Well, this is the last chapter of first year...gotta get my butt rolling on second!

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Chapter 17: Aftermath

The weeks passed with a blur once again. Even though we had completely recovered from our small adventure, Madam Pomfrey had told us we couldn't compete in the last Quidditch match. Without Trunks, Tom, Harry, and me, we were literally steamrolled by Ravenclaw. Ron and Hermione had helped and replaced us, but the team just wasn't the same. The ending scores were 170 to 40, all four of the goals made by Ron, thank heaven. The team was very grateful to the both of them for their efforts, but it still wasn't enough.

Our finals rolled around and I was almost sure I had failed my Potions class. Defense of the Dark Arts classes had, of course, been completely canceled. I had finally been allowed to go places alone(Trunks had followed me everywhere, even the bathroom [he still waited outside, though] and it had almost become a problem, but we had solved it. "Trunks, stop following me around!!!")

Time seemed to stop as we went down to visit Hagrid one day, perhaps two weeks before the summer holidays. We would be receiving our test results the next day and then we would have the next few days to get ready to go home on the Hogwarts Express.

"It's all my fault, I told her!" Hagrid wailed aloud, throwing his huge arms around me. I was glad I was Saiyan, otherwise he would have surely killed me.

"Hagrid, it's not your fault," Trunks told him as he put me down finally. "Juu would have found out sooner or later."

"Yeah, Hagrid, forget it," Harry told his giant friend.

"Oh, that reminds me," Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling. "I got you four a present." I was curious myself why it was for all four of us when Hagrid pulled out the leather-bound photo album. "I sent owls off ter all yer parents' school friends for photos." Harry looked speechless, as was I. Hagrid had a picture of my mother? In this book?

Harry and I opened the huge album carefully, staring at all the moving, wizard photos with interest. I smiled as I saw James and Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and some of their family in the pictures. I stopped dead when I saw a picture of a young woman. She had blue eyes and reddish-brown hair I associated with Lily Potter.

"Th-That's her, isn't she?" I asked, pointing to her. She was smiling and waving softly up at us, standing beside a younger-looking Shin in a tuxedo. He had black hair. That's where I had gotten my hair, I realized.

"Yup, that's her," Hagrid smiled down at the picture. "Mary and Shin Galis, I wondered how I knew you when I saw yeh." I smiled up at Hagrid as we flipped through the album more. I saw more pictures of Lily and Mary together, one of them both in Ollivander's, in Diagon Alley in front of an ice cream parlor. I even saw Petunia in one of the pictures and giggled at how much different she was from my mother and Harry's.

"Thank you, Hagrid, so much," I smiled up at him. With a shock faster than I thought possible, I realized something. "Trunks!"

"What?!" Trunks said, looking around frightfully. "What is it, Angel? Dirken?"

"No, your hair!" I suddenly giggled. "We're gonna have to call one of the others to get them to change your hair. People in this world typically don't have purple hair."
"Lavender, Angel, you know that," Trunks reprimanded, running his hand through his hair self-consciously.
"We still gotta change it."

"Too late," Tom said, "Seems like somebody heard you." Trunks hair had changed to the black hair that Shin had in his younger photograph and I giggled at him.

"I think Shin wants us to look like him," I grinned at Trunks as he pulled some of his new hair around so he could see for himself.

"Maybe," Trunks shrugged. "Just as long as the new first years next year don't stare at me like everyone did this year."
"I doubt it right now...at least until I tell them my past," I smirked evilly and he groaned.

"How many more times are you gonna tell that thing?"
"Just once more, when we get back," I told him with a soft tone to my voice. "After all, how do you expect we're gonna get back? Dursley is barely gonna accept the fact that we are related to him, let alone that we are there to stay."

"I don't like the sound of this guy at all," Tom said with a moan.

"I didn't like him in the book and I sincerely doubt he'll like me in real life," I said. "Oh, well, it's only for three months."
"Three months of torture," said Harry.

"Got that right," I grinned. "But we've got the advantage now. We outnumber them four to three."

