Keyblade King Harry Potter!

Keyblades and Heartless!

„Muuah!"

Harry let out a huge yawn as he sat up from the place below the window of Privet Drive number 4. He looked still a bit sleepy but still sat up.

„Man, what a dream. I wonder what it meant?"

Harry thought a bit about the dream. The Voice, the magic-staff, the Imps and the giant Shadow. It had been a nice dream. If you compared it to his nightmares of seeing Cedric die or Quirrel turning into a pile of ash it had actually been rather pleasant. Deciding to walk around a bit to clear his head Harry slowly stood up and walked the street down. He was long gone when a loud cracking sound was heard and Vernon Dursleys head moved out of the window looking around with an angry expression on his face. But upon seeing nobody aside from other neighbours also looking he simply moved back in and continued to watch the news.

At the same time Harry walked through the streets of the town. His idea of clearing his head had not really worked. The entire time he had been forced to think about his situation. The dark Lord Voldemort had been ressurected just a short while ago and he had been carted back to his extremely unpleasant relatives. He had spent the entire summer trying to get information from his friends, the news and even the Internet. But it had not helped at all, the letters were useless and the news while informative sometimes had brought nothing about Voldemort. The only useful thing this summer had been the fact that he had gotten several summer-jobs from the other residents of Privet Drive and the surrounding streets. That had allowed him to get quite a bit of money.

Harry stopped before a General store whose owner he knew from the few times his aunt had taken him there. The old was a seventy-eight year old widower who had after the death of his son and grandson in a car-incident taken a shine to Harry. The Dursleys had allowed him to take a small side-job at the mans store in exchange for part of his salary. Which meant he had worked at the store since he was six. Of course only small things at first like watching the room while the man was in the backroom for new wares or sorting smaller things like sweets into their places.

Opening the door Harry stepped into the shop. It was Saturday which meant there was almost no business and Harry was not needed in the shop today. So he was a customer today. Looking around he saw several interesting new items. One thing he saw was a nice pocket knife, grabbing it he continued on and saw something he really liked. It was a very stylish black leather jacket.

„It´s a nice jacket, don´t you think Harry?"

Harry turned around to . The old man looked at him with a smile.

„Yeah it is. Where did you get it?"

had a small grin on his face as he answered in a very amused voice.

„I bought this jacket from a strange young man. The boy claimed it were a made from Dragon-hide, he was quite funny. He said he needed the money badly so I bought the Jacket from him. If you want you can buy it. It costs thirty pounds though.

Harry took another long look at the jacket and true, it looked exactly like the hideof the Horntail he met last year. He quickly took out his money and gave thirty-four pounds for both the jacket and the knife. The man simply took the money without counting showing his trust towards Harry.

Harry gave the old man a wave before leaving the shop wearing now the black Leather jacket. Looking at his reflection Harry was quite impressed. The jacket made him look a bit more mature and combined with the slight muscle he had gained from eating good and training for Quidditch he was sure he looked quite attractive to woman. Walking again through the town he finally arrived at the park and sat down on the swing. He spent roughly a hour on the swing simply thinking about his current situation when something happened. His cousin Dudley and his gang were walking along the edge of the park laughing and making rude gestures towards each other. Harry waited a bit before following them, he needed to arrive before Dudley at home or his uncle would close the door and he would need to sleep outside. It had happened before. He walked roughly five minutes behind them as finally the last of Dudleys friends walked off. Harry decided to talk to his cousin.

„Hey, Big D! Beat up a another ten year old?"

Dudley stopped and turned around looking at Harry with a annoyed expression.

„Shut it, Potter."

Harry gave a small smirk.

„What´s the matter. Everyone aside from your parents already knows that you are a Bully so speaking it out loud won´t change much."

Dudley grunted.

„Well, atleast I don´t talk in my sleep. Wuuäh, let Cedric live. Who is Cedric, your boyfriend?"

Harry turned first pale before growling at Dudley. He drew his wand and pointed it at his cousin who grew afraid.

„Don´t point that thing at me. You know that you aren´t allowed to use it."

Harry was just about to do as Dudley said and lower his wand when he felt it. His entire being turned icy, his breath turned visible from the cold and a deep rattling breathing was heard.

„WHAT IS THAT?"

Harry quickly looked into the direction his cousin pointed and saw what he already had feared would be there. Two Dementors were floating towards him and Dudley. Harry pointed his wand towards the Dementors and tried to cast the Patronus charm.

„Expecto Patronum."

Harry looked scared though as his wand didn´t react at all.

„Dudley run!"

Dudley looked scared at the creatures but upon hearing his cousins voice telling him to save himself something changed inside him. Dudley ran over to Harry and took up a boxing-stance with a determined expression on his face.

„No chance of me leaving you alone with those things Harry!"

Harry looked at his cousin with a astonished expression. He had honestly expected Dudley to run off and leave him to fight the Dementors alone. He blinked the tears which threatened to appear in his eyes down and got a determined expression on his face. Again he pointed his wand at the Dementors.

„EXPECTO PATRONUM."

The Dementors had almost been upon them when Harry again cast the spell. But instead of the Stag which represented his Patronus a blinding light appeared. When the light disappeared Harry looked astonished at what he held in his hand.

