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Ok, I'm on a bit of a roll here, I want to make this fic more INTERESTING!!! There will be a little more groundwork here, but I'll be starting up more of the plot *there's a plot? Where? Where? Oh, it's just another figment of my imagination *sigh* *
I'll be introducing more characters as I go.the Supreme Kai will begin aiding Dende in his evil plot to wreck Gohan's life, any other characters you think I should add??? Mail me any ideas, but not the email address on my user-lookup, I don't actually use it anymore; my new one is psycho_filly@hotmail.com, but for some reason, Fanfiction won't let me use it *hmmm*
Disclaimer: *is still crouching under computer desk with desperate, hunted look in her wild eyes; clutching the faithful tennis racket* I...d..don.DON'T..own..dra.Dragonball Z..or.or..Harry..Potter *evilly- smirking lawyer steps out of shadows and withdraws legal fees for claiming ownership* *wild-filly watches quietly as lawyers troop out of study, then smirks in favourite evil grin* he he he.I HAD MY FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!!!
**Chapter 3**
Fred and George darted down the narrow corridor leading away from Gryffindor Tower; scouting ahead for any patrolling teachers who might seriously endanger their health for being out of bed and in company of aliens. "go, go now!" hissed Hermione, pushing Gohan out of the picture frame, followed closely by Goten and Trunks, Goku gripping Goten's shoulder with Piccolo just behind him. Vegeta brought up the rear with a bored expression clearly writ over his face.
Harry jogged alongside Gohan, signalling to the demi-Saiyan which pathway to take. Gohan decided to slow down his jog a little, since his dark- haired friend was looking very red in the face. "So," panted Harry, "who are you anyway?" Gohan smiled, "my name's Gohan, what's yours?" "I'm Harry, so what's your home like?" "Well, it's similar to yours geographically, but the technology is a bit different and as far as I know, there are less wizards."
Gohan paused, taking in the endless stretches of stone walls, eyeing the sleepy portraits curiously. "Who's Dumbledore?" Harry, brushed a stray strand of hair from his glasses, "Dumbledore's the headmaster of Hogwarts, he's an extremely powerful wizard." "Who's the most powerful wizard in the world?" pondered Gohan.
Harry seemed to freeze, Gohan slowed further and stared at the pale young wizard, "what's wrong?" Harry seemed to reanimate himself, "well.that's a hard one to answer. It's basically a toss-up between Dumbledore and Voldemort."
"Who's Voldemort?" queried Gohan curiously. Harry turned away, glaring at the flagstones as they lightly jogged through yet another corridor. "Voldemort is the evillest wizard of our time. He killed my parents and tried to kill me too, but the spell backfired and practically destroyed Voldemort. I wound up famous and he wound up vengeful." Gohan bowed his head slightly, "I'm sorry about that. My dad's been killed a couple of times too, and the last enemy we fought also killed my mother."
The two then met eyes again; a feeling of mutual trust building.
At last they reached the winged statue guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Harry and Gohan waited until Ron, Hermione, Piccolo, Goku and Vegeta caught up, since Goten, Trunks, Fred and George were already there and making guesses at the password.
"I'm sure it's some type of sweet.that's what is was last time, wasn't it Harry?" asked Hermione, beginning to reel off every sugar-infused food product known to wizard or humankind. Goku stood patiently (drooling slightly) as the five adolescents with the help of Goten and Trunks, called out yet more types of chocolate.
Vegeta however, glared impatiently at the gargoyle's twisted face. Folding his arms and shooting an impatient glance at Piccolo, who was also looking suitably bored, the two exchanged a brief nod. Lifting his left hand up slightly, Vegeta quietly conjured up a small, but lethal ball of ki, eyes never leaving their places on the gargoyle's marble pupils. Piccolo reached out just in time to yank Goku out of the way of Vegeta's *ahem* ill- aimed ki-blast and the golden jet of energy entered the statue. There was second of silence, and then the statue gave a quiet sigh and exploded into millions of fragments of very fine dust.
