I did my best.
Scene 1: The sorting
More than a dozen white candles magically floating in the
air, provided light for the vast Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. The flames of torches danced cheerfully in round brackets held by
gargoyle statues set in the walls. The tall cathedral-like glass windows would
provide more light if it were daytime, but now it showed glimpses of the night
sky. However, no one was paying attention to the outside world. Instead,
students of many ages were seated at four long wooden tables, chatting loudly
with one another and eating their dinners. Toward the back of the room,
teachers and staff sat at another long table that allowed them to view the
entire hall. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was sitting on a golden chair in
the middle that looked more like a triangular throne. He wore glasses and had a
long snow-white beard that almost glowed in the light. He gave a warm smile
when he saw the new students enter the hall.
The young witches and wizards stared at their surroundings,
with agape expressions on their faces. This was especially true for the ones
who had no experience with the magical world like their so called
"pureblood" peers. It was often harder for those muggles born to
non-magical parents to get into Hogwarts, partly because the staff and the
Ministry of Magic wanted to keep all evidence of the magical world a secret
from the regular "muggle" citizens. Yet, whether it was by luck, or
unusual circumstances, here they were, about to get an education of a lifetime.
All the new students entering were dressed in black
wizard’s robes, long dark capes, and pointed hats. Some of the people at the
Slytherin table whispered nasty jokes about beating freshman up to each other.
On the other hand, a pair of Gryffindors waved to them and gave them a thumbs
up. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws merely stared at them politely.
An owl-shaped podium stood at the center of the room
between the four tables and the staff table. A stool was placed in front of the
podium and n that stool lay an old brown pointed hat. An older witch in long
emerald green robes and a black pointed hat stood beside the objects: Professor
McGonagall. Behind her glasses, her eyes observed the students as if searching
for any flaws. In this moment, she accepted that the students would eventually
learn the transfiguration spells and essential skills required for success
later on in life. After all as head of the valorous house of Gryffindor, she
had high expectations for all the students.
She stared a bit longer than necessary observing six
strangers that seemed to be out of place. For one, they were taller and looked
older than the eleven-year olds next to them. They were, in fact adults, who
had used their powers that had accidentally led them to the magical world. In addition,
she noticed that most of them had an unfamiliar vibe about them. Sure, she had
heard or seen her fair share of humans, dragons, werewolves, and other magical
creatures in her life. Yet, although the spiky-haired men standing before her
looked very much like humans, there was something about them that
seemed...almost alien.
McGonagall turned her head to look at a tall half-giant
Hagrid, who was standing by the wall. Her eyes bore into his head and Hagrid
knew from the look on her face what she was communicating. 'How did you
come across these strange people? Why did you bring them here?! There is
something strange about them and I can't put my finger on it.'
Hagrid suddenly seemed interested in combing his thick
brown beard with his large fingers, even though it would still look messy.
Before she could speak to him, the tattered sorting hat came to life and opened
its mouth. The sorting ceremony had begun. Without warning, the hat began to
sing:
"I may not look like much at first
But appearances can deceive
For I have lived for many years
More knowledge than you can conceive
Long ago four sorcerers met
They wanted to teach the young
A school was built, a curriculum made
Hogwarts School had begun
The first of the founders
Was the mighty Gryffindor
Who praised courage and honor
And those with great valor
The second one was Hufflepuff
Loyal, devoted, and kind
She accepted those of any skill
No one left behind
Intelligence was a prerequisite
For the house of Ravenclaw
Knowledge is greater than power
Stupidity as a flaw
Cunning and determination
Were qualities of proud Slytherin
Only those from magical families
Could be assured to join and win
Though these differences make us unique
We all learn under one school
To think that the houses should fight
Would make one a great fool
Try me on and I will say
Which house best fits you
No matter who you are, give it your all
There's always work to do."
The room burst into clapping as the hat finished its song.
McGonagall cleared her throat and began the ceremony. She held out a scroll
that had the names of the students on it. "When I call your name,"
she stated, "You will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your
head, and you will be sorted into your houses."
She called out the first name, "Abbott, Hannah."
A girl with blonde pigtails walked up to the stool and sat down. After a
moment, the sorting hat declared, "Hufflepuff!" The center right
table clapped for Hannah as she made her way to meet her new peers.
"Bones, Susan," read McGonagall.
"Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted.
"Boot, Terry."
"Ravenclaw!" The table to the far right clapped
this time.
