Hello everyone. Here is chapter Three. I apologize if some people find it boring, but like I said last chapter... There is a major plot event at the end of the chapter. I have not started Volume Two because I've been having trouble with starting it; however, I have thought of an idea for it in the last couple of days. Anyone care to take a guess at which world will be next? Anyone except Persephone Rosamunde and DragonDude3538 can guess. Again. Please review! They make me feel good. I accept anonymous reviews. This is the shortest chapter yet, so I apologize, although I think last weeks more than makes up for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Harry Potter, if I did then we wouldn't be waiting this long for Kingdom Hearts III. The only thing I own is my OC.
Chapter 3
I was snapped out of my daze when I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw a piece of what looked to be chocolate in my face. I looked at the owner of the hand in my face and saw it was Professor Lupin.
"Here, eat this," he told me. "It'll make you feel better."
"Thank you," I replied, as I took it and quickly shoved it down my throat.
Almost immediately I feel a warm feeling permeate through my whole body and the cold feeling from the creature was gone, along with the remnants of the headache it gave me. Before I could contemplate the voices I heard I hear Hermione yelling Harry's name.
"Harry! Harry wake up! Are you alright?" She is slapping him in order to rouse him.
I get up and move to stand beside Lupin behind Ron and Hermione, who were kneeling beside him. He had slipped out of his seat into the floor. He finally opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
"W-What?" he mumbled.
Ron and Hermione then hauled him up back into his seat.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," he answered. "What happened? Where's that—that thing? Who screamed?"
At this the other occupants of the room look at each other.
"No one screamed," Ron said, a little more nervous than he already was. He looked around at the rest of us and Lupin broke off another piece of chocolate.
"Here," he said, handing Harry the chocolate. "It'll help."
Harry took the chocolate but did not eat it.
"What was that thing?" he asked Lupin.
"It was a dementor," Lupin replied. "One of the dementors of Azkaban."
We all stared at him as we let that piece of information digest. He saw that Harry had not eaten his chocolate yet.
"Eat," he repeated. "I need to go talk to the conductor."
He walked out of the compartment. After he left Ron and Hermione turned back to Harry.
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked.
"I don't get what happened." he replied.
"Well that thing-the dementor-stood there and looked around," Hermione explained. "At least I think I did, seeing as how we couldn't see its face, and you-"
"I thought you were having a fit," Ron interrupted. "You sort of went rigid and fell out of your seat. Then you started twitching—"
"And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor while pulling out his wand," Hermione picked back up. "And he said we weren't hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks and when the dementor wouldn't move he used some sort of spell and shot some silver thing that chased it off."
"Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?" asked Ron. "I felt weird, kind of like I'd never be cheerful again."
"Did any of you fall out of your seats?" Harry asked.
"No," Ron replied. Then he looked over to me. "Gnocx sort of went into a trance though. We were calling your name, but you acted like you couldn't hear us."
"I'm not sure what happened," I explained "I remember the cold feeling and then I got a splitting headache. I'm not surprised I didn't hear you."
"That's strange," Lupin said as he came back into the compartment. "I've never heard of the dementors giving someone a headache before. Is that all that happened?"
I looked down and thought. I definitely do not want to say I heard voices because that will lead to them asking questions; which is something I cannot afford.
"No," I finally said. "Just cold and a headache."
Seeming satisfied, Lupin then turned to Harry.
"I didn't poison it you know," he told him.
Harry ate the chocolate and his skin regained a little bit of color.
"We will arrive in ten minutes," he said. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," Harry replied, obviously embarrassed.
The last portion of the ride was ridden in silence; we arrived and quickly vacated the train. It was freezing on the platform as a result of the rain that was pelting us. As we started walking away from the train we heard a call.
"Firs' years this way!" a voice boomed.
I look over with the others and see the person who carried me up to the castle that night. He looked over at us.
"All righ', you three?" he asked them.
