HPZ: Hogwarts Saga

Philosopher's Stone Arc

Summary:

YAHRBDRF Harry is raised by Goku and ChiChi, and is the adopted brother of Gohan. On top of being one of those saving the universe, Harry discovers on his eleventh birthday that he's a wizard and has to go to magic school for seven years.

Author: Joshua

Disclaimer: JK Rowling has Harry, and whoever else from the books show up in these plots. I don't own either and I'm not making any money from all this, so don't bother suing me. DBZ and all characters and concepts are owned by Funimation and Toei Animation.

Author's Notes: YAHRBDRF = Yet Another Harry Raised By Different Relatives Fanfic. Rather than Petunia, ChiChi is Lily's sister and Harry is more or less Gohan's age, the only difference would be by a few weeks-months, same as with Dudley. Harry was taken by Piccolo along with Gohan and given "survival training". Unlike Gohan, who used speed and strength and his overwhelming ki power to survive, Harry used his uncontrollable accidental magic. They both fought the Saiyans together, Harry not being as powerful as Gohan but still plenty powerful enough to catch Vegeta's attention.

Harry stayed behind to "take care of dad" and then joined Goku on his ship, actually able to keep up with Goku's gravity training, though mostly by meditating rather than blowing himself up. While Goku came closer to being a Super Saiyan, Harry gained total control over his magic and was able to wield it like he could his ki. By the time of the Namek Saga, he had full magic control, but knew very few if any actual spells. He tag-teamed Frieza with Gohan and actually hurt the monster more than a little. After he had his 'potential' unleashed by the Namek Elder as Gohan and Krillin had, he Apparated back to the fight to help Goku against Level 4 Frieza, holding the monster back while Goku prepared his Spirit Bomb. After that, he was transported home by the Dragon, same as everyone else while Goku and Frieza stayed behind.

As far as special abilities of HPZ-Harry compared to Canon-Harry, Canon-Harry had to struggle and practice his spells a lot and it took him a few weeks to months to get good at any particular magical skill, such as Occlumency. HPZ-Harry only needs to see a spell performed properly once and he can do it perfectly after that. As for magical skills, it drops from weeks and months to hours and days. HPZ-Harry can also fly, is as strong as Gohan post-Namek, pre-Android Saga, and can perform the Kamehameha as well as his matching technique to Gohan's Masenkoha, the Tenshika - an energy beam attack modeled after Piccolo's Special Beam Canon, charging burning red energy spheres out to the side, and then bringing them together in front of him, and projecting the spiraling red spheres with a wave of red-orange energy. He also learned basic energy attacks and energy manipulation from both Piccolo, Goku and Master Roshi's sister the Witch.

Every other difference will be covered in-story.

Timeline begins shortly after Future-Trunks comes to warn of the Androids. Assume that Trunks, Frieza and King Cold arrived some time in early June or late May. Prophecy states that the Androids arrive "3 years from now, on May 12 at 10:00 A.M. near South City."

Episode 1: The Hogwarts Express

Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross Station

London, England

September First

"Come on Goku!" Chichi yelled at her husband. "What is the platform number again?"

"It's Nine and Three Quarters, Mom," Gohan answered his mother with a tolerant tone.

"Do you know how to get to it?" Harry asked his brother in all but blood. "Because that would be very helpful."

"You're the 'wizard' why don't you tell me?" Gohan growled back.

Harry sneered and shoved the older-by-a-few-weeks boy. "And since when has being a wizard been a problem for you? You certainly weren't complaining when fruit was falling on our heads in the wilderness with Piccolo!"

"Now boys, no fighting indoors, you know your mother's rules," Goku told them from behind the huge stack of trunks and other cases that he was carrying.

"OK Dad," both Harry and Gohan agreed, while still glaring at each other.

A few moments later, Harry asked Gohan, "Seriously though, what's with ragging on me about being a wizard?"

Gohan actually glared and retorted, "Like you don't know."

Harry blinked, surprised at the open hostility. "Would I ask if I did?"

"You're going to a boarding school. In Scotland."

"Yeah, and you get to hang with Dad and Piccolo and Krillin and prepare for the Androids. While I'm stuck in a dorm."

"And Mom."

"Huh?"

Speaking softer now, Gohan repeated,"I'm also at home, with Mom. I'm still home-schooled, remember?"

Harry blinked and suddenly the past month's hostility between him and his brother made a lot more sense. "Hey Mom, Gohan is coming with me to Hogwarts, right?"

