DBZHP crossover. Gohan goes to Hogwarts after the cell games and a cold hearted boy that closed himself off from everyone. Angery, sad, and alone can Harry Potter save him from himself? Or will the hissing voice in his head show him the wrong path?
By: Golden Feathers Edward. Don't forget it!
Disclaimer: I don't own none of the things I put in here but the weird plot so there.
AN: I'm starting to put these on the front because I can so don't argue and say it's a waste of space although I know your right. I took so long because I was having a very bad block on this story so give suggestions. Oh and I was too lazy to type the rest of it that I wrote on paper so I'm just not going to write it on paper first anymore.
Only Way Is To Go Down
Chapter three: A new wand or is it wands?
Once more Gohan was on the stone path ways of Diagon Alley. All he had to get was his wand. Walking a little farther down, he came across Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as Gohan stepped inside. It almost looked empty except for a single, spindly chair. There where shelves upon shelves of small narrow boxes stacked atop of each other reaching the ceiling.
When reaching the counter Gohan felt a tug from two directions, one to the right were there was some display cases and the other from the depths of the shop in the far back.
"I need a wand," Gohan stated flatly, turning around to face the stunned old man.
"Fascinating," the man said to himself, "You don't only have a tail, which is not magically attached, but noticed my presence. Most Auroras are not even aware of my presence much less a first year."
Gray stromy eyes watching him with curiosity and excitement.
"Let's just say I'm not like most people ok. Now about my wand," the demi-saiyan said business like.
"Yes, yes, your wand," he muttered to himself thinking deeply, "What is your name? And which is your wand hand?"
"My name is Son Gohan," he answered coldly, "As for my wand hand I'm right handed if that's what you mean," holding up his right arm.
Instantly a tape measure appeared and started to measure the length of his arm and other odd places like his tail or hair which to him had nothing to do with getting a wand. The old man hurried to the back and came with a load of narrow boxes in his arms. Setting them down on the counter and plucked one on top.
"Here, ten and a quarter inches made of willow. Very swishy good with Charm work. With the core of Unicorn hair," Ollivander explained handing it to Gohan.
Gohan stood there wand in hand not really sure what he was suppose to do.
"Well? Don't just stand there give it a wave," the old man urged.
Shrugging he started to raise it but to only have the wooden stick blow up in his hand bits of the pieces falling to the floor. The owner stared in wide eyes shock at this new turn in events.
"Hummmm . . . . . seems that it wasn't even strong enough to compare to your power," he stated in surprise and excitement hurrying back to the pile of narrow boxes and bring back another wand, "Here, eleven inches, made of mahogany wood, pliable a little more power good for Transfiguration core is the feather of a Griffin."
Once the young boy tried it the wand cracked horribly tip blowing right off. Gohan just sighed in annoyance scowl on his face.
"Not that one either," he muttered fetching another one, "How about this one? Sixteen inches made of holly. Nice and supple, core is a phoenix feather."
The wand that was handed to him just burst up into a flame of inferno when the eleven year old used it to fall to the floor in ashes. This kept going for an hour either the wand burst into flames, disintegrated, cracked, exploded or the shop keeper just yanked it out of his hands before he could do anything to it. With each wand it got the old man happier then ever can be and Gohan more ready to kill someone with each passing second. In the end it was the boy himself that found his wand.
In the back of the boy's mind that pulled at him still increased ten folds calling the young demi-saiyan in two directions in the wand shop. He really wanted to seek out both pulls even more then he did at the beginning but Gohan was stuck in the front trying wand after wand.
"You're a tough one to pair a wand up with," the old man chirped grey stormy eyes sparkling, "Very tricky . . I wonder . . . "
The old man vanished into the back of the shop. Raising an eyebrow at this but shrugged in off and waited with a short leash on his temper. Three minutes later Ollivander showed up with an unusual metal narrow box instead of a regular cardboard box the other wands were in which looked to be pulsing with power. You could see with your own eyes the waves of power coming off it.
"This wand has been pasted down through my family for a few generations waiting for it's rightful owner for more than four thousand years," the old man in a trance like tone eyes glazed over, "My great grandfather was the one to make this one. He was in space at the time when they first found a way to get to other planets, but sadly that method was lost long ago."
Setting in down on the smooth counter and removed the lid of the metal box. Inside revealed an all black wand while the handle was a blood red, golden markings around the bottom and top of the wand. What was written on it was unknown to the people of this time a long forgotten language not of this planet. Gohan admired the long slender wand with his eyes in awe. The feeling that he was getting form it felt familiar but yet not at the same time. It seemed it was one of the pulling sensations he felt when he first entered the shop.
