I can't believe my luck! I've got homework over spring break and I was planning on putting a lot more up here. I've been working on this as often as I can and I can proudly say I'm all the way through the first year at Hogwarts for them all. Ooh, I can't believe my own imagination. Wait till you see it!
Anyways, this is the second chapter of the Harry Potter dimension and I hope that I've made it interesting....well, there you are.
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Chapter 2: The Journey Begins
The last month had gone past by faster than I'd thought, especially trying to memorize the facts found in the book I was to have for Potions. I tried a few simple spells for practice, but nothing too big. I was glad we'd gotten the pretty owl, now named Penny after Chee's long-lost best friend.
Chi-chi had spent the month filling in the gaps in Pan's schooling up to the sixth grade and we had all been practicing acting our age. Chi-chi, Pan, and I had finally figured out how to act like identical triplets. We could finish each others' sentences and pass for each other in every way, shape, and form. It was fun.
And now Shin was driving us to the King's Cross station. I hoped that we could meet Ron and the Weasley twins, and Percy the prefect once we were there, and Hermione as well. I was looking forward to seeing Harry again.
We'd brought our trunks in capsules in our jeans pockets. I was glad I didn't have to drag that heavy thing onto the train like the others. And, if my calculations were correct, we could sit in a compartment and still have room for three others.
The car finally pulled up in front of King's Cross and the three of us got out, one after the other.
"Good bye, girls," Shin said as he waved to us, "Angel, Chi-chi, Pan, you guys behave! Don't have points docked for you!" We nodded and walked into the station.
I stopped at the platforms 9 and 10 and looked around. Six flashes of red hair told me the Weasleys were there and, following behind them, was Harry.
"Harry!" I shouted as I waved brightly.
"Angel?!" he asked uncertainly.
"You got it, boyo!" I cried, "Come on!" He raced the last few steps.
"How do we get to the Platform?" he asked me, panting, "There's 9 and 10, but where's 9 and 3/4?"
"I don't know," I said loudly.
"Excuse me?" asked Mrs. Molly Weasley, "Darlings, do you need help?" I gave a mock sigh of relief.
"Yes, ma'am, we were wondering, how do we get-"
"To Platform 9 and 3/4?" she asked helpfully. I nodded. "Just go straight at the wall. Don't hesitate, that's the main thing." She looked at Chee and Pan. "You three triplets?" We nodded in unison. "I thought I had it bad with twins." She rolled her eyes lightly as George and Fred protested. "Go on, George, Fred, get on that train." They complied and raced for the wall, disappearing inside. "But where is your luggage?"
"We've got a way of carrying it without magic or heavy trunks," Pan chirped.
"Yes," I said, "We have books and robes and wands and such, no worries there." She looked at us uncertainly.
"You four all first years?"
"Yes, ma'am," Chee said.
"So is Ron here," she said with a smile. The little boy beside her blushed at the mention of his name. "Why don't you go on ahead, dears?" We nodded and the three of us raced together as one, followed quickly by Harry, then Ron, then his mother and sister, Ginny.
Chee, Pan, and I piled on the train immediately, dragging Harry, his trunk, and Hedwig after us.
"So, did the Dursleys give you a hard time?" I asked as we sat down.
"Yeah," Harry told me grimly, "I wish I didn't have to go to them, they don't like me at all."
"They just don't understand, Harry," I said gently, "But now they have reason to fear you, even thought you aren't allowed to use magic over the holidays. You should study that book for Potions, though, Snape is not a very nice teacher and he won't be nice to you at all." He stared at me for only a moment's time, but then reached inside his trunk to get the book. I think he was starting to get used to the fact that I knew everything about him.
A knock at the door made the four of us jump.
"Um...hello, is anyone sitting there?" Ron asked Harry. Harry shook his head and made room for the taller red-headed boy to sit. Ron looked at Harry then out the window as if he hadn't looked at all. I rolled my eyes at the familiar scene and Ron caught the gesture.
"Anything wrong, milady?" Ron asked me politely. I turned my eyes to his and stared straight into his dark eyes with my blue ones. They flared at the mention of a lady, but I soon dissipated the gesture.
"There is nothing wrong with me, Ron Weasley," I spoke softly as I stared out the window, "I just wish I could explain why I know your name. I cannot, not yet, for we've not met the last of your small armada." Harry glanced at me sidelong, but Ron's eyes were wider then wide at my boldness.
"W-Who are you?" he asked frightfully, "What do you want? Why are you here?"
"I am here as you are here, Ron," I said as I turned back to him, "As are my sisters. I want nothing more than to learn the ways of the magic found in this realm, but I have many secrets that have not yet been revealed, not even to my new sisters."
"New?" Ron questioned, "How could they be new if they are your triplets? Who are you?"
