Harry Potter and the Saiya-Jins Power
Part Eight
Apologizing
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Gohan rushed towards the dungeons, hoping to find Professor Snape before he went to sleep. From what he had learned about the crusiatus curse, it was very painful, and the teacher would surely be one large ache in the morning. Of course, that was if Gohan didn't give him the other half of Harry's sensu bean, which the man was sure to need.
He made it to the dungeons in record time, racing around in Super Saiya-Jin form and hoping his speed was great enough that even if someone did manage to see him, there was no way they would be able to identify him. He stopped rather abruptly at the potions classroom, sniffing around for a strong trail, and following it slowly down the hallway, hoping to find the professor's bed chambers.
He managed and stopped at the portrait of a snake wrapped around a handsome wizard, tall with dark green robes, silver hair, and golden eyes. "Excuse me, sir?" Gohan tapped the painting's frame to get the portrait's attention.
"Hello, young one. How may I help you?" The portrait looked at him, the golden eyes seeming to see right through him.
"Is this Professor Snape's personal quarters? I need to talk to him." Gohan put a hand to the portrait's edge. "I did a bad thing, and I really want to apologize."
"Apologize? I have not yet seen a student that willingly apologizes to the one that lives here. I believe he is known as the 'greasy git'?"
Gohan shrugged. "He can be mean in the classroom, but he's not that bad. I mean, he hasn't tried to kill me yet, so he tops Vegita-san on the nice scale. But he glared at me and I told him he was doing it wrong, and I need to apologize, because he was only upset because he'd been under the cruciatus curse, and I can help him if you'll just let me talk to him," Gohan said in a rush.
"I will tell him that you would speak to him, it he allows. And I will mention you have something for the pain."
"Oh thank you very much," Gohan bowed and sat back to wait, smiling happily to himself. Several minutes passed before the portrait opened.
"What do you want, Mr. Son?" Serverus snapped, still hurting and still annoyed.
"To apologize, sir. I didn't mean to make you mad--or hit you, which surely must have hurt--and I have something to help the pain." Gohan dropped his head and refused to look the man in the eye. "I mean, I didn't know about you, but it was still very wrong of me to tell you that you cannot glare and then give you a nasty one myself. That just is mean and--"
"Enough, boy. Come inside before you get caught and my reputation is destroyed." Serverus stepped away from the door, allowing the small demi Saiya-Jin to enter. The portrait swung shut behind them and Gohan looked about.
The rooms were nice enough, a decent sized sitting room, and three doors that Gohan supposed lead to a bed room, bath room, and a laboratory. The sitting room was decorated in dark forest greens, grays, and other such colours, giving the illusion that they were deep in the woods beneath a canopy of trees.
"I like your sitting room, sir," Gohan complimented, then handed him something. "This is a sensu bean. A friend of mine, Korrin, grows them, and it should fix all the aches that the curse got you."
Serverus sighed, cracking his back and looking skeptically at the bean. "I'm getting to old for this," He grumbled under his breath, not realizing that Gohan had extraordinary senses.
"No you aren't!" Gohan patted his hand. "You're just out of practice. Otousan wasn't any older than you. . . though he wasn't exactly human either. . . okay, Okassan isn't any older than you, and she's doing just fine."
"She's not going into a death trap every time she sets foot outside this castle, either," Serverus growled, annoyed that the boy had heard his soft confession, and was surprised when the child did not tease him for it.
Gohan tilted his head. "Eat the bean, Professor. You'll feel better. And I won't tell anyone that you're actually really nice. I mean, you do have an image to maintain."
"How gracious of you, boy," Serverus sneered. "Just like you won't tell anyone I'm actually human?"
"That's not fair, sir. Think of the secrets I've been keeping! I won't betray you! Who'd listen to me, anyway? Besides, I like you well enough. And not to mention the fact, why would I want to ruin you anyway? I hate old Moldy as much as you, and I don't want to blow your cover."
Serverus looked at the boy in shock, absently popping the bean into his mouth and crunching down on it. He could feel the hurts receding rapidly, then slowly stretched. "Thank you, Mr. Son. Now, I do believe you should be getting back to your common room, and looking properly cowed about seeing me?"
The boy offered a small smile, and bowed quickly. "Just tell me if you need another bean. Korrin's sending me a new batch soon, and while I shouldn't throw them around, you really can't afford to have your physical and mental capacities hurt. They need you. But--I do have one question."
"And that is?"
"What does the crusiatus curse feel like?"
Serverus looked at him, surprised. "It's a bit hard to describe, but it's like. . . your nerves are on fire, all your bones are breaking at the same moment, and. . . you can't just comprehend the pain it brings."
