Not Heaven, Not Hell, But Somewhere In Between

By Little Trickstergirl

Dragon Ball Z / Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Dragon Ball Z. However much I wish I did, we have agreed that I do not have the brains necessary to create such works.

I know that this kind of story has been done before and I've read a lot of them. However to my displeasure they either do not update or the story takes a turn that does not satisfy my imagination. So please enjoy. Oh and don't be to hard with the flames. This is my first attempt at a crossover. I have a few ideas but other wise I'm just seeing where this story ends up. REVIEW PLEASE.

Chapter One: THE BRAT WILL NOT BE GOING!

The mountains were always peaceful and relaxing any time of year. And that's definitely what he needed. Especially with this hectic life. He leaned back against a tree, taking a deep breath of clean air, a book clutched loosely in hand. A few rays of sunlight broke through the leafy canopy above and warmed his face. The young boy's ears beheld nothing but the soft buzzing of the bees and a light breeze in the grass. This is what they had been fighting for, he decided. Among other things , they'd fought to preserve this simple bliss. To bad it had come with high prices.

Gohan pulled of his shirt, revealing a very muscular chest and leaving him in only a loose pair of black jeans. He stood up and stretched, yawning before wandering over to a nearby waterfall. It was one he could remember his dad taking him to go fishing. Memories of Son Goku flashed though Gohan's head. Dead. Gohan looked down into the water, his reflection staring back at him. What he saw didn't surprise him. A blond, spiky haired, green eyed , 11 year old boy. His chest still scarred from his battle with Cell. Only a month ago he'd fought the android, and after becoming cocky with power, got his father killed. I seemed longer than that.

He traced a particularly deep scar lightly with a finger. It ran from his left shoulder, diagonally down his body, and stopped just above his jeans. This was a scare he would likely carry for the rest of his life. Gohan nodded to himself. He was glad it would stay with him, in a weird way. He would use it to remind himself never to become to cocky when fighting a powerful opponent. It could cost you a life.

Gohan took a quick look around the clearing. Warily he picked up his shirt and flung it over his shoulder, book still in hand. His eyes darted from side to side. A smirk appeared on his face, one that would have done Vegita proud. He saw them before they saw him, and with a burst of speed he appeared behind them. He grabbed both by there collars and threw them into the waterfall. A minute later a tall, wet, Namek surfaced gasping for air. He was followed by a very unhappy, soggy looking , Sayian Prince.

"BRAT!" Vegita yelled, immediately powering up to Super Sayian, while Gohan tried to play the innocent. But the effect was kind of ruined by the now hug smirk and attempt at hiding hysterical laughter.

"GOHAN! If you weren't just a kid I might kill you!" Piccolo threatened , wringing his turban dry. Done, he took a look at the demi-sayian rolling on the ground crying hysterically, the now blond Sayian Prince swearing and raging in every language he knew, plus Sayian, and then some.

Piccolo picked Gohan up by his collar meaning to throw him into the water like he did to the Namek. Vegita soon ran out of swear words and contented himself by suggesting revenge to the Namek. However Gohan simply wiped his tears and, still chuckling, managed to twist around and flip Piccolo into a tree.

When his friend glared at him, the blond boy shrugged. "Serves you right for trying to sneak up on me. I take it you were looking to get your butts kicked again, out of Bulma's sight.

Vegita took that as the last straw. "I don't care if you did defeat Cell! You need to learn to respect your Prince!" He threw an energy beam at Gohan before phasing out of sight. The boy dodged the beam only to land right in the path of Vegita's left foot. A bit of blood trickled down the Son's chin. And Vegita soon found himself on the wrong end of a Masenko. "This means WAR!" The boy yelled happily. He might have been Goku's son but he still enjoyed fighting as much a Vegita. Piccolo shrugged and jumped into the battle as well, not to be the one who missed out on a good spar.

Half and hour later, in the middle of August, a blond haired boy was standing only in a pair of ripped black jeans, hands clasped at his side. Nothing could stop him now. "KA…ME…HA…ME….HAAAA!" Piccolo was rooted to the spot , nothing could save him now. Nothing except………"GOHAN!" The blue beam disappeared into nothing before it even touched Piccolo. Vegita picked himself out of the water where he'd been dunked by the demi-sayain again.

