The morning before Christmas break dawned bright and brittle with frost.
The Great Hall glittered with enchanted icicles and drifting snow that never quite touched the tables. Pine garlands wound around the pillars. The scent of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts lingered warmly beneath the vaulted ceiling.
Harry sat between Ron and Hermione, lazily stirring his porridge while Ginny argued with Fred about enchanted snowball logistics and Luna calmly added honey to her tea.
For once, it felt peaceful.
Normal.
Harry had learned, in his many lives, that peace often came just before impact.
He didn't see Draco Malfoy rise behind him.
He didn't see the wand lift.
He only felt,
A distortion.
A tearing.
"Dimensio Percurrere."
The words were barely audible.
A ring of blue light snapped into existence behind Harry's chair.
The air folded inward.
And before Ron could shout,
Harry was gone.
The portal collapsed with a thundercrack.
Silence.
Then chaos.
REBIRTH
Darkness.
Heat.
Pressure.
A heartbeat not his own.
Harry gasped, and inhaled smoke.
He was small.
Tiny.
Cradled in strong arms.
A woman's voice, warm and fierce with pride.
"A power level of 250," someone said in disbelief. "For an infant?"
Another voice, deep, gruff, edged with steel.
"Mine."
Harry's mind reeled.
Not Hogwarts.
Not Earth.
The gravity was heavier.
The air sharper.
He opened unfamiliar eyes to a crimson sky and distant twin suns.
He knew.
Planet Vegeta.
He had been reborn.
SAIYAN LIFE ARC
Child of Bardock
Bardock did not coddle.
He trained.
From the moment Harry could stand, he fought.
Saiyan culture was brutal honesty wrapped in pride. Strength was truth. Weakness was death.
Harry remembered Hogwarts. Remembered Narnia. Remembered Normandy.
He remembered mercy.
Saiyans did not value mercy.
He struggled.
When other children crushed bones for sport, he hesitated.
When told to exterminate primitive civilizations, he felt the weight of morality pressing like armor too heavy to remove.
But he survived.
Because he adapted.
Oozaru
The first time his tail caught the full moon's light, his body exploded outward.
Bone stretched.
Fur erupted.
Mind fractured.
The Oozaru form was raw fury.
Harry nearly lost himself.
But he remembered being a lion.
He remembered sovereignty.
He forced control through the roar.
Bardock watched silently.
Pride flickered in his hardened gaze.
Missions
By age ten, Harry was leading solo planetary pacification missions.
He did not slaughter indiscriminately.
He targeted leadership. Military.
He minimized civilian casualties, something his squadmates found strange but effective.
Power Level: 8,000.
He returned home stronger.
And discovered he had a younger brother.
Raditz.
Raditz was ambitious. Arrogant. Competitive.
Harry felt… protective.
Which confused everyone.
Sixteen
Power Level: 12,000.
He mastered suppression.
Appearing as 10,000 while capable of far more.
Then,
A birth.
Goku, Kakarot.
Power Level: 2.
The infant's weakness made Saiyans scoff.
Harry did not.
He felt something ancient stir in his chest.
Not pride.
Not rivalry.
Protection.
Frieza
Frieza called the Saiyans back.
Bardock grew wary.
Harry sensed it too, subtle shifts in galactic tension.
When Bardock learned the truth, that Frieza intended to annihilate Planet Vegeta, Gine wept.
She gripped Harry's shoulders.
"Protect him."
Not conquer.
Not avenge.
Protect.
Harry placed Kakarot into a pod.
Then climbed into one beside him.
Two streaks of light shot toward Earth.
Behind them,
Planet Vegeta exploded.
The shockwave burned across space.
Harry watched from orbit.
Survivor's guilt carved deep and permanent lines into his soul.
They crashed near Mount Paozu.
Grandpa Gohan found Kakarot first.
Then discovered Harry's pod.
Harry remained in a coma for a year.
When he awoke, Earth air felt gentle.
Light gravity.
Blue skies.
Peace.
Relief flooded him so strongly it almost hurt.
Gohan explained.
Kakarot, now Goku, had struck his head.
He was kind.
Gentle.
Saiyan instincts dulled.
Harry laughed softly for the first time in years.
He revealed his origins.
When his power flared accidentally,
Mount Paozu shook.
Gohan stared in stunned awe.
"Boy," he whispered, "you're no ordinary child."
Training Years
Harry trained alongside Goku.
They met Master Roshi.
They climbed Korin's Tower.
Canon shifted.
With Harry present:
Battles ended faster.
Enemies fell sooner.
The Red Ribbon Army collapsed early.
Earth grew stronger quicker.
Raditz Arrives
Years later
Raditz descended.
Harry's Power Level: 48,000.
Raditz laughed, until Harry stepped forward.
The emotional conflict cut deep.
Brother against brother.
Harry ended the fight swiftly but spared him long enough to explain Frieza's betrayal.
Raditz died knowing the truth.
Harry mourned.
Namek
On Namek, facing Frieza,
Rage ignited.
Not pride.
Grief.
Planet Vegeta.
Bardock.
Gine.
Raditz.
He transformed.
Golden light erupted.
Super Saiyan.
Beside him,
Goku did the same.
The galaxy trembled.
Ascension
Years passed.
Super Saiyan 2.
Then further.
Harry's path diverged.
He embraced the primal.
Tail regrown.
Golden Oozaru mastered.
Super Saiyan 4.
Then something beyond.
White-gold aura edged in crimson flame.
Super Saiyan 5, a creative evolution born of lion and Saiyan, sovereignty and instinct fused.
Limit Breaker variations shattered mountains.
Love
He married a red-haired Earth woman whose temper burned brighter than any transformation.
She grounded him.
Challenged him.
Loved him.
They had children.
Half-Saiyan.
Half-human.
Fully extraordinary.
Tournament of Power
The multiverse watched.
Against Jiren, Harry pushed beyond limits.
He broke them.
Zeno watched.
And judged.
"Too powerful."
The words echoed like a cosmic verdict.
Light consumed him.
He saw his wife.
His children.
Goku shouting his name.
Then... nothing.
Erasure.
Harry gasped.
He bolted upright in his Hogwarts dormitory.
Moonlight filtered through frost-lined windows.
Snow drifted outside.
Ron snored softly in the next bed.
Only one night had passed.
His body felt… different.
Denser.
Stronger.
He raised his hand.
A spark of ki flickered across his palm.
He exhaled slowly.
All memories remained.
All transformations.
All instinct.
All power.
He closed his eyes.
Across worlds, he had been king.
Soldier.
Saiyan.
Husband.
Father.
Erased.
And returned.
The Lion.
The Saiyan.
The Wizard.
Harry Potter lay back against his pillow and stared at the ceiling.
Somewhere in the castle, ancient magic stirred, aware that something vast had just awakened within its walls.