"My father that heard from his father, told me it was very difficult, for my great grandfather, to get the materials to make this wand," he said to the demi-saiyan, "It's eleven and a half inches made of two types of special cherry wood from the planet my great grandfather visited. One is the Bloody Cherry tree and the other was the Death Cherry tree. It was one of the hard things to get for my father said they were actually alive like a moving animal just like are common womping willow here in the magical community. Amazingly this wand is insanely powerful, capable of doing any type of magic you can imagine."
All this was fascinating to Gohan and impressed him that these witches and wizards could get to another planet with civilization while the normal humans could not. As much as this intrigued him he still wanted to know what the hell that feeling was that felt so familiar to him yet but not at the same damn time! He had no choice but to push that to the side and focus on the shop keeper once more before he missed anything important.
"The core of this wand still is most fascinating thing to me," the shriveled old man continued, "Very unusual, the tail hair of a saiyan prince."
Gohan tensed up in surprise eyes widening a fraction well that answered that question why it felt familiar.
'No wonder,' he thought, 'it kind of felt like Vegita but it wasn't, it was the aura of a prince over four thousands years ago.'
"Are you alright son?" Ollivander asked concern in his stormy grey eyes.
Flashback
"Are you alright son?" warm concerned black eyes stared at the four year old little boy.
"Yes daddy, I'm ok," the little boy sniffled picking himself up tail curling around his left arm.
"That's good come one it's just head," Goku chirped holding his hand out to his son.
Taking his small hand into the much bigger one both walked a few more steps and came upon a cave. The black haired man moved forward but was held back form walking any farther by a resisting Gohan.
"Huh?" Goku looked back at his son and noticed a frightened look on his face.
"I don't want to go in there daddy," the young boy trembled in fright, "There's monsters in there."
"It's ok Gohan I'll always protect you from any thing that scares you," Goku stated cheerfully picking up his son and settling him on his shoulders. Both ventured into the dark cave.
End Flashback
'Easy to make that promise isn't it father,' the demi-saiyan thought bitterly, 'your dead now. Nothing but a liar.'
"Hey are you all right Mr. Son?" the old man asked again.
"I'm fine," Gohan snapped energy crackling around him from his pent up rage the just shook off all those painful memories, "Just let me try the wand already."
Looking a little startled but the old man complied and handed the wand to the demi-saiyan. When it was in his hand he felt the power and started to glow golden nearly forcing him to go into his super saiyan form. There was a crash of glass breaking in the background and at the corner of Gohan's eye he spotted an object speeding right towards him but swiftly caught it in his free hand. Once in his grasp Gohan felt another pulse of power going through his body sending shivers of delight down his spine to the tip of his tail. Looking down at said object to discover it was a full black wand handle and all, polished beautifully.
"Impossible," the stormy grey eyed old man muttered, "That was Salazar Slitheren's wand. Twelve and a quarter inches made of rare dark shadow wood dark, but very strong and flexible best at the dark arts magic core: fang of a Basilisk King."
"I'll take both of them," Gohan said impassively, "How much?"
"Both one hundred and fifty gellions each," he replied automatically still in awe.
To say that was extremely expensive but the young half saiyan didn't know that and really didn't care. Giving the right amount of money he walked towards the exit to leave till the old man called after him.
"Who are you really? What 'are' you?" the man whispered not really expecting an answer.
Stopping in his tracks Gohan smirked in amusement
"I already told you my name. Gohan," he hissed in amusement but yet annoyance, "As for what I am that's none of your businesses. Let's just say I'm not all human."
With those last words he was gone. All that was in the room was a stunned old man and his merchandise. Sitting down heavily on the only stool in the small shop the store keeper was in deep thought.
"Son Gohan," he muttered to himself, "You will go great or terrible things. More then Harry Potter or dare I say You-Know-Who."
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"Where is he Professor Lupin?" Harry asked a little impatient looking around for the black haired first year.
"I don't know, he said to meet us back here in an hour, but it seems he's two hours late," was Lupin's answer also loosing some of his own patients.
After getting all the supplies Harry needed for the school year they went back to the location where Gohan last was seen when he disappeared from them deciding to go shopping on his own. Now here they were waiting for the demi-saiyan to show up after two hours of waiting.
