Disclaimer: Still don't own it. And, yes, now we'll be getting more into the Harry Potter stuff. I just had to get the AkuRoku sexual tension out of the way so that it wouldn't seem as random when it did pop up. Also, reluctant-mentor Snape. Not a Nobody-molesting Snape. If you want a pairing Snape, read the pairings warning in the first chapter.

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"That's Flourish and Blotts, Florean Fortescue's - you won't need to know those. Olivanders, for your wands-." Roxas walked quickly as he tried to keep up with his professor, wondering if this was what it had been like for Nobodies and Heartless to chase down Wisdom Form Sora. If so, he felt sorry for them.

"Sir, would you mind kinda, you know, slowing down? I can barely keep up with you, and I'm not in flip-flops or covered in bandages." Naminè reached forwards and managed to grope onto Roxas's hand, breathing heavily and a flush across her cheeks. "See?"

Snape turned and glared at the blonde who had dared to interrupt his tour of Diagon Alley. "If you can't keep up, then I suggest you find someone else to take you around."

Roxas made a disinclined sound. "Well, Sir, did Dumbledore not tell you to be the one to help us? Of course, if you want to abandon us to be all on our own in a foreign city, I'm sure you're boss won't mind." In response to the beady-eyed daggers sent his way, Roxas gave a haughty look.

"Very well. We'll have to go to Gringots, first."

Axel leaned forwards and put his hand on his friend's shoulder, nuzzling the spiky blonde locks until his lips were almost against the sea-shell ear. "That was pretty good, Ro. Seems like you've made a fan!" Roxas batted away the hot breath rushing over his ear and blushed, turning away from him with anger. The red-head laughed and threw back his wild shock of hair.

"Yo, Bat-Dude Sir? Uh, I hate to be a downer - I just like to take them - but King Big-Ears isn't going to like the thought of having to pay for me to go to this school. In case Dumbledore forgot to tell you, I'm not exactly His Highness's favorite person, and I don't have Sora or Kairi imploring on my behalf."

An angry twitch had developed in Snape's eye. "First of all, Mr. Axion, you will call me 'Professor', 'Professor Snape', or 'Sir' - no variation. Secondly, I don't ever want to hear you talk about being on drugs again. If you were, the potion would not have worked as well, and jokes like that are not as funny as you think they are. Finally, a Lord… Xemnas? will be paying for your education."

Even Naminè's bright eyes went wide. "Sir, Xheanhort is dead. Riku and Sora killed him a few months ago. I don't think dead men pay bills."

"No. But, as the only two surviving members of Organization XIII, Axel and Roxas get everything belonging to… any other member. Most of it was brought here from your Castle when Xemnas fell. I think you misunderstand Dumbledore; he did not want your King taking everything away from you."

Roxas tried to bite back a frothy response, but he realized that Snape was probably right. "Well… thanks, then. It's better than having to dance on a sidewalk."

"Dude, street performers!" Axel started to bob his hips back and forth, thrusting sharply with his arms and a sexual look crossing his face.

Naminè giggled and applauded, pulling forward her silver handbag and digging for 'spare change'. The other blonde, however, blushed. "Oh, for God's sake Axel, stop acting like a whore!"

Suddenly, true pain shot across his face and Axel collapsed, clutching onto Roxas's trench coat.

"Should I have mentioned that the potion is not very strong? Just because you can't feel the pain doesn't mean that it isn't there. And your little dance just over-stimulated the nerves. Hurts, doesn't it? Unfortunately, I don't have enough potion on me to give you more than one more swig. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Naminè took the vial and tipped it to the painted lips, letting the wild-cat drink the foul tasting liquid. "Ugh, that stuff is so nasty. Reminds me of Demyx's cooking." Unwillingly, the blonde boy chuckled.

"Indeed. Now, come along." The man led them to a large building with a heavy, engraved door. Roxas read the warning against any thieves who might venture inside and raised a brow. 'Well,' he thought, 'I guess that's one way around springing for a security alarm.'

"Holy shit!" Axel commented, poking his head inside, "they're short!"

Roxas muttered a, 'what the hell?' as he looked inside and saw the exact subject of Axel's outburst. "Goblins? Jeez, why not just have a bunch of Neoshadows serving shakes at the drive-in? This is ridiculous."

"I wouldn't say that in front of a goblin, Clearwater. Goblins tend to be less than kind when it comes down to it." Snape produced a box from the inside of his robes and walked up to the counter, staring down his nose at the odd little creature. "I'm here for Organization XIII's savings. I assume you've managed to find out how much munny translates to galleons and sickles?"

