A/N: Oy, I'm really sorry people. I meant to get this out a couple weeks ago, but I've been distracted by a combination of chatting with my friends and work. I've worked 31 hours in the last 4 days and my legs are killing me.

???: Okay, here it is. Sorry for the wait, but I've been extremely busy; and distracted.

ESSJGohan: Nope, nothing to do with fallen angels, though I don't quite understand it; must be some Christian thing...

Luna's Meow: Yup, he'll be older. I'll do some changes to help it along at a later time.

Ian: What? No, I've never heard of them.

Marshmellow13Dragon: Sugar? Sorry, I was really hungry. Um, I did find a pot of gold though if you want some for compensation; the forum people tell me I should be sharing it...

Ashley: 7th year? I don't think I could get that far; I'm challenged enough as it is right now.

I'd like to take this moment to thank The Angel of Chaos, Vegnagun, and Disturbed One for sending me links to get information about the various animes I don't know. I'd also like to mention that I'm not going to bother trying to write out Hagrid's accent, because it's a real pain with grammar and spell checks as well as the fact that I'm not sure where to change sounds.

Disclaimer: I've been trying for a long time, and finally managed it! I now have... a Yu Yu Hakusho DVD!!! Well, not that it has anything to do with anything as it's the only anime related thing I've got, other than games.

Chapter 7

"I can't believe it!" Professor McGonagall screeched. "I thought Mr. Malfoy was joking when he said that you two would be out of bed. I have never been so disappointed in any Gryffindors in my life!"

Right after being found by Filch, Harry and Hermione had immediately been dragged to Professor McGonagall's office, since she was their Head of House. Harry was constantly fidgeting, worrying more about what would happen to his invisibility cloak more than his punishment.

"You two will join Mr. Malfoy for detention at a later time. Also, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

"Fifty points!" Harry exclaimed.

"Fifty points each."

Harry's emerald eyes opened wide in shock; there went most of the points they had gotten from the last quidditch match, as well as the lead in the battle for the House Cup. Harry was about to argue about it, but remembered exactly whom it was he was about to argue with, and wisely decided against it.

Instead, Harry let out a sigh as he and Hermione were dismissed back to their dormitories. There wouldn't be any chance of getting his invisibility cloak tonight.

Once they had reached the common room and gone to the separate stairwells, Harry put his hands in his unruly black hair and pulled on it in frustration; he definitely wasn't going to be appreciated much once people found out what happened.

Harry opened the door to his dormitory quietly and tiptoed over to his trunk where he pulled out his pajamas and quickly changed into them. He quietly walked back to his bed and was shocked at what he found lying on it.

Right there, in the middle of his bed, was his invisibility cloak as well as a note. Harry picked up the note and read:

Harry,

You really should keep better track of your valuables. Wouldn't want to lose anything important, now would you?

Gohan

Harry blinked a couple times trying to comprehend how that happened. How exactly did Gohan manage to sneak up to the tower, get the cloak, and then get into the Gryffindor common room and put it on his bed without being caught? Must be some of that Slytherin talent or something.

Harry stored the cloak at the bottom of his trunk before lying down and falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Just as Harry had anticipated, almost all of the Gryffindors were glaring at him for losing all those well-earned points. Even the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students were mad at him since they wanted to see a house other than Slytherin win the House Cup, but now they might as well just give it to them now. The only people who would talk to him were Ron, Hermione, and Gohan. Most of the Slytherins were laughing at him, and a couple went so far as to thank Harry for giving them the lead back for the House Cup.

All the students in the halls would point at him and wouldn't bother to lower their voices, telling their friends how he was the one who caused Slytherin to win the cup again. Not even the rest of the Quidditch team would talk to him; and if they had to mention him, it was as "the seeker".

"Oh, come off it," Ron said. "Fred and George lose lots of points for Gryffindor all the time."

"Did they ever lose us one hundred points in one go?"

"Well, no, but the point is, everyone will eventually get over it. I'm sure there are loads of ways that we can make up the points."

"Really? Like how?" Harry inquired. "It's a lot easier to lose points than it is to gain them."

"Well, um, you could always, uh..."

Ron continues to sputter out nonsense trying to think of an idea to get them back in the running for the house cup. Harry just sat there smirking at his attempts.

"Come on," Harry said. "Let's go before we miss breakfast."

That had the desired effect as Ron completely forgot about trying to cheer Harry up. Ron grabbed Harry's hand and started dragging him to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The two were rushing into the Great Hall so quickly, that they bumped into several students along the way. Ron, who was too distracted by food, didn't care until he bumped into what felt like a solid brick wall and fell onto the ground. When he looked up, he saw Gohan standing there with one of his blonde eyebrows raised.

"Great job of paying attention to where you're going, Ronald." Ron blushed in embarrassment, his face perfectly matching the red of his hair.

