Hey, it's me! What else lies ahead? Review! Plus, a look at some American soldiers

Chapter 65

New York City…

The once bustling city was now deserted. A wind blew through the empty streets, lifting up empty litter and scattering it elsewhere through the city. In Times Square, there was no activity except for the still glowing signs. However, the city wasn't completely deserted. On the edge of the city was a large group of small tents, glowing yellow. There were several dozen groups around small fires. There were three large groups of tents. One had an American flag flying over it, one had a Mexican flag flying over it, and the third had the Canadian flag flying over it. The American group had a large group of tanks lined up, as well as helicopters and jets. There was one tent that was filled with brooms, as well as spare wands, muggle guns, and explosives.

"This is some Christmas, eh, Private Martin?" a man dressed in army camoflague robes smirked at the young boy besides him who didn't look old enough to shave. He had short blond hair, white skin, and was skinny.

"I… I guess." The young man stammered nervously as the other soldiers around the fire laughed.

"Twenty galleons say that he'll shit his pants at the first British he sees!" another man snorted, getting more laughter.

"Yeah, he probably just got out of the academy yesterday!" Another man snorted.

"You see this? A giant gave me this!" The man to the left pulled his sleeve up to Martin, showing a large scar. Martin squeaked, causing the other men to howl with laughter.

"I bet he'll pass out and wet himself the first time he see's a dementor!" another man howled.

"Sheesh, leave the kid alone! That's enough. Besides, I remember what happened the first time that you fought a dementor, Simmons?" the man smirked, making more howls of laughter.

"Good one, Johnson!" another man joked.

"So, Martin, are you a muggle or wizard?" Johnson asked as he munched on the food he was holding.

"W…wizard." Martin said nervously as he held up a brown wand.

"At least he aint a muggle." One man whispered.

"Blood type?" Johnson asked.

"H…half-blood. Muggle mother, pure-blood father" Martin stammered.

"Hmph. Same with me. I've been fighting these kind of wars since before you were born, son. The Giant Rebellion of 86, the Dementor Purge of 91, and the Werewolf Massacre of 95." Johnson chuckled. Then, the other men stopped laughing and stared.

"Jesus, it's him! Harry Potter! That kid everyone's talking about!" One of the other men whispered as Harry walked past, blushing slightly as he reached a small tent. Harry sighed as he pushed aside the tent flap to see Hermione with Corenluis's open journal in her hands. Nearby was a partly empty suitcase. The tent consisted of several medium sized beds, a small table, and a few chairs.

"Still reading my ancestor's diary, Hermione?" Harry asked, causing her to look up from the table.

"This is an amazing piece of work! Your ancestor was a military genius! I'm shocked at how amazingly preserved this novel is!" Hermione said with that look on her face when she got a good book.

"Did it say anything about this?" Harry blinked as he tapped the sword on his side. Hermione frowned.

"All it says is that the sword was crafted by Gornek. It doesn't say much about it besides that. Did you know that his brother was a Colonel in the American Army, William Potter?" Hermione asked. Harry looked surprised.

"No, President Griffin never mentioned that. Which one's my ancestor?" Harry asked. Hermione sighed.

"Cornelius, obviously. William stayed in America after the war, and Cornelius returned to Britain." Hermione answered.

"So… I might have family here!" Harry blinked with surprise.

"Maybe… but this isn't the time to find them. Gohan's still not back from that war council meeting yet, and it's Christmas Eve. Tommorow…" Hermione sighed softly.

"I know. Vegeta put it on a calander and marked it, "The day that I kick Frieza's ass." Harry smirked. Hermione giggled.

"I mean, how many times has he said that?" Harry smirked.

"I HEARD THAT!" Vegeta's voice roared from somewhere

"Hey, delivery boy, can I get some Chinese food?" they both heard someone yell from outside, followed by laughter.

