A/N: Hmm... I'm getting some good ideas. Most of them tell me to go to the
same place so I think I will. I hate having so many ideas but only being
able to update them so fast, not nearly fast enough in my opinion.
Disturbed One: All right. Thanks for the link.
Dai: A normal blast would have worked, but I needed Gohan to say some words so that it would seem like he was using a magic spell to the others. He will keep them secret, unless I find a really good reason for someone to find out.
Luna Morena: Thanks. I'll think about those ideas.
Hiaburi: *rolls eyes* Sheesh, I accidentally miss updating one week and people are getting impatient. Just kidding. I found myself too busy with homework and friends, it happens to all of us.
Marshmellow13Dragon: LOL, advertising through reviews- it worked! I figured that Gohan would have fun doing that kind of stuff.
Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ and Harry Potter. I wish I did though...
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Chapter 5
Hogwarts had been a mass of organized chaos since the troll was set loose on the castle. All the people still scared while others still claimed that they could have defeated the troll or anything else that came their way. Gohan and the other Slytherin third years were on their way to the dungeons for potion.
"I could have taken that troll down, no problem," Chris bragged. "Everyone knows that defense against the dark arts is my best class."
"That's not saying much," T.J. proclaimed. "You're not even passing that class anyway. Might help a bit if Quirrell wasn't such a wuss, constantly worrying about vampires. I mean seriously, when was the last time he washed that turban?" The group of Slytherins broke out into laughs at that.
Despite his first impression, Gohan had managed to befriend T.J. through his evilness. Gohan had apparently just come in after T.J. had had a very bad day so he wasn't in the mood to bother. Mike, however, was pretty much constantly quiet making people wonder how he got into Slytherin.
As soon as they reached the potions class, Gohan went over to his usual seat next to Fred while Chris sat down on Gohan's other side. Feeling like annoying the Gryffindors, Gohan pulled out his book, parchment, ink, and quill and set it up so that he was ready to learn.
"Why can't more of you be like Mr. Son over there?" Professor Snape asked as he walked into the room, Gohan took immediate notice of the fact that he seemed to be limping. "All of you should be prepared for class like that as soon as you come into this classroom. Five points to Slytherin." Gohan smirked while most of the Gryffindors started cursing under their breaths. Snape never payed attention to when a Gryffindor was set up exactly like Gohan, and if they complained, they lost points. They just accepted it as another reason that he was biased towards Slytherin.
"Now then, everyone open up your books to page three hundred seventy- two. Today, we're going to be making a sleeping potion that you will test on these frogs." Snape pointed to some frogs in an aquarium before turning back to the class. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work."
"Do you have to keep doing that?" Fred whispered to Gohan once Snape wasn't paying attention. "You make us look worse than we normally do."
"I try my best," Gohan replied with a smirk. Fred and George were starting to fear that they had taught him too well.
"That was great!" Chris exclaimed. "You're starting to scare the prank masters of the school. We've been trying to do that for years; it's practically impossible."
"Eh, it was nothing. You start to learn how to scare people after you've spent enough time around them." Chris nodded in agreement, though he wondered how Gohan had picked up on scaring them so fast when he had been around them for almost two and a half years and still had no idea what scared the Weasley duo.
That night, Gohan had, as usual, completed his homework as well as several other kids' homework. He then went beyond it to do some extra studying about some more advanced magic spells. Gohan had even gotten fairly decent at performing magic without a wand, though he still used his wand constantly. He had discovered that when he did magic with his body, things tended to get a greenish tint around them.
After practicing moving around random objects in the common room without his wand, Gohan lay down on the bed and went into his meditative trance. He started wandering through his mind, improving his concentration. Gohan had always liked meditating because it made him stronger without having to physically exhaust himself.
Gohan nearly fell out of his meditative state, though, when he stumbled upon a different source of power within his body. The shocking thing was that it was even stronger than his super saiyan three form. Gohan tried to follow the energy back to its source, but couldn't seem to track where exactly it was coming from.
Gohan spent several hours trying to locate the specific location of this power and access it. He spent so much time doing it, that he completely missed his physical training for the morning and nearly slept in late. Late being considered after any other of the Slytherins got up. Gohan quickly rushed down to the Great Hall for breakfast and to further ponder the newly discovered power.
As the days in November passed, the grounds at Hogwarts got colder and colder, white frost covering the lawn in the mornings. Soon the much anticipated quidditch season would begin, the first match being Slytherin against Gryffindor.
Gohan had felt all the practices that the Gryffindor quidditch team captain was making them attend, presumably to get Harry more used to the game. Hermione, who had befriended Harry, Ron, and Gohan, had given Harry a book about all the information there was to know about quidditch, mostly the rules and things that happened to the seeker, which was his position on the team. Gohan and Hermione had had to just about do all of Harry's homework for him since Harry barely got any time to himself to try it.
Harry was continuously complaining about how people were always either telling him he would do great, or that they would be running around with cushions should he fall. Gohan knew that Harry would stress himself out and be incapable of playing if he kept all this worrying up, despite all the times everyone had told Harry to relax and calm down.
