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The Memory of Xehanort

Cloud was patrolling his half of the castle. He and Auron had decided to split the job, Auron taking the left half, and Cloud taking the right. Their duties were simple, guard the castle, and if there was any trouble in the outside worlds, Chip and Dale would be ready and waiting to put a gummi to use for them. Cloud turned a corner, and found himself in the throne room, which startled him as the throne room was on the left side of the castle. He jumped in surprise.

"What the heck?" he said out loud. Auron had also appeared next to him, and they saw Merlin.

"Sorry gentlemen," he said, "Something strange has come up."

"What's wrong, Merlin?" Cloud asked regaining his composure.

"It would appear that Xehanort has returned yet again," he said.

"But…how?" Asked Auron, furrowing his brow.

"I do not know for sure…but he we do know that he has already taken Halloween Town and Christmas Town. He convinced Jack Skellington that the best Halloween shocker of all would be ultimate darkness, and if Sora told you anything about Jack…well, he's rather naïve about things that don't directly concern him. Master Yen Sid is working on a hypothesis, but I pray he's wrong."

"What does he think is going on?" Cloud asked.

"I doubt you boy's know anything about Horcruxs, do you?" Merlin asked gravely.

A cloaked figure walked slowly through a dark graveyard. The headstones were old, decrepit. He paused at a particularly large headstone that read, Tom Riddle Jr., and chuckled. He marched onward to a large broken down manor, that once many years ago had housed aristocrats. Through the door he went, not even opening it, as if he were a ghost. He marched up the stairs, the place was shrouded in darkness. At the end of the stairwell, there was a door that was half cracked open. He paused, as a giant snake crept out and glided across the floor towards him. It stared up at him with its ugly triangular head, before going back into the room. The figure heard hissing noises, and then a high, cold, cruel voice that would have sent ice down the back of a normal man spoke.

"Why Wormtail," it said, "We have a guest." The scurrying of feet could be heard, and the door was pulled open, revealing a large room that at one time may have been a cozy den. Now it was a disgusting moth eaten pit. A small man, balding with watery eyes greeted the figure, and silently gestured for the figure to come in. The man walked over to a moth eaten arm chair, and smiled at what he saw in it.

"Lord Voldemort," The man said in a pleasant voice, "How very nice to see you again, looking a little worse for the wear though, it would seem."

"Ah yes, many years have past since our first encounter, young Xehanort," the voice replied. "It is good to see you again, for finally I have competent means to come back to power."

"I found you," came a half hearted, squeaky voice from the bald man. The voice in the chair chuckled.

"Yes, Wormtail, but not out of loyalty did you come back to me," it said, "Out of fear of your former friends and with no where else to go did you come back. And you, as you yourself have admitted, are far from competent. Though a stroke of genius I had not expected from you, it was, when you brought that other worlder to me. I would never have known about young Xehanort's "death" and would not have been able to get in touch with him. But as for getting me a body…we may leave that to our friend here. He knows the process even better than I. And besides, Wormtail, I can actually trust Xehanort, having taught him much since his departure with the heart loving fool, Ansem the, "Wise."

"Ah, but you were talking to my heartless then," Xehanort replied, "While my nobody was plotting much the same thing, with much worse help I may add."

"Ah, you flatter me," said the voice, "But it appears you are whole again…tell me how?"

"Ah yes, a potion I developed. I needed a strong heart, and I found it in a boy named Riku. When my nobody first regained true form, it was through his heart that I did it. He expelled me mostly from his body, but I took some of his heart with me. Using it, I developed a potion, based shortly on what you yourself plan to use, and regained form. I had the help of my heartless, of course, where you now have wormtail and I. Although, I think I had it better for the most part. My help was slightly more loyal." Here he turned and sneered at the cowering man, who fell over in fright. "The potion contrived of four things. My horcrux, which kept my heartless and nobody from dissolving, although not being completely human they did not have conscious thought. The remains of my heart, which my heartless pulled from Kingdom Hearts at the last seconds, my body and soul, which was found with the remains of my nobody in the Land of Nothing, and of course…a star."

