Castle Walls
Chapter 3: A Gift Makes the Difference.
Note: Hot Damn! I have never gotten so many reviews on just two chapters. Thanks to, happygohangirl, Kawaii361, Silver Angel, Cat, SwomeSwan, Ooshii Kurai, Professor Authordude, Chaney, MystikGohan, gohans-girl, linn, Mgblood, humanok, ssjGoten, and Samara-chan. George if you ever read this, thanks! Try to leave a review or e-mail me, okay?
Mm. Kawaii361 I'm not going to make this a G/V for a very good reason. I hope this doesn't deter you from reading on, my reason is a good one.
I'm going to be taking a poll- my Beta/Co-writer and I are perplexed as to which house Gohan fits into best. He has the qualities of all four, even Slytherin. Tell me in your review, and if you give reasons to back up your choice all the better. Don't just say Gryffindor because Harry is in it, Harry is not playing a major role! I'm writing this for three very good reasons; one of them is the development of characters of the Harry Potter books that are very one dimensional yet have great potential in the long run. Another is to do this crossover justice by not following the normal plot that is so predictable. The third is known only to my Beta/Co-writer, happygohangirl, and I. We won't tell!
My Beta/Co-writer is my little brother, he wants to go by just B.T.S. He's the one I bounce my ideas off of and this time I'm going to him for a lot of things, Harry Potter is his forte like Dragonball is mine. He'll be helping me to keep everyone in character and find the information I need. Sorry for the long note and on with the story.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
-Edmund Waller On the Divine Poems.
Gohan awoke the next day to the smell of yet another delicious meal, the sounds of the birds singing and the warmth of the bed he was in.
"Ah, man if life could always be like this." He said with a smile. Mippy was sitting in the chair snaking on a banana. On the end of his bed was a huge tray laden with food, enough for ten people or one eleven year old Sayajin boy. "Thank you for this, it smells fabulous!" exclaimed the boy with a grin a mile wide.
"You're very welcome. Now hurry up and eat, the headmaster will be here soon as will your guide. I assure you the student he got to show you around knows more about this building than any other student and is very friendly, a bit mischievous though. You'll like him, almost everyone does as long as he and his twin aren't pulling a prank on them." Said Mippy with a grin. "The Weasley twins don't do anything to the other House Elves and I. It's an unspoken agreement between us, we don't snitch on them and once in a while we help them get the supplies they need or give them hints on how to pull off some of the more original things they do." Gohan listened to Mippy as she spoke while he ate at his rapid pace. Last night, he got tired of being alone and he had Mippy stay and talk to him about anything except the offer of Dumbledore's. Mippy was uncomfortable at first but found she liked to talk to such an attentive listener.
"Mm. . .goog. . .*gulp*! Okay, that was great. You are such a good cook, not even my mom is this good at cooking. So, the guy showing me around is a nice guy with a bit of an evil streak when it comes to pulling pranks. That's always fun. Mm. . .but can I go around in this school in this?" Asked Gohan pointing to the oversized nightshirt he had on. Mippy giggled.
"Here, from me to you." She picked up a package wrapped in brown paper and twine and tossed it to him.
"What is it?" he asked as he turned it around in his hands.
"Open it, silly goose." Said the house elf with a grin. Gohan nodded and ripped open the package with great zeal. Inside was a whole outfit including a pair of jeans, a pair of brown leather boots, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather bomber's jacket.
"Wow. Uh. . . thank you very much. You didn't have to. This is great! No one ever gave me anything like this, ever." Gohan poured out his thanks to the now blushing house elf, "Everything I get is for my education or my fighting, especially my clothing. You don't know how much this means to me, I've only known you a day and you are giving me this. Why?"
"You were miserable, we house elves can tell those kinds of things, so I wanted to make you feel a little bit better. I'm really sorry you can't get home right away, but I really hope this becomes your second home of sorts. I like you. I don't like to many humans but I like you." Said Mippy. Gohan was blushing now.
