A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry for the super late update. On the 27th all of my work got erased, and that sort of threw me in a bad slump where I didn't even want to touch the story anymore. It was bad. Scenes were added, cut out, moved around for better flow, doubted, and edited... I think I spent way too much time contemplating and comparing this last chapter to what I could remember of what had been written before and how it had been written. It was so hard! TT~TT

Anyhow, I've been messaging a friend who knows DB pretty well, and they helped out quite a bit too, so I just wanted to give them a shout-out thank you on here.

So! This chapter! I know I said I'd only give one warning, but there is battle (somewhat?) described and mentioned here. I think someone once commented that I was torturing my characters by putting them in too much pain... but they gotta face what they gotta face. Voldy isn't exactly a nice guy so... yeah. Times are hard for them right now.

Enjoy!


ACROSS TO ELSEWHERE

All of Little Whining had been put under enchantments- the foundation of which were the very same that Harri had so readily left behind. Now they had been modified so greatly it no longer held any of it's original purpose.

Only those invited could enter the premises, otherwise set off the caterwauling charm which would alert all to the intruder's presence. An imperturbable charm had been used several times, in two layers. (Around the entirety of Little Whining and around the front yard of number four where Voldemort built his passage through the wall of the house.) Surprisingly, there was no muggle-repelling charm. Instead, any muggles who came to investigate the oddity of a town going missing were captured. (Any muggle weapons that had been brought along had their ammunition bounce off the imperturbable charm and be sent right back at them, often leaving them vulnerable for capture if they weren't dead from their own weapons.) And what sort of protection would it be if apperating in or out of the area was allowed?

It was nearly midnight, the moon a waning crescent. They were in the alley between Wisteria Walk and Mangolia Crescent of Little Whining.

It wasn't a real alley, like what you'd find in the city, nor did it resemble Diagon Alley in the least. Really, all the alley consisted of were four houses- two on each side, though the west side houses were on a short hill while the east were not- and a long dirt path that cut between the properties had been claimed by the township to be used as the place to set up the phone lines between the two blocks.

Harri lifted up her black turtleneck until the thin fabric covered her nose and mouth, simply brushing her fingers along the seam of it to coax her magic to hold it in place. Like Hermione, Harri had tied her long hair in a tight fish tail so it could be hidden under her black beret. Her hand enclosed on a spray bottle from one of the many pockets of her parachute cargo pants as her green eyes slid away from Kreacher to the south end of the alleyway where Wisteria Walk waited.

Kreacher told them everything that he knew about the situation, under the stern order to be truthful from Harri.

Not wanting to go to Harri and, hating Sirius, the old elf had gone to Bellatrix and Narcissa as the next members of the Black family in which he could comfortably serve loyally. When he appeared, he had been ordered by them to mention anything that happened within Grimmauld Place and anything he knew of Harri Potter. In exchange he could roam about freely and help serve the Dark Lord without fear of his own magic being taken- like so many other elves already- to help fuel the passage that was being constructed.

Hermione looked north, towards Mangolia Cresent as she zipped her anorak back up. At her feet Rajah gave a low hiss as he scented the air with his tongue. (He was no longer a tiny thing, barely longer than Hermione's hand. The basilisk was now just over the length of Hermione's entire arm and weighted just a little less than Crookshanks.)

In passing Kreacher had overheard that the students and teachers had been brought from Hogwarts into Little Whining and kept in the park. (Though Harri had to wonder why they'd bothered to keep them in such an open space rather than hide them inside one of the many now-vacant buildings of the town.) From the alley, said park was just beyond the north side of Mangolia Crescent.

Apparently, those that did not readily agree to follow under the Dark Lord had been tortured one by one until they either joined the Death Eater ranks or their minds broke- all the while the rest of the students and staff were forced to watch. Thankfully, all was quiet at the moment. Though, hopefully, the relatives of those brought to the park would arrive soon and cause a commotion outside the perimeter.

The first thing Harri and Hermione did was get word out on where the Hogwart's students were being kept via patronus. They sent several out to find parents and relatives of students and staff. When found the patronus were to inform them of where those who had gone to Hogwarts were being kept and a time of when exactly Harri and Hermione would show up at that location to break everyone out. Then it was asked to pass the message on, in any way, to whomever else needed to hear it.

When they were ready Kreacher side-along apperated Harri and Hermione to the alley between Mangolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk several minutes after the preordained time they had told the magical community that they would arrive. (Dobby stayed at the tent as backup, armed with several healing potions and even a few spray bottles of confusion concoction on hand that would- if need be- replace the bottles of swelling solution and befuddlement draught that Harri and Hermione had with them.)

From Harri's shoulders Crookshanks jumped down to the ground, bottle brush tail swishing agitatedly as his ears flickered this way and that.

As part of their preparations during the year, Harri and Hermione had trained both their familiars for infiltration and protection. On Crookshanks' collar were seven moonstones with runes engraved within them. Harri had spelled the stones so they could hold the disillusionment charm over Crooskshanks, which would last for a full day or until Harri or Hermione canceled it. (While it had been argued whether it would better or not to have the imperturbable charm cast on him as well, it had ultimately been decided against as it would not allow for Crookshanks to attack anything just as much as it would not allow any harm to Crookshanks.)

Crouched down to be Crookshanks' height, Harri ran her fingers through his orange fur once before she enlarged Crookshanks to be the same size as a lynx then set the disillusionment charm over him. As he grew bigger his purr at the affectionate gesture grew louder, until it practically shook the ground under them.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione hissed as she crouched low to try and blend with the shadows better, deep blue turtleneck already over her nose and mouth. The purr had stopped abruptly the moment his name had been called.

"Incompetent four legged mammal," hissed Rajah with such disdain that Harri was sure if she could see Crookshanks at the moment his fur would have stood on end.

As Crookshanks let out a nettled hiss Harri whispered to Hermione quickly, "go on ahead, we'll be fine." This certainly wasn't the place for the two to get into another one of their fights (no matter how entertaining it can be when Harri can understand half the conversation).

"Remember to keep your eye out for Hedwig!" Hermione answered back even as she moved north with Rajah on her heels.

Harri nodded, even though she already knew Hermione's reminder hadn't really been for herself. Guard up, Harri listened intently as she moved to the south opening of the alley. Only the soft touch of Crookshank's tail brushing by her leg let her know that he had gone on ahead. Carefully Harri pressed her back against the wood paneling of the house that wasn't on the hill and listened. When she heard nothing, Harri carefully peeked around the corner of the house and sucked in a sharp breath.

