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Chapter 1: The Most Protected Place in the World
A giant of a man appeared next to the smoldering ruins of what had once been a humble home. The ruined house looked to have been the site of a small explosion, which had scattered pieces of the home all over the small yard and caused the roof to cave in. The man twice as tall as a normal man and easily five times as wide had to scrunch down and squeeze through the large opening in the still standing walls that was where the front door had once been. He could be seen only minutes later gently cradling the bodies of a young man and woman in his trashcan sized hands as he laid them on a relatively clear portion of the lawn outside.
James and Lilly Potter looked ordinary enough. And even in death they looked to be only sleeping at first glance. But if you had come up to Rubeus Hagrid while he was laying their bodies down he would have told you how extraordinarily wonderful and courageous and kind they were while rivulets of tears ran from his shinny black eyes down into his scraggy beard.
The Potters were not ordinary at all; they were wizards. Or more correctly Mr. Potter was a wizard, Mrs. Potter, as a woman would be more appropriately called a witch. And they weren't just any witch and wizard, they had successfully foiled Lord Voldemort, possibly the most terrible and evil wizard of their era three times and lived to tell about it; a feat that bespoke not only of great bravery, but of their great power as well.
When Voldemort had begun his campaign of terror the Potters had joined the unofficial, official resistance to the Dark Lord, the Order of the Phoenix, led by Albus Dumbledore. Under the leadership of the man who had destroyed the Dark Wizard Grindlewald and current Headmaster for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the Potters had hoped to one day be able to raise the son they had been expecting in a world free of the taint of Dark Magic. But then the unthinkable had happened. A prophecy had been made that a boy would be born at the end of July to parents that had thrice defied the Dark Lord that would have the power to destroy him.
So after their son had been born on the 31st of July they went into hiding using some of the most ancient of magics still known to hide themselves. But it hadn't been enough. They had been betrayed and after just over a year of hiding Voldemort had paid them a visit on All-Hallows-Eve. He had murdered them, but somehow when he had tried to kill their son, he had failed. Voldemort's magic had rebounded destroying him and leaving little Harry with only a scratch.
It was to find this boy who lived through what no one else had ever survived, that Dumbledore had sent Hagrid. And Hagrid was determined to complete his mission. He searched the wreckage with a gentleness and care that belied his size. He searched so diligently that he didn't appear to notice the loud sound of the motorcycle engine as it swooped down out of the air. Sirius Black looked haggard as he jumped off his bike and ran into the wreckage calling out the names of his friends, but it was too late. James and Lilly were dead and they couldn't find Harry. But, if they had just looked up, they might have seen the dark silhouette of the carpet that was carrying little Harry Potter to his new home on the other side of the world creeping toward the horizon.
When the two left to inform Dumbledore of what they'd found, they didn't know that there were others already starting their own search for the boy. Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange each searched with a small group of their fellow Death Eaters, the followers of Voldemort in his reign of terror. They had been summoned like nearly all the host of Death Eaters to the Dark Lord's hidden lair to celebrate their master's defeat of the Potters. They all knew that there was something that their master wasn't telling them about the Potters, but none of them knew of the Prophecy. But something had gone terribly wrong they'd all fallen over with the most intense pain any of them had ever felt from their master's dark mark on their forearms.
One does not simply leave once the Dark Lord Voldemort has summoned them. Nor was it particularly wise to be late when responding to his summons. So it was with ever increasing trepidation that the Lucius and Bellatrix waited until finally both leapt into action, each gathering a few of their companions that they knew to be faithful to them, and left to find their master. Neither was willing to share any information with the other on where they might go or how they would find their master or the Potters. Each wanted the power and prestige that they hoped would be bestowed upon them if they were successful in finding and aiding him.
