Harry Potter Gathering of Worlds 2

By James The Fox

(Author is wearing a Christmas hat) "On the second chapter now! Happy Holidays, Christmas, Hanukah, Armageddon, or whatever you love to celebrate. "

Zombie Sephiroth: "Revenge!"

"Full-Life."

Zombie Sephiroth: (Just like in Final Fantasy, the holy power of Full-Life burns – Zombie -Sephiroth to ashes.)

Voldemort: "Wonder why it doesn't just bring him back to life?"

"Shush! You'll jinx it!"

Naruto: "How'd he become a zombie anyway?"

"When I was just starting out, I killed him with Chaos Blast. His restless spirit came back for revenge, so I nuked him with Full-Life. There's a lesson to be learned in that… somewhere." (Scratches head.) "Ah, well."

"So, how are we going to go from here to Sirius' Place?" Harry asked Link.

"We fly."

"But you don't have a broom, do you?"

"I got something better," Link said as he took off the Stone Mask and produced a new one. It looked like the face of a creature made of wood. Its mouth was a circle-shaped hole jutting an inch out of the creature's face. Above its yellow eyes, three leaves jutting out the top. "The Deku Mask."

"What?"

"Just get high up in the air. I'll catch up soon." Harry pulled out his Firebolt and flew high up. He waited a few minutes, the saw something flying up towards him. Deku Link had about the same face as the mask, but now he had a wooden body. He was wearing brown boots just a slightly darker shade of brown than the body. His tunic was replaced with a skirt without a shirt. Even his blond hair looked made of wood, though it was hard to tell from under his hat that looked way to big for him. The hat itself went down low enough at its tip to touch the ground if Link was on the ground himself. Link was clutching two stems with his wooden hands, which were attached to two flowers that were spinning like the horizontal blades of a helicopter.

"Sorry Harry! Takes a while to get this high with these flowers." Deku Link's voice was scratchy, high, and as wooden-sounding as his body looked. Harry remembered when Link took this form to lighten up the mood at the Gryffindor Tower last year. His small body had been a good way to make comic relief, and his voice could be considered cute at times. "Well, follow me, and be careful not to bump me with that broom!" With that, Link caught a breeze and started flying towards London, Harry following him.

They had been flying a few hours when Harry finally noticed the familiar surroundings from last year. They landed outside Grimmauld Place, pleased to see that it looked much better now than it did about a year ago. There was a new paint job on it, and the place gave off a feeling of just being… right. Link turned back to normal and walked right in, Harry behind him. The inside looked just as good as the outside. Harry looked around, shocked to find that where the painting of Sirius' mother was gone. He stepped cautiously up to the now-bare space, afraid that, somehow, the painting would come out of nowhere and start screaming bloody murder, very carefully touching the wall with his index finger.

"Surprised?"

Harry jumped around in shock to see Sirius Black (AKA Padfoot of the Marauders a very infamous group of pranksters), his godfather. The man looked much healthier than he had before summer, and his skin had tanned a little from being outside. Gone were the raggedy clothes that Harry had grown used to seeing Sirius wearing, replaced with clothes that fit and were neat. He also looked… happy. Happier than Harry had ever seen him. 'It must be contagious,' He thought, because just seeing him like this made Harry happier. Sirius strolled up beside Harry, taking a look at the gap.

"Thank Sora. His Keyblade's quite the neat little gadget. It was able to unlock all sorts of objects, even undoing the spells that locked that portrait to the wall. As soon as we removed it, Sora smashed it apart. Looked bloody happy doing it, too."

"Is he here?" Harry hadn't had much of a chance to apologize to Sora, who was a friend of Harry's who had visited many worlds. Last year, Harry had brought him with him to the Department of Mysteries, where a horrible battle broke out. When it had first started, Sora had made everyone run while he held off the Death Eaters.

It had cost him full use of his left leg and various other injuries otherwise.

Last Harry had seen of him, his right leg and arm looked like the skin had been charred. This burn mark seemed to even go up to part of his neck. And even though Sora had already told him otherwise, harry still felt like it was his fault… Since that day, Harry promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone else become hurt to protect him. He would do the protecting.

"No, he went to Saint Mungo's for a check up."

"I… see."

"Hey, Lightning and Dog Breath! I have an appointment myself!" Link grinned, turning toward the door to leave.

"You were injured, too?" Harry asked, shocked. Why hadn't he told anyone after the battle?

"Oh, no!" Link laughed. He tugged at his sleeve. "You see… it's kinda embarrassing… my clothes are kinda getting small for me… so I have to go get some new ones made for me."

"What if they don't have green cloth?" Harry asked. Link gasped and looked pale.

"NO! THAT CAN'T BE! I'd have to wear something like… PINK! Although… even pink would look good on me, don't you think?" Harry and Sirius thought about it, imagining Link in pink.

Pink…

Link…

Pink…

Link…

Pink Link.

The two burst out laughing.

A young man with light brown hair limped out of St. Mungo's. He wore a white sleeveless-on-the-right-side trenchcoat that had a gray shirt and pants underneath. A short gray glove covered part of his fire-scarred right arm, but not a lot. In his left hand, which also had a glove, there was a cane that the man was leaning on. Blue eyes that seemed to hold millions of mysteries in them stared into the sky. A pair of black boots completed the image of Sora, Wielder of the Keyblade, and technically a cripple.

Technically was the key word.

In his mind, as long as he could get up every day and keep up his training regimen, Sora wasn't a cripple. And even though he felt pain from it, Sora got up every day and trained, practicing with the Keyblade, running laps, swimming… He couldn't allow himself to be a cripple. Not yet.

He pulled out the portal stone he and Dumbledore had worked together on and stepped through to Destiny Islands.

"Oh yeah. There's your gift, folks!"

Sora: "I'm having a rough go of it…"

Sora (GoW): "No, I'm the one having a rough go of it. I'm the one who had the scars all over his body. I even have a new outfit to show the newest one off. Darn you, James."

Link: "I guess I get new clothes next time I appear?"

"Duh. And I'll make them pink."

Link: "NOOOOOOOoooo!!!!!!!"

Shadow: "I have yet to appear in this story. What, now that you're done with me, You're just gonna throw me away?"

"No, you appear next chapter, also with a new look. Amy gets one too. And Rico, too, although it isn't really a new look…"

(Thousands of Sora Fangirls appear at once, all of them wielding fake Keyblades.)

1000 Fangirls: "You hurt Sora! We're gonna kill you!" (Rushes in to kill Author."

"Uh oh." (Presses button that creates an anti-fangirl force field that pushes all fangirls out of the room.) "Knew I'd need that eventually. Next chapter may come sooner or later. Review if you want, otherwise Happy holidays!"