Wild-filly: I'm BAAACCK!!! Did you miss me?

*crickets chirp*

Wild-filly: wonderful.. just wonderful, I feel so unappreciated.

Supreme Kai: I wonder why..

Wild-filly: who gave you permission to speak?

*all other characters raise their hands and glare at author*

Wild-filly: Oh well, ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer..

Yami Bakura: Get on with it, foolish mortal!

Wild-filly: Bakura? Wrong fic I'm afraid - this is a Harry Potter/Dragonball Z crossover, not Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yami Bakura: Why am I here then?

Yugi, Yami Yugi, Ryou Bakura, Malik, Marik, Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, Pegasus: And us?

Wild-filly: -_-* good question - you are all now honorary muses.

All YGO cast: NOT A CHANCE!!

Wild-filly: very good chance I'm afraid - unless you can destroy the magic keyboard AND create a plot for this fic, then you are trapped here forever! *evil laughter*

All DBZ/HP/YGO: can we call our lawyers?

Disclaimer: Don't own, but have abducted until I get a plot ^_^ but still don't own..

Yugi: -_-* this is a very cruel and unusual punishment

Yami: AS THE PHARAOH I ORDER YOU TO LET US LEAVE!

Wild-filly: -_-* like that's going to work...

***Chapter 7***

Professor McGonagal gave a slight smile, 'you can join Potter, Granger and Weasleys' classes for now. I believe you three have Care of Magical Creatures now?'

Hermione nodded in configuration, 'but what about wands?' 'You will all be given some spare wands on loan from the school', replied Flitwick, using his own wand to rebuild Dumbledore's shattered display cabinet.

Goku gave his standard, cheerful grin, 'thanks!' Goten and Trunks exchanged glances, what would they do? Risk learning something, or make the most of the opportunity to learn new ways of causing trouble? Tough choice...

Foraging through Dumbledore's highly-polished desk, McGonagal heaved out a pile of slim, battered boxes. Handing one to each of the bemused Z fighters, she drew out her own wand, 'open the boxes, hold your wand like this and try to make sparks shoot out from the tip'.

Watching the uncomfortable visitors with fascination, Harry darted forward towards Goku, 'other way up!' 'Huh?' replied Goku, shooting sparks towards himself, causing the front of his orange training gi to catch alight with emerald green sparks, 'YAH!'

Hermione moved forward and extinguished the sparks with a casual flick of her wand, whilst Vegeta barely concealed a contemptuous grin. Slightly agitated by his father's accident, Gohan cautiously reversed his own wand tip and concentrated, . To his amazement, the tip of the slightly chipped, beech wand released a delicate waterfall of sapphire flames, as McGonagal watched with obvious approval. 'You seem to have a talent for this, my friend'. Gohan blushed as his younger brother and Trunks giggled.

Goten glared at his own wand, The wand burst into flame and fluttered to the ground in a sorrow little pile of ashes. 'Oops, wrong kind of sparks', grinned Goten sheepishly. Trunks wasn't having much more luck. Flitwick sighed and replaced their wands, 'please try to have more respect for school property boys. Sparks and fire are DIFFERENT things'. This time both the boys performed the spell properly, smug expressions writ clearly over their faces.

Piccolo and Vegeta hadn't the slightest problems with the task, to no great surprise of the other fighters. Vegeta gave an arrogant smirk as a miniature golden fireball engulfed one of the candles floating gently in mid air. The Supreme Kai however, stared at the coppery wand with the expression of one who has just been given training wheels on a motorbike.

'Is there a problem....sir?' queried McGonagal, mentally questioning herself as to how one DID address a vertically challenged, purple elf creature. Kaioshin looked up in surprise, 'do I need to use this piece of wood? Or can I just use my own powers normally?' McGonagal was taken aback, 'can you show me what you mean?' The deity gave a brief smile, his gaze flickering for a moment and left hand gesturing slightly. In a flash of silver sparks, a floating ball of reflective molten silver appeared just before him. The candlelight dappling off its surface and speckling the walls of the room like a disco ball.

