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A Saiyan With Magic

Chapter 9 Dueling

The next morning, at breakfast, Gohan over heard something that made him lose his appetite. Professor McGonagall was telling Professor Flitwick that Colin Creevy had been attacked and he was in the hospital wing, petrified. Gohan whispered this to the others and they decided it was best to start on the potion right away. So all four friends rushed to the girls' bathroom on the second floor with a cauldron and some of the ingredients for the potion.

Hermione and Videl slipped into the bathroom first without a problem, Gohan and Ron had to wait a few minutes so that no one saw them go into the girls' room. When the boys had gotten into the bathroom Hermione and Videl had the old cauldron perched on a toilet with one of Hermione's portable waterproof fires underneath it.

They started making a potion, Gohan and Ron were measuring the ingredients while Hermione and Videl added them to the potion. About 15 minutes into their potion making Gohan paused for a minute when he sensed a familiar Ki signature.

"Harry's here." He said as the door creaked open.

"Hi Harry!" Hermione got out of the stall, "How's your arm?"

"Fine, thanks to Gohan." He said and they squeezed back into the stall.

Harry started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

"We already know — we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going —"

"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," snarled Ron. "D'you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."

"There's something else," said Harry, watching Hermione tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. "Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night."

Harry explained that Dobby had been the one to set the Bludger on him and that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before. This news had them discussing what kind of monster could be in the Chamber of Secrets. Gohan pointed out that he couldn't sense it, which made him wary.

In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall came around collecting names of the people who would be staying at school for Christmas. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Videl, and Gohan signed the list, they heard that Malfoy was staying at Hogwarts during Christmas so it would be the perfect time to use the potion.

The only problem with the potion was that they needed the bicorn horn and the boomslang skin and the only way they were going to get that was by stealing it from Snape.

"We need a diversion" Videl said the day before potions class, "and someone who can move fast." She glanced at Gohan.

"Ok, I will do it, but we need an explosion or something."

The next day in potions after Snape made a rude comment on Harry's potion and went to harass Neville, Gohan gave him a thumbs up and a few seconds later Goyle's potion exploded. People shrieked as the potion hit them and Gohan slipped into the office without anyone noticing. Within a few seconds, Gohan had the ingredients in his pockets and was back to his desk, as if nothing had happened.

There was a great deal of commotion as everyone went to Snape for an antidote for their swellings. Once Snape gave out all the antidotes he swept over to Goyle's cauldron reached his hand inside of it and pulled out the blackened remains of the firework, "If I every find out who threw this-"Snape whispered to the hushed class, "I shall make sure that person is expelled." When they left class they went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, added their stolen ingredients, and figured the potion would be ready in two weeks.

A week later, the five friends were walking across the Entrance Hall when they saw a group of people reading the notice board. Seamus and Dean called them over looking excited.

"They're starting a Dueling Club!" said Seamus. "First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days. . . ."

"What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel?" said Ron, but he, too, read the sign with interest. "Could be useful," he said to Harry and Hermione as they went into dinner. Gohan chuckled thinking that he wouldn't need it, but would go with his friends anyway. "Shall we go?"

At eight o'clock that evening they hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.

"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Hermione as they moved into the crowd. "Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young — maybe it'll be him."

"As long as it's not —" Harry began, but he ended on a groan.

Lockhart was walking onto the stage and accompanied by Snape, wearing his usual black.

Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent! "

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works. "

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a cheesy fake smile, that reminded Gohan of Hercule. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry — you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear.

Snape's upper lip was curling. Lockhart was still smiling like a fool.

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.

"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."

"One — two — three —"

Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Gohan chuckled under his breath, he had seen that to many times in his own life before.

Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was standing on her tiptoes. "Do you think he's all right?"

"Who cares?" said Harry and Ron together.

Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his hair was standing on end. "Well, there you have it!" he said, getting back onto the platform uneasly. "That was a Disarming Charm — as you see, I've lost my wand — ah, thank you, Miss Brown — yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy — however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see …"

Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, "Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me —"

They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Harry and Ron first.

