Hey, guys! I know, I'm chucking out a story AGAIN. That's THREE times in the last, like three days! My creative juices are just going and going. I know what you guys are thinking: "Goddammit, Emily, why can't you FINISH a project for once!" I know, I know…Senioritis is way overdue. But I can't help it! Once I wanna do something, I wanna DO SOMETHING. Which is rather obvious, given this RIDICULOUSLY CRACK CROSSOVER FIC I'm giving you.

Basically, this is a oneshot/drabble. But the story is happening over the course of seven years. Seven years, seven chapters. Each chapter is just basically highlighting the important bits of their relationship. This is an AkuRoku story. Although it features other characters from both worlds, they aren't REALLY involved in the plot. So…yeah. Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belong to Square Enix and Disney, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I'm just borrowing.

*EDIT 4/29/14* I'm going to be updating Chapters 1-5 for grammatical errors and sentence structure, since as many of you know, I'm complete rubbish at proofreading.

YEAR ONE

From the first moment he entered Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Roxas Strife knew that he could not stand Axel Flynn.

Now, generally speaking, Roxas tried to get to know people before immediately deciding to hate their guts, but there was just something about Axel that'd made him tick, in an irrational sort of way that he could never fully explain. He could've given you a dozen reasons right off the bat. Axel Flynn was arrogant, rude, cocky, way too tall…hey, nobody said these reasons were legitimate.

Roxas and Axel's first meeting took place on the Hogwarts Express; the first day of their very first year. Roxas' parents, who were both muggles, had driven him to King's Cross Station extra early, to be sure he didn't miss the train. He'd stared up at the scarlet vehicle in awe, eager to get inside as quickly as possible, so that he could go to a special school for people who were magical.

Given that, he was among the first to book a compartment. After setting all his things down, he went outside to say goodbye to his mum. When he returned, there were two other boys in his compartment. One was slightly chubby, with a round face and a nervous demeanor. He sat as far away as he could from the other boy, holding his quivering toad and looking like he was already regretting his choice of seating. The other boy was his polar opposite. He was thin, lanky, had a much narrower face, and carried an extremely confident aura. Much unlike the stiffened, nervous one, he was sprawled lazily across Roxas' seat, and was levitating Roxas' things in midair.

Roxas didn't really mind that there was another kid in his seat. Those things happened, right? He didn't mind that nobody had asked his permission to join the compartment. He got it. Everybody had to sit somewhere, and he probably would have done the same thing if the only available compartment already had a trunk inside. What he did mind was that the boy was still playing with his stuff, and he made no sign of stopping any time soon.

But Roxas' mother had brought him up to be polite, so he said, albeit rather stiffly, "Excuse me, could you please stop enchanting my trunk?" he threw in a nervous giggle. "The last thing I want is for it to fly away."

The boy with wild red hair didn't take his eyes away from the floating trunk as he replied in a heavy Scottish accent, "What? Don't you trust me?"

"Frankly I don't," said Roxas, folding his arms, "I don't even know you, yet you think it's all right to play with my things before asking, or even knowing my name. Won't you at least look at me while I'm talking to you!?"

Later, he would be told that once eye contact was broken, so was a spell. But prior to that, as far as he was concerned, the boy snapped his green eyes over to Roxas and unceremoniously dumped his trunk onto the floor. That was strike one. Then he curled his lips up and smirk at Roxas. Strike Two. "Frankly my dear, who says frankly anymore? You have got to relax. Look, I'll even scoot over so you don't have to sit next to tubby over there."

Strike three. Out.

"I'll pass," said Roxas coolly, sitting down next to the smaller, nervous kid. "Hi, I'm Roxas Strife."

"N-Neville Longbottom," he stuttered. Roxas reached his hand out in a friendly manner to shake hands with this Neville kid.

"And I'm Axel," said the redhead, even though he was obviously not invited to their conversation, "Got it memorized?"

"I'm trying my very hardest to forget," Roxas assured him.

The compartment door slid open and a short little girl with a bird's nest ponytail strode right in, dragging not one, but two trunks.

"Is it okay if I sit in here?" she asked. Before waiting for a confirmation she briskly heaved her luggage onto a higher rack and sat down next to Axel. "Oh, I do hope I haven't missed introductions. I'm Hermione Granger. I'm so excited to be going to Hogwarts. I'm muggle born, you know, so I thought I'd catch on a little bit extra early with my magic. Did you three know that they used to use portkeys to get to school instead of a train? I read it in Hogwarts, A History."

Axel sniggered. "Don't be so shy, now, Granger," he said sarcastically. Hermione turned scarlet and scooted away from him slightly.

"I'm muggle born too," Roxas piped up, earning a rather disapproving gaze from Axel. "I'm actually a little nervous. What about you two?" he said cordially to Neville, and Axel.

"Not a drop of muggle blood in my veins," said Axel smoothly.

Neville said quietly, "My family's magical too."

An awkward silence settled over them and the train began to move. For the first several minutes of their trip, Hermione altered the color of her fingernail polish as if unable to decide; Neville sat quietly and stared out the window.

Axel and Roxas glared at one another.

Not directly, of course, that would have been extremely awkward. But Roxas knew that the redhead was giving him just as many dirty looks as he was giving the redhead. Occasionally their eyes would fall upon one another, and they'd quickly go back to ignoring each other.

