Hey everyone,
Well, I guess 2021 is the year of rewrites or something. Though I'm not entirely sure if this will remain a rewrite in the long run. I love Preventing Trouble and I plan to have it finished – in 2025, if I'm lucky – but I also want to write a version that DOES include the changes and events of Kingdom Hearts 3. At the same time, I've kind of lost interest in the ViktorxHarry ship and want to create a new main-ship for this version.
Also, while this version will have Dumbledore Bashing and moderate, constructive Molly bashing, it will also have Molly basically becoming the secondary mother in all but blood to the KH crew – secondary to Aqua, I mean. So I guess that's another thing that will be both the same and yet different. And to be honest, there will be even more changes when it comes to ships as I decided to ship Xion with someone other than Draco.
So long story short, I REALLY don't know if I should call this Preventing Trouble V2. I mean, even the origin behind the spell that will stop time all over the world bar in the Great Hall is going to be different, yet it will still be there and the readers are still going to travel to other worlds while they read. But the area that won't be affected by the spell will also be slightly larger than it was in the original and will include the Entrance Hall/Courtyard. Remake? Yes? No?
You tell me,

Venquine1990

Darkened Light
Chapter 01
A Troubled Start

24th of June 1994
Keyblade Graveyard
Lea's POV

I stand here with both my closest friends, the friends I've made over the last few months and some new arrivals and finally I feel as if everything I've been through these past 8 years has come to an end. Eight years ago a man named Xehanort arrived in Radiant Garden with amnesia and got taken in by Ansem the Wise, the leader of the Garden. Yet this was a mistake and Xehanort betrayed Master Ansem and threw him into the Realm of Darkness.
I was only 8 years old and my best friend, Isa, and I had snuck into the castle in order to save a girl we had found locked up within the castle's dungeons. Yet the girl had disappeared and after that a rollercoaster of events took place. By the time I really got a grip on reality again, I was a Nobody that went by the name of Axel, I was friends with Isa's Nobody Saïx and we were doing missions for the Organization, under the leadership of Xemnas.
For seven years this was my life. And then Roxas became #XIII and Xion #XIV of the Organization. The two of them became my new and my closest friends, they changed my life for the better, they brought Light to my lonely existence and they threw me into another rollercoaster of events that lasted more than a year. Yet I wouldn't change the past year for anything, though at the same time I still feel beyond glad that it's all over now.

"It's finally over." King Mickey says and I try to hold back a snort at the fact that the short mouse king voiced my thoughts. Instead of that I nod at him alongside everyone else. Or almost everyone else. Sora answers negative with his head bowed and shaking. Riku tries to reassure his closest friend and suggests that we head for Master Yen Sid so we can figure out how to find their joined friend Kairi. Yet Sora seems to have other ideas.
Softly he speaks the same negative word and says that he knows what to do. Mickey calls out to him and the tone of his voice concerns me. Sora turns to face us all as he says: "My whole journey began the day I lost her. and every time I find her … she slips away again. I thought we'd finally be together. But she's out there, alone.
Not for one more second." And yet again the young man who is two years younger than me sounds and looks more mature for his age than he should need to be. Yet again I feel extremely proud and amazed by his kind heart as well as the incredible strength of his heart. Yet at the same time, suddenly, I feel like I know someone else who is just like that. The sensation lasts only a second, yet it lasts long enough that I notice it.

Like the loyal friends they are, Donald and Goofy instantly offer to go with Sora. Yet while Sora thanks them, he also tells them that this time he has to go it alone. Mickey explains why he sounded worried before as he tries to warn the younger brunette: "Sora, listen. The power of waking isn't to go chase hearts around! Even if you do locate Kairi, you might never come home to us again!" Yet Sora's confidence strikes again.
"I will. And we'll both be back before you know it." Sora says with a smile. Again the king begs him to reconsider. I try not to show my own growing concern, both over the fact that the king seems to know more than he's letting on and over the fact that all of this makes me worried about something else, something that seems to be happening somewhere else. It's mostly the fact that this is happening elsewhere that worries and befuddles me.
Riku suddenly steps in and gently tells Mickey to let Sora go. Mickey addresses the young man he befriended the past few years and Riku explains: "His heart and his mind are made up. Now, believe in him." And whether it's out of acknowledgement that Sora is both confident and stubborn or out of trust in Sora's skills, Mickey concedes and wishes the brave, stubborn, loyal young man a safe journey. And Sora thanks him.

