what he thought was a smug smirk but really just made him look constipated.

He waited a couple of moments before he uncurled himself generally and slowly stood up and checked the damage. Cuts and scraps decorated his arms where he tried to brace himself and along the side he landed on. His arms, legs, and back would also be covered in a generous amount of colorful bruises after a little while along with the lucky glance he got in near the top of his cheek and a small cut on his temple that was bleeding a bit. It didn't take more then a minute to category most of his wounds before he turned his attention to the kitchen door where Petunia was waiting with the cleaning supplies. She looked at him with the same distasteful watery blue eyes as her son, and gave him an affronted look and sniff before leaving, as if it was his fault that Dudley decided to be an asshole and for Vernon beating him.

And people wondered why if they died he'd happily piss on their graves for the hell they made his childhood.

Harry scolded to himself as he worked to slowly clean up the blood and broken glass, all the while thinking about how since the start of the summer and those dreams his already thin hold of his emotions had gotten even thinner. Not even thinking up painful ways to get back at the Dursleys didn't help! He gave a tired sigh as he slumped his shoulders, making sure he got everything while he was cleaning before putting up the materials he used. Checking once more that he didn't get any fresh blood from his arms and side on the floor he quietly walked up to his room and closed the door.

He gently took the shards that were in his arms and side out and threw them away in the trash. After making sure he got them all, he used the very last bit of potions he had at hand to make sure his wounds wouldn't get infected before he expertly wrapped them and his bruises with the muggle medical supplies he kept in his room.

He checked the time and sighed with relief, 9:57 pm glowed back at him, reminding him that he didn't have to do anything else for the day.

He had let Hedwig out to hunt earlier so she wouldn't be back yet, and he could finally rest and relax for a small while. However he couldn't, and with a groan he stood up and knelt down beside his bed and carefully removed the hidden floorboard that kept his most important belongings hidden. He pulled out a small pouch with a Unlimited Expansion Charm on a string, which he placed around his neck, that held his Invisibility Cloak, Album, and his mother's old school truck, which was able to shrink thankfully, that he found hidden in the attic covered in dust after his first year. He reached in one last time and withdrew his Holly wand with his right before he replaced the board back over in it's rightful place, and sat back on his bed.

Harry laid back gently on his side after hiding his pouch under his large shirt and placed his Holly wand under his pillow with his right hand still wrapped around it. A few minutes later he heard the Dursleys go to their rooms and sleep. When he checked the time later it showed a red 10:32 pm and bit his lip. Hedwig still hadn't come back from hunting and he was starting to worry. His thoughts twisted and turned in his head before it came once again to that dream, or nightmare more accurately. He still hadn't made any progress, not that he thought he would have here, but it was rather disheartening that he wasn't able to see the people in the dream clearer then the first night he dreamed of them.

He rubbed his head with his left hand on the opposite side of where his cut was and thought of how unusual it was for him to act like this, but this mystery and yearning he felt was driving him insane from being unsolved! He did feel a little guilty for not disclosing the dreams to Ron or Hermione, but it just...felt more personal, and more intimate then he felt comfortable sharing with anyone. As he contemplated on what he should do he, without realizing it, began to slowly sank into Morpheus' arms but he couldn't get his musings out of his head, not knowing the affect it will have in his near future.

" Even if it's only once... Or just for a short while...I want to meet you... and get to know you...please..."

And just when he fell into a peaceful sleep...a blinding flash brightened the room before slowly disappearing...and in the aftermath...Harry was gone...