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Harry Potter/ Kingdom Hearts Crossover
Warning... contains SLASH!
Summary: Sent to Azkaban for the most stupid reasons, Harry Potter was completely bored out of his mind as he lay on the cot of his cell, staring blankly at the ceiling. ...Then the heartless came.
A.N. Gasp! I new chapter is out XD but yeh... i hope you guys like it... some bits, especially the flashback, may seem a little weird cause i really couldnt think of a way to express what i wanted to write o.o in any case enjoy! especially those we reviewed last chapter! you make me so happy :D and please review! it was quite sad when i realised i had more alerts than actual reviews and that i only got four reviews cause i actually liked what i had written for once... oh well, im gonna chalk it up to not that much happening yet?
Chapter 2.
Harry stared incredulously at his mirror image. When the initial horror finally started to ebb away, he rationalised that this was probably Fate's way of making up for all those years he had missed as a child and as a result of his prolonged stay at Azkaban... but this was ridiculous!
Harry jumped as the door suddenly slammed open; a blonde blur dressed in navy blue streaking past him and dove under a clothed-covered table. He froze as second figure run inside on seconds later, her long black hair whipping around angrily as she scanned the room, "Cloud! Why are you running? Don't think I didn't see you come in here! Cloud?!"
Angry brown eyes finally caught sight of the young boy standing uncertainly to the side and immediately softened though her stance remained guarded just in case a certain someone tried to make a break for it, "Where is he?"
In that split second before he replied, memories of all those times he had wished to be alone, for a little peace, only to have that wish dashed by a certain bushy-brown haired witch sprang to mind, "Who?"
Brown eyes narrowed at him, "The blonde boy that just came in here, where is he hiding?" she said slowly as if he was hard of hearing.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. No one's come in here in the past few minutes except you," Harry said, eyes flicking deliberately over to the closet.
The girl caught the glance, and just as Harry expected her to, she gave him a hard glare before striding over to the closet, "Cloud!" she cried, as she flung the door open squinting into the darkness when she didn't catch sight of the teenager immediately, "Cloud? Come out here now. It's not funny anymore!" she said, stepping deeper into the oversized closet.
Harry quietly slunk over behind her and while she wasn't paying any attention, quickly shut the door and locked it with the conveniently placed key that was still sitting in its keyhole.
"Hey!" he heard her muffled shout but he paid no attention as he realised the blonde had crawled back out from under his hiding place and was walking towards him.
"That won't hold her for long," Cloud said, voice soft but the girl still heard him, the banging and the shouting growing louder by the second, "Come on," he said, throwing the closet door one last frown before grabbing Harry's wrist and tugging him bodily out the door.
The pair raced down the corridors bumping into many disgruntled people with each turn they made. Harry had no idea where the taller boy was leading him but the further away the better. He didn't need to be a Seer to realise how angry with him the girl from before would be once she got out.
Eventually they got outside, the moon lighting their way as they sprinted across the stone path. A couple of minutes later, Cloud suddenly stopped, turning around to look at Harry. Emerald eyes looked back at him quizzically as the blonde stared at him intensely without a single sound. A brief moment later he seemed to have come to a decision, arm stretching out to touch the wall beside him. Harry's eyes widened in surprise when Cloud's arm went straight through the large slabs of stone unhindered. With a slight nod to Harry, the blonde turned completely and stepped fully through the wall leaving the other boy behind. Harry stared at the wall for a second before following him without hesitation, memories of Platform 9¾ wafting in his mind. Well, at least I now know they have magic in this world...
Inside, Cloud had already sat himself down on one of the beanbags, shifting through some books looking for something. The place, Cloud's secret hideout Harry assumed, was small but large enough to fit five adults comfortably. Five short adults that is. The ceiling was high enough for both Harry and Cloud to walk under but any taller and they would be cleaning the ceiling with their hair. Random books, bottles and other things were strewn across the room in an organised mess while a single large blade the size of Harry lay resting against the corner wall.
Setting himself down on the beanbag beside Cloud, he turned to the teen, "I'm Harry," he said.
Cloud paused in his search, looking at Harry briefly in confusion before understanding, "Cloud," he said, voice still soft despite they were far away from that scary lady, before he went back to what he was doing.