So it was that while most of the wizarding world on the great isle of Britain celebrated, their antics drawing the unknowing attention of the non-magical population that they normally took great pains to hide from, a select group of witches and wizards scoured the island for the hero the rest were praising. While giving the illusion to the outside world that he had the infant safely secreted away; Albus Dumbledore secretly mobilized the Order of the Phoenix to find the missing child. Fooled by the Headmaster's deception Death Eaters searched anywhere they thought Dumbledore cold be hiding the boy. Frank and Alice Longbottom, two respected Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix were tortured to insanity by the Lestranges who were subsequently captured and sentenced to life in Azkaban for their crimes. Harry's only living relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were also tortured and killed, orphaning their son Dudley. The perpetrators were never caught.
Finally a few hectic months later, after most of the Death Eaters had given up their search and had either been captured, gone underground or found some way to barter for their freedom, the Order of the Phoenix ran out of leads. Dumbledore stepped out of his chambers into his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to find a note on his desk. The letter was short and simple, but left no clue as to how it had been delivered to his desk. It simply stated that Harry Potter was in the most protected place on earth and would not require assistance until it came time for him to attend school and kindly requested that he be allowed to attend at that time. The note was signed simply, Kami.
Out of options Albus Dumbledore disbanded the search informing the Order of the Phoenix that Harry was being protected and would be returning to go to school, his current location a secret. The announcement was met with murmurs of disbelief, but having run out of clues and with the war over most had lives to live and families of their own to look after.
This however did not stop Albus Dumbledore from continuing the search. He searched for the name Kami, but only found it in the roots of a couple of languages for the word ghost or spirit. He wracked his brain on countless nights trying to determine who would call himself a ghost. He looked for what could be considered the most protected place on earth and when that failed he looked for what others might believe were the most protected places. In the end ten years of running the long since over race only brought him closer to his goal by eliminating hundreds of places he wasn't and hundreds of spells and rituals that couldn't divine the boy's location.
So it was with no small amount of trepidation that the greatest Headmaster of the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry waited at his desk for a report from his transfiguration teacher and deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagall about the acceptance letters that were sent to the young witches and wizards all over Britain who had qualified to attend the oldest school for magic in the country that year. More particularly he was waiting to find out if the owl they had sent with the young Harry Potter's letter would be returned.
So it was while Dumbledore sat in with feigned patience, waiting for what he hoped would be good news that he was interrupted by a flash of light and puff of smoke. Looking at his desk and seeing a similar piece of parchment to the one he had received ten years ago he waited for his ponderously high blood pressure to recede before beginning to read it. By the time he allowed himself to read it he found himself excitedly pondering what previously unknown form of magic could have delivered it to him and consequentially found himself so distracted he had to read the letter twice before he felt he understood the important points. Feeling decades younger, Dumbledore leant back in his chair and closed his eyes, forcibly preventing himself from jumping into action. He'd learned long ago the price of impulsiveness. He forced himself to think the matter through three times before he through a pinch of powder into his fire place and put his head through the now blue flames to start giving orders.
It had been ten years since Kami had delivered Harry Potter to his new family. He had grown into a healthy young man who was about to turn eleven. His hair was still as unruly as ever, sticking up in all directions just like his father and brother's hair. But unlike his brother's hair, no amount of styling gel or other hair products could make it lie down. He knew that because his mother had tried everything she could think of to get it to lie down over the lightning shaped scar on his forehead, including putting 2 whole bottles of gel in his hair. Harry was glad it hadn't worked he liked his scar. He thought it made him look tough as if the scar were the remnant of some battle he had once fought.
This day found Harry traipsing through the forest near the mountain home he'd been raised in wearing a loose blue training gi. The gi was sleeveless and showed the soft bulges of his muscular form that seemed out of place on such a young boy. He moved at a fair clip running and jumping between the trees, enjoying the sights and smells as well as the feel of the wind on his face.
He knew his mother was up to something. She didn't usually let him spend the day outside very often. He and his brother usually spent the day studying in their room. But today he'd been sent outside and his brother had been sent on errands. His birthday wasn't for a few days and Harry couldn't think of anything his mum would need his brother out of the house for.
Giving up on trying to figure out what his mum was up to Harry let his mind wander. He'd had a strange dream about a flying motorcycle. It was definitely more pleasant than the dreams he sometimes had about the flashes of green light. He didn't know what that light meant, but someone he knew it was bad.
