Oi, this is the last one for a while, peeps. Thanks to Ctarl Angel for all her support. This chapter's for you!
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Chapter 6: Bonds That Never Break
Night fell. I sat in the dorm room, waiting for Harry and Ron's knocks to fall on the floor below. I heard it softly, tap, tap, tap. Both of them had been skeptical that I would hear their small noise, but I did the IT and appeared right in front of them.
"Wha-"
"How-"
"Quiet!" I hissed to both of them, quieting their questions, "The Instant Transmission, now be quiet, otherwise Hermione will-"
"I already did," she interrupted, "Angel, Harry, please, don't go out there. Don't lose anymore points for Griffindor, how badly do you want to be kicked out of this school?" She continued her rants even as we sneaked through the portrait door.
"Please, come back inside!" Hermione said softly. She was out in the hall as well. "Fine, get kicked out!" She turned around and stopped short. The portrait was closed and the fat lady was gone. "Now what am I gonna do?!" She hissed.
"Come with us, but keep that trap of yours shut," I hissed, tugging her arm. I spotted Neville asleep on the floor and hurried past him, not wanting the others to wake him. I also didn't want to have him along.
As in the book, we made our way toward the third floor without running into Filch or Mrs. Norris at all. Filch was a Squib (A person born in the magic world who can't do magic) and was the janitor at Hogwarts, but he was disliked by everyone there, including myself. If he caught us out of bed at night, we'd be kicked out of Hogwarts for certain. Mrs. Norris was his pet cat, and she would run to Filch within moments and have him there.
We reached the trophy room and remained silent. I glanced at all the ribbons, cups, shields, and other awards Hogwarts' students had one over the many years.
"Malfoy isn't here yet," I told them and pulled out my jewel-wood wand. The aqua crystal gleamed in the low light of the quarter moon. The minutes ticked by.
That's when I remembered. Malfoy had tricked Harry in the novel to come in the trophy room and told Filch about it.
"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner," I heard him say to his tabby cat and I stiffened in horror. I had completely forgotten. I gestured wildly to the others, afraid to speak and let Filch know who was in the trophy room.
The four of us had only barely left the room and were making our way down the hall when Filch entered the trophy room.
We ran. We ran and ran and ran, and even I had no clue where we were going. The scene was familiar, but the feeling of danger lurked in the air like a spider waiting for a fly to come into its web. I completely forgot the fact I could use the Instant Transmission, and I also forgot the book. What's the good of remembering what happened in the book if the situation was becoming totally different?
I heard footsteps behind me and dove into a corridor without a second thought. The others followed without question, probably thinking that I knew exactly what I was doing.
Yeah, right. I knew what I was doing like a child knows how to take apart and put together a personal computer.
"I hope...you...are...satisfied..." Hermione panted, "We'll be...kicked out...for sure..."
"We aren't safe yet," I told her, my breath caught, "Do you know how to open this door? It's locked." She grabbed my wand and pointed to the lock.
"Alohomora!" She shouted and we tumbled inside the room. (How familiar is this scene? Oi, too much by-the-book stuff.)
As I had caught my breath long ago(Jeez, wonder why, she's been working out longer than they have, so she most definitely can run this long without much trouble), I was the first to notice that we weren't alone in the room.
A huge, three-headed dog hovered over us, drool dripping from its mouth. I gave a shriek of fright before backing up against the wall.
"It's Fluffy!" I shouted.
"Fluffy?!" everyone else hissed. I recoiled and nodded.
"Sing, Hermione, now!" I growled out of the corner of my mouth. And, despite everything I had been going through that day, I began to sing.
//Hold on, but don't hold too tight, let go, you're gonna be all right...// And, to the surprise of everyone, including me, the three-headed dog started snoring before I'd even finished the short chorus. I wrapped my arms around the absolutely terrified trio and finally used the Instant Transmission to get us outta there and into the common room, where Pan was waiting despite everything.
"Angel!" she hissed in the darkness, "Angel, are you guys all right? We heard Filch yelling about kids in the trophy room, he didn't find you, did he?"
