Harry Potter and
the Saiya-Jins Power
Part Nine
Dementor's Dreams
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"So let me get this straight," Videl pouted. "You're going to a meeting I can't come too?"
"No, this is one you CAN," Gohan grinned. "This is the you-know-what that Harry's starting because Umbridge is an old cow."
"Gohan," Videl scolded, "That was rude! True, but rude."
Gohan shrugged and smiled at his best friend. "It's really neat though, isn't it. This club?" His rather untactful change of subject had Videl rolling her eyes, but she allowed it because she knew that Gohan couldn't use tact to save his life. Something that he said he'd gotten from his father. She smiled, and packed away her homework.
"So what's the when and where?" She asked in Japanese, as they were both wont to do when they were talking only to one another, or when homesickness for their own country and customs got strong.
"It's in the Room of Requirement. Hermione said that she and Ginny would help us, because it's got to be a secret. They met in the Hogshead last Hogmead weekend, but I couldn't go, they wouldn't let me in, so they told me about it. But Hermione told me all about it, and she said that we could go. There's going to be a lot of Gryffindors there. And others."
"That's interesting. I think I'll go. Where should I meet Ginny?"
"In the common room at half past seven tomorrow." Gohan smiled, than waved at his friend. "I've got to talk to Professor Snape, so I'll see you later."
"Okay Gohan," Videl waved him off, grumbling that she never saw him anymore. Which was true. With all his training, Gohan almost never saw anyone besides Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Which would have been okay, except he liked Videl and Ginny and would have like to actually speak to the two of them past greetings in the hallway. Well, he would see her at the meeting and could talk to her while they worked, if nothing else.
He waved to her and rushed away, sensu beans in hand, and eyes glittering with happiness. He had an idea for a potion and he wanted Serverus's thoughts on the matter. Unfortunatly, he ran into someone else on his way there.
"Mudblood," The Slytherin Ice Prince sneered.
"Hello, Malfoy." Gohan bowed slightly. He had been rude to the blond for their last encounters, which he couldn't say he felt bad about, but he wondered what the blond would think of this complete turn around. He smiled. "How have you been?"
Draco stared at him. "I've been just fine," He managed, trying to mask his surprise.
"That's good." Gohan smiled. "I think that perhaps I've been rude, and my mother would have been after me with a frying pan had I acted like that at home. I'm sorry about that."
Draco blinked. "That's. . . okay. . ." His features morphed into a suspicous look. "What are you trying to find out?"
Gohan tilted his head. "I'm supposed to find out something?" He blinked and shook his head. "Why do you think the worst of everyone? Me, Harry, the Weasleys', half the school? Do you think they're all out to get you, or what?"
"Of course not. I don't think anything like that," Draco frowned. "Why the interrogation? You can't find someone else to bother?"
"I could, but I didn't know I was bothering you. I just wondered, anyway. It couldn't hurt to answer, right?" Gohan smiled up at the taller teen with the Son Grin and Draco found himself taken in by the child's innocence.
"I don't like them. Potter thought I wasn't worthy of being his friend the first time I met him, chose a Weasley over me, and then he became friends with a mudblood. It was insulting!"
"You mean you were embarresed," Gohan said softly, touching the older boy's hand. "It's not like no one else has been turned down to be friends before. Look into Harry's past, and Ron's, and even Hermione's. You might be surprised at what you find, and what you need to learn about them and yourself."
Draco jerked away. "Don't tell me what to do, Mudblood. What do you know?"
"He may know a lot, Mr. Malfoy," Remus Lupin said in passing.
"Werewolf!" Draco snapped. "What are you doing here?"
"I had some research to do in the library, and the headmaster said that Snape should have my potion. But, as I said, he might have a point. What do you know of muggles, anyway? Not much, if anything, like most of our race. But look up 1945 in muggle history, Mr. Malfoy. You may find it. . . interesting."
Draco glared at him. "What do I care what the muggles did? They couldn't hurt me."
"Unless they used the nuclear bomb," Gohan said softly. "You may want to look it up, Draco. You might be surprised." The boy then turned to Remus and smiled. "May I go with you? I have a question on my homework."
"All right. Come on then," Remus smiled gently, and began to walk away.
"Think about it, Draco," Gohan called, then both were gone.
"Needed saving?" Remus asked, and chuckled slightly. "What was your question?"
"I had a question for Professor Snape about the homework he assigned. We have a plant near home that might be useful in the potion because it's healing properties are very strong. And, besides that, I have something I need to have some tests run on."
