A/N: Hi. Soooo, that little omake with Ventus and Ava? Thatttt was a joke. That seriously did not happen. If it did, I'd be thrilled but meh. They don't actually reveal who the actual traitor was, but Ava does end up triggering the Keyblade War when she attacks Luxu. Why this triggers the war is beyond me, but it did. Hence the omake.

Published: 5/14/2018

Warnings: None

Underline: Ventus

Italics: Sora

Chapter 14

Classes

Harry James Potter, before him at last. Snape had prepared himself for this. He had had years to prepare for this. For this single moment. For this moment, gazing into those familiar eyes out of that twisted face.

The product of betrayal.

There was no other definition for it. No other way to word it. No other way to define it. That's exactly what this brat was. Sometimes, Snape wondered where exactly it all went wrong.

For a brief moment, he remembered calling Lily that dreadful name. A name that he regretted even now. Had that been it?

No, Severus realized. It hadn't been that at all. That explained Snape's parting with Lily, to be sure, but not the rest.

How James Potter and Lily Evans fell in love with each other was beyond him, but Snape suspected it was the war. In such trifling times, such relationships are born. Born under the fires of the struggle, born under the desire to have something more, something to exist for. Duress was such a shining motivator.

Regardless, Snape would never know now. He could never know, because Lily had been blow to pieces the second the Dark Lord's curse had rebounded, along with half the house.

And here stood the product of that all.

Lily really had outdone herself.

In her spite of him, she'd gone off and breeded with Snape's childhood bully faster than you could say the word 'petty'.

The brat was a Hufflepuff, too. Snape hadn't been the only one shocked by that development before waving it off. Still. This child might be different from his father.

Might, but that face, and those eyes? They mocked him. Mocked him, because in the back of Snape's head, he could see it. He could see James Potter, learing at him, an arm wrapped triumphantly around Lily's shoulders.

Lily, dead and gone and broken. Broken, because the Dark Lord had lied. He'd promised to spare her, but he'd been adamant. The child would die. The child had to die, according to the Dark Lord.

It made Snape regret ever pledging allegiance, really. Any psychopath that believed a baby, of all things, would bring them to an end didn't deserve followers.

Then again… Potter had. A two year old had literally brought the Dark Lord's reign to its end.

What an utterly fascinating child.

"Mr. Potter. Our new… Celebrity." Snape snarked.

To his surprise, one of the Hufflepuffs actually broke into chortles. Chortles that quickly died when he realized no one else found it amusing. Snape turned to said child, raising a single eyebrow.

Smith's mirth died, cheeks stained red as he looked away.

Hn. Potter had already managed to turn one of the Hufflepuffs against him. Of course he had. How the child of James Potter had managed to get into the house of the loyal and the kind was beyond Snape, but it seemed he was already starting to show signs of his true colors. His true twisted disposition.

Snape locked eyes with the boy, not bothering for even a second to hide his smoldering hatred. This boy was the physical representation of every mistake in Snape's life, every anguish, every pained moment. Hating him was so simple, so easy.

Hating him was second nature.

Potter had the audacity to groan. Oh wait. No. He held it back, but only barely. Snape growled, eyes narrowed.

Then, without an ounce of hesitation, he locked gazes and pushed. What exactly made this boy tick, really?

Snape had no intent of riddling through the boy's memories. Of ripping his way into the boy's mind. To do so to a child was dangerous beyond belief, an act that could turn Potter into a vegetable and land Snape in Azkaban faster than you can blink.

Skimming, through?

That, Snape could do.

Casual legilimency was the easiest. The simplest form of the art which many had dubbed as 'mind reading'. It involved gazing at the mere surface, taking bits and pieces from it without being too invasive. Against a practiced Occlumence, such an art would be utterly useless. Against Potter?

There would be no defense. Besides, no harm would come from a skim.

And, of course, because Harry Potter existed for the sole purpose of being the bane of Snape's existence, everything went completely and utterly wrong as Snape was pulled head first right into the filthy brats mind.

Sora blinked.

Since when do random strangers come barreling down from the sky? Sora looked up. Was there a hole somewhere in the sky? Where more people going to descend, crashing onto his beach? Should he expect Riku to randomly show up, blasting his way past an army of Sora clones like he had last time?

Actually, Sora would be totally thrilled if that happened. So thrilled that his heart ached at the very thought before tossing it away.

That life was gone, ripped away from him. Sora didn't like to dwell on it. He was more of a live in the now kind of guy, not a drown yourself in the past you can no longer have kind of person.

