Nutso has brought you another Kingdom Hearts fanfic, only this time, with Harry Potter thrown into the mix!

"But, Nutso," you cry, "there are already millions of Harry Potter crossovers out there!" Well, my friends, there isn't a lot crossed over with KH, and none of them particularly fine quality. Thus, I humbly make my own offer.

BTW, this is the first fic my new Beta is a part of. Send some love to Digital Skitty. =D

Enjoy!

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Sora moaned in exasperation and sagged his head back against the headrest.

"Is there another one on the map now?"

Donald paused in his typing at the controls- an ability he had which confused Sora to no end- and turned irritably to look at him.

"No, Sora, we haven't sighted it yet. Just be patient," he quacked, feathery brow furrowed.

"Merlin said it was quite a flight from the castle to find it, a-hyuck!" Goofy chimed in. "I'm sure we're gettin' close now, though."

Sora groaned and slouched further down into his seat, wrinkling his clothes up. "But we've been flying for hours... and we don't even know if this world's really in trouble or not!"

It was quite clear to Donald and Goofy that Sora would remain argumentative no matter what they said, and so they remained silent.

Earlier that day, they had been summoned out of the middle of a battle in Agrabah into Disney Castle, where Merlin was waiting. He had explained to them that while he was going over the records of the different worlds in the King's library, he had unearthed a few documentations of a certain world.

"This world," he had said, "is in great danger of being taken over by Heartless. There are already corrupt and evil beings that have tried to rule it in the past, and according to the records, it is currently heading towards a war. That is the exact type of conflict the Heartless are after."

The trio had been quite alarmed, and asked why they hadn't been sent after it yet. Sora was halfway ready to make a run for the King's Gummi garage when Merlin's next words stopped him.

"The peculiar thing is that we haven't found any new traces of Heartless in that world's area. Despite the weak state their world is in, they haven't been overrun yet."

"Are you going somewhere with this?" Donald had asked rather snappishly, eager to go check the world out.

Merlin had sighed and groped about for a chair to sit down in. "I believe... that in order for this world to have not been taken over yet, one of two things must be true: either the world and its people have very strong hearts despite the unrest, or there is something more dangerous there keeping the Heartless away." He paused, and stared at the trio meaningfully.

It took them a few moments to get it, but when they did, it hit them like a ton of bricks.

"You mean... Organization XIII?!"

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So now, the three of them were soaring through space, looking for the as of yet unnamed world, and hoping that if there was anything there, it would be Heartless not Nobodies. Of course, the hero part of Sora was excited to be going to possibly save another world, but the average teenage part of him was just annoyed it was taking so long for them to find it.

He mumbled to himself, kicking one leg out and swinging it back and forth. After having gone through all the adrenaline-filled clashes of power he had, it was quite easy to get him bored. His amazement meter just wasn't what it used to be.

...not that anyone would find sitting in a rubbery aircraft and watching blobs of bluish-green... junk go by for hours on end remotely amusing.

He looked over at Goofy hopefully. "Hey... could I maybe fly it for a while?" he asked, pulling up the sweetest face he could muster.

Goofy looked a bit pitying, and perhaps would have agreed, had Donald not opened his bill angrily right then.

"Absolutely not, Sora. You're hardly computer savvy, and we don't need this thing crashing again," he quacked, still tapping away.

Sora sat straight up in indignation. "Donald! That was nearly two years ago, and besides, it was your fault too!"

The large, anthropomorphic duck looked away from the colourful flashing screen and scowled at Sora. "It was not."

"Was too!"

"You're delusional."

"Why you-"

Sora was cut off by Goofy's excited exclamation of "Look, fellas! I think we found our world!"

They both turned and peered out the front of the cockpit's window.

They were flying towards a giant bluish-black sphere, and they could see pinpricks of light shining through the darkness here and there.

"Whoah... sure is big..." Sora murmured. And it was. Sans The World That Never Was, it was the biggest world they'd come across so far.

"D'ya think there's somethin' wrong with it?" Goofy asked. "It's covered in black, just like Hollow Bastion was when the Heartless army was there."

Sora looked harder. "...No, I don't think so," he finally said. "With Hollow Bastion, it was like somebody covered the light with darkness, but here... it's just like, the dark is mixed in with the light."

Donald huffed. "Well, we're not going to figure out anything if we just hover here and stare. Let's go land already!"

"You got it!" Goofy turned the joystick, and they zoomed along the surface of the world's atmosphere, looking for a place to land.

"There's a bunch of blank space there, Goofy," Sora said and pointed to what looked like a field. He stared out the window at the vast blackness, seemingly lost in thought.

Goofy grinned, nodded, and turned the ship in for a dive.

They passed through the thin cloud layer with little trouble, but then encountered a problem.

"Uhh... guys..." Donald brought Sora out of his reverie. "There's something wrong with the controls..."

Sora peeked over at the screen Donald was commanding. It was flashing bright red instead of the usual multicoloured arrangement, and the buttons pad was emmiting tiny hisses and sparks.

Sora's eyes widened, and he stood up out of his seat. "What the heck is-"

"HEEEEEEEEELP!"

Both their heads snapped around to look at Goofy, but only for a split second, before the ship gave a violent swerve and they were thrown onto the floor.

"Goofy!" "What did you do that for?"

But it clearly hadn't been Goofy's doing. The humanoid dog was panicking, trying to right the ship, but it seemed nothing was happening. "The joystick won't work! It's not lettin' me steer!" he cried, checking hurriedly for any signs of a jam or other malfunction.

Then, the Gummi ship seemed to give a sigh, and all the lights went out.

All was silent for a moment.