"Then let me feel it."
"No." Serverus frowned. "You are eleven. You can't have a high tolerance for pain."
"I do. But more than that, I need to know if I can counter it."
"I could get sent to Azkaban."
"Then I'll ask Dumbledore. But I need to know. I can counter Avada Kedevra. I need to know if I can counter this!"
Serverus glanced around. "Not here. Not now. Talk to the headmaster, then we'll deal with it."
"Yes, sir." Gohan bowed, and swept out the door. He was going to figure all this out.
Gohan did indeed talk to the headmaster, even convincing him that feeling the other two unforgivables cast on him was needed. He had to know if he could cast them off, and what they felt like. The headmaster was forced to agree with his reasoning, which the old man felt was the unfortunate part. And he had to begin training Harry too.
Remus and Sirius were recalled to the castle, and told to live in the shrieking shack. They would be the ones to train him, along with Serverus. A necessary evil, but not one that Albus had to like. Harry managed to convince the man that Hermione and Ron would be in the dangerous situations as well and also needed the training. What was worse, the three trainers agreed.
That was when Gohan arrived, and pointed out that he was joining them, whether or not the headmaster liked it. He was going to teach them martial arts, and they were going to teach him magic. "I'm in the line of fire as much as they are," Gohan pointed out. "More so right now because I have a dragon ball. And what's more, I have connections to the people that have the others and the means to find them."
Albus looked on in defeat. "He has a point," Serverus had to agree with Gohan. "I mean, he's not exactly a child, Albus, and he says he's fighting in this war. Better we prepare him than he get in the way."
"Why must you be right?" Albus asked later, talking only to the air, once everyone had left his office. "I wish I did not have to make these decisions, and that I didn't have to do this."
Fawkes only trilled in response, offering the aging man no comfort, because there was none to give.
A week after his conversation with the headmaster, Gohan was excitedly running to the common room. Videl was with him and she couldn't know that he and what everyone had long since dubbed the "Gryffindor Trio" were going to get extra training from some people that Dumbledore knew.
"Why are you so excited, Gohan?" Videl picked up on his exuberance despite the fact he had tried to hide it. Of course, Gohan was just like his father in that aspect, he never could keep a secret.
"I can't tell you, Videl. Long story. Don't ask, please?" Black met baby blue in a pleading gesture. "If I could tell you, I would, though."
Videl's eyebrows shot into her hairline and she frowned at the Demi Saiya-Jin. "Gohan, I really want to know! Why won't you tell me?"
"I told you, Videl, I CAN'T. I don't all of what's going on, yet. Don't ask, please? I don't want to get into a fight over something I can't help." Gohan pleaded.
"Fine," The girl sighed. "We never got together to train either. You promised to teach me some martial arts that my otousan didn't. And I want to know how you can be better than he is when you're younger, anyway."
"You're Otousan's good, Videl, but everyone I know is just better. Nothing personal, that's just how it goes." Gohan shrugged. "But I've got to go. We'll talk when I get back, okay?"
The girl pouted, but nodded all the same knowing that she wasn't going to get anymore straight answers out of the other child. Gohan grinned at her, making her heart melt, and raced off, catching up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione within the span of a few heartbeats. "I can't wait to see what we learn next!" Gohan eagerly rubbed his hands together, and floated up next to Ron.
"Gohan," Ron complained, pushing the boy to the ground so he'd walk. "You know I HATE it when you do that."
"Gomen. But I'm so excited! I have a question, though." Gohan tilted his head slightly. "If that Umbridge woman isn't letting anyone do the spells, what are they going to do if they get attacked? There's no way for them to practice the spells, and they aren't getting the extra training we are."
"We're going to start a club for that," Hermione whispered to him. "Umbridge doesn't get it, but we'll help the students in secret. Right under her nose."
"That's awesome, Hermione!" Gohan whooped, swooping around them in glee. "I can help too! I'm an expert martial artist, and I can show them some moves that will help in a duel if they ever lose their wands! And I know how to sword fight too, if you want that."
"Where did you learn sword fighting, kid?" Ron frowned.
"Bulma figured I should learn it, and it kept me occupied once on a really long trip." Gohan sat back in the air, then flew up much higher as they approached the forest. "Let's go. No one's watching."
The three older students broke into a quick run while Gohan sped up as he flew, expertly dodging trees. "We're here," Harry called at the clearing Dumbledore told them to stop at.
"Good!" A tall man with long black hair and bright crystal blue eyes stepped out, grinning. "Finally!"
