Hey everyone,
It's time to focus on something other than reading, healing and learing old, fancy Pureblood stuff. It's time to mix things up and add some spice, a hint of adventure to the mix. It's time to remember that Kingdom Hearts and Harry Potter are meant to be adventurous, thrilling and not just people sitting around, listening to others.
This will be fun,

Venquine1990


Chapter 70
Daughter Of Dumbledore

3rd of July 1995
Beast's Castle
Bathsheda's POV

"Enough is enough. I've had it. I've been playing quiet and doing this my father's way long enough. Those bastards are so set in their ways, there really is only one solution to all this. Only one way to set my father free and get our family back on the chosen path. I know he'd rather I keep hidden, but seeing those threats, no – no more."
Goes through my mind while I just keep on waiting, trying to remain patient as I want all of my colleagues, no, the entire castle, to be asleep before I make my move. And while I wait, do I study every sleeping spell I have ever learned, the ones I needed after the war and the ones I learned to help father with his plans.
A mix of those should make sure that I can get away with what I have planned, even if I am stuck on a world, far away from my father. Because of this, do I try to think of a way to make sure that my secondary target will not wake until I want him to. Yet when I hear Hagrid snoring and don't hear others complain about this, do I know that everyone is asleep and decide to just let it be.
I raise my head just enough that I can look around and I notice that I am right, every teacher alongside the other adults that have come along to this world are fast asleep. And while I ignore the way some of them are lying together, the Fiana woman and that Auror lying too close for an engaged couple in my opinion, do I make sure to enchant my shoes to be noiseless before I sneak out of the room.

Our room is in the midst of the left wall to the front entrance and to the right of the ballroom doors and I know, thanks to having heard the enchanted food cart ride across the hallway floor. And thanks to the training I got from my father, whenever the other staff is too busy with their own stupid business, was I able to discern that it was heading for the room on the left on the opposite side of the hallway.
I head there and think: "I know you would rather play for the long run, father, but I can and will not let them lock you up any further than they already have. You and mother have suffered enough already and with mother dead, it's up to me to make sure you get where you belong, so I can take over from you when you move on, just like you always told me."

And with that, while hiding behind one of the pillars as I notice that foolish clock wandering about, do I think back to my youth. My birth had actually been an accident as my father had gotten drunk during one of the anniversary celebrations of his marvelous defeat of that monster Grindelwald, but he made sure I would still inherit, without having to give the name Dumbledore to either me or my mother.
"No one wants to see a hero my age married, my dear. They want to keep holding onto their symbol as long as possible. And seeing what their desires can offer our future, who are we to disagree?" He had told me when I was six years old and wondering why my parents didn't live together like the parents of most of my friends, bar those who had one parent murdered in a fight or something.
Instead, the man had used a debt owed to him by a Goblin working at Gringotts, to write me into his will as his daughter, but to also hide said will and to destroy any potential copies that the Ministry might have. This way, I would be able to inherit everything that my father collected over the years without anyone, like Skeeter, having to learn about his happy little mistake, as he called me.

However, as his daughter, I am naturally assured to certain privileges and while I had to do some acting through my years at Hogwarts, making it look as if I was about to fail several classes, was I allowed to have the best of the best tutors. And because my Transfigurations grades were horrendous, no one questioned it when my father personally tutored me, even if I was the first he did with.
"And the only one ever, of course, my dear." He always told me at the end of every session and yet he didn't just teach me Transfigurations when I came to him for these sessions. I learned of his plans, what he was doing, who he was tweaking and guiding as we grew to call it and finally why certain plans had to cause pain and heartache to hit the world, if only for him to make everything better.

This alone makes me all the more determined to get to the Potter boy as I want one thing more than to use him to get back to my father. "They can't read without their precious Golden Boy. If I take him and make sure he is back under my father's control, they can never find out just who created Lord Voldemort. And that is an absolute must. They cannot find out." I think, sneaking past the clock.
I hide behind the other pillars and wait for his back to be turned before rushing for the pillar in front of the room that I know houses the brat. "Boy Who Lived. More like Brat that won't die." I want to growl this, but know that my charm only works for my feet. I make sure that the coast is clear, that the clock is again with his back turned and then sneak to the room, silently opening the door.
I quickly make sure to cast all of my spells and enchantments and even carve two extra runes into the wooden frame of the door to ensure that they will last just that little bit longer, but also make sure to miss my two targets, even if I have different reasons for wanting them both awake. I then check the enchantment on my shoes and tiptoe into the room.

