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Book 5: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 1	By : DamianTheSnowLeox Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Incognito

The day after finding out that Dolores Umbridge has the horcrux locket, Piccolo skillfully knocked out four Ministry members; Reg Cattermole for Ron, Albert Runcorn for Harry, Mafalda Hopkirk for Hermione and a man Ron identified as a Snatcher named Jameson for Piccolo. Jameson had shoulder black length hair, brown eyes, was five foot nine and a large scar along the left side of his jaw. Taking the potions, Piccolo was hesitant but gulped it down and shivered in disgust. He did a full body shudder once the transformation was complete then gruffed “Let’s get out of here.” he threaded his fingers through his hair and cringed uncomfortably; he’d never had hair before and he didn’t like it.

“Right then.” Hermione took a deep breath then said “Remember what we said. Don't speak to anybody, Unless it is absolutely necessary. Just ... try and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing. Do that and with a bit of luck we'll get inside.”

Ron disguised Reg Cattermole as groaned “This is completely mental…”

Piccolo chuckled “Agreed but it has to be done so we can get that locket.”

Harry, now Albert Runcorn, straightened his suit and said “Come on, we’ve got a Horcrux to find.”

The four of them followed Ron to a bathroom area the four males separated from Hermione who went into the ladies room. Piccolo, who was impersonating Jameson, eyes the stalls with curiosity as Ron and Harry went inside two stalls. Piccolo glared at a nearby wizard and gruffed “I am new to this entry technique, inform me of how it is done.”

The wizard blinked then said “Oh, er… you flush yourself.” Piccolo raised an eyebrow in question and the man gulped “Y-You step in and flush the toilet.”

Piccolo growled “If this information is false…” he didn’t finish his sentence but the man was quivering in fear; apparently this Snatcher body was well known enough to instill fear. This body would prove to be useful Piccolo thought with a smirk. He then turned and walked into a stall then closed it. He grimaced as he stepped into the toilet then pulled down on the hanging handle. With a sharp intake of breath, Piccolo felt himself be pulled through a tube then he stumbled out of a green fire. Piccolo dusted himself off with a scowl then looked around. He’d never been inside the Ministry so his eyes were scanning the world around him with wonder. His eyes landed on a newspaper and he picked it up, scanning the contents. “Undesirable number one… Harry Potter…”

“Y-You’re a-a S-S-Sna-natcher…”

Piccolo looked up to see the paperboy trembling in fear. He smiled toothily and said in a way that gave a hint to foe kindness “Don’t worry yourself boy. You don’t have a price on your head as far as I am concerned.” he grinned wider “Show yourself to me again when you have a bounty on your head, dead or alive.” The boy stared at him with wide, shaking eyes and Piccolo chuckled then rolled the paper up and put it into his pocket. He walked away with his hands in his pockets. Looking around, Piccolo finally spotted hopkirk and Albert standing next to each other. He walked up to them and purred “Lovely day isn’t it Runcorn?”

Harry jumped then scowled “Don’t do that Pi- Jameson!”

Piccolo smirked then looked ahead. He tilted his head then rumbled “Those are muggles I take it?” His eyes wandered the white marble block that depicted dozens of humans being crushed.

Hermione nodded stiffly “Yes… In their… rightful place…”

Piccolo looked over to see Reg Cattermole walking over looking as stiff as Hermione. “Let me tell you…” he whispered “starting to freak out a bit..”

Harry looked over at Mafalda and whispered “How long did you say this would last…?”

Hermione looked over and whispered shakily “I didn’t…”

Piccolo glanced around then gruffed “Let’s get moving.”

The four of them walked over to the elevators and when they got inside, Piccolo leaned against the wall away from them and crossed his arms, a bored and sour expression on his face. “Cattermole.” The four looked over as a white haired man stopped the door from closing. The man glanced warily at Jameson who sneered distastefully. The man looked back at Reg and said briskly “It’s still raining inside my office. It’s been two days now.”

Ron gulped then said “H-Have you tried an umbrella?”

Yaxley’s lip twitched with unamusement “You do realize I’m going down stairs don’t you Cattermole?”

“Downstairs...?” Reg said slowly, not understanding why that was significant.

“To interrogate your wife.” The man said with a sadistic twinkle in his eye “Now, if my wife’s blood status were in doubt… and the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing... I think I might just make that a priority.” Yaxley said stoically “You have one hour.” he gave Jameson one last wary glance then walked away and the elevator door closed.

