DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story besides the great and super and/ or uber powerful Dnomyar! So… do you thinks he's great? Well, do you? You don't? Well fine then! Happy Fourth of July!

LONDON, ENGLAND- Outside of a Mall, June 16th 12:53 A.M.

Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonagall had just left the Order of the Twin Lamp's headquarters and were stealthily traversing the dark, shadowy streets of London, searching for any signs of Potter, Granger, or Weasley.

"So… do any of you know where he might of gone?", asked Nymphadora as they snuck through a sleeping camp of the White-Hand Orcs. Alastor Moody turned to her and glared. "What?", she asked.

"Shut up….", growled Mad-Eye Moody, "Do you want to get us caught?" He thumped quickly on, not wanting her to answer back.

So the group of four moved quickly and quietly left the camp. As you know as these are adults, and a group of strict people, not counting Nymphadora of course, they have to have a fight. And fight they will, as soon as….

CRACK!

That. As you read the loud 'crack' sound woke the White-Hand Orcs, and a very terrible fight took place. But you don't want to read that, do you? Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you though.

As soon as Nymphadora stepped on the trap made of small twigs, causing the loud noise and waking the Orcs from their sleep.

"What was that?", called out an Orc stupidly. "I can't see nothing… who's out there?"

"Stupefy!", cried Mad-Eye Moody. Pointing his wand at the grayish creature. The Orc fell back, stunned from Moody's spell.

"Attack!", called a huge Orc, pointing at the four wizards in their midst. At once the other Orcs stood and drew their rusty swords.

"Shit!", cried out Tonks as she dodged two Orcs at once. She cast stunning spells at them, causing them to be stunned. Three more Orcs moved forward to attack her. She hopped to one side to avoid a blade of one. She quickly shot stunners at the other two, while dodging the other one's blade. "Stupefy!", she cried stunning the last one.

She panted, slightly worn out. She frowned and concentrated on her legs, forming them to be much more muscular. She also expanded her chest, to allow for larger lungs. She was no longer panting and she started to bring down Orcs left and right.

Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall, were back to back, Snape casting moderately dark spells and McGonagall transfiguring the Orcs into rocks. They had to separate though when Tonks jumped towards them, striking an Orc that had jumped from the building top just above them.

"Thanks.", gasped McGonagall in shock. Tonks grinned and threw some more hexes at the Orcs that had gathered around Moody.

"Minerva, drink this.", commanded Severus, as he handed McGonagall a small vial of 'Pepper-Up Potion'. Minerva took and drank the potion, then handed it back to Snape.

Moody was surrounded by Orcs, but thanks to Tonks, half were stunned, and the other half were lying on the ground. Suddenly, a man walked forward.

"I am Saruman of many colors. Why have you destroyed the main camp?", questioned the wizard, whose robe glittered.

"They attacked us.", sneered a disdainful Snape. He brushed his robes off and stood up straighter.

"I am sure that my troops are quite sorry. However, that still does not explain what you were doing in my camp in the first place.", replied the wizard.

"Our mission is none of your concern.", growled Moody, limping towards the glittering man who had called himself Saruman of Many Colors.

"Ah… but it is," disagreed Saruman, "for you see, this is my territory. So it is my concern."

"STUPEFY!", cried out Tonks, who had snuck around behind him. Saruman fell to the ground, not even suspecting that. Tonks suddenly jumped for joy, losing her current form and slipping into her normal body.

"Good job lassie, now Minerva, if you'd transfigure the man, we'll continue on our way.", grunted Moody as he kicked Saruman.

McGonagall did so and soon the group was on their way, but not before McGonagall transfigured the remaining Orcs into inanimate objects.

SURREY, ENGLAND- Floating Castle, June 16th 6:54 A.M.

Harry opened his eyes and blearily looked around. He saw Pan laying next to him on the bed. He sat up in shock. What had happened, he wondered as he looked at her sleeping form. He let out a gasp of relief when he realized that he wasn't naked. He got up though, shaken from his slight scare.

He looked around the room and realized that he wasn't at Capsule Corporation anymore. He saw the dark curtains hanging over a barred window. He walked around the room looking for a door, he was surprised not to find one.

"Pan… Pan? Pan! Pan! Wake up!", Harry told Pan as he lightly shook her awake.

Pan opened her eyes and looked up at Harry for a second, then- "Aaah! What're you doing in my room?", she screamed in shock as she covered herself. Reality sunk in, and she realized that not only was she wearing normal clothes, but she also wasn't in her room. "Harry? Where are we?", she asked looking at him.

