Hey everyone,
This chapter is probably not going to be what you expected it would be. Don't get me wrong, I really want to get to the chapter that I had planned and give Umbridge a bit more of what's coming to her, but I felt like I had sold the Demonstration short. It was an event that I had been referencing and hyping up and then my lack of skill as a writer of battle scenes hit me where it hurts – again. So I felt like rectifying that, if only by a little. As such, here we have the first interlude.
Let's do this,

Venquine1990

Interlude
The Minds Of Friends

16th of September 1995
Quidditch Pitch, England
Sora's POV

This is what we have been waiting for, what we've been training for. When we came to this world, we knew there was war on the horizon. We knew there was a chance that we might have to fight in a battle or two, especially if the enemy was disturbing enough to continue attacking kids the way their leader had attacked Harry back when he was an infant. We had already been prepared to show off our skill, both in the Master's DADA class and in case of an attack on Hogsmeade.
But while we really haven't had a reason to do any serious training the past two years, none of us felt like slacking off. And a small part of me even feels a guilty sense of pleasure in showing off like we are. I still remember the way that Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness, had used the loss of our world to, in a way, send a message to the light. And I am well aware that him and Maleficent turning Radiant Garden into Hollow Bastion was of similar nature.

But this time it's not the villains sending a message to the heroes, it's the other way around. And while I remember Braig's report on Malfoy Senior from last week on Friday, I have glanced over to the aristocratic blonde a few times during my fight. And the sight of his astonishment and the way he tries to hide his growing sense of fear is what makes me feel like this time we're the ones sending the message to them instead of the other way around. Because of this, I feel sure that Blaise won't have to worry about the man trying to intimidate him again.
Yet it's not just the blonde that I'm focused on. Over the course of the last two weeks, whenever we weren't focused on classes or Harry, we had been on patrol. And several times, almost a full dozen now, we encountered other students who tried something similar. And while I'm sure a few of Harry's friends might not want to believe it, the majority of this group of intimidators are actually Gryffindors, the others being either Slytherin or Ravenclaw.
A few girls in Katie's year, a lad named McLaggen and some others seem to either think that, because they are older, they can make the younger years do their homework or that they can just outright intimidate, harass, bully or humiliate those either younger than them or in other Houses. And the fact that the majority of these transgressors go after First years is almost worse than the way that the Snakes treat Muggleborns when they spot them.

Because of this, I also turn to look at all the bastards and bullies that the others and I caught over the past few weeks and they all seem similarly intimidated. Yet McLaggen steals the cake. The lad is obviously trying to keep a brave face and sneer at us, but his trembling lip of fear is visible from where I'm standing at almost the other side of the arena and the fact that he doesn't have anyone sitting near him says a lot.
I had spotted one of the students who sat near him look down at his legs and make a face before they left and instantly realized why. Yet before I could properly respond, Riku had drawn my attention back to the battle. And yet the whole time my focus isn't entirely on the fight against my best and closest friend or on the transgressors of the last two weeks. I know just fine who the Master is sitting next to and what it might mean. And then I hear one of the two open his mouth – and insult our whole group while next to the Master.
Instantly I lower my arms in shock and drop the Keyblade. And while Riku had made an attempt to strike at me, he himself freezes just inches before his blade hits my head. His eyes are as wide as I am sure my own are and I can only twist my head in his direction, disbelief and shock marring my face. I notice that everyone else has also stopped and that Axel's fire has died out. But I also spot that Harry and his friends have moved away and think: "Smart move, you lot."

Riku's POV

I swing and strike, parry and deflect. I conjure walls of dark and light energy and fire blast of dark fire. I jump, cartwheel and sprint around to either deflect and dodge attacks or get close and strike. My hair blows all around my head, yet is just short enough it doesn't cover my eyes and block my sight. My cloths have transformed back to their original form, but I can still feel the power of the other form flow through my every nerve and vein.
I spent the last two years furthering my control over the darkness that was left within me after Maleficent unlocked the power within my heart. Since I finished my Mark of Mastery Exam and became a full-fledged Master it's been easier for me to accept that this power is mine and that I am the only one to control it. Sora has often been by my side to help me and encourage me, but there have also been times where I trained and grinded the power by myself.

