It was finally done over; the Guardians of Lights stop the Seekers of Darkness. Master Xehanort and the Organization had finally been defeated for good. Sora, the champion of light, stood on the battlefield full of lifeless keys with his friends and allies, Riku, King Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Captain Goofy, Ventus, Terra, Aqua, Roxas, Lea, and Xion. The King of Disney Castle sighed in relief, "It's finally over."
Mostly everyone smiled and nodded in agreement. However, Sora closed his eyes and frowned, "No..." Despite their victory, despite saving all people Xehanort has harmed in the past, despite closing Kingdom Hearts once again, it came at a great cost. Kairi, Princess of Heart, Sora and Riku's best childhood friend, and the girl Sora loves, was kidnapped and struck down by Xehanort. Riku frowned, but recalled what Xion had told Sora earlier, Kairi was still alive. Lost, but alive. Riku told him, "We'll find Kairi. Let's head back to Master Yen Sid. We'll figure it out."
"No, I know what I have to do." Sora replied. Mickey's eyes widened as he was pretty sure he knew what Sora was planning to do, "Sora..."
He turned to his friends, and gave them a small smile as he explained, "My whole journey began the day I lost her." He placed a hand over his heart, "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."
"We'll go too." Donald stated as Goofy nodded, "That's right."
Sora smiled at them, "Thank you, Donald, Goofy. But this time, I have to go it alone."
"Sora, listen. The power of waking isn't to go chase hearts around! Even if you do manage to locate Kairi, you might never come back home to us again!" Mickey warned the teenager. Sora smiled with determination, "I will. And we'll both be back before you know it."
"Please..." Mickey begged. Riku knew that once Sora had made a decision, especially one involving Kairi, there was no stopping him. He walked over and knelt to the King, "Let him go, Mickey."
"Riku..." Mickey turned to him in shock and sadness. Riku told him, "His heart and his mind are made up. Now, believe in him." Mickey frowned knowing Riku was right, "Yeah..." He then gave Sora a small smile, "Safe journey, Sora."
"Thank you." Sora nodded before turning away. He then summoned his Kingdom Key Keyblade and aimed the blade towards the sky, magic swirled around the Keyblade and fired a beam of light toward the sky. This activated the power of waking and his search for Kairi had begun once more.
-Scene change-
after managing to go though the hearts of their friends to find the fragments of Kairis Heart and Restoring her. the two quickly battled againts Armored Xehanort and defeated him once and for all.
Sora brought Kairi to the Final World. The Princess of Heart stared at the world's beauty, "It's so pretty."
Sora smiled, he knew Kairi would like his place, but suddenly his hand felt funny. He took a look at it and noticed he was Holding the X-blade. " "Huh?" Said sora before a woosh is heard. Sora and Kairi looked to see a hooded figure in black. In his skeleton hand is a Scythe that had skulls of the dammed on the side of the shaft and the blade was a demonic wing which is silver. .
"Sora Osment…..you have broken a major taboo by denying me a soul. Are you prepared for judgement" Said Death.
Sora looked at Kairi who started to tear up. "No….please tell me this isn't real"
"I'm afraid so Kairi. I abused the Power of Waking to revive you. Now I have to pay the price by taking your place." Said Sora.
"No. This can't be happening" Kairi bawled before throwing herself at him crying. Sora placed the x Blace on his back before wrapping his arms around Kairi to sooth her before he was to be taken.
Death tapped his Scythe into the water before the entire area changed to a Street in the middle of the night. "Huh?" Asked Sora confused. Kairi stopped crying before she noticed their new surroundings. Why did Death bring them here. Sora then spotted someone walking down the abandon street
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. The man walked right though Sora much to his shock.
"Relax….he cannot see us." Said Death angry. He was angry not at Sora but at the man before them,
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something hidden from plain view. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it once. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again—the next lamp flickered into darkness just like the first. Twelve times he clicked the device, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.
