I'm gettin' some good vibes from this fic, I didn't think you people would like it nearly as much as you did. In fact, I was expecting most of the populace to kind of glance at it, get a signal something along the lines of 'meh, another crossover, boring.' I was very pleasantly surprised. =D

Once again, love and sparkles go to Digital Skitty. She's like, at least fifty percent of pulling off this thing.

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Sora groaned lightly as he drifted back into conciousness.

Where... am I?

That was the first thought that came to his mind. His back didn't recognize the feel of whatever he was laying on. This... isn't my bed. By 'his bed,' he meant the one on the Gummi ship, not the one on...

His brain stopped for a moment. On... what was he about to say?

Another, more urgent thought distracted him from his brain lapse. "...Donald? Goofy? Are you there?" He received no answer, and so he slowly opened his eyes, squinting through the dark, and sat up.

Giving his eyes time to adjust, Sora strained his ears to listen for someone, anyone. He wanted to know what had happened. Where was he? Why wasn't he on the Gummi ship?

He pulled the covers of the bed off of him, and swung his legs over the side, resting his feet cautiously on the carpeted floor beneath him. He was still dressed in his normal- or abnormal, depending on who you were talking to- outfit, but someone had taken the care to remove his oversized shoes. He peered around in the dark for them, not comfortable with leaving his shoes in an unknown and potentially dangerous location. They were nowhere to be found.

Sora stood up, reaching out for the nearest wall and fumbling for a lightswitch, but finding none. He sighed. This was beginning to get irritating, and he needed to see. He cupped his hands and whispered, "Fire."

Merlin had taught him and Donald that not all spells had to be used offensively. As long as he concentrated, he could keep the flame in his hands and too small to do damage. Of course, this was impractical still in many situations, as Sora didn't have a particularly spectacular amount of concentration available. Apparently the knowledge wasn't going to go to waste, however.

Sora crept around the room, holding out his right hand as a sort of makeshift flashlight. "C'mon... shoes," he muttered.

A-ha. There they were, underneath a chair in the corner. He hurried over, crouched down, and slipped the left one on, and had the right one halfway up his foot-

"Hello? You awake in there?"

Sora whipped around, staring at the door, on which someone was knocking. He held the flame out in front of him, and reached for the doorknob. "Yeah, I'm here..." The door swung open without warning, and the person took a moment to register the fire in his hand before giving a wild shout, then pulling out a stick and yelling some odd gibberish, and suddenly his hand was soaked with water.

He stood there, shocked, his outstretched hand dripping. "Wh... what did you you do that for?" His mouth hung open slightly, and he stared accusingly at her, for it was definately a girl.

She was breathing heavily. "Your hand... it was on fire!"

This didn't make things any clearer to Sora. Obviously, the person had some expercience with magic- water didn't just randomly appear out of nowhere. But then, why had they been alarmed by the fire in his hand?

Sora decided it was best for him not to appear too clueless until he had found out more about this world. He shook his hand off and stuck it forward. "Um, yeah... slight... problem I had, see... um, nice to meet you anyways."

The girl inspected his hand unobtrusively, clearly checking for signs of damage. "Er... pleasure. I'm Hermione Granger."

Sora smiled. At least this Hermione Granger was friendly. "I'm Sora, and this is..." He stopped suddenly, remembering his two friends weren't standing behind him like they always were during introductions on new planets. "Uh... this is an odd occasion, eh?"

The girl, Hermione, seemed to notice his slip, but she didn't say anything, thankfully. "Erm, did you, I mean to say, were you by any chance travelling with some... animals, when you crashed?"

Sora's heart lept when he heard the mention of what could only be Goofy and Donald, and he was so relieved he completely overlooked the mention of a crash that he had obviously undergone. "Yeah, I was! Do you think you could take me to them?" He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, eager to see some familiar faces.

Hermione smiled a bit, stepping back into the hallway and motioning for him to follow. Sora stepped somewhat cautiously out of the room, eyes running over the odd decorations on the walls. A lot of photographs of some red-headed people, and lots of shelves on which various knick-knacks were stored. He inspected them as he followed Hermione down the hallway. Glass globes inside which he could make out some movement, vases of plants that didn't look all that friendly, books with titles he either didn't understand or couldn't read at all... was that snakeskin moving?

They stopped at the end of the hallway, and Hermione shot him a rather embarrassed look out of the corner of her eye before speaking to one of the portraits on the wall. "Erm... pumpernickle, sir."

Sora made a funny noise somewhere between a snort and a sharp intake of breath. He saw a twinge of red on the girl's face. "Uh- sorry, I had something stuck in my..." He winced at how obvious the lie sounded. "...sorry."

"No, it is stupid," Hermione muttered sheepishly. "We told them they didn't have to lock you up here..."

Sora was about to ask who she meant by 'we' and 'they,' when the portrait coughed slightly, and the wall dissolved. He stared in amazement. There was not trace that there had been anything there but stairs.

Hermione had already started down said steps and therefore missed his shock. Sora took a moment to clear his head and then hurried after her.

