Special thanks to Divine Saiyan Psyagon for his assistance with the Chamber's description.

Suspicious

"Blimey," Harry murmured as they walked through the chamber. "I don't even recognize the place."

"It's bigger, too. My gosh! Are those Gravitrons?" Videl exclaimed.

Gohan nodded. "Yeah, Bulma sent them."

Ron's eyes were bugged out. "So we're really doing it. We're going to train in the Chamber of Secrets? Bloody hell…"

Hermione nodded. "It's an incredible bit of magic. Dumbledore even invented a spell for the walls to absorb the shock from our training. Every inch of the walls and décor are Imperturbed."

"And you used the same colors as the crest you designed for Frusha. Very nice," Gohan mused. He was right. Every other banner that hung from the high, vaulted ceiling had the crest that Hermione had designed as her own colors. In between each a different House was represented. The dismal chamber became filled with a brilliant palette of colors as opulent multi-hue gossamer draperies flowed gently from the walls. The scarlet and gold folds slowly transmuted into yellow and black. After a minute or so, the drapes chose green and silver. Then, they returned to scarlet and gold. Finally, they morphed into blue and bronze. It seemed their color choices were completely random as they alternated between the house colors.

Gravitrons were embedded into the walls at equal intervals in between the elegant draperies, giving the appearance of finely carved spherical shapes; they were transfigured to take on the appearance of fine marble. The stone effigy of Salazar Slytherin was substituted by a presentation of all four founders. Barely visible behind the four was a round, mahogany door.

Hermione nodded as they watched the scene in awe. "This main chamber is the training area. The Chamber has been explored for more space…and has been expanded to include living quarters, should we ever require them. The Chamber also has an external entrance, which only Dumbledore, Vegeta, Piccolo, Harry, and myself will know of the location, for now. This Chamber had built-in Ki suppressants, one of my personal created spells, so that any Ki-aware enemies won't be able to find our location by ki sense.

"The living quarters are behind the door past the founders. The founders will move to allow entry only for the password. The password for now is 'Saiyan tails.' The classrooms and libraries are the doors in the halls leading to the main chamber. The halls will serve to hold the appropriate trophies and histories, including the basilisk skin and fangs. So, since this will be your place as well as mine, feel free to explore," Hermione concluded cheerfully.

"When are we going to invite Ginny and the twins?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled knowingly. "I thought you guys would like to view the place without…distractions."

"Oh, you mean pranks and stuff?" Gohan asked.

Hermione smiled at Harry. "And stuff. Come on, Harry. Let me show you the external entry."

...

After an hour of taking in the new space, the teens sat in the common room in the living quarters, sipping ice-cold pumpkin juice Frusha had brought.

"So, what are we going to call ourselves and the Chamber, because calling this the Chamber of Secrets will sound rather suspicious to other students and staff," Videl pointed out.

"Why don't we call ourselves Unity?" Gohan said. "The entire theme of the Chamber seems to be inter house unity. We can call ourselves the U-Fighters."

"That's a good idea, Gohan…and funny, if the Z-Fighters joined us. We'd be UZ," Hermione chuckled.

"Or ZU," Gohan added mischievously. Hermione and Harry laughed.

"Mental," Ron grumbled, irritably for some reason.

"ZU it is. It's rather funny, if you think about it. All of the houses are represented by animals, so in a way, it really is a zoo," Hermione said with a wry smile. "So we're calling this place the ZU? But it does need an official name."

Harry's eyes widened. "I know! Before, when this was the Chamber of Secrets, this chamber represented only Slytherin. Now it represents all four founders. Why don't we call it the Chamber of the Four? Its official name would be the Chamber of the Four, but its pet name will be ZU."

Hermione nodded, smiling sardonically. "Awesome. Welcome to the ZU, everyone."

Gohan and Harry exchanged grins. Videl laughed.

Two weeks had passed since Unity was established. After introducing Ginny and the Weasley twins to the Chamber of the Four, they had wasted no time in utilizing the training facilities. The teen had divided into respective sparring teams: Hermione and Gohan, Videl and Harry, Ron and Ginny, and Fred and George. Gohan remembered the streamlined communication devices that Bulma had given him over the summer and gave them to his friends, one to Dumbledore, and one to Vegeta for emergencies (For picture of devices, see profile avatar this week).

The eight teens spent most of their free time in the ZU, training mostly. The Headmaster appeared every now and then, either watching or giving magical advice. Vegeta and even Piccolo found themselves in the underground chamber quite often, giving pointers and even consenting to an occasional spar with the strongest of the group. Krillin (spider) had become a permanent resident of the chamber. Gohan had enlarged the spider to roughly half the size of the spiders in the Forbidden Forest, much to Ron's dismay, in order to create a rather fearful, er, guard spider. Gohan had forbidden Krillin to hurt anyone, however.

