Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or Kingdom Hearts. I really wish I did. But since I don't I can't make this into the next Harry Potter book or Kingdom Hearts game.

Note: This takes place during the FOURTH Harry Potter Book.

The Duel Wielder cannot fight alone. The danger of two evils shall combine, and two forces shall be forced to work together. The doors have reopened. The seal has been broken. The Keyblade alone could not seal the door to Darkness. It delayed fate. But now the Shadows have returned stronger then ever.

Harry shot awake eyes wide and his scar searing with red hot pain. He put his left hand on it while searching for his glasses with his right. He found them and quickly put them on. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. He was in the burrow, there was no evil force, and the only door he saw was the one leading out of Ron's room. He rubbed his scar tenderly waiting for the pain to die down. His bright green eyes darted around the room; Fred, George, and Ron lay peacefully their chests rising and falling slowly. They didn't appear to have heard the voice. The voice? Harry remembered hearing the voice so loud and so clear, it was impossible that it had just been in his head. Where had the voice come from, who did it belong to? His first instinct was, of course, Lord Voldemort, but it was impossible. The voice had been so smooth, calm, and almost... kind. Harry was snapped out of his trance as Ron moaned loudly and rolled over. His scar had stopped hurting, but for some reason the feeling of dread that had accumulated in his stomach refused to go away. The night before he had a dream about Voldemort and his scar had been hurting then too. But this time it was different, no Voldemort or Wormtail, just the voice. The door opened slowly and Mrs. Weasley came inside to wake them up. She looked at Harry obviously surprised to see him up. Harry quickly pulled his hand away from his scar, not wanting to upset her. "Oh Harry dear your already up." Mrs. Weasley said smiling. "Why don't you get dressed and go down to breakfast?" Harry nodded quickly as Mrs. Weasley shook Ron, Fred, and George. He got up and slowly got dressed, it was almost completely silent in the room except for the rustles of people moving. Ron, Fred, and George were way too tired to care about conversation and Harry's mind was lost in his dream. Harry wandered down stairs right behind Ron, his head was still in the clouds, until he noticed Mr. Weasley's outfit. He was in a very baggy golf sweater and even baggier jean pants.

"Well Harry?" he asked looking down nervously at his new outfit. "What do you think? Is it muggle enough?"

"Yes, very muggle." Harry said trying his best not to laugh. They had a quick breakfast before they had to leave again.

"Hope you had enough, it'll be a bit of a walk." Mr. Weasley said cheerfully as the left. Ms. Weasley had just caught Fred and George trying to sneak in a bunch of tongue toffees and was yelling furiously at them. Fred and George quickly said goodbye to her and raced up to join Mr. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"We're walking to the World Cup?" Harry asked surprised. Mr. Weasley smiled.

"Goodness no Harry!" he said cheerfully. "We're taking a portkey!" He began explaining about it but Harry found he had an unusually hard time staying focused. He normally loved to hear about the wizarding world, but right now he could only think about the dream. So many words made no sense to him: Duel Wielder, door to Darkness, seal, Keyblade ... it all made no sense. Harry was so lost in his own thoughts he hardly noticed that they had arrived at their destination. He was completely out of it even when Mr. Weasley spoke to him all he did was stare off into space and nod.

"Found it!" someone called from the distance. Harry shook his head clearing it of strange thoughts. He followed Ron over to where the speaker was pointing. There, on the ground was a very old boot. Harry looked at it wondering if this man had mistaken the old boot for something else.

