Hey all. Sorry it took so long to update, well ANY of my stories. I am a bad person. I got caught up in a little game called Star Wars: The Old Republic. It's no excuse, but it distracted me from writing for a LONG time. But, anyway, here is chapter 2 of Key to Power.

Anyway, as for disclaimers, I don't own Harry Potter, or Disney or Square Enix characters. As for some of the movies included in my stories, let's just say that Disney does in fact own the companies that own these characters, even if they don't slap their name on it. In this case, I'm speaking about Marvel Comics and it's characters. I feel like any of the Avengers and pre-Avengers movies are fair game for this story.

With that, please enjoy this chapter: "Ron's tale, part 1".

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As the blinding light fades, the awestruck teenagers stared at the three figures they hadn't seen in a year and half. They were definitely Harry, Hermione and Ron, but the Gryffindor Golden Trio were different now. They held themselves in a much stronger and confident manner, with straight backs chins held high. They now wore clothes that the rest of the student body never imagined they would wear.

Ron, no longer wore a Weasley jumper, and didn't have a hint of orange anywhere on his body, despite his well known love of the Chudley Cannons. In his absence, he had grown several more inches, and now stood at six foot, two inches. Aside from that, he really bulked up. His was not a body of a body builder or a champion lifter, but rather more of star running back. He had a broad chest, strong legs and well muscled arms, as could be seen with his sleeveless black shirt. He wore a pair of navy blue pants, so dark they were almost black. They fit him well, but were still loose enough to allow for a full range of movement.

Hermione on the other hand, wore a very tight blood red sleeveless cutoff shirt, showing her toned stomach, and her breasts which had swelled to an impressive double D cup. It was unzipped in the front enough to show a generous amount of cleavage that had all the boys drooling, and all the girls jealous. She wore the same style of pants that Ron did, but hers was black. Her normally bushy hair had been cut to shoulder length.

Harry seemed the most different though. His famous lightning bolt scar, which always looked fresh, had now faded to a mere white line of scar tissue. He stood with a strength he had only exhibited before when defending someone else, but now it was apparent he would also stand up for himself. He had bulked up slightly himself, but instead of having the same physique as Ron, Harry had more of a fencers body. He wore the same kind of outfit as Ron, except his shirt was a deep forest green.

But between them, they all bore gauntlets on their left arms, of some kind of bronze colored metal. It seemed like plated armor, covering the hands and going up to the elbows. Right above the wrist, was a small tube, with what appeared to be, the Trio's wands slightly poking out. The tubes were shorter than the wands, but because of magic, the gauntlets could pop the wands out in a seconds notice. The thing about the three though, was that all their eyes glowed softly with untold power. The most obvious change though, was that the three were now all older than their old schoolmates, but at the same time, the three were all different ages from each other.

As Neville stepped forward cautiously, he noticed the three blinking a bit rapidly, trying to dispel the haze that had come over their vision from the bright light. Slowly, the three were able to focus on what was in front of them, and they blinked in surprise at seeing their dorm mate approaching them. In their mind, he looked rather bad off, bruised and cut, as well as having areas on his arms that had obviously been broken and had not been healed properly.

As the rest of the room came into focus, the trio took in the sight of everyone staring back at them with wide eyes.

"Uh… hey guys. What are you all doing in here?" asked Harry.

After an astonished few seconds, everyone in the Room of Requirement surged forward, yelling, crying and laughing, all relieved that their friends and saviors have returned.

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Once everybody had calmed down, the Room provided three chairs for the newly returned Trio. Everyone else were sitting on the beds, as close to the Trio as they could get. Neville led the discussion, updating the Gryffindor Golden Trio on everything that had happened in the time they had been away.

Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances, as Harry leaned forward, clasping his hands together, with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hands. His eyes clouded over in intense thought.

"So… it's progressed this far already. We're in a bad spot here," said Harry. He then looked up at Neville. "What about Dumbledore? And the rest of the teachers?"

Neville sighed. Not liking having to relive it all. "Right after Voldemort took over the Ministry, that group that Dumbledore led… you know, the one with all the Aurors? Well, he ordered them all underground, to organize a resistance. Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers defended the castle, while evacuating everyone. I was one of the last ones out. You should have seen it… Dumbledore had so much power… he managed to hold off Voldemorts army for almost a day… until the slimy bastard betrayed him… Snape, who Dumbledore trusted, shot him in the back, and stunned the rest of the teachers. Then Voldemort just walked right in and took over. He executed most of the teachers, except for the ones he couldn't find replacements for. McGonagal, Flitwick, Sprout and Slughorn are all that remains of the teachers. Pomfrey is still here, but under strict watch if any of us try to get medical attention. Snape has been placed as Headmaster while Voldemort goes and does… whatever he does.

