Kingdom Hearts: King for a Kingdom
An: And here's the second chapter of Kingdom Hearts: King for a Kingdom! Hope you guys enjoy it! Just note that the fight scene in this chapter is inspired by Zweig's from his story 'Keyblade King Harry Potter.'
Chapter 2: Battle in the tunnel
Harry tried to understand just what had happened to him. First he has a crazy dream, fights weird shadow creatures, then fights a shadowy version of Voldemort, then wakes up to find his scar is bleeding! What the hell was wrong with him?! Why couldn't he have just one normal dream like regular teenagers?! What made him so special?!
The raven haired youth sighed in irritation as he rubbed his scar again, trying to remove some of the dried blood off his forehead. He grumbled incoherently as he walked through the tunnel leading to a small playground, complaining about the unfairness of it all.
Not for the first time, Harry considered hailing the Knight Bus and simply heading to Hermione Granger's house for the rest of the summer. Dealing with Dumbledore's incessant whines about 'responsibility' and Hermione's worrying over his well-being was much better than this crap.
He finally made it to the end of the tunnel and walked up to the gate of the playground. He sighed in annoyance as he made his way to one of the swings and sat down on it. He mulled over what just happened to him as he stared at the darkening clouds overhead. What did that dream mean? It meant something. He knew it did, but for the life of him, he couldn't understand anything he saw. Gah. He really wished Hermione was here right now. She could make sense of his wacky dream. He sighed again as he simply stared up at the darkening sky.
He stayed like that for a long time, simply staring off into nothing when his peace and tranquility was interrupted. He heard some snickering and howling coming from in front of him, so he looked up, groaning at the sight of his cousin Dudley Dursley and his posse passing by the playground. He gritted his teeth as they saw him alone and quickly changed course to confront him, their favorite punching bag.
Well, not today, he thought. He wasn't in the mood for their crap right now. He simply stayed seated until the group got closer.
"What's up, Dudley?" Harry asked. "Beat up any eleven year olds today?" His brute of a cousin narrowed his eyes at him.
"The little runt deserved it!" he growled. His gang nodded in agreement.
Harry shook his head dramatically and shrugged. "What he do? Tell you, you look like a blond ape? Because that's not him making fun of you Dud, that's fact," he said, making the overweight teen turn red in embarrassment.
"Oooh! He got you good, Big D!" Piers laughed.
"Yeah! You really look like a blond ape, man!" another mocked.
"S-Shut up, you idiots!" Dudley hissed. Harry smiled teasingly.
"Big D, huh? Cool nickname, Dud," Harry teased. "Though, I always thought 'Duddikins' fit you better." The other teens howled in laughter at that. Dudley grew even redder.
"Shut up, Potter!" Dudley shouted. His friends laughed harder at him.
"Why should I?" Harry smirked.
"Because if you don't, I'll tell them about this Cedric guy!" Dudley shouted, wiping all amusement from Harry's face. Dudley saw his and grinned. "Yeah, that's right, I hear you whining every night about that guy. 'Oh, Cedric' this and 'Cedric don't die' that! What is he? Your boyfriend?!" Dudley's friends laughed hard at that, while Harry's face morphed into one of pure anger.
"Shut up!" Harry growled. This only made them laugh harder.
"What? Can't handle us talking about your love li-" Dudley was silenced when Harry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close with a surprising amount of strength. Harry brought out his wand and pointed it straight at Dudley's chin. Dudley's gang was surprised but didn't move to help because they thought Harry had pulled out a knife on their leader.
"I will not allow you to disrespect the dead, Dudley!" the green eyed Potter hissed darkly. "Keep it up, and I'll make sure you're eating through a straw for the rest of your life!"
The other's eyes widened at Harry's proclamation, while Dudley became pale. His eyes were attempting to stare down at the holly and phoenix feather wand pointing up at his meaty chin.
"Y-You c-can't use that!" Dudley stammered. "Y-You'll get k-kicked out of that fre-school you go to!" Harry smiled cruelly.
"What makes you think that they didn't change the rules, Dud? I'll be able to do whatever I want, and I'll not be punished for it," Harry responded.
Dudley paled further. "T-That's…You're lying?!" he shouted.
"You wanna chance that?"
Dudley was about to try and say something, but suddenly the wind began to pick up slightly and grew exceptionally colder. Dudley's gang became frightened and ran off for some reason. Harry's eyes widened as a sudden sense of dread came over him. A very familiar sense of dread.
"W-What's going on?!" Dudley demanded. "P-Potter! W-What are you doing?!"
