Hey, everyone! I decided to go ahead and update a little. How is everyone enjoying the story so far? It may follow some of J.K. Rowling and CLAMP's work for a while. But I've got some pretty original ideas, I might add. Like the Bermuda Triangle, for example.

            Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Cardcaptor Sakura.

            Quote of the Update: "I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for." –Harry Potter, The Sorcerer's Stone.

Jaded Angels and Silken Blossoms

Chapter 2: Packing and Playstations

***

The week progressed without a hitch. David and I showed Draco all the things that he was deprived of. I showed him the Internet, and showed him the "web page" I had found the information about Clow Reed on. Actually, it must be a pretty popular topic. I found a website on it easily and showed him it, pointing out stuff I'd learned "before", which I was actually learning for the first time.

Unlike my first impressions of Draco, David actually got along pretty well with him. Maybe it's a blond thing? Anyway, Draco seemed a lot nicer now that we were both older. Maybe he'd just grown up?

That last night was the best and worst of my life. Mom made a feast of spaghetti and meatballs, my favorite dish. She even let me help. I love parsley and green onions, and anything that I make which can have them in it, does. I added a special ingredient to the mix, one, which David admits, makes spaghetti a very delicious thing. Honey.

(AN-I actually do this. Honey, parsley, green onions, and garlic make the best spaghetti ever! And yes, David loves spaghetti now. I forced him to try my spaghetti. ^_^)

"Angel, have you packed yet?" Mom asked once she finished serving the cheesecake. (My favorite dessert!)

"Some," I answered. "I've got my better clothes packed, some of my books, and all the essentials. I've just gotta get together some of my more personal things. Like pictures and stuff."

"Good. Don't pack too much, okay? Just stuff you know you can carry. You can get an owl when you get your school supplies and send it here. We'll send whatever you forget or couldn't carry," Mom smiled.

"So how will you be getting there, Lucius?" Dad asked.

"Oh, probably by airplane. We came by broom, but as Angel doesn't have one, we'll have to settle for Muggle transportation," he shrugged. "It really isn't a problem."
"Actually, we do have a broomstick," Dad said, chuckling. "Remember, the last time you came? Three years ago? An old Cleansweep 7, you came riding in on. Your wife fell ill and you carried her home on it despite our protests."
"Ah, yes," Lucius smiled. "Would you like that, Angel?"

Ride a broomstick? All the way to England? Was he kidding? "Of course, I'd love to!" I shouted. "But what about our things?"
"I can go ahead and Apparate them to our house tonight," Lucius said. "We won't have to worry about them at all. It's up to your parents, then."

"I have no problems," Dad shook his head. "Molly?"

"Well..." Mom looked uncertain, which almost certainly meant no.

"It wouldn't cost anything that way," I said quickly. That was all she needed.

"Okay. But be careful, Angel."
"Don't worry about it," Lucius said. "I flew on the Quidditch team back in my day. I was a Chaser. She'll be in very little danger. Draco, why don't you and Angel go in the back yard and practice? I'll set a spell around the perimeter, but don't go above the fence line."

Draco and I nodded.

"A broomstick ride all the way to England!" I murmured under my breath. "This is going to be awesome!"

"It was cool coming over here, too," Draco said. "I was afraid we'd have to ride a plane back. That wouldn't have been much fun."

"Yea! Sissy gets to look like a real witch!" David yelled. "Can I watch you practice?"

David's eyes glittered up at us, sparkling like morning dew on a cool autumn day. He was such a cute, sweet, smart little guy. It had just hit me; I wasn't going to see him again for two whole years. And I wouldn't get to see my parents for seven years.

"Here it is, Lucius's old Cleansweep 7," Dad said, coming out of the closet with a huge grin on his face. "Hope you're ready to fly, Angel. This little beauty looks perfect for you."

I smiled at him and took the broom.

"Thanks, Dad. Come on, Draco, let's go."

