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Chapter 16: All Over Again

The person I saw had been kissing Dirken on the cheek. He had been looking quite flustered with the gesture, but it became worse once Harry and I had stepped through the door. It was obvious immediately that this lady had joined Dirken as a part of his plan rather than be a hostess for him.

I just never expected Juu to be like that.

"It was always the Dark Arts teacher, wasn't it, Dirken," I said, my face contorted in a grimace of disgust.

"Memory was always your better trait, little Angel," Dirken growled in his all too low voice. I growled at him.

"I have a lot more better traits than just my memory, Dirken," I told him, a scowl on my face. "Tell me, was your powers weakened by your jump or did the information bog you down?"

"A combination of sorts," he said with a wave of his hand. He was beside me before I could even think of moving again. "But I am nearly at full power again, my little one." His hand was on my shoulder firmly before I could utter a single word.

"Leave me alone, you monster!" I shouted and threw him off angrily. "I've already changed Voldemort, he won't be your partner in your stupid battle anymore."
"Oh, I've already gotten another Voldemort before any of this happened," Dirken said, smirking as he stroked my cheek with his clawed finger, drawing a little blood. "You'll still have to fight him when the time has come. I only came to get the Stone so I could have you for a much longer time after this is over." I tore my shoulder from his grasp and swung my fist into his stomach, producing a satisfying grunt of pain.

"I am not yours, you demon, and I never will be, now will you just leave this place alone!?!" he seemed to laugh at this far more than anything I'd said previously.

"All right," he said, surprising me beyond belief. "I'll leave this place alone. Instead, I will leave my servant here to take care of things." He gestured to Juu, who seemed only too pleased to help her master.

"Hello again, brat," she said with a grin that seemed more evil than anything. "The thought that I helped Voldemort kill your mother, what a shame he was reborn. I'm glad that Master Dirken showed up. We've someone else to claim our loyalty to now."
"I'll leave you to it, Juu," he smirked. "Waste them both, Angel will only merely return to her main body back in our dimension. And we won't have to deal with him now either." He gestured to Harry, who was seething over their references to death as mere trifles.

"Yes, Master," Juu said and bowed to Dirken. She turned back to me. "You know, I've got the spirit of both my masters in me now. Master Voldemort and Master Dirken both gave me their powers and DNA strands, so I am a part of all of them."
"And you think that's a good thing?!" Harry shouted at her. "You and that fiend are the kind of people that give magic people their bad name!"
"Oh, are we bad, wittle boy?" She asked, placing her hands on her knees and bending her knees as though she were kneeling to speak with a young child. She suddenly straightened and put her wand in front of her. She whispered a spell I didn't hear and Harry was suddenly tied to the ground by tight ropes.

"Can't do that to me, I'd break them in a-" I was smirking while I said this, but not when the ropes came up and tied me to the floor as well. And I was staying there.

"Saiyan strength ropes," she smiled sweetly at me. "Master Dirken was kind enough to tell me how to make them strong enough." She turned to the Mirror of Erised and I smirked in relief. She'd never guess how to get the Stone at all, she never would. "How on Earth does this mirror work?" She looked at it inquiringly.

"Oh, don't you know?" I asked sweetly. "You only see what you want, you can't get what you want from looking at it." She rounded on me, snarling angrily.

"If you're so clever, you look at it!" The ropes were released from me and I smirked and shook my head at her.

"You know, I always knew evil people were stupid, but I never thought you would be so, Professor," I told her mockingly as she realized her mistake. She shrieked and rushed at me, her fingers holding my arms at my sides as she reached into her pocket with a snake-like tongue she had obviously gotten from Dirken to retrieve her wand.

However, she never made it. While I had been freed, Harry, unintentionally by Juu, had also been freed. He slinked up behind her, a fist raised in the air. I pointed to a particular point on my neck with my eyes and he nodded, understanding. He hit her with his hand in a knife-like position and she crumpled to the ground.

"Well done, Harry!" I congratulated him. His face suddenly contorted in horror and I felt clawed hands around my waist. I stiffened against Dirken's hold.
"Let...me...go..." I said with a seething tone in my voice.