If anyone had peered out of their window at that moment, even the ever-watchful Mrs. Dursley with her keen eyes, they would have been met with a scene obscured by an inexplicable veil of invisibility. Dumbledore deftly concealed the device he had been holding within the folds of his cloak, his movements swift and practiced as he prepared to embark on his clandestine mission. With purposeful strides, he made his way down the quiet street toward number four, where a wall awaited him as a makeshift perch.
Seated beside the enigmatic cat, Dumbledore addressed the creature in a manner befitting their peculiar encounter. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall," he remarked, his voice carrying a note of amusement.
However, to his mild surprise, the cat had vanished without a trace, replaced instead by a stern-faced woman whose austere demeanor mirrored the feline's unyielding composure. Professor McGonagall, clad in a cloak of resplendent emerald, exuded an air of disheveled elegance, her tightly coiled bun lending her an aura of scholarly authority. Sora and Kairi were taken back that the cat turned into a woman,
"How did you know it was me?" she inquired, her tone laced with curiosity.
Dumbledore's smile widened as he offered a whimsical response. "My dear Minerva, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly," he remarked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
The professor's retort was swift and pragmatic, reflecting her no-nonsense approach to the situation at hand. "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," she quipped, her words tinged with a hint of exasperation.
Dumbledore chuckled softly at her candid response, acknowledging the gravity of their mission while maintaining a sense of levity in their exchange. "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here," he remarked, his words tinged with a playful sense of irony.
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no—even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls...shooting stars...Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent—I'll bet that was Daedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," Dumbledore offered in a soothing tone, his gaze reflective. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
Professor McGonagall's response was tinged with frustration, her words laced with a hint of exasperation. "I know that," she interjected sharply. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."
Her pointed remark was met with a knowing look from Dumbledore, as if she were silently beseeching him for answers. However, Dumbledore remained enigmatic, his expression inscrutable as he chose not to divulge any further information.
"A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all," McGonagall continued, her tone laden with concern. "I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," Dumbledore affirmed, his tone thoughtful yet resolute. "We have much to be thankful for, that much is to be certain. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
McGonagall's incredulous response betrayed her bewilderment. "A what?"
Dumbledore's offer remained unchanged, his demeanor serene as he extended a gesture of simple hospitality. "A lemon drop," he repeated with a hint of amusement. "They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of. I hear they don't even have to grow them on trees."
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense—for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to not fear something so simple as a name. You can call him what he was—Voldemort."
Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying his name."
"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know—oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," Dumbledore replied with a serene demeanor, his voice carrying an air of quiet confidence. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
McGonagall's response was swift, her words edged with a mixture of admiration and reproach. "Voldemort had powers you've chosen not to have. And the only reason is because you're too—well—noble to use them."
/Voldemort?/ thought Sora and Kairi
A hint of levity danced in Dumbledore's eyes as he quipped, "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
But McGonagall's expression remained stern as she redirected the conversation to the pressing matter at hand. "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"
It was evident that McGonagall had reached the crux of her concerns, the underlying reason for her steadfast vigil on the cold, hard wall all day. Her gaze bore into Dumbledore with an intensity that betrayed her determination to uncover the truth. Whatever "everyone" was saying, she awaited Dumbledore's confirmation with bated breath, unwilling to accept any explanation until it came from him.
But Dumbledore's attention seemed elsewhere, his focus momentarily diverted as he contemplated the array of lemon drops in his hand. With a nonchalant demeanor, he selected another sweet from the assortment and popped it into his mouth, choosing to remain silent.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are...are—that they're dead."
Dumbledore bowed his head somberly. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James...I can't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Oh, Albus..."
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know. I know..." he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But—he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke—and that's why he's gone."
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's—it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done. The time that has gone into this long fight...all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding...of all the things to stop him...but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" He had turned to McGonagall and cocked his head slightly.
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean—you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore—you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less fit. And they've got this son—I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here?!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter explaining everything pertinent."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous—a legend—I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future—there will be books written about Harry—every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. He had enunciated every syllable of the word firmly. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! You see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes—yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it—wise—to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore. "There is not a question of it."
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to—what was that?"
