*None of the characters listed belong to me, in real life. Only in my mind…*

Harry Potter.

We all have heard of him one way or another, either by the books, the movies, that one friend of your's who is humming the Hogwarts theme no matter where they go… Perhaps you even ARE that friend.

No matter what way you have found yourself encountering the name, it doesn't matter. But, there's a story to be written, yes? Now, only the path has to be decided.

Some choose to change one small variable, changing the entire storyline. Others make more… Startling alterations. This story could be one of them. It might be in the former category. However, one thing is for certain.

This story probably won't be the best. Still interested? Go right on ahead.

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Vanitas was a bit more than upset. Pissed? No. Just…Mad? Yeah, that worked. Here he was, traveling across to different worlds, to see which ones had a deep hold, or were about to be consumed, by the Darkness. And that. Was. BORING. Sure, sometimes he would find one world that was having an epic battle over it, trying so desperately hard to resist, before collapsing into anarchy. But that was rare. Like, one out of a hundred worlds rare. And so far, it wasn't like there was anything to see, or do. Sighing, he ran a hand through his extremely spiky hair.

So, now what? He could always head back, or-

He looked back, spotting a rather interesting, magic filled realm. This was new. Maybe he went farther than he first thought he did. Reaching out, he accessed, and went into the world, landing in a house. It wouldn't be too far off to say that some great force of Darkness seemed to have somehow entered, yet it wasn't like him. It was more…Contained?

No. Subdued, perhaps. Either way, it wasn't near as bad for any Keyblade wielders from other worlds to take notice, which was kind of good. Good because then he could absorb the darkness without any interferen-

A wail came from one of the rooms where the darkness was thickest. It sounded a lot like…A young child's. A very, very young child's cry. Vanitas couldn't help but wonder if Xehanort had pulled something without him knowing. If this was some test…

Oh, to hell with it! Summoning Void Gear, he slashed through the door- because it was locked. Not because he forgot he could just open it, obviously-, and had to hold back a gasp of what would be shock, and perhaps a bit of horror.

There was a lady's body on the ground, eyes open and dulled. While there wasn't any blood, you could tell that she had died not too long ago. Next was the baby crib. The kid was still alive, thankfully, but now carried a red lightning bolt scar on his forehead, crying out to a person who was long gone. A shaggy mop of dark hair just barely covered it up, his eyes widening to reveal emerald green eyes. Looking to the side, he could see the remains of a- now broken- heart, with little to no light left in it. What peaked Vanitas' interest, though, was one of the pieces was nestled inside the boy's forehead, reeking of the foul blackness.

Thinking for a moment, the Dark Half considered taking the darkness away, when a loud creak met his ears, followed by shouts. Uh. This would have to be saved for another day. Conjuring a Dark Corridor as quickly as he could without making much noise, Vanitas left the world, thinking. He'd have to keep an eye on this one. If only because of the threat of Darkness hanging over the child, and the world. Should he tell his master about this, on the other hand… Well, it wasn't like anybody else knew about this. And he doubted Xehanort would care much, with how fascinated he was with the X-Blade. No, not fascinated, obsessed. That was probably the only reason he had kept him around. And he didn't pay much attention to him in the first place, so it didn't seem too far of a stretch if he did choose to watch over the kid.

Now, if only he had map with him...

Short, yes. Bad, maybe. Insane of me to even THINK of writing this? ...Perhaps. Thoughts would be very much appreciated, no matter what way you see it.