"Oh, yes. I'm quite surprised how few it was, too. It seems that these three," the goblin rasped out, looking at the teenagers, "are quite the rich little children. Of course, as the fortune is theirs, they are welcome to it and anything else that Dumbledore stored back there. As long as they have their keys?"

At this, the professor looked uncomfortable. "We have ten of them, but three are mysteriously missing. I'm hoping that these three have the final Keys of Organization Nobodies." He looked at them and Roxas shrugged. "Depends on what they are."

"Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't sure. He said that you would know if you saw the others. Which suggests that we need to see the vault."

The goblin gave them an angry look, only for his glare to be easily outdone. "Very well. Come this way please."

After a life-shortening ride on a railcar, the group stood in front of a marble door engraved with the symbols of the Nobodies. Each member had apparently contributed a key to their financial storage.

Xemnas had supplied a bracelet shaped like black lightening, Xigbar a gun-shaped earring. Each member's contribution was very much like their weapon, Demyx's a glitzy guitar belt-buckle. "Does this make any sense to you?" Snape asked them, eyebrows shooting upwards.

"Yeah. Just a second." Roxas took the twin key rings and crossed them in the X-shaped slot under 'XIII'. One of Axel's rings under 'VIII'. "That's odd," the blonde boy commented, running his fingers over the final missing key-slot. "The only one still missing is Marluxia's. Now what would he have to hide?"

"Nothing at all, Ro," Axel answered, turning to his 'little sis'. "Naminè?"

Blushing, she stepped up and reached into her handbag, pulling out a medal with a scythe engraved on it. "He gave it to me after Sora went to Twilight Town. I managed to keep you two from finding out about each other then, and he thought that I should be rewarded for it. He wore it on a chain around his neck."

Realization lit up behind the red-head's eyes. "Oh, yeah, I remember that now! He and Vexen got into a physical fight and, when he shoved Vexen, he grabbed it and pulled it clean off. The chain snapped though."

"That's right." She slid it into the circular slot and the door slammed open, revealing a huge pile of sparkling, golden coins.

"Woah… This… I like-y!" Axel stepped right inside and made his way to a large, oak trunk, snapping open the lock. "Hey, Ro, remember this?" He pulled out a stained-blue glass ball with a red flame insignia on it. "Man, this thing is two years old! You remember, don't you?"

Roxas frowned, trying to recall the memory, thinking to himself how much Axel seemed like the same one that had appeared to him in Twilight Town. "I think…."

"Cold, kiddo?" Roxas looked up, startled, as the tall, graceful adult - for he seemed that much older to Roxas - sat down next to him, staring out over The World That Never Was. "It's oddly chilly tonight. Oh, here! This'll help." The two black rings on Axel's fingers scraped together as his hands ran across each other. A hot flame lit up in his in his hands and the red-head held it out for him.

"Don't worry. It won't burn you. It wouldn't dare. Seriously, try it." Weakly, Axel reached out and held the flickering fire in his hands. "You can keep it, you know. Not gonna burn out. It's your flame. Forever. Your flame; it'll only burn when you hold it."

Axel walked around in front of him, leaned down and winked. "So don't loose it, kiddo."

Roxas reached out and took the orb, ignoring the stares as he held it carefully in his fingers. "I do remember. You gave it to me the first night Xemnas brought me to The World That Never Was. Saïx took it from me and never gave it back."

"Well," Snape said, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, "anything in here is yours. Take it if you want."

"I will." Roxas slipped the orb into his pocket, feeling the warmth against his hip.

"What are you doing, you freak!" Axel laughed and began to rub his groin into Roxas's side, biting with the sharpest teeth into his earlobe, causing a sluttish moan to slip out.

"Be good, Roxas. And keep quiet." A gloved hand slipped over his mouth as Axel scrunched his eyes shut, rubbing off on the little blonde's hip-bone. "Ro…."

"Roxas! What the hell is up with you, kiddo! This world. This one! Not whatever one resides under that blonde hair of yours; this one. Got it memorized?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," Roxas replied, crimson coating his features. Axel rolled his emerald green eyes as Naminè giggled, looping her arm through the 'middle sibling's'. "Silly Roxas." He smiled at her, eyes slipping down to her chest nestled into her white sundress. 'I'm not gay! I'm not a faggot! I don't have a thing for… Axel!'