"Sirius!" Harry threw himself into his godfather's arms as two other men stepped out of the dark woods.
"This is no time for reunions," Serverus spat as Remus looked on in amusement.
"Lighten up," Gohan told the dark man, "You never knew what tomorrow will bring, be it life or death, and the present is no time for regrets." The boy smiled at him, genially.
Serverus grumbled. "We're going to start with hand-to-hand combat, though from what I have seen, Gohan is more than proficient in that regard."
"Let's find out," The one Harry had called Sirius cracked his knuckles. "Come and get me!"
Gohan didn't bother to power up, he would show that off later, and attacked Sirius faster than the human eye could follow, taking him down in a flying tackle and catching him in a choke hold the man couldn't break out of. "I'd say Gohan wins," Remus told the other coolly, and Sirius made a face at him.
"Obviously. Now the other three, while I show Gohan the other two unforgivables. Then Remus can grill him for more information." Serverus drug Gohan away from the group, and sat the child down.
"The first unforgivable is the Imperious Curse," He told the boy. "It takes over your mind. You can throw it off with enough will--Potter can do it, but Weasley seems more susceptible to the curse." Gohan nodded and Serverus cast the curse on the child, who blinked at the dreamy feeling it invoked. The surprised blink made the feeling fade.
"What should I feel?" Gohan asked, looking surprised.
"A dreamy floating feel," Serverus replied, then looked over. "You aren't under it."
"I was until I blinked. Maybe it's because of my Saiya-Jin blood? We have some mind powers and it would make sense that it would be harder to control us."
"Perhaps," Serverus muttered. "I will have to try something else later to see if that matter is, indeed, true. Now, the second curse is the crusiatus curse. You saw me after it was cast, and if it is on a person long enough, it can drive them insane." Once again, the death-eater-turned-spy waved his wand and cast the curse on the boy, as Gohan had asked.
Gohan's muscles tightened and his back arched. His energy began to slowly power up around him, his feet lifting off the ground a centimetre at a time. At first, Serverus thought it was nothing, but after Gohan's hair flickered from black to gold several times he knew that something was happening that he had never before seen, though he had heard other students whisper of the golden haired child no one knew.
Gohan gasped and his eyes snapped open and looked at Serverus, oddly blank and dead in a frightening shade of teal. Gohan let loose a cry of pained rage and the curse. . . snapped. That was the only way the man could describe it. He could feel the pressure until the curse broke. "It works to turn your ki against you," Gohan panted, falling roughly to the ground. "It's really hard to counter, and probably best if you didn't. Do it again."
"What--"
"DO IT!" Gohan shouted. "I have to know--if--just do it."
"Crucio."
This time there was no flickering, no nothing. Gohan's eyes teared up, but other than that, the child did not waver. It took much less time for the curse to snap this time, than the one before. "It tries to turn your ki against you, and so the 'good' ki and 'bad' ki begin to fight. If you accept it, then it doesn't hurt nearly as much. It was harder to throw off when I fought it that when I accepted it as a part of me."
"Great," Serverus answered dryly. "Just what I always cared to know."
Gohan laughed slightly and shook his head. "It has promise," Was all he'd say on the subject past a comment that he would have to write Vegita, Bulma, Dende, and Piccolo.
Sirius and Remus were demonstrating several different fighting techniques to their charges before Snape took charge of them and they had to begin teaching Gohan much more advanced spells. Once they'd heard of Umbridge, they immediately began to plot ways to help the students in the castle out, and even Serverus was on their side, knowing what, exactly, the Dark Lord was capable of. The students needed the lessons, and had to be able to defend themselves.
"Switch!" Gohan exclaimed, bounding into their clearing. "Professor Snape says that he has to teach you how to handle pain and distractions."
The Gryffindor trio groaned but walked towards the Potions Master quickly, knowing better than to anger him. "What are we going to work on first?" Gohan plopped down next to Remus, in the air, and looked at him with bright black eyes.
"That is really rather disconcerting," Sirius pointed out. "We wanted to teach you how to handle a dementor, but we need Harry for that and he can't miss his lessons right now, so we'll have to do that later."
"Instead, you are going to learn how to disarm someone--without removing any body parts. This is a simply spell, and we need to teach you how to control your magic, as well."
"Is controlling magic like controlling ki?" Gohan wanted to know. "Because if it is, that makes it really easy."
"We would tell you, but I don't know anyone that can use ki," Sirius shrugged. "We can experiment a little. Most people cannot do extreme amounts of wandless magic, however, you and Harry may manage. Harry is very powerful, and your Ki may help you manipulate your power to the point you can focus it without a wand."