"No, lucky for us, we found our way into the Forbidden Corridor," I panted as I released the others, "And now, the mystery has begun."
"Mystery?" Ron hissed, not wanting to wake the others sound asleep in the upper parts of the Griffindor Tower, "What mystery? Did we miss something?"
"No," I told them with a giggle, "This is the story. You guys were supposed to solve a mystery ending in Harry's second encounter with Voldemort. However, the mystery is different this time because Voldemort might not even be here, and the mystery might not even happen. Voldemort may have found a host who was too weak in the chain to do any appropriate damage, but I do know one thing."
"And what might that be?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"That the Sorcerer's Stone is still beneath this castle," I said, "And its Elixir of Life. And if Voldemort gets his hands on that stone, we are doomed." The four stared at me in wide-eyed horror. "That Elixir of Life, my friends, gives near-immortality to whoever drinks of it. And I can't allow that to happen, just as Harry in the book couldn't."
"So, we've got a stone underneath our school that will allow the most powerful Dark wizard in a century to live forever?" Hermione asked conversationally, as if she was talking about the weather. You could hear the hint of sarcasm in her voice, though.
"In a nutshell, yes," I said with a shrug, "It has a lot to do with the studies Dumbledore and his associate, Nicholas Flannel, made a few years ago." I paused for just a moment before continuing. "Don't worry, though, that stone is well-protected. It's got a few barriers that you have to pass through in order to reach it, including an innovative one with a certain mirror that Dumbledore himself made up. That's the last test, is that mirror."
"A mirror?" Harry asked warily, "How's a mirror gonna safeguard a life-giving stone?"
"You'll find out soon enough, Harry," I told him, "However, when we do go to rescue that stone from Voldemort, we'll all be going. Jupiter too, if I can find her trustworthy enough in due time." I coughed into my hand in a sudden fit and I realized just how ill I really felt. "Come on, let's get to bed, I need to sleep off this cold." The others nodded and we tramped up to bed, eager for a rest after the night's excitement.
As I curled under my covers carefully, I pulled my locket to my chest. My fingers opened it lightly as I stared at the moving picture of my handsome boyfriend. Trunks looked at me with his blue eyes and I sighed dreamily as I closed the locket once more, falling asleep with my love as close to my heart as I could get him.
The one thing I'd forgotten about when we'd come to this world: A Saiyan bond never breaks.
***
I woke the next morning not refreshed at all. I was caught in a fit of coughs all through breakfast and the others continually asked if I was all right. My eyes had dark circles beneath them and my cheeks were sallow and pale. My feet and hands were trembling as I made my way to Transfiguration, the first class of the day.
"Good morning, class, open your textbooks to page-" a fit of coughs interrupted her as my body shook uneasily, "- 47." She finished her sentence uncertainly as she looked at me and my condition. "Angel, I'd like to have a word with you after class." Chee looked at me worriedly all throughout the lesson as I fought the tingling feeling deep in my throat to cough. I sniffed lightly every once in a while as I tried to turn a spoon into a fork.
I succeeded in being the first to change my spoon into a fork with a flash of aqua light, but my vision blurred quickly at it before coming back into focus. Professor McGonagall looked at me, both worried and proud at the same time. Class was dismissed in a flurry and I stayed behind to talk to Professor McGonagall.
"Are you feeling all right, Angel?" she asked me, feeling my forehead lightly.
"Not really," I said truthfully, "I don't know what's wrong with me. Vegeta said Saiyans don't get sick very easily." Seeming how she knew about our mission, she said nothing at all about this strange sentence and looked twice as worriedly at me.
"You're running a piping hot fever, young lady, and Saiyan or not, you are ill," she told me firmly, "Come along, we're going to see Madam Pomfrey at once." She took my arm firmly in her grasp, and, in my weakened stake, even I felt its power and authority over me. She dragged me along as quickly as possible while making sure I wasn't getting ill from the speed. She took my pack from me and heaved it onto her own shoulder, much to my surprise.
"Professor McGonagall!" came a voice as we entered a room. I recognized it immediately: The hospital wing. "What on Earth brings you up here?" The tiny little witch I knew to be Madam Pomfrey was looking curiously at me.