The day of the first quidditch match of the school year had finally approached. The grounds were covered in a nice thick layer of white, fluffy snow. The quidditch pitch had been cleared of the snow to avoid any alterations it may cause in the match if players had to dive to the ground. There was a fairly strong wind, making the cold weather feel even colder than it actually was.
Gohan had done his usual training and was nowhere near closer to figuring out the source of the power than when he had been when he first sensed it. He was annoyed because of all the training time he gave up trying to find this power, even though he knew that he got stronger through meditation than through other means of training. Frustrated, Gohan walked down for some breakfast.
As soon as he got to the Great Hall, Gohan saw Ron and Hermione trying to convince Harry to eat some breakfast. Gohan smirked and walked over to them to try and help.
"What's the matter, Potter? You already scared that you're going to suck?" Gohan asked. He shot Ron and Hermione looks so that they would get the idea he was only trying to help.
"No, I'm just not very hungry right now," Harry replied irritably.
"You're an idiot if you expect to be able to play well on an empty stomach. You're going to need your strength for the match if you have any hopes whatsoever of beating us. Not that your pathetic little Gryffindor team ever could pull that out anyway."
"For the last time, I'm not hungry!" Gohan looked at him in different ways, pretending to be calculating things in his mind.
"You've spent too much time around those muggles you call family," Gohan said. "They've turned you into a weakling. Oh well, if you won't eat, then we'll gladly take the victory. I'll remember to tell the team how weak you are. How many Bludgers do you think you could take on an empty stomach before you pass out?" After that, Gohan walked away, laughing.
Harry reluctantly started eating, mainly because he got slightly afraid that he would be too weak to take a Bludger or two. Harry was glaring at Gohan, who was pigging out like a true saiya-jin. Hermione and Ron where sighing in relief that Gohan had managed to get him to eat any food at all. Harry finished his food and left quickly to the locker room to prepare for the game.
Once Gohan finished his massive breakfast, he trudged downstairs with Chris and T.J. and towards the Quidditch pitch. They got into the seats on the Slytherin side and went to get the closest seats possible. People were trying to sell binoculars because of how difficult it could get to see what was going on occasionally.
Gohan watched as both teams of seven came onto the field with their brooms over their shoulders; Slytherin was in green and silver while Gryffindor was in red and gold. Madam Hooch was waiting for the teams in the middle of the pitch. Even amongst the cheers, Gohan's saiyan hearing managed to pick up the conversation.
"I want a nice, clean game out of all of you." Even though it was said to everyone, Gohan could tell it was aimed more at the Slytherins than the Gryffindors.
All the players mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Instantly, all fourteen brooms flew into the air. Madam Hooch threw the red Quaffle into the air, and grabbed by one of the Gryffindor chasers.
"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor." Gohan easily recognized Lee's voice. He looked over and saw that he was at a microphone, being watched closely by Professor McGonagall. Gohan laughed to himself at that, they obviously didn't trust Lee to do good fair commentary, not that he blamed them.
"Angelina passes the Quaffle to Alicia Spinnet who takes it up field. Oh, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint takes the Quaffle away from her. Flint shoots and- the Quaffle is caught by Gryffindor keeper Oliver Wood, one of the best keepers I've ever seen. He passes the Quaffle off to Katie Bell who dives around Flint and continues towards the goal. OUCH! Hit in the back of the head by a Bludger and the Quaffle goes back to Slytherin. Adrian Pucey takes the Quaffle and shoots off down towards the goal posts. Oh, stopped by a second Bludger sent his way by one of the Weasley twins. The Quaffle is in the hands of Johnson, who has got a clear field to the goal. She flies up the field- dodges a speeding Bludger- she shoots and Slytherin keeper Bletchley dives for it- misses- GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the air while moans erupted from the Slytherins.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee continued. "Pucey ducks two Bludgers, sent by the two Weasleys, and Katie Bell, and speeds towards the goal. Wait- was that the snitch?"
Murmurs ran rapidly through the crowd as they looked for the snitch. Pucey had dropped the Quaffle because the snitch had just flown by his left ear.
Harry and Terence Higgs, the Slytherin seeker, had seen the snitch and were diving down towards it. They were hurtling towards the snitch, Harry slowly pulling away. All the chasers seemed to have forgotten their jobs as they had all stopped and were watching the chase.
Harry, who knew that he was faster, put on an extra burst of speed to snatch the little round, golden ball and pull away from Higgs. He extended his arm to snatch it when-
WHAM!
Rage-filled curses were heard from all the Gryffindors below. Marcus Flint had moved in the way of the snitch and blocked Harry, which sent Harry's broom spinning off course with Harry holding on for dear life.
Madam Hooch was yelling angrily at Flint for that move and awarded a free shot to Gryffindor. Alicia Spinnet shot, and scored, the goal and the game resumed, Gryffindors playing more ferociously and carelessly due to their anger.
Gohan blinked a few times as he felt Harry's energy signal zigzagging around randomly and moving in weird violent patterns that he knew Harry wouldn't, or couldn't, do. Gohan looked up at him and saw that it looked like he had lost control of his broom or something because of how violently it was jerking as if it were trying to get him off. Gohan figured that from that distance, Harry would definitely have a broken bone or two, if he survived the fall.