Harry wondered what it would be like to ride something like a motorcycle that flew. Would it be exciting to have to hold on tight to something as it zipped through the air? Harry loved flying; he'd been doing it since he was six and it never failed to soothe him when left the ground and his worries far behind.
While Harry floated lazily through the air, his foster mother was in the kitchen. She wore traditional Chinese clothing and wore her hair in a tight bun. Piccolo had told her the day before to expect a visitor from a school in England. Apparently Harry's birth parents had left him a scholarship at this school. She'd already made tea and now she was baking cookies to keep her hands busy and help her calm her nerves.
Normally she would have been ecstatic at the idea of being able to send one of her sons to a private school. But this was a school for magic and she knew that if was Piccolo that wanted him to go there, then it must be part of some plan to get her boys to save the world again. But saving the world wouldn't earn her sons a living or give them the money to pay their bills and raise a family. They need a good education to do that and she wanted her boys to have all the good things in life. She'd grown up rich and she didn't regret the modest life style she had been able to share with her husband, and she tried to teach her sons where to find real happiness in life, but she wanted them to be able to live as well off as they'd like to.
Chichi wasn't a fool: she knew that if some tyrant conquered the world, or blew it up or killed everyone on it their educations wouldn't do anything for them. Somebody had to save the world, but why did it always have to be her boys? The last time she'd lost her husband, for good this time. And if it hadn't been for Harry, she wasn't sure Gohan would have ever fought again. She wanted her sons to learn to discipline themselves and work hard, but she didn't want them to completely give up on the things they enjoyed. She was a martial artist too after all. She enjoyed a good fighting match every once in a while. She just knew there were more important things in life than the thrill of a good fight. Was that so wrong?
Chichi's mental rant was interrupted by a loud bang. She stopped what she was doing to listen and when she heard the second bang she could tell that it came from the door. She didn't know who could knock on the door and make it sound like a cannon, but if it was another one of those martial artists her husband had beaten tracking him down for a rematch she was going to beat them senseless. She could use the opportunity to beat someone down to help her relieve the stress from all that worrying about her babies and waiting for the representative from that foreign school.
She'd managed to work herself into a small frenzy by the time the third boom sounded at her door. "Coming!" she yelled as she stormed toward the door. Her breath was coming in loud huffs as she grabbed the doorknob with flour-covered hands. Chichi threw the door open with a violent movement of shoulders, but whatever she was about to yell choked and died in her open mouth. Where she had expected to find the offending guest's face she only saw stomach. Slowly following the scraggily beard that hung to just below the goliath of a man's chest she finally met his shiny black eyes that seemed to glitter with a bemused mirth.
Now considering the size of her father one wouldn't expect her to be rendered speechless just by the sight of an inhumanly large man, but in all fairness her father was a little wider than the man that stood in front of her, but this man stood a good head and shoulders taller than her father who and been appropriately named Ox. The shock didn't last long however, she quickly regained the wind in her sails and her lungs. "If you're looking for my husband you're too late he's gone, but if it's a fight you want make it quick." Chichi didn't even remove her apron as she gestured to the grassy area in front of her home. "I've got someone coming from a school that accepted my son, so I don't have much time."
Hagrid was taken aback. Due to his size he'd been challenged to his fair share of duels by the wizards he went to school with, but he didn't think he'd ever been challenged to a fist fight. But here stood a woman of no remarkable size challenging him to a fight. It took him a second to regain his voice before he could respond. "I'm not here to fight ya." Hagrid put his hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm Reubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft at Wizardry; I'm here ta talk ta Harry bout goin' to school."
Hagrid waited as the small lady looked him up and down a couple of times. For a second he was worried that the translation spell wasn't working, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. If Dumbledore had cast it, it was sure to work.
Hesitantly, Chichi bowed. "I'm sorry, I'd thought you were someone else. I'm Son Chichi." There was a tense moment while Chichi kept her head down before Hagrid bowed hesitantly in return.
"Not a problem ma'am," he replied a little nervously.