"Thank you very, very much." Gohan said grinning at her. Mippy stood up and made the tray with all its empty dishes along with the trash.
"Well, get dressed. You have five minutes." Mippy said as she shut the door behind her. Gohan quickly got dressed and to his great joy, it all fit like it was made for him, which wasn't an impossibility.
Soon came a rap at the door and Gohan opened it to see a tall redheaded boy in a black worn looking cloak and beat up and stained tennis shoes.
"Well, hello there. Nice to see you not looking like a corpse." Said the boy with a bright smile. Gohan raised an eyebrow. The boy extended his right hand. Gohan shook the teen's hand, with a puzzled look upon his face.
"Um. . . hello. Do I know you?" asked Gohan. He was wondering how the boy could say that it was nice to see him looking like a corpse, besides he thought he recognized the fiery hair.
"Nope can't say that you do. I'm Fred Weasley, it was my little brother Ron who magicked you here in the first place. Well, the headmaster told me to tell you that he had a bit of business come up, he'll see you at lunch for whatever he wanted to see you for. I'm sure it's nothing too major." Said the teen still smiling. Gohan nodded.
"Yes, it is. I have to tell him my choice. This is just rotten, I don't want to get to comfortable here, but I can't just leave after how Mippy has been such a good friend to me. Well, this is a tour, right? To get me to stay at Hogwarts or at least take that test of Dumbledore's to see if I have a smidgeon of magic within me." Gohan said with a sigh. Fred's smile vanished.
"Why don't you want to go to school here? It's the best damned school in Europe. Are you bloody mad?" exclaimed Fred whacking Gohan upside the head to make his point, but instead nearly breaking his hand. "Ouch! Bloody Hell! What the devil is your head made of, diamond?!" He shouted clutching his hand.
"Sorry." Gohan smiled sheepishly and put a hand behind his head. Fred frowned deeply but then started to laugh which in turn caused Gohan to laugh. After a bit they sobered up.
"Right then, let be off. Lots to see and very little time to do so." Said Fred throwing an arm lazily over the potential student's shoulders. He guided Gohan through a maze of halls and staircases. Gohan tried to remember his way but became hopelessly lost after the fifth moving staircase and the seventh corridor to nowhere. Trick steps, false doors, Fred went on describing each bit of trickery the castle walls held and how to identify them. It seemed he had picked up the tricks of the trickster trade after just ten minutes of listening to his tour guide speak. After about the first hour of wandering around they stopped before an old looking door.
"Okay, see this door. Is it a regular door, a timed door, or a false door?" asked the elder boy. Gohan studied the door for a time.
"It's got a peaked arch, unnaturally thin and dark grained wood, and an overly shiny twist brass knob. It's a false door." Said the dark haired boy. Fred grinned.
"Brilliant! Good job then, Gohan. Come on follow me. You are a quick study, aren't you? Well, let's see when did I tell you the door tricks?" asked Fred as they walked down the hall.
"As we passed that door to where you said last year Harry, Ron, and Hermione fought for Sorcerer's Stone." Said Gohan. Fred nodded and whistled.
"That was quite a while ago, huh? Okay then. Here's the secret passage that goes from this statue to the kitchens and then to the outside." Fred prattled on and on about all his knowledge of the castle and surrounding grounds along with humorous anecdotes of his past pranks and plans for this year. Gohan unwittingly absorbed every bit of information that his guide spewed off. Soon they were outside and Gohan was in the air flying before he even realized it.
Fred stood agape at this. Gohan was doing acrobatics and laughing his head off, just enjoying the feeling of being aloft. He looked down at Fred and went back to the ground. Fred had been struck dumb.
"Oops, sorry but it's just been so long since I flew for fun in real blue skies. It's been a little more than a year." Apologized Gohan. Fred finally found his voice again.
