A/N I: I'm revising this A/N, because it was horrid. So, this is my brainchild, born of the brainchildren of Akira Toriyama and J.K. Rowling (Dragon Ball Z and Harry Potter, respectively). It's a fanfiction of firsts, some of which aren't firsts any more, since I've uploaded other stories since beginning this rather massive project of mine. In any case, the fanfiction remains my first darkfic, although, given the way the story's been panning out, it won't be as dark as I had envisioned. There will still be some darkdarkdarkasthisfont moments in it, but those will mostly be in the form of Harry's memories of what Neville had done to him over the seven years they both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The fanfiction still remains my first xfic (my shorthand for crossover fanfiction), and it may continue to be my first yaoilemon fic, should I not write something else before I get to it in this story.

Warning: There will be spoilers from all seven Harry Potter books spread intermittently throughout the fanfiction, so, if you haven't read them all (in which case you probably shouldn't be looking at anything involving Harry Potter and fanfiction), take care not to spoiler it for yourself. Also, there will be character deaths. Some permanent, others not, obviously; this is Harry Potter and Dragon Ball Z.

Anyway, enjoy the fic, and please review. It would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ or HP or even both, I would be very lucky. However, seeing as I am not incorporated, Japanese, a woman, English, or assorted publishing companies...I am neither lucky nor the owner of Harry Potter or of Dragon Ball Z. I make no profit, and don't plan to. If I did, I wouldn't be posting this on a fanfiction website. And if I did, I'd have a hell of a time doing it because none of these various characters or places are mine.

Many thanks to my beta reader of the first three chapters, Willikins. Check out his profile at http : / www . fanfiction . net / u / 726313/ Willikins (minus the spaces). He's got a great fic going, but he needs motivation. Be his motivators, people! I'd definitely recommend you read "Chronicles of an Affair" if you like Pokémon fanfic. It's very good, and it's very well written, for a male yaoi writer. ;p

MagicKi: An HPDBZ Story

Chapter 1: When Wizard Meets Saiya-jin

"This" - is dialogue.

'This' - is thought.

This - is emphasis, in place of CAPSLOCK.

xXxXxXx - is change in perspective.

This - is a memory/flashback.

It was midday at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Overhead in the courtyard, students chased after each other on their various Cleansweeps, Nimbus 2000s, Comet Two Sixties, and, if the students were either very rich or very lucky(or both), Firebolts. There were no Quaffles, no Bludgers, just students laughing, dodging, performing aerial tricks. Not a care in the world. In the courtyard below, more students were studying, lounging, chatting, or cuddling their current boyfriends and/or girlfriends. Not a care in the world, except mayhap for the students bolting through the air hundreds of feet overhead as fast as their assorted brooms would allow.

Inside the vast stone walls of Hogwarts, there were few students. A stray student here and there, on their way to their common rooms, to the Great Hall, or even to the library for some serious studies. Most of the students were outside, enjoying the glorious weather. By and large, a relatively peaceful and carefree atmosphere.

As one were to progress toward Gryffindor Tower, however, one might notice the atmosphere, by degrees, get denser, more sorrowful. The higher up the tower, the more drastic the change. Yet, if one were extremely sensitive to the emotions around him or her, one might notice a sort of...dark amusement, as well. Maybe vindictive righteousness. Maybe even glee. But over all of those, there was a sense of gloom, of despair tinged with fury, pervading the air. And as one reached the portrait of the Fat Lady who guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, one would hear sobbing.

Said sobbing came from a raven-haired, emerald-eyed boy currently bawling his eyes out into the shoulder of a brunette girl slightly shorter than him. The girl silently held the dark-haired lad while a tall, red-haired boy paced like a caged lion, brown eyes alight in fury at one student.

"Damn that Neville Longbottom! Damn him to fucking Hell!" Ronald Weasley swore vehemently. Hermione Granger only continued rubbing her crying friend's back, making soothing noises in a futile attempt to calm the sobbing boy.