"Madam Pomfrey, we've got a very delicate situation with this young lady," Professor McGonagall said as she tugged me forward, "She is ill."
"Oh, my, yes, I am sure of that just from looking at her," Madam Pomfrey said, skittering around my flushed and diminished figure, "Come, deary, tell me what's wrong. You may go on back to your classes, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you," the Transfiguration teacher said, "I will return to see how she is." Then she was gone.
"Now, deary, what's your name?" she asked as she took out a thermometer.
"Angel Galis, ma'am," I answered softly, my throat croaking like a frog at this point.
"You have two sisters, am I right? Chee and Pan, their names?" she smiled as I looked surprised and nodded numbly. "Neville spoke of you and your sisters when he was here. Said how kind you were to him when that old git, Snape, was making havoc on the poor dear." Her eyes twinkled as I smiled at her. "I don't think this is the normal bacteria or viruses, deary." She looked at her thermometer cluelessly.
"Why's that?" I asked, peering up at the device inquiringly.
"Oh, I forget that you don't quite know everything," she said and held the thermometer for me to see. I saw several things on it, each telling different kinds of viruses, diseases, and illnesses, and they were all flashing wildly, "The only time it does that is when the cause of illness is unknown."
"I don't know what it could be," I said with a shrug.
"Well, it looks to me like a typical case of the seven-day flu, but the Illmeter says otherwise," she said, still looking at the device she held. "Well," she sighed and looked up at me, lowering her arm, "I suppose a bit of bed-rest and fluids could never hurt."
***
It was a week later and my condition was worse than ever. Pan, Chee, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Jupiter had all come to see me each day, as well as Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Hagrid. Most surprisingly enough, even Malfoy came to wish me better, his face a beet red so bright I had laughed for almost two hours straight despite the fact that it hurt to laugh so hard at such a sight.
Hermione was constantly bringing Madam Pomfrey different methods of treating my "illness" as everyone called it, and the nurse had tried each one, failing each time. Even Snape had made a Potion that was said to heal of all sicknesses, but it too had failed.
Jupiter continually apologized, thinking it was most likely her fault I was sick, but I told her time and again that it wasn't. Ron had come in with a bit of cake for me, which the nurse had confiscated. I would have thrown it up, anyway, though.
As another week came onto my shoulders, I grew worse. I slipped in and out of consciousness often and Dumbledore was growing worried for me, as was Professor McGonagall. Jupiter was nearly hysteric on her last visit and I wasn't looking forward to her next.
It wasn't until the first week of October that Chee finally realized what it was. She burst into the hospital ward, not paying any heed to Madam Pomfrey and began shouting somewhere between ecstatic and hysterical speech.
"Angel, I can't believe Pan and I didn't see it before! It's not an illness at all, it's a-"
"Young lady!" Madam Pomfrey shouted, "You cannot just burst in here unannounced and start making predictions that are probably not true!"
"Let her speak, Madam Pomfrey," I said wearily, attempting to sit up but failing. I looked out from under the covers at my sister/friend, hoping she had come up with the cure for whatever I had.
"Angel, it's Trunks!" Chee said excitedly. I understood at once, but Madam Pomfrey looked at Chee as if she'd lost her marbles.
"What on Earth does an illness have to do with swimming?" the nurse asked. I heard a rustle and saw Professor McGonagall enter the room.
"I'll explain later, Madam Pomfrey," Professor McGonagall told the nurse, "Angel, Pan told me all about it. I wish your sisters had caught on sooner, just look at the state you're in!"
"Chee, get Penny," I told her firmly, "We've got to talk to Shin. He'll be able to get Trunks here."
"Shin? Trunks? What's going on, Professor?" Madam Pomfrey was skittering about as though she were a rat lost in its maze.
"I'll explain later," McGonagall told her, "Chee, get the owl, now! We've not a moment to lose from what I heard from Pan."
"Yes, hurry, Chee," I said, clutching my locket as I spoke. I turned my eyes toward my Transfiguration teacher, who had finally gotten the nurse out of the room. "The bond. How could I have forgotten the bond?"