Yet as Sora summons the Keyblade, uses the power of waking and disappears into another Keyhole, the sense of foreboding, unease and danger overwhelms me. I feel another presence within me that screams to just ignore it, to stay with Roxas and Xion, but I ignore it. "Something's wrong." I mutter and I call on the powers I managed to keep hold off after I was reformed. And before the others can do more than turn my way, I phase off.
I have never before travelled this far through the power I have used so many times the past eight years, but I don't care. My instincts seem to guide my power as it seems to know where to take me. At the same time I feel as if the other presence has split from me, but also as if they are travelling wherever it is I'm headed. The only thing I really know is a single thought that constantly courses through my mind: "Please don't let me be too late."

And while I travel miles and miles – and potentially even lightyears – further than I ever have before, the whole journey only takes a few minutes. I arrive at the edge of a dark looking forest with a majestic stone castle in front of me, a huge lake somewhere in the distance to the left of me and a large willow tree standing further on the edge of the forest to my right. And in front of said tree, I notice three people standing.
A young boy who looks to be somewhere between 11 and 15 who has messy black hair and gorgeous green eyes that shine even from a distance. A plumb looking woman with bright red hair and a young adult man who has the same red hair and who I assume is her son. Though neither seems related to the other kid, it's clear that they're close. "What were you thinking?" A familiar voice asks me in a furiously whispered tone.
I turn my face from where I am gazing at the young man with the bright green eyes, my heart silently begging for him to turn those beautiful eyes my way, and my own green eyes widen when I stare into a pair of familiar, almost identical green eyes. Green eyes that have purple upside down tear tattooed underneath them. It takes me only a second to realize that Axel, my Nobody, was the presence I felt split from me during my journey.

"Why would you leave Roxas and Xion behind? And with a message like that? Something's wrong? Are you insane or something? They've been through enough. We've been through enough. You had no reason to worry them like that." Axel hisses at me before he angrily asks where we even are. I look around again, yet while nothing really tells me anything I can recognize, I suddenly spot something. Something that concerns me.
In a matter of seconds the young adult spotted something and tried to push the young teen out of the way, only to get grabbed by one of the branches of the huge willow they were standing in front of. Another branch grabs the man's mother and the teen rolls away as he got pushed onto his back. Yet he rolls over to someone who stands a few feet away and whose whole presence makes my earlier instincts flare up with a violent rage.
"No reason? Take a look at that guy. There's something wrong about him. He seems to be the one who got that tree to grab those two. And – he's hypnotizing that kid!" I shout as the brightness in the teen's green eyes dulls down and his whole form relaxes from its tense form way too fast for my liking. Axel curses and mutters: "You get that kid away from him and I'll –." But then the redhead shouts: "STAY AWAY FROM HIM, YOU COLD-BLOODED MONSTER!"

Axel and I share a look and we both think the same even though we are no longer one being. The redhead didn't mention the cold blood as an insult, this person really is cold-blooded. Instantly both of us grin wickedly and I return my focus on the being and the young man. I summon the Flame Liberator over my left shoulder while Axel summons both his Chakrams and I focus on the area next to the weird being.
Somehow my earlier instincts help me with this and my senses sharpen themselves just like they used to when I was Axel and working on recon missions for the Organization. Because of this I can almost hear the being whisper: "That's it. Undress yourself or be punished." And those two words seem to have a seriously negative effect on the teen, which infuriates me beyond belief. Instantly I phase over just as the being continues his spiel.