For a moment, Sora wondered how Riku was. He hoped he was okay. He hoped everyone was okay, despite the fact that he was gone.

Elsewhere, Riku ran about the Elemental Nations causing utter hell in every which place he could.

Wait. Sora was getting away from the present. Conjuring a stick out of thin air, Sora began to poke their unexpected guest. Said guest did not respond, eyes shut close, clearly unconscious from his fall.

Sora titled his head.

Wait a second…

Greasy hair… Dark robes… Pale skin… Sora gasped.

Behind Sora, there was a growl. Sora turned. Ventus materialized out of thin air, seemingly materializing form the wind itself. Stalking forth, the blond… Reminded Sora a lot of Roxas, actually, with the furious air he was exuding.

Ventus looked at Sora before turning away, eyes narrowing as they locked onto their guest. He stalked forth, gaze locked as he tilted his head.

"Snape? Snape knocked his way in here? Huh. I… Kinda expected Dumbledore, really." Ventus stated, bewildered, anger seemingly fading away in the face of astonishment.

"Do you know him?"

"Not this time around, I don- … Why in the hell are you poking him with a stick?"

Sora blushed, tossing said stick behind him while whistling innocently. An innocent whistle that did nothing in the face of Ventus' utter unimpressed stare. Sighing, Ventus turned away, eyes locking back on the sleeping Snape.

"He triggered my trap." Ventus said, as if this explained everything.

Except no, it explained nothing because Sora wasn't aware of any so called trap, and he voiced as such.

"My trap, incase someone tried to invade Harry's head. Or his heart. They'd end up here, with us, and then we could take care of it. Ah, I hope the other half of the trap... " Ventus closed his eyes, raising his head a little in the direction of the sky. Sora recognized it as Ventus' look through Harry face. Opening his eyes again, Ventus nodded to himself, looking smug. "Yep, that triggered too!"

"What triggered?" Sora asked, feeling more confused by the second.

"Time freezing spell! So, we have a little time! Now…" Ventus turned towards Snape, his expression turning downright feral. Sora resisted the urge to take a step back, only now remembering that this was the same boy that had been perfectly willing to tear his own heart to pieces if it meant getting back at someone that had harmed the people he loved.

Ventus cracked his knuckles.

"What do we do with this little invader, huh?"

Harry watched in confusion as Professor Snape staggered back after locking gazes with him. Snape's hand darted out, gripping onto the desk before him to steady himself.

For the rest of the class, Snape refused to even acknowledge him, running about the classroom and pretending Harry didn't exist.

O… Kay?

Weird, but Vernon had been worse. Harry could deal with this just fine.

Harry stared at the match.

The match stared at Harry.

Well, not really, but it felt like it was staring at Harry.

Harry twitched.

How was he supposed to turn the match into metal, anyways? What did the two even have to do with one another? Where was the logic behind this? What was the use of this, anyways?

Hm. Actually, Harry supposed if one could turn wood into metal and metal into wood, you could switch back and forth with ease depending on what you needed at the time. But didn't this type of magic wear off after a bit? What was the point of Transfiguration if that was the case? What was the whole point?

Harry poked at the match with his wand, flummoxed.

Hm. Wouldn't it make more sense to change his wand into random things, now that he thought about it?

Harry lifted said wand, eyeing it speculatively.

Don't you dare, Harry.

Harry pouted.

No. For all we know, the wand will explode on you. It's not a Keyblade. We'll teach you with one of those.

Harry perked.

When you're older. Much, much older.

Harry twitched. Great. If dad, of all people, was reluctant to let Harry near a Keyblade, he probably wouldn't be touching one until he was in his thirties. Lovely.

Harry turned back to the match. Well, might as well get on with it. With a sigh, Harry waved his wand over the match, muttering the spell McGonagall had instructed them.

A blast of wind turned his desk, along with the next few, into awesome brand new matchsticks for the rest of the the First Years. Harry eeped, leaping up in surprise as the entire class turned to look at him in shock.

"Er… Oops?" Harry apologized.

McGonagall groaned, burring her face in the palm of her hand.

"Oh god, not another one."

Charms with Slytherin actually proved to be a little more effective than Transfiguration, although Harry supposed that had more to do with Eiko somehow managing to cancel out Harry accidentally enchanting half the furniture in the room to float about.

Huh. So that's the spell Merlin kept using! Hey, Ven, do you think Merlin is from this world?

…

Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you smashing your face against that tree? Hey, Ven!