A low, ominous rumbling reverberated through the silent streets, stirring Harry and Hagrid from their quiet contemplation. The sound grew steadily louder, like an approaching storm, prompting them to scan the deserted street in search of its source. Their eyes darted nervously, seeking any sign of headlights piercing the darkness, but found none. As the noise reached a deafening crescendo, they instinctively turned their gaze skyward, only to witness a breathtaking sight unfold before them.
From the heavens above, a massive motorcycle descended with a thunderous roar, hurtling toward the ground with breathtaking speed. The vehicle crashed onto the road before them, sending plumes of dust swirling into the air in its wake. If the motorcycle itself was awe-inspiring, the figure astride it was downright astonishing.
The man seated atop the motorcycle defied all conventional notions of size and proportion. Towering over the street, he stood nearly twice as tall as an average man, his imposing figure dominating the scene. With a wild, untamed appearance, his unkempt mane of bushy black hair and beard obscured much of his face from view, lending him an air of mystery and intrigue.
But it was not just his towering stature that set him apart; it was the sheer magnitude of his physical presence. His hands, each the size of trash can lids, hung at his sides like formidable weapons, while his feet, encased in sturdy leather boots, resembled those of mighty sea creatures. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a gentleness in the way he cradled a bundle of blankets in his massive arms, a tenderness that belied his formidable exterior. "Big guy" Sora muttered
"Hagrid," Dumbledore's voice rang out, infused with a palpable sense of relief. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," the giant replied, his words carrying a hint of pride as he carefully dismounted from the motorcycle. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. It rides well enough to get us both here. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?" Dumbledore inquired, his brow furrowing with concern.
"No, sir," Hagrid responded confidently, his deep voice resonating with assurance. "His house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall leaned in, their expressions solemn as they gazed upon the bundle of blankets. Nestled within was a baby boy, his features serene in slumber. Amidst a shock of jet-black hair, a distinctive mark caught their eye—a lightning-shaped scar etched into his forehead.
"Is that where...?" Professor McGonagall whispered, her voice barely audible as she clutched her hand to her chest.
"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed, his tone grave as he nodded. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?" McGonagall pressed, her concern evident in her furrowed brow.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't," Dumbledore replied, his voice resolute. "Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well—give him here, Hagrid—we'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore cradled Harry in his arms, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing heavily upon him. With a determined stride, he turned toward the Dursleys' house, his expression grave yet resolute.
"Could I—could I say good-bye to him, sir?" Hagrid's voice trembled with emotion as he leaned in closer to Harry. With a tenderness belied by his rugged appearance, he planted a whiskery kiss on the baby's forehead. Then, overcome by grief, Hagrid's anguish burst forth in a howl that echoed through the night.
"Shhh!" Professor McGonagall hissed urgently, her eyes darting nervously toward the neighboring houses. "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," Hagrid sobbed, his massive frame shaking with emotion as he fumbled for a large, spotted handkerchief. "But I c-c-can't stand it—Lily an' James dead—an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles—it just ain't right."
In the stillness of the night, the air was heavy with solemnity as Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid stood on the deserted street. Shadows danced across the houses, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Professor McGonagall's voice was barely above a whisper, her words carrying a weight of urgency as she sought to console the distraught Hagrid, her slender fingers offering a gentle reassurance as they brushed against his arm.
With measured steps, Dumbledore crossed the threshold of the low garden wall, his imposing figure silhouetted against the faint moonlight. Carefully, almost reverently, he placed Harry on the doorstep, the small bundle cradled in his arms like a fragile treasure. From within the folds of his cloak, he withdrew a letter, its parchment crisp against his fingertips as he tucked it into the folds of Harry's blankets, a silent message for those who would find him.
A heavy silence settled over them as they stood in quiet contemplation, the gravity of the moment palpable in the stillness of the night. Hagrid's broad shoulders trembled with silent grief, his sorrow echoing in the empty street. Professor McGonagall, usually composed and unflappable, blinked back tears, her usually sharp gaze softened by the weight of their shared sorrow. Even the twinkle that typically danced in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have dimmed, replaced by a somber reflection of the burden they bore.