"Very good Amos!" Mr. Weasley said walking over. "Harry, Ron, guys, this is Amos Diggory. Amos, these are my sons: Ron, Fred, and George, my daughter Ginny, and my son's friends: Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." As if by reflex Mr. Diggory's eyes flickered up to Harry's scar. Harry was used to this kind of reaction whenever someone heard his name, but it still made him feel highly uncomfortable. "Harry I believe you've met Amos's son Cedric right?" Harry nodded, he was all too familiar with Cedric. Cedric was a tall, strong, Hufflepuff who was captain and seeker of the Quiddich team. He had beaten Harry last year due to a freak accident where Dementors had come and Harry had fallen off his broom. Fred and George were glowering slightly, they still hadn't forgiven him for catching the snitch before Harry. Harry's thoughts drifted away again and before he knew it Mr. Weasley was asking him to place a finger on the old boot. Everyone was bending down already Ron and Hermione seemed slightly worried about Harry's lack of focus, and to tell the truth, it was starting to worry him too. He bent down carefully laying a finger on the old boot and waited. He smiled to himself as he realized how weird this must look to any Muggles passing by. He looked across where Cedric and Amos were bending down looking solemnly at the boot. Harry snickered a bit thinking about how awkward he was feeling then it happened. Suddenly he was jerked off the ground his head snapped back and his finger was pulling him through a whirlwind. Finally it stopped, Harry fell over and was glad to see he wasn't the only one. In fact, Amos and Cedric were the only two still standing. Mr. Weasley got up and began talking to what appeared to be the only real Muggle for five miles. After getting help from Harry with Muggle money, they began to head toward the tent.

The rest of the day passed by so fast Harry hardly realized what was happening. One minute he was talking to Ron and Hermione and the next the Quiddich game was starting. Harry could hardly believe how fast the time had passed. He watched the field eagerly as the Bulgarian team was bringing out their mascots. They were beautiful women, too beautiful to be human, they couldn't be human. "Veela." Mr. Weasley said seeing Harry's surprised look. "They're the Bulgarian mascots." Harry wondered why they had chosen the veela until they began to dance. Then Harry didn't wonder anything his mind went blank. And utterly blissful blank that made him forget his problems with Voldemort and the weird dreams. All he cared about was watching the veela dance. He had to do something, something to impress them, something dangerous. He would jump from the top box that would impress them- Harry stop! Snap out of it! Harry's body jerked and he collapsed on the seat breathing hard. He hardly realized he had been standing at all, he had been trying to jump. He could have died but something had stopped him. The voice, the same voice from his dream had stopped him from doing something that could have killed him. He felt himself shaking badly, it was one thing to hear the voice when he was asleep but it was another thing to hear it while he was wide awake. He must have looked horrible because Mr. Weasley looked over at him an expression of worry clearly shone on his face.

"Harry are you all right?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry merely nodded too stunned for words. "Good! Wouldn't want you getting sick before you saw Irelands mascots now would we?" Harry nodded but he couldn't pay attention to the rest of the game. He hardly noticed when Ron shoved a handful of golden coins into his hand. Throughout the entire match Harry just sat there watching. He saw the entire match but he was no longer inside his own body. His mind was drifting farther and farther away from him. Everything he knew and loved didn't seem important anymore... the only thing that mattered was getting away from life. He wanted to just keep drifting forever and ever-

"HARRY!" Ron was shaking him hard. Hermione, Percy, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley were looking at him worried. "Harry are you ok?" Ron asked his voice high and panicky. Harry nodded rubbing his head.

"Wha- What happened?" Harry asked slowly. His head felt heave and ever inch of him felt as if some great burden had just been lifted. His back ached and he found that his entire body had sunken into the seat. He pulled himself up trying to right himself. He saw that his shirt had holes in it as if something had been holding onto him. He looked around the box. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was looking at him worriedly, the Malfoy's were smirking, Ludo Baggman had stopped his play by play of the Quiddich game and was looking at him with wide eyes. Evil Winky, Mr. Crouch's houself, seemed worried.

"I'm not sure," said Ron not taking his eyes from Harry. "Ireland had just won the World Cup when suddenly Winky said that you didn't look so good. That was an understatement, your eyes were all clouded over and rolled back in your head, you seemed to be sinking into your own seat. You were just laying there with your mouth drooping and your entire body sagging with dead weight, we weren't sure if you were alive. You sure didn't look like you were breathing." Ron said.

"I'm fine." Harry mumbled embarrassed at the panic he had caused. His placed his hand on his forehead, his scar was burning worse then ever before. It felt like someone was going over his scar with a fully heated branding iron over and over again. He glanced at Hermione and Ron who had gone white with worry, and quickly brought his hand down. "Sorry I guess I just spaced out." Harry said he got up slowly and followed everyone out of the box. He had a feeling this wasn't the last time he would hear that voice, and his feeling couldn't have been more right.

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