"I see. I'll take you there, then. I need to speak to Serverus as well."
"Okay," Gohan bounced along side the thin werewolf. Moments later, they arrived, and Remus sighed.
"Serverus?" Remus knocked at the door.
"I'm coming you st--" He opened the door and stopped. "Gohan?"
"Sorry, sir. I'll wait until Lupin-san is finished. I'm not causing any trouble, am I? I just had a few questions."
"We will be done shortly," Serverus agreed, eyeing the boy warily. Gohan smiled and nodded, then made himself comfortable in the classroom until Serverus was done talking to Remus. Remus left holding a smoking goblet, and his face held a slight grimace. Gohan tilted his head, then made his own face at the scent he picked up from the goblet.
"Should you be drinking that?"
"It's Wolfsbane," Remus replied, making a face. "It helps control my transformations, and lets me keep my mind." Then the werewolf shrugged and left, casting a wave to Gohan over his shoulder.
"And you wanted something?" Serverus sneered.
"Un! See, we have this plant around my home that helps with the healing of small wounds. I don't know how it will react to the rest of the potion, but it might be able to take the level of potency up. . . here, I brought you a sample. Okassan gave me enough of the stuff!" Gohan handed over the small bag. "And I brought you two sensu beans to expirement with. Don't waste them, I can't give you more until they new batch comes in because we didn't want to have to stretch them too far. And Harry thought it may actually be able to cure Lycanthropy."
Serverus took them bean, then frowned. "I will look into it. Remus told me you had a talk with Draco?"
"He's nice too," Gohan smiled, tipping his head slightly. "He really is! No one gives him a chance, is all."
"Right," Serverus sighed, then shook his head. "I'll look into the potions. As for you, Gohan, you need to go back to your dorm. Curfew will be soon."
"Okay," Gohan bowed slightly. "Thank you for looking into it. And I will befriend Draco. I know he needs friends."
Serverus shook his head, and opened the door to his office. "Go."
"Oyasumi nasai." Gohan bowed, then was gone. Serverus stared after him, shaking his head. Gohan was a special boy, that was no mistake. The was that he could switch from sweet to deadly, young to old, all these were signs of a warrior. What Serverus didn't understand was how he could be so innocent and so neive. It just didn't make any sense.
Gohan skipped along the hall way, happy he had spoken to the somewhat snarky potions master. He was in a good mood, odd since he had faced the Defense Professor earlier that day for class. His nose wrinkled at the thought as he hurtled down the hall. Remus might get a new chance at life, he didn't have to worry about the Dragon Balls, at current, and Harry said that Voldemort was confused as to what to do with the balls anyway.
All he really had left to discover was a way to bring the dead Saiya-Jins to the physical plane of Earth so they could help with the growing Dementor problem. There was enough Dementors massing at the gates to earth that they needed constantly watched, and some were slipping into the dreams of both the students at the school and other witches and wizards. Gohan sighed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He wasn't sure what the rules for spirits were, especially the Lords of Hell. Or the King of Hell, for that matter. He would have to write Dende again, and hopefully get some answers. And maybe a way to get letters to the guardian of earth that didn't take a month. Sure he could pray to the small Namek-Jin, but Dende couldn't answer his questions, and it still took forever to get the answer anyway.
"Hey, Videl!" Gohan waved to the girl and slowed to a halt beside her. "Where are you headed? Professor Snape said that Cerfew was soon."
"I know, but I needed a break from homework," Videl wrinkled her nose. "It was making my head spin. And Ron and Hermione were fighting again."
"As long as they don't kill one another," Gohan shrugged. "I talked to Malfoy too. He seems nicer than people give him credit for. In truth, I don't think he's evil, I think he was embarressed. I mean, towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And maybe me too. I did threaten to beat him up when we first met."
Videl shrugged. "That's the way life goes, I think. How's your training coming?"
"Horrible. I need Vegita here, really, because this lot can't offer the work-out I need to stay completely fit. I'm going to get fat soon!" Gohan gripped. "I mean, I can already STOP the unforgivables, sort of, and--"
"Isn't that supposed to be impossible?" Despite being unable to help in pratice, both Videl and Ginny were major assessts when it came to research. "Except for the Imperious, I mean."
"I've done it. Harry's stopped the killing curse a couple of times, but mostly by dodging it, and once thanks to his mother. Not only that, it all works on your ki. I'm not sure how yet, but if we could find the texts that tell us how they first used and what the thoughts behind them were, then it would certianly help."
