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Book 6: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 2	By : DamianTheSnowLeox Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Boy Who Lived... Come To Die...

(Warning: Bellatrix Shenanigans)

‘Ugh… My head… It's pounding…’ Piccolo scrunched his brow ridge in discomfort, his temples and the bases of his antenna throbbing painfully. He took a few breaths and decided he was in a forest from the smell and taste of the air. He could tell there were several beings nearby but when he tried opening his eyes, he hissed and closed them again. When he cracked open his eyelids for a second, he couldn't see anything so he figured he was blinded in one way or another. He shifted slightly in discomfort when he found he was sitting on a protruding root; he was definitely in a forest. He mentally grumbled when he found that his Ki wasn't at his disposal. That combined with the feel of metal around his neck and wrists, he could conclude he'd been captured.

Again.

He mentally sighed and belittled himself for getting captured once again. Piccolo thought back to when he had told Harry and the others to run and go without him. After that he was facing off the Death Eaters that had stormed the streets. A few minutes into fighting the Death Eaters… he found that the rest of that memory is a blur.

“Oh lookie! It's awake!”

Piccolo scowled at the familiar voice of a certain mentally unstable witch. He felt his antenna get grabbed and his head yanked back. Piccolo growled in his throat then flinched when he felt a cold sharp object press to his throat.

“Shh… None of that pet.” At the last word Bellatrix yanked on his sensitive appendages, making the Namekian shake and groan in pain. “Aw… Did I hurt you my pet? Here, let me help you…”

Piccolo leaned away slightly then jolted when he felt a tongue lap at the base of his antenna. A growl bubbled in his throat then he let out a sharp yell when teeth bit on his left appendage. His antenna twitched and jumped at the assault on his sensitive skin. He felt filthy as Bellatrix continued her molestation of his antenna, pain lancing through his brain and spine. Piccolo felt Bellatrix’s hands roam his chest that he now just realized was unclothed. He jerked away then hissed through his teeth when Bellatrix bit the tip of his ear.

“Come now Namekian.” she cooed “You're going to be a good pet for me aren't you?” A blade edge pressed to his collarbone as Bellatrix licked the length of his ear, making Piccolo shudder in disgust. He flinched and felt physically ill as Bellatrix dipped her tongue into the crevices of his pointed ear. The noises her mouth made against his sensitive ear made his stomach flip, the wet smacking noise being the worst and when she licked her lips.

“Now now Bellatrix, it is your pet, not your food.”

Piccolo's guard went up at the sound of Voldemort’s raspy voice and Bellatrix retreated. He heard the sound of someone approaching him then felt cold fingers tilt his face upwards. He felt finger tips trace the sharp features of his facial structure then Voldemort spoke again:

“You feel quite confused don't you creature?”

Piccolo tried his best to put on an expression he'd be using if he was glaring “Not particularly.” He gruffed, his mouth and tongue dry making him wonder how long he's been out. “I know I'm in a forest and your lackies captured me in Hogsmeade, Voldemort.”

“Mmm…” Voldemort hummed, his fingers roaming down Piccolo's thick neck and to his shoulders “Ah, but do you know what happened whilst you were sleeping?” Piccolo remained silent so Voldemort continued “Your friends were slaughtered in battle. I called my men to cease their assault after several hours of battle. And right now… Harry Potter is on his way to face his death in exchange I spare his friends.”

Piccolo's breath hitched then he snarled and shook his head “You lie! Every word from your mouth is a lie!” Piccolo flinches slightly as he is slapped, his face turned to the left slightly from the impact.

“How dare you!” Bellatrix hisses.

Voldemort eyes Piccolo with cold eyes then says to Bellatrix “I do believe you need to train your new pet Bellatrix. It seems quite wild and does not know its place.”

Piccolo heard Bellatrix cackle then she said excitedly “As you wish my Lord!”

Piccolo grunts as the metal collar around his neck is yanked, the sharp edges cutting into his neck. He feels the collar pull forwards roughly and he is forced onto his hands from the momentum. With a snarl, Piccolo yanks back on the collar forcefully then makes a small noise as he falls backwards and someone lands on top of him. He can sense immediately it’s Bellatrix so he opens his mouth and chops down on whatever is near him. He hears Bellatrix scream painfully and start slashing at him with the blade in her hand. Piccolo suddenly feels like over ten thousand volts are running through him and he lets go with a roar, his body convulsing and teeth as well as lips red with blood. When the pain stops, his chest jumps with every breath as Bellatrix crawls away.