***

The Cleansweep 7 was an older model compared to Draco's broom, but I can't remember the name of his. As new as it was, however, Draco's broom wasn't well taken care of, unlike the Cleansweep 7. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Uncle Lucius had ridden this broom over the Atlantic for the maiden flight.

"You've got to have a good grip on the handle, and the lower portion of the broom," Draco explained. His grip on his broom actually looked a bit shaky, so I sort of made it up on my own. I know Draco is fairly bright, but sometimes he can act a bit like his hair color. Just like David.

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Now kick off the ground, but gently," he looked around the backyard. "Dad put up Muggle defenses so no one will look over or through the fence or hear us, but they will see us if we go over that fence."

"Okay," I nodded and, feeling a bit like a dork in a tutu and point shoes, leaped off the ground. The broom came to an upward-pointed levitation. I pointed the handle a bit downward so I'd level out, and hovered about six inches off the ground.

"You're pretty good," Draco said, his almost nonexistent eyebrows shooting into perfect arcs. "Most girls I know fall off, or at least waver, their first time."

"I've just got really good hearing," I shrugged.

"What does your hearing have to do with flying a broom? You usually can't hear anything but wind in the sky."
"No, you misunderstood me," I said, smiling. Finally, I'd caught him. "A person's ear contains their balance fluid. The better you can hear, the better your balance is."

"Oh."

            "Wow, Angel," David said. "You're really smart. Will I be as smart as you someday?"
"If you read and study as much as I do, yes," I smiled. "Draco, the only reason I know that is that I read a lot of books about skateboarders and surfers. Muggles who use boards to do tricks."
"Oh. You do read a lot, but it's a double-edged sword for you," Draco smirked and ran back inside. "I have to get packed up."

Double-edged sword? I knew what he meant, even though he'd done his best (as Draco, anyway) to cover his meaning. He was talking about my weight.

I had always been big-boned. It was just my lot in life, I guess. I wasn't really overweight until this past year, though. I don't know what happened, I just started gaining weight all of the sudden. Now I weigh over two hundred pounds at the age of eleven.

That little crack did it for me, though. By the time school was back in session, I was going to be a skinny, strong girl, just like I was in my dream last night.

***

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

"HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING! ARGH!"

I was running again, running down Tomoeda. On my broom one second, running down the streets of Tomoeda again. Instead of running with the crowd, I headed for the place where I'd seen Sakura and Clow Reed. There was another name she'd called him. Eriol.

"Eriol!"

"That's the transfer student you were talking about?"

It appeared that I had arrived earlier. They were all awake, but the tigers were nowhere in sight. Neither were the two teenagers, the girl and the boy. There were three new people here, though. Two tiny stuffed animals, both floating and talking in midair, and one teenage girl. She looked normal.

"What's going on?!"

Now I could hear everything.

"Akizuki...from Toya's class!" Sakura shouted, looking at the teenage girl. So her name was Akizuki.

"Righto," said Akizuki. Then in her place appeared the same teenage girl with butterfly wings. "But you may call me Ruby Moon."
So she can change into that other teenager, Ruby Moon.

"As for me," said the black stuffed animal. "This is our first meeting."

He changed into the black tiger.

"Who are you?" said the boy. Clow Reed was chanting something, but my attention was drawn to this other boy. "You, girl. What are you doing here?"

"M-Me?" I said. "You can see me?"

"Of course I can see you. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm...Angel," I answered at last. "Angel Indigo. I don't know what I'm doing here. What's your name?"

"Syaoran Li."
Clow Reed had finished his chant. Syaoran Li turned his attention back to him. "I'll deal with you later."

"My name in this life is Eriol," said Clow Reed. "In my former life it was Clow Reed."

Duh, I knew that. But what does he mean by "this life" and "former life"? Could it be that he was reincarnated?

"You seem puzzled," said Syaoran Li. "Why?"
I struggled to listen to the others' conversation, trying to learn more about this strange situation in Tomoeda. In exasperation, I turned to Syaoran Li.