"Yeah, except there are no records of them. I've look a million times, Ginny has looked a million times, HERMIONE looked two million times, and if she can't find it, then it's not there. Let's just face it. We can't find what doesn't exist." Videl crossed her arms. "And I can't wait until next year."
"Huh?" Gohan offered her a blank looked.
"The headmaster said that Ginny and I will be able to join your little club next year," Videl explained. "And I'm excited. But, anyway, I want to know more about this Defnse stuff Harry's got going."
At the mention of the defense club, Gohan switched to their native tongue and tried to explain it. "He's going to show us how to put theory into prtical application." The Gohan smacked his forehead. "I sound stupid. I don't know anything more than that. We'll just head to the room of Requirment at the proper time, okay? And if you want to know more, go bother Harry. It's his club."
Videl made a face at him, then punched his arm and took off down the hall. They would meet ever few feet and exchange blows, though they were playful with no real heat behind them, and laugh and go on a little further, headed towards their common room. They collapsed in front of the fat lady when they arrived, panting with laughter, and barely managed the password. She smiled at the two first years and swung open, allowing them to stumble inside. "Where have you been?" Hermione asked anxiously. "It's not really safe to be out after dark!"
"Videl took a walk and I needed to speak to Professor Snape," Gohan offered. "And stop looking at me like that, Hermione. You know I can take care of myself, and Snape-sensei is very nice. You're being silly. I ran into both Lupin-sensei and Malfoy too."
"I hope you don't run into him again," Ron grumbled. "He'd try to hex you as soon as look at you."
"I was nice, and he reacted in kind. He's not all evil under there, Ron," Gohan replied. "Not everything is black and white, no matter how much easier it would make things."
"I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it," The fifteen year old yawned. "And now I'm headed to bed. There's more than enough left to do in the morning."
The four nodded to one another--Harry and Ginny had left sometime ago in favour of sleep--and stumbled to their sleeping quarters. Gohan glanced around at the first years that shared his dorm. He almost never spoke to them, which wasn't entirly his fault, but they seemed to. . . childish. Gohan hadn't really been a child since he was six, and the other eleven year olds just didn't understand that. They didn't outcast or exclude him, but they were close to him either.
"Good night, Matthew," Gohan murmured to the only one away, who was sitting on his bed and reading a book. The other boy nodded absently and waved in reply, and Gohan sighed and settled down to sleep. Ron had been right. There would still be plenty to do in the morning.
Gohan found himself in the dream plane again that night, and looked around at the washed out colors, then imagined them bright and vivid. "You never tire of that, do you, nephew?"
"Hello Ojisan," Gohan greeted, turnign to smile at Radditsu. "How is everything?"
"Bad," Radditsu sighed. "We're split into too many groups, and he still keeps calling. Granted he can only call one a week, but unless we find what we need. . . then he shall be impossible to defeat."
"What are they anyway? Dementors, I mean."
"Well, as I've told you, they're demons. Second level. That's pretty powerful. Just under the Lords of Hell. The Dementors were the murders, traitors, and mutineers that had their souls locked to their corpses, They decayed and decomposed, which is why they look and smell so awful. Raising these demons boarders on nemorcracy, but no one really knows much about how they are being called. That's the problem. We though we had destroyed the only way to call more Dementors with the Book of the Dead, but it seems not."
"Book of the Dead? Like. . . Egyptian?"
"No. Like. . . Hell Plane. Someone wrote a book on how to call the spirits and stuff once they were wished back years ago. The previous Lords of Hell destroyed it, or so they said, and when we did a search, we never found it. So we don't know where he got the information."
"Folklore?" Gohan asked, thinking aloud. "Or maybe what's really on those tombs in Egypt isn't so stupid after all. Maybe there was a second on hidden somewhere."
"Those are all possible, but not likely. We checked the tombs, but they had nothing on the arts of resurrection, and all the other templed that claimed connections with the dead were bust too. And we can't sense a second book, so if there is one, it's not otherworldly and. . . shit." Radditsu banged his head onto the wall that suddenly appeared in the middle of the dreamscape. "It wouldn't be otherworldly. He wouldn't have infused the. . . shit shit SHIT."
"Ojisan?"
