The two blonde haired boys clashed as they floated just inches above the air. The two's fists were blurs as they fought one another in a back and forth that pushed each of them either forward or backward depending on who had the upper hand. It had been long enough in the Chamber for Gohan to need a haircut which Goku had done by powering up a hand and chopping away as he held up the younger boy's long hair. Harry's hair, despite the months spent in the chamber, hadn't grown an inch and neither had Goku's own.

Gohan winced as a blow came in on his side, Harry's knee coming in to strike at his undefended flank when he had used that arm to punch. Even with years of fighting experience he found that Harry was a quick learner, almost too quick. On instinct he reached for the knee that had struck him only to find it missing as Harry spun around and slammed his other foot into the hybrid saiyan's chest sending him reeling backwards and separating them for the first time in roughly ten minutes of sparring.

They were both bent over, huffing and puffing in exhaustion as sweat poured down their faces. Bits and pieces of their armor had been broken away in the nearly six months the two had been battling each other and Goku in various situations. Sometimes he would make them fight him in a two on one situation and other times they fought him individually. Still during other days they might find themselves the one being ganged up on by the other two.

The two boys having caught their breath were prepared to dive back into the fight but were stopped by Goku's sudden arrival between the two. The happy go lucky saiyan merely waved the two boys down as he dropped into a cross-legged sitting position and the two boys joined him. From behind his back he produced a couple of bottles of water that Bulma had stored away in the capsule she had given Harry and tossed one to each of the boys who quickly began to drink.

"Boys, you have no idea how much you have impressed me," Goku said fondly as he reached out and playfully rubbed the tops of both boys still golden hair. After both boys had learned to become a Super Saiyan he had decided their best method of training was to just adapt to the new forms by maintaining them as long as possible. It was difficult at first but it had been nearly two months since they had fallen back out of the transformation when falling asleep or letting their guard down.

Both boys blushed at the praise, probably expecting it to be empty platitudes but Goku meant it. In the six months since they had entered the chamber the two had progressed to a level that left the older man in shock. He hadn't been anywhere even touch the amount of power these two had at their age. He didn't know exactly where he had thought the two boys would be at the end of their year inside the chamber but he had seen bursts of power from the two youths that had left him completely floored.

He hadn't said anything to the two of them yet about it. He was old enough now to realize what Roshi had done for him and Krillin at the World Tournament in his youth and in his own way he was passing along that lesson. If the boys thought they were strong enough then they might stop training. Still that wasn't why he had brought the boys to sit with him. He was going to give them a choice, one that could impact their eventual fight with Cell if Vegeta and Trunks failed to stop him from absorbing Android 18.

"It's been half a year and I want to know if you two want to continue to train here," Goku said with a serious face as he looked between the two. "Personally, I think right now we have a major chance of winning this battle if we were to leave now but I'm not the only one training here. I think you two are on the cusp of amazing things but I don't want to push you if you are ready to go home."

"I'm staying," Harry said almost instantly after he lowered his bottled water. "I don't have a home to go back too at the moment so there really isn't a reason for me to leave. If you two want to go home then I can just stay here and train with whoever comes next for six months before I leave."

"I miss mom," Gohan said after a few seconds before he shook his head, "but I can't back out now. Vegeta and Trunks stayed for an entire year and they were way more powerful than us when they came in. Dad, I know you're probably strong enough to beat Cell on your own but we need to do this. We can't just give up now that we're so far into it. If it has been six months then the rest will be easy right?"

"That's what you think," Goku chuckled as he climbed back to his feet though whether he meant he could beat Cell or that the rest would be easy he didn't say. "I want you two to relax for the rest of the day and meditate alright? We might not have any school books in here for you but we can still calm and sharpen our minds. I want you two to focus on yourselves. Think about what you want to get out of this training, on your own power and what you want out of life and what you'd be willing to do to get it."

Harry's green eyes blinked up at Goku for a moment before looking back at Gohan who shrugged. They quickly climbed to their feet and without a word began to walk away from each other, knowing they might serve as a distraction to the other one if they were too close. Harry was loving training, and Gohan was probably the best friend he could have. Though that did bring with it a pang of guilt as he thought of Ron and Hermione who were probably back at Hogwarts worrying over his sleeping body.

Meditation had been a difficult thing for him to learn at first. The stray thoughts that just kept creeping into his mind were distracting and often had him more contemplative then actually meditating and when he complained about it to Gohan the younger boy had almost giddily told him the better way to do it.