From where she was she could see the corner where Wisteria Walk connected to Private Drive about six hundred meters from where she was. The six lamp posts on each side of the street illuminated patches along the pavement and sidewalks that broke up Harri's night vision yet the five silhouettes that stood perfectly still at that brightly lit junction were unmistakable. Inferi.

They stood as though on guard, waiting for something. As Harri watched, two Death Eaters walked into view from down Private Drive, their dark cloaks and bone white masks hid their identity however one was significantly shorter than the other- almost child sized- and walked with nerves rather than the exuded confidence their partner had. They kept a wide birth from the stock-still inferius while they passed.

Just as Harri was about to step away from the side of the house and start her way towards Private Drive, she was stopped by a sharp tug to the bottom of her jumper. It was Kreacher whom wanted to get Harri's attention. The moment he had it, he pointed down the west side of the road. There were two more Death Eaters in full regalia hurried along.

Internally Harri thanked Kreacher. If he hadn't warned her when he did, they would have spotted her instantly. Harri went completely still at the sight of them, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of almost getting spotted- and within seconds of arrival to boot. Again Harri couldn't help but notice how one Death Eater was distinctly smaller than the other.

"But-! But- the Dark Lord said we aren't to bother him..?!" the smaller one stuttered nervously as they rushed passed. Harri felt her stomach lurch at how young they sounded. A third or fourth year, at most. She did her best to hold onto her dinner- they'd surely catch her if she gave in to the urge of being sick.

"Our Lord also said that we are to inform him immediately when we found out." Growled back the second Death Eater, an adult for certain. "Hurry along!"

Harri heard the whimper that left the younger Death Eater and felt her heart sting painfully in her chest. Another breath was taken to ground herself. Then Harri slunk after them, stepping only in the shadows of the lawn.


From the doorway of the Lookout Mr Popo and Kami both watched Goku with grim expressions on their faces. While Kami could feel how the Dragonballs were slowly waking again, they weren't going to revive for a number of days yet. Which meant that it would not be on time to help his student- a fact that Goku clearly dreaded and anticipated.

Back and forth Goku paced restlessly in the Lookout courtyard, his tail flicking with agitation behind him. Each time he turned left, he glanced to the seven stone Dragonballs that lay lifelessly on the ground and on top of blanket he had caught them in. As though expecting the stones to return to star-speckled jewels when his back was turned. When he turned right his dark eyes would land on the Window Wood that was hung on Mr Popo's tree. The surface was smooth but most irritatingly blank.

Even if he had tried, Kami wouldn't have been able to get Goku to do any training this day- or any other- until his student received word from the girl of elsewhere.

Watching over Earth was an arduous task (one Kami desperately hoped Goku would take off his hands when this was all over). For the first time in his history since undertaking the task, Kami felt disappointment and remorse that he had no say over any world- different realities included- other than this one. It was one thing, being able to comfort people from afar and guide them to do the right thing. Being able to see the pain on his student's face, the distress in his movements, and being unable to do anything about it was another matter entirely.

Suddenly Kami jolted, like he'd been sucker-punched to the gut. He let out a wheeze, clutched his gnarled wooden staff tightly. A part of him kept aware of his surroundings on the Lookout- how Mr Popo knelt at his side and Goku who had whipped around to regard him with concerned surprise. The rest of his mind, however, was drawn out to the West where a lone hut had been built upon a mountain side. Dully Kami realized that he'd felt this before- only far less painful.

The first time, some fourteen odd years ago, there had been a sting in his gut that had caught his attention. When he'd cast out his senses he'd caught a plea to be allowed to speak. A desperate prayer, a spirit that had been brutally crushed and lacerated. Somehow, it had reached him from another dimension, one very close to the one he governed- yet entirely different.

That sting in his gut was the thin veil that separated the realities being poked at, as something asked to be let through. He had no intention of ripping the veil, especially when he could tell that it was magic that was being used to touch the veil to begin with.

(Ripping the veil had been something the Previous Kami had schooled him greatly on so that it would never happen again. Even the smallest rip in the veil would release creatures into the world that had no business being here. A hard lesson that the Previous Kami had learned due to magic being harnessed and used badly. After the arduous task of the veil being fixed, the Previous Kami had to round up the creatures that had been created from the tear- creatures that had been killing everything but could not be killed themselves- and secluded them in a sacred land. Then the Previous Kami took away his people's ability to tear the veil again by removing any and all people born of magic that had survived the creature's rampage from his Earth. In the end, the entire ordeal had drained the Previous Kami and forced him to seek out an apprentice to take his place or leave his Earth defenseless.)

The second time Kami felt that sting, it came from the same being. Only this time he could tell that it was much more desperate- a last request if you will. Kami knew of magic, he had the ability to tap into it himself. (He'd made the Dragonballs and Shenlong to guard them!) The fact that this had happened twice- both seemingly through accidental magic- could no longer go ignored. So, Kami had thought, he could allow a small... connection. It would let the one who made the prayer (not once, but twice- what was the guardian of that other Earth even doing?!) a chance to speak through the veil.

That's when Kami had cast out his senses, searching for the medium that would be used. When he found it he established the connection. Built it carefully to allow the magic of the being from elsewhere to fuel it and harmonize with it but not be able to rip through the veil. Satisfied with his work, Kami let it be.

Seven years previous Kami had felt that sting in his gut for a third time. When he'd cast out his senses to check, he'd realized that the connection he'd made between worlds had been concentrated and refined, shifted somewhat and strengthened. The connection could now be moved, carried around to different parts of the world. His surprise and disbelief that such a thing could happen was only slightly dampened compared to how saturated the veil had become with magic. Much like a sponge, the veil had absorbed the magic that the being from elsewhere gave it. While Kami didn't know what it meant on a whole, he retained the fact that the veil had not ripped and so Kami had let it be.

(It was only when Goku climbed Korrin's Tower for the first time that Kami had confirmed who on his Earth had been speaking to the being from elsewhere. A being that, he found out, had been a little girl no older than four or five when Goku had first spoken to her- which meant that she must have been two or three the first time Kami had felt that probing sting at the veil from the girl's magic. Again Kami wondered what the guardian from the girl's Earth was doing, or if the girl's Earth even had a guardian.)

Currently, instead of a sting in his gut, it was a searing hot knife that twisted around painfully. Something was wrong with the original connection Kami had allowed between his Earth across to elsewhere.