"I don't think it'll matter much," Harry muttered. "Anyway, we'd better get back up to the castle."
"Yeah," I said, closing the album. "Thanks so much, Hagrid, you are a true friend." I smiled at him softly.

I couldn't believe that two years ago, I didn't even have a single friend, let alone a true friend.

***

I woke the next morning early and got ready as quickly as I could, waking Trunks up and getting him to get dressed as well. I hurried him, half asleep, down to the Great Hall so we could eat breakfast. I was excited and nervous, as today they would give us our test results that would signal if we would be coming to school the next year.

Owls swooped in at awkward times to give a report card (I don't know how they grade in England, so I'm just going to use the American Scale [You know, A, B, C, D, and *shudder* F] to tell you what their grades were like) to one student or another.

Harry was the first to receive his grades. He surveyed the notes and gave a great heave of relief.

"'A's and 'B's," he said, holding it up so I could see, as well as Hermione and the others. He had 'A's across the board until you got down to Transfiguration and Potions.

"All right, Harry!" I cheered him and he beamed at his grades. Trunks received his owl a minute later, with approximately the same grades. Only the percentages were any different.

"Yeah, way to go!" Everyone shouted and he blushed, his hair still new to him. Several were staring at him again, some doing double-takes just to make sure this cute boy really was my formerly-purple-haired boyfriend.

As it ended up, Ron, Jupiter, and Tom all had the same as Harry and Trunks, only with the different percentages, of course. Of the five, Tom had the highest percentage in Potions and the lowest in Transfiguration.

Now all that was left was Hermione and I. We waited as we ate, both anxious to see our grades and our future on those little pieces of parchment. Hermione's fluffy brown hair shook a little as she scanned a new wave of owls for one that might say "Hermione Granger" or "Angel Galis" on its parchment.

A barn owl dropped two pieces of parchment on the table. We looked at each other inquiringly, for neither piece looked like the ones the boys and Jupiter had received. I picked up one of them and saw my name across the top. I read it silently.

Miss Angel Galis,

We wish to inform you that you have tied with Miss Hermione Granger for the perfect score on your final grades. Please report to Professor McGonagall immediately for further information and direction as soon as possible.

I read and reread the paper again and again, then compared it with Hermione's, where only the names were switched. Suddenly neither of us were very hungry as we made our way toward Professor McGonagall's office.

"This is really weird," I said with a nervous edge to my voice. "This did not happen in the book."
"Well, maybe they changed it," Hermione said. "Remember, things have changed now. We aren't all going to go the same direction we went in those books now, Angel." I realized she was right. I had gotten so used to relying on the books' texts that I had completely forgot that this was a different place and that both Dirken and I had changed things here, whether for better or for worse.

"You're right," I sighed as we reached the door. I knocked lightly on the glass that said "Professor Minerva McGonagall".

"Come on in, Galis, Granger," Professor McGonagall told us. I grit my teeth at the name. I hated the last name treatment.

"Professor, please, I prefer Angel," I told her as we walked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Angel, I was trying to perfect something before...never mind," our Transfiguration teacher looked positively flustered, as if we had caught her doing something horribly wrong.

"Are you all right, Professor?" Hermione asked her.

"Yes, yes," she answered. "I'm sorry, but what I was practicing is for you girls."
"Us, Professor?" I asked.
"Yes. Let me explain, I suppose you are both quite confused," We both nodded quickly. "Well, sometimes there are some children who actually do get perfect scores across the board on their tests. You two and one girl from Hufflepuff were the only ones to do so this year, so Professor Dumbledore decided to do something special for you three this year. Come along, Bones." I recognized the name fairly faintly, then remembered she was one of the Hufflepuffs mentioned that hadn't had much to do with the actual plotline in the books.

She was a very pretty girl with brown pigtails and green eyes.

"You three were the only ones who had perfect scores," Professor McGonagall repeated. "So we all decided together to do a very complicated spell that would allow all three of you to receive a single wish that would effect all three of you. I will leave you to decide what that wish will be, whether it be a skill or a object."