"Nothing!" Harry shouted back as he grabbed Dudley and raced for the tunnel.
"S-Stop it!" Dudley cried. "Stop d-doing…whatever you're doing!"
"I'm not doing this!" Harry yelled. He continued to pull Dudley along even as they entered the tunnel. Harry looked behind him and saw the glass covering the streetlights begin to frost over. His eyes widened as dark black cloaks slowly glided towards him.
Dementors!
Eyes wide, Harry pulled Dudley behind him and pulled out his wand. But before he could utter a spell, the Dementor's presence made itself known when he began to relive his worst memories. Namely, his mother's death. He staggered backwards, moving away from Dudley and he attempted to keep his balance.
"E-Expecto….P-Patronum!" Harry cried, but nothing came of it. Not even a spark. Dudley fainted, and a Dementor began gliding towards him. Harry's eyes widened as he tried to think of a very happy memory. "Expecto Patronum!" he shouted more forcibly, but still nothing happened.
The second Dementor glided close to him and attempted to suck out his soul. He screamed and pointed his wand at the Dementor. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he screamed.
Still nothing happened. However, something pulsed around Harry, causing the Dementor screeched in pain and moved away from him for a moment, giving him some breathing room. He gasped slightly as he staggered on his feet, wondering what just happened. He looked up and saw the Dementors glide around his cousin. His eyes widened as they began to suck his soul out. Dudley screamed in agony as he writhed around on the ground.
Harry felt his anger increase. While he might not like his cousin, he certainly wasn't to let him die! Especially not by these monsters! He couldn't just stand here and do nothing! He HAD to do something! He clenched his fist around his wand, hoping this next shot would produce a Patronus.
*Flash!*
Suddenly, a bright illuminated the tunnel, and Harry felt his wand disappear, to be replaced with something else. He looked down and was shocked to see himself holding a strange looking weapon! It was five feet long and looked like a Basilisk and a Phoenix wrapping around each other. The Basilisk's tail and the Phoenix's legs formed the handle while one wing of the Phoenix and part of the Basilisk's body formed the guard. At the end of the weapon, the Phoenix's other wing went up and seemed to form a serrated blade while the Phoenix's and Basilisk's head rested under it, and the Phoenix's outstretched beak and the Basilisk's fangs stretched out on the other side. A keychain of a fang inside of a tear shaped charm hung from the bottom of the handle.
In all honesty, it looked like a giant key…
Keyblade.
"What?!" Harry shouted, looking around for the voice, noting with some shock it was the same voice that spoke to him during his dream! The Dementors screeched at him and seemed to…back away from him?
[~Play "Hero of our Time" by NateWantsToBattle~]
Keyblade. Harry heard the voice again, and tried to locate it. However, the Dementors charged at him. Yelping in shock, jumped back and fell into his sword stance. The first Dementor came at him, its claw like hand raised high, but Harry sidestepped it and slashed at it. Much like Shadowmort in his dream, the blade sliced through the spectral monster like it was made of jello, but the Dementor screeched out in absolute pain. Harry quickly slashed at it again, with a horizontal slash, staggering the wraith again. He threw another diagonal slash at it before unleashing a powerful two handed horizontal slash at it.
The Dementor gave off one final scream as it, to Harry's shock, disappeared like the imp creatures from his dream! Only, for whatever reason, an orb of pinkish light in the shape of a stereotypical heart floated into the air and vanished without a trace. Harry was confused until the other Dementor clawed at him, cutting through his shirt and leaving gashes across his chest.
He cried out in pain as he staggered away from the Dementor. It began its charge again, and Harry's eyes widened as he tried to think of a way to stop the monster before him. He abruptly remembered his dream and raised his new sword high, and screamed, "Thunder!"
A bolt of lightning steaked down from the sky and struck the Dementor's head, making it stagger slightly. Harry righted himself and charged the beast again, rapidly slashing at it with a 4 hit combo of diagonal and horizontal slashes. On the fourth slash, the Dementor burst like the first and another weird heart raced into the sky and vanished.
[~End "Hero of our Time" by NateWantsToBattle~]
Harry breathed in heavily as he tried to calm himself down. He winced as the cuts on his torso throbbed painfully. He moved his hand up to his chest when it bumped his pocket, feeling something there. Blinking, he reached in it and pulled out a green bottle with a blue liquid in it. His eyes widened again. This was the bottle from his dreams!
Suddenly, the bottle vanished and several blue runes appeared around him. He flinched, thinking something bad was going to happen, when the runes vanished and he was surrounded by a green glow. He suddenly felt better, leaving him confused until he looked down and saw his wounds heal!