As the elevator moved backwards, Ron whimpered “Oh my God… What am I going to do? My wife’s all alone downstairs!”

Piccolo hit the back of Ron’s head and growled “You don’t have a wife Ronald.”

Ron blinked as he rubbed the back of his head “Oh… right.”

A woman’s soft voice suddenly called out as the elevator came to a halt “Level 2.”

Ron whispered frantically “How do I make it stop raining?”

As Reg stepped out, Hermione said “Try Finite Incantatem.”

“Finite Incantatem… Okay...” he turned around as the door closed “And it that doesn’t work?”

Piccolo, Hermione and harry watched as the elevator pulled away from a crestfallen Reg Cattermole. Piccolo leaned forwards and rumbled to Hermione and Harry “If we do not find the locket within an hour, this mission will have a higher chance of something going wrong. We can come back another day.”

Harry nodded “Alright.”

Hermione nodded stiffly “I agree.”

The elevator stopped and the door swung open as Piccolo leaned back and continued to look bored. The three of them froze as they saw a familiar toad-faced witch. “Ah, Mafalda.” Dolores said curtly “Travis sent you didn’t he?” not even waiting for Mafalda to answer, Umbridge stepped into the elevator “Good, We’ll go straight down.” She turned to Jameson and said shortly “Did… Fenrir send you?” Piccolo nodded silently and Umbridge looked a bit nervous but she then smiled sweetly “Alright.” he glanced at Albert and asked “Albert, weren’t you getting out?”

Piccolo watched with mild amusement as Harry stiffly walked out of the elevator then warily turned his head to looked behind him to Piccolo and Hermione. The disguised Namekian glanced at Hermione who looked like she was shaking in fright. Reaching out discreetly with his mind, he mentally reassured her she would be fine.

When the three of them got to the courtroom floor, Umbridge chirped briskly “Come along.” Piccolo pushed himself off the elevator wall and walked behind Mafalda and Dolores. When he got to the courtroom, Piccolo bristled as he looked up and saw the Dementors being held back by a magical shield. The disguised Namekian glanced at the woman being brought in then the woman sat down on the chair in the middle of the room. Dolores, atop a stand now in front of the chair, looked down and read aloud “Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?”

“Yes...” Mary said softly.

”Mother to Maisie, Ellie and Alfred, wife to Reginald?”

“Yes…”

Piccolo cocked his head from where he was standing off to the side as he heard a familiar voice whisper “It’s here…” The Namekian looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Albert and Reg standing at the entrance to the room. Wanting to not look out of place, Jameson moved forwards and put his hand o n Reg’s shoulder then pushed him towards the chair where Mrs. Cattermole sat.

Dolores smiled and said shortly “Thank you Jameson.” Dolores looked back at Mary Cattermole as she continued asking questions.

Piccolo crossed his arms again and stood off to the side again. Poking into Harry’s head, Piccolo thought to him ‘It’s here isn’t it? The horcrux?’

Harry was a bit surprised to hear Piccolo’s voice in his head but he glanced at him then thought ‘Yes. It is.’

Piccolo looked around then saw a familiar locket hanging from Dolores’ neck ‘Up there. She’s wearing it around her neck’

Harry spotted it then slowly crept forwards. The white haired man from earlier was sitting opposite to were Hermione was sitting, his position relaxed and bored. He glanced around the room, vaguely noticing Albert creeping forwards. What caught his attention, however, was a certain Snatcher “J-Jameson?”

Piccolo blinked then rumbled “Yes?”

Yaxley sat up with wide eyes “Y-You’re turning green!”

The Namekian blinked then looked down at his hands then softly cursed “That’s not good...” he quickly thought to Harry ‘Hurry up boy! Before I turn back completely!’

Umbridge noticed Albert’s wand appear into his hand and she looked down at him “What on Earth are you doing Albert?”

Harry narrowed his eyes as he too started to turn back “You’re lying Dolores… and one mustn’t tell lies…” he whipped his wand towards Dolores and shouted “Stupify!”