I sneak over to the boy and feel relieved and elated to see that he is still asleep. I sneak around him, lie down in such a way I can get up with one arm and then sneak my other one around him, slapping my hand on his lips, waking him, but making sure he can't speak. "The others are all asleep. If you don't want that sleep to last forever, you will keep quiet and do as I say." I hiss at him.
The boy has his face turned away, but I can tell by the way that his shoulders tense and then untense that he has accepted this. And while I think: "You were right, father, bluffing gets you everywhere." As none of my spells are strong enough to have that effect, especially not on a werewolf, do I push myself up, keeping my hand on Potter's mouth.
The boy moves along and once I am up, I make sure that there is ample space between us, but also stick my wand in his back to let him know just who's in charge here. "Move. Out of the castle and don't get seen. Do anything to betray us and my wand turns the color of your eyes." Another bluff, but I make sure to quickly aim my wand at the brat's mother before putting it back, wandtip first, in his back, actually making him tense again.
This I write off to anger, but the boy is too bloody emotional and cares way too much about these wastes of space and life and so I know that, no matter how angry he might get, he'll comply just to keep them safe. I take a step forward and the boy does the same. And while we walk, do I look down, casting wandless magic on his shoes just as we reach the doorway.

I look over his shoulder and think: "Now that is just dumb lucky." As the clock has actually left the hallway. I use my wand to push Potter forward and guide him through the hallway. "Not a sound or a move, Potter. My wand has runes on it that allows for various benefits. Longer reach being one of them." I whisper as I enchant the large double doors. Potter's lips thin against my hand, but he keeps quiet, complying all because of a few useful bluffs.
Yet as I push him through, having enchanted the door to let us pass without having to open them, do I remember something and say: "Oh and before I forget, hand me your wand. I know how good you are with that disarming charm and I'd rather not get shot back against – oh, I don't know – your mother who I will strangle if you dare to do so." A growl escapes his throat again at this, but yet again he complies, handing me his wand behind his back.
I use my own to move it from his hand into my pocket and then hiss: "Move. I made the door turn into smoke. It will let us pass. Get going." I make sure to press my wand into his back in a way that I just know is going to hurt, if not cause serious discomfort to a few of the joints in his back and he walks.

Yet when we are nearing another huge set of double doors on the other side of the courtyard, do my eyes widen as I actually see the candelabra standing there alongside the clock and the teapot, the former two with their joints crossed in front of them, the candelabra with both candlesticks ignited and all three glaring at me as the teapot angrily asks: "And where do you think you're going?"
Instantly I realize it. The clock did spot me and warned his friends, that's why he was gone when I came back out with Potter. But the realization of who is in front of me, makes me want to glare back at them, that is until my plan falls right into place. "That's what I would like to know." Another voice sounds from behind me and I force Potter to turn around as I do the same.
The brat Riku is standing in front of the castle doors, his Keyblade actually already in hand and his face set in a furious glare. But I just smirk at him and say: "Heroes. They are just too easy to manipulate. Listen up, mister. Either you use that little key of yours to open a path to my father and help me free him – or the brat gets it."
Yet all the Keyblade brat does is cross his arms as he says: "If you think I am going to even consider helping you or giving into threats, then you're the one who needs to listen up. Because you seem to need a refreshment course in the art of the Keyblade." I look at him, unable to believe that he would dare risk the brat, but then – nothing.

Riku's POV

"Stopga!" I think, having discovered during our last break that Sora and I can actually cast some Keyblade spells non-verbally. And while Curaga and Fire were Sora's specialties, did I get to learn that the Gravity and Time spells were mine. Yet at the same time, I know that my spells, when done non-verbally, don't work as long as when I shout them and so I get to work.
I rush for the two, feeling slightly bad that Harry and the others have to experience the same nasty effects of the Time spell as the blasted witch, and make sure to pull Harry out of her grasp. I then take both her wand and Harry's, return Harry's to his own pocket and put hers in one of my own. I then snap my fingers and a Komori Bat, a Dream Eater I only ever use when Sora and I are in other worlds, appears in a cloud of smoke.
"Go. Wake the others. Head for the room in the North-East and hurry. My spell won't last that long." I tell it and it actually vanishes in the same puff. I personally just hope that my spell wasn't strong enough to reach all the way inside and then get evidence of this. Beast rushes out, anger and rage on his face as he storms through the doors, but I stop him.
"Wait for the others. It's best we let her truly see how powerless she is. How powerless she made Harry feel when she threatened him." The Beast growls, but complies and while I spot Lumiere's candlestick flames starting to flicker, do I say: "Hide Harry in your robe. Keep him safe." The Beast happily complies, even if he has trouble with Harry's body being stuck under Time Magic.