"I'm dreaming, or at least I think I'm dreaming," I said. "This is the second night I've seen this, but last night you guys didn't seem to be able to see me."
"A solid precognition dream," Syaoran Li said. "You're magic, then. A very rare magician."

"I suppose so," I shrugged, looking on again. "I just learned that I'm magic yesterday."

"There is something I want, Cerberus," said Clow Reed. "Let's begin, shall we?"

"Begin?" I said to myself. Oh..."He's the one who covered the sun and the moon." Sure enough, the sun and the moon were eclipsed. Sakura was watching them both in surprise. Syaoran Li was watching me.

"You stayed longer in the other dream."
"In the other dream, I wasn't here at this time," I said. "I was running down the street, watching everyone keel over and fall asleep."

"Fall asleep..." Syaoran Li gasped. "Brace yourself!"

I was hit with a wave of violent magic energy, forcing me to want to go to sleep.

"Tomoyo! Tomoyo!!" The black-haired girl had fallen to sleep. Syaoran Li had resisted, but I could tell that he was still fighting it. I wasn't so much.

"You must be a powerful magician," Syaoran Li said, grunting to stay standing. "You resisted to magic of Clow Reed. The most powerful magician in history."

"You help Sakura," I said. "I'll go help take care of that other girl. Tomoyo, wasn't it?"

"Why help now? It's only a solid precognition dream," Syaoran Li said. "It won't matter until you are here for real, when it really happens."

"I learned many things, Syaoran Li. One of them is to never, ever, under any circumstances, let someone down who needs your help," I said. "That comes from reading 'too much', as my cousin so plainly put it."

"You can never read too much," Syaoran Li smiled and walked, straight and tall, to help Sakura.

"When held in this state...of the night is not lifted by the time the sun rises...the people of this city will sleep forever," Clow Reed said.

"What do you mean?" Sakura shouted.

"I mean...forever..."

"Angel! Angel, it's time to wake up! Come on, I wanna play Final Fantasy one more time before you go! Please, Angel, wake up!!!"

"Who is that?" Syaoran Li asked. "I can hear them."

"My brother," I answered, sort of shocked. "I'm leaving for magic school today. I'm a transfer student into Hogwarts, in England."
"Good," Syaoran Li nodded. "When the time comes that you are here, you will be a great asset."

I nodded. "I've gotta go. Have fun with loopy up there."

David's face came into focus again.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" I smiled, sitting up in the bed.

"Play Final Fantasy!!!" he shouted.

"Okay, lemme get dressed first," I glanced at the wall clock. Six o'clock, on the dot. What...?

***

David, Draco, and I played Final Fantasy all day long, while Uncle Lucius, Mom, and Dad made final preparations. Among them included getting my empty trunk (for school stuff; I was going to be able to leave anything I didn't want at school in my host family's house), my bags (two of them), and Uncle Lucius's things.

Things went smoothly throughout the day, and when night finally fell, we all stood out in the backyard. Mom made me wear thick jeans, socks, and shoes and a windbreaker jacket, because Uncle Lucius warned her that it would be cold above the clouds.

"Are you ready to go, Angel?" Uncle Lucius asked.

"Yes, sir," I smiled.

No, I wasn't. I wasn't ready to leave my family behind and go to a strange new world. I wasn't prepared, I could never prepare myself to leave and not see my parents for seven years. No one could ever prepare their heart for something like that. Courage filled my fire and burned my veins in my effort to simply smile and say those words, which were etched upon my heart.
            "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Bye, David. I love you all," I smiled again and hopped on the Cleansweep 7, which Uncle Lucius had said I could keep once we were in England.

"Bye, Sissy. Send me an owl, okay? I wanna know what you're up to!" David wagged his finger at me. "Don't get in trouble. I know you."

"I know you, better, kitsune," I said, looking at him knowingly. "Stay out of mischief, my little fox imp."

