~Author's Note~ How did you like my little comments inbetween takes? Too annoying? Let me know when it does and I'll stop. Nuff said!

Disclaimer: It's the same old sob story as before.

Dealing With A New Gift

Chapter Four

Destination: Diagon Alley

As time went on, that's pretty much how everyone at the Look Out would spend their time. Bill Weasley would tutor Goten and Trunks in English and of the wizarding world from morning until dinner. They were only allowed breaks for meals and an extra one like a recess. Meanwhile, the other would exercise and talk. At times, the saiyans would tire, then go to observe a lesson on the balcony window seats. To stay amused, Goku and the others tried speaking the language themselves. But, amazingly enough, Goten and Trunks proved to be better at it than they were.

At meal times, Bill was just blown away at the sight of how much and fast saiyans eat! No wonder Chi Chi and Bulma had to cook so much food. (A/N: As you already know, saiyans can eat a heck of a lot more than we do. It's just the way they are. Anyways.) Half of the feast was gone by the time he started. From then on, he tried showing up and aparating sooner.

When Bill had free time, he'd watch the saiyans train for the annual Budokai Tournament. Plus, hear stories from them about their history on this planet, amongst others as well. Here and there, Bill would join in with Yamcha or Kirrin to learn some fighting techniques. They would have to admit, Bill wasn't half bad for a beginner. (A/N: must be that beginner's luck.) The saiyans and wizard would take turns showing off to each other on what they could each do with their own powers. At the magical displays, Trunks and Goten became even more anxious to be able to do that in no time.

Over the past few months, Bill would strengthen his body and mind training along side Yamcha and Kirrin. (A/N: just for fun and for him to keep in shape for now. Bill in a Budokai Tournament? Hey.that doesn't sound half bad!) While his students were coming closer to speaking English fluently enough to get by. Plus, the regulations of the wizarding world that they were about to enter.

A couple of days before the big day (A/N: September the first, when the school year starts at Hogwarts.), Argonath flew in during a lesson to drop letters before Goten and Trunks. After they had eagerly ripped them open, they were able to read the whole acceptance speech and supply list in English. Dumledore had predicted correctly when they could do so.

Once Argonath flew off with their replies attached to it's legs, Bill went through last minute drills on what to do in case of emergencies. So when the time came there would be no mistakes. He joked with the young saiyans when he threatened to hex them if they did make one. Bill also made a point for them not to use any of their saiyan abilities until all the wizards were used to the idea of having them in their school. Goten and Trunks promised to keep that promise no matter what. Even if one had to restrain or warn the other not to do so.

Now that everything was finalized, the small group was ready to leave today, on September 1st. Since the two worlds were in different time zones, they all had to get up early to be able to make it there by 9 a.m. (A/N: I think Platform 9 ¾ closes around noon. At least, it did in the movie.)

After the boys had finished their necessary packing, with help from their weaping mothers, they gathered about the courtyard outside. Ready to say their final good byes, Bill looked about.

"Uh, Supreme Kai? You wouldn't happen to have a fireplace around here would you?" he asked.

The whole gathering cocked their heads to one side in their confusion. "Yes.I think we do. In the living room neighboring the dining room," answered the latter. (A/N: I'm not sure if their room arrangements are like that, but I'll just say they are.) "But why?"

"It's a fast shortcut to Diagon Alley for those who can't disapparate yet."

"I get it now. Right this way," Supreme Kai led the group through the dining room to the living room on the other side. There was an enormous fireplace that covered nearly the entire wall on the opposite side of the room from where they were.

Bill went over to study it. "Good! Thanks Sup. This is just the right size indeed."

"Right size?" came the booming voice of Goku from behind him.

"Yes," he answered. Whipping his wand out once again, pointed down at the unused logs, and spoke, "Blue Fire!" From the tip of the wand, a steady stream of blue flames shot out to tangle itself amongst the wood's bark. "Ah, yes. That will do splendid." As the flames got bigger, Bill extracted a small sack tied with drawstrings from his belt strap.

"What's that?" asked the ever-curious Goten, peeping over to see.