They nodded and turned to leave. He then noticed me and got a quizzical look on his face. I put a finger to my mouth when the others were turned and then mouthed the word later. He just gave me a slow nod and I walked to catch up with the others. They led me along a muddy path leading to rows of stagecoaches that had nothing in front of them. Not sure of what was going on I just followed the golden trio into a stagecoach. As soon as I shut the door behind me and took my seat, the stagecoach started moving on its own. We rode in silence up to the castle.
As soon as we came to a stop, I got out of the coach, Ron and Hermione followed. As soon as Harry got out we heard a familiar drawl.
"Is it true that you actually fainted on the train, Potter?" The ferret-faced kid from earlier plowed through Hermione to block Harry's way to the staircase leading to the castle's entrance. His eyes were glinting maliciously and he had a jovial look on his face.
"Shove off, Malfoy." Ron said with gritted teeth.
"Did you faint as well Weasel?" Malfoy prodded. "Did the scary dementor scare you too? What about you, mudblood, and you plebian?"
I just rolled my eyes, much to his chagrin and turned to leave.
"Is there a problem?" Lupin asked as he happened upon us.
"Oh, no-er-Professor," Malfoy replied with an insolent stare and a dose of sarcasm in his voice.
He smirked and led his two sheep up the stairs. We finally joined the crowd and made our way through the giant oak doors. The four of us then started toward the entrance to the great hall when Professor McGonagall strode towards us.
"Potter! Granger!" she called. "I want to see the both of you."
They both had looks of foreboding as they fought their way over to her.
"There is no need to look so worried," she assured them. "I only want a word. Off you go then Mr.'s Weasley and Gnocx."
Ron stared at her a moment then looked at me. I just turned around and headed toward the hall and to the Gryffindor table.
After we sat down, Professor Dumbledore stood and announced that the sorting would begin. I watched, intrigued as the first years were brought in and then made to sit on a stool and try on an old, pointy hat. The hat would then call out a name of one of the houses where then the student would sit. The sorting ended quickly enough and as the stool was taken away, Harry, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall came back into the hall. The professor then split off from them to head back to the staff table. As Harry and Hermione made their way over to our table, people had started pointing at Harry as he passed.
Word travels fast. I thought as they joined us.
"What was that about?" Ron whispered to Harry as he sat.
Harry started to whisper back, but was interrupted as Dumbledore stood and began to speak.
"Welcome," he began, "to another year at our wonderful school. I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I believe that it is best to get it out before we are befuddled by our fantastic feast…" He cleared his throat then continued. "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is playing host to the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on the business of the Ministry of Magic." He paused. "So I must make clear that no one is to leave the grounds without permission. Dementors are not fooled by disguises or tricks, or even invisibility cloaks. It is not in their nature to distinguish an enemy from a bystander, so I ask that you do not give them a reason to harm you. I look to our prefects and new Head Boy and Girl to keep you all in order."
Percy, who was sitting down the table from us, puffed out his chest. Dumbledore then looked around the room and picked up again.
"On a happier note, I wish to welcome two staffing changes this year," he began, "the first being Professor Lupin, who will be holding the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
The only people who clapped were the students who were in the compartment with him and a few others who were scattered throughout the hall.
"Look at Snape!" I heard Ron whisper to Harry.
I followed their gazes to a man on the staff table with black, greasy hair, black robes, and a crooked nose. He was seething at Professor Lupin.
"As to our second change," Dumbledore continued, "I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired last year in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his post will be filled by none other than our very own Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this post in addition to his duties as gamekeeper."
At this, the golden trio gives each other stunned looks. Then they joined in the tumultuous applause congratulating Hagrid. I look over to Hagrid and see he is smiling and red in the face. Also he is wiping his eyes with the tablecloth.
"We should've known!" Ron explained. "Who else would assign us a biting book?"
"Biting book?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah!" Ron answered. "The bloody things try to eat our hands every time we open them."
"You don't have his class Gnocx?" Hermione asks me.
"No," I replied. "The extra classes I took are Divination and Ancient Runes."
