Dumbledore's Rather Insane Plan
Author's Note: Okay, I realize the title is REALLY lame. I honestly couldn't think of anything less stupid though. I'll change it if I think of something better. Please excuse OOCness and AUness.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine.
The old wizard sat alone in his office contemplating the recent events – the return of Voldemort, the reason behind the formation of the Order of the Phoenix, was always foremost in his thoughts, but Harry's trial with the Wizengamot followed closely behind. The newly appointed member to his teaching staff by the Ministry of Magic was rather unsettling as well.
He gave his beard a worried stroke, wishing he could deal simultaneously with the dilemmas. Finding Voldemort's location – and his still mysterious plan, coaxing the Ministry out of their denial-coated shells, and keeping Harry Potter out of trouble – Ah, what a luxury! He loved the boy like a son, but, though he hated to admit it, he was hard to keep track of at times. What he wouldn't give to ensure Harry was safe while he dealt with other matters!
A brave boy though; I'll credit him with that.
A minimal, but strange thought crossed his mind, causing him to give a mental double take.
No, no. That could surely never work.
He rested his chin in his hands, his elbows propping him up.
Well, actually it might be plausible…
He removed his glasses to give them a little shine.
"By golly, I'll do it!" He slammed his hand down hard on the desk. "If I can't get a tiny detail like that through under the Ministry's and the staff's noses, then, so be it, my name is not Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!"
He let loose a very fulfilled smile and stood up, gathering his wand.
"Now to pay a visit to Uranai Baba."
For him, apparation made the journey quite simple, but he could see why not many non-magical beings ventured out to Baba's small castle anymore. It was in the middle of nowhere!
Dumbledore strolled through the open doorway, then gave a relieved smile as he heard some cackling from behind him. As he turned around to face the source, he mentioned:
"Ah, Baba, pleasure to see you once again! I thought you might have disappeared as well, given the deserted look of your home here."
"Yes, well it seems that the non-magical population has grown lazier and less desperate to know their futures," the tiny woman on the floating crystal ball retaliated rather bitterly. "Leave it to them to deprive me of my only pleasures in life: money and fighting. Even my own squib brother no longer takes on students to send here to fight my monsters!"
"I unfortunately can't offer you either of those today either."
"I know that, you old codge," she smirked. "You require two pieces of information from me: the Dark Lord's current plot, and the name of someone you could realistically sneak into Hogwarts to protect that Potter boy."
"Your inner eye was always more developed than the rest."
She beamed. "I know that too, but that's beside the point. The first, I unfortunately cannot tell. It is (and I'm embarrassed to say) beyond the scope of my abilities. I'll answer the second though, Albus, but only because we're old schoolmates. I won't even make you do battle with Vampire Man." She cackled.
"Thank you for your generosity, Baba."
"Of course. Now, I think the most appropriate person for this position would be a boy around Potter's age, Gohan Son."
"And what makes this Gohan Son qualified for the position?"
"He's a ki-user."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, obviously puzzled.
"Basically, ki can deflect magic like mirrors deflect light."
Dumbledore's eyes widened; he was quite impressed. "Tell me where I can find this boy…"
In a remote, mountainous region of Asia, a lone little house was nestled in between patches of forest and a cozy smoke poured from the chimney.
Chichi heaved a large pot of water onto the stovetop and sighed with relief. Cooking for two half-Saiyan boys was certainly a hassle at times. One of those times being now.
She clenched her fists to avoid pulling out her hair as Goten started yelling some nonsense about a being with a low-level ki that had just appeared outside the…Wait, what?
As she made her way into the living room, a light knock was heard at the door. Strange, considering that they almost never had any visitors – they lived in the middle of the woods after all.
The puzzled look on her face was evident as she opened the door, and the figure revealed caused her eyebrows to rise even further. The tall, but ancient-looking man was cloaked in deep blue robes that contrasted starkly with the whiteness of his long beard. What she found most intriguing, though, was his facial expression. He seemed kindly, yet there was a sense of mystery – something cryptic – about him. Yes, this man knew exactly where he was and he had a purpose being there; he was definitely not the usual lost soul who came upon the house to ask for directions.
Realizing she was staring, Chichi blushed slightly and cleared her throat.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Ah, you must be Mrs. Son," he said, bowing slightly. "May I come in? I'm afraid this meeting might be a bit lengthy."
Generally shocked that he knew who she was, Chichi only nodded and opened the door wider, allowing him to enter. His gait was remarkably smooth for a man of his age.
He seated himself comfortably on the end of the sofa, while Chichi took a seat on the edge of an armchair across from him.
"Mrs. Son, my name is Albus Dumbledore," he began. "I come from a world of which you are probably unaware. This world is the wizarding world."
"Excuse me?" Chichi raised a single eyebrow. Maybe this man was just an old kook after all.
"I expected as much," he replied, unfazed by her disbelief. "I'd like to provide you with an apt amount of proof before continuing with my business."
Chichi crossed her arms and sighed. The sooner he makes a fool of himself, the sooner I can 'excuse' him from the household.
"Alright, let's have at it then." She gave an impatient tap of her foot. Sure she believed in magic – their common use of the senzu bean was proof enough – but this encounter was becoming slightly strange. Maybe he was trying to sell her something.
He produced a sleek wooden rod, then took a minute to glance around the room.
"Ah, that should work nicely," he pointed the wand at the television. "Reducio."
Much to Chichi's shock, the TV shrank before her very eyes. But this Dumbledore fellow didn't stop there.
"Wingardium leviosa." The shrunken TV began to hover in midair.
The TV suddenly went flying across the room, crashing into the opposite wall, then falling to the ground in a heap of rubble. By this point, Chichi was coving her mouth in shock, partially from his magical abilities and partially from the ruined television set.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Reparo." He proceeded, fixing the TV, then returned it to its correct place and size.
"Now that I've established some credibility – "
Chichi nodded furiously.
" – let me continue with my purpose. I'm currently the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Under my supervision is a boy named Harry Potter…"
He proceeded to give her a light overview of the wizarding world's predicament.
During this time, young Goten, who had been watching from a distance the entire time, finally gained the courage to come see the strange guest up close. He joined his mother by seating himself on the floor at her feet.
"Now, for the reason that I've come," Dumbledore continued after a smile at the new arrival. "I've just recently finished a discussion with Uranai Baba – "
He nodded at Chichi's apparent recognition.
" – which gives me reason to believe that there are certain members of this household who could easily ward off wizarding spells with the use of something called ki. It's something I'm rather unfamiliar with myself, but I would like to test her theory, and if it should work, propose an offer to you."
"What kind of offer?" Chichi asked suspiciously. There were only two ki-users in her household, and as far as she knew, her babies were going nowhere.
"Nothing dangerous, my dear," Dumbledore replied, sensing the mother's extensive protectiveness. "I would only like for the elder of your two boys to accompany me back to the wizarding world to keep an eye on young Potter, since he has a habit of putting himself in dangerous positions. Well, dangerous for a wizard, that is, but if what Baba tells me is true, he should have nothing to fear. Besides, we'll house him in the best wizarding school in England, where he will receive the finest education we can offer him, as well as English cultural immersion and monetary benefits."
English cultural immersion and payment, eh? That actually might be useful for Gohan's future…
"We'll see how the testing goes, then I'll decide," Chichi replied before turning to her youngest son. "Goten, would you go tell your brother to come down here please?"
The boy scurried upstairs out of sight, then reemerged into view a few moments later with a much taller young man in tow. They arrived in the living room, and polite introductions were made before heading outside.
End note: Lawl.