"Don't worry, Angel," Professor McGonagall told me softly, "We all make mistakes. Yours just happened to be a lethal one." I smiled bitterly to myself before darkness engulfed me once more.
***
Trunks punched out with his left hand again and again, sparring with Angel. He was fighting her one-handed and she was winning so far. But he'd get the upper hand again.
He hoped.
"Trunks!" he heard someone shout, "Trunks, come on, Shin wants to talk to you!" Trunks turned and stopped Angel's fist with his right hand as he followed the voice.
"What is it, Shin?" Angel asked beside him, sweat coursing down her face.
"The Angel in the Harry Potter dimension is in grave peril," Shin told her breathlessly, "I came all the way back from there. We need a copy of Trunks to go there and stay with her, otherwise she won't be able to complete her training as a witch."
"Oh," Angel said and pointed to Trunks. She had remembered quite a lot while being there and was well-acquainted with separating people into two separate beings. It was quite a lot like how a cell divides, the only difference being the size. Angel dressed this Trunks in normal jeans and T-shirt, leaving the other, refreshed Trunks ready to spar with her once the other one was on his way with Shin. She completed the other Trunk's outfit with black boots, gloves, and a bandana around his throat, plus a navy blue jacket he held in his arms. Shin nodded gratefully to her and took Trunks by the arm, leading him into the black porthole that lead to the place the HP world Shin was staying at.
Shin had long since sent Penny back with a reply, asking how to get Trunks there.
***
Pan, Chee, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Dumbledore were all inside the hospital ward, looking down at the feverishly sleeping Angel. When Penny arrived, Chee tore furiously into the letter and read it as fast as she could.
"He wants to know how we get Trunks here," Chee announced as she finished, "He's got Trunks at the house, ready to come over."
"I'll Apparate, but I must take one of you girls along," Dumbledore spoke up, "I can explain it to the Ministry later, if they catch wind of it." Chee backed down at this proposition, but Pan was raring to go. Dumbledore placed a friendly hand on her shoulder and they zoomed off into the air, much like what Angel did during the Instant Transmission. Only the IT didn't hold the risk of leaving a limb or two behind. (Eek! I'd rather use the IT!)
Trunks soon found himself facing a strange man with half-moon shaped glasses and silver hair that would rival his if he stayed in the Room of Time and Space for a day. He noticed a much more noticeable face beside the elderly man, however, and instantly knew it was Pan despite knowing that the trio of girls were identical triplets in this dimension.
"Pan, who's that?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, this is Headmaster Dumbledore," Pan said with a smile, "Come on, Angel's in trouble!" Her face was suddenly set in grim determination as she grabbed his arm and they waved to Shin as Dumbledore Apparated once again.
Dumbledore had been only mildly surprised to see the pale lavender hair that the boy Trunks sported so well.
All were greeted with a shock as the two returned as three. Harry and Ron were only mildly surprised to see Trunks' lavender hair, but Hermione had never seen the picture inside Angel's locket. She gave a small "Eep!" of frightened surprise and hid behind Chee. Chee rolled her eyes at the Muggle-born child and explained to her what was going on in soft tones.
Trunks didn't notice any of this, however, because he was too shocked at Angel's weak and trembling condition to realize anything that was going on around him. He was at her side in a flash of white light and kneeling right beside her bed, a hand in hers.
"Angel, are you all right?!" he shouted shaking her limp wrist slightly. Pan and Chee ushered the others out of the room quickly and quietly, giving Trunks time alone with the girl. He had no time to notice the fact that he was now 11 years old as well and that only his lavender hair remained. He stared at her slightly less convulsing form. He couldn't believe it. Was this really his Angel? The one he'd only moments before been fighting against with such a power as he'd never seen before?
"Angel?" he whispered softly, "Angel, wake up. Please wake up, Angel, please." He shook her lightly again and sat her up in his arms, holding her limp but warm body against his own. He didn't want to lose her even if she would only return to her original body.