Breaking the solemn silence, Dumbledore's voice cut through the night like a knife, his words carrying a sense of finality. "Well," he said softly, "that's that. We've no business staying here any longer. We may as well go and join the celebrations with the rest of them."
With a heavy heart, Hagrid muttered his goodbyes, his voice thick with emotion. "Yeah," he managed, his words muffled by his grief, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall—Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Hagrid's departure was marked by the thunderous roar of the motorcycle's engine as it surged into life, its powerful vibrations resonating through the night air like a symphony of farewell. Tears still glistened in his eyes, remnants of the emotional turmoil that had gripped him moments before, but determination now burned bright in his gaze as he mounted the bike with practiced ease.
With a deft twist of his wrist, Hagrid revved the engine, and the motorcycle surged upward, casting a fleeting shadow against the moonlit sky before disappearing into the darkness. The sound of its departure lingered in the air, a fading echo of farewell that seemed to hang in the stillness of the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore's voice broke the silence, his tone carrying a sense of quiet assurance as he nodded in acknowledgment. Professor McGonagall, her eyes still watery from tears, offered a muted reply, her nose reddened from the strain of emotion.
Dumbledore turned away, his footsteps echoing softly against the pavement as he retraced his path down the deserted street. Pausing at the corner, he withdrew a gleaming silver device from the folds of his robes—the Deluminator. With a practiced motion, he clicked it once, and the darkness that had cloaked the street was banished as twelve balls of light streaked back to their rightful place atop the street lamps.
In the newfound illumination, Privet Drive took on an otherworldly glow, the houses bathed in a warm orange hue that lent an ethereal quality to the familiar surroundings. At the other end of the street, a tabby cat slinked into view, its movements graceful and purposeful. Dumbledore's gaze lingered for a moment before drifting to the bundle of blankets nestled on the doorstep of number four.
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. "I wish you nothing but the best."
Sora and Kairi were gobsmacked that these people just left a Baby on a doorstep on a cold Novembers night, Death undid the spell that hide them before he went over to the baby and touched the baby's forehead. A black wisp is seen leaving the scar and the baby continued to sleep soundly. He even undid the blocks on the boy due to the meddlesome old fool.
"This child is a child of Destiny….much like you were Sora….his parents Lily and James Potter were murdered two nights ago by the dark wizard who calls himself Voldemort who has cheated me of his soul." Said Death
Kairi then felt a bit of a motherly instinct come over her before she walked past Death. She picked up the baby boy. "He's cold. The name of light were those people thinking! Leaving a baby in the cold with only a blanket for warmth!" She exclaimed with a bit of a growl. That's when the baby cried for being woken up. Kairi cooed and gently rocked him back to sleep. Before they knew it. They were brought back to the final world.
"This boy needs a family…Albus Dumbledore ignored his parents will and is determined to have control over the boys life. His blood family will abuse him and treat him like a menace. This boy needs love and care as well as training for his destiny to bring balance back to my world. That is where you two come in" said Death
"What can we do Death?" Asked Sora.
"You owe me your soul for cheating me of Kairis soul but I think this is a better solution, The Big Guy upstairs agrees with me. Care for my child of Destiny as one of your own. Give him a loving home and family while teaching him your ways of the Keyblade." Said Death before he focused and three items came floating around him, a wand, a stone and a Cloak. He had retrieved theses items himself before meeting the King and Queen of Kingdom Hearts. ,
the Elder Wand was an unassuming object. Appearing at face value to be a wand like any other, it had a smooth, unadorned shaft and a handle formed from two conjoined spheres.
The Resurrection Stone is a small black stone that has a symbol of a triangle with a line and circle though it,
The Cloak of Invisibility was a cloak thay was made from Deaths Robes being silver, Death did his work before he took a peice of each of the three items before him and a blinding green flash came. Floating before them was a keyblade
the guard that were black wings and a Threstal head was embedded in the blade with the Perevell family crest which was the Deathly hallows mark. The blade was a mirror of the Elder Wand with the cloak of invisibility wrapped around it with a glowing pale green energy and the teeth was the Deathly Hallows symbol. The keychain was the Resurrection stone
"This keyblade is my own creation. Forged from the three items I created for my demigod children thousands of years ago…..The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibilty, these items belong to the boy as he is the last true descendant of the House of Death." Said Death handing the three items to Sora who put them in his jacket.. The keyblade turned into an orb of green light before it descended down into the baby who slept soundly in Kairis arm, he even nuzzled against her bosom with a smile.