Terra, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever accused you of being stupid. I was wrong. So, so wrong. I now see stupidity for what it truly is, and it's right here in front of my face.

Hey!

"Oh my! What wonderful display of magic!" Flitwick cheered, his tiny form practically bubbling from excitement. Harry blushed.

Eiko glared at him.

"More like wonderful show of lack of control!" the girl accused, hands on her hips as she frowned at Harry.

Harry eeped. She wasn't exactly wrong.

Harry was the first Hufflepuff in leaving memory to run in fright from the Herbology class. In his defense, the second he had walked in, half the plants had taken a single whiff of him(and how plants did that was beyond him, but, apparently, they did) and they attempted to take a chunk out of him.

Luckily, that class was with Gryffindors.

Unluckily, Harry and Vivi received detention when Vivi burned off the vines that had entrapped Harry, as Professor Sprout refused to believe they hadn't provoked one of her precious plants into attack mode one way or another.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was so boring Harry almost fell asleep in the middle of the lesson. Who in their right mind thought Quirrell would make a good Professor when the man was literally terrified of his own shadow?

History of Magic actually did end with Harry falling asleep in the middle of class.

Ventus sighed, shooting a glare at a sheepish looking Sora.

"He so gets this from you."

Sora shrugged, not bothering denying it.

The one class Harry truly paid attention too, though, was the very last one of the day. Although, calling it day really wasn't appropriate. At all. Leave it to Hogwarts to have one class that has to be taught at Midnight.

Well, technically it could be taught at other times, but Midnight was the time it was taught best.

Why?

"Several years ago, we observed a very odd phenomena when studying the stars. Several actually went out, completely." Professor Sinistra spoke.

Went out? Why… Did that sound familiar? Beside Harry, Hermione's face scrunched. Harry edged away from his friend slightly. She looked like she was ready to blow, which he so did not want to be near if she actually did.

"What? But that isn't… That isn't possible, Professor! How can stars just go out?" Hermione asked, disbelief clouding her voice. If Professor Sinistra heard it, she didn't comment.

On the other side of the room, Dora snorted. Harry twisted towards the other boy, except Dora wasn't looking at him. Instead, orange eyes were locked up to the sky, on the stars themselves.

"Frankly, my dear, we never did discover the 'how'. What we do know, however, that the fading of the stars coincided with the Dark Lord's rise to power." Professor Sinistra stated.

Several people flinched at that.

"Wait… That… Those two events can't possibly be related, can they?" Zacharias asked, sounded a bit frightened.

Professor Sinistra turned to him.

"My dear boy, of course it can. The flow of the stars affect the flow of magic itself. The Dark Lord didn't choose his moment by chance. No. He chose his moment as the stars began to fade because it fueled his power."

"But the stars didn't fade! Stars can't fade!" Hermione continued to protest.

Beside her, Ron frowned.

"Stop that! 'Course they can fade. It wouldn't be the first time."

What?

Harry resisted the urge to grip his ears as dual voices assaulted it at the same time.

Professor Sinistra turned towards Hermione.

"I can assure you, child, that they have and can before. Rarely have we recorded such events, but they have come to pass. Like many things in the universe, the flow of the stars affect the flow of magic. Their shine effects our eb and flow, just as you'll find a fire spell will burn brightly under the glare of the sun and a water spell will flounder under the light of a full moon." Professor Sinistra explained.

Then, the woman turned back towards the stars, hand extending out towards them.

"That, Miss Granger, is why we study the stars. Why we study the skies. For in their flow, we see shift and change. The stars do not change destiny. That is but a fairy tail. However, they can change the energies that we Wizards and Witches tap into, and that is why studying them is vital. Why certain potions only flourish under their glow, by their leave." Professor Sinistra turned back to them.

"And that, my students, is what we shall be learning in my class. The flow of stars, of planets distant and far, and the effect they have on us even here, eons away."

… Harry. Pay attention to this class. Every last detail.

Harry couldn't help but nod, attention rapt on Professor Sinistra. Beside Harry, Hermione looked around, her expression somewhat disgusted before falling into resignation. Well. If everyone else wanted to believe that the angle of Pluto's axis could change the flow of the universe, then she supposed the price for magic truly was obvious.

Sanity and common sense for power. Yupp. That had to be it. Shrugging, Hermione decided she'd just accept it as a fact of life, and not let it bother her.

So, I now have a tumblr. Same username as on here. I've just started the thing, but I'll be posting random things there for all my stories