"I think not," Dirken growled. "Get me that Stone, Angel." He maneuvered me to the mirror. I made myself want to use the Stone for the Elixir and was glad that I merely saw myself giving the Stone to Dumbledore instead of it being dropped into my pocket. When Dirken's hand accidentally brushed my wrist, however, he got a very nasty shock.
"AH!" he growled and released me, almost breaking the mirror in the process. I turned back to see his hand crackling and turning into dust. He growled at me fiercely. "This isn't the last time you'll see me or Juu. I'll be back, you'll see!" He looked from Harry to me, then suddenly smiled. "I'll see you sooner than expected, Angel." He raised his wand in his hand and I was suddenly fearful for my life. "Avada Kedavra!"

I saw the green light shone brightly and I felt myself getting washed away in its light. I felt a trickle of blood run down my cheek. Dirken released the light and I sat up, amazed to be alive at all. I saw Harry in front of me, his hand clutched onto his wand, blacked out.

Dirken suddenly was gone and I felt a wave of relief wash through me. I released the urge to use the Stone. I looked back at the mirror and smiled one last time to see the Stone drop into my pocket as I fainted from exhaustion.

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I groaned as my eyes slowly began to open once more. I looked around the room and saw no one, at least no one conscious. I saw Harry on the bed beside mine and smiled weakly at him. He had done it, not me. He may not have gotten the Stone, but he had saved my life and his own. I heard a rustling sound that signaled someone was about to enter the room and laid down once again, breathing deeply as to fool whoever it was into thinking I was still unconscious.

I heard whoever it was come into the room and stop at Harry's bed. There was no sound, not even the rustling of a hem, for a few moments before movement began once again. I heard laughing then and my heart began to beat quickly in anticipation.
"You can stop pretending now," I heard Albus' voice tell me quietly. I smirked and opened my eyes, sitting up in the bed.

"You know me too well, Professor," I grinned up at the silver-haired man. He smiled with me for a few moments before his lips dropped into a serious expression. "Headmaster, what is it?" He sighed as he looked down at me.

"I'm afraid I am the bearer of bad news," He said, taking a seat in the chair adjacent my bed. "Your opponent has brought a 'replacement', if you will, for Voldemort."
"You mean he's completely replaced him?" I asked softly. "How?"

"He brought one from another dimension and just replaced him at his supposed place," Albus shrugged. "I suspect that after this episode, if you will, he fell from power yet again?"
"Yes," I told him.

"That is what he is," Albus told me. I sighed and put my head in my hands. "But that isn't all, I'm afraid." I looked up again, not really sure what could possibly be worse. "Before he left this dimension, Dirken killed...two people." I growled and clenched my teeth. "A Muggle parent, single. A father who had four children who come to this school. And one little girl."

"Who was it?" I asked. I thought seriously. Who in this school had more than two children, besides the Weasleys? Then, slowly, it dawned on me. But it couldn't possibly...it couldn't be true? "Sh-Shin?"

"I'm afraid so, Angel," Albus told me sadly. I blinked. Again. Again. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be true. Was it? Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, would not lie. He wouldn't. Yes, I realized. Shin, my father in this dimension, was dead. That made Pan, Chee, Tom, and I orphans. Trunks as well, as he had no parents in this dimension. He was considered our adopted brother.

"What'll we do, Professor?" I whispered under my breath hoarsely. I held back the tears as best I could. Even though I knew Shin would merely return to his original body, it was still sorrowful that my father was dead.

"I-I'm afraid I've no choice," Albus sighed heavily.

"No choice?" I questioned. "No choice in what?"

"I'm afraid I have to leave you with your only remaining relatives. Mr. Dursley has already been informed, however, your...unique history and talents have not been revealed to him. He merely knows that you were under your father's protection and that your mother was Petunia's sister."

I groaned loudly as I looked over at Harry. This was too much. Trunks, Tom, Pan, Chee, and I had to go to the Dursleys. How much worse could this thing get?