"Wait--so the wand is just the focus?" Gohan stared at them, thinking hard. "If that's the case, then it is much like ki! Only. . . Ki can be focuses with the hands and it takes more than that to do the same with magic. . ."
"We're going to use this lesson to see how you manipulate your ki and what magic you know so that we can build a course based off of that," Remus told him, stepping back. "Show us?"
Gohan shrugged, powering up to his highest level. The two wizards stared in shock. "This is Super Saiya-Jin, level two," Gohan told them, sighing. He gestured to his golden hair and teal eyes. "These show up no matter what Super Saiya-Jin form you take," He explained, the directed their attention to the odd blue "lightening bolts" that were crackling over his body. "This indicates a level two transformation."
"Okay," Remus was taking notes, though Gohan wasn't too sure on what.
The boy built a ki blast in one palm, explaining that using a blast like the one in his hand was how he had held off Voldemort and destroyed the killing curse. The he shot it and took out a few trees before throwing it upward and out of the solar system. "Not hard, not complex, and totally out of range for a large portion of the human race." Gohan smirked.
The other two had their jaws on the ground in awe. "Is that how you disarmed Avada Kedevra?" Remus managed to ask, eyes wide. "I mean, that blast?"
"Yes, but I wasn't a Super Saiya-Jin at the time. I was just in regular form. You know, black hair, black eyes, that sort of thing."
"I see." Remus was, once again taking notes. "Do you think we could learn to counter the killing curse? What made it work?"
"I think the killing curse affects the body's ki," Gohan frowned, rubbing the back of one hand as he thought, a gesture he'd made for year. "It kind of. . . tunnels it out of your body, and destroys it, at least, that's my theory. But when I blasted it, it gave it ki before it got to me, so it thought it hit something."
"That can't work," Sirius mused. "Because the curse stops when it hits things, anything. It won't go through walls, and it can go around things to follow someone either. I do think you're right about the ki part, but other than that, I'm not sure."
"I don't know much about this whole magic thing," Gohan reminded them. "I am a first year, after all. But Professor Lupin looks like he has an idea."
"I do, kid, thank you." Remus smiled at the boy and nodded. "Training is over for the night. we've been here for about three hours."
"Three hours?" The Golden Trio had arrived in time to hear the final statement, and it was Harry who had shouted. "Bloody hell, I'll never get my homework done at this rate!"
"What do you mean?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I've got this on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday mornings, I've got Quidditch on Tuesday and Saturday mornings, I've got this Defense Club Hermione Ron and I are starting on Thursdays, and then I've got occulmancy on Saturday nights!"
"Yeah, you're screwed," Sirius agreed. "I'd say skiv off, but Remmy here would kill me, so the next best idea? Learn to do it in your sleep."
"Bloody hell," Harry moaned, burying his head in his hands. "Can the year get any busier?"
"It's possible, I'm sure," Hermione replied. "I don't recommend that you tempt fate. She doesn't like it much."
"No comment," Harry grumbled, but raced for the castle. "I've got an hour before curfew," He shouted back. "I can get something done! Bye!"
They stared after him, then Gohan shook his head. "I've got work too. I'll see you next lesson." Then he, too, left.
"He's something else," Sirius commented.
"I'll say," Remus agreed, shaking his head. "Well, things to do, places to go! Bye!"
Sirius stared after his friend for a moment, then sighed. Something was up, and Remus wasn't telling. Which meant Remus was off to library. Which meant that's exactly where Sirius had to go. And Madame Pince HATED dogs. He sighed, and shook his head, transforming without a thought. One word summed everything up rather nicely, he thought.
Damn.
(A/N) Okay, so this is a bit of a filler chapter, we get them from time to time. And I know some of you are going to tell me that, "Dumbledore would never allow Gohan to be placed under the Cruciatus cruse!" Well, He agrees with Gohan, and he knows Gohan's right. And he'd rather Serverus do it that someone else that Gohan would ask. So, Dumbledore is really not out of character, and I knew what I was doing. Besides, the kid knowling destroyed and Avada Kedevra. I, personally, would think he'd be able to hanlde a little pain.
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Part Eight
Apologizing
Disclaimer: Erm. . . Haven't we been over this before? I thought we had, at any rate. Wrong initals, and if I really did own, I'd be like Ranma.
Jessie: Am I a mean author that never updates? Well. . . considering, I hope not!
Kait: I did not invent the word Lycanthropy. It is the actual "diagnosis" of Remmy's condition. He's a werewolf, and, therefore, a Lycanthrope.
