Summary: In which Bulma manages to cause a rip in the universe, plucking a poor and unsuspecting Hari Potter from her world and dropping her unceremoniously into the next. Or, in which Hari unknowingly becomes a homewrecker. She blames it on the Potter Luck. Fem!Harry. Goku/Hari.
A/N: I don't even know where this came from. But, fuck it, right? Also, while I may not know exactly what I'm doing with this, I will make it known that I will be taking huge liberties with this. Not even kidding. I would like to mention that it has been a long time since I read any of the HP books, so there might be some mistakes regarding information. But not to worry, I'm going to re-read them soon anyway. So any mistakes will be fixed.
Also, I apologize for any spelling mistakes. Or confusion in general. Because we are literally jumping right in, no build up or anything. So, enjoy?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Dragon Ball Z, or Harry Potter.
It happened in an instant and it surprised her, how in one moment, everything seemed to be perfectly normal and the in next, everything had gone to shit.
But she would admit that it wasn't at all how she expected it. Whatever caused the explosion had done...something. Of course, the decimation of Grimmauld Place – or evidence of – was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the destruction of a vast lab of sorts. Debris and carnage littered the floor, dust yet to settle, casting a thick smokey film that hovered inches above the ground. Broken and sparking wires hung limply from the ceiling, where a large hole seemed to have punched through thick concrete. Machines lined the far back wall, seemingly unharmed. Hari couldn't even begin to wonder what the machines were for – her knowledge on muggle technology only stretched so far, and is incredibly limited.
From her position in between the rubble, she could spot a dome-shaped machine on the far right with its top ripped wide open, and thick plumes of gray smoke oozed out at a steady rate.
This...this is definitely not Grimmauld Place – nor was it anywhere familiar. She would like to say she managed to apparate out in time, or perhaps activated a portkey in a blind panic. That would be a lie. Her best explanation was that there is none. It just happened. There was no warning and certainly no time to prepare for such a turn of events.
Mad-Eye would be rolling in his grave, she duly thought.
But, it would seem that she wasn't the only one caught in the explosion. Hari could only blink in response to the woman opposite her, mirroring Hari's slumped form on the messy floor. She briefly wondered if the woman could actually see her at all – if the glazed look was anything to go by.
The woman looked more haggard than Hari felt. With brightly coloured hair blown wildly into a tangled mess, dust and concrete knitted together in between various strands of hair, and dirt lined her small face. Whatever clothing this woman had been wearing had become nothing more than a burnt lump that scarcely still clung to her body. Hari couldn't tell if she had been wearing a dress or pants and shirt. Colours became indistinguishable, making it appear that whatever this woman was wearing, that it was one big scorch mark. The only thing untouched were the thick, elbow high gloves. It made Hari wonder how that was even possible.
The cerulean haired woman abruptly jolted forward on her hands and knees, hastily swiping away at the fallen debris with a thickly gloved hand in an attempt to draw closer. Hari leaned back on reflex when she was a breath away, and wrinkled her nose in disgust as the woman huffed out a heavy breath that smelled strongly of coffee.
"It...it worked," breathed woman, her words near silent.
It became a little too much when a stray hand reached up to caress her cheek, which Hari batted away. "What worked?" She snapped back, far more aggressive than she intended.
The woman paid her no heed, her gaze still glassy. Hari wondered if she sustained a head injury in the explosion. The woman beamed in response a moment later, eyes lighting up in glee – all former traces of the previous dazed expression now gone.
"Amazing!"
What, exactly, is amazing, Hari will never know. The woman was quick to extract herself from her personal bubble as she was to invade it, already halfway across the room wearing a new expression that Hari was eerily familiar with. Hermione often wore that face, when she was on the cusp of something extraordinary or downright ingenious.
The woman continued to pace, completely ignoring the waste that littered the floor, kicking up more dust the longer she paced back and forth.
Hari blinked.
By this point Hari was tempted to apparate out, already done with the situation – while a small part of her wished it was only a dream – but resisted the urge. The last thing she wanted to do was expose magic to a muggle needlessly. The backlash of that alone already had her head spinning.
So despite her confusion of no longer being in her home, and landing somewhere entirely unfamiliar, she pulled herself to her feet with slow movements as not to startle the pacing (crazy) woman. Now all she needed to do was find the door and avoid the sparking wires that glinted and spat venomously from above.
And keep as quiet as possible, thought Hari who eyed the blue haired woman wearily.
Of course, before anything could be done – and before Hari could even take a single step in the right direction – something solid connected with her back.
It was sharp and sudden, lighting up a burning pain that rippled angrily between her shoulder blades as she shot forward, body arching backward unnaturally. The room seemed to spin for a moment, while Hari was ripped from one side of the strange lab to the next.
A half scream had already left her lips before her head connected solidly against one of the many machines, creating a nauseating cracking sound that rang out sickeningly.
It was rather unfortunate. After years of mounting paranoia, her guard rarely ever slipped. So drawing the conclusion that a slab of concrete was the reason for her being flung across the room seemed to be wholly incorrect. It was almost embarrassing, Hari realized, her body already slumping down sluggishly as dark spots obscured her vision, when a voice echoed out.
A childish and nasally voice.
"I got it!"
God dammit.