"Of course not!" she snapped back, distracted by all the people and seeing no signs to Platform 9 3/4. "He didn't get a letter, unfortunately, and anyway he has to stay home and study to become a Rhodes Scholar!"

Harry's eyes went wide. "Uh, Dad, you're going to come to Hogwarts and train me, right?" he said a bit louder than strictly necessary.

Chichi stopped and physically winced at the very idea of Goku and Dumbledore meeting and spending any amount of time together. "You know what, I think I could probably work something out so that Gohan could get a scholarship deal. That way you boys can still spend time training with each other and once Harry gets his OWLs, you can come and go from home to train with your father. Until then, I don't want you unnecessarily distracted from your school work. Either one of you, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," they both dutifully replied.

"Where is the blasted train platform?!" she screamed suddenly.

"Now Chichi..." Goku tried to calm his wife. Fortunately, at that moment, a large group of redheaded teens and a matronly red haired woman walked by, the woman mumbling just loud enough to be heard, "... filled with muggles..."

"Who was that, Mom?" Harry asked. "And what's a... muddle?"

Chichi frowned at the redhead family that passed them by and made their way to the divider between Platforms Nine and Ten. "Not a nice word for people without magic. Harry, don't ever let me catch you calling anybody that word. Is that understood?"

Gulping, Harry quickly nodded his head and replied, "Yes ma'am!"

"Good. Now, let's see, they must be taking the portal entrance, same as we are, so where did they..." Chichi followed along after the family of red haired magic users.

"Whoa! That was neat!" Goku exclaimed all of a sudden.

"What?" Chichi asked, distracted.

"The twins that just walked through the wall, Mom," Gohan pointed. "Their energy suddenly reappeared on the other side of the train yard! One instant here, the next instant." They all watched the eldest boy of the family ran through the wall, and Goku, Gohan and Harry's heads all snapped to the right. "Over there. Definitely neat."

"That's the portal then," Chichi decided, "Let's go." They waited for the other family to finish going through, the mother and daughter going last together, and then one by one, beginning with Harry, walked through the wall. Chichi went last to make sure Goku and Gohan didn't try anything too... Saiyan with the portal.

Once they were through, it was all Chichi could do to keep her three boys, and yes Goku definitely counted as a 'boy' in this case, from flying off the platform and playing 'trains' with actual trains. Hurrying them to the red steam engine and it's passenger cars, they tried to find a free cabin for Harry to put his things in. Finding a free spot in the very last of the passenger cars, Goku put away his adopted son's trunk and then carefully picked up the other trunks and cases, easily holding onto them with little effort. They were the results of Chichi's shopping adventure from the day before.

Before much else could be said or done, the whistle sounded for the train's departure and they all scrambled to say their goodbyes.

"Now be good. You remember Cousin Hagrid, right? He'll be there when the train arrives, just stick with him and do what he says," Chichi said as she hugged him with all her might. Only his enhanced gravity training kept him conscious. "And I'll be sure to send a letter tonight to the Headmaster about the scholarship deal for Gohan, so don't expect your father to pop by for any kind of training, all right? And let me know immediately if your father ever does show up, understand me?"

"All right Mom," he grumbled, ducking his head to hide the tears in his eyes.

"I'll be seeing you soon Bro," Gohan gave his brother a 'brotherly hug'. "And sorry for being such a pain these past couple weeks. I really thought you were... well, you know."

"Hey, you could have asked!" Harry playfully shoved his 'big' brother at that.

"Don't worry about your training at first, Harry," Goku told him after they shared their own goodbye hug. "Just have fun and study and do your homework and make plenty of friends, all right! Oh, and be sure to tell me what the food is like!"

"Ha hah!" Harry laughed as he stepped onto the moving train, "Will do Dad! I'll write as soon as I get there! And don't worry, those androids won't know what hit them once I learn a few spells!"

They waved at each other until neither could see the other, which was a good two minutes longer than everyone else on the Platform, and after having finally lost sight of his family, Harry turned and made his way back to his cabin. Only to find it already occupied by the youngest boy from that red haired family.

"Oh, hello," the tall boy blushed behind his freckles. "Sorry, everywhere else is full up. Is it OK if I sit here? That is your trunk I take it?"

"Yep, that's mine, and sure I don't mind," Harry shrugged and settled himself down on the bench under his trunk.

They both sat there in a comfortable silence for about a minute, at which point it became an uncomfortable silence. "So..." the red haired boy started to say, not really sure how to react to this strange muscled boy that seemed quite comfortable in a red and blue tunic. It was actually a training gi, but the young wizard had no way of knowing that.

