Disclaimer: I don't own 'Harry Potter' nor 'Dragonball /Z/GT'. If it is asked of me I will remove this script. It's pure purpose is for entertainment of the Harry Potter-Fans and the DBZ-Fans and not to offend any of the parties the various names etc belong to.
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Two blurs were zooming through the landscape. Where ever they collided, ground burst, earth shook and pure air pressure levelled everything around them.
You might be too shocked to ask, what it was about these blurs.
Well, first of they had different colours. One seemed purple, the other was black.
But if you slowed down time you could actually see what was causing the two blurs.
Two children not older then 12 years fighting a seemingly deathly battle!
There sheer moving speed was what caused only blurs to be visible and whenever fists, knees, elbows and other body-parts collided devastating power shook the earth and let the air flee in terror.
Nothing could even hope to withstand the power the two small warriors were emitting in their struggle and whenever one got lucky connecting the surroundings got trashed, not the body thrown threw them by force.
This battle continued for almost 7 hours and showed not only normal hand to hand combat but also lightning blasts of various strengths and uses so that it didn't even seemed the slightest bit off, that both seemingly were able to fly and hover threw the air.
Torn and battered but smiling ear to ear both children concluded their fight in the end.
The epic battle that left the whole area marked for years to come was only their good-bye-spar.
Tomorrow, the black-clad would be leaving for school.
The only problem was, that said institution was located in some other universe...
Well, with everything happening the last 8 or so years it wasn't to much extraordinary either.
You could see that it were boys, now that they were lazily … flying... to where they lived with their parents. Right down the path to 439 mountain area also known as Mount Paoz.
The most remarkable thing were two bushy ape-like tails – one around the hips each.
If their clothes weren't as shattered you would have probably mistaken the tails for belts, well whatever.
They had roughly around the same height and big muscles bulged from their bodies.
Both had short black spiky hair that only moments before was golden coloured.
There eyes had turned back too, from there azure bluish-grey colour to black respective an emerald green.
While the green eyed lad wore the remnants of one black fighting gi, the black eyed one must've been clad in an purple one.
Aside from the various rips and bruises there bodies were full of scars, memories of long forgotten but also recent battles.
It didn't look ugly though, seeing as the scars merely shimmered through their tanned skin.
You had to be close to disclose each of them accurately.
As they flew their home came in view. A small two-stories home, build by one martial arts legend Goku Son himself.
He and his wife ChiChi waited outsides for their troublemakers, a big feast ready to feed the two boys that'd be surely hungry after their spar.
They were both so proud of them.
Gohan had saved the world just 1 month ago from the evil being Cell and only 3 weeks later Harry had managed to gain control of the ascended Super Saiyan.
Goku was proud of both his sons.
Gohan's High School diploma had arrived 1 week before, as had Harry's invitation letter to Hogwarts. Never mind that he had already leaned the whole curriculum up to 5th grade in theory.
ChiChi was so proud of the two.
Tomorrow the nameless god would get Harry and bring him back to his own universe, were he would have 1 day for shopping before his first year at the magical school would start.
The details of everything were already made. Harry would get there, buy the stuff he still needed with his inheritance and sleep one night in some hotel.
Next day he would get to Kings Cross Station, some train-station in some city called London, from where the so called Hogwarts-Express would bring him straight to the school.
Whatever did await him there they didn't know but they could and would have postal exchange every one month.
There were still problems with Harry not being able to return for Christmas but during summer they'd see each other again.
Going to school in some other universe had to have some sucking parts after all.
How this all come to be you might ask? Well that's rather simple.
One time there was a big bad dark wizard called Lord Voldemord or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in short form. He assembled all kind of bad wizards that had some blood-decides-the-standing belief and they terrorised the whole wizardry world. Said followers were called Death Eaters.
Like many families the Potter's were in hiding, Harry barely older then one year when the death eaters came and killed his parents.
Harry got lucky. He was saved.
Voldemord himself died little time later when he attacked the Longbottom estate. While he did manage to kill most elders but the grandmother, Neville Longbottom soon came to be the Dark Lord's demise.
Said boy survived the killing-curse and killed Voldemord in the same moment.
