Wooo hoo! Spring Break is the best time this year I've had in a LOOOONNNG time. My daddy got me a basketball hoop and I've been outside playing all day long...Thank you to all who decided to come and read this story...if you simply don't have the time or the patience to review, just do it anyway! Just a simple "Hello!" or "Great story!" or "You have such a demented mind!" would do, come on, people, I need feedback, and the only way I'm going to get it is if you REVIEW!!! Pwease? Pwetty pwease wit' suga' on top??? Here's Chapter 7 of the Harry Potter dimension, and I hope to get all the way through third year before my school year is over. Here ya go! Did I already mention that Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me?

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Chapter 7: Revealing Secrets

As Dumbledore had told Trunks while I had been unconscious, Harry and I would both begin Quidditch lessons the next night. It was still early in October, about two weeks before Halloween, and I was apprehensive of that fateful night.

However, it was still morning and all were quietly watching Trunks, not quite sure what this meant. He was a new student, with all his brand new things in the Griffindor Tower. All were curious as to why he was there so much later in the year, why he sat with Angel and her sisters, and why, why, why on Earth did he have purple hair?

I saw the headmaster make his way up the aisle and I turned to him.

"Headmaster, may Trunks and I speak with you a moment?" I asked him seriously, as though this only concerned the three of us, "We may remain here." He nodded and I stood, followed uncoordinatedly by Trunks.

"Headmaster, I'd like to tell the school," I said in a hushed tone, watching the quiet students wishing to catch a bit of the conversation. "It's their right to know now why we are here. And I am certain that the choice few that saw me fly would like to know how, and I'm certain many students wish to know why Trunks is here."

"Yeah!" Came the shout of several Griffindors, whose table was closest to us.

"It is your own choice, Angel, I cannot tell them what you are or who you are," he said deeply, "It is your choice alone. If you wish, I will allow you to speak at the Head Table, for all to hear you."

"It is settled, then?" I asked.

"Only if you wish to tell, Angel," he told me. Trunks turned to me inquiringly.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?" I smiled up at him; glad he was still a few inches over me.

"Yeah, Trunks, I do want to tell them."
"Then follow me," the headmaster led us up to the table and the entire room quieted in a hush like that I'd never heard before, at least not with these students. I looked out over them, at the eleven-year-old first years all the way up to the eighteen-year-old seventh years. All were staring up at me, a lowly little girl who just had the chance, the slight fate, and the destiny to be the one who had to save everything.

"My friends," I began softly, yet all heard my words and clung to each as though a terrifying riddle, "You have been deceived."

"Well, we guessed that!" Called one of the Slytherins.

"Yes, and I apologize for my secretive nature, but it was necessary. But no longer. My secret must be revealed, at least to you, and you deserve to hear the truth, or at least a small part of it." I saw Pan and Chee urge me on, and I continued. "My past is an intricate, and fairy-tale-like one with many obstacles and many things that most of you would not believe lest I had the proof right here on me.

"You say that I am human, and yet I am not." A murmur rose up within them and I waited for the dull roar to quiet. "You say that I am a normal witch, and further, I am not. You say I am weak for my appearance, and this is untrue. My life was not mine as I saw it, thrice a time, and I found that I have lived three lives and one death. My rebirths are not usual and are in fact, quite abnormal, even by wizard standards. I am not as I appear."
"Then what are you?!" A voice I knew for certain to be Malfoy's called above the silence.

"At first, my dear Draco Malfoy," I started out, "I was a full-blooded Saiyan, and still am by natural birth. A Saiyan is a being quite like humans, only their spirits are filled with far greater power than a human could hope to achieve. One difference that I've kept in this dimension is my tail." I let it droop and flicked it behind me so they could see and heard several loud gasps.

"A tail?!" Shouted one student.

"Is it real?"

"What else can you do?"

"Really, children, calm down and let her finish!" Professor McGonagall told them with a sharp, defining tone. It was instant silence.

"Yes, it is real," I told them, "And I will reach what else I can do in due time." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, my anxiety of crowds almost taking the best of me. "A fiend much stronger than the current Saiyans of my planet, called Vegeta, despised the Saiyans for a prophesy that spoke of a Super Saiyan, a being twice as strong as a normal Saiyan. It wasn't reached until a friend of ours, Pan's grandfather and Chee's husband--I'll explain that later--Goku reached it. But before then, I was a ten-year-old Saiyan by the name of Peria. Frieza literally blew up Vegeta and I was killed."