Coated in suspicious white powder *he he he*, Ron, Harry, Hermione, George and Fred all slowly turned around to gape at the satisfied Saiyan Prince. Goku freed himself of Piccolo's grasp, "you could have hit me Vegeta", he said reproachfully. However, there wasn't any time for Vegeta to answer that one, because they were suddenly joined by a very old and rather ruffled looking man.
Albus Dumbledore had been peacefully admiring the night sky, watching the birth of a new star, and had just been down to the kitchens for a mug of hot chocolate when he returned to find some rather strange visitors and his gargoyle somewhat redesigned.
Looking over his half-moon spectacles in slight surprise, Dumbledore said mildly, "was there something I could do for you?" Harry stepped forward, attempting to brush off some of the marble dust and said hurriedly, "we're really sorry Professor, but we had a bit of an accident performing a spell." Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes surveyed the company, "was the accident with my gargoyle or with your new.friends?"
***
"Very well", said Dumbledore quietly, chin resting on his steepled fingers. Gohan glanced around the study; strange tools, statues and symbols, surrounded them; all of which seemed to vary in cult extremity. They were all squashed into a circular study which favoured red and gold drapes exceptionally. Ron, Harry and Hermione had explained their side of the story and Goku had attempted to re-enact theirs.
"From what I can tell", said Dumbledore after a thoughtful pause, "you have three choices for your status." "What are the choices?" growled Piccolo in his usual way. Dumbledore sat up, allowing himself to view the new additions to the school population more closely. " You could remain here for as long as you live and never return home." Gohan froze, stiffening as many of the others (bar Vegeta) did the same. "Although I can tell that's out of the question," continued Dumbledore, "you could wait a while until I gather enough magical energy along with several other wizards to be able to send you home, or you could appeal to powers in your own home world to bring you back."
"How could we communicate with them?" asked Goku perplexed, "I've already tried contacting King Kai, but we're just too far away!" The aged wizard smiled, tugging traces of his snowy beard off of his sweeping violet robe, "I can open a portal for a brief amount of time, but you will only be able to see and speak to the person; not actually go through." "Could you do that? It would be great." With a triumphant grin, Albus clapped his hands together and stood up, shuffling out from behind his desk and moving into the middle of the room.
Everyone automatically stepped out of the way, forming a semicircle behind the older wizard. The circular room darkened, until only a small blue light could be seen from the tip of Dumbledore's wand. Harry was suddenly aware of just how loud everyone was breathing, he was standing in-between Ron and Gohan; both of which were staring at the middle of the circle. The shadows swirling around the room seemed to deepen, closing in on the room's silent occupants.
Minutes crawled past, and with each one the wand's glow grew stronger. Squinting at the wizard's tired face, Gohan was surprised to see beads of sweat trickling down the old man's furrowed brow. I guess it's like one of us building up our strongest attacks, pondered Gohan, remembering his father's Spirit Bomb attack and wondering if it was similar to this.
At last, a blue spark shot from the wand. It vanished from view, but moments later, another blasted from the vibrating wand tip. They came slowly at first, but then more rapidly and no longer vanishing. A great electric blue surge issued from Dumbledore's wand and began to slowly revolve, just as Ron's red beam had done earlier. The sparks compacted and formed a disc, no larger than a coffee table top, but glowing an eerie electric blue and occasionally throwing off loose sparks.
"Quickly now", moaned Dumbledore, "who do you want me to contact?" Goku opened his mouth to suggest Dende, but Gohan had suspected that name would crop up. There was NO way that little.Namek would help them out, since he was probably responsible for letting the portal appear in Capsule Corp. Cutting in before Goku could speak, Gohan called firmly, "the Supreme Kai, he's probably got the right kind of powers for this".
Goku glanced at his oldest son in surprise, wondering why he had stopped him. Finally it dawned on Goku's permanently out-to-lunch brain that Gohan and Dende always seemed to be settling scores with each other, so perhaps asking Dende for help wasn't such a very wise choice.
Dumbledore's frown deepened, searching for the right opening. Half an hour later, the tension in the room had dropped considerably and Harry was wondering just how much longer it was going to take the elderly wizard until he collapsed in exhaustion, when Dumbledore gave a loud gasp and the portal glimmered a strange rippling silver.