That's why Neville Longbottom is also referred to as Boy-Who-Lived or Saviour-of-the Wizardry-World. He got famous in one night.
As some random fact he is only one year younger then Harry and Gohan, both who are 12 having spent 1 year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in preparation for the Cell Games.
Back to Harry's life.
He was adopted by the Son's few weeks after his parents were killed.
They are to be his caretakers till the young lord reaches maturity.
The little fact they life in some completely different universe nobody knows of, well except them anyway. How that is possible? Easy.
Some god showed heart and adopted little Harry in there name and dropped him on the floor-step with few instructions. Whatever Dumbledore can do, some unnamed god can do too! Better then Dumbledore himself anyway.
Goku and ChiChi both remember back then.
Little Gohan slept peacefully and they were snuggling on the couch when suddenly Goku jumped up. There was some giant energy in front of their door only to vanish seconds after.
When they looked they saw a little Harry bundle, complete with instruction letter, blanket and Harry with ape-tail.
The instruction letter explained the basic happenings and that Harry's DNA was changed by the unnamed child delivering god to almost match Gohans. Only his own characteristics.
Of course the Son's did the right thing and friendly welcomed their newest sleeping family member.
ChiChi wanted more children anyway and Harry and Gohan sure looked cute back then...
That's how Harry Potter came to be Harry Son Potter.
After dinner the two boys went both to sleep. Goku and ChiChi however reminisced these old times on their couch.
The next day came way too fast for anybody. It was 14 when Harry was taken away by the unnamed god. The rest of the Son family already started missing him few seconds later.
Harry on the other hand didn't get any time to miss them. Sure he had read about the world. He knew most of history, geography and whatsoever but it was still overwhelming to finally be there.
The unnamed god ushered Harry to Gringotts where they got him full access to his family vault.
Having some god helping with this stuff surely is some big advantage.
With his Lordship-ring on his left hand and some sac full of money they moved on with buying a wand, robes, other stuff and the few books he didn't already have. They even got some magical trunk because it would take notice if Harry continued to use HoiPoi-Capsules.
His wand of course was without tracking charms, being Lord of an ancient and noble house sure does have it's advantages, hasn't it?
He didn't need any animal so they didn't buy one but the unnamed god had one last present for Harry.
It was one black leather-porch. It always held exactly 7 senzu-beans, no matter how much you got out or how many you filled in. It was indestructible too and bound to Harry.
The god reasoned that Harry's eating habits would take too much notice, if he hadn't one steady amount of senzu-beans. One used each of the 3 big meals and he could easily settle for normal sized rations. One senzu-bean can feed a normal human person for ten days, if you don't know.
With that they bid their goodbye at the Leaky Cauldron were Harry spent the night.
He also started missing his family slightly but then again, this was all so new and big and he couldn't really help but feel major excitement. It's really lucky that Saiyan's only need to sleep 4 hours a day. Otherwise Harry would have had some real problem the next day.
At the same time Harry was in bed at the Son home everything seemed likewise.
Gohan peacefully slept in the room he formerly shared with his brother and the Son elders were both in their bedroom at least, even if they weren't sleeping like in dreams but more like sleeping with each oth..- well never mind.
And the next morning came and saw 12 year old Harry Son Potter at Kings Cross Station looking at some clinker-wall with something akin to amusement.
Said clinker-wall separated the platforms 9 and 10. So were the heck was platform 9¾?
He had some idea seeing as he felt several ki structure's seemingly moving behind the wall.
Their ki only reached out from this side of the wall so he thought it might be some kind of magical barrier.
But how shut he come threw it to the other side?
He had several ideas as for now.
Idea 1 was the typical saiyan thinking: blast it with ki ball!
Idea 2 was the typical Goku Son thinking: simply punch or walk threw it!
Idea 3 was the typical Ox-Princess thinking: ask someone!
Harry opted for the second idea. If he used a ki blast and it came simply threw he might kill everyone behind the wall. Opposite if it didn't came through.
If he asked someone there was big chance he asked some muggel, what was what wizards seemed to call non-magical people. He still would refrain from calling Vegeta that way.
