Across To Elsewhere

Part One: Nine - Two Wishes

It had been a long and harrowing year. Much too long, in Goku's taste, for this hunt to have dragged on.

It had taken all of Harri's summer before he found the first Dragonball. When Bulma had said to Kuririn that she had forgotten her Dragon Radar, it wasn't because she'd actually forgotten it. It simply didn't exist anymore. Her father had taken it apart- thinking it was useless when nothing showed up on the radar- and used its parts for other machines. Particularly, the pieces that Bulma had personally made.

The blue haired teen needed to make a brand new radar- from scratch- again. Goku spent a lot of that time doing training exercises, listening to magic theory books Harri had managed to smuggle in order to read with him, being shown around Bulma's city by Oolong and Yamcha, listening with disbelief to the petty fights Yamcha had with Bulma, retelling said fights to Harri to share a good laugh at their expense- not caring about the few times that Bulma caught him in the middle of reenacting one- and genuinely enjoying the cooking of Bulma's father's nanny bots.

Then, finally, when he had a new radar, he set out on his cloud and found the first Dragonball easily. By then though, someone else had decided to look for the Dragonballs too. They weren't too happy that Goku got to one that they'd been in the area looking for, for the entire summer, within a matter of seconds.

They destroyed his Nimbus then, like how Harri's broom had been smashed by the Weeping Willow during her first quidditch match of this year. With his cloud gone, Goku had needed to borrow a (stolen) plane to fly all the way up north. When it ran out of gas after two full days of flying, he had needed to walk in blizzard conditions without proper attire because- he hadn't known just how far north he needed to go!

Eventually he'd fallen asleep in the snow. It was only thanks to Harri constantly checking in on him- and yelling very loudly for help, he was told afterwards- that he was eventually found by some village girl who brought him to her home. He spent a week thawing, during which Harri desperately researched her new class material for ways of strengthening the magic in the Window Wood with something that she called laylines. Supposedly, a layline was some sort of powerful magical boost that Hogwarts had been built on top of. The moment that she succeeded, Harri sent Goku a vial of potion that had healed him instantly.

The feat alone was fantastically miraculous. They could now send each other things! (So long as whatever was pushed through the Window was small enough to fit and, at the same time, sturdy enough not to smash upon arrival. Goku had tried to send Harri an apple once, just to test it, and she received apple sauce instead of the perfect fruit that it had once been. It made them both rather weary of trying to put their own hands through the small Window, so they hadn't tried.)

Harri then showed him how she put an extending charm on a bag that looked no bigger than a coin purse. Inside the bag he watched her put in a thick coat, several servings of food, and a flask she'd told him was filled with hot chocolate. All things that should have never been able to fit into the bag- yet easily slipped in anyways. When he received it he was able to get everything that she put in out of it without any trouble. It was amazing.

The very exchange felt life changing in of itself. Goku was finally able to have something tangible that physically told him Harri was real. He'd always known that of course, but now he knows. Her very sent had been on the clothes- something he noted and memorized almost instantly. 

It was sweet like the vanilla Goku smelt when deserts were made in the Brief household, woodsy as though she spent her days on tree branches, and female- similar to Bulma, and plenty others he began to be able to differentiate by that particular scent, but also different because it was distinctly Harri.