Yet before he can call the boy something that he might consider a compliment, but which is clearly an insult, I've hit him with the full brunt of my strength and Keyblade. The bastard skids across the grounds just like the little teen did earlier and I instantly spot the kid breaking free from the being's hypnotic control. I store the knowledge that he needs eye-contact to hypnotize his victims away for later and then I get impressed.
Only a second after the hypnotic hold breaks on the boy, he turns around, pulls a stick from his pocket and shouts: "IMPEDIMENTA!" And the spell hits the huge tree, which instantly stills in its movements. And a harsh, strong push from the elder teen to push his arms outwards frees him from the branch's hold, same with his mother. He too draws a strange stick, but then Axel interrupts him and reassures him that he's got this.
The whole group turns to my Nobody and just by the way that Axel is looking over the other being's head, I know that he's realized the same thing about the being's power. Yet while the teen, the young adult, his mother and the being are all tense and look battle ready, Axel lazily strolls over to the rest of us, his chakrams actually no longer there. Yet I have Axel's memories, so I already know exactly what my Nobody is planning.

Axel looks at the young teen who is still standing near me – and who I strangely enough want to pull close against my form for some reason – and then back over the head of the being as he says: "Trying to force your will on someone as young as this? You more than cold-blooded, aren't you? You're crazy, immoral – and off the hook." And while his voice lowers itself in volume, it doesn't get colder; if anything it gets warm with fury.
The woman wants to scream at him and her son tries to warn him to stay out of this. The being also laughs, as if amused by all this, but as he closes his eyes while laughing, he misses Axel telling him goodbye and snapping his fingers. Yet that simple action instantly has effect as a ring of fire encases the cold-blooded being, a plus-shaped cross burning within the ring and the being itself screaming out in utter agony.
The sound is actually horrifying to hear and the young teen tries to hide himself in my form to silence the noise for himself. And out of that same instinct that has been guiding me this whole time, I pull him even closer and try to wrap my arms around his head without suffocating him within my form or anything. From the corner of my eye I notice Axel wincing as well and spot the other two staring at the being with mouths opened wide.

For another minute the being screeches and screams as he is burned to cinders and bits of burned dead skin. Halfway through the sound finally stops, yet I don't let go of the young teen in my arms, even after the fire dies out. And a pleasant sense of comfort brews within me at the fact that the young teen doesn't pull away either. "What – what are you people?" The woman asks and I feel amused as Axel was asked the same question little over a year ago.
Yet this time Axel shrugs and says: "Long story, best told another time, or at least later. You going to let go of him anytime soon, Lea?" Just like the part of me that was Axel that screamed at me not to leave Roxas and the others, a part of me now wants to cheekily tell him NO. But reluctantly I ignore this part and pull my arms loose from the young, sweet form in front of me. Only, the teen himself doesn't let go of me as well.
I look down at him, even though he's only a head shorter than me and I almost burry my nose in his messy hair. The others also look at the teen and suddenly I notice it. Almost imperceptibly the boy's shoulders are shaking, yet they are doing so in such a timid fashion, it's almost as if the boy is unwilling to show anyone that he's terrified. And when the woman finally gives me the teen's name as she calls him Harry, I hear four words:

"Please don't punish me." A hushed, soft whisper, almost softer than the light breeze that tickles my hair. My close presence to the young man – to young Harry – is really the only reason I am even able to hear him whimper it. My left arm wraps itself back around his softly trembling form and my right hand gently lifts his head up, so his beautiful emerald green eyes meet my own forest green eyes. Again the instinct guides me.
"You are precious." I whisper at the young teen and while it might be my new instinct, I know in heart and mind that I mean the words. Yet the eyes locked with mine darken and a broken voice whispers back: "I'm broken." In his eyes I can almost see it. The gems might shine beautifully, but there are hints of darkness, brought on by years of torment and struggle, shining within their depths. Yet this effect makes them all the more special.
"I can help you." I really want to say something else, but at the same time I don't as I again believe my own words. My heart beats strongly within my chest as ideas on how I can do this form within my mind. How I can get to know this young man and learn of his troubled past. How I can plan ahead and make sure his future isn't the same as the hardships he's already had to endure before. And while he's troubled, Harry, bless his sweet heart, accepts.