He sat on the far side of the hourglass whose green sand was flowing upward and took a seat with his arms crossed. Holding his hands out in front of him he conjured a weak energy ball that cast a green glow over his body. He increased and decreased its power to match his breathing as he closed his eyes. Any wild or stray thoughts he pushed out when he breathed imagining them burning away inside the small ki blast as he worked on clearing his mind. The rhythmic ticking of the clock counting down the time outside the chamber faded away as he lost himself into the exercise as he attempted to focus on the questions that Goku had asked him too.

He wasn't really sure what he wanted to get out of the training. After all he was in a new body, one that definitely didn't match his human form back at Hogwarts. But maybe it was still useful to learn what he could for the day he returned. Ki while vastly different from magic still seemed to work primarily the same. He had to reach inside and draw out the power the way his Holly wand drew out magic. Maybe he could cast spells like Professor Dumbledore if he learned to do this back home and then he wouldn't feel as helpless as he had beneath the third floor corridor.

He took a deep breath as he felt his anger rise at the thought of his confrontation with Quirrell and Voldemort in front of the mirror. He didn't know how Ron ended up after the life sized chess game and his sacrifice. There hadn't really been time to check on him out of their fear of who they believed had been Snape trying to get the Philosopher's Stone. Ron, his first real friend his own age could have bled out or suffered brain damage because of his determination to beat Snape and he wouldn't know until the Angel decided it was time for him to go home.

Hermione as well. She had practically pushed him through the flames and into the room with the Mirror but was she now trapped in that room with its burning doorways? What if they were trapped, bleeding and broken beneath the school was he was here training to help a bunch of people he didn't even know? His mind flashed back to the Mirror, to his mom and dad waving to him with sad smiles from beyond the pane of enchanted glass. They had sacrificed themselves for him, gave their lives so he could live and his friends had done the same to see him try and stop the man who killed his parents.

He felt selfish. He admitted it as he thought about everything he had done that lead up to him facing off with the murderer at the end of the school year. His parents gave their life for him and he had nearly callously thrown it away at the first chance he could and pulled his friends behind him in his wake putting them at risk as well. With this training though he wouldn't have to rely on them as much. If he encountered Voldemort again maybe he would be strong enough to stand up against the vastly more experienced wizard. He needed this training, needed to be able to stand on his own to protect the life his parents died for and to keep his friends his safe.

That was when he felt it. He wasn't entirely certain what it was but it was like he had suddenly bumped into a ceiling made of brittle glass. It was certainly unusual. Nothing at all like the eruption he had felt when he had first transformed into a super saiyan. Using his ki to caress it he felt like it was higher up then where he normally felt the warmth of his ki around his sternum but somewhere in his chest. The glass wall seemed to resonate with the beating of his heart, its warmth ebbing away and then growing stronger as he thought about his friends and parents.

Not sure what to do he pushed against it and felt it begin to crack. It rumbled and shook as he pushed against harder and felt it begin to spiderweb. Whatever was beyond the strange barrier was pushing back, desperate to escape its confines and Harry felt the need to release it. He knew what it was like to be trapped, caged behind a flimsy door and he hated it. He felt the power pulse stronger than ever at the thought of what he hated, the cupboard beneath the stairs. It flared again and the glass seemed to be on the verge of completely shattering. This power, it wasn't just based on rage and need like transforming into a super saiyan, this one required hatred and giving in to it.

Quickly he recoiled from the idea. He wanted to get stronger but he didn't want to get stronger and he understood why anger helped for fueling that power, taking everything and turning into power but he didn't want to give in to his hatred.

The power though, so close to breaking out was already leaking through the cracks. His mind flashed to the Dursleys and how they treated him his entire life just because he was different to them and the favoritism they had shown their own son. He struggled to push the power back. That green energy was leaking into him, worming its way through his ki and he felt like he was tearing apart from the inside out. He didn't want to be like them, didn't want to give into that hatred he saw in their eyes when they looked at him.

His mind flaired to thinking about Hermione and Ron and how accepting they had been of him throughout the year. Have Hagrids smiling face as he presented him with a half squashed birthday cake. Warmth spread through his body even as the green energy continued to pour through the cracked wall. He had friends that cared for him, people that he could rely on. He didn't need the Dursleys or their acceptance because he was forging bonds of his own away from them. He was building his own family and they were his despite the lack of familiar blood in their veins.