Several gasps erupted from the others and I sighed. Why must they get so excited about such things?

"You were really dead?!" Shouted one of the unknown Hufflepuffs.

"Yes," I growled and sighed as the crowd quieted once again. "Our Supreme Kai, basically the ruler over the dead, found me to be the only Saiyan angel in heaven. Before the explosion, I had been knocked out and all my previous memories were wiped from my brain to this day.

"I started anew as an angel, working closely with Shin over the years until I was the most important one in all of heaven. Shin is the Supreme Kai. As time wore on, several Saiyans, including the resident Kakarott, better known as Goku visited Earth. Goku was supposed to have purged the Earth long ago, and instead hit his head and forgot his mission. He began training at the age of 12 to fight and became a Z fighter, a fighter who guarded Earth from invaders. Chee and him were married and they had a son named Gohan."

Several approving hoots and catcalls greeted my ears, directed at a bright red Chee.

"Quiet!" I shouted firmly and all were immediately silent. "Through this time, a creature by the name of Bibidi, an evil Dark wizard of a completely different kind of magic than ours, released a creature he created by the name of Buu.
"Buu was the most powerful creature in the Z Universe, and might still be if Bibidi hadn't been forced to enclose him. Bibidi could no longer control his own creation. He therefore went into hiding in the Shadow World of our Earth, also called the Demon Realm. Demons in this dimension are quite different from what you are used to, but they are evil creatures all the same. Bibidi had one son, named Babadi, but he also created two Demons, which currently rule over the Demon Realm.

"One was named Dabura. The other was Dirken. Before Bibidi was to die, he gave a simple task to each of these three. He gave Dabura something unknown to this point. He gave Babadi the spells and such and told him to re-release Buu. Dirken's task was slightly more...subtle. For those of you who are weak at heart, this may be something you wish not to hear, but hear it you must despite this.

"Dirken was given a prophecy by Bibidi. This prophecy said that the demon was to merge with the most beautiful angel in all of heaven. He was told to rape this angel. He was told to name their child Dragon. The prophesy said that Dragon would be stronger even than Buu and would have magic powers so powerful that even if Voldemort tried to beat him, he would fail." Many gasps rang out at the name and I rounded on them.

"What's in a name, Hogwarts? If I were so called Dragon, would you treat me like you do when my name is Angel? If Voldemort's name were Rosemary or Phillip, would you treat him as anyone less than powerful? Fear in the name reflects fear toward the actual person, and that's exactly what Voldemort wants!" The Hall was silent.

"Without further ado, I will continue," I said haughtily. "This angel, this beautiful, carefree angel was terrified, as was Shin. They decided that this angel would be reborn as another child with another set of parents. She and Shin were such good friends, however, that every time she saw him, her memories returned to her. So they were forced to send Shin away while they redressed the situation.

"Hogwarts. Can you guess who that angel was? I can give you the greatest of hints: She retained the name of Angel though it wasn't either of her birth names."
"You?" Asked one of the trembling first years. She looked quite ill stricken.

"Yes," I told her gently. "That little angel was I. I was sent to yet another dimension, one where my parents cared nothing for me! I had two little brothers, both of which sit at Shin's palace at this very moment.

"This is where our story gets strange," I told them with a series of wild gestures. "I was fifteen years of age. (This is a recap on our story, bear with me.) My brother, Tiger, had been trying to rape me for three years. It was one night, not really all that long ago, now that I think of it. I ran from the house with some of my things, intent on simply staying away while my brother was literally drunk. I walked into an antique store in the mall and found a piece of one of the few magical objects in the Z world, a Dragonball. These are seven orange spheres, each with red stars proclaiming their number. If you gathered these balls together in the Z world and summoned the Dragon from them, you were granted a single wish, whatever it might be.