She left.

"Well, that was...interesting," I said. "To say the least."
"Indeed," Bones said.

"What's your first name?" I asked her.

"Susan." She seemed quite shy.

"I don't know what to wish for," Hermione said, "I have basically everything I'd ever want."

"I want a skill, for certain," I said softly, "What about you, Susan?"

"Yeah, a skill sounds good," she nodded in agreement.

"What do you think, Hermione, you've been reading up on different skills lately," I said to her.

"Well...what about an Animagus?" Hermione said slowly. I gasped in delight.

"That would be awesome! What about you, Susan, wouldn't you like so much to become an animal and not be noticeable?"

"Yeah, I'd love to!" Susan smiled broadly, "I've always wanted to be a cat."
"Me too!" I said.
"Me three!" Hermione put in, giggling.

"It's settled, then," I said with a grin. "We're going to be cat Animagi."

Minerva watched the three girls from her perch outside the classroom, in her own Animagus form, an orange tabby cat. She sighed as she looked in on them, then smiled, something very hard to do in her cat form.

They remind me of the last time there were so few perfect scores. Pettigrew and Grandler. The last time this happened, they were all in the Griffindor House too. Funny, Bones is in Hufflepuff. I wonder what effect this'll have on it.

She shook her head as she headed to Dumbledore so they could get this spell under way.

"Want to be friends with us, Susan?" I asked her kindly.
"That would be wonderful," She said shyly. "No one really wants to be a friend of mine."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Too shy, I guess," she shrugged with a small laugh.

"I can relate, I used to be the same way," I smirked a little. "But look what a few months with Trunks has done to me. That crazy boy needs to be on Ritalin or something." The other two giggled at my reference and I laughed as well.

Professor McGonagall returned with Albus moments later.

"Your wish?" he asked.

"We want to be cat Animagi," I said firmly. He didn't seem surprised and I wondered whether or not he had been listening to our previous conversation.

"Make the wish in unison," Albus told us, holding up his wand.

"We wish we were cat Animagi," we said with our voices harmonically combined. I felt a strange tingling spread throughout my body.

"It's over," Albus said with a smile. "You only need to believe you are a cat to transform." We decided to try it.

I felt a strange fixation come over me as I stared straight ahead. I began to fall, but I couldn't scream or prop myself up by my hands. However, I didn't need either as I stopped with my nose about a foot off the ground. I felt fur spreading all over my body and knew I was transforming. I looked around with new, golden eyes. I looked down at myself and found that I had pure white fur with a few sprigs of black on the very tip of my tail. I crossed my eyes and saw a little pink nose.

I looked to where Hermione had been and saw a black cat with brown eyes and a white face. She had the prettiest little black button nose. I looked where Susan had been and saw a gray cat with several black slashes across her back and a half pink, half black nose that made her look like my cat back at home, Precious. (I really do have a gray cat named Precious, and two others named Diesel Kit and Thunder Kat. [Get the pun? Diesel Thunder and Kit Kat?] and they all hate me)

"You might want to change back, you three," Albus said, smiling. "We won't tell anyone about this, all right? Just leave this as a secret of your own."

"Don't tell me this is how Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs got their Animagi powers," I said, incredulous.

"No, they learned on their own," Albus said, a look of resentment on his face. But I could tell I'd hit the nail on the head.

"Don't lie to me, Professor, I can see right through it."

"It is how Wormtail got his, yes. That was the only way. That's why it took till fifth year for him to transform into what he was," I was startled. Peter Pettigrew had used the same technique I had just been given to become an Animagus. He had become a rat. (For those of you who haven't read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, you won't really understand this until third year, okay? I won't let out the secret until then, because I don't want to spoil reads.)

