Okay, peeps, this is it. The first Chapter to the Harry Potter dimension of the Yin-Yang Theory. I wasn't quite sure how to upload these, or even write them, but here they are. I'm gonna separate the six dimensions (DBZ will remain in the original YYT slot under the chapters there) into separate slots, each entitled clearly enough for you to find them. This is the Harry Potter dimension, and I'll be getting this one out first. I'm going to work on them separately because I don't want to confuse myself or you. Here we go!

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Yin-Yang Theory-Dimensions-Harry Potter Chapter 1: The Meeting

I woke in bed. I knew where I was. A large house in England. A Muggle house. I was in the Harry Potter world. I didn't know if any of us were magic, but we'd find out that morning because the letters were being sent out.

It was lucky I'd decided to turn us into full humans, the lot of us. Trunks wasn't magic. Neither was Goten, Gohan, or Goku. Chi-chi, Pan, and I were the only ones that received letters. The others left with a flurry of waving hands and things. The large house wasn't as large as I'd hoped, but now it was plenty big.

"I only know of one entrance to the Wizard world, at least where we can buy our things for school," I said as we left in the car Shin had put in our garage. I think it was a lucky thing that there were only three of us, considering the amount of stuff we needed. "And that's Diagon Alley. If we're lucky, we'll meet Hagrid along the way."

"Who's Hagrid?" Pan asked.

"Oh, I forgot I didn't tell you anything about this world," I grinned at her. I was used to looking down into her blue eyes, but having her eye level was unnerving, especially considering I'd decided to make the three of us triplets after we found out we were the only ones there. I now had blue eyes just like her. I decided that the easiest way to tell the difference between us was our hair. I cut Pan's at her shoulder, Chi-chi's at her waist, and mine at the small of my back. Our supposed story was that our mother had been a witch, but she died after she had us. Shin, our father, had raised us as best he could, which was really well, because he was a very rich Muggle.

"I'm glad you came up with that hair system, Angel, otherwise I'd have a hard time telling you three apart," Shin told me grimly as he looked in the rear-view mirror at us, "You three look like identical triplets!"

"We're supposed to, Shin," I said matter-of-factly.

"I know, but still," he grinned as he parked the car in front of a shop called the Leaky Cauldron, which our eyes seemed to curve away from every once in a while.

"Look, look!" I hissed, "It's Hagrid and Harry! Come on, girls, just don't let on we know them." I crawled out of the car and was closely followed by my supposed sisters. "Excuse me, sir." I said to the giant man, "But I can't help but ask, are you...magic?" I whispered the last part.

"Why, yes, I am, little lady," he said, his voice booming.
"Uh...could you help us?" I asked shyly, "We're looking for a place called Diagon Alley, do you know it?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do," he said, his face jolly, "Are you three Muggle-born?" His voice became as hushed as mine.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for bothering you, sir," I said respectfully, "My mother was magic, but she died when we were little."
"Oh, not at all," he said happily, "Follow me, I've come to help young Harry here get his things as well."

"Wait," I said softly, "Momma said something about a 'Harry Potter' when we were little, is this him?"

"Yes, that's me," Harry said timidly. He smiled bleakly, "Seems everyone knows me."

"Everyone in the magic world, anyway," Hagrid said, an impatient edge to his voice. Shin drove off a little and I felt my pocket become full of money. "Come along, then, we mustn't dally." I nodded and the three of us and Harry followed Hagrid into the shop.

"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, by the way," he said as he walked through the gaps in the tables, "But you can call me Hagrid."
"I'm Angel," I said happily, "And these are my sisters, Pan and Chi-chi Galis." I'd used my old name for this trip. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hagrid."

"Ah, pleasures all mine," he said bashfully, "Not many times such pretty girls ask old Hagrid for directions." The three of us blushed matching shade of red.

"The usual, Hagrid?" asked Tom, the barkeeper.

"No, thanks, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid said importantly, gesturing to us.

"This can't be-" Tom cut his voice off, "It is! Harry Potter in my shop!" Suddenly, the crowd came forward and poor Harry was swamped by people rushing to meet the famous Harry Potter. Hagrid finally grabbed Harry's hand and mine, and pulled us in a human chain through the crowd.

"What exactly is Harry famous for?" Pan asked, a frown on her face as she glanced back.