"Time to split up the dream team, I think," he sneered. "Weasley, you can partner Finnigan. Potter —"

Harry moved closer to Hermione.

"I don't think so, Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. Miss Granger-you can partner Miss Bulstrode. Mr. Son and Miss Satan you partner each other." Snape said coldly.

"Face your partners!" Lockhart called from the platform. "And bow!"

Gohan and Videl bowed to each other, smirking, feeling like ancient Japanese warriors.

"Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents-only to disarm them-we don't want any accidents-One…Two…Three…"

Videl cast her charm at Gohan and he jumped to the side, on instinct, to avoid the jet of red light that was aimed at him. He sent his own disarming spell at her and she fell over, wand flying into the air. Gohan helped her stand up as most students stopped dueling, except Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode. Millicent had Hermione in a headlock, Gohan watched as Harry dove in and pulled the Slytherin off of his friend.

"Dear, dear," said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. "Up you go, Macmillan. . . . Careful there, Miss Fawcett. . . . Pinch it hard, it'll stop bleeding in a second, Boot – "

"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," said Lockhart, standing flustered in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away. "Let's have a volunteer pair — Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you —"

"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox." Neville's round, pink face went pinker. "How about Malfoy and Potter?" said Snape with a twisted smile.

"Excellent idea!" said Lockhart, gesturing Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.

"Now, Harry," said Lockhart. "When Draco points his wand at you, you do this."

He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, "Whoops — my wand is a little overexcited —"

Snape moved closer to Malfoy, bent down, and whispered something in his ear. Malfoy smirked, too. Harry looked up nervously at Lockhart and said, "Professor, could you show me that blocking thing again?"

"Scared?" muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.

"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What, drop my wand?" But Lockhart wasn't listening.

"Three — two — one — go!" he shouted.

Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, "Serpensortia!"

The end of his wand exploded. Gohan saw a long black snake shoot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.

"Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily. "I'll get rid of it…"

"Allow me!" shouted Lockhart. He brandished his wand at the snake and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack. Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike.

Harry walked over to the snake and started making some strange hissing noises at it.

"What do you think you're playing at?" he shouted, and before Harry could say anything, Justin had turned and stormed out of the hall.

Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a puff of smoke. Gohan saw Ron tug at Harry's robes as the crowd of students muttered. Gohan and Videl were stuck where they couldn't get out easily to follow Harry, Ron, and Hermione out of the Hall.

Eventually they pushed their way out of the Hall. They didn't see their friends so they went up to the common room. Walking into the common room Gohan heard Hermione's voice telling Harry that something would be hard to prove.

"What's going on?" Gohan asked

Hermione explained that Harry was speaking Parseltongue, that Harry had told the snake not to attack Justin, that Salazar Slytherin was famous for speaking to snakes, and that the school was going to think Harry was related to him.

That night when Gohan slipped out of the window to train, he noted that Harry was still awake and it was stating to snow. As he trained he had to keep blasting the heavy snowfall out of his way, which he got sick of quickly, so he cut his training short and went inside.

By the morning, the snowstorm had turned into a blizzard and their last herbology lesson of the term was cancelled. Hearing this Gohan went back to sleep, and told Ron to wake him up for lunch time.

When Ron woke Gohan up, it wasn't for lunch, but because there had been an attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick.

The news of the attack had turned the students' nervousness into panic. There was a rush to book seats on the Hogwarts Express. Gohan had gotten a letter from his mother requesting him to come home because of the 'danger' at school, he sent a letter back telling his mother that it would be safer to be at school than away.

People in the halls were making fun of Harry, muttering, pointing, and hissing when he passed them. Fred and George found it all very funny and started to go out of the way to march ahead of Harry in the corridors and clear his path. This had started to annoy Malfoy.

That's chapter nine! Sorry for the very long wait, I was finishing my last semester of school. I am pleased to announce that I have graduated from college and will have more time to write my stories!

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