An oversimplification of the event, if he had to give one: if the veil was a stone wall, then the connection was a pipe to allow water to trickle through it. That pipe had been modified so that a spout could be welded on in order to attach a hose so the water that went through the wall could be accessed anywhere that the hose was taken. Someone had found the pipe. Drilled a hole into it. Attached a pump to it and flooded the pipe with more volumes of water than it could handle. The pipe had burst under the pressure. Now the wall was starting to leak. Stones around the pipe were being washed away with the force.

Essentially, the veil hadn't just been torn straight through. It had been shred into ribbons.

Ice cold fear clawed at Kami's chest. His hand shot out, grabbed Goku's arm the moment his pupil was close enough. Kami met Goku's alarmed gaze, his yellow eyes dilated with terror.

"Return to your home," Kami ordered quietly, unable to speak louder than a hoarse whisper with how his horror closed up his throat. "You will be needed there."

Frightened by Kami's sudden urgency, "K- Kami-? Wha-?" Goku tried to ask, only to be cut off when he'd tried to free his arm. Kami's grip tightened, sharp nails digging into Goku's skin enough to make him wince.

"Do not let them touch you." Kami uttered direly. Goku couldn't help but freeze at the tone. "You will not be able to see them, but you will be able to sense them. Now that you are trained, you are much better equipped than you had been in your previous brush with them. Keep them contained. They must not leave the mountain!" Kami released him and struggled to stand with the combined help of his staff and Mr Popo.

Still frozen, Goku stared, wide eyed, as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

"GO!" Kami roared, making Goku flinch at the sudden unexpected volume. But his gaze only fell to the stone Dragonballs as indecisiveness fell upon him. Kami grit his teeth, "we will handle that- Leave! NOW! Make haste to the west!"

Eyes wide, Goku stumbled back, then nodded sharply. He turned tail and called for his Nimbus even as he ran for the edge of the Lookout. Kami panted, trembling as he watched Goku leave and desperately hoped he hadn't just sent his student to his death. For if Goku didn't use his training that's exactly what he'd be. Dead. And if Goku died then the rest of the world would follow, for Kami did not have the strength he used to have in his youth.

"Kami...?" Mr Popo inquired, "what do you need?"

The old being took several shuddering breaths. What he wanted to say was that he needed to go back in time and refuse the offer of his current guardianship. Because this was way over his head and he was too old to be dealing with this.

Instead, "to prepare." Kami stated, resigned. He gave the stone Dragonballs a grimace. Not for the first time, Kami sort of regretted their creation all over again. "Goku won't be able to keep them on the mountain for long. We must work quickly to heal the breach and prevent more from following. Come, Mr Popo."

"Kami..." Mr Popo's eyes widened as he finally understood the situation. "Why did we not send Goku by the teleporter?"

Gravely, "because he is a beacon." Kami answered truthfully, the words bitter and wrong. Yet he had no choice if he was to mend the colossal damage that had been done and survive it. Allow his Earth to survive it. Disgust rolled through him as he cast his senses out once again, feeling those creatures and mentally counting them- his horror growing at the numbers which continued to grow. "Already they start to flee from the mountain. At Goku's approach... they will gravitate to him."

With Goku drawing the creatures in, Kami might be able to mend the veil and put the creatures away in the jail the Previous Kami had made for them in the cold north.

A near-extinction of humans would not happen again on his watch.


One of the first things Hermione noticed as she snuck across the road was just how damaged everything was. Burns set across lawns, jagged holes blown into the buildings, strange dark stains splattered in odd places, car guts scattered across the ground, entire houses burned to ashes... This was the last place she wanted to be right now.

She could still feel the anger and confusion in the air.

It reminded Hermione entirely too much of what she'd seen of her own neighborhood. (And thank goodness Harri wasn't beside her to feel her anxiety at that- Harri already blamed herself too much and Hermione still felt guilty from the initial bout of anger she had placed upon her pseudo-sister during the first few weeks of her grief.) The only difference this town had: up in the sky a green skull glowed as it seemed to silently laugh at all below, jaw opened wide to allow for a snake to escape and encircle around it. At the sight of the Dark Mark an icy chill went down Hermione's spine. This place had been clearly claimed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters yet here she was breaking into the area thanks to Voldemort's lack of respect for other beings of magic (again).

Anxiously Hermione's eyes flitted back up to the dark sky, ignoring the mark made on the heavens above to scan the skyline as best as she could. She was looking for Hedwig. The snowy owl would have a sash with seven obsidian rune stones upon it. Colovaria had been cast to hide Hedwig's beautiful pure plumage (a fact Hedwig had protested against heavily in the beginning and had only been compliant enough to allow the charm cast upon her once it became clear that she would be left behind at the tent- not even a copious amount of bribes and begging from both Hermione and Harri had been enough to sway the proud owl) to a dark black that would blend into the night. A second later Hermione caught herself, shook her head.

"We just separated. Harri's fast but not that fast!" Hermione quietly berated herself.

Unlike with Crookshanks and Rajah, Hedwig did not apparate with them to Little Whining. Since Hedwig had flown, she wouldn't be able to enter the town until after the protective spells had been removed from around the town- which was part of what Harri had gone to do with the help of Crookshanks. The moment that Hermione could spot Hedwig she'd know that the spells were no more and once she had finished freeing those who had been captured, then Hermione would follow Hedwig to wherever Harri was. That's when Hermione would be able to help with whatever the next task Harri had set out for herself was.

There came a low hiss from Rajah. Not for the first time, Hermione wondered what it would be like if she could understand him on the same level that Harri could.

Hermione let out a hiss herself at nearly twisting her ankle on a rut in the lawn between two houses on the north side of Mangolia Crecent road. With a misstep forwards, Hermione soon caught her balance again- only to freeze behind one of the houses, just out of sight from the road. Her eyes widened and a hand came up to cover her mouth, just briefly managing to stifle a whimper that had wanted to escape.

She was too far to properly hear them but she could see exactly what was happening.

Just in front of her the air changed with condensed magic, indicating the start of a protected perimeter (something she wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't done mediation with Harri and Goku to grow more attuned with magic). She'd need to cast a detection spell to figure out which spell was currently at work and deactivate it. (Why there was a protection cast around the park to begin with was mystery as Hermione could not imagine anyone who would willingly want to go any closer- other than herself, who would have to approach sooner than later.) But from where she stood on the top of a small hill the park was easily visible.