The others rush in, all with either their wands, signature weapons or Keyblades in hand and just in time too as my spell breaks, causing for the three enchanted bits of furniture and the witch to regain themselves. The woman instantly spots us all and raises her arm, only to notice it being wandless. I spot Madam Bones and say: "I believe this is yours." And I hand her the wand I took.
"What – what about mine?" I hear a voice ask from inside Beast's cloak and I answer: "Check your pocket. And sorry about that. Stopga and Graviga are two spells – time-based and gravity-based – that I can apparently cast silently. They just affect an entire area if used to their full force." And Sirius and Remus, who both had rushed for their son upon hearing his voice, look at me with eyes filled with gratitude.
Yet I care nothing for this as there is one specific reason I decided to use that spell and instead, I turn to McGonagall and ask: "Please tell me you had no idea that one of your own staff – is the bleeding daughter of Dumbledore!" And the look of shock on the woman's face says it all. "Are you – are you certain of this, Riku?" Roxas asks and I answer:
"Yes, she confirmed it herself. The whole reason her little spell didn't work on Harry and me was because she didn't want it to. She wanted to use Harry for a hostage and use that situation to force me into taking her into – as she said and I quote - use that little key of yours to open a path to my father and help me free him. Too bad for her that her knowledge on Keyblade magic is so limited."

"Bathsheda, you're – you're – his daughter?" Flitwick asks flabbergasted and while the woman should be feeling helpless and defeated, does she actually still look furious and determined as she says: "Yes. Yes, I am and proud of it. And if it weren't for that meddling brat and his stupid, two-style written books, father's plans would still be going golden."
"You really are two-faced." I say and go on: "Just moment's ago, you were saying how we heroes were the easiest to manipulate, admitting to having a certain liking for us." At this the woman snorts and asks: "Are you crazy? Reality check, little hero. I hate all heroes bar my father, who deserves everything the world gives him, seeing the glorious way he leads them into a better future.
And naturally, once he passes on, being the topdog that he deserves to be and being referenced, referred and honored as is his birthright, I will inherit all of that and take over where he left of. The future is only in good hands when they are the hands of a Dumbledore, whether they have that name or not doesn't matter. I know my right, my legacy, and I will fight for it."

But the whole time she speaks, do I easily spot it and think: "Did she forget that we're not in her world anymore?" As I simply state: "No, you won't." Shocking the woman, yet it's already too late. Darkness, which had started swirling around her feet, coming from various corners of the courtyard in the form of tendrils, shoots for her heart and the woman falls back. And as she does, does a crystalized heart emerge from her chest, flying up and vanishing, as does her body.
Yet in its place a small, cubicle-shaped being with a twisted antenna coming out of the top and two pointy forms for feet sticking out of the bottom of an ice cube. I look at Axel for this and the Nobody nods, snapping his fingers as he says: "Bye-bye." And just like he told me happened to Vexen, does a cross of flames hit the Heartless, causing for it to erupt and for another heart to vanish.
Everyone looks horrified and shocked, yet some of the younger years who had also rushed along with the others, have turned around just as Axel snapped his fingers. I still just make sure to address them all as I say: "And that is what happens when you give into Darkness in these worlds." The teachers and members of staff nod and Beast says:
"Let's head back inside. Harry needs his rest." And to my relief, do I notice that Harry has fallen asleep again, Beast now cradling him between his arms and the fabric of his cloak and his parents showing that they are just as relieved over this as I am. We all gently head inside, the older years guiding the younger ones and assuring them that all was well again.

But I don't fully agree with this and make sure to head for Madam Bones as I whisper: "Looks like you have even more to question that bastard on. Not to mention that you might want to send someone to look for that woman's mother, just in case he decides to keep mum about all this." The woman nods and says: "Thanks for all you did. That spell and that pet of yours saved Mr. Potter's life."
I shake my head at this and whisper: "I may have, but she had a reason not to have me under the same spell. Remember her words. Use that little key of yours to open a path to my father and help me free him. She excluded me from her spell, just so I would wake and be her little puppet, the same way she tried to make Harry into her little hostage." The woman nods and says: "She's as bad as her father." And I really can't agree more with the woman.


Neither can I.
So part of me wanted to have Harry be the one to summon his Keyblade and take the woman out, but this version felt better. Plus, Harry doesn't always have to be the one to save Harry and him getting further evidence that people can be trusted and relied on to help him out of tough spots and dangerous situations is only for the better.
As you've also probably noticed, I decided on a bit of a new writing style. It's not much, I just add a little more text at the end, making sure that my paragraphs are just that little bit longer. It might not work for all of my paragraphs or all of my stories, but I am trying my best. Just keep in mind that I've had my other style for the better part of several years.
Next chapter: the other rooms hear of what almost happened and everyone decides to speed up the checking, examinations and everything else as continuing to read has now become even more vital. This because, now knowing that there is still more than one person loyal to Dumbledore, their need to undo him and uncover all of his plans and schemes has reached a new high in necessity.
Experts, back to work,

Venquine1990
PS. Should I have done part of this story in Harry's POV? I feel like I should have, but I couldn't get myself to do so.