An: A little bit shorter than last time, sorry for the wait.

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She was sinking.

She could feel the water's pressure all around her, deep below her a light radiated, a dim glow to light up the dark.

Bubbles trailed in her wake as she sunk endlessly into the black. The depths lit only by that faint glow and the silence seemed to stretch forever.

Slowly, slowly, she felt her body right itself as she came to rest on the stained glass window below, feet finding the luminous surface as she landed upon the circular platform.

The glass face depicted a boy and a girl locked in sleep she dimly recognized as her 'mother' and 'father,' smaller portraits detailing her and her 'sister' and 'brother.'

Faintly conscious of her movements she strode forward as darkness curled itself around her.

The manifestation of the darkness afflicting her that was even now besieging her body stopping it from healing seemed to grow ever larger, tendrils of nothingness finding their way into the dark as it meshed with her own power.

The Key answering her unconsciously she summoned the light that was hers to call upon, flaring it into the dark.

Deep within Xion's heart battle was joined.

There were several foreign presences surrounding her when she woke.

Expanding her senses to take in the surrounding area, she focused on blocking out the return of all feeling. It was a temporary measure at best but she needed to think.

From what she could remember she was likely to be in agonizing pain she was awake, therefore the separation of body and mind was paramount.

She could sense several floors which were heavily occupied and a thick magical atmosphere which tasted of healing.

A hospital then, good it looked like this world would have hot showers and other more advanced facilities.

Turning her senses inwards she began cataloguing her more immediate surroundings trying to asses the situation she was in.

Not restrained, good she could escape if she had to. She wouldn't put it past the Organization or any of the other groups looking for her to even now be tracking her location. DiZ and Maleficent would both no doubt like to get their hands on her, even if the Organization was far more likely to find her.

She would just have to hope they didn't come looking here yet, in her current state she wouldn't be capable of fighting.

Grimly she returned to assessing her situation.

Her clothes had been removed but they'd left the strip of cloth that covered her chest and her undershorts, and the slight constricting feeling coming from her arms and legs told her they'd bandaged several of her wounds.

The gaping hole in her side was still oozing but that could be treated, now that she was awake she would survive, if she could remain hidden. Already she could feel bones knitting together and damaged organs regrowing.

The basic medical attention administered was appreciated but not needed, she'd be able to outstrip what little had been done soon enough.

She doubted she'd be lucky enough to have a highly advanced healer, the kind most worlds lacked, available anytime soon, or that she'd landed on a highly enough advanced world that they'd be able to heal her; if she had they would have surely already done it by now.

So where did that leave her?

Lying on a gurney in some kind of hospital on a world she didn't know, healing but still in a very venerable position, and with the possibility of enemies closing in on her location or otherwise stumbling across her position.

Too many variables, it was risky but she didn't have much of a choice, she would have to move. The risk of staying here was too great and the information needed to reassess her situation would take too long to gather if her position had already been compromised.

She was too injured to move herself and Nobodies could be tracked. She didn't have personal forces the way other members had, and while she could command Dusks, using them to move her would be too risky they wouldn't be strong enough to hold off enemy attacks.

The Samurai the only ones that could be said to belong to her were only nominally hers, ultimately they still answered to their master, using them to move her would pose the same risks and they would draw even more attention.

Pointless then, immediately her mind went through a hundred other options, discounting them. 'No choice.'

Quickly her mind calculated just how much time she would have if she sent a message out, there was a small amount of risk but it was doable, chances of interception were low.

At the very worst she would attempt to get off world using as many Nobodies as she could summon to her location if her position was found.

But first, time to open her eyes.

If there was one thing Harry could say about his frankly ridiculous pain tolerance which he'd gained from years of suffering through rigorous Quidditch practices under Wood, and his many run-ins with Voldemort and his followers, it was that while impressive even he would have been hard pressed to keep from making the terrible screams that the girl was currently emitting if he had found himself in her place, if he hadn't by some miracle already lapsed into shock and passed out.

It was he thought the sound of someone on fire. Vividly his mind turned to the memory of his temporary possession by Voldemort. Was this how he had sounded?

The Healers were trying to hold her down but she was thrashing and screaming so hard they couldn't hold her, and they couldn't use magic for fear of exacerbating her wounds.

Beside him Dumbledore looked pained. For someone so used to help others with their skill at magic it must have been excruciating to be forced to watch and be helpless to aid someone who was so clearly in pain.

Watching helplessly he could only clench his fist in aguish as her back began to arch unnaturally and her screams turned to a high pitched keening.

Was this what the first war had been like, standing and watching helpless to help the wounded, listening to their screams over the sound of the Healers frantic yelling?

The girl's spasms were growing even more frantic as they tried to hold her down and one of her jerking legs connected with the Healer to her right sending him into the wall wheezing and clutching his chest.

The other yelled to him in concern while trying to keep the girl from flailing and he gave a nod before jumping forward and trying to pin her wildly jerking limb down before she knocked his arm away sending it to the side and there was a short explosion of some sort from her wrist that sounded with a bright bang like a lightbulb exploding before her body slumped and her teeth clenched shut in an expression of agony as her eyes shot open.

There was a shocking quality to them, he'd been expecting brown or black but not the vivid unnatural blue that stared out from their bruised sockets almost as bright as the magical one that frantically darted about in Moody's.

With a final pained snarl she loosened her clenched jaw panting as she visibly sagged against the headboard that was hastily propped up.

The two Healers gave sighs of relief, for a moment one of them slumping up against the wall and closing his eyes for a short few seconds before they began to rush around snapping off diagnostics and reading charts.

It was strange how silent it seemed despite all the noise as she took them in despite all the noise they were making and the loud whistles and beeps from the franticly contraptions monitoring the room, her eyes focusing intensely as she observed them, rapidly flicking from one spot to another.

There was an almost unnatural awareness there that didn't seem to belong to someone who had just minutes ago been under, like a wolf starved and desperate sizing up potential threats that might be predator or prey after being backed into corner.

After a minute her examination halted and she shifted to taking in the room before she began to run her gaze over her body and her eyes widened slightly.

Harry would have been surprised too if he had woken up to find himself still alive after suffering her wounds.

It was obvious she was still very much in pain but she seemed to have clamped down on it firmly to stop it from showing and he had to admire her resilience.

Out of all of them it was the girl who broke the silence with a wet coughing that saw her bent double and fresh blood leaking from her mouth.

"Where... am I?"

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An: Xion has her own heart, it's not 'whole' and it's not perfect - and a lot of that is probably to do with her strange existence which really is quite unique, she's still a Nobody in some manner. I guess she's kind of like Roxas in a sort of 'half' state.

I think that Replica's qualify as being like the Nobody version of Emblem Heartless , artificially created versions that don't exist in nature since they're basically hollow shell's with memories of there 'others' which is by definition what a nobody is.