Chapter 8

Sorry for such a long break from posting, and I thank all for the readers that have come this far, and enjoy reading!

 A large thump could be heard and two boys plop onto a large, dark purple and navy blue velvet couch that surrounds a large white quartz table, holding a large amount of food.

Where the curved couch ended, a small, short, frail looking man with pale skin and paler hair. Around the old man's neck hangs a sign saying bone - chilling words. "One Kill Per Day. "  With the frail looking man's appearance,  a threatening amount of blood - lust pours out.

It was the one and only Grandpa Zeno.

For Killua, it was strange to see him after so long, the last time they encountered was when they were fighting the Chimera Ants, and even then they had not exchanged words, not even small glances.

Even for relatives, they were not that close, although he likes to go easy on Killua, having empathy.

For the Zoldycks, that was a big thing for love. 

And Killua was one to learn to love it.

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Grandpa Zeno's croaky voice spoke, asking about Killua's life so far since they last met, but suspiciously avoided the fact of how they got there.

After a while of dry conversation and Gon's eerie silence, Killua finally brought up the topic of the wizarding world, and the strange portals.

The old man hesitated, by continued on, " your dear brother, Illumi, and his annoying yet useful partner" a pause could be heard when Gon let out a rebellious giggle and Killua also giving his opinion on Zeno's description with a long, dramatic sigh.

"anyways, they captured the man that sent you and forced him to work by their hand, as a punishment for doing such wrong to you two, totally such angels not to be messed with in the world" he said in a sassy like manner,

 "and was able to make him send you and some others to you. 

However, I do not know how your romantic yet aggravating strong friends that act like some sort of parent  - figure got there, most likely more work of that wand bearing man. 

We have decided that with your killings in that world with the grown lightning scar man's world with his insane wife we will send you to Hogwarts at the time when he was in his 4th year. 

However, being sent to the future tampered with your age, although your appearances were the same.

I want you to take your time, but do not let each other get hurt, by my orders. if you need help, simply trace a cat with a dagger, the Zoldyck crest.

This is not the real Zoldyck crest, I just made this up also, everyone in the Zoldyck family can form cat ears, not just Killua.  When the enter the next portal, they will be 11 years old but with the same strength amount and personality.  Sorry if it is not creative or if you do not like this adjustment.

Gon giggled, liking how Killua could sometimes turn into a cute yet mischievous kitty and so could his frightening brother that Hisoka desperately simps for when he does.

" I will send you off now " finished Grandpa Zeno, going back to sipping his tea and happily munching on sushi.

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Once again Killua and Gon landed on a hard, concrete sidewalk just like when they first appeared in this strange world about two weeks ago, although the small episodes they have had so far made it seem like it had been many months already.

They got up, and a random comment spoke out of Gon's mouth; I love you.

The sentence practically turned Killua into a strawberry like hue, and Gon could not help himself from laughing.

 "t - that was so random! " screeched Killua, and he tackled Gon in a hug, both of them onto the hard earth.

And there they were, once again trudging down the sidewalk, the sun high up in the sky, people in black cloaks with flying animals passing by.

"so~  , where are we going?" asked down, stretching out his sentence in a sing - song like tune.

Killua was just about to speak, his face still scrunched up, pouting cutely in Gon's eyes, but then a large with owl with black eyes and a strange black beak, the ends of the feather dotted and spattered with gray. 

Its black claws stretched open, releasing a small rolled up piece of parchment paper, landing in Gon's rough hands.

He unrolled the scroll, and you could see the jet - black ink scribbled in neat hand - writing all over the paper.

Gon read the words out loud, in a constructive tone;    

" Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster :

 Albus Dumbledore,     to Killua ____ and Gon Freeces. 

  We invite you to teach at Hogwarts as co - teachers, teaching Defence Against Dark Arts, but before you do, you will reside as 4th year students. 

You are four years younger than the average age, but I know that you two are much more talented.

 Anymore questions can be asked when you arrive, and you will spend the rest of the summer at a house filled with redheads called the Weasleys.

Currently, another boy named Harry Potter is also staying there. He is an orphan and I request for you to watch over him.

An very evil man called Voldemort, referred to as You Know Who, is hunting him down and planning on ending us all.

We wish you luck in your new journey, and we will see you soon.

                                   We wish you the best luck, Hogwarts and the Headmaster."

Finished Gon.