"The other book was other wordly because he infused it with magic so that anyone could bring back the dead. In order to use the OTHER book, the one that must be around now, you'd have to be a wizard or witch steeped in the dark arts. And that's exactly what fat head moldy is. A wizard steeped in darks arts. Shit. I've got to warn the King of Hell now, and he's NOT going to like this shit."
"Who's the king of Hell? Vegita's dad?"
"Hell no. He's the high lord of the guardians of Hell, that's us, and they call us the Lords of hell. No, the King of Hell is the same guy that's been regining since it's creation. His name is Lucifer. He's not such a bad guy, just has this odd fetish for pain. Now, I'll meet you again tomorrow. I want you to work on getting more powerful in your magic. So, pratice, pratice, pratice. Good-bye, nephew."
"Bai, ojisan. I'll see you tomorrow." Radditsu patted Gohan on the head and rushed back to Hell to inform the King Of Hell what was going on, and Gohan sighed. Things just got much, much worse.
The pat from Radditsu woke Gohan's physical body and he rushed to get into a set of robes and go speak to Dumbledore. If what Radditsu said was true, then someone was going to have to get the book back from Voldemort, and that someone was going to be in grave danger. What was worse, Gohan wasn't entirely sure that Dumbledore would believe him. The onld man hadn't seemed convinced when Gohan had mentioned the long-dead Saiya-Jin before, and Gohan wasn't too sure the man would start now. Still, then demi Saiya-Jin knew that he had to try.
"Sugar Quills!" The boy shrieked, racing up the stairs, flying rather than walking. "Professor! I have important news!"
Albus Dumbledore opened the door looking as though he hadn't slept. A quick test of his ki signature showed that such a thing was not the case, so Gohan suppsed he'd used a spell to tidy himself up. Ojisan Radditsu just contacted me!" Gohan cried. "He's discovered how Voldemort is calling the Dementors!"
"No one can call Dementors, Gohan, it just isn't done," Dumbledore sighed. "Why don't you go back to bed?"
"Not until you hear what I have to say," Gohan snarled. "You didn't listen to me when I mentioned the unforgivables worked on ki, you didn't listen to me when I told you I knew exactly where the Dragonballs were, you didn't listen to me when I warned you that Harry needed to know what was going on, you didn't listen to me when Radditsu visited the first time, you didn't listen to me when I told you that the focus was my Otousan, you didn't listen to be when I warned you not to let Professor Snape out to the meeting three months ago, and you didn't listen to me when I told you I knew Dende. Well I have had it! You're GOING TO LISTEN TO THIS!"
Power crackled around the small boy's frame, lifting papers from Dumbledore's desk and sending them whirling around the office in the wind that suddenly sprang up. Fawkes trilled in fright as the power continued to grow, and Dumbledore took a step back. He had heard of the power of the Saiya-Jins, but no one had ever seen it first hand, not in over a hundred years. "Radditsu-Ojisan told me that the Dementors were demons from the ninth circle of Hell. They look so bad because they are decaying corpses. He told me that the reason Voldemort is calling them is because Voldemort has a Book of the Dead that isn't steeped in magic so only a dark wizard can use it rather than anyone that comes acrossed it. Now, we have to get the book so that the guardians of Hell can close the portal and prevent any more of the demons from getting through."
The headmaster blinked at the first year, staring at the boy in awe. "I have never, in my life, had one as young as you demand things of me."
"I am a warrior, Dumbledore," Gohan told him calmly. "Not a child. I may look young, but I'm not. I can't be. Not anymore. Not for a long time."
Albus bit his lip, then nodded. "I will see what I can do."
"Good." Gohan replied, then turned and swept out the door, energy creating a sweeping motion in his clothing. Dumbledore shuddered. Gohan was powerful, possibly as powerful as any wizard, and he had not been using magic. If the boy ever went dark, there would be no hope for this planet. Not even in the form of a saviour.
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the long wait. I work on chapters whenever I can, really, but with time lacking as much as it is, I find it hard to actually just sit and write. Not having something to do is a novelty in college, I assure you all, and when I don't I like to sit and veg or sleep, two things that take what little time I possess, but often need to do since learning all that stuff for class makes my brain hurt. I will not promise to get chapters out faster during the school year, only that I do work on them and will continue to do so. Also, PLEASE check out my bio. I ahve several further announcements that you may want to look into. Beyand that, I love you all and give you hugs and the few s'mores I have (very few people flame me. I jsut can't figure out why. maybe it's the name? Lol.) And PLEASE review. It makes me spending what little time I have on these things worth it, knowing you enjoy them so much.
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