"What I didn't know was that it was never my brother at all who had tried to rape me, but Dirken within my brother's mind. And the man, who had told me to wish on the Dragonball, real or not, had been Dirken as well. He tricked me into wishing for my own self back and my own self from my original world, where he had set up a dimensional time/space warp. However, to his displeasure and my sheer bit of luck, he was unable to confine me to a single place."
"So he beat her up," Trunks grumbled loudly, causing another range of gasps to spread across the Hall.

"And how did he come into play?" Another Ravenclaw shouted out.

"After Dirken beat me up, I disappeared to a curb, where I was slowly dying of internal bleeding and wounds," I told her. "Trunks here found me and brought me home, where he tended my wounds until his parents came home." I held up my hand to silence Trunks. I didn't want to go into the second meeting with Tiger, and he let it drop upon my silent plea within his head. "With a few more mishaps along the way, including my references to how I knew him and their story."
"How did you know us?!" Malfoy stood abruptly, causing a scene with his chair, but he cared not.

"In due time, Mr. Malfoy, in due time," I told him, "Please sit down, you'll know everything soon enough." He gave a huff of indignance before righting his chair and sitting down, his arms crossed in defiance. Ron looked at me as though I were a goddess. Which I was, but that was beside the point.

"Anyway, Trunks trained me in the martial arts that were solely of his world. In that time, we bonded. Bonding is a Saiyan trait much stronger than love, and it can occur at a very young age, in our case, 15.

"During those three months, I achieved the Super Saiyan level. Which I can show you later, I don't want to ruin the Great Hall for the house-elves to clean up. Dirken, however, was compiling a plan so intricate that even I found it impossible to decipher until the proper time. He was going to six other dimensions and the past of our own and finding the most ruthless and evil beings of each.

"Then he told us we couldn't use any other powers other than what the other could use. He gave us as much time as we wanted, but he knows it's no good against him even if we succeeded in getting powers from each of the worlds.

"The first was our own. He's got Frieza and another, more powerful android by the name of Cell. We will defeat them using our Saiyan powers. The second was this world, where we were to use the power of magic against the evil. He chose Voldemort." Several shivered at the name but refused to cry out after my last outburst.

"So we've got to beat this Voldemort, whomever that is," Trunks said, rolling his eyes. Several stared at him as though he were crazy. "I never did get a proper briefing on this dimension, all right? I never expected to have to be here and Angel didn't expect it either, we both completely forgot that the bond would kill her if we were apart!"

"So...how did you know us?" Jupiter's voice rose over the impending silence.

"Headmaster, is there some spell you can use to help me out with that one?" I asked with a sigh, "I don't know exactly how to portray what it was like in my second dimension."

"Yes, of course," he said, "It will display your thoughts if you ask them to be." I nodded my approval, and with a flick of his wand, a white screen appeared behind me.

"All right," I sighed as I cleared my mind; "I suppose I should show you Dirken, in case any of you happen upon him, unluckily." I conjured up a vivid memory of the ugly beast and turned around to see him smirking evilly with his black slit eyes glaring out at the Hogwarts students. Several of the girls gave a shriek of fear and George and Fred gulped visibly at the creature. "This is Frieza." The screen flicked to a picture of the silver-skinned tyrant who had cause so much grief.

"And this is us, the real us," I said as I conjured up a picture of myself, Goku, Gohan, all twenty-one of the fighters who had joined in, "This is our entire force. Only the three of us, Chee, Pan, and I," as I said this, I pointed to each of the real versions of us, showing who we really were, "Were magic. Trunks here-" I stopped as Trunks spoke in my mind.

Don't tell them that I wasn't magic, it'll arouse too much suspicion. I nodded only so he could see. "-was magic, but not enough to receive a letter." That sounded good enough to me. Dumbledore seemed to release a great sigh of relief and I was glad I had stopped my words.

"Now, for the reason I requested the equipment in the first place," I told them. I conjured up an image of the human me. "This was me in my second dimension, the one in which Shin had camouflaged me to look average." I grimaced a little at my slightly overweight figure, the brown ponytail I had hated and the discolored eyes I had seen so much through. Trunks looked surprised. After all, he had only seen me in my real form, not the covered version.

"Each of the seven dimensions Dirken chose were books, movies, cartoons, and TV shows my brothers or I had watched in my old world." I conjured up the image of the first Harry Potter book. "This was where I had found out all about this world. This book and three others. Miss Rowling had only written to the fourth year of the one Harry Potter when I had left.

