Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Kingdom Hearts, but they own me.

A/N: I wish I had gotten a few reviews for the last chapter but that's behind us now … I hope somebody liked it and if so this chapter is for you, it's Harry and Sora's stories about joining together in the battle against the ultimate evil. Harry's story begins at the beginning of DH, personally being an HHr shipper I hated the books ending but that's just me. The chapter takes place during the Fourth (4th) chapter and going whatever way I want it if I ever figure out where I want it to go … Enjoy

Harry's Journey

"All right, all right we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" roared Moody over the hubbub and silence fell in the kitchen. Harry looked towards Hermoine, who seemed to struggling with some kind of internal battle, wondering whether to do something or not. Finally seeing the spark in the eyes of the prettiest Muggle-Born ever, Harry stared at her as she decided on what course of action to take, she chose to speak her mind "Harry, could we see your bedroom really quick?"

Everyone stared at Moody as if asking silently asking for permission, "Fine," Moody snapped after consulting his watch, "But make it quick, we have a schedule to keep!" Harry started to move towards the stairs leading to his room when Hermoine grabbed his arm and said in almost a whisper "Not that one, … the one under the stairs" she mumbled meekly.

Not a sound escaped the kitchen as everybody gasped thinking Hermoine must have made a mistake, or that they themselves were hearing things. Harry froze at the foot of the stairs and held his breath. He had enough people pitting him, he didn't need the Order to start. He slowly moved towards the tiny cupboard he had just left for what he hoped was the last time, but as usual things never work out for Harry as he hoped. He opened the door to the sounds of his friends and family gasping in shock and outrage.

Hagrid saw and heard none of this, being the biggest he decided to wait by the door until it was time to leave, but after seeing the commotion caused by the others he decided to take a peek inside. What he saw shocked him, Harry standing before a tiny cupboard, surely Harry had his trunk somewhere else, not in this little P.O.S. drawer. He wanted to know what was going on, "Harry, was' tha'? Is your trunk there?" The answer he received rocked him to his core.

"Actually, Hagrid, before you came for me this was my room, I was locked in and only allowed out to do my chores, or to use the loo, but only when they let me. I was fine only going once a day, it's not like I ever ate or drank enough to keep me going, let alone to fill my bladder." Harry stated as a joke but he got the feeling that it wasn't taken as such. True the injustice of it all still hurt, but in his mind he was already gone, free of this place forever. He felt ashamed, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen one, the only person able to defeat Voldemort, was standing before them asking for their pity, he could have said no to Hermoine's strange request or even denied the story but no, here he was, practically begging to be pitied. He hated himself enough already, what with Voldemort able to posses him and having to save the Wizarding world single-handedly, but to stand here and say aloud to his friends things that he swore he would never think about again, even Moody, the tough battle scarred Auror stood looking at Harry as if his childhood was the worst thing that he had witnessed.

As he looked from one anguished face to another, he feared what would be on Hermoine's face. She knew that Harry didn't want more pity, but it was horrible to hear about the cruelty he had suffered from his family. It was heartbreaking.