Aw, come on, you don't think I'd be that mean to you guys, did you? Here's Chapter 8 of the Harry Potter dimension, and might I say that I have quite enjoyed the planning I did for this particular chapter. Here goes!

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Chapter 8: Legend of the Jewel-Wood Wands

A thousand heads turned to see where the voice had come from. Professor Snape stood up and rolled up the sleeve of his cloak, revealing the face I knew as Voldemort's. Students across the room backed down, frightened to see the creature that had killed so many.

"It was Professor Snape he took this time, I see," I said as I made my way up to see the being I knew to be evil. But maybe, just maybe, I could change him. I powered up my ki, my entire body bursting with golden fire that licked my skin, my spiked golden hair waving in the winds my own power created.

"Yes," the black-haired man said with a sneer.

"You did not believe me until you heard the full story, did you, sir?" I asked him. "Mr. Riddle." I looked at the face that had once been the "immortal" Voldemort.

"Voldemort, if you please," he said to me.

"I know who you are, Tom Riddle," I said soothingly, "And I know what you've done. Yet everyone deserves the chance. Poor Hagrid there, he received a second chance after being expelled from Hogwarts. I offer you it now, boy, for that is all you are. You are weak and tired, surviving only on unicorn blood. You spite yourself, Tom Riddle, for only the good see the light. Yet all have a bit of good, no matter how minute. I've learned many a time that the Yin-Yang Theory is correct. My Saiyan heritage is one of these."
"You have well said this Yin-Yang Theory, girl," the creature purred, "But why give me a second chance? Chances are for the weak and feeble-minded."
"Chances are for those who wish to have life, Voldemort, and to have it more abundantly!" I shouted, "If you were not such a creature as yourself, bonded to Snape as you are, I would slay you for such outrageous words, and yet bonded you are. Come out of him and face me like the man you supposedly are, or are you the coward who kills thousands for pleasure, wishing to remain behind your scapegoat?"

"I am no coward," the creature seethed. He leaped out of Snape's skin and landed on the ground in a puddle of weakness. Many were heard twisting their mouths in horror and disgust behind me.

"Angel, are you sure this is wise?" Trunks asked me, tapping on my shoulder.

"The Yin-Yang Theory, Trunks, is true, truer than ever before. And Voldemort cannot touch me, just as he cannot touch Harry or you. If he so much as lays a finger on the hem of my cloak, his being will dissipate." I stared at the puddle before me. "SHIN!" A flash of light behind me brought me to my senses.

"Shin, transform Tom Riddle into his eleven-year old self. He will begin anew." Gasps were heard throughout the Hall as my ex-master spun a web of magic none of them had seen before. I smiled as he transformed not into the Tom Riddle I knew, but into an unrecognizable black-haired boy with the purest blue eyes I'd seen yet. After all, his memories had been erased in the process.

"W-Where am I?" he asked, "Who am I? What's going on? Who-"
"Calm, please, young man," I told him softly. I let my hair sink back into place. "You are Thomas James Galis, the newest addition to the Galis line. I will explain to you later." I turned to the crowd of mesmerized students and proclaimed loudly. "I give you the reborn! I suggest you give Tom a new chance. Headmaster?"

"It appears we've two new students at Hogwarts," Albus Dumbledore told us with a smile, "Please, welcome Trunks Vegeta Briefs and Thomas James Galis." Trunks smiled at me and put an arm around my shoulder as the group applauded out of shock alone.

Trunks, stop up Tom's ears a moment I told him. My purple-haired boyfriend complied, covering Tom's ears up.

"Guys, I really need your help on this one," I told them, "Trust him. He's not Voldemort anymore, he's a reborn boy with no parents and no way to see his own life. He isn't the one who killed thousands, he's brand new, out of the factory and he needs friends just like everyone else. I think that if he grows up with a different set of friends, he will be able to become a good wizard. What do you guys say?" The multitude nodded and began buzzing.

"They will join the Griffindor House," Dumbledore told me, "And follow your schedule. Have faith, Angel, your plan has a good base." I nodded and smirked at Tom as Trunks released his ears.

"Well, boys," I said as I looked at Dumbledore inquiringly, "I suppose I'll have to lend you some of my things-"
"We can go out right now to get their things, Angel," Dumbledore told me. "We will leave at once." I turned to Shin.

"Will you be quite all right at home, Shin?" I asked him.

"Yes, Angel, you know I am glad to have a few years' peace away from everything," he told me with a wink, "I'll see you at the summer holidays if all goes well, right?"

"Hai," I told him. "See you then, my friend." He nodded with a smile and vanished once more. What I didn't know was that this was the last time I would see him as who he was. I realized only too soon that I was still standing on the podium. I stepped down, leading the extremely confused boy Tom and my boyfriend from the steps.

"Harry," the headmaster called to our black-haired friend. "Come with us. We need to get Angel and you your gifts you were promised."

"And the rest of you need to get to your classes," Professor McGonagall told them, "But we'll skip first classes today. Finish your breakfast." She clapped loudly and the room exploded in talk and laughter.

