Castle Walls
Chapter Seven: Of Roomies and Dreams.
Note: Well after much postponement (Meaning P.L.S couldn't stop reading other fics and doing stupid quiz sites.) the seventh chapter is out! Much merriment should ensue. General chaos will happen soon, but not now. By the way, I love the long reviews and questions.
A long time ago someone asked how could Mippy speak so eloquently. This chapter holds that answer. But gingerbread asked how did Gohan feel all of his former injuries heal, quite simple. Often when Gohan was healed it was hasty and after a battle. If you don't set bones right and fix tears in tissue you will end up with internal scars and off center bones, however they will still work right. Have you ever felt a slight pain or tightness around a new wound a day or so after you get hurt? Well, that is the skin pulling together and healing. Now imagine that all of your bones and scarred muscle moving and pulling itself back to where it should be. Of course he felt it, and was lucky that it was as painless as possible, one of the potion's side effects.
Thanks to Mystik Gohan, gingerbread, happygohangirl, qweenie33, Jimbo Jones, Hyperbole, Kagome Rowena Griffindor, Sakura-chan, vegito044, Ooshii Kurai, XxX Dark Kairi XxX, gohans-girl, Frying Pan of DOOM, Evenstar-Elfstone, Twain_faces, Lokia, Juno, Keith^Kurai, noname, Silver Angel, Sailor Saturn, Daniel of Lorien, and codesagewp.
A man's
dreams are an index to his greatness.
Zadok Rabinwitz
Dinner went smoothly, well as smoothly as Gohan could expect. Aster, a second year girl called Alesia and the boy chatted about what he had to expect from the school and the two girls promised they would help him whenever they could. Alesia was especially adamant about them helping him out. She said it was like her calling to do so, besides she claimed she owed him one when he 'accidentally' tripped a boy who was making fun of the girl who had a 'bleeding heart'.
He was now in the kitchens with Mippy, who was teaching him how to use basic household magic like the House Elves do.
"Now are you focused on what you want the rag to do?" she asked.
Gohan's face was one of severe calm, "Yes, It will dip itself into the water and rub the dish." He said. "No ki," he took a deep breath and held out a hand, "Now." He spoke. The rag on the table twitched and then rose up a few inches. Gohan made a fist with his out stretched hand and then opened it again. His eyes flashed blue green and a bead of sweat was running down his face. The cloth started to move in the direction of the sink when Gohan fell to his knees and the cloth fell to the floor.
His breath was heavy as he lifted himself up and Mippy handed him a large glass of apple juice. "Are you okay?" she asked. Gohan nodded as he took the class of juice. He downed it in one gulp.
"Thank you. I almost had it." he sat down on a stool and stared at the cloth. Sighing he looked at the clock on the wall. It was seven fifteen. It had been a half hour since he convinced Mippy to try to teach him how to mimic House Elf Magic. So far he had mastered moving objects from place to place but anything more complex than that he couldn't even move the object.
"Don't worry about it. Moving things around is a fourth year charm for wizards. To master that without a wand is very good for someone who has had no formal training. Come on I'll walk you back to your room." She smiled at him and he stood and gave a small half-smile back.
He followed her out of the kitchens and down the halls, they talked about how his trip to Diagon Alley went. He found it great fun to just talk and forget about everything. When they entered the Slytherin common room he picked up Mippy and zankozened to his room. Luckily, no one was there. He set her down on his bed.
"That was fun." She said. The door opened and a small tan boy entered. He had large brown eyes and spiky black hair. He looked at Gohan and Mippy and then went to his bed and pulled out a book.
"Well, I just wanted to see if you could maybe help me study. I have no idea of where to even start." Said Gohan with a slight laugh. Mippy smiled at him.
"Of course you don't. Well, let's see what you have." She stood up and walked on his bed over to the large pile of books on a table next to the head of his bed. "Oh, look at this mess. I swear no real teacher would assign you books that only proclaim his greatness. I have a feeling that he has never even been out of England let alone fought these monsters." Said Mippy. The boy reading looked up sharply.
"What?" he asked. A look of surprise was on his face. Mippy smiled at him.
"I was insulting Lockheart. Even you have to admit he is an idiot." Said the House Elf. The boy's jaw dropped.
"But you're a House Elf." He said.
"I am a Hogwarts raised House Elf, thank you very much. My mother was Dumbledore's personal elf. That kind man made sure he she always read and would talk with her often. When I was born she raised me the same way. Both my mother and Dumbledore made sure I could always speak my mind, be myself, and never have to worry about cruel masters and idiotic taboo. I was assigned to Gohan for that very reason." Said Mippy crossing her arms over her chest. The boy was silent as her words sank in.
"O, okay." He said with a blush. Gohan smiled at him.
"Hello, what's your name?" asked Gohan.
"I'm Geoffrey Tongan."
"Nice to make your acquaintance. This is Mippy." Gohan said with an infectious grin. Geoffrey smiled back. "So what are you reading?" he asked.
"It's one of the books we have to read for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This is the one where he kills the werewolf or something. It's well written but my father says that tracking werewolves is not that glamorous. My father is a tracker for the Department of Magical Creatures."
"That sounds like a great job. I was wondering if I wanted to get a dragon for a pet do you think they would let me?" Geoffrey's eyes widened .
"Why in the world would you WANT a dragon? They are violent and uncontrollable creatures." Exclaimed the tracker's son. He had seen first hand the damage a rouge dragon could do. It was not pretty.
"Um. . . well, I kind of miss raising dinosaurs and dragons. My dad and I used to help out them whenever they needed help." Gohan said, putting a hand behind his head.