He presses his forehead against my chest, just at the junction where my shoulders and chest meet my neck and whispers four more words. "Let me be yours." Again I pull his head up so that I can lock his beautiful, but troubled green orbs with my own and whisper: "Always." And out of pure instinct and sweet delight, I press a soft kiss full of budding love and honest promise to his forehead, yet I make sure to carefully avoid the scar on his face.
And suddenly the instinct feels like it bursts out into some form of magic deep within me as my lips press against the skin of the other – my other. I feel as if another heart beats in sync with my own, as if thoughts that aren't my own rush through my mind, as if powerful emotions burst within my heart and mix and strengthen my
own. I feel as if a form of magic I have never sensed before mixes with my power over the Keyblade.
All of this lasts only five seconds at best and yet they feel like the best five seconds of my life. Never before, not when I was reborn, not when I finished my training as a Keyblade Wielder, not even when I reunited with Roxas and Xion after we beat Saïx, I have felt like this. The sensation that courses through me as all this happens, I can only describe with two words: "I'm complete." Which is a thought that should amuse me, seeing Axel.

After it all happens and after my lips part from Harry's forehead, Harry tucks his head back underneath my chin. Just the fact that Harry feels this comfortable with me and that he seems to instinctively seek comfort and reassurance with me brings a big grin to my face and I happily pull his form slightly closer against my own. Yet then reality comes knocking and reminds me that it's not just Harry and me over here.
"What – what just – what just happened?" The woman stutters as she asks and her son whispers a strange sense of disbelief before he says that he never thought he would see something like this. Clearly the young man, who seems to be a few years to maybe a decade or so older than me, seems to know what happened, yet I wonder why it amazes him so much as I can't imagine that he was able to see what was going on inside me just now.

His mother turns to him and provides me with another name as she calls him Bill. The young adult steps forward and wants to speak up, when Harry shouts for them to look out. They turn around and both jump out of the way of a wild branch that tries to smash them and violently hits the ground they were just standing at. Instantly Axel throws one of his Chakrams and the burning circle of metal with spikes cuts the branch in half.
To my crazed astonishment, the tree moves as if it's actually experiencing a sense of pain and Harry again pulls his wand. Though this time he seems to aim first before he shouts the same word as before, which I now realize is some kind of magic spell. The light of the spell hits the violent willow at a knot on one of its roots and the whole tree somehow takes a normal willow position before it stills all of its movements entirely.

Axel, while he sounds somewhat befuddled, suggests that we get a bit further away from the tree and the others and I agree with him. Harry, who moves himself so that he is now tucked underneath my armpit, guides us further down the steep hill we seem to be on and over to a simple looking hut that is standing on the edge of the forest. A huge man is running at us from the hut, yet I also notice two dogs that are hot on his heels as he runs.
"HARRY! BILL! MOLLY! I saw everything from over at my hut! What was that thing! Who are those guys! Are you lot okay?" A small part of me wonders why the man didn't come over to help if he saw it all happen, but I ignore this for the time being. Harry also ignores the man as he actually runs for one of the dogs and finally lets go of me. Instantly I miss his presence and feel as if he took part of me with him when he let go.

Harry calls the second, bear-like dog Snuffles and asks him what he's doing here as if he expects the dog to answer him. Yet after the cold-blooded being, the weirdly violent tree and the huge man, I don't really feel surprised about this anymore, though this is also because the sense of loss grows slowly within me. "Harry, get back to that other guy! You need to hold onto each other for at least an hour! Hurry!" Bill suddenly demands.
And less than a second later, Harry is back against my form and I notice that he is, again, trembling. Bill whispers I knew it and again his mother asks him what's going on. Yet while Bill had looked and sounded worried when he warned Harry and ordered him back with me, a warm, content smile is on his face when he speaks. "Mum, I know it hasn't happened in the Potter line since the early 1700's, but – Harry and – ehm –."

The man turns to me and I grin as I say: "The name's Lea. And this is Axel." And we both tap our temple as we chorus the question Got it memorized? The giant man and Bill snicker and grin and I could swear that even the dog named Snuffles seems to chortle, while Molly groans and moans not again. Yet I don't take offense as I notice that she seems to be fighting the urge to smile. Bill takes a deep breath and says:
"Like I said, it hasn't happened in almost 300 years, but Harry and Lea, mum, are Soul Mates. It explains how Lea was able to get here as a Vampire, an undead being, is the only one who can truly damage a soul bond irrevocably. Even – sorry – rape can be fixed if the bond is fully formed between soul-mates, but the magical damage that a vampire can cause to such a bond is irreparable, simply due to their own inner natural magic."

