((SXH: Hey, guys! This story has now become one of my most popular stories! You have no idea how happy that makes me. But, in this chapter, I'm afraid you will not be seeing much of Harry. You will see him, but I need to include some other points of view. As I said in the last chapter, I need to extend the chapters so that the story isn't too long or the chapters too short. So, I've decided to just give you more in each chapter. Yay! BUT… it will take longer to type each chapter. XP Hope you won't hate me for that! Love you guys! Enjoy!))

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Chapter 10: Different Points of View

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Harry was roughly yanked into Xemnas's office. He stumbled a little as he entered. Regaining his balance, he whipped around just in time to see Xemnas lock the door. He glared at Xemnas, an awful scowl plastering itself onto his face. Xemnas only glared back. Harry hesitated a little, his scowl melting away and a small shiver a fear ran through him. Xemnas hadn't ever done that before. Xemnas was always defiant, but not so much that he would treat Harry hatefully.

"What were you thinking?" Xemnas bit out, stepping closer to Harry by just one small step. Harry regained his composure and glared at Xemnas again.

"Let me out, Xemnas," Harry commanded. Xemnas felt that wonderful melody hit him, but roughly shrugged it off. Now was not the time to revel in such a feeling.

"I will not move until you tell me what you were thinking," Xemnas snapped. "How can you just show up, no warning, and decide on your own to tell them the truth? You haven't talked to me about it at all." Harry flinched at the harshness of the silver haired man's words.

"I shouldn't have to!" Harry snapped back. "It was my decision! I shouldn't have to talk to anyone about the decisions I make!" Harry's anger rose quickly and the window cracked in many places. Xemnas looked at the window and then at Harry, who was still fuming. "Why should I have to consult with you every time I want something?! Why?"

"Ahrxri," Xemnas began, in a much calmer voice. He didn't wish to anger the boy further. He had heard what happened to the last replica when he left Harry alone. It was shocking to say the least. "You need to consider the consequences of your actions before you act. You have a head and a brilliant mind. Use it for once, otherwise you will get yourself hurt!" Harry's eyes widened in absolute shock and horror. Xemnas immediately noticed the reaction and felt curiosity creep up inside him. What had caused that reaction? Then Harry's eyes narrowed and he put as much venom as he could muster into his voice.

"Last time I checked, I am the Superior here! I am the leader! I am the original! I was the very first Nobody!" Harry said, his voice rising with each word he spat. "So if I am the Superior, why do you look down on me like I'm shit? I am well aware of what my actions can cause!" Xemnas quickly grew irritated by this. He knew that something he had done unsettled the boy, but he knew he couldn't have done anything to upset him to the point of a tantrum. Since when has he ever thrown a tantrum anyway? Xemnas wondered.

"Clearly you don't," Xemnas started. "Do you know how they will treat you when you tell them? How they will change. Do you have any idea the danger you will be in? What if they rise up against your control? What if they stab you in the back because they believe you to be an easy target? Think, boy! Before you get yourself hurt!" Harry looked appalled and disgusted at Xemnas for several moments.

"You… In all the years I've known you, I never thought you could sound like HIM!" Harry roared and turned away from the other man. To say that Xemnas was shocked would be an understatement. Who on earth was Harry talking about? Who did he sound like? Was Harry hiding something from him? Impossible! Harry told Xemnas everything! Xemnas stopped those thoughts immediately. Of course Harry didn't tell him everything… There was one thing that Xemnas didn't know about Harry, and he didn't dare ask.

But, it did leave him concerned.

"Ahrxri?" Xemnas began softly, not wishing to anger the other anymore than he already had. In the back of his mind he was combing over which words set Harry off and what words would be best to avoid entirely. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you…"

"Offend? Offend?! Does it look like you just offended me, Superior? Honestly, we both know you're not deft yet, you insensitive, buggering, bloody-!" Before Harry could finish, Xemnas was standing in front of him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Shut up for one damned minute, would you?!" Xemnas snapped. Harry stopped instantly. He flinched a little under Xemnas's intense gaze. But he didn't just feel anger off the man. He felt something else off him that harry couldn't place. "Not everything is about you, you know… You can't just do as you like and expect there to be no consequences. It wouldn't just affect how they treat you; it will also affect how they treat me."

