Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ and I don't own Harry Potter. Don't sue, I'm broke. (but I have my Surge!! Heh heh *runs off laughing manically*)
A/N: Ok guys, now we're getting to the parts where there might be some OOCness. Sorry, but that's how it has to be if I want it to be funny. Also, I apologize that it hasn't been that funny yet. It'll get better, I PROMISE!!
Professor Dumbledore's Office
"Professor Dumbledore? I have someone to see you." Without a sound, the door swung open.
Gohan looked hesitantly at the door in front of him. He didn't really like the idea of having his memory modified, as Hermione had put it. Then again, he could probably fight off whoever was going to try and do this to him. The thought reassured him, and he boldly strode into the room. Before him sat an old man with a long silver beard and matching hair. This man had to be the Professor everyone was talking about, Professor Dumbledore.
"Welcome, Gohan." said Professor Dumbledore in a quiet voice, "Are you feeling well?"
"Yes sir, thank you." replied Gohan, respectfully. Even though he didn't know the man, and he didn't seem strong or scary, he had an air that commanded respect. "You, uh, you wanted to see me about something, sir?" asked Gohan, nervously. He didn't know why, but this man made him feel nervous, like he was being evaluated.
"Yes." replied Dumbledore, "I was wondering how it was, Gohan, that you managed to get into the castle?"
"That's what those three kept asking me." said Gohan, indicating Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "I mean, no disrespect, sir, but it's kind of hard to miss. It's a CASTLE for crying out loud!"
"No, Gohan, as a matter of fact, it's VERY easy to miss if you're not a wizard. You, I have been told, are not a wizard." replied Dumbledore.
"That's what they said." said Gohan, once again indicating Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "But I'm a little bit lost here. Can you explain, please?"
"This castle has spells put on it so that it's not visible to the muggle eye." said Dumbledore., "It SHOULD have looked like a run-down old building with a DO NOT ENTER sign on it."
"Oh." replied Gohan, "I see."
"Gohan," said Dumbledore, "Are you sure that you don't have any wizarding blood in you at all?"
"Almost positive." said Gohan, "I mean, my Dad's an alien, and I think that my Mom would have mentioned it to us if she was a witch."
"Can you be sure of that, Gohan?" asked Dumbledore.
"Come to think of it," said Gohan, "I guess I'm not home enough to really notice. I'm usually off either training with my Dad, or saving the world or something."
"Saving the world?" questioned Dumbledore, "Goodness, that sounds time-consuming." He had a slight chuckle in his voice. Gohan began to get angry. He didn't like to be laughed at.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, are you calling me a liar?!" he asked angrily.
"No, no, not at all." replied Dumbledore, smiling slightly, "I'm merely suggesting that you might be stretching the truth somewhat."
"Stretching the truth?!" burst out Gohan, angrily, "Sir, I will have you know that I've saved your life as well as the rest of the world's lives many times before! Do you not remember Freiza? Or perhaps Cell. Maybe Majin Buu rings a bell?!"
"Gohan, what are you talking about?" asked Harry.
"It would seem," said Dumbledore, suddenly, "That our friend here is not from this dimension." Everyone stared at him, dumbfounded. After a few minutes of silence, Professor McGonagall spoke up,
"So, Albus, what are we going to do with him?"
"That remains to be seen, Minerva," said Dumbledore, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands, "That remains to be seen." Then suddenly, as if just noticing him, Dumbledore said to Gohan,
"Oh Gohan, I forgot. You'll be needing a place to stay while you're here, won't you?"
"Umm, yes sir." said Gohan, almost apologetically.
"Well, I suppose that, since you know them already, you could stay with Harry and Ron for a while." said Dumbledore, "Harry, Ron, Gohan will be staying in your dorm for a while and following you to your classes."
"Yes, sir." said Harry and Ron, together.
"Alright, now, I suppose that you three are late for your classes, aren't you?" said Dumbledore, to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Well, no matter. I'll write you a pass." Dumbledore reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper. Grabbing a nearby quill, He wrote a large D on the paper, and handed it to Harry. "You three are going to the same class, are you not?" he said.
"Yes sir." replied Hermione.
"Good, then I suggest that you get to class." said Dumbledore, "Gohan will accompany you." With a flick of his hand, he dismissed them and they got up and walked out the door. Once outside, Harry checked his watch.
"Well, it should be the third class of the day." he said, and then groaned, "Aw man, that means Snape." he said, groaning. At this, Hermione and Ron started groaning as well.
"What's wrong?" asked Gohan, "Tough teacher?"
"Tough is putting it lightly." said Harry.
"VERY lightly." added Ron.
"Oh come on now." said Gohan, "I've had tough teachers before. The best way to deal with them is to do your best and keep quiet."
"We do our best." said Hermione.
"And we keep quiet." said Ron.
"But he still picks on us." ended Harry, "No matter what I do, he finds some way to compare it to Malfoy's work and degrade it."
"Who's Malfoy?" asked Gohan. To his surprise, Harry's face cracked into a grin.
"Ron!" said Harry, suddenly, "Ron, I've got an idea!"
"What?" said Ron, eager, as always, to make mischief.
"Well, you know how Malfoy's got his goonies, so we can never fight him?" said Harry, excitedly.
"Yeah, so? What've Crabbe and Goyle got to do with anything?" asked Ron.
"Well, now, if he makes trouble, we've got Gohan as our muscle!" finished Harry, triumphantly, "He wouldn't DARE mess with someone Gohan's size!" Ron thought for a moment, and then looked Gohan up and down a couple of times.
"Hmm," he said, "Well what do you know. I guess he DOES have his uses. What a great idea Harry!" And they opened the door to the dungeon.
