Kingdom Hearts: King for a Kingdom
An: Alright! First chapter is here! Hope you guys enjoy it!
NOTE: This is Harry's dive to the heart scene. It's similar to Zweig's version of Harry's dive to the heart from his story 'Keyblade King Harry Potter', but I've done my best to make sure it was different from his own. While there are a few similarities here and there, I've done my best to change it to where it's my own unique version. Hope I did a good enough job of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Harry Potter.
Chapter 1-Dive to the Heart
Fourteen year old (almost fifteen) Harry Potter opened his eyes and stared at the darkness around him, the only light coming from somewhere above him. He was tall with a lean but slightly muscular physique and had black, messy hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a worn blue T-shirt and blue jeans that were a few sizes too big and trainers that looked like they were about to fall apart.
He blinked blankly for a moment before he examined the world around him. There was nothing but blackness around him. He looked down at where he was standing. It was a large glass mosaic that depicted him, looking grim and determined with what looked like Dumbledore's wand in his hand as Hermione and Ron stood behind him, looking ready for action as well.
Additionally, above them were his parents, James and Lily Potter, looking straight ahead sadly, but with content smiles on their faces as Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (their best friends) threw their arms around the couple, smiling grandly (Sirius) and looking amused (Remus). To the sides were the Weasleys, 'Mad Eye' Moody, a girl with pink hair, Neville wielding the Sword of Gryffindor, a girl with blonde hair wand raised, Dobby the house elf, and oddly enough, Fleur Delacour in Bill Weasley's arms.
Below them was Tom Riddle, or as he was more widely known as, Lord Voldemort, looking just like Harry remembered from the Graveyard a few short months ago, a woman in a tight fitting black dress and a sadistic look on her face, the Malfoys, and a serpent with red eyes.
It was a breathtaking sight, but Harry seemed more irritated than impressed. 'Of course, I can't have one bloody normal dream like any other normal teenaged boy my age,' he grumbled in his head.
So much to do, so little time.
Harry stiffened. "Who's there?!" he asked in alarm. He looked around, but saw no one.
Take your time.
Don't be afraid.
Harry's irritation burned brighter for a moment, before he forced himself to think rationally. 'Calm down Potter. This is a dream. Granted, a really weird dream, but at least it's better than watching Cedric die again,' he thought. He shrugged. Might as well roll with it.
The Door is still shut.
'Door?'
Now step forward. Can you do it?
Harry rolled his eyes and walked forward towards where the light from above was centered. He looked up at the light in an effort to see where it was coming from. Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise caught his attention. Turning towards the sound, he saw a podium of some sort rise out of the mosaic, and, in a flash of light, a red shield with three round circles creating an odd symbol appeared on top of it.
Power sleeps within you,
More rumbling began to his other side. He looked around and saw another podium rise up and this time a mage staff, about four feet long with a brown handle and a green orb on top shaped like the symbol on the shield.
If you give it form,
Again more rumbling began, this time from in front of him. He looked up to see another podium appeared and a sword, similar to the Sword of Gryffindor, appeared on it. It was the same length as the Gryffindor Sword (though the blade of this sword was much thicker than the Gryffindor sword) and had the same coloring, but instead of gems, the only adornment this blade had was the same symbol as the other two weapons in black.
It will give you strength.
Choose well.
'So I have to choose a weapon? Meh. Still better than the graveyard,' Harry thought with a shrug. He walked over to the podium in front of him. It was larger than he thought, so he had to jump on it to get to the weapon on top. The sword. It floated to his hand, and Harry had to admire the beauty of it. He test swung it, liking the weight to it. His hand fit around the hilt like a glove. The sword hummed with barely contained power, and Harry had to grin at the infectious energy it held.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
Is this the power you seek?
Harry scowled. Invincible courage was great and all, but being in the House of Gryffindor at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry for four years had thought him that courage by itself was useless unless you had the knowledge to wield it, the cunning to guide it, and the loyalty to strengthen it. It never did him any good just by itself.