Students had been secluded to the swing area. Most were huddled in groups. There were no Hogwart's staff present among them. Of what Hermione could tell, they were all third years and below. But the clear agony on their faces, how they sat in complete distress, eyes glazed with sorrow, cheeks streaked with tears... while most sought out comfort with each other, others still chose to sit apart with blank broken stares that saw nothing of the present world around them.

Hermione couldn't even fault them for that. Not when inferi surrounded them by the hundreds.

The reanimated puppets ambled about the park aimlessly, yet always kept a six foot radius away from the swings. What revolted Hermione the most was the clear difference in decay between each inferi. Some had clearly come from the previous army Voldemort had been known for during his first rise to power. The rest were fresh.

As Hermione stood there, frozen in her horror, she saw how some people in Death Eater regalia approached the students. The inferi didn't seem to care about them, simply moved to make room for the group in in black cloaks and bone white masks to walk past. Those students in groups together scurried back while those on their own didn't bother to react. A wand was lifted and Hermione felt fresh tears start to pour down her cheeks as one of the students fell, agony etched into their squirming features- the scream that left their mouth-

There was bang, like fireworks had gone off, from the west. It startled Hermione so much she'd stumbled straight into the whatever protection had been put in place around the park. Hermione landed hard on her knees as a high-pitched scream resounded in the air around her and all throughout the park.

The reaction from the army of inferi was instant. As one they all surged towards the west, bodies moving swiftly at a deadly sprint in the direction they'd chosen- not unlike a starving animal who'd just caught sight of an easy prey.

Another hiss left Rajah, one Hermione recognized as a warning. She blinked her eyes open, the pain of her knees dulling to a throb. Black wings caught at the edge of her vision, causing her to turn her head- only to yelp with shock as a group of five inferi made their rapid approach.

Sprung up on her knees Hermione reached into her wand holster- her mind reeling with a mix of natural horror and the plans she and Harri had gone over to deal with the inferi- and clutched her wand tight. Leveling it upon her quickly approaching foes, she flicked her wrist twice before she had to drop and roll out of the way.

Eight wet thumps hit the ground before she managed to push herself up to her feet and take a single moment to aim her wand once again.

The thick form of Rahjah was swiftly slithering towards her through the grass. Two inferi had been sliced in half completely while two had lost limbs and the third had received a badly aimed slice to the neck which left the head badly attached (it wobbled precariously which made the puppet unsteady with it's steps and while the entire creature was an abomination this made it even more unsightly).

There was only a second of hesitance (knowing that it would immediately give her position away) before Hermione set a line of fire between herself and the inferi so they would not attack her the moment that they were able. She then turned her attention to the park and the Death Eaters still within it who had taken notice of her.

"Remember Rajah, leave the inferi to me." Hermione reminded her companion even as she felt herself go pale at all the bodies that she was charged with saving.

While Harri did have the bigger job (in that it was her task to find both the goblet and the snake horcruxes- with the help of Crookshanks- along with taking down the main protection wards around Little Whining- so Hermione can do her job- and then sabotage whatever it was Voldemort was doing so that millions more people wouldn't suffer from Voldemort's presence) seeing the faces of those Hermione was charged with- and counting their number- made that squirmy fear of failure rear it's ugly head in her gut. The idea that the parents of whomever was left would care about the students and staff of Hogwarts enough to want to fight Voldemort to get them back gave Hermione a bit of a reprieve however. At that same moment Hermione couldn't help but admire Harri's bravery (once again, her pseudo-sister took nearly all the burden onto herself) all the while simultaneously motivating herself with that same bravery Harri showed so that Hermione wouldn't back down.

If Harri can be brave, take on more than her fair share in this entire ordeal, so can Hermione. They were both Gryffindors after all.

Hermione threw up her shield to block a spell that had been launched at her from afar and set her nerves straight. She'd save those who were left to be saved.


It was her turn. She trembled even as the pain that had exploded across her systems vanished. There was a high pitched ring in her ears and her throat felt raw and sore from her screams. (Inside, something didn't feel quite right anymore. Dysfunctional. This pain was different compared to before, where only the pain curse was used... Was it bad that she could tell it was different spell based on the amount of pain she felt?) Distantly Ginny wondered if this was her end.

After being saved by the Girl-Who-Lived in her first year, Ginny had dedicated herself to trying to help said heroin. Little things, really.

Ran out of ink? Ginny will learn the replenishing charm for that. A hole in her heroin's bag? Ginny will fix that by morning. Forgotten a quill? Ginny has extras she found laying around. Done with library books? Ginny will do the legwork and put them away. Had a bad day? Maybe Ginny will be able to work up the courage to read out a joke she'd looked up just for the occasion. Need to put up your hair? Ginny has extra elastics! Got a cold? Ginny has potions straight from Madam Pomfrey.

Not to mention that she wanted to be like her heroin to others- give them hope and strength. Be someone they can lean on in times of need.

But by third year, Ginny couldn't really do anything to help her heroin get through the tasks the Goblet of Fire had assigned her heroin to do. All her efforts in her second year felt like they had been hit with the vanishing charm. The Girl-Who-Lived all but cut herself off from the school entirely. It would be a lucky day just to catch sight of her heroin in the halls. Though any who dared plot against her heroin were quickly, mysteriously, hexed.

In comparison to how deprived of her heroin Ginny had been in third year, fourth year had been a dream. Sure Ginny had to live with the dictator of a teacher that had been hired that year but the woman had brought her heroin out of hiding! Ginny could go each day knowing that she'd get to see her heroin, find a way to help her heroin, learn from her heroin, and maybe even emulate her a little (who wouldn't want to live the life of the Girl-Who-Lived? She was strong, she was smart, she had boy's turning their heads in the halls without effort, she was fast, she was fit, she was the best female Seeker Ginny had ever seen, she was famous, she was rich, she was brave, she had survived the Killing Curse as a baby!).

The Girl-Who-Lived had even started up a club to help other students like Ginny actually learn under her instruction! Ginny had gotten several hours of pure Heroin Time and she loved it. She had even gained opportunities to push her heroin and her brother Ron closer together (she had found out about her mum's plan to marry her brother to the Girl-Who-Lived over the summer and Ginny had been ecstatic. Her heroin, the Girl-Who-Lived, as Ginny's sister? Yes! Ginny couldn't think of anything better) along with ways to help her heroin with the lesson plan.