"Please come inside," she said as she led Hagrid into her home and directed him to a sitting room. "Have a seat. I'll be back in a moment." Hagrid did as she asked and sat himself down on a couch. He was nervous. Harry Potter had disappeared so many years ago and Albus Dumbledore had given him the mission of bringing him back even though he'd been the one that lost him the first time.
He didn't have time to brood as his host returned quickly, her apron gone and her hands clean. She was carrying in a tray with two cups of tea and what smelt like freshly baked cookies, which she set down on a small coffee table and offered him before she sat opposite him. "I understand that you're school has accepted my Harry even though we've not submitted any transcripts?"
"Yes ma'am, he's been on the list since the day he was born." Hagrid replied not sure what a transcript was.
"I see," was her response, but the way she looked at him, suggested that she clearly thought there was more to something than Hagrid was letting on. She leaned back, causing Hagrid to visibly relax before she continued. "So why do you really want my son, what do you need him to save you from?"
Hagrid was completely taken back by this. Of all the questions he thought he might be asked this definitely wasn't one of them. And before he could collect himself to respond she continued: "Look, I know something's going on. Why else would Piccolo suggest sending Harry to this school of yours? What do you need my boys to fight?"
"Nuthin' ma'am; there's nothing dangerous at Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore would never let anything happen to one of the students."
"Then why would Piccolo want him to go? He only ever wants them to do something dangerous." Chichi crossed her arms, and eyed the grounds keeper as if daring him to deny it.
"I don't know no one named Piccolo ma'am," Hagrid began. "Harry's parents made arrangements for him to come before they died so we…"
Hagrid was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and a young voice yelling, "Mom, I'm back with the groceries."
Chichi eyed the large man warily before yelling back. "That's good Gohan, put them away and then go get your brother there's someone here to see him."
Due to how badly it had been going, Hagrid was hesitant to continue the conversation. Surprisingly Chichi seemed content to wait so Hagrid sat in uncomfortable silence. But it was only moments before he heard the door open and close. The boy must not have gotten many groceries. It seemed that it was only moments later that he heard the door open and close once again and another boy called out, "We're back mum!"
"Come to the living room Harry, there's someone to see you." Chichi called back. Hagrid turned his head in time to see the two most muscular boys he'd ever seen walk in and sit on either side of Chichi. The boys looked so similar that Hagrid had to look back and forth at them for a minute to sort them out. They each had messy black hair and their faces were similar enough that they definitely looked like brothers. They were both wearing what looked like some kind of strange pajamas, but while one had the darkest eyes he'd ever seen, the smaller of the two had piercing green eyes with a lightning bolt shaped scar above one of them.
"Ah, Harry, it's good to see yeh." Hagrid turned to the slightly smaller boy. "I've not seen yeh since yeh were a wee little babe in your mothers arms. Yeh look just like your dad, 'cept you've got your mum's eyes. Good thing too, since your dad couldn't see wha' was right'n front o'him less he had his glasses on."
"Well Mr. Piccolo fixed my eyes when I was six," Harry began a little nervously. He didn't know who this was, but this man seemed to know him. But his dad didn't have any problems seeing, unless… "Did you know my birth parents?"
"O'course, who else could I have been talkin' abou'?" Hagrid replied jovially. "I met 'em both when they were just starting Hogwarts. Your dad already thought your mum was the prettiest girl in the world but back then your mum thought all boys were prats."
Harry looked over at the woman he'd grown up calling his mother to see how she was taking all this talk about his biological parents. She seemed pretty stoic about the whole thing. Looking past her he could see Gohan who seemed genuinely excited for him.
Still nervous he turned back to the stranger who had come to see him. "I'm sorry but who are you and what can I do for you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, where are my manners?" Chichi chimed in before Hagrid could say anything. "This is Mr. Hagrid, he represents a school that accepted you." Then she turned to Hagrid. "You seem to already know Harry, this is my other son, Gohan."
"How do yeh do?" Hagrid replied politely.
"School?" Harry questioned his mother. He didn't remember her ever mentioning sending of applications for schools. He and his brother had always been taught at home.
