Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or DBZ/GT. Their respective owners are J.K. Rowling and Akira Toriyama.
A/N: My power levels are based on a list I found on Just in case any questions come up about this, the beginning of DBZ started in 1980 so that means its 1991 now. Here comes the new chapter in 5…4…3….2….1…….NOW
Eight and a half years had passed and it was four days before Harry's eleventh birthday. His hair covered up his body and his clothes were completely worn out. He had finished nearly half of the books in the library and knew nearly thirty techniques and mastered twenty-three of them. His normal power level is twenty million. In his charged up stage it can reach fifty million. Mr. Popo finished his repairs and made final checks and he, followed by Harry, exited. On the lookout were a circle of people gathered around seven orange balls that were glowing.
Mr. Popo walked around to find a small namek dressed in Kami's robes but not him. He walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The small namek hopped up in surprise and backed up a bit. Piccolo noticed what was going on and walked over.
"Mr. Popo is that you?" Piccolo questioned.
"Why yes, Piccolo, it is me," Mr. Popo answered, a smile appearing on his face.
"That's not possible. Kami told me you and someone named Harry was trapped in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber eight years ago," Piccolo quickly counter stated."
"Well, Harry here destroyed one of the time glasses and trapped us in there, but after these eight and a half years, I managed to repair it."
"Welcome back Popo. In the past year I fused with Kami. This kid here, Dende, is the new guardian of Earth. I hope you'll keep your duties as the assistant here," Piccolo said.
"That is a duty that I swore to fulfill for as long as I am alive, Piccolo. I would never dream of giving it up. Oh, and could you update me on the current situation," Mr. Popo replied, a serious look on his face.
Harry tuned himself out from Mr. Popo and Piccolo and walked towards where everyone was and tapped a boy, who looked about the age of Harry, on the shoulder. The boy leaped up and turned around to see Harry.
"W-who are you?" the boy asked.
"Um, hi, I'm Harry Potter," Harry smirked as the attention diverted itself to him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" a short man with high, spiky, black hair questioned.
"Listen, I come in peace. I don't come to harm you, nor do I think I can," Harry said, scratching the back of his head.
"I don't believe you," the same short man said as a golden aura surrounded him.
"Vegeta, stop, he is no threat," Piccolo appeared in front of Vegeta, dismissing his actions.
Harry watched in amazement as a dragon erupted from the orange balls and granted wishes. Right after that, he began to walk back to Mr. Popo, an owl flew above Harry and dropped a letter at his feet. He saw that it was addressed to him and he opened it up.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl reply no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry clutched the paper in his hand and went to talk to Mr. Popo about his current situation.
End of Chapter 3
A/N: I worship you people. My e-mail is filled up with everything you've done. Please, keep that up.