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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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Lovegood And Scabior

The next morning, the four travellers apparated to the edge of the Lovegood property. Piccolo looked over the familiar building then gruffed “Come on then.”

The four of them walked through the grass and up to the front door, Ron absently commenting on the floating plumps near the door. Piccolo raised his hand and knocked on the door three times. The door creaked open and through the slit Xeno was seen with wide eyes as he looked at Piccolo “P-Picc-olo?”

Piccolo raised a brow ridge then nodded “Hello Xenophilius, may we come in?”

The door opened more and Piccolo noticed that the man was more dishevelled than usual. His eyes skimmed over the other three, freezing on Harry. He blinked then said “Oh, yes yes. Come in.” Xeno sat everyone down in the living room while Piccolo just stood nearby “So… What brings you here, Mr. Potter?”

“Well, sir, we need some help.”

“Ah. Help. I see. Yes, well, the thing is, helping Harry Potter, rather dangerous these days…” Xeno glances at Piccolo anxiously as the Namekian goes upstairs.

“Aren’t you the one who keeps telling everyone it’s their first duty to help Harry?” Ron said with a frown.

Mr. Lovegood clasped his hands tightly together “I have expressed that view, yes. In the past. Would you excuse me one moment.” he stood up abruptly “I shall return shortly and, um, try to help you…” Lovegood then dashed from the room.

Piccolo looked around upstairs then started going around and collecting his, Luna’s and Gohan’s possessions. He knew Xenophilius well enough to know something was wrong. The obvious looks of nervousness set off obvious alarms in the trained Namekian’s head. Piccolo put everything into capsules then stashed them away. He found the volume control cuffs Xeno gave him one Christmas and put them on. He looked around the space he'd been living in with the love of his life for the past few years. He put his hand on Luna’s bed then frowned; there was a light coat of dust, nearly undetectable to the untrained hand and eye but it was undisturbed dust all the same. Piccolo removed his hand then walked down the spiral stairs. When he got down stairs, Hermione was reading from a book, talking about a second brother:

“Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his home, where he took out the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his delight, the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. Yet soon she turned sad and cold, for she did not belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother. As for the third brother, Death searched for many years but was never able to find him. Only when he had attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the Cloak of Invisibility and give it to his son. He then greeted Death as an old friend and went with him gladly, departing this life as equals.”

“Well, there you are.” Xeno said absently “Those are the Deathly Hallows.”

“Sorry, I still don’t understand” Harry said with a confused expression.

Piccolo’s brow was furrowed a bit then dismissed his confusion since he only heard half of the story. He watched as Xeno pulled over a parchment and quill then drew a line “The Elder Wand.” he breathed then drew a circle at the base of the line "The Resurrection stone.” he drew a triangle around the two shapes and said “The Invisibility cloak. Together they make the Deathly Hallows; one master of Death.”

“Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?

“That was the name on the grave with the mark on it in Godric’s Hollow. Ignotus Peverell.”

“Ignotus and his brothers Cadmus and Antioch are thought to be the original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story.” Lovegood’s focus wavers, sadness in his eyes for a moment then he blinks and eyes the tea kettle. “Ah, but your tea’s grown cold Excuse me, I'll be right back.” Xeno then bustles out of the room.

When Lovegood exits the room, Ron leaned forward and whispered “Let’s get out of here once he’s back. I’m not touching this stuff, hot or cold.”

Harry looks into the distance then says absently “Which one of the Deathly Hallows would you choose if you could?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Hermione said then all three of then said at the same time.

“Wand.” Ron said.

“Stone.” Harry said.

And Hermione said “Cloak.” Granger looked at Piccolo who was silent “What would you choose Piccolo?”

The Namekian looked at Hermione then looked away and rumbled “I have no desire for any object of power. My powers are great enough to not care nor want items that would supposedly make that power greater.” he looked at the three wizards and said “Power always comes at a price. And I have paid that price many a time.” Piccolo looked at a tilted over picture frame then picked it up. His expression was unreadable as he looked over the picture of Luna, himself and Gohan the demi had given Xenophilius the year before. That foreboding feeling popping back up again, Piccolo stashed the picture into a capsule then turned around with crossed arms. “We should leave. There is no longer a reason to stay since we got the information we came here for.”

Harry nodded then stood up “Right.”

Walking into another room, the four of them saw Xenophilius staring out a window. Ron spoke up and spooked the zoned out Xeno “You forgot the water.”

Mr Lovegood frowned a bit in confusion “Water…?”

“For the tea?” Hermione said with a suspicious eyebrow raise.

Xenophilius let out a breathy, embarrassed laugh “I did, didn’t I?” he bustled over to the stove and picked up the kettle “How silly of me.”

“There is no need Xenophilius. We need to leave.” Piccolo rumbled.

“NO!” Xenophilius slammed down the kettle making Piccolo grateful he put on the volume control ear cuffs.

“Sir?” Harry asked warily as Xenophilius Lovegood ran over to the front door and blocked it.

The extremely ruffled looking man rasped “You’re my only hope… They were angry, you see, about what I’d been writing, so they took her... They… They took my Luna…” he locked eyes with Harry and whispered “But it’s really you they want…”

Piccolo’s guard went up fully as Harry asked “Who took her sir?”

Lovegood stared at them then opened his mouth and said “Voldemort…”

A second after Lovegood says Voldemort’s name, several smokey figures appear in the sky outside, bee-lining directly toward the house. As Harry, Ron and Hermione hit the floor, spells shoot through the house like bullets. One spell hits the printing press and it explodes, sending burning Quibblers everywhere. Lovegood waves madly as he runs out the front door. “Stop! Please stop! I’ve got him! He’s inside!”

