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Children of the Moon	By : aidoneuskiss Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I'm not sure if I need a second disclaimer what with the disclaimer bar but here goes: I make no monies off this fic, all character belong to their copyright holding creators and publishing companies. I simply use them to act out the naughty stories in my head. Thank you.

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It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash. - Fred Woodworth

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It took several days for Harry's feral mind to come to terms with Trunks' presence as a positive alpha role model, rather that the negative his Uncle Vernon had provided. Although food and water were abundant in their quarters, Harry spent days going without, as the wild-minded child grew up associating all physical contact with pain and fear. In order to counteract this conditioning, Trunks would not give food or water unless Harry first took it from his bare hand. Hand-feeding the boy as one might an abused dog to establish trust and dependence on the care-giver. Trunks spoke constantly to Harry, getting him used to his voice, while keeping his tone always neutral, speaking about everything and nothing.

No real physical leeway was made until Trunks began incorporating the caress of his tail into their feeding regime. As the appendage was the only anatomical part on his body that was decidedly inhuman, Harry had no fear of it. Soon Harry began looking forward to meals, sitting with Trunks rather than escaping to his nest to feed, allowing the tail and eventually Trunks' hands to stroke him. It soon became Trunks' guilty pleasure to run his fingers through Harry's hair as it was decidedly saiyajin in nature. A touch of nostalgia, from a lost time he'd once called home.

As days passed, green slowly began to surface in the red sea of Harry's eyes as the boy's human psyche began to merge with his instincts. "Hot!" was the first word spoken two weeks after their initial meeting, when Trunks finally convinced Harry he was ripe enough to sprout mushrooms and dragged the child with him into the shower. As the Dursley's had always hosed the boy down in the yard, water temper was a novelty to him. So were shampoo and conditioner apparently, as Trunks later learned, the Dursley's only ever providing a small cake of soap that barely produced a suitable lather.

When the first of September arrived, Harry Potter was once again in control of his mental facilities albeit, quicker to anger and more in tune with the Oozaru lurking just beneath the skin. A fact that was quite evident in the slight ring of red around the vibrant green of his eyes. His wand was still imbedded in the flesh of his forearm, yet he had mastered a sort of flick of his wrist that summoned it into his hand.

At the moment, blue eyes watched as Harry packed, unpacked, and repacked his new trunk with the books and supplies Trunks had bought him to replace the ones the boy had destroyed. Trunks understood the basic need for order Harry was now exhibiting. Without order there was no control, and with the power their blood held the results of that would be catastrophic if not apocalyptic. Last to be packed away were the tailored school robes Harry had taken to stoking unceasingly whenever he had a spare moment. Made of Acromantula silk, weightless as air, damn near indestructible and selling for the spider's weight in gold for every yard, it was the closest thing to goblin armor on the market. A necessary extravagance in Trunks' opinion considering who his young charge was and just how unprotected and unprepared he found the wizarding world to be.

The click of the lock on Harry's trunk triggered it's self-shrinking charm and the child quickly stowed it away in the moleskin pouch around his neck. Another extravagance necessary to insure the boy celebrity's privacy. The less access people had to his things, the less likely Harry could be tracked or harmed by them.

"Ready?" Trunks asked, shouldering his rucksack and giving the room a last once over just in case anything was overlooked. Harry nodded and moved closer allowing Trunks to place a hand on his head. Wrapping his tail around Harry's thigh for good measure, Trunks raised two fingertips to his forehead, sought out the excited mass of ki signatures gathered at his intended target and focused on the Instantaneous Movement Technique(1).

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Trunks smiled as they rematerialized in the bowels of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry without the detection of the wards Dumbledore had laced within the Founders own. Their appearance was greeted by the exuberant army of house elves preparing the Welcoming Feast and Trunks graciously accepted the offering of a meal on both of their behalves. After an amazing display of what a half-saiyajin's stomach took to be satisfied, Trunks greeted the Great Elder in their own tongue and implored them for help; choosing to ignore, for the moment, that Harry had not eaten a bite off his own plate.