"Do you accept this task Sora Osment and Kairi Paniteirre, Do this and I considered your debt paid." Said Death
Sora looked at Kairi and she nodded with a smile. "We accept this mission."
Under his hood did Death smiled. "Exellent….. may your heart be your guiding key"
He then vanished before them just as the baby woke up, his bright emerald green eyes looked at them before he smiled big,
"Hi Harry.I'm your new mommy." Said Kairi with a Gentle yet motherly voice. Harry babbled before he reached for Kairis hair and he lightly started to pull on it.
"Kairi, we don't know much about raising a baby" said Sora,
"Nobody does. We learn as we go along,.plus I wouldn't choose anyone else to have children with than you sora. Our lives are tied together now" said Kairi. Sora nodded before he looked at Harry who looked at him with his bright emerald green eyes. "Harry…..my Son" said Sora taking Harry from Kairi. Harry looked at him and he placed his hands on his head before he laid his head on his chest hearing his beating heart.
Sora then noticed that chirithy wasn't around, "what's wrong?" Asked Kairi who took Harry back from him. Well... My friend should be here, but..." Sora explained to her before calling out, "Heeeey! Chirithy!"
Just then, Chirithy appeared before Sora's feet as he gasped in shock, "Whoa! Hey, why didn't you say anything?"
"I was just trying to give you two some privacy,especially with your new son" Chirithy told them.
This made the two smile as they shyly blushed at that. Kairi then giggled a little at how cute Chirithy looked. Kairi then walked up to the Dream Eater before knelt to him as she offered him her free hand since her other arm was holding a baby, "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, likewise." Chirithy nodded as he shook Kairi's hand "I'm glad you're okay."
Once they released their hands, Sora told Chirithy, "Chirithy, we're heading home. You should come with us."
"Whaaaaaaat...?" Chirithy gasped in shock.
Sora explained as Kairi smiled in agreement, "Take it from me, it's not enough to wait for someone you care about. It's true that hearts are connected wherever you are. If it's impossible for you to be together, then all you can do is wait. But, if it is possible to be together, then that's how it should be."
"Sora..." Was all Chirithy could say at Sora's words of wisdom.
Sora commented, "You know, this really is a beautiful place." He then turned to Kairi, who nodded in agreement, as he continued, "But you'd enjoy it so much more with someone you care about. Before I was looking for Kairi, I remembered how important it is... to share these moments with your friends. That's why you're coming with us. I'm taking you to see your friend, Chirithy."
Chirithy began to tear up and tried to wipe away his tears, before giving Sora a grateful nod. Kairi smiled at the Dream Eater as she and Sora knelt down to Chirithy as Sora offered him his hand, "Okay! Let's go!"
-Disney Castle-
Later that evening, everyone returned to the worlds they called home. Mickey, Donald, and Goofy left the Gummi Hanger to see an awaiting Queen Minnie and Daisy waiting for them. The King beamed and ran to his wife. Minnie whipped away a tear and was about to join her husband when Pluto, their dog, beat her to it, tacking his master to the ground. Mickey laughed as his dog licking him, Pluto let up when Minnie joined them. The King sat back up as Minnie giggled. They then smiled happily as they took each other's hand.
Daisy marched her way up to Donald, who began to look afraid, until she smiled and hugged her boyfriend. Donald sighed in relief as he hugged back. Jiminy Cricket climbed on to Goofy's shoulder and the two smiled. Everyone then turned to see Master Yen Sid join them with Chip and Dale at his side. Yen Sid smiled with pride at his old pupil when they noticed fireworks going off as the Kingdom of Disney Castle celebrated the King's return and the Guardians' victory. Everyone turned around as they enjoyed the fireworks...