His ears twitched as he caught two voices muttering quietly. It was obviously on this side, and based on where he heard it, he would have to say that it was coming from the teachers' area. He tried to recognize the voices. One of them was obviously Professor Snape and the other was- was that Quirrell? Gohan checked again, and was sure that it was Professor Quirrell muttering under his breath. Since both of their eyes were locked on Harry, he figured that one of them was jinxing the broom and the other was muttering a counter-curse.
'So he's faking it when he's constantly stuttering like that. He's obviously been trying to draw attention away from himself; maybe even appear like a coward. He's doing a good job at both of those if that's his goal. Wait a minute- is that a voice coming from inside his turban?'
"I'll be right back guys," Gohan told his friends. They nodded and he walked away. He went as close to the teachers' area as he could without seeming to be doing anything suspicious. When Gohan was close enough, he more clearly heard a muffled third voice coming from where he sensed the peculiar energy on Professor Quirrell, and it sounded like it was- giving instructions to Quirrell. Gohan decided to wait awhile before returning to his seat. He then chose to sense out the snitch and blinked a couple times at where he was sensing it before he released some snickers.
Lee had kept up the commentating of the match the whole time.
"And Slytherin is in possession- Flint with the Quaffle. He passes Spinnet and Bell, and speeds down to the Gryffindor goal. A Bludger hits him hard in the face; hope it broke something- only joking Professor- Flint retains possession- and Slytherin scores."
The Slytherins broke out into cheers while the Gryffindors just quieted down. Gohan noticed that some of the Gryffindors finally noticed Harry's predicament. To get the Slytherins' attention on Harry, Gohan elbowed Chris in the side.
"Ow, damn it Gohan, what was that for?" Chris wined. When Gohan hit you, it hurt. He had the bruises to prove it.
"Check out Potter." Gohan pointed to where Harry was zigzagging around in the air and jerking violently. As expected, Chris broke out in fits of laughter. When nearby Slytherins looked at him quizzically, Gohan pointed up to Harry causing them, too, to break out in laughter.
"HAHA!!! Potter can't control his broom!!!" a Slytherin managed to gasp out between laughs.
All the students started pointing at Harry, trying to figure out what was going on with his broom. All of the players had stopped playing and fixed their gazes on Harry, whose broom was now rolling around. The crowd gasped as the broom jerked violently, causing Harry to swing off the broom and hold onto it with one hand.
Taking advantage of the other players' lack of attention, Marcus Flint took the Quaffle and scored seven times without anyone noticing.
Gohan watched as Hermione pointed at Snape while talking to Ron. Once she realized that Gohan was looking at her, she started frantically pointing at the teachers' area. Getting the idea, Gohan moved away from the crowd and pulled out his wand.
"Solar Flare," Gohan said quietly.
Instead of the normal sunlight erupting all around and blinding everyone, a beam of sunlight crossed between Harry and the teacher's area, causing the teachers to be blinded and lose eye contact with Harry so that the professor couldn't jinx Harry's broom.
Gohan and everyone else watched as Harry climbed back onto his broom before he started plummeting fast to the ground. As soon as he was on sturdy ground, Harry clasped his mouth as though he were about to be sick. He fell to the ground and coughed several times, causing something to fall into his hand.
"I've got the snitch!" Harry called, waving around the little golden ball above his head, ending the game.
"That's not fair!" Marcus Flint was howling for the next half hour. "He didn't catch it, he practically swallowed it." It didn't make any difference though, as there was no rule against catching the snitch in your mouth. Lee was happily shouting out the final score of the match- Gryffindor had one hundred and seventy points to Slytherin's eighty.
Gohan had left to join Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were having some tea in Hagrid's hut.
"It was Snape that did that to you, Harry," Ron explained. "Hermione and I saw the whole thing. He wasn't taking his eyes off you and was constantly muttering some words; he was cursing your broom. You saw that too, right Gohan?"
"That's rubbish," Hagrid proclaimed. "Snape may not like you Harry, but he wouldn't kill you."
"If it means anything to you," Gohan butted it. "Professor Quirrell was keeping eye contact with Harry the whole time too and muttering."
"A counter-curse!" Hermione exclaimed. "Professor Quirrell was trying to save Harry!"
"Hang on a second," Gohan said. "There's something else that bothers me though. I got closer to the teachers' area to try and figure out what was going on, and I heard a muffled voice that sounded like it was instructing someone to do something..."
"So?" Ron queried. "Big deal, a third voice was telling Snape the curse to knock Harry off his broom."
"That would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that the sound was coming from underneath Quirrell's turban."
"WHAT!? You have got to be joking me!" Ron exclaimed. "How could there be noise coming from underneath his turban?"
"You say that like I know or something. You have to admit, there are some weird smells that come from it, and I'm not talking about garlic."
"That's true," Harry spoke up. "Whatever is under there really needs to be washed or something. I still think it was Snape; he tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween."
"Who told you about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked.
"Fluffy?" Ron asked.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione queried.
