Okay, a quick note to all you loyal readers you there: This is the SECOND version of my new story. Yes, you read it correctly, I wrote SECOND! What happened to the first, you may ask? Well, I was an idiot, that's what. I had some alone time at work, wrote the chapter, put an email to myself about it and then –
DELETED THE FILE BEFORE PUTTING IT ON THE EMAIL! Now some of you may think: hey, no biggie, you still have it somewhere like in the junk box, right? WRONG! I emptied the Junk box to make sure no one could find the story as I wasn't supposed to even be writing it while I was at work.
So yeah, this is the second version, the first is gone off to who knows where – sorry, didn't want to insult any believers or those having faith in certain religions so I decided to be a little wide framed about it – and while I sincerely hope that this will be as great as the first version – as that gave me goose bumps – well, fingers crossed.
Enjoy,

Venquine1990
PS. This version has been edited as of 20-02-2019.

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Chapter 01
The Destined Targets

26th of January 1996
Unknown Location
Luxord's POV

It's been half a year now since my defeat by the human form of Roxas, a brown haired Keyblade Wielder who goes by the name of Sora, but while some of my comrades from the old Organization have found new life in their reformed bodies, others have tried to join the New Organization, only to be destroyed and recompleted once again. Since then I have not heard from any of them.
After being destroyed by Sora's Keyblade – which had cut straight through my last set of Defensive Cards and thus through me – had I not found myself in a second reformed human body, but in a presence I have never truly believed in until now – no matter how much I spoke of this form of power to my fellow Nobodies.
Destiny itself is apparently a force that lives and thrives on the wellbeing of its citizens, the Islanders of Destiny Islands and while I have always felt it confusing and without proper reason that such a small world gained such a strong name, do I now finally understand how the name came to be due to the deity that found me.

Destiny herself had given me new life as a Nobody, all my powers restored and strengthened and my whole body stronger by just a little from before my fight – something that has actually taken the last six months to get done as Destiny apparently draws most of her power from the wellbeing of two of her Islanders – two who are often traveling.
Sora and Riku are basically both the cause for my destruction as well as the cause for me being where I am today and their many travels, both when they had their apparent Mark of Mastery Exam, which Sora failed due to a trap set out for him by Xehanort and the journey Sora took to find Kairi after stopping Xehanort from plunging the world to Darkness kept my revival at a standstill.
However, Sora returned a month after the battle was over, shocked and relieved to find Kairi there waiting for him as well as the rest and he promised both her and Riku he would not leave anymore. I myself, able to see this from the realm of Lady Destiny herself, was glad to hear this as that promise sped up the restoration of my own form.

And Sora had proven to be a boy – or should I say, growing man – of his word as, since that day – the twenty-fourth of June – he has not travelled to any other worlds or even away from their Main and Play Island and allowing my restoration to be done much faster than it was in that first month. However my completely reformed body had not been the last thing Destiny had planned for me.
She had other plans she wanted me to perform and those plans have now led me here to the amazing Manor House in front of which I stand, with dark stone walls and red bricks keeping the roof from the top floor and also surrounding all the glass-stained windows, which are only half of all the windows set into the building.
I try not to let my amazement for the structure, the several wide feet of gardens around me and the thirty feet tall walls surrounding the gardens keep me from my duty and so swiftly walk over the graveling pavement up to an amazing set of double doors that are made of oak and have iron bars holding them attached to the Manor.
There I knock on the door instead of using the amazingly well-designed knocker that is accurately shaped like a Griffin's head and a small creature with large, pointy ears that are pointed upwards to both sides of the creature's head and that have small tufts of hair sticking out at the ends of the ears opens the door for me.

"What you's be wanting? We being very busy here. This still year of works, you's know?" The being, which Lady Destiny told me is named a House elf, asks me rudely and I try not to show how offended I am as I had never expected such a small creature to have such a large mouth – no matter how many memories of Roxas prove this to be correct to me time and time again.
Instead of that do I answer with the message Destiny told me and say: "The Dog howls for the Missing Mother." And these words, while Destiny would not reveal their meaning to me when I asked, seems to shock the House Elf and before my eyes does the creature's entire demeanor change like the flipping of a card.
The creature bows low and aims for one of the doors inside as he says: "You's be going in there. You's be going there right away, honorable Messenger, while I's be getting the Mother. Yes, yes that be what Switchies be doing." And while I am almost confident that Switchies is not that House Elf's real name, do I enter the building.