"But wait," I said, "Who was the little girl?"

"Actually, two little girls, I forget that they are not one person," Albus said, avoiding my gaze. I knew precisely who they were even before he said it. "Pan and Chee Galis." I moaned in agony at my loss. How could this have happened? How? Why did this have to happen to me? Now I only had my boyfriend and brother, who used to be the very person we have to fight in two years, if not the next. (Isn't this just peachy???)

"Great," I said sarcastically as tears fell down my cheeks. "What's next, Trunks and Tom were killed?"

"Fortunately, Dirken felt no need to kill either Trunks or Tom," Albus said. "And we can both rest assured that he has reason to kill Harry as well now." He looked over at the still-sleeping boy.
"Thank you, Professor," I said softly, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Thank you. For being so bold and brave to tell me outright rather than let me find out later."
"You're very welcome," Albus said with a small smile. He suddenly frowned. His hand raised lightly and touched my forehead, where I had felt the trickle of blood before. "Did he try to kill you, Angel?"

"Yeah, he did, but how did you-" I stopped suddenly. My voice came back, shrill. "He gave me a scar, didn't he?!"

"Yes," Albus answered with a wry smile. "You two are more alike than you think. Why don't you go on to sleep, you need the rest." I nodded.

"Thank you," I sighed as I sank back into my covers and fell fast asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.

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My second awakening was not by choice. Harry had woken up as well and was trying to get me up. I sat up in the bed and told him all that Albus had told me. We were both surprised to see that we had been visited by many, as there was now several boxes of candy and several cards all piled on top of our table that was between our bed and on the floor.

"You'll be coming home with me after school lets out, then," Harry said as we conversed again.
"Yeah, I suppose so," I grinned. "I really can't believe we were cousins all along! And we found out from Shin only too soon." I bit my lower lip bitterly and looked away. Harry noticed this (DUH!) and got out of his bed to sit next to me.

"I wish my brother was here," I said through my tears. "Tiger would know what to do. He would know whether we should wait for things or whether we should stand up." Harry put his arms around my shoulder in a friendly half-hug and I tensed slightly.

"You don't have to be afraid," Harry told me. "We're friends. And cousins, now. At least Dudley will think twice before messing with us now. We'll outnumber him and his friends."
"Yeah, that fat brat needs to learn some manners," I grinned as I punched my hand into my left palm. "And I'm just the Saiyan to do it." Harry laughed and remained grinning.

"And don't forget, Tom and Trunks will be there too," Harry said.

"Yeah...I'm glad I did that for Tom," I smiled as I thought of the black-haired boy. "And I'm glad Juu helped turn Trunks magic before she became completely evil."

"How did Trunks become magic, anyway?" Harry asked me inquiringly.

"It's a cosmic secret," I told him, grinning. That's when I remembered Jupiter. "I wonder what's gonna happen to Jupiter. I mean, her mother's evil now, so what's gonna happen to her?"

"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "But let's hope she didn't know all about what her mom was planning."
"I didn't," said the voice of Princess Jupiter as she stepped into the room, followed by Madam Pomfrey, Trunks, Tom, Ron, Hermione, and Albus.

"I really think they should have more rest before you start interrogating them, Professor Dumbledore, really," Madam Pomfrey was saying as they entered the room.
"It appears they had other plans," Albus said, gesturing to us. He saw that we were longing to talk and turned around. "Come along, let's leave this to friends." He winked at me as he led a quite baffled Madam Pomfrey out of the room. Trunks broke into a run and threw his arms around me.

"Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me, Angel?!" Trunks yelled at me, all the while hugging me so tightly I couldn't breath. "I can't believe it, he tried to kill you!"
"Trunks....air....can't....breath..." I managed to grunt and he got the message. I rubbed my sore ribcage as the others greeted Harry and I in a much gentler fashion.

"Angel, I can't believe what my mother did, I'm so sorry, really I am!" Jupiter said as she hugged me in a friendly manner.

"Jupiter, it's all right, really!" I smiled grimly. "I'm sorta used to people doing that." The room stopped dead. Oops. I hadn't even told Trunks about this aspect of my previous life.