Much to the entire room's surprise, a recorded message began to play. 'Hello, you have reached the Supreme Kai's planet. Unfortunately Shin cannot open your portal right now because he is busy ensuring that the universe does not spontaneously combust for reasons unknown and too confusing for the likes of you anyway. Please leave your name, universe quadrant, planet and post code and the Supreme Kai will contact you as soon as possible'. There was then an unmistakable click as the recording of Kibito's voice was cut off.
No one moved, nobody knew how to react. Finally the moment snapped and the entire Z team fell over anime style. The young wizards and witch glanced at each other in a mixture of shock and trying not to laugh. Dumbledore stared at Gohan as he attempted to clamber back to his feet in limited light and space. "Does your friend repeatedly get these kind of calls?"
Gohan grinned, "well, he oversees the entire universe where we come from, so I guess he probably does." "I think you'd better leave a message then", smiled Dumbledore, appearing to also have difficulty trying not to laugh. Stepping forward until he was just in front of the silvery portal, Gohan swallowed nervously, rubbing at a singe mark on his navy-blue gi as a loose spark caught his shoulder. Clearing his throat, Gohan began "hello, Supreme Kai? It's Gohan here, I'm in a bit of a predicament because me, dad, Goten, Piccolo, Trunks and Vegeta all got pulled into another dimension, so we could really do with some help if you could get back to us as soon as you can please?" Dumbledore whispered an incantation and the portal fizzed out, disapparating into thin air. The room flooded back into light, revealing the room's temporarily blinded occupants.
"Now", said Dumbledore, striding back behind his desk, "where are we going to let you stay?" Harry moved over to the desk, fiddling absent-mindedly with the sleeve of his coal-black robe, "they could stay in our common room if it's easiest, Professor?"
Dumbledore smiled, pushing his gold rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his crooked nose. "Do our guests have any problems with this?" Goku shook his head and smiled enthusiastically, "that's fine with us!" "Speak for yourself, Kakarrot", growled Vegeta in his usual charming manner. Dumbledore decided just to ignore the comment; it was too late for any more difficulties.
"Only tonight though I'm afraid", he smiled, "if you're going to stay at Hogwarts even for a short length of time, you have to be sorted into houses". Too tired to argue any more, Goku nodded agreeably; fine details like what the old man was talking about could be sorted after supper.
** reclining leisurely in a manner frighteningly similar to Dende, the Supreme Kai was in his study; largely ignoring the complex tools used for calculating the atomic balances of the universe. Sighing resignedly, Shin removed his boots from the polished desk and replaced all four legs of the carved mahogany chair back onto the floor as he felt Kibito's ki approaching. Why was that guy always ready to barge in the instant he put his feet up?
As the gilded white stone doors were swung open, Shin was back to glaring at the finer instruments, taking complex notes which in actual reality only served the purpose of looking as though he were working. Kibito bowed slightly, "forgive me Supreme Kai, but you have just received a transmition from Gohan". "Gohan?" Shin turned away from the hastily scribbled notes, "what's wrong?" "He's trapped in another dimension and from what I can tell, and I think Dende may have "helped out" in some way".
Shin shook his head in disbelief, would that little Namek ever leave the demi-Saiyan alone? He'd had more complaint notes about him than any guardian in all three of the other Quadrants put together! Frowning in disgust, Shin turned away, "I'll contact him later Kibito. Gohan will just have to find someone else to complain to this time."
Kibito blinked in shock, what was up with Shin today? Bowing respectfully just the same, the ancient creature backed out the room and closed the doors. Instantly resuming his former position, Shin pondered to himself, Dende always has all the fun, why couldn't he join in for once? Grinning in a most uncharacteristicly evil way, the Supreme Kai pushed his chair even further back until to his horror and embarrassment, the chair clattered over backwards and sent him sprawling onto the milk-white tiles and brought Kibito racing into the room in panic as to what had just attacked his charge**
At last! It's quarter to eleven and I'm finally finished!!! Please read, review and continue to put up with my gibberish!
I plan to give the Supreme Kai a bigger part, since no one EVER seems to write him as being as evil as Dende, despite the fact that he has even more opportunities!!!!! Think I should include anyone else? Review or email me at psycho_filly@hotmail.com, I'm always open for ideas!!