"Hey boys, we don't need to worry about the large insect anymore, we got the exterminator!" someone else yelled, followed by even more laughter. Even Vegeta laughed, from wherever he was. Then, Harry and Hermione turned to see Gohan walk through the door.

"Hey, I saved all of your asses! I don't need this!" Gohan yelled before he dropped the tent flap behind him.

"Are all Americans that rude?" Gohan frowned.

"Vegeta's not an American, and he's twice as rude." Harry blinked, causing Hermione to smile.

"At lease Vegeta didn't drag us out of our hotel room for no reason and throw us in a fireplace, sending us here to set up our own tents while someone went to do final war preparations!" Harry glared at Gohan, who chuckled as Hermione glared at Harry.

"Some things never change…" Gohan sighed.

"Gohan, how'd it go?" Hermione asked, still glaring at Harry.

"Well, they didn't like me at first, but they warmed up to me. That reminds me, Harry, General Rodriguez of Mexico and Major James of Canada want to meet you." Gohan sighed as he plopped down on the bed. Then, he looked at Hermione, ignoring their surprised looks.

"Hey Hermione, can a Protego spell survive a blast from a tank?" Gohan asked.

"I… don't think so." Hermione frowned.

"Good. And stay off the beach, it's the most dangerous place on Earth at the moment, besides England, that is." Gohan chuckled. Then, they heard cat-calls from outside.

"Hey hot-stuff, over here!"

"I got a special seat for you!"

Then, Pan flipped the tarp open and flashed the finger outside, getting laughter and ooohs in response. Gohan sat up immediately.

"I'll go kick their ass right now!" Gohan snarled as Pan leaned her sword against a bedpost and plopped into bed.

"Relax, dad. Men have been treating me like that my whole life. Being pretty can have its downfalls." Pan sighed.

"No it isn't!" Hermione glared at Pan, who sighed.

"You know, I never knew what having a family was like. The closest thing I had were the muggle and muggleborn gangs I hung out with as a little girl. If I survive this, and save the future, that's what I want. Nothing else. I don't want to be Empress, I don't want to be Minister of Magic. I just want to have a family. Someone to pass this onto." Pan paused as she fingered her locket, turning to look at the other young children staring at her.

"Sometimes, it's the simplest things that can be the hardest to get. Think about that. Good night. Merry Christmas." Then, Pan turned away and closed her eyes. Soft snores could be heard a second later. Harry and Hermione turned to look at Gohan.

"Truer words have never been spoken. I'm proud to have her for a daughter." Gohan chuckled as he leaned back and closed his eyes, leaving Harry and Hermione to stare at each other.

"Get some sleep, because tomorrow, all hell breaks loose. Oh, and Merry Christmas." Gohan chuckled. Harry and Hermione stared at each other, and then smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." Hermione smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione." Harry smiled back as they sat into their beds. Harry flicked his wand, causing the light to go out.

Times Square…

Creak… the sound of a creaking noise broke through the silence as a manhole slowly popped up and slid to the left. For a second, silence once again filled the popular center. Then, a black-gloved hand shot through the surface and grabbed the edge of the manhole, and a black cloaked figure pulled himself out. An ominous breathing sound filled the air.

"FINALLY! That was a nightmare! But… at least I made it. I'm here, and just on time!" Tyranus chuckled as he looked around. Then, he floated into the air, and landed on top of the Empire State Building. He looked at the glowing tents and chuckled.

"Pan… Morgana… Cell… Father… Harry Potter… Tartarus… Lord Voldemort… the Dark Force! They will all die!" Tyranus snarled as he held a gun in one hand while the other was clenched in a fist and glowing black, with red lightning cracking around it. Then, he cocked his head back and roared with laughter as his black aura surrounded him.

"I will be the most powerful being in the universe!" he howled with laughter. Then, he smirked.

"Tomorrow… everyone's the enemy. I will kill them all." He smirked.

Tommorow's the big day! Finally, the big battle and the start of World War Three! Will this be a victory of defeat? Review!