Luckily, they were saved from any attempts at awkward conversation by the door to their cabin slamming open and the boy's twin brothers standing there, mischievous grins on their face. "Hey Ron, we're going to meet up with Lee Jordan, he's somewhere in the middle of the train. Seems he's got this giant tarantula that he's showing off to everybody."

The boy, Ron, visibly shivered and looked down as he mumbled his response, "Yeah, whatever." Clearly he either did not like his brothers... or he did not like the mention of the giant tarantula. Having recently had troubles with his own brother, Harry suspected it was more of the latter than the former.

"Oh, who's your friend?" the one that hadn't spoken yet spoke up.

"Son Harry, adopted child of Son Goku and his wife Son Chichi," he casually introduced himself. Being the adopted son of Chichi, Princess of the Ox Kingdom of Fire Mountain, he had been trained in a number of various "formal" greetings, so what he'd offered to the twins was as casual as it got with him.

"Your parents named you 'Son'?" both twins said together.

Harry shrugged and figured their ignorance for lack of experience than any kind of insult. "Son is my family name. In my culture, the family name is given before the person's name. So as to avoid potential... breeches of honor. At least that is how it was explained to me. If you know a person's family name before you know their name, you know whether or not you can be rude without having to worry about smirching a prominent family's honor."

The three redheads just stared at him, blinking. He shrugged in reply and turned back to looking out the window. Unintentionally, this shifted his hair just enough to allow them to see the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Wait a tick, what was that?" one of the twins pointed.

"Hm? What was what?" Harry turned.

"That!" the same twin pointed again. "Are you...?"

"Well, it would make sense," his twin agreed before the question was even fully asked. "You are, aren't you?"

"What are you two...?" Ron started to ask, and then he too caught sight of the scar and his eyes went wide as his mouth hung open.

"What am I supposed to be?" Harry asked with a shrug.

"Harry Potter!" all three exclaimed at once.

"Oh, him, I mean, that. Yeah. My name before I was adopted was Potter. But now I'm Son Harry. Please keep that in mind as I refuse to acknowledge 'Potter' as my name. It's an honor thing," he added at their confused expressions.

"Blimey, you're really the Boy-Who-Lived!" Ron exclaimed.

"By the way, in case we neglected to introduce ourselves before," one of the twins began.

"Which we often do," his mirror image interjected.

"Please allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Fred Weasley," the first one gave a short, yet dramatic bow.

"And I am the pretty one, George Weasley," the second one gave an identical bow.

"Hey, I thought I was the pretty one!" Fred argued.

"No, you're the funny one that likes to talk," George logically pointed out.

"Oh yeah, right," Fred nodded.

"Well, have fun you two!" George called as he dragged his twin out of the compartment and presumably to their original destination.

"Have a lot of brothers then?" Harry asked Ron, a note of amusement in his voice.

"Five," he grumbled in reply. "And a younger sister that will be going to Hogwarts next year."

"Huh, I only have the one. Can't be that bad, can it?" Harry tried to offer some consolation.

"Well, yeah, they're family and all that, but I get nothing but hand-me-downs. Charlie's old wand, Bill's old robes, and..." he reached into a pocket and pulled out a fat gray rat, "Percy's old pet rat."

Harry glanced at and then did a double-take at the rat. It was a wizard. He could tell that almost instantly, the energy was unmistakable. It also offered up a whole lot of questions. First of all, why Ron thought it was just an ordinary rat when quite obviously it was not, for a number of reasons. Heck, for all he knew, Ron's family were royalty and the rat was a bodyguard that they hadn't been told the true identity of. Still, it was rude to ask, so for the most part he held off on his burning questions and ignored the rat for the most part.

"Interesting. I don't actually have a pet. Well, unless you count Nimbus, but then he would be more of a family pet if one at all," Harry said.

"Nimbus?" Ron repeated as question. "Is that the name of your family owl?

"Nimbus is a cloud," Harry answered.

Ron stared and blinked a couple times before finally saying, "A cloud?"

Harry nodded. "Yep."

"Your family pet... is a cloud?" Ron said again. Finally, Harry just shrugged as though saying 'What can you do?'.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Surprised somewhat, the boys exchanged a look and then Harry stood up and opened the door to their compartment. On the other side was a girl around their age with bushy brown hair, already dressed in her school robes. Just behind her was a slightly shorter, chubby boy with dark brown, almost black hair and downcast eyes.

"Hello," the girl spoke abruptly and matter-of-factly, "Have either one of you seen a toad? Neville seems to have lost his and I'm helping him search for it."