I waved good-bye even as I kicked off the ground and flew after Uncle Lucius and Draco into the night sky. The crescent moon gave us little light, and the city lights took away the night stars, giving us even less. But still I could see my little brother, my mother, and my father, all of them waving. This was really good-bye for now.

"Bye, everybody!" I called down. Then, facing my worst fears up till now, I urged the Cleansweep 7 to keep its namesake and flew into the night. Following a dragon and his father.

***

"Hey, Draco, do you know anything about this host family?" I shouted. We were well on our way to England and I was really glad Mom made me wear that windbreaker. "Mom just said they're another wizard family!"

"Only a little!" I heard his voice back. "I don't know why they offered to host, though!"

"Why's that?"
            "They're a very large and very poor wizarding family," Uncle Lucius shouted. "The Weasleys! I work with Arthur at the Ministry of Magic!"

"They all have red hair and hand-me-downs," Draco shouted again. "I don't know much else about them!"

"They're distantly related to us!" Lucius shouted. "Most wizarding families are!"

We didn't talk again for a long time. It was really hard to hear each other over the sound of the wind. The Atlantic Ocean beneath us rolled and crashed upon itself. The stars were bright here, brighter than most. They lit the ocean waters in a beautiful splendor.

"Look!" Draco shouted. "Dolphins!"

Indeed they were. A whole pod of dolphins were playing beneath us, leaping into the water and out again. They followed us for miles, but at last the sun was rising and we had to land. But where were we going to land? I was so exhausted I could probably fall asleep on my broom.

"The Bermuda Triangle is about half a mile more!" Uncle Lucius shouted. "We're almost there!"

"But...isn't the Bermuda Triangle dangerous?" I shouted.

"Only if you're a Muggle!" Draco shouted back. "It's a place for wizards to rest on transatlantic flights!"

That sure explains a lot.

***

The Bermuda Triangle turned out to be a single simple island covered in beds. Protective barriers were formed around each one once an occupant sits on it. Anyone who tries to reach through the barrier gets a nice electrical shock, which will knock someone out if they try to continue through the barrier. It's a really cool safety precaution.

But I didn't pay much attention to it. After I lay down in the bed I chose, I was fast asleep before anyone could say otherwise.

This daytime slumber was blank for a while. Suddenly, it was white as a page in a book, with the exception of a single boy. Syaoran Li had appeared in my sleep again, for the second time.

"What is this?" I asked.

"I don't know. It appears we are linked," he shook his head roughly. "I woke up early this morning. I think I fell asleep in class."
            "That's not good. I was flying over the Atlantic with my Uncle and cousin and we stopped by the Bermuda Triangle to get some sleep," I smiled. "I think someone's trying to tell us something."
            "I agree. The question is, who?"

            "I dunno," I shrugged, sitting down in the blank white space. "This is getting tedious. Three sleep times, this is not good. Hey, I've got an idea."

            "What?"

            "Pinch me."
            "What? Why?" Syaoran Li stared at me.
            "Let's see if this is a dream. In a dream, you cannot fell pain. Simple as that," I shrugged and held out my arm. "Come on, at least then we'll know what's going on. I've never seen you before in my life, it's impossible that I'm dreaming about you for no good reason."

            "I'm not exactly a figment of your imagination," he said. He sighed and pinched my arm. A tiny surge of pain shot up my arm.

            "Ow!" I closed my eyes for a second. "Well, at least we know this ain't no normal dream. Hey, wait a sec. Aren't you oriental?"

            "Chinese."

            "How can you speak English so well?"

            "I'm not, I'm speaking Japanese," he blinked several times.

            "O-okay-ay, this is getting creepy," I said. A sudden draft made me shiver. "You know, you really ought to pay attention in class. You should wake up."

            "Then you'll dream blank again," Syaoran Li said.

            I shrugged. "I left you to dream blank last night while I was flying over the Atlantic. Besides, your education is more important than a blank void for a few hours. What time is it?"

            "Nearly noon here."