Once Ginny had been bringing books from the library to the Room of Requirement. They were books that Ginny thought had useful spells that she'd like to learn under her heroin's fine tutelage. Fast asleep on top of books Ginny recognized she'd brought from a previous library run was her heroin. All at once Ginny had been curious at what the Girl-Who-Lived looked like without her glasses (besides, it couldn't have been very comfortable sleeping with that metal frame around her face). She'd been surprised and enraptured by her heroin's beauty, finding it a shame that she needed the glasses at all. But then her heroin had started to stir and the bravery Ginny had gained in the absence of her heroin's consciousness had vaporized on the spot. Before Ginny knew it she'd escaped the Room of Requirement. It was several days later that Ginny realized she still had her heroin's glasses, but by then her heroin really didn't need them anymore, and Ginny kept them close as the reminder that she had actually improved her heroin's life (by accident) greatly.

By fifth year Ginny had some mixed emotions. Her heroin had closed herself off considerably compared to the previous years yet Ginny still got to see her on a semi-regular basis. The little things that Ginny did didn't seem to amount to much anymore. Nor did it seem to be enough for Ginny either. She wanted to be closer to her heroin. To be able to speak to her heroin without fumbling or loosing her thoughts. At the same time Ginny couldn't help but compare herself to her heroin and found herself lacking. And wanting.

Roma Vane was only a year under Ginny and had thought he actually had a chance with her heroin. Under the guise that she'd help him, Ginny worked together with him to make a love potion. (Only instead of Roma, Ginny would key the potion to Ron.) While making said potion, somehow, Roma had shifted his affections from her heroin to herself. Ginny had been very flattered to hear how much he thought Ginny acted like her heroin, looked like her heroin, and even spoke like her heroin. She hadn't known how much she had wanted someone to confirm for her that she was doing those exact things correctly until then. How much Ginny wanted to be like her heroin.

Most importantly, it highlighted just how much Ginny wanted to hear those words of praise from the Girl-Who-Lived herself. The one whom Ginny looked up to and admired the most giving Ginny praise and attention? It'd be as though someone had gifted Ginny the very moon.

For the rest of that year Ginny worked on befriending Hermione whenever she could, determined to get close to her heroin's best friend. Through Hermione Ginny could then be exposed to more time around her heroin and have more chances to gain the approval she so very much wanted. Bask in her heroin's attention. However, while friendly, Hermione had been entirely too focused on work (not even course work at that) to try and make friends.

Ginny had resolved herself to get to know her heroin better in her sixth year- the last year that Ginny would share with her heroin together at Hogwarts. Over the summer she had come up with several plans to get her heroin's attention. From simple niceties to backup plans for the backup plans which steadily dipped into the boyish antics her brothers often pulled to get attention from their girlfriends.

Except her heroin didn't show up at Hogwarts like everyone else. In fact, she hadn't shown up at all. Neither her heroin or Hermione Granger.

And then the school was attacked- again. Only this time the Death Eaters took everyone with them. One by one Ginny had been forced to watch as students and teachers alike had been tortured until they either begged to join the Death Eater ranks or lost all sense of self. There were many who joined You-Know-Who out of fear of the pain curse being inflicted upon them- only to be told that they had to then inflict such a curse upon their fellow recruits before they could even think to accept the Mark on their arm.

Ginny didn't know what to do other than refuse to join and pray. Pray that her heroin would be able to locate her and be able to liberate her for a second time because there was no way Ginny was getting out of this without help.

(The second day of capture the Death Eaters imperiused one of the professors and made them run out into the field beyond the boundary of the swings. Within seconds the inferius were upon him, eviscerated him without mercy or care, only to stop when the pieces were everywhere. No one spoke about trying to get away anymore after that.)

And then it was her turn for the pain. Ginny didn't actually know how long it took or how many times the curse had been shot at her. She was only ever grateful that it stopped.

Blearily Ginny opened her eyes. Muted surprise passed through her at the information that it was dark out- late by the lowering position of the moon. What really held Ginny's attention was the body that stood just a foot away, in a protective stance in front of her. Something inside seemed to snap together as recognition hit her.

Her heroin. The Girl-Who-Lived stood there, wand alight with magic that met with a dark red from another wand. Ginny didn't even have the strength to flinch at the sight of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named though a violent terror threatened to freeze her place. Only with the knowledge that her heroin was actually there (not some image her mind had made up for comfort) did Ginny find the strength in herself to take a better glance around the area.

As it was her throat closed up as panic struck her, her eyes landed on an inferi that slowly approached her heroin from behind. You-Know-Who had created them- Ginny knew, as Professor Snape had gone over the subject the previous year in Defense Against the Dark Arts- which meant that he knew what they were doing as he controlled them. Which meant that he was keeping her heroin's attention firmly fixed upon him while he had the dead puppet approach from behind for an attack.

To kill her heroin? To capture her? Ginny couldn't be sure. Either way it wasn't something that Ginny wanted to see. Something desperate clutched at Ginny then- she needed to save the Girl-Who-Lived. There was no if, ands, or buts about it. Her eyes latched onto an odd doorway that didn't seem to match the house it was attached to whatsoever. There was no actual door either, just the frame that was big enough for a double door and the pitch darkness that was the inside of the house.

In that moment Ginny knew that she could make the distance. Get the Girl-Who-Lived inside where the only way in was through that doorway, which was easily guardable compared to her heroin's vulnerable back that was currently turned to danger.

Ginny didn't even register how the world felt like it was on fire as she forced her body to move, too determined and desperate to care about her limits. She tensed, swayed a little, then pounced with everything that she had. (Head turned, Ginny felt shock register through her as she witnessed the inferi fall to the ground as though it's feet were swept out from under it and long deep gouges that looked remarkably like claw marks started to tear into the face and neck.) There was a searing jolt that went down Ginny's spine through her shoulder as it met against her heroin's hip. Arms hugged her heroin's legs on instinct as they were both launched forwards together by Ginny's momentum- then they were through the doorway.

It wasn't a doorway at all.

Much like a portkey, it felt like a hook had snagged Ginny behind the navel to pull her along. But it wasn't just her navel. Those 'hooks' had sunk painfully into her wrists and ankles too. Then she was pulled through something that felt like acid, which was somehow worse than the pain curse and whatever else had been inflicted upon her under the Death Eater's 'care'.

Seconds or hours... Ginny didn't know how long it had lasted. She slammed hard onto the ground, her breath gone. Iron tasted in her mouth (had she bit her tongue?) and her entire body throbbed with pain.

Vaguely Ginny registered a groan and felt the prickle of relief to know that her hearing had recovered enough to hear it. That's about when the cold settled in. Memories of the screaming students and professors played behind her eyelids.