"G-guys?" Sora's shaken voice came. "What's happening to the ship?"

He felt Donald's hand... wing touch his arm reassuringly. "I don't know, but we'll figure it- WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!"

The ship had remained stationary in the air for a few moments, then, in the middle of Donald's sentence, it had dropped straight down.

"We're going- to blow up- and die!" Sora screamed.

He heard Goofy yelling back to him. "No- the ship's- made of gummi- we'll only-"

Then, they came to an abrupt stop. The Gummi ship hit the ground with a crash that jarred Sora's brain, and he knew no more.

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"...so 'e's gripin' and complainin' about 'ow 'is wife is always botherin' 'im for money, and so I says, "Well, wot's she gonna do with it?" And the bloke looks at me and 'e says: "'ow should I know, I never give 'er any!"

Mundungus leaned back, howling with laughter at his own tale, as did the twins, Ron, and Charlie. Mr. Weasley struggled to keep from bursting out laughing in front of his wife, who only looked slightly bemused. Everyone else was too busy with their own conversations to bother.

Harry leaned back his chair, and saw Hermione shaking her head to his right. "Honestly, some people nowadays..."

He grinned. "Well, not everyone has impeccable morals and manners like you, 'Mione." He saw Ron nodding at her from his other side. "True, that."

Hermione's undoubtedly sharp-witted retort was cut off by Lupin standing up at the other end of the table and clearing his throat loudly. "If I could have everyone's attention, please..."

He was met with almost immediate silence.

"Er... thank you. Now, as I'm sure you have all realised, we are not in a very good position at the moment. I'm sure you have all been reading the papers, and know of the Ministry's continued neglect of our claims to Voldemort's return to power. This is nothing new."

Harry scowled; mentions of the Ministry and their idiocy tended to aggravate him these days.

"However... it seems we may have a new problem on our hands. Have any of you payed any attention to the Muggle news of late?"

The various witches and wizards looked around at each other, hoping for someone to nod in confirmation. After a few moments, Hermione sighed. "Yes, Profe- Remus. Are you referring to the sightings of odd... erm... animals that there has been such a confusion about?"

Harry turned to her in interest. "Animals? What are you talking about, Hermione?"

Lupin nodded at Hermione. "That is precisely what I am talking about. Arthur, surely they've mentioned something like it at the Ministry?"

Mr. Weasley rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well... you know how difficult it is to get word of anything 'round there nowadays... I do recall mutterings of Muggle unrest, however."

"Remus," Bill spoke up, "if they're becoming a problem for the Muggles, then why haven't they affected the Wizarding community yet?"

"We're not sure," Lupin spoke tiredly. "But... we believe it is only-"

He was cut off by a screech of metal coming from outside.

The people at the table jumped up immediately. "What the bloody hell was that?" barked Ron, colour drained from his face.

"Guys, look out the window!" Ginny yelled, pointing at a glowing orangey-yellow... block... blob that was raining down from the sky towards the Weasleys' vast backyard. Faintly, they could hear voices screaming.

"It's going to crash!" Harry shouted, tearing open the back door and running outside. "Harry- wait, don't!" He was closely followed by Ron and Hermione.

They stood at the edge of the front field, bracing for the impending explosion. "Isn't there some spell that can stop it?" Ron cried. "If anyone's in there, they're gonna die!"

Hermione was almost in tears from the panic. "I- I don't know any, magic doesn't work with technology, so there might not be one to stop a plane from falling!"

Harry squinted through the dark at the falling object. "Hermione... I don't think that's a pla-"

Then, the object hit the ground. The three friends screamed, and could vaguely hear the rest of the party running towards them.

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Harry opened his eyes slowly, confused about the lack of an explosion. Eyes scrunched, he tried to make out the blurry blockish object that had landed not a hundred metres from where they were standing.

He heard a gasp of, "Oh, my God-" and felt someone go past him. A split second later, he was following.

Bill and Mr. Weasley were prowling tensely around the side of the plane-like object, trying to find a door. As Mr. Weasley spotted what vaguely looked like a sealed opening, Harry stole up to the device and, after a moment of thinking, laid his hand against it.

"Harry! Don't touch it-" Hermione rushed to his side, throwing her own hand out warningly, but he cut her off. "It's fine... feel it, it's cold." And not only that, it certainly didn't feel like metal.

"What is it?" wondered Ron, feeling it as well. "It feels like... rubber or something."

"I've got it open!" came Mr. Weasley's excited voice. The group rushed around to where he was standing. Mr. Weasley bent so his front half was inside the craft. "Anyone alive in there?"

Harry came up behind him. "Let me try to get in, Mr. Weasley." Said man pulled his head back out and looked at Harry. "I don't know if that's such a good idea..."

"It's fine, besides, I could probably get through it a lot easier than you- no offense."

Mr. Weasley chuckled and stood back. "None taken. But if you see anything questionable, you come right back out, got it?"

Harry nodded in affirmation and crawled up inside the machine.

Everyone waited and held their breaths. Then, they heard a gasp, and sprung forwards. "Harry! You alright?"

"I'm fine, but there's a boy in here... and..."

Ron pounded on the side of the craft. "Spit it out, mate."

"...and a dog and a duck, and they're wearing clothes!"

There was a moment of utter silence.

Fred (or maybe George) spoke through the shock. "Well, whatever it was we thought was gonna be in there, I think we've got something ten times stranger."

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We're hoping this fic isn't going to crash and burn, which so easily happens when you're dealing with crossovers. But guess what? You can be a part of the solution! Help it stay on track by leaving comments, complaints, criticisms, and compliments as reviews! No, that's not an order, but it would be nice of you to comply. =D

~The Bad Nut