"Oh," she said. She is about to say more, but Dumbledore starts speaking again.
"Well, I think that is everything of importance," he said. "Let the feast begin."
Then I was mildly surprised when all of the dishes on the table were suddenly filled with different foods. Harry and Ron immediately load their plates and dig in ravenously. Hermione just glares at them as she loads her plate. I grab a few things and dig in.
The trio finishes their food quickly; my only guess is because they want to speak with Hagrid to congratulate him. Soon enough the food all disappears and Dumbledore gives us the word to take our leave to the dormitories. I stand up with everyone else and I start to follow the crowd, however I am stopped by a hand gripping my wrist. I turn around and see that Hermione is the culprit.
"Come on, we want to introduce you," she tells me.
And with that I am led up to the staff table.
"Congratulations Hagrid!" Hermione squealed as they reach the table.
"All down ter you three," Hagrid said as he was wiping his teary face with his napkin. "Can' believe it… great, Dumbledore… came straight sown to me hut after Professor Kettleburn said he'd had enough… it's what I always wanted."
Then he looked at me.
"Hagrid, this is Gnocx," Harry said. "He's new this year, and he's cool so we wanted him to meet you."
I decide to make a move. "He already knows me guys."
Hagrid nods as the others gape at me.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked.
"Well, I came here before the term started to talk with Professor Dumbledore about coming here and, as a result of a series of unfortunate accidents that are too embarrassing to repeat, I ended up taking an unplanned swim in the Black Lake in the middle of the night. Hagrid helped me out of the lake and into the castle where Madame Pomfrey saw to me," I explained.
They look at me with curious looks.
"I never thanked you for that. So, thank you for not letting me drown," I said with a smile.
He looks at me and I give him a look that says 'go with it'.
"You're welcome," Hagrid said. "I wouldn't be a very good teacher If I let the students catch their death."
At this point Professor McGonagall comes over and orders us to bed. I turn on my heel and leave. The others follow and we make our way up the staircase until we reach the crowd of Gryffindors in front of the portrait of a fat lady.
"Password?" She asked us.
Percy forces his way through the crowd and gets to the portrait.
"The new password is Fortuna Major!" Percy shouts so we can all hear.
"Oh no," said a kid I learned was named Neville Longbottom.
Apparently his memory is horrid and he never remembers the passwords. We then enter the circular common room and immediately most of us disperse to go to bed. I am among these. I say good night and walk up the stairs to the fourth year dormitory. I open the door and walk into a circular room with beds lined up. One of them has my name on it. I lie down, cover up, and try to sleep. The silence brings the perfect opportunity for the memories of the train ride to come back. I think of those voices I heard and the only thing I conclude is that my memories are returning to me. I am getting closer to finding out who I was. With these thoughts in mind I drift into unconsciousness.
I woke up the next morning fairly early. I sat up and saw that I was the only one awake. I get out of bed and move to my trunk to get out a set of robes. I quickly change clothes and close my trunk. I am about to leave when I notice a folded piece of paper on the stand next to my bed. I pick it up, open it, and read it.
Gnocx
I would appreciate it if you were to come to my office before breakfast. I wish to discuss the matter I addressed in my last letter. My office is on the second floor. Get access to the door behind the gargoyle.
All best,
Professor Dumbledore
P.S. I do rather enjoy butterscotch suckers.
Seeing the P.S. as a message I crumple the letter and walk out of the room. As I am walking down the stairs I set the note on fire, getting rid of it. I walk through the empty common room, out the portrait hall, and down the staircase until I get to the second floor. Once I get off the stairs and head through the door, I see the gargoyle at the end of the corridor. I stopped in front of the gargoyle and stared at it. The door was being blocked, so what I had to do was obvious.
"Butterscotch suckers," I said.