Ah, Ginny knew what this was too. Dementors. For a split second she wondered what they were doing here. Wondered where they had ended up. Only to feel assured that, at least, You-Know-Who nor his army of the dead were present.


A waxing gibbous moon was the only light to see by. Trees below looked like nothing more than a dark blue ocean with the speed that Nimbus traveled. Cold wind whipped Goku in the face, thankfully serving to calm him.

What could have possibly scared Kami so much? Goku had felt the cold terror ripple off the Guardian of Earth like it was a tangible thing. He couldn't even bring himself to ask any questions in the face of it, Goku had simply needed to act.

Which was why he was on Nimbus now, heading west to Mt Paozu.

Oddly enough the air only continued to get colder the further west Goku traveled. He thought it very similar to how he had felt in the plane years ago when he'd first gone north and discovered snow for the first time.

A shiver went through Goku as Mt Paozu came into view with the rising moon just behind it's tallest peak. The forests below began to break up with small valleys or fields of grass to separate them. Little rivers and creaks snaked their way through the land on their search for the ocean and the fast water glinted as whitecaps of crests refracted moonlight.

Any warm feeling Goku associated with his home, however, felt muted. Distorted. Wrong. He went entirely still as he listened intently. Nimbus slowed so the wind no longer whistled in his ears.

A gentle breeze blew through the bamboo, causing the younger stalks to clack against the ones around them. The water burbled and trickled as it moved along. But there were no sounds of night life. No silent movements of big cats stalking their prey. Near silent snores from the plains dinosaurs were absent. Not even the shadow of bodies that took residence in the treetops were present.

There wasn't anything living on his mountain. All the animals were gone. Goku had Nimbus fly lower to a field closest to his fishing spot and inspected the long grasses there as he flew over. There were patches that looked recently chewed, dirt upturned messily from lumbering weights.

It sent little reassurance through him to know that the life on the mountain had fled recently. Whatever had scared everything off was likely still present. Goku wasn't sure yet if that was to be a good or bad thing.

The cold was really bad now. Enough to induce shivers in him and cause ice to form on the trees and over the grass- a shudder came from below his feet. Alarm flared up in Goku as he turned his gaze to Nimbus, only to witness ice crawl up and over the yellow cloud. (Not even in the cold of the north had Nimbus been subjected to ice!) Several shudders and tremors ran up into Goku through his cloud. It struggled to keep going straight as it began to freeze from the outside in.

Just as Goku knelt, about to try and brush the ice off with his hands, his Nimbus plummeted. He let out a yell of surprise that was cut short when Nimbus abruptly regained flight.

"What's wrong wi-?" Was all Goku was able to ask before the cloud fell again, straight for the one of the rock spires closest to the base of Mt Paozu.

At the last moment Goku jumped off onto the ground below. Only to witness how his frozen Nimbus slammed into the rock spire that rose above him. Shards of ice flew in every which way and Goku had to cover his eyes with his arm for protection. When he brought his arm down again, Goku couldn't help but gape at the total destruction of his cloud.

This wasn't like the other times he'd lost Nimbus, where his cloud had evaporated into nothing. There were pieces of his cloud everywhere and Goku was torn between wanting to pick up every single piece so he could bring them somewhere to melt to see if he'll get his cloud back and just needing to mourn the initial loss of his cloud all over again.

Any decision that was to be made, however, quickly got put on the back burner. Something cold and foreign crept up and over him like a cloud that had snuffed out the sun. Anything that had been peaceful in the atmosphere of his mountain home, or even remotely happy, were swiftly sucked out of the very air. The world, suddenly, seemed like a very desolate place without any wonder or hope. This was not a place that Goku wanted to be.

A thick cloud of fog rolled in, chilling him to the bone. Shivers traveled up and down Goku's body without prompting. Abruptly he recalled the snowy bowl-like landscape up north that had been surrounded by mountains. The cold chill that had ensnared him then was reminiscent of what was happening now- only this was worse. Some of his most painful memories started to play across the back of his eyes.

When he realized how outmatched he'd been against Piccolo in their first encounter. The moment he'd realized Kuririn had been murdered. His fight against Tao before he climbed Korin's Tower. That night he had been certain that he'd be Roast Goku by morning because of the magnifying glass effect of the room he'd been shoved into with the rest of his friends. How he'd found his Grandpa's body in a bloody footprint one devastating morning.

A tremor wracked it's way up Goku's body. He'd fallen on his knees at some point, curled up with his forearms on the ground, forehead in the dirt. He made a fist, gathered earth in his hands. His chest hurt with the pain the memories dragged up.

All the times he'd been uncertain of Ri's health, if she'd even survived the night, if she'd get to reach out to him ever again... Would he see her again after tonight?

What... what had Kami told him? Back on the Lookout, before he left for Paozu. Hadn't Kami told him something important?

Two people stared at him from beyond a thick round window. Uncertainly, longing, hope and heartbreak were on their faces. The woman's face was streaked with tears while the man held her tightly. Something in Goku felt lost and abandoned as they got smaller and smaller...

There was a tug on his spirit energy. Someone or something was trying to leech it out of him. Goku's eyes snapped open (when had they closed?). Only there wasn't anything for him to see other than the images in his head. (Memories?) A second tug, then a third, and fourth- all in different directions at the same time. Goku shook his head, trying to concentrate on what was happening rather than the crushing despair that was trying to consume him. There wasn't anything around him (that he could see) but he could feel that something was there. And it (or they- there were certainly more than one by now) wanted his energy.

With great effort Goku concentrated on his hand, on opening it out of it's death grip around it's bit of earth. It was like someone had taken hundreds of rubber bands and used them to tie his fists closed. Bit by bit he managed to open his hand, palm out, gritting his teeth as he fought to take deep steadying breaths and clear his mind.

A rush of air hit his face, waking him. Curiously he stepped out of the round contraption he'd been in and took a look around. Forest and lots of stones were all around. But no matter where he looked, there were no others like him to greet him. He waited. And waited. And waited. Watched the moon as it grew fuller. He was abandoned. Alone. Hungry. Cold. There were creatures here who wanted to eat him. He was hunted. Prey. He will not be prey!

The sphere of Ki fizzled out from where Goku had attempted to form it within his hand. He shook his head hard and tried again. Clear the mind. Create the Ki. Focus it in a single point.

