Author's Note: So the idea for this story just popped into my head and so I started writing and have been having fun with it. Trying to make a DBZ/HP crossover that is a little different than others I have read. Enjoy!
EDIT: 3/22/2020 I have combined the old Chapter 1 and 2 into a Prologue. Enjoy!
Prologue
Ginny stood in front of the doors leading into the Headmistress' office after giving a quick knock to alert them of her presence. "Come in!" The voice of the Headmistress called to Ginny, she then pushed open the doors leading inside. She could still remember the very first time she had seen the office. It had been after she had been rescued from the Chamber of Secrets her first year, not one of her most pleasant memories, but still one that stuck.
The office had changed quite a bit from their previous times as quarters to Headmaster Professor Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall had taken over after the final battle as the natural successor to restore Hogwarts to its former glory. She had done that and even more as her tenure neared twenty years as Headmistress, a role that came very naturally to the Transfiguration Professor. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk going over some papers, Neville, or more precisely Herbology Professor and Deputy Headmaster Longbottom sat at one of the two chairs on the opposite side of the old desk. McGonagall gestured to Ginny to come take a seat without lifting her eyes from the document that she was reading.
"Good morning Miss Weasley, thank you for coming today." Ginny smiled at the greeting, she wasn't often referred to as Miss Weasley anymore, she had after all been married for almost fifteen years now, but that never stopped her old Professors, especially McGonagall.
"Good morning Professor, hello Neville!" Ginny brightly said turning to her old friend who in turn stood up and gave her a hug.
"Great to see you Ginny. It's been awhile, sorry I couldn't make it to visit for Christmas this year!"
"No worries, I know you had that vacation planned for months, I hope you had a brilliant time!"
"Oh yes, I always wanted to visit the Southern District, there are some amazing plants down there!" Neville always brightened up when talking about herbology, it always made Ginny smile as she turned her attention to the Headmistress.
"How have you been Professor? I really hope James wasn't too terrible last term. Harry and I had a long chat over Christmas with him to stop playing so many pranks. I don't know where the child got the idea that he should try and beat out my brothers' detention record." Ginny sighed thinking about her oldest son's antics. He really was a great kid, but the combination of being too smart with too much energy and a short attention span spelled trouble.
"Oh young Mr. Potter had a better spring term, though I can't say I wasn't relieved when it was time for summer break." Professor McGonagall winked at her, after all she couldn't stay too mad at the boy because he couldn't help but remind her of some of her favorite students from the past. Not to mention he was a darn good flier as well, she was quite looking forward to seeing what he could do out on the pitch next year. As Headmistress she was supposed to be neutral towards the Quidditch House Cup but everyone knew the woman was Gryffindor through and through.
"Now, you must be wondering why I asked you to come out here instead of sending you the usual list of muggle born houses to visit." Professor McGonagall looked at Ginny who responded with a nod of the head, she had been curious about the request. "Well, we have had some interesting news come to us last month. A letter accompanied by a prophecy was sent to us from an anonymous source. We can't be sure as to who the exact sender is, but I suspect it was old Sybill, I recognize her handwriting." Divination Professor Sybill Trelawney had retired from teaching five years prior and had supposedly joined an old seers colony out East, no one had heard from the woman since.
"It was a very interesting letter to be sure, but I'm sure you'd rather read it than have me tell you about it." Professor McGonagall passed a thick piece of parchment across the table to Ginny. She began reading the untidy scrawl supposedly belonging to the old Divination teacher
Dear Headmistress,
A prophecy has been made that I thought should be brought to your attention, as it perhaps will effect the enrollment of a student to your school. This prophecy was made May 26th of this year:
The one born pure of heart, today proven to be the strongest in the world. Two halves combat, the power to control the world lies in both. Left untrained, one powerful enough may use him as a pawn to destroy both worlds. The power to unite the two halves, lay in his hands.
