Of Wizards and Keyblades: chapter 11
author's note: thanks for being so patient, I'm back now and very able to carry on with the story.
Sora tried to sit up and maneuver his hand towards the bedside table where his disguised sword lay, but his attacker just dug his scimitar's deadly tip further into the brunette's vulnerable neck. He did not let the enemy get the satisfaction of a cry of whimper of pain.
His unknown enemy chuckled, a sound similar to nails being scratched on a chalkboard, and grabbed a fistful of Sora's spiky hair, yanking his face back to stare into bright, bottomless orbs. He tried to yank away from the creature he now knew to be a Light Killer, but the thing growled and drew a drop of crimson from the nape of his neck in warning.
Sora calmed a bit. The thing wasn't sent here to kill him, otherwise it would have done so already. But is was here to tell him something.
"Keep quiet or I'll slit your throat! I have come to relay a message, a warning to you from the Dark One: Do not tangle with forces you can't comprehend. The Dark One knows where the Keyhole is...you will not find it in time. He will come for you and the Scarred One soon. Beware!"
Sora stared at the Heartless, face hardened with grim understanding Why would he tell the enemy such a valuable piece of info.....unless it was a distraction, or even worse, a trap.
When the dark creature least expected it, the Keyblade Master tossed his head back and brought his knees up and around the little body straddling him, and then slammed them down, effectively pinning it to the bed. He grasped the wand and yelled "Reversus!" And started lobbing the minion to pieces with the Keyblade. It shrieked and tried to fight back, but Sora had it's arms off before it could say, "Ow." Now, that woke up the whole of Gryffindor tower.
"What the bloody hell?!" Ron yelled, rolling out of his bed to help Harry pull Sora out of the gruesome mess of the mangled Light Killer. As soon as the thing had finally died, the body evaporated, a lone heart floating up and out to the sky.
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Ten minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Goofy, Donald, and Sora were running out of the portrait hole and down twisting corridors, and moving stairs. All the while they were fervently discussing what happened through bursts of heavy breaths.
"Well, it was definitely there to detain you from something....what could have happened? And what would Voldemort do with our Keyhole?" Hermione whispered, unsure of where they were going.
" I think I know why he distracted you." Harry panted, turning another corridor They made their way to the Infirmary, where Sora got the feeling that something terrible had happened. He could smell death.
"I don't like this." Donald rasped, pulling out his wand. Goofy placed his shield in the defensive position, and the brunette gripped his blade tightly. Ron grasped the door knob and yanked it open.
Inside, Hermione gasped and backed up to the wall. Two aurors where lying on the floor in a pool of dark blood, huge gaping holes in their chests. Ron ran to the Nurse's office, and inside they found Madame Pomfrey, cornered but bravely battling her way through a dozen Light Killers, trying to get to the alarm button. She had a look of grim determination on her face, like she knew that she needed to try, though it was hopeless for her. Sora and his two pals jumped in, cutting and blasting their way to the Nurse, who upon seeing them, grew even more fearful.
"What are you doing here?! Get out and call for help! Leave me!" She cried, tossing spells that only annoyed the Heartless.
"No way, Madame Pomfrey!" Harry yelled, rushing over to a large red button on the wall, and slamming his palm into it.
Immediately, sirens blared in the ward, and down the hall, then everywhere in the castle. A minute later, the fireplace roared to life and Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick popped out. Their eyes bugged upon seeing the aurors, and only Dumbledore and Snape weren't freaking about the Heartless.
Spells flew, but the Light Killers were adept at reflecting them, taught by the Dark Lord himself. In the end, however, there were only two left, and with a quick twirl of his blade, Sora lunged and slashed off their heads.
Panting, they helped the Nurse into one of her own beds, Snape pulling out potions and busying himself with them.
"Uh, sir....did you move Malfoy?" Ron asked, pointing at the empty bed, where straps lay, slashed, over it.
"Shit." Snape swore, dropping his vial.
Sora agreed. Somehow, he knew that Draco was still roaming the castle, looking for something.....perhaps a Keyhole.
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author's note: I'm sorry it's so short and abrupt, but I'm rather preoccupied with a rather large book at the moment, like most of us. I know who dies, and I cried a bit over him/her....but I won't spoil it for you all! I'd love to discuss it with someone, I have so much I want to talk about! Please review!!
