((SXH: Hello everyone! Another chapter down, looking at this story, I'm thinking that it may be longer than what I originally intended. I don't know but I will just try to keep it interesting for you all. Sorry about the cliffhanger before. I know you are all anxious to know what Harry was talking about. So, I'm gonna shut up now and let you read. Enjoy!))

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

Warning: Angst and mentions of violence

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A Nobody's Love

Chapter 7: Feelings

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Xemnas stared at Harry, dumbfounded. The words that left the boy's mouth circled in his mind. It repeated almost endlessly in his head while he tried to process what his raven had just said. Finally, snapping out of his dazed and speechless state, he stood with a scowl on his face. "Ahrxri, what are you saying? You and I were the first to know that we could feel nothing, absolutely nothing! We cannot feel emotions. We can feel neither hate, anger, happiness, sorrow, or…" Xemnas trailed.

"It's alright. You can say it, Xemnas. It is love. It is also true that not a single nobody can feel it. But, I have my doubts," Harry replied. "No. it is more than doubt. This tightening in my chest, this pain in my non-existent heart… I remember the feeling as sorrow. It only happens when I think about what happened when…" Harry went silent and clutched his chest. Xemnas wrapped his arms around the other, hoping to console him. He knew what harry was referring to. Only he knew what happened to his little raven. Only him…

"It is all right, little raven," Xemnas said, hoping it was soothing the other. Harry pulled away and looked at Xemnas.

"Don't… I don't want to hurt you," Harry said softly. "You see sorrow is not the only thing I feel. When I see my attacker's face in my mind, I feel my chest tighten even more. My reason goes out the window. My eyes see red and I feel fury rise inside of me." Harry looked down at his feet, wrapping his arms around himself as he suddenly felt cold. "I do not wish to let it out on you unintentionally." Xemnas nodded.

"You said that you had a theory in mind?" Xemnas asked, changing the subject for Harry's sake. Harry nodded and leaned against the fireplace.

"Yes," Harry answered. "I believe that we Nobodies are able to feel the emotions we felt at the time of our death. You also felt anger during that time, did you not?" Xemnas merely nodded, allowing his raven to continue. "I felt anger, sorrow, hatred and I can still feel those emotions. It is all I can feel…" Xemnas waited to see if Harry would continue. When he didn't, Xemnas spoke.

"Then it is a start," Xemnas said, earning a curious look from the boy. "It will be less for Kingdom Hearts to do for us. I will allow Vexen to deliberate on this further." Xemnas stepped forward and embraced Harry tightly. "For now, I must leave. But before I go, can I get a smile?" Xemnas asked. Harry looked up and gave him his best fake smile. "You'll have to do better than that, little raven." Harry gave a confused look and was about to ask why when Xemnas moved his hands to his sides and did the unthinkable. "Hahahaha! Stop! You asshole!" Harry laughed as Xemnas began to tickle his sides. "You mother fucker! I hate you! Hahaha!"

"Such bad language. I think I will have to wash out your mouth with soap," Xemnas said as he located all of Harry's weak spots.

"Fuck you!" Harry laughed as he continued to be assaulted. When Xemnas had his fun, he let the other go, chuckling to himself as he watched the raven catch his breath. As soon as he did, Xemnas found yet another fist connect with his cheek. "Asshole!" Xemnas just sighed from his new spot on the ground.

"How am I the asshole here? You're the one who punched me. Do you even know how good of a right hook you have? I'm going to have a bruise there tomorrow!" Xemnas whined.

"Oh shut up!" Harry spat back. "You know how much I hate being tickled! You know that I tend to throw punches! You know not to do that! So, ergo, you're the idiotic arse here!" Xemnas chuckled deeply at Harry's patronizing glare.

"Touché," Xemnas conceded. "But I still don't think you're as opposed to it as you say you are." Harry's harsh glare and Xemans's mussing was interrupted by a bell sounding. Harry's look turned neutral and a small look of sadness crossed Xemnas's face. "I suppose this is goodbye." Harry's face immediately took on a look of shock and sadness.

"Don't say that! You make it sound like you…" Harry trailed off, not trusting his voice to finish. Xemnas caught on to what the other was going to say and smiled. He stood and leaned close to Harry, giving the small boy a peck on the forehead.

"Don't worry, little raven. I will come back one day. Remember. If you ever need me, just say so," Xemnas assured and pulled away before Harry could retaliate to the stole kiss. He created a void within the room and waved goodbye before stepping into the dark abyss. Harry weakly waved back, loneliness in his eyes. When the dark wisps of the void dissipated, Harry was overcome by sadness yet again. He had come to know about these emotion a long time ago. The reason he had never admitted this before was because of his upbringing. He believed that he was the only one. He just needed more people in his organization to know for sure that he wasn't. He was proven right.