So, hesitantly, he put the sword back with a shake of his head. Looking around, he decided to try the shield next. He jumped off the podium and walked to the podium with the shield. Jumping onto it, he grabbed the shield and examined it with a keen eye. It looked to be well made. Its red metal shining brightly as it caught the light. The three circles, he decided, looked like a mouse head from some old cartoon Dudley used to watch.
The power of the guardian.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
Is this the power you seek?
That did sound more like him, but it also had its problems as well. He was always one for defending his friends, even if it meant his life (which 90% of the time was the case). But being a shield meant you were whatever the public wanted you to be.
Even if that was the enemy you fought to save them from.
So, with another shake of his head, he jumped off the podium and walked over to the last podium. The one that contained the staff. He jumped onto the podium and grabbed the staff. It felt warm, like his wand did when he wielded it. He smiled.
The power of the mystic.
Inner Strength.
A staff of wonder and ruin.
Is this the power you seek?
It sounded a lot better than the other two, but unfortunately for him, but his child-like wonder had run out since entering Wizarding Britain. Being a wizard had lost its appeal to him because of the Wizarding World. While it was still a big part of him, he really didn't want to rely solely on the power. So with a shake of his head, he let go of the staff and jumped off the podium.
He stood and frowned. None of the options were to his liking. But, he had to choose one. He sighed. 'Might as well choose one,' he thought as he walked up to the only other weapon he knew how to wield other than a wand.
He walked up to the podium with the sword again. He jumped up and grabbed it, this time nodding affirmatively that this was the path he had chosen.
Gryffindors charge forward after all.
The sword vanished in a flash of light, confusing Harry. Then the voice from before spoke up again.
Your path is set.
But what power will you give up in exchange?
Harry scowled at that. He looked around at the other two weapons and contemplated on which he should give up. He sighed. It might be selfish, but…
He walked over to the podium with the shield. Pain in the arse it may have been, but Harry wouldn't give up being a wizard even if it killed him. It was still better than life with the Dursleys.
Well, everything was better than the Dursleys, so it wasn't that much of a decision.
You've chosen the power of the warrior.
You've given up the power of the guardian.
Is this the form you choose?
"Yes," he said in a loud, firm tone.
Suddenly, the podiums sank into the mosaic! Harry stumbled as he jumped off it. The platform shook fiercely, and Harry quickly looked around, hoping for a save somewhere. He found none as the mosaic began to shatter at the edges! His eyes widened as the mosaic shattered underneath him, sending him falling into the darkness.
Strangely, he wasn't falling fast. Instead, he seemed to be floating. He mulled over this for a moment before a light came into view. He looked down and saw another platform with a mosaic on it, getting larger and larger as he fell towards it. He looked at the mosaic critically. It was him, wielding the Sword of Gryffindor was the Basilisk coiled around him in the Chamber of Secrets. Portraits of Hermione petrified, Ron and his broken wand, Ginny with Tom Riddle's diary, Tom Riddle himself, and the fraud Gilderoy Lockhart all lined the side of the picture.
He felt himself turn so he landed softly on his feet. He looked around for a moment, seeing nothing. He frowned.
*Flash!*
Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded him, and felt something land in his hand. Instinctively, his hand closed around it. As the light died down, he looked down to see the sword from the pedestal! He was shocked for a moment, when the voice from before spoke up again.
You have acquired the power to fight.
Harry smiled as he fell into his preferred stance where his feet were spaced shoulder width apart and held the sword out at his side and angled at the ground and his left hand at waist level, ready to grab his sword for a two handed swing if needed. He brought his blade up and brought it down in a downward sword slash.
Alright! You got it!
Use this power to protect yourself and others.
He smiled at that. The voice would have no problem with that. He was about to walk forward when a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and examined the area as the shadows grew darker.
There will be times you have to fight.
Keep your light burning strong.
The shadows suddenly morphed into some sort of imp looking creature with two antennae and big yellow eyes. It had sharp claws on its hands and moved about like it was having a seizure. Harry's eyes widened as he took an instinctive step back. More of the imps formed from nothing as the first jumped at Harry, claws ready to swipe at Harry.