"So you're saying what I want doesn't matter!" Harry tried, but Xemnas cut him off before he could continue. His grip tightened on Harry's shoulders.

"I'm saying that they could hurt you, if they see you as weak! If they found out about your ability, then they would never trust you again! What you want does matter, but you need to think about what would happen if you just mindlessly do something like that! I know you a brilliant, Ahrxri. We've come this far because of you. You're happy self always bring cheer to everyone in the room, even if most of us can't feel happiness. You make us all laugh and just enjoy our non-existent lives. When you smile- really smile, it's so infectious that everyone around you just has to smile. I don't want to lose that! I don't want them to change you."

"Change me?! Xemnas, you don't even know me! You have no idea what I was like before I was a Nobody. I changed long before I even met you!" Harry argued.

"That's not the point, damn it!" Xemnas yelled. "Honestly, I compliment you and this is how you take it? Why is it that every time someone shows you the smallest bit of love, you push them away or take it as an insult?!" This really got Harry to shut up, but not in the way that Xemnas expected. Harry just stood there. There was no shock, anger, and anything negative on his face, just as there was nothing positive either. He stood there is Xemnas's hold, his body no longer tense, and his brows knit together. The look on his face was one the silver haired man had seen many times before.

"What do you mean 'love'?" Harry asked, confusion written on every inch of his face. Xemnas went on, merely mistaking this as just a normal occurrence, like when a normal person confesses to the one they truly care for.

"I'm saying that I love you, Ahrxri," Xemnas clarified. Again, the reaction he received was not one that he had been expecting. The teen's brow furrowed harder, like they did when he was really thinking about something or another. But, something wasn't right. And Xemnas knew it when Harry then looked up to him with that curious and confused look he was famous for feigning around the others. However, this time it was genuine.

Harry looked up at him, eyes big and round. He opened his mouth and his next words came out nearly as a whisper. "No. I mean to say: What does that word mean? What is 'love'?"

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It was dark in the Malfoy Manor. Every light seemed to be dimmed due to one dark figure alone. He stood at the end of the dining hall, looking out at his gathered followers. Most, save some, were hideous to look at, reflecting their dark nature. The only ones he could really stand to look at were Severus, Lucius, Narcissia, and Bellatrix. However, one in particular that had shown herself today was especially offensive to the eye. Her pink garbs and ugly toad-like face was horrid to look at. However, it was expected of him to look upon his followers when they speak, not that he was interested in what they were saying half the time…

"Was there something you wished say, Umbridge?" he hissed, not pleased to have to listen to her boring Ministry drabble. Why is she even here? I didn't even summon her to this meeting. Tom wondered, running his hand through his thick, black hair. A few months after he returned, the ritual came into full effect, making his natural feature's return. However, he did have one small aspect of Harry Potter in him. His blood was used in the ritual after all. Besides, he couldn't really complain. It was only a minor change. It also seemed to intimidate the others for some reason.

"Yes, My Lord," she began, cringing a little under his gaze. After he came back, his eyes had changed. Well, to be specific, only one changed. It had turned from a ruby red to an emerald green. Now when he looked at people, it felt like there were two people watching them instead of one. It was unsettling, adding to his unique air and power. Pushing that aside, she continued on with a little more confidence. "I have brought you something of value, sir. I know you told us to wait, but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity when it was presented to me so prettily."

Snape shifted uneasily in his place. He had a feeling of what this was about and didn't like it one bit. He hadn't seen the real Harry all day. But, he had seen the newest replica strutting around the castle. This couldn't be good at all… Severus's shifting didn't go unnoticed. Tom was just about to question him about it when Umbridge levitated an unconscious body to the middle of the room.

"No one even noticed his absence," Umbridge informed.

