Harry Potter and the Saiya-Jins Power
Part Four
Classes, Snape, and Other Things
Disclaimer: Sigh Haven't we gone over this already? Me no own.
Cyblade Silver: Thank you. I think it's better too. Hope you like this chapter! And Percy'll change. Maybe. He's fun to make a toady!
ChibiGyouza: I almost cried at that part of the book. But remember, Dragonballs! smriks So even if he DOES die, he can be wished back! And He is my favourite character! He's so appearing!
Well, I've rattled enough there so,
ENJOY!
GGohan followed behind the other members of his house with a look of awe on his face. The portraits and armour moved on their own, and several ghosts passed them in the halls. Gohan watched the restless spirits of the dead in awe, eye wide with amazement. "Sugoi," He breathed.
Videl nodded her agreement, her breath catching in her throat. This was beyond what they had ever dreamed before. "Gohan?" A gentle voice caught his attention. The demi Saiya-Jin glanced up at Ginny Weasly and grinned. "It's amazing, I know," She chuckled. "I felt that way too. But hurry a little faster. You don't want to get left behind and lost."
Gohan smiled, lengthening his strides a little to keep up with the group, Videl hot on his heels. The line halted at the portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress, Ron, one of that year's prefects announcing that the only way to get into Gryffindor tower was to use the password, "Salamander," and then to portrait would swing open. The fat lady, smiling at the new students, allowed them through.
Gohan thought he had died and gone to heaven. Or, at least a place with more luxuries than Earth. The decor was red and gold, with dozens of armchair and couches littering the room next to tables for studying. A fire place at one end held a roaring fire, lighting and warming the large room. Gohan looked around in awe. His entire house could have fit in this one room with space to spare!
"Is everything here big?" Gohan asked in awe. "I've never seen such a big room in my life! Not counting the Great Hall, of course."
"It's not that big," Ginny chuckled. "Look at it this way: the castle is a magical place built a thousand years ago that's been added onto for a long time. It's had time to grow."
"Yeah, but still," Gohan gazed about the room, jaw dropped. "It's just so BIG!"
Ginny shrugged. Neither of them said anything for a moment when Harry clapped Gohan's shoulder. "Boy's dorms are this way," He gestured up a wide staircase and grinned. "After all that food, we're all tired."
Gohan laughed and nodded, agreeing. He wasn't tired, not really, but he had to appear human. The Demi Saiya-Jin followed Harry up the stairs and stopped at his room. "Thanks for helping me, Harry-san," He bowed slightly and slipped into the room. Harry grinned and continued up the stairs.
It was early when Gohan woke, only about four in the morning, but he felt that he had lazed around far too much for his liking and got out of bed anyway. He was slightly behind in his training and now would be an excellent time to catch up, especially since the others wouldn't be up for a long time, two and a half hours at least, and he would be able to sneak out without risk of detection.
He leapt from the window, enjoying the wind in his hair as he fell downwards in a dizzying spiral for several moments. The he ignited his ki around his body and shot towards the forest at the edge of the grounds. His energy was soothing to his mind, the power ready at a call. He launched himself into a violent dance of kicks and punches, starting slowly and increasing slowly in speed and energy until he was glowing in Super Saiya-Jin level two, and unable to be spotted by the human eye.
All too soon his watch (developed by Bulma so that he could wear as a Super Saiya-Jin and the energy output wouldn't kill it) beeped in warning. He went through a quick cool-down and rushed to return to the castle before anyone noticed his absence. His hair and eyes lost their glow, sliding back into their normal black colour.
He arrived at the castle, showered, and dressed in record time. When the first person walked down the stairs, Harry's friend Hermione, he was immersed in a rather thick book, "Hogwarts: A History." Hermione smiled and wandered over to where he was sitting. "Good morning, Gohan," She greeted, taking a seat. "That's a favorite of mine. Do you like it?"
"It's very interesting," Gohan confessed. "I didn't know that there was so much to discover about Hogwarts!"
Hermione chuckled, "Ginny told you last night, the castle is a thousand years old. It's had time to grow. Do you like it?"
"What little I've seen. It's not like anything in Japan. Okassan said that in Japan, magic is older and they teach it at the temples. Not too many people have modern magic. She's kind of a witch. She can use magic, but it's not like yours. It's probably where I got it from."
"Is she a priestess?" Hermione looked intrigued.
