Ohmygawd update. See, I didn't die! And even though this chapter isn't very long, I like it. I can even tell how much my writing has improved since the beginning, when I started it a few years ago. Wow. And now I'm a junior in high school, haha. Annnyyywayyyy, I'll keep this short and sweet. Enjoy!


Sora's heart jumped into his throat. The spider that had been crawling at its escape was now on its back in a flash of blinding green light, its legs curled up grotesquely. Sora was no stranger to death since he had killed a few Nobodies himself, but seeing it done unprovoked was just utterly terrible. Death should only be given to those who deserved it, and not taken so lightly, even to a spider.

Professor Moody brushed the insect onto the floor carelessly and cleared his throat.

"Not nice, not pleasant. And there's no counter curse. Once it's coming at you, there's no stopping it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting right in front of me."

Everyone's eyes slid over to Harry, and Sora followed their gaze. Said teenager was blushing lightly and staring on past everyone, obviously embarrassed by the attention instead of being proud that he was so special. The brunette was confused by this, but it wasn't time to ask questions because the Professor had started to talk again.

"Now, Avada Kedavra needs a lot of power behind it and I doubt any of you would be able to pull it on me with getting anything more than a nosebleed. But I'm not here to teach you how to use it.

"If it doesn't have a counter curse then why am I showing it to you? Because it's what you're up against out there! You've got to anticipate the worst and don't want to be caught in a situation when you're against it so CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

Sora and the rest of the students jumped at his uproar.

"Those three curses are called the Unforgivable Curses and to use them against another person will send you straight to Azkaban. And these curses are what you're up against and that's why I have to teach you to fight." He turned around and pulled out a broken stick of chalk. On the blackboard he wrote down 'Unforgivable Curses' in crooked lettering.

"Get out your quills and copy this down..."

By the end of class Sora's hand was sore from all the note taking. They didn't move past the three curses subject and honestly, it just made the Keyblade master uncomfortable. He had been a wizard for a few hours and all this dark history was thrown at him. He felt isolated.

"Some lesson, eh?" Ron said as they were walking down the stairs. "Fred and George were right then. He really knows his stuff, Moody."

Harry and Sora both nodded tersely, obviously still slightly shaken from the day's "lesson".

"That was some, uh, magic." Sora mumbled and rubbed the back of his head. Harry gave him a glance, as to agree with him and then looked down.

"Merlin's beard, what is that?" Ron exclaimed and pointed at the marble floor. A black pool was forming and bubbling up from the ground and Sora moaned. He was tired from all this school work, but at the same time he felt the usual adrenaline of a fight pulsing inside him.

But how am I going to explain this to them? He thought for an instant, but summoned his keyblade.

"What is that thing?"

"Get back, I'll handle this!" Sora took a step between the heartless and the trio and gripped his weapon tighter. Four more Shadows appeared and Sora managed to defeat them all with quick slices. He surveyed the area, to see if there were any more, or if any lingering students had seen what had happened. There wasn't a soul in sight.

"Are you guys okay?" He asked as he turned around.

"Y-yeah... Blimey Sora, what were those things? And... And what is that?" Harry pointed at his keyblade and the brunette quickly dismissed it.

"Uh, what was what?" He nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He quickly stopped because of the look on their faces and dropped his arm uselessly. "Well, uh, to start off... I'm not quite sure how much I'm suppose to tell you..." He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"How about we go to the Common Room? Everyone will be at dinner, so we'll have some privacy. And you can explain things." Hermione suggested and even Ron seemed okay with skipping a meal.

Oh, I'm going to have some serious explaining to do...

"I feel like I need to be examined at St. Mungo's right now." Ron groaned. They walked back to Gryffindor Tower and were now sitting before the fire place, the trio all facing a rather nervous looking Sora.

"So, how about you start with that... weapon of yours." Harry started off slowly, not even sure if that thing was a weapon or an abnormally sized key. He wasn't even sure at first if it was some sort of magic he had yet to encounter, but the way Hermione and Ron reacted, it was probably something outside of this realm.

"Well, it's called a keyblade. And only a few people can wield it." Sora half smiled. "It's the reason I can do your guy's type of magic."

"Our type of- you mean there's other types of magic?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah, with the keyblade I can do my own spells. Of course, there's not as many as this world's got-"

"This world? You make it seem like you're from-" Her eyes widened. "That means... It can't be. You're not, are you?"