Over the years I used whatever opportunity I could. Even times when I was in a furious rage over something or feeling down about something or the other, I would try and put in a bit of training. This because I had learned that my power was stronger when I felt certain emotions, especially negative ones. And because I didn't feel like risking myself or risking the chance that my power might, one day, increase my negative emotions past the point of no control, I trained.
Yet I didn't just train, grind and sparred. I also started learning how to meditate, a skill that Master Yen Sid was very happy to teach me. And the few things that I learned when we were doing recon definitely sometimes made the meditation and my growing control over my own emotions very necessary. I'm not sure if Harry is even aware of it, but over the last few years, his parents have slowly been taken out of the story regarding his victory over the Dark Lord all those years ago.

Some stories do still reference the Potters and a rare few even still try to come up with a genuine, respectful or even potentially accurate description of what might have happened that night, but more and more companies these days seem more intent on making a quick buck than on really staying true to the source material or showing proper respect to the dead. Some stories diminish the Potters and their role, others completely exclude them.
And while it's mostly comics that do the latter, a fact that helps me remain calm as those are nothing but fiction and thus mostly harmless, the way some others exclude Lily and James and try to glorify Harry's talents and skills and those of the Dark Lord is just outrageous. And while some might find a sense of humor in how some are even bold enough to diminish the Dark Lord's lack of skill in these stories, I just find it even more insulting to the night itself.

The worst of all is that all of this is stuff I discovered even before Fudge started his smear campaign against Harry and Dumbledore. The man's not even responsible for any of it, but at the same time a small part of me wonders if it's not also the source behind his crazy paranoia and need to discredit Harry, who really is just a victim in the whole scenario. Yet even if this is true, it does nothing to improve my opinion of the man that sits near Harry right now.
Then suddenly Sora, who has been getting distracted with a few of the students in the crowd during the fight, drops his arms just as I want to strike at him. I wonder why my friend would end our fight so suddenly, but then a loud voice breaks through my focus on the fight, again. And the words that the supposed brother of young Ronald astound me into ceasing my attack. I stand in front of my best friend, his eyes as wide as my own and we turn to the Master as one.

Even's POV

I am a scientist. Research is what I do. Discovering new theories and testing them, learning about the boundaries of life, educating others into what's right and wrong and doing what I can to make life better and, if possible, easier for those around me. I am not really a fighter, but I have yet to lose my touch after the few years I fought for the original Organization as Vexen. My shield is still just as strong and my will just as solid as the ice I use to fight with.
A small part of me had hoped that I would lose the solid and cold element after I regained my human form, but my second transformation back into Vexen killed this chance dead before it could be tested. And after a while I grew to accept it and even learned how to unlock the earth, wind and illusion skill within Aeleus, Dilan and Ienzo respectively. I also taught Aeleus how to use the corridors again after Sora and the others defeated Master Yen Sid, yet Dilan and Ienzo declined this offer.

I really am a simple man and while my biggest passion has always been behind a clipboard, a computer or a lab table, I know how to fight. When I learned that we would return to Earth and help defend the school and its students against both the argument between Fudge and Dumbledore and a potential attack of Voldemort on the school, I instantly started grinding. I used all the inventions I had made over the years to make my shield more durable.
I also developed new techniques with Ice and made my ability to call upon the element in various ways faster than it had ever been before. And finally, when I wasn't training, preparing, experimenting or collecting the recon data of the others and forming it into a solid compilation, I took on another role in the Garden. I have never liked bullies or people who think they can insult others for whatever reason. And over the last few years I let the Garden know this.

I know that Hogwarts already knows this thanks to how I talked to Mr. Malfoy after his first Potions class of the year. I am well aware that some have started to greatly exaggerate the tale, but the core continuously remains the same and that's what matters to me. I am very grateful that even the biggest gossipers keep to the fact that my reprimanding was because Malfoy broke the one rule about insulting others very seriously.
And then I hear the loudmouth with a badge actually insult me and all of my friends while deflecting one of Dilan's spears trying to strike me from above. I keep my shield up in case of another attack, but I also turn to face the obnoxious prat of a child. And while I have a very high opinion of all of his family, my opinion of him drops another dozen notches as the boy seems clueless and unable to comprehend why all my comrades are staring at him.

Ienzo's POV

Life is full of mysteries. I have always known this as I have wondered why my parents were taken from me ever since it happened. It was one of the reasons I took an instant liking to Harry whenever he was around Master Ansem or learning from Even and him leaving really hurt. I am quite sure that it even played a part in Xehanort being able to turn me from Ienzo, loyal charge of Master Ansem, into Zexion, the Cloaked Schemer of Organization Thirteen.
After I was changed back, I was definitely happy to just being me again. But a short while after Sora and the others put an end to Xehanort I started noticing something about myself. I would have moments where I would want to look something up, but not be able to find the book that I want. I would feel like I was missing a vital tool for the sake of my research. There were even moments where I would almost feel like I was incomplete or something.