"Why, he beat You-Know-Who back when he was just a year old," Hagrid said uneasily.

"No, I'm afraid I don't know who," Chi-chi said, her adult side taking over the 11-year-old mind.

"Voldemort," Harry said and Hagrid cringed.

"Oh, don't tell me you're afraid to merely say his name!" Chi-chi said, exasperated.

"Everyone is," Hagrid said seriously, "He was a wicked, wicked man. He killed Harry's parents. James and Lily Potter were the best wizards (you say that when you're referring to a group of them) of the lot."

"Still," Chi-chi said, her teeth grinding.

"Chi-chi, don't!" I said sharply. Pan looked up at her grandmother-turned-sister with worry.

"I won't, Angel," she said, trying to calm down.

"Do what?" Hagrid asked. (One note: I may have been human, but I still retained my powers, just in case)

"We're martial artists," I said with a grin, "If she gets too mad, she gets scary. Normally, I'm the only one who can stop her."
"What's she going to be able to do to Hagrid?" Harry asked, confused, looking at the size between Chi-chi and Hagrid. If they had been dogs, Hagrid was a Greyhound and Chi-chi was a Teacup Chihuahua (Half the size of a normal one. I know my dog breeds!)

"You don't want to know," I rolled my eyes, "But if you want a taste, here it is!" I floated from the ground and wrapped my hands around Hagrid's wrist, lifting him effortlessly into the air. Both boys were staring at me as I landed on the ground again, brushing some dust from my blue jeans. (I'd chosen jeans and a Blue Angels T-shirt)

"W-Who are you, really?" Hagrid asked frightfully, "A minion of You-Know-Who?"

"No!" I shouted, disgusted at the very thought of it. "I am Angel. An angel. I'm from another dimension. And we need your help. Let me just give you my memories, it's easier." (Am I gonna do that every time? YES!!! Get used to it, its the easiest way and you know it!)

Once I had given Hagrid and Harry my memories, they were a lot better about helping us.

"So, exactly, how did you know about this dimension?" Harry asked, an eyebrow raised.

"You are the main character of a book series all about you," I said with a grin, "You and your friends. We'll be meeting them soon, not to worry." I blushed lightly, "And I know about your little bit of trouble with the Dursleys." He nodded numbly. "Come on, now, we need to get our supplies, do we not?" I giggled as his face flushed.

"So, what world are you from? What's it like, I mean?" Harry asked, his thick British accent being a little bit more American now that we were talking to him.

"Actually, Chi-chi and Pan are from a completely different dimension from mine," I said, gesturing to the two girls, "They don't really have much more of a clue than you do. I am from what I think is the basis for all dimensions, because each dimension I've gone to has been a book or a TV show or a movie from mine. Theirs was a TV show, a cartoon. Yours was a book and now a movie as well."

"Wow," Harry said, shaking his head, "So, exactly how did you come to meet them in the first place?" I told him about my encounter with Dirken. His eyes and mouth fell open in shock.

"It's inevitable, then, isn't it?" He whispered under his breath, "There's just no way. A demon."

"Not just any demon," I said pointedly, "A very powerful but evil wizard named Bibidi's creation. A different magic from the type we learn here. Bibidi's magic is not your dark one, but an entirely different kind of magic based upon evil as it stands. Our powers aren't magic, but they are drawn from good." I looked around the square. "One thing. No one must find out our past, we must retain our original plan. We are triplet sisters who just moved to England with Father, whom we call Shin, and had a witch mother who died giving birth to us. If anyone asks us questions, we make up answers and tell the others them in case they are asked to confirm. I just hope we end up in the same House. Don't ask." I waved my hand at Harry, Chi-chi, and Pan, telling them not to ask me. "If I tell you them, then it might slip that I know which one Harry's gonna be in!" Hagrid shut his mouth at this and I knew he was going to tell the others. Our journey started at the Gringotts bank, where witches and wizards had their money. Harry and Hagrid left us, heading for that fateful path that would lead up to the discovery of the Sorcerer's Stone, I knew.

But I wouldn't tell them that. Not now. I needed to allow things to progress as they had naturally, or as far as they could without my intervention.

"May I help you?" asked a rather handsome-looking goblin behind the counter.