"My name is Sarah Angel Galis, at least in my old realm," I spoke softly now, "But my name in this realm, as well as my nickname in the old, is Angel."
"Old, new, realms, what's going on?" Ron scratched his head.
"You are young, Ron, younger still than my age or my wisdom, but things are shattered by facts and opinions," I looked at my sisters, who looked at me as though I'd lost my mind, "My sisters, Chee and Pan, they are not truly my sisters. We will explain in due time, Ron, but only in due time." A knock was heard at the door and a fat, pig-like boy came in.
"Have you seen a toad? His name is Trevor," The boy asked hopefully.
"No, sorry," I answered kindly, "You'll find him soon." He nodded and left. Another knock came before I could continue.
"Want anything off the carts, dears?" the plump witch asked as she brought them in. I was hungry despite myself and bought a little of everything off the cart, as did Harry.
"Hungry, are you?" Ron asked, still a little dazed.
"Even angels get hungry," I said with a wink.
"Angels?" Ron questioned as he looked longingly at the Chocolate Frogs on the cushion beside him and Harry.
"Go on," Harry said with a smile, "You can have some, if you like." Ron looked uncertain for a few minutes before caving in and accepting some of the treats. I laughed with glee as I opened the Chocolate Frogs and one leaped into Pan's hair.
"They aren't real frogs, are they, Angel?" Pan whimpered as she held the frog in her hands.
"No, Pan, they're just bewitched to act like them," I answered her with a smile, "Look at the cards, I know Ron needs Agrippa." He looked at me again, but I think he was starting to accept the fact that I knew all about him as well.
We opened the Frogs and had a load of fun looking through the cards, identifying wizards we'd found out about in our books.
"Look, Ron!" I said excitedly as I found a card with the witch, Agrippa, on it, "I found her, here, you can have it." I handed him the card and he leaped in the compartment for the joy of it all.
"So, what was that about angels, Angel?" Ron asked, then looked weird at the pun.
"I am an angel," I said with the sweetest smile I could muster. He looked at me, red in the face, for a moment or two, but stopped as he saw Scabbers, the rat, come out of his pocket.
"Scabbers, I nearly forgot about you!" Ron exclaimed. He looked on in disgust as the fat little gray rat that had fallen asleep on his lap. I giggled as I looked on. "You wouldn't even notice if he died. I tried to turn him yellow to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work." I nearly exploded in laughter again, but I held a straight face as he withdrew a battered-looking wand from his trunk.
The door slid open again, this time without a knock. The toadless boy, whose name had escaped me, was back, accompanied by the familiar young girl, Hermione.
"Hello, have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said in a bossy sort of tone. Her bouncy, sort of messy brown hair was eye-catching as I told her that we hadn't seen it in a polite tone. Upon seeing the wand in Ron's hands, however, her attention was turned toward him. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." Ron looked slightly taken aback, as he had in the book and on the movie, but he spoke the words his twin brothers had given him, waving the wand as he said them.
"It didn't work, did it, Ron?" I asked smugly, "After all the years you've lived with those two trouble-makers, I'm surprised you still listen to them." He blushed at this in embarrassment as Hermione nodded her agreement.
"It's not a very good one, is it?" she asked me with a turn of her torso, "I've done a few spells for practice and they all worked for me."
"And I as well," I said, interrupting her long, excruciating speech I knew by heart because I'd done it for drama class once, "I'm Angel Galis, and these are my triplet sisters, Chee and Pan, and you, I know, are Hermione Granger." She looked at me, for once in her life, speechless.
"And how do you know that?" She asked me with an exasperated look on her face.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," I said with a Cheshire Cat grin on my lips, "Oh, and this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."
"Really?" she asked, excitement leaking back into her white cheeks, "I've read all about you, Harry, you're in-"
"Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century," I said, interrupting her once again, "I know all about you, Granger. Don't you worry, you get into your House." I winked at her as she looked kind of unsteadily at me, "I read a lot, Granger, probably more than you, even." She looked surprised but said nothing as she took Neville out of the compartment and away from us.
"Wow," Ron said with a wide mouth, "Did you know all this was going to happen or something?"
"Yes, Ron, I did," I told him with a smile, "And any minute now, Malfoy will be paying us a little visit, probably accompanied by two or three other kids." Sure enough, the door slid open again and in stepped Malfoy. But I was surprised to see that the one accompanying him was not Crabbe or Goyle, but Jupiter.
"Is it true?" the blond-haired boy asked, "They're saying that Harry Potter is in this compartment, is that true?"
"Yes," Harry said softly.
"Yeah," I said, looking at Harry, "He's right here, Draco." I clamped my hand over my mouth at mention of his name, I had forgotten.
"How'd you know my name was Draco?" he snarled, grabbing the front of my shirt and hauling me to my feet.