Then Even, who I sometimes mistook for Vexen the first few weeks after his return to the Garden, offered me to unlock the illusion ability that was still part of me. As he said this, I felt an urge unlike any other and before I knew it, the older scientist had done as said. And me calling the Lexicon for the first time felt similar to when I woke up as a human for the first time in three years. After this my research improved immensely.
But while I have learned that life is full of mysteries, that some mysteries are best off left alone and that things aren't always as they seem, I also learned the most obvious thing of all. Sometimes things are like cloaks and daggers, sometimes the world is just made of black and white with no grey in between. And if there is one thing I have learned these past few weeks, it's that this is especially true for a lot of those here on earth.

So many here are set in their ways and the fact that it's hardly right or fair to others in most cases is just wrong. I may not have a lot of research to do here, other than more recon into how this world works and sometimes a quick recon mission to see how Voldemort is doing, but that just gives me more time to spare elsewhere. And now that the others and I have discovered that bullying is such a huge problem here, I feel like I'm in my element.
It really is sad that at almost every break between classes, the others and I spot at least a few students who want to make the lives of others miserable, but I also consider it excellent training. And the others seem to agree as they often ask me to create an illusion that will lure the bully away from their target. And the sight of a few of these students walking straight into walls, curtains, suits of armor and even a door or two makes me feel better than I should.
I know that Zexion is still part of me, that the ruthless bastard who was willing to use his own friends to manipulate a teenager is still inside me and that his emotions are partially to blame for my sick entertainment of these students. But at the same time I'm old and wise enough to accept that it's not just my former Nobody, that I'm just as guilty of this sick enjoyment. Yes, over the course of my life I learned many things.

And one thing I learned in the past few years is that you don't insult anyone either Even or Master Yen Sid likes, especially not in their vicinity. And so, while I want to create a herd of Hippogriff to attack Aeleus, I hear words of insult being almost shouted in, what I know, is the vicinity of where the Master is seated. My Lexicon drops from my hand and I stare at Aeleus for a moment, silently asking him: "Tell me I didn't hear that." But the man turns and I follow.
Life can either be full of mysteries or be as black and white as the stripes on a zebra's form. Yet while a small part of me wonders if I can't use my illusions to change the Weasley boy into a zebra and let him make a real ass of himself, I only need to look at the Master to know. Nothing I, my friends or anyone else could do would be more appropriate and better suited as punishment than what the Master is obviously thinking about. The look in his eyes says it all.

Ventus' POV

The past two years have been mostly quiet and peaceful. There had been sightings of either Heartless or Nobodies, but Sora and the others were actually insistent on not involving us. They had, at first, tried to tell us that we had gone through enough in the years we were separate and that we could leave it to them, the next generation. But my friends and I hadn't accepted this, at least not right away. We had spent a few weeks just letting them do so, but we had soon joined in.
And even when we hadn't joined in, Aqua, Terra and I had all agreed that we would always spent at least one hour a day at the training grounds of The Land Of Departure. Funnily enough, while we had agreed on only one hour, so far none of us have ever been able to keep it to just that. Terra is especially bad as his lowest is at least four hours, but I'm not much better with my three and Aqua is a close third with 2 hours and 50 minutes.

And more often than not we go way beyond that. Terra even managed to train an entire day just last year. The day after, Aqua and I had tended to him and his muscles. We had done his chores for him that day and Aqua had even managed to create a whole new dish that, afterwards, Terra declared to be his new favorite. And just like with Aqua and me, we agreed that this would be Terra's birthday dish from then on.
Yet while we definitely trained daily, sometimes by ourselves and sometimes together, we really haven't had anything like what we're doing right now. And I am loving every last minute of it. My Keyblade in hand, my legs slightly apart, my arm bend backwards, my whole stance ready. I love being able to use all of the skills that I trained all those years ago, the powers and abilities I gained when training under Master Eraqus and when I was traveling.
Yet at the same time it's nothing like what it was like back then. Before everything went wrong with Master Xehanort and Vanitas, I always felt like Terra, Aqua and Master Eraqus were more focused on me being the youngest than really the skills I was developing alongside them. But now that we're back and that things are better, I notice a definite change and improvement.
Both Terra and Aqua are no longer holding back or trying to warn me when they think they're going to do something that they fear I might not be able to handle. I know that Aqua will always consider herself my mother/older sister and I definitely love her in a similar fashion, but I am also eternally grateful that she now considers me an equal on the battle field. And the fact that Terra is unleashing some of his heaviest attacks proves similar.