Harrys wand had disappeared. In its place was a red and golden key-like weapon. The hand-guards looked like Feathers, the shaft was red and golden striped and the teeth were pointed like Bird-beaks. At the end was a golden Key-chain with a single Feather which Harry would swear had been the Feather from inside his wand. (Keyblade: Phönix-blade; attack: 2, Magic: 4)

Dudley and Harry looked at the weapon in his hand when their attention was drawn to the Dementors again. The creatures let out a deep growling sound while looking at the weapon. Harry looked at the Dementors before his eyes sharpened and he ran towards them. He quickl stabbed the Blade at the chest of the first Dementor which caused it to be knocked backwards. Harry turned to the side and slashed the second Dementor over the chest. The creature screamed before it dissolved and a heart appeared from it flying to the sky. Harry then ran towards the first Dementor who just stood up again. With another quick slash the second Dementor screamed and also was destroyed. Harry curiously watched as another pink Heart flew towards the sky.

„What the hell happened here?"

Both Harry and Dudley turned around to see the neighbour looking at the spot where the Dementors had been.

„Oh, no! That damn Mundungus Fletcher, I will kill him! He was supposed to guard you."

Harry and Dudley looked at the old woman with confusion. Finally Harry decided to ask.

„What do you mean with he was supposed to guard me?"

let out a small sigh before looking at Harry.

„What do you think boy? That Dumbledore would let you walk around without guard now that You-know-who is back? I don´t think so."

Harry growled at that. So he had been watched by Dumbledores lackeys the entire time? That meant they knew how much he wanted news about Voldemort and not a single one decided to approach him.

„Well, i suppose there is no use at crying over spilt milk. Come boys, we need you to get back to your house."

At those words both Dudley and Harry walked behind though both kept their distance and looked at her with suspicion. Even Dudley knew that something was wrong if Harry was being followed without his knowledge. It took another five minutes but they managed to reach the Dursley house.

„Now Harry. Stay in the house and don´t leave. I suspect someone will come and get you now that you have been attacked here."

Harry gave a nod towards before he and Dudley walked into the house. His aunt looked Dudley over in worry but as he was unharmed she quickly walked off to make some food. Harry on the other hand had quietly walked upstairs into his room and looked over his new weapon. It was a strange weapon but he managed to recall his dream. The first platform he had been on with his own image also had a Key-like weapon though it looked different than this one. He sighed before putting the weapon on his desk. Looking at Hedwigs empty cage a moment he took of his clothes and started to sleep. His dream would cause him quite a bit of worry.


Far away, in a manor inside a small village called Little Hangleton took another event of note place. At a large table sat the dark Lord Voldemort. Before him were several of his followers, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Peter Pettigrew and Yaxley. Each of them was vitaly important for his conquest. Peter was an infiltration-master thanks to his rat-form, Lucius gave him monetary ressources, Severus made his potions along with his role as spy and finally Yaxley trained his recruits in battle-magic and curses.

He just was about to ask Severus for his newest report when something happened which made him spring up and draw his wand. A large purple and black hole in egg-shape appeared in the middle of the room. All four Death-eaters drew their wands and pointed it at the hole. But all five men grew pale as a person stepped out which they all knew. Voldemort couldn´t help the question he let out.

„Barty Crouch?"

Indeed. The roughly a month ago executed Death-eater walked towards his former master before going on his knee.

„Yes Milord. I have very important information for you."

Voldemort looked at his formerly dead servant before sitting down into his chair again.

„Very well. Tell me this information and how you survived your execution."

Barty grinned manically at his master.

„I didn´t really survive milord. The truth is different, the so called Dementors are actually apart of a race of beings called the Heartless. They are creatures made from the darkness of peoples hearts and they are always hunting for stronger hearts. These creatures have various powers.

What happened to me was that the Dementor ate my Heart and left my empty husk behind. This reulted in the creation of a different creature. A so called Nobody. If a person with a strong heart loses theirs then sometimes the empty husk gains it´s own will. This results in a Nobody, normally they don´t look human but a very powerful man decided to give me enough power to regain my human shape and sent me to make an offer to you milord."

Voldemort and the four Death-eaters looked at Barty Crouch with sceptical faces. Though when Barty summoned a Dusk which gave him a orb with Dark energy running through it they grew more interested.

„This milord, is a special orb which will allow the holder to control and use the Heartless however they wish. It also allows for the creation of Dark Corridors which can be used to travel to other worlds."

Voldemort took the Orb and used it to summon small Imp-like creatures into the room. It took only a single thought from him for the Heartless to disappear again.

„Very well. Tell me everything about this man and what he wants from me."

Barty looked at his master and nodded.

„He didn´t tell me his name but he called himself the „Shadow-man". It was a black-skinned man with a black mustache, a purple suit and a tophat. He said he was working for a man who wants to destroy all light in the worlds and for this he needs powerful generals for his army of Heartless. In exchange for your cooperation he will give you ressources, power and several worlds to rule over."

Voldemort nodded at Bartys words. Inside he had already decided to eventually kill those other generals and simply take all worlds for himself. After all he was Lord Voldemort, he would never share his power and rule with other people but for now he would play nice with those people. He quickly summoned several Heartless before him.

„Go out and collect the Hearts of as many Muggles as you can. Make sure that you are not seen by anyone. Leave no evidence."

The Heartless nodded with their heads before disappearing into the Shadows. Voldemort let out a manically laugh while miles away Harry awoke from his sleep.


Harrys stuff:

Invisiblty cloak

Marauder Map

Firebolt-broom

Dragon-leather jacket (Hungarian Horntail)

Pocket-knife

Keyblades:

Phönix-Keyblade (Attack: 2/ Magic: 4)

Spells:

Fire