Jonh, the visionary: Well, read and see! And I'm slowly reading your fic. It's good! For those of you that don't know, it's a LotR/Rurouni Kenshin fic, and I adore it. I jsut haven't had time to finish it. GO READ! coughshamelessplugcough
ChibiGyouza: Radditz will be a reoccouring character, but not until things heat up a little more.
Liaranne: I would love to read your story, if you send it to me, my e-mail is on my profile. Yes, I am still working on my DBZ/X-Men crossover. I will be updating that soon, but probably not in the next week because I will have no access to a computer. The chapter is, however, nearly finished.
THANK YOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!
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Gohan rushed towards the dungeons, hoping to find Professor Snape before he went to sleep. From what he had learned about the crusiatus curse, it was very painful, and the teacher would surely be one large ache in the morning. Of course, that was if Gohan didn't give him the other half of Harry's sensu bean, which the man was sure to need.
He made it to the dungeons in record time, racing around in Super Saiya-Jin form and hoping his speed was great enough that even if someone did manage to see him, there was no way they would be able to identify him. He stopped rather abruptly at the potions classroom, sniffing around for a strong trail, and following it slowly down the hallway, hoping to find the professor's bed chambers.
He managed and stopped at the portrait of a snake wrapped around a handsome wizard, tall with dark green robes, silver hair, and golden eyes. "Excuse me, sir?" Gohan tapped the painting's frame to get the portrait's attention.
"Hello, young one. How may I help you?" The portrait looked at him, the golden eyes seeming to see right through him.
"Is this Professor Snape's personal quarters? I need to talk to him." Gohan put a hand to the portrait's edge. "I did a bad thing, and I really want to apologize."
"Apologize? I have not yet seen a student that willingly apologizes to the one that lives here. I believe he is known as the 'greasy git'?"
Gohan shrugged. "He can be mean in the classroom, but he's not that bad. I mean, he hasn't tried to kill me yet, so he tops Vegita-san on the nice scale. But he glared at me and I told him he was doing it wrong, and I need to apologize, because he was only upset because he'd been under the cruciatus curse, and I can help him if you'll just let me talk to him," Gohan said in a rush.
"I will tell him that you would speak to him, it he allows. And I will mention you have something for the pain."
"Oh thank you very much," Gohan bowed and sat back to wait, smiling happily to himself. Several minutes passed before the portrait opened.
"What do you want, Mr. Son?" Serverus snapped, still hurting and still annoyed.
"To apologize, sir. I didn't mean to make you mad--or hit you, which surely must have hurt--and I have something to help the pain." Gohan dropped his head and refused to look the man in the eye. "I mean, I didn't know about you, but it was still very wrong of me to tell you that you cannot glare and then give you a nasty one myself. That just is mean and--"
"Enough, boy. Come inside before you get caught and my reputation is destroyed." Serverus stepped away from the door, allowing the small demi Saiya-Jin to enter. The portrait swung shut behind them and Gohan looked about.
The rooms were nice enough, a decent sized sitting room, and three doors that Gohan supposed lead to a bed room, bath room, and a laboratory. The sitting room was decorated in dark forest greens, grays, and other such colours, giving the illusion that they were deep in the woods beneath a canopy of trees.
"I like your sitting room, sir," Gohan complimented, then handed him something. "This is a sensu bean. A friend of mine, Korrin, grows them, and it should fix all the aches that the curse got you."
Serverus sighed, cracking his back and looking skeptically at the bean. "I'm getting to old for this," He grumbled under his breath, not realizing that Gohan had extraordinary senses.
"No you aren't!" Gohan patted his hand. "You're just out of practice. Otousan wasn't any older than you. . . though he wasn't exactly human either. . . okay, Okassan isn't any older than you, and she's doing just fine."
"She's not going into a death trap every time she sets foot outside this castle, either," Serverus growled, annoyed that the boy had heard his soft confession, and was surprised when the child did not tease him for it.
Gohan tilted his head. "Eat the bean, Professor. You'll feel better. And I won't tell anyone that you're actually really nice. I mean, you do have an image to maintain."
"How gracious of you, boy," Serverus sneered. "Just like you won't tell anyone I'm actually human?"
"That's not fair, sir. Think of the secrets I've been keeping! I won't betray you! Who'd listen to me, anyway? Besides, I like you well enough. And not to mention the fact, why would I want to ruin you anyway? I hate old Moldy as much as you, and I don't want to blow your cover."
Serverus looked at the boy in shock, absently popping the bean into his mouth and crunching down on it. He could feel the hurts receding rapidly, then slowly stretched. "Thank you, Mr. Son. Now, I do believe you should be getting back to your common room, and looking properly cowed about seeing me?"