"Iie. She's just versed in the art of Magic." Gohan shrugged and shut his book. "Is it time for breakfast? I'm really hungry."
"I was going soon, if you want to wait. Ginny and I walk down together most days," Hermione grinned. "She's Ron's sister, really, but she and I are really close too. Best friends. The other two'll let her in someday." She sounded wistful at the last part.
"It sounds like they have," Gohan pointed out. "They let her in when I joined."
"Hermione?" Ginny thumped down the steps followed by a very sleepy Ron and Harry. Well, sleepy Ron. Harry looked awake enough.
"Gohan's hungry," She giggled. "You ready to get something to eat?"
"Yes. Even though I ate more than I should have last night, I'm STARVED!" Ginny grinned.
"Don't leave me here!" Videl raced after them. "I don't know my way around yet!"
The others laughed and headed towards the Great Hall, stomachs growling. Gohan couldn't wait to see if breakfast was anything like the meal the night before. It was. Not as lavish, perhaps, but still plenty to eat. He dove for the food as soon as he reached the table, piling his plate high. Now, if he only had chopsticks. . . Not that he had trouble with a fork, of course, but chopsticks were his native eating utensil and he didn't have the chance of eating with them to fast and stabbing his tongue.
He was still the first done, misgivings or no. And he had eaten several times more than the others. It was the Saiya-Jin metabolism. The others were awed, but only until they got their schedules. "We have double potions with the Slytherins first thing?" Ron groaned.
"I've got Defense Against the Dark Arts," Gohan frowned. "Who's the teacher?"
"Some one new. They didn't introduce them at the feast last night, but I'm pretty sure it's a her," Hermione shrugged.
"Oh." Gohan frowned. "Well, I want to know who. Come on, Videl, let's find out!" The two grinned at each other and raced off, leaving the others in the group laughing and shaking their heads.
"I have History of Magic first, so I had better go too," Ginny smirked. "Got to get a good seat to sleep in! Back of the room, right by the windows. The you can lean on the wall!"
"Yeah," Harry agreed as Ron nodded. "Unfortunately, you can also daydream about being outside and away from his class."
Ron laughed but Hermione shot them a Look. Which would have been very effective had her lips not been twitching. The trio waved at Ginny as she left, then got up to go to potions in good humour, despite the rough morning ahead.
"Good Morning, class," A short square woman with rigid brown hair set in fat curls looked over Gohan's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
No one responded to the greeting, all too confused. "I said good morning," The woman snapped. "When I say that, you answer, good morning Professor Umbridge, and then we will start the lesson."
Gohan blinked at her, watching her call roll and absently answered, "Here," at the sound of his name.
"Good," The lady chirruped, "It seems everyone is here. Now, you all need to put away your wands. These are practical lessons."
Gohan raised his hand, "My Okassan said that the only way to learn is to practice. Are you saying we don't DO any of these until the exam?"
"If you know the theory behind something, you should have no trouble. Besides, what's going to attack you now? There are no threats."
"Like Cell?" Gohan pointed out. "No one knew about him."
"Do not speak unless I call upon you. Now, I want you to read pages one through sixteen right now and I want a foot long essay next class on the matter covered there." She smiled.
Gohan waved his hand again. She nodded to him and he frowned at her. "But Okassan said that--"
"Are you implying that your 'okassan' knows more about magic than I do? You are obviously muggle born--"
"Not really. Okassan is my mom. But she's not a muggle. She's magical too. So's Baba, the fortune teller. She's master Roshi's sister. And then there's Dende and Popo and I know they can do magic. And they all tell me that I have to practice things to learn them."
"And I bet this Dende you speak of is oh-so-very important," Umbridge snorted sarcastically.
Gohan shrugged, "He's only the guardian of earth. Now, King Kai, he's my Otousan's trainer and the West Kai, now HE'S important. Of course. . . He tells my Otousan the same thing."
That little tidbit of information made the professor glow red with anger. "Detention, Mr. Son. And no more back talk or lies!"
Gohan frowned and may have argued a little further, but Videl shut him up with a look. Subdued, he waited for the bell to ring, got the information for his detention, and headed to his next class. Double potions with Slytherin.
The teacher wasn't too scary looking, nothing at all like Ron had described him. He had greasy black hair that fell to his chin and sharp black eyes that promised a tongue lashing to those that did not listen, and he carried himself with an air that made many students feel inferior just by looking at him.