McGonagall paused at the next name before saying,
"Briefs, Bulma."
A woman with short blue hair stepped forward. At several of
the tables, groups of boys snickered and giggles at hearing her name. One glare
in their direction from Bulma silenced them immediately.
The sorting hat was so large that it covered her eyes.
Without hesitation, the hat shouted "Ravenclaw!" Bulma smiled and
waved as she walked down to join the Ravenclaws. She was rather curious about
how these people were able to harness magic power from wands. She hoped that
she could find out how magic worked and how it was stored inside the
wands.
"Brown, Lavender" became the first Gryffindor and
received a flurry of cheers from the center left table.
The next person, "Bulstrode, Millicent" was
sorted into Slytherin, and made her way to the table at the far left. A
red-haired boy whispered to a boy with glasses and a familiar scar on his
forehead, "There's no witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in
Slytherin."
"Chi-Chi," read McGonagall. Another woman stepped
forward, wearing her black robes over her lavender dress and white apron.
"Do you have a last name by any chance?” asked McGonagall, with suspicion.
“Not that I know of," she replied. "Everyone just calls me Chi-Chi."
She pushed a strand of black hair from her face.
McGonagall was about to speak again when Chi-Chi interrupted,
"Can we just get this sorting ceremony thing over with?!" One of the
men waiting to be sorted, visibly flinched.
Wasting no time, Chi-Chi got on the stool and placed the
hat on her head. 'Loving, maternal, and might I say, quite a fiery
temper'," mentioned the hat. 'You can read my
mind?' asked Chi-Chi. 'Yes. I have existed for hundreds of
years, ever since the four founders were alive. Hmm...this is quite a difficult
decision to make...' Finally, the hat settled on
"Gryffindor!"
Chi-Chi breathed a sigh of relief and made her way to the
Gryffindor table.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin" then became the next
Hufflepuff.
"Gohan," read McGonagall. A young man came
forward, with a small nervous smile on his face. He wore an orange gi
underneath his black robes. He had spiky black hair, black eyes and a hair
strand hanging near his forehead. With the sorting hat on his head, the hat
began to speak. 'You have lots of
courage, young man, and you are pure of heart as well. You also seem to enjoy
spending time studying, yes?' Gohan nodded. With all the strange things he
had encountered in times of battle, he was not too surprised at the prospect of
a talking, mind-reading hat. 'A combination of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and
Gryffindor. How about...Gryffindor!" Gohan smiled and walked toward the
Gryffindor table after McGonagall took the hat.
"Goku," McGonagall read. "Yes, yes that's
me!" called one of the strangers, waving his hand in the air. He was the
tallest person of the group, with black spiked hair that went in different
directions, slightly star shaped. His eyes were black like Gohan's and he had a
strong muscular physique. He walked up and sat on the stool. 'Well this is interesting,' said the hat
to Goku. 'You have a natural inclination to fight and achieve your
goals. Plenty of bravery I see, not a bad mind...wait what exactly happened to
your mind?'
After a brief pause, Goku remembered the event from his
past. "Oh yeah, I was told that I hit my head when I was a baby. I think
that is it. How can you read my mind?!" It hadn't occurred to him that he
was talking out loud. Several of the students laughed quietly which was
followed by the loud thud of Chi-Chi’s fit hitting the table. "Make fun of
my husband again, and you won't be able to laugh again for a while!"
'Anyway,' the hat
continued. 'Had you fulfilled your original destiny and completed
your...distressing mission, I would say Slytherin would be the best
choice...' "No don't!" said Goku. "I don't want to be
sorted with the bad guys!" More laughter from the crowd. 'I'll
assure you that not all Slytherins are evil...' said the hat, but Goku
wasn't listening anymore. "Okay then, Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.
"Yes!" exclaimed Goku, raising his fist in the air, and running to
the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Chi-Chi.
"Goten" read McGonagall. A boy with similar black
hair and black eyes came forward. "Let me guess, no last name?" she
asked. "Nope," said Goten. He sat down on the stool, the hat
completely covering his face.
"And let me guess, you will be sorted into..."
"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat, and Goten ran
happily to meet Goku and Gohan. "So many Gryffindors and so many G names.
And I thought the Weasley's had this pattern of being sorted into Gryffindor,"
thought McGonagall.
"Granger,
Hermione," called McGonagall. A girl with bushy brown hair came up to the
front and sat on the stool. After a moment, the sorting hat shouted
"Gryffindor!" She smiled and joined her peers, earning a groan from
Ron, the red-haired boy. After Neville Longbottom was sorted into Gryffindor,
he ran to the table, accidentally wearing the hat. McGonagall had to take it
off his head and continue the ceremony.
