Disclaimer:I forgot earlier, but I neither own Kingdom Hearts nor Harry Potter. Only some fantasies and the desperate wish for a happy end...

A/N: This chapter is a lot later than I wanted it. This chapter just didn't want to get written. Not that I don't know where I'm going with the plot, but focusing on all the itty bitty little plot points is quite exhausting.

If someone wants to, I need a beta to bounce around ideas with and to improve the flow of the story.

Anyways, Enjoy.

Sora's P.O.V.:

For the longest time Sora could neither see nor hear anything. Without a body Sora's heart was unable to interact with it's surroundings, nevermind speak. If it could have though, it would have screamed out it's anguish. So many feelings were present:

Relief that Kairi would be alright and safe back at the Island.

Anger, because his body had faded too damn fast, only leaving him enough time to say Goodbye.

Regret, because he knew his friends wouldn't take his death too well.

Fear was also rather strong, because he didn't want to face Death at his young age, nor be the first among his friends to know what afterlife was like.

How Riku would refuse to cry but be silently hurt inside; how Kairi would hardly have a dry eye for weeks...

On and on went the maelstrom of emotions inside Sora's heart until something else happened to sidetrack them.

The heart felt something hit it with pure power, bathing it in almost scalding warmth.

For a time the heart simply relished in the sensation of being recharged and basked in the emotion of sheer calmness the ray induced.

Then things began to change. The heart was encouraged to expand. Slowly it did so, nudged by the power to spread out until a multicoloured but transparent gestalt of Sora was created, with the heart sitting in the chest area of it. Ever so slowly the heart dared to feel a sliver of hope. Maybe all would be alright someday...

Well that was before a sense of foreboding befell it. There wasn't any time to react however, as with a terrible squeezing sensation the heart felt itself leave this plane of existence, and then it knew no more.

Hogwarts, several worlds and one dimension sideways away:

With a flash of light Fawkes appeared at the Hospital Wing, his companions only a second behind. At once the ball of light assisted, gently floating down Sora's comatose form on one of the beds. While Fawkes settled himself down on the bedposts, the other darted away to Madam Pomfrey's office across the room. Instantly it phased through the door, giving the old matron inside quite the scare.

Madam Pomfrey's P.O.V.:

Madam Pomfrey's day so far had been rather calm. She'd used the rare time off to catch up on some paperwork. Her desk in the cozy little room was littered with scrolls, paperwork and a few books. In front of her was said paperwork, while next to it was her steaming cup of tea of which she was in progress of raising to her lips. But all of a sudden a colourfull ball of light came through the door, scaring her so much she dropped her cup, which thankfully was enchanted to neither break nor spill a single drop of its content.

The woman stared transfixed at the scene in front of her. Was she seeing things? Dubiously she looked towards her tea. Was there something wrong with it? But no, the vision didn't vanish. Instead the orb began to dance in front of her, changing colours constantly.

Obviously sensing that Madam Pomfrey hadn't caught on what it wanted, the orb instead buzzed around her head and went to the door again. This spiked her couriosity. Did she have a visitor? Then it clicked. She only really got two kind of visitors. Her fellow coworkers would send an owl beforehand, and the students would set off the perimeter ward on the doors.

Knowing this, Madam Pomfrey hurried out of the door to the beds, drawing her wand from her sleeve in the process.

The orb had raced ahead and now drew the woman's gaze to one of the beds.

She gaped at the strange sight. Someone that was almost as transparent as a ghost was lying on the bed. The being wasn't a ghost however, as Madam Pomfrey could make out a beating, albeit glowing heart inside it's chest.

And then there was Fawkes. The Headmaster's companion sat on the bedpost by the beings head, looking down at it.

Up in his office Professor Dumbledore was handling a few correspondences from the Ministry.

A few minutes earlier Fawkes had flamed away with a surprised sounding trill, startling the old Headmaster somewhat. He put it out of his mind however, knowing that Fawkes sometimes went to stretch his wings a bit. What got his attention a little while later though was a bell chiming on a bookshelf to the right of his desk. Above the bell flashed the words "Hospital Wing" in the air. The bell seemed to be confused however. It would chime only to stop, then a few moments after begin again.

Professor Dumbledore stared with mild confusion at it. Was it faulty? Frowning in thought he sent a spell at it. The results seemed to be inconclusive though, so with a look at the clock he decided that yes, he was due for a break anyway. Only pausing to pick up his wand he strode out of the office in direction of the Hospital Wing.

Chapter End

AN: Well that's all so far. I finally found the drive to write again. I hashed out some of the major points for the next chapter and can hopefully start on chapter 3 tomorrow.

You propably noticed the P.O.V.s I wrote out. This is how the next few chapters are going to go, with the first one always in Sora's perspective. This story will stick to Third Person view as it's the one I myself find the most comfortable one to read.

Going to bed now, it's nearly 3 am around here lol. My muse doesn't care about the time...