Of Wizards and Keyblades.
Disclaimer: Only one person owns Harry Potter, and it ain't me. Kingdom Hearts is owned by
SquareSoft and Disney Interactive.
Pairings: I dunno yet, but I could take suggestions...
Setting: In the middle of Harry's 5th year, and after Sora defeats Ansem and all the worlds separate.
Author's Note: I suggest that you read this story only if you have a good knowledge of Kingdom Hearts, and of course, Harry Potter.
Sora shivered in the cold rain. His usually gravity-defying brunette spikes were sagging, and his usually buoyant and peppy outfit was drenched and stuck to his body. He glared at the blackened sky, as though it were the cause of all of his problems. "And it's just my luck," he grumbled to himself, "that I get caught in a rainstorm."
He trudged up the nearest hill to get a better view of his location. He couldn't make out much through the haziness of the rain. "Oh bother, I think I'm lost." he muttered. Instantly his mind conjured up the image of his friend Pooh Bear, which darkened his mood with the thought of all of his friends that he would never see again. Blinking back hot tears, he chided himself for being so soft.
Sora continued his hike down the hill. 'I wonder where Donald and Goofy got to...' he worried, not remembering how they had gotten separated. All he remembered was a nice sunny afternoon on the Magic Kingdom's lawn, with him and his two pals sipping lemonade and chatting about King Mickey and Riku, then a big flash of white light, and BAM, in the middle of a sopping wet moor. Suddenly, he noticed that there was a thin line of what looked like trees ahead at the base of the hill. Sora hadn't seen them before, and before he had time to get suspicious, the forest surged up and surrounded him.
"What the-!" Sora was unable to finish his outburst when he heard a weak voice call out for help through the rain.
" Help.....anyone....help!" With every call, it grew fainter and fainter, as if its owner was on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Where are you? Keep talking so I can find you!" Sora yelled, heading in the voice's direction. He trudged around soggy trees and through muddy puddles, until the almost undetectable sound appeared again.
"I'm here, over here..." and then it died completely, but Sora now had a good idea where it came from.
As he plowed through some brambles, Sora almost tripped over a sleeping figure propped up against a tree. It was a boy, around his age, maybe a bit older, with what looked like a sopping wet dress on. He was on the thin side, with dripping black hair. Blood oozed from a hidden wound under his hair, and dribbled down his right cheek. Sora cast a healing spell on him, but it wasn't powerful enough to pull the boy from his coma. Kneeling down, Sora pulled his head back and checked the dilated pupil of his left eye. 'Great, he's in shock.' he thought, but stared, mesmerized, at the bright emerald green of the boy's eye, and the wisdom and age swirling in the iris.
Sora sat back on his haunches, and calmed his heart rate down a bit, clearing his mind. He now could feel the intense magic of the forest, the was it stifled the air, and hypnotized his senses, making him totally aware of his body, mind, and spirit. He shook his head, and turned his thoughts to concentrating on the situation.
Sitting back, trying to think of a plan to get his new companion and himself to a safe, dry shelter, Sora stared hard at the boy, and finally noticed that under the wet raven curls on his forehead, there was an interesting lightning bolt scar...
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Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonagall charged down the castle lawn towards the Forbidden Forest, the two younger professors left in the dust as the bearded wizard practically flew across the rain-soaked grass. They could still hear the ward sirens blaring from the castle. There was an intruder on the grounds, and what was worse, Ron Weasley had informed McGonagall that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had gone missing. Ron had found a note left by Harry that explained that Voldemort had given him a vision of Hermione's kidnapping and torture, and to run to Dumbledore.
Snape had a bad feeling in his gut...something big was about to explode in their faces.
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Sora easily lifted the bleeding boy, and started hiking through the trees, and all the while, the Forest's magic amplified his senses, so he could hear the wood breathing, and he could smell the boy's blood and his....perfume?
Great. Now he was a bundle of nerves. 'There is someone else here...' he thought, trying to detect the place of the sweet smell. As Sora stopped, something shoved into his backside, which sent him five feet in the air, screaming like a howler monkey. After gaining control of his heart rate, he tuned in his nose to the faint smell of lavender and chamomile. And then he noticed a place where the rain did not pass through, but slid around. Grabbing the air, Sora lifted a quicksilver cloak, covering a girl on a levitated stretcher. The boy was attached to it by a silver thread of energy.
She gasped and stared at him with wide, chocolate eyes. "Are you alright?" he said, feeling her forehead, where a fever was burning its way down her body. It was obvious that she was nowhere near being alright. She was bruised, and her leg and wrist looked broken. She wore shreds of what used to be a nightgown, and her soaking wet hair clung to her head in a mass of tangles. She did not answer, but looked at Sora in surprise and terror. "Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt you. I want to help you and your friend." She did not respond, and he concluded that she was in a state of shock from her physical, and most likely mental, injuries.
After wrapping the girl back in the cloak, he pushed on, stumbling hear and there, until he could see the trees thinning and a monumental castle looming over them through the haze of the rain.
Voices shouted in the distance. "Here! Help over here!" Sora yelled, and the voices came nearer. He ran toward them as fast as he could under the growing burden of the boy and the trailing stretcher. The two parties met at the edge of the woods.
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The three teachers stared in amazement at the very... odd child standing before them. Rushing forward, they relieved him of the boy.
"There's a girl here, too." He said, pulling back the invisible cloak from the stretcher. McGonagall cried out in horror, and ran to the girl's side.
"Thank you child. Come with us into the castle, we will give you shelter. Harry and Hermione is in shock, they need to see Poppy immediately!" She said, and all six set off of the castle, shielding themselves and the unconscious children from the worsening rain.
Author's note: *Rings hands nervously* Well, what did you think? This is my first fanfiction. I would love some reviews and constructive feedback, but please, don't flame. I didn't see any Harry Potter/Kingdom Hearts fics, so I just had to give it a shot!