"Sorry? How can you be sorry? That was bloody brilliant!" Shouted the red haired teen. "How do you do that, and why didn't you tell me about you being able to fly?" asked Fred, Gohan laughed and grinned wildly.
"Well, it just never came up. I use my ki to fly like that, I push it out and it holds me aloft." Said Gohan with a pause in the middle of the sentence. He had never really tried to explain how to fly except to Bulma, but she understood the basic principles of it. His face was red as Fred studied him.
"Okay, um. . . yeah. Anyways, any questions?" asked Fred, he wanted to stay semi-on-topic, or so it seemed.
"Dining Hall?" asked Gohan. Fred laughed.
"Oops, I forgot all about that, right?" Gohan simply nodded in response, 'How could anyone forget about the room where food was served?' thought Gohan. "Great! It's almost lunchtime anyways. Lets go." Fred guided the boy inside and straight ahead into a great hall that was just starting to fill with people.
At the far end perpendicular to the four long and wide tables where students were grouping around, was a tall long table were adults were sitting and chatting. Golden platters, goblets, pitchers, and plates on all five tables. Dumbledore was seated and talking to a rather frazzled looking female teacher with stained and dusty robes. Fred guided Gohan up to the head table much against the boy's wishes. He wanted to postpone talking to the old man as long as he could. Quite luckily, they stopped and Gohan was introduced around at the table that Fred said belonged to the Gryffindor house.
Too soon however he was called up to the head table by the headmaster who seemed so nice to everyone else but Gohan just did not enjoy the old man's presence at all. The wizard was just too much, overpowering, overwhelming and over intelligent. To top it all of he just reminded Gohan of someone that he knew he should know but he just couldn't put a finger on. Walking up, he racked his brain for who it was.
Dumbledore told him to take a seat at the head table, the only one open at the head table was between the headmaster and a rather severe looking lady. The boy sat down and felt all the eyes of the entire student body and the staff upon him.
"Great." Mumbled Gohan as he looked down at his plate and kept his eyes glued there.
That's it for now.
Later,
P.L.S and B.T.S
Chapter 3: A Gift Makes the Difference.
Note: Hot Damn! I have never gotten so many reviews on just two chapters. Thanks to, happygohangirl, Kawaii361, Silver Angel, Cat, SwomeSwan, Ooshii Kurai, Professor Authordude, Chaney, MystikGohan, gohans-girl, linn, Mgblood, humanok, ssjGoten, and Samara-chan. George if you ever read this, thanks! Try to leave a review or e-mail me, okay?
Mm. Kawaii361 I'm not going to make this a G/V for a very good reason. I hope this doesn't deter you from reading on, my reason is a good one.
I'm going to be taking a poll- my Beta/Co-writer and I are perplexed as to which house Gohan fits into best. He has the qualities of all four, even Slytherin. Tell me in your review, and if you give reasons to back up your choice all the better. Don't just say Gryffindor because Harry is in it, Harry is not playing a major role! I'm writing this for three very good reasons; one of them is the development of characters of the Harry Potter books that are very one dimensional yet have great potential in the long run. Another is to do this crossover justice by not following the normal plot that is so predictable. The third is known only to my Beta/Co-writer, happygohangirl, and I. We won't tell!
My Beta/Co-writer is my little brother, he wants to go by just B.T.S. He's the one I bounce my ideas off of and this time I'm going to him for a lot of things, Harry Potter is his forte like Dragonball is mine. He'll be helping me to keep everyone in character and find the information I need. Sorry for the long note and on with the story.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
-Edmund Waller On the Divine Poems.
Gohan awoke the next day to the smell of yet another delicious meal, the sounds of the birds singing and the warmth of the bed he was in.
"Ah, man if life could always be like this." He said with a smile. Mippy was sitting in the chair snaking on a banana. On the end of his bed was a huge tray laden with food, enough for ten people or one eleven year old Sayajin boy. "Thank you for this, it smells fabulous!" exclaimed the boy with a grin a mile wide.