I jump away from Terra using a Geo Impact attack and quickly make sure to block Aqua's Spellmaster technique when suddenly I hear words reach me from somewhere on the other side of the field. "They're abominations, nothing more, nothing less." And these words stops Aqua in her tracks and she stares at me, while Terra is gaping at where the voice is coming from. Aqua and I turn as well and when I see the source, I can only think:
"You can't be serious." The source is the same young man that, before we started our demonstration, tried to disagree with my friends and that got told off by Aqua. But what shocks me even more than his words is the look on his face. Confusion mars his face and I mutter: "He can't be stupid enough to think that his words will go unpunished, can he?" But while Aqua seems too shocked to answer, Terra mutters: "Isn't that exactly why we're here? Because of stupidity like that?" I nod.

Braig's POV

I really hate myself. The day before we left for this world, I took a close look at a lot of lifelines. The lines of most of my new friends and partners in crime, such as Sora, Even, Naminé, Aqua, Terra, the Master's and Harry's. At first I was very glad as none of their lifelines were short enough that I feared they might not make it through the war that is on this world's doorstep. Yet at the same time, I did notice something pretty worrying.
It may not have been on the same level as Xehanort, but I could definitely see lots of small blots of darkness splattered all over their lifelines. And while most of their lines were still as light as they were after the war against Xehanort ended, I still hated the fact that going to this world would only further trouble them and cause them even more strive. I already hated myself enough for having to put all those worlds through the darkness that was Xehanort and had thought that after that the heroes would be given a break from such strive.

Of course I had already known that going to a world that is on the verge of being war-torn would be a risk, but I had really hoped that with the roles we had taken as Guardian Angels of the school and with the Order of the Phoenix, we could just take on an advisory role in this war and leave the fighting to the locals. Naturally after meeting Umbridge I got my first example of what kind of darkness we'd be dealing with here, but I had felt confident that we'd be able to handle it.
"We faced a maniac that thought that he could use Darkness to eradicate Darkness, so we should be able to handle some woman too arrogant for her own good, right?" Yet the one thing I had not counted on was the chance that this arrogance would make this woman and those like her feel like they can insult us and others and get away with it. Yet while Umbridge has managed to keep her tongue until the incident the other day, the same doesn't count for the arrogant Weasley.

And yet the words that leave his mouth after his boss asks his questions astound me and I do something I have never done before. I shoot one of my arrows, yet my aim is entirely off and shoots off into the air, soaring over the heads of a whole group of students and hitting the tip of an asp tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The tip gets blasted off and a few birds fly out of their nests or the branches they were on in frightened shock.
I have been fighting Dilan and Even for the past twenty minutes or so and they are just as shocked as me. Dilan, who had been surrounded by his lances and several small gusts of wind is now standing in a pile of his weapons as they fell down when the words reached him. Even's shield is also on the ground and his eyes convey the same disbelief that I feel. And as one we turn around to stare at the arrogant – and currently stupidly confused – redhead.

Xion's POV

My life has been like a dark night with the sky so dark only a few stars have ever been able to shine their light through the darkness. Of course, for the most part the lights that represent my friendship with Axel and Roxas have always shone the brightest, but even those Xemnas had been able to temporarily extinguish with his tricks, his secrecy and his deceit. Yet in the end I had been able to count on Roxas and even on Isa's need to see Lea be happy.
It had been utterly brilliant when, for reasons I still don't quite understand, Axel and Lea had separated, yet Lea still had Axel's memories and so he had easily become part of our group of friends, same as with Isa, Hayner, Pence and Olette. And of course I had easily grown close with Kairi and Naminé and Roxas had also created almost sibling-like bonds with both Sora and Ventus. And what's best of all was that Aqua and Terra more or less adopted the lot of us.

