A/N: Just because you're all so special, here's another update so fast. I hope you like what I do to Ron. I'm getting the feeling people don't like him either. grins evily Oh, and if you are disappointed, he'll get more later.

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Ron Weasley was not a stupid person. Oblivious, thick head and often had a one track mind, but he was not stupid. He knew someone was upset with him. Ever since Halloween, he'd constantly been the victim of many pranks. At first, he thought it was the twins. Ever since they had turned him into a smaller version of them, something that really upset him since he'd always felt he had been in their shadows, they'd be merciless in their pranks on him.

He no idea what caused this new malice. He cornered them after the first day. He wanted to know why his clothes were to small, why his shampoo smelled like something a dead skunk would be offended by, why whenever he was not in the presence of teachers the word 'bitch' appeared on his forehead, and most importantly, why it burned when he peed.

The twins swore up and down they had nothing to do with anything that had happened to him. They still laughed at him none the less.

"Well, if you didn't do it, who did?" They just looked at him for a second, then broke out laughing.

"Who have you pissed off lately?" asked George.

"No one." Said Ron.

"You really are clueless, aren't you baby brother?" said Fred. They continued to laugh as they walked away.

The pranks didn't stop there. They only grew in malice.

One evening, Ron got confused/lost in the dungeons. He had no idea how that happened. Or how he kept running into Professor Snape every 15 minutes, and losing house points. It took him three hours, and one pissed off Potions Master before he got back to his dorm.

A week after the pranks started, Ron got a letter at Breakfeast. It was a simple letter, it only said:

You owe someone an apology.

Ron had no clue to whom he owed an apology. In his mind, he hadn't done anything wrong lately. It baffled the red head. But then, a lot had been baffling him lately. He really wasn't doing that well in his school work. He didn't have anyone to study with. Seamus and Dean never studied, and he really didn't want to spend anytime with Neville. It was a real shame Harry Potter had ended up in Slytherin, he seemed like such a nice guy. Ron figured it must have just been an act. He knew that ALL Slytherins were snakes in the grass. They were all evil, and out to get you. He didn't go anywhere near Potter.

His sister Ginny was in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived. He'd have to warn her that Harry Potter was not a hero. He was pure evil, and his sister would have nothing to do with him. Not if he had anything to do with it. It confused him why his brothers hung out with him like they did. They must not have known what an evil git Potter was.

Ron crumpled up the letter and tossed it. He turned to tackle his breakfast. As soon as he tried to take a bit of his sausage, it jumped off his fork and back onto his plate. None of his food would let him eat it. After 20 minutes of trying, he gave up and started crying.

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The end of term finals were coming up really soon. Most students could be found in the library. Those in the library were studying, obviously. Except for a pair of Gryffindors who had a different project they were researching. Hermione and Neville were searching for reference of Nicholas Flamel. They had a mystery on their hands, and they planned on solving it.

Hermione was trying to solve it, because she was the kind of person who couldn't let something like this go. Neville was there because to him it seemed like the right thing to do. Neville may have been the quiet, shy type, but he knew what was right and what was wrong. Besides, it seemed like him and Hermione were the outcasts of their house. No one wanted anything to do with them. They didn't really warm up to each other right away. But once they did, they became good friends.

Harry entered the library and found them surrounded by a mountain of books.

"Hey Hermione, Neville. How go things?"

"Not so well. We're trying to find something, and we're not having much luck."

"Oh? Would you care for some help?" said Harry.

"Sure, that would be nice. We're trying to find a wizard by the name of Nicholas Flamel."

"I've heard that name before. Baba mentioned him once. From what she said, I'd imagine he's pretty old."

"What did she say?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." Harry said, motioning towards Neville with his eyes. Hermione got what he meant. He didn't want to talk about things in front of Neville.

"Why not?" asked Neville.

"It's rather personal. Not something to be talked about in public."

"Oh, ok then. Whatever you say Harry."

Harry and Neville really weren't that close. They were just both friends with Hermione. Harry had nothing against Neville, and treated him well. Which is a lot better then his housemates. They all thought of him as a joke.

The three of them continued to search. Eventually they found something. Of course, it was Harry.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"You found something?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, listen to this: 'Nicholas Flamel is the creator of the Philosopher's stone. The legendary stone has the ability to turn lead into gold, and produces the Elixir of Life. Flamel and his wife are celebrated their 650th birthday recently. This book is a couple years old." Harry tossed the book to Hermione and stormed out of the library. Hermione set the book down and ran after her friend.

Hermione caught up to him in an empty hall.

"Harry, wait up. What was that all about?" she asked.

"Remember how I said Baba mentioned him?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, she mentioned him when I asked her about how old I could get last year."

"What?"