Harry and Ron blinked and exchanged another look. Shrugging to one another, they replied in unison, "No."

"Oh, well do keep an eye out for it, would you?" she said, a bit crestfallen. The boy behind her was even more-so. Together, it was enough to tug at Harry's heartstrings.

"Wait," he called just as they were turning to go. "This toad, anything special about it? Or is it just an ordinary toad?"

"Well..." the boy, presumably Neville, started to say, but the girl interrupted.

"As far as magical, I do not believe so, although that would certainly explain how it keeps escaping us," she answered. "I'm Hermione, by the way, Hermione Granger." She then held out her hand.

Smiling, Harry bowed rather than take her hand and at the same time reached out with his senses. It was difficult, sorting through all the life signatures on board, but the fact that they were 'relatively' stationary to him helped him in narrowing it down a little. Sensing for a smaller lifeform amongst the energy of the train, the humans, their pets and other pests made it far more difficult on the other hand. Especially as all the humans and more than one of the pets were magical in nature and thus had a 'larger than normal' energy signature. Nevertheless, it helped even more that out of all the many lifeforms on board the moving train, there was only one toad. Therefore by the time he'd finished bowing to Hermione, he'd narrowed it down to the next car up, somewhere on the rear half, but no closer than that. Harry decided that his very first bit of training was to be in refining his sensing capabilities.

"I'll help you look, Hermione, Neville. That is, if you don't mind?" he offered his help.

"Oh!" she startled for some reason, but seemed to quickly agree. Neville also silently agreed to his help.

"But Harry!" Ron called, drawing a look from the adopted son of Goku and Chichi. The redhead sighed and quieted his protests and got to his feet, grumbling the whole time, "Fine. I'll help too. Stupid toad."

"Trevor," Neville spoke up suddenly.

"Sorry?" Ron snapped.

"Trevor," Neville repeated. "His name is... Trevor."

Harry had already moved to the next compartment over and once there, narrowed down what he was feeling about the toad's location. Thankfully nobody was in the washroom when he found the toad in the toilet, enjoying itself a small bath. He returned to the others even as they were still sorting out Ron's rudeness, Neville's shyness, and Hermione's need to be in control.

"Found him!" he called, holding out the toad, wrapped in a towel in effort to avoid as much contact with the toilet-water-soaked toad as possible.

"Trevor!" Neville called and immediately grabbed the toad with both hands.

"How did you find him so fast?" Hermione asked, part accusing, part startled.

"He was in the toilet down the hall," Harry replied with a shrug.

"Ew!" Ron made face, while Neville suddenly stopped holding the soaked toad so close.

"Well, does Trevor at least have a carrier case or some other place you can keep him so he doesn't keep getting out?" Hermione questioned.

"Uh... oh yeah, but... I forgot where I put it..." Neville answered.

"Maybe your trunk?" Harry suggested with a shrug.

Neville's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Oh yeah!"

Hermione gave the boys incredulous looks, and even Ron glanced at them a little cock-eyed. Harry just shrugged again. His father was more than a bit absentminded and so Neville's forgetfulness wasn't any kind of shock to him, and besides it was just rude to make fun of someone for having a bad memory. Going back into their compartment, Neville soon found Trevor's portable habitat, which was actually very nice considering it was magical, and then they all sat down to enjoy the rest of the train ride. A little less than an hour of steady conversation, questions and answers later, a loud growl echoed throughout their compartment.

"What was that?!" three of the children screamed after the growl had stopped.

"When do you think we can eat?" Harry asked instead, rubbing his belly as though in pain. "I'm starving!"

Thankfully the snack cart was already circulating, and Harry's mother had anticipated his voracious appetite. Not as relentless as his brother or father's appetites certainly, but he was a growing boy after all. She had packed the "standard box lunch" for him in his trunk and then also given him plenty of money to use to buy food while on the train. He'd ended up buying everything on the cart. And not one of each, but everything on the cart. The others took a small sampling while bearing witness to the sight of Harry devouring every single piece of candy, treat, and food on the card as well as twice that amount of meat (both beef, chicken, pork and fish), bread and vegetables at the same time. After, he let out a loud burp, but otherwise seemed to be perfectly fine in eating several hundred pounds of food in his less-than-110-lbs frame.

For a little bit, Ron had actually tried to keep up with Harry, as far as consuming the sweets were concerned. He stopped after his tenth Every Flavor Bean, which Harry was popping like, well like candies. The redhead was still lying on the bench, looking a bit green behind his freckles.