"Thanks Gohan," Harry proclaimed before Ron could start an argument, which he would undoubtedly lose. Ron looked bewildered at what Harry was talking about.

"Hn, it was nothing."

The Weasley twins then carted off Gohan so that they could think up some more practical jokes to play on all the unsuspecting people of the school.

"Well? Any brilliant ideas for us today Gohan?" George asked impatiently. Gohan sat down and crossed his legs before answering.

"Well, nothing directly related to pranks." The three others moaned in disappointment. "Don't worry though, I've got another idea that will help us pull some more amazing pranks."

Lee and the Weasley twins' attention were immediately drawn back to Gohan with a gleam in their eyes.

"Well? What is it? We haven't got all day, you know."

Gohan smirked at them and shook his head at how impatient they were. Instead of telling them, Gohan floated a couple inches off the ground, just enough so that they could tell what he was doing.

"Wicked," the three chimed in unison. "Are you going to teach us how to do that?"

Gohan nodded in approval before leading them into an unused classroom and beginning to teach them the basics of flying.

"In order to fly," Gohan began, "you must first learn to harness your energy, or as I prefer to call it, ki. In order to do so, you must relax your body and feel out for your center. It will feel like an emence warmth and will be bright. You must then guide the energy, not force it, into your hands then imagine it taking the form of a sphere." Gohan quickly demonstrated what should happen. "Once you can summon it at will without exhausting yourself, you push your energy into your feet and continue to push it downwards, which will lift you off the ground."

While watching the three troublemakers try and master flying, Gohan smiled as he remembered teaching Lime how to do this several years ago. Lime was probably the only friend, from his dimension at least, that Gohan had decided to befriend, instead of having met him or her through his father.

By the end of the lessons, all three of them could summon their energy very easily and couldn't wait to fly; though Gohan made them swear to not practice flying without him supervising them and that he'd know if they had attempted flight.

That evening, Mr. Filch led Harry, Hermione, and Draco down the steps of the castle and towards Hagrid's hut. Filch was complaining about the loss of what he believed were good punishments, which were hitting troublemakers with whips or other such torturous methods.

"You'll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight," Filch stated, explaining the obvious. "In the Forbidden Forest."

"WHAT!?" Draco yelled. "But the Headmaster said students aren't allowed in there. When my father hears about this..."

"There's nothing your father can do," Filch spat. "We have every right to punish you misbehaving brats in any way we want." Draco looked like he was about to comment, but thought better of it.

It didn't take too long for them to reach Hagrid's Hut, where they found Hagrid already outside waiting for them, Fang at his side and a crossbow in his hands.

"Here they are Hagrid," Filch announced once they were close enough.

"Alright. Well, we best be going now."

With that, Hagrid handed a spare lamp to Harry and led them into the forest.

"Just wait until my father hears about this," Draco continued to grumble. "Seriously, there are werewolves and things in there; don't you people care about our safety?"

"Trust me," Hagrid said. "There are things in there much worse than werewolves." Draco shivered as he tried to imagine something worse than a werewolf.

The pale moonlight shone eerily through the trees of the forest, adding to the effect of why it was forbidden to enter it. The trees seemed to hunch over them, as if they were alive and watching them. A very faint breeze moved the branches of the trees, rustling the leaves and causing occasional creeks from some of the older trees.

Hagrid led them along a dirt path, keeping the lamp focused on the ground. Eventually, the light from the lamp reflected off of a liquidy substance that blinded them with light. When Hagrid aimed the lamp directly to the side of it, they could make out that it was some kind of silver liquid.

"See that shiny stuff there?" Hagrid asked. "That's unicorn blood. Someone out here's been hurting the unicorns a lot recently. I've found a couple dead unicorns and several more injured ones in the last couple of weeks. We're going to try and find the injured unicorn and help it restore its strength; or put it out of its misery if it's real bad."

Hermione let out a quiet shriek at the thought of having to kill an animal; especially a unicorn. Harry put a hand on her shoulder, emerald eyes silently asking if she was all right.

All of their attention was diverted as they saw a brief flash of light pass overhead, but it was gone so quickly, they weren't sure if they had actually seen something or were just imagining things.

"All right then," Hagrid said. "There are two paths here. We're gonna split into two groups..."

"Wouldn't it be smarter to stay in one group?" Malfoy queried.

"As you can tell," Hagrid continued, as though Malfoy had never spoken, "there are two paths here. One group will go on one of the paths at the other group will follow the other path. You're to send up green sparks if you find the unicorn, and red sparks in you get injured." The three students quickly nodded their agreements, Malfoy still muttering about what his father would do to the school.

"Fine, but I want Fang," Malfoy stated, going by the glimpse of Fang's massive pointy fangs.

