A/N: Here it is, chapter two! Chapters Two and Three were going to be one chapter altogether, but I decided to split it up, because I personally don't like reading a couple of novel-length chapters if those can be broken down into smaller chapters. I don't know about y'all, but that's what I'm doing. Okay? Okay. A little note about how the story's going to go. My brain, in all of its wisdom and not-easily-understood-ness, was making up relationships. Along the way, it became apparent that I would have to continue this story all the way through to the end of the Buu saga. So it looks like this project is going to be a long one. Lucky me, lucky you, WE'RE ALL SO VERY LUCKY!

One last thing. I GOT A REVIEW! YAY ME! :D :is happy: Knight25, thank you for reviewing. I really appreciate it, and it lets me know that someone likes what I'm doing with this.

Without further ado, let's get on with the next chapter. I've already started Chapter Three, so that should be up as soon as I finish the manuscript and turn it over to my beta.

Disclaimer: The fun about this sentence is that you don't realize it doesn't say anything until you've finished reading it. Also, I don't own Dragonball Z or Harry Potter. I write for fun, not profit. So don't sue me, kthxbai.

Many thanks go to my amazingly awesome beta reader, Willikins. Look him up and read his fanfiction, "Chronicles of an Affair". You won't regret it. ;)

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MagicKi: An HPDBZ Story

Chapter 2 - Saving Little Gohan, Part I

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

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"Who are you?" the black-haired woman yelled as she stomped over, obsidian-colored eyes flashing. Harry, Ron, Draco, and Hermione quickly came out into full view of everyone, save for the two unconscious men.

"Hold on--" Draco said, attempting to take charge of the situation, only to have this (apparently) short-tempered woman two inches from his face, screaming, "Who are you?! ANSWER ME!!"

"ChiChi!" a young blue-haired woman who appeared to be around ChiChi's age intervened. "Calm down. I know you're upset that they took Gohan, but these four are just kids."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Harry elbowed him before he could. "Not now, Malfoy," he said as fiercely as he could manage at such a low volume. The woman, ChiChi, must have had extraordinary hearing, because she rounded on them suddenly, pointing her finger at Draco in an accusing manner. "You, Marfloy or whatever your name is. You have something to do with what happened, don't you? Don't you?!"

"ChiChi!" the blue-haired woman said again, but ChiChi simply glared at her and said, "Bulma, shut the hell up. These people had something to do with taking Gohan. I just know it." As though those words had triggered a switch, ChiChi went from irate to miserable in a second. Her eyes changed from angry to hurt and scared, filling with tears as she slowly sank to the ground. Bulma managed to catch her before she completely collapsed and held ChiChi, letting her sob.

'Not unlike Hermione does for me,' Harry thought idly, and then pushed the thought away. Though he had his demons, ChiChi was the one in need of comfort right now, not him. "Listen," he said to Bulma, who looked up at him expectantly. "Is there somewhere we can go and have a talk to get this all sorted out?"

"In the house," Bulma said after looking at an old man with red-rimmed glasses standing next to a turtle for confirmation. "Go ahead in and the others will follow. I've got to get ChiChi calmed down." Harry nodded in understanding, and Bulma thought briefly, 'That's a boy who's been through far too much,' before nodding in return. That having been taken care of, she could now focus on ChiChi. She started rubbing ChiChi's back while murmuring soothing words into her ear as Harry and the others walked into the garish pink house, followed by the larger group of other people.

"At least it's nicer inside," Hermione muttered as they walked inside to find a nice, if sparse, living room with a coffee table surrounded on three sides by two chairs and a couch. On the fourth side of the table was a stand, and on the stand sat a small TV. Hermione made to sit down on the couch, only to find it horribly lumpy. She reached under the cushion and pulled out a magazine, eyes going wide in shock as she saw the images on the cover. 'Maybe it isn't so nice after all,' she thought before the old man moved, far more quickly than she'd expect of a man his age, snatching the magazine and tossing it somewhere.

What had been a curious and slightly awkward silence became downright uncomfortable as they waited for ChiChi and Bulma, the four teens on one side of the room, the group of other people on the opposite side. One of the men, who had long black hair and a rather nasty-looking scar on his face, opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the door opened and Bulma walked in, supporting a very depressed ChiChi.