The thoughts of these emotions left a terrible taste in Harry's mouth. Every time he thought on them, he could remember it… What happened when he died was… Harry covered his mouth, feeling a wave of nausea hit him, but not hard enough to actually make him vomit. I will never tell anyone. I will sooner turn to nothingness than allow a single soul to know. If another does find out… They will die before the secret can be spread.

Harry turned to the door, hearing it open behind him. In it stood his replica, the one he specifically fashioned to hide those memories. The replica looked at him with a bright smile.

"Time to switch!" he declared happily. "I told your friends to go on ahead and that you had an errand to run. Hope that won't cause any trouble!" Harry stared at the happy bumbling person in front of him. It irritated him that the creature was so happy. Harry glared at his replica, scowling heavily. The replica saw this and was taken aback. But that was even short-lived for Replarry. Seconds later he was smiling brighter than before. "Aww! Don't look so angry! I'm sure you can think of something to tell them! After all you…." Replarry went silent. He stared at Harry in shock as he felt a menacing aura engulf him. "Harry?" he asked before he was backhanded, hard. The replica flew back, knocking over the armchair in the process. He felt his cheek throbbing painfully and he slowly brought his hand up to touch it. When he did, he noted that it had begun to bleed. But it was only a small cut. He looked back up at his original with shock and fear in his eyes. "W…Wh…" He tried but his entire jaw ached too much.

"Don't ever call me that name. You will never refer to me as that again. You will only call me Ahrxri. Have I made myself clear?" Harry began, his voice low, venom just gushing out of his voice. "Why is it… that a creature like you is allowed to have a heart? Given the fact that it was given to you by Vexen, it is still a heart. How is it you can be so happy? So full of joy?!" Harry badgered, stepping closer to his replica. "Why?!"

Severus, who caught had heard the words being said, deduced what would come next. He silently came to the door, and he closed it quietly before his students began to arrive. It would not do for his class to see what was going on in there. He replaced the silencing charm with the same thought in mind.

Harry, who had not known that Severus had done this, slowly crept closer to his replica. He could see the fear in his eyes, see the terror and confusion. Harry felt a tightening in his chest and a sudden chill run through him. But it wasn't too noticeable. He was too busy with the replica to care. The replica could not answer his questions and he knew that. He had hit the replica hard enough to shatter his skull, but Vexen had made the thing too strong for that to happen. It only fuelled Harry's fury.

"A creature like you shouldn't exist…" Harry went on, standing in front on Replarry now. He kneeled down, with a calm look on his face. He put on a bright smile that only made the replica's fear grow, and said almost without realizing it, "Look at you! You look so scared and hurt. You suffer so much…" Harry leaned closer to Replarry and reached out to touch him. As soon as Harry touched his cheek, the replica flinched, afraid of being broken in two. But Harry was persistent, he reached for the other's cheek and touched it lightly. "Shall I… end your suffering, boy?" The replicas eyes widened in terror and Harry couldn't remember what happened next.

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"Where is Harry?" Hermione asked when dinner came around. Ron shrugged, but also looked a little irritated. Neville was watching the two very closely. Something was off about them. They didn't seem like their normal selves. They looked more agitated and… angry at the lack of Harry's presence. "He was just supposed to be running an errand!"

"Well, I'm sure he just got caught up, Hermione. I don't think he's done it on purpose," Neville assured. "Who knows? He may be on his way here right now!" This didn't calm Hermione down one bit.

"He still could have sent an owl or even a memo! He didn't have to just up and disappear without a word! And I doubt that he had been just 'caught up'. He's missed two classes!" Hermione growled. "Next time I see him, he is going to get the lecture of his life!" Neville snorted.

"I doubt that…" he mumbled.

"What was that?" Hermione snapped. Neville flinched a little.

"Nothing!" he said quickly before he saw Luna coming his way. "Hello, Luna! What brings you to the Gryffindor table?"

"Nothing much. I just like hanging out with you lot better than my own," she said rather bluntly. "What are you up to, Neville?" Before Neville could reply, Hermione butted in.

"Wonder where Harry is, that's what," Hermione bit. Luna and Neville both looked at her in shock. Luna looked down at her hands in her lap and went silent. Neville, furious that Hermione did such a thing, spoke up on Luna's behalf.

"Hermione," Neville began, a bit of irritation filtering into his own voice. "There is no need for the attitude. Luna was just asking a question. Just because you're angry and irritated, does not mean that you can take it out on others." At this Ron looked up with a scowl on his face, about ready to say something back when Hermione merely put a hand on Ron's arm, indicating for him to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, Neville," Hermione replied. "I didn't mean to do that. And I'm not angry, I'm just worried over Harry."

"Don't apologize to me," Neville said stiffly. "I'm not the one you hurt. And when you do apologize, come back to her when you actually mean it!" With that, Neville stood up, closely followed by Luna. They made their way to the door and unfortunately ran into Malfoy.

"Oh, look at you Neville," Draco began, having heard the altercation. "Finally grown a backbone, have you?"

