A/N: 1) From now on, there would be no titles for each chapter. I can't think of any so, sorry.
2) There were few mistakes in the previous chapter. I hope you guys are over it. I already said there will be mistakes in my fic.
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As Dumbledore apparated outside the Weasely resident, he saw Molly already waiting for him.
"Is anyone home?" Dumbledore asked.
"No," Molly shook her head. "The twins are at Jordan's house and Percy is at one of his friends'. Arthur is in the Ministry."
"Good," Dumbledore said as he made his way inside the rickety house. He still wondered why Molly would call him all of a sudden. But from her expressions, he didn't need to do legilimency on her. He could smell something was wrong from her expressions and seeing the circumstances that was going on with adding Harry's missing state; Dumbledore could not say whether or not he was ready for another set of problems. However, he could still know what this problem was. It couldn't be worse than Harry's disappearance. "Why did you call me, Molly. You know I am already worried about Harry's disappearance." He had told the Weasleys about this news. He knew they needed to know as they would probably be the only one who might know about Harry's whereabouts but then seeing how Petunia's thoughts were altered permanently, he thought it was no ordinary with or wizard's work. Either someone had abducted his golden boy or something...no. someone surely had abducted Harry.
"Albus, do you have any clue about Harry's vault being dissolved?" Molly asked.
"What?" Dumbledore blurted. "What...What are you talking about?"
"I went to Gringotts yesterday to take out some money..." Dumbledore rolled his eyes. No one could come at par with Molly's lust for money. "...and when I went over to his vault, it wouldn't open!" she said.
"Molly, what did I tell you about Gringotts' policy?" Dumbledore asked. "Harry's still using his trust vault. That means you can't take out an amount as large as a thousand galleons for more than three times in a week."
"I know about Gringotts' policies!" she almost screeched. "I've got seven children going to Hogwarts so I have taken enough rounds into that dingy place of the goblins! I was in my limits to withdraw the money from Harry's vault! It won't open, Albus!"
Now Dumbledore was curious. If what Molly was speaking the truth, that means...no. if something like that would've happened then Griphook would've contacted him. And he hadn't heard from Griphook for more than two weeks which...which in itself was now raising doubts in his minds as now he came to think of it. Now he was getting worried, too as he remembered one important thing. Since Harry was not at his relatives' place nor was he at the Burrow or Hogwarts, there could be a possibility that Gringotts' letters should've reached him. He gasped mentally. He knew what Harry would do. He was still a teenager and Dumbledore hadn't yet completed his influence upon the boy. If Harry comes to know what...No! It couldn't be. Griphook would've informed him about something like this.
"Alright, Molly," Dumbledore said, reassuring the now wailing woman. "I will go and find out why they would dissolve Harry's vault."
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As Harry let his punches hit the invisible enemy, Gohan watched his 'student'. He smiled. Maybe that was how Piccolo would've felt when he started training him all those years ago. He had to admit that Piccolo was a better teacher than his father. Whereas his father's training was only to prove yourself as crossing all the limits and be the strongest, something Gohan had learnt the hard way; Piccolo's strategy was a completely different one. If you want to be strong, you first need to prepare your mind for it. Your body will follow automatically.
Watching his friend's both fists sparkling with nothing but energy, Gohan couldn't feel anything but proud about his friend slash student. He wondered how he or rather his future self would've trained Trunks who had come back in time to warn them about the androids. He had seen how much Trunks from the future had respected him. They had shared few words with Gohan knowing how much he and Trunks were close in his timeline. They were brother in everything except blood and that's how Gohan thought of Vegeta's son even now. Though Trunks was too young at the moment, he knew he could be a brother figure to him just as he was Goten's brother.
Letting his thoughts slide for the moment, Gohan returned back to his meditation. Trying to clear his mind, he focussed on his ki. He knew that in order to get more and more strong, he needed to be stronger in his normal form. Plus, even after staying full super saiyan for a complete nine days after he and his dad had come out of the time chamber, Gohan still knew the transformation was exhaustive.