Shock silences us all as Bill ends his explanation. Yet at the same time his words explain everything that happened in the last few minutes. And yet at the same time I feel as if the fact that vampires exist shocks me more than the idea that I just bound my soul to that of another. And the reason I don't feel as shocked about this, holds onto me a little tighter for only a second, as if to silently convey a message to me without words.
"I'm okay with this." I feel as if Harry tries to tell me this with just the gesture and I happily return it. And while his eyes are clouded with the fear and pain he just experienced, his face lights up as he turns to smile at me. Suddenly I feel an intense gaze focused on me. I turn to it and, to my amusement, it's coming from the dog. Incredibly enough, an almost human level of intelligence is coming from those grey-blue orbs as he gazes at me.
For a moment I feel as if the dog is assessing me or something, but then I realize it. Like Harry, the dog is silently conveying a message to me. A three worded message that says Don't hurt him. I don't know how I know this or how the dog can be intelligent enough to convey this message to me like this, but I acknowledge the look with one of my own. A silent promise that the sweet teen next to me is as precious to me as he is to the canine.

"Blimey! Soul mates, you say? Well, that's going to ruffle some feathers over at the castle." The giant then suddenly bursts out laughing and I only need to look at Axel to know that he and I think the same thing. We both wonder what these people at the castle should have to do with the notion that my soul is tied to Harry's and why it should matter what they think about all this. And the giant instantly answers my silent questions.
He slams me on the shoulder with his huge-sized hand, but thanks to the years I've been working for the Organization, I keep my strength and remain standing firm as he says: "You're going to be breaking a lot of young girls' hearts when they hear you stole the Harry Potter from them, lad. You better prepare." Yet while this slightly explains the man's humor, it also raises more questions and I just raise my eyebrow at him.
The man stops as he notices my confusion and he asks: "You do know what I mean, right? Harry? The Harry? The Harry Potter? The Boy-Who-Lived? The only one to have survived an encounter with You-Know-Who himself?" I store Harry's last name away within my heart and mind and my heart feels like it misses a bit at the implications of that last question. And so, I just turn to Harry as I hope he can elaborate on this.

Harry also stares at me and I notice awe, wonder and a slight growing form of delight sparkling in his eyes as he whispers: "You've really never heard of me before – have you?" I shake my head and the giant asks how that could be possible and exclaims that everyone knows who Harry is. At this I decide to just be blunt and reply that it must be everyone on this world. Yet to my confusion, the man waves me away and says:
"Okay, so maybe not the Muggles, but you can't be a Muggle. You wouldn't have been able to get in here or bind your soul and magic to Harry's. Muggles can't form Soul Bonds, everyone knows that." But while I wonder what the heck a Muggle might be and while I worry that it might be a new form of Heartless or something, Bill speaks up and finally I can put a name to the huge man in front of me. The man's name is Hagrid as Bill says:
"I don't think Lea meant the Muggle world. The weapons that he and Axel used, how Axel was able to set that vampire on fire just by the snap of his fingers and the fact that they were able to summon and dismiss these weapons from thin air …. Hagrid, I think they're from another world, another planet, I mean." Axel and I nod to confirm and Axel even summons his Chakrams again, as if he wants to help prove Bill's point or something.

The two redheads, the giant named Hagrid and even the dog named Snuffles are all staring at the two of us. Yet I ignore this as I am more intrigued by the fact that Harry doesn't seem shocked or stunned about this. Instead the slightly younger teen is grinning at me with eyes wide and full of wonder, awe and a growing need to learn more. For a moment when I spoke up, fear had consumed me that Harry might fear me, but now that fear abates.
I smile back at him and again I try to convey a message to him without words. The promise that I will teach him more, that we will get to know each other and learn about each other. That I will show him all the beauty of Radiant Garden and all of the wonders of the worlds I have visited. For a moment I even feel the urge to contact Merlin and ask him to reopen the realm where Kairi and I trained to master the Keyblade.
Harry seems to somehow be able to read my mind or my thoughts, perhaps through the bond we now share, as his grin expands just a little in excitement. "Blimey, and I thought the soul-bond itself was going to ruffle feathers. If people hear that their hero is bound to an alien – Crickey!" Hagrid exclaims and again I wonder what the heck total strangers – or perhaps strangers to Axel and I – could have to do with any of this.

