A/N: This is an open idea, free for anyone to use. Just let me know if you do, so I can check out your fic.
I'd continue on with this myself, but I have only played through the beginning of the first Kingdom Hearts game. However, the few Kingdom Hearts X-Over's I've read, like AJT's "A Key Through the Heart", a Naruto/Kingdom Hearts X-Over, I've thoroughly enjoyed.
Now, you can either stick with the basic Final Fantasy/Disney Theme in Kingdom Hearts or you can add additional characters from other books in it. I am partial to the second option.
Anyways… Enjoy what I am affectionately calling "Potter Hearts".
Let me know if you think this idea is Good, Bad or Ugly.
Harry was a furious storm of emotion. Currently, he was contemplating his lot in life, the injuries of his friends and the hopelessness of his situation alone within the Room of Requirement.
"How can I be expected to defeat the most powerful Dark Lord of the century?" he asked himself. "I'm supposed to use The Power of Love? What is Dumbledore playing at? How can love save anyone?"
"Love is more powerful than you think," replied a disembodied voice. When the voice spoke, the Room of Requirement shifted. Suddenly, Harry found himself in a pitch black room, standing on a stained glass floor. "The powers of The Heart are amongst the strongest seen in existence."
"Wh-who's there," shouted Harry as he quickly drew his wand, scanning every part of the room.
"I mean you no harm, young master," said the voice in a soothing tone.
Gaining more confidence, Harry boldly stated, "Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical."
The voice let out an amused chuckle. "You are wise to be suspicious, young master, but for now, you must trust in me. Forces of Darkness are at work, both from within and without. You must overcome both if there is to be any hope for this world. You ask 'How can love save anyone?' look to your own past."
Suddenly, Lily Potter appeared in front of Harry. She looked as she did in his pictures; vibrant red hair, piercing emerald green eyes, she looked so full of life, yet she was absolutely still.
At seeing her before him, Harry's wand slipped from his hands, clanking on the floor before it dissolved- something that went unnoticed by out hero. "M-mum…"
"Was it not your mother's love that saved you all those years ago?" asked the voice.
Harry glared. "Lot good it did her. All loving me has gotten anyone is getting them killed." He felt a sense of loss as the image of his mother faded.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, for all his mistakes and misguided decisions, is a wise man," the voice stated, "Hatred is a strong emotion, capable of great destruction and devastation. When channeled properly, it can be an unstoppable force. Love is an equally strong force. When channeled to its' maximum capacity, it has the ability to become an immovable object, also capable of great devastation, but also equally capable of so much more. Love; True, Lifelong, Devastating Love; is far greater than even the most Malicious, Burning Hatreds- able to move mountains and inspire armies, healing even the gravest of injuries; physically, mentally, and emotionally."
As much as he wanted to, Harry couldn't bring himself to believe the voice.
"I see the doubt that clouds your heart, young master," the voice informed him, "Choose."
"Choose?" Harry asked the voice. "I don't understand."
"Your own doubt weakens you. To succeed, you must unlock your power," the voice explained. "To do so, you require a key. Choose, but do so wisely. Each choice you make greatly affects your journey and its' outcome."
'Choose?' thought Harry as he was getting more and more aggravated. "What do you mean 'journey'?
"The Trial of Hearts, young master," answered the voice. "Only by undergoing the trial, can you unlock your powers- See just how powerful your heart can be. But first, you must choose your greatest strength."
Harry then noticed something he hadn't before. In the room were three pedestals. The first had a placard that had 'Gift of the Warrior' inscribed on it. Above the pedestal was a sword suspended in midair. It was a gleaming silver, encrusted with rubies in the hilt. For a brief moment, Harry thought it was the Sword of Gryffindor, except where 'Gryffindor' had been embossed into the blade, it said 'Potter'.
"The Gift of the Warrior… Choose this and offense shall become your greatest strength. Your strength will become unparalleled."
Harry then looked to the next pedestal. Above it was a golden shield, though the front was green- similar to his eyes. In the center was a large golden 'P'. He then peered down at the placard.
"Gift of the Guardian…" he read to himself. As before, the voice once again made itself known.
"Choose the Gift of the Guardian, and defense shall be your greatest priority. Should this be your choice, you shall be able to withstand great amounts of pain. You would be capable of defending those you care about with ease."
Harry nearly chose the shield as soon as the voice finished its' brief explanation; however something else caught his eye. Above the third pedestal, which was labeled 'Gift of the Mystic', was his wand. He reached out for it when the voice spoke once more.
"With the Gift of the Mystic, your magical capabilities would be unmatched. Nothing would be able to stand against your spells. Choose."
Harry's hand remained frozen for a moment longer before he finally let it drop. He contemplated each of the gifts. Each would come in handy, but he doubted superior strength would matter when he faced Voldemort once and for all. He also knew that no matter how powerful or how skilled in magic he became, Voldemort still had nearly half a century of experience using magic.
Maybe it was his 'people saving thing' talking to him, but he knew there was only one glaringly obvious choice for him. No matter what would happen in the future, Harry's top and only priority was defending those he cared about.
Displaying none of the hesitation he felt moments before when he stopped himself from grabbing his wand, he reached for the Gift of the Guardian. However, before he could touch it, it dissolved. He felt the tingling sensation of magic flowing through his arm before he saw the shield reform on his right arm. It was one of the most exhilarating things he had ever felt.
"Wow…" he said breathlessly.
"Choose."
'Huh?'
"Choose that which you will sacrifice… Choose that which will become your weakness."
Looking around, Harry saw that nothing new had appeared. The sword or the wand… The Gift of the Warrior or the Gift of the Mystic… Which would he be willing to give up?
Once more, without hesitation Harry's arm reached out and immediately the sword that represented the Gift of the Warrior burst in a small display of bright lights.
"Good luck… Key Bearer…"
Before Harry could ask what the voice meant by 'Key Bearer', the ground beneath him shattered and he was swallowed up by the darkness beneath him.