((SXH: Okay! So I really looked this over and thought about how shitty this story was at first, so I decided to change it to something a lot better. Be warned that this will not be a very happy story but later it will be. I hope you all enjoy this and little thing I cooked up and tell me what you think. For now, please, enjoy!))

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor do I own Harry Potter.

Warning: Use your imagination. It's rated M for crying out loud! Violence, cursing (both kinds), etc.

Enjoy!

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A Nobody's Love

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"It's so cold... So dark... Where am I?" said a small voice of a very small child. One who was sitting with his knees curled up to him and nearly crying. Although, no matter how scared and sad he should be, he couldn't cry or scream, even as the darkness swirled around him. "I need to see! I need light!"

All of a sudden, a white door appeared. It was clear as day to the boy's bright emerald eyes, yet gave off no light to his surroundings. The boy floated to it, hesitantly. Once there, he touched it. But, when he touched it, he recoiled. It stung him lightly, like a little bee would to a person's finger. He tried to open it; it burned his hands. He wanted to cry and be free of the darkness, but the door would hurt him if he touched it, maybe even kill him.

That was when the darkness began to curl around him. It felt different from before. It felt almost loving, like it understood his pain, as it caressed him and pulled him into an embrace. He let it curl around him and carry him off, finding comfort in the way that it petted his ink black hair. Gradually, he felt ground beneath his feet, but still no light. Unfortunately, he also felt what he remembered to be rain. It was a cold, icy rain that chilled the small boy to the bone. Even as hours passed, the rain made no indication of ever stopping.

"It's so cold... Is there anywhere I can go to get out of the rain? Is there any light here?" he asked to no one. He was soaked to the bone. He couldn't lift his head or else the rain would pour in his eyes. It was like he was in a shower that had long since used up all its hot water. He wanted to cry and bawl like the child he was, but no feeling came to him.

His eyes glazed over. He was beginning to give up. Then the ground beneath him began to shake and stir. A crack formed in the ground right below him, light spraying out of it. His eyes began to brighten again as-

"Harry! Wake up!" said the all too familiar voice of Hermione. Harry woke, slowly opening his eyes, his glasses nearly falling off his face from the force of Hermione's shaking. Harry straightened up, fixing his glasses, fighting off the oncoming headache.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Harry asked, stretching a little. When he did, the feeling of his joints popping and his muscles stretching brought a faint feeling of satisfaction. Looking out the window of the Hogwarts train, Harry sighed. They were on their way to their fifth year at Hogwarts.

"I could ask you the same thing," she countered.

"What?" Harry asked curiously. He seemed in a strangely good mood. It was like a facade that sent a small chill through all the people in the compartment. Hermione looked to Ron and then back at Harry.

"You were shivering quite a bit in your sleep, mate," Ron explained nervously. Harry looked at Ron, showing a confused expression.

"You also talked in your sleep..." Hermione added slowly. Harry's head shot back to look at her. He could have sworn he felt fear. Fear for what he might have said right then.

"What did I say?" Harry asked hesitantly, pouring some worry into his voice.

"You said... something like: Is there no light here? I don't know. Something like that," Ginny informed. This was when Luna piped in from her seat across from Harry.

"Actually, he said: Is there any light here?" Luna looked at Harry. "What where you dreaming about, Harry?" Harry shifted uncomfortably, not making any motion to speak.

"I'm only curious to know what kind of dream it was. From where I'm sitting, it sounds awfully depressing," Neville commented, looking at Harry with a little worry. Harry hesitated. He knew what the dream was about and had no intention of telling anyone, not even the ones he truly cared about.

"It was nothing. Just a bad dream," Harry assured rather pathetically.

"You're fibbing, Harry," Luna said dreamily. "We're your friends. You can tell us the truth." That tone she used. It was sweet and loving, like that darkness in his dream. It crawled under Harry's skin and made him shiver. They all saw him and thought it was just the thought of the dream he had. They would never think that it was the kindness that was shown to him. Harry thought for a few moments, not sure he should say anything at all. He decided to choose his words carefully.

"I'm sorry. It was just a memory, honestly," Harry replied and looked out the window. This made them all the more curious. None of them pressed him for more information, though they wanted to. But, for their friend's sake, they did not ask further. That did not keep them from making a mental note to ask some other time.

Harry watched as landscape after landscape passed by, in nothing but silence. He didn't even notice that Ron and Hermione left.

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All eyes turned to the door when they heard a soft knock. It opened to reveal a certain blond haired noble. Ginny immediately jumped up to Harry's defense. Harry didn't even turn his head to him.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Lost your dumb goons?" Neville asked. Draco sneered at him, but said nothing to him.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ginny said lowly.