As Trunks expected, they agreed to an alliance immediately once he appealed to their nurturing nature with Harry's sob story of neglect, starvation and abuse at the hands of the relatives Dumbledore had left him in the care of. A carefully regulated diet was set up for Harry in an effort to combat his stunted growth and a food fund created for Trunks so that he wouldn't run the castle into the poor bank. Trunks' classroom, office, living chambers and those assigned to Harry would be stripped of all portraits, monitoring, listening, spying or any other invasive charms/spells found woven into the walls. Elf magic would then be used to create new wards to these rooms and allow entrance to only those given explicit permission to do so. Lastly, post owls would be intercepted and mail sorted by the elf staff before being dropped in Trunks' "in" box when his office was set up. Any mail addressed to Harry would then be given to the boy by Trunks himself.

Though Trunks expected to ask more of the house elves as the school year progressed, when he believed his foundation to be solid enough to at least hold his own against the Headmaster's initial machinations, he asked that one of the elves side-along apparate them to his rooms as soon as their terms were carried out. While they waited, Trunks prodded Harry to eat, if only just a little, running an ongoing dialog in order to sooth the child's nerves as picked at his plate.

"They're called house elves, Harry. Another form of goblins in actuality. You see they come in two types: fighters and healers.

Fighters: the goblins, are more aggressive, love battle whether it be strategic, physical or financial. They eat meat, preferably raw and the fresher the better.

Healers: the house elves, are incredibly passive to the point they are often abused. They often serve families as they love to help and need to be needed. They cook, clean, launder, raise their wizard households young and keep their secrets. The only sustenance they partake in is water.

These house elves are loyal to the castle first, as it is sentient, the students needs second, as they are under the castle's protection, and never the Headmaster, unless his order's regard school business.

Both species are incredibly strong in their own right and have no definable gender. They are asexual. When it comes time for them to procreate they spit up eggs. Whatever you do, always treat them both with the utmost respect, understand?"(2)

Harry nodded, unable to articulate words with his mouth full, though his eyes held a new light of respect for the elf he held out his plate for seconds to.

"Master, your rooms be ready now." a small elf announced some time later before popping them into the new Professor's quarters. "We's be telling you when the train comes so yous knows to comes down." was it's departing words before it returned to it's previous duties.

Another Instantaneous Movement followed once to train pulled into Hogsmeade Station. Harry, in his school robes, reluctantly joined his fellow first years in the boat ride up to the castle. Trunks, meanwhile, joined the upper years in the thestral-drawn carriages. Having willed his armor to take the form of an expensive black muggle suit and shrunk the nyoi-bo to the size of an average wand complete with a thigh holster, he took a long steadying breath as the castle face grew in the carriage window and prepared for a long hard battle.

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(1)Instantaneous Movement is also the Instant Transmission technique that Goku learns from the Metamorines(?) after his battle with Freiza. Personally I don't believe Vegeta would let Goku get away with knowing such a useful technique, he'd either teach himself how to do it, as he did with super saiyajin, or go learn from the natives himself. Whether he taught Trunks the technique or Trunks learned it when Vegeta died is up to you. Fact is, he doesn't like to use it because not only would it draw attention to the fact it's not apparition but also it's a bad technique to use in battle as you never know the conditions you're phasing into.

(2)The goblins/house elves thing is based on Namekians if no one else got that. I thought it would be cool to throw that in there and it also explains why Trunks is able to speak so many languages without him seeming too original characterish. You know where your OC is perfect, with a zillion special abilities and what not. No, Trunks can speak lots of languages because it was expected of him by his father, to interact with other planets, and his grandfather, in order to take over the family business.

AN: Two apologies first, 1-late up, 2- ending in a cliffie, it couldn't be helped my brain died at this point. Also, Harry's character, if you believe he's out of character I'd suggest you take a psychology course. I'm not going into complete detail and some of my facts may be wrong but Harry is an FTT case if I ever saw one.

That's failure to thrive, growing up without loving care and touch. Also, I'm basing his possessed nature on feral children and abused animals. He'll be clingy to Trunks for a while due to imprinting and the fact that he's the first to actually give a damn about him and not the Boy-Who-Lived. I think that was a major reason in Rowlings version that Harry fought for the light despite all the shit they put him through.

Hagrid a Dumbledore fanatic is the first person to ever treat harry like a person and he grabs hold of that and clings to him and his light-sided ideals. Slytherins are evil, the light shines out of Dumbledore ass, yada yada yada. Any way, read and review. Really please REVIEW I need the constructive criticism, I'll post anyway but I want to know if I'm believable here and incorporating DBZ in a smooth enough merging.
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