Ok, I'm on a bit of a roll here, I want to make this fic more INTERESTING!!! There will be a little more groundwork here, but I'll be starting up more of the plot *there's a plot? Where? Where? Oh, it's just another figment of my imagination *sigh* *
I'll be introducing more characters as I go.the Supreme Kai will begin aiding Dende in his evil plot to wreck Gohan's life, any other characters you think I should add??? Mail me any ideas, but not the email address on my user-lookup, I don't actually use it anymore; my new one is psycho_filly@hotmail.com, but for some reason, Fanfiction won't let me use it *hmmm*
Disclaimer: *is still crouching under computer desk with desperate, hunted look in her wild eyes; clutching the faithful tennis racket* I...d..don.DON'T..own..dra.Dragonball Z..or.or..Harry..Potter *evilly- smirking lawyer steps out of shadows and withdraws legal fees for claiming ownership* *wild-filly watches quietly as lawyers troop out of study, then smirks in favourite evil grin* he he he.I HAD MY FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!!!
**Chapter 3**
Fred and George darted down the narrow corridor leading away from Gryffindor Tower; scouting ahead for any patrolling teachers who might seriously endanger their health for being out of bed and in company of aliens. "go, go now!" hissed Hermione, pushing Gohan out of the picture frame, followed closely by Goten and Trunks, Goku gripping Goten's shoulder with Piccolo just behind him. Vegeta brought up the rear with a bored expression clearly writ over his face.
Harry jogged alongside Gohan, signalling to the demi-Saiyan which pathway to take. Gohan decided to slow down his jog a little, since his dark- haired friend was looking very red in the face. "So," panted Harry, "who are you anyway?" Gohan smiled, "my name's Gohan, what's yours?" "I'm Harry, so what's your home like?" "Well, it's similar to yours geographically, but the technology is a bit different and as far as I know, there are less wizards."
Gohan paused, taking in the endless stretches of stone walls, eyeing the sleepy portraits curiously. "Who's Dumbledore?" Harry, brushed a stray strand of hair from his glasses, "Dumbledore's the headmaster of Hogwarts, he's an extremely powerful wizard." "Who's the most powerful wizard in the world?" pondered Gohan.
Harry seemed to freeze, Gohan slowed further and stared at the pale young wizard, "what's wrong?" Harry seemed to reanimate himself, "well.that's a hard one to answer. It's basically a toss-up between Dumbledore and Voldemort."
"Who's Voldemort?" queried Gohan curiously. Harry turned away, glaring at the flagstones as they lightly jogged through yet another corridor. "Voldemort is the evillest wizard of our time. He killed my parents and tried to kill me too, but the spell backfired and practically destroyed Voldemort. I wound up famous and he wound up vengeful." Gohan bowed his head slightly, "I'm sorry about that. My dad's been killed a couple of times too, and the last enemy we fought also killed my mother."
The two then met eyes again; a feeling of mutual trust building.
At last they reached the winged statue guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Harry and Gohan waited until Ron, Hermione, Piccolo, Goku and Vegeta caught up, since Goten, Trunks, Fred and George were already there and making guesses at the password.
"I'm sure it's some type of sweet.that's what is was last time, wasn't it Harry?" asked Hermione, beginning to reel off every sugar-infused food product known to wizard or humankind. Goku stood patiently (drooling slightly) as the five adolescents with the help of Goten and Trunks, called out yet more types of chocolate.
Vegeta however, glared impatiently at the gargoyle's twisted face. Folding his arms and shooting an impatient glance at Piccolo, who was also looking suitably bored, the two exchanged a brief nod. Lifting his left hand up slightly, Vegeta quietly conjured up a small, but lethal ball of ki, eyes never leaving their places on the gargoyle's marble pupils. Piccolo reached out just in time to yank Goku out of the way of Vegeta's *ahem* ill- aimed ki-blast and the golden jet of energy entered the statue. There was second of silence, and then the statue gave a quiet sigh and exploded into millions of fragments of very fine dust.