Taking a quick glance to take everything up in me as I walk, do I find myself in an amazing stone walled entrance room with red stone for the floors – stones that actually feel warm underneath my shoes – and dark brown and onyx black checkered stones for the walls, while there are many doors in each of the side walls.
There are also many paintings adorning the wall, except for in the right back corner where a stone staircase with dark brownish red carpet covering the steps is located and the front left corner where a metal black staircase is also located and I feel comfortable with my surroundings as I enter the door in the far back left.
This is one of the only doors in the back wall – along with a large double set of doors, which I presume lead to the backyard, but instead of that does this door lead me into quite the fancy office with purple walls and dark purple draping over the windows that reach from ceiling to floor and have a curved top with red wooden frames.

There is also a dark burgundy red carpet onto the floor of which the color itself seems to radiate heat and while I know this to be a good thing in the cold – and naturally wet – country where I am at, does it still distract me long enough I don't instantly take notice of the woman behind the desk that is almost stationed against the back wall.
The woman seems to be in her early fifties, yet the small strands of white and grey in her dark brown hair might make people think different and the dark burgundy brown eyes that are hidden behind a pair of brown, square framed glasses, look at me in shock, something I take use off to further take in my current environment.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your snooping, but may I ask your reason for visiting me? I like to think I know all relations to my co-workers and other people living here and you certainly aren't a family member to either category." The woman then asks me, proving to me she can swiftly turn stern, even after getting shocked like this.

This alone makes my pride for the woman rise a little, yet I was given strict orders from Destiny and instead of answering, do I take my seat at the other side of her desk and mimicking how she holds her left wrist with her right hand, my eyes locking with hers in a silent staring contest until suddenly I notice something.
A set of hurried footsteps is coming ever closer and while the sound still sounds distant, do I hear it approach at quite the speed and just when the door barges open and a man almost falls through the doorway in his attempt to get in, do I break the staring contest with the woman to turn my full focus onto my target.
"What are you doing here? Do you know this man?" The woman then asks, but the man before me shakes his head and says: "Message – House Elf – out of – breath." The woman again turns to me, but while I silently allow for the package Destiny gave me to fall out of my sleeve and into my hand, do I answer her gaze:

"The Dog howls for the Missing Mother." And while I can hear the woman gasp behind me in bigger shock than that the man is currently panting to catch his breath, do I stand up and wait for the man to let go off his knees and stand up straight again before I walk past him and silently push the package into his hand.
The man tenses at the touch and I whisper in his ear: "Only in the Wolf's Den." Making the body tense at – what I can only assume – is me knowing such a secret code, yet I don't wait for either the woman to acknowledge my exit or for my target to revive from his shock and instead of that do I leave with the swiftness with which I came.
I pass the hall, the door, the large fields and the even larger walls of the gates around the Manor House and once I do this, do I feel the weight of the amazing wards both settle in, making me incapable of speaking about my latest location, as well as release me as my abilities of traveling now suddenly come rushing back to me.
Taking a moment to collect my focus over these abilities, do I swiftly make use of them and do I arrive in the one town where – for many members of Organization XIII it actually all began – Radiant Garden, where I instantly make sure to hide in the shadows of the nearest building as there are plenty of people here who can recognize me.

Not taking this risk as I know that Destiny is counting on me to get this part of my mission done, while all this is – as she said – only the beginning of the most powerful adventure I would ever experience and not me alone – do I switch into the clothes Destiny left me that also hold the package for my second target.
A white robe with checkered white and black hood and with a single black cord and several white and black lined buttons to hold the robe together and under this a pair of black ripped jeans that have a few holes around the lower legs and even one in the back of my left knee, along with a soft broken white t-shirt to top it all off.
All in all, I am currently wearing too much white to instantly be recognized for a former member of the Organization, but because I know that there are at least five people here who can recognize me in a heartbeat, do I take an extra security measure and do I draw up my hood, the black and white checkers hiding most of my looks.