"Well, that's news for me. But I don't want Harry finding out about Padfoot or Prongs until the appointed time. If it has not arrived by the time it was supposed to, I will tell him."
"You mean he finds out?"
"Indeed, Professor," I grinned at them both. "There isn't much you can keep from Harry that he and his friends," I looked pointedly at Hermione, "can't figure out. He'll find out soon enough about his framed godfather."
"Framed? Godfather?" Hermione questioned. I widened my eyes substantially.

"Not a word to Harry, Hermione, please, it could seriously jeopardize a lot of lives." I told her urgently.

"My lips are zipped," she said seriously and made a gesture that said she meant it sincerely.

"Well, you must get back to the others before they start worrying," Professor Dumbledore told us with a smile. "Here are your report cards, perfect, as told so." We accepted the pieces of parchment and headed back to the others.

We told them nothing about our wish. We said that they had merely congratulated us of our perfect scores and our befriending of Susan Bones, the Hufflepuff.

***

The last two weeks flew by faster than I would have liked. In that time, Susan and the rest of us became very good friends. The end-of the year feast was spectacular. Albus had given us points for getting past all the different things to get to the Stone, which gave Griffindor the lead by 27 points.

I had just finished packing my trunk and then placing it inside a Capsule that I had gotten from Shin for Christmas. There was a great deal of irony in this, I thought. But I kept my thoughts to myself as I headed for the front lawn, where we would be riding the boats down to the train for the return trip to London. I thought it extremely ironic that I was now Harry's cousin and I had been orphaned, along with Trunks and Tom, and that I was going to the Dursleys under authoritive demand.

The return trip was much more silent than the going trip. I didn't have a huge, long story to tell, I didn't have my triplet sisters to contend with. Of course, I did have Trunks this time. I leaned against his chest as he stroked my hair lightly. The others were talking, of course, but I kept mostly to myself the whole trip.

"Angel?" I heard Harry ask me gently.

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Why did you come here? I mean, I know you came to save the dimensions and everything, but why did you come, in particular?"

"I was the only one who knew what to do, basically," I said as I sat up. Jupiter looked at us all, as well as Susan and Hermione. "I'm glad to be here, really. It's just that things in my dimension weren't always easy. I miss my little brother, Tiger, a lot."

"What was Tiger like?" Jupiter asked.

"He was the ideal little brother," I said with a smile. "The kind you fought with verbally but never physically, but you could always count on him. That is, until about...four years ago, now."

"What happened four years ago?" Susan asked.

"Dirken," Trunks and I said in unison.

"Oh."

"He ruined my life," I told them, leaning back into Trunks' lap again. "Him, and Babadi and Bibidi, and probably Dabura in some unknown way. I don't know exactly what Dabura's mission was, but I hope it doesn't have anything to do with his brother or Babadi."
"Hey, Angel, you never exactly told me what Dabura did in the show," Trunks said, looking thoughtful.

"He was under Babadi's spell...his basic use was to kill Shin's angel helping him, Kibito, and then get eaten first by Buu as a cookie," I smirked in amusement at this. "I always thought it was completely ironic that the most powerful being the Z fighters ever faced was a stupid pink marshmallow with the intellect of a two-year-old." Trunks rolled his still-blue eyes at me from above. I felt the train begin to slow down and sat up.

I glanced around at everyone. They were all wearing jeans and T-shirts (Harry's were way too big for him), which were all normal Muggle clothes. I smiled a little as I realized that this would be the last time I'd see Ron, Hermione, Jupiter, and Susan all summer long.

"Well...I guess we'll see you guys next year, right?" I asked as I picked up Penny. "Um...Hermione, do you think you could do me the favor of taking Penny home with you? Those Dursleys won't let me let her out, I know they won't. They wouldn't let Harry let Hedwig out in the book, and I doubt they will now, either."

"Sure, I'll take care of her for you."
"Ron, could you take Hedwig for me?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, no problem," Ron said with a grin, "I'll send her with letters to you as often as I can, all right?"