***
I awoke to the sounds of silent sobs and felt the front of my chest soaked with tears. Of course, it was a very thin hospital pajamas, but still. The sounds of those sobs sounded so familiar. Could it be? Had he really come all the way to Hogwarts just for me? If it was him, I had found a lasting proof of his love for me.
"Trunks?" I whispered softly as I tried to open my eyes.
"Angel, are you okay?" I heard his tender voice ask in relief, "Now, I mean?"
"I'm still a little lightheaded, but otherwise I'm me," I said as I sat up in the bed. I took my boyfriend firmly into my arms and held him tight and close, "Oh, Trunks, I missed you so much." He hesitated only a moment before hugging me back loosely, afraid to hurt me, I knew. After all, if Professor McGonagall could tug me along without trouble like this, a hard hug from Trunks would surely kill me.
***
"What are we going to do, Albus?" Minerva asked quietly, "Angel isn't going to be healthy without that boy around, but he's not an ounce of wizard in him."
"We don't know that for certain, Minerva," Albus told her, "We could get together a few spells I remember from the old days, ones that only a few still know."
"The Muggle Transformation Charm?!" Minerva squeaked, "But Albus, it takes four qualified wizards to do that!"
"Yes, I know," Albus said, "And we've got five qualified wizards right in this school. It'll work, Minerva, we've just got to get that purple-haired boy's permission."
"It can be done," Minerva said firmly, glancing at Pan, Chee, Ron, and Harry, all of whom were talking quietly among themselves.
"A bond?" Ron asked inquiringly, "What's this bond got to do with Angel being sick like that?"
"A bond is between Saiyan blood and another," Chee explained, "Angel bonded with Trunks back in our dimension. If they're apart, it slowly destroys them until they die! If they deny the bond, they're practically writing their death wish. It isn't normally fully sealed without the mating ritual first, but Vegeta says that it can be so strong that they don't need it. Angel and Trunks' bond is so powerful, they can talk to each other through their heads. It takes a lot of love to get to that point."
"They basically depend upon each other for everything," Hermione said, her eyes shining at the thought, "How romantic!"
"Yech!" Harry and Ron said together.
"Boys," Pan and Chee rolled their eyes as one, creeping Harry and Ron out so much they backed away behind Hermione.
"Anyway," Pan continued for her grandmother/sister/friend, "If they get back together again, they basically become healthy again."
"Wait," Harry said, thinking logically, "If this affects both of them, why isn't Trunks sick?"
"He was in our dimension with the original Angel," Chee answered, "The Trunks copy for this dimension had been remerged with his original at the time he returned to our dimension."
"Oh," Harry said, looking toward the door Angel and Trunks were conversing behind.
***
"Ready to face the world again, Angel?" Trunks asked me as he stood up. I smiled, almost my entire strength back, and leapt to my feet.
"Yeah, what are we waiting for?" He laughed at this and led the way out into the hall where the others were waiting patiently.
"Just like that?" Ron asked, his eyebrow ridged high, "All you had to do was be with him for five minutes and you're back to normal?"
"Not completely," I said, "But mostly, yeah. I forgot all about the bond when I came here, I figured I'd just miss Trunks a lot, I just plain forgot all about the fact that being away from him would slowly kill me." I was still quite angry with myself. The sheer fact that I'd let myself become so weak that a human could pull me without any difficulties at all meant that I had failed myself and maybe even my team. Dirken could have easily come and taken me from the hospital wing in my weakened state.
"Angel, don't blame yourself," Trunks said firmly, his hand clamped to my shoulder. "We all forgot, all right?" Chee and Pan nodded, still holding on to each other in fear for my life.
"Yeah, but-"
"No 'buts' about it, Angel," Trunks told me, his tone severe and his hand on my shoulder tight. I hissed in pain at him and he immediately loosened his grip, but still held me firm enough that I had no way to escape. At least not yet.
"All right, all right," I told him with a furtive grin, "I'm almost back to normal, now, Trunks, you can let go, you know." He released my arm and gave a tiny smirk that only I caught.
"Angel, would you mind introducing us?" Hermione said, glancing at Trunks sidelong suspiciously.