"Uh-um-yes," I stuttered out and walked quickly to the counter, "I need this, um..." my voice trailed off.

"Changed, Miss?" he asked kindly.

"Yes, sir," I said softly, my face a precious pink.

"Would you like to open an account, Miss?" he asked carefully.

"If it wouldn't be a bother," I said softly.

"Oh, no bother at all!" he said cheerfully, "Just tell me your name and I'll start one up!"

"My name is Angel Renee Galis," I told him. I handed him some of the money to place in the vault below the castle and he handed me a key.

"Keep that safe, Angel," he told me seriously, "That key is the only way you are allowed to retrieve your belongings."
"Yes, sir," I said gratefully as I turned to leave.

"Thank you for stopping by, Angel," he called after me and waved. I turned back and gave him a dazzling smile and a good-bye wave as well before joining Chi-chi and Pan.

"I opened an account at this bank," I reported, "Under the name we have here. Galis. Don't forget our last name, you'll need it. Especially when we meet up with a certain blonde named Malfoy." They looked at me puzzlingly, but said nothing. "Chi-chi, your the best organized, can you keep our vault key safe?" I held up the copper-colored old-fashioned-looking key to her and she nodded.

"Of course, Angel, I will keep it safe."

"That key is the only way we can get back to the money in the vault," I told Pan, "So don't try anything with it, understood?" She nodded. Harry and Hagrid, looking a little ill, came out of the winding catacombs of the Gringotts underground.

Hagrid moaned, looking slightly pale, even as far as a little green. I watched him head off for the Leaky Cauldron and Harry swaggered up to us, looking a might dizzy.

"Wow, those things are fast," he said shakily.

"No worries," I said with a grin, "Can't be much worse than Space Mountain in Disney World. Let's go get our cloaks!" I grinned furtively, "I've always wanted one of those things, now I get to wear them at school, this is awesome!"

"Angel, don't forget our mission," Chi-chi scolded me.

"Chi-chi, this is like a second childhood, lighten up!" I said with a little smile, "We can still make the best of a bad situation. This is Hogwarts, you know. We're here to learn magic, but we're also here to make friends and be adventurous."

"I had enough adventures to last me a lifetime when I was a child," she said huffily, "That's why I married Goku. See how much good that did me?"

"Yeah, it gave you two wonderful sons, a great husband, and a dream come true, Chi-chi," I said sorely, "You've got a new chance at life, don't blow it."
"Come on, Grandma, have some fun!" Pan said with a giggle.
"Grandma?" Harry asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Chi-chi's son Gohan is Pan's father," I said with a shrug, "But we needed to be the same age, so I sort of tweaked our ages. Pan, Chi-chi is your sister now, not your grandmother. Understand?"

"Okay, sis," she said with a smile.

"Okay, if this is my second chance, I want to be called by my nickname," Chi-chi said with a sly giggle, "Chee." She sighed dreamily, "My first ever friend called me that and I missed her ever so much..."
"What was she like?" I asked as we moved along to Madam Malkin's shop. "Do you still know her?"

"S-She was about eight years older than me," Chee began softly, "I was about four when I met her. Everyone was so afraid of my father, they didn't dare come near me. But Penny came up to me, oblivious to any danger she faced."
"What became of her?" Harry asked gently.

"W-When F-Fire Mountain was s-set to flame, s-s-she was on i-it," Chee said, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I never saw her again." I stopped and looked at her, unable to comprehend this.

"Is that why you were so afraid?" I asked softly, "Before you met Goku, you were afraid of nearly everything."

"Yes," she said, a small smile toying with her lips, "That was why."

"Well, my dear Chee," I said with a grin, "We won't let anything happen to you. Cause now we are officially sisters." Pan nodded and smiled at her sister. Chee washed the tears from her face and stood straight. "We'll make you proud to be our sister, Chee. That's what sisters are for." She nodded and smiled again. Her jeans were tucked neatly into her brown boots, but she pulled them out and let the ends of the leg cover her feet. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, which she promptly released, allowing her waist-length hair to flow.

"I've got an idea!" Pan shouted happily, "Why don't you two get your hair cut, that way they can't tell the difference between us!" And we did. Harry joined us in the barber shop, getting his hair clipped as well. It was still unruly, but it looked a little better. But I knew it'd be back by the time we were to leave at King's Cross.