Just after Harry had announced to the world how much he'd enjoyed his lunch, the door suddenly slammed open to reveal a boy their age with slicked blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a pale complexion. Behind him was a small entourage, two brutish thugs that looked like they should have been considered 18-year-olds rather than 11-year-olds, another large girl that looked like the two thug's baby sister (or third brother), and a pug-faced girl that was staying at the blonde boy's side no matter what.

"They're saying that Harry Potter is here in this compartment!" the blonde pronounced once he was sure everyone in the compartment was looking at him. A quick glance, his gaze narrowed in on Harry. "So it's true. You're the Boy-Who-Lived?"

Harry's head tilted to the side as he gazed back at the blonde boy and his entourage. After a moment, he cheerfully responded with, "I don't know about this Boy-Who-Lived garbage, but I'm Son Harry, adopted child of Son Goku and his wife Son Chichi. My family name before I was adopted, I've been told, was Potter. So... yes, I am he whom you seek."

Half the occupants of the cabin did a double-take, and then the blonde boy seemed to regather his wits and smirked while holding out his hand. "The name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron snorted in laughter, drawing a dark look from young Draco.

"Think my name is funny, do you?" he snarled. "Well, no need to ask who your family is. Red hair, secondhand clothes, you must be a Weasley. Let's see, who else, dopey eyes, droopy brown hair, lardass, you must be Longbottom. Hope the crazy isn't contagious. Hah!" The others behind him all shared in his short laughter. "And what is this? A mug-urk!"

Draco's insult was suddenly and violently cut off as Harry's hand was around his throat, choking the life out of him before he could even say the word. He'd been listening and he'd quickly deciphered what the word his mother had told him to never say really meant. At the same time, he decided that he would no longer tolerate anyone using that word or any derivative of it around him. Not when he could help it at least.

"Do not call her that. She is a witch. A first-generation witch, but a witch. Not a... not that word you were about to call her. Have I made myself clear, Mister Malfoy?" Harry said as he released the other wizard.

Coughing to get his breathing back under control, and rubbing his raw neck, he glared at Harry and with a gesture, suddenly everyone behind him had their wands out and pointed right at Harry's head. Draco, as soon as he felt he could speak without coughing anymore, pulled out his own wand and put it right against Harry's chest.

"Think you're the big man, Potter? Just because you wet yourself and the Dark Lord disappeared when you were a baby? I was going to offer you the hand of friendship, show you the right sort to depend on. Seems you've already chosen the wrong sort."

Harry just stared Draco in the eye, having already erected a chi shield around himself and noted the flow of energy around each of the wands so he might better dodge whatever attacks they might send his way. Despite Draco's wand being flush against his chest, he felt confident in defending against anything the young wizard would use against him. He returned Draco's smirk with one of his own, modeled after that of his father.

After a few tension filled seconds, Draco scoffed and withdrew his wand, saying, "You're not worth it, Potter! I'd challenge you to a duel for what you did to me, but I think instead I'll merely inform my father about just what kind of barbarian you truly are."

"Do what you will, Mister Malfoy," said Harry, "Just don't ever use that insulting word in my presence again, and we won't have any problems."

Draco sneered and turned to leave, the rest of his entourage already exiting the cabin. "Mudblood lover," he muttered under his breath as he crossed the threshold.

Harry's eyes narrowed in anger. He'd always had a temper problem. Not as bad as his brother's admittedly, but he just could not let such a comment go unpunished. Charging a weak blast, he shot it at the retreating blonde's back with a flick of his wrist. Normally he'd be against attacking anyone in the back, but he wasn't looking for an all out fight at the moment. Besides, in his mind, one insult deserved another.

Unfortunately, Harry had severely overestimated how powerful Draco was, as the 'weak' blast exploded against the young wizard's back and sent him flying out the window of the train hallway, and then another few dozen meters beyond before allowing gravity to assert its dominance on the flying body.

Blinking in surprise at what he'd done, Harry exchanged looks with everyone around him. Finally, after extending his senses, he determined that while he was injured, and now traveling downstream in the river they'd been passing over when he'd flown out the window, Draco was still alive and well. Shrugging one more time, he simply said, "He'll live." And then he sat down.

He ignored the entourage running down the hall screaming for a Prefect as easily as he ignored Neville and Ron inching away from him. What he couldn't ignore, however, was Hermione's look of severe annoyance at him. "What?" he asked her with another shrug.

"Was all that really necessary?" she snapped at him.

