Of Wizards and Keyblades: Chapter 10
author's note: Okay, this is most likely my last update until after June 13th. I'm sorry ya'll, but I promise to write extra fast after I get back! I hope everyone enjoys the first rays of the summer!
Sora woke up the next day with Goofy stretched out across him, arms and legs dangling on either side of his four-poster. Donald was curled up like a cat to the right of his head, both snoring loudly. He smacked them both with his pillow, sitting and untangling himself from their motley dog pile.
Harry and the rest of the room woke to the sound of furious quacking and confused "Ahyuck's!"and chuckled merrily when seeing the brawl Sora and Donald were getting into. The duck had the brunette in a headlock, and he in turn was gnawing on the creature's leg.
"What is with you and pillow fights?" Ron muttered groggily at his new friend, while helping Goofy pull them apart. "I don't want any stressing. Today is the first day of what will be a relaxing weekend, and I'll not go and have it made all crazy because of your wierdness."
Sora laughed and rubbed the back of his spiky head. "Sorry guys, we were just doing our usual morning routine."
"Why did you two crawl in his bed? The house elves prepared yours specially." Neville asked, and all the other boys nodded, incredulous looks on their faces.
"Ewwww, you all are so gross! I can tell what you're thinking! They only came into mine because they are used to our size beds." Sora's nose wrinkled. Stupid hormonal children.
"Yeah, and we really missed our Sora." Goofy quipped, pulling his friend into another bear hug.
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At breakfast, EVERYONE stared at the two animals who were walking and talking amongst them. Dumbledore knew this would happen, so he stood and addressed the school.
"Students, I want you to please welcome Goofy and Donald! They are honored guests, and will be staying with us for a little while. They are with Sora." Eyes still lingered on the two long after breakfast was over, but neither seemed too disturbed by it.
Before noon, the six of them stopped by Dumbledore's office, where Goofy and Donald tried on the Sorting Hat. Both were sent to Gryffindor, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sora, and Dumbledore patted them on the back, gushing with congratulations. Then the most peculiar thing happened. The Hat coughed, and then started to wheeze and shudder, as if about to sneeze. Then, with a loud "Ackchoo!," the feathery mage's Save the Queen staff flew out of the old Sorter's rip of a mouth. Then, to everyone's further astonishment, the hat started to expand, like it was getting fat. It groaned and stretched to the size of a beach ball, except flat, and Goofy's shield, Save the King, popped out of the opening at the bottom. All seven people stared at the poor bedraggled hat, who was flopped in a heap on the floor, panting and coughing. The Headmaster picked it up, and it muttered, "Last time I sort wierdos from other worlds....ow, that's going to be sore tomorrow!"
The two warriors picked up their prizes, and relief coursed through them as well as the Keyblade Master. Well, at least they had their magic, and their best weapons. Voldemort had better watch out!
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The two trios walked outside for a while, giving Sora's friends a tour of the grounds. They were introduced to Hagrid, who immediately fawned all over them since they were cuddly, lovable, dangerous beasts! Goofy had an animated conversation with Fang, although no one besides Donald could translate the "woofs" and "arf-arfs" and "barks."
After tea, which the duck and the dog were not too keen on (to Sora's amusement), they then strolled around Hogwarts, Hermione showing them the library, Ron racing them the owlery, and Harry pointing out a window to the quidditch pitch, trying to explain to them the rules of the game. Donald decided to bury himself in the dusty tomes of the school library with Hermione, and Ron escorted the tall hound out to the game field to teach him how to properly ride a broomstick. That left Harry and Sora, who walked to the infirmary to check up on the Potions Master.
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"Poppy, get away from me before I curse you with something!" Snape threatened, halfheartedly attempting to fend off the nurse's examining hands.
"My my, Severus! You are not at all up to your usual standards of biting remarks and acerbic comebacks. You hit your head harder than I thought! Now, stop squirming, I need to see that everything is working..." Her hands went to pull down his bed covers, but at that moment the two Gryffindor boys knocked on the door, and Snape yanked them back up around his waist. He hated these flimsy hospital gowns!
"Madam Pomfrey? Is it alright if we came in to visit the professor?" Harry asked through the door.
"Of course, Mr. Potter! Oh, and Sora, too! Wonderful!, Severus could use some social interaction. He was just about to receive his check-up, but I can wait a little while before I need to do that. I'll be in my office, call me once you go to leave." And she bustled out of the ward, patting Snape on the shoulder as she went by. That left the two boys, and their professor who hated their guts in the room alone.
"How are you feeling, Professor?" Harry asked quietly, the uncomfortable tension in the air stifling.
"Fine."
Sora wasn't about to let the awkwardness of the situation make him nervous. "When are you going to be released?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh, well that's good."
"Mm..."
They all sat there, not wanting to look at each other, the silence making them itch.
"We're even now, sir." Harry whispered, standing to leave.