In the palm of his hand a circular Ki sphere grew. The moment it was large enough to hold it's shape Goku lifted his hand, aimed in the general direction he felt where his spirit energy was being sucked to, and let it fly free. There was a piercing screech that suddenly met his ears as the Ki sphere seemed to hit something, and Goku felt how there were two less things feeding off of him.

It was both easier and just as hard to gather the Ki for a second sphere and have it shot off in the opposite direction. With it gone, another screech followed, and Goku gasped as though he'd just rid himself a hundred tons from his shoulders. The fog was gone and with it left the bad memories. Though the feelings were less they were significantly more difficult to put away again. He wiped at his wet eyes as he sat back on his legs, a single streak of dirt being applied across his cheek for his troubles.

"What was that?" Goku muttered to himself as he got shakily up to his feet. He looked to his mountain and frowned. What was even happening?

A chill went down Goku's spine (though entirely different in nature to the chill those energy-stealing creatures had just caused). Were those things what Kami had spoken about? Was he supposed to keep them on his mountain?

If bad memories and induced crushing despair was all there was to it, maybe he would have given in to the instant desire to turn back to the Lookout just so that he could tell Kami off for not giving him a better warning. As it was, Goku was fairly certain there was more to it than just that and he did not want to find out what would happen to people like Bulma (who had no concept of control over their Ki) when they came across those invisible creatures. With one more look at the scattered Nimbus, Goku steeled himself and started up Mt Paozu's base.

As he ran Goku didn't much use his eyes to search the area but his senses. The world around him practically lit up with the life energy it contained. Minimal amounts for the earth, stones, and plants. Just a bit more of that energy for the animals who ate the plants, and a little more than that to the ones who ate other animals. Humans and other beings capable of speech typically had the most energy, unless they were martial artists- then their energy was refined to the point that it could be manipulated into Ki. A combination of the energies form the mind, body, and spirit.

With a clear mind, a still spirit, and concentration Goku could pick out the energies around him easily.

If he hadn't just been ambushed by some sort of invisible emotion-monster this would have been easy. But he had been. Now the image of those two people staring after him kept bubbling back up like a sour burp, unwilling to be put back wherever it had been tucked away to begin with. Each time it came up a sting like something fierce struck him in the chest and the sense of waiting and waiting and waiting came back worse. (The feeling stung even more as he could link it to how he felt about the situation with Ri and the Dragonballs easily.)

Goku glanced at the waterfall to his fishing spot. Somehow it's usual rumbling roar felt muted. Not as intense. Several chunks of ice fell down the falls, only for the frozen water to pop back up violently from under the surface a second later. With the appearance of the ice another chill went through Goku, only this time he managed to keep his mind clear enough to actually sense them approach. It nearly had him stop completely.

Never had he felt such a thing before. It wasn't alive, as far as Goku could tell. In fact it didn't even seem to have a body of any sort. As it moved it seemed to take a bit of everything from the land around it, as though it couldn't retain it's own energy to begin with. And it was heading straight for him. Scratch that- seven of them were headed his way.

Where did these things even come from?

Better yet: what were they after?

With a frown Goku flared his Ki as he watched the creatures carefully with his senses. They didn't seem to speed up or slow down in the least. (Perhaps they only had one speed?)

He angled his hand towards the northwest and created another ball of Ki the size of a softball. When he let it go it flew between two of the creatures that he could sense.

There was no pause in their movements. Instead the one of them simply followed after the Ki, much like a dog who had noticed it's favorite ball get thrown, while the other ignored it all together.

His fishing spot quickly disappeared from view as Goku entered a small patch of forest that separated the small lake from the mountain road that lead up to his Grandpa's hut. (The very same that Bulma had sped down all those years ago and hit him with her car.) The air left Goku's mouth in visible clouds now. Only by circulating his Ki through his body did Goku lessen the effects that such cold would have had on him. A dread built up in his stomach as the number of the creatures he sensed only grew.

Ten, fifteen, thirty...

Goku gave a curse as a realization dawned on him. He knew why these creatures didn't appear to be in any hurry: they were waiting for him. A nonentity these things might be but they had both sensed where he was and could guess where he would be.

Teeth grit, he tried to force down his thoughts and feelings to be dealt with later. He needed a clear mind to deal with these things. No room for doubts or worries at the moment.

A thick fog lay ahead, obscuring any view Goku would have had of his Grandpa's hut by now. There was no longer any dirt on the road- only ice. It crunched under his shoes unpleasantly, made his steps uncertain and deliberately light.

Fifty-five, seventy, ninety-eight...

Goku stopped, entire body shuddering as he lifted up his arms and created Ki blasts. His instincts screamed at him to leave, flee as fast as he could, that danger was here. Only for him to pause with confusion.

Two energy signatures- humans- popped into existence- the distant sound of a loud crack sounded with their sudden existence. They weren't regular humans, but they weren't fighters either. Something about them felt... other. A new source of energy.

It took a moment before Goku recognized it. For he had felt this energy before in small bursts being used, areas where it lingered in the air, and the faint remainder of it on objects. In fact he wore several garments with this other energy still on it.

Magic. Two people of magic had appeared on his mountain.

By the feel of it, they were very close to his Grandpa's hut, if not directly beside it. And these people weren't doing well either.

One of the two who showed up felt disconnected from magic despite the fact that said magic seemed to want to envelop them, like the second person who almost felt like magic was what they are rather than a part of them. Most concerning however was just how low their Ki sources were (though the one more connected to magic actually had more energy than the other person). Dangerously low for any human.

Then the invisible creatures seemed to take notice of the new bodies as well. They surged forwards eagerly upon the position of the people of magic, as though presented with a buffet. For one morbid moment Goku felt rather curious as to what those creatures would actually do.

Of course he didn't really want to know- not at the possible cost of people's lives anyhow- and quickly surged forwards again. While he didn't recognize the energy signatures of these two humans (no matter how weak, he could tell when the energy belonged to someone he'd already met) their energy wasn't tainted with malice.

Cold enveloped Goku completely the moment that he entered the thick fog. He couldn't see more than his own hand in front of him. Below the ground crunched as thin ice broke underfoot.

A group of five creatures seemed to approach the people of magic first. Goku raised his hand and released a miniature Ki blast in the general direction of those five creatures clustered together. As the Ki reached them screeches sounded and bounced eerily within the fog.

While the blast dissipated the creatures scattered from the area, uplifting some of the fog. For a moment Goku could see the forest that surrounded his Grandpa's hut. Then the fog drifted in again, like sea water rushing to fill a hole in the sand. With it came several more creatures that seemed eager to greet him.

