((SXH: Hey there guys! This is another chapter in this wonderful story that you guys love. Shocker in the last chapter, huh? Well, there's more to come! I really appreciate that you guys are taking the time to read this story. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the story, because I'm sure you don't like me wasting your time with things like this. Enjoy!))

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Kingdom Hearts. I only own this storyline.

Warning: Lots of cursing...

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A Nobody's Love

Chapter 5: Class with Umbridge

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Harry awoke to the sound of bustling around the room. He coughed a little, his throat dry and sore from his screams through the night. More nightmares… he thought, only wishing them to go away. He wasn't afraid of the nightmares themselves. He couldn't be. But, he did feel… panicked in them. The pain all over his body was just one of the after effects of these nightmares. I need to get with Vexen and see what is happening… This is the first time I have felt anything, and I need to know what is causing it.

Just as Harry was going to lean up, his eyes were assaulted by a bright light. His ears met the sound of the curtain to his bed being roughly yanked back. He barely had time to get rid of the barrier before one of his 'friends' were either shocked by it, or torn apart by it. Harry couldn't really remember which spell he used last night.

"Come on, Harry! Get up!" Neville's voice met his ears. Harry reached over for his glasses and put them on, though he really didn't need them. His eyes had been fixed a long time ago. Now he just used them to keep up appearances. Xemnas likes them too… He thought absently before shaking the thought out of his head.

"Oi! You're not just going to laze about all day, are you? Hurry and get dressed!" Ron yelled from across the small room.

"I hear you, I hear you… No need to shout," Harry replied as he got out of bed.

Once he was dressed and ready, he and Ron went down to the common room to meet with Hermione. He got nagged at about his ruffled and tired appearance and then was dragged, albeit reluctantly, to the Great Hall. He still felt groggy even as he sat down. He didn't really want to do anything but crawl back into bed. But, if you did that, Demyx or Saïx would come in and drag you out. Harry's mind provided. No worries. I would just kick their asses if they did! Harry thought happily, smiling to himself.

But, Demyx being who he is would probably just whine and cry to Xigbar or someone who'd listen. Eventually, someone would drag Xemnas out of bed and have him get me up. Harry giggle at the thought.

"Hey, what's so funny, mate?" Ron asked. Harry tensed up a little and scratched his head.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking to myself," he answered. Hermione frowned.

"Well, try not to giggle out loud… You look insane when you do that," she commented. Harry faked a blush and hung his head in shame.

"Sorry, guess I didn't think about it," he said. Suddenly someone called from behind him.

"Oi, Potter!" came the voice of Draco. Harry turned around and two pieces of paper where shoved into his face. One was a letter, the other was his schedule. "Professor Snape wanted me to give you that. Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, accidently dropped this on the ground."

"Oh, thanks, Malfoy," Harry mumbled taking the papers from him. Harry sighed and stared blankly at the letter from Severus, not really reading it.

"What's wrong with you, Potter?" Draco asked, taking a seat on the safer side of Harry. He didn't like the idea of being strangled by a rotten red head today. Harry just looked up and smiled sadly.

"It's nothing. I'm just a little home sick…" Harry mumbled and looked back down at the paper. Ron took this chance to butt in this time, his anger visibly boiling over.

"I thought you hated that place, mate? But more importantly, what the hell is he doing here?!" Ron nearly yelled.

"Hush, Ron," Harry said simply, effectively shutting the other up. Hermione, stunned by Ron's sudden silence, looked back and forth between Harry and Ron. Draco also froze at the sound. There was something off about the way the dark haired teen in front of him said that. It was calm and said without care, like how a person would chat with another. It was casual. However, the Malfoy heir caught hold of something… melodic about it. It was strange.

Harry though, continued on without missing a beat. "It's not that I miss that place… It's just some of the people I met…" Harry's look quickly turned pensive, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. What was the matter with him? He came here every year and he never actually missed them. It was strange even to him. Harry turned to Draco and smiled brightly. "I'll have to tell you about them one day. You may not be interested since they're Muggles, but they're still awesome people."

Draco's eyes narrowed. It wasn't at the thought of hearing about Muggles. No. His attention was partially focused on Harry's friend. At the mention of other friends, they turned their head to him, almost studying him. Then, when he mentioned that they were Muggles, the look stopped. Hermione looked back at her food, almost disinterested, but Draco still felt her eyes on them. She was watching their every move. Draco did want to talk with Harry more, but he couldn't risk it. Not with Ms. Know-it-all around.

"Not a chance, Potter. I do you one favor and it goes to your head. I should teach you a lesson, you know," Draco said and took out his wand. He cast a quick spell that turned Harry's hair bright red. Harry stood and up and yelled. Draco smirked and stood as well. "There, now you and Weasel match!"

"What the bloody hell did you do that for, you git?! I should turn your hair pink for that!" Harry yelled running his hands through his new hairdo.

"Sorry, pink doesn't look good on me," Draco replied walking away.

"All the more reason to do it!" Harry drew out his wand and sent a spell flying at him. Draco ducked and then began to sprint away.