Coated in suspicious white powder *he he he*, Ron, Harry, Hermione, George and Fred all slowly turned around to gape at the satisfied Saiyan Prince. Goku freed himself of Piccolo's grasp, "you could have hit me Vegeta", he said reproachfully. However, there wasn't any time for Vegeta to answer that one, because they were suddenly joined by a very old and rather ruffled looking man.
Albus Dumbledore had been peacefully admiring the night sky, watching the birth of a new star, and had just been down to the kitchens for a mug of hot chocolate when he returned to find some rather strange visitors and his gargoyle somewhat redesigned.
Looking over his half-moon spectacles in slight surprise, Dumbledore said mildly, "was there something I could do for you?" Harry stepped forward, attempting to brush off some of the marble dust and said hurriedly, "we're really sorry Professor, but we had a bit of an accident performing a spell." Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes surveyed the company, "was the accident with my gargoyle or with your new.friends?"
***
"Very well", said Dumbledore quietly, chin resting on his steepled fingers. Gohan glanced around the study; strange tools, statues and symbols, surrounded them; all of which seemed to vary in cult extremity. They were all squashed into a circular study which favoured red and gold drapes exceptionally. Ron, Harry and Hermione had explained their side of the story and Goku had attempted to re-enact theirs.
"From what I can tell", said Dumbledore after a thoughtful pause, "you have three choices for your status." "What are the choices?" growled Piccolo in his usual way. Dumbledore sat up, allowing himself to view the new additions to the school population more closely. " You could remain here for as long as you live and never return home." Gohan froze, stiffening as many of the others (bar Vegeta) did the same. "Although I can tell that's out of the question," continued Dumbledore, "you could wait a while until I gather enough magical energy along with several other wizards to be able to send you home, or you could appeal to powers in your own home world to bring you back."
"How could we communicate with them?" asked Goku perplexed, "I've already tried contacting King Kai, but we're just too far away!" The aged wizard smiled, tugging traces of his snowy beard off of his sweeping violet robe, "I can open a portal for a brief amount of time, but you will only be able to see and speak to the person; not actually go through." "Could you do that? It would be great." With a triumphant grin, Albus clapped his hands together and stood up, shuffling out from behind his desk and moving into the middle of the room.
Everyone automatically stepped out of the way, forming a semicircle behind the older wizard. The circular room darkened, until only a small blue light could be seen from the tip of Dumbledore's wand. Harry was suddenly aware of just how loud everyone was breathing, he was standing in-between Ron and Gohan; both of which were staring at the middle of the circle. The shadows swirling around the room seemed to deepen, closing in on the room's silent occupants.
Minutes crawled past, and with each one the wand's glow grew stronger. Squinting at the wizard's tired face, Gohan was surprised to see beads of sweat trickling down the old man's furrowed brow. I guess it's like one of us building up our strongest attacks, pondered Gohan, remembering his father's Spirit Bomb attack and wondering if it was similar to this.
At last, a blue spark shot from the wand. It vanished from view, but moments later, another blasted from the vibrating wand tip. They came slowly at first, but then more rapidly and no longer vanishing. A great electric blue surge issued from Dumbledore's wand and began to slowly revolve, just as Ron's red beam had done earlier. The sparks compacted and formed a disc, no larger than a coffee table top, but glowing an eerie electric blue and occasionally throwing off loose sparks.
"Quickly now", moaned Dumbledore, "who do you want me to contact?" Goku opened his mouth to suggest Dende, but Gohan had suspected that name would crop up. There was NO way that little.Namek would help them out, since he was probably responsible for letting the portal appear in Capsule Corp. Cutting in before Goku could speak, Gohan called firmly, "the Supreme Kai, he's probably got the right kind of powers for this".
Goku glanced at his oldest son in surprise, wondering why he had stopped him. Finally it dawned on Goku's permanently out-to-lunch brain that Gohan and Dende always seemed to be settling scores with each other, so perhaps asking Dende for help wasn't such a very wise choice.
Dumbledore's frown deepened, searching for the right opening. Half an hour later, the tension in the room had dropped considerably and Harry was wondering just how much longer it was going to take the elderly wizard until he collapsed in exhaustion, when Dumbledore gave a loud gasp and the portal glimmered a strange rippling silver.