The boy offered a small smile, and bowed quickly. "Just tell me if you need another bean. Korrin's sending me a new batch soon, and while I shouldn't throw them around, you really can't afford to have your physical and mental capacities hurt. They need you. But--I do have one question."
"And that is?"
"What does the crusiatus curse feel like?"
Serverus looked at him, surprised. "It's a bit hard to describe, but it's like. . . your nerves are on fire, all your bones are breaking at the same moment, and. . . you can't just comprehend the pain it brings."
"Then let me feel it."
"No." Serverus frowned. "You are eleven. You can't have a high tolerance for pain."
"I do. But more than that, I need to know if I can counter it."
"I could get sent to Azkaban."
"Then I'll ask Dumbledore. But I need to know. I can counter Avada Kedevra. I need to know if I can counter this!"
Serverus glanced around. "Not here. Not now. Talk to the headmaster, then we'll deal with it."
"Yes, sir." Gohan bowed, and swept out the door. He was going to figure all this out.
Gohan did indeed talk to the headmaster, even convincing him that feeling the other two unforgivables cast on him was needed. He had to know if he could cast them off, and what they felt like. The headmaster was forced to agree with his reasoning, which the old man felt was the unfortunate part. And he had to begin training Harry too.
Remus and Sirius were recalled to the castle, and told to live in the shrieking shack. They would be the ones to train him, along with Serverus. A necessary evil, but not one that Albus had to like. Harry managed to convince the man that Hermione and Ron would be in the dangerous situations as well and also needed the training. What was worse, the three trainers agreed.
That was when Gohan arrived, and pointed out that he was joining them, whether or not the headmaster liked it. He was going to teach them martial arts, and they were going to teach him magic. "I'm in the line of fire as much as they are," Gohan pointed out. "More so right now because I have a dragon ball. And what's more, I have connections to the people that have the others and the means to find them."
Albus looked on in defeat. "He has a point," Serverus had to agree with Gohan. "I mean, he's not exactly a child, Albus, and he says he's fighting in this war. Better we prepare him than he get in the way."
"Why must you be right?" Albus asked later, talking only to the air, once everyone had left his office. "I wish I did not have to make these decisions, and that I didn't have to do this."
Fawkes only trilled in response, offering the aging man no comfort, because there was none to give.
A week after his conversation with the headmaster, Gohan was excitedly running to the common room. Videl was with him and she couldn't know that he and what everyone had long since dubbed the "Gryffindor Trio" were going to get extra training from some people that Dumbledore knew.
"Why are you so excited, Gohan?" Videl picked up on his exuberance despite the fact he had tried to hide it. Of course, Gohan was just like his father in that aspect, he never could keep a secret.
"I can't tell you, Videl. Long story. Don't ask, please?" Black met baby blue in a pleading gesture. "If I could tell you, I would, though."
Videl's eyebrows shot into her hairline and she frowned at the Demi Saiya-Jin. "Gohan, I really want to know! Why won't you tell me?"
"I told you, Videl, I CAN'T. I don't all of what's going on, yet. Don't ask, please? I don't want to get into a fight over something I can't help." Gohan pleaded.
"Fine," The girl sighed. "We never got together to train either. You promised to teach me some martial arts that my otousan didn't. And I want to know how you can be better than he is when you're younger, anyway."
"You're Otousan's good, Videl, but everyone I know is just better. Nothing personal, that's just how it goes." Gohan shrugged. "But I've got to go. We'll talk when I get back, okay?"
The girl pouted, but nodded all the same knowing that she wasn't going to get anymore straight answers out of the other child. Gohan grinned at her, making her heart melt, and raced off, catching up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione within the span of a few heartbeats. "I can't wait to see what we learn next!" Gohan eagerly rubbed his hands together, and floated up next to Ron.
"Gohan," Ron complained, pushing the boy to the ground so he'd walk. "You know I HATE it when you do that."
"Gomen. But I'm so excited! I have a question, though." Gohan tilted his head slightly. "If that Umbridge woman isn't letting anyone do the spells, what are they going to do if they get attacked? There's no way for them to practice the spells, and they aren't getting the extra training we are."
"We're going to start a club for that," Hermione whispered to him. "Umbridge doesn't get it, but we'll help the students in secret. Right under her nose."
"That's awesome, Hermione!" Gohan whooped, swooping around them in glee. "I can help too! I'm an expert martial artist, and I can show them some moves that will help in a duel if they ever lose their wands! And I know how to sword fight too, if you want that."
"Where did you learn sword fighting, kid?" Ron frowned.