"Malfoy, Draco." A blonde-haired boy came
forward, with a smug look on his face. "Slytherin!" the hat shouted at
once. Malfoy joined the Slytherins at the far left, pleased with the
outcome.
"Potter, Harry!"
The dark-haired boy with green eyes and glasses stepped
forward. The hat was soon over his eyes and he heard a small voice in his ear.
'Hmm, difficult, very difficult, plenty of courage, I see, not a bad mind
either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to
put you?' 'Not Slyhterin, not Slytherin,' Harry whispered.
'Not Slytherin, eh?' asked the hat. 'Are you sure? You could be great,
you know. It's all here in your head. And Slyhterin will help you on the way to
greatness, no doubt about that. No? Well if you're sure...Better
be...Gryffindor!"
The thunderous cheers, overpowered Harry's sigh of relief.
The red-haired Weasley twins yelled "We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Dumbledore smiled and winked at Harry.
After, "Thomas, Dean" was made a Gryffindor, McGonagall called out the name, "Trunks." The students looked in confusion as a man with short purple hair came up to the front. His hand almost instinctively went to his back, where he usually kept his sword in a scabbard. The hat was soon on his head. 'Brave, dedicated, somewhat reckless,' said the hat. 'I never thought I would encounter this in my life,' Trunks thought. 'But you are devoted to serving the greater good. You are loyal to your loved ones and will do anything to protect them. In that case...”Hufflepuff!"
'Not a good as Gryffindor, but I suppose it could be
worse,' Trunks thought to
himself. He joined the students at the center right table, who welcomed him and
asked questions about his hair.
Ron Weasley came up next. The hat shouted
"Gryffindor!" and a grinning Ron went to sit next to Harry.
"Vegeta," called McGonagall. The stranger in
question had tall spiky black hair, dark eyes and thick eyebrows. He wore a
blue shirt, blue pants and chest armor under the black robes. He resisted the
urge to take the robe off. His arms were folded and he had a scowl on his
face. It was obvious that he did not want to waste his time being here. The
fact that the old witch didn't address him by his title was all the more
infuriating.
"For your information, I am the Prince of Saiyans
Vegeta-sama. All of you should not forget that." "If you're
royalty," called Malfoy. "Then can you tell me if both of your
parents are magical? Or, do you even have parents, like Potter over
there?" This elected angry looks from both individuals. In Vegeta's case,
however, the anger was more apparent. "You dare have the nerve to mock me
like that? I come from a lineage of powerful warriors, more powerful and noble
than your so called "elite" families. How about I show you my power
right here right now!"
The air around Vegeta began to heat up. Vegeta clenched his
fists as sparks of lighting began to appear around him. His hair turned golden
for a moment, then changed back to black. Malfoy stared impassively at him,
while the others around him flinched back in disbelief.
"What kind of magic is he using?' asked one person.
"I don't know, but I think it's awesome!" stated
another.
"Stupify!" chanted McGonagall. A jet of red light
shot from her wand and stunned Vegeta. Seconds later, Vegeta unfroze and
continued powering up.
"Somebody do something!" called Goten.
Goku ran up to Vegeta and held him back. "Get off me,
Kakarot!" he spat, trying to push him off his shoulders. 'You have to stop
this Vegeta! The giant guy was being nice because we had magic powers that
could help save this world!" "This world is not of concern to me, and
neither should it be yours" he said.
"Vegeta, you start behaving yourself right now!"
called a voice. Vegeta turned and saw his wife Bulma glaring at him.
"Listen here, woman!" he said, "I was defending my honor and
telling this brat..."
"You don't need to tell him anything!" she
called. "Stop making things worse and settle down."
"I don't even know why I am here in the first
place," he said.
"Well the sooner you behave, the sooner we can leave
and you can continue your training without interference."
Vegeta seemed to consider this. With a deep sigh, he
powered down and marched toward the stool. At the moment the hat touched his
head, it screamed "Slytherin!" "Figures," said Vegeta as he
made his way to the far left table.
"Nice work Mom!" called Trunks. "I'm used to
it," she mentioned, clearly relieved that no one got hurt.
Finally, "Zabini, Blaise" was made a Slytherin
and McGonagall took the hat away. Just then, another stranger ran down the hall
at the last minute. His face was scared and his long black hair was tied back.