"Save it, Weasel," Malfoy bit. "I don't have any bone to pick with you... yet."

"So, why are you here? If you want to pick a fight with Harry you've got another thing coming," Neville warned, setting down his plant just in case he needed to use his hands.

"Oh, shove off!" Malfoy snapped. "I just want to talk to Potter. Is that so bad?" Ginny and Neville frowned. Luna just smiled a little, causing Draco to give her an odd look.

"It is when it's you," Ginny countered. Malfoy gave her a sarcastic smile before frowning again.

"Like I said, I have no business with you. Either of you for that matter... Only Potter," Draco informed, looking straight at Harry. The younger boy didn't even look like he was paying attention. So Draco decided to ignore the others and say something that would definitely get the other's attention. "So, Potter, rumor has it that you live in a cupboard under the stairs. Is it true? If so, that is utterly pathetic. Can't even fight back to get you your own room? I wonder. Do you have any balls at all?" Draco narrowly dodged a punch from Ginny.

They didn't get to fight. They were stopped by the sound of Harry speaking. Though, something was off about it. What really stopped them was the fact that his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Believe me, Draco. There are worse things out there than you can possibly imagine. I live with those memories everyday with no solace except the wonderful company of true friends. And listen to me when I say, you know nothing of Hell," Harry murmured suddenly, but loud enough that he could be heard. His words caused everyone to stare at him. "I have been through hell and I will surely go through it again, if it is just to save one person or millions. But, you can say I don't have the balls to stand up to anything all you want, because I know that is not true and I can live with it, Draco."

Draco scowled at his given name being used by his mortal enemy. He grabbed Harry's arm and was about to yell at him but Harry flinched away yelling, "Don't touch me!" They all looked at him with wide-eyes. Draco had noticed the pleading look that flashed across his face, before it went to anger. He pulled away and went to the door.

"Look, I have a message to give from Uncle Sev," Draco said lifting up the note. "I tried reading it but it's in gibberish. I'm sure Potter knows how to read it." Draco tossed the note to Harry. In response, Harry merely put it in his pocket. Draco was about to leave when he changed his mind. The look on Harry's face bothered him and he felt like he should ask if he was okay. It was strange to see his enemy have such a pleading look in his eyes, and an anger... that looked false.

Draco stayed in the doorway and looked back at Harry, showing only a little concern in his eyes. "Potter, are you feeling all right?" The question shocked those in the room. Ginny saw the concern in Draco's eyes and wondered what was going on. Harry seemed to hesitate to answer. That was when they saw him shake his head 'no'. "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly, I feel numb," Harry said without a second thought. Nothing shocked them more. They didn't have time to question it for he continued with, "Why aren't your goons with you?" Draco thought on Harry's answer and decided not to linger on it.

"Those two baboons? They are just two idiots who don't know how to do anything. They don't even know I'm here," Draco said without a single regret. Harry looked up at Draco, his big green eyes shining brightly. "Besides, I would prefer to hang out with a different crowd." Harry smiled kindly.

"Well, what are you doing just standing there? Come and sit down, Stranger!" Harry smiled.

"Harry?" Neville asked.

"Harry, he was just insulting you earlier. Beside, how can we possibly trust a Slytherin?" Ginny ranted.

"Ginny, you know that if we linger on such petty things it will do no good to anyone. Besides, this isn't the first Slytherin I've trusted..." Harry informed, smiling to himself. "Everyone should have a second chance to make things right..."

"I agree. First impressions aren't always true. That is why second chances are given," Luna said dreamily. "Then there are those who are just bad at heart. Those are the people a person needs to watch out for and avoid, if possible."

"Luna's right. Draco had his second chance and he blew it! There is no way we can trust him!" Ginny argued.

"Ginny," Harry said in a stern voice, catching her attention. "You and I have a different opinion on this matter. You may have given him a second chance the minute he stepped up to you again. I, however, was waiting for him to change. I waited to see if he truly liked being with those two dumb blokes or if he wanted to try being my friend again."

"But, Harry-" Ginny tried.

"No 'buts'. If you don't like it, you can find yourself another seat somewhere else," Harry said sternly. Ginny huffed, not believing Harry had actually said that to her. Although, she did take her things and move to another compartment. Draco had to dodge her again, lest she knock him over in the doorway. "Draco, will you please sit?"

Something about Harry's voice just then, made Draco want to do as Harry said. He didn't know what it was but it was very compelling. Draco took Ginny's seat, sitting there a little awkwardly. Harry decided to break the ice by talking first.

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SXH: So? How was it?

Draco: Weird.

Neville: Agreed.

Luna: I like it.

Hermione and Ron: WHAT IN BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!

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