"Bulma figured I should learn it, and it kept me occupied once on a really long trip." Gohan sat back in the air, then flew up much higher as they approached the forest. "Let's go. No one's watching."
The three older students broke into a quick run while Gohan sped up as he flew, expertly dodging trees. "We're here," Harry called at the clearing Dumbledore told them to stop at.
"Good!" A tall man with long black hair and bright crystal blue eyes stepped out, grinning. "Finally!"
"Sirius!" Harry threw himself into his godfather's arms as two other men stepped out of the dark woods.
"This is no time for reunions," Serverus spat as Remus looked on in amusement.
"Lighten up," Gohan told the dark man, "You never knew what tomorrow will bring, be it life or death, and the present is no time for regrets." The boy smiled at him, genially.
Serverus grumbled. "We're going to start with hand-to-hand combat, though from what I have seen, Gohan is more than proficient in that regard."
"Let's find out," The one Harry had called Sirius cracked his knuckles. "Come and get me!"
Gohan didn't bother to power up, he would show that off later, and attacked Sirius faster than the human eye could follow, taking him down in a flying tackle and catching him in a choke hold the man couldn't break out of. "I'd say Gohan wins," Remus told the other coolly, and Sirius made a face at him.
"Obviously. Now the other three, while I show Gohan the other two unforgivables. Then Remus can grill him for more information." Serverus drug Gohan away from the group, and sat the child down.
"The first unforgivable is the Imperious Curse," He told the boy. "It takes over your mind. You can throw it off with enough will--Potter can do it, but Weasley seems more susceptible to the curse." Gohan nodded and Serverus cast the curse on the child, who blinked at the dreamy feeling it invoked. The surprised blink made the feeling fade.
"What should I feel?" Gohan asked, looking surprised.
"A dreamy floating feel," Serverus replied, then looked over. "You aren't under it."
"I was until I blinked. Maybe it's because of my Saiya-Jin blood? We have some mind powers and it would make sense that it would be harder to control us."
"Perhaps," Serverus muttered. "I will have to try something else later to see if that matter is, indeed, true. Now, the second curse is the crusiatus curse. You saw me after it was cast, and if it is on a person long enough, it can drive them insane." Once again, the death-eater-turned-spy waved his wand and cast the curse on the boy, as Gohan had asked.
Gohan's muscles tightened and his back arched. His energy began to slowly power up around him, his feet lifting off the ground a centimetre at a time. At first, Serverus thought it was nothing, but after Gohan's hair flickered from black to gold several times he knew that something was happening that he had never before seen, though he had heard other students whisper of the golden haired child no one knew.
Gohan gasped and his eyes snapped open and looked at Serverus, oddly blank and dead in a frightening shade of teal. Gohan let loose a cry of pained rage and the curse. . . snapped. That was the only way the man could describe it. He could feel the pressure until the curse broke. "It works to turn your ki against you," Gohan panted, falling roughly to the ground. "It's really hard to counter, and probably best if you didn't. Do it again."
"What--"
"DO IT!" Gohan shouted. "I have to know--if--just do it."
"Crucio."
This time there was no flickering, no nothing. Gohan's eyes teared up, but other than that, the child did not waver. It took much less time for the curse to snap this time, than the one before. "It tries to turn your ki against you, and so the 'good' ki and 'bad' ki begin to fight. If you accept it, then it doesn't hurt nearly as much. It was harder to throw off when I fought it that when I accepted it as a part of me."
"Great," Serverus answered dryly. "Just what I always cared to know."
Gohan laughed slightly and shook his head. "It has promise," Was all he'd say on the subject past a comment that he would have to write Vegita, Bulma, Dende, and Piccolo.
Sirius and Remus were demonstrating several different fighting techniques to their charges before Snape took charge of them and they had to begin teaching Gohan much more advanced spells. Once they'd heard of Umbridge, they immediately began to plot ways to help the students in the castle out, and even Serverus was on their side, knowing what, exactly, the Dark Lord was capable of. The students needed the lessons, and had to be able to defend themselves.
"Switch!" Gohan exclaimed, bounding into their clearing. "Professor Snape says that he has to teach you how to handle pain and distractions."
The Gryffindor trio groaned but walked towards the Potions Master quickly, knowing better than to anger him. "What are we going to work on first?" Gohan plopped down next to Remus, in the air, and looked at him with bright black eyes.
"That is really rather disconcerting," Sirius pointed out. "We wanted to teach you how to handle a dementor, but we need Harry for that and he can't miss his lessons right now, so we'll have to do that later."