“H-He bit my ear!” Bella shrieked.

Piccolo coughed then laughed tiredly “Payback’s a bitch you wench...”

“You bit part of it off!” She continued to shriek.

Piccolo growled as he sat up and licked the blood from his lips “You cut mine off before. I’m tempted to ask you to cut mine off so I don’t have to hear your damn screeching woman.” he grinned “I think I prefer Ron singing than listening to you speak, and he’s tone deaf.” With a smug smirk, he heard a couple Death Eaters laugh or chuckle at his words.

Bellatrix glared at the men laughing at her then pulled out her wand and yelled “Crucio!”

Piccolo heard a man scream bloody murder and his body hit the forest floor. The man must have been higher up because he heard the body roll downwards. The Namekian’s ears twitched slightly as he tried to hear what was going on other than Bellatrix being her insane self. He could smell the Dark Lord nearby so he gruffed “So… What’s the plan here anyway? Get Mrs. CrazyBitch over here to torture me and that’s it? Not very productive if you ask me.”

Voldemort chuckled then said “There is much more going on my green friend.”

Piccolo snapped “Don’t call me your friend. We are anything but. Even in the old days I wouldn’t be friends with a thing like you.”

“Old days...?” The Dark Lord mused.

Piccolo smirked “Yeah, you magic-folk wouldn’t know me or my father. What we really were. What we were like.” he thought for a moment then said “Well, he’s still evil but I decided to take a side step in the family business.”

Voldemort eyed Piccolo then said “Is this true? You are a creature of evil?”

Piccolo shrugged “It’s debatable. I come from a line of evil but my species is generally docile. My family was an exception.” he turned his head and stilled as he “stared” into the dark forest.

Tom Riddle looked over as well then he saw Xaxley enter the clearing. The man looked nervous as he said “Th-There’s no sign of him my Lord...”

Voldemort nodded and Xaxley fled to the group of Death Eaters behind the Dark Lord. “I thought he would come…” he turned and walked away “I was… it seems… mistaken.”

“You weren’t.”

Piccolo straightens and jerks forwards only to be pulled back by chains “Harry! What are you doing here you idiot?! Go!” Piccolo grunts as he is kicked and is sent face first into the dirt. He grumbles as the foot stays on his back. The Namek heard Harry step a bit closer then stop, Voldemort doing the same.

“Harry Potter…” The Dark Lord rasps “The Boy Who Lived… Come to die…”

Piccolo growls from his place on the forest ground and roars “Run Harry! NOW!” He jolts as pain lances through him then a knife is pressed to his throat. He hears Bellatrix hiss in his ear.

“Not another word Namekian…”

Piccolo growls but doesn’t say anything. The forest is silent as a graveyard, the only noise is the slight rustle of cloth, wind and the hisses of Nagini. Suddenly Voldemort’s voice rings through the clearing:

“Avada Kedavra!”

“NO!” Piccolo struggles, the knife pressing into his throat and drawing a line of purple blood. His breath hitches as he hears a body hit the floor, then another one. He feels Bellatrix freeze then rush off of him and run forwards. Piccolo sits up with a pained grunt then tilts his head to hear better. From what he could tell and by the whispering around him, When Harry died, the Dark Lord dropped to the floor like a rock. Piccolo’s head tilted downwards as he murmured a soft prayer for Harry.

“Are you sure you’re alright now?” Fred asked worriedly as Trunks walked away from the corner he had passed out in.

Trunks nodded and rubbed his neck tiredly “Yeah… I’m good for now. Thank you Fred, you too Gohan.”

Gohan smiled “Of course Trunks.”

Fred took Trunks’ hand and said softly “Come on, let’s go see how George is doing then.”

Trunks nodded and said as they walked over “His energy is still there so that’s a good sign.” The two of them walked over while Gohan went to go see where Veget had wandered off too. Trunks knelt down next the bed George was laying in and put a hand on his arm “Georgie?”

George’s eyes fluttered then opened slowly. He looked over then smiled weakly “Trunksie…” he reached out and Trunks took his hand into his own.

As Trunks stroked the back of George’s hand absently, Mirai said softly “How are you feeling George?”

George shrugged then said “I’ve been trying to come up with leg jokes… but I’m stumped...” George grinned like an idiot and Fred groaned while Trunks shook his head.