Gohan sighed and picked up his shirt and book again. Somehow they'd survived the barrage of energy beams, but Gohan never would figure out just exactly how. The only thing that could stop him. His mother. And she was 10 times more strict at the moment. Vegita shuddered at the voice. "Brat, I don't know how you put up with her. Kakkarote must have been insane to marry her." Piccolo nodded and winced as Chichi yelled again. "GOHAN GET BACK HERE NOW!" All 3 males shuddered in unison. They'd all been on the wrong end of her Frying Pan of Doom at one time or another. "Well…I don't make out any better now, she's pregnant. I wonder how dad survived my birth?" Gohan wondered out loud. Piccolo just looked at him. "I don't know why but the pricklier you momma got the more he loved her." Unison shudder again.

"GOHANNNNNN!" The entire forest shuddered.

"I don't pity you at all Brat. But we'd better get down there and see what she wants." Vegita replied grudgingly. Gohan grinned, "Last one back gets a taste of the frying pan. GO!" And the forest was the only witness to the most terrified men in existence.

"I'm right here mum." Gohan yelled as he entered the clearing his house was built in. She was standing out side talking to a very old looking man in very peculiar clothes. He was wearing bright violet and pink pin stripped robes, and a bright green witches hat. His hair was very white and his beard was so long it could have been tucked into his belt. The man was obviously very old and frail beneath his bulky robes and he held a polished stick in one hand and a thick letter in the other. Chichi was wearing her traditional Japanese housewife outfit and slippers as always with her hair tied up in a stiff bun.

The thing that Gohan found most interesting about this new visitor was his twinkling blue eyes hidden behind half moon glasses. The man turned around in time to see Gohan enter the clearing with Vegita and Piccolo close behind. He smiled at Gohan and looked very interested at his companions. However after that first look Gohan paid little attention to the visitor. Instead his eyes as were the other two's , were drawn to the Frying pan that Chichi was holding loosely in hand.

Chichi's P.O.V

Chichi stopped her conversation with the man to turn to her son and his friends. Her eyes narrowed. She never had approved the friends her husband had acquainted her son with. And this offer of the old man's was the perfect chance to let Gohan get away and meet some new people. Some his own age. She could get to teach him little more as he had just completed a University test the other day and passed with flying colours. He had a P.H.D and his Masters. And he was only 11. She was so proud of her little Einstein.

Dumbledor's P.O.V

Albus Dumbledor, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, look on in amusement. He's seen the blond haired boy run into the clearing and took a quick assessment of him. He was only 11 years old he knew, but Son Gohan looked older. He was clearly very strong, and intelligent. The headmaster could read that in his eyes. He had scares on his chest, and his jeans were ripped in various places.

Non the less, the boy was obviously well cared for. Dumbledor looked in interest as he raced 2 others across the grass. One was only a little bit taller than Gohan but considerably older. His clothing was ripped as well and there was a bit of blood on his chest. Behind them came a very curious being. He had dark green skin and an antennae stuck out from under his turban. All 3 were obviously very fit at the speed they were going. He felt the boy's calculating eyes on him, but just for a second. He watched in amusement as they all slowed down eyeing Mrs. Son or Chichi as she'd told him to call her. He saw each of their eyes glance apprehensively at the frying pan in her hand. Dumbledor could only guess why. But he wouldn't be guessing for long.

The Japanese woman proceeded to chastise them with her tongue before wakking them each soundly over the head with the frying pan as hard as she could. The headmaster was a little taken aback by this but didn't let it show. Apparently this was a common occurrence, to the obvious displeasure of them all. Dumbledor took a moment to assess the green eyed boy. Yes, he had an extraordinary amount of magical power in him. The professor would be willing to bet the boy would be either a Griffindor or a Ravenclaw.

End P.O.V's

Normal P.O.V

After getting soundly wacked with the frying pan. Chichi introduced the old man to Gohan. "Gohan this is Professor Dumbledor. He's got an excellent proposition for you." Gohan bowed politely to the old man and smiled at him. There was something about him he liked. Professor Dumbledor looked very pleased about something and smiled back.