He was suddenly floating in what was an alien feeling to him. It was warm and embracing and he had vague recollections of feeling like this before usually in his dreams of the flying motorcycle. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he saw a woman in his mind's eye. Her long rust red hair falling down around her shoulders as her green eyes smiled down at him without the sadness he had seen in the Mirror but the joy he had from the few pictures Hagrid had managed to give him.

With a smile he reached out toward the figment of his mother and his world exploded.

Gohan's eyes flew open as he was nearly blasted off his seat where he had been meditating. His blond hair was whipped to the side by the explosion of energy from his right and he turned his head quickly to see just what was going on. His teal eyes watched in shock as Harry's seemed to be enveloped in a near blinding aura before everything seemed to go silent. Then another powerful blast nearly sent him toppling again. He covered his eyes with his arm from the bright ki as the wind whipped past his face.

As it died down again Gohan lowered his arm to see the only friend his age he had ever made. Harry was completely different now and the power rushing off of him was absolutely maddening. His parted blonde hair was gone replaced by jacked spikes shaded with a green tint. The padded chestpiece of his armor was completely gone blown away by the power of his aura and the immense bulk of muscle he had suddenly developed leaving only the black skin tight suit beneath tattered and ripped where it still clung together. Burning green had replaced his eyes as he stood screaming into the white void above them in a primal fury.

The young hybrid was taken completely aback and stepped away from the suddenly transformed saiyan. He felt his throat quiver at the immense Ki that Harry was putting out and had to grip his hands into fists to keep from turning away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his dad already powering up as far as he could and quickly followed. Both of them could sense Harry's emotions and a war that was raging inside as his mind tried to back control from the power that was being unleashed.

The now bulky boy slowly turned his attention to the two remaining saiyans and released a primal roar of fury before he leaped at them, his tail flailing behind as it dragged along. Gohan threw up his arms to protect himself only for Harry suddenly disappear as his father appeared between them. He did have to leap backwards as Harry's fist met Goku's crossed arms and sent the larger saiyan stumbling backwards to where he had been standing only seconds before.

"I'm not going to be able to knock him out this time," Goku called out as he began to weave in and out of Harry's wild punches and kicks. "Whatever he's done, it's made him too powerful. We have no choice but to fight him Gohan!"

Like a raging bull Harry continued to try to attack the Goku seemingly tunnel visioned on the man clad in saiyan armor. Inside he struggled to regain control as this anger rushed through him demanding that he defeat anyone who was a threat. He was surprised though as a white boot suddenly connected with the side of his head and sent him flying away from the adult he had been attacking.

With a second to breath Goku shook out his arms from where Harry had battered against them. He didn't want to say it out loud but this form of Harry hit lit like nothing he had ever felt before. Turning his eyes toward the boy who was already back on his feet from the surprise attack and licked his suddenly dried out lips. This form might have looked like the bulked up form he had found but didn't bother to sacrifice speed like that one had. He almost been forced to use Instant Transmission to dodge some of Harry's attacks and had only managed not to by having the experience needed to avoid them.

"Gohan, listen to me. I was going to put this off until we desperately needed it but there's no time like the present. Harry's power is still climbing and if we don't do something soon he might just burn himself out or destroy us while he can't control himself. We have to stop him before he makes it out the door and to do that I'm going to need your help! Now stop holding back, Gohan! I know you have what it takes," Goku instructed his son before he dashed back toward the berserk saiyan and threw himself into the fight.

Gohan stared after his father with a look of sadness on his face. Harry was his friend, the only person his age on the entire planet he could be his true self around. With his human mind inside a saiyan body he was a hybrid as well, one that he had eaten with, slept beside and sparred with. Whatever this power was that was lashing out wasn't really Harry. His friend was still in there, how was he supposed to go full out against someone he cared about?

Goku was forced to stop his rush attack as Harry screamed again the power bursting out of his still tiny body and creating a green barrier around him. The air inside the chamber suddenly seemed to spark as a sweeping inferno swept across the ground from where the young saiyan stood. The older saiyan's heart could help but cry out at the pain the youth was screaming out as he fought to regain control.

"Run," a deep grinding voice spoke through Harry's mouth as he for a second clamped down on the wild insanity that was burning at his mind. "Get away from ME!"

"Harry listen to me! This isn't you," Goku tried and he realized that Gohan was still hanging back probably unwilling to attack his friend. "You have to get ahold of yourself! Remember your training! Remember how you managed to get control of your Super Saiyan form!"