Anyway he simply moved his hand at the wall to test it's density and was surprised that it came through the surface without any resistance. So he simply walked through it.
Maybe he should do things more often like his father would!
On the other side of the wall-barrier-thingy awaited him some real big platform and some even bigger red monstrosity what had to be the train.
Well he had never seen one before so you can't fault him now can you?
Some people gave him curious looks and he began to think that maybe it wasn't all that clever to wear one of his black gi.
On the other hand it was wearing one gi or wearing one gi plus one robe so he opted he wouldn't attract as much attention with a visible gi then a visible robe.
Furthermore he felt really comfortable in it so why should he care what the people thought of him anyway? His mother would say that it was important what people thought of you but then again he fared quite well with a solution his dad would use mere seconds before and his dad didn't really care what people thought of him.
So once again he saw the benefits in Goku's way of handling things.
His dad would be so proud of him!
Harry entered the train on the door nearest to him. He looked for some empty compartment to use to get one robe over his gi.
His robes and his other stuff were all in the magical trunk he had bought yesterday and said trunk was in one HoiPoi-capsule which in return resided in his indestructible senzu-bean-porch that was fixed at his gi-belt.
Once he found one suitable compartment he quickly decapsulized his trunk and got one robe out of it.
He pulled it over himself and was pleased with the result. His gi wasn't visible anymore.
Quickly to capsulize the trunk once again he put the HoiPoi-capsule back in his porch and closed his eyes.
As time went by many upper-year students came and went in search for friends or empty compartments. Nobody really wanted to sit with some first year.
It was only a few minutes before the train would start it's track as the door opened once again.
This time there was some bushy-brown-haired girl that seemed to be in his age group.
She seemed somewhat shy and awkward when she asked, whether she could sit there.
That piped Harry's interest.
"If you want to sit here of course you can." Harry answered her question politely.
"Name's Harry by the way" he said quickly inwardly scolding himself for almost forgetting to answer with his name like his mother always told him to.
The girl's face brightened up immediately as she replied a "Thank you very much Harry" and continued to move her trunk in the compartment.
When she was seated she continued with
"I'm Hermione Granger. So are you a first year too?"
"Yeah, I'm really excited to see what's it gonna be like in Hogwarts." Harry answered.
Then he asked
"Tell me, why did you ask if you could sit here? I mean, the whole compartment was empty besides me and you seemed somewhat distraught too."
As her head lowered a bit and she blushed he quickly said
"Sorry for asking. If you don't wanna answer you don't have to. I really like your company."
At this Hermione looked him in the eyes for a moment before quickly looking to the side.
It didn't really help, he had seen the tears glistening in her eyes and that made him feel bad immediately. He cursed himself for his stupid curiosity.
She answered meekly, that she was muggleborn and people didn't want to sit with her because of that. Apparently she had been told off rather harsh by some other first year she's asked the compartment next to this. He was some pureblooded blond boy and the whole compartment seemed to laugh at her when she asked.
"Don't mind them Hermione! I guess there are some idiot's everywhere. I mean I'm new to this whole stuff too. If you want to, we can be friends."
With this Harry extended his right Hand to her. She didn't take his hand but captured him in a bone-crushing embrace while saying "I'd like that. Thank you." before sitting back with some whole body flush upon her actions just now.
Harry simply did the Son grin, hand behind his neck.
"So you are muggleborn too, Harry?" she asked her new friend much happier the events beforehand already pushed aside.
"Well technically no" came his reply. "My natural parents were both magical, but my mother was muggleborn so that'd make me some halfblood. They died when I was a baby and I was adopted by a family you could refer to as muggles."
If the 'could refer to as muggles' part did take any special notice on her part she didn't show it, but for the life of his he couldn't lie and settled for what was truth in some way.
"My full name is Harry Son Potter" he quickly added "with Potter being my birth name and Son the name of my adoptive family."
They chatted all the way to Hogwarts about all kind of stuff, some of which would be considered normal stuff like hobbies and their parents and mostly the curriculum of the first year both of them already had worked through.
She really found interesting to hear him being big time into martial arts like the rest of his family and would have never guessed that you could get a living with that.