"My mother explained to me that," he paused and calmed his anger, "that word, is a very 'not nice' slur for people without magic." He'd said "not nice" with air quotes to give it even further emphasis. "Given the way Ron and Neville have been tossing it around, and from the comments we've heard from chatter in the hallways, I quickly figured out that saying..." he frowned and had to force the word out in a whisper, "...muggle is like calling a dark-skinned person negro." His face contorted briefly like he felt he needed to wash his own mouth out with soap. "I've decided that I won't stand for it. I'm sorry about not saying anything about it earlier, Ron, Neville, but it wasn't until I had met Mister Malfoy that I truly understood what that word meant. Please do not use that word around me anymore."

Both boys blinked and exchanged looks. Hermione pursed her lips and uncrossed her arms as she leaned back in her seat. She then bit her bottom lip and seemed to be thinking over everything Harry had just said and done. After a lengthy amount of time, she nodded her head and said, "All right. I can see your point of view on that. Still there was no need to use destructive magic on that bully. We could have just gone to one of the Prefects on board the train. They're supposed to be in the first car."

Harry nodded, acknowledging her point. "All right then, how about we go see them now? And for the record, I didn't use magic."

"Well, true, I did not see you brandishing your wand, but then what was that flash of light that sent him flying out the window?" Hermione asked, completely ignoring the logical side of her brain that said anybody thrown from a moving train should be dead, and therefore she should be accusing this Son Harry of murder rather than calmly acknowledging his simple arguments and statements regarding Malfoy's safety.

"Ki," Harry replied to her question, holding out his hand and charging just enough energy to create a small spark of gold-red energy in the palm of his hand. "Just raw energy in other words. I would have thought a magic user of his power would have been able to detect and defend against it. Who knew he was such a weakling?"

Just as they had made it to the next car of the train, ahead of them a group of older students appeared. Some of them were already in school uniforms and rather noticeable about those were the shiny badges that they had put opposite the school patch on their robes. Just in front of them was the pug-faced girl that had been hanging on to Draco like a leech. As soon as she saw Harry, she pointed right at him and said, "That's him! He's the one that killed Draco right in front of my eyes!"

Harry blinked in surprise.

"Good work Miss Parkinson, we'll take care of this," the one at the lead, his badge displaying a vivid H. The Headboy brandished his wand and pointed it right at Harry. "That's far enough, murderer!"

Harry blinked again, and then took a single step forward to put himself between the wand and his new friends behind him. Then he set about defending himself.

"Draco Malfoy is not dead. A little wet and certainly injured, but not dead. I don't kill people. It's not what I do," said Harry in defense of his actions. "Besides, I thought he was more powerful than he apparently was. That was the same as throwing a spitwad at the back of someone's head!"

"You sent him flying out the window!" Pansy exclaimed hysterically.

Harry shrugged and responded, "My father sends me flying through walls, and my brother sends me flying through mountains on a regular basis. How was I supposed to know that everyone here is so overconfident they don't even bother guarding themselves against sneak attacks?"

The Headboy shot a spell of red light at him. He almost casually lashed out with his left hand and backhanded the spell bolt away. It dissipated against the ceiling of the train car.

"Like that!" Harry grinned. "And thank you for helping make my point!"

Everyone took a step back from Harry after that, and the Headboy was looking at him with absolute fear. Seeing this, he asked, "What?"

"How... h-how d-did you d-do that?" Hermione finally found the courage to ask him.

He shrugged and replied by repeating the motion, but slower and saying, "Like that?"

With his back turned, the Headboy saw an opportunity to finally end this and cast another Stunning Curse at Harry's 'unprotected' back. Before it was even halfway there, Harry spun back around, but rather than knock it away like he had before, having determined that none of the wizards liked seeing that, he charged a shield around his hand and caught it. Normally he wouldn't ever try doing this with something he was so unfamiliar with, but he knew from the first attack that compared to a ki blast, it was pathetically weak. Therefore it was actually possible for him to hold onto it with his 'bare' hand.

Still... there was something... odd... about the energy of the magic spell. It felt kind of like a multi-spectrum beam attack like the Kamehameha or his own Tenshika. But different. Like the multi-spectrum aspect of the energy was working towards a different outcome than increasing the destructive power of the attack. Reaching out with his magical senses, which he'd discovered during his training trip to Namek with his dad, he discovered that it was a spell designed to knock a living creature unconscious. Beyond that, he couldn't tell much, but it was very clear that the energy wanted to put him to sleep and if not him, anything living nearby. Interesting...

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" the Headboy screamed.

Harry finally pulled his attention away from the red ball of energy in his hand. "Sorry. My name is Son Harry, adopted son of Son Goku and his wife Son Chichi. You might have heard of me. I saved the world a few years back."