Piccolo gritted his teeth as he stayed standing while the house was thrown into chaos. He looked down at Hermione and roars “GET THEM OUT OF HERE GRANGER!”

“Not without you!” Hermione yelled back then held out her hand “Take my hand! All of you!”

Piccolo bared his teeth as he glared out a hole in the house he'd been living in for years. He turned back to then three of them then snarled “Give me one minute!” His temper getting the best of him, Piccolo powered up then burst through a wall of the house. Letting out a battle roar, Piccolo slammed his fist into the nearest Death Eater. As the man spiraled towards the Earth, Piccolo launched himself at another then another. Within forty-seven seconds Piccolo had killed or knocked out all eight Death Eaters that had shown up. He spotted Xenophilius Lovegood on the ground then glared at him. His head shot around when he felt a larger power signature approaching. Not wanting to deal with whoever it was, Piccolo zoomed back into the house quickly and hissed as he put his hand on Hermione's shoulder “Now!”

Not waiting another second, Hermione apparated the four of them away from the crumbling Lovegood house. The four of then landed in a forest where Ron ranted a second after landing, “That treacherous old bleeder! Is there no one we can trust?!”

Piccolo's brow furrowed in thought “He said they had Luna. He is a man who was doing anything for his daughter. The wrong thing, yes, but he was never a sharp minded male.”

Hermione sighed then froze when she looked at Piccolo. “Oh…”

Piccolo looked at the witch “What?” breathing in the air around him, he looked down after he smelled blood. His hand ran down the chest of his torn Gi where a severing charm tried to slice him in half and the red mixed with a small bit of purple blood scattered on him. “Hn…” he torn off the top of his Gi then gruffed “Needless to say I took care of things. No need to dwell on things.”

Ron sighs as he takes out his wand “I’ll do the enchantments.” As Ron walks forwards, Piccolo discreetly puts on a black cloak and his mask as he senses beings surrounding them.

Ron freezes then slowly walks backwards as a man named Scabior comes from around a tree. In his hand is Hermione’s red scarf, its colors faded and filthy. He presses it to his nose, inhales and grins yellowing teeth at the four travellers then locks eyes with Hermione. “Hello beautiful.” he glanced behind him as several other Snatchers appear with wands drawn “Get them.”

“Shit…” Piccolo snarled then the four turned and dashed through the trees. Getting a bit split up, Hermione sprinted through the trees as Scabior pursued her with a huge grin on his face. Running through the forest, Piccolo looks up and sees a Snatcher leap from one tree to another with inhuman grace. Ron bulls through thick brush then jumps over a fallen tree. The forest grows more dense as the four of them run, the shadows thickening with each passing minute and each spell thrown over their shoulders. Piccolo turns his head but keeps running as he hears someone yell out; Ron. A quick peek into the forest tells the Namekian Ron is on the ground and bound. Coming to a clearing, Piccolo gathered an energy ball behind his back then dispersed it when he sensed at least 15 total Snatchers. With narrow eyes, he whipped out his wand as soon as he saw Harry come into the clearing then threw a jinx at the boys face. Watching Harry fall from the force of the hit, Piccolo watched as Harry’s face swelled up like he'd gotten stung by a bee and had a bad reaction. Piccolo turned as Hermione ran into the clearing. Baring his teeth, he pulled Hermione behind him protectively. He growled at her “Are you alright?”

Hermione nodded “Yes. But Ron got ca-” she put a hand to her mouth and gasped as Ron was dragged into the clearing by Fenrir Greyback.

Scabior walked forwards and twirled his wand seemingly bored. Piccolo frowned then turned around quickly as Hermione yelped. Piccolo knelt down and caught the girl as ropes coiled around her limbs. The Namekian looked back up and snarled “What the Hell do you want?”

Scabior tsked his tongue then said “What's your name? The cloaked one.”

Piccolo thought for a moment then said “Nail.” he internally grinned since he technically wasn't lying.

A few of the Death Eaters gawfed at the ridiculous sounding name then Scabior pointed at Hermione “Who're you pretty?”

“Penelope Clearwater…” Hermione said through the pain of the ropes.

Scabior strolled over to Harry and rolled him over onto his back “Ugh. What happened to you ugly?”

Harry felt his puffy face then said “Stung. Allergic reaction.”

“Hn, name?”

Harry wet his lips then said “Vernon Dudley.”

Scabior glanced behind him “Check the list.” he turned to Ron who was still chained up “And you, ginger?”

Ron growled out “Stan Shunpike…”

A Death Eater laughed and spat with a grin “Like ‘ell you are. We know skinny Stan.”

“Try again.” Scabior smirked when Rom stayed silent.

“Boss, there’s no Vernon Dudley on ‘ere.”A snatcher said, looking up from his clipboard.

“Hear that, ugly? The list says you’re lying.” Scabior says with a sadistic grin “How come you don’t want us to know who you are? Hm?”

“The list is wrong. I told you who I am-”

Scabior puts a finger to his lips, silencing Harry, his wand probing Harry’s face more closely. “Change of plans, boys. We won’t be taking this lot to the Ministry…”

“Hey boss?” The Snatcher with the clipboard called out and Scabior turned to him. The Snatcher held up his clipboard “There's no Nail on here either.”

Scabior looked gleefully at Piccolo and said “So we got three liars in this group eh?”

Piccolo growled then said “My name is Nail.”

Scabior sighed then said “We'll see about that. NOW!” Piccolo froze up then collapsed as over ten stun spells hit him then a few hit the rest of the group, all four falling into darkness.
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Book 5: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 1