"The other dimensions are irrelevant to our mission here, we have been separated into seven different copies of ourselves to go to each one, so my mind here is separate of the ones in my other copies." I sighed as I cleared my head once again. "Any questions?"

"Hey, you didn't explain how Chee had kids with that Goku guy!" called one of the Hufflepuff guys who had given her the cat-calls.

"Oh, yes," I said, "And I also forgot to explain how we changed appearances." He nodded eagerly, wanting much to know how. I looked inquiringly at him. "What's your name, kid?"

"Kid?!" he shouted indignantly.

"You're only 12, kid," I said to him, "I was 15. I get confused with the ages sometimes. Now what's your name?"

"Name's Kyle. Kyle Ban." He smirked and leaned against the table.

"Well, Kyle, I can tell you right now that Chee was way over 20 when she had Gohan, and Goten too," I told him righteously. "Shin did all of this. Being a god has its advantages, and one includes the ability to change ages, appearances, births, basically anything you can imagine. Shin changed us. He just kind of forgot when he sent poor Trunks here, but that's okay, Trunks can keep his lavender hair. Makes him more familiar, even if he is four years younger. Come to think of it, so am I.

"Well, I suppose that is all?"

"No," said a quiet Griffindor. She stood up and I made a note to ask her what her name was, she reminded me of myself long ago. "What were the changes? There have to be obvious changes in anything, even a few moments in another place can cause problems and situations." I sighed. I wished that had never come up.

"Yes, I suppose," I said, "Well, for one, we're here. Second, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are here. Third, Quirrell isn't here, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, considering what he did in the book, but it'd make things much easier."

"Easier?" Inquired a few Ravenclaws.

"Quirrell was supposed to have...how should I put this...hosted Voldemort's spirit."

"How's it a bad thing he's gone now?" asked Juu.

"It means, Professors and students, that we have a traitor here among us at this very moment who hosts Voldemort in their skin," I told them, "And he is here, intent on destroying the one person who escaped his Avada Kedavra." Several of the students gasped in surprise. Few, however, glanced at poor Harry. "Voldemort is here, my friends, probably right here among us at this very moment. I give you a warning, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, and any of you who plan to become Death Eaters if he ever comes to power: Caution in the Angel of the Dragon, the one who can destroy you all is right here. Harry escaped your green lighted curse, you pathetic excuse of a human being, but I will do so much more once I get my hands on you at the Final Battle.

"That goes for here too, you foul creature."
"Yeah!!!" several students shouted bravely.

"Never give up!" I shouted in a way that made me feel like I was giving a pep rally at my old school, "Never surrender! There is always a way! You only need to find it." I looked at Hagrid and Dumbledore, remembering all the things they had said and done for Harry in the novels and smiled.

"Great man, Dumbledore," I said softly, "Gives everyone a second chance. You know what? If Voldemort would only see the light, see the fact that his ways were no good and see the fact that I can easily see the good in all, then he could have my trust. Tom Riddle, if you can hear me now, boy, you may speak. You may speak without a curse ready, for I am an open book."

"Really?" Came a hoarse voice I knew only too well to be Tom Riddle's.

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Uh...oh...CLIFFHANGER!!! Ha ha, I'm sooooo evil....well, come to think of it, so is writer's block, and to tell the absolute truth, the only reason I'm working so hard on the Harry Potter dimension is because I've no idea what to put in these dimensions! I need a bunch of help with the Dragonball Z dimension, because they're basically training...maybe I could...IDEA! Yeah, I got an idea!!!

Umm...yeah.

N-You need phychiactric help.

A-No I don't! Just help loosing weight.

N-You're going to the Nutritionist soon, Angel, don't worry about it.
A-NEKO! You promised not to tell! *looks extremely murderous*

N-Umm...heh heh, I think I'd better go. Sayanara, nekos!

A-Yeah, you'd better be scared. Bye guys, I think I'm going to give Neko a little...trim. *brandishs a pair of scissors*

N-AHH! Not the scissors, please, not the scissors!

A-Hey, guys, vote over the next week whether I should clip Neko's fur and I'll do whazenever you say! Ja ne, peeps!