-Land of Departure-
The next day, Ventus, Terra, and Aqua had a long overdue funeral for Master Eraqus. Over ten years ago, he was struck down on this very world by Master Xehanort. Aqua had placed the Master's Defender Keyblade, in the ground, and decorated with a reef flowers. Hold their wayfinders closer to their hearts, they gave a moment of silence for the deceased Master. They then placed their wayfinders on their Master's Keyblade and returned to their old home.
However, Ven noticed something hiding in the corner. Chirithy unsure what to do, tried to remain out of sight. Ventus notices the spying Chirithy and calls to it with open arms. The Chirithy bounds over happily and leaps into his arms, cuddling him before Ven began to introduce his old friend to Aqua and Terra...
-Twilight Town-
Meanwhile, Roxas and Lea, now in his new clothes that Master Yen Sid gave him before the second Keyblade War, sat on the bell tower enjoying the sunset like they used to do. Xion, also in her new outfit, joined them. The three smiled as they were finally together, yet there was something still missing. Just then Isa, the former Organization known as Saïx, joined them and offered them all sea-salt ice cream. Everyone smiled as they each took one and Isa joined the group. A minute, Hayner, Pence and Olette joined them, with their own ice cream. The four smiled and greeted Roxas's friends.
As the seven of them enjoyed their ice cream as they watched the sunset a dark shadow, flew above them. While Hayner, Pence, and Olette were curious at what they saw, the others knew what it was easily...
-Radiant Garden-
Later, Ansem the Wise, Ienzo, and Even finished their latest project to revive Naminé Having been brought back to life using Dark Riku's replica vessel, she wakes up in the lab in Radiant Garden's castle. The three scientists smiled at this...
When she was able to walk, Dilan and Aeleus escorted her out of the castle where the Gummi Ship was waiting for her. Riku exited the ship, where he smiled at the sight of Naminé and offered her his hand to take her to their other friends. Naminé smiled and took it as they entered the Gummi Ship. With that, the ship flew away from the world, and headed back to the home world where Sora, Riku, and Kairi grew up...
-Destiny Island-
With everyone gather for a small get together minus Sora and Kairi, they spent their day playing on the beach. Riku, Roxas, and Terra raced each other as Mickey and Aqua cheered them on. Ven, Axel, and Isa played catch with one of Lea's old frisbees.
Naminé and Xion collected seashells near the water. Hayner, Pence, and Olette made a sand sculpture of Mickey, however, they were shocked by Donald's spitting image sand sculpture of himself. Donald showed it off to Goofy as he made the exact pose as his sculpture of himself. Goofy tried to warn Donald but it was too late when the frisbee knocked over the sculpture burying him in the sand.
Donald then lost his temper as he shook the sand pile off him. He then began yelling at the boy responsible, as Ven tried to and Kairi sitting on the Paopu tree watching the sunset, as they held each other's hands. Sora had successfully brought Kairi back. They held their hands tightly as they turned to each other and smiled. In Kairis arms was Harry who was wide awake and looking at the sunset. He looked at the two who smile back to their child,
"Welcome home Harry." Said Sora to his son watching the sunset.
/Hogwarts./
After leaving the boy at his aunts house. Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk anc popped a lemon drop into his mouth. /the potters are dead and the longbottoms are catonic. Black is in Azkaban and Lupin is out of the country. The Greengrasses have no say in the boys life. I have the loyalty of my Spy and My future weapon against Tom is at the place I want him to be. Ready to be sacrificed for the Greater Good. All is going according to plan./
His phoenix Fawkes shook his head at the plannings of the old man. The bird then flew off to find some food leaving the old man to his planning.
/End Chapter/
I'm redoing my Harry Potter x Kingdom Hearts crossover. This time I'm having him being raised by Sora and Kairi. The main pairing in this fic will be Harry x Daphne Greengrass cause there my favorite ship. There will be Dumbledore Bqshing, Weasley Bashing and maybe granger. I'm not sure yet on that part. Next Chapter will have Sora and Kairi meet with Yen Sid about their new son. Leave a like and review. Positive reviews pleases.