"Just scare any strangers, unless they say the founders' password," Gohan instructed, rubbing the spider's back. The spider seemed to understand. It even gave Ron his space after Gohan had asked it. Grateful, Ron made a wide berth whenever he was in the chamber.

Hermione had done her part, as well. She made eleven lockets with her designed crest on the front. If someone needed serious help, they could open the locket, causing everyone else's locket to get hot. Hermione had come up with the idea in the event that ki shouting was ineffective or impossible. As a result, everyone wore the locket around their wrist, rather than their neck, and practiced opening it with one hand. Also, each locket was charmed so that the name of the person with the opened locket would appear on the back of the locket of the others. The locket also had a portkey function, which Dumbledore had incorporated, so that they could teleport to wherever the endangered party was.

Vegeta had smirked as he looked at the delicate-looking chain hanging around his wrist. "Hmph. I'll never have need of this silly trinket, but I'll wear it, just in case one of you weaklings gets into trouble."

Piccolo eyed his locket warily. "I never would have imagined that I'd even consider wearing a piece of human decoration. I always hated wearing gold and stones because of the affiliations with human greed."

Vegeta grinned suddenly. "Wouldn't do too much good anyways. You're too ugly for anything else to distract the eye away, Green Bean."

Piccolo smirked. "You're not much a looker either, Princess."

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest. "Hmph."

Dumbledore regarded him with a twinkle. "You know, this is going to require me to answer some rather awkward questions about my personal life, Lady Subaru."

Hermione scoffed. "Whatever, Professor. You'd probably enjoy the extra attention."

He nodded with a serene smile. "Too true, Lady Subaru. Too true."

Soon, the castle was abuzz with the news that the candidates from the other schools would arrive at 6 o'clock on Friday, October 30th. Harry expressed his gratefulness that Snape wouldn't be able to poison them all to test their antidotes.

Ernie Macmillan jumped excitedly. "Less than a week away! I wonder if Ced knows. I think I'll go tell him..." He bolted from the announcement.

"Ced? As in Cedric Diggory?" Harry asked. "He must be entering the tournament."

Ron stared, incredulous. "That idiot? Hogwarts Champion?" They began to push through the crowd.

"He's not an idiot," Hermione said, "He's a good student, and he's a prefect. Just because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch—"

"You only like him because he's good-looking," Ron said loudly, cutting her off.

Hermione raised her brows. "Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome," Hermione said indignantly.

Ron gave a false cough, making it sound like "Lockhart."

Giving him one last glare, she took off.

Gohan frowned. "Why do you have to be so mean to her? She only said things that were true."

Ron glared angrily. "Nobody asked you, Son. Sod off."

Gohan blinked stupidly and scratched his head as the red head stomped away. "What did I do to deserve that?"

Harry grinned. "Don't worry about it. Ron's a bit hot-headed. He'll cool off."

...

But Ron didn't cool off that day, in fact. He tried to continue the argument with Hermione over the communicators. Hermione angrily stabbed at her lunch.

"Ron, I don't want to talk about it anymore! Just drop it!"

"But what if me or Harry or Gohan—"

"There's no way I'm entering!" Gohan said firmly.

"Whatever, anyways, what if one of us is chosen?"

Hermione scoffed. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten the age restriction, Ron. Unless you pull off some kind of exceptionally powerful magic, you're not getting in."

Ron scowled. "You don't think we're good enough! You—"

Hermione stood. "I'm not talking about it anymore, Ronald." She walked away.

Ron pressed his communicator to his ear and opened his mouth, but Harry grabbed his arm, shaking his head.

Legolas Malfoy approached the table. "Mister Son, Moody wants to speak with you."

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Gohan said, dancing on his toes on the end of the stool.

Moody cast a calculating look at the student. "Yes. I was hoping we could get to know each other better. I am, after all, an Auror. I like to make connections with people I trust slightly better than most. In order to do that, I need to know a little bit about you."

"I guess," Gohan said, frowning thoughtfully. That's weird.

"I hear your father is from another world?"

"Daddy was born on the planet Vegeta. He was a Saiyan."

"And your mother?"

Gohan smiled as he pictured his mother. "My mother is Princess Chi-Chi, daughter of the Ox King."

Moody leaned forward. "The Ox King. I've heard of him. He's a Squib, isn't he?"

Gohan nodded. "And he was a martial artist. He studied with Master Roshi…before my father did. The Ox King and Grandpa Gohan Son trained together."

Moody frowned. "So Gohan Son was Ox king's father?"

Gohan laughed. "No. Grandpa Gohan found my father in the woods when he was a baby. Grandpa Gohan took care of my Dad and trained him in fighting."

"I see. What is the difference between Saiyans and wizards?"

"Hmm. Well, Saiyans have tails. And they are physically stronger than humans, partly from their blood, partly because of their tails and partly because they were born on a planet with ten times Earth's normal gravity."