“That was dreadful George.” Fred groaned.

Trunks smirked “If you keep doing leg jokes I’m going to start calling you Ilean.”

George pouted “But I like hearin ya call out George.”

Trunks blinked then blushed red and averted his eyes “Sh-Shut up you tosser…”

Fred rolled his eyes then said “Seriously though, how are you?”

George grunted as he shifted “I’ll be better once I’m in Saint Mungo's. Mum was fretting over me but then everyone went to Ginny. Turns out she has a concussion. Some rubble fell on her when she was helping out earlier in one of the hallways.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that…” Trunks murmured.

George pulled Trunks’ hand to his face and his kissed the palm then said “How are you? Fred said you were having an attack earlier. PTSD?”

Trunks nodded “Yeah… All the carnage just caught up with me when everything started slowing down. Being around that many dead bodies and that much blood…” he shook his head with closed eyes “It’s like before… It was too close to home for me.”

Trunks was pulled into a side hug from Fred and Fred kissed the top of his head “It’s over for now…” Trunks nodded and leaned into Fred, his hand still stroking George’s.

Suddenly, every single being who could sense energy turned at the same time, facing the Forbidden Forest. Trunks and the other’s flew to each other in the middle of the room and started quickly conversing in Japanese.

Goku eyed the other’s and murmured in Japanese “You all sensed that too?”

Vegeta nodded and gruffed “Feels like the boy died and the Dark Lord’s energy went down but isn’t gone.”

Gohan bit his lip and said worriedly “What do you think happened?”

Bardock shook his head “I have no idea.”

Vegeta glanced at towards the forest then said “I believe he sacrificed himself with the belief the war would end and all of us would be spared if he gave himself up willingly.”

Trunks raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes “Y-You think?” he shook his head, his tail lashing in anxiety “That’s not how war works! He let himself be killed for nothing! You-Know-Who will still come after everyone!”

Goku put a hand on Trunks’ shoulder “Calm down Mirai, everything’ll work out in the end. We’ve all seen tyrants like Vodetort-”

“Voldemort.” Vegeta corrected.

Goku smiled sheepishly “Right… We’ve all seen people like him. They never win, even if they do, it’s not for long. Something always happens so good triumphs.”

Bardock eyed his cub then rumbled “Not always cub. Under Frieza, millions upon millions of lives were lost and several thousand species were wiped out by those under his command. The Ice-jin’s won more than you think. They always do. If their legacy is remembered, they win.”

Vegeta scowled “As much as I hate to admit it… Bardock is right. If the Dark Lord does win this, and does get defeated in the future, how many lives are going to be taken under that rule? It’s Frieza logic all over again but on a smaller scale. We have to treat it as such.”

Bardock smirked “Didn’t realize you cared so much your Highness.”

Vegeta punched Bardock in the gut making the scarred Saiyan double over and cough. “Do not mock me low class.” he growled. Vegeta folded his arms again then said “Taking a page from Lucifer; we do nothing. This is not our world so we should see how this unfolds from here. Voldemort and Potter are both the main people in this war so anything involved with them, we should try not to meddle in their affairs too much.”

Bardock thought to himself ‘Too late…’ He straightened back up, rubbing his stomach “Ow.” he grumbled.

Vegeta scoffed then said “Again and listen well. We-do-nothing. Let’s watch and see. If someone calls out on us and our power, say that you used all of your energy. The Oozaru transformation is a good alibi.”

Goku and the other nodded “Alright. Sounds good.” he sighed “Still sad though… I thought of him as a son of sorts to be honest.”

Gohan sighed and nodded “It is sad… But we can’t tell them he’s dead. I think it would ruin the run of this world.” he looked at Vegeta “Agreed?”

Vegeta nodded “Agreed.” he then gruffed “If anyone asks and they most likely are, we are talking about what just occurred during the battle and about our home life. Personal talk as such.”

Trunks nodded “Right.”

Bardock rubbed the bridge of his nose then walked towards Minerva “Minnie.” the witch looked up from tending to a teacher “Ima go keep watch. See if Volde comes back ya know?”

Minerva nodded then put a hand on Bardock’s forearm “Thank you by the way Bardock. You've done so much for the school and her students.”

Bardock smiled and nodded “Glad to be of service Minerva.” The Saiyan then turned on his heel then flew to the front of the school then perked himself up high so he had a good view of the remaining bridge and the forest.
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Book 6: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 2