"First things first," Bulma said immediately. At her words, ChiChi looked up, and her face looked absolutely miserable. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her hair had become frazzled, and her face was nearly as red as her eyes, with her bottom lip still quivering slightly. She just looked at the four teens across the room, and all four of them, Draco included, couldn't help but lower their guards and want to console this woman.

"ChiChi?" Bulma prompted after ChiChi had said nothing. ChiChi opened her mouth slowly and said, in a surprisingly steady voice, "I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. I'm just so..." her breath hitched. "...So worried for G-Gohan, and his father's unconscious and..." her eyes, before so miserable, turned steely in anger and determination as she said, "I want my baby back!" Her voice was so forceful it shocked the teens back into defensive mode, and then, they went into disbelief mode.

ChiChi still stood there, but now she was enveloped in a white, rippling aura that made her clothes toss and sway as though caught in a turbulent wind. Her tears had dried, and there was no sadness left. Only rage and a fierce concern for her son. Her hands clenched and unclenched in fists, and her mouth was a tight line reminiscent of Professor McGonagall. Then, just as suddenly, the anger turned to desperation, and she slumped, the white aura dissipating into nothing. "He's really gone," she said in a dead tone. "That bastard took my son, my only son, my baby, my little Gohan. We can't get him back now."

"Now, ChiChi," the old man piped up, "That Radditz fella's probably waiting for Goku to wake back up and fly to his son's rescue. Which we all know Goku will do. Goku will get Gohan back, I know he will. I believe in him, and so should you. He is your husband, after all."

"Be quiet, old man," ChiChi replied in that same dead tone that set Harry on edge for reasons he wasn't quite sure of. "I know all of that; I don't need you to tell me. Is it okay if I'm a little depressed and hurt and scared that, despite Goku's power, he might still fail? He did once already."

The old man had nothing to say to that, so Bulma figured she could finally bring everyone's attention back to the four teenagers, who were still in a huddle on the other side of the room. But Bulma noticed, interestingly enough, that the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead were huddled protectively in front of and around the raven-haired boy, who looked to be the strongest of all four of them. "Anyway, you guys," she said, to gain the others' attention, "I think we should learn who our guests are." She looked pointedly at Ron, Harry, Draco, and Hermione as she said this.

It was Hermione who spoke up first. "How can we trust you? You seem to be all right, but that woman ChiChi nearly attacked us just because we were there."

"And if I hadn't stopped her, she would have, along with everyone else," Bulma replied without missing a beat.

Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate, but realized she had no response. "Fine," she said. "I'm Hermione Granger."

The redhead stepped up and said, "My name is Ronald Weasley, but call me Ron."

Next was the blonde, who simply said, "Draco Malfoy."

Finally, the black-haired boy stepped forward and said, "And I'm Harry Potter."

"It's nice to meet you, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Harry," Bulma said, nodding to each of them in turn. 'She didn't skip a beat at my name. I think I'm going to like it in this dimension,' Harry thought with a smile.

"What are you smiling at?" Bulma asked in a voice free of hostility, only curiosity. Harry's smile vanished anyway, and he said, "It's nothing. So, now you know our names. What are all yours?"

"Well, I'm Bulma Briefs," Bulma said with a smile of her own. Yes, she decided, she liked Harry. "And you've met ChiChi," she said, smile still in place, and Ron laughed aloud while Hermione looked faintly embarrassed, Harry's smile returned, and Draco simply smirked. ChiChi even gave a small, slightly sheepish smile at that. "All right, the rest of you. Go ahead and introduce yourselves," Bulma continued authoritatively.

The old man said, "My name's Roshi, but everyone calls me either Master Roshi or 'old man'."

The scarred man spoke up next, "The name's Yamcha."

"Tienshinhan, or just Tien," a bald man with a third eye in the middle of his forehead said.

Harry said conversationally, "You have a third eye, Tien."

Tien's eyebrow arched and he said just as conversationally, "I know that."

Harry just nodded and said, "That's got to be helpful."

Just then, a small man who was wearing a black cap floated higher and said, "I'm Chiaotzu!"

Next was the pig, who said, "Name's Oolong."

A cat with deep blue fur who could also levitate flew over next to Yamcha and said, "My name's Puar."

Next, a hugely massive man said in a deep voice, "People call me the Ox King. I'm ChiChi's father."