"Very well," Hagrid agreed. "But just so you know, he's a bloody coward." Draco's face quickly paled further. "Hermione, you'll come with me down this way. Harry, you and Malfoy will take fang and go down the other path." Hagrid left down the right path with Hermione.

Harry, holding the lamp in front of him, led Fang and Malfoy down the path and further into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The light shone eerily off the trees and made most of the trees look like they were alive, about to detach their roots from the ground and attack them at any given minute.

The three spent the better part of the next hour following the path and looking to the sides, finding nothing out of place as they continued at their sedate pace. Harry wanted to speed up, as the cold air of the forest was numbing his body quickly, but Draco would always freak out if he started going faster, afraid that they wouldn't have enough time to spot any on comers before they could attack. Harry turned around rapidly as he heard a 'thump' ready for battle, only to see that Malfoy had tripped on one of the roots along the ground.

Malfoy tried to glare at Harry, but found that he couldn't glare all that effectively when he was more concerned about the possibility of the creature attacking the unicorns popping up out of nowhere and attacking them; positive that they wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance.

Harry shook his head before aiming the light forward again and continuing on. Not too much later, Harry found the light reflecting back at him, blinding him until he aimed the lamp lower.

There, about twenty feet away from him, was an injured unicorn lying on its side. The white coat, which was supposed to be glossy and clean, looked dirty and dull. Part of the unicorn's horn was bent, showing that it had attempted to fend off the attacker, but failed miserably. Some drops of silver unicorn blood dripping from random parts of the deceased creature.

Even scarier than seeing a dead unicorn in such an injured state, was the black cloaked creature crouching over it, back facing them, and its head covered by a hood, with it's face pressed tightly against the neck of the unicorn. Undoubtedly the creature, which was obviously human, was feasting on the blood of the injured animal.

Harry's scar burned hotly on his forehead as he looked at the back of the man's head. Harry fell down to one knee as he clutched his scar, hoping to lessen the pain. He grunted in pain loudly, alerting the unicorn slayer of their presence.

The hooded figure quickly rose and left the unicorn on the ground. It turned around to face them, but the hood covered his face, making it impossible to see anything other than black shadows. The figure's gaze seemed to lock onto Harry as it slowly glided over to him, shocking both Harry and Draco.

Draco and Fang quickly fled the scene, leaving Harry by himself to fend against the mysterious figure.

The figure rapidly glided over to Harry, completely ignoring the flight of Harry's companions. In fact, you could almost feel that it was happier with fewer victims in its path to Harry, as if the other two actually would've made any difference.

Harry stood and started to back up rapidly, until he fell backwards with a crunch and a smash. Looking down, Harry saw that he had dropped the lamp, which had broken sending shattered pieces of glass all over the area, and was sitting in what appeared to be a pile of dusty bones. They were obviously old by how decayed they were and how easily they broke upon contact.

Harry looked around, trying to find a way out, but the limited lighting the moon offered did very little to help his vision.

The figure crept ever closer to Harry until it was less than half a foot away. The pain in Harry's scar only intensified with each inch the figure closed on him until it felt like his scar was on fire. The figure slowly bent over and went to grab Harry around the throat, obviously intent on killing him quickly.

Harry clenched his eyes shut, unwilling to watch his life get choked out of him. At this rate, he almost wished that he had never left the Dursleys, never found out that he was a wizard born to who were considered the strongest and smartest witch and wizard of their time, and certainly never having survived the green flash- the Killing Curse- meant to end his life just over ten years ago.

Harry heard a sickening crunch and then whack and, still paralyzed with fear and numb from the cold, thought the other being had broken his arms to stop any meddling from him.

Harry, finding air still coming easily to him, slowly opened one eye, then the other. Both emerald eyes widened in shock as he realized that something or someone had forcefully knocked the cloaked figure off of him and into one of the nearby trees, which had cracked almost in half from the force of the flying figure.

Realizing that the figure would be slow to rise, Harry glanced around quickly, trying to spot whatever or whoever it was that forced the figure off of him in case it decided to turn on him. Behind him, Harry managed to spot something dashing towards him, on what sounded like four legs.

The new visitor quickly launched itself over a branch and into the clearing where Harry and the injured person resided. Harry was quick to identify it as a centaur, the lower half of its body looking like the body of a horse covered in light brown fur. From where the neck of the horse should've been, was the torso of a man, a muscular one at that, which led up to the normal upper body of a human male. The centaur had long blonde hair flowing off of his head and pale blue eyes, almost identical to sapphires, inspecting the scene until they landed on Harry.

"You're that Potter boy," the centaur spoke. "The forest is a dangerous place this year, and no one, most of all you, should be out here without protection. Come, we must..."

The centaur stopped as the figure regained its footing and prepared to attack again. Noticing the centaur, the figure turned around rapidly and disappeared into the shadows.