Self-preservation took over and Harry swung his sword up fast, bisecting the black creature. It quickly vanished into wisps of shadows, but soon after its demise, the other ones charged Harry, some even melding with the ground and traveling across it at a rapid pace. Harry quickly stuck with another diagonal cut, and took out another imp while striking another. The monsters didn't make a sound, but they were persistent. He slashed at two more horizontally and cut their heads clean in two. He quickly changed the sword's trajectory and brought it back up diagonally and cut another imp in two.
Behind you!
Not even flinching at the voice's volume or sudden appearance, Harry whirled around and swung as hard as he could. The imp that had come up behind him was cut in half and vanished quickly. The other shadows did something Harry didn't expect. They began to…melt into the floor, turning it into a swirling mass of darkness. Harry suddenly felt himself being pulled down. He tried to struggle, but thought better of it and closed his eyes as he was dragged into the darkness. He was still, after all, inside of a dream.
Nothing could really harm him, could it?
He felt his feet hit something, and he opened his eyes. He was on another platform. This one showcased Hogwarts School in all its glory, with portraits of his year mates lining the frame around the great school while the Hogwarts animals outlined the outer most circle. He looked around and saw a large ornate door in front of him. Confused, he walked over to it. A large crate stood in front of it, so he quickly summoned the sword again and slashed though it. A green bottle with some bluish liquid was sitting inside. It looked like a healing potion so he quickly pocketed it, thinking it might be of use later. The door began opening, blinding Harry with the bright light that came from the other side. Undeterred, he walked through the door.
The light died down, and Harry suddenly saw himself in a homey looking living room. He blinked a moment and looked around. His eyes widened as he saw his parents! He looked on in shock as he saw his dad, James Potter, standing near the fire as his mother, Lily, sat on the couch, lounging comfortably. A humming caught his attention and he saw a redheaded girl he didn't recognize humming happily from her seat at the staircase leading upstairs.
Wait. The door won't open just yet.
First, please tell me more about yourself first.
Harry stood shocked for a moment before sighing and shrugging. Damn dream. So deciding to get this dream over with, he walked over to his mother. She turned to him and smiled dazzlingly, making Harry's heart hurt.
"What's most important to you?" she asked. Confused, he looked at her for a moment before considering the question. The answer came easy to him.
"My friends," he answered. Lily tilted her head to the side and stared at him blankly for a second.
"Is friendship really that important?" she asked. Harry was now sure this was a dream. He couldn't imagine his mother saying that. Shaking his head again, he walked over to his father, who looked at him and smiled.
"What do you want out of life?" he asked. Harry considered the question a bit. He wasn't really sure, to be honest. He always had a fear Voldemort would kill him before he got old enough to do anything meaningful. He thought about it for a moment before something came up.
"To be strong," he said. So long, he never had strength. He had always longed to be strong. Strong enough to stand up to his uncle. To save his friends. His godfather, Sirius. To be able to hold his own against Voldemort without sheer dumb luck playing the final factor.
"To be strong, hm?" his dad mused. Harry looked over to the last occupant of the room and walked over to her. She was small, barely reaching his chin if she stood he guessed, and had his dad's hazel eyes. Everything else, however, was his mom's. She had the true brilliant red that looked like fresh blood and features that wouldn't look out of place on an angel. The girl looked up at him and smiled at him, making him smile as well for some reason.
"What are you most afraid of?" she asked in a high pitched, child-like tone that Harry thought suited her. He thought about her question. Only three things came to mind, but none scared him the most.
"Being indecisive," he finally decided. He had always been different, so it didn't bother him anymore…not as much anyway. Getting older was natural, so he didn't believe he should fear it.
"Being indecisive? Is that really scary?" the girl asked innocently. Harry was about to say something when the voice returned.
You want friendship.
You want to be strong.
You're afraid of being indecisive.
You're journey will begin in the dead of night.
You're road will be a difficult one, but a sunrise will be waiting for you in the end.
Harry didn't like what the voice was insinuating, but nodded anyways. "Sounds good."
The time for you to open the door is far away and very near.
Suddenly, the scene before him vanished as his eyes were assaulted by a bright light. He hissed as the light blinded him for a moment. The light died down, and Harry saw he was back where he was before, only on a different platform. It showed him, Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour all around the Goblet of Fire with Fleur's sister, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Hagrid, Mad-Eye Moody, and a Hungarian Horntail around the sides.