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A boy with jet-black hair sat off in a corner, scowling heavily at most of the other people in the room. It seemed most of them were too busy arguing with each other to give his dark look a second thought, but darned if he wasn't giving off the largest negative energy any of them had ever felt.

They're all idiots, he thought to himself. Even the ones on my side.

The subject of the argument was currently slumbering away in a room on a hidden floor in the Weasley household. Not but a few hours ago, a colourfully-clothed, spikey-haired boy and what they could only assume were his companions, a strangely humanoid dog and a duck, had come crashing down into the vast fields behind the house. Naturally, this had been a bit of a cause for alarm to everyone present, as Muggle inventions usually couldn't even make it that close to the house intact, nevermind the malfunction it had had.

They had puzzled over it for quite some time as they moved the unlucky passengers inside, until Ginny had piped up, "Maybe they're not Muggles or wizards."

Harry thought this was a perfectly plausible explanation, albeit still rather confusing, but he did not think it was a suggestion that merited almost immediate panic and a flurry to disarm the poor boy and lock him away by himself in the dark. Most of the Weasley children and Hermione shared his sentiments, as did Mrs. Weasley, but the other adult wizards and even Aurors had become suspicious of the odd 'intruders.'

Presently, the group at large was engaged in a violent discussion about what to do when the three newcomers woke up.

"You are being irrational, he's a child, Arthur! Barely older than your daughter by the looks of it! I don't care how easy you think it is for Voldemort to corrupt people to his side, you're not going to keep this poor boy-"

"And how do you explain who he was travelling with, Molly? Animals mutated together with humans, by the looks of it! That's not a concept you could possibly pin on anyone except Voldemort."

Remus stepped up wearily, perhaps to cause a bit of peace between the two. "Arthur, Molly, it would not be fair to make any assumptions until these... visitors have woken up and are able to answer some questions..."

"And what if the first thing one of them does when they wake up is begin to attack everything in sight?" Moody growled from his own corner. "Far better to put them in a less dangerous position than ourselves beforehand."

Mrs. Weasley threw up her hands in exasperation. "Once again, we are not going to do that to a child."

"And how do you know that he's a child at all? He could simply be a very thoroughly disguised-"

"Hey, where's Hermione?" came Ron's voice suddenly through the fray.

Conversation paused as the rest of the room's occupants became aware of their missing member. Harry, eyes wide, slowly turned to face the stairs leading off the far wall, on which shadows were flickering down towards them. He could hear Hermione's perfectly articulated speech, and, once or twice, an interjection from a surprisingly soft male voice.

"...a little bit unsure what to do with you, see, so I think they may be..."

Hermione stopped as she reached the bottom of the steps, staring at everyone who was staring at her- or, more specifically, the space behind them.

The boy came creeping down the steps, his oversized yellow shoes back in place. He paused before stepping into the room, looking a bit unsettled by all the shocked and/or suspicious faces peering at him. He looked around, meeting everyone's eyes, and even from a few metres away, Harry was strucken by the boy's eyes... very pretty, like they belonged on a child's face.

The room was tense, waiting to see what he would say.

He looked around awkwardly for another moment, then shifted his weight to lean back slightly, hand scratching the back of his neck. "Uh... hello... I'm Sora. Um... pleased ta meetcha?" he offered, and Harry could practically feel it as everyone's suspicions about him flew down the toilet.

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Sora felt slightly alienated as he looked uncertainly around the room. No one had replied to his introduction. They were all simply... staring. He wondered how out of place he really seemed here. Perhaps he was a bit more colourfully dressed than everyone else present... but these seemed to be fairly average people, like him, so what singled him out?

Then, he remembered the water and the portrait, and decided he needed to stop judging so quickly.

"So..." he began uncomfortably. "Exactly how... long was I out for?"

Hermione, who had already had plenty of time to adjust to him, spoke up. "Around five and a half hours... you must have smacked your head quite hard when it hit."

Sora furrowed his brow, tilting his head to look at her. "When what hit?"

He noticed as everyone exchanged deep glances with each other. "Uh, have I missed something here?"

A man with light brown hair took a half step towards him. "Do you have no recollection of the crash?"

He shook his head in opposition. "No. I just remember Merlin telling us about a new... uh..." He had seen the shock on the faces in front of him when he began that sentence, and he wasn't sure what it was aimed at, but maybe he oughtn't finish his thought. He groped for a different subject.

An image of his friends flashed through his mind. "Oh! Oh, oh crap! Where're Donald and Goofy?" He had completely forgotten about them for the past ten minutes.

Hermione jumped, and smacked her forehead. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sora. Yes, let's get you to them."

She tugged on his shirt sleeve, pulling him through the room and the maze of people in it, and up onto the other set of stairs.

Before he knew it, Harry was following.

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I keep trying tfo write Sora like I would Harry. D= No matter how hot a British Sora would be, I must not be tempted. *is thrown to the keep-it-in-character creepers*

C is for Comments, Criticisms, Complaints, Compliments, and Cool. You'll be the last one if you do the first four! 8D

~The Bad Nut