In light of the completion of this story and David's science fair project success, we will be uploading two chapters today. David is now ten years old, as of the ninth of April. I will be seventeen as of the twenty-ninth.

Plus....DAVID GOT SECOND OF SHOW IN HIS THIRD GRADE SCIENCE FAIR!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABY! David is ecstatic right now, and it's a good thing, too.

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Chapter 12: The Others Know

"Just like that?" I repeated in shock. "The wand just flew in the air and-"
"Yes, David, don't make me repeat myself again," Angel sighed. She flexed her hand again, testing the new bones she had just finished getting regrown. "Dumbledore said that only dark magic could control a wand long-distance like that."

"Can you imagine what would have happened if Malfoy hadn't intervened?" Hermione shivered.

"I know what would have happened," Angel whispered darkly. "I don't know what to think anymore, guys. This...wasn't supposed to happen. This isn't normal."
"Angel, normal is far from being part of any of our lives now," I smiled at her. "We just have to deal with it."

She smiled up at me. "You sure have grown, Dee." Angel continued talking, and I later found out that she had been telling the others how and why we had gotten here, to the Harry Potter world. I still don't know what possessed her to do it just then.

I don't know why or how, but that simple acknowledgement from my sister filled me with a pride I'd never known before. She had always been an interesting person, because she never told anyone who she was.

It was now, seeing her regain her feet after hours of agony, that I realized something else about her. She had never known who she was.

I knew who she was, of course. She was my sister, seven years...no, seven minutes older than me. Angel was incredibly smart, but she wasn't very wise. She always told me there was a difference between intelligence and wisdom.

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"Baby, I want you to always remember something," Angel said, her chubby but powerful arms holding me tight so I wouldn't escape. She was a very forceful person.
"What, sissy?"

"I want you to remember the difference between intelligence and wisdom, and the difference between happiness and joy. Intelligence is knowledge of things, facts and opinions of others. Wisdom is the ability and the courage to use that intelligence for the betterment of others.

"Happiness is the joy of the moment. Joy is eternal happiness, the satisfaction of knowing you have everything you could ever have wanted."
"What do you want, sissy?"

"I don't know, babe," she smiled sadly. "I really don't know."

"You're smart, sissy."
"Maybe, babe. Maybe."

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I still remember that conversation, even to this day. Now I realize what she meant, and why her smile had been so sad. She doesn't know who she is.

"Now that we know someone's after Angel, what do we do?" Ron asked, looking terribly confused.
"We wait," Harry stated simply.

"Wait?!" Ron shouted incredulously. "Wait?! For all we know, the person could be after all of us, and you just want to wait?!"

"Yes," I answered. "If they want us, they'll have to come and get us. Until then, we learn all we can to help us fight."

"That's something to do," Hermione said. "We can learn some spells and charms that can help us fight."

Ron, Harry, and I let out a moan.

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Our first flying lesson was today. It was the third Thursday into the term, and we were all hard at work. Hermione and Angel researched things for us to try and tried it themselves. If they couldn't do it, they went to Remus, who had turned out to be a good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

It was on this day that the Slytherins and the Griffindors would be flying their brooms. Ironically enough, Neville had spilled some kind of potion on himself, courtesy of Snape, and so would not be at the first lesson.

"Good morning, class," said Madam Hooch as she stepped onto the green field, where lay several battered old broomsticks all in a neat row.

"Good morning, Madam Hooch," we intoned to her.

We stepped up to the "right side of our brooms" and placed our hands over them. She told us all to say "Up!".

Among the first to hold the brooms were myself and Harry. Angel and Hermione both continuously shouted "UP!" at their brooms. Angel was flushing a very deep shade of red when she realized she had been holding her hand over her right side. Which was, needless to say, the wrong side of herself.

When she placed her hand over the correct side of herself, the broom immediately leapt into her hand.

"Mount your brooms, and be sure to keep a firm grip. Wouldn't want you sliding off the ends," Madam Hooch told us, holding her whistle to her lips. "When I blow, rise off the ground a few feet, then lean forward a bit to land again." She blew her whistle and I kicked off the ground gently.

Tirui, Hermione, Malfoy, and several of the Slytherins nearly fell off their brooms, and two of the Slytherins did fall off. Angel, myself, Harry, Ron, and Seamus managed to keep ourselves steady in the air. After a second attempt, Hermione, though blushing, did manage to stay in the air, though very wobbly.

Angel had been anticipating this moment the entire time, so she had been secretly practicing with a Shooting Star that Fred and George had managed to snitch from the school shed. I must say, she looked as though she'd been on a broom her whole life. Of course, she also looked very much the natural when she'd been practicing.

I guess being a fantasy lover all her life had prepared her for it. I can easily say that beside me, she looked like a real angel on that broom, as graceful and poised as can be. Madam Hooch smiled at her and nodded her approval. Harry also got Hooch's approving gaze and smile. I did not.

At dinner that night, we talked animatedly about the lesson, which had continued into riding a small relay race. Our team of four (myself, Harry, Ron, and Angel) had easily won over any of the other teams, even Malfoy and Hermione's. It was no wonder about that victory, though, because the other two players had been Crabbe and Goyle, easily the two heaviest boys out there.

"Hey, Angel, we've got a bone to pick with you," Fred and George arrived and sat down across from her.
"Yes?" she said, looking quite surprised.

"Whatever happened to that detention you got from Snape?" George asked.

"You remember, the one you got for brilliantly covering him in flapjack stuffs?" Fred added, sniggering under his breath.

"That's a fair question," I said, turning to stare at Angel. "How did you get out of it? And Malfoy and Tirui?"

"We didn't," Angel answered, nonchalantly cutting up her sausages.

"What? How did you..."
"Snape made us clean the Great Hall. I don't know where the man got Pine Sol, though," she smirked to herself. "Tirui, however, was made to clean up the kitchens. He had it easy, the house elves helped him a lot."

"Oh, that's why the Hall was so clean," Hermione smiled at her. "Why didn't you tell us, Angel?"

"I didn't want you to worry, especially not David," she looked at me, smiling. "After all, he wouldn't want to know about me being all alone with Draco for so long."
"What?!?" I snapped. "You were alone with Malfoy for that long?!"

"See? Knew he'd blow his top."
"I have every right to! What happened?!"

"Nothing. I started over there, and he started here and we met in the middle, and the room was clean in an hour, nothing more. He is a very diligent worker, I must say."

"That's it? You're sure?" I asked.

"Yes, brother, yes, I'm sure. My goodness, you'd think you were my father," she giggled lightly. "An assumption you made not too long ago."

I blushed and let the matter go. After all, we were even now. Oh, well.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Galis, if the two of you are finished, I'd like to speak with you a moment," Professor McGonagall said as she passed by our table. "Meet me in the entrance to the kitchens."
"Yes, ma'am," Angel chirped, though she sounded very confused. Harry simply stared after her, also bewildered.

"I wonder what all that's about?" Ron stared after them.

"I don't know," I murmured under my breath, watching my sister and Harry leave for the door, both exchanging looks of thorough perplexity.

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Just to let you know, I did actually pull the "Flash Back" scene on him. He said he wanted to throw it into the story. Dunno why. He's so protective, too! Gosh, look at his reaction to me being alone with Malfoy! Felonies!