"You don't have a tail," Moody said, his blue eye staring as though trying to find evidence of one.

"Oh, er, I lost mine," Gohan said, blushing. He didn't want to tell Moody he had lost it when he had become an ape at the end of last school term and attacked his classmates.

"How did you lose it?"

"I'd rather not say. It's kinda embarrassing," Gohan replied, the red creeping down his neck.

"I hear that Saiyans can use powerful wandless magic?"

"No, they can't. They manipulate and control their spirit energy. And Saiyans aren't the only ones that can. Anyone that has the training can learn to control their ki. Every living thing has ki."

"What's the difference between this ki…and magic?"

"Well, magic is a combination of mental and physical energy…that's why you have to move your wand a certain way as well as speak. Ki is spirit energy. Spirit energy is considerably more fluid in behavior. It flows with the body and mind of each individual. Each ki is unique, because each mind and body is unique."

"Can you show me?"

Gohan frowned. Not even Dumbledore had ever asked to see Gohan display his ki. Gohan shrugged. "Here. I'll form a small ball of energy." Gohan cupped his hands and a tiny yellow sparkle immediately formed between them. Moody leaned forward to examine it. "Don't be deceived by appearances. This tiny thing could potentially destroy a house if released." The spark faded.

Moody cleared his throat. "And, er, how well can you control this ability of yours?"

"Well, if I wanted, I could suppress my ki all the way to nothing. I could also generate enough power to destroy Earth and any surrounding planets," Gohan shuddered at the thought.

"Suppress?"

"That means to hide your energy."

"And why would someone want to do that?" Moody asked.

Gohan stared. Moody was asking a whole lot of questions about energy. "I…don't feel like I should tell you that right now," Gohan said in hesitation. He frowned in thought. Mistrust was a rare sensation for Gohan. He didn't like it at all. He felt rather strange, lumping Moody in with creatures like Cell and Frieza…and Voldemort. He definitely wouldn't trust any of them. He felt confused. Why didn't he trust Moody? Was it because the ki thing?

Moody nodded, realizing that the boy wasn't going to talk anymore. "I understand perfectly. Trust is a two-way street. You trusted me a little. Now it's my turn to trust you. I want you to keep an extra close eye on Legolas Malfoy this year. I don't want to prejudice you, but I believe he's up to something. Can you do that?"

Gohan nodded slowly. But why? I trust Legolas far more than I trust Moody. "Sir? If you don't trust Legolas Malfoy, why do you have him come fetch me to your office?"

"If he's with you, then he can't be doing anything else. Watch him, especially when he's around Potter. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Moody changed the subject. "So…you and Granger are fairly close?"

Gohan nodded. "She's one of my best friends."

"And she knows some of this ki stuff?"

Gohan shifted uncomfortably. "Some. Why do you want to know?"

"I'm a teacher, Son. I like to have background information on all of my students."

"Oh." An awkward silence ensued.

"I understand that Granger is Muggle-Born?"

Gohan sweated. "I-I met her parents. They're nice. They are really understanding about Hermione and her magic…and her friends." Phew! Well, at least I didn't have to lie. The Grangers are Hermione's adopted parents.

Moody's eye narrowed as he stared at the boy. "Hmmm. You said that Granger knows some ki things. How strong is she?"

Gohan fidgeted nervously. "She's…okay. Really, sir! I don't feel right talking about my friend behind her back."

Moody eyed the boy silently. Finally, he said. "You're a very loyal friend, Gohan Son. You're excused."

Gohan exited silently.

"ARGH!" Gohan cried in pain. Snape immediately removed the curse.

Hermione stepped forward, panting slightly. "It's my turn, professor."

"Very well, Lady Subaru. Form your defense. Ready?"

Hermione nodded in affirmation as soon as she conjured a shield.

"Crucio," he muttered. The curse struck the shield and penetrated, striking Hermione in the chest. She cried out in pain. As soon as he heard the sound, he removed the curse.

"Are you alright, Lady Subaru?" Hermione nodded. "Gohan Son?"

"Yes."

Snape sighed. "That's enough for today. Until next time, I want you to think of other possible defenses you can use to try to block the curse."

Hermione sank down the wall, panting, next to her half Saiyan ally. Gohan spoke. "Hermione, Moody invited me to his office again. He asked questions about us."

Hermione raised a brow as she regarded him. "Us? What do you mean?"

Gohan frowned. "He asked me about my parents and ki. He asked me about Saiyans. Then, he asked me about your parents and your ki."

Hermione frowned. "That's irregular. I understand why he'd ask about you, because you're famous and all. But about me? What did you tell him?"

"Well, I told him about my dad and mom. I told him about the Saiyans. I told him the difference between ki and magic—"

"Oh, Gohan! I'm not so sure that was a good idea. We don't even know if we can trust him or not."