"W-What the hell's going on with me today?" he wondered aloud. He then held up his weird looking weapon and asked, "And just what are you?" He looked at the, admittedly, beautiful blade in reverence when he thought back to what the voice said.
"Keyblade, huh?" He looked over the Basilisk/Phoenix blade. "I guess it makes sense. This bloody thing looks like an oversized key, after all." He smiled at it. "Either way, it saved my arse today." He frowned at that when he realized something. "But how do I explain you to the Dursleys?"
*Flash!*
The Keyblade became engulfed in a bright light and vanished, leaving his wand in its place. "Huh." That was…convenient.
"Mr. Potter! What are you doing just standing there?!" a voice broke through his musings. He looked behind him, turning his wand as he did so, and saw Mrs. Figg coming up behind him. He became confused. What was she doing here? He tried to put his wand away when she snapped at him.
"Don't put that thing away!" she admonished him. "What if there's more of those things?! Honestly, I'll skin Mundungus Fletcher alive for this!"
"Um, what?" Harry asked in confusion.
"He left!" she screeched. "Mundungus, you miserable sack of troll dung, what were you thinking?! You had one job! ONE!"
"H-Hold on! What are you talking about?!" Harry demanded.
"Mundungus was supposed to be watching you! But he left for Merlin knows what! Oh, I hope Dumbledore tears that thief a new one for this!"
"What are you talking about?! Who's Mundungus?! What's this about Dumbledore tearing into this guy?! And how do you know Dumbledore?! Are you a witch too?!"
"A Squib, dear," she said tersely. "And I know Dumbledore because he asked me to keep an eye on you! And Mundungus was supposed to keep guard of you! But he-"
"Guard me?!"
"Yes! Do you honestly think he'd leave you unprotected after what happened in June?! I was told you were smart but-"
"Well, given that he always sends me back to that place every summer after I went through hell at Hogwarts, I'd say hell yes he would! He's never seemed to care how the Dursleys treated me! Why should he care about me now?!" Since the fiasco of his third year, when he didn't even try hard to help free his godfather Sirius and prove the man's innocence, not to mention the shit storm that was his fourth year, Harry had a growing animosity towards the headmaster of Hogwarts. He also knew that Dumbledore was attempting to keep him in the dark about what was going on in the Wizarding World thanks to Hermione sending him mail via Muggle mail (despite Dumbledore apparently telling her not to contact him), so he knew what the public in the Wizarding World thought of him. It angered him that they thought he was crazy, but Dumbledore forcing his friends to not stay in contact with him was worse.
"Don't be silly boy! Of course he cares about you!" Mrs. Figg said hotly.
"Well, he has a very funny way of showing it!" he shot back. He walked over to Dudley and hefted him onto his shoulder. He noted that it didn't even bug him, which confused him slightly. He wasn't this strong before…
He shrugged it off and started to make his way to Number 4 Privet Drive. "And where are you going, young man?!" Mrs. Figg demanded.
"Taking Dudley home!" he told her.
"Good! Then I need you to stay there until Dumbledore-"
"Then I'm getting my stuff and heading to Diagon Alley!" he finished. "No way in hell am I staying there where I'm watched like a criminal with Dementors around Privet Drive! Too many innocent people! Besides, if I stayed, Vernon might be inclined to murder me for what happened to Dudley!"
"You will do no such thing!"
"Oh yeah? Try and stop me!"
With that, he tuned out Mrs. Figg and walked at a steady pace back to Number 4, thinking on what just happened…
Meanwhile
A swirling black mass materialized in a dark alley. A man wearing a thick brown cloak with the hood up walked out of it, and the mass vanished. He walked out of the alley and looked around.
"Hmm…So this is the other world with the strongest connection to Kingdom Hearts," he mused. "The magic seeping through this world is tremendous. But…" He looked around him. "Just why does this world resonate so strongly with it?" He looked down the abandoned street and hummed.
"This meager world and the Destiny Islands…" he continued. "To think that such simple worlds would hold the strongest connection to the greatest treasure ever known." He chuckled darkly. "Not that it matters anymore…" He began walking down the street. "After all…both worlds will soon belong to the darkness, once again."
An: Well, that's a thing! Who's the mystery man who just appeared out of nowhere? What's his goal? What's Harry's plan? What's with that mysterious 'Keyblade' that just appeared in his hands? Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait because next chapter will be focusing on the other main character of this story. That's right! We'll be taking a look at what impact a fem-Sora has on Destiny Islands next, so stay tuned!
Harry's current Keyblade(s):
Balance Holder