"Sure," I said with a smile I couldn't resist, "This is Trunks Vegeta Briefs, the Prince of all Saiyans. His dad's a prince too, and they're my best friends. Well, besides Goku, Goten, and Gohan. And Krillin and Piccolo, too, they can't be left out. I'm not so sure about Yamcha and Tien, though, they never did trust me, just because I'm Saiyan."
"Prince?" Hermione squeaked pathetically, staring at Trunks and his lavender hair, "How on Earth did you die your hair that color?" I fell to the ground laughing at this and stayed there for about a minute before a bright red Trunks lifted me to my feet.
"It's naturally purple, Hermione," I told her with a smirk. This trick got him every time.
"Lavender, Angel, it's lavender," Trunks corrected me.
"Yeah, and you keep forgetting your grammar even though I've taught you it a dozen times over," I said, tugging on one of his bangs.
"How can you have naturally lavender hair?" Ron asked, not wanting to get on Trunks or my bad side.
"Easy, be born in an anime realm," I shrugged, "Only reason my hair's black is cause I'm full-blooded Saiyan. Of course, Pan here's quarter and Trunks is half, so you can see how much good being part-Saiyan is unless you have the right parents." Trunks and Pan stood strongly at their names and grinned at the others proudly.
"Yeah," Trunks said, smiling, "My mom's human, but she's got aqua hair."
"And Bra's hair is even paler aqua," I told him, "Bra's his little sister. Pan and she were really good friends, especially with their half-android friend, Marron. Number 18 is an android, one that Mirai Trunks, not this one, a boy from the future, came to warn Goku about. Now we've got this problem. The Z fighters have hardly gotten a break over the years, ever since Goku landed on Earth, and probably back before Nabo, my father, landed there."
"You weren't sure if Nabo had landed there, Angel," Trunks told me, "Remember, you were on Vegeta when it was about to explode."
"Vegeta?" Harry said, "How could you be on a person? And how was he about to explode?"
"Vegeta the planet, not the person," I sighed, "It gets confusing. The original Saiyan planet of Vegeta was where Saiyans lived before Frieza came and blew it up. The Saiyan Kings and Princes were named after their planet. Our Veggie was born there and he was stolen as a very young child by Frieza. It wasn't until Goku defeated Frieza that the tyrant was finally laid down, but he came back."
"Yeah, and my future self kicked butt!" Trunks grinned, "From everything I've ever heard of him, that guy was the greatest."
"Yeah, but I've only actually seen him at very odd intervals of his life," I said, "First as a baby at Goku's death, then at 13 when the Androids' attacks were becoming more violent and when he began his training with Gohan and Gohan died, making Trunks go Super Saiyan." I took a deep breath before continuing.
"And then I saw him at age 16, fighting the androids with a sword he'd made himself, or so I assumed, they never really explain how Mirai Trunks got that thing, and then he went back in time to warn Goku of the androids. Trunks here was born about one or two years later."
"Wow, pretty weird past," Hermione muttered.
"And quite interesting," Professor McGonagall said to us, "I'm glad you're quite all right, Angel, but Headmaster Dumbledore and I would like to speak to you in private." She glanced pointedly at my sisters, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The others left the room grumbling quietly to themselves.
"I'm sorry if I was any trouble to you, Professor," I said feebly, "I can't help it, it's in my blood and-"
"Angel, do calm down," Professor McGonagall told me with a warm smile she rarely gave to anyone but her best students. "This concerns you, of course, but it more concerns your...er...boyfriend, I suppose you'd call him, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, startled she'd refer to him as anything but a friend. He was quite close to my husband in all reality, but considering the fact that we were in a completely different world, that was irrelevant without a marriage.
"Trunks, wasn't it?" she asked, turning to him.
"Er...yes," Trunks said, startled she spoke to him directly.
"Trunks, we want to do a Charm on you that has a very...interesting past," Dumbledore began slowly, "As I am sure you are well aware of, you are not magic." Trunks ears burned as he nodded, almost shamefully. "We propose that you become magic, in all senses of the words." Trunks and I both did a double-take on the old man.