"I know." Snape replied, looking up to meet his eyes. They both knew that he was grateful for what the two boys went through to save him, and he nodded his head, holding out his hand in truce.
Harry was quick to grasp it and shake firmly, Sora did the same after they let go. The fifth years turned to leave, calling out to Madame Pomfrey that they were going.
As they reached the hall separating the matron's offices from the ward, Draco Malfoy creaked open the door from the staircase tower. The nurse emerged from her lab, and at seeing Draco, went to run back in, but he stunned her too quick, eyes glittering as she fell to the floor. Harry pulled Sora and himself behind a curtain, turning silent, listening. Draco had not seen them yet.
"Well well well, Professor. Nasty night you must have had. I'm surprised that you are still alive." The snake drawled, and the two eavesdroppers peered around the white sheet, seeing a wand being raised to Snape's eye level. "Father is not pleased, so I am not pleased. My Lord was most upset that you escaped, so he sent me to clean up the others' error."
"Figures that you wouldn't have the capacity to be intelligent enough to see how wrong you really are. Pity, and I thought you had talent." Snape bit, his face resigned. Draco growled and backhanded his teacher with a resounding slap. The former Deatheater simply turned his cheek a little, no sign of pain on any of his feature.
"I will take great pleasure in killing you, you slimy traitor. I'll see you in Hell!" And he waved his wand to complete his spell, but Sora intervened.
"Stopra!" He yelled, freezing the culprit's actions and running to his professor's side. "Reversus!" And his Keyblade appeared, brandished under the frozen mini-Deatheater's throat. As the spell wore off, Draco, glaring at the Keyblade Master, whimpered as the mithril tip scratched into the soft skin of his neck.
"Drop the stick." The brunette threatened, pushing the boy away from the hospital bed. Malfoy complied, and threw his wand to the floor, raising his hands in defeat.
Harry rushed forward to pick up the fallen ebony, but Draco, in a last malicious sucker move, kicked him in the head. Sora wheeled his weapon back and brought the handle down to contact with the top of Malfoy's cranium, knocking him, unconscious, to the floor.
Snape eased out of bed, helping Harry into the adjacent cot, bringing forth a rag to wipe away the blood dripping from his nose and mouth. The teen handed the Keyblade Wielder Draco's wand. "Go to Madame Pomfrey and say, "Ennervate."
Sora did, and the matron awoke, eyes panicked and searching. When seeing Draco out cold on the floor, she breathed a sigh of relief, and took Sora's hands to help her up.
"What on earth did he want?" She asked, and after tending to Harry's new cuts with a few waves of her wand, she floated the blonde up onto another bed, the one with straps. He was tied down, and an alarm spell was placed around the cubicle. She then flooed the Headmaster's office, and he appeared out of the fire.
Harry explained what they had heard, and Dumbledore decided to hold Draco there under tight security. An pair of Aurors were immediately summoned to guard him all the time, and the strongest holding spells were placed on his bed and bonds.
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When the six Gryffindors caught up with each other later in the day, Sora and Harry relayed the story to them, and it was concluded that Draco had been up to the Dark Lord's work before...Hermione knew that the blonde had something to do with her kidnapping. They decided that they would look into it later, Harry and Ron had to get dressed for a quidditch match against Ravenclaw.
Ginny was in the common room while Hermione, Sora, Donald, and Goofy waited for the boys to finish getting ready. Sora decided to be bold and sit next to her, and she blushed furiously. The brunette had nothing to say except, "So, do you like kwid snitch?"
The fourteen year old giggled and said, "It's 'quidditch,' and yes, I'm a pretty big fan of our House team, with three brothers and Harry on it. I also like the Chudley Cannons, they're a national British league." Sora blushed at his mistake, but laughed with her. She was gracious and curious about Donald and Goofy, who also thought she had a striking resemblance to Kairi.
Ron and Harry ran downstairs, now clothed in their scarlet and gold-trimmed robes, the green-eyed boy's Firebolt at his side, and the taller teen's Cleansweep 7 by his. The Boy-Who-Lived's cheeks paled when he saw his crush and Sora sitting close and giggling. He definitely would have to chat with the Keyblade Master about this....he hated liking and despising Sora at the same time. But Ginny was HIS crush, and he didn't know what he would try to do to the brunette if he stole her away. They all headed down to the grounds, quidditch trumpets blaring from the pitch, sending excited adrenaline to all of their heads.
Ginny gave both her brother and Harry a kiss good luck, as did Hermione. Sora patted them on the back, and joined the girls and his best pals in the Gryffindor stands. The bludgers, quaffle, and snitch were released, and the game began.
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After the party in Gryffindor common room (they had won 240 to 100), the boys headed upstairs, full of butterbeer, which was a drink that Sora deemed tolerable, and sweets. They all muttered their 'Goodnight's, and snuggled into their four posters. Goofy and Donald's beds were returned to their normal form, and they all fell into dreamland.
Not an hour later, Sora was prodded awake by a sharp scimitar's tip at his throat.
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