Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would have a better computer. Preferably one that doesn't delete my files, thank you very much.
Author's Note: I figured I might as well expand on the DBZ universe for fans of this story but not of the anime. For the record, you can see it at about 4:30 and 6:30 PM eastern time, right now anyway, on the Cartoon Network. And there are tapes and DVDs. At any rate, the story starts out in Dragon Ball, which revolves around Goku (Kakarot), a small boy with unusual power, a stomach that can hold more than most countries, and a tail. He goes on various adventures, making friends and enemies, and basically searching for seven Dragon Balls, mystical glass spheres which, when brought together, can summon a dragon who will grant any wish in his power. Then the balls power down for a year and the cycle starts over. It eventually moves into Dragon Ball Z, which involves Kakarot's wife, children, and friends. He meets his long-lost elder brother, Raditz, who tells him of his true race: Saiyan. He is a powerful alien from the planet Vegeta that was destroyed by Lord Freiza. The Saiyans have the ability to ascend to what is called by some as "the Legendary Transformation", or basically Super Saiyan. Their hair stands on end and turns blond, while their irises and pupils turn green and they are surrounded by a golden aura. Their heart would have to be completely pure, though. Pure good or pure evil. Kakarot turns out to be the first Saiyan in a millenium to achieve the Legendary, followed by his son and a former enemy turned friend named Vegeta (he would have been heir to the planet of the same name had it not been destroyed). Both Kakarot and Vegeta, who will eventually be the last of their species, fall in love with (though Vegeta would deny until the end of time) and marry (though there is some debate over whether or not Vegeta and his mate are truly married) human women, Chi-Chi and Bulma respectively. To put it simply, Bulma and Vegeta act like Ron and Hermione with each other.
Bulma and Vegeta have two children, Trunks and Bra. However, Trunks's birth is not the first time we meet him. A Saiyan from the future appears at one point to help Kakarot with a disease that would eventually kill him at a time when it wouldn't do to be killed. He reveals himself to be Trunks Briefs, son of Bulma and Vegeta, and by implication Prince of All Saiyans (which, in his proper time, would include only himself). In the time of Future Trunks, the world was more or less under the rule of berzerk androids and Trunks had lost his father, who died in the first battle, and everyone close to him except Kakarot's only son (in that time), Gohan. Gohan trained Trunks in martial arts and everything his father would have, but in a battle not long before Trunks left for the past, Gohan was killed. This was enough to send Trunks into the Legendary Transformation for the first time. Future Trunks was polite, honourable, and stubborn to no end.
Kakarot also had two children, Gohan (named for the man who raised Kakarot) and Goten. However, he didn't get to know Goten as well as he would have liked, as he died before Goten was born, and when his friends gathered the Dragon Balls to wish him back to life, he chose to stay dead. He felt that it was he who brought all the danger to Earth.
At any rate, this is a very short synopsis, and no where near what you'll need to know when I get around to the sequel. If you want to know what happens, just know that Harry will get to know his family.
Harry was hungry. Harry had been hungry often during the summer, what with food being in short supply and wizard snacks being a poor substitute. At least at "home", or at the Dursley's, rather, he didn't feel uncomfortable asking for food. He just saw little point in it, since they actually liked Dudley and didn't feed him.
In the Moony Manor, however, Harry had no idea exactly what to do in the case of food. He wasn't really used to being welcome in a place besides the Burrow, so he didn't really feel comfortable yet asking for anything (at the Burrow food was provided non-stop without question). Finally, at about lunchtime, Harry's stomach rumbled so loudly that Remus didn't need his improved werewolf senses to pick it up. "Hungry, Harry?" he asked with a smirk.
"A little," Harry replied sheepishly.
"Well, I suppose our tour should lead to the kitchen, then."
As they walked through the halls, Harry growing hungrier with every step, Remus started talking about one of the subjects Harry had wanted to talk about since he first knew just who Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs really were. "I remember how much your father used to eat," Moony related. "He probably spent as much time with the house-elves in the kitchen as he did with your mother. I really don't know how he did it, and remained as skinny as he was. And as you are, for that matter."