He wore an orange gi, a blue shirt and tennis shoes. He was panting heavily as
he reached the front. "Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find my baseball and I
was busy talking to my friends about my skills in my last baseball game. He
looked over to the friends in question: two Hufflepuff girls who were blushing
and giggling. McGonagall, however, was not impressed. "I have had a long
busy day and you decide to arrive just before the meal started. You're not even
wearing your robe. "I must have...misplaced it?" he asked. Indeed,
the robe had been small and uncomfortably tight on him and as a result, he had
resorted to taking it off, and leaving it on the train by mistake.
"You're name wasn't on the list either, so I would
advise you to leave."
"Come on!" Yamcha groaned. "How am I
supposed to know which house fits me?"
After a moment McGonagall says, "I reckon the hat
would say Hufflepuff, but you will have to wait another time to get
sorted."
"No thanks, I think I'll stay here,” Yamcha countered.
“Now where is the Hufflepuff table?"
Yamcha looked around and then spotted Bulma. "Oh,
h-hey Bulma!" he stuttered while Bulma gave him a look of disgust.
"I'll ask you one more time, leave now or face the consequences,"
ordered McGonagall.
Yamcha decided instead to summon up some of his powers.
"Wolf Fang Fist!" he cried. The outline of a wolf in energy form
moved through the air in McGonagall’s direction. The students waited with bated
breath at the scene before them.
"Protego maxima!" chanted McGonagall. A sphere of
light blue energy appeared around McGonagall and spread around the room. The
force was so powerful that it knocked Yamcha back, and sent him flying out of
the hall and down the stairs with a yelp. "So long, loser!" shouted
Vegeta and everyone around him laughed. Meanwhile, Yamcha was curled up at the
bottom of the stairs, stunned, but still very much alive. He slowly picked
himself up. "Jeez, these people are so mean!" He then saw a brown toad
hoping toward him. "Hey, I found a small brown toad here!" he yelled
from outside. As people mentioned the toad, Neville exclaimed,
"Trevor!" He ran down the hall to retrieve his pet, ignoring the
laughter that followed.
After Dumbledore gave a speech about classes, Quidditch,
and how the dark forest was forbidden, he announced, "Let the feast
begin." Piles of turkey, potatoes, vegetables, and other goodies appeared
on the golden plates in front of them. Everyone dug in to eat, but no one ate
with as much gusto as the Saiyans. Goku's eyes grew as wide as saucers and he
began to stuff food messily into his mouth. Some of the students looked at him
in disgust, but Gohan mentioned casually, "He does that all the
time."
At the Hufflepuff table, Chi-Chi savored the taste of the
food. "My, this is delicious stuff. I wonder where I can find the recipes
for this dinner. It would certainly make my husband happy." At the
Ravenclaw table, Bulma was busy explaining how cell phones work and was asking
why she can't use technology at Hogwarts. "Technology interferes with
magic," a fourth-year boy explained. "The only way to communicate
with the outside world is by owl." "But that's so old-fashioned,
though," she argued. "If I could make some sort of device to channel
the magic and allow people to text, maybe it could work." "But we are
not allowed to do that," he stated. "I would like to try at
least."
"But the muggles could access text messages and know
about the magical world!" he said.
"That would explain the reason," she said. Gears
were already turning in her head, even though she stayed silent.
Hours later, everyone was stuffed and satisfied, save for
Goku who was still eating. "Dad, you have chowed down on six plates
already! Haven't you had enough?" "Nope," he replied. "Food
keeps reappearing on the plates. It's one of the greatest things I have ever
witnessed!" Hermione was thinking of the poor house elves working
themselves down in the kitchen. Dumbledore swiped his hand and Goku's plate was
wiped clean. "Aww, man!" he grumbled in disappointment.
Later on, all the students shuffled out of the hall and
followed the prefects to their respective dorms. The Gryffindor prefect was
Percy Weasley, a tall slender individual with glasses. He had a professional
demeanor to him, quite the opposite of his fun-loving trickster brothers Fred
and George. “Follow me, everyone,” he called. “The Gryffindor dormitory is up
through here. Oh and keep an eye on the staircases, they like to change.” Some
of the students looked up when they entered the next room and could see what
Percy was talking about. Up above were dozens of staircases that were moving on
their own. Some led to roadblocks, doors disguised as walls while some had
disappearing stairs that could surprise unknown travelers.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what kind of torturous trap is this?!”
