By: Beckie McCollough
The first years walked in as usual and the cheers filled the Great hall until the last one entered. As he came in, the room of happy yells and screams turned to gasps of shock and fear. Harry, Ron, and Hernione exchanged shocked glances as he walked by Neville looked at the boy then at Harry as he passed. The teachers were even shocked and Dumbledore glanced at him twice as though he had seen him before. Then Snape looked at him with a twinge of anger, excitement, and fear. Harry didn't know why everyone was so scared, but he did know that this guy was someone. Little did he know, this boy was Voldemort's son, the son of the most wanted man in the world. He had a sad look about him, as though he had never really seen so many happy people at once, and to tell the truth, he hadn't. His eyes were bright green and his dark hair was not well combed, but it was attractive. Everyone expected him to be in Slytherin, even he did, but he didn't share the qualities with them. He had soft skin, smiled intellectually, and his teeth were straight.( That was mean, but most Slytherins do have crooked teeth.) All the people began to glance et Harry when they had paused from gawking at the new guy. Then Professor McGonagel began to call out names, and most of the students were placed in all houses except Gryffindor. It seemed that something was destined to happen that would not please the people in any way. Ron spoke up in a whimper you could expect from a chihuahua and his face had grown strangely pale.
"Harry...that is...you-know-who's son...and he is going to be a second year because of special circumstances...I dunno what else to say...this can't be good..." Harry suddenly realized why everything was going mad in the Great Hall; this guy was definately not on the favorites list at Hogwarts.
"You mean that Voldemort has a kid?" Harry whispered in an excited yet slightly fearful tone. Hermione heard the conversation and decided to join in.
"Yes Harry, he has a son. And the son's name is Vegeta, and he came with his best friend, Bulma." Harry was in awe, taken aghast that Voldemort would even let his son come here, or that Dumbledore would let that type of student in. But Dumbledore was forgiving and Voldemort wasn't much of anything, so life could work for this guy. Harry knew how it felt to have a sucky life, his had been far from great.
"Vegeta V-V-V-Take a seat." Vegeta smiled and looked at all of the people around him with a happy expression. He sat on the stool and waited for the professor to place the hat on his head, but it began to shout before it got the chance.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The whole room jumped because no one had expected this event to take place, they all expected him to go to Slytherin, not Gryffindor. Vegeta subconciously rubbed his forehead with a slight cringe as did Harry.
"Is that hat broken, Professor? Does it not seem obvious that he is not a Gryffindor?" Panic and mass chaos broke out in the Great Hall with Draco's hat provoking statement.
"THE SON OF VOLDEMORT WILL BE PLACED IN GRYFFINDOR! I WILL NOT CHANGE!" Snape winced at the sound of the name, Harry had no clue why, but he knew it had to hurt. Dumbledore smiled and Harry suddenly realized that Voldemort would not be impressed by his son's house placement. Sucks for him.
"Hiya Harry. My name is Vegeta. Seems my father is quite dissapointed with the choice made by the sorting hat, would you agree?" Harry was surprised at how friendly this guy was, maybe they had made a mistake and it wasn't Voldemort's kid after all, but then again, Voldemort was polite in the encounter he had had last year, until he tried to kill Harry...
"Yeah...I'd agree, wait! How do you know how Voldemort is feeling??"
"Well, when my mother was pregnant with me, she volunteered to see if the killing curse would kill her. My father was the one who decided to try it on her, and she and he survived in perfect health. It was a breakthrough for the Death Eaters, and quite an advance for the magical world itself. You can't kill a pregnant woman with a killing curse. When I was born, my father had recently gotten creamed by your mother's protection and my mother was captured by the Aurors. I had a scar on my head, but the remaining members raised me and a girl I found when I was five. I soon realized that I could connect with my dad at certain times, and then I ended up here." Harry was dumbfounded and speechless. Questions had been slapping him in the face ever since Vegeta had started talking. Hermione and Ron along with several other students had been listening intently, and their mouths were all wide with shock.
"And you just...came? And you are nothing like your father...at all...to my knowledge..." Hermione said quietly, and realized that she had offended Vegeta greatly with what she said.
"And how would I know? It seems that I have never seen my father nor have you. Knowledge doesn't come from rumors girl, it comes from learning, experience, and friendship." An aqua hair colored girl walked and plopped down next to Vegeta hitting him harshly on the head as she sat.
"Nice speech, but if you plan on making a nice impression, Vege-butt, you may want to keep your genetically crappy moods and temper tantrums to yourself. As it is, you are probably the number one hated student in this school. And, what have you got against women? Hermione, ignore him, he's really not a friendly guy unless you know him or he knows you. He'll get used to you, kind of like a dog, but talks back." Vegeta hissed at her and Hermione, Harry, and Ron all laughed hysterically. Bulma just flaunted an evil smile and Vegeta turned away, blushing and quite angry that Bulma had just insulted him like that. Then a couple more people walked over and sat with the crew.
"Hey Vegeta, Bulma, Harry, Ron, Hermione. What is up?"
"Hey Goku, what do you want?"
"To see why everyone is staring over here like the world is going to come to an end. I couldn't figure it out, did you guys do something bad?" Vegeta looked down in shame, Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but no noises could come out. It seemed that the stupidity of this guy's statement just stopped the conversation.
"Goku, are you so dense that you didn't notice that the Dark Lord's son and mortal enemy are chatting over tea?"Chi-chi shouted. Goku's face lit up as though a light bulb came on inside his head. He smiled a wide, crazy grin that showed his teeth in a flashy manner.
"Can I have that roll, Vegeta?" vegeta's eyes turned deep red and his face grew pale.
"No. And you can leave." Goku walked away as though nothing had happened.Chi-chi smiled and scurried after him quickly. Bulma frowned at Vegeta, and Harry knew what he was seeing. This was the ultimate father son bond, it had been formed before birth, and would last after death. It was quite interesting to see, but on the other hand quite frightening.
"Stop it! Don't do that!" Vegeta smiled an evil grin and his face returned to normal. Harry looked at him questionably.
"OK, He can use me, but I can use him too. We seem to have some ability to become what we need to survive, but no, I'm not like Quirrell. He was allowing my dad to stick out of the back of his head. Not my type of fashion. I just use the power of him when I need to, and I do what I want with it. Problem is, he is advanced when it comes to legilimency. I don't stand a chance. You are the same way Harry, and I suggest you learn to deal with it, before he deals with you."