"Of course a school," Hagrid chimed in. "Haven't you ever wondered where your parents learned it all?"
"Learned all what?" Harry asked, he didn't want to upset his mother, but he didn't really know much about his biological parents.
This seemed to be the wrong thing to say as the giant of the man paused shocked and then turned to his mum. "Yeh mean yeh never told him about anything?"
Hagrid's voice had gotten louder, but Chichi's response was even louder. "What was I supposed to tell him? All Kami said when he gave Harry to us was that he had some power that even my husband, Goku would never have. Goku wanted to start training him to fight right then." She said the last quietly. Apparently it was still hard for her to talk about her husband who had only been dead for a few months. "And Piccolo just gave me your letter yesterday!" Her volume returned just as suddenly as it had dropped off. "I was hoping you would be able to fill us all in on what was going on!"
Apparently Hagrid looked sufficiently taken aback, because Chichi stopped. It was a good thing too. Harry knew that if Hagrid didn't look sufficiently repentant there'd be no chance of Harry going to this school or of Hagrid getting out of the house without a big lump on his head.
"I'm sorry ma'am," Hagrid said abashed. "I thought yeh'd been told. Yeh see Harry's parents were famous…he's famous." Hagrid seemed to almost be at a loss for words.
"How can my biological parents have been famous? I've never heard of them. I don't even know who they are." Harry questioned
"Harry, yeh mean you really don't know what yeh are?" Hagrid asked. He almost seemed sad.
"I'm just Harry," was all he could think to say.
"Just Harry he says," Hagrid actually chuckled. "Harry, yer a wizard."
"A wizard, there must be some mistake."
"There's no mistake Harry," Hagrid smiled making his beard bristle and eyes twinkle. "How could the son of James and Lilly Potter, maybe the greatest witch and wizard of their generation be anythin' but a wizard? An' I reckon yeh'll be a thumpin' good'un too once yeh've been trained up a bit."
"But I'm not that special, there are tons of people stronger than me."
"Yah, tons Harry," Gohan broke in. "There's me, Dad, Mr. Piccolo and Vegita."
"Yah, and eventually Trunks and Mom's new baby," Harry replied sulkily.
"It'll be years before they're any where near as strong as you, Harry."
"Maybe, but they all will be and then they'll become super-saiyans and I'll still be at my limit."
"But it'll be great don't you see," Gohan said excitedly. "If you can do magic you'll have a power we don't have. You'll be able to do things that even a super-saiyan can't do."
"If I can even do magic," Harry responded morosely.
Hagrid didn't seem to be able to keep up with what the boys were talking about, but he understood the last bit. "Harry, O'course yeh can do magic. Haven't yeh ever done something yeh didn't know how yeh did it, or made things happen when yeh was scared or angry?"
That one question suddenly made a lot of things make a lot more sense to everyone that heard it. Even high on Kami's look out where two green men stood listening in on the conversation. Piccolo remembered the first fight he'd ever been in with Harry. He and his brother Gohan had been trapped in their uncle's space pod while their uncle Raditz was attempting to crush their father under his boot. Both were screaming when suddenly the pod exploded and Gohan in his rage had generated more power than he had ever felt.
Gohan lost all his power after a single blow. But what a blow, it took several moments for Raditz to recover from it. But it was when he started stalking toward Gohan that Harry had shown his hidden power. He hadn't even left the wreckage of the pod, when he yelled out to Raditz telling the saiyan to leave his brother alone. And when Raditz didn't listen he found himself with several gashes in his legs from the sharp spikes that had suddenly come out of the ground around him. When he'd charged Harry the boy had lifted his hands up in front of himself and a stone hand came up from the ground between him and the charging saiyan. It hadn't been enough, Raditz punched right through it and knocked the boy out. But Piccolo knew then that that boy had something to offer in defending the planet.