As he focussed his mind, he separated himself from the noises of his surroundings. Focussing on his ki and his magical core, he felt them flow through his veins. He felt the crackling inside his body. The raw energy of his saiyan heritage was calling him. His face now had an expression of strain as he tried to focus hard, trying to not let his energy take control of him.
Harry felt the air around him shimmer and get dense. Letting his training stop, he looked at Gohan as his eyes widened. A golden aura with crackling yellow electricity enveloped his friend whose eyes were closed with a face deep in concentration. This aura around Gohan, Harry knew it was different from the almost white one he had seen around the boy. It was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. For a moment, Harry thought he saw Gohan's hair flash in golden light but then he thought maybe it was because of his golden aura.
Gohan flinched as he felt the raw power of his ascended form. It was calling him with the same sadistic nature with which it had engulfed him during the Cell Games. The boy knew he couldn't let his power control him. He knew he had way too far too go to control his ascended form. Realising his stamina was wearing away because of his near transformation, Gohan had to let go of his meditation.
Harry saw Gohan's face returning back to normal as the boy opened his eyes. Harry gasped for a moment when he saw green pupils instead of black ones in Gohan's eyes. Those pupils soon turned to onyx again but Harry was now curious as well as shocked.
"What was that?" he asked Gohan.
"That was my power," Gohan said, a little sheepishly.
"That...That was unlike anything I had ever felt!" Harry managed to say. "And...And your eyes. They were...they were..."
"Green?" Gohan asked. "Harry nodded. Gohan smiled. "Did I ever tell you that we saiyans have an ability to transform?"
"Transform?" Harry asked.
"Gohan didn't say or moved. He just closed his hands into fists as his face got a frown of focus before Harry felt the air around him going dense again. Before he could think of anything, he felt a strong gust of wind hitting him straight before hearing a valiant yell from Gohan. He lost words to say as he now stood facing a Gohan with...with blond or rather golden hair. It was spikier than before and seemed to defy gravity. There was this golden aura around his body just as Harry had seen earlier. Only this time there were no electric cracks coming from it. Also, Gohan's eyes were green and his face had a more focussed more warrior type of a look.
"This is what we call a super saiyan," Gohan said, his voice coming out a little deep and showing power. He then closed his eyes and powered down to his normal form.
Harry saw the golden aura fade with Gohan's hair returning back to his normal jet black colour.
"And I would like you to not tell anyone about it," Gohan said. Harry could only nod. "Now, let's take a break and then we will have a sparring round."
"Please be gentle," Harry said. Gohan chuckled as he caught his friend's arm before teleporting back to his house.
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Hermione exited the book store of Diagon Alley with the book titled Occlumency in her hands. After hearing what Gohan and Harry had told her, she wanted to be prepared. If Dumbledore and the Weasleys were really what the two had said with the fact that Dumbledore could read people's minds, she wanted to take no chance. Already finished with her summer assignments, Hermione had the remaining part of the holidays for herself. And she knew she could master Occlumency in that time. She also remembered how Gohan had offered to teach her how to protect her mind using telepathy. He had told her it was far more effective and less tiring than Occlumency. Apparently, he had taught Harry the same thing and even Harry had said it was far much easier to use telepathy than occlumency. Even she was intrigued to learn it but that would mean her going to Gohan's place or him coming to hers. She knew she wouldn't be permitted to go to Gohan's place because she was home for only two months in whole year and she wanted to spend that time with her parents. Perhaps Gohan could come to her place? She could ask him.
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As dusk enveloped the quiet neighbourhood of Privet Drive, the bushes moved aside as a large black dog with extremely thin physique came out, looking at a two storey house in front of him. He had a gleam in his eyes along with anger unlike any other time he had felt.
'I will never forgive you for this, Dumbledore,' the dog thought as he growled in anger before disappearing back inside the bushes.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter...
And thanks for reading...