Harry sighed and leaned against on e of the wooden pillars holding up a Ramada of some kind shading a stand selling potion ingredients for low price and waited for the new student to show up. After about five minutes The-Boy-Who-Lived felt a soft object suddenly brush up against the back of neck; giving a yelp of surprise Harry nearly jumped out of his skin from fright. Swirling around he came face to face or was it chest to face with a fluffy brown tail and a smirking Gohan an amused gleam in his coal black eyes. Harry's heart started to speed up in his chest a blush creeping up on his face staining it a good shade of red. Never had he felt this feeling of warmth flowing through his at that moment not even when Cho was around him.
"Sorry I couldn't resist," Gohan sated with genuine laughter in his eyes but soon it was covered up with his cold mask of indifference, "It took longer then I thought to get my supplies so I apologize that I'm late."
"That's alright Gohan," Lupin assured warmly, "Now that we're together I'll be taking you and Harry her both to stay at the Borrow for the rest of the summer. Till then you can relax or study if you want. So let's go."
They were on their way to the entrance when Gohan stopped in his tracks feeling pain on his stomach. It felt like it was on fire burning away at him.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked worry shining in his emerald green eyes when he noticed the other boy stopping so suddenly.
"I'm fine," Gohan snapped coldly when the pain just suddenly vanished as suddenly as it came. 'What the hell was that?' he thought. "Nothing to worry about."
"Ummmm . . . . . if you say so," the green eyed teenager said uncertainly hesitating a bit not really sure if he should believe him.
"Well, well, well. Why look its bloody Potter," someone sneered behind the Boy-Who-Lived, "Still alive I see."
"What do you want Malfoy," Harry spat out not turning around to look at the other older teen but anger consuming his features.
This seemed to interest Gohan because his impression of Harry was that he was a weak, shy, and wimpy individual but seeing this other side of the older boy changed his option on him. It seemed the other teenager didn't notice him so Gohan just kicked back and watched to see what would happen.
"Want? The only thing I want is your total humiliation that's what I want the most," Malfoy stated smugly, "I want everyone to know you're not all that your cracked up to be."
"If that's what you're expecting your not going to get it," Harry said turning around to face the other teenager with anger burning in his emerald green eyes.
All Malfoy did was look to the side in boredom. That was when he spotted Gohan right behind Harry. Walking passed the steaming Harry Malfoy smirked with an unreadable glint in his ice blue eyes.
"Who might you be?" the blond teenager asked smirk still in place, "Dragging another innocent under your wing Potter?" he sneered over his shoulder then focused his attention on Gohan again, "My names Draco Malfoy. You're a first year aren't you?"
"I'm Son Gohan. I don't care. Yes I'm a first year," Gohan answered impassively eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.
"I have to say you have guts to talk to me that way," Draco chuckled in amusement, "Are you a muggle born?"
'What the hell is a muggle born?' the half saiyan thought to himself, "That's none of your business," he growled out getting a little annoyed with this human tail coiling under his shirt.
"Leave him alone Malfoy," Harry hissed in anger thinking Draco was going to pick on Gohan.
"What if I don't want to leave him alone?" the blond teenager sneered in the other teenager's direction, "What are you going to do about it Potter?"
"Amusing as this is but I would like to go now Harry," Gohan interrupted the two's little spat and bickering of the older teenagers a frown of annoyance on his face.
Both fifth years seemed to look away from Gohan in embarrassment at the immature scene they make in front of a first year of all people.
Neither didn't know why, but they had warm feelings in the pits of their stomachs when they even looked at Gohan drawing feelings so strong that it was over whelming to them. Unknown to both teenagers it actually was the half saiyan's sent that was making them react this way. Making them feel they should dominate the small boy.
Back with Draco he was in a confused daze, usually he would have had a witty remark to say to Harry right then, but with the demi-saiyan so near he felt like a bubbling love struck fool in the first year. This plain out irritated him wondering what the bloody hell was wrong with him! He was a Malfoy for crying out loud! So caught up with his struggle over his thoughts he nearly missed Harry and Gohan ready to leave. So he did what his pride told him, step in front of the duo halting their progress. A smirk covered his confused face hiding that he was vulnerable at the moment.
"Oh don't leave just yet Potter," Malfoy mocked, "I still haven't given you your welcome back gift," he was then drawing his wand.
"Move aside Malfoy," Harry growled in warning also drawing his wand from his sleeve not liking on bit of the other boy's presence.
While the two fifth year boy's were going at it with tooth and nail Gohan was slowly growing dizzy with pain griping his stomach once again. It was almost like the same kind of pain that he felt before meeting Malfoy, but worst more intense bringing him wave upon wave of agony. A wave of fire burning the depths of his being attacking his soul. This sensation reached all the way to the back of his head making him want to scream in pure torture but he held himself back fighting it with all his power trying to get a hold of himself valuing his pride more then his health. Then that was when it came, that eerily slimy whisper of darkness.
