Hey everyone,
Now like I said in the last AN the outfit won't be showed yet! I'm also rethinking my idea to make the outfit look like a Drive form for Sora in the KH 2 game, but if I can't come up with something equally good, I'll just stick with that plan. However, like I said, whether or not I will do this won't be revealed this chapter.
Okay, enjoy,
Venquine1990
Chapter 09
The Special Room
27th of January 1996
Destiny's Haven
Sora's POV
The last chapter was definitely hard to read and to hear all that my little brother had to go through – even worse at the hands of his own guardians – kind of makes me wish it had been me that had been left here and that Harry could have had my youth, but then my memories of Riku remind me of why those wishes should not come true.
Shuddering at the idea of a life without the one I have loved for so many years, do I walk with my dad, Riku and Harry as we pass the Cinema room, my eyes again wide at how large the room is, compared to how there will only be four people watching the DVD's that are situated under the actual giant screen itself.
Then we pass into the next room and Harry asks: "Didn't I say that I would show you the described Muggle stuff while here?" And dad, who seems a little worried at Harry mentioning his life at the Dursleys, nods nonetheless and Harry nods back before he turns to the room and seems to focus on what we read.
This makes me look at the room at large, which now still has the beautiful walls, the doors, the pillars and the fireplace, but misses the sofas that we all sat on along with some other furniture that was there and then, with Harry's effort, do I see the seven gifts that Dudley was given on his eleventh birthday appear in the room.
Dad looks at the appliances in shock and Harry walks over, grabbing the remote control for the airplane as he says: "Just imagine this to be a wand using a Mobilicorpus spell on that toy there." And while dad nods, does Harry start pressing and pulling at the buttons, making the airplane ride a little before it soars up.
Dad looks at the little thing as it flies around the room in shock and asks: "Aren't those like the things we sometimes see fly over London?" And while I wonder about the name of this town, does Harry nod and say: "This is only a toy-version, the real ones can fly people from England all the way to Australia and Canada if needed."
This seems to shock my dad and he asks: "Muggles use these things for travel?" And Harry allows for the remote controlled airplane to land in front of him, picking it up and walking back to us as he points at the small windows made of plastic that are placed into the model and asks: "Look here, you can see all those chairs, right?"
Dad looks deep inside and nods as Harry says: "A normal plane can carry about 100 if not 200 people per flight. There are also private airplanes that are used and made for those of high stationary, like the Prime Minister and the Queen." Dad nods and asks: "And this is how Muggle kids learn about how to ride them?"
But Harry shakes his head and says: "No, these are just for fun. To learn how to ride a plane, you need a lot of classes and a ton of years of education – or so I was told back in Primary School, during a Career day.""There was a Career day before you turned fifteen?" Dad then asks, his shock and confusion amazing me.
Harry nods and says: "It's where parents come to school to teach the classmates off their kids about their Profession." And when I see dad's eyes widen, do I realize that he must have been thinking about a different kind, which I get proven right as he says: "Oh, I thought a Career day where you get asked what job you wanted to study for."
But Harry shakes his head and says: "I'm not sure I can show you the other things, but that's because three of them run on a lot more electricity than the airplane, which just uses a very small group of electricity to function and I'm not entirely sure how the large groups of the other three will respond to the power of this room's magic."
Dad nods and then Harry looks from the TV, computer, video camera and computer games to the racing bike and says: "This is pretty much like that broom thing I told you about. The brakes, (he motions for the metals at the steering wheel) the handle, (the steering wheel) and the acceleration (the paddles down below)."
Dad nods and then I decide to do something I'm sure he would have done had he known about a bike like this while having the chance to raise Harry and walk over as I ask: "Ever got to ride one of these babies, Harry?" But Harry shakes his head and says: "It was Dudley's, end of story." Making me hate my cousin all over again.