As soon as the words leave my mouth the statue comes to life and moves away from the door. I walk through it to meet a set of stairs. I follow those to another door. I knock and hear Dumbledore telling me to enter. I open the door and see him sitting behind his desk. The room is large and he has various little trinkets and decorations spread around and the walls are covered with different portraits. I walk up and sit in the chair in front of his desk. He looks at me and gestures to a bowl on his desk.
"Lemon drop?" He offered.
"No thanks," I told him. "Now, about the heartless."
"Ah, yes," he said. "Have you any thoughts as to why they are here?"
"I have a few theories," I replied. "If I am right, the dementors have been here since the summer right?"
"Yes… I figured you would draw the same conclusion I have."
"When the dementor came into our compartment on the train I felt a dark energy come from them. If you want the heartless gone, then getting rid of them is the logical course of action. I can help keep them out as long as I am here. I can sense if any heartless enter the castle," I explained.
"About that," Dumbledore started. "I have made Professor's McGonagall, Hagrid, Lupin, and Snape aware of whom you are. As per your consent in your reply to my first letter. They understand and will stay out of your way in the case of an attack."
"Alright then," I told him. "I don't see any problems until people start seeing a hooded figure walking around the castle, but that is easily dismissed because I plan to not make myself seen, if possible. The only other thing is that if the people I escaped from follow me here, however you said I can't be found here, so that is off the table."
"As long as we have this under our thumb we will be fine," the headmaster assured me. "If there are heartless I'll trust your abilities at discretion. You may go to breakfast before you are missed."
"Thank you Professor." I said. I get up and walk out of the office.
I find the golden trio at the Gryffindor table comparing schedules. Ron seems to be spazzing out about Hermione's.
"Hermione, there must be a mistake," he said.
"Nonsense Ronald," she said, completely brushing him off.
"What is it?" I asked as I sat down.
"Here, look," he handed her schedule to me. "She has three classes scheduled at the same time. Someone messed up."
Indeed she had Divination, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy all at nine o'clock.
"Hermione?" I asked her, handing her schedule back.
"What's it to you if my schedule is a bit full?" she asked Ron. Then she turns to me, "I have it all worked out with Professor McGonagall."
We are interrupted as Hagrid comes into the hall.
"All righ'?" he said eagerly on his way to the staff table. "Yeh three are in me firs' ever lesson! Righ' after lunch! Bin up since five gettin' everythin' ready… Hope it's okay… Me, a teacher… hones'ly…" He grinned at them and headed to his seat on the staff table.
"Wonder what he's got planned," Ron said nervously.
"We need to go," Harry said, standing up. "Divination is in the north tower. It'll take ten minutes to get there."
With that they stood up and left.
After they are gone McGonagall came to me with a paper in her hand.
"Here is your schedule Mr. Gnocx." She handed me the paper and I give it a look.
I have potions first thing and then Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then Divination at the end of the day. I have a half hour, so I head back to Gryffindor Tower and grab the books I need. I then make my way to the potions classroom in the dungeon.
Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts were nothing but introductory lectures. Professor Snape was very crude and blatantly obvious in his dislike for Gryffindor. He took 15 points off of Cormac McLaggen when he came in 15 seconds late, but ignored it when a trio of Slytherins came in five minutes late.
Professor Lupin is a different story. He seems to be Snape's polar opposite, he was polite and very professional despite his appearance of worn out, hand me down robes. After class he asked me to stay behind so he could have a word.
"I was wondering if I could ask you about the episode with the dementor," he said.
"I already told you all that happened," I said.
"And I believed you, that is until I found out that you are from another world," he said quietly. "Did the dementor have another effect on you?"
Deciding just to talk I start to explain.
"Do you know about the Heartless?"
"Yes… Professor Dumbledore explained them to me. Darkness in people's hearts made real, correct?"
"Yes, however do you know about the other half?"
He looks at me quizzically.
"When a person loses their heart, if they had a strong will the body left behind starts to act on its own. We call that a Nobody," I explained.
"I see," he said. "What does that have to do with anything?"
I just look at him for a moment before a look of realization appeared.