Except for Gohan, the entire class was frightened. Gohan, however, turned on the Son charm without meaning too. He was intrigued with the hawk faced man, curious about him. "Potions," The man began as soon as the class was seated, "Is a delicate art and I expect that few of you dunderheads will excel. I will write the ingredients on the chalk board as well as the directions for a simple shrinking drought. I assume you can figure things out from there?"
Gohan shrugged and nodded, watching the page number to the potion appear on the board as well as the other things. Gohan pulled his book out, thumbed through the pages and began setting up. He knew that this was like cooking, something he liked to do and his mother encouraged, and so he treated it as a recipe, checking and double checking measures, stirring directions, and ingredients.
"What are you doing, Mr. Son?" Snape demanded, growling at the Demi Saiya-Jin as he double checked the ingredient in his hand.
"Making sure this is what I want," Gohan told him innocently. "It would be a shame to mix up two ingredients because I got careless. Okassan told me that that's what often goes wrong in cooking and it's best to take the extra time to check twice, so I thought it would work well here too."
For once, Snape was shocked. This eleven year old sounded so mature for his age, actually thinking things over before doing them, and at the same time, he seemed four times more innocent than any of his other class mates. There was no taint in his eyes, no darkness in his smile, just something genuine that Snape had not seen in years. It was too bad Voldemort would steal that from the boy.
"Five points, Mr. Son, for showing you have a brain," Snape could scarcely believe the words leaving his mouth.
"Arigatou sensei!" Gohan grinned. "You know, sir, you're actually very nice."
Snape frowned and almost said something, but shook his head. He could do that later. For now, he had the puzzle of Gohan Son to work out.
Gohan giggled and made his way back towards the Gryffindor dormitories to tell Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron about his day. He and Videl had separated at the great hall because she had wanted to run through some katas and he had done his earlier, and would probably go out again that night.
He was at the corridor before the one he wanted when someone shoved him backwards, almost making him fall. Gohan recovered in record time, falling into a defensive stance and glaring at the attacker. It was the silvery haired boy from Diagon Alley. "What do you want?" Gohan snapped annoyed at being caught by surprise.
"Revenge," The boy replied. "No one messes with Draco Malfoy and gets away with it."
Gohan flicked a hand in a rude gesture that he had gotten from Ron and made a face. "Am I supposed to be scared of you, Draco Malfoy?" The Demi Saiya-Jin sneered.
"Every one is. My father--"
"You are hardly your father," Gohan smirked. "So, what are you here to do? Threaten me? Talk me to death? Fight?"
"I'll hex you if you don't stop talking." Draco snarled. Gohan rolled his eyes.
"I am SO frightened," He informed the teen sarcastically. "Are you ready to shut up and leave? Or must I kill you to get peace?" His appearance changed again, for a moment, and Draco blanched slightly, backing away.
"I'm just telling you, mudblood, that you had better watch your self. The Dark Lord doesn't take kindly to people like you!"
"You can tell your oh-so-cuddly master Moldywarts, or whatever the hell his name is, that I fear bricks more than I fear him. I've fought things that would make you wet your pants and won. Go home to your Daddy, Pureblood," He spat out the title like a curse, "and whine to him. I really don't care."
Gohan whirled and walked away, black eyes narrowed in rage. And then he was gone. Draco stood in the hall with his mouth open in shock wondering what had just happened.
Gohan knew he couldn't go back to the common room now and so he was aimlessly wandering around the castle for several minutes before he ran into Professor Snape. Quite literally. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!" Gohan quickly helped the professor to his feet and blushed. "I wasn't paying attention."
"I noticed," Snape sneered. "Perhaps you would like to share?"
"It was nothing, sir," Gohan waved a hand. "One of the students thinks they're better than the others. Some mule called. . . Draco? Yeah, Draco. He threatened me, told me the Dark Lord would get me."
"And you said?" Snape was intrigued that no harm had come to the boy.
"Well, I wanted to tell him that Moldywarts --or whatever the hell his name is-- could shove it up his ass, but I didn't think that would go over very well," Gohan chuckled slightly. "So I told him that I don't fear his master any more than I fear bricks."
"You wanted to tell the Dark Lord WHAT?" Snape paled.
"His ideals suck," Gohan informed the teacher flatly, "and he can shove them up his ass and help out the stick that seems to already be there, but I didn't think that would go over well, like I said."
