I know your all blinking like...Whoa...what just happened here? But stick with me, this is the conclusion of Winds of Aeolus, Part I in this story. I dunno how many parts there'll be, but we still haven't reached the ultimate plot of this full story. Hey, it's all good!

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Chapter 18: Conclusion. Or is it?

The train whistle blew loudly, signaling the time to leave. Angel, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were already on board, so we weren't among those racing to clamber aboard the Hogwarts Express, bound for King's Cross for Christmas holidays.

All was silent inside the compartment. We were all brooding over our sudden realization. David and I would never get to go home, ever. We'd have to live here. But our real parents were in the other dimension, and we couldn't continue burdening the Weasleys and Grangers, nor could we stay at Hogwarts.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked my sister with a sigh.

"I dunno, babe. It's outta my hands right now," she also sighed and leaned back against the seat. "We'll wait until toward May, when things get a little more settled."

"Okay, but early May," I said. "We can't procrastinate on something like this."
"Whoa, baby learned a new word," Angel smiled weakly and clapped her hands softly. "I don't believe it."
"Come on, Angel, snap out of this!" I shouted finally. "Feeling sorry for yourself isn't gonna get you no where!"

"I know," she sighed and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just can't help thinking about it. We're never gonna get home, babe. We're never gonna get to see Mom in her wheelchair, never see her tell another joke, never get birthday present from her. We are never gonna see Dad again, never roll our eyes at him telling us that what we watch is dumb, yet he secretly watches it with us anyway. We're never gonna see Matthew again--as if that's a problem."

"The point is, we're not going to get back just moping around. We may just be able to make it for ourselves here and now," I took her by the shoulders. "Forget it. We have no idea how we're going back, if or when, so just forget that and look forward. You've always wanted to be here, in another dimension, and now you've got your wish."
"Yeah," she smiled. "I know, baby. It's just...just that we aren't sure of anything. We've got seven years before either of us can have full custody of ourselves, on our own, and we really don't have a set place to stay."
"I don't think that will be a major problem," Hermione smiled sadly. "You're always welcome at our house, you know."
"And I'm sure my mum and dad won't mind, either," Ron said.

"I may not be able to guarantee a place to stay," Harry smiled. "But you're surrounded by friends who know what's going on. And believe me, you'll never be alone again."

Angel smiled and a small tear crept down her cheek. She wiped it away and sighed.
"You know, we aren't even really sure that we destroyed Aeolus," she said. "And he had lot's of connections. People might be mad at us."
"Stop being so pessimistic!" I clubbed her on the head. "If he's still alive, we'll clobber him again and again and again till he's nothin' but a pile of dung. And that is a promise."

So we laughed along the road toward the Weasley home.

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A system was made between the Weasleys and the Grangers, both of whom understood immediately the perils the Galis children faced. The authors don't know whether or not Aeolus lived. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he had another son who attacked the very next year.

Who knows?

The holes are deep, and the galaxies within extraordinary. The Winds of Aeolus may lead you down a war-beaten path, but Aeolus, the creature who brings this upon you, will always make one fatal mistake; he leaves room for you to make friends.

Those friends are your Angels, your guardian Angels. They throw stones at Goliath and defeat him with his own sword, displaying his head for all to see the truth. The Winds of Angels counter the Winds of Aeolus, forever and a day. Your friends are by your side, through thick and through thin. Closest of all is your best friend, your brother or your sister, whether you've adopted them as such or they're your blood, like David and Angel.

For all the Angels and Davids who live in this world, we bid you a good morning, for every moment is a morning for which to rise up and walk in. So good morning, everyone, and hope forever for the Winds of Aeolus never to blow down your path.

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The End! Well, what did you think? Are we good or what?! Come back later for an all-new adventure, coming to Angel Sari Neko Jeminie Productions this May! Or sooner, if I have any say in it. I've still gotta work out a few kinks to work out.