"I-I..." I stuttered until he dropped me back into the seat.
"No one but my father calls me Draco, girley," he said with a sneer in his voice, "The name is Malfoy. What's your name, kid?" I seethed at being called a kid and stood up.
"My name is Angel Galis, but unfortunately for you, I have two sisters by the same last name, so you'll have to call me Angel," I smirked, "And no one calls me kid. I call you Malfoy, you call me Angel, deal?" I held out my hand powerfully.
"Deal, Angel," he said in a mocking tone, "And I assume you don't know my cousin, this is Jupiter." He took my hand, but I held firmly to it as I shook it. "Ow, do you lift weights or something, Angel?" He pumped his fist a few times, trying to get the circulation back in his bluish hand.
"No, I am a martial artist," I told him with a smirk. I tossed my hair over my shoulders as I looked at him, "So don't mess with me. Or my friends."
"Potter, you'll find that some wizarding families are better than others," the blond said to Harry, ignoring me, "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
"I think I can find the right sort myself, thank you," Harry said coolly. Malfoy and Jupiter's eyes narrowed as one.
"You'll end up just like your parents," Jupiter sneered.
"Hanging out with riffraff like the Weasleys, these Muggles, and that Hagrid, it'll rub off on you," Malfoy sneered at us with contempt.
"Say that again, you traitor!" I shouted back, "You were on Voldemort's side, you and your family." Everyone in the room with the exception of Harry, my sisters, and I gasped in fear. "Coward," I whispered under my breath, "Only a coward would fear a name, only a fool would, the name has nothing to do with the heart inside, I could have been named Darth for all I know and I could've been the most gentle little brat there ever lived, I could've been called Angel and been the most cruel life-form to ever walk the Earth, Malfoy, get your rear out of here before I blow my top!" The scared blonde and his cousin left the room in a flurry of exotic whispers as I fell back in exhaustion against the cushions of the compartment bench.
Seconds later, Hermione came in.
"What is going on?" she asked us with wide eyes, "Have you been fighting, what was all that yelling?"
"Angel was telling Malfoy and Jupiter off," Pan said with a wide smirk.
"It was-" Chee began.
"-amazing!" Pan finished.
"Yeah, she told me off, too, in a sense," Ron said with red ears, "I guess you're right, Angel. It is stupid to be afraid of a name, no matter how frightening the person beneath it has done."
"One thing I forgot to mention," I said with a wry smile, "Voldemort's still alive."
"WHAT?!" the entire room screeched at me, making my sensitive ears ring.
"Hey, lighten up, he can't hurt us!" I said while rubbing my ears, "And my ears hurt now, why'd you guys have to yell? You know how much more sensitive my ears are compared to a human's?"
Oops.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked in a low, dangerous voice, "You aren't human? Then what are you?" I think I was either extremely glad I'd kept my tail or extremely irritated.
"Well, Ron," I said, "Since the only persons here are the ones I need to tell, I will tell. Hermione, is there any magic in your mindset that can bolt that door?"
"Uh, yeah," she said, pulling out her wand, "Boltios." She tapped the door on the train and a bolt appeared over the handle.
"Pan, Chee, and I are from another dimension," I said as a beginning, "And we are here to receive magic lessons in order to defeat Voldemort in ours. It's a long story, but here goes." I told them about the Saiyans and Dirken, and the fact that Chee, Pan, and I weren't really triplets, and everything.
"Can you prove it?" Hermione asked as I finished, leaving Ron speechless and Harry as well, because he hadn't heard a few of those things back at Diagon Alley.
"Of course, I've got my tail, I can go Super Saiyan, I can fly and shoot energy blasts, but I'm not doing the latter because I'd blow up the train," I said while unwrapping the tail from around my waist, "See, here's my tail." I showed it to the others with a wag.
"Oh my gosh!" Hermione said with a squeal, "A real-life extra-terrestrial!"
"I prefer Saiyan," I said coolly, "And I was reborn on Earth, and I can't remember anything from planet Vegeta."
"Could you float for them?" Harry asked, "Like you did in Diagon Alley?" I nodded and levitated a few inches from the ground.
"It's not magic," I said softly, "This is something I learned to do from my martial arts."
"Oh, goodness," Hermione said, "The train's slowing down!" She muttered the counter-spell on the door as Pan, Chee, and I brought out the capsules containing our luggage and opened them with a small, muffled blast.
"So that's where they were," Harry said, looking at the small capsules, "That's technology from your world, not magic, right?"
"Right." I said as I pulled a robe over my head. I smiled down at myself, wistfully thinking how much I had changed in the past five months. First, I was a chubby little brunette human going to a monotonous school and nearly being raped by her little brother every night. Then, I was a raven-haired Saiyan girl with a mad demon on her tail. Now, I was a black-haired, blue eyed Saiyan about to learn magic to defeat the most powerful wizard of a completely different plane just to defeat the same demon.