"You're very welcome. Now hurry up and eat, the headmaster will be here soon as will your guide. I assure you the student he got to show you around knows more about this building than any other student and is very friendly, a bit mischievous though. You'll like him, almost everyone does as long as he and his twin aren't pulling a prank on them." Said Mippy with a grin. "The Weasley twins don't do anything to the other House Elves and I. It's an unspoken agreement between us, we don't snitch on them and once in a while we help them get the supplies they need or give them hints on how to pull off some of the more original things they do." Gohan listened to Mippy as she spoke while he ate at his rapid pace. Last night, he got tired of being alone and he had Mippy stay and talk to him about anything except the offer of Dumbledore's. Mippy was uncomfortable at first but found she liked to talk to such an attentive listener.
"Mm. . .goog. . .*gulp*! Okay, that was great. You are such a good cook, not even my mom is this good at cooking. So, the guy showing me around is a nice guy with a bit of an evil streak when it comes to pulling pranks. That's always fun. Mm. . .but can I go around in this school in this?" Asked Gohan pointing to the oversized nightshirt he had on. Mippy giggled.
"Here, from me to you." She picked up a package wrapped in brown paper and twine and tossed it to him.
"What is it?" he asked as he turned it around in his hands.
"Open it, silly goose." Said the house elf with a grin. Gohan nodded and ripped open the package with great zeal. Inside was a whole outfit including a pair of jeans, a pair of brown leather boots, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather bomber's jacket.
"Wow. Uh. . . thank you very much. You didn't have to. This is great! No one ever gave me anything like this, ever." Gohan poured out his thanks to the now blushing house elf, "Everything I get is for my education or my fighting, especially my clothing. You don't know how much this means to me, I've only known you a day and you are giving me this. Why?"
"You were miserable, we house elves can tell those kinds of things, so I wanted to make you feel a little bit better. I'm really sorry you can't get home right away, but I really hope this becomes your second home of sorts. I like you. I don't like to many humans but I like you." Said Mippy. Gohan was blushing now.
"Thank you very, very much." Gohan said grinning at her. Mippy stood up and made the tray with all its empty dishes along with the trash.
"Well, get dressed. You have five minutes." Mippy said as she shut the door behind her. Gohan quickly got dressed and to his great joy, it all fit like it was made for him, which wasn't an impossibility.
Soon came a rap at the door and Gohan opened it to see a tall redheaded boy in a black worn looking cloak and beat up and stained tennis shoes.
"Well, hello there. Nice to see you not looking like a corpse." Said the boy with a bright smile. Gohan raised an eyebrow. The boy extended his right hand. Gohan shook the teen's hand, with a puzzled look upon his face.
"Um. . . hello. Do I know you?" asked Gohan. He was wondering how the boy could say that it was nice to see him looking like a corpse, besides he thought he recognized the fiery hair.
"Nope can't say that you do. I'm Fred Weasley, it was my little brother Ron who magicked you here in the first place. Well, the headmaster told me to tell you that he had a bit of business come up, he'll see you at lunch for whatever he wanted to see you for. I'm sure it's nothing too major." Said the teen still smiling. Gohan nodded.
"Yes, it is. I have to tell him my choice. This is just rotten, I don't want to get to comfortable here, but I can't just leave after how Mippy has been such a good friend to me. Well, this is a tour, right? To get me to stay at Hogwarts or at least take that test of Dumbledore's to see if I have a smidgeon of magic within me." Gohan said with a sigh. Fred's smile vanished.
"Why don't you want to go to school here? It's the best damned school in Europe. Are you bloody mad?" exclaimed Fred whacking Gohan upside the head to make his point, but instead nearly breaking his hand. "Ouch! Bloody Hell! What the devil is your head made of, diamond?!" He shouted clutching his hand.
"Sorry." Gohan smiled sheepishly and put a hand behind his head. Fred frowned deeply but then started to laugh which in turn caused Gohan to laugh. After a bit they sobered up.