"Yeah- he's mine. I bought him at a pub las' year and gave him to Dumbledore to guard the..."
"Yes?" Harry said eagerly.
"Now, don't ask anymore. That's top secret, that is."
"But whatever it is, Snape is trying to steal it," Hermione said.
"Rubbish. Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he wouldn't do anything of the sort."
"Then why did he try and kill Harry?" Hermione asked. "I know a jinx when I see one. You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all."
"Nor was Quirrell," Gohan added. "I'm more worried about Quirrell because he wasn't stuttering like he usually does."
"That's because he was doing a spell," Ron reasoned. "He knows how to do spells without constantly stuttering."
"That's not true. I've seen him do magic; he's always stuttering. He can barely get out a short spell like 'Lumos' out without stuttering; I doubt he could do a full counter-curse without stuttering. Unless he's been faking the stutter the whole time."
"He's probably faking it so that people won't suspect him of having any power," Ron said. "He probably just saved Harry's life."
"I'm telling yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid exclaimed hotly. "Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Listen to me- yer meddlin' in things that aren't to be meddled in. It's dangerous. Just forget that dog and whatever it's guarding; that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel..."
"Nicolas Flamel?" Harry questioned. "So there's someone named Nicolas Flamel involved in this is there?"
"Shouldn't have told you that. Nope, definitely shouldn't have said that," Hagrid proclaimed, looking furious with himself.
"Wait a minute- Nicolas Flamel?" Gohan asked. "Isn't he the guy that..." Gohan's eyes widened. "Why would they be keeping one of those things here at school?"
"Hagrid told me that this is the safest place to guard something," Harry said. "What are you talking about? What are they keeping here?"
"Don't tell them a thing!" Hagrid exclaimed.
"Who's Nicolas Flamel and what does he have that's so important that Snape is trying to steal?" Harry persisted. Hagrid gulped; he knew it would be impossible to stop Gohan from telling them. If he managed it here, he would tell them later.
"Nicolas invented something called the Sorcerer's Stone," Gohan explained. "It turns any metal into gold and can produce a liquid called the Elixir of Life, which makes anyone who drinks it immortal." Hagrid's fear on his face confirmed any doubts about what was being hidden.
"Is that the thing we pulled out of Gringotts that day, Hagrid?" Harry queried. Hagrid was about to deny everything, but knew it was hopeless.
"Yup, that was what Professor Dumbledore wanted moved here. Good thing, too." Hagrid said.
"So, one of the teachers is trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but why?" Hermione asked. "What reason could one have to be immortal?"
"Maybe it's for someone else," Gohan offered. "Someone could be on the brink of death that doesn't want to die, so the teacher is going to save his or her life with the elixir."
"Or someone has mass plans to take over the world or something," Ron joked, though no one found it amusing.
"Whoever they are trying to get it for, we can't let them get it," Harry said. "There can't be any good reason for someone to be immortal."
"Um...I hate to say this, but I've got a very strong suspicion as to who the elixir is for," Gohan admitted. "And the more I think about it, the more likely it seems to be true."
"Well, what is it?" Hermione asked.
"Out with it already," Ron said impatiently.
"Well, I'm sure you've all heard the rumors that Voldemort is still alive, right?" Gohan started. Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron flinched at the name, but otherwise, they all nodded.
"I have this feeling that whoever is trying to steal the stone wants to give the stone to Voldemort so that he can return to power."
"But why would someone want to give him the stone?" Hermione questioned.
"Maybe they were promised something great in return that they didn't want to pass up," Harry suggested.
"I still think that it's Professor Quirrell," Gohan stated. "He's got the whole turban thing that only adds to the suspicion."
"But we all know that Snape has had a grudge against Harry since forever!" Ron exclaimed. "Maybe he wants You-Know-Who to come back and kill Harry or something."
"Actually, that was against his father mainly," Hagrid said. "Snape has been holding a grudge against Harry's father for as long as I can remember."
"Well he obviously wants to get rid of all connections to his father then," Ron said. "And what better way than to kill off the only connection."
"No," Hagrid said. "Snape's a Hogwarts' teacher, there is no way that he would want to kill a student."
"Tell that to him," Ron muttered under his breath. Gohan, being the only other person who heard, snickered.
"Now, all of you get out of here. It's dinner time," Hagrid said. "And yer not to tell anyone else about this."
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Thanks to all the wonderful ideas you reviewers have been giving me for Gohan's destinations; I'll be able to do most of them eventually as long as I either know about the anime or you've told me enough about it, though you're better off telling me somewhere that I can read or see it because there's WAY too much information to have to throw into a review or email. Keep up the ideas as I intend to have Gohan trapped wandering the multiple universes and dimensions for a long time, hoping that I keep getting ideas and such.
Just a random observation, but does anyone else find it weird that whenever they are playing quidditch, no one ever drops the Quaffle? I mean, even professional football players drop the ball, so how come some teenagers always catch it when they have only been playing for six years at most?
Does anyone who types up the story in Microsoft Word know how to get bold or italic type without copying the whole thing and throwing it into an html document? I just can't get things to ever be bold or italicized on here. Blasted Microsoft and how well it always "works"; they weren't kidding when they said that Microsoft Works was the biggest oxymoron of them all.
