Maybe I oughta just go on ahead and load these. Okay, up to Chap. 6 is going up today!

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Chapter 5: Broomsticks and Illness

The next Thursday morning was a good one for us all. It meant that we'd be learning how to fly broomsticks that afternoon with a witch named Madam Hooch. The talk about the table was of Quidditch and everything that had to do with the sticks with bits of straw tied to the end. I knew that almost every wizarding family was well-immersed in the thoughts of flying, but since I knew how already without a broom, it wasn't too much of an excitement.

However, I was feeling quite ill that day despite the beautiful weather. So much that Albus had suggested that I stayed in the common room, to which I thoroughly refused. I needed the classes and I wasn't about to let some little flu defeat me.

Mail arrived and I was tensed for the arrival of the Remembrall that would decide Harry's Quidditch performance. Neville opened the box and displayed the ball proudly, then began trying to remember what he had forgotten. (I need one of those...and something to tell me what I forgot in the first place.)

Malfoy came along and snatched the ball from Neville's grasp. Professor McGonagall saved the day once again, however, as she replaced the ball in Neville's hand and gave Malfoy a small shove that told him to move along.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood, ready to go to my classes of the day.

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At three-thirty, the Griffindors and the Slytherins met on the front lawn, where twenty brooms sat in neat rows. I spotted the better of the brooms with my acute sense of sight and raced to stand beside it. Taken, I seemed to say as some grumbled about their brooms.

"All right, for our first lesson," Madam Hooch said as she came outside and stood at the end of the row. She didn't have to tell us to get beside our brooms, because all had taken my example and stood beside one. "First, stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!'"

"UP!" the class shouted nearly as one. My broom leapt into my hand immediately, but, as in the book, it was one of few that did.

She then taught us how to mount our brooms without sliding off and I was delighted to find that I had the perfect grip before she even told us to do it.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, kick off the ground, hard," she told us, "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle, three...two..." But before she could reach "one", Neville bounced off too soon and floated into the air at a frightening height. He squealed in fear as he slipped and fell to the ground, the broom flying off on its own.

WHAM! He landed with a sickeningly loud crack and I knew he had broken his wrist.

"Neville, are you okay?" I asked as I raced up to him, ahead of Madam Hooch. He shook his head, tears running down his face. Madam Hooch arrived and I straightened to let her aid him. After all, she had more experience than I did.

"Broken wrist," I heard her mutter, "Come on, boy, up you get." She helped him shakily to his feet. She turned to face the rest of the class and said in a very loud, authoritive voice, "None of you is to move while I take him to the hospital wing. You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'! Come on, boy." She led him away. Once he was out of earshot, Malfoy burst into a laughter that I found most uncomfortable.

"Did you see his face, the great lump!" he shouted and several people joined in while others reprimanded Malfoy.

I heard Malfoy run up to where Neville had fallen and saw Jupiter follow. I expected them to be picking up the Remembrall. I saw Malfoy do so and gloat over his victory, but I saw Jupiter still there as well.

"Oh, lookie here," Jupiter said with a sneer, "It's that stupid locket Angel's always wearing." I gave a start of surprise as Harry stepped forward, holding out his hand.
"Hand them here, Malfoy, Jupiter," he told them seriously.

"Oh, no, I don't think so," Malfoy said. I was in a state of shock as Jupiter dangled Trunks' locket in front of me.

"Nor do I," Jupiter put in. They looked at each other, the corner of their eyes on us still, "How about we put them up in the tree?"

"Yeah, come on," Malfoy swung his leg over his broom and Jupiter followed on her own.

"Give them back!" Harry shouted again, with more force. All were still watching us. Harry grabbed his own broom as Malfoy and Jupiter flew up into the trees, holding my locket and Neville's Remembrall tightly with sneers planted on their faces. Harry reached down and picked up his broom.

"No!" Hermione shouted, "Remember what Madam Hooch said?"

"I don't care," Harry told her, "They can't get away with this." He leapt into the air, surprised as to the ease of piloting the broom was.

"Give them here," Harry said, holding out his hand level with Malfoy and Jupiter, "Or I'll knock you both off those brooms!"

"Please, Harry!" I cried out finally, "Get my locket back!" Jupiter sneered down at me. Malfoy dropped the Remembrall and Jupiter dropped my locket. But it cost her the balance she needed.