"Instead, you are going to learn how to disarm someone--without removing any body parts. This is a simply spell, and we need to teach you how to control your magic, as well."
"Is controlling magic like controlling ki?" Gohan wanted to know. "Because if it is, that makes it really easy."
"We would tell you, but I don't know anyone that can use ki," Sirius shrugged. "We can experiment a little. Most people cannot do extreme amounts of wandless magic, however, you and Harry may manage. Harry is very powerful, and your Ki may help you manipulate your power to the point you can focus it without a wand."
"Wait--so the wand is just the focus?" Gohan stared at them, thinking hard. "If that's the case, then it is much like ki! Only. . . Ki can be focuses with the hands and it takes more than that to do the same with magic. . ."
"We're going to use this lesson to see how you manipulate your ki and what magic you know so that we can build a course based off of that," Remus told him, stepping back. "Show us?"
Gohan shrugged, powering up to his highest level. The two wizards stared in shock. "This is Super Saiya-Jin, level two," Gohan told them, sighing. He gestured to his golden hair and teal eyes. "These show up no matter what Super Saiya-Jin form you take," He explained, the directed their attention to the odd blue "lightening bolts" that were crackling over his body. "This indicates a level two transformation."
"Okay," Remus was taking notes, though Gohan wasn't too sure on what.
The boy built a ki blast in one palm, explaining that using a blast like the one in his hand was how he had held off Voldemort and destroyed the killing curse. The he shot it and took out a few trees before throwing it upward and out of the solar system. "Not hard, not complex, and totally out of range for a large portion of the human race." Gohan smirked.
The other two had their jaws on the ground in awe. "Is that how you disarmed Avada Kedevra?" Remus managed to ask, eyes wide. "I mean, that blast?"
"Yes, but I wasn't a Super Saiya-Jin at the time. I was just in regular form. You know, black hair, black eyes, that sort of thing."
"I see." Remus was, once again taking notes. "Do you think we could learn to counter the killing curse? What made it work?"
"I think the killing curse affects the body's ki," Gohan frowned, rubbing the back of one hand as he thought, a gesture he'd made for year. "It kind of. . . tunnels it out of your body, and destroys it, at least, that's my theory. But when I blasted it, it gave it ki before it got to me, so it thought it hit something."
"That can't work," Sirius mused. "Because the curse stops when it hits things, anything. It won't go through walls, and it can go around things to follow someone either. I do think you're right about the ki part, but other than that, I'm not sure."
"I don't know much about this whole magic thing," Gohan reminded them. "I am a first year, after all. But Professor Lupin looks like he has an idea."
"I do, kid, thank you." Remus smiled at the boy and nodded. "Training is over for the night. we've been here for about three hours."
"Three hours?" The Golden Trio had arrived in time to hear the final statement, and it was Harry who had shouted. "Bloody hell, I'll never get my homework done at this rate!"
"What do you mean?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I've got this on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday mornings, I've got Quidditch on Tuesday and Saturday mornings, I've got this Defense Club Hermione Ron and I are starting on Thursdays, and then I've got occulmancy on Saturday nights!"
"Yeah, you're screwed," Sirius agreed. "I'd say skiv off, but Remmy here would kill me, so the next best idea? Learn to do it in your sleep."
"Bloody hell," Harry moaned, burying his head in his hands. "Can the year get any busier?"
"It's possible, I'm sure," Hermione replied. "I don't recommend that you tempt fate. She doesn't like it much."
"No comment," Harry grumbled, but raced for the castle. "I've got an hour before curfew," He shouted back. "I can get something done! Bye!"
They stared after him, then Gohan shook his head. "I've got work too. I'll see you next lesson." Then he, too, left.
"He's something else," Sirius commented.
"I'll say," Remus agreed, shaking his head. "Well, things to do, places to go! Bye!"
Sirius stared after his friend for a moment, then sighed. Something was up, and Remus wasn't telling. Which meant Remus was off to library. Which meant that's exactly where Sirius had to go. And Madame Pince HATED dogs. He sighed, and shook his head, transforming without a thought. One word summed everything up rather nicely, he thought.
Damn.
(A/N) Okay, so this is a bit of a filler chapter, we get them from time to time. And I know some of you are going to tell me that, "Dumbledore would never allow Gohan to be placed under the Cruciatus cruse!" Well, He agrees with Gohan, and he knows Gohan's right. And he'd rather Serverus do it that someone else that Gohan would ask. So, Dumbledore is really not out of character, and I knew what I was doing. Besides, the kid knowling destroyed and Avada Kedevra. I, personally, would think he'd be able to hanlde a little pain.
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