Disturbed One: All right. Thanks for the link.
Dai: A normal blast would have worked, but I needed Gohan to say some words so that it would seem like he was using a magic spell to the others. He will keep them secret, unless I find a really good reason for someone to find out.
Luna Morena: Thanks. I'll think about those ideas.
Hiaburi: *rolls eyes* Sheesh, I accidentally miss updating one week and people are getting impatient. Just kidding. I found myself too busy with homework and friends, it happens to all of us.
Marshmellow13Dragon: LOL, advertising through reviews- it worked! I figured that Gohan would have fun doing that kind of stuff.
Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ and Harry Potter. I wish I did though...
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Chapter 5
Hogwarts had been a mass of organized chaos since the troll was set loose on the castle. All the people still scared while others still claimed that they could have defeated the troll or anything else that came their way. Gohan and the other Slytherin third years were on their way to the dungeons for potion.
"I could have taken that troll down, no problem," Chris bragged. "Everyone knows that defense against the dark arts is my best class."
"That's not saying much," T.J. proclaimed. "You're not even passing that class anyway. Might help a bit if Quirrell wasn't such a wuss, constantly worrying about vampires. I mean seriously, when was the last time he washed that turban?" The group of Slytherins broke out into laughs at that.
Despite his first impression, Gohan had managed to befriend T.J. through his evilness. Gohan had apparently just come in after T.J. had had a very bad day so he wasn't in the mood to bother. Mike, however, was pretty much constantly quiet making people wonder how he got into Slytherin.
As soon as they reached the potions class, Gohan went over to his usual seat next to Fred while Chris sat down on Gohan's other side. Feeling like annoying the Gryffindors, Gohan pulled out his book, parchment, ink, and quill and set it up so that he was ready to learn.
"Why can't more of you be like Mr. Son over there?" Professor Snape asked as he walked into the room, Gohan took immediate notice of the fact that he seemed to be limping. "All of you should be prepared for class like that as soon as you come into this classroom. Five points to Slytherin." Gohan smirked while most of the Gryffindors started cursing under their breaths. Snape never payed attention to when a Gryffindor was set up exactly like Gohan, and if they complained, they lost points. They just accepted it as another reason that he was biased towards Slytherin.
"Now then, everyone open up your books to page three hundred seventy- two. Today, we're going to be making a sleeping potion that you will test on these frogs." Snape pointed to some frogs in an aquarium before turning back to the class. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work."
"Do you have to keep doing that?" Fred whispered to Gohan once Snape wasn't paying attention. "You make us look worse than we normally do."
"I try my best," Gohan replied with a smirk. Fred and George were starting to fear that they had taught him too well.
"That was great!" Chris exclaimed. "You're starting to scare the prank masters of the school. We've been trying to do that for years; it's practically impossible."
"Eh, it was nothing. You start to learn how to scare people after you've spent enough time around them." Chris nodded in agreement, though he wondered how Gohan had picked up on scaring them so fast when he had been around them for almost two and a half years and still had no idea what scared the Weasley duo.
That night, Gohan had, as usual, completed his homework as well as several other kids' homework. He then went beyond it to do some extra studying about some more advanced magic spells. Gohan had even gotten fairly decent at performing magic without a wand, though he still used his wand constantly. He had discovered that when he did magic with his body, things tended to get a greenish tint around them.
After practicing moving around random objects in the common room without his wand, Gohan lay down on the bed and went into his meditative trance. He started wandering through his mind, improving his concentration. Gohan had always liked meditating because it made him stronger without having to physically exhaust himself.
Gohan nearly fell out of his meditative state, though, when he stumbled upon a different source of power within his body. The shocking thing was that it was even stronger than his super saiyan three form. Gohan tried to follow the energy back to its source, but couldn't seem to track where exactly it was coming from.
Gohan spent several hours trying to locate the specific location of this power and access it. He spent so much time doing it, that he completely missed his physical training for the morning and nearly slept in late. Late being considered after any other of the Slytherins got up. Gohan quickly rushed down to the Great Hall for breakfast and to further ponder the newly discovered power.
As the days in November passed, the grounds at Hogwarts got colder and colder, white frost covering the lawn in the mornings. Soon the much anticipated quidditch season would begin, the first match being Slytherin against Gryffindor.
Gohan had felt all the practices that the Gryffindor quidditch team captain was making them attend, presumably to get Harry more used to the game. Hermione, who had befriended Harry, Ron, and Gohan, had given Harry a book about all the information there was to know about quidditch, mostly the rules and things that happened to the seeker, which was his position on the team. Gohan and Hermione had had to just about do all of Harry's homework for him since Harry barely got any time to himself to try it.
Harry was continuously complaining about how people were always either telling him he would do great, or that they would be running around with cushions should he fall. Gohan knew that Harry would stress himself out and be incapable of playing if he kept all this worrying up, despite all the times everyone had told Harry to relax and calm down.