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"So this is where we get our robes for school?" Roxas asked the black-haired professor, looking into the window of a shop, mannequins smiling and waving in the window. "What exactly do we have to get?"

"Three pairs of black robes, a black pointed hat, dress robes, and anything else that tickles your fancy. I'm assuming that you three can handle this alone? I was actually planning to get to the potion supplies next door. Else Dumbledore wouldn't have bothered me."

"I'm sure we'll manage," Naminè answered, kicking a pebble with her white flip-flops. "I'll keep the boys under control, Sir. We're sorry that we're taking you away from your responsibilities."

Snape almost smiled at the innocence of the frail little girl but managed to hold himself back. "You really do remind me of someone, Lalane. Oh well. You three be good." He managed a glance at Axel. "Keep an eye on that one."

"HEY!"

Roxas laughed, sharply, and grabbed the frail, pale arm. "We'll keep both eyes on him; God knows he's the trouble-maker out of us."

"Oh, yeah, like you're so sweet and innocent, popsicle boy!" Roxas almost grabbed Axel's arm too tightly as he dragged him in the door, Naminè slipping in beside them. Immediately, a woman came out of the back.

"Here, now, three students then? Up on the stools you go."

The blonde blinked as he was all but herded onto a little wooden chair, standing shock still as a measuring tape moved through the air like a snake and took his size, a feather scratching the numbers out on a piece of paper.

"…I haven't seen you before."

Roxas yelped and almost tumbled right off balance if it weren't for the fact that he landed in Axel's arms. Turning, he saw another boy, more platinum blonde than anyone he had ever seen, leaned against the wall examining scarves.

"You wouldn't have; we're not from around here. New," he added, brushing off his trench coat. "Who are you?"

The boy paused and moved to face them, looking down his aristocratic nose at them. "Definitely not from around here if you have to ask. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are?"

Roxas frowned, not entire set at ease by the haughty tone or superior gaze, but aware that sometimes nice people seemed bad in the beginning. "Roxas Clearwater. This is my best friend, Elliot Axion - goes by Axel - and Naminè Lalane. It's nice to meet you."

"Of course it is," the boy responded, gaze barely flickering over Axel before it set on the girl, who smiled sweetly at him, shifting her bag up on her shoulder to shake the hand he shoved in her direction. "Pardon my saying, Miss, but you're quite pretty."

Naminè's face lit up and she gasped happily, blushing as she inclined her head. "Thank you."

"Hey buddy!" Axel interrupted, taking her arm and leading her away from Draco Malfoy, "Pardon my saying, brat, but you're quite fresh! Come on, Naminè; stay over here with me."

Roxas smirked at the addlepated look on the other's face. "Oh, sorry about him. He hasn't taken his medication yet today."

"Whatever. I don't do other dude's girlfriends."

'That's right, pal; you keep believing that.' Roxas could barely believe that within a few moments of seeing each other, this boy dared to flirt with his little sister. He was quite proud of Axel's near-psychotically protective nature of those he cared for.

A few minutes passed as the three newcomers were poked and prodded, manipulated and wrapped by huge bolts of cloth. Finally, each had three robes and the hats and were just waiting to get dress robes. "What color are you looking for, Axel?" Roxas inquired, running his hands over a silken cerulean sash.

"Hunter or emerald if I can find it. You know," he leaned over the chair arm and blinked his eyes effeminately at Roxas, "to bring out my eyes."

The blonde laughed and shoved Axel in the shoulder. "Oh yeah, because everyone knows that you're just so sexy, I mean like makes-Sephiroth-seem-drab sex-y!" The two laughed, pushing and shoving, rough-housing about with Naminè giggling in the background.

"Oh, stop it, you two. No flirting!"

"Aw, why not!" Axel reached over and poked Naminè in the cheek, leaning forward to lick her forehead.

"Ew, you're gross! Icky boy!" Roxas could not stop himself from bursting into chuckles at the disgusted look on his little sister's face. When she turned around to wipe Axel's slobber off of her face, though, she revealed that he had interrupted her right in the middle of trying on a long, pleated dress. The zipper in the back was down to the subtle curve of her buttocks and Roxas's face turned crimson red.

"Um, Naminè, you're, um… well-."

"What the slack-jawed yokel is trying to say is that your underwear is showing. There's a zipper on the back." Naminè blushed and Malfoy stepped away from the wall, reaching down and resting the heel of his hand on her rump as he slid the zipper up her back.