Then I had learned about Harry and the whole group worked hard for a whole year to learn all we could, both about the boy himself and about his parents. I know that this had been a bit of a sensitive topic for Roxas and myself as we both felt as if, because we are Nobodies, we don't really have any parents. Roxas had actually joked: "I mean, Sora's not really a perfect role model for a father, now is he?" But I had reminded him of Terra and Aqua and this had settled the problem.
Yet the more I learned about Harry and what he had gone through while he lived on earth, not to mention the war his parents fought in, the more I felt like this world was like my past. I may have kept my distance from Harry the whole time, yet I felt like I had found someone who, while human, was exactly like me. Yet this fact had not pleased me. If anything it had felt me with a burning and ever growing need to help him, the same way Sora, Roxas and the others helped me.

Then summer happened and when I first learned of the slander that the boy was going through, I had needed Axel, Lea and Terra to keep me from going on a rampage. I had even felt the power that Even had programmed me with so long ago, the power I had turned on Roxas before I had returned to Sora and given him back the memories that I had, unknowingly, absorbed. I was furious, but at the same time I had been terrified.
"What if this breaks him? What if this is the thing that pushes him over the edge? What if, after this, we can't help him anymore? I can't let that happen. I can't let them do that. LET ME GO!" I had yelled at my friends and yet the Master had reassured me and said that he would visit Harry as often as possible to keep his light strong. This had lasted all the way until Harry had been taken to London. I had despaired shortly, but the Master had once again reassured me.

"He is with friends now, Xion. Trust in them the way you trust in us. Do not despair or you won't be able to do what you so obviously want to." He had told me and I had agreed. The rest of summer I had doubled my effort in training. Every day I was fighting against at least one of my friends and I didn't even care who was my partner for the day. Terra, Aqua, Braig, Even, Dilan, Sora, Riku. I had taken each of them on and gotten better after each and every fight.
The training had done me a lot of good in more than one way. I had not only been able to vent my pent up emotions without compromising us or our mission. I had also been able to get better, stronger, faster, more durable and more flexible. But the best part of it all was the bond that grew between Kairi and me. And by the end of summer, she had become my most frequent training partner. Even now that we're here at the castle the girl and I train often.
Yet Kairi is also proving just why she is one of the Seven Lights, as the Organization dubbed the group. She doesn't just train with me; she also spends time with me whenever she has a chance. She even taught me a few things that, according to her, we would have learned had it not been for Xehanort and his mad ideas of leadership. The girl had taken me shopping, had taught me how to find a hobby of my own and shown me I have skills outside of fighting.

I had never thought of using my voice for anything other than talking and laughing, but Kairi had helped me discover that I have an amazingly nice singing voice. And just last week, I found out that gently singing a soft melody to myself before bed helped me sleep more soundly. I am really grateful, not just to Kairi for helping me learn about all of this, but to everyone else as well. And unlike when I was first created, I no longer take it kindly when someone insults my friends.
"They're abominations, nothing more, nothing less." I may not know who the voice belongs to, but I do know that the insults are aimed at me and the others. Kairi and I were just about to shoot an elemental attack at each other, but both of us stop halfway through. Yet then Kairi suddenly shouts: "DEEP FREEZE!" And in my growing anger I am too slow to react and get encased. Yet only up to my neck and so I turn to where the voice came from.

And the sight of the red hair on the head of the bastard who dared to call my team such a horrible name is almost as fiery as the raging fury that I feel burning within me. I am well aware that I can still cast other elemental spells and I feel sure that my anger could fuel a fire spell enough that it would instantly melt the ice around me. But a little something else that I spot stills my hand. The Master's face proves that he feels the same anger as I do.
I lock eyes with the usually calm and wise man and while I know we don't have access to what these wizards call Legilimency or Mind Magic, I am sure that he received the message that surges through my mind. "Give him hell for me. Take my anger and make it your own. Show him what happens when you mess with true light. Please don't hold back on him." The man slowly stands up and as he turns around to face the boy, I smirk in eager anticipation.

Back at Hogwarts
Namine's POV

I don't know why, but I feel a sudden urge to grab my pencil and sketchpad. Over the last hour the teachers, Demyx and I did a few patrol rounds around the school, checking up on the students who remained behind, either in their common rooms and dormitories or in the library. There were also a few students who remained behind because they wanted to see what Demyx could do. And while the lad is often quite lazy, he definitely loved showing off his aquatic and musical skills.
Now Professors Sinistra, Burbage and Madam Pince, who left the library after the last student checked out a book to read ten minutes ago, are in the Great Hall with me, the lot of us sitting on the table that Headmaster Dumbledore provided for my friends and me. We are mostly just talking with each other and while I'm not contributing much, I am still enjoying myself immensely. This because the bonds of friendship between these three is very obvious.
The three ladies might not have been working at Hogwarts for as long as Dumbledore, McGonagall and Flitwick, but they have obviously all started closely after each other and Sinistra and Pince were even House Mates, though Pince is four years older than Sinistra. And the three of them are either laughing about mistakes they made in their own youth or stuff that students do these days that remind them of the good old days.