Tom's eyes widened upon the sight of Harry Potter presented before his throne. Then he smiled evilly and laughed whole-heartedly. He looked at his followers, hearing them join in. Snape allowed himself to chuckle only a little bit. It would be suspicious if he didn't. On the inside, he began to feel the old feeling of despair course through him again. When Tom realized that this wasn't the true Harry, it would be all over, for all of them…

"Severus," Tom began, giving grin. "Would you like to wake up our guest?" Snape held in a wince. But he kept in mind that this was just another replica. He didn't know anything, or anyone. For all he knew, he was the real Harry and the real one was just someone who looked like him. This was a worthless replica that can only feel what he programmed to feel. His very existence isn't real. Everything about him-from his head to his heart- was created in a lab. Snape thought.

Severus briefly acknowledged one other thought before he whispered, "Crucio." Is this what Harry thought when he killed the other?

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In another world, there was yet another man, clad in all red. He leaned down to converse with his companion, a mouse who wielded a blade in the shape of a key. They were in an old laboratory. It was completely abandoned, other than those two. Giant glass tubes were destroyed and books were strewn everywhere.

"Ansem," said the black mouse. "Are you just planning to leave your lab? We could wait for Sora and proceed together." The man clad in red looked down, his blue eyes shining and stingy blond strands hanging in front of his face and hiding his smile, looked down at the mouse.

"It is alright, Your Majesty. He is too busy working with the other worlds. He cannot catch up to us just yet with all of it. We will leave him a clue to where we are going next. If we wait any longer, the organization will make their next move. We have to thwart them at every possible moment," the man named Ansem assured. He looked up at a large diagram of a heart on the wall. "They cannot be allowed to own Kingdom Hearts."

"Own Kingdom Hearts?!" the mouse said in utter shock. "Is that what they've been planning?" Ansem allowed himself to smile just to himself before whipping it off to look at the other, replacing it with a grave look.

"Indeed, King Mickey," he answered, as he lifted up a device of his own making.

"Then we must stop them!" said King Mickey.

"We will. We will stop them all. Especially their leader… The man who calls himself Xemnas," Ansem agreed. "Now let us leave this place and make haste. They are going to show themselves soon. It is no longer safe here." The King nodded and hurried after the man.

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The replica writhed in complete and utter agony as the curse continued to affect him. No words, whimpers or even screams left his throat. It was so much that the replica thought that he would break. He had no idea how long he had been here nor how long they tortured him. It hurt… it really hurt… The replica was on the verge of tears, not that he could produce any…

Finally the spell was lifted from him. He looked up at Tom Riddle, who had a bored look on his face. "Why do you not cry, boy?" he asked curiously. Replica Harry winced at that word. He didn't know why, but it felt wrong. It felt like he had done something wrong. When he didn't not answer quickly enough, he felt a cutting spell hit his shoulder. He cried out softly and gently reached up to touch his bleeding shoulder. He finally found his voice, not wishing to invoke more pain.

"I cannot, sir…" he whispered, his voice hoarse from his earlier screaming. He looked over to where Snape was, and his eyes widened. But before he could say anything, he was given a sharp glare that told him not say anything.

"Why is that, Itty Bitty Potter?" Bellatrix giggled after spitting his name. No. It wasn't his. He was just a replica. Tom quickly gave her a look that told her to shut up.

"I wasn't made to cry," he said before he could stop himself. He could feel Snape's harsh glare sharpen. "I mean to say that I have no tear ducts to cry." Tom's brow furrowed. Replica Harry could feel the man study him, analyzing his movements. He could tell by the change in the air of the room that he threw everyone off with his statement. They had not expected that answer. That was bad. He wasn't programmed to be unexpected.

"And how exactly did that come about, Harry Potter?" he asked. The replica bit his lip, to keep himself from answering. He was again punished for not answering. This time, he looked at the clock to see how long he had been under the spell. He was proud so say that he lasted five minutes… until he cracked.

"I don't know! I was just made that way!" He screamed. "He made me that way! They refused to give them to me because the real one didn't have any! Please, just stop! Please, make the pain STOP!" Then the pain was taken away. He panted and whimpered. He felt his chin was snatched up to look the Dark Lord in the face. He had a scowl on it that would strike fear in even the hardest of men. The replica whimpered again at it all. It could be worse. He reminded himself. It could be much worse.