Sometimes life blesses. Sometimes life curses. It's all part of the Yin-Yang Theory that had so well saved my brother's life.
"The train's beginning to slow down," Harry said as he sat down in his new robes, followed quickly by Ron in his hand-me-downs. Pan, Chee, and I sat down in unison as we had practiced.
A voice echoed through the train. "We will be approaching Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
"You be a good girl, now, Penny," I said as I left the cage on top of my trunk, "You'll be all right once I get back, now, you hear?" The owl cooed gently as I waved to her. The train slowed to an absolute stop and the five of us piled out into the hall (Hermione had already gone back to her compartment). I saw quite a few other students there as well that I recognized by the books' descriptions, like Wood, the Quidditch captain for Griffindor.
Since the treats had long-since been devoured, that part was skipped this time around as we piled out onto a platform, hearing Hagrid's calls for the first years. We followed the other first years and Hagrid's voice until we met up with the gigantic man.
"Harry!" He roared happily, "Angel, Pan, Chee, everything 'ight?" We smiled and nodded up at him. We followed him into the woods, minding our steps like Hagrid shouted back at us.
"Yeh'll get yer first sight of Hogwarts in jus' a sec," Hagrid called back. Gasps of awe were heard ahead. I heard several people stumbling over their own feet, trying to watch the great castle I knew it was and walk on the slippery ground at the same time.
I was caught unaware as I saw the castle for myself. The movie had been far off course at the great size of the castle, as the bricks looked like they had been stacked a million skyward. Several of the towers reached high into the clouds and my immediate guess was the House towers.
"Whoa, the movie was nothing like this," I said, awe seeping into my voice, "Even the books didn't describe it as being this enormous."
"Guess you don't know everything after all, eh, Angel?" Ron asked smugly. I grunted at this but continued to stare at the castle as we made our way to the small armada of boats at the base of the hill.
"Four to a boat!" Hagrid shouted over the excited talk. Pan and I sat in the front of our little boat and Harry and Chee sat in the back. Hermione, Ron, and Neville had to take another boat, accompanied by one of the unknown kids.
The journey was short and to the point, but I still enjoyed it. Especially after the rocking motion I'd made with it had made Harry loosen up a little.
I heard nothing of the speech between Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, but I was pretty certain what they were talking about as they moved us into a room that resonated any sounds made, which in turn made it easier to hear Professor McGonagall's speech.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said in a very unwelcoming tone, "The start-of-the term banquet will begin shortly, but before you do, you will be sorted into Houses." She droned on about how the Houses would be like our families and told us the names of each of the Houses and such before telling us she would be back to get us soon. She turned and left through the door we came in, closing it without another word.
"That was a bit more informative than I would have liked," Chee said with a sigh.
"Yes, I agree," I said, putting an arm around her shoulders, "Unfortunately, Hogwarts enjoys that sort of thing."
"What do you mean, do you know?" asked one of the unknown students.
"I was properly informed," I said carefully. Several people screamed behind me, making me jump at the loud noise. I glanced up at them and saw Nick, the ghost of Griffindor, and Friar, of Hufflepuff, and grinned up at them. They were arguing about Peeves, as they had been in the book.
"Oh, look!" shouted Pan, who was obviously looking at the ghosts and not the crowd of first years, for everyone in the room was staring up at the two ghosts.
"I say, it's the first years, about to be sorted, I presume?" the Friar asked. Several people nodded mutely, but I was not going to be frightened by a couple of ghosts.
"Yes, we are," I said loudly, causing several around me to jump. "Who are you?"
"Oh, yes," Nick said with a smile, "I'm-"
"Clear out," Professor McGonagall said loudly, "We are ready. Form a line and follow me." We did as we were told as the ghosts filed out of the room. I stood behind Chee, and Pan was behind me, but I didn't recognize the people in front of or behind my triplet sisters.
I knew our journey as witches of Hogwarts had only begun. But already I found that I had a feeling of accomplishment running through my veins.
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Whoa...scary Professor McGonagall. I don't think I'd ever want her for a teacher...oh, well. See ya later, peeps, and if anyone's seen a Calico around their neighborhood, tell me, because Neko's run away...*whines* Neko, come back! I need my muse!
Dedicated to anyone who's had a dream...because my dream is to become a writer. Angel of the Dragon, signing off.
Neko-Actually, she's gonna upload the next chapter anyway.
Angel- NEKO??!!! *grabs the Calico and squeezes her happily*
N-...Angel...can't...breath....must...breath....
A-*releases the cat* I'm sorry, Neko, but I'm so glad to see you!
N- I can tell. Well, see you nekos in the next chapter.
A-Great, she still thinks you guys are cats....oi.
N-Later, nekos!
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