"I don't know.", replied Harry seriously. "I think it's some sort of dungeon as I can't seem to find the door."

By now Pan was up and studying the room carefully, much as Harry had just done. "Well, I don't like it here, let's leave.", replied Pan.

Harry rolled his eyes and replied, "Yeah? How will we leave? There is no door."

"Harry, you're an idiot, I'll just blast my way out.", replied a smug Pan.

"Oh? And I'm an idiot because I am unable to shoot ki blasts?", asked Harry, looking at Pan in confusion.

"No, you're an idiot because you're a boy.", replied Pan grinning, as she started blasting the walls. When the wall was gone both Harry and Pan gasped at the height they were at.

"Right, well, since I can't fly good, I guess you go and find Trunks, so he can help me.", replied Harry nervously.

"No need to, I can carry you.", replied Pan smirking at Harry. "Awww! Harry, you're blushing!"

"N-no, its just a bit chilly is all.", mumbled Harry. Pan grabbed him around the waist and took off.

Pan flew fast, trying to ascertain where they were at. She looked around at the ground and realized that she was lost. "Uh… Harry, since this is your world, could you tell me where we are?"

Harry nodded and replied, "I think… that we are just over… no way…. We're in England!"

"England? Where you are from?", asked Pan.

"Yes, the exact… uh, country!", replied Harry happily. He suddenly pushed away from Pan and dived down through the sky towards the ground.

"Harry! What are you doing? You can't fly yet!", screeched Pan as she watched Harry falling through the sky. If she had expected Harry to reply then she was sorely disappointed as Harry started to curve through the sky- flying! "What the-? Oh! His Saiyan genes must be affecting him!", she gasped. Then she smiled and flew down to fly alongside of him.

"I'm flying Pan! I'm really flying!", screamed Harry as he flew unaided in the morning sky. Pan and Harry flew the rest of the morning away….

ENGLAND- Countryside, June 16th 8:08 A.M.

The Dragon Lord had been watching the two strange birds that had been flying for quite a long time before he began to walk again. The Dragon Lord had finally learned how to change his form, he simply had to will it, of course, he stayed in his golem form so that he would be able to exact revenge much easier.

He began meandering on, searching the dark, decaying, countryside of England for any oddities, unfortunately, he had already found several. Strange red kappa's had attacked him, and weird humanoids were slowly following him, admiring his odd golem body.

"That's it! Why in the name of Merlin are you following me?", ground out the Dragon Lord.

"We are formerly the druids of Okina, and we follow you because you are like the trees, with your green color.", replied the group, indicating his mossy green armor..

"And I am Azusa, I traveled with them because I chose to. If my presence bothers you then I am sorry, but I will not leave.", replied a dark-haired lady wearing golden robes.

"No… no you do not bother me, I just wanted to know why you all were following me.", replied the Dragon Lord, and then he started off again. Azusa and the druids followed after the mighty golem.

The Dragon Lord continued and walked on, then he saw a large group of creatures rushing towards him. He saw that they were carrying a human with them. The Dragon Lord narrowed his eyes. "They interfere with my work. They will die."

The Dragon Lord rushed towards the strange zombie-like creatures. He began punching with his huge golem arms. He felt an odd magic flow through him. He watches as he grows to be twice his current size. The Dragon Lord grins and began to thrash to creatures.

He nimbly takes the sleeping human and began to crush the remaining creatures. The creatures started to fight back though, a particularly large creature rose on its hind legs and struck the Dragon Lord's arm, instantly the Dragon Lord began shrinking, a second later the Dragon Lord grew again.

The Dragon Lord started screaming, causing the decaying land to sprout into a small forest. The Dragon Lord struck the creature, and it died, screeching like it was from hell. The Dragon Lord saw the druids finish killing the smaller creatures.

"Take the girl, we shall teach her. And… druids… I would like you to teach me as well.", replied the Dragon Lord after the battle.

"Ah, so you are interested in our teachings?", asked Azusa who was sitting on the ground. "You liked my magic perhaps? You liked being large?"

"Partly… my mother has recently been killed… and… well… I feel like I need knowledge.", replied the golem.

"That's interesting… yes… I suppose I will stay with you for a while, and I think your fan club will follow you anywhere.", chuckled Azusa. "For now though, I think we should rest in this beautiful forest."

And so the group rested, but the Dragon Lord had many questions running through his mind, how had he created a forest? What were those zombie-like creatures? Why was the once beautiful countryside of England dead? And why on earth was Hermione Granger being carried by those foul creatures?