"What do you mean by the 'real one'." Tom hissed. It wasn't a question. It was a demand of the highest order. Harry cringed at the look. But, he was compelled to answer. It was not like when the other Harry ordered him to do something. Replica Harry feared what would happen if he did not answer.

"Master… had me made so that he could… roam around freely without being under the constant watch of the old man," the replica replied. He felt the grip on his chin tighten.

"How do I know you are telling the truth, little one? Explain," Tom commanded. The replica gulped and looking away. He looked shy to answer.

"My number…" he whispered. "It is on the back of my neck. It signifies that I am the newest replica and which one I-!" Before he could finish, his face was roughly slammed onto the floor. He yelped when he felt his hair pulled up so fast that he felt some of the hairs be pulled out of his head. Then it was all deathly still again. He could feel the hairs, that weren't trapped in the deathly grip, raise on the back of his neck.

"Number twenty-one…" was all Tom said. "If you are a replica, how were you made? Who made you?" Replica Harry felt the pressure ease off of him and the grip be lost. He slowly raised his head and looked Tom in the eyes.

"I can't tell you that…" the replica replied. He could see the man's scowl deepen.

"Why not?" Tom asked as civilly as he could manage. This is not the real one. Therefore, I have nothing against him… he reasoned with himself when speaking. He watched the replica gather the rest of his strength and sit up again, crossing his legs in the process. He looked the other in the eyes and saw them darken with several emotions. There was sadness, pity, a small tinge of anger, but there was also fear. But the one that dominated them all was honesty.

"I cannot tell you because no matter what you do to me, or looking back at what you have done to me, I will fear him more than I fear you," the replica began. "You… I see a spark of humanity within your eyes. No matter how long your torture goes on, you will stop and give your victims some times to rest, even if it is only for a slit second. You will also eventually give them death. And from what I hear, you do not disfigure the dead either. You have respect and sincerity in everything you do, good or bad."

"I am not sure where you learned this from, but I can assure you that I am not a good person," Tom assured, sitting back on his throne.

"No, you are not. I know that much from the memories given to me," the replica continued. "But, I can say that you have something he does not, both literally and figuratively. I have one too. He said that it was the reason why he killed the other replica."

"And what, pray tell, would that be?" Tom questioned with a sneer.

"A heart," the replica said simply. Tom stiffened at this. What does he mean? Tom wondered. "It is the reason why he envies you as well. But, I have a good reason to fear him as well." The replica could feel eyes prying into him, and a glare searing his very bones. "I wish I could tell you more, but if I do, he will not make my death swift. Even now it will not be quick. It will be long and drawn out, and very… very painful." The replica gave a small sad smile.

"You say 'he', but you actually mean… the 'real' Potter?" came the small voice of Lucius Malfoy. The replica looked to the blond and nodded.

"I'm not allowed to say his name. It is taboo," the replica explained. "He only goes by that name because it is expected. When it is not expected, he punishes the person who speaks that name. He thinks it his slave name… Only a few of his followers are allowed to speak his name." At this, Tom laughed.

"What on earth would give that boy a reason to change his name?" he asked, still chuckling, genuinely amused. "He is the famous Harry Potter after all!" The replica winced at his tone and looked at the ground sadly.

"Not where he comes from…" the replied. "If only you knew the truth… If only you-!" The replica stopped, his eyes widening in shock. He quickly grasped his throat with both hands. He gasped out in utter pain and that was all that was let out. He fell on to his back, his head hitting the stone floor rather hard, but he didn't care. He began to writhe on the floor in what looked like an attempt to breath.

"Whoever is doing this to the child, I would advise that you stop before you provoke my wrath," came the deathly calm voice of their lord. Everyone was looking around, trying to look for the perpetrator. The replica looked at Severus, who was feigning innocence and looking around as well. Suddenly, it stopped. The replica took in several gulps of much needed breath and was panting deeply. His eyes met with Severus's and the look he was given was one that struck fear into his fabricated soul. It was a look that said he had spoken too much and he was indeed scheduled to be eliminated, but not without punishment first.