"Right then, let be off. Lots to see and very little time to do so." Said Fred throwing an arm lazily over the potential student's shoulders. He guided Gohan through a maze of halls and staircases. Gohan tried to remember his way but became hopelessly lost after the fifth moving staircase and the seventh corridor to nowhere. Trick steps, false doors, Fred went on describing each bit of trickery the castle walls held and how to identify them. It seemed he had picked up the tricks of the trickster trade after just ten minutes of listening to his tour guide speak. After about the first hour of wandering around they stopped before an old looking door.
"Okay, see this door. Is it a regular door, a timed door, or a false door?" asked the elder boy. Gohan studied the door for a time.
"It's got a peaked arch, unnaturally thin and dark grained wood, and an overly shiny twist brass knob. It's a false door." Said the dark haired boy. Fred grinned.
"Brilliant! Good job then, Gohan. Come on follow me. You are a quick study, aren't you? Well, let's see when did I tell you the door tricks?" asked Fred as they walked down the hall.
"As we passed that door to where you said last year Harry, Ron, and Hermione fought for Sorcerer's Stone." Said Gohan. Fred nodded and whistled.
"That was quite a while ago, huh? Okay then. Here's the secret passage that goes from this statue to the kitchens and then to the outside." Fred prattled on and on about all his knowledge of the castle and surrounding grounds along with humorous anecdotes of his past pranks and plans for this year. Gohan unwittingly absorbed every bit of information that his guide spewed off. Soon they were outside and Gohan was in the air flying before he even realized it.
Fred stood agape at this. Gohan was doing acrobatics and laughing his head off, just enjoying the feeling of being aloft. He looked down at Fred and went back to the ground. Fred had been struck dumb.
"Oops, sorry but it's just been so long since I flew for fun in real blue skies. It's been a little more than a year." Apologized Gohan. Fred finally found his voice again.
"Sorry? How can you be sorry? That was bloody brilliant!" Shouted the red haired teen. "How do you do that, and why didn't you tell me about you being able to fly?" asked Fred, Gohan laughed and grinned wildly.
"Well, it just never came up. I use my ki to fly like that, I push it out and it holds me aloft." Said Gohan with a pause in the middle of the sentence. He had never really tried to explain how to fly except to Bulma, but she understood the basic principles of it. His face was red as Fred studied him.
"Okay, um. . . yeah. Anyways, any questions?" asked Fred, he wanted to stay semi-on-topic, or so it seemed.
"Dining Hall?" asked Gohan. Fred laughed.
"Oops, I forgot all about that, right?" Gohan simply nodded in response, 'How could anyone forget about the room where food was served?' thought Gohan. "Great! It's almost lunchtime anyways. Lets go." Fred guided the boy inside and straight ahead into a great hall that was just starting to fill with people.
At the far end perpendicular to the four long and wide tables where students were grouping around, was a tall long table were adults were sitting and chatting. Golden platters, goblets, pitchers, and plates on all five tables. Dumbledore was seated and talking to a rather frazzled looking female teacher with stained and dusty robes. Fred guided Gohan up to the head table much against the boy's wishes. He wanted to postpone talking to the old man as long as he could. Quite luckily, they stopped and Gohan was introduced around at the table that Fred said belonged to the Gryffindor house.
Too soon however he was called up to the head table by the headmaster who seemed so nice to everyone else but Gohan just did not enjoy the old man's presence at all. The wizard was just too much, overpowering, overwhelming and over intelligent. To top it all of he just reminded Gohan of someone that he knew he should know but he just couldn't put a finger on. Walking up, he racked his brain for who it was.
Dumbledore told him to take a seat at the head table, the only one open at the head table was between the headmaster and a rather severe looking lady. The boy sat down and felt all the eyes of the entire student body and the staff upon him.
"Great." Mumbled Gohan as he looked down at his plate and kept his eyes glued there.
That's it for now.
Later,
P.L.S and B.T.S