Much to the entire room's surprise, a recorded message began to play. 'Hello, you have reached the Supreme Kai's planet. Unfortunately Shin cannot open your portal right now because he is busy ensuring that the universe does not spontaneously combust for reasons unknown and too confusing for the likes of you anyway. Please leave your name, universe quadrant, planet and post code and the Supreme Kai will contact you as soon as possible'. There was then an unmistakable click as the recording of Kibito's voice was cut off.
No one moved, nobody knew how to react. Finally the moment snapped and the entire Z team fell over anime style. The young wizards and witch glanced at each other in a mixture of shock and trying not to laugh. Dumbledore stared at Gohan as he attempted to clamber back to his feet in limited light and space. "Does your friend repeatedly get these kind of calls?"
Gohan grinned, "well, he oversees the entire universe where we come from, so I guess he probably does." "I think you'd better leave a message then", smiled Dumbledore, appearing to also have difficulty trying not to laugh. Stepping forward until he was just in front of the silvery portal, Gohan swallowed nervously, rubbing at a singe mark on his navy-blue gi as a loose spark caught his shoulder. Clearing his throat, Gohan began "hello, Supreme Kai? It's Gohan here, I'm in a bit of a predicament because me, dad, Goten, Piccolo, Trunks and Vegeta all got pulled into another dimension, so we could really do with some help if you could get back to us as soon as you can please?" Dumbledore whispered an incantation and the portal fizzed out, disapparating into thin air. The room flooded back into light, revealing the room's temporarily blinded occupants.
"Now", said Dumbledore, striding back behind his desk, "where are we going to let you stay?" Harry moved over to the desk, fiddling absent-mindedly with the sleeve of his coal-black robe, "they could stay in our common room if it's easiest, Professor?"
Dumbledore smiled, pushing his gold rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his crooked nose. "Do our guests have any problems with this?" Goku shook his head and smiled enthusiastically, "that's fine with us!" "Speak for yourself, Kakarrot", growled Vegeta in his usual charming manner. Dumbledore decided just to ignore the comment; it was too late for any more difficulties.
"Only tonight though I'm afraid", he smiled, "if you're going to stay at Hogwarts even for a short length of time, you have to be sorted into houses". Too tired to argue any more, Goku nodded agreeably; fine details like what the old man was talking about could be sorted after supper.
** reclining leisurely in a manner frighteningly similar to Dende, the Supreme Kai was in his study; largely ignoring the complex tools used for calculating the atomic balances of the universe. Sighing resignedly, Shin removed his boots from the polished desk and replaced all four legs of the carved mahogany chair back onto the floor as he felt Kibito's ki approaching. Why was that guy always ready to barge in the instant he put his feet up?
As the gilded white stone doors were swung open, Shin was back to glaring at the finer instruments, taking complex notes which in actual reality only served the purpose of looking as though he were working. Kibito bowed slightly, "forgive me Supreme Kai, but you have just received a transmition from Gohan". "Gohan?" Shin turned away from the hastily scribbled notes, "what's wrong?" "He's trapped in another dimension and from what I can tell, and I think Dende may have "helped out" in some way".
Shin shook his head in disbelief, would that little Namek ever leave the demi-Saiyan alone? He'd had more complaint notes about him than any guardian in all three of the other Quadrants put together! Frowning in disgust, Shin turned away, "I'll contact him later Kibito. Gohan will just have to find someone else to complain to this time."
Kibito blinked in shock, what was up with Shin today? Bowing respectfully just the same, the ancient creature backed out the room and closed the doors. Instantly resuming his former position, Shin pondered to himself, Dende always has all the fun, why couldn't he join in for once? Grinning in a most uncharacteristicly evil way, the Supreme Kai pushed his chair even further back until to his horror and embarrassment, the chair clattered over backwards and sent him sprawling onto the milk-white tiles and brought Kibito racing into the room in panic as to what had just attacked his charge**
At last! It's quarter to eleven and I'm finally finished!!! Please read, review and continue to put up with my gibberish!
I plan to give the Supreme Kai a bigger part, since no one EVER seems to write him as being as evil as Dende, despite the fact that he has even more opportunities!!!!! Think I should include anyone else? Review or email me at psycho_filly@hotmail.com, I'm always open for ideas!!