Everyone turned to stare at Gohan, who had asked the question. “What in
Merlin’s name are you talking about?” asked Percy. “For one thing,” Gohan
explained. “Do you expect these students and us to casually walk these stairs
without fear of falling to our deaths?” “We can fly,” Goten mentioned. “We just
hold onto the rails and wait for the stair to stop moving,” Percy explained.
“Also,” Gohan continued. “What about the poor students who
can’t walk or can’t see? It would take hours to push wheelchairs that you
humans use up those things!”
“Well, with a few levitation spells, it’s not that big of a
deal…” Percy started, but Gohan cut in. “Again, the falling to one’s death part,
not to mention being late to class due to some faulty mumbo-jumbo development!”
“That’s how this
school was made!” Percy argued. “It will remain that way for many years more
and that’s the way it is.”
“Why not change it
up?” asked Goten. “That would be a great idea!” added Goku. Several of the
students nodded their heads in a new excited agreement. Others looked tired and
somewhat fearful of the strange men in their group. “Can we just go up to the
dorm?” asked Percy. “It’s been a long day and I have Ministry paperwork that I
need to help fill out…”
Out of nowhere, Percy got hit in the face with a splash of
water. A blur of color and mischievous laughter followed. “Peeves!” Percy
bellowed. “I don’t have time for this!” The poltergeist hovered in front of the
first year students, wearing a bright red bow tie, stripped leggings, a hat
with bells and a shirt of neon colors. “Ickle firsties, what fun!” he declared
with an evil grin. He pelted more water balloons at the students who docked and
covered their heads in fear. Peeves laughed some more as he threw a stink bomb
in the middle of the crowd. Everyone coughed loudly and held their noses.
“That’s enough, you bully!” yelled Goten, between coughs. He raised himself
into the air and waved his hand. White spirit clones of Goten appeared in front
of him and flew directly at Peeves. His laughter turned to shock as he swatted
at the ghosts. “Get them off, get them off!” he cried as he flew away, knocking
portraits slightly off their hinges.
The students cheered and looked awestruck at Goten, who
came back down to the ground. Percy stared into space like he had just
witnessed a vivid hallucination. He shook his head and cleared his throat.
“Okay then, no more tricks tonight. Everyone hurry up and follow me.” “We can
fly, though” Goten mentioned again. This time, some of the students came up to
him curiously.
“Can you take us up there?”
“How can you fly
without a broom?”
“Where did you learn how to do your spell?”
“Calm down everyone,” said Goten. “Let’s see how we can get
you up there.”
“We?” one student asked.
“Goku, Gohan and myself,” Goten explained.
While Harry, Ron, Hermione and some other students had
already started to follow Percy up the stairs, several other students stayed
behind with the Saiyans. “Climb onto my back and hold on tight,” said Goku.
Several students could fit on Goku’s back as well as Gohan’s. Gohan and Goku
held the students by their robes in each hand.
Goten came back moments later flying on a small yellow
cloud. “This is called a nimbus,” he explained. “It’s how my family gets around
without having to use cars.” “Is it like the Nimbus 2000?” asked a student.
“Not sure what that is, but I guess so,” said Goten. The nimbus was big enough to fit two other
students. Soon enough, all the students were ready to go…most of them anyway.
“I’m scared,” a young girl with brown whimpered. “You’ll be fine,” Gohan
reassured her. “I won’t let you fall.”
“Is everyone ready?”
asked Goku. “Yes!” answered the students. “Hold on, here we go!” said Goku.
Goten lead the way, maneuvering the yellow cloud under and over the staircases.
Gohan and Goku flew after him, the students holding on tight. “This is
awesome!” shouted a young boy on Goku’s back.
Percy stood with his mouth open slightly as he watched them
fly. “Hey, where’s the entrance?” asked Gohan. “Seventh floor portrait to the
far right,” he replied. “Look for a woman in a pink dress.” The three Saiyans
regrouped in the air close to the seventh floor. “I think it’s over there!”
said Goten, pointing to a staircase that led to a portrait of a fat woman in a
pink silk dress. “Good eye,” said Gohan. The students were gently placed in
front of the portrait with grins on their faces. The other students jumped off
Goku’s and Gohan’s backs. “Wow, thank you so much!” said the brown haired girl,
who had been nervous before. “No problem,” said Goku. “Hey, why ride on brooms
when we can ride on the yellow nimbus or these guys in the next Quiddich
match?” said one of the students. “That would be fun to watch,” another student
agreed.