It was by memory alone that Goku traveled forwards, against instincts to run, without getting lost. His movements were slow compared to when he hadn't been robbed of his sight. As he went he released small blasts of Ki that poked momentary holes in the wall of freezing fog that had enveloped everything and pushed the creatures away for precious seconds. The people of magic had barely moved (were they frozen in fear? Too injured to save themselves?) from where they had first appeared and Goku was certain that the scent of blood in the air grew stronger the closer he got to them.

When he'd nearly reached the front door to the hut, Goku heard a grunt from around back. Then a voice.

"-ine... you can... can do it Gin-" Even as the person who spoke broke off to give a wet cough, Goku froze as recognition sent an electric current straight down his spine.

There was no way-

A wish hadn't been made-

"...It's so... cold. Harri..."

"Ignore... ignore it, Ginny." Ri's sweet voice replied back sternly. It sounded worn and strained all at once. But it was Harri's voice. "You need... need to help me... move you. The dementors... there are so many here... I don't... don't know why... we're still... and something's wrong... wrong with my... my magic."

Still reeling (disbelieving) at what he was hearing Goku jolted as he felt the presence of another person with magic appear. There was a loud crack, like a tree that got struck by lighting, followed by a solid thud.

Silence reined as the fog somehow got even thicker. Goku silently made the rest of the way to his Grandpa's hut. Distracted as he was by his fixation on Ri's presence, his awareness of the tainted and fractured life energy of the newest human of magic in the area that was entirely too close to her, and how hundreds of invisible creatures that wanted to steal their energy floated just above them all- barely held back by his blasts of Ki- Goku nearly ran straight into the wall of the little hut.

"Tom," Ri sneered, all fatigue gone from her voice. Goku followed the sound eagerly and nearly stumbled at the sudden static-like wave that washed over him. "Nice of you to join us."

As though being pushed, the fog rolled past Goku until the area was somewhat clear. It looked as though a large dome had been created around him. Within the dome was his Grandpa's hut, the start of the treeline behind it, and three other people other than himself. All around Goku could feel how the creatures pressed in on this dome but were seemingly held at bay.

His gaze swept past the black robe-clad figure (whose energy was tainted just like Demon King Piccolo's was) closest to his Grandpa's hut and himself, noted the fact that there seemed to be an injured red-headed person with a glazed gaze prone on the ground, and drunk in the image that Ri presented.

She stood in a firm heiko dachi stance, green eyes ablaze with glacial fury as she stared down the robed figure. The very air around her seemed to both shimmer and give off a soft crackle noise as though it were liable to spontaneously catch flame at any second. Without doing any more than narrowing her eyes in warning Ri gave off a sense of absolute danger and power that warned anyone who would dare approach any closer of their imminent death.

While breath taking (it's actually her in front of him and he wasn't imagining things), Goku knew exactly what she was doing with a single look. He could see how pale her skin was, how sweat coated her brow as a tremor of pain rolled over her. There was the start of a dark stain across her abdomen that stopped at her hip which steadily continued to soak the black cloth of her battered turtleneck sweater. (There was no wind within the dome of fog but that didn't stop the sharp metallic scent from reaching him.) Red painted her lips while a splotch of it colored the frozen ground near her feet.

Ri was putting on a show to intimidate her opponent. While it was a good one, Goku wasn't so sure if said person would buy her bluff. Not when the strain of such an act was plain for him to see. There was no way Ri would be able to keep this up for much longer.

"Harri Potter..." the black robed figure replied lowly, "and here I thought... you would have run away once again... like the coward you are."

Unlike Ri, Goku bristled at the accusation. (His Ri? A coward?)

"That trip through the portal sure was something, wasn't it Tom?" Harri replied instead, her smile she gave him was filled with knowing. None of the pain that she was (clearly) in was clued at in her voice. "Have you caught your breath yet?"

"Watch your mouth... Girl." Tom spat back. Goku nearly let the growl that had formed in his throat escape with how Ri flinched at the address.

"It was foolish of you to come here, Tom." Ri replied softly but firmly. She slid into a zenkutsu dachi stance just as a green spell was launched in her direction.

There was no thought as Goku moved, even as the yelled named of the spell sent cold recognition through him. She saw him the instant that he moved. Green eyes widened with shock as they landed on his form then filled abject terror as she realized what he was about to do.

Beating the green beam of magic to Ri was child's play for Goku. He stood in front of her, used his tail to catch her ('cause she had already moved to try and push him out of the way- something her body had protested against- which had been utterly futile though he could commend her effort) and used his gi belt like a whip to bat the magic away.

As though he'd set off a bomb the mid-air spell exploded upon contact. Green fire and smoke engulfed the area before him, singed his skin and lit up his gi belt with a crackle as though it were made of dry pine needles rather than fabric. With a grunt Goku managed to shield Ri from the explosion (and subsequently the red head on the ground behind Ri) by spinning around on his heel to tug her down into a crouch within the circle of his arms.

With Ri so close (She's real! She's here! She's alive!) and tucked safely under his chin Goku nearly missed how his senses told him of the arrival of several more people of magic. Then one started to scream.

All at once the fog that had been held back began to collapse inwards. Like an avalanche it swept down towards them, ready to engulf them all. Goku couldn't see them, but it was clear to him by the terror on the other's faces that they could. Hundreds of the creatures were swooping down to them and the magic users could barely move from what Goku could see. (Wherever everyone was appearing from, the trip really seemed to take it's tole.)

"Hermione...!" Ri gasped, drawing Goku's attention to the brunette witch who had shakily gotten up from the ground, her brown eyes wide and face pale as she stared at whatever form the creatures took in her eyes. Then the fog engulfed their vision until it was all that could be seen.

Echoed all around them, the screams turned to wails and sobs.


A/N: Okay, how many of you thought that Goku was just gonna tank that blast for her? xD

This is the official end of Part One to Across To Elsewhere. Thank you so much to those of you who stuck around to read the entire thing through and sent me your comments!

Will there be more to the story? Yes, there will! Now that they're BOTH in DB it'll be more centered on the plot going on there, though that doesn't mean the HP world will be completely forgotten.

When will the next part come out?! I'm not sure yet. Like I said before, my work sorta got deleted... so unfortunately, it'll be a while. A lot longer than I previously planed anyhow.

Lastly, even if Part One is done, I still love to read your comments! Please, don't be afraid to leave one. 3