"Bugger off, Draco," Neville spat. Draco was taken aback by both the use of his name and the venom in the other's words. When the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw pushed past him, he decided to go after him. Neville was angry and Luna was oddly silent and- where those tears in her eyes? Something definitely wasn't right.

Down the hall, he caught up with them. He stopped Neville and said, "Sorry, mate. Have to keep up appearances and all. Word will get back to my father if I don't." Neville eyes softened in understanding. But he went silent as well. "What happened in there?" he asked, slightly unsure if he wanted to know.

"Hermione and Ron are being prats," Neville stated. Draco stared at the taller boy in surprise. Neville then began to laugh sadly and he rubbed his eye with his palm. "Hermione snapped at Luna and tried to apologize to me. I could tell she didn't mean it and told her to come back when she did. Luna didn't do anything to her…" Draco looked at Luna and could see her fighting back tears. Draco gave her a sympathetic look. He knew that Luna had to deal with a lot of bullying because of her personality, but he couldn't recall anyone lashing at her for no reason. Adding the fact that it was one of her friends, it probably hurt her even more.

"Oh, Luna," Draco whispered and reached for her. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her into a friendly, comforting embrace. "Next time I see Granger in potions, I'm going to sabotage her potion so bad, it will be toxic," Draco promised. Luna hugged him back and lightly sobbed into his shoulder. Draco felt a tap on his other shoulder looked up at Neville. Getting the message, he let her go and she melted into Neville's embrace. After a few minutes, her sobs quieted down to a small hiccup. Luna looked up at her friends and spoke.

"If she had just waited-hic-I would have-hic-told her where-hic-Harry was…" Luna said. Neville ran his fingers through the tips of her hair to calm her down a bit more.

"Where is he Luna? I haven't seen him since the beginning of Potions," Draco wondered. When Luna had calmed down enough to speak clearly, she went on.

"I was passing by the Hospital Wing to get see if I could get something for a headache. I went inside, but I didn't see her anywhere. So when I turned to leave, I heard two people whispering. I went inside to check it out," Luna explained. "In the back, with the curtains drawn slightly, I saw Harry laying in a bed. He looked pale and was covered in blood. Professor Snape was there and looked like he was treating him, but there was another man. He had long blond hair, but that was all I could see of him."

"Covered in blood? That's not good at all," Neville commented.

"Long blond hair… The only person I know with that trait is my dad," Draco replied. "We should probably check it out." The other two nodded in agreement.

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"I don't like this…" Hermione said as she paced around the empty common room. The only other occupants in the room were Ron and Ginny, and they was scowling so fierce, it would put a Malfoy to shame. "Harry becomes friends with Draco, then he goes missing, then Neville loses his mind… What is going on?!"

"That little bit with Neville might had had some help from you," Ginny spat.

"What did you say?!" Hermione roared, not concerned about being heard, since there were silencing wards in place.

"You heard me, wench!" Ginny yelled back, standing up to face her 'friend'.

"Why you little-!" Hermione tried.

"ENOUGH!" Both girls wen silent and instantly backed off when Ron stood up and put himself between them. "If we fight each other now, we'll end up tearing each other apart before the end of it all! I know you two hate each other, but put up with it for a little longer. At least until we each get our prize…" There was an uncomfortable silence between them all. Hermione broke it by changing the subject.

"I'm sorry… It is difficult, to say the least, to even function around that boy…" Hermione began. "Harry is so hard to figure out. I never know what he's thinking! Is it that way with you Ginny?" Ginny nodded.

"I don't know how to please him. He's always avoiding my advances, no matter what. Every time I try to make a pass, he finds some way to change the subject or some excuse to leave," Ginny informed. "I don't know what it is with him. It's like he's not even a hormonal teenager..."

"He acts more like a child," Ron agreed. "In fact, he acts all cute and like a little six or seven year old."

"But then he can change his attitude completely when he gets angry. It's a little scary," Hermione went on. "I never know what to say to him. I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing, he might get angry at me or worse." Ginny and Ron both nodded. "Dumbledore has tasked us with a most demanding job, hasn't he?" They all were quiet again.

"Ginny," said Ron, firmly breaking the silence. "Find out what he likes. I don't care how you do it. Charms, potions, pull out all the stops. We need to get him to trust you, so be a secretive as possible. Hermione, try and figure out his mental state a bit more and we'll have another meeting when there's been a breakthrough. Now, I think I'll go to the kitchen and get me something. We left the Great Hall so fast that I didn't get to eat much."

When Ron left, Hermione and Ginny looked at each other. Ron didn't show it to the general public, but he was extremely smart. He was the chess champion after all.

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SXH: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and tell me what you think. I'm about to get out for Christmas break so there won't be any more uploads until after. I'll try and type as much as I can, but typing on my phone isn't the best way in the world to type a fanfic. Again, tell me what you think and motivate me to write more.

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