Finally, Percy and the rest of the group came up the
stairs, much more exhausted than the others. Percy shook his head, not even
looking at the Saiyans.
“Password?” asked the Fat Lady.
“Caput Draconis,” stated Percy.
The portrait swung open to reveal a small tunnel. “Follow
me,” said Percy and the students shuffled in. They entered a circular round
cozy room with comfortable armchairs by a fireplace. The boys’ dormitories were
to the right and girls’ were to the left. All the belongings of the students
were already set up in the bedrooms.
Surprisingly, there were extra spare boys’ bedrooms that
were at the top of the stairs that were saved for seventh years as well as
storage. Three beds were already made for Goten, Gohan, and Goku. “I love this
place,” said Goten with excitement. “Me too,” said Goku, rubbing Goten’s head
affectionately. “It is a good place to visit,” said Gohan. “But we really
should find a way back to our world. Frieza has gathered another army as far as
I know. He could attack at any time!”
“It’ll be fine!”
Goku reassured them. “I beat him several times and I can do it again.”
“Whatever you say,” said Gohan.
Off toward the west side of the castle, another prefect was
leading the new Ravenclaw students up the stairs. Bulma marveled at the sheer
size of the castle, but her legs were getting tired from walking up the stairs.
She made a mental note to learn how to install an elevator beside the great hall
or starting, perhaps, at the lowest floor. They finally arrived at the top of
the stairs and stopped in front of a wooden door with a bronze eagle
doorknocker. “Why are we waiting?” asked a boy after a pause. To answer his
question, the bronze eagle suddenly moved, its eyes glowing white. From the
open beak, the eagle spoke a riddle:
“The more of me you have
The longer your life
The more of me you have,
The less you have left.
What am I?”
The group stared in confused silence. The prefect observed
the students. “You have to answer the riddle correctly to enter,” he explained.
“We don’t have passwords like the other Houses do.”
“It could be money?” suggested a red-haired girl.
“What if it’s not a simple as that?” asked a boy next to
her.”
“Money can help you
live longer due to access to resources…” she pondered.
“But it’s not the same for everyone,” the boy mentioned.
“I need to use the bathroom,” another boy pleaded.
“Anyone want to give
it a go?” asked the prefect. He asked the doorknocker what it was and the
riddle was repeated.
Bulma started breathing heavily from going up the stairs.
She took several deep breaths trying to figure out the riddle and calm herself from
a feeling of impatience. She quieted her mind, only hearing the sound of her
breaths…wait a minute!
Bulma stepped to the front and answered, “You are breaths
of oxygen.”
“Exceptional answer,”
replied the doorknocker. The eyes dimmed and the door creaked open. The prefect
led the way to the center of the room, and Bulma let out a small gasp.
A wide circular room appeared before them, decorated by
blue and bronze silks hanging from high pillars. Bookcases were everywhere and
it gave the impression of the room as a small library. The ceiling was painted
midnight blue with white stars so that it looked like the night sky. Up ahead,
there stood a white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw wearing her diadem on her
head. “Wit beyond measure is man’s
greatest treasure,” were inscribed on the crown. Bulma looked out the
window and had a spectacular view of the mountains. In her mind, she hoped that
the citizens in her world were doing alright.
“Follow me, young Hufflepuffs!” called the prefect, an
older student with curly blond hair. The line of students followed the prefect
like a flock of nervous ducklings. At the very back of the line, Trunks
awkwardly walked along, towering over everyone else. When the group started to
make their way down the stairs to the dungeons, Trunks was tempted to pull out
his sword in case danger decided to come from them. Then again, he didn’t want
to startle the students on their first day at Hogwarts. The prefect was
describing the famous witches and wizards in the portraits on the walls, but
Trunks wasn’t paying attention. In fact, he felt like a chaperone looking after
kids at a museum. It was true that he didn’t mind being around children, he
just wanted less drawling from the prefect and more brawling outside. ‘Why am
I even here?’ he asked himself. ‘Conton
city could be in trouble as we speak and I am not over there to protect it!’
“Lumos,” said the prefect. A white circular light appeared
from the tip of her wand. It provided enough light for everyone to see what was
in front of them, but not what was around them. They appeared to be walking
down a dark hallway, portraits decorating the stone walls on either side. One
of the students let out a pained grunt and the sound of rattling armor was
heard. A young boy had accidently bumped into a suit of armor standing against
the left wall. At once, the prefect pointed her wand at the fallen student.
