Hey there, my life has been pretty busy so I haven't had a lot of time to write. I'm publishing this to see if there is any interest in the concept. If there is then I will try to update again soon. Happy reading, I hope that you enjoy it!
Billowing smoke from a village that had become an inferno numbed Harry's senses and distracted him from his mission. His mission, what was that again? He stumbled through debris as he tried to escape the murderous cloud but, no matter how many steps he took, he was denied the freedom he sought. Although his body cried out for rest, Harry knew that he could not stop.
The jets of light that had started the fires had continued to ripple through the haze like treacherous multi-colored lightning bolts. An emerald green jet of light flew over Harry's right shoulder causing a new fire to erupt. Harry lost his balance when he threw his momentum away from the blaze and was unable to prevent his head from smashing into an overturned cart that had not yet ignited. Digging deep, the young man was able to pull himself to hits feet and continue his escape.
Each step was labored and became more difficult; the lack of oxygen and head injury made Harry dizzy and lethargic. Still, he persevered and after several long, stumbling minutes he could begin to make out a light through the thickening smoke that shone to boom like a beacon. Battling the urge to give into sleep, Harry pressed forward as he sought the light. Several more minutes pass and his steps become still more labored, yet he still finds strength to drag one foot in front of the other while continuing his march.
Just as Harry's strength faltered, he broke through the smoke and was able to gaze upon the beacon that he had followed. Shining proudly above all the carnage was a skull with a snake winding out of its mouth. In the last seconds before he lost conscientiousness, Harry was struck by a powerful sense of unease.
Hours later…
"…but he's done nothing wrong. We can't just leave him here!"
"Sora, we don't know him…" one voice answered.
"He could be dangerous," another voice quacked.
"That may be so, but I think we need to give him a chance. Besides, with the three of us together there is nothing we can't do." Sora assured his comrades.
"Sora's right, all for one and one for all!" exclaimed the first voice.
"Aw, phooey," responded the third voice in reluctant acceptance. The conversation had roused Harry from his slumber and the young man began to panic when he opened his eyes and was greeted by darkness.
"My eyes, I can't see," Harry shouted as he attempted to raise his arms his face. However, no matter how he struggled, his arms would not budge. "What's going on? Why can't I move my arms? Who are you?"
"Calm down, we don't want to hurt you. We'll take turns answering questions. I'm Sora, I'm on a quest to find my friends. What's your name?"
Harry wriggled into a sitting before he responded, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter. I'm also on a mission but I can't remember what that mission is." Harry's admission caused Sora to raise his eyebrows and exchange looks with Donald and Goofy. "I heard three voices, who else is there and why can't I move my arms?"
"Donald and Goofy are my partners, we travel from place to place helping when were can. You can't move your arms because Donald cast a gravity spell which attracts your arms to your body. We just have to be sure that you aren't going to attack us like the group we fought when we arrived here. You don't seem like the type to attack innocent people but we don't know how to distinguish the members of that group from the run-of-the-mill citizen," Sora explained. "Do too know of anything that could help us?"
Harry's face scrunched in concentration, he appeared to be thinking very hard. "I can't remember. Every time that I start to think about ways to identify that group my mind goes blank. I feel like a part of me is missing but I don't know what part."
"Aw, shucks. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find that missing part in time," Goofy assured as he removed the blindfold that had been covering Harry's eyes. Harry blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the midday sun. Once he could see again, his eyes focused on his captors and his jaw dropped. Standing next to a boy, who seemed to be about Harry's age with spiky, light brown hair, blue eyes, black clothes, and yellow shoes, there was a man-sized dog with droopy ears dressed as a knight who held a shield and a four foot tall duck that carried a sturdy-looking staff with a series of spheres that resembled a water molecule on the top. "Donald and Goofy... You're not humans?"
"Goofy here," indicated the dog. "and we're guilty as charged but it isn't what's on the outside that's important."
