'Ello people, and might I say that I love you all. When I hit 50 reviews, I'll do something special and let you ask me any question you want. Like, a request for something, or what my favorite color is or whatever! And I'll most likely anwser. Sora is so ADD... Is he too out of character?
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"Sora..."
"Sora, get up!"
"Oi!" A poke in his shoulder startled him awake.
"Wha...! Riku, stop it!" The poking suddenly stopped. Sora rolled over and burried his face in the covers.
"Sorry to break it to you mate, but I'm not Riku." Mate, what? That's not something Riku would say... Sora looked up to the very red-haired-not-Riku teenager. Oh yeah. Not at the islands. This was most definently not a beach. This was a dorm... For school. Oh, right, school. Ugh. What time was it anyway? When was breakfast?
"Sora, time to get up. Breakfast-" Sora jumped up and almost knoked Harry over, who was standing next to Ron. Breakfast ment coffee and food.
"Umm, is this mine?" He pointed to the trunk at the foot of his bed.
"Well, it does have your name on it. Your robes should be in there." Harry answered while Ron stood impashently by the door. Sora didn't really want to have to watch Ron eating again. Last night had been sort of scary.
Sora nodded and opened it up. Sure enough, there were robes in there. And a few other odd things. And some books. Ewww, books...
After Sora had finished dressing, they went down stairs to the common room where Hermoine was waiting. She didn't look mad and greeted them with a smile. That was good. After a few short words between them, they left to the Great Hall. Sora didn't see Donald or Goofy at the staff table, but it didn't really bother him. They were probably busy with-BACON! Sora did a little dance and ran over to join his fellow Gryffindors at the table. To busy with pilling his plate with bacon and filling his goblet with coffee, Sora didn't notice the giggle Hermione gave out and the look between Harry and Ron that said "What a strange bloke he is."
While everyone was eating, they had their class schedules passed out. Sora, Harry, and Ron had the same classes, which made the brunette feel a bit better, since he would know at least two people. Suddenly, while Sora was in mid chew, a huge cloud of evil monster came flying in from the windows! He jumped up and, getting a few weird looks from several people, was about to call apon the keyblade. But after someone said, "The mail's here." he stopped. Mail? Now that he really looked at it, the big evil cloud was a group of birds, owls, with all sorts of stuff attached to them. Oooookay... This place was now officially really weird. As Sora was sitting back down, a small brown owl dropped a letter on his head. It stuck, almost getting lost in his gravity defing hair (which no one had said anything about, probably assuming that he used magic to make it look like that. More like he needed magic to straighten it.) and he took a few seconds to get it out. When he opened it, wondering who in Kingdom Hearts would send him a letter, he was shocked that it was from the Headmaster.
Dear Mr. Justice,
After breakfast, would you please join me in my study. I have some matters I would like to discuse with you. Your friends will be joining us as well.
Dumbledore, Headmaster.
"Who's that from?" Ron asked, forcing his words out between fried eggs. Sora resisted the notion to gag.
"The Headmaster. He wants to see me."
"Better you than me...for once." Harry mumbled and went back to his food.
Sora finished his breakfast and, after getting directions, was on his way to Dumbledore. After getting lost a few times and running into some ghosts, he had managed to find the statute garding his study. It studied him for a few seconds before opening up. Sora stepped up and the staircase started to move, making him hold onto the cool stone to keep from falling. After a few seconds, a door came into view. He looked at it, then with a shrug, he pushed it open.
"Sora!" Came a familiar squaking voice. He smiled and rushed forward, manuvering through the crowded office.
"Hey, Donald, Goofy!" They smiled at him before looking back at the Headmaster.
He was sitting behind a dest that was cluttered, along with every inch of the place. Books, weird objects, things Sora did not know, and didn't think he would ever understand if someone were to try to explain.
"Please, sit." The old man asked and waved his hand. Three chairs appeared, out of thin air, right from under them. They all fell back into the seat, and the Headmaster continued.
"We have passed out our scheduals, including one for you, Mr. Justice, for you can not expect to come here without having to learn something. And it would seem that you have already found friends to help you out with your studies. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasly, and Miss. Granger..." He trailed off, and Sora could hear in his tone of voice something along the lines of, "Of course it would be them for you to befriend."
"I have decided to put you in the same classes as Harry and Ron, so that you wouldn't feel too left out and set apart from everyone else. I'm sure you will find each other quite alike. But I didn't ask you here to discuse you're classes. I have asked you here to talk about this letter." He took a rolled up peice of paper from his sleeve, and on it, the King's seal.
"The King!" Sora, Donald, and Goofy exclaimed at the same time, leaning forward in their seats as if it could make them see what it said better, even when rolled up.
"Yes, King Mickey has sent a letter to me, explaining what your apperance here means. I regret to say this, but if why your here is the reason for heartless swarming in, I am not pleased to see you, under these circumstances of course.
If war between the worlds has finally appeared here, what we have been doing to help has not been working. The King and I are good friends, and I have done as much as possible to aid him. But we have our own war here, and I can't risk leaving this world as much as I did in the past. So, Sora, I am trusting you to do what you can to help us. Use magic, use your keyblade. But be warned, there is more to the enemy than you know. They are strong, but you just need to be stronger," He sat back, his speech done. "You may leave now. Don't be late. And if you could please, Donald and Goofy, could I have a word about your new jobs?" They all nodded, speechless at the new information.
Sora got up slowly and walked back to the door. He looked over his shoulder, to see his friends give him a reasuring thumbs up, before standing back on the staircase and decending back into the empty hall.
Well, the universe just kept getting smaller and smaller, huh?
I am so evil. Making you wait that long for such a crappy chapter. I am so very sorry.
Yes, Mr. Dum-ble-dor knew about it the whoooole tiiiime! What, did you think he'd just let in some weird teen? No, course not, he had to be in on it. So now, Sora is on heartless duty! Wish him luck, cause he's gunna need it when the homework starts piling on.