We went into the robe shop now, glad we'd done what we had. Madam Malkin raced up to us and began exclaiming loudly that the whole lot of Hogwarts was there and that there was another young lady in the back and another young man. I knew who that young man was, but I didn't say a word.

However, I was quite surprised to see who the other young lady was. Mostly because I didn't recognize her description anywhere in the Harry Potter text. I decided to ignore the fact, she was probably one of the unnamed Ravenclaw or Hufflepuffs.

"Hullo," she drawled as she saw us. We nodded in greeting as we stepped up onto our stools and watched blankly as the small witches began to pin the robes to proper lengths. "Hogwarts too, I see?" She had a thick accent, but I could still understand her.

"Yes, we are," I said smiling.

"My mother and father are up the street, buying my books and such. My mother says that I have an excellent skill for Quidditch. Have you played?"

"No, I'm sorry," I said with a grim smile. I was strongly reminded of Malfoy, talking to her like that. "But I'm an excellent flyer, most definitely."
"Oh, really? What model have you got?" she seemed set on Quidditch.

"You probably haven't heard of it," I said with a teasing smile, "It's called Angel Wings."

"No, I haven't heard of it," she said thoughtfully, "Know what House you'll be in?" This conversation was probably very close to the one Harry had had with Malfoy the first time they met. The only difference was, I knew what I was talking about.

"I'm hoping for Griffindor, as are my sisters," I glanced at them from the corner of my eyes, "What's your name?" The question hit the girl full-force.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked what your name was," I said patiently.

"Oh. Jupiter. Princess Jupiter, but everyone calls me Jupiter anyway," she seemed set on being called by her last name as well.

"My name is Angel Galis, and these are my sisters, Pan and Chee. We're triplets. I'm sorry for being so inquiring, but you don't happen to know a young man by the name of Draco Malfoy?"

"Oh, yes," she said as she stepped down, finished, "He's my cousin. I haven't met him yet. If it wasn't for the fact that one of the teachers at the school accidentally killed themselves with their own wand, I wouldn't be going." I swallowed hard.

"Which teacher?"

"You haven't heard yet?" she asked, "Its been all over the news!"

"We just moved here," I explained hastily as I climbed down and waited for Chee and Pan, "Now which teacher?"

"Why, I don't know why you didn't know, but it was Professor Quirrell," I stopped dead. My blood ran cold. I couldn't believe it. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. "My mother has taken the job of the Defense of the Dark Arts class."

"Wow, big job," I said with surprise and shock heavy on my voice.

"Were you like, close to him, or something?" Jupiter asked snobbily, "You're as pale as a ghost!"

"No, no, I'm fine," I said. But the truth was, I wasn't fine. Because if Professor Quirrell wasn't at Hogwarts, then Voldemort would have to take another host. And I had no clue who it would be.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," she gave a little wave of her hand and was gone. I held my heart as if to keep it from exploding out of my chest.

"Angel, what is it?" Pan asked worriedly.

"The mystery is a mystery once more," I whispered softly, "The very plot of the book has been twisted right under my nose, that demon, he must have done it, he must've killed Professor Quirrell. Now the fiend will have to find a new host, and I don't know who it will be."
"Who? Angel, what's going on?" Pan asked plaintively.

"Guys, Professor Quirrell was the main focus of the first Harry Potter book, he was the bad guy, Voldemort in disguise! I don't know what's going to happen now, but the entirety of this world has been changed. This was a mystery that Harry and his friends solved, and were supposed to solve again. I'm afraid that the mystery has become a deeper mystery," I sighed, "Come on, don't want to keep him waiting." They nodded and followed me out to the front of the store, where Hagrid and Harry were waiting. They had bought us ice cream cones, which we gladly accepted.

"Thank you, Hagrid," I said to the giant as I accepted mine and the others echoed it in basically the same voice.

"If someone were watching us, they wouldn't be able to tell," Hagrid chuckled merrily.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I gave the cone another lick.

"That you weren't really sisters until you got here," Harry answered for his new friend.

"Thank you," I repeated as I happily lapped at the now-melting cone. We entered the book store and bought four sets of Hogwarts books, one copy of Hogwarts: A History, Quidditch Through the Ages, and a book called Memory Lane, which was a book all about witches and wizards of the past. Even I had to have that one, because there wasn't much talk about famous witches and wizards in the Harry Potter books.