But while I am enjoying myself and while I love the fact that, when I tell the women that it's not my story to tell when they ask me something I know the Master wants to divulge soon, I know that I shouldn't ignore my urge. I grab the required items and while I do so, I worry for Harry. Yet as I draw, my pencil enchanted to change color depending on what I am drawing, this concern quickly dies out. Yet at the same time, as I draw, my concern doesn't leave entirely.
I draw the master first and just the fact that I draw him with a red outlining increases my concern as this means that something actually really angered the man. Then I start to draw a young adult who has the Weasley red hair, but who doesn't have any of the features that I have grown to know over the past two weeks and who has glasses on his face. I draw him aiming some kind of accusing finger at something. Then I turn to where he is aiming and continue to draw.

But this time I recognize everything I am drawing. I recognize Sora's messy brown hair, Riku's black leather jacket and pants, Axel's Chakrams and Terra's bulky form. I draw Xion and Kairi last of the whole group and by now the other three have come to stand around me to see what I have drawn. I am already sure what it means, but am still slightly confused, so I turn to them. "Who is that?" I ask as I aim for the redhead.
Pince winces and says: "That would be Percy Weasley, Naminé dear. He's the third eldest of the Weasleys and currently he enjoys the privilege of being the Minister's Assistant. It caused quite the rift between him and the rest of the family. I even heard that it caused for a fight to erupt between him and his father. And I know Arthur; he hardly ever fights with anyone." Then Sinistra asks: "But why would you draw them like this?"

I look back at the picture and say: "When I was first created – the Master – I was given the ability to affect Sora's memories. I could make him forget memories and even create new ones and convince him they were his real memories. I was forced to do this, but Sora put a stop to this and after that I set everything right. Then, for a short while, I needed to stop existing. Again, the Master. But Sora and Kairi gave me new life and with it, my ability grew.
Now I can affect the memories of anyone I connect with. I did so with Harry at the start of the year and it's seems to have really helped him. I don't really make him forget the terrible things he went through, it's more that I keep an eye on his mood through the thoughts that he focuses on at the time of me drawing. But a few years I also discovered another development in my skill. When something either really monumental is about to happen or something happens that deeply affects those I care for, I also feel the urge to draw it."

The three look quite amazed, yet I don't share in this. My eyes are too focused on the drawing in front of me. I don't know this Percy Weasley as I didn't join in on the recon missions that the others have undertaken this past year and I don't know what he said about my friends to make the Master this angry. Yet then I notice that my hand is still going and my concern grows as I spot it drawing a similar red outlining around all of my friends.
"Merlin's beard, what happened down there?" Professor Burbage asks as she sees me do this and Sinistra turns to her as she says: "Charity, you and Naminé head down to the pitch. Irma and I can keep the three dozen students that are still in the castle under control. You go find out what Naminé's drawing means. I know that Albus and Minerva are down there, but seeing Percy's profession, I'm not sure if that's a good thing." The two of us nod and we leave.

Don't worry, Naminé,
This is going to be fun, I assure you. And I know that I didn't add much of the actual fight in this interlude, but as I wrote, I suddenly realized the golden opportunity that lay before me here. I love several of these KH characters for their very diverse personalities and now I got a real chance to really bring those differences and those personalities to light. And I even revealed a bit more of the KH crew's backstory and of what happened between the end of the war against Xehanort and them joining the Hogwarts staff.
And next chapter is going to be even more fun. Master Yen Sid is going to give Percy exactly what is coming to him, Umbridge is going to prove exactly how much of a heartless monster she is – hint, hint, lol – and Harry is going to prove that, in due time, he will be able to become a great addition to the KH crew. Also, I want to thank SkylerHollow for reminding me of the fact that Horcruxes are a thing. Now I might have another plot to focus on after the Master tells his tale.
Thanks pall,

Venquine1990
PS. Just for the record, I am debating on whether or not I should make Harry a Horcrux. You lot tell me. Yes or no?