"Oh, no, she'll die from that height!" shouted someone, but I was already moving. I flew high into the air, moving so quickly that no one saw me until I'd caught both my locket and Jupiter and Harry had caught the Remembrall.

"HARRY POTTER AND ANGEL GALIS!" I heard a shout. Uh...oh. I completely forgot the book right then and there, looking at Professor McGonagall as I was reprimanded. She was stunned speechless, as were everyone else. I mean, come on, I'd be stunned out of my mind if someone had just flown on their own for the first time in the history of a dimension too, but still. Professor McGonagall raced toward us.

"Never...in my time....Hogwarts..." she fumed angrily. I set a very surprised and probably grateful Jupiter on the ground again, clutching my locket to my chest protectively while Harry stood beside me, grim as well. "How dare you, the both of you, you might've broken your necks..." her glasses flared in the sun.

"But Prof-"
"Quiet, Miss Patil."

"But Malfoy-"
"That's enough Mr. Weasley," she shouted, "Potter, Angel, follow me. Now." We walked behind her, our heads down in shame. Malfoy tried his best not to laugh, and Jupiter punched him in the stomach for even thinking about it.

That's when I remembered what was going on. If I remembered correctly, Professor McGonagall hadn't punished Harry, she had made him the youngest member of the Quidditch team. Maybe there was a second opening I didn't know about.

"Professor Flitwick?" she said as we reached the room, "May I borrow Wood for a moment?"

The burley fifth-year boy followed curiously in silence as we reached a room.

"In here," she said and then turned to shout at Peeves, who was writing rude words on the board, "Out, Peeves!"

"Potter, Angel, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I've found you a new Seeker and a replacement Chaser for poor Angelina," she nodded toward me. Wood's features changed from puzzlement to delight.

"Really, Professor?" he asked eagerly, looking at the two of us as though we were the million-dollar prize from Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

"Yes," she answered crisply, "Harry caught that thing after a fifty-foot dive. He's a natural! And Angel caught both Jupiter and her locket, flying herself!"

"Herself?" Wood asked in surprise, "Whatever does she mean?" He looked at me inquiringly.

"This," I said as I lifted off the ground.

"W-Whoa!" he stuttered, "You c-can fly!"

"Duh," I giggled, "I'm Saiyan." I paused for a minute before saying, "Oops. This is going to take a lot of explaining." Professor McGonagall was just as surprised. I groaned as I held my head in my hands, "How many more people are going to find out?! Its supposed to be a cosmic secret, not some my boyfriend-dumped-me secret!" I growled to myself at the mention of a boyfriend.

"Okay, I'm lost," Wood said with a laugh.

"Should be, I was lost too when she was explaining it the first time around," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"I probably should tell at least the teachers, but then I wouldn't know who has Voldemort's spirit," I said as I shook my head.

"You-Know-Who?!" Wood shouted. I smiled wryly.

"Obviously you didn't hear my little speech on the train, Wood," I told him, "What is in a name?"

"Strange, that's exactly what Albus says every time I say You-Know-Who," Professor McGonagall said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where do you think I got it, the candy store?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. She shook her head and I sighed. "Fine, I'm a Saiyan, a creature from the planet Vegeta, and I'm also from a completely different dimension from this, where I was reborn after being an angel....um...let me back up there." I giggled nervously and explained everything from the beginning. "Please, I don't want to have to tell it again," I moaned, "Please don't mention it to anyone else."

"Who'd believe it?" Wood asked weakly.

"Probably all those Griffindors and Slytherins outside who saw me flying," I answered darkly. I heard pounding footsteps and turned to look at the door.

"Angel!" Pan shouted as she raced into the room. She noticed that Professor McGonagall was there and blushed, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to know if Angel was all right."

"I'm fine, Pan-chan," I told her, "Come on in."
"How'd she find us?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"She's quarter-Saiyan and she could sense my ki," I answered, "She's just like me, only a lot younger before this all happened."
"So you girls aren't really triplets?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"No," I answered, "I am in no way related to Chee or Pan, unless if you count the fact that my boyfriend is Pan's uncle's best friend. Chee was Pan's grandma."

"Grandma?" Professor McGonagall asked, dazed, "Just how old was she?"