Everyone went silent for a bit and then one of the others, his badge displaying the letter P, exclaimed, "You're Harry Potter!"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll say it in the Western way then. My, Name, Is, Harry, SON," he spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable to maximum effect. "I was adopted when I was barely even three years old, and it is the only name I will answer to. If you call me Potter again, I will ignore you. I hope I have made that clear."

"Why would you kill a First Year?!" the Headboy cried, incredulous.

Harry threw up his hands in frustration and shouted, "He's not dead! He's some fifty miles that way," he pointed back over his shoulder. "And stationary. He must have gotten out of the river by now. Huh."

"Harry, how do you know that?" Hermione asked, somewhat nervous all of a sudden.

Frowning, Harry tried to think of someway to explain it in a way the wizards could understand. He couldn't think of one.

"It's hard to explain. Let's just say that I can sense energy and having met Mister Malfoy, I know what his energy feels like and therefore I know precisely where he is in relation to myself. He's definitely still alive, by the way."

"You threw him out the window!" the hysterical girl next to the Headboy accused.

"Yeah, and?" Harry shrugged.

"Um, he's going to miss the opening ceremonies and may even be very sick by the time somebody goes to get him, since we aren't due to arrive until after nightfall," Hermione suggested, hoping to convince the odd boy to maybe change his perspective on a few things.

Frowning, he had to acknowledge the point. And while Draco Malfoy was undoubtedly a bully of epic proportions, he didn't deserve to be sick and while he probably deserved to miss whatever ceremonies there were, he was a First Year like Harry, so there would only be one chance for a "first time at Hogwarts". Grumbling, he finally threw up his hands and said angrily, "Fine! I'll go get the bigoted little twit. But if he says the taboo word around me, I'm dropping him on the way back. More than once! Though I'll probably still catch him."

With that said, Harry turned to the windows on either side of the train car. This one, rather than compartments, was filled with benches on either side like a bus. Checking the windows before anything else, he was disappointed to see that none of them could be opened. Not willing to fight his way to the doors to make his way out in the area between cars, he pointed one hand towards the nearest window and made sure to adjust his energy so there would be no blow back. A small energy blast blew out the window and suddenly the wind was tugging at everyone's clothes and hair and a loud roar filled the train. Before anybody could stop him, he jumped over to the now open window and braced himself against the frame for a moment. Judging where the track was going and where it had been, as well as 'locking on' to several energy signatures that were sure to stay on the train, he launched himself into the air just before the train went into a tunnel that probably went through the whole mountain range before them.

Going up about two hundred feet got Harry enough altitude that he could now see the river they'd passed a few minutes prior, as well as where it curved and bent as it traveled toward the ocean. Powering up to ensure enough speed to find his target and get back in time, a clear energy flame ignited around his small frame as he took off for where he sensed Draco was on the river shore.

It didn't take him long to actually find the blonde ponce. He was by the riverside, laying in the mud, his robes and blonde hair making him look like a half-drowned cat. The way he hissed when Harry landed in front of him added to the image rather nicely.

"Potter!" Draco spat. "What the bloody hell?! You try to kill me, fail, and now come to finish the job!"

Harry just stood further up the shore, out of the mud and crossed his arms, staring at the young wizard expectantly. Then he remembered that Draco wasn't actually there when he'd given his little speech about his family name.

"I didn't try to kill you Draco!" he called down to the wet blonde. "If I had, well, apparently you'd be dead, seeing as all I really did was the equivalent of shooting a spitball at the back of your head. Come on, we have to catch up to the train, otherwise you'll miss the opening ceremonies and all that jazz. Longer you stand there glaring at me, longer it'll be before we catch up to them and you can change your clothes."

Scowling, Draco slowly trudged his way out of the mud, limping slightly in favor of his left side, and up to where Harry stood. It had been a hard swim, and he wasn't used to life-threatening physical exertion, so he was panting by the time he made it next to the warrior's side. Seeing nothing in either of Harry's hands, he snapped between pants, "Where's the Portkey?"

Tilting his head in confusion, Harry just shrugged as he replied, "What's a Portkey?"

Before getting an answer, though, Harry slipped in on Draco's limping left side and slung his left arm over his neck while grabbing the boy by the waist. "Never mind. Hold on tight. Oh, and for the last time, Draco," Harry said, looking the boy in the eye, "my name is Harry Son. Do not call me Potter again, because I won't reply to it."