The boy in question was none other than Harry James Potter, age 17. The savior of the Wizarding world, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived. His moments of weakness he only showed to three of his closest friends, two of whom were with him. The third, a certain silver-blonde, pointy-faced Slytherin, wasn't allowed in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry's shoulders finally stopped heaving, his sobs started to lessen. He raised his head to look at Hermione, his puffy green eyes silently thanking her for being there. Hermione only smiled sadly, pulled out her wand, and began cleaning Harry up. They had been putting up with this for seven years now, Hermione and Ron had. They were personally at a loss as to why Harry refused to go to a professor or to McGonagall. Harry always told them whenever they asked that "it was between me and Neville". So Ron and Hermione could only watch as Neville continued to torture Harry in every way he could. 'Thank Merlin Harry's so resilient,' Hermione thought as she finished up.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said with only a slight hiccup. His lip had stopped quivering, and his eyes had begun to harden again. The other two knew better than to draw Harry out of the shell he stayed in; the last time Hermione had tried, she'd nearly been on the receiving end of rather powerful Stunner. That shell was what kept Harry sane and not completely hopeless. Without that last defense, Harry's soul would dim until Harry would do something irreversibly self-destructive. All because of Neville.

Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter had met each other on the Hogwarts Express on their way to Hogwarts for the first time. Harry had come away from that initial encounter with a split lip. He could remember with clarity how he, Ron, and Hermione had become friends.

Harry ran through the train, trying to get away from that crazy kid who'd attacked him on sight. His lip throbbed and his eyes were stinging from tears unshed. "What did I do to you?" Harry cried as he ran. His foray into the Wizarding world had been going so well. He'd gotten onto Platform Nine-and-three-quarters with no trouble; he'd watched a family of flame-haired wizards run straight at the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten. He himself had done the same. He didn't ask for help; he'd been self-sufficient for a long time. He'd had to be, growing up with a negligent pack of "Muggles" like Vernon and Petunia Dursley and their son Dudley, who was Harry's age. Harry had thought the Wizarding world would be different. He'd thought he'd get a fresh start. Boy, was he wrong.

"You know what you did, Potter!" Neville Longbottom yelled as he chased Harry through the train. "You and your blasted parents!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Harry yelled.

"Lies, Potter!" Neville screamed, dark-brown eyes flashing with hatred behind brown hair that hung in front of his face. This slightly pudgy boy with dangerous eyes had, upon seeing Harry, screamed out, "Harry Potter!" Harry had curiously turned around to have his lower face come into contact with a fist. He'd cried out, only to be punched again in the same spot. This time, he felt the skin on his bottom lip split. He didn't cry out again; he was too busy running.

He continued to run, and flung himself into the first open compartment to find a flame-haired boy undoubtedly from the family Harry had mimicked talking to a girl with long, bushy brown hair. "Please help me!" Harry said urgently. His confidence had vanished with that second punch. As such, he had no qualms asking two people he didn't know for help.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger became Harry's friends the instant they both looked at each other, nodded, and stood to shield Harry from the boy chasing him. Said boy looked into their compartment and saw Harry, a look somewhere between an evil grin and a feral snarl coming across his features as he did so. He made to lunge for Harry, only to find two freckled arms that already had some muscle on them holding him back and two hands slapping him across the face so quickly the hands were blurs. A few minutes later, finally, Hermione stopped slapping him and Ron threw Neville out of the compartment, grinning in a similar fashion to Neville as he heard glass breaking. "What happened?" Hermione asked Harry, who was now allowing the unshed tears to fall.

"I...I d-don't know," Harry said shakily. "I g-got on the train, heard someone c-call my name, and then that b-boy punched me. T-Twice," Harry continued, the tears coming faster now. Hermione knelt immediately and hugged Harry close.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other again, nodded once more, and Ron said, "My name's Ron Weasley. She's Hermione Granger. What's your name?"

"Harry Potter," Harry replied, not seeing the identical looks of shock that passed over the others' faces. Also unbeknownst to Harry, the other two preteens had decided to be Harry's shield. Regardless of whether or not he wanted it, they would protect him. They could see quite plainly that Harry was in no condition to do so himself...yet.

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"Hop on, Gohan!" Son Goku laughed as he patted space next to him on the Flying Nimbus. Gohan, a bright, vivacious four-year-old, shook his head fearfully.

"Daddy, I'll fall!"

"No you won't, not if you're my son," Goku said with a smile. "Come on Gohan. Come jump on the Nimbus. You won't fall, I promise."

'Daddy's never broken a promise to me before,' Gohan thought and said hesitantly, "Okay Daddy." He backed up slowly, then ran and took a flying leap. He hit the soft, springy, golden cloud...and stopped. He looked up to see Goku smiling at him. "See son, I told you that you could do it!" Gohan answered with a smile of his own, before Goku said, "Go, Nimbus!" The cloud immediately zipped off into the distance with Gohan clinging to his father, crying, "Too fast! Too fast!"