"You know how wizards have a longer life span then normal people? By almost three times?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Saiyans also have a longer then human life span. I'm only the second wizard Saiyan. And we both know my mother died early. So I asked Baba what kind of lifespan I would be looking at. She said, and I quote: 'If you die of old age, knowing your kind, that may or may not happen. But if it does, you'll give old Nicholas Flamel a run for his money in the age department." Until today, I didn't know exactly what she meant. For me, this really isn't that good of news."

"I would think that finding out you could live for 600 years would be a good thing. Why does it have you so pissed?"

"In all honesty, I really have no desire to outlive my friends. Its bad enough most of my friends growing up had at least 20 years on me. I've always known I was going to outlive them, that's just how it is with grown ups. But finding out I have the potential to outlive people my age, and even younger."

"Bit depressing."

"Yup. But you know what that means, right?"

"What?"

"Just means I'm going to have to live fast, die hard, really hard, and leave a kick ass looking corpse." Harry laughed as Hermione punched him in the shoulder.

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End of term tests came and went. It was pretty harmless to those that were prepared. That'd be less them half, if anyone was keeping track.

The last day before vacation came, and true to their word, Fred and George pranked all the teachers twice. Some of them were excellent pranks, others seemed phoned in.

Several students got a kick out of seeing Professor Flitwick looking like a house elf. The flock of bats following Snape was another mentionable prank.

In all the chaos of the twins pranks, Harry snuck in a few of his own. At the suggestion of Blaise, he turned Ron into a girl via a potion in his drink.

"He really should learn to check his food and drinks." Harry said to Blaise as they laughed at the new Ron along with the rest of the school.

"With as many pranks that get played on him, you would think. Oh well." Replied Blaise. The two of them finished their own meals and headed back to their dorms to make sure they had everything packed.

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The train ride back to King's Cross was uneventfull. This may or may not have been in part to Malfoy getting super glued to the toilet seat. And the silencing spell on the loo. It was not a fun ride for him, but no one honestly cared.

When Harry and his friends got off the train, Harry looked over and saw a short spiked haired individual leaning up against the wall. Harry turned to his friends.

"This should be interesting." Hermione raised an eyebrow. They made their way over to the Saiyan prince.

"Its about time boy. You're wasting precious training time." Vegeta growled.

"Yes Grandfather. I'd like to introduce you to my friends. This is Hermione and Blaise. The twins are Fred and George." Vegeta nodded to them then turned to leave.

"Wow, he must like you guys. No insult or anything."

"That was your grandfather Harry?" asked Blaise.

"Actually, great grandfather. But yeah, he is."

"Seems like a nice guy." Said Fred. They all laughed at that.

"Alright guys, I gotta get going. I'll see you all after break. That is, if I'm still in one piece myself."

Harry ran off to catch up to Vegeta. The rest of them turned and went their separate ways.

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Harry and Vegeta walked out of the train station, and then down a couple blocks. Vegeta stopped Harry.

"We're flying home. You are to keep up with me. If you can't even do that, I'll know you've really been slacking off at that school of yours."

"I'll show you slacking off." Said Harry as he took off into the air. Vegeta smirked at Harry's retreating form.

"That's my boy." And then the Prince of All Saiyans took to the air himself.

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Harry spent about 95 of his waking time in the Gravity Gym over his Christmas vacation. And even some of his not awake time. Vegeta kept claiming that Harry had gotten soft at Hogwarts. In reality, that really wasn't the case. Harry had kept up in his training in secret. No one ever saw him when he went to the Room of Requirement to train. He'd actually gotten a bit stronger while he was away.

Not that Vegeta would ever admit that. He would also never admit that he really did love Harry. He was a much better Saiyan then most of his other decedents. Trunks' kids were a disgrace in his eyes. They were not fighters at all. They were the decedents of Bulma, not him. Harry on the other hand, he considered his heir. What was mind boggling to him, was that Harry was also the decedent of that clown Kakarot.

Harry was allowed a break Christmas morning so he could open his presents from friends and family. The big family Christmas dinner wasn't so much a break, but the required time allowed for a proper meal. A proper Saiyan meal itself, usually lasted at least an hour.

Before he knew it, Harry was back on the train headed towards Hogwarts. He was a little tired from the early morning flight. But after all the hard work he had to do over the break, the flight wasn't that bad.

Harry fell asleep in his seat with a grin on his face. He was thinking about all the surprises he left Vegeta before he left. Potions had their uses afterall

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A/N: Holly F---ing Ass crackers, two updates in one day. The world is going to end, I swear.

Right now, I'm working as a counsler, so I'm using most of my down time to write. That means you may be seeing more updates in the days to come. Yay.

Also, this was the first chapter that addressed the Philosopher's stone. .I bet you all were thinking I forgot about it, didn't you? Admit it.