It wasn't until a little old witch with a snack trolley came wobbling up that anybody spoke.

"Would you like anything, dearies?" she asked nicely.

Hermione shook her head, and Roxas followed suit. He hadn't gone to the trouble of returning to Gringotts to get his money switched out to wizard money. At the moment he was wishing he was; there was a 5 pound note in his pocket and his stomach was grumbling.

"Licorice wand," said Axel, pulling out a small jingling satchel, presumably full of wizard's gold. So he was rich too. What a snob.

"Two chocolate frogs, and a pumpkin pasty, please," said Neville. It was the most Roxas had heard from him since meeting him.

Axel was grinning that stupid grin again.

"That all for you, Longbottom?" said Axel, smirking.

"No," Neville replied defensively. "The chocolate frogs are for Roxas."

"Huh?" said Roxas, "Y-you don't have to—"

Neville pushed the two little packages into his hands. "Just give me the cards, okay? Don't worry about it."

"Speaking of frogs," said Axel, pretending to check out his fingernails, "Where'd yours go off to?"

With each minute they had to spend searching the train for Neville's toad, Roxas' dislike for Axel grew more and more.

~o~

"Flynn, Axel," the woman called Professor McGonagall read the name off of her list of parchment paper. Roxas hadn't even been aware that Axel was a first year, like him. To have so much self-assuredness (and height) seemed more befitting to a more experienced student.

As the lanky boy with green eyes stepped fluidly up to the front of the room to be sorted, a pale, pointed faced boy standing next to Roxas spat, "Looks like one of those Weasleys."

Roxas didn't know what a Weasley was, but he couldn't very well ask, as the boy had not been talking to him.

"SLYTHERIN!"

The table to the far right cheered, and the boy whose name Roxas did not know said, "Oh. I guess not."

Axel strode with a confident grin over to the cheering table at the far left of the room. Roxas was really beginning to despise that grin.

He cheered when both Hermione and Neville were sorted into Gryffindor. He'd been told good things about Gryffindor, and bad things about Slytherin. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't come to the school biased, but he was hoping to be placed anywhere but with Axel now.

After the pointed blonde boy ("Malfoy, Draco," Professor McGonagall had introduced him as) was also sorted into Slytherin, Roxas was starting to get pretty nervous. Soon he'd have to go up there, in front of the entire school, to be sorted. He'd never tried magic before, what if the hat told him to go home? He might die of shame.

The hall went quiet as a skinny, black haired boy whose name Roxas had missed stepped nervously onto the platform. He took forever.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sorting hat bellowed, "GRYFFINDOR!" for the entire hallway to hear.

There were very few people left to be sorted at all. Just him and five other people. Ten seconds later, Roxas was seated on the stool, and the sorting hat was placed upon his head.

"Hmm, a brilliant mind," the hat whispered into his ear, "Ravenclaw? No, too lazy." Roxas turned red in hopes that nobody but him had heard that, "There's much potential, perhaps Slytherin? Perhaps not. Too selfless for your own good. I'm thinking GRYFFINDOR!"

Roxas sighed in relief as the rest of Gryffindor house cheered for him. Gryffindor. That sounded pretty good. He shook hands with about a dozen people, upperclassmen and first years alike before he was properly seated.

He found out what a Weasley was a minute later, when a redhead boy (not quite so red as Axel's, though, this color was more orangey and natural) approached the hat and was instantly sorted into Gryffindor. He was one of the last boys to be sorted, and he and his numerous brothers did not stop chatting through the rest of the ceremony.

Finally, "Zabini, Blaise" was sorted into Slytherin, and it was over, and Roxas was famished. The headmaster, stood up, and crossed to the front of the staff's table.

"Welcome," he said, his arms spread wide, "Welcome, to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin the banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak! Thank you."

Roxas laughed and clapped along with everyone else. He'd heard amazing things about Albus Dumbledore, plus he was rather giddy after the sorting ceremony, he was still shaking. But his spirits were soon heightened tenfold as meals of all kind appeared on the golden plates. He cheerfully stuffed his face with all of his favorite dishes as he got to know the people he was seated near. Neville and Hermione were both seated farther down the table, near the Weasleys, so Roxas made conversation with people closer to them.

By the end of the feast, he had become acquainted with a brunette his size named Sora, a second-year named Hayner Finnigan, a boy who somewhat resembled Neville named Pence, first year; a tall boy with silver hair named Riku, who apparently was already friends with Sora, a blonde-haired girl named Naminé, who had a twin brother named Tidus.

As Dumbledore came back up to make his real speech (everyone was keener to listen with full bellies) Roxas stole a glance over to the Slytherin table. Axel was sitting there, ignoring Dumbledore completely and chatting idly with a mulleted first year whose name Roxas thought was Demyx Abbott, and a black haired girl with a rather pinched face.

Axel met eyes with him, flashed him a rather rude finger gesture, accompanied by a wink, and turned back to talk to his friends again. Anger boiled up at Axel's blatant disrespect toward the headmaster before he realized that he was ignoring Dumbledore too. So he turned his undivided attention back to the elderly wizard and he tried to put aside all thoughts of Axel Flynn.