Harry went back to looking around the room. Scanning the titles of the books around him, his eyes widened when he caught sight of a particular book, The Beginners Book of Magic... by MERLIN?! Bringing up his hands to rub his eyes, he glanced at the book once more, the name of the author remaining unchanged. He picked up the book slowly, uncertain if it were real or not, a picture of a light blue clad old man with a long white beard standing behind a cauldron staring back at him. Well, he thought after a moment's consideration, he definitely fits into the cast of "wise, old wizard" well enough, remembering seeing Dumbledore in a similar fashion as well as that wizard, Gandalf, from that Lord of the Rings series Dudley had been so avidly watching that last day he had spent with the Dursleys.
"Here, hold out your arm," Cloud's low voice suddenly cut into his thoughts making Harry look up in surprise. The older boy was waiting for him expectantly and Harry, uncertain what else to do, did as he was told. He watched the older boy overturned a bottle on a tissue for a brief moment before placing it on his arm, "It's going to sting a little..."
Harry hissed as a short but sharp pain travelled up his arm. The blonde wiped away any excess blood from the small cut on Harry's arm before tearing open a bandaid and placing it carefully on the smaller boy's arm. Harry watched him dumbly, When did that happen? Must've been when passed that weird statue... that thing could shish-kebab several people at once, wonder why they keep it out in the corridor?
"You're not going to ask?" Cloud's voice cut into his thoughts once more, this time leaving Harry with no small amount of bewilderment at the older boy's meaning.
"Aren't you going to ask why Tifa was looking for me and why I was hiding?"
"Oh," Harry said, finally realising what the other meant, "Well, I'm sure you'll tell me if you wanted to. Otherwise, I'm not about to pry into business that's not mine..."
Cloud gazed at him with that intense stare once more, making Harry twitch ever so slightly. After a moment, he looked away sharply causing Harry jump a little at the unexpected action, Did I say something wrong?
Harry's worries were put to rest however when the blonde turned back towards him, this time with a book in his hand and the first smile he had seen on Cloud even if it was a reeeeeeally small one, "Here, I think you might want to read this book... Aerith told me about you and well... this tells you all about Radiant Garden from its history to modern day maps so you don't get lost."
Harry smiled back, "Thanks."
Cloud's smile grew a little more, "I think I should be thanking you for before," here he almost split out in a manic grin, "Very few would do to Tifa what you did today, fearing for their lives and all."
Harry groaned, "I so did not need to know that."
Cloud laughed a little before picking up another book, tugging at the bookmark he had left inside.
"You know..." Harry mumbled. Cloud looked up inquisitively.
"You should smile more often," Harry blurted out, "You have a beautiful smile." At that moment, he felt the strongest urge to bang his head hard against the stone wall, Why in Merlin's name did I just say that?!
Cloud however did not pummel him into a pulp for wounding his muscularity; instead the blonde flushed a little as he looked at Harry weirdly before playfully punching his arm lightly, "Shut up and read your book," he growled lightly.
And Harry did.
Groggily, emerald eyes eased open. Gingerly, Harry sat up, his neck aching from the uncomfortable position he had fallen into when he drifted asleep, Hmm... when did I fall asleep?
Glancing around the room, he found Cloud standing near the entrance back towards him and that large blade hefted onto his shoulder. Though he couldn't see his face, the blonde's shoulders were tense as he stood there stock-still, "Cloud? What's wrong?"
The blonde spun around in surprise but calmed when he realised it was just Harry, "Harry, stay here and don't make a sound, okay?"
Harry blinked in confusion.
"Just stay in here and you'll be safe. They can't pass the barrier."
"Cloud?" Harry questioned but he was too late; the blonde had already turned and stepped through the portal and out of sight, What's going on? Who is he talking about?
Harry, never one to just sit idly, silently rose and edged toward the portal. The doorway wasn't see-through as he had thought from watching Cloud a moment ago but he could hear whatever was going on the outside. He could hear the shuffling of small feet – many and many of them. He could also hear the clang of Cloud's sword as it met stone resistance or as it scraped along the ground. What was going on out there?!
Harry shuffled anxiously from foot to foot. Cloud had told him to stay in here... but he couldn't let him fight them all alone! He could only do mainly basic spells without a wand but it was better than nothing. With that decided, Harry stepped through the portal, hand raised and ready.
Only to meet with the empty pathway.
"Cloud?" Harry called out tentatively, wondering a moment later whether that was such a smart thing to do or not. It didn't matter however as he received no response; good or bad.
"Cloud?" he called out again but still no response. Looking down one side of the path, he was amazed to find a castle, as big as Hogwarts, towering over him, I guess that's where we ran from? Now that his senses had finally all returned to him, he could feel the tendrils of magic swimming around in the air, caressing his skin, but that's not what's important now... he thought with a slight shake of his head to clear it of the strange haze that had settled in his mind, I've got to find Cloud! Maybe he went back to the castle? Before he started up the path however, he gave a slight glance behind him as a feeling like he was being watched came over him. What he saw froze him in place.