"This, my young padawand, is floo powder. Take a handful of it, step into the fire place, state the name of where you are going, and then release the powder. And then you'd be transported to that place." (A/N: I couldn't resist quoting the jedi knights from Star Wars!) Bill extracted some of the powder from the pouch and held it out for all to see.

"It looks like sand!"

"Of course it does! Best way for muggles to never know about it's secret."

"Er, what's a muggle?" asked Gohan from Goku's side.

"None magic folk"

"Oh.," Gohan paused. Then he realized, "Hey!"

Everyone chuckled at that for moment, then said their good-byes. "Who wants to go first?" asked Bill, looking at Trunks and Goten for an answer. The boys looked at the threatening flames dancing madly about the fire place.

"I will," answered a hesitant Trunks.

"That's the spirit! The key is: to not be afraid, and state your location clearly. Wouldn't want you to get lost in Knockturn Alley, like poor Harry did on his first try!" (A/N: Bill has already told them about Harry and his adventures.) Bill extended the sack over to Trunks.

Trunks stared at it hard for a second, then looking about at the encouraging eyes upon him, 'Gee. This will be my first time so far away from home.' Then, he reached a hand out and grabbed a handful of the sand- like powder. To his amazement, the stuff was much finer than any grain of sand he touched. Trunks looked over at his mom, who nodded to assure him. He turned and walked up to the flames. The blue flames seemed to flicker. As if eager to meet him, or burn him badly. Making one shaky step forward, Trunks slowly tested the flames. Once he realized that they meant no harm, he brought his foot down hard in relief. Then, the rest of the way to stand in the middle of the blazing fire was no problem to worry over. Turning to face the others, raising a hand, he stated firmly, "Diagon Alley!"

Releasing his grip on the powder, the flames rose drastically fast to engulf him in blue. The sound was so noisy, that he couldn't hear the panic cry of his mother. As his surroundings became blurs and dark shadows, he made sure to keep his limbs tightly compressed to his body. The wind whipping by and whistling insanely by his ears. It only seemed to get louder as he went. "Oh Kami! Make it stop! Make it stop!" Trunks wined. But, with all that noise, he couldn't even hear himself say those words.

Before he totally lost his cool, the noise and draft had stopped. Trunks slowly opened his eyes, realizing that he wasn't moving anymore. He relaxed his arms in relief, but that caused him to go sliding down a downward tunnel. Spotting black ash on the walls of his entrapment, he was going down a chimney! Like all slides that have a curve at the end, Trunks came sliding out into blinding daylight of a shop, skidding across the floor on his back. Once he stopped moving, he cautiously tested his limbs to see if they were all in place. Sitting up, coughing, puffs of ash came fluttering off his battle robes and hair. Quickly standing up, he immediately brushed the rest off in disgust.

While Trunks was looking at his feet, a shallow fog of raven ash started bellowing out from behind him. 'What the-?" No time to finish that thought, because something hard crashed into his back. Once again he found himself on the floor, sliding, on this stomach. Covered in more suite than he was previously. Trying to get up, he accidently slammed his elbow into someone's chin.

"OW!" came the cry of pain from Goten. "Trunks! Watch it!" He rubbed his chin vigorously.

"I would, if you'd get off me!" yelled the annoyed latter in return. His companion immediately scrampled off to sit up next to him. Following suit, they both looked about. "Where are we?" He started to notice that they were in an establishment of some sort. The people in the perimeter were dressed in strange dark robes, or were they dresses? "AACHOO!" Trunks sneezed loudly, calculating that someone else was coming in. Pushing Goten to one side and him to the other, just in the nick of time, as another figure came zooming in a blur of red and black.

With the extra momentum, Bill Weasley flipped his feet upward to make an arc, and then land on them to the wooden floor. After that lovely excitement was over, they all quickly brushed off the ashes.

"I didn't like that." commented Goten, still coughing and sneezing a bit. "Where are we anyways, Bill?" He violently shook his head like a hair band rocker to get the layers of ash off.

"Well, boys, we're finally in Diagon Alley. Or, "looking about, "more like Madam Malkolm's shop at the moment. Good afternoon Ms. Malkolm!
~TO BE CONTINUED.~