            "And I'd guess that I'm at minus two or one hours at the Bermuda triangle…" I murmured.

            "I don't think time has anything to do with it," Syaoran Li said. "If it's noon here, it's noon there. If it's midnight here, it's midnight there."

            "I think you're right," I said. "How else would we be dreaming a solid precognitive dream at the same time. Maybe that's what the first dream for me was, to synchronize with yours."

            "Perhaps."

            "Li-san, wake up. Li-san," said a whispered voice.

            "Who's that?" I asked.

            "Sakura…" he said. His voice went distant. Suddenly, the entire white void was filled with memories of the girl called Sakura. Syaoran Li's memories of her. His face went beet red as he tried to cover them up in vain.

            "You like her, don't you," I smiled.

            "Uh…um…"
            "Li-san, please, wake up…" said another voice.

            "That would be…Tomoyo? Am I right?"

            He nodded.

            "Go on to them," I smiled. "I'll be fine. I've got a lot to think about."

            And my mind was blank once more.

            ***

            The remainder of the trip to England was uneventful, as we didn't really want to yell to be heard any more. The sun was just peaking over the horizon when we touched down on Uncle Lucius's perfectly manicured front lawn. He lived in a mansion.

            "This is where you live?" I said, staring.

            "Yes. We are…well off, you might say," Lucius smiled. There was something about that smile that made me stop short. "I'll Apparate your things to the Burrow, and then you can use Floo Powder for yourself."

            With a crack, he was gone.

            "What's the Burrow?"

            "That's where the Weasleys live," Draco explained. "Horrid place, I've heard."

            That scared me.

            "What's Floo Powder?"

            "You walk into a fire and shout the Burrow and you're there," Draco said.

            That scared me worse.

            ***

            "Dobby, where are you?" Draco shouted into the large hall.

            "Here, sir! Here," a tiny little impish creature hobbled into the hall, wearing a pillowcase as if it were a toga. "I've made the young master and mistress some lunch in the dining room, sir. Soup, sir."
            "Very well, Dobby. You may go," Draco waved him off. And he nearly tripped over himself to get away.

            "What was that?" I asked.

            "Dobby, the house elf," Draco answered supremely. "He's a servant."

            "Why does he wear that pillowcase? Can't you give him some decent clothes?"

            "No, that would release him," Draco said, eyes wide. "If we give him so much as a sock, he's free to go. I know it sounds weird, but it hurts a house elf to free him. They're weird little things, I think."

            "Weird…"

            We ate a lunch of delicious beef stew, but soon I was called to the fireplace. Uncle Lucius was waiting, a pot of powder in his hands.

            "I expect you've never traveled by Floo Powder, so I will be going first to show you how it's done," said Uncle Lucius. "The key here is to shout, very, very clearly, the Burrow. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?"

            "Yes, sir," I nodded.

            "Draco, hold the powder for us. I will return in a few moments."

            "Yes, Father," Draco said, taking the pot. Lucius grabbed a fistful of the powder with a grace unheard of and stepped up to the empty grate.

            "Don't be alarmed, the fire will not hurt you at all."

            I nodded.

            He stepped into the grate and threw down the powder, and the grate erupted into green flame. His arms firmly at his side and his eyes wide open, Uncle Lucius shouted, "THE BURROW!" and was gone.

            "Your turn, Angel," Draco held up the pot. "Just speak clearly. Okay?"

            "Okay," I said, breathing in deeply. Stepping into the flames, which still ran deep, I nearly choked. They never mentioned that part. Never mind that, Angel, speak clearly. "THE BURROW!"

            "Oh, dear, look at her, I don't know why you chose to come by Floo Powder at all, Mr. Malfoy, I really don't," said a voice. I was still trying to get the dust out of my eyes.

            "My dear, it was the quickest way here, and I'm sure you know it as well as I do," said Uncle Lucius. His voice had a cruel undermined tone to it, unlike when he was speaking with my parents or Draco, or even to Dobby. "If you'll excuse me, I must be going. Good-bye, Angel."