"Hahaha," a dark chuckle suddenly spilled out of Harry's lips as he turned his flaming green eyes toward the blue clad saiyans. The boy's fists were clenched as he pushed himself off the ground and into the air. The laughter grew louder and more unhinged as the boy continued to rise above the other two. Tears streamed down his cheeks as gazed out at seemingly nothing but his body continued to laugh and move on its own.

"Damn it, I have no choice," Goku growled as he twisted his knees down into a squatting pose and brought his hands around to his side. "I'm sorry Harry but I can't risk you getting out of here and into the world. For what it's worth thank you for helping us."

Gohan's eyes were wet as he watched his father fall into the stance for his ultimate attack. He felt the flames blast by him as his father began to power up a blue orb beginning to appear in his hands. Had it really come to this? Had his own indecision now brought on the possible death of his friend at his father's hands? His fists clenched as he turned his head away in disgust at his own lack of action.

This was the whole reason he had come into the chamber to be able to help and not need protecting all the time. His teal eyes looked back toward the fight and tears burned in his eyes as he took in the scene of his father protecting him yet again. Hadn't he gotten past all this? Was he still that scared little boy cowering behind the rock as Nappa tore his way through all of his father's friends.

His eyes drifted up towards Harry a boy who was here to save everyone he knew. He was alone in a new world with no idea when he could go back but trying to learn, trying to push his limits so he'd now how when he got back to his own body. Why? Why was he being such a coward? He could save Harry if he just moved but his knees felt like jello and his feet were glued to the spot.

The barrier around Harry was shrinking collapsing in on itself as it shrank down to fit in his palm. Gohan couldn't believe just how much power was packed down into that tiny blast. He watched as his father's famous Kamehameha suddenly launched toward the eleven year old at full blast only to suddenly collide with the small green orb falling from Harry's outstretched hand. With seconds it expanded and pushed the Kamehameha wave back much to Gohan and Goku's shock.

In the span of seconds the tables had turned on the older saiyan and Gohan watched as the green orb began to actually break the Chamber's white floor as it closed in on his father. He had to do something, he had to help out his dad.. But that meant possibly killing Harry. There was no right choice he found to his horror, either kill his rampaging friend or watch him kill his dad. If only he had enough power, if only he wasn't so weak he could do something anything to help out and find that third choice that meant no one had to die.

Grabbing his hair with both hands Gohan leaned back and screamed as he began to charge up as high as he could. His power rising and rushing upward like a rocket as he reached for anything, every little shred of power he could find. It wasn't long before he felt like he was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying desperately to find something anything else that could possibly make this situation better.

"Gohan," Goku's voice called as he heaved as much power into his attack as he could even though he could still feel it being pushed back. "Gohan you have to give it everything you have! If I can't stop him he'll get out and then who's next? Dende? Piccolo? Your mother? Now give it everything you've got!"

Gohan released another scream as what his father said rang true to his mind and he broke the barrel. Ice suddenly grew up around his feet as the power overtook him. His muscles swelled, his recently cut hair spiking up in thin spikes. His scream pitched even louder as the ice around his feet suddenly shattered sending a cold wave to clash against the blazing inferno as he turned his head to look at the two fighting saiyans. In a flash he seemed to vanish reappearing in front of his crazed friend making him lose concentration on the blast aimed at his father and delivered a hard kick to his chest.

Harry was sent flying backwards as the two energy attacks suddenly surged through the air where he had been only moments before. His green eyes watched in surprise as they flew up and over his head before detonating in a massive explosion that sent him crashing to the ground. Inside he fought to try and grab control as his body was knocked for a loop and pushed himself to his knees. His eyes fell on Gohan floating above him where he had managed to kick him backwards. He looked completely transformed with blue lightning flashing over his body as his power sparked the air molecules surrounding him.

With a roar he pushed himself up and took back to the air rushing toward the younger saiyan. The other boy smirked down at him and came flying in to meet him as well the two clashing in a shockwave that swept aside the inferno and clashing ice below in its wake.


Author's note: So I hadn't really expected to update quite this fast. Please don't expect multiple chapters per week to be a regular occurrence. As I've said in previous notes, Harry's presence changes a lot of things. Him being in the Chamber means that the time table is pushed up. In the original series Goku and Gohan left the Chamber early saying they were done and didn't need to push themselves any further at, what I guess is about 8 - 10 months in. Harry pushing that up to 6 means that it just took something extra to push Gohan over and I had just the thing to do that. I hope this fight scene is okay, its been a really long time since I've even attempted one. But I hope you all enjoy this extra chapter. Next chapter should be them leaving the chamber, this time after spending 12 full months inside. Peace everyone.