"Hello Son Gohan. Well you know my name. I'm the headmaster of a very special boarding school in Britain. I've got a letter for you." Dumbledor indicated the letter in his hand and handed it to Gohan. He read.

Son Gohan,

The Quaint Little Cottage,

Mountain District,

Japan.

Mr. Son

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Hogwart Express will be leaving Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station in London at precisely 11 am. In closed you will find a list of books, robes, and other school supplies. We hope you will join us at the start of term on September 1st.

Minerva Mcgonall Deputy Headmistress

Gohan opened the rest of the letter and found very strange items. A cauldron, a set of dragon hide gloves, ect. He looked up at the adults with a twisted smile on his face. "You've got to be joking me." he told his mother and Dumbledor. Vegita snatched the letter away and read it with a sour face. Piccolo did the same. "No Mr. Son I'm afraid I am not kidding you. And I find it hard to believe that you of all people will not believe in magic." Dumbledor took out his wand and transfigured a rock into a cat and back again. The look on Gohan's face quickly changed from skepticism to wonder to an extreme wish to learn how magic works.

"Wow, can I learn to do that." He asked Dumbledor. The old man smiled. "Well it's not the kind of thing 1st years learn but eventually yes." Gohan immediately started firing questions at the headmaster. What was the thought behind the spell, theory, where did magic originate from? And Dumbledor was only too happy to answer the questions. He's not seen a 1st year student to ask such questions in a very long time.

They were having a very serious discussion on the philosophy of using magic for Good or Evil when Vegita decided that his impute on the subject of Gohan going to a wizarding school was required. "HE WILL NOT BE GOING!" The spiky haired man roared unhappily. There was no way that he was going to lose his only sparing partner who could prove him a challenge. Especially since Kakkarote died.

Both males turned to look at him. Chichi ran out of the house where she had decided to get some work done. Piccolo looked up from his meditation in time to see Chichi give Vegita multiple whacks with the Frying pan. Dumbledor turned from the scene and addressed Gohan, who had a very serious look on his face. "Does she do this often." He asked above Vegita's yells of mercy. "OW WOMAN STOP IT.. OUCH.. AHHA!" Gohan looked up at the man. "Usually only when one of us misbehaves. But she's pregnant and that means her mood swings are considerably more violent."

They sat back and watched Chichi beat the hell out of Vegita until she tired. After she got back in the house Gohan smirked slightly and shot Vegita with a small energy beam to wake him up. Vegita just glared at him and would have attacked back if Piccolo hadn't knocked him out again quietly. Dumbledor sighed. "Well I don't know about you Gohan, but if you board here I could take you shopping for you school supplies today. I've go nothing better to do myself. " Gohan considered for just a second and nodded at him. "Just let me grab some money and get dressed."

A little while later Gohan stepped out of his house and grinned at Dumbledor. He had powered down so that his hair was back to it's normal spiky black and his eyes were the same. He explained it to the headmaster when he asked. He was wearing a traditional Japanese white shirt that emphasized his muscles. ( Like the one Master Roshie always wears) He had another pair of undamaged black jeans on and a pair of slipper shoes ( Once again the ones they always wear with their outfits). He had a considerable amount of money as his birthday present from Bulma.

Gohan nodded to The headmaster. "Hold on tight." Dumbledor warned. "And don't let go whatever you do." The young boy nodded and in a flash they were gone. Vegita crash landed seconds later on the exact spot. He picked himself up and dusted his clothes off. Muttering about crazy old men, cats that turn into rocks, and Kakkarots Brat, he flew off towards Capsule Corp. Never suspecting he would get no sympathy from his wife.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well what did you guys think. Next chapter I think we will have them meet Harry and the Weasleys. Have that whole Lockhart episode. Oh and I think some Draco Bashing. Sorry for all you who like Draco. He may yet become good. Or at least make friends with Gohan. But I think I will but Gohan in Griffindor. Object if you want him in another house. Other wise he will be in with Harry and Co. I think I'll make him be great friends with Ginny.

Well don't forget to REVIEW. Cause there will be no updating until you do.

- Littletrickstergirl