The Shadows.
His last memories of Azkaban flashed through his mind as the same shadows he had saw there drew closer as they had done before. But this time was different, this time he knew what was hiding among the shadow. Step by step, he walked towards it, a chill running down his spine but he paid it no attention, thrusting it to the back of his mind. He could see them clearly now; their little antennas, the tiny but sharp claws, their glowing yellow eyes. They drew around him, parting as he walked past them and staring at him but with no malice.
And then he saw them.
It was Cloud, his spiky golden blonde hair a beacon among the black creatures swirling around him. There was another there as well, a brunette but it wasn't Aerith. No, this one seemed male, decked out in black and blade swinging in a wild but predetermined manner, the occasional gunshot ringing through the air and each time taking several of the dark creatures with it. They were fighting and the small creatures were of no match against them however... the numbers grew. More and more, the shadows came in waves. They're being overwhelmed, Harry watched in horror.
Looking down at one of the creatures still sitting at his feet he asked, "Why are you fighting them? Leave them alone!"
The creature shook its head and turned away.
"Cloud!" the brunette shouted. Harry glanced up once more, his terror growing as the blonde desperately tried to bat away the small creatures that had already started to cling onto him. The brunette tried to get to him but to no avail; there were too many barring his way.
Why is this happening? I don't understand... Harry thought disbelievingly, Why are the shadows attacking them... yet leaving me alone?
The shadows had almost completely swallowed the blonde teen by now while the brunette struggled to keep them off as well to his side. They were going to lose...
No... Harry shook his head, I can't let this happen... "NO!!!"
For a split second nothing happened as everyone paused in shock at his sudden exclamation and then, before anyone could react, a blinding light burst from Harry's body, overwhelming everyone with its brilliancy.
Then the light faded and all was quiet. The shadows were gone leaving nothing but the old stone path and the two wide-eyed males staring at Harry in astonishment.
And then there was nothing.
Nothing but the memories that plagued Harry's soul.
"Stupefy!" Harry stared in shock as the red light hurtled towards him and struck him in the chest. Before he could crumple to the ground, the arms of his assailment caught him and gently lifted him up.
Draco Malfoy burst in the room, eyebrows raising in question at the scene, "Neville... what-?"
"He was going to hold them off so we could run," the brunette interrupted with a grim but fond smile on his face as he watched the young man in his arm.
Grey eyes filled with understanding, "I see..."
Looking up at the blonde in front of him, he stepped forward and carefully handed his precious load to the other man, "Take him and run. I'll hold them off."
The blonde nodded, adjusting his arms slightly as he turned to leave, "Give 'em hell, Longbottom."
An uncharacteristic smirk lit Neville's face.
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Slowly Harry fought against the stunning spell that bound him and slowly he could feel his muscles responding, "Drake," he cried out when he realised with growing horror that the brunette wasn't with them, "Where's Neville?"
Draco stared at him for a moment, unable to reply as he continued to run blindly away from the aurors, carrying Harry in his arms.
Harry opened his mouth to ask again when a tremendous explosion originating from where they were hiding just moments ago, a blinding light streaking across the sky, rumble and dust flying everywhere in its wake.
"Draco... what was that?"
However the blonde still did not answer yet his silence was all Harry needed and then, the world felt a whole lot colder than it had before, "No..."
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In other news, Neville Longbottom, close confidant of escaped felon Harry James Potter and suspected participant of the Hogsmeade Massacre, blew up a whole street in a fashion reminiscent of Sirius Black at the end of the First War. Longbottom, surprising all by charging straight towards them, held his ground against the fifteen aurors who were on site, lead by former classmate Hermone Jane Grainger. As the battle seemed to draw to an end, with Longbottom finally succumbing to the sheer numbers against him, he catalysed an explosion that did not spare even himself as he took the lives of the many aurors and other ministry officials as they sought to capture him, Potter and Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, of which the latter two were seen escaping right before the destruction occurred and have eluded capture once more...
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Once bright emerald now stared dully at the old grey stone...
No... Nev...
"No!" Harry cried, bolting straight up into a sitting position.
"It's alright, it was just a nightmare," a deep voice soothed, patting his back awkwardly.
Harry looked up and saw worried brown eyes, "Who...?"
"Squall Leonhart."
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