As we were heading over to Hogsmeade, the only whole-wizard town in England, I filled Tom in on everything we had told the others in the school. I didn't tell him who he was, of course.

"Who am I, really?" he asked me.

"You have been reborn," I told him. "But from what, I don't know. Don't worry about it, you're one of us now."

"Yeah, Tom, don't worry about it," Trunks told him. "Whatever you were reborn from is in your past. You've got a brand new chance at life, don't spoil it now."

"Wish I could do that," Harry said with a sigh. "When Voldemort tried to kill me long ago, it marked me forever." He crossed his eyes as if looking at his scar before rubbing it and giving Tom a grin.

"Okay," he said, returning Harry's grin. "If I get a second life, I'm gonna use it the best I know how. You'll help me, won't you, guys?" We all nodded.

When we arrived in Hogsmeade, even I was struck in awe. I had never seen such a city, where everything was magic, where almost nothing was Muggle. Apparently, neither had anybody else with the exception of the headmaster.

"Quickly, we must get the four of you back to school soon," Dumbledore told us, ushering us past shops. I saw the Three Broomsticks, the pub that was so popular in the third and fourth books. I saw the joke shops and the stores that I had never heard of before.

"I suppose we should get your wands first, Tom, Trunks," Dumbledore pointed to a wand shop and I gasped at the enormity of it. The man inside, however, was no where near the strange, mystical man that Ollivander had been. On the contrary, he was a tall, well-built man with only a slight bit of gray in his blond hair. His blue eyes held a wisdom I knew only too well to be that of a wand-smith.

"Greetings," he said to us in a smooth, almost incandescent voice. "The lavender-haired boy and the boy with no past." His eyes locked on Trunks and Tom without further greeting.

Oh, no, I groaned inwardly, A mystic. Careful, Trunks. Trunks nodded slightly as if in answer to the man's inquiring question, but I knew he was telling me he'd heard without saying it aloud.

"I am Grio," the man told us, looking away from Trunks and Tom for the first time. "The two boys require wands, do they not?"

"Correct, Grio," Dumbledore told him with a smile.

The pandemonium had only just begun. He measured their wand hands, which for both were right, considering the fact that Trunks was ambidextrous. (If I use any words you don't know, ask me or look it up. That last one means "both handed".)

He began with Trunks first instead of the production-style line Pan, Chee, Harry, and I had gone through. Trunks waved wand after wand after wand after wand, clueless as to what Grio was looking for.

He's waiting for some sort of light, Trunks, be patient. It took a long time to find my wand as well, I told him in his mind.

I am being patient, Angel, he returned.

Doesn't look like it to me, I smirked behind my hand and coughed to cover it up. He didn't answer me. Grio looked thoughtful for a moment, then went to the back of his shop. He cam back, carrying a box that had been carried in by an owl, it seemed.

"A good friend of mine sent this to me," he told us with a smile at our confusion. "He said I'd need it within the next couple of days. Here you go, try it." He handed Trunks a wand and immediately four colors, red, green, yellow, and blue, sparked from the tip, spreading a warm glow over the rest of the rather large shop.

"Very interesting, young man," Grio said as he put the wand in a case and gave it to Trunks, "That wand is only a four-of-a-kind. Come here, kid." He handed Tom the other wand and immediately sparks of lavender light flew out of the tip. "And now the four who were destined for it stand here."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"That particular wand style was not wished to be used because of its rarity," the man told us, "And the wood and things within it makes a very powerful, a very powerful wand indeed. The only four jewel-wood wands belong to Headmaster Dumbledore, Angel Galis, Trunks Briefs, and Tom Galis. The wands are not only filled with that pure-magic wood, however, but unicorn hair and phoenix feather, both soaked in moonbeams as well. Very interesting that the four of you would have those wands. Very interesting indeed."

We left the shop, entirely absorbed in the prospect that Grio had presented to us.

"How did he know who we were?" Trunks asked, "And how did he know we were coming?"

"He's got one of the few very keen Inner Eyes," Dumbledore told us. "He can see a lot of things you wouldn't. He's a very well-bred mystic."

"Were they serious, Headmaster?" I asked him, "About the jewel-wood wands, I mean."
"Yes, they were serious, most deadly, in fact," he told us gravely. "The prophecy says that the four who hold the jewel-wood wands will defeat the most evil wizard of all time." He glanced at Tom only a moment.

We were to defeat the most evil wizard of all time? How was that possible, when he stood right here in front of me? Then it dawned on me.

"The prophecy said we'll battle the greatest wizard of all time?" I inquired.

"Yes."

"It's not Voldemort," I said with a sigh. "Dirken's here, in this dimension. He's disguised, he might even be right under our noses at Hogwarts."

"How can he do that?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "I'd be able to see him, wouldn't I?"

"No," I told him, "Dirken tricked me. His tricks are so well-planned that he probably has a very good idea what's going on."

"We might as well get our books next," Trunks said, pointing to a bookstore. The group entered the store and exited with the books the boys needed. Trunks put their things inside a Capsule, much to everyone's surprise.