"Yeah, it's what's on the inside!" Donald agreed with a wink.
"Well, thanks for helping me. Can you remove the spell holding my arms? I promise that I won't try anything."
Donald looked to Sora who nodded in consent before tapping Harry's chest with the end of his staff. The moment the staff made contact, Harry felt his binding release. "Thank you. You said earlier that you traveled from place to place helping people, could I travel with you? Maybe I can find what I've lost along the way."
Sora's toothy grin gave way to a small frown as he contemplated Harry's question. "Harry, I really hope that you find what you're looking for but it may not be possible for you to come with us."
Harry opened his mouth to protest but was silenced when Sora held out his right hand and, after a burst of light, materialized a a sword shaped like a key. "This is a keyblade, because of it I can safely travel where other people can't. It protects me and those who travel with me from accidentally causing irreparable damage. Unfortunately, it can only protect three people at a time. We can't take risks; the first time that someone traveled without the protection of a keyblade resulted in a world being destroyed and the heartless being freed."
Harry was utterly perplexed by Sora's explanation. "A world being destroyed? Heartless? What are you talking about? The world is fine..."
"Harry?" Donald prompted. "You still there?"
"Uh, yeah. It happened. I said something and my mind went blank," Harry answered. "What were we talking about?"
Sora cast quick glances at Donald and Goofy before he replied. "Nevermind, where were you going Harry? There doesn't seem to be much around here."
Harry looked at the keyblade in Sora's hand as he contemplated. "I'm not really sure, now that you ask."
"It's ok, you can come with us," Goofy supplied in a cheerful tone. Sora's head snapped toward Goofy. "Aw shucks, we can't just leave him alone."
Sora and Donald shared an exasperated look before Sora turned hits attention back to Harry. "How about we travel together until we get you somewhere safe?"
"Thanks, that sounds great."
"One more thing, Donald found a stick on you that he could tell had been used for magic. Are you some sort of sorcerer or magician?" Sora asked.
Harry's face set in concentration before relaxing. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
Donald moved close to Sora and lifted his staff toward the sky. "Cure" A green light emanated from the tip of the staff and green glow of the same shade surrounded Harry's body.
Harry flexed his arms experimentally before standing up and declaring, "I feel great. How did you do that?"
"A-hyuck, with magic," answered Goofy. "Donald is the leader of the king's magicians."
"Wow, thank you. I feel better than ever."
"Harry, can you tell me what this is used for?" Donald asked while pulling Harry's wand from a pocket inside his robes.
Once again, all expression was erased from Harry's face. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Harry, when we found you, you were unconscious about a mile away from the ruins of a small village. Can you remember how you ended up there," questioned Sora.
"I remember running through a really thick fog that seemed like it went forever. I knew they if I stopped I wouldn't make it, so I ran until I escaped. There was a light that I was chasing that showed me the way to run."
Sora, Donald, and Goofy exchanged looks while they processed Harry's answer. Goofy's brow furrowed before he asked, "Where was the light coming from?"
"The last thing I remember is a symbol that has been burned into my mind. A skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth shone brightly I'm the sky."
"That doesn't sound very nice," Goofy stated bluntly.
"No, we'll have to be on the lookout for people with that mark," added Sora.
"It felt evil," Harry said with a shudder.
"Ok, we'll keep our eyes open but we should get moving. Harry, where do you leave?" questioned Sora.
"I used to live in a place called Hogwarts but I haven't lived there in years. I live at a place called Grimmauld Place in northwest London, England. I can't explain it, but I know that we can't go to either place."
"Ok, Harry. Anyway, let's start moving. I'm getting antsy from the lack of action," declared Sora. The others nod and follow Sora's lead. Looking over his shoulder, he then adds, "I wonder why we have been brought here; hopefully we don't run into any of the members of Organization XIII. By the looks of that village there is already enough evil here, hopefully they don't show up and start causing more problems."