Snape was torn between laughing and taking points. Not only had the boy told him exactly where he thought the Dark Lord could put his ideals, and seem more than happy to help, he had also called him MOLDYWARTS. That had certainly never happened before in his life, and Snape couldn't decide what the best course of action was. But his Mark began to burn so he dismissed the boy and hurried off. He could ponder it later.
?
Voldemort was not pleased with news that anyone had to bring, and Snape hardly thought that he would like what he was about to learn from the potions master, but the look on the Dark Lord's face would be too much to pass up. When Voldemort turned to Serverus for an update at Hogwarts, Snape sighed mentally, preparing for both laughter and pain.
"There are several who don't seem to fear you, milord," Snape bit his lip to keep from laughing. "He is but a mudblood, but he has a rather. . . unflattering nickname for you, milord."
"Do tell," The Dark Lord intoned silkily. "And what is this child's nickname for me?"
Serverus thought HE could make the word child sound like a curse, but Voldemort was much better at it. "M-moldywarts, milord."
"Moldywarts?" Voldemort raised on dark brow. "And did this. . . BOY say anything else?"
"He said that, and I quote, 'his ideals suck and I would tell him to shove them up his ass to help out the stick that seems to already be there.'" Snape had to forcibly hold back his laughter. Gohan had said it so innocently and with SUCH conviction!
"Foolish mudblood," Voldemort murmured. "But he is not my main concern. I shall have to speak with this. . . child myself."
Snape gave a sigh of relief. Voldemort was either to shocked or to amused to curse him at the moment. He was relieved when that meeting was called to an end and without further adieu, he apperated back to Hogwarts.
(A/N) Well, I have something to adress (besides my apologies for taking a long time to update). I got a comment from a reader on the last incarnation of htis story that Gohan had a lot of that whole woe-for-me thing going. He just lost his father by a mistake he made. I'm keeping it very in-character for something of that magnitude to happen. I know this from. . . let's just say personal experience. And Snape is NOT very OOC. He is intriguied. He wants to know what makes this kid tick. Something in Snape recognizes a knidred soul. This is how I think he would react. So, no complaintes for me? (the reviewer was for the previous chapter 15 and you'll recognize the review if you look it up. It's rather long.)
Thank you! Review, please!
Lady Foeseeker
Part Four
Classes, Snape, and Other Things
Disclaimer: Sigh Haven't we gone over this already? Me no own.
Cyblade Silver: Thank you. I think it's better too. Hope you like this chapter! And Percy'll change. Maybe. He's fun to make a toady!
ChibiGyouza: I almost cried at that part of the book. But remember, Dragonballs! smriks So even if he DOES die, he can be wished back! And He is my favourite character! He's so appearing!
Well, I've rattled enough there so,
ENJOY!
GGohan followed behind the other members of his house with a look of awe on his face. The portraits and armour moved on their own, and several ghosts passed them in the halls. Gohan watched the restless spirits of the dead in awe, eye wide with amazement. "Sugoi," He breathed.
Videl nodded her agreement, her breath catching in her throat. This was beyond what they had ever dreamed before. "Gohan?" A gentle voice caught his attention. The demi Saiya-Jin glanced up at Ginny Weasly and grinned. "It's amazing, I know," She chuckled. "I felt that way too. But hurry a little faster. You don't want to get left behind and lost."
Gohan smiled, lengthening his strides a little to keep up with the group, Videl hot on his heels. The line halted at the portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress, Ron, one of that year's prefects announcing that the only way to get into Gryffindor tower was to use the password, "Salamander," and then to portrait would swing open. The fat lady, smiling at the new students, allowed them through.
Gohan thought he had died and gone to heaven. Or, at least a place with more luxuries than Earth. The decor was red and gold, with dozens of armchair and couches littering the room next to tables for studying. A fire place at one end held a roaring fire, lighting and warming the large room. Gohan looked around in awe. His entire house could have fit in this one room with space to spare!
"Is everything here big?" Gohan asked in awe. "I've never seen such a big room in my life! Not counting the Great Hall, of course."
"It's not that big," Ginny chuckled. "Look at it this way: the castle is a magical place built a thousand years ago that's been added onto for a long time. It's had time to grow."
"Yeah, but still," Gohan gazed about the room, jaw dropped. "It's just so BIG!"
Ginny shrugged. Neither of them said anything for a moment when Harry clapped Gohan's shoulder. "Boy's dorms are this way," He gestured up a wide staircase and grinned. "After all that food, we're all tired."