"What?!" I shrieked, "How can that happen? What d'you mean?"
"Exactly as I said it, Angel, now let me explain," Dumbledore smiled at me. "There is an old Charm that we wizards used to do to make Muggle wives and husbands who married our own people into magic. It's called the Muggle Transformation Charm." My eyes widened upon this.
"How is that possible, Professor? Is it really possible to turn Trunks magic with a simple little Charm?" I was perplexed beyond my own dreams as to what was about to happen. I'd thought it impossible to transform Muggles into wizards.
"Possible indeed, however the Charm itself is quite complicated and requires four qualified wizards to perform it," Dumbledore told me, "And it requires a great deal of good within the Muggle to be completed. Love is essential." He smiled at me and I blushed as I realized if it wasn't for me, Trunks wouldn't even be there and they wouldn't be performing an age-old Charm that was so difficult it required four wizards to perform.
"All we need from you, Trunks, is your permission," Professor McGonagall told him. "Are you up for it?"
"You bet," Trunks told her, "If it'll keep Angel healthy, I'm all for it."
"That's my Trunks!" I grinned as I leaned contently against his arm. I found myself blacked-out once again.
"Angel!" Trunks hissed as he caught her falling, limp form once again.
"Not to worry, Trunks, she's only tired," Headmaster Dumbledore told the lavender-haired boy, "But I'm afraid you'll have to find a way to keep her from doing that too often. After all, tomorrow is her first Quidditch lesson." He chortled at Trunks' confused look and led the boy away. "Come along, I'll get Juu and Professor Snape and we'll perform the Charm." He Apparated away from the room, leaving poor Trunks holding his girlfriend and Professor McGonagall alone.
"I heard Angel talking before," Professor McGonagall began, "But I wasn't quite sure. What is an anime?"
"Angel says that it's basically a cartoon from Japan, wherever that is," Trunks said with a shrug, "I'm from another Earth all together, from what Angel said. I'm from an Earth that has dinosaurs and 'mutants', is what she called them. And our world doesn't have all these weird divisions, there's only one continent that we live on and there's an Emperor and that's all I know that's different, which is all according to her." They were standing in a classroom now that Trunks noticed, and he saw several desks lining the back row.
"This is my classroom," Professor McGonagall told him upon his look about the room. She looked at him quizzically before heading abruptly to her desk. "Here, take a look." She held up a blue and brown sphere, a globe, Trunks realized. He walked over, still carrying Angel and glanced at the sphere carefully.
"We're where?" Trunks asked.
"England, or Great Britain, whichever you prefer," Professor McGonagall answered patiently, "Right here." She pointed to a tiny island off the coast of some place called "Europe". "And Japan is right here. I suspect that Angel was originally from America, right here, because she speaks with a much freer tongue than many English students I've met."
"Let me down, Trunks," Angel moaned from his arms and Trunks let her down.
I stood up on my own two feet, embarrassed that I had passed out yet again.
"Good, you're awake," Trunks said, looking at a globe carefully as he still glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. "This is England, right? And Japan?"
"Yeah," I told him, taking in the sight of the familiar globe, "You told him?" I had turned and asked Professor McGonagall.
"Yes."
"Okay," I said, touching the globe carefully with my own, delicate hands. "Look, Trunks, I used to live right here." I pointed to the central State of Kansas. "Right here, in Wichita."
"I suspected you weren't from England," Professor McGonagall told me, looking at the globe as well, "But why didn't you become a witch back in your own country?"
"I wasn't from this dimension," I told her, "In my dimension, there is no such thing as witchcraft and wizardry. There weren't energy swords that blazed like fire. There weren't little monsters that spoke to you. There wasn't any of these things, it was just basic life. Any of these things were found in storybooks only and I indulged in reading them at nearly all possible chances." I let my tail droop out of my cloak, glad I'd only brought it out once before. For some reason, I was just as content to have it wrapped around my waist underneath my cloaks as I was to have it waving behind me.
"I love my tail, really I do, but must I continually hide it?" I sighed as I waved it around in the air furiously, feeling for Dumbledore's ki as he found Snape and Juu's. I wrapped my tail back around my waist just as the three returned.
