"What is leglimeny?"
"Legilimency, Harry. I'm surprised you don't already know. Seeing as it is a very valuable thing to be able to use. And you, you are a target that seems to me to really need to know occlumency. But if you don't know what you are fighting, you don't know how to fight it." Harry began to notice more and more how much Vegeta was like Voldemort and how he seemed to dance around the question without answering it. He was also very smooth when he talked and kept quite a cool face and mood when he was expecting something, but what?
"But, Potter, the art of legilimency is that Voldemort can see into minds, extract what he wants, and then leave, and then, that one dies, usually. You and I are different than normal witches, wizards, and others. We have been marked, and that means that if he wants it from us, he gets it from us." His tone was slightly malicious and condesending. He was proud of his father, and it would be quite difficult not to be. But it seemed that his pride ran much deeper than being the son of one of the most powerful wizards of all time. It was strange, like the two Voldemort family members were the same people but totally different. Harry wanted desperately to duel this guy, just once, just to know what he could do.Dumbledore began to speak.
"To our new students, welcome. I am glad you have chosen to come here, to the greatest school I know. Quidditch tryouts will be held in two weeks. Then there is an important fact to remember, this competition will also affect your house points, but your manners will have a greater impact. Welcome back to those of you who are returning, I hope for a most wonderful year." As he finished, most of the students clapped, and it was time to leave. Vegeta walked with Harry and they talked about random things, about quidditch and the shared love they both had for the sport. Also how annoying really smart girls are and the major topic on Gilderoy Lockhart.
"That git? He knows about as much on the defense against the dark arts as a blast-ended skrewt. What has happened to this school." Ron complained. Harry laughed.
" In my opinion, my father was a much better teacher." Harry laughed at that because, indeed it was true. His first year, the defense against the dark arts teacher had Voldemort projecting out of the back of his head. He was a quality teacher, and Harry learned quite a bit from him, but then again, they say two heads are better than one.
"Well, hello Harry!" Fred yelled over the crowd of people. George followed with a shout as well.
"And you Vegeta!Oh and our git brother, how are you three?"
"What do you mean? These are the two greatest wizards at Hogwarts, simply because of their natural talent. They are fine, not to mention Gryffindor has them both. What will our dear old bud Malfoy say?" Something struck a nerve in Vegeta, as though he had been slapped.
"What do you mean? Malfoy?" Fred looked confused and Harry decided to answer this question.
"Yes. Draco Malfoy. Second year. Not a pleasant guy to say the least."
"He shouldn't be. His father is still an active Death Eater." Hermione gasped. Ron, Fred, and George looked shocked. Vegeta was shocked that they didn't know that.
"You mean...a follower of...you-know-who?" Harry was flat out confused. He knew the Malfoy's were not nice, and that they thought highly of Voldemort, but he never knew that they were faithful and a part of...the whatever they were a part of.
"Yeah, Lucius is almost like the second in command. But they dispelled and the whole organization fell apart when Voldemort lost power. (several students winced and looked in on the conversation) It seems that they all believe he is coming back, but most are working at the Ministry now. If he does come back, unemployment rates will go down. That is how loyal they are, to be quite blunt, the people that followed Voldemort are simply looking for the one with the most power. They are easily manipulated and lacking of brain cells, but they are willing to work for power. Quite ridiculous if you ask me." Then Neville Longbottom spoke up, and it seemed that more people were listening and the corridor had grown silent except for those who were questioning or Vegeta, who was explaining it all to the children around him.
"Do you know Bellatrix LeStrange? Please don't ask why, I'm only curious." Vegeta looked at him and knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. That woman was-nevermind. I don't want to talk about her." They finally reached the Gryffindor common room and opened the portrait with the password "Thestrals Hooves" and entered two at a time. As they all sat down around the fireplace Harry suddenly had his mind filled with longing to question Vegeta about his past. Vegeta acted happy, but Harry seemed to know that something was missing in his life. There seemed to be a distant look in his eyes everytime Voldemort was a possible subject for anything. So what was this feeling?
"Harry, do you ever feel alone in a crowd? That you have an awful something that just sticks out about you?"
"Not exactly...but...well, I have felt as though nothing could make me happy, no one, nothing." Vegeta smiled faintly, but there was a whole new person inside of him that no one seemed to see. Well perhaps Bulma could, she seemed to know how he felt all of the time, but she also knew him from somewhere.
" Harry, I miss having a family, mainly because I never had one. My father didn't either, but then, neither did you. We all have so many things in common. Who is the potions teacher?"
"Snape." Vegeta sighed and mass dissapointment ran through his veins. Harry felt awful. He seemed to realize that the world was not hard on only him after all.
"Vegeta, as my new friend...I want to ask you-"
"About my past? It is not near as bad as you might imagine. I was allowed to live in any of the death eaters homes, eat what I wanted, and of course, immediately trained in the Dark Arts. I can perform the three unforgiveable curses with ease, I had no choice. I was raised in an image that I do not know. My mother died a week after my birth. My father was reduced to almost nothing, thanks to you, and I was taken in by the Malfoys for a while, but soon I left and met Bulma. They let me live with them for six years and so now I'm here. My father would be ashamed that I left, but I was tired of them doing nothing for me except worshiping me. I want my father back, to be honest. I want to live like I would have had he not let that prophecy get to him. But no, I'm stuck with foster families and forced to do things I don't want to do. To me, I was unhappy, but I was well trained and learned. I know how to fend for myself."
"Even after what your father has done?"
"Yes, I regret this because of the way he was, but he did offer the ones he wanted to kill a choice. It was their fault they chose to die, his fault they did. But the world is far from perfect, and now, as a twelve year old, I will not let anything stop me from being the person I am, not an image, because, if I am not mistaken, my father will come back someday."