Gohan laughed and nodded, agreeing. He wasn't tired, not really, but he had to appear human. The Demi Saiya-Jin followed Harry up the stairs and stopped at his room. "Thanks for helping me, Harry-san," He bowed slightly and slipped into the room. Harry grinned and continued up the stairs.
It was early when Gohan woke, only about four in the morning, but he felt that he had lazed around far too much for his liking and got out of bed anyway. He was slightly behind in his training and now would be an excellent time to catch up, especially since the others wouldn't be up for a long time, two and a half hours at least, and he would be able to sneak out without risk of detection.
He leapt from the window, enjoying the wind in his hair as he fell downwards in a dizzying spiral for several moments. The he ignited his ki around his body and shot towards the forest at the edge of the grounds. His energy was soothing to his mind, the power ready at a call. He launched himself into a violent dance of kicks and punches, starting slowly and increasing slowly in speed and energy until he was glowing in Super Saiya-Jin level two, and unable to be spotted by the human eye.
All too soon his watch (developed by Bulma so that he could wear as a Super Saiya-Jin and the energy output wouldn't kill it) beeped in warning. He went through a quick cool-down and rushed to return to the castle before anyone noticed his absence. His hair and eyes lost their glow, sliding back into their normal black colour.
He arrived at the castle, showered, and dressed in record time. When the first person walked down the stairs, Harry's friend Hermione, he was immersed in a rather thick book, "Hogwarts: A History." Hermione smiled and wandered over to where he was sitting. "Good morning, Gohan," She greeted, taking a seat. "That's a favorite of mine. Do you like it?"
"It's very interesting," Gohan confessed. "I didn't know that there was so much to discover about Hogwarts!"
Hermione chuckled, "Ginny told you last night, the castle is a thousand years old. It's had time to grow. Do you like it?"
"What little I've seen. It's not like anything in Japan. Okassan said that in Japan, magic is older and they teach it at the temples. Not too many people have modern magic. She's kind of a witch. She can use magic, but it's not like yours. It's probably where I got it from."
"Is she a priestess?" Hermione looked intrigued.
"Iie. She's just versed in the art of Magic." Gohan shrugged and shut his book. "Is it time for breakfast? I'm really hungry."
"I was going soon, if you want to wait. Ginny and I walk down together most days," Hermione grinned. "She's Ron's sister, really, but she and I are really close too. Best friends. The other two'll let her in someday." She sounded wistful at the last part.
"It sounds like they have," Gohan pointed out. "They let her in when I joined."
"Hermione?" Ginny thumped down the steps followed by a very sleepy Ron and Harry. Well, sleepy Ron. Harry looked awake enough.
"Gohan's hungry," She giggled. "You ready to get something to eat?"
"Yes. Even though I ate more than I should have last night, I'm STARVED!" Ginny grinned.
"Don't leave me here!" Videl raced after them. "I don't know my way around yet!"
The others laughed and headed towards the Great Hall, stomachs growling. Gohan couldn't wait to see if breakfast was anything like the meal the night before. It was. Not as lavish, perhaps, but still plenty to eat. He dove for the food as soon as he reached the table, piling his plate high. Now, if he only had chopsticks. . . Not that he had trouble with a fork, of course, but chopsticks were his native eating utensil and he didn't have the chance of eating with them to fast and stabbing his tongue.
He was still the first done, misgivings or no. And he had eaten several times more than the others. It was the Saiya-Jin metabolism. The others were awed, but only until they got their schedules. "We have double potions with the Slytherins first thing?" Ron groaned.
"I've got Defense Against the Dark Arts," Gohan frowned. "Who's the teacher?"
"Some one new. They didn't introduce them at the feast last night, but I'm pretty sure it's a her," Hermione shrugged.
"Oh." Gohan frowned. "Well, I want to know who. Come on, Videl, let's find out!" The two grinned at each other and raced off, leaving the others in the group laughing and shaking their heads.
"I have History of Magic first, so I had better go too," Ginny smirked. "Got to get a good seat to sleep in! Back of the room, right by the windows. The you can lean on the wall!"
"Yeah," Harry agreed as Ron nodded. "Unfortunately, you can also daydream about being outside and away from his class."
Ron laughed but Hermione shot them a Look. Which would have been very effective had her lips not been twitching. The trio waved at Ginny as she left, then got up to go to potions in good humour, despite the rough morning ahead.