            Lucius was gone before I could answer.

            "Oh, dear, that man," said the woman again. "Well, anyway, dear? Dear, are you all right? Ron, go get her some water, she got some of that awful smoke in her throat."

            "I-I'm all r-right," I said, coughing. I blinked some of the grain from my eyes. "Does he always treat you like that?"

            "Oh, Lucius? Of course, he doesn't like us very much at all," said the woman. "I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners. I'm Molly Weasley, you must be Angel Indigo, I am I right?"

            "Yes, ma'am," I said, giving a start. She had the same first name as my mother. "I'm sorry to come so abruptly—"

            "It's not your fault. You must be tired from your flight over. How was the airplane?" she said. She didn't know we'd flown over on broomsticks.

            "Here's the water, Mom," said a boy. He was about my age, tall, and, just like his mom, had red wavy hair. You could definitely see the resemblance.

            "Thank you, Ron. Angel, this is my son, Ronald Weasley. He'll be a first year, too. Ron, this is Angel, our foreign exchange student. She'll be staying with us until you graduate."

            "Cool," he grinned. "Why the big secret, Mum?"

            "Dumbledore wasn't sure he could convince the Ministry, Ron," Molly said. "He asked us to keep it under wraps."

            "Apparently from me, too," I said. "My Mom and Dad didn't say anything to either me or my brother until Uncle Lucius and Draco came to call."

            "Uncle Lucius?" Molly blinked at me.

            "Yeah. He's my Dad's brother. But my Dad can't do magic, so…"

            "You mean the Malfoys actually have a Squib in the family?" Ron was laughing so hard his face had turned purple.

            "Ronald Weasley, it's no laughing matter—"

            "I think it is," I smiled. I liked Ron already. "Uncle Lucius gives me the willies. I'm glad that I get to learn about magic and stuff like this. Like a…a…what's the word again?"

            "Like a Muggle?" said another voice.

            "Cool! Look, Fred, a new sister! What'd you do, Mom, adopt one?" Two tall young men walked into the room, both staring at me. Twins, I could tell right from looking at them.

            "No, I did not adopt her," Molly snapped. "Forgive their rudeness, Angel. Fred, George, I'd like you to meet Angel Indigo, our foreign exchange student."

            "Foreign exchange?" said Fred—or was it George?

            "We'll get everything sorted out later," Molly said. "At dinnertime, when your father and I can explain it to all of you at once." She sighed, then turned back to me. "Angel, you'll be sleeping with Ginny, our youngest. Ron, can you show her to Ginny's room? Your things are already in there, along with a chest of drawers and such."

            "Oh, that's why you got out the old bed and chest," Fred grinned. "We'll help settle her in, Mom, no worries." He had a really sweet British accent, but I wasn't quite sure of him. I knew he, or really, they weren't quite as funny as Uncle Lucius, I knew to be aware of him. I get feelings like this all the time. It's just that, it's kind of getting stronger.

            "Come on," Ron said. He tugged on my arm once and let go. "This way."

            "Angel, was it?" said one of the twins.

            "Pretty name."

            "We oughta know."

            "Thanks," I smiled. They spoke so much alike, it was almost like I was talking to one person. There were slight differences between them, though. They weren't very noticeable, but I could distinguish them. "So, you're Fred and George?"

            "Yup. I'm Fred, and this is George."

            "If you can tell the difference," George laughed.

            "I can. I used to know a nice set of quadruplets back in the States, and it wasn't easy telling the difference between them, either," I said. "Yukina, Hitomi, Momiji, and Koume were some of my best friends. Growing up. They were born in Japan, but moved to America with their parents when we were all seven years old."

            "Whoa."

            "I like her already."

            "Think she can really—"

            "—tell the difference?"

            "Here we are. Hey, Ginny, are you in there?" Ron knocked on the door of a bedroom.

