Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor Harry Potter. If I did, Roxas would've kicked Sora's ass, and Harry wouldn't have been a pushover unless the plot demanded it. Too each his own I suppose. Plot is mine though. Sooo, yeah. Only one that I'm going to do of these.
The Last Day
Chapter 1
As soon as the blonde teen stepped into the off-white room, he knew.
He knew that this was the end of his journey.
That didn't mean that he was going down without a fight however.
Oh no, Roxas would make sure to at least leave some impression before he went off into some great unknown.
Taking another few steps towards a large white machine that looked liked a hybrid between an egg and a flower, he was instantly welcomed with the sight of a familiar man clad in red.
As soon as the two made eye contact, the Keybearer immediately summoned his Kingdom Key with a flare of light into his lightly tanned hand, his sea blue eyes giving the man an icy glare.
Without so much as a word, Roxas rushed the cause for all of his problems, intent on at least hurting the man for resigning him to this fate.
Unfortunately, the man must have seen this coming, as when the blonde struck his body, all Roxas hit was air.
What the…
"I am sorry my boy, but I am afraid that you will be unable to be graced with my presence this evening," the man clad in red chuckled, sending another wave of anger through the blonde.
"Why are you doing this to me? I had a life! Friends! Family! And you took them away from me!" Roxas roared, rage evident within those sea blue eyes.
"A fake life! A fake family," the man reprimanded, showing no emotion to the boy's display.
All the man could do was scoff at the very notion of a Nobody such as him to actually feel anything.
He is but a puppet with his strings cut. Much like that of the girl. He will know his place.
"I find it amusing that you assume that your life was your own. Don't you know that you were never even meant to exist to begin with?"
"Says you! I don't give a crap about what you think, I'm a human being! What right do you have to deny my existence?" Roxas retorted, his voice cracking as a few unshed tears began to form in his eyes.
He would not cry. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction.
"Who am I? I am the one who will end your pitiful existence, and bring about the dawn of a new era! One filled with Light and happiness. A Nobody has no right to exist in my world," the man spat back, his amber eyes attempting to cut right through the boy's anger.
Roxas' nostrils flared at the insult, before he forced himself to calm down with a deep breath.
"I guess I'll never convince an old man to abandon his beliefs. What a pity…"
DiZ simply stood there, giving the boy a bored look, before he said, "There is nothing that you can do. So I suggest that you simply give up hope now, and join with Sora. It'll be better for all of us if the Nobody trash is gone from this world."
And with that, the man was gone.
Roxas glared at the spot where he had left, before he sighed and began walking towards the egg shaped machine that awaited him.
As soon as he was close enough, the machine began to emit a soft hum before it slowly opened to reveal a boy with clothes much too small for him and a smile upon his face. The brunette looked to be having a peaceful slumber, something that the blonde wished that he could be enjoying at the moment.
Why do you get everything, while I end up with nothing? he silently asked the boy, hoping to find some answer to his question.
When he found none, he irritatedly ran his fingers through his hair, before giving the "Savior" a half-hearted glare.
"You ruined me. You took my best friends from me, caused me to forget who I really am, and forced me to deal with a psychopath. Do you really expect me to thank you for that?"
Silence filled the room as Roxas finished his tirade.
As a faint light began to envelop the boy, a deep seeded fear of dying rushed through the blonde as he looked around for any avenue of escape.
There must have been something, anything for him to do.
But there wasn't.
"I don't wanna go," Roxas sobbed, before he felt a lurching in his gut and a twisting sensation behind his navel.
One moment, he was in the off-white room, the next, he was met with absolute darkness.
A scream sounded, as the boy was whisked away into the unknown.
Who knows what he would find there?
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Elsewhere
"Harry Potter," the old man whispered to the hall as he read the burned scrap of paper, allowing only those in the front most rows to be able to hear him.
"Harry Potter!" he repeated, much louder this time, eliciting a surprised gasp from the crowd.
And that's when all hell broke loose.
"What the f-"
"That's not fa-"
"-ot even seventeen ye-"
"-e cheated obvi-"
As the volume within the hall rose due to the latest development, one boy sat in complete shock in the middle of all of his closest friends.
M-m-me? This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening! he thought in a daze, not expecting this at all.
"Harry… Harry, for God's sake," Hermione harshly whispered, before she dragged him to his feet.
The girl's words were the wake up call that he needed, and the raven-haired boy mechanically began his walk past all of his schoolmates.
Dirty looks were thrown his way, people who had known for four years didn't even bother to look at him. A few people even secretly gave him the bird.
Needless to say it was not a good day to be the Boy-Who-Lived.
Not that the boy minded as much.
He had lived the past four years at Hogwarts under the ridiculous and slightly insensitive moniker, and yet another year of suspicion filled glares and fickle people wouldn't be new to him.
So then why did it hurt so much?
As soon as the boy reached the wise, old Headmaster thrust the piece of parchment into his hands, startling him a bit at the sudden action.
He didn't need to look down at it to know what it said, so he chose instead to accept the dreaded token and continue his "walk of shame" towards the trophy room that the other Champions were currently located.
Just before he reached the wooden door in the back of the Great Hall, an extraordinary thing happened.
The Goblet of Fire's flame turned from a dancing blue and white to a rolling sea blue, seemingly a unnoticeable difference to most, but something that both the Headmaster and those surrounding him picked up on.
All at once, a blinding white light filled the hall, causing those within it to quickly shield their eyes for fear of going blind.
The light lasted only a few seconds before it left just as soon as it had come, leaving behind one extra occupant in the hall; a sleeping boy with spiky blonde hair and a white jacket with baggy beige pants.
A collective gasp rang through the large room, while everyone stared at the new arrival in wonder.
While everyone stared at the boy, all Harry could think was, Thank God I'm not the only one getting screwed over.
Author's Note:
So I just had this idea in my head and I needed to get this out there. This story is now taking priority, as I have gone completely blank on what to do for Black Frost.
In other news, I am currently working on my own book. I hope that when/if I am finished, and it gets published, that you will partake the perilous journey with me.
As far as writing goes, I am going to assume a lot with your knowledge of both of these franchises, at least when it comes to appearances. Perhaps some plot as well. If you don't know it, look it up. Character bios are very easy to look at.
And with that, I bid you farewell for now! Thanks for reading, tell me what you think in the reviews!