Axel fumed, the rings on his fingers turning a heated red tint. "Watch it, bleach-boy. I've already warned you to stay away from my sister!"

The smart reaction would have been, they would agree in retrospect, to lay off before risking angering the 'big brother' of the small bodied girl being hit upon. Of course, Draco Malfoy wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Oh, why don't you go back to whatever cave you crawled out of, plebian! How dare you call me 'bleach-boy', you red-headed hippie! Some of that hair gel must have leaked into your brain!"

"That's it! Now the cloak comes off!" Axel reached up and ripped off his long black trench coat, throwing it onto the chair and slipping off his twin rings. Malfoy looked like he didn't believe that Axel would actually do it, until a fist collided with his jaw. "You'll learn not to mess with me, pretty boy!"

"Axel, don't!" Roxas whined, realizing from the blood trailing out of Malfoy's nose that his warning came far too late. The spindly fingers gripped platinum hair as Axel slammed the boy's head against the wall, gripping the front of his black robes.

"You wanna keep it up, buddy? I don't think you wanna mess with me, right? No, I didn't think so." Axel let the blonde fall and walked back over to his chair, slipping on the two black bands.

However, that was not the end of it. "What's your problem?"

"Please," Axel scoffed, throwing back his wild shock of hair. "You're just jealous because I look like a rock-star!"

Naminè giggled and walked up to Axel, resting her manicured hands in the crook of his elbow. "You're such a bad boy, Axel. I can't even imagine what you'll be like when we get into school. Promise me that you won't get involved with fast drugs, and even faster women? It would just break my heart to see big brother acting like a crack-whore."

A flash of anger boiled up in Roxas and he was about to bark out at the two when Malfoy strode over and slammed his fist into Axel's stomach. Almost instantly, the pain shot through his broken ribs and Axel cried out, collapsing onto the ground. "AXEL!"

"That's it!" Roxas grabbed Oathkeeper and Oblivion, flicking his wrists and extending them into full-sized weapons, hooking the ends and crossing them before whipping out with Oblivion, cutting through the robes and first layer of flesh of Malfoy's chest. "You'd best get this through your head, spoiled brat; don't mess with me, don't mess with Naminè, don't mess with Axel!"

"You tell him, Roxas! Got it memorized, bleach-boy?"

"Oh, Roxas! Put them away before someone sees! We aren't supposed to use our weapons except in an emergency! If that Professor Snape finds out, he'll be mad!"

Malfoy had ignored their conversation, running his hand down the thin bleeding cut. He had never seen weapons like those before, but he was not about to take such an injustice from a peasant. A hand dove into his robes and he pulled out his wand, holding it at the ready. "Constration!"

"Defense!" A quick motion with the twin blades blocked the beam from hitting him and he glared at Malfoy.

"What's going on in here!" the managing witch demanded, storming in with her hands on her waist. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Clearwater! M-Mr. Clearwater! What are those?"

Roxas stared down at the Keyblades in his hands and shrank them back to their normal size, clipping them quickly to his belt and trying to look innocent. "What are what, ma'am? I didn't see anything."

"Those weapons!"

Malfoy took advantage of Roxas's distraction to cast a incapacitation spell in his direction. "Abilitation!" Roxas gasped as a sharp pain spread through his wrist and Naminè and Axel both moved to his defense, Axel leaning against the wall.

One-Winged Angel appeared in Naminè's fingers and Axel raised his ringed fingers. "Firetooth!"

BOOM!

Half of the shop went up in flames as Axel's most powerful technique collided with another kind of magic and they were all thrown out onto the street where people had stopped to stare at the unfolding, violent drama.

"HOLY SHIT!" A lanky red-head, though not as noticeable as Axel, ran up with two friends trailing behind him desperately.

"Oh my gosh, we need to get someone to help!" the girl insisted, grabbing onto the other boy's arm. "Harry!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The three Nobodies and Draco Malfoy all fell to the ground, bound by invisible cords. "Hey, what the fuck? Let us go!"

"Potter! Potter, release me this instant or I'll have you sued for involuntary confinement or something like that!"

"Oh, no, Mr. Potter." Roxas gulped, looking up as their guide and future-professor walked up, his own wand held at the ready. "Please, keep them like that. It will make it much easier to talk to them. And as for the rest of you; Obliviate!"

Snape grabbed Roxas by the shoulder, fingers digging in and dragging him away. "Granger, Potter, Weasley, get the other three. Oh, I can't wait for this conversation."

'I can!'