"I still don't think this is a very good idea, headmaster," Snape said as he stepped into the room.
"Don't worry about it, Serverus, we just need him here for the sake of the students," Dumbledore told him, "Not to worry, he won't be very powerful." Trunks huffed at this indignantly as the three entered the room.
"Angel, you might want to step back," Dumbledore told me. "Ready?" The other teachers nodded and readied their wands. Trunks braced himself, also prepared and Dumbledore began to chant under his breath. A light appeared on the ends of each wand as they each joined in the chant.
It looked more like a synchronized swimming competition that a Charm, but I didn't say that for fear of making them accidentally curse Trunks. As the chant grew more fast, the less I understood. As Trunks stood there, he was mesmerized by the points of four different lights.
The first, Dumbledore's, was scarlet. The second, Snape's, was green. The third, Professor McGonagall's, was yellow. The last was a surly shade of blue, held by Juu.
The four circled around my lavender-haired boyfriend, each whispering chants so fast I was sure they were only muttering. They moved around in a loose formation and their wands each spread a warm glow over the room.
Suddenly, they stopped chanting. Each, one by one, they threw their arms up into the air, bringing their glowing wands in a square all around Trunks. Each fired a beam of light which met in a single, common vertice directly over Trunks' head.
"TRANSFORMATION!" Their voices thundered in a unison so loud I had to clamp my ears to the echoes themselves as the column of light descended quickly into Trunks. The lights bounced off Trunks' head, moving back to their proper owners, then firing directly into Trunks' torso at all the correct angles.
The light stopped, as did their humming, which I had neglected to notice. The lights disappeared into Trunks' body and then fired out all at the same time, shooting in all different directions at once, reminding me of a Super Saiyan, only with the four different lights.
"Wow," I breathed as I looked on, shocked.
"I must say, it has been a while since such a spell has been needed," Juu commented as she took a deep breath, "Well done, young man, I've never seen a Muggle such as yourself stand throughout the whole procedure." Trunks smiled wearily and glanced at me.
"All finished, Angel," Dumbledore told me with a smile.
"Trunks!" I cried out and raced to him, holding his weight against my own. His entire being was weakened, as was mine, but together, we were strong.
Or so I thought. My poor Trunks fainted from his own exhaustion and I held him in my arms. I felt a new power within him, one I'd never felt there before.
"He's magic," I said to Dumbledore, "I can sense it."
"Sense it?" Snape inquired coldly, "You can't 'sense' magic, not unless you are a being closely tied to the use of soul energy." I hesitated at this, glancing up at my Potions teacher.
"You wouldn't understand my mission, would you, Professor Snape?" I asked him kindly, "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," the greasy-haired man sneered.
"I am an angel, sir," I growled, "And an alien, if you so wish to call it that. I have been born and reborn thrice now, once as a Saiyan, twice as a supposed human, then thrice again as a magic Saiyan. My mission is to save the entire cosmos by defeating Voldemort with the good magic of this world. In order for that to happen, I need training, which is why I am here, as well as my boyfriend, who is also half my race."
"What is your race?" Juu asked calmly as Snape seemed at a lost for words.
"We are the Saiyans," I told her, "A group of human-like beings capable of unimaginable strength. But I can't kill Voldemort with my martial arts capabilities."
"How can you be Saiyan? What's the difference?" she asked, looking at me curiously. I smirked as I unwrapped my tail and revealed it to them, swinging it back and forth for them to see. I rose off the ground and sank back. Then I rose my ki till I was SSJ and powered down quickly once again. "Need I do or say more?" The two shook their heads in shock, even Juu's diplomatic skills failing her.
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All right! Trunks is here and I'm not sick anymore! I guess his locket didn't work, though...too bad. Cya for a while yet, peeps...
N-Yeah, we won't be up here for a while, too much homework...I say, Mr. Schmidt is way too much like Snape...homework over Spring Break, must be out of his mind....
A-Yeah. See ya, guys.
N-Bye, nekos!
A-I'm just going to walk away from that one. Bye.