I then shake my head and ask: "Want to learn?" But Harry smiles at me and says: "Maybe some other time, thanks Sora." And while happy that I got to cheer up my little brother, do I nod and ask: "So, what's next?" And then Harry gives me an idea that I should have thought of way sooner as the shy boy suddenly asks:
"Is it possible to have this room show me what Lea looks like? I – I mean, I – I know we – that we can't summon him here as it – it's not his time to be here yet, but – well, I wouldn't mind knowing how he looks, you know?" And I nod wildly, closing my eyes and focusing on a way to make this wish of my little brother come true.
I then feel something appearing in my hand as I try to crush my hands into fists to strengthen my focus and when I look down, do I smile widely at the picture of our latest Christmas party together at Beast's Castle, with Isa, Axel, Roxas, Xion, Lea, Naminé, Riku, Kairi, Mickey, Donald, Goofy, Terra, Aqua, Ven, Belle, the Beast himself and me all standing together on the picture.
I happily hand my little brother the picture and say: "That's him, the one in the black coat and with the red hair. Eh, the one without the marks on his face, I mean." Only for my dad to suddenly start laughing as he asks: "Red hair? Oh man, that's a classic!" And while Riku and I look at him confused, does Harry answer my confusion as he says: "Aunt Lily had red hair too."
Reminding me how mum had been pining after Aunt Lily until he realized his destiny was with dad and while shocked that such a thing reoccurred, does dad nod and say: "And your grandma, my great-aunt Dorea, she may have been a Black, but she often turned her hair red, just because your grandpa loved it that way." Making me smile.
Harry's POV
I smile at the little new fact about my grandparents and then look down at the picture Sora gave me, my eyes instantly seeking out the man Sora described and when I see who I am meant for, do my eyes widen as even Cho and Hermione combined had not looked as good as they did in their Yule Ball gowns at this man does.
Long red hair that spikes up to the back and has a natural shine to it, as if the hair alone holds an amazing power of light against the Darkness. Eyes firm and loving, with a hint of amusement shining deep within their green gem-like depths and while I feel myself almost getting lost in the swirling power of them, do I look further.
A skin as flawless as the sand on a beach that has just been brushed up by the waves of the ocean, a long neck with powerful muscular shoulders and slim arms reaching out under it, while the arms themselves are crossed over an amazing set of chest muscles and that also seem to hide an amazing six – if not eight – pack under them.
All in all can I not help but wonder how my elder brother fell for Riku when he was around a gorgeous man like this and ask tentatively: "Sora, did you – by any chance – meet Lea before you fell for Riku?" But when my elder brother shakes his head while looking confused, can I not help but think: "That explains it then."
But then dad slaps me on the shoulder and says: "For every Potter there is a mate, Harry. That's just how Destiny wanted it and let's not forget that you're a Kitsune where your brother is a Veela. Their tastes are different and so are yours." To this I nod, feeling a little relieved without knowing why I do and Sora asks:
"What's that mean?" And dad answers: "Harry was just wondering how you fell for Riku when you had Lea around. No offence, Riku." But the silver haired boy shakes his head and I quickly fold the picture given to me in such a way that I have Lea's face looking up at me, before I silently put it in one of my inner robe pockets.
"Well, that's two things down. Just Harry's Keyblade and his glamour left." Riku then says as he too walks over to where we're all gathered near the presents and Sora asks me: "What first, Harry. The glamour or the Keyblade?" And while I turn my head away to think this through, do I softly answer after a few minutes:
"The Keyblade. I – I'm a little scared of how I'll look once the glamour's off. It's – it's not that –." I then stutter as I turn to dad, but the man's understanding smile makes me falter and he says: "It's not that you're not excited, it's just that these have been the looks you have known for almost sixteen years. I get it, son, I really do."
And while I smile at dad for his amazing understanding, does Riku walk forward, summoning his own Keyblade as he does and shocking me a little before the man swings it in such a way he holds the end of the blade and allows for the handle of the weapon to reach out to me and while I look at the handle in shock, do I then look at him.
I look at him as he locks eyes with me and, with a tone that proves he is remembering the words from sometime long ago or something, does he says: "In your hand, take this Key. So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking, its wielder you shall one day be. And you will find me, friend – no world will contain you then. No more borders around, or below, or above, so long as you champion the ones you love."
