Chapter One: Another Threat?

Gohan nervously took in his surroundings as he waited. He was sitting in a circular room with strange instruments that were twittering and clanking. The guardian of the Earth had brought him here to this strange castle and had told him to wait for the person who said to him "Icarus." He had waited outside for an hour before a lanky man with sallow skin and long, greasy black hair approached him and said the word. It was he that brought him to the gargoyle and said, "Lemon Drop". He then motioned him to stand on the revolving step. As he spun around the column, he told the man, "Come on, Cheer up." Apparently, this did not improve the man's demeanor; he winced and scowled as he disappeared from view.

He fidgeted with his tail when a door behind bookcases appeared, and a tall old man with half-moon spectacles stepped through. Gohan sniffed the air, the old man had a pleasant, slightly familiar aroma. Upon seeing him, he smiled serenely.

"Ah, you must be Gohan Son. Wonderful. I am Professor Dumbledore. I suppose you are wondering why I have the pleasure of your company."

"Dende told me that you requested some help."

"Indeed. Tell me what you know of it."

"Actually, sir, that's all I know about it." The old man's eyes twinkled as he smiled.

"Yes. I thought that perhaps the urgency of the summoning might interfere with effective communication. As you may know already, the world is in grave peril. I understand that you are accustomed to scenarios involving saving the world?"

"If you are referring to the Cell games, I had plenty of help."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly. "I am also aware of your modesty-"

"-but Vegeta and Piccolo-"

"-would not be around to tell the story had you not defeated Cell."

"We all defeated Cell."

"All the same,you have experience in saving the planet, which brings me to the reason why you are here. You see, eleven years ago, our community faced a terror of our own. Fortunately, his power was diminished, and we have had ten years of peace. However, recent events has caused me to reconsider the precautionary measures I have taken. I am worried that it isn't enough. That's where you come in, Mr. Son.

"I want you to attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Me? But…but I don't know any magic."

Dumbledore chuckled. "My dear boy, magic is only energy channeled though devices enchanted to control the power." He held up a long, thin stick between his fingers. He casually flicked the stick toward some papers on his desk, which promptly burst into flames. He twirled his wrist; water immediately extinguished the flames.

"Yes. I believe you can practice magic. But since you are an unusual case, we may have to take some precautions. You have significantly more power than any witch or wizard on the planet. So,we need to either design a wand strong enough to withstand your power, or create a filter to shield your wand from damage. I will contact Olivander to see what we can come up with.

"In the meantime, here is your acceptance letter and your supply list. Oh, since you will be entering the school as a second year, I will also be sending you the first year books to study and practice. I checked with the Ministry of Magic. They attempted to put Trace on you, but discovered they couldn't. Trace helps them track underage wizards. Underage wizards are forbidden to use magic outside of school. The Ministry suggested that I not inform you of the fact that you are Untraced, but I don't think they have anything to worry about, do they?" he winked.

Gohan grinned.

"Good. Before I forget, did you happen to secure some of your father's essence as I asked?"

Gohan held up a loaded hair brush. "Mom hasn't cleaned it since father…er….left. Sir, where am I going to train?"

"Ah, I thought you might ask that. My advice to you would be anywhere that you can."

Gohan blinked confusedly. Dumbledore chuckled.

"What I mean is that I don't pretend to know all of Hogwarts secrets. If you can find a place on campus to train secretly, I wouldn't object. If not, there's always the forbidden forest."

Gohan rode the nimbus home that day. Chi-Chi, upon hearing of Gohan's acceptance into a prestigious school, immediately began packing Gohan's possessions and drilling him on transfiguration and charms. "Study real hard, son. But you know you are still going to Harvard, Gohan."

"I know, Mom,"

A month later, Chi-Chi and Gohan arrived in Diagon Alley. Chi-Chi had secured a room at the Leaky Cauldron, because school was less than a week away. Chi-Chi, of course, bought nearly half of the books at Flourish and Blotts while Gohan twirled his newly made wand between his fingers, somewhat pink in the face.

Gohan spent as much time as he could in Diagon Alley. He wanted to learn as much as possible about the wizarding world…and to get away from his education-obsessive mother. As he window shopped and chatted with the locals, he kept wondering what he was supposed to be doing at Hogwarts. He stopped and examined his reflection in the window of the broomstick shop. Dumbledore didn't tell him what his purpose was. Gohan was supposed to be saving the world, but how was attending a school for witches and wizards going to help? Maybe I am supposed to figure it out myself. But figuring things out and saving the planet was so much easier when Dad was around. Father, where are you? Sighing heavily, Gohan turned away from the window to walk away, almost bumping into someone. As he opened his mouth to apologize, he recognized the familiar glare of an angry woman. Gohan cringed in terror.

"Arrghhh!"

"Gohan! Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere!"

"Aw, Mom-"

"No, Gohan! You're supposed to be inside, studying. Not wandering the streets daydreaming!"

"Mom-"

Chi-Chi leveled her eyes at her son. Growling, she opened her purse and brandished a large cast iron skillet. "Time to study, Gohan! Let's go!"

Gohan screamed in horror and raced down the walkway toward the Leaky Cauldron, attracting stares and amused grins as he fled the deranged woman with the frying pan.

By the time Chi-Chi had caught up with her son, a trembling Gohan was sitting in the corner of the rented room with his nose in Hogwarts, A History.