Yet then suddenly something happens that wipes these thoughts from my mind and pulls my full attention away from the topic at hand. A keyhole appears in the sky above us and a large, wide beam of light appears from the Keyhole and blasts down to the ground only a few feet away from us. Bill shields his mother, Hagrid his eyes and I shield Harry's eyes as Axel laughs and shouts: "And here comes the cavalry! Took them long enough!"
At this I want to ask him how they could have even found us in a world we've never been to before, but I just let it go instead. The light dissipates and all of our friends appear from within it. My heart breaths a sigh of relief when I notice that Sora and Kairi are among them and both appear to be totally fine. And like I already expected, as shocked as Hagrid and the others are at them, they are just as shocked at seeing Axel and me.

Ventus wants to ask how it's possible that we both exist, but then suddenly Sora collapses with a groan. Instantly I remember Mickey's warning and my heart skips a beat in worried fear. But then a ball of fluff, which I only vaguely notice has the looks of a toy kitten or something, speaks up with a squeaky voice and asks Harry and me if we want to help him. Instantly both of us are rushing for Sora and yelling our consent.
"Okay, each of you put one hand on a shoulder of his and stretch out your other so that your finger tips are touching. Then you focus on Sora and share a romantic moment between each other. Yes, I know, soul mates, that's why it needs to be you. Oh, and Harry?" My soul mate nods while we both crouch down and take the position the little being told us. The little kitten like fairy being hesitates and then he tentatively asks Harry:
"If you could save Sora, save several hundreds of lives, save this world from years of pain and darkness and save some lives in more ways than one – would you be willing to sacrifice even the privacy of your own thoughts and beliefs in return for that?" I wonder why the being would ask such a question at a time like this, yet Harry doesn't question it. He turns to the dog again and the being confirms that he meant it like that.

Because we're barely touching, I again feel that strange empty feeling inside me, though it's tempered very strongly by how our fingers touch. Harry and the dog seem to share a private conversation for just a moment and when the dog nods, Harry turns to the floating little kitten and states his consent. The little cat nods and says: "Then share your moment, focus on everything you've been through these past few years and let me do the rest."
Harry nods again and then he turns back to me. Somehow, I just know that Harry has never had a kiss on the lips before, yet I don't feel like sharing such a private and romantic moment with him right now, in a situation as dire as this one. Instead I press my lips against his forehead once again. And while I had, for a moment, feared that I had felt Sora still against my hand, now I feel something very, very different.

The magic that tied my soul to Harry's flares up deep within me and fills me from the highest tip of my hair to the nails on my toes. At the same time I feel as if some kind of magic courses through me, from my right hand on Sora to my left. And somehow I know that the same magic is also going from Harry's right back into Sora as I can actually feel his magic coursing through me as well. But it's not just his magic.
The magic of the weird little being is also coursing through Harry and I as the little kitten floats above our other outstretched hands. And he is squeaking and chirping and making all other shrill kinds of sounds as he floats above our hands. Sparkles, stars and little moons appear in the space between and suddenly a set of books lands in our hands. And thanks to how we were holding our hands, we both catch one end of the set of seven.
Instantly the whole sensation changes and I feel something new. The magic of the little being feels as if it shoots from the books to me and then to Harry. Then back to me and back to Harry. Four more times it feels like it shoots between Harry and I. After this, it shoots for Sora, before shooting back to the books. And as it hits them, the sound of a lock is heard. And after this the little being stops squeaking and lands on the books.

The little thing is clearly exhausted and it's obvious that he used a lot of magic to get this done. And Ven is the first to come running as he gives the little being a name and calls out Chirithy. Harry and I gently put the books down and I quickly wrap my now free arm back around Harry as I turn to look at Sora in renewed worry. Riku has also gone for him and he is crouched besides his closest friend. Only then I notice that there's another new addition to the team.
Axel also notices this and greets her as he tells Naminé that it's good to see her again. The young blonde nods and she kindly thanks him for giving her the chance to escape Marluxia and Larxene a little over a year ago. Axel laughs and replies that he's glad that she did indeed make it worth it, just like he had hoped she would when he let her go. Yet then I notice that Harry isn't listening or that he's looking at Sora and Riku.