Dolores widened her eyes but it was too late as he slumped into her chair. Letting out a loud snarl, Piccolo slowly grew back to his original height and muscle mass. Tearing off his shirt, Piccolo lunged forwards and quickly incapacitated the multiple Ministry members that were present. He flew up to where Umbridge was out cold and pulled off the locket then put it on for safe keeping. Piccolo suddenly froze and he looked up as the shield holding back the Dementors vanished “RUN!” He jumped down from the stands and ushered Mrs. Cattermole and the rest to run as fast as the could. When they were all in the elevator and it closed, Piccolo and the rest pressed against the back wall as the Dementors tried to reach out to them. Using their power to suck the happiness from them, Piccolo pointed his wand at them then roared “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” A large ball of light burst from his wand then a silvery Hippogriff attacked the Dementors, pushing them away from the elevator doors. As the elevator jolted then moved away, everyone was silent. Piccolo, who was in the back, grumbled uncomfortable then used his clothes beam to garb himself in a black cloak with his Gi underneath.

When the five of them got to the main floor and exited the elevator, Harry kept his head down as they walked. Suddenly Reg stopped and turned to Mary Cattermole “Mary. Go on home. Take the kids I'll meet you there. We have to leave the country, do you understand?” when the woman didn’t move, Ron shook her gently “Mary, do as I say.” Suddenly Mary cupped Reg’s face and kissed him passionately. Piccolo facepalmed and groaned as Ron slowly shrunk down. The woman let go then gasped and backed away in shock.

“Mary?” Everyone turned to see the real Reg Cattermole walk past Piccolo and Harry wearing his underclothing “Who is that?”

“Uh…” Ron blinked at Reg “Er…” he turned to Mary and smiled sheepishly “Long story. Nice meeting you.”

As the four of them hurriedly walked away, Piccolo growled at a man that pointed at them and declared “Harry Potter! It’s Harry Potter!”

Piccolo snarled in annoyance then roared “Run for it!” The four of them quickly ran and as the white haired man from earlier ran after them. As they ran away, Piccolo threw Ki balls over his shoulder at Yaxley. Jumping into the large floo network fireplace, the four of them were pulled away. Piccolo looked down then swung his fist as he felt Yaxley’s hand on him and saw the man’s other hand on Hermione’s ankle.

Grimmauld Place flashed before them, then the sight was ripped away as they landed on a hard cold floor. “HARRY!” Hermione cried out as she scrambled over to Ron who was convulsing and twitching painfully. As Harry rushed over, she said quickly as she put her hands on Ron’s now bloody arm “Harry quickly! I-In my bag th-there’s a bottle labeled Essence of Dittany!” Harry fumbled with her beaded bag then Hermione shouted “Quickly!”

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed at the bag “Accio Dittany!” he grasped the bottle, unstopped it then handed it to her. His eyes widening at the sight of Ron’s cut up arm “H-Hermione… His arm…”

Hermione sniffled as her eyes dripped with tears “I know…”

Harry looked behind him as he heard another pained groaned and Harry gasped then rushed over quickly “Piccolo!” Harry put a hand on the Namekian’s chest, the alien’s purple blood flowing heavily from where his left hand was missing and his left arm was sliced up, there was a through-and-through hole in his chest and a large gash across his face. “Mione! I need that Dittany stuff over here too!”

Hermione sobbed louder, knowing that two of her friends were seriously hurt because of her. After knowing Ron would be okay, Hermione crawled quickly over to Piccolo and started to drip the healing potion on the unconscious Namekian. Hermione sniffed and whimpered “I-I’m so s-sorry! It’s all m-my fault!”

Harry, still confused as to what happened, looked at Hermione worriedly and scared “What happened? I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place!”

“W-We were!” Hermione tried not looking at her hands that were now a mix of red and purple blood “We were there we were there b-but Yaxley got a hold of me and Piccolo... and he saw where we went... We couldn't stay there s-so I brought us here... but... R-Ron and Piccolo got splinched…”

Harry looks down at Piccolo who was still unconscious, his sharply carved face stoic as if he wasn't hurt and was merely sleeping. “Get better Piccolo…”

Hermione shakily stood up then walked a few yards away. She raised her bloody hands and wand then said clearly “Protego Totalum. Salvia Hexi.”

Harry looked up from where he sitting next to Piccolo “What are you doing?”

Hermione looks back at Harry for a moment “Protective enchantments. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Shaftesbury Avenue, do you?” she turns back to the magical wall she was putting up “Get going with a tent.”

“Tent?” Harry asked with a confused expression.

Hermione continued “Protego Totalum.”

“Where am I supposed to find a tent?”
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Book 5: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 1