Surprisingly, the suit of armor was still erect. “Are you okay?” asked another
student, helping the boy up. “Yes, I’m fine,” he replied, rubbing his elbow.
“It’s so hard to see in the dark.” With a relieved sigh, the prefect continued
on her way, the students walking behind her.
In the darkness, a faint rattling was heard. “What was that?” a student asked. On
instinct, Trunks unsheathed his sword. The students around him stepped back.
“It’s alright everyone,” said Trunks. “I’m not going to hurt you. Now let’s all
stay together so…” A loud cackle interrupted his sentence. The leering face of
Peeves appeared from the darkness. “Oooh, more ickle firsties! How delightful!”
“Go away, Peeves,” growled the prefect. Peeves replied with a blowing raspberry
and an icy swoop over the heads of the students.
Among the small shrieks, Trunks glared at Peeves. “I am
Trunks, the Super Saiyan, and I demand that you leave at once.” “A tall
student, making up names? That’s hilarious!” Peeves cackled. He tugged on
Trunk’s long purple hair and dodged a swipe of Trunk’s sword. Peeves turned
around and wiggled his butt in the air. “Trunks, such a funny name! I have
trunks of my own,” he said, revealing a pair of red boxers. “Get out of here,
or I’ll call the Bloody Baron!” called the prefect. “Oh, is that going to stop
me?” he asked. “This might,” Trunks replied, firing balls of yellow light at
the mischievous spirit. Peeves dodged all the blasts and disappeared hollering
in the darkness. “Always have to keep an eye out for Peeves,” the prefect
mentioned, calming down the students.
The group continued down the dungeons, which were
surprisingly warm instead of cold. A delicious smell reached Trunk’s nostrils.
He was starting to get slightly hungry, even though he had just eaten. The
students and Trunks caught a glimpse of the kitchens through an open arched
doorway. House elves with long pointed ears were busy washing the dishes from
the feast and stacking pots and pans into a row of empty cabinets of polished
wood. Some were helping themselves to leftovers. Trunks made a mental note to
not let Goku know the location of the place.
Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the common room.
Instead of a door, they stopped at a pile of brown barrels stacked on top of
each other. “What’s the password?” asked a student. “There is none per say,”
replied the prefect. “You have to tap the barrels in a certain order to get in.
If you don’t…”
Trunks swung his sword and sliced the middle row of barrels
in half. Suddenly, a big burst of vinegar shot out and hit Trunks right in the
face. He yelled and covered his eyes, stumbling backwards. Several of the students laughed.
“…then that will happen,” the prefect finished.
“What in kami’s name was that for?” Trunks asked, rubbing
his eyes. “That was the system for warding off intruders,” said the prefect,
giving him a disapproving look. “Sorry,” said Trunks.
“Now everyone watch me,” said the prefect. She tapped the
barrels two from the bottom, middle of the second row in the rhythm of “Helga
Hufflepuff.’ The round door swung open, revealing the common room. Trunks
stepped inside and was impressed at his surroundings. The basement was earthy,
with a low ceiling and cozy armchairs draped in yellow and black. The room was
decorated with vines, hanging plants, and yellow hangings. A portrait of Helga
Hufflepuff was hung above a copper mantle place with badgers carved into it. Round
windows let in sunshine during the day, but at the moment, it allowed a brief
view of the stars above.
Trunks followed the boys trough a rounded barrel shaped
door to the boys’ dormitory. He entered
a room where beds with yellow and black hangings and quilts were arranged in a
circle. Trunks stood still and placed two fingers against his forehead. He
closed his eyes and focused on his home. After a moment, he focused again. “What
are you doing?” asked a curious student. Trunks opened his eyes and lowered his
fingers. “This is, um…new meditation practice. To help with school stress.”
“Cool,” said the student who then walked over to join his friends. Trunks let
out a soft sigh. The instant transmission should have worked. He heard from
another student that most people could not apparate in and out of Hogwarts,
save for the headmaster. Trunks wasn’t sure what the word meant, but he assumed
that it was the same as instant transmission. He considered teaching this
method to the fellow students someday. ‘Maybe
if I adapt to the situation a bit longer,’ thought Trunks, ‘I might be able to figure out how to get
home. Where’s a time machine when you need it?’