The witch who made the prophecy seems to know whom it refers to. She said 'In a far away land, long departed from the traditions and customs of the North West District, are warriors, strong enough to protect the world without the assistance of magic or weapons besides their bodies. This is where you will find the boy Son Gohan.' This boy is whom my acquaintance believes is the one foretold in the prophecy. Although this is all I may say on the matter, I urge you to take action, for the safety of our world depends on it. Good luck!
Ginny wasn't sure what to think of the letter and the supposed prophecy as she finished reading and returned it to the Headmistress. Seeing the confusion in the younger woman's face, Professor McGonagall proceeded speak.
"That is how I felt too, after reading the letter. None of it seemed like it could possibly be true, and the prophecy, well it is ominous but also incredibly vague. I was having trouble on how to proceed with the information." Pausing she turned towards the wall where the portrait of the old beloved Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, watched the conversation with the same twinkle in his eyes as they held when alive. "It wasn't until dear Professor Dumbledore here butted in and told me to check the list that I believed." Ginny knew her professor was referring to the list of students to be admitted to the school. The quill and parchment were kept in a small room in the castle, no one but the Headmaster or Headmistress was allowed to know the location.
McGonagall continued recalling the memory, "It was actually only the second time I have ever personally seen the list before its final version is delivered for examination to my office each year. Now I'll have to explain to you one thing you may not know, the list is colour coded. If the name is written in black, it means the child is born of pure blood, green indicates half blood, and blue muggle born. Red is a colour we don't see often and it refers to out of District children, which usually are children of pure blood alumnus'. Now to have an out of district muggle born is relatively unheard of, never in my time at Hogwarts has it happened. So as you might expect, and if you know your colour wheel, I found the name Son Gohan in purple."
Professor McGonagall stopped speaking and looked to her colleagues as well as Dumbledore's portrait. "Professor Dumbledore and I agreed that it couldn't be merely a coincidence that we should find an out of district muggle born on the list the same day as reading a letter and prophecy supposedly about said child."
At this point Neville interjected, "We don't think that the prophecy was ever officially recorded by the Ministry. After Professor McGonagall showed me the letter, I had my friend Dennis who works for the Department of Mysteries do a quick check to see if there were any prophecy's made on May 26th. He said that there hadn't been a new one filed since April." Turning and nodding to Professor McGonagall as well as glancing towards his former headmaster's frame Neville looked Ginny straight in the eyes, and with a lowered voice spoke. "We all decided that such a prophecy and letter must have come from a higher authority."
Neville noticed Ginny's expression turn from bewilderment to incredulity. "I know what you're thinking, but it could mean a great number of different things. After checking with the registrar files which are made after the list is inventoried, we found that the boy, Son Gohan, lives in the East District."
Ginny gave an audible gasp, "But how! East District is basically on a whole different planet as far as the rest of the world's concerned! I've never even heard of someone traveling there, let alone getting access to cross the borders, how did we even get word of this boy's name?" This time McGonagall answered.
"There have been a few instances in which access and passage has been given to people from here. One instance, being our very own Albus Dumbledore." McGonagall said with a smile gesturing towards the portrait. As if it were his cue, the portrait Dumbledore began to speak. Ginny, Neville, and McGonagall shifted positions to look at the portrait more directly.
"Thank you Minerva for the kind introduction. It's wonderful to see you again Ginny, I do hope your life has been going splendidly."
"It has been, thank you Professor." Ginny replied warmly.
"I'd love to converse more on less serious topics with you, but I'm afraid now is not the time. As Minerva said, I have indeed once crossed the border into the East District.
"It was still when I was quite young, I was still only a Transfiguration Professor at the time. I had just published an essay on the break of the East District from the rest of the world in 1250. I ended up winning a Warlock History award for my essay, and hoping to continue my research, I submitted my essay and news of my award to the East District authority requesting access to passage into the East District for first hand research. Surprisingly enough they accepted my request, I was told that at that time I was only the third person granted access to the country in the last century, I was delighted!
"I was given a six-day pass into the country, unfortunately I also had to sign a statute of secrecy form after my visit to ensure I didn't disclose too much information about my visit there. Even though I wasn't able to publish any of the things I learned in my research, it was one of the most interesting experiences of my life, and I am very glad I was given the opportunity. What I can tell you is that the East District is quite a unique place, and it has progressed much differently than our own since the split.