(My blood . . . . . . come to me my child.) a sinister but powerful voice hissed in the depths of his mind. (Become my chosen and receive your gift from me to you.)
"Who are you?" Gohan whispered obvious to the things happening around him.
(I am your guide to power my child, your teacher, your friend, your family, your slave, your master.) the voice hissed in sickening pleasure.
"I don't understand," the young demi-saiyan whispered letting out a small whimper, distressed like a new born cub, but soon that distress turned into anger. "What to do you want from me?"
The voice chuckled. (In due time my child you will understand and as for what I want be patients and grow strong with power. Accept my gift to you that will come in handy in the near future.)
Hesitating for a second he didn't know what to do but his mouth spoke before his thoughts.
" . . .ok . . .," Gohan whispered/gasped out through his dry throat.
The presence radiated with satisfaction then went silent. Soon the pain ended quickly leaving Gohan panting slightly afterward. Regaining his thoughts sweat dripping down his forehead he looked up with glazed eyes. It took him a second to fully register that Draco and Harry were still bickering while throwing random spells at each other and him barely moving away from a spell that got to close. Gohan's eye twitched showing his irritation at the scene before him, but at the same time still wondering who was that person speaking to him not to long ago in his own mind. He pondered this for a few seconds but shoved it to the back of his brain to think upon another time. Shaking his head from these thoughts he faced the arguing teenagers head on with a hard edge to his eyes. Both fifth years were glaring daggers at one another not giving in one inch to stubborn to be defeated by their enemy. Seeing this was going no where he stepped in between them halting their heated anger, like throwing a cool ocean over a burning camp fire.
"Stop. I'm getting irritated with you people screaming at each other and throwing magic every where," Gohan said with cold detachment, but anger clearly showing in his eyes. "It was nice to meet you Draco," was his last words before grabbing Harry's hand and tugging him away to catch up with Remeus.
Both Harry and Draco were stunned but gave way to being pissed, Draco because Harry was to close to Gohan; and Harry because the demi-saiyan addressed Malfoy by his first name. The-boy-lived looked back at the bleached blond teenager with a bit of jealousy and anger, but was showing smugness saying that he won this round for he got to be close to Gohan and be around him for the rest of the summer. Seeing that expression on the Potter boy's face made Draco seethed at his enemy vowing that he would some how humiliate him in front of Gohan someday planning it all in advance for the up coming year. Then he stopped in his train of thought with a screeching crash.
'When did I even start caring that he got attention from a boy? When in the bloody hell did I start liking the same gender?!'
And to think this little war would continue to go on till Gohan becomes a fifth year himself.
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By the time both students caught up with the older wizard Lupin, Harry was the shade of a ripped tomato caused by having physical contact with the younger black haired boy. Gohan glanced over at the emerald eyed teen taking note that he was beat red but didn't say anything because he really didn't care why he was red at all ignoring it entirely passing it off as a thing that he didn't feel like knowing. He let go of the older boy's hand and walked into step with the professor not saying a word to deep in his own thoughts once he passed off Harry's strange behavior. If it didn't have to do with his battles or problems then it was by passed.
'Should I trust that voice in my head? Doubt I should . . . . . but I don't feel as angry and hatful as I did before I came here,' Gohan thought to himself trying to piece together the voice's intentions.
"Why?"
"Did you say something Gohan?" Lupin asked looking over at him questionably.
"No. nothing at all," was his answer.
Harry was staring at Gohan in concern and suspicion. He didn't know what to think anymore with the younger boy around making him feel these weird emotions that he should only feel for the opposite sex.
While the-boy-who-lived was pondering these thoughts Gohan was sorting out his own. The demi-saiyan didn't know when he would get the gift that the strange voice mentioned and it was troubling. Was it a trap? Did he know the person from his past? What it an old enemy of his father's? Can he even trust this person in his thoughts? All these questions swarmed his mind but there was on that stood out from the rest. Was he finally going crazy? Not paying attention to his surroundings he didn't notice they stopped right in front of a fire place.
"Gohan?"
He looked up to meet Harry's eyes.
"We're going to travel through the floo net work so do what Lupin and I do ok?"
The half breed looked at both Harry and Lupin in confusion.
"Fine," was his answer still confused not really trusting him on his words.