"You don't befriend dragons here! They are very aggressive and easily angered. They do very little good for us." Said Geoffrey putting down the book and getting off his bed. He opened his trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out an orange-yellow envelope and walked over to Gohan. He handed the envelope to the other boy. "Open it. They are photos from the last rouge dragon. The dragon was a small male Welsh Green. It tore up a whole Muggle village." Gohan looked at the photos. Burned houses, ripped apart autos, and a whole lot of senseless destruction.
"What provoked him?" asked Gohan with a sad voice.
"They never found out. They captured it and sent it to a reserve that is far from any humans other than trained witches and wizards. This is a 'good' attack, no casualties, all the Muggles had their memory erased, and all the damage was repaired before any of the Muggle media found out. My dad said that while rouges are getting rare they are still very tragic. We can usually pin it on a bombing or a freak fire."
"I had no idea. How do you guys handle hiding everything? I understand why you have to hide it but don't you just want to scream at the top of your lungs that you're a wizard?" asked Gohan. Geoffrey nodded.
"Yeah, but it's our lifestyle. You'll get used to it." said the dark skinned boy. Geoffrey shrugged and when Gohan handed him the pictures back he placed them into his trunk and an uncomfortable silence fell over the room like a blanket.
Gohan's head snapped up after a few more minutes of silence. Mippy vanished with a loud crack. Two seconds later the large oaken door creaked open and a short pale skinned boy with dark and dark red streaked hair in the school uniform followed by two boys. One was in jeans and a plain black t-shirt whose brown hair was in a bowl cut not unlike Trunks', his tanned skin evidenced his love of the outdoors and his smile was one that could ensnare a random lovesick girl's heart. The other boy was a red head with his hair cropped close to his skull in a buzz cut, dressed in now wrinkled school robes and chatting loudly with the brown haired boy, he was obviously the most outspoken boy that Gohan had ever seen. Geoffrey stood up and stopped the group. The boy with di-colored hair looked a slightly bit angry with that.
"Guys, like it or not he's our roommate and a damned good one at that. Now, we need to make nice and introduce you lot." The three boys nodded and the red head stepped forward.
"Okay, I'm Clyde Terrill. I tend to be a rather late sleeper, and Geoff told me I snore." He said with a smile at the dark boy. The brown haired boy laughed a little at that.
"Well, I am Davyn Ohanzee, and Clyde does snore like a herd of wild beasts in a china shop. I am a late sleeper too, but I don't snore. I do chat in my sleep and have fun dreams. Like yesterday I went to a Muggle carnival. I rode the roller coaster five times." Davyn smiled roguishly. The last boy went up to Gohan and held out his hand stiffly, like a robot doing a programmed task. Gohan took the hand and shook it gently.
"Good Evening, My name is Keith Asuburn. I don't snore, talk, or anything else in my sleep. I will treat you with respect, until you prove to be not up to my standards. I will not treat your ill-choice of company as kindly. Do try to keep the visitations down to none at all in my presence." He said coldly and he went to his bed and pulled the draperies shut.
"Don't mind him." Said Clyde. "Tell us about yourself Gohan." Prompted Clyde as all the boys now sat on their beds, all getting into their night clothes, in Gohan's case it was a simple pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
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Gohan had fallen asleep late that night, the four boys had talked animatedly all night. But now he was dreaming, and from the outside seemed to be calm. Inside however. . .
An image of Mirai Trunks falling to Cell's finger beam. "Now! Gohan finish it now!"
An image of his father's last smile, and good bye. "Get Angry! Think about those who have died!"
An image of Freeza, followed by Cell and the four androids. "It's now or never boy!"
An image of Cell powering up the Kame Ha Wave. "You didn't hack it."
An image of Freeza shooting Dende. "I don't know why you even tried."
An image of Piccolo stepping in front of Nappa's blast meant for a five year old Gohan. "You never could get it right."
An image of Vegeta squeezing his father into a bloody ball of mush in were-monkey form. "You were just one disappointment after another."
Gohan now stood in a black oblivion. He was cold and weak. "Embrace it, this is your home. This is the end of it all. You failed and this is your reward. Chaos welcomes your soul." Gohan shivered he couldn't run. He knew the voice was right about everything. He should just accept the offer, after all how bad could the end of everything be? He was ready to just give himself up when a bright light welled up from within. It flooded him with memories, good and bad. His father's smiles, his mother's worry, Piccolo's advice, Krillian's laugh, Vegeta's will to be the best, Bulma's kindness, Yamcha's jokes, Tein's loyalty, Chouszu's buoyant nature, Puar's voice, Dende's compassion. They were all there to support him, to help him. They gave him the power to say no." The bright light of love blinded him and took him far from the darkness. He was safe.
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A voice deep inside echoed, "Don't give in to the darkness. We have a job to do."
P.- B. has something he needs to tell you all.
B.- Play Tony Hawk video games!
P.- And that has to do with the story how?
B.- It doesn't but who cares, Tony Hawk is the greatest!
P.- Okay. . . I'm going to put him on some drugs and in a straightjacket.
B.- Yeah! I get to wear a hella cool straightjacket! Beat that you guys!
P.- *sweatdrops* Yeah. . . Meanwhile, please read The Princess Chronicles: Part One Stars Unite! story id: 1188972 and Princess Chronicles: Part Two Stars Divided. story id: 1242883, by Sailor Saturn. They are two really good fics. Well written and the characters are superb. This is a fic for anyone who may have been a Sailor Moon fan at one time but now has moved away from that. It reminds you why you liked it in the first place and draws you into the world Sailor Saturn has crafted. Read it, and review, despite how good it is only rsd and I seem to have discovered her talents. Later!