"What do you mean, you're 'sorta used to people doing that'?" Trunks asked, sounding stern. I looked up at him and then from each of my friends' faces, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

"Betrayal was a very prominent issue in my world," I said hoarsely, as though Trevor the toad was caught in my throat. "Too many friends...too many broken promises. I don't wanna talk about it." I looked to the side, suddenly finding interest in a small stain on the floor. Trunks sat down beside me, blocking my view of the stain.

"Angel, you really need to put the past behind you," he said while taking my hand in both of his.

"You don't easily forget such," I said, glowering darkly at another spot on the floor. Trunks brought his hand to my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes.

"Forget it." He ordered. "Everything will be all right, okay?" Even though I knew he was wrong and that everything would not be all right, I couldn't help but believe his words. I sighed and nodded, trying to force the past from my head.

"I still can't believe it," Ron whispered hoarsely. "They're dead. Your sisters. Your dad. Just like that." I looked up at him.

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "I know they're just going back to their original bodies, but it is still so confusing, you know? Like, they're gone. And they aren't coming back to this dimension ever again." A sudden thought hit me. "How did they die, exactly? Does anyone know?"

Trunks put his arm around my shoulder then. I wasn't confused about it, just wanting to know whether my sisters and father had died quickly or had they suffered.

"He used a curse," Trunks looked away. "Dumbledore said it was the same one that backfired when Voldemort attacked Harry years ago."
"Avada Kedavra." I whispered. "It was a quick death, then." Several of the others (only those who knew what I was talking about) had widened their eyes quickly. "He tried it on me as well, and look what happened." I pointed to my forehead, where the new scar was forming. It was shaped like a lightning bolt, just like Harry's.

"But that's Dark magic!" Ron hissed, staring at me.

"Think about it, Ron," I reasoned. "Dirken learned all his tricks from Voldemort and some books he got from Babadi. At least it was a quick death, he didn't make them suffer." Harry crossed his eyes trying to see the scar on his forehead, to no avail. "Yeah, Harry. Avada Kedavra gave you that scar and mine as well, now. That was all the green light we saw down there. I think that green is an evil color around here, because everything that stands for something bad is green. Like Slytherin and the light from that curse."
"Yeah, probably," Trunks said, still studying my scar with interest.

"But green also stands for life, as does blue," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "I guess that's why aqua is my favorite color, aside from my tail's tip." I waved my white tail and brushed my fingers through the aqua tip thoughtfully. "Well, we've still got more classes. I wonder if Madam Pomfrey and Albus will let Harry and I go to our classes."

"We talked to them about that," Hermione told me. "They said if you guys feel up to it, it's okay."
"Well, I feel fine now," I said, standing up.

"Uh-uh, no way, Angel," Trunks said, forcing me back to the bed. "You are going to rest for at least another day before you start getting psyched for the finals." I crossed my arms stubbornly but nodded anyway.

"Then Harry's got to stay here too," I said through my clenched teeth.

"I was going to stay here anyway," Harry told me, waving his hands slightly. "One question, Angel. Do you know who sent us the Invisibility Cloaks?"

"Professor Dumbledore sent them," I said with a smile. "I still can't believe my mother was your mother's sister, even though I never met my mother in this dimension."
"I also can't believe that you're an orphan like me now," Harry said bitterly.

"Hey, don't worry about that," I told him with a smile. "We'll be a great team. Dudley won't know what hit him, and neither will Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon."

"You've had half an hour now, these two need their rest!" Madam Pomfrey said, rushing inside. "Out!"

"Better listen, Trunks," I told him with a twinkle in my eyes. The minute the others had turned their backs on us, he bent down slightly and kissed me.

"I will always listen," he told me and straightened. "I'll see you tomorrow. Hai?" I giggled as I recalled the word.

"Hai, my Trunks," I told him with a sweet smile as Madam Pomfrey ushered him out of the room, scolding him for staying so much longer than what had been necessary.

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Aw...isn't that sweet?