"Why did you buy the book about the Quidditch thing?" Chee asked me, "And by the way, what on this planet is Quidditch?!"

"Quidditch is the wizarding world's sport," I said testily, "It's a little dangerous, but a whole lot of fun. It's played on broomsticks with four different little balls. I can explain better when the first season comes around."

"Okay," she sighed.

"Quidditch should be no problem for you, Angel," Hagrid chuckled, "You don't have to be afraid of falling off!"

"Yeah, I do," I said, a little frightened, "Because that game is so fast that if one is hit off, they become disoriented and may even fall to their deaths or a broken bone, at least. Although I wouldn't have to worry about the fall, I would have to let myself go down, because I don't want to be discovered." He shook his head as we arrived at the next shop.

"Ready for yer wands?" he asked. I nodded grimly and looked up at the building before me. Ollivander's Wand shop was the place I'd dreaded most, because the man had ways of perception and memory that scared me to the bone.

We entered the shop and were instantly silent. A bell rang in the back of the shop as Hagrid tried to hide behind us pitifully.

"Good afternoon," said the small, soft voice I knew was Mr. Ollivander's.

"Hello," Harry answered awkwardly. We mumbled our own greetings. All except I.

"Hello, sir," I said in a loud, booming voice that I had made project out into the back of the store, showing that I was not intimidated by this man's awesomely quiet voice that held great wisdom and power.

"Ah, as I expected from the angel," he said with a knowing smile, "Hello, good warriors of another plane. And welcome to my shop." I smirked at his knowledge. "And a good hello to you as well, Harry Potter. I've waited long to meet the four of you."
"Y-You have?" Harry asked, shocked once more. (HOW MANY MORE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE SHOCKED OR SURPRISED IN THIS STORY???!!!)

"Yes," he smiled, "I have an interesting Inner Eye, young one." His eyes crinkled into a wide smile, "But enough of that, we've four wands to find, and not much time to do it in." He pulled out four measuring tapes and they were soon at work on all four of us! It was my turn to be surprised as he began digging through the boxes, handing first Harry a wand, snatching it away, placing it in Pan's, snatching that, then in Chee's, and finally in mine. The involvement moved quickly, as though he were testing us each for strength, will, and patience. I was glad I had plenty of that, with some to spare.

Harry was the first to receive his wand, of course, since the man already knew that the phoenix feather was meant for Harry.

"I expect you'll tell him why he received that particular wand later, won't you?" Ollivander asked me with a twinkle in his moon-like eyes.

"Of course," I said with a light bow as he turned and went back to plucking wands from the shelves and placing them in our hands.

Pan received hers next in a brilliant flash of pinkish-gold light that flashed across the room.

"Hmm, oak and unicorn hair, 8 inches," he muttered to her, "A good wand. Very nice." I nodded my opinion as well, in approval of the wand. 8 inches was short enough for her slightly stubbier hands, and oak was a solid wood that wouldn't break easily. The unicorn hair was most welcoming, because it meant great peace and happiness in the owner's life.

Chee was next, with a wonderful wand made of maple and dragon heartstring. It was a nice 10-inch wand, wonderful for her softer hands and the maple meant it was just a beautiful shade of brownish-red. The power that emitted from it registered on my ki scale, for some reason, though slightly lower than Harry's had. I was quite pleased to see that she was happy with the wand as well.

"A tough customer," Ollivander smiled at me, "I wonder, oh, do I wonder if this one will work?" He reached into the window, where a single wand had laid. I wondered too, why he thought this wand might work on me. "Try it." I reached out timidly and took the 13-inch wand into my hand. Almost the minute he released the wand from his hand, the tip spouted red, aqua, and silver fire from its tip, creating a fantastic display of color.

"Very interesting," he said with a wry look at the wand as he placed it inside a case, "That wand was made of a special kind of wood, found only in the magic world. It was only a four-of-a-kind. Take good care of this wand, Angel. It's jewel-wood. But not only that, it contains unicorn hair and phoenix feather, both soaked in moonbeams. There have only been four like it made, and this is the second to have gone out."
"Who owns the first?" I whispered.