Harry went first. Stepping up he pulled out a small bag that seemed to contain green powder of some kind in it with horrible stench to it that did not agree with his saiyan nose. Grabbing a bit the emerald green eyed teenager threw it into the fire making the flames green as the powder then shouted 'The Borrow' loud and clear stepping into the inferno. Soon he was gone; out of sight the demi-saiyan raised a brow at this.
"Now you go now," the oldest wizard smiled encouragingly.
The first year sighed in contempt and thought the transportation was stupid and lacking so he went to where Harry was his way. He brought his two fingers to his forehead then searched out for the messy black haired teen's energy and winked out of existence right before Lupin's eyes. He nearly fell over in shock, but straitened hurriedly throwing a pinch of floo powder and jumping into his destination.
Thinking to himself, 'I didn't know he could aparate.'
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Once Harry made it to his destination he waited for Gohan to arrive after him, but sadly that was not meant to be. The second time that day Harry was jumping out of his skin from fright when said demi-saiyan appeared next to him instead of from the fireplace.
"Y-you can aparate?" was all the black haired teen could get out.
"Aparate?" the younger of the two looked puzzled from the strange word frown forming on his face.
"Yeah. Teleporting from one point to another using magic," he explained, "Very few can do it at a young age mostly the older wizards and witches can do it. So were did you learn it if you didn't know about magic?"
"One: it wasn't magic and Two: no one taught me I learned it on my own form watching . . . someone else," Gohan stated flatly crossing his arms against his chest.
"So what was it?" Harry asked confused at the younger of the two's attitude since it got even colder when he asked.
"It's call IT," was all he said.
"IT? What does it mean?" the boy-who-lived pressed on.
Sighing in irritation but replied, "It means Instant Transmission. The ability of using your life energy or Ki to move as fast as light to another point or to lock on to another Ki position and going were they are."
"Wow that's amazing it's just like when you were dueling that Vegita person," the messy black haired teen said in awe.
The young demi-saiyan snorted at Harry's chosen word, dueling, more like a death match when fighting the saiyan prince. Not too soon after Gohan's arrival the sometimes werewolf appeared out of the fire place. When Lupin was about to open his mouth and say something the young first year interrupted him.
"I didn't aparate and it's not magic let's leave it at that alright professor?" the boy growled from within his throat agitation clearly seen though his body.
Nodding ok for now he led the two students into the living room of the small cottage.
"I guess you'll be meeting the Weasly's soon so I'll be right back, have to do errands before we settle down till the beginning of term," and with that final sentence he was gone with a loud pop.
Both stood there in silence Harry looking a little lost on what to do with Gohan with out the professor to help out and wanting to look for one of his best friends Ron while the half saiyan just didn't give a damn at that point he just was studying his surroundings looker for any possible threats to him. This award silence didn't last very long though when the Hogwarts students heard shouting coming from outside the front door. With that short warning the door slammed open reveling a heard of people with red flaming hair. Pesificly two red heads were throwing around magic carelessly, not noticing that one of their shots headed inside the house directly at Gohan.
"Hey mate watch out!"
No one had a chance of reaching the boy before it hit him and none of them were fast enough to do a counter spell so the demi-saiyan took his own actions his eyes turning sea blue-green.
To be continued . . . . . . .
AN: I know this is early but I need votes to tell who is going to be with Gohan in his maybe fourth or fifth year. And to people who don't like the yaoi in this story then don't read it there are lots of other Harry Potter and Dragon Ball Z crossovers out there that don't have yaoi it and this one is for the people who LIKE yaoi in it so go look somewhere else.
Harry/Gohan - 0
Draco/Gohan - 0
Someone you choose from Harry Potter/Gohan - 0
Vegita/Gohan - 0
Trunks/Gohan - 0
Sharpner/Gohan - 0(haven't seen any of this pairing but one only)
Give me people you want to see with Gohan that I haven't put up there as a choice.
Oh and I'm going to say this down here if incase you didn't read up on the top before the story and more stuff attached at the end.
More AN: I took so long because I was having a very bad block on this story so give suggestions. Oh and I was too lazy to type the rest of it that I wrote on paper so I'm just not going to write it on paper first anymore. Review ok and don't flame me so bad because I lose confidence on writing this story and might abandon it if all I get are very good flames showing my damn mistakes!!! To tell you the truth I can make thinks up as I go but I'm a terrible planner and worst speller and with grammar so no more about my mistakes I don't have anyone willing to edit for me so I'll miss so small miss spellings and other mistakes so BACK OFF!!! I'm only writing this story so I can see if I'm good enough to catch a person's attention with my story and wanted to know if I was good enough to start making my own book and publish it in the future if at all. But I doubt it. Give votes and Reviews.