These words shock me to the core and make me look from Riku to the Keyblade, my hand reaching out to the handle before me while my mind still feels befuddled by the amazing rite spoken by the man in front of me. Then, just by – ever so tentatively – taking hold of the handle, do I feel something I have never felt before.
A power unlike any other, something that feels as if it burns like fire and flows like water and strikes down like thunder all at the same time deep within my heart, the three elemental forces somehow joining together within me without feeling painful or dangerous, but instead actually feeling like they have always been part of me.
Keeping my hand on Riku's Keyblade, do I lower my head a little as I use my other to press down on my chest, trying from the outside to feel the amazing events going on inside my heart and then suddenly hear Riku snicker softly and shortly, making me look back at him and making my eyes widen as I see him.
See him standing before me with his arms back at his side, while my right hand is still around his Keyblade. I look from the silver-haired teen to his weapon and – as if reading my mind – does the weapon disappear, the stars and small crescent moons that show up and vanish along with the blade not even touching my skin.
"Yeah, I felt some strange things happening inside my heart too when that happened. Barely even noticed anything until I heard Sora call out to me." The elder teen then says and Sora huffs as he says: "I still can't believe that you kept the fact you met Terra a secret this long." Riku rolls his eyes and says: "It wouldn't have changed anything, Sora, you know that.
Besides, I was a kid and Terra told me that what had happened was supposed to be a secret or the magic would fade away. And you have to admit, in a way it did." Riku sighs in the end and this worries me. Sora walks over and softly uses one of his hands to raise Riku's head back up before kissing the boy's lips, a clear need to comfort his mate shown in how he holds the boy.
Turning my head away as I sincerely believe my brother deserves some privacy after sharing a room with me for a few hours now, do I see dad turn to me with a proud smile on his face and I take a deep breath, knowing now might be the best time for me to just get my fears out of the way and I give the man a single nod.
The man's eyes widen for a short second and he quickly looks from me to my brother and back, before he too turns serious and nods back at me, walking over silently while keeping his eyes on Sora and Riku as to make sure our actions don't distract my brother and his mate from their little need to prove their love for one another.
He then comes to stand almost face to face with me, his wand low against his lower stomach as he asks: "Are you sure?" And I nod, trying to tell my dad with my eyes that if I don't do it now, I will again lose myself to my fears of how I will come to look after this, something my heart tells me I shouldn't fear at all.
The man nods back, his eyes proving me just how proud he actually is of me and while I try and gather courage from that pride, do I almost feel dad's wand twisting and turning in various degrees as he whispers some kind of incantation under his breath, his eyes constantly shooting from me to my brother as a watch out.
Then suddenly does the man bow down low and does his wand hit itself hard against the back of my knee, making me hiss out in soft pain and making me bite my tongue in order not to let Sora and Riku hear me and after I feel a stinging sensation coming from the nerves in the back of my knee, do I suddenly feel something else.
Something that feels like a rubber band having been pulled too tight and having snapped, something like a corset that snaps under the weight of an overweight person, something that feels like a string of band aides being pulled off all together in one go. All in all the feeling is painful, awkward and very unlike I had expected.
Then, as if my knee was somehow the center point of the glamour charm, do I feel magic coursing through me, going from the front of my knee down to my foot and toes and – at the same time – going from the back of my knee and down to the rest of my body, the magic feeling just awkward as it passes my hip to my other leg.
Closing my eyes in order to just focus more on the strange feeling – and because part of me just doesn't want to see what I will come to look like – do I feel every part of me almost change in the smallest of ways, all of me bar my fingers, my length, my hair and the structure of my face, where the magic gathers much stronger.
The feeling of this magic so strongly focused here, on several aspects of my face, makes me shudder and makes me press my arms closer up against my side in order to keep myself firm on my own two feet and to not give in to the strange feeling of this double-ended spell that now seems to rectify itself after being broken.
Then finally does the feeling end and when I slowly blink to open my eyes, do I feel highly strange as the room in front of me seems blurrier than during the first Quidditch match of my Third year and I shake my head, not just in the hopes of getting a better vision, but also to shake off the last remains of how the spell felt as it was broken.