"I'm just Turtle," a huge turtle said from outside the still-open door, not being able to fit through the doorframe.

After Turtle, another small bald man with six dots on his forehead in two columns of three stepped forward and said, "My name's Kuririn, but people prefer to call me Krillin."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco nodded at them all in turn, and then Ron said, without realizing he'd said it aloud, "Bloody hell, that's a lot of people."

Bulma laughed outright, and Harry found himself focusing on the working of the muscles in her throat as she threw her head back. 'She's absolutely gorgeous,' he thought before he averted his stare as Bulma's laughter subsided. "Don't worry about it, Ron," she said with a smile still in place. "You'll get to know everyone soon enough. Now, can you all recognize everyone?" she asked.

Hermione stepped forward and said, flawlessly, "Bulma, ChiChi, Roshi, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Oolong, Puar, Ox King, Turtle, and Krillin," pointing to each of them in turn.

Then she stepped back, and Ox King said, "That girl's got quite the brain. She'd be an excellent tutor for Gohan, ChiChi," then immediately slapped a hand over his mouth as ChiChi started bawling again and Bulma shot daggers at him.

Harry watched ChiChi for a second, then said, "What about those two?" gesturing toward the room that Tien and Yamcha had placed the unconscious black-haired man and the equally unconscious green-skinned man in.

"Tien," Bulma simply said, comforting ChiChi as she continued to glare at ChiChi's father. Tien nodded and said, "The black-haired man is Goku, and the green-skinned man is Piccolo."

Harry nodded, and Bulma, having managed to get ChiChi slightly calmer, asked, "What brings you four here, now that we've got all the introductions out of the way?" She noticed Harry flinch and the other three turn slightly inward, as if to protect him from something, and Bulma frowned. "I'm sorry...did I ask something wrong?"

"No," Draco replied, "But it isn't something, or someone, we're fond of that brought us here."

He would have continued, but Harry placed a hand on Draco's chest and said, "It's fine, Draco. I trust Bulma." Emerald eyes met sapphire, and Harry had to fight to breathe momentarily. 'I wonder if she's affected the same way I am,' he thought, before speaking. "What brings us here is an escape from someone named Neville...Neville Longbottom." His voice faltered, and Hermione moved to hold him, but Harry continued. "Neville claims my parents killed his parents in cold blood, and he's taken it upon himself to exact revenge for his parents on me for the past seven years."

"How?" Bulma asked without thinking, and Harry's eyes filled with tears as he looked away. He looked back at her a second later, and his eyes were dry. But in them, Bulma saw a scared, lonely child with a broken, beaten soul. "Oh, Harry," she said, and continued before he could stop her, "I'm sorry. It's none of my business. We've only just met; I don't want to pry."

'Good thing,' Harry thought as he closed his mouth. He'd been about to tell her almost everything. He couldn't understand why, but something in her eyes made him want to trust her, to let her in. The only people he'd felt like doing that immediately with before Bulma were Ron and Hermione. Draco even had taken a couple of years. But after their second year, Harry had been able to trust him, they'd become friends, and Draco completed Harry's "Triangular Shield of Protection", just as close to and trusted by Harry as Ron and Hermione.

Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts and said, "It's fine, Bulma. Please don't worry about it." he fell silent for another moment, then walked over to ChiChi and put a hand on her shoulder. "ChiChi, we'll help you get Gohan back."

ChiChi looked up at him incredulously, then latched her arms around his neck, crying into his robes as she hugged him. Harry just returned the embrace, and looked at Bulma. Bulma looked back at Harry, and found she wanted to be hugged by Harry. She REALLY wanted to be hugged by Harry.

"Thank you, Harry," ChiChi managed, and broke the hug. Ron walked up behind Harry and asked quietly, "You want to help her? Are you sure?" Harry just nodded and smiled at ChiChi. "You're welcome, ChiChi. Standing by and doing nothing is something I can't do, not if I can help. So we'll help Goku and Piccolo get Gohan back."

"That's our Harry," Hermione said, half-resigned, half-amused. "Always willing to play the hero. He's always been that way."