"And I'll do the same with Penny," Hermione told me.
"Then it's settled," Trunks exclaimed. The train pulled to a stop and we all piled out, carrying our luggage in our pockets (complements of Shin's Christmas presents). I saw Mrs. Weasley and walked over to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," I said softly, as she was not paying attention to anyone but her daughter, who was being a bit of a pest.
"Angel!" she cried upon seeing me. "Oh, dear, I am so sorry about your father and sisters, are you quite all right?" Her eyes flickered to my new scar, but then remained in my eyes.
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a smile. "As long as I've got my Trunks, I'll be fine. Shin, Pan, and Chee were rejoined with their original copies back in our dimension, so they aren't, in all matter of speaking, dead. I hope to see you again at the beginning of next year, but I don't want to keep my uncle waiting. You know how those Muggles are." I gave her a wink and a wave and left with Trunks, Tom, and Harry (who had stopped to thank her for the Christmas presents) in tow.

"Well, Harry, it's all up to you, now, I don't know exactly how Uncle Dursley looks like," I said, peering into the crowds for a beefy man of a short stature.

"Right here, girl," said a rather large looking man. I looked up at him and gave a feeble laugh. He merely looked at me strangely and told us to come along. I saw Dudley, the fat oaf, staring at us as though we were a basilisk, and Aunt Petunia staring at us in shaking fear.

"Good afternoon," I said politely and Aunt Petunia gave a little shriek of fright. I cocked my head at her, then shrugged, taking Trunks by the hand and leading him after Uncle Vernon.

"I see you left your things," Vernon grunted at us horribly.

"No, sir," Trunks said respectfully.

"We have them still, sir," I said.

"Where are they, then?" Vernon asked, looking startled.

"Our magic secret," I said with a giggle. Vernon's face puffed like a ripe tomato and Petunia and Dudley looked like they would wet themselves. "Jeez, it was a joke, peeps, loosen up. Godilee."

"We will not 'loosen up' because we are normal human beings!" Vernon roared as we crammed into his car.

"I'm from America, so there are some things I don't really understand," I told him seriously, "And no, I can say right now I am no normal human being. Neither is Trunks."
"What do you mean by that?!" Vernon shouted as we sped along toward his house.

"My secret," I told him playfully. Ooh, this was getting fun and funny!

"We don't keep secrets," Vernon told me sternly.

"Then how come you don't want no one to find out about Mary and Lily?" I asked slyly.

"Because they were abnormal!"

"So are we."
"HOW are you abnormal besides the fact that you're a witch?!"

"My secret. At least until the people beside us on the road can't hear." I guess that's when he discovered that people, normal people, as he would call them, were around him, as he shut his mouth and simply seethed in silence.

"In...side...." He growled in a low tone of voice.

"Sure, uncle," I smiled brightly and went inside, followed by a much-more-wary Harry, Trunks, and Tom.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" Vernon asked as soon as we were inside the room.
"A Saiyan," I answered calmly, "And Trunks is half-Saiyan."
"How can that be?" Dudley asked stupidly. "You're siblings."
"No, we're not," I said with a smile. "Trunks is my adopted brother. He's my boyfriend. And Tom is my brother."
"I still don't get it." Petunia said shakily.

"Let's make it...somewhat more clear without having to go through that stupid story again," I told them. I took my tail out from under my shirt tail and flicked it behind me.

"AHH!!!" Petunia yelled.

"AH!" Dudley agreed.

"What are you!?" Vernon shouted.
"A Saiyan. An angel. Whatever you wanna call it." I shrugged.

The entire room gaped at me.

I couldn't wait to get to my second year at Hogwarts.

***

Neither can I! Hee hee, I love messing with peoples' heads, it is SOO much fun!

N-You like to mess with Neko's head too, Angel.

A-You're a person too, Neko.

N-Really? I thought I was a cat.

A-You are. But you're a person too.

N-I'm confused. And before I get anymore, I think I'd better say bye. Ja, nekos.

A-You bet you're confused. You still can't figure out that the reader(s) is/are people, not cats.

N-Huh? Now I'm really confused.

A-*sigh* I'm going to explain what I mean to Neko, I'll see you guys later. Ja ne.