They also tasted some of each of the wizardly sweets Harry bought when the sweet-carrier-witch came by there compartment.
The train finally stopped and they were told to leave their trunks in the train. They'd be brought to the castle later on.
Harry simply decapsulized his trunk. Hermione didn't ask having read about shrinkable trunks before but never seen in action. Harry was relieved he wasn't asked to explain about HoiPoi-Capsules.
All the first years assembled by some big guy called Hagrid who brought them to the amazing castle that'd be their school for the next 7 years to come. The tour over the lake was pretty romantic, not that the first year's noticed it anyway.
It was late evening and you could already see the stars. There were fireflies dancing on the surface of the lake and some jack-o'-lanterns too.
In the castle they waited in front of some big wooden gate where the deputy-headmistress McGonagall explained they'd be tested for there house soon enough.
Some red-haired boy made himself known telling his brothers had told him they'd have to wrestle trolls and stuff like that.
Both Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes at this having read 'Hogwarts – A History' beforehand and knowing about the sorting hat.
Hermione still was very nervous nonetheless and only calmed down when Harry grabbed her hand and gave it an reassuring squeeze.
After abusing the red haired idiot now identified as Ron Weasley the blond Draco Malfoy soon found his eyes on the mudblood he'd met on the train.
He didn't recognize the boy on her side however and decided to test him.
He strolled over and Harry felt Hermione's hand squeeze his harder.
"I haven't met you before so tell me what's your name, I'm Draco Malfoy, pureblood." Draco came to Harry while ignoring Hermione.
"Harry Son Potter. I've heard of you before, Draco." Harry replied.
Malfoy's eyes gone wide. "Harry Potter? Your family is one ancient and noble one. Surely you don't know of the girls" Draco spat that "heritage, Lord Potter. I'm to believe she's muggleborn."
Hermione gave a quick glance to Harry upon hearing the blond boy call him 'Lord' but thought to ask him later about it. He just squeezed her hand once again and replied:
"Of course I know about Hermione's parents, Draco, but she is my friend. Surely you know that the ancient and noble house of Potter doesn't sort people after the purity of their blood. If not, I'd like you to remember that fact well. I wish you luck for the sorting, but refrain from insulting my friends in the future."
Whatever it was Draco was about to reply was cut short by the opening of the big hall and start of the sorting ceremony.
Unbeknown to Harry, one boy was really amazed how well he had handled Malfoy Junior.
Neville Longbottom seemed to be confident on the outside, while he was the most nervous boy of the lot in fact. He admired Harry's skill to tell Draco Malfoy off without insulting any party.
The chubby little boy-who-lived would write his Grandma about the situation as soon as possible.
Hermione was also impressed by how formal Harry sounded that moment. One more thing she had to ask him later about.
The Son boy himself didn't really find anything extraordinary he had done. The Son family were royalty after all. Stuff like that he and Gohan did learn when they were about 3 or 4 years old.
So all the first years nervously strolled into the big hall, each with own thoughts.
Harry and Hermione both didn't notice that their hands were still connected though.
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I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter of my first fanfic ever. Seeing that English isn't my mother-tongue I hope you will overlook the grammatical errors and whatsoever.
I warn you that I am a very lazy writer and I personally don't know when the next chapter will be released but it will be released, that's for sure.
Furthermore I don't like OC's but am the first to admit that they do have their uses. So please don't scold me for the use of 'unnamed god' but I needed something to link the different 'universes' together. You won't be reading much about him anyway.
Pairing isn't decided yet, but I think it would be best if I go with HHr. If you got other ideas please let me know. Personally I'm a fan of Harry-Daphne and Harry-Hermione pairings. I dislike slash and harem so you won't read about it, k?
Furthermore I'm not entirely sure if this is actually crossover or not. I have some ideas as of how to make it an actual crossover later on but for now it will be your general super-powered Harry fanfic staring Neville 'The Boy Who Lived' Longbottom. Hope you guys don't mind too much.
Well then, till next time.
Oh and pls somebody explain to me how to do breaks. They vanish each time after saving the changes in the document.
That's why I inserted the horizontal rulers or whatever =)