AN: This is the fourth chapter of my revamp for Hearts of Magic.
Please see chapter 1 for my warnings. Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter or Kingdom Hearts. They belong to their respectful owners, I am just a fan.
Harry woke up to the shrill voice of his Aunt Petunia. "Wake up! Get up and get breakfast ready NOW!" She banged on the door once more as Harry stirred in his sleep. He stretched out as far as the cupboard under the stairs allowed him before grabbing his socks and shoes. After dusting the spiders out of his shoes, Harry grabbed his shirt and walked out to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His aunt waited for him with her hands on her hips. "About time you got up freak. Make Vernon's breakfast, then you will do the garden again." The garden at Number 4 Privet Drive was the envy of the neighborhood, as Petunia would often take credit for the hard work Harry would do. Harry enjoyed gardening very much and his flowers were always the prettiest of the block. Harry nodded and said, "Yes Aunt Petunia". He scrambled up the stool and washed his hands in the sink, before placing some bacon in a pan on the oven. The other hobby that Harry enjoyed was cooking, where sadly he would be given scraps and not be allowed to taste his creations.
As Harry cooked the bacon, his cousin came down the stairs. Dudley looked like a baby hippo or a big blonde pig and was the weight of a baby killer whale. Even though the nurse at Dudley's school kept sending the reports that Dudley was beginning to outgrow his uniform, the Dursleys kept spoiling him. Same thing would happen when reports of Dudley bullying Harry or others would come home, they would just say, 'Not Dudley. He is a perfect angel.' Dudley waddled into the kitchen and sat down at the table to watch the new TV from his birthday party. Dudley was given the new TV set after breaking his old one when his favorite show was cancelled. It was placed in the extra bedroom along with the rest of his broken toys and books. Dudley glared at Harry as he cooked bacon. Harry got the plates ready, placed the bacon on the plates, and brought them to the table. Dudley stuck his foot out and waited as Harry tripped over his foot. With a loud smash and clatter, the plates of bacon landed on the table, broken. Uncle Vernon came in and yelled, "BOY!"
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Sora was walking along the beach on Destiny Islands, enjoying the sunshine. His friends, Kairi and Riku, were collecting items for their boat they were building. Suddenly Sora felt a great pain in his side and he doubled over, crying out. He held his hands over his ribs where they felt like they were being broken repeatedly. Sora moaned in pain as it intensified and went from the ribs to his bottom. Sora knew that he could feel the pain that Harry felt. He closed his eyes and reached out to Harry, trying to comfort Harry during the pain.
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Harry cried out as Uncle Vernon repeatedly hit his ribs, maybe breaking at least one or two in the process. This was the worst punishment his uncle has given him yet, and it was very painful. Harry muffled his cry as Uncle Vernon grabbed his belt and whipped his bottom to shreds. Tears flowed down his face when he felt someone calling his name, softly. Harry reached out with his heart and invited Sora into him. He could feel the warmth of Sora's hug and the whispers of promise. All the while, Sora would be saying bad things to Vernon as he hugged Harry. Sora was beyond angry at Vernon for treating Harry like a piece of trash. However, there was no way he could help Harry. Uncle Vernon threw Harry into the cupboard and locked the door. "No meals for a week!" He shouted as he walked away. Harry fell into a deep sleep as his magic healed the wounds. All that Sora could do now is comfort Harry in his sleep.
-One Week Later-
Harry heard his door unlock and Aunt Petunia calling out, "Get up boy. Get breakfast ready and don't trip this time!" Harry stretched out once more before dusting his clothes off again. He wandered out of his cupboard where he had this weird dream of a flying motorcycle. He decided to push the dream aside and started on breakfast again. Harry walked into the kitchen when a horrible smell caused him to gag a bit. "What is that Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked, looking at the tub in the sink. "Your uniform for Stonewall," she stated as she continued to dye the uniform. Harry wrinkled his nose up as he started the bacon. Harry knew that Aunt Petunia would take Dudley's old Stonewall uniform and dye it grey for Harry. Uncle Vernon was proud the day that Dudley was accepted into Smeltings. His aunt was crying most of the day, saying that 'Her little Dudders was all grown up.' Harry shivered as he cooked.
Uncle Vernon and Dudley arrived downstairs, with Dudley wearing his Smeltings uniform already. As they entered the kitchen, they both wrinkled their noses at the smell and sat at the table. Harry finished cooking the bacon and gave Uncle Vernon his coffee without tripping this time. Harry was about to get started on his toast when the mail came through the flap on the door. Uncle Vernon looked up. "Dudley, get the mail." Dudley whined a bit while waving his stick, "Make Harry get it". Vernon turned to Harry and commanded, "Get the mail, freak". Harry spoke up, "Make Dudley get it." Vernon turned red like an apple and spoke, "Dudley, hit him with your stick." Dudley tried to hit Harry with the Smelting stick, but Harry ducked easily. He got out of his chair and walked over to the mail slot. He picked up the mail and looked through it when he noticed a strange letter. The letter was addressed to him.
'Mr. H. Potter,
The Cupboard under the Stairs,
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey'
Harry raised his eyebrows and glanced at the back of the letter. On the back was a stamp with a crest with the letter H in the middle, surrounded by a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle. Around the crest were the words, 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Harry was confused to say the least. 'Who would be writing to me? Uncle Vernon said that 'freaks' like me do not get to have friends.' Harry mused about the letter as he walked into the kitchen to hand the mail to Uncle Vernon. He turned the letter over to open it when Dudley yanked it out of his hand. "Daddy, look! Harry got a letter!" Dudley shouted as he ran over to his dad and gave the letter to Vernon. "Hey! Give that back, it is mine!" Harry protested to Vernon as he turned from red to white in an instant. "Petunia, it is them… Boys, get out! GET OUT!" He pushed Harry and Dudley out of the kitchen and locked the door. The boys sat outside of the door, slightly confused before they leaned into the door to listen.
"What are we going to do Petunia?" Uncle Vernon asked his wife. Petunia glanced at the letter from Hogwarts, remembering when Lily had gotten hers not so long ago. "We just ignore it. Maybe if we don't answer, they would think that he would not want to go." Vernon glanced at the letter before he nodded and threw it in the fire. He unlocked the door to the kitchen and called out to the boys. "Boys, pack up. We are leaving in the morning." Dudley ran up to his room, but not before asking, "What did the letter say Dad?" Vernon glared at Harry before answering, "None of your business. Now, go pack!" Harry watched his uncle walk past and up the stairs mumbling something about freaks along the way. Harry sighed as he flopped down on his bed, tears in his eyes. 'Why does my family hate me?' He cried himself to sleep that night. As he slept though, his dreams were protected by Sora once more. Sora watched the memory of the letter, knowing that Harry was a wizard. He swore that he would take better care of Harry then his family. He whispered softly into Harry's ear, 'Things are about to go your way my friend.' Harry smiled in his sleep as he had another dream.
-End Chapter 4-
First edit : 6/18/15
Second edit : 6/26/15
Revamp: 1/31/17