"A star you say…" Voldemort said. "Intriguing. I have long wondered the value of them…but they are so rare in this universe…where did you come across one?"

"My counterpart," Xehanort said, "He came into this world at the ebb of this universe and commanded my heartless for me. I never met him, but I remember it."

"I see…" the voice said, colder than ever, "That is interesting…" suddenly, the snake came back in the room again, and the hissing started.

"Wormtail, there appears to be an old muggle standing right outside this door, listening to every word we have been saying…do invite him inside, wont you?"

An old man came in. He walked with a limp, and had a cane. He showed no sign of fear as he approached two of the most deadly people in the universe. Although, he didn't know this.

"Tell me muggle, what have you heard?" came the voice.

"Enough to get the police interested, I'd wager, killing from the sounds of it. Satanists no doubt! All this talk of souls and hearts, I wouldn't be surprised!" he faltered, then continued, a little shaky, "Any my wife is waiting at home for me, she'll be a little upset if I don't get home…" but Xehanort interrupted him.

"You have no wife," he replied, "Your heart flickers with darkness when you lie, and I can tell…do not lie to us."

"Believe what you want, but the police will be here, I called them when I saw the lights on in the house…any minute now in fact!" the muggle replied.

"Do not speak to Lord Voldemort in such a manner, cretin," The voice in the chair said.

"Oh really, 'My Lord,'" the muggle said with a laugh, "You're so strong, why don't you turn round and face me like a man?"

"Because I am so much more than a man," the voice said, "But why not? Xehanort, if you would."

Xehanort approached the chair and spun it around. The muggle dropped his cane. He didn't have time to scream before it was over. A flash of green light, and he fell to the ground, alive no more.

Five hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter awoke with a start.

Cloud, Merlin, Auron, Yen Sid, and a new wizard were all gathered around the table in the throne room.

"Gentlemen, may I introduce you to Albus Dumbledore." Yen Sid replied. Dumbledore was a sight to see. Yen Sid, and even Merlin, kept themselves in good respectable ways, but this Dumbledore was contentedly sucking on lemon drops as the talked.

"What did you learn, Wise Yen Sid?" Auron asked.

"Many things," Yen Sid began, "But it wouldn't have been possible without the help of my good friend, Albus." Dumbledore looked up at the sound of his name.

"Gentlemen," he said in a serious tone that defied his sucking of sweets, "we face a graver problem than before. I am sure of this. Lord Voldemort has helped your Xehanort gain a Horcrux. Half of it resided in his nobody, and the other went into an object that we do not know. And as long as that object remains…we have no means of destroying Xehanort for good."

"Where would he leave his horcrux?" Cloud asked. Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders.

"I will begin research on this immediately. But the fact that he has a Horcrux is half of the problem. If this is true, than an equally great threat is joining forces with him, or maybe already has." Merlin replied.

"Worse than Xehanort?" Cloud asked.

"Worse than Sephiroth, maybe," Dumbledore replied.

"You know Sephiroth?" Cloud asked hurriedly.

"No, but I am an accomplished legillems, and I can see him in you," Dumbledore replied. "It is nothing to fear, you have control so long as you keep the darkness from controlling you."

"Thanks…I think," Cloud said, looking at his twinkling blue eyes.

"All we can ask you lads to do, is travel the worlds, and prevent them from being over run," Merlin said.

"And how do we do that?" Auron asked, "We do not have Keyblades?"
"Are you so sure?" Dumbledore asked. "Concentrate, and the Keyblade will come to you. With the union of these menaces, a war is on the horizon. And the only ones who can help fight it, are keyblade weilders."

Cloud held out his hand, and focused on his light. As he did, he felt his hand open enough to allow the hilt of a sword, and the blade appeared in his own hand as he had seen Sora's do so many times. It looked like his buster sword, only more round. The keychain on it was his mark, the Fenrir.

Auron was doing the same thing, only his blade was blood red, more round, looking like an old fashioned key, where as Clouds looked like a car key. His keychain was a jug, much like his own. There was a thunder cloud on the blade.

"A Keyblade War," Auron said.

There, FINALLY! Sorry for the wait, but as you can see, good things come to those who wait.

What about Samus now?