'Hm. I could do with a hero,' Bulma thought idly, and was immediately shocked with herself. 'He's probably with Hermione,' she thought, but couldn't stop herself from letting her eyes roam over him. He filled out his attire quite nicely, she decided as she gazed from his shoes up his pants to the shirt underneath his cloak. Up past his broad shoulders and strong neck to his only slightly rounded jaw. Upward still over thin lips and a straight nose, up to those gorgeous green eyes set in his tan face. Green eyes, Bulma found, that were focused on her eyes; he'd been watching her watching him.

"A hero, hm. Well, we could always use more heroes," Bulma said, making another attempt at humor. Harry smiled, and Bulma found herself lost in the sparkle his eyes had gotten. "Uh..." she gave her head a slight shake, and gathered her thoughts again.

Before she could say a word, however, Draco said, "If you two are done flirting, how long will it take Goku and Piccolo to wake?" His question caused Bulma to blush, and Harry to smirk before muttering something to make Draco shout and jump. Harry laughed as Draco shot a death glare at him, and Bulma asked in a confused voice, "What happened?" then gasped as she saw nasty red welts appear on Draco's hands and go up his sleeves.

"Stinging Hex," Harry said while Ron laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

Instantly, Draco's welts disappeared, and Bulma became even more confused. "But..."

"Have you never heard of magic?" Harry asked curiously.

Bulma quirked one of her eyebrows and asked skeptically, "Magic? Really? We aren't stupid, you know."

Harry's previously open face and happy eyes shifted in demeanor rapidly, and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Bulma. "Would you like to see?" he asked in a deadly serious voice, and Bulma, although scared of this new Harry, nodded.

"Aguamenti!" Harry said, and smirked as a jet of water shot out of the tip of his wand, hitting Bulma in the center of her face and drenching her.

Bulma shrieked and yelled, "You got me wet!" Harry laughed and waved his wand, and Bulma was dry again. She looked at him again, all smiles, and said sweetly, "Krillin, if you would?"

Krillin nodded and stepped forward and placed his hands together, palms splayed, and shot a bolt of what looked like light out of them at Harry with a grunt. Harry stepped back and brought his wand down in a vertical slash, shouting, "Protego!" as he did so. A streak of what looked like a glittery haze followed his wandtip, and Krillin's attack bounced off the shield back at Krillin, who backhanded it. Chiaotzu held up a hand and clenched it into a fist, and the ball of light stopped and vanished.

"What was that?" Hermione demanded angrily, stepping forward herself with her wand raised.

Bulma said, "Calm down, Hermione. Krillin just shot a basic ki attack."

"What in Merlin's name is 'ki'?" Hermione asked, still in a temper.

"Ki is what powers attacks like Krillin just launched. The easiest way to explain it is that it's the life force, the vital energy that sustains all living things," Bulma explained. "It was a weak one at best. The worst it would have done was singed the tips of Harry's hair." 'Hair that can't be as soft as it looks,' she thought spontaneously, then blushed and looked down. "Anyway," she said, looking back up after a few moments, blush gone, "It wouldn't have hurt him."

Hermione seemed to accept this and relaxed, lowering her wand and nodding in understanding.

"Nn..." a voice said from the other room. "What... Where..." Instantly, ChiChi was in the other room with a shout of "Goku!" There followed a thump and a grunt, and a voice said, "Hey, ChiChi. What's happened?"

"Come on, Goku, we've got some people who are going to help us get Gohan back!" ChiChi reappeared, dragging the black-haired man named Goku behind her. Goku moved surprisingly easily for someone knocked unconscious by such a harsh blow to the head. He looked at Harry, and put his hand out. "Goku," he said.

Harry shook his hand, saying, "Harry. This is Hermione, Ron, and Draco."

Goku nodded to them and asked, "You're going to help us get my son back?" The four teens nodded in response, and Goku grinned. "All right!" he yelled, pumping his fist. "Radditz won't stand a chance! You four are quite powerful, but...it's a different sort of power from ours."

Harry nodded again and said, "Magic," just as another person could be heard waking.

A tall green-skinned man came out of the room, and took a look at the four teenagers. Then, he simply nodded, and turned to Goku, saying, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" Goku replied, moving his arms and stretching. The two of them walked outside, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco followed.

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A/N II: So, that's Chapter Two. Look for Chapter Three to be up probably within the next couple of weeks, as soon as I get some free time. In the interim, read and review please! :D

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