Meanwhile, the Slytherin students were making their way
through the dungeons. Torches in the wall provided circles of light that did
not match up to the oppressive darkness. Vegeta’s white ki mocked the darkness,
daring it to try and consume him and the students. He was not pleased at the
fact that they were in a dark damp place, rather than any kind of royal
chamber. Reluctantly, he followed the students and the prefect, arms crossed,
his face in a scowl. He heard some of the students whispering about him, some
staring at his spiky black hair and widow’s peak. He had to restrain himself
from throwing punches. The cold dungeon air was chilly even for him, but Vegeta
ignored the feeling, not wanting to show any weakness.
At last, the prefect stopped in front of a slab of a stone wall.
“Pureblood,” he said. The slab of wall opened, revealing the common room. The
common room was under the great lake, was dungeon-like and was furnished with
black leather furniture and green lamps hanging from the ceiling. Vegeta
admired the snake carvings above the fireplace. For a moment, he wondered if
the witches and wizards would help him conjure a snake to kill Kakarot or
Frieza. He figured that it would not be enough, but thinking those thoughts put
him at ease in this strange situation. He then examined the snake’s long
intertwined bodies. They were long structures, almost looking exactly like…
Vegeta gulped in fear as the thought of worms entered his
mind. “Is our wonderful wizarding world too much for you, punk?”
Pushing aside his thoughts, Vegeta turned to face Draco
Malfoy and his cronies Crabbe and Goyle. “Heh, you boys he no idea where I came
from.” He spoke in a condescending tone. “I am a prince and a warrior, though
I’ll admit having to use magic from sticks is a lot to take in.”
“You don’t know
anything about magic,” Malfoy drawled. “My family have been in Slytherin for
centuries, probably the wealthiest in the world. How can you call yourself a
prince if you don’t have a magical pureblood family?”
“Look, kid. My father was the king of my race. My kind have
conquered planets for many years. Basically, I arrived on Earth and then on a
mission, me and the rest of the Saiyans ended up here.”
“So where are your parents now?” Malfoy asked.
Vegeta was silent.
“Oh, did they die like Potter’s parents did?” he sneered.
“Watch your words,” Vegeta warned.
“Or what? What are you going to do?” asked Malfoy. Crabbe
and Goyle cracked their knuckles. “Professor Snape or the other teachers are
just going to expel you. You’ll be left homeless in the dust.”
“I can handle the world by myself. It would be better than
wasting my time with you.”
“What are Saiyans anyway?” asked Malfoy. Before Vegeta
could answer, Malfoy noticed Vegeta’s brown tail wrapped around his waist. “Oh,
I see” Malfoy said with a laugh. “You’re some warrior monkey people from a
jungle, right?”
“Shut up.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Want to find out?”
Malfoy removed his wand from his robes and pointed it at
Vegeta. Vegeta got into a fighting stance, left fist in front of him. The
students crowded around in a circle to watch. “I’d steer clear if I were you,”
he yelled at them, the students moving backwards in response. Without warning,
Malfoy cast a stunning spell at him. Vegeta quickly ducked and the spell
blasted a hole in the stone wall. Malfoy shot a volley of spells as Vegeta
dodged and powered up. He then fired ki blasts, one catching Malfoy’s black
robe son fire. “Aquamenti,” said a student. A jet of water shot out from their
wand and dowsed the flames.
“Alright break it up right now!” called a voice.
The prefect cast a
spell that sent both of them backward. They both picked themselves up, giving
each other looks of contempt. “The fight was intense so 3 points to Slytherin,”
aid the prefect. “But if I catch you causing trouble again, I will dock 10
points, got it?” “Yes,” said Malfoy. Vegeta merely nodded. With the fight over,
the students headed to their dorms.
In the boys’ dormitory, beds with green hangings were
arranged in rows. A small square fountain was positioned in the middle of the
room. Vegeta scoffed. Did these wizards seriously expect a Saiyan Prince to
share a room with these self-entitled wand waving idiots? Not on his terms. He
lifted his hand and blasted a large hole through the rounded wall. Several heads
turned. With both hands, he lifted one of the beds with ease and flew out of
the hole. Everyone stared in stunned silence. He landed in the living room and
placed the bed in the space between two leather couches. At least he had more
privacy. Vegeta lay in bed, determined to surpass Kakarot as well as the house
of Gryffindor. The sooner he could get out of this world, the better. The
calming sound of the lake water from outside lulled him to sleep.
Next Time...
Scene 2: The Triwizard tournament
Scene 3: Aparation (Instant Transmission) practice
Scene 4: The boggart
To be continued?