It wasn't exactly all he wanted to know about his father, but it was nice to hear about it. It was the kind of thing, Harry thought, he would take for granted if he'd been raised with his parents.
It was about the time Moony finished his story that, as it often works out in this kind of story, they arrived in the kitchen. Harry had known that they were nearing it, of course, as his nose had alerted him sometime ago. However, as much as he would have liked to dash to there at impossible speeds, he felt it more important to listen to his mentor's tale.
They entered, and before Harry could even start to salivate over the food, he was hit in the vicinity of his torso by a flying house-elf. "Dobby?" Harry wheezed incredulously. As incredulously as one can sound whilst wheezing, anyway.
"Yes, Dobby is here to take care of Harry Potter while he is at Professor Moony's," Dobby said excitedly. "Professor Dumbledore said to Dobby, 'You are to be taking care of Harry Potter! He is needing you!' So Dobby is here!"
"Er… right." Harry wondered briefly just what Hermione would think of Harry more or less having his own house-elf for the summer. He imagined it wouldn't be pleasant. "Are you being, you know, paid?"
"Of course Professor Dumbledore is paying Dobby! Dobby gets the same he gets at Hogwarts, but Dobby would take care of the great Harry Potter for free, sir!"
"Dobby," Remus interrupted, "why don't you get Harry and me something to eat?"
"Oh!" Dobby looked embarrassed that he had forgotten. "Right away, Professor Moony!"
As Dobby made trips to and from the dining room, Harry turned to Remus. "'Professor Moony?'" he said dubiously.
Moony shrugged. "I wanted him to call me Moony, he wanted to call me Professor Lupin, so we compromised."
A small but loud voice came from the dining room informing them that lunch was ready. As he saw the spread on the table, Harry thought at the same time Is this all for us? and I could eat this. He sat down, taking care to not become completely ravenous, and took some potatoes and chicken. Well, not so much some chicken as a chicken.
~*~
Three chickens, four bowls of potatoes, and two and a half pies later, Harry wiped his mouth and met his former teacher's wide-eyed stare. "Finished."
"You think?" Remus responded, somewhere between amused and completely and utterly astounded. "Really, you don't want any more?"
Harry looked at the remains of the food. "No, I think I'm good."
Remus waved his wand at the table and watched the dishes float into the kitchen. "You are your father's son, Harry," he said, grinning. "But I think you could have given him a run for his money."
Harry chuckled a bit, not knowing entirely what to say. He didn't have to, however, since an owl came in the window and sat at the table. Or rather, fell onto the table and twitched occasionally.
"Is it dead?" Remus asked as Harry took the letter that was attached to the owl.
"No, just ancient," Harry replied as he opened Errol's post.
Dear Harry,
You're staying with Professor Lupin? Cool! Wish I was there.
Did you hear? Well, you wouldn't have heard, living with the Muggles. The Cannons are first in the league! For the first time in over a century! They've apparently got a new Keeper and Captain. Wouldn't it be crazy if it was Wood? The twins say he's the only one that could train the Cannons that well, and the only one crazy enough to take it on.
Privately, Harry was inclined to agree.
I told Hermione you were with Professor Lupin, and she'll probably send you a letter with Pig soon. She didn't go to Bulgaria, you know. Her parents saw the Skeeter article in a Daily Prophet she lent to them and they didn't "feel comfortable" with it. Slimy Bulgarian git. Maybe he'll consider someone who isn't four bloody years younger than he is.
Harry laughed at this line, and wondered when either Ron or Hermione would see the fact that they were meant to be.
Mum's telling me to tell you that the family's fine. And Fred and George are telling me to tell you to be careful with anything you eat when you get back to school. I think they've made you official guinea pig. They've been alright this summer, though. They bought me new dress robes, not a touch of lace or maroon.
Anyway, I've got to go. Hope Errol makes it before school starts. I would have sent Pig, but the twins stole Hedwig to send you a letter, so I had to send Pig to Hermione. I doubt Errol would have made the trip.