Goku only laughed and picked up Gohan to hold him over his head. Gohan, who, true to his nature was quickly adapting to the Nimbus, started giggling. Before long, he was laughing joyfully, the four-star Dragon Ball glinting brightly in the sunlight as father and son zipped off toward Muten Roshi's place for Gohan's birthday party. Gohan was turning four, and Roshi, Turtle, Kuririn, Yamcha, the Ox King, Oolong, Puar, Bulma, Tien, Chiaotzu, and ChiChi were already at the Kami House, setting up. Goku and Gohan had camped out the previous night and left the next morning from the campsite, so Gohan had no idea that everyone was waiting to surprise him.

In the vast reaches of space, among the countless stars, one star seemed to blink and move. As it got closer, it was revealed to be a ball-shaped spaceship with one circular window. Inside the ship, a long-hair, heavily muscled man say with a piece of machinery placed over his left ear and a green piece of semitransparent material shielding his left eye. The man had a rather evil grin on his face. "Soon, Kakarrot. Soon..."

The ball continued to hurtle through space toward Earth.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room and Harry shut the portrait while Ron and Hermione's senses were on full alert for signs of "that fucking arse", as Ron was fond of calling Neville.

"Hey, Potter!" a voice called, and the three Gryffindors, pivoted as one, pointing their wands at Draco Malfoy. "Hold on, you three," the Slytherin in question said with a smirk.

Ron and Hermione sighed and lowered their wands, but Harry kept his wand pointed firmly, if a little shakily, at Draco. "Harry," Draco said, worry slightly coloring his voice. "What...?" But even as he asked, he knew. He spun around and shouted, "Protego!" just as Neville shouted, "Impedimenta!" The spell ricocheted off Draco's Shield Charm and hit Neville, who was thrown backward immediately by the force of his Impediment Jinx.

Ron and Hermione both flicked their wands, Ron shouting, "Arresto Momentum!" while Hermione thought, 'Levicorpus!' Neville was stopped, then hung upside down in the air by his foot. He opened his mouth to shout, and Harry jabbed his wand at Neville and said surprisingly calmly, "Silencio." Neville's voice went mute, and Draco smirked and pointed his wand at Neville, muttering, "Petrificus Totalus!"

Neville's body went stiff as a board, and his jaw froze shut. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco walked under Neville, who was shooting death glares at them. An idea occurred to Neville, and had he been able to grin, he would have. As they continued on their way, Neville thought, 'Liberacorpus!' and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

The other four teens immediately started sprinting; they knew it wouldn't be long before Neville would be after them with a vengeance. They ran down Gryffindor Tower, through the chamber that led into the Great Hall, out the front doors, and through the courtyard. They knew Neville would tell the Professors, and then there would be no escape from expulsion, if Neville embellished the story like he was known to do. But because he was the only eyewitness, and the other four were currently running like they had demons chasing them, the Professors and McGonagall would more than likely believe Neville. There was no escape. Unless...

"Anyone up for a visit to the merpeople?" Draco panted as they ran. They'd come up with this plan a long time ago, as the final escape. They'd heard rumors of a trans-dimensional portal in the possession of the merpeople. They'd just have to hope the rumors turned out to be true. They ran toward the lake, performing Bubble-Head Charms on themselves as they ran, and dove into the lake, swimming with strong strokes toward where the merpeople lived. 'It's this or be expelled. And I won't lose my wand,' the four of them thought, unaware that they each were thinking the same thing as justification for what they were attempting to do. They realized they were moving too slowly, so they each held their wand tip to the rear, and used them to propel themselves forward at a much faster pace than before.

Before long, a strange sound could be heard. Aboveground, all that would be heard was a high, grating, screeching noise. Underwater, it turned out to be a rather eerie, warbling song. 'We're getting closer,' Harry thought as the four teens continued to jettison through the water.

They got to the outer ring of the merpeople's city, and were stopped by three guards with long tridents and fierce expressions. Draco, who was in front, brought an odd bronze medallion out from under his robes. The medallion seemed to shine even in the murky depths of the lake, and on the medallion was a superimposed image of a trident. The guards floated aside, and the four continued deeper into the city.