"Someone take this boy to one of the rooms," Tom ordered. "He is still of use to us. No one is to go in his room lest it be me or the servant I assign to tend to him. Umbridge. Congratulations are in order. You have discovered quite the farce. However… You should be punished for acting without thinking." Umbrdge's smile was wiped off her face with that last statement. Soon she was writhing on the floor, in absolute pain. No one even looked at her as she did. She was just too disgusting to look at, even for the Dark Lord.

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"I found something!" exclaimed an excited Luna as she ran into the Great Hall. Many heads turned to look at her, but upon seeing who it was, most turned back to their own conversations. Others listened in out of curiosity and suspicion. The eccentric blond ran over to Neville and Draco, who actually took a risk to sit with each other that day. She grabbed their hands and began to pull them up. "Come on! Come on! You have to see it!"

"See what, Luna?" asked Ginny. Luna looked at the red haired girl, noticing that Ron and Hermione sat just a little bit away and were probably listening in. Luna gave her a genuine smile and the dreamiest look she could muster.

"I found a nest of Nargols in the library. I wanted to show Neville and Draco that I'm not as loony as everyone thinks," Luna answered. Ginny just sighed and put a hand to her head, as though it would stave off the oncoming headache.

"For the last time, Luna, there is no such thing as Nargols. They're just a child's story, used to scare kids into being good," Ginny scolded.

"Either way," Neville interrupted, standing up. "I'm sure I would enjoy her company over the kind that this table provides. Come on, Draco. Let's go see it." All three of them ignored the indignant look that Ginny gave. Draco looked at him with big eyes and whined.

"But, Nev~! Do I have to?" Draco asked, grasping the end of Neville's shirt in a childlike manner.

"Do you have anything else better to do?" Neville asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco smiled and let go of Neville's shirt but let his hand slide down the other's thigh.

"I can think of something," he replied suggestively. Neville blushed, shaking his head. Ginny gave a look of disgust, and Luna just smiled at her two friends. Neville grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him up.

"Come on, lover boy. It's bad enough that you've befriended a blood traitor. If your father finds out that you're flirting with will, it will be the end of both you and me," Neville reasoned. Draco just smiled.

"Whatever you say, Nev," Draco said, following along behind the Gryffindor.

The trio made it into the Library and hid in the back, near the oldest books that no one bothered to check out anymore. She got out what looked like the oldest book in the entire library. It was covered in dust and the pages had turned brown from its age. The leather had no life in it and even began to peel back a little.

"So, what do we have here? I suppose this is the real reason you have brought us here, Luna. By the way, that was a brilliant excuse," Draco commented.

"Thanks, Dray," Luna began. "And yes, this is the reason why I brought you here." Luna flipped open the book, sending dust flying everywhere. After all of them had coughed a bit, Neville stood and put a silencing charm around them. The other two gave him questioning looks.

"What? We don't want the wrong people hearing us," Neville explained. "No matter how little the information could be."

"Good thinking," Luna began. "This information isn't exactly little. It's extremely important and just shouldn't be taken lightly."

"Enough prattling on about it and just tell us what it is Luna," Draco said, trying to read the dusty pages. What was it? It looked like a… family tree?

"This is the first record of the noble pureblood houses' family trees," Luna began. "It is extremely accurate and should not be taken lightly. As it turns out, there were a lot of purebloods back in the day. I have everything here, ranging from Crabb to Weasley. All I had to do was turn to Potter and there it was!"

"What is it?" Draco asked curiously. Luna smiled and flipped to the bookmarked page. Some more dust went flying making them all cough some more. Draco had enough the second time and cast a mild cleaning charm on the book. It removed all the dust from it. Both his friends thanked him before they got back to the subject at hand.

"It took me a bit to realize it, but you see this emblem next to some of the names?" Luna began. Draco looked closer and he saw what looked to be a pair of wings, incased within a cage. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. Neville just gave a confused look. "I didn't expect you to know, Nev. Your family doesn't have anything like that in their family."

Draco's look of horror grew and he gulped, backing away from the book a little. "It's the mark of a Veela. An enslaved Veela… Back in the day, they were captured just like both the House Elves and the High Elves. But, as you can probably tell. They were sold for a different reason than the House Elves, but practically the same as High Elves…" Draco pulled his eyes away is disgust. "It was a different time then. It was legal then for Veelas, but not anymore. I can't say the same for the High Elves."