"You're a—"
"Yes, I am," I conceded to him. "I am an empty shell of a person who was turned into a Heartless. However I am trying to figure out who I was. When the dementor came into the compartment I got the headache I mentioned, but I also heard voices. I theorize that some of my memories have been brought to the surface, although I don't recognize anything from them. It was all voices and a name… Xehanort. I need you to tell no one. The fact that you people know about other worlds is dangerous. I can't risk anyone else knowing. It could mess up the natural order of things. Imagine if someone like Voldemort were to know."
"I see what you mean," Lupin said. "Very well. Not a word. Now get to lunch before you are missed."
I get up, grab my bag and head toward the door when Lupin calls.
"Gnocx!"
I turn.
"I hope you find what you're looking for."
I just stared for a moment before giving a slight nod and leaving.
Lunch was uneventful. I ate with the golden trio and their friends. I didn't stay long, I told them I had divination and didn't want to be late. I spent ten minutes climbing stairs until I reached the north tower. I was met with a golden trap door in the ceiling. As I approached it opened and a silver ladder made its way down to the floor. Taking the cue, I grabbed ahold and climbed. I ended up in a stuffy room. I quickly took my seat at a table with some other Gryffindor's.
"It is nice to see you all have returned, as I knew you would."
The people at my table all rolled their eyes. Then the professor stepped into the open. It was an older woman who reminded me of a bug. She had untamed hair, and huge glasses over her bug eyes. She gazed all around the room and stopped to make predictions about relatives or pets. This was the case until she turned to me.
"I see we have a new face, one that I admit not even I foresaw," she said waving her arms dramatically.
Right about now I am wondering why in the hell Dumbledore put me in this class with this crackpot. She moved closer as If she was inspecting me. I inched my body away from her as she approached. Then after a moment she backed off and told us to take out our books and had someone from each table grab a tea set from the cabinet, so we can do a review of reading tea leaves.
The tea was brewed and we all drank until all the cups had were the leaves in the bottom. I then swapped with some guy at my table and tried to discern something from the mush in the bottom of his cup.
"You getting anything?" he asked me.
"No," I replied.
After a few minutes Trelawney comes over to our table and makes a point in snatching my cup from the poor kid I gave it to. However, almost as soon as she touched it she started convulsing. The rest of my table backed off, but I stayed with a mild curiosity. I had felt some sort of strange energy emanating from her. Almost as a result of some sort of instinct I reached out to her. I didn't get far when she jumped back and threw her head back.
"THE LOST ONES MUST BE FOUND,
IN THE PLACE OF THE ANCIENT BATTLE,
13 AND 7 SHALL COME TOGETHER,
TO END THE WAR THAT SPLIT THE REALMS,
THE REALM OF DARKNESS HOUSES ONE,
THE SECOND IN THE KEY,
THE THIRD TRAPPED IN DARKNESS'S GRASP,
HIS HEART MUST BE RETURNED,
BY THE ONE WITH THE WINGS,"
It was dead silent after she finished speaking. She spoke in an inhuman voice. I looked around and saw that all the students were gazing at me. I heard Trelawney coughing and I looked back at her. She was looking at me.
"Is everything alright dear?" She asked me.
"Do you seriously not remember what just happened?" I asked her with an emotionless expression.
Her look changed from concern to genuine befuddlement.
"Whatever are you talking about?" she queried.
I just turned and grabbed my bag.
"Forget it," I told her as I walked out of the class, ignoring her calling after me.
I heard the calling stop as I headed down the ladder. I can only assume that one of the kids will tell her what happened; however the only thing on my mind as I head to the main staircases is that I need to have a word with a certain eccentric old man.
And there you have it. What did you guys think of the prophecy? I warn you that the main plot of the whole series will be slow developing, but I think it could be worth it. You would not believe the ideas floating around in my mind. If anyone has been wondering as to how many volumes there will be. The answer is that I don't know. I have worlds planned for Eleven Volumes and there are more I want to do. We'll just have to see. See you guys next Friday! Review!