See you later,
Ron
"What is it?" Moony asked when Harry looked finished with the letter.
"Ron's just writing me back. Apparently Fred and George Weasley decided that I'm their new test subject for whatever pranks they think up."
"Ah," Remus said, a mischievous glint coming into his eyes. "Yes, I remember them. They were like the Marauders at our best. You know, that Marauders Map was really something we were planning to sell after school. But then we got caught up in the War, and… you know."
"Yeah." There was little else he could say. "Wait, you were going to sell it?" He was glad they didn't. It turned up a couple days after the summer started on his desk somehow. He strongly felt that Professor Dumbledore had something to do with it.
The little bit of sadness that had crept into Moony's voice vanished. "'Marauders Mischief Making Supply'. It was James's idea. He thought that everyone should be able to have fun at school and avoid teachers while doing it."
Remus went on for a while, talking about what they would have sold and to whom. They would have been an equal-opportunity vendor; even the more adventurous Slytherins would have been welcome. To Harry, Remus looked fifteen years younger, daydreaming about what the future would hold, instead of what the past might have held.
~*~
Dinner went well, with Harry eating about the same he did at lunch, and Remus staring wide-eyed at him. At one point, he started feeling uncomfortable, but Remus told him to eat his fill now as opposed to eating twice that at breakfast the next day.
Remus showed him to his room when Harry started to yawn. He wasn't in there ten minutes before he heard a knock, for want of a better word, at the window. He opened it, and Hedwig flew in with Pig behind her. The former flew into her cage and sat on her perch, cooing softly. The latter flew into Harry's head and bounced onto his bed. The tiny owl was carrying a letter larger than he was.
Dear Harry,
You're staying with Professor Lupin? Wow, you're going to learn so much! I'm jealous.
"Only Hermione would be jealous of learning," Harry mumbled as Pig flew around his head.
I suppose Ron probably told you, but I'm not going to Bulgaria. Mum and Dad really didn't want me going after they read an article on Durmstrang. I can see their point, I suppose. Viktor didn't seem too angry when I told him, but he did send me some good news. He's getting married. I'm really happy for him, and maybe now Ron will believe me when I tell him we're just friends. The prat. Honestly, can't he see
Anyway, I should go now. I can't wait for school to start. Mum and Dad are taking me to get my Hogwarts books on August first, if we get the letter by then. I wonder who the new Prefects will be and Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will be?
Love,
Hermione
He mentally shook his head in Hermione's general direction. He loved school, in very much the same way he loved butterbeer. Hermione also loved school, but more in the way that Dobby loved socks.
Harry took the twins' letter from the floor, where Hedwig had dropped it. "Making yourself at home, are you?" he asked her. She merely stared back. However, if ever a beak was capable of it, she was smirking.
Dear Harry,
Congratulations on becoming a silent partner in Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and Official Test Guinea Pig. Well, you and Percy, except you have warning.
Once we get ourselves properly set up, we wholly expect you to frequent our shop. It's good publicity: Harry Potter shops here, so it must be good. Hey, that's not bad. Keep this letter in case we need to copy it.
You should know, our dear sweet elder brother Percy swears up and down that he heartily disapproves of our endeavour. It must be going well then.
Thanks again for the money, mate. Really. Any time you need a tainted snack, it's all yours.
George and Fred Weasley
PS Are your fingers purple yet? It took a while to work out the potion.
"What? Ack!" Harry's fingers were, indeed, purple. As were the rest of his hands up to his wrists. They'd moved beyond just food, apparently. Now he'd have to treat every school supply sitting innocently in the common room as something dangerous, as it likely would be.
Harry put the letters on his desk, making sure to keep Fred and George's far away from the others. He didn't know what it might still do.
He laid down, hoping he wouldn't be entirely purple the next day, and fell asleep, trying to remember what he'd been thinking when he gave them the money.
Another Note: For those of you who enjoy spoilers and know anything about the DBZ universe, feel free to read my James back-story, "The Legacy of James: Onyx Eyes".