"That's terrible," Neville whispered. "Although, this also means that Harry is part Veela. Which means I have to owl my grandmother and amend my search."

"Unless," Luna began, drawing their attention. "There is already information here on Veelas."

"Luna… Please don't joke with us," Neville began. "You said that there had not been any information on any creature that had no feeling whatsoever."

"Yes, but that's just it. This information isn't exactly new," Luna started. "Harry is part Veela, but I want you to read something." Luna took out another dusty book from the shelf. This time, it looked like a journal of sorts. As she spoke, she flipped through the pages to the one she wanted. "I found this among some new additions to the library. It is a journal from Charles Potter II. In this entry he wrote about his wife, who was also a Veela." Neville took the book and Draco strode over and read over his shoulder. They both could quite clearly see the tear stains that had survived all these years on the paper.

"My wife, Gale, has become very closed off. She will not speak to me and just gives me this blank, empty look every time I speak to her. She has been like this ever since our only daughter's passing. It breaks my heart to know that she is suffering. No matter what I try, I can do nothing to help her. She has now stopped going to work, and refusing to eat. I knew that Veelas grieved heavily, but I never imagined this. She is withering away before my eyes. Even now, she is just lying in our bed. I am at a loss of what to do. I called the doctor, but he refused to tell me what was wrong with her. He had just given me a sharp glare and told me that what happens to her is my fault. What had I done?" Neville read, holding back tears of his own. He passed the book to Draco, not willing to read anymore of the book. Luna gesture for Draco to continue on the next page and Draco just nodded.

"This is the end… I know it is. My wife is dead. I had called all of by boys to say goodbye to her before her passing. They all loved and adored her. I feel terrible, knowing that I had caused them such grief. I am a terrible man… After they said their goodbyes, one of my oldest some noticed my confusion and sorrow and pulled me aside. He told me something that I have never in my life considered. He said to me, 'The reason my mother grieves so much is because she feels that she has lost her only joy.' I asked him to explain further and was horrified when he did. He said that Gale loved them all so much, but all she ever wanted was a little girl and her freedom. My son also told me that she wasn't really suffering at this point anymore anyway… What did he mean?" Draco also stopped. It was so sad, yet so true. He looked as Luna with pleading eyes. He did not want to continue either. He knew what this was leading to, but he didn't want to admit it. Luna took the book away from him and continued reading, looking over the tear stained pages.

"Once my sons were gone, I went to her room. I did not wish for her to be alone while she passed. I sat at her bedside and held her hand gently. For the first time in weeks, she looked at me. Her eyes were dead, as though she could feel nothing. As though she was empty inside. She looked at me with those eyes that I had adored for years and spoke. 'You have to let me go…' she said. 'I have belonged to you for over thirty years. You have given me and my children everything except what I need… Please, Charles, let me have my freedom now… Please?' Who was I to deny her? I cast the necessary spell to lift her slave bond, and our marriage. She gave me this small smile before her passing, but even I could see that it was empty. Her heart died when our daughter did… She was my love - my life. Now… I think I'll leave her with her freedom, and live until the Lord decides it is time for me to join her…" Luna finished. There was a long silence between all three of them.

"Well," Draco began. "That was depressing. May I ask you what exactly we were supposed to learn from that?"

"Nothing," Luna sated simply. "And before you get on my arse about it, I gave it to you guys so that you can modify your searches. Especially you, Neville."

"Care to explain?" Neville asked, taking a seat, followed by Draco. Luna sighed.

"You guys…" Luna took a deep breath before continuing. "Gale Potter was a Veela. She was suffering from immense grieving. Need I quote how he explained the dead look in her eyes again?" When she got no response, they could see how her fingers itched to throw something at them. But then she got that dreamy look in her eyes again and she smiled. She looked at Neville and said, "Are they not currently researching the effects of immense grieving on a Veela, Neville?"

Neville's eyes went wide and he blushed. He covered his eyes with a hand. "I am such an idiot…"

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