The day of the first quidditch match of the school year had finally approached. The grounds were covered in a nice thick layer of white, fluffy snow. The quidditch pitch had been cleared of the snow to avoid any alterations it may cause in the match if players had to dive to the ground. There was a fairly strong wind, making the cold weather feel even colder than it actually was.
Gohan had done his usual training and was nowhere near closer to figuring out the source of the power than when he had been when he first sensed it. He was annoyed because of all the training time he gave up trying to find this power, even though he knew that he got stronger through meditation than through other means of training. Frustrated, Gohan walked down for some breakfast.
As soon as he got to the Great Hall, Gohan saw Ron and Hermione trying to convince Harry to eat some breakfast. Gohan smirked and walked over to them to try and help.
"What's the matter, Potter? You already scared that you're going to suck?" Gohan asked. He shot Ron and Hermione looks so that they would get the idea he was only trying to help.
"No, I'm just not very hungry right now," Harry replied irritably.
"You're an idiot if you expect to be able to play well on an empty stomach. You're going to need your strength for the match if you have any hopes whatsoever of beating us. Not that your pathetic little Gryffindor team ever could pull that out anyway."
"For the last time, I'm not hungry!" Gohan looked at him in different ways, pretending to be calculating things in his mind.
"You've spent too much time around those muggles you call family," Gohan said. "They've turned you into a weakling. Oh well, if you won't eat, then we'll gladly take the victory. I'll remember to tell the team how weak you are. How many Bludgers do you think you could take on an empty stomach before you pass out?" After that, Gohan walked away, laughing.
Harry reluctantly started eating, mainly because he got slightly afraid that he would be too weak to take a Bludger or two. Harry was glaring at Gohan, who was pigging out like a true saiya-jin. Hermione and Ron where sighing in relief that Gohan had managed to get him to eat any food at all. Harry finished his food and left quickly to the locker room to prepare for the game.
Once Gohan finished his massive breakfast, he trudged downstairs with Chris and T.J. and towards the Quidditch pitch. They got into the seats on the Slytherin side and went to get the closest seats possible. People were trying to sell binoculars because of how difficult it could get to see what was going on occasionally.
Gohan watched as both teams of seven came onto the field with their brooms over their shoulders; Slytherin was in green and silver while Gryffindor was in red and gold. Madam Hooch was waiting for the teams in the middle of the pitch. Even amongst the cheers, Gohan's saiyan hearing managed to pick up the conversation.
"I want a nice, clean game out of all of you." Even though it was said to everyone, Gohan could tell it was aimed more at the Slytherins than the Gryffindors.
All the players mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Instantly, all fourteen brooms flew into the air. Madam Hooch threw the red Quaffle into the air, and grabbed by one of the Gryffindor chasers.
"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor." Gohan easily recognized Lee's voice. He looked over and saw that he was at a microphone, being watched closely by Professor McGonagall. Gohan laughed to himself at that, they obviously didn't trust Lee to do good fair commentary, not that he blamed them.
"Angelina passes the Quaffle to Alicia Spinnet who takes it up field. Oh, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint takes the Quaffle away from her. Flint shoots and- the Quaffle is caught by Gryffindor keeper Oliver Wood, one of the best keepers I've ever seen. He passes the Quaffle off to Katie Bell who dives around Flint and continues towards the goal. OUCH! Hit in the back of the head by a Bludger and the Quaffle goes back to Slytherin. Adrian Pucey takes the Quaffle and shoots off down towards the goal posts. Oh, stopped by a second Bludger sent his way by one of the Weasley twins. The Quaffle is in the hands of Johnson, who has got a clear field to the goal. She flies up the field- dodges a speeding Bludger- she shoots and Slytherin keeper Bletchley dives for it- misses- GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the air while moans erupted from the Slytherins.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee continued. "Pucey ducks two Bludgers, sent by the two Weasleys, and Katie Bell, and speeds towards the goal. Wait- was that the snitch?"
Murmurs ran rapidly through the crowd as they looked for the snitch. Pucey had dropped the Quaffle because the snitch had just flown by his left ear.
Harry and Terence Higgs, the Slytherin seeker, had seen the snitch and were diving down towards it. They were hurtling towards the snitch, Harry slowly pulling away. All the chasers seemed to have forgotten their jobs as they had all stopped and were watching the chase.
Harry, who knew that he was faster, put on an extra burst of speed to snatch the little round, golden ball and pull away from Higgs. He extended his arm to snatch it when-
WHAM!
Rage-filled curses were heard from all the Gryffindors below. Marcus Flint had moved in the way of the snitch and blocked Harry, which sent Harry's broom spinning off course with Harry holding on for dear life.
Madam Hooch was yelling angrily at Flint for that move and awarded a free shot to Gryffindor. Alicia Spinnet shot, and scored, the goal and the game resumed, Gryffindors playing more ferociously and carelessly due to their anger.
Gohan blinked a few times as he felt Harry's energy signal zigzagging around randomly and moving in weird violent patterns that he knew Harry wouldn't, or couldn't, do. Gohan looked up at him and saw that it looked like he had lost control of his broom or something because of how violently it was jerking as if it were trying to get him off. Gohan figured that from that distance, Harry would definitely have a broken bone or two, if he survived the fall.