Back in the small home in the mountains Gohan was remembering a different event. After that brute Nappa had killed Mr. Piccolo he'd been enraged and blasted him with everything he had and Nappa just shook it off like it was nothing. But then Harry had screamed and held one hand out to his side. Everyone had just stood awe-struck as wind and fire had started to whip around above his hand in a disk that somehow you could just see was razor sharp. Bitts of rock and sand were sucked in and then suddenly the disc twisted in on itself forming a swirling, spinning vortex. Harry brought the spinning sphere in front of him and the winds and flames intensified until he yelled again and blasted it at Nappa. If Vegeta hadn't told him to get out of the way because the scouter couldn't recognize the energy, Gohan was convinced that Nappa would have been destroyed. But Gohan would never forget the terrible grinding sound that ball had made when it hit that cliff face or the site of the scorched crater with deep slashes running through it at odd angles.
Chichi finally understood why she could never get Harry's hair to lie down no matter how much gel she used. Then there was the time that she kept cutting his hair shorter and shorter until she'd accidentally cut it too short. Then the next day it had grown out again.
Finally things made a bit more sense to Harry. All the things he'd learned to do that Gohan hadn't while they were alone in the forest together. The way he could pop around and the sword he'd been able to make appear when his sword had been knocked away during a fight with one of the monsters in that place. The tricks had made up for his being weaker and slower than Gohan for a while. Then Gohan had transformed into a super saiyan, but he never learned to do the techniques that Harry had. Now Harry knew why, Gohan couldn't because it was magic. Even his dad's instant transmission technique was different from Harry's teleportation.
Hagrid cold apparently read what they were thinking by the looks on their faces. "Harry Potter not able to do magic…Just yeh wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts."
"Famous? What would I be famous for?" Harry asked uncomfortably.
"Harry yeh really don't know?" Hagrid asked somewhat sadly
The suspense had apparently been enough for Chichi, because while he was shaking his head Chichi spoke up. "Of course he doesn't know! No one told us anything!"
"I'm sorry," Hagrid said placating as he lifted his hands in front of himself. "It's just that everybody in our world knows the story. They even tell it to their children as a bedtime story."
"I bet that's going to make you real popular with the girls, Harry," Gohan chimed in.
"Be quiet," was all that Harry managed to say through his blush.
Chichi wasn't so easily distracted. "What do you mean your world?"
"Well the Magical World." Hagrid replied shakily. Something about the small woman seemed to unnerve him in a way he'd never experienced before.
"And that's different from my world?" Chichi's tone of voice suggested there would be consequences if he didn't answer her question correctly.
"Well… ehh…we kinda keep to ourselves," was all Hagrid could think to say.
This time Gohan decided to try and deflect his mother's ire. "It's grammatically correct to refer to another society as another world if they keep it separate or secret enough mum. But I didn't know you could speak English this well."
"Well I had to be able to correct your mistakes," Chichi said airily, without elaborating on when or how much she'd studied.
Hagrid was about to explain about the spell that had been past to allow everyone to understand each other around him. However his silence drew Chichi's attention back to him. "So are you going to tell us or not?"
"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea how much yeh didn't know. And I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell …but someone's gotta…Harry can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'."
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh…mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..." He stared at something behind them for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with—with a person called…but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows…"
"Who?" The slight traces of excitement in Harry and Gohan's voice seemed to unnerve Hagrid
"Well -- I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?" This time all three responded at once.
"Gulpin' gargoyles, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went...bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Gohan suggested.
"Nah…can't spell it. All right…Voldemort." Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this-this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too…some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was getting' himself power, all right. Dark days. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches...terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him…an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
"Now, yer mum an' dad, Harry were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before...probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side.
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where they was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. Harry was just a year old. He came ter their house an'-an'…" Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.
"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad …knew Harry's mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find…anyway...
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then – an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing—he tried to kill you too, Harry. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. You see that mark on yer forehead? That doesn't look like no ordinary cut. I reckon that's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh—took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even, but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age: the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts – an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before. And he remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Hagrid was watching him sadly.
"Went ter get yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. But we couldn't find yeh. We searched half the country fer yeh, before Dumbledore finally called it off. Said you'd been taken some place safe."
Harry still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what happened to Vol…, sorry, I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was getting' more an' more powerful – why'd he go?
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back.