That having been said, Harry exerted his energy yet again, this time expanding it enough to include Draco. The clear-white flaming aura ignited around them and suddenly they were in the air and gaining altitude at a sharp incline.

"OH! MY! WORD! Bloody HELL!" Draco screamed right in Harry's ear while holding tight to the other boy's grip on him. "YOU CAN FLY?!"

"Yes," Harry said patiently, casually tearing off Draco's death grip from his neck and chest. "Since I was five years old as a matter of fact. You don't have to scream. Oh, and if I were you, I'd try really hard not to puke. Ever spit into the wind? It would be worse than that, not pretty. So stop screaming, and don't puke, those are the rules."

Much quieter now, Draco repeated, "You can fly!"

"This is surprising to you... why?"

"And you threw me out a window with pure energy, not a real spell?!"

"... You are not as dumb as you make yourself out to be, are you?"

"It's Crabbe and Goyle mostly, some of their image rubs off sometimes," Draco replied before reverting back to his awed state. "You can fly, shoot energy with the flick of a wrist, and... we just caught up with the Hogwarts Express?!"

They had in fact caught up with the red locomotive. Unfortunately the two holes Harry had blown in the sides of it earlier appear to have been repaired in the interim, leaving them with no easy way back inside. Harry easily matched the train's speed and set them down on the very first car after the main engine. He peeled Draco off of him and put the young wizard on all fours, shouting for him to hold on tight. He then walked forward a couple steps and punched out a hole in the roof of the car. Then, using both hands, he tore away a large section like most people open their mail, and left the warped metal just hanging there. He then came back over, grabbed Draco by the scruff of his neck and dropped the boy in the hole he'd made before floating down himself.

"You can fly, shoot energy, are faster than the Hogwarts Express, and you can bend metal with your BARE HANDS?!" Draco screamed, grabbing the attention of those in the next car down. All the Prefects, the Headboy and the Headgirl crowded into the VIP/Professor's car, which currently had only one other occupant; a quiet man wearing a purple turban.

"POTTER!" the Headboy shouted, only to receive a glare from Harry. He quickly back-stepped and spoke in a quieter, but no less officious tone of voice, "I mean, Mister Son. How did you get in here? And Mister Malfoy, it's very bad form to have your friends make up stories about how another student killed you. Did you plan this prank together, or did you have help? The Weasley Twins perhaps?"

Harry blinked, surprised at the vehemence coming from the teenager. "Weasley twins? You mean Fred and George? Last I heard they were checking out somebody's pet spider. And what prank?"

"What do you mean make up stories?! I'll have you know this brute blasted me out of a window with raw energy alone! And what prank?" Draco exclaimed at the same time.

"How did you even get in here?" the Headboy demanded to know, ignoring their protests.

Both boys, in reply, pointed up. As one, all the Prefects and model students of the school looked up and saw the hole torn in the iron ceiling. After that, the older students didn't have very much to say.

"R-reparo," the Professor cast, pointing his wand at the hole in the roof. As they watched, in a reverse stop-motion manner, the hole repaired and sealed itself so that in the end it appeared it had never been in the first place.

"Professor Quirrell, sir," the Headboy started to speak, but the turban-wearing adult shook his head.

"It is q-quite all-all right," the Professor stuttered. "I, I, I... think... that we c-can let this g-go. ... This... time. I will mention it to P-p-pro-pr-p-p... the Headmaster once w-we arrive. I-if any-any-any... thing needs to b-be d-done, then he can d-deal with it. Un-until we arrive, b-boys, I-I-I suggest you k-keep your heads down."

"Yes, Professor," Harry and Draco said at the same time, shooting a look at the other after.

"All right you two, out," the Headboy ordered, guiding both out of the Professor/VIP car by the back of their necks. "Let's leave the Professor to his privacy. Out!"

Once the two First Years has been shoved out the back end of the Prefect's car, they were let go and allowed to wander like all the other students. Draco glared at Harry. Harry glared right back at Draco, all things happened concerned he still considered the blonde ponce to be a bigoted bully.

"This isn't over Pot...er, Son!" Draco said, looking a bit conflicted after correcting himself.

"I couldn't agree more, Malfoy," Harry smirked back at him. "Train up a bit before you try confronting me again. As my brother can attest, I never hold back in an actual fight. Still, for you, next time I'll try and pull my punches." He then left Draco sputtering there in the hallway.

Only after Harry had moved on to the next car down did Draco whisper, mostly to himself, "I need to tell my father about this." He then hurried back to his cabin and his eagle owl there to write a letter home.

END "Episode 1: The Hogwarts Express"