I then open my eyes again, yet have to squint a second time as the blurry vision remains and I close my eyes a second time, prepared to shake my head yet again, when I feel the calloused hands of my father on the frame of my glasses and when I feel him take it off, do my eyes spring wide open – only for me to see sharper than ever before.
Looking at everything in the room a second time, do my eyes widen themselves even more as I never saw the colors of the walls this vivid, saw the small strings and tufts of string that make up the carpet so sharply or saw just how caring and proud my father looked in such detail as the man holds my glasses in his hands before me.
Shocked that a pair of glasses that I have relied on for so long actually hindered my eyesight so badly, do I feel resigned as this only further proves how little the Dursleys cared for me, having not even bothered to buy me anything more than – what I can only assume – was a standard set of glasses for me to adjust to.
I then look from the glasses to my father and ask: "How do I look?" Only to slap my hands over my face as my voice sounds different from what I usually hear, the tone itself not sounding any different from before, bar the soft, purring tone that somehow seems to underline it as I speak and my eyes widen as I realize this.
Dad laughs as he sees me respond to this and says: "Like a newborn Kitsune, son, like a newborn Kitsune of Black and Potter Blood." This makes the shock and worry in my heart lighten slightly and I lower my hands again, my eyes tentatively turning from my dad to where my brother is standing and seeing him looking at me.
Sora's POV
Everything that happened so far has definitely been a lot of fun and the kiss Riku and I shared just tops all of the fun and amazing activities that took place in this room, but when I suddenly hear that soft purring voice coming from my left can I not help but break the kiss I am sharing with my beloved and look in its direction.
There I see my dad standing together with another young man, one who's body height and shape make me realize that it must be my little brother, yet at the same time do his hands, his face and his hair make me look at the younger boy in shock as I now see that the glamour hid a lot more than even I was expecting.
Wavy russet colored hair that has hints of copper shining through some of the strands on the top of the head and that mostly color around the forehead and eyebrows, a pair of striking grey eyes with a multitude of blue and brown spots shining through them, a pale tan that almost looks to be radiant in the light of the room.
My little brother looks absolutely amazing and while I can still recognize signs of my mother in the boy's nose, forehead, the shape of his lips and the length of his chin, have his cheeks, cheekbones and ears taken a shape similar to dad's while his eyes, eyebrows and eyelashes are absolutely signs of his own individual looks.
All in all I can barely believe how my little brother looks at the current moment and silently ask: "How did people not realize that my little brother was under glamour?" But Riku – who must be the only one able to hear me, doesn't answer and when I look at him, do I see him frowning at my little brother, obviously thinking the same.
We then walk over and I can easily tell by looking in my little brother's eyes that Harry is taking Riku's frowning personal as he cringes back a little and I quickly decide to ease his worries as I softly pinch Riku's side while having my arm wrapped around him and – at the same time – happily address Harry and say:
"Looking good, little bro." And Riku nods before he says: "I think at max that you rose about one inch, maybe one and a half." This makes Harry smile, the smile widening as dad says: "You definitely look to have slimmed out, but in a good way and that is common for Kitsune Submissives. After all, female felines usually are slim of form."
Riku and I nod at this and then suddenly Harry laughs and says: "Especially lionesses, right dad?" And while I wonder what joke I missed between the two, can I only feel glad that my little brother feels comfortable with these changes and do I feel extremely proud of having such an amazing beautiful creature for a brother.
And that's where I end it!
So this chapter actually didn't receive all that many changes and to be honest, I just don't think there will be many more until some point later into the story. Personally, I think the chapters that will have Harry and Lea together will be more likely to have added text to them, but those aren't for a while, though I will keep working through the entire story.
Though there are definitely two major changes that all this editing will produce. One of them, I think you will like, is the fact that the whole "PS – chapter …, page … – PS" stuff will be gone and will be replaced with the style of CR writing that I have been using as of last year. The other is that I have now added date and location to each chapter, which I didn't start with until chapter 23 when I first worked on writing this story.
Wish me luck,
Venquine1990