"Hurry and find them!" Professor McGonagall shouted to the other Professors. She was livid. Four model students had suddenly attacked Neville Longbottom without provocation, and now they were attempting to escape through the lake. It wasn't the portal McGonagall was worried about; she'd never heard of it. She did know that the lake extended to Hogsmeade, and they could easily escape the school. So she and the teachers continued to scour the lake that way, unaware that the four teens they were looking for were swimming in the other direction, while Neville just sat back with a tiny evil smirk settled on the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the four teens in question had found the portal and were acting out to the merpeople's leader why they needed to use it. This was a different leader than who had been leader in Harry's fourth year. This leader was far more sensible and empathetic, and allowed the four of them to use the portal. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco knew how lucky they were not to have been killed on sight. Or, rather, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were extremely grateful to Draco and his medallion. That medallion had gotten them thus far, and now it allowed them to gain the merpeople's trust, and to use the portal.

The four teenagers all joined hands in a circle, and a group of merpeople pushed them forward gently. They got ever closer to the portal, hoping fervently that this would work. They had been warned beforehand that the portal was one-way, and that there was no telling which of the infinite dimensions they would end up in.

They crossed the threshold...and were in.

Swirling, bubbling, changing colors rapidly...spinning. ..

They all closed their eyes to keep the nausea at bay...

The spinning slowed, the colors settled into one pure blue color, there were still bubbles, but these were ordinary bubbles, ones that didn't have entire universes in them.

Then they were swimming again, but this water was crystal clear. The four of them swam to the surface and dove back down immediately to keep their heads from being taken off their shoulders by what looked to be a white ball zipping over the surface of the ocean, just barely skimming it as it sped toward an island with a pink house on it.

When the four deemed it safe to resurface, they popped their Bubble-Heads and broke the surface, breathing air that tasted slightly singed. "What do you suppose..." Harry began.

"That was? I dunno, Harry," Ron finished for him.

"I don't know either, but I do know that I'm done being soaked," Hermione said, and Draco smirked. The four of them pointed their wands at each other in a circle, and muttered, "Locomotor Corpus." They floated into the air as one and directed themselves toward the same island the ball had shot toward.

They landed noiselessly on the sandy beach behind the pink house and performed silent Drying Charms on themselves and each other. Then, they snuck around to the side of the house—'It really is a garish house,' Hermione couldn't help but think—where they could see what was happening, even though they couldn't hear. They watched as a tall, muscled man stepped out of the white ball and said something to a man with wild hair and a blue and orange outfit. The men then both charged each other.

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"Haaaaa!" Goku yelled as he charged the man who called him 'Kakkarot'. The man, who called himself Radditz, simply grinned as he charged Goku in return. Goku went to kick Radditz in the torso, only to kick air as Radditz phased out and reappeared behind Goku, elbowing him in the back of the head.

Goku stumbled forward, then righted himself as Radditz charged again. He punched, only to have his fist caught in a much larger hand. Radditz simply continued grinning and was about to jackhammer punch Goku repeatedly in the face when Gohan ran at Radditz, pounding his fists fruitlessly on the man's beefy leg, shouting, "You leave my Daddy alone!"

Radditz watched Gohan for a couple minutes, then smirked. "You'll do," he said as he picked up Gohan and was about to fly away, but was stopped by the sight of a green man in a turban and cape. "Piccolo..." Goku said in a relieved voice.

XxXxXxXxX

"That man is green," Hermione pointed out as they watched the larger man drop the small child and in no time had engaged in battle against the other two men. Punches flew, legs were a blur. "They move so fast," Draco murmured. Suddenly, the fight ended as the larger man caught both of the smaller men in a headlock and bashed their heads together. Harry and Ron both winced as the men fell lifeless to the ground.

Then, the larger man picked up the little boy again, said something to the other people (and animals, Harry noticed), and flew off. "Flew?!" Hermione said disbelievingly. Shrieked, actually.

"Hey! Who said that?!" a voice said. The owner of the voice spun around, hair set in two loops and a bun on top of her head. The loops, which were on either side of her head, swayed as she spun. She started walking toward the four teenagers with a curious, yet angry look on her face.

"Great going," Ron said under his breath to Hermione, who could only try to shove her fist farther into her mouth.

A/N II: So, there you go. Look for Chapter Two, and, in the interim, review review review! :D

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