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Harry Potter/ Kingdom Hearts Crossover

Warning... contains SLASH!

Summary: Sent to Azkaban for the most stupid reasons, Harry Potter was completely bored out of his mind as he lay on the cot of his cell, staring blankly at the ceiling. ...Then the heartless came.

A.N. Actually I wasn't going to upload this story but then I was like, what the heck, it's not going to get any better and thus I might as well upload and be done with it. :D Hope you guys like it as much as I liked daydreaming about it XD

Prologue.

The screaming started again.

Harry sighed, emerald eyes nonchalantly fixed on the cobwebbed ceiling, once more wondering whether he was ever going to see the outside world again. Preferably before they carted him out in a coffin and tossed his lifeless body into the ocean.

Another part of him however had long given up this hope. He had been in Azkaban so long, if there was any chance of getting out it would have already happened. In any case though, this half of him didn't care anymore. Azkaban no longer had the same effect on him as it had years ago. The thought that he would spend the rest of his wretched life in here had also lost its power over him. It no longer bothered that he had been thrown in prison for the murder of one Tom Marvolo Riddle. And it certainly didn't bother him that the key witnesses of his 'trial' were his so-called best friends and family – witnesses of his 'descent into darkness'. In fact, it still made him laugh every time he thought of how they described his 'journey down the dark path' just like it did the first time they mentioned it. Though it supposed it didn't help his sanity case when he had burst into laughter in court. Oh well. It didn't matter. It didn't matter they had betrayed him. He was completely over it.

And it certainly didn't hurt anymore when he thought about it. Really.

The screaming grew louder.

"Potter!"

Harry lazily turned his head to the side, squinting as he tried to make out the figure in the shadows running towards him. Had the corridor always been this dark?

"Potter, listen closely," the guard practically shouted, hands fumbling with the large ring of keys in his hand while his eyes glanced over his shoulder every so often nervously, "You're really powerful aren't you?" Harry watched in confusion as the guard seemed to finally find what he was looking for as he shoved the dulled silver key into Harry's cell lock, "Here's the deal; I get you out and you protect me. Got it?!"

Harry stared at him, eyebrows wrinkling in bafflement as he slowly sat up, protect him? ...from what? And then he saw it.

Just down the corridor, the last remains of any light was being swallowed up like a swarm of locusts across a field. It was slow but inch by inch, the edge of the shadow drew ever closer, the screaming starting to die down as it swallowed each and every prison cell in its wake as it glided down the corridor to the final cell. Harry's cell.

Ignoring the guard's screams of terror, Harry actually stood and took a step forward to get a better look, curiosity overriding common sense. At first he wondered if the dementors had starting mating, making the mini-dementors he could see now. But then he realised that wasn't right: there wasn't that certain feel the dementors gave off as they feed off their victims and since when did dementors start spawning anyway? As the creatures drew closer, he then wondered if the creatures were in any way related to house elves. They were quite similar in appearance... if you discounted the fact that they were completely black in colour, had beady glowing yellow eyes and were not dressed in an assortment of non-clothing like pillow sacks or something... In fact, they weren't dressed at all...

Suddenly one of them darted forward, digging its tiny claws into the guard. With one last ear-piercing scream, the man stilled completely and crumpled to the floor with a loud thump, glossy eyes still wide open. A sudden flash of bright light made Harry wince and blink but he didn't miss the glowing pink heart that rose from the unmoving body which disappeared in another flash of blinding light.

At this point, many strong men would be shaking terror at what would be the end. Harry however stood there, calm. This hadn't been the way he had expected to die but he was glad for it. It certainly will be a lot less tortuous to die this way than rotting away in prison. Yes, Harry was ready... and welcoming.

Another small creature broke from the large group that had all stopped to stare at him with their yellow gaze. The creature moved forward until he was right in front of the emerald-eyed man and started to stare at him too. Harry felt confusion welling up inside of him again; why hadn't it attacked him yet? And why does it seem strangely familiar...

After what seemed like forever, the creature motioned to Harry, turned and jumped towards its brethren before turning and motioning to Harry once more.

"You... want me to follow you?" Harry asked, voice croaking from the lack of use. The creature nodded before starting to walk the opening path as the rest of the creatures split into two groups. Silently Harry began to follow, unsure of what else to do. After an age of walking (his legs were weak from lack of use), they finally reached the door to the outside. Following the creature outside, he froze in shock as he took in the scene around him. Azkaban was longer an island surrounded by endless ocean – it was now an island surrounded by endless nothing.

Gingerly edging forward, he carefully looked over the edge of the island seeing nothing but a black abyss. The rock and water around the whole island had fallen away leaving the island practically flying in space. What in Merlin's name was going on?

A light tugging on his pants leg made him look to his side. Despite the fact they all looked the same; Harry just knew this was the same creature as before. It had that certain familiar feel to it, a familiar feel that reminds him of... "Dobby?!" Harry rasped incredulously.

The creature smiled at him, seeming very pleased that Harry had finally recognised him. It moved forward, hugging Harry's leg tightly, Harry kneeling down and hugging him in return, knowing the house elf was no doubt the only one alive left in the world that believed in him, "Dobby, what happened to you? And what's going on? What's happened to Azkaban?"

The creature just shook his head lightly and without warning pushed the wide-eyed Harry over the side.

And as he fell into the darkness, the familiar voice floated in his mind, Dobby never forget the great Harry Potter sir who free Dobby. Now, be free Harry Potter sir, be free.

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