"A couple of months later, the Daily Prophet came out with a headline about how it was mandatory for all magical children Magical Britain to attend Hogwarts. They sent Death Eaters out, pretending to be truancy officers, and they registered all magical kids. I heard that with Muggleborns, the ones they couldn't trick into coming to Hogwarts, they killed the families of the kids and brought them here anyway. The ones who didn't shape up at first were tortured. Those who didn't learn the intended lesson then, like all of us in here, were ordered to be tortured and killed. But luckily, we remembered this room, and we took to hiding in here. We've tried to cause trouble where we can, but unfortunately we've not really been able to do much of anything of substance," Neville sadly reported.

Harry put his chin into his hands, staring off into space as he processed everything he had been told. Hermione and Ron sat behind him, also thinking about what their next potential moves could be.

After several moments of silence, the inhabitants of the Room couldn't take it anymore.

"Well?" asked Lavender Brown, quite loudly. "You know what's been happening here, what the hell happened to you guys?"

Coming out of their trances, the Trio looked at each other, and slowly, they came to an unspoken agreement. Now was not the time for secrets. And so, they began their tale.

They spoke of looking for the book that had helped Harry, until he had very nearly killed Draco Malfoy, and how it was stashed in this very room. They relived to first time they laid eyes on the Keyblade Graveyard and how they met the dying SOLDIER. Their retelling of the battle with the living armor had everyone else on the edge of their seats. When they spoke of being transported to a different world to receive special training, they spoke fondly of their teacher, Master Eraqus, who taught them how to wield the Keyblades. Soon enough, Eraqus sent them each on their own trips to discover themselves and to learn the lessons that they would need to bring light to the darkness.

Pausing again, they took a breath as they each thought of their own journeys. Standing up, Ron put his hands on Harrys and Hermiones shoulders.

"I'll go first," he offered. At their nods, Ron began his tale…

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Ron, Harry and Hermione all stood together, at the edge of a cliff outside of Master Eraqus' dojo. After a final goodbye hug initiated by Hermione, the three channeled some magic into their gauntlets, which morphed into the bronze colored armor that very much resembled the living armor they had fought several months ago back at Hogwarts. The armor would protect them as they traveled through the void that linked the world portal to each other.

After they made final adjustments to their armor, they called their Keyblade Gliders into existence, and after a final nod to each other, they went on their own separate paths. Ron went nearly straight up, while Harry went down and to the right, and Hermione stayed level, and straight ahead. Ron wondered briefly about how long it would be before he would see his friends again.

It was then he saw the blinding white light of the Lanes Between, and he soared through the portal. As he passed through, the blinding light cut to almost complete darkness, but as his eyes adjusted, he could see that he was soaring through a dark sky, he saw stars, and planets and all sorts of amazing multi-colored clouds of space dust. Ron decided that he should have paid more attention to astronomy as he relaxed on the seat of the Glider. As long as he kept the throttle up, it would take him exactly where he would need to go first.

Soon enough, he saw a white beam shoot across the cosmos. It had only been there for a few seconds and was very far away, but it was enough to leave him wondering what it was. As he continued to ride, he saw a second white beam of light shoot in the exact same direction. Oddly enough, the origin point seemed to be his destination. He was getting a little nervous, he was much closer to the beam this time, he hoped it wasn't some kind of defense against intruders. For another five minutes, his Glider traveled towards a world. The closer he got, he saw a spherical building with a cone pointing out of it. It was still far away, so he couldn't make out anything other than it seemed to be connected to a rainbow.

Then, the cone started spinning, and pointed directly at him. Ron's eyes widened as the white beam shot out at him. He braced himself for his early end. But when he opened his eyes, he found he hadn't been vaporized, but was instead, lying on his back, on the floor up against the wall. As he struggled to regain his bearings, he heard people yelling.

"-if you do nothing, there won't be a kingdom to protect!" said a strong voice. "We need to act! The Jotuns must learn to fear me! Just as they once feared you!"

Ron slowly started to make out the scene in front of him. It seemed that none of the other people in the room had yet noticed him. He saw a dark-skinned man dressed in gold armor, and carrying a large sword leading out a woman and two men supporting a larger man who was obviously injured from the room. There was also a young man, older than Ron, but looked to be in his mid twenties with slicked back hair as dark as Harry's, and he also wore armor, but his cape and the fabric was a Slytherin green, who was also observing the scene with wide, horrified eyes.

At the center of the room was an armored old man, who had a small plate covering his right eye. He had a full head of white hair and a full beard. He carried a large golden spear. Lastly, the man who had been yelling was standing several feet away from the old man. He had golden hair, a large red cape, and wore armoring down his arms and across his chest, while his legs were covered in armor as well. He carried a large one-handed war hammer.