"Albus Dumbledore. But his only have phoenix feathers, plucked right from Fawkes. Take good care of that wand, little one," his eyes bore into mine as he handed me the box, "There is much at stake if it leaves its owner's hands." I nodded, my eyes close respectfully.

We left the store, our wands tucked gently into a side pocket of the trunks we had bought.

"That was weird," I said, studying the wand as we sat down to rest, "Why is it called jewel-wood, Hagrid? The author of the books never mentioned it."

"Look at it very closely, Angel," Hagrid told me, "See the sparkles?" I looked at the wood a little more closely and saw that the wood actually was embedded with tiny jewels.
"Wow," I said in awe as I stared at the largest one, the one I hadn't noticed before, "It looks like a diamond, but it's aqua!"

"Most jewel trees are peppered with tiny jewels, but there's always one jewel bigger then the rest," Hagrid explained, "And it's always a weird green color, I guess you'd call it aqua."
"Of course I'd call it aqua, I know what it looks like, it's my favorite color," I retorted as I replaced the wand in its case and into the pocket of my trunk.

"I still haven't gotten Harry his birthday present, I plume forgot!" Hagrid said as he glanced a pet shop.
"And I'd like to have an owl to send Shin our progress," I said as I saw it too, "Can you guys wait here?" Harry, Pan, and Chee nodded and Hagrid and I went inside the store.

"Hello to you, and welcome to my shop!" said the owner behind the counter brightly, "What might I do for you?" I blushed a little and urged Hagrid forward.
"I need an owl for a friend o' mine," Hagrid told the man, "It's his birthday present."

"Ah, well, we've a wide selection of owls in the back," he said brightly, as though he needed Ritalin, "Miss, do you need any assistance?"

"I need an owl as well," I said softly, "A pet, for my sisters and I at Hogwarts."
"Ah, then you come along as well," He said, gesturing for Hagrid and I to follow. I followed jumpily as we passed rows of cats, bats, rats, toads, frogs, mice, and, finally, owls. "Here we have the smaller ones, like this Burrowing Owl here." He pointed to a shrimpy little thing.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a snowy owl," I said softly.

"Ah, then, and you?" he asked Hagrid. The enormous man was blinking in confusion.

"Yes, him too," I said with an edge to my voice, "I know Harry and Hagrid here."

"All right, then," he briskly walked along.

"Thanks, Angel," Hagrid said sheepishly, "I don't know them little subspecies at all, not of owls, anyway."
"Not a problem, Hagrid, I know plenty about different animals of this world because my world was so similar," I grinned, "I only have no clue what the magic animals are like. Owls in my world were quite different, but I know how to handle snowy owls, which is why I requested one. I also know Barn Owls, but they're not as calm."
"Right," he smiled as the shop-owner led us to the bigger cages.

"We only have four snowies left, but there they are," the shop-owner smiled at them.

"That little girl looks just right," Hagrid said, pointing at a beautiful snowy female I knew would be Hedwig before the day was through.

"An excellent choice," the man said.
"I like this little lady here," I said, petting one of the snowies on her wings, "She's pretty. And her eyes remind me of a young man I once met." The owl's pretty eyes were multicolored, blue and green, and were watching me pet her with wide, indescribable looks in her eyes.

"She likes you," the owner said as he picked up the cage, which was made of oak. "Come along, then." We paid for the beautiful owls then went out to our friends. Harry continuously thanked Hagrid for his present and I laughed even as I held the cage in my hand.

"Harry must not have gotten many presents from his family," Pan whispered under her breath. I was glad Harry wasn't a Saiyan, otherwise he would have heard her.

We saw Harry off at the train station, then caught one for ourselves. But before he left, I told him in a very serious tone, "Harry, if you ever want to leave your aunt and uncle, you are welcome at our house. You are always welcome." He nodded and waved as his train flew off down the tracks.

I sighed as I stared out the window at the English countryside. It was going to be a long month before we finally went to Hogwarts and began our magical training.

But we could wait.

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I'm sorry for not putting this up sooner, but as I told Ctarl Angel, I've got finals and a huge project in Bio these last few weeks of school. My updates will be few and far between until I am finished with Sophomore year, and I apologize for any inconveniences.

Thank you, Ctarl Angel, for your continuing support.

For everyone who ever had a dream, your future true author, Angel of the Dragon