Sorry about the long time no update. I have just been so busy and sick that I haven't really felt like updating. Anyway, another chapter in this random bunch of stories.

Nope, don't own HP or Lego.

Cast:

Harry Potter (Quidditch uniform)

Oliver Wood (Quidditch uniform)

Draco Malfoy (Quidditch uniform)

Marcus Flint (Quidditch uniform)

Rolanda Hooch (Referee uniform)

Hermione Granger (Hogwarts uniform)

Ron Weasley (Hogwarts uniform)

Ginny Weasley (Hogwarts uniform)

Luna Lovegood (pink blouse, black skirt)

Special Guest Star: Goku (Super-Saiyan)

It was time for everyone's favorite game played on broomstick: Quidditch. It was a (not so) friendly game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The crowd was cheering for their favorite team, so it meant three-fourths of the crowd was cheering for Gryffindor.

"Remember, a nice, CLEAN game!" Hooch was reminding the players, though she knew the effort was futile. The Slytherins were desperate for a win against Gryffindor, so they would use as many tactics as possible, no matter how dirty. She blew her whistle and the chaos started.

"Hey, scarhead! I will catch the snitch." Harry rolled his eyes, as always, the second Draco opened his mouth. He thought best not to answer.

"Come on Harry! YOU CAN DO IT!" Harry turned to see Ron, bouncing as high as a kangaroo on a permanent sugar buzz, cheering him on.

"Hey, Ron!" Harry shouted, flying to the stands, shaking his head in amusement, at least until he got by a passing bludger.

"Are you alright?" Hermione cried, looking slightly panicked.

"He's fine Hermione. He's still conscious and on his broom," said Ron, the ever-positive optimistic. "If he wasn't, he'd be on the ground."

"He could have a concussion! He could-"

"I'm fine Hermione," Harry cut her off. "It felt like a pill-" Harry got hit yet again by a bludger.

"You alright, Harry?" asked the Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood.

"Yes, I'm fine," replied Harry, slightly annoyed. "Why are the bludgers so sof-OW!" As you can guess yet another soft bludger came but Harry, caught by surprise, went face-first into the handle of his broomstick. Now, extremely angry, Harry yelled, "WHO KEEPS THROWING PILLOW BLUDGERS AT ME?"

"We do!" Marcus Flint, Slytherin captain, called back happily. "We want to cause serious harm to Potter so Draco can catch the snitch!"

"Why pillow bludgers? Why not real ones? Real ones cause actual harm."

Flint pondered on Oliver's words. "Wow, I feel stupid. That is the last time I listen to Draco's cronies."

Ron started to laugh, "Stupid just got stupider. Don't you agree Ginny?" Ginny, who had been sitting by Ron and Hermione with a young blonde girl, nodded figoriously.

"Ah, them nargles. They sure do know how to mess with minds," said the blonde, smiling broadly.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw house," Luna told Oliver.

"Do you mind telling me more about them later?"

"Sure."

"Um, I'd hate to break up the conversation, but the game is still going on," said Ginny.

Harry and Oliver looked at each other. "THE GAME!" Oliver started to get a panic attack for forgetting his favorite game and wondering how many quaffles had gone through the goal posts. Harry started to frantically search for the snitch. His head moved so fast that is looked like he was spazzing.

"Potter, guess what? I see the snitch! It's right down there!" Harry looked at where Draco was pointing but there was no snitch. Instead was something way stranger and this made Harry angrier than when he got pelted with pillow bludgers.

A large, muscular man stood on the far corner of the pitch. His hair was bright yellow and stood up on end. It looked like he had bananas growing from his head. He was snatching something from the air. By this point, everyone on the stands had noticed him. But this is what inferiated Harry; in is hand, he held the snitch.

"What? He doesn't he even go here! Who is he?"

"I'm Goku. I have no idea where I am at or what this is."

Hooch, who had been watching in confusion, declared, "The win goes to Team Dragonball!"

"That's not a house!" everyone cried.

Harry blacked out, not because of confusion, but because a real bludger hit him in the back of the head.

Yeah, I know, WEIRD! But this happens when you are slightly high from cold medicene and babysitting. What would happen if they used enchanted pillows for bludgers? A lot less accidents that's for sure.