"Trunks, I didn't know you brought along more Capsules," I said as we continued on to a robes store.

"I did," Trunks shrugged as he was ushered off to the back of the store, leaving Harry, Dumbledore and I to our own devices.

"The one thing I don't get is why they included Headmaster Dumbledore in this," I said, a finger on my chin, "And not Harry. Everything normally happens to Harry."
"Perhaps there is something in the prophesy I have missed," Dumbledore said with a thoughtful stroke of his beard. He took out a bit of parchment and a group of words appeared on it. "I can remember most of it, I studied it in school when I was growing up. But I didn't see relevance to teach it to my own students." I looked over his by levitating into the air but immediately dropped back down as I remembered where we were. He read the prophecy aloud.

Four of Hogwarts

Four of Jewels

Four of Strengths

Four not Fools.

Two of Z

Two of Heart

Two of Mind

Two of Part

One once Evil

But now is Not

One once Dark

But without his Lot

One is Kind

One is Past

One is Orphan

One is Last

Four will Defeat

Four with Count

Four will Dance

Four will Surmount

The Demon of all Evils

Dumbledore rolled up the parchment and it disappeared into his sleeve again.

"Even I can't decipher it," he told us with a shrug that I associated with a child's playful one. "It is as if it were meant for someone else to do it."

"The groups of four," I said to myself, "They are the four of us. But you weren't an orphan when they wrote this, Headmaster. Perhaps it has meaning that we do not know."

"Perhaps, Angel," he ran his long, spindly fingers through his white beard. Trunks and Tom returned a few moments later, looking quite dazed but proud as they put their robes into a couple of the extra Capsules Trunks had.
We found a surplus store and bought the rest of Trunks and Tom's supplies there. I found a book on Quidditch that would explain a few things to Harry that he didn't know. I knew Seeker was the position that required many things and the young boy needed all the help he could get.

"Explain to me what this 'Quidditch' is again, Angel," Trunks said as he stared skeptically at the book I handed to Harry.

"It's played on brooms, uses four balls, and has a very intricate game play," I told him as we headed to the Quidditch shop, "In some cases, people are severely injured or even killed. Of course, this is mostly when the Bludger hits them and they fell way too far to the ground. You know I'm not going to be hurt or killed by any balls these guys can hit." I winked at him. "The Weasleys may be the best two Beaters the Griffindor team has ever had, but nothing they hit is going to hurt me, even if I'm off guard."

"So, how did you get on the team, exactly?" Trunks asked skeptically. "As far as I know, they had a pretty good team before."
"Charlie Weasley, Ron's older brother, just left last year," I said as we entered the shop. "Harry got his place as Seeker on the team. I don't know exactly what happened to Angelina Johnson, but I got her place as a Chaser on the team."

"Angelina Johnson?" Dumbledore asked. "She had a nasty accident on her broomstick, practicing, right before school started up again. She's paralyzed from the waist down."
"Oh!" I gave a shout of surprise. "Someone either really wants things to go wrong in this dimension, or that was just a coincidence in the wrong place."

"Poor little Angelina," said a voice behind the counter. "Her mother is a friend of mine. I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear."
"Quite all right," Dumbledore said to the young woman behind the counter. "Well, we need two Nimbus Two Thousands for our two friends here." He placed a hand on my shoulder and on Harry's.

"Well, well," she said with awe on her face, "Are these two the replacements for the Griffindor team up at Hogwarts, Albus?"

"Yes, they are, Cindy," he said with only a flicker of pride on his face. "This is Harry Potter and Angel Galis."
"Harry Potter?!" she hissed under her breath as to not attract the attention of the rest of her customers. "Well, this is a pleasure, then." She flicked her way to the back of the shop and returned with two parcels, each remarkably the shape of a broomstick. Dumbledore gave them to us and I reached into my pocket to get some money out to pay for it.

"Don't worry about it, Angel, I'll pay for them," he told me with a smile. I blushed as I took my hand out of my pocket and looked quite embarrassed to the other faces around me. We walked back to Hogwarts with pride written all over our faces. To anyone who saw us it was evident that we were proud to be the first two first years to play Quidditch in over a century.

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Whoa...who knew that a wand could be so important? And why does Professor Dumbledore have the first jewel-wood wand instead of Harry? Why does Tom have one? And Trunks? And to top it all off, why do I have a jewel-wood wand? (Well, duh, I'm the main character...or one of them anyways.)

N-I like that idea...just one question: WHY DID YOU MAKE VOLDEMORT A GOOD GUY?

A-It's very important in the end. I've got all the way through fourth year all planned out and Tom is a very important character come third year. Which is why I want to get to third year as quick as possible.

N-Uh huh...is that why you're rushing second year so fast?

A- Neko, don't tell them anything about that yet!

N-Why not? Why can't I tell them that Shin and your sisters-

A-SHUT UP! Bye, guys, I gotta shut this cat up before she tells you what's gonna happen.

N-Well, ja, nekos.

A-Neko....I've got the razor!

N-AHH! *turns tail and runs in the opposite direction*