"Good Morning, class," A short square woman with rigid brown hair set in fat curls looked over Gohan's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
No one responded to the greeting, all too confused. "I said good morning," The woman snapped. "When I say that, you answer, good morning Professor Umbridge, and then we will start the lesson."
Gohan blinked at her, watching her call roll and absently answered, "Here," at the sound of his name.
"Good," The lady chirruped, "It seems everyone is here. Now, you all need to put away your wands. These are practical lessons."
Gohan raised his hand, "My Okassan said that the only way to learn is to practice. Are you saying we don't DO any of these until the exam?"
"If you know the theory behind something, you should have no trouble. Besides, what's going to attack you now? There are no threats."
"Like Cell?" Gohan pointed out. "No one knew about him."
"Do not speak unless I call upon you. Now, I want you to read pages one through sixteen right now and I want a foot long essay next class on the matter covered there." She smiled.
Gohan waved his hand again. She nodded to him and he frowned at her. "But Okassan said that--"
"Are you implying that your 'okassan' knows more about magic than I do? You are obviously muggle born--"
"Not really. Okassan is my mom. But she's not a muggle. She's magical too. So's Baba, the fortune teller. She's master Roshi's sister. And then there's Dende and Popo and I know they can do magic. And they all tell me that I have to practice things to learn them."
"And I bet this Dende you speak of is oh-so-very important," Umbridge snorted sarcastically.
Gohan shrugged, "He's only the guardian of earth. Now, King Kai, he's my Otousan's trainer and the West Kai, now HE'S important. Of course. . . He tells my Otousan the same thing."
That little tidbit of information made the professor glow red with anger. "Detention, Mr. Son. And no more back talk or lies!"
Gohan frowned and may have argued a little further, but Videl shut him up with a look. Subdued, he waited for the bell to ring, got the information for his detention, and headed to his next class. Double potions with Slytherin.
The teacher wasn't too scary looking, nothing at all like Ron had described him. He had greasy black hair that fell to his chin and sharp black eyes that promised a tongue lashing to those that did not listen, and he carried himself with an air that made many students feel inferior just by looking at him.
Except for Gohan, the entire class was frightened. Gohan, however, turned on the Son charm without meaning too. He was intrigued with the hawk faced man, curious about him. "Potions," The man began as soon as the class was seated, "Is a delicate art and I expect that few of you dunderheads will excel. I will write the ingredients on the chalk board as well as the directions for a simple shrinking drought. I assume you can figure things out from there?"
Gohan shrugged and nodded, watching the page number to the potion appear on the board as well as the other things. Gohan pulled his book out, thumbed through the pages and began setting up. He knew that this was like cooking, something he liked to do and his mother encouraged, and so he treated it as a recipe, checking and double checking measures, stirring directions, and ingredients.
"What are you doing, Mr. Son?" Snape demanded, growling at the Demi Saiya-Jin as he double checked the ingredient in his hand.
"Making sure this is what I want," Gohan told him innocently. "It would be a shame to mix up two ingredients because I got careless. Okassan told me that that's what often goes wrong in cooking and it's best to take the extra time to check twice, so I thought it would work well here too."
For once, Snape was shocked. This eleven year old sounded so mature for his age, actually thinking things over before doing them, and at the same time, he seemed four times more innocent than any of his other class mates. There was no taint in his eyes, no darkness in his smile, just something genuine that Snape had not seen in years. It was too bad Voldemort would steal that from the boy.
"Five points, Mr. Son, for showing you have a brain," Snape could scarcely believe the words leaving his mouth.
"Arigatou sensei!" Gohan grinned. "You know, sir, you're actually very nice."
Snape frowned and almost said something, but shook his head. He could do that later. For now, he had the puzzle of Gohan Son to work out.
Gohan giggled and made his way back towards the Gryffindor dormitories to tell Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron about his day. He and Videl had separated at the great hall because she had wanted to run through some katas and he had done his earlier, and would probably go out again that night.
He was at the corridor before the one he wanted when someone shoved him backwards, almost making him fall. Gohan recovered in record time, falling into a defensive stance and glaring at the attacker. It was the silvery haired boy from Diagon Alley. "What do you want?" Gohan snapped annoyed at being caught by surprise.
"Revenge," The boy replied. "No one messes with Draco Malfoy and gets away with it."