"I dunno, but Saiyans live really long, a lot longer than humans," I answered with a shrug, "And I've still got classes to get to."
"Oh, yes," she shook her head to clear it, "Wood, not a word of this, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Wood answered and raced away, followed quickly by a swiftly-moving Professor McGonagall. Pan looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

"You don't look so good, Angel, maybe you outta go lie down," she told me seriously. I sighed and smiled at her.

"I know exactly what I look like. I'll be okay, Pan, really," she nodded and led the way out of the classroom, me in tail as we went off in search of Chee, Harry, and Ron.

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"You two are joking," Ron told us in surprise. It was dinner and we had just told him the whole story. "Seeker and Chaser. First years never play, you guys have got to be the youngest house players in about-"

"-a century," I finished, "Wood told us." I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders in a friendly way and Fred Weasley nearly ended up on the other end of the room.

"Whoa, sorry!" he said as he blushed, "Um...congratulations!" I wondered profusely how he'd told the difference between Pan and Chee and I, but I shook it off. "Wood told us."
"Yeah, jolly good show," George said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Well, we've got to go, Lee Jordan figures he's found a new passageway out of the school." The dastardly duo left, leaving me to rub my arms uncomfortably, trying to scrub the feeling of warm hands on my shoulders.

"Hey, my brother doesn't have cooties or anything," Ron told me as he finally resumed eating his steak and kidney pie.

"I know," I sighed as I ate my meal at a speedy pace, surprisingly hungry after the day's events, "I just can't stand to be frightened like that, it drives me nuts." A cleared throat made me look up into a pair of crystalline blue eyes and a bunch of straight brown hair.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry," said Jupiter, her face flushed, "For being so mean and rude to you. I-I wanted to thank you. F-For saving my life." She looked hopeful for something as she glanced at the seat on the end of our tiny armada's row. "C-Can I sit with you?"

"Sure," I said warmly, "I'm always willing to start over. And it was nothing, really."

"Thanks," she said as she slid into the seat, "How did you do that? Is that what you meant by Angel Wings?"

"Yeah, basically," I told her with a shrug, "And I'm afraid I can't tell you. It's a cosmic secret." I gave her a little wink, letting her know that I would tell her sooner or later. Most likely later. She giggled nervously at this and I noticed Malfoy glaring from the Slitherin table, Crabbe and Goyle, whom I'd never properly been introduced to, sitting with him. So, I thought in my mind, Malfoy brought them back under his wing after Jupiter deserted him.

"I'm so sick and tired of him," Jupiter claimed in a whisper, noticing I was staring at her cousin, "He made me do all his homework for him. He's only a bully, I'm glad we've only two classes with him."
"Yeah, me too," I said with a smile, "That Malfoy can be a pain in the-" Oops. Malfoy had heard me, as he was coming over to the table, a screaming red flush all across his face and neck.

"You think I'm a pain, brat?" he snarled. So, he's got a new little nickname for me.

"Yeah, what's it to you besides the sniffing device between your eyes?" I said, confusing him for only a moment before he glared at me with renewed fury.

"First you try and kill my cousin and brainwash her to be on your side about it, then you insult me?" he growled.

"I was not brainwashed, Draco," Jupiter told him stiffly, "Angel saved my life, you're the one who was stupid enough to-"
"You shut up!" Malfoy growled at her, making her cringe in fear under his ground-breaking words. He turned back to me, "You and me, the trophy room, tonight, we're going to have a wizard's duel."
"Me?" I squeaked.

"Yeah, you," Malfoy snarled, "Are you gonna do it or not?"

"I'll go," I jested, "And if I get in trouble, I can get out of there anyway." I smirked as I recalled I could use the Instant Transmission. He snarled one last time before turning away and stomping off to his table to fume silently.

"What's a wizard's duel?" Harry asked stupidly.

"Magic fight," I told him while glaring over at Malfoy, "He doesn't know what I'm gonna do to him once I get that wand out of his grubby paws, I know martial arts, after all."

"I'm coming with you," Harry said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I flinched slightly at the touch but smiled at him.
"You so sure about that, Harry?" I asked him.

"What did you mean when you said you could get out of there anyway?" Chee asked, not really knowing that her husband had taught me the Instant Transmission.

"Your husband taught me a nice little technique I think will go quite well with this mission," I winked at her, "Hey, Pan you gonna stay at the tower for me? I need a strong person there to get back."
"Sure, but you tell me all about it when you get back," Pan told me as we finished our dinner.

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