His ears twitched as he caught two voices muttering quietly. It was obviously on this side, and based on where he heard it, he would have to say that it was coming from the teachers' area. He tried to recognize the voices. One of them was obviously Professor Snape and the other was- was that Quirrell? Gohan checked again, and was sure that it was Professor Quirrell muttering under his breath. Since both of their eyes were locked on Harry, he figured that one of them was jinxing the broom and the other was muttering a counter-curse.
'So he's faking it when he's constantly stuttering like that. He's obviously been trying to draw attention away from himself; maybe even appear like a coward. He's doing a good job at both of those if that's his goal. Wait a minute- is that a voice coming from inside his turban?'
"I'll be right back guys," Gohan told his friends. They nodded and he walked away. He went as close to the teachers' area as he could without seeming to be doing anything suspicious. When Gohan was close enough, he more clearly heard a muffled third voice coming from where he sensed the peculiar energy on Professor Quirrell, and it sounded like it was- giving instructions to Quirrell. Gohan decided to wait awhile before returning to his seat. He then chose to sense out the snitch and blinked a couple times at where he was sensing it before he released some snickers.
Lee had kept up the commentating of the match the whole time.
"And Slytherin is in possession- Flint with the Quaffle. He passes Spinnet and Bell, and speeds down to the Gryffindor goal. A Bludger hits him hard in the face; hope it broke something- only joking Professor- Flint retains possession- and Slytherin scores."
The Slytherins broke out into cheers while the Gryffindors just quieted down. Gohan noticed that some of the Gryffindors finally noticed Harry's predicament. To get the Slytherins' attention on Harry, Gohan elbowed Chris in the side.
"Ow, damn it Gohan, what was that for?" Chris wined. When Gohan hit you, it hurt. He had the bruises to prove it.
"Check out Potter." Gohan pointed to where Harry was zigzagging around in the air and jerking violently. As expected, Chris broke out in fits of laughter. When nearby Slytherins looked at him quizzically, Gohan pointed up to Harry causing them, too, to break out in laughter.
"HAHA!!! Potter can't control his broom!!!" a Slytherin managed to gasp out between laughs.
All the students started pointing at Harry, trying to figure out what was going on with his broom. All of the players had stopped playing and fixed their gazes on Harry, whose broom was now rolling around. The crowd gasped as the broom jerked violently, causing Harry to swing off the broom and hold onto it with one hand.
Taking advantage of the other players' lack of attention, Marcus Flint took the Quaffle and scored seven times without anyone noticing.
Gohan watched as Hermione pointed at Snape while talking to Ron. Once she realized that Gohan was looking at her, she started frantically pointing at the teachers' area. Getting the idea, Gohan moved away from the crowd and pulled out his wand.
"Solar Flare," Gohan said quietly.
Instead of the normal sunlight erupting all around and blinding everyone, a beam of sunlight crossed between Harry and the teacher's area, causing the teachers to be blinded and lose eye contact with Harry so that the professor couldn't jinx Harry's broom.
Gohan and everyone else watched as Harry climbed back onto his broom before he started plummeting fast to the ground. As soon as he was on sturdy ground, Harry clasped his mouth as though he were about to be sick. He fell to the ground and coughed several times, causing something to fall into his hand.
"I've got the snitch!" Harry called, waving around the little golden ball above his head, ending the game.
"That's not fair!" Marcus Flint was howling for the next half hour. "He didn't catch it, he practically swallowed it." It didn't make any difference though, as there was no rule against catching the snitch in your mouth. Lee was happily shouting out the final score of the match- Gryffindor had one hundred and seventy points to Slytherin's eighty.
Gohan had left to join Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were having some tea in Hagrid's hut.
"It was Snape that did that to you, Harry," Ron explained. "Hermione and I saw the whole thing. He wasn't taking his eyes off you and was constantly muttering some words; he was cursing your broom. You saw that too, right Gohan?"
"That's rubbish," Hagrid proclaimed. "Snape may not like you Harry, but he wouldn't kill you."
"If it means anything to you," Gohan butted it. "Professor Quirrell was keeping eye contact with Harry the whole time too and muttering."
"A counter-curse!" Hermione exclaimed. "Professor Quirrell was trying to save Harry!"
"Hang on a second," Gohan said. "There's something else that bothers me though. I got closer to the teachers' area to try and figure out what was going on, and I heard a muffled voice that sounded like it was instructing someone to do something..."
"So?" Ron queried. "Big deal, a third voice was telling Snape the curse to knock Harry off his broom."
"That would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that the sound was coming from underneath Quirrell's turban."
"WHAT!? You have got to be joking me!" Ron exclaimed. "How could there be noise coming from underneath his turban?"
"You say that like I know or something. You have to admit, there are some weird smells that come from it, and I'm not talking about garlic."
"That's true," Harry spoke up. "Whatever is under there really needs to be washed or something. I still think it was Snape; he tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween."
"Who told you about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked.
"Fluffy?" Ron asked.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione queried.
"Yeah- he's mine. I bought him at a pub las' year and gave him to Dumbledore to guard the..."