Instead he's frowning in concern at the books and he mumbles: "I had a hunch of what Chirithy might mean, but – I don't get it. How is he able to create books – that are about me – but are also about the future?" And instantly my own attention is also drawn to the set of seven books that are set down next to us. I notice that each of their titles starts out with Harry's name, but I can't read the rest of the titles for some strange reason.
Harry motions for the first four books and says: "Those. Those are about the last four years. I'm sure of it, even if I can't read the titles. Just the Hogwarts Express on the front of that first book proves it to me. But that would mean that the other three describe my fifth, sixth and seventh year, which is the next three years. How is that even possible?" Chirithy might be exhausted as he rests in Ven's arms, but he weakly replies:
"Because just like everything that happened in the other universe is tied to Sora, everything that happened in those books – is tied to you, Harry. But that – that's done through – through all the – the wrong ways. Ways that will – will guide you off – off of the – the chosen path. Not – not down a path to Dark – Darkness, but – a path of pain. Of Darkened Light. And be-because of your – your fame – others will follow. Without question."

The woman named Molly objects to this loudly and angrily snarls that Harry would never do such a thing. I silently agree with her, but I find the fact that she would shout this loudly at a creature so obviously fatigued to be unacceptable at the same time. And Ven agrees with me as he bends his body in such a way, he tries to use his body as a shield to protect Chirithy from the woman's wrath. Then her son steps up and says:
"Mum, he wouldn't even know he's doing it. Darkened Light is considered more dangerous and lethal by the Goblins than even the Unforgivables and Black Magic. They consider it the cause behind the term Absolute power corrupts absolutely and the term the road to hell is paved with good intentions. And besides, I studied history, mum. Wizards stronger than Harry and wiser than Dumbledore have fallen for Darkened Light.
Trust me, you have no idea how many times it was discovered that someone went completely off the deep end and almost ruined the wizarding world, all because they were either guided by Darkened Light or someone who embodied it. It shook me to my very magical core when I found out how many times, not just to world leaders, but others too."

His words might be meant to both prove to his mother that it can happen and explain that Harry would be blameless if it did happen, but they also have a secondary effect. I had felt Harry tense and noticed a dark look of guilt grow on his face as Chirithy's words sunk in with him. But as Bill spoke, Harry's tense form loosened up within my grip and his face calmed down slowly, a smile of relieved acceptance on his face.
I want to kiss his forehead. I want to reassure him. I want to tell him my belief that it wouldn't have been his fault. I want to promise him that I won't let it happen. I want to promise him that I will keep the darkness of the Darkened Light at bay. Instead, I just tilt his head my way once again and whisper to him: "I will do whatever it takes to help you stay on the right path, my precious. And we will walk that path together. Keep it memorized."
They may not be the strongest words of reassurance, but they seem to do the trick. Harry beams at me and the light in his eyes shines up at me. I beam back as the sight of him smiling because of something I said is like a reward. A reward for everything I've been through this past year and a half. A reward for all the lies, hardships, battles, discoveries and training I had to go through. A reward for helping Sora beat Master Xehanort.

Okay, that's it!
I tried to keep this chapter going. I tried to put 10 000 words in this chapter. I tried to set a new goal for myself to have every chapter be at least 10 000 words. But in the end, I couldn't get it past 6500 and I just had to quit. It's already nine pages long and that's pretty high above my standard of 3 to 5 pages per chapter. I could add more, but what happens next is going to be a lot and I would rather have that in Harry's POV.
Also, I decided on a new Title for this story. I still, somewhat, consider this a remake of Preventing Trouble, but I wrote the name in the chapter and it just really hit me and stuck with me. Also, next chapter is going to cover a few things: others FINALLY coming to see what's going on, Chirithy explaining about the books and the spell he put upon them and Harry explaining the Walt Disney company to the Purebloods.
And a lot more,

Venquine1990
PS. I'm doing something new:
Wordcount: 6865 words.