Harry walked forward a little bit before more of those imp creatures appeared again. He quickly summoned the sword again, and fell into his stance. The creatures fell easily enough, and just as he defeated the last one, a strange bright light appeared and raced to the end of the platform. Suddenly, multicolored stairs appeared and led up to the top of another platform. He frowned. Something told him he wasn't going to like what was waiting for him up top of that platform.
He walked up the pathway and up to the next platform. He reached it to see a mosaic depicting a stag, a werewolf, a black dog, a lily flower, and a rat. The Marauders, and his mother. He walked over to the middle of the mosaic and looked around, turning to make sure he didn't get surprised by those imp creatures.
The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.
He looked around and saw his shadow had elongated. His shadow looked at him before it freaking leapt off the ground and started standing! Shocked, he took some steps back as his shadow began forming a man. He noted with some shock that it looked something like Voldemort.
But don't be afraid.
Harry, rather rashly he would admit, ran back for the pathway, only to find it was gone! He nearly fell off the side of the platform, but was able to keep his balance. Growling, he turned around and faced his shadow, which now looked like Voldemort exactly, only it was colored like the imps he fought earlier.
And don't forget.
He growled angrily and summoned his sword again. Alright! Enough of this! He fell into his stance again as Shadowmort sent a sickly looking black light at him. He dodged and raced forward with a loud battle cry. Shadowmort laughed and sent a green light this time, the killing curse. Harry, on new instincts, deflected it with his sword and continued on, holding his sword ready. He got within arm's length of Shadowmort and brought his sword up for a downward strike. Shadowmort created a shield, and the sword bounced off easily.
Eyes wide, Harry watched as Shadowmort raised his wand again and cancelled the shield spell. Desperate, Harry racked his brain for a solution. A spell, thankfully, came to the forefront of his mind. Thunder. He wasn't sure if it was spell or not at first, but he raised his left hand high and screamed, "Thunder!" Immediately, a thunderbolt came soaring out of the blackness and struck Shadowmort right on the head.
Shadowmort staggered, giving Harry a chance to recover. He quickly regained his footing and began striking Shadowmort with great vigor. The sword sliced through Shadowmort like he was liquid, but the strikes did hurt him. The shadow flinched and winced at each strike. Harry struck at Shadowmort's head, which had the shade let out a burst of magic and send Harry flying backwards.
Thanks to some physical training he did after his second year and had kept up every year after, he quickly back flipped back onto his feet. Shadowmort quickly sent the black light back at Harry, but Harry sent it right back at him with a well-placed sword swing. Shadowmort didn't expect it and was quickly hit with it and rendered immobile. Harry took this chance and stabbed Shadowmort in the heart, before bringing up and splitting his head in two.
Shadowmort let out a loud, screeching noise. Harry jumped back, but suddenly, his sword disappeared! He looked at his hand in shock as he was suddenly assaulted by a multitude of shadows. The lightning bolt scar on his head hurt like hell and he felt like it was bleeding. Shadowmort's body had vanished, but Harry could hear the shade's dying scream all around him. He struggled against the shadows, but all it did was tangle him further into the darkness.
-But don't be afraid.
Harry was able to get a hand out of the shadows, but it was suddenly wrapped up in the shadows again.
You hold the mightiest weapon of all.
So don't forget:
Harry's vision became black as the tendrils of darkness began to wrap around his face.
You are the one who will open the door.
He blacked out.
Harry woke up and gasped. He looked around, thinking Shadowmort was about to attack him again, when he saw he was behind some hedges. He looked up and saw a window pane above him. He sighed.
"What a dream," he groaned. He felt something run down his face. He reached up and wiped it off. Bringing his head to his face, he was shocked to see it was blood! He suddenly reached up and felt his scar. It felt…less pronounced than normal.
"What the hell?"
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Like I said at the top, the scene was similar to Zweig's but I hope you guys see now that I did my best to make it different.
Next chapter: Harry goes for a walk and ends up fighting Dementors…and gains an odd new weapon…