"Yes?" Harry said eagerly.
"Now, don't ask anymore. That's top secret, that is."
"But whatever it is, Snape is trying to steal it," Hermione said.
"Rubbish. Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he wouldn't do anything of the sort."
"Then why did he try and kill Harry?" Hermione asked. "I know a jinx when I see one. You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all."
"Nor was Quirrell," Gohan added. "I'm more worried about Quirrell because he wasn't stuttering like he usually does."
"That's because he was doing a spell," Ron reasoned. "He knows how to do spells without constantly stuttering."
"That's not true. I've seen him do magic; he's always stuttering. He can barely get out a short spell like 'Lumos' out without stuttering; I doubt he could do a full counter-curse without stuttering. Unless he's been faking the stutter the whole time."
"He's probably faking it so that people won't suspect him of having any power," Ron said. "He probably just saved Harry's life."
"I'm telling yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid exclaimed hotly. "Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Listen to me- yer meddlin' in things that aren't to be meddled in. It's dangerous. Just forget that dog and whatever it's guarding; that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel..."
"Nicolas Flamel?" Harry questioned. "So there's someone named Nicolas Flamel involved in this is there?"
"Shouldn't have told you that. Nope, definitely shouldn't have said that," Hagrid proclaimed, looking furious with himself.
"Wait a minute- Nicolas Flamel?" Gohan asked. "Isn't he the guy that..." Gohan's eyes widened. "Why would they be keeping one of those things here at school?"
"Hagrid told me that this is the safest place to guard something," Harry said. "What are you talking about? What are they keeping here?"
"Don't tell them a thing!" Hagrid exclaimed.
"Who's Nicolas Flamel and what does he have that's so important that Snape is trying to steal?" Harry persisted. Hagrid gulped; he knew it would be impossible to stop Gohan from telling them. If he managed it here, he would tell them later.
"Nicolas invented something called the Sorcerer's Stone," Gohan explained. "It turns any metal into gold and can produce a liquid called the Elixir of Life, which makes anyone who drinks it immortal." Hagrid's fear on his face confirmed any doubts about what was being hidden.
"Is that the thing we pulled out of Gringotts that day, Hagrid?" Harry queried. Hagrid was about to deny everything, but knew it was hopeless.
"Yup, that was what Professor Dumbledore wanted moved here. Good thing, too." Hagrid said.
"So, one of the teachers is trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but why?" Hermione asked. "What reason could one have to be immortal?"
"Maybe it's for someone else," Gohan offered. "Someone could be on the brink of death that doesn't want to die, so the teacher is going to save his or her life with the elixir."
"Or someone has mass plans to take over the world or something," Ron joked, though no one found it amusing.
"Whoever they are trying to get it for, we can't let them get it," Harry said. "There can't be any good reason for someone to be immortal."
"Um...I hate to say this, but I've got a very strong suspicion as to who the elixir is for," Gohan admitted. "And the more I think about it, the more likely it seems to be true."
"Well, what is it?" Hermione asked.
"Out with it already," Ron said impatiently.
"Well, I'm sure you've all heard the rumors that Voldemort is still alive, right?" Gohan started. Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron flinched at the name, but otherwise, they all nodded.
"I have this feeling that whoever is trying to steal the stone wants to give the stone to Voldemort so that he can return to power."
"But why would someone want to give him the stone?" Hermione questioned.
"Maybe they were promised something great in return that they didn't want to pass up," Harry suggested.
"I still think that it's Professor Quirrell," Gohan stated. "He's got the whole turban thing that only adds to the suspicion."
"But we all know that Snape has had a grudge against Harry since forever!" Ron exclaimed. "Maybe he wants You-Know-Who to come back and kill Harry or something."
"Actually, that was against his father mainly," Hagrid said. "Snape has been holding a grudge against Harry's father for as long as I can remember."
"Well he obviously wants to get rid of all connections to his father then," Ron said. "And what better way than to kill off the only connection."
"No," Hagrid said. "Snape's a Hogwarts' teacher, there is no way that he would want to kill a student."
"Tell that to him," Ron muttered under his breath. Gohan, being the only other person who heard, snickered.
"Now, all of you get out of here. It's dinner time," Hagrid said. "And yer not to tell anyone else about this."
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Thanks to all the wonderful ideas you reviewers have been giving me for Gohan's destinations; I'll be able to do most of them eventually as long as I either know about the anime or you've told me enough about it, though you're better off telling me somewhere that I can read or see it because there's WAY too much information to have to throw into a review or email. Keep up the ideas as I intend to have Gohan trapped wandering the multiple universes and dimensions for a long time, hoping that I keep getting ideas and such.
Just a random observation, but does anyone else find it weird that whenever they are playing quidditch, no one ever drops the Quaffle? I mean, even professional football players drop the ball, so how come some teenagers always catch it when they have only been playing for six years at most?
Does anyone who types up the story in Microsoft Word know how to get bold or italic type without copying the whole thing and throwing it into an html document? I just can't get things to ever be bold or italicized on here. Blasted Microsoft and how well it always "works"; they weren't kidding when they said that Microsoft Works was the biggest oxymoron of them all.