I then focus on all I have learned while working for Organization thirteen and start hunting through the shadows, not for Heartless, but for a chance of spotting my target without being seen, even if my new clothes aren't exactly helping with that. Yet I push this thought away and focus on those I see in my nearest surroundings.
While doing this do I swiftly move from one shadow to the next, sometimes pretending to walk and a few times conjuring a book to extra cover my face with as Even and Ienzo – the human forms of Vexen and Zexion – pass me just when Juffie the Ninja suddenly jumps me and actually pulls my hood off.
I make sure the girl sees the glare I hide from my former co-workers with my latest book and the girl steps back in shock, something that apparently is lost to both the young geniuses passing me and I make sure to draw my hood back up before passing them, giving them curt nods as I do so to make sure they don't pay me any heed.
Then, after an hour and a few more attempts from Juffie to get my hood off, do I finally reach a circular plaza where I know I will be in need of my hood and book to make sure anyone seeing me can't have the time to also recognize me, when suddenly my target leaves the house in the South-East corner of the plaza.

Feeling relieved beyond words – something I would have thought impossible if I had still been working for the Old Organization – do I focus on the task at hand and while passing him with my book in one hand, am I unable to put the package in the man's hand as I pass him and I sigh, hoping my hood will be enough to cover me as I turn around and ask:
"Just a second! Lea, right? Once known as Axel?" And just that last question seems to draw the man's attention as he suddenly raises an eyebrow at me, but while I continue the hope that my hood will hide my face, do I make use of his shock and confusion to take a few steps closer, hoping to have another chance of delivering the package.
"What's it to you?" The man suddenly asks and while I feel relieved that the Flurry of Dancing Flames has yet to recognize me, do I take another step closer, making sure to keep to his side as I remember him to be one of the Seven Guardians Of Light and while I have no intention of getting cleaved through again with a Keyblade, do I answer:

"The Saviors Island bared its name for a Reason of Life." I pass on the message Destiny asked me to as I pass on the package and while Lea asks: "Care to be more specific, Mr. Cryptic?" But I shake my head and say: "I have my restrictions. Only if you remember the Island's name will you be able to understand. Only then, will she need you."
And while I wonder what Destiny would need Lea for as the Flurry just doesn't seem to match with my other target in anything but a need for answers, do I pass on the package that I had hidden in the sleeve of my robe and do I pass forward, ignoring the man's: "Hey, wait a minute. What's this? What's in here?"
Instead of that, do I send a powerful wave of energy at Juffie as she again tries to pull off my hood and while the wave has no harmful intended purposes, does it still shock the young teenage girl into a standstill, which makes Lea run at her to ask her if she's okay and by the time the two are looking at me again, have I vanished.

Vanished around the corner of one of the routes leading out of the circular plaza and over to a large house and then behind it, where the sun is being kept from the ground by the large structure. Here I lean against the building opposite, feeling energized by the Sun's radiance, but staying out of clear sight at the same time.
Then, knowing I am on a tight schedule and that I might have wasted time in looking around at my previous location so many times, do I snap my fingers and allow for my magic to show me the date and time. These two together make me smile and I say: "The twenty-sixth of January 1996, Happy 17th Birthday, Sora."

Okay, cliffie! I know!
I hate them too, but the story – CAME OUT EVEN BETTER! I thought I had goosebumps of the first version? That didn't even have Luxord's back story, Sora and Riku's defeat of Xehanort, a description of Destiny or Vexen, Ienzo and the ever motivated Yuffie in it, so that makes this one SO MUCH BETTER!
Okay, a little few things you need to know about this story. It will be CR, but then with both Books and Movies – you can guess for yourself who of Sora and Harry gets what. Also note that this story will contain quite a bit of Slash and will contain SoraxRiku and MysterypersonxSirius and LeaxHarry, with a Fem!Harry involved.
This second one has been – sort of – revealed this chapter and will be further revealed next, but I first want to see who of you knows who the mystery person is. Kiri Kaitou Clover and I already know, but this is because she inspired me to write this story in the first place so she deserved to know ahead of time.
Okay, see yah,

Venquine1990