            "Yeah, Ron, come on in. Did she come yet?"

            "How'd you know about all this?" Fred and George asked as one as we all walked into the room. It was a cool room, especially for a girl. In case you haven't already noticed, I'm a bit of a tomboy. I would really have hated it if I had walked into this room and seen white lace and pink frills.

            "Mom asked me about it first," Ginny said. "You must be Angel. I'm Ginny."

            "Hi!" I grinned. "So…um…nice room?" Like I knew what to say? I was suddenly dumped into the middle of her life, taking away her privacy and adding one more to her already huge family. And apparently there were more coming, because Molly had said that she wanted to explain the "everybody".

            "Thanks. Welcome," Ginny giggled. "Don't be so shy! Look, Mr. Malfoy already brought your things in. I was just looking at your Cleansweep 7, it's cool. And in top-notch condition."

            "Thank you," I said. "I rode it all the way over here, following two guys on faster models, so I'm kind of tired of the sight of it. Actually, it wasn't really mine until yesterday."

            "You flew all the way over here from Wichita, Kansas, to the Malfoy mansion on a Cleansweep 7? Without a break?" Ron said, unable to believe it.

            "Well, we stopped in the Bermuda Triangle."

            "You got to stay on the Bermuda Triangle?"

            "Whoa…cool!" Ginny grinned again. "What was it like, flying all that way?"

            "Really, really cold and wet," I said, shivering. "We flew through some low clouds, and it was so cold. I'm glad I wore my jacket, but now I'm hot."

            "Floo powder method will do that for you," Fred said.

            "Yeah, I remember the first time we used Floo Powder," George grinned.

            "We were supposed to go to the Ministry to get Dad—"

            "—But instead, we landed in Fudge's house!"

            "Who's Fudge?" I asked.

            "The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Dad's boss," Ginny said. "Here, sit down. Wait till Dad gets home, he's going to be so excited to meet you!"

            "Thanks. I'm exhausted, but I know if I go to sleep now, I'm going to mess up my sleep schedule," I said. And, I added secretly, I need to talk to Syaoran Li again. "So, how come your dad is so excited to meet me? I mean, I know I'm from America and stuff, but…"

            "Because your Muggle-born," Fred said. "Dad loves Muggles."

            "She isn't exactly Muggle born," Ron said. "Her Dad's a Squib."

            "Really? Who's your Uncle slash Aunt?" Ginny asked.

            "Get this—Lucius Malfoy," said Ron. "Weird, huh?"

            "Nice person like you, related to the Malfoys?" Ginny said, looking shocked. "Wait, what about your last name?"

            "Dad and Mom took on a new last name when they got married," I said. "Dad didn't like the name Malfoy for some weird reason. They didn't exactly like Mom's maiden name of Cratchet, either. So, they decided on Indigo."

            "Cool. I wouldn't like Malfoy as a last name, either," Fred said.

            "Dad doesn't seem to like his brother much," I shrugged. "I dunno. Draco and my brother look a lot alike, though. It's uncanny, it really is. My brother's the only blond in our family. He ought to be joining us in two years, if everything falls through right."

            "In other words, if you turn out to be a good student," Ginny said. "They're only going to continue the exchange program if the program seems successful. A lot lies on your shoulders, Angel."

            That didn't bother me half as much as the prospect of not seeing my brother in two years. If I wasn't a good student at Hogwarts, they won't take on my brother. If that happens, I won't see him for seven years, either.

            "So, we've got some time before dinner," Ron said. "Wanna tour the house?"

            "Sure," I smiled. "Hey, do you have a Playstation?"

            "What's a Playstation?" Ginny asked.

The beginning turned out to be a little longer than I thought it was. What's funny is that I made spaghetti the night I put this up and the night I was writing it. Hmm…

Angel seems a bit paranoid, doesn't she? It's one of her flaws. She's gotta have a few flaws, otherwise there wouldn't be a story to write, now would there? Anyway, please review. I love reviews.