"Who are you? Where you the one who knocked it off of me? What was that?" Harry shot off as soon as he was sure the cloaked figure wouldn't return.

"My name is Firenze," the centaur began. "I am not the one who knocked that monster off of you, nor am I sure what it was."

"Monster? What makes you so sure of that?"

"Because, only a monster would attack a unicorn and then consume its blood. A unicorn is so pure that drinking its blood will safe your life, even if you're inches away from death, but at a cost. From the moment the blood touches your lips, you will live a half-life, a cursed life."

Harry stood agape with shock, half expecting Hermione to be next to him, sighing heavily and asking how he couldn't already know such an obvious fact, or something to that extent.

Harry and Firenze altered their view in the direction from which some thunderous footsteps were coming, along with a couple other, lighter sets, based on the sounds of the crunching branches on the forest floor.

Light came blaring out of the forest in the direction the footsteps were coming from and Harry felt relief wash over him as he recognized the huge form of Hagrid stomping his way over, Hermione, Draco, and Fang close behind him.

"Hello there, Firenze," Hagrid greeted. "I see you've acquainted yourself with our young mister Potter here."

"Indeed, and greetings to you as well, Hagrid," Firenze replied, before turning to Harry. "I leave you now, Harry Potter, you are safe for now. Good luck, the stars show many a difficulty in your life." With that confusing statement, Firenze galloped into the bushes and out of view quickly.

Hermione quickly rushed over, asking Harry if he was injured at all. Harry quickly denied any pain, not wanting her to worry anymore than she already was, but his plan failed when some blood fell off of his arm where the pieces of glass from the lamp had embedded themselves into him.

Harry gently pried the glass shards from his arm and wrapped them with some of the ripped clothing that had fallen from the mysterious attacker.

Hagrid led them back to the castle and brought Harry to Madam Pomfrey, to make sure that his injuries where nothing major. After a quick check over, she released him and allowed him to return to his dormitory.

As Harry lied down on his bed in his dormitory, he pondered on the confusing possibilities of what he had seen. He had never felt his scar burn so much in all of his life. In fact, it had never even hurt him before, aside from a few dreams in which all he saw were flashes of bright green light that he'd learned was the Killing Curse.

Harry was one hundred percent positive that the mysterious figure had been Voldemort. He was confounded, though, as to how Voldemort had acquired a body. Last he had heard the backfiring of the Killing Curse when Harry was a baby had destroyed Voldemort's body, so how could he be drinking unicorn blood? Perhaps Voldemort had somehow learned how to possess people's bodies and command them to his will.

Harry could hardly wait to recount his sitings to Ron, Hermione, and Gohan tomorrow. He hoped one of them might have a possible explanation as to what had saved him or could deduce something else from what had transpired that night.

One thing was certain, and that was that the Sorcerer's Stone wasn't going to remain safe for very much longer.

HOORAY!!! I finally managed to get off my lazy arse and type a new chapter {readers: It's about damn time!}

I'd like to point out the fact that I changed my pen name from 'Subway Saiyan' to 'Ryu no Hono' in case any of you failed to notice. In case you're wondering, ryu no hono is japanese for dragon's flames. I changed my pen name because I want to lessen the number of different user names I've got and because I really like dragons and fire.

Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news. The good news is I've got a job. The bad news is... I've got a job. That means that I'm making money (w00t!) but that there are more times that I won't have to update. I also regret to inform you that I'm seriously starting to lose interest in typing my stories. I'll try not to stop because I've got some ideas that I really want to put out, but I'm not guaranteeing anything.

Sorry for the long wait, but I've been in a semi-depression. I just went and read several of the Harry Potter fics, and it really annoys me that some of the people have more reviews than me in less chapters and words. Oh well, guess that's what happens when Potter is more widely enjoyed than DBZ. Well, I might have learned a bit about how to better write chapters, though I won't be able to tell the difference.

I'd also like to apologize to the reviewer from two chapters ago who told me that electronics couldn't be used at Hogwarts. I read all the Harry Potter books- again- and found where it says that, so I'm sorry about that. Though rest assured that Gohan is nowhere near Hogwarts when he trains or he'd wake them all up with the flashes of light from his energy blasts and techniques like Solar Flare.

OOH! GOOD NEWS!!! I managed to watch all the episodes and final movie of Neon Genesis Evangelion as well as most of the Naruto episodes, so I can write about those animes if someone has an idea. As soon as I manage to get the rest of the episodes off my friend, I'll be able to write about Chobits if presented with an idea.

MORE NEWS!!! Yeah, well, it's more like a poll, but whatever. I was thinking recently and realized that both this and my other fic, Saiyan Upbringing, are basically repeats of what actually happened only altering events. I wanted to know what people would think if I were to change around events. For example, getting rid of the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco in favor of something else. Do you think it would be a good idea?