"One of the most peculiar aspects of East District is that, unlike us, their residents do not have restrictions on travel in or out of the district. However, it seems almost unknowingly the residents do not cross the border. I have my own hypothesis, I belive that the borders of East District function much like ours at Hogwarts. Meaning that the residents don't chose to not leave, they simply do not realize there is more past their invisible boarders. It still fascinates me." Dumbledore finished his story with an inquisitive look remaining in the paintings eyes.
"Thank you Albus for explaining again, I still do wish you could tell us more about the District, and what we might be getting into by allowing this student to attend school."
"Alas dear Minerva, so do I, but it seems that the lawyers in East District are quite thorough with their documentation and not even my memory after death can allow me to divulge more information. But I stand by what I told you before, that I still think it will be an excellent idea to allow this child, Son Gohan, to attend Hogwarts. From what I had learned through my life, if the East District is wishing to interact with our world, it is for a good reason."
"So that's what you meant by a higher power Neville?" Ginny questioned as she tried to sort through all the new information she just heard from Dumbledore. She received a nod from Neville as McGonagall began to speak again.
"Yes, I still agree with you Albus. It does seem that the power to decide upon the fate of this child is out of our hands." Ginny nodded along with the other occupants in the room at this statement. Still piecing the conversation together, she realized a fault in the plan.
"But there's still a problem right! If Professor Dumbledore has been one of only a handful of people granted access into East District, how are we even supposed to contact the boy, let alone get him here?"
"Excellent question Miss Weasley, but one that we have already solved." McGonagall replied with an upturn of her lips. Ginny knew that expression, her former Professor was excited about something. "The day after my consultation with Albus, I sent in an application explaining the situation we were in to the authorities of East District. They have granted access for one person of our choosing to cross the boarder and deliver Son Gohan's admittance to Hogwarts, and we have chosen you for the task."
Ginny felt a mix of emotions, like a bomb filled with excitement and trepidation had gone off in her stomach. "Me?"
"Yes, I've always thought you've done a splendid job with informing muggle borns and their parents about Hogwarts, and think that you will be the perfect person for this particular adventure." McGonagall proceeded to pull two envelopes out of her robe and hand them to the younger woman. "In the first envelope I have outlined for you how you will travel into East District and contact the child. The second envelope you will see is the official acceptance letter."
McGonagall was interrupted by Dumbledore's voice again, "I do think that you should still send the letter by owl. The kids really do love that." Ginny smiled at his words knowing it was true, she then tucked the two envelopes into her own robe, she would open the first after she left the castle.
"I'm honored you thought of me for this task, thank you Professor."
"Now if you need any more information just floo Mr. Longbottom or me. It's already fairly late to be sending out acceptance letters, so the sooner you can inform the child the better. Good luck Miss Weasley." Professor McGonagall gave Ginny a smile, Neville went over and gave Ginny a farewell hug as well. "Good luck Ginny, I'm sure it'll be quite an adventure!"
"Thanks Neville. And I will say, this definitely was not what I was expecting when I came in here today." Ginny smiled at the two as they all shared a small laugh. The three adults said their goodbyes, Ginny left the castle she once called home, and after making it to Hogsmeade she apparated back home, excited to prepare for her journey to the East District.
The journey to the East District was quite an unusual one as detailed by Professor McGonagall's letter. Ginny first had to take a portkey from her house to where the boarder crossing was located, from there she was to receive transportation to Son Gohan's house, McGonagall had assumed in her note that it would be another portkey.
A few days ago Ginny had sent an owl with the acceptance letter. She had calculated how long she thought the owl would take to get from London to East District hoping that the owl would arrive later that night after the meeting took place. Unfortunately for Ginny, the particular owl she had chosen was quite the strong flier.