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on. I dunno what it was, no one does…but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
"Ah Ha!" Chichi screamed, jumped out of her seat and pointed a finger straight at Hagrid's chest. "So that's what you want my boys for. You want Harry to go to this school so that they'll have to finish of this Voldemort fellow!"
Hagrid shuddered again. "No Ma'am. No one expects Harry to do anymore then he's already done. If you-know-who comes back, mark my words it'll be Albus Dumbledore that takes care ah him. But we're doin' everthin' we can to be sure he don't come back."
Chichi didn't look like she wasn't quite mollified, but Hagrid decided to risk continuing anyways. "Well I reckon it's abou' time you got yer letter."
Hagrid stood up and reached into one of his voluminous pockets, but before he could pull out the letter Chichi reached into the folds of her clothes and pulled out two pieces of yellowed parchment that had been folded into thirds around each other and handed them to Harry. Her eyes never left Hagrid as if she were still trying to determine if she believed his exclamations.
Harry ran his thumb over the two thick pieces of parchment examining the strange paper. It wasn't like the rice parchment scrolls he'd seen, but it felt as antiquated, as if he'd just stepped back a several centuries in time. After a moment to collect himself, Harry read the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
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 by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Harry quickly flipped to look at the other page to find a list of supplies. In particular he perused the book list to get an idea of what subjects he'd be studying. "Is this all there is?" Harry looked up at Hagrid over the two sheets of parchment he now held side by side so he could see look back and forth between them.
"yeh got yer letter and supply list right?" Hagrid asked, not sure what Harry was asking.
"Yah, but there's nothing else how do you expect someone to decide if they want to go if they've never heard of the school before or don't believe in magic?"
"But Harry surely yeh wanna go…yer parents…" It never even occurred to Hagrid that Harry wouldn't want to go to Hogwarts. It was Hagrid's favorite place in the world, but he didn't know how to convince Harry.
"If Mr. Piccolo thinks I should, that's good enough for me, but there's nothing here to tell me what I'm really getting into." Harry had lowered head back to the two pieces of parchment as if to search them for more clues.
"Maybe they figure that anyone would want to go if it meant they could learn magic," Gohan suggested excitedly. "I'd want to go if they asked me and I can't do the things you can Harry." Harry just nodded still searching the documents.
Hagrid sagged as he let out a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to convince Harry Potter to be a wizard. But apparently Mr. Piccolo's word wasn't enough for Chichi. "Well, I'm not convinced. I looked at that book list. How are we supposed to deal with Harry's regular education?"
Her words jolted Hagrid upright. "This is the regular education," Hagrid said, not really sure what else Chichi could be thinking about.
"You ask him to get a History book, but what about math and the sciences?"
Hagrid scratched his head. "In third year he can take arithmacy, but what would a wizard want with Science?"
Chichi let out a frustrated noise and seemed to melt into the couch; nearly feinting. Harry and Gohan watched their mother be rendered speechless for what was possibly the first time in her life. No one had ever questioned the importance of science to her. Usually if they wanted something they tried to navigate around the issue, but never in her experience had anyone suggested that science could be useless.
"B…b…but what about a job?" she finally managed to stammer out. "I know my Harry's special, but what can he do with just a magical education, how will he live?"
Clearing his throat with a sound that that sounded like it came out the motor of an old car Hagrid replied. "Well he could do anythin' he wants, once he's graduated o'course."
"But what about a job, saving the world doesn't pay and he won't be able to get a good job in the real world with only the education he has now and some magical diploma." Chichi didn't completely buy that these people didn't want Harry to save them from something. And if Piccolo wanted him to go, then it must be so he could learn to fight in some new way.
"Well he'd get a Wizard job o'course." Hagrid replied as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Like what?" Chichi stared the large man down. Gohan and Harry were also watching him expectantly.
"Well there be all kinds really," Hagrid replied uneasily. He'd never really thought about how to describe all the things a witch or wizard could do. "I know a bloke that was really good with animals, he takes care o' dragons now."
"Cool," Harry and Gohan both muttered.