Gohan flicked a hand in a rude gesture that he had gotten from Ron and made a face. "Am I supposed to be scared of you, Draco Malfoy?" The Demi Saiya-Jin sneered.
"Every one is. My father--"
"You are hardly your father," Gohan smirked. "So, what are you here to do? Threaten me? Talk me to death? Fight?"
"I'll hex you if you don't stop talking." Draco snarled. Gohan rolled his eyes.
"I am SO frightened," He informed the teen sarcastically. "Are you ready to shut up and leave? Or must I kill you to get peace?" His appearance changed again, for a moment, and Draco blanched slightly, backing away.
"I'm just telling you, mudblood, that you had better watch your self. The Dark Lord doesn't take kindly to people like you!"
"You can tell your oh-so-cuddly master Moldywarts, or whatever the hell his name is, that I fear bricks more than I fear him. I've fought things that would make you wet your pants and won. Go home to your Daddy, Pureblood," He spat out the title like a curse, "and whine to him. I really don't care."
Gohan whirled and walked away, black eyes narrowed in rage. And then he was gone. Draco stood in the hall with his mouth open in shock wondering what had just happened.
Gohan knew he couldn't go back to the common room now and so he was aimlessly wandering around the castle for several minutes before he ran into Professor Snape. Quite literally. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!" Gohan quickly helped the professor to his feet and blushed. "I wasn't paying attention."
"I noticed," Snape sneered. "Perhaps you would like to share?"
"It was nothing, sir," Gohan waved a hand. "One of the students thinks they're better than the others. Some mule called. . . Draco? Yeah, Draco. He threatened me, told me the Dark Lord would get me."
"And you said?" Snape was intrigued that no harm had come to the boy.
"Well, I wanted to tell him that Moldywarts --or whatever the hell his name is-- could shove it up his ass, but I didn't think that would go over very well," Gohan chuckled slightly. "So I told him that I don't fear his master any more than I fear bricks."
"You wanted to tell the Dark Lord WHAT?" Snape paled.
"His ideals suck," Gohan informed the teacher flatly, "and he can shove them up his ass and help out the stick that seems to already be there, but I didn't think that would go over well, like I said."
Snape was torn between laughing and taking points. Not only had the boy told him exactly where he thought the Dark Lord could put his ideals, and seem more than happy to help, he had also called him MOLDYWARTS. That had certainly never happened before in his life, and Snape couldn't decide what the best course of action was. But his Mark began to burn so he dismissed the boy and hurried off. He could ponder it later.
?
Voldemort was not pleased with news that anyone had to bring, and Snape hardly thought that he would like what he was about to learn from the potions master, but the look on the Dark Lord's face would be too much to pass up. When Voldemort turned to Serverus for an update at Hogwarts, Snape sighed mentally, preparing for both laughter and pain.
"There are several who don't seem to fear you, milord," Snape bit his lip to keep from laughing. "He is but a mudblood, but he has a rather. . . unflattering nickname for you, milord."
"Do tell," The Dark Lord intoned silkily. "And what is this child's nickname for me?"
Serverus thought HE could make the word child sound like a curse, but Voldemort was much better at it. "M-moldywarts, milord."
"Moldywarts?" Voldemort raised on dark brow. "And did this. . . BOY say anything else?"
"He said that, and I quote, 'his ideals suck and I would tell him to shove them up his ass to help out the stick that seems to already be there.'" Snape had to forcibly hold back his laughter. Gohan had said it so innocently and with SUCH conviction!
"Foolish mudblood," Voldemort murmured. "But he is not my main concern. I shall have to speak with this. . . child myself."
Snape gave a sigh of relief. Voldemort was either to shocked or to amused to curse him at the moment. He was relieved when that meeting was called to an end and without further adieu, he apperated back to Hogwarts.
(A/N) Well, I have something to adress (besides my apologies for taking a long time to update). I got a comment from a reader on the last incarnation of htis story that Gohan had a lot of that whole woe-for-me thing going. He just lost his father by a mistake he made. I'm keeping it very in-character for something of that magnitude to happen. I know this from. . . let's just say personal experience. And Snape is NOT very OOC. He is intriguied. He wants to know what makes this kid tick. Something in Snape recognizes a knidred soul. This is how I think he would react. So, no complaintes for me? (the reviewer was for the previous chapter 15 and you'll recognize the review if you look it up. It's rather long.)
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Lady Foeseeker