"Catch me if you can, Potty!" Draco yelled. With that, the Malfoy heir disappeared. Harry was about to go after him when Hermione piped up.

"Don't bother, Harry. He's not worth it," she said, casting a small spell on his hair, changing it back to his normal raven locks.

"Yeah, I know," Harry grumbled and began to eat.

"Anyway, we better get going. We don't want to be late for Defense," she informed, standing up. Harry looked up at her in confusion.

"But, I've only started eating," Harry protested.

"Should have thought about that before you started chatting with Malfoy," Ron spat.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin, do you ever shut up?" Harry asked, irritated as he snatched his bags up and began walking away with a piece of toast in his mouth. "When are you going to let bygones be bygones, Ron?" Ron and Hermione jogged to catch up with their friend.

"When he stops being such a git," Ron replied.

"Merlin! Sometime I wonder why I'm friends with you," Harry said, defeated.

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When they arrived in the classroom, Draco had already taken a seat and everyone was bustling about. Someone had set loose a flying paper airplane and the Slytherins had made a game of trying to hit it and knock it down. Harry, Ron and Hermione all took the only empty seats in the front. Harry took this time to open pick up Snape's letter. But, on the back, there was a nice, cursive writing. Draco… You truly are a Slytherin. Draco had cast a wordless spell on the back of Snape's letter after he had spelled Harry's hair red.

He quickly scanned over the letter, then gave an imperceptible smirk. "Meet me tonight in the dungeons. I need to talk to you about a few things" Harry read to himself. Then he flipped over the note and frowned. It was messy and quickly written down, as though Snape had been in such a hurry he had to get it down before he forgot.

Watch yourself. The woman is out to get you.

-XIV

Suddenly everyone gasped and Harry's eyes looked up just in time to see the paper airplane fall onto his desk in smoldering ashes. He raised his gaze to look at the woman in front of him and mentally sighed. Thai wasn't good.

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Xemnas sat down to relax in the Grey Area, the castle's one place to prepare before they went out on their missions. He sighed heavily and looked up and the blinding white ceiling. As people filed in, they paused at the sight of him. He didn't pay any mind, he just closed his eyes and laid his head back. He ignored their curious and confused gazes and just waited for his second-in-command to give him a mission. He needed something to take his mind off of Ahrxri.

His peace was once again disturbed by on overly cheery blond. How did he know it was a blond? One because there were about four out of all thirteen of them. Two, this one was the only one out of those that was neither quiet, sarcastic, nor psychotic… No. This was the one he couldn't handle well…

"Hey, Superior! What's up? We don't see you come down here often," came the voice of the once person Xemnas could only identify as Demyx. He was a kid all around. A kid in an adult's body and a pain in the ass. Xemnas sighed.

"What does it look like, Number IX? I'm about to go on a mission," Xemnas answered, trying to keep his calm. But, it was truly trying when there was another persistent red-haired asshole that soon joined in.

"Really?" came the sarcastic voice of said asshole. "Then why do you look like you're anxious to go? Are you worried that you might be just a little rusty? I don't blame you, we all know that you don't go on missions often." Xemnas opened his eyes and saw Axel standing above him. Axel was the second most striking nobody in the organization. His eyes were also an emerald green, but they didn't hold the luster that Ahrxri's did. Axel also had blood red spiky hair that no one could miss.

Saïx saw the exchange and soon stepped between them. "I think that's quite enough. You two have missions to get to. You don't need to waste your time with idle chatting," he interrupted.

"No, Number VII. It is quite all right," Xemnas said as he brought himself to stand. "I think Axel just earned a small prize for his guess. Demyx, switch missions with Axel for today. I think you'll both find that the switch will benefit both of you." Saïx looked apprehensive at first, but allowed the two to switch missions. Xemnas took his own and sighed. Halloween Town. It was dark, depressing, and frankly exactly what he needed right now.

"Sir, you do realize that Axel will now be sent to Atlantica and Demyx to Arabia right? That's not is the complete opposite of their abilities. Are you sure?" he asked. Xemnas just smiled and summoned a dark corridor.

"Positive. I've sure they will love the change, VII. Would you ever doubt me?" he asked in a mock sweet tone. "See you later." With that he stepped into the dark corridor and vanished. Saïx stood there, not sure what to think. Finally one thought came to him. The Superior is very angry today...

"What the fucking hell?! Atlantica? But I'm a pyro!" yelled Axel from behind him.

"Arabia?! Awww maaaan!" Demyx whined. "I won't be able to use my water clones! It all ev-evacu-ev-"

"Evaporates," Saïx provided as he handed out the other mission folders.

"Yep! That's it!" Demyx chirped.

"Man... Why the hell is the Superior is such as pissy ass mood?" Axel asked as he made his dark corridor. Just before he walked in, Xigbar appeared beside him and clapped a hand on his shoulder happily.

"If you wanna know, I'll tell you. You've got three guesses first, though," he informed.

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SXH: Well, isn't Xigbar just a piece of work... Hope you all liked this chapter, stick around for more!