Flitwick fixed the Supreme Kai with an intrigued stare, 'are you capable of doing any other variation of magic?' The purple deity felt a slight pang of annoyance, 'I am the Supreme Kai, the Supreme Overseer of the Universe from which we come. There is comparatively little that I cannot do with my magic'. Taken aback, McGonagal fixed Kaioshin with her own stare, 'would you be able to teach, rather than learn in that case?'

Now it was Kaioshin's turn to be taken aback, 'teach what?' Gohan grinned, 'why don't you teach about magical artefacts? Remember the Z sword and the Potara earrings'. McGonagal nodded, 'we could arrange for you to teach this type of magic if you wish'. What could he do? 'I thank you', replied the Supreme Kai, 'I shall preform this task to the best of my abilities'.

***

Kibito marched down the winding, creamy stone passageways to the chambers where the Elder Kai had requested to take up residence. Requested was putting it politely. Barging in complaining of his younger counterpart's incompetence and the lack of respect for the aged was closer to the truth. Ever polite, the Supreme Kai had offered Rou-Kaioshin some of the finest quarters in the temple and attempted to steer clear of the area as much as physically possible.

Kibito shuddered, he could hear the old fool crowing over yet another fitness program. Sending out a flicker of magical energy, he caused the contraband television set to short-circuit just before he knocked tentatively on the richly gilded marble door. There was a jumble of ungodly cursing, eventually followed by 'come in! Cheap piece of junk...'

Gingerly weaving his way through piles of discarded magazines, magical apparatus and dishes, Kibito located the ancient Kai in front of the TV set; pounding furiously on the screen. 'Stupid, lousy... Yes Kibito, what is it?' The Elder Kai did not even turn around from his losing battle of wits with the lifeless, and by now, battered television set.

Coughing slightly in disgust at the "respectable" Kai's antics, Kibito plunged ahead, 'sir, the Supreme Kai is missing'. No response. Kibito glanced up from the floor, where he was attempting to avoid witnessing some of the posters that the old fool had placed on the otherwise beautifully designed walls. 'Sir?' Rou-Kaioshin was completely ignoring him.

'Sir? Your descendant is missing!' barked Kibito more earnestly. Finally the Elder Kai looked up, 'what was that?' 'THE SUPREME KAI IS MISSING!' Kibito snapped furiously, dropping all pretence of dignity. Rou-Kaioshin blinked, perplexed, 'how? Isn't it your job to make sure this kind of thing doesn't happen?'

Kibito resisted a snarl; today was not the right day for patronising comments. Gritting his teeth in impatience, Kibito growled, 'he was drawn in through a magical field by Dende. He is trapped in another dimension!' The Elder Kai glared, 'you mind your temper there, youngster, I know what's happening. So if my descendant is gone, who's looking after the universe?'

The penny dropped for the second time this fic. 'Oh bugger'.

*** Dende sipped a new Pina Colada with relish, sprawled out on his favourite deckchair. Not only had he located a spare Viewing Orb, but also a special Danger-Detector; perfect for warning him of Kibito's return, or worse, Chi- Chi's discovery. Eyeing the Orb smugly as the little green Guardian witnessed the Z fighters and their new consorts exit the bearded weirdos office and disperse into different areas of the castle, Dende felt a brief tug of annoyance. 'Wonderful', he growled, 'Kibito took my headphones for the Orbs... can I lip read?' Examining the scene below, where Goku appeared to have gotten lost on the way to class and was heading for the kitchens at full speed, Dende tried his luck. Nothing. Perfect.

Reluctantly abandoning his comfortable chair, bathing in the gentle sunlight of the mid afternoon, Dende took off into the shining blue skies. Now where could he find a lip-reading class on this backward planet quick enough....

***

Wild-filly: chapter long enough? I wrote all this just right now *inhale exhale* my poor back aches...

*crickets chirp*

Wild-filly: *glares* this lot couldn't find sympathy in a dictionary

Yugi: *chokes*

Gohan: No! Stay away from those choc-chip cookies!

Goku: Even I can't stomach them!

Ron: Poor guy..

Wild-filly: -_-* I need some allies here... please review!