Then the old man started yelling back at the hammer wielding young man. "That is pride and vanity talking! Not leadership. You have forgotten everything I taught you, about the warriors patience-"

"While you wait and be patient," the young man interrupted. "The Nine Realms laugh at us. The old ways are done. You would stand giving speeches while Asgard falls!"

"YOU ARE A VAIN, GREEDY, CRUEL BOY!" roared the old man, a new fire in his voice.

"AND YOU ARE AN OLD MAN AND A FOOL!" roared the golden haired man back, with equal fire.

"Yes… I was a fool… to think you were ready," spoke the old man, softly as his gaze dropped to his feet. It was at this time that the black haired man stepped forward.

"…Father…"

"Heeeiirrrgghhh!" exclaimed the old man as his head snapped up, and his pointed at the man in green, who looked properly cowed, and backed away. The old man looked back at the man with the red cape.

"Thor Odinson," he said sadly. "you have betrayed the express command of your king. For your arrogance, and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful Realms and lives to the horror and desolation of war!" As he spoke the last word, the old man took his spear, and placed the back end of it in the pedestal in the center of the room. Immediately, lightning shot from the pedestal, impacting the curved walls of the room. The room began to spin, and a great mechanical whirring buffeted the ears of all present. The man in the red cape looked confused as the old man stumbled down, and grabbed hold of some of the mans chest armor.

"You are unworthy of these relics," said the old man, pulling the armor apart with surprising ease. Then he tore off the younger man's red cape. "You are unworthy of your station! YOU ARE UNWORTHY… of the loved ones, you have betrayed."

The younger man, confused, and now scared of what was happening, could only look dumbly at his father. The man in green could only look on in sadness as his brother and his father continued this fight. The old man looked down sadly and turned and walked several steps away from the man known as Thor Odinson. Turning sharply around, the old man held out his open hand.

"I now take from you, your power!"

As soon as the words were uttered, the war hammer flew from Thor's hand into the old man's.

"And in the name of my father, and his father before," as he spoke, the armoring covering Thor's arms literally fell off into tiny pieces onto the floor. "and I now, cast you out!"

To Ron, it seemed that the old man had used a wandless banishment charm as Thor flew back against the opposing wall, and into what Ron figured to be the cone of the spherical building he saw earlier. It was spinning rapidly and had a mass of white energy built up. Thor disappeared as soon as he made contact with the white energy. The man in green, horrified by what he witnessed, had decided that now was the time to leave. Ron felt the same, and using the gigantic sparks of white energy from the spear, he quickly disengaged his own armor, and withdrew his wand. He tapped it on his head, and cast a Disillusionment charm on himself, hoping to escape the room, invisibly and unnoticed.

As Ron left the spherical room, he heard the old man, whispering to the hammer. "He who holds this hammer, should he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." And with that, the old man threw the hammer into the same white void that Thor had disappeared into.

The man in green looked back, sadly as the old man began to trudge back across a bridge of what appeared to be rainbow glass. Momentarily, the green man's eyes locked onto Ron. Ron, quickly checked his disillusionment, and was satisfied that he was invisible. Maybe it was a coincidence he thought, and he tried moving to the side, but the man's eyes followed him. After a few moments, the man in green said nothing and turned away to follow his father.

Ron breathed a single sigh of relief before the back of his head exploded in pain, and he fell forward unconscious.

Several hours later, Ron awoke in a cell, having been stripped of his wand and his gauntlet, which held his armor. He wore his basic jeans and Chudley Cannon's t-shirt. He gathered his bearings and took in his surroundings. He was in a dark jail cell, that much he knew. There was a single torch in the hall outside, but it barely illuminated anything.

"Who are you? Why and how are you here?" asked a voice from the darkness.

Ron sat up, clutching the back of his head. He struggled to speak.

"My name is Ron. I come from a world far away. We are on the brink of war. My friends and I were sent to learn lessons to ultimately aid us in our own fight against the darkness. Now, can I ask who you are?"

The voices owner stepped forward. It was the dark skinned man who wore golden armor. He was carrying his large broadsword in front of him. His eyes were brown, but his pupils, instead of being black, seemed to be filled with what appeared to be outer space, including stars, planets and nebulae. On top of his irises, seemed to be two golden boxes each.

"I am the all-seeing Gatekeeper of the Bi-Frost. My name is Heimdall."

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And with that, this chapter will end. Please know, that I don't intend to have any of the trio visit Disney Worlds that have been visited in KH canon. If I do, it's only because it is absolutely required.

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