The first portkey, an old belt, was scheduled to leave at precisely 3:45. After saying goodbye to her husband and kids, who assumingly thought she was just off doing some of her normal work and meetings, Ginny proceeded to the family's backyard five minutes before she was scheduled to depart. Ginny checked that her brown satchel was clasped as well as her cloak. She wasn't sure what she should expect from her impending destination, her satchel contained some emergency supplies in case something in her plan went awry.
As the departure time came, Ginny grasped onto the belt, and felt the familiar tug at her belly button. Closing her eyes as old habit to shake the nauseous feeling of travel by portkey, she didn't open them until she felt her feet hit the ground.
The first thing Ginny saw when she opened her eyes was blue sky dotted with a few white clouds. Looking down she saw that she was standing on white tiles, a small building stood in the middle surrounded by nicely manicured gardens and trees. Ginny was most shocked by the sight of the bright white tile suddenly ending and being replaced by the same bright blue sky. Ginny deduced that would mean she was on a platform in the sky. She wasn't sure what she was exactly expecting from East District Check-In, but she would never have come up with this.
Still peering around, Ginny failed to notice two men approach her from behind. "Good afternoon, you must be Ginny Potter." Ginny was startled as she turned to the voice. It was a tall man with short spiky black hair and a scar running across his cheek. Next to him stood a short bald man. The tall man was the one who must have spoken because she recognized his voice as he continued.
"Sorry to startle you ma'am, my name's Yamcha, this is Krillin." The man gestured to the shorter man on his right. "And we're your welcoming committee to East District!" Yamcha smiled, and Krillin began to laugh at the odd face the woman they just met made.
"Oh, thank you, nice to meet you too." Ginny paused, her tongue lingering on a question she dearly wanted to ask, she gave in. "Um where are we?"
"Oh this is the Lookout!" Supplied the shorter man named Krillin. "But we hear you are on a bit of a time crunch, so unfortunately we can't really show you around." Ginny saw the man fumble with something in his pants pocket, finally pulling out a cracked pocket watch. "We're supposed to give you this, and make sure you hold onto it." Ginny recognized that the watch must be another portkey.
"Maybe next time you can see more of the Lookout, it really is a pretty neat place." Krillin, then proceeded to hand Ginny the watch. After the man let go, Ginny could feel the familiar tug once again at her belly button. This would be bringing her to her next destination, Son Gohan. Suddenly Ginny disappeared and the two men turned to one another.
"Boy, that's as weird as when Goku uses Instant Transmission." Yamcha said, Krillin nodding his head in agreement as they both stared at the place the strange woman stood seconds before. A small green face peered out from behind a column nearest to them.
"Thanks for helping out you guys. Mr. Popo thought it'd be best if she saw humans. He said that's what Kami used to do with these kinds of travelers. I really appreciate it!" Dende, the small Namekian guardian, smiled at the two men.
"Sure thing little guy, guess if that's all, we'll head back home then." Krillin said as he and Yamcha took off into the sky to head back down to earth.
Before splitting off and going their separate ways, Yamcha couldn't help but ask his friend, "What do you think that was about Krillin?"
"I really don't know, maybe we'll find out someday. I just hope it isn't anything bad, I've already had my quota of excitement for the year. Besides I've got a date with Eighteen tonight, that should be exciting enough." Krillin told his friend with a blush.
"You dog!" Yamcha exclaimed while giving Krillin a small punch on the shoulder turning the younger man an even brighter shade of red. "Well I certainly don't want to make you late for your date. I'll see you later then." Yamcha grinned at his friend's embarrassment and turned to fly east. Krillin turned west to get back to Kame House to get ready for his big date as well as let his face cool down.
Back on the Lookout the small guardian of earth questioned Mr. Popo. "Do you think I made the right decision Mr. Popo?"
"Yes I do Dende. I do think that young Gohan will benefit greatly from this opportunity. I believe your influence will help protect the fate of the world, and that is something we should all be glad of."
"That's how I feel as well Mr. Popo. Now we'll just have to see if his mother lets him go."
Mr. Popo and the young guardian shared a laugh and retreated back inside their home, eager to observe the interaction between the Witch and Son Chi Chi.
~~Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!