"An he's got a brother that last I heard was down in Egypt breakin' curses on the tombs down there." Harry and Gohan both oohed and ahhed appropriately, but Chichi wasn't so easily impressed.
"You can do anythin' really," Hagrid was beginning to sweat it under Chichi's withering gaze. "He could work in a shop or make something to sell, with magic o'course." Hagrid started speaking fast in hopes of finding something that Chichi would accept. "He could work for the Ministry o Magic…He could get a desk job or catch dark wizards…They even got people tha' research magical artifacts or study magic and make new spells."
Harry and Gohan didn't seem to be too impressed with these last options, though they seemed to perk up at the idea of catching dark wizards. But Chichi seemed to finally relax at the end. She seemed to particularly like the idea of studying magic and making spells. It would be just like being a scientist for magic.
Chichi sighed. If he really could make a decent living with magic then she guessed she owed it to Harry to let him find out about it all. He could always decide that Magic wasn't his thing and go to a normal school. Besides if he wanted to know she knew she had to let him learn what his biological parents had lived like. She'd always known that a day like this would come when he wanted to learn about the people that had given him life, but she felt like she was loosing one of her babies too soon.
So it was with a tear in her eye that she asked, "how much?"
"Pardon," was all Hagrid could say. He didn't know what to make of her sudden change in attitude.
"How much will it cost us to send him?"
"Oh," Hagrid pulled at his collar nervously. "Well yeh needen' worry bout tha'. Harry's parents already made those arrangements."
Chichi didn't know whether to be relieved about the money or cry because she was losing one of her babies. Harry couldn't decide who was more excited him or Gohan.
Obliviator's Notes:
Please note that it is unknown how Akira Toriyama came across the information about the events portrayed in Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, but once it was discovered that he knew he was obliviated by the Asian Ministry of Magic and Martial Arts. Unfortunately the amount of information was so extensive that the obliviator, lacking Lockhart's skill with memory charms, couldn't remove all of the information from Mr. Toriyama's mind. The amazing technology, strange architecture and vehicles as well as strange political system you see in his stories are products of his fanciful imagination mixed with some magical elements that he couldn't completely remember correctly. The obliviator however was able to successfully remove most all traces of the famous wizard in these events, Harry Potter, which is why he is not mentioned in Dragon Ball Z.
Harry's first year of Hogwarts starts the fall term after the deaths of Goku and Cell. For those of you who are familiar with the series you can assume that anything that happened in Dragon Ball & Dragon Ball Z did occur in a fairly similar if not identical fashion to what was portrayed, excepting of course the involvement of the wizard-martial-artist Harry Potter. Most of the significant differences will be revealed in flashbacks throughout the story. These flashbacks as well as the narratives should hopefully be descriptive enough to allow anyone not familiar with the Dragon Ball & Dragon Ball Z series to understand the elements important to the plot.
Author's statement of purpose:
I ran across an interesting story that was a crossover between Harry Potter and Dragon Ball Z, which was sadly not well written and abandoned. I thought the crossover had a significant amount of comedic potential so I searched for more and sadly nearly everything I found suffered from one of the above problems, so I decided to write my own.
I intend to write all seven years of Harry's education, but years six and seven may be condensed and or combined. I had considered starting with the beginning of Prisoner of Azkaban or even the end of Chamber of Secrets, but there were just too many scenes that I wanted to do differently to cover in flash backs to my satisfaction. However the first two years of Harry's education will run very similarly to how they do in the original books with hopefully a lot of entertaining differences due to Harry's abilities and different upbringing. Year three will be radically different with year four moving back toward the books and the remaining years being significantly to radically different than the books. If you find the first two years too boring I will be starting book three, Harry Potter Z: And the Fugitive from Azkaban with a prologue containing the end of book two, which will be all you'll need to begin reading starting at year three however you will be missing out on what will hopefully be a lot of humor.
For those of you not familiar with Hinata's story, I answer reviews by posting one long review after the reviews trickle down. As you may have noticed I have posted several chapters at once for your reading pleasure. So don't wait till next time, just click away same bat-time same bat-channel!