"Oops. Heh, you're sharp." Sora rubbed the back of his head, like he always did when he got nervous. "Yeah, I guess I have to say yes, I am. But you can't tell anyone!"

"Can't tell anyone what? Harry and I are out of this little loop."

"He's from another world." She whispered. Ron snorted.

"Ha, nice prank you two. Very funny. When did you plan this-"

"Ron, I don't think they're kidding..." Harry elbowed him in the ribs and Ron snapped his mouth shut.

"Well, erm, I really don't know-"

"I really can't tell you guys a lot," Sora interrupted, "I shouldn't've even told you about where I'm from. But, I trust you all. And we're friends, right?" He grinned, hoping to seem a little reassuring.

After a slight pause and a glance between the trio, Harry nodded. "Of course we're friends."

"So you understand that I can't tell you more than you need to know?" He pleaded.

"Yeah, we understand. But, can't you tell us what those things were, mate?" Ron asked.

"They're called the heartless, and they go around causing trouble." Sora frowned. "That's why I'm here actually. I'm trying to protect this world from that threat. But," he shook his head, "that's all I can tell you. Just, try to avoid them. They're my responsibility."

Hermione reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "We'll try to help you as much as possible. After all, we are friends." She smiled and Sora couldn't help but manage a smile as well.

The passage in the wall opened up and a few students came in, talking. Sora leaned back and mouthed 'Thanks' before grabbing his book bag and pretended to do something with it.

"Shall we get our Divination stuff, then?" Harry said.

"I s'pose," Ron groaned. Sora banged his head on the arm of the chair.

Several hours later, and many made up fortunes, Sora and the trio were again alone in the Common Room.

"Does this stuff ever end?" Sora asked, slightly slurred from sleepiness. He yawned and stretched his arms. "I've had hand cramps even since I "predicted" that I was going to trip down the astronomy tower stairs. Oh, that reminds me, thanks for letting me borrow that map of yours Harry."

Harry nodded and continued to scribble down nonsense on his homework scroll.

All of a sudden, there was a tapping sound at the window. There was a snowy white owl perched on the sill.

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed and jumped up to retrieve her. She flew over his head and landed gracefully on the back of an armchair.

"It's about time!" He said and untied the parchment off of her leg.

"She's got an answer!" Ron said excitedly. All three of them were huddled around the owl. Sora was rather confused.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

"Harry-

I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore-they're saying he's got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means he's reading the signs, even if no one else is.

I'll be in touch soon. My best to Ron and Hermione. Keep your eyes open, Harry.

Sirius"

Sora had no idea who that letter was from, what exactly it was about, and how important it was. He was left it the dark, but it seemed to get the trio fired up.

"He's flying north? He's coming back?" Hermione whispered.

"Dumbledore's reading what signs?" Ron said, perplexed. "Harry-what's up?"

"I shouldn't've told him!" Harry stormed.

"What are you on about?" Ron said in surprise.

"I made him think that he's got to come back! Coming back because he thinks I'm in trouble! And there's nothing wrong with me!" He slammed his fists on the table.

"Harry," Hermione started but was cut off by Harry.

"I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." He said briskly and walked up to the dormitory, leaving them to an awkward silence.

"Uh, what was that about?" Sora asked hesitantly.

"Nothing, you don't need to worry about it." Ron said shortly and gathered up his quills.

"Sirius is Harry's godfather. And it wouldn't be good for his, er, wellbeing if he came back. It's dangerous for him." Hermione answered quietly.

"For Harry? Why would his godfather hurt him?" Sora cocked his head in confusion, yet again lost by these affairs.

"No, no, for Sirius. Er, nevermind. Maybe some other time. I'm really tired tonight." She gathered up her things and waved goodnight and she walked up the stairs to the girl's room.

Sora leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Man, things are complicated when you don't know the whole story. But, of course, that's probably how the trio feels like about the heartless situation.

Sora yawned and decided it would be best to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be tough enough as it is.

"Night, Ron." He mumbled to the redhead who was crouched over the fireplace. He nodded in acknowledgment.

Sora quickly dressed into his pajamas and slipped under the covers. It was plenty cozy in there and he could feel the weight of the day sink out of him and be absorbed by the mattress. His eyes started to blink closed and his last thought before he was lost into oblivion was that he hoped that whatever was wrong with that Sirius guy would mend itself.