Snape strode over. "What's this about Moody?"

Gohan nodded sadly. "He asked me if your parents were Muggle-Born, Hermione. I told him they were. That's not a lie, is it? I mean, they raised you and loved you, right? That makes them parents."

Hermione nodded. "And he asked about my ki? What did you tell him?"

Gohan frowned. "Well, I couldn't really tell him you don't know anything, especially after your performance in his class that day. And it would be lying, too. So I told him you knew some."

Hermione smiled a little. "Some?"

"Yeah. And then he asked me how strong you are. I said that you were okay."

She snorted. "Okay?" She nodded her approval. "That's good, Gohan. You didn't tell him too much. Unfortunately, he probably didn't believe you."

Snape frowned. Why is Moody interested in Hermione Granger? He couldn't know, could he?

"Oh, and he told me to keep an eye out for Legolas Malfoy. He said that he thought Malfoy was up to something."

Snape snorted derisively. "Typical. Moody's far too paranoid to suspect the obvious would-be schemers. But Legolas Malfoy? I've known him since he was an infant. There's no way Legolas is plotting anything sinister, unless he is under the Imperius Curse. And trust me, he isn't."

Hermione frowned thoughtfully. "Gohan, why don't you tell Professor Snape what you sensed when Moody first came here?"

Gohan told Snape about Moody's strange ki. He frowned thoughtfully. "Oh, yeah! Something else. Moody has a man locked in a trunk in his office!"

Snape leveled his eyes at the youth. "Say again?"

"I sensed a human ki in a trunk in Moody's office. He told me that he was keeping a dark wizard, and that Dumbledore knows about it."

Snape raised a brow. "Really? Did you ask Professor Dumbledore if he knew about the man?"

Gohan winced. "Well, no. I guess I believed him."

Hermione sighed in exasperation. Snape shook his head in disgust. "I assure you, Mister Son, that were you Harry Potter, his Gryffindor friends, or any of my Slytherins, I'd be calling you lazy, foolish, and incredibly naïve for assuming that a man, whom you already said you don't trust, is telling the truth. I believe I will be visiting the Headmaster on the matter. I am curious as to whether he actually knows if a man is locked in Moody's trunk, and if he is, why he would permit such a miscarriage of justice…or allow a criminal to stay on Hogwarts grounds, regardless of the circumstances." Snape made a swish with his cloak and was gone.

Gohan scratched his head and chuckled. "I guess that was pretty dumb, huh?"

Hermione smiled. "Yeah, but it's you."

"Thanks—hey! That wasn't a compliment, was it?"

Hermione laughed, punching his shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Stop complaining. I know that didn't hurt any."

Gohan smiled. A silence ensued.

"Uh, Gohan?"

"Yeah?"

"You're doing that staring thing again."

"Oh…" More silence.

"Gohan…"

"Huh?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Mmm?"

"I said you're doing that staring thing again."

"Mmm."

"Never mind," she sighed.

"Why do you keep following me, Green Man?" Moody growled irritably.

Piccolo smirked. "Maybe because I rather enjoy your company. Or maybe because I've finally found someone who's actually uglier than Vegeta."

"Stuff it, Namek!" Vegeta growled non committedly as he slipped from the shadows.

Moody's lip curled. "Why are you two following me? Do you want me to hex you?"

Vegeta cackled. "Paaleeezzee! You couldn't even Stun the Namek. Do you actually think you're a threat to us? It's…laughable!" He grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Moody grumbled as he turned the corner.

Piccolo smirked. "I heard that, Professor Moody." Piccolo said the name sarcastically.

Moody whirled angrily. "Fool! You don't have a clue what you're messing with!"

"Heh. I wonder why everyone keeps saying that to me. You'd think they'd know better," Piccolo said in a smug tone.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh no! This is it, isn't it, Namek? This is the part where you tell him that you're Kami, huh?"

Moody's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

Piccolo snorted in amusement. "Well, I don't have to now, Vegeta, because you just did. Thanks for saving me the trouble." He folded his arms across his chest.

Vegeta shrugged. "Don't mention it. Wait…did you just thank me? Ugh, I feel nauseous."

Moody snarled in frustration. "You irritating, filthy—"

Piccolo calmly raised his brows. "Yes?"

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRR!" Moody clunked down the hall and slammed his office door closed.

"You think we should blow up the door?" Vegeta asked with an evil grin.

"Teh. You've been hanging around those Weasley twins too much."

Vegeta shrugged. "They're the most amusing humans I've ever been around. Unlike this useless slug Bat Boy's got us babysitting. Considerably less entertaining. Hey, Namek, do you feel that?"

"Yes. There's another rather faint power level coming from the same room. I didn't know that professors shared rooms," Piccolo said skeptically.

Vegeta frowned thoughtfully. "They don't."