Well, well, well. To all of my special reviewers of Jaded Angels and Silken Blossoms, this is the continuing tale of Angel Indigo and the Eastern Magic tales. If you are new to this story, please read Jaded Angels and Silken Blossoms first. This will make much more sense if you do.

I will only make one of these, as they get tedious: Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura (CLAMP does) nor do I own Harry Potter (JK Rowling does). I do, however, own the connections that I have made between the two, Angel and David Indigo, as well as Matthew Indigo (joy). I own this story. If there are any of my ingenious inventions that you wish to take, please email me and ask first.

So, to continue Jaded Angels and Silken Blossoms, here is Cards of the Chamber.

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Quote: "There is no good or evil. There is only power." –Voldemort.

Chapter 1: David and Aeropains.

            The sun crawled up the slope of the horizon, a deep red against the pinks, blues, purples, and greens of the sunrise. The trees of the Burrow's yard reflected back that light wonderfully. Ginny and I were sketching the sunrise quickly. She held it up and closely examined it.

            "Like this, Angel?" she asked.

            "Yeah," I nodded. "Good, Ginny. You're getting really good at this."

            "Thanks," she smiled. "You're a good teacher."

            "Thank you."

            "Today's the twenty-eighth, right?" Ginny asked as she darkened the lines of her drawing. We were planning to use acrylics later, a new medium for her.

            "Yeah, why?"

            "Nothing."

            Quiet stretched on a few more moments as we finished darkening the sketches of the sunset. Ginny really had a knack for art. She was a great dancer, and really had a way with words. Poetry and writing was her strong point. Over the past few weeks, I'd been training her artistic eye to describe things other than what she was truly used to.

            "Well, I'm finished," said Ginny. "You?"

            "Of course," I grinned. "Let's get acrylic."

            Molly met us at the door, smiling cheerfully. She looked about ready to start singing. Our acrylic paints, which I had paid for, were laid out on the table, our paintbrushes ready.

            "Hey, wasn't Dad supposed to be home today?" Ginny asked her mother, putting a bit more emphasis on the fact that her father wasn't there.

            "Yes, he does," said Molly, looking toward a corner. They were both acting like they had a huge secret. "I wonder where he went?"

            "This has something to do with me, doesn't it?" I asked, smirking.

            "Why, whatever do you mean, Angel?" asked Molly, giving me a mock-innocent look.

            "What's going on, Molly?"

            "Hmm…Do you remember…nah, I really shouldn't," said Molly.

            "Molly!" I whined.
            "Oh, Mom," said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "David's coming over here a year early. He skipped a whole grade after you left, and got an acceptance letter here. Dad went to pick him up at the airport."

            "David's coming here?!" I squealed happily. "When did Arthur leave? When's he gonna get back? Molly!!!" I threw my arms around her neck and nearly choked her to death in happiness.

            "I didn't know I was so loved," Molly chuckled. "He should be back any minute now. He'll be sleeping in Ron's room, which is why Ron's been up all morning cleaning it up. Why don't you two go help him? Arthur dragged a bed up there, but I think Ron needs help putting it together."

            "Coolness!" I yelled. "C'mon, Gin-Gin, let's go! Woo hoo!"

            Ginny and I raced each other up the stairs. I was extremely shocked to see that Ron's room was…clean…and…organized…

            "Wow, Ron," I said, laughing weakly. "You really moved fast, didn't you?"

            "Not really," Ron said dramatically, sweeping a last bit of dirt into the bin. "I've been up for three hours cleaning."

            "Whoa," Ginny said, blinking. "All we've got to do is set up the bed, then, right?"

            "Yeah," Ron nodded. "Can you guys do it? I'm tired."

            "Sure, Ron," I said. "You deserve a rest."

            Ginny and I had the bed set up in minutes. We were just placing a pillow on top of the hand-knit quilt when my sensitive ears picked up the sound of Arthur's old Ford Anglia. I would recognize that car anywhere, it was so unique.

            "Dad's home!" Ginny yelled. She was already downstairs when I tore after her, Ron not too far behind. He moved a lot slower than we did.

            "Charge!" I cried goofily as we ran past the chickens in front of the Burrow. Arthur was just getting out of the car when I pounced on him, Ginny and Ron not far after.

            "You three," he chuckled. He hushed us all quickly afterwards. "David fell asleep on the way here. He's been up since three this morning on the aeropain."

            "Airplane," I corrected in a whisper, giggling. "I'll carry him upstairs. He can sleep for a while that way."

            "Good idea," Arthur smiled. "Except, maybe I'd better carry him. He's gotten a bit heavier since you last saw him, Angel."

            I caught my first real look at David since I had first left home nearly a year before. Unfortunately, whenever I had a Solid Dream of him, he would appear exactly as I'd left him. I would never have been able to see what he actually looked like after I left. It's complicated.

            He was taller than he had been. If he stood up, he would have been a bit taller than me, actually. His white-blond hair had grown a bit, and it looked to be about shoulder-length. Overall, my little brother just didn't look so little anymore. On top of everything else, he was cute. I'd even go as far to say that my ten-year-old baby brother was hot.

            That was extremely unsettling.

            After we settled David into his new bed and put his suitcases beside it, Ginny and I went back to our acrylic paintings. After lunch, David still hadn't waken up. Fred and George wanted to practice Quidditch, to which Ginny and I obliged, having finished our paintings of the sunrise.

            About an hour before dinner, Ginny, Ron, and I decided to wake him up. David had been asleep since seven that morning, and he would need to go to sleep that night as well. School would be starting up again soon, and a regular sleep schedule was a must for first years.

            "Hey, kitsune," I said, shaking my older little brother awake. "Come on, David, wake up." He opened his eyes almost the minute I touched him.

            "Angel?" he said and sat up quickly. "Sissy!" He started choking me with everything in him. "I'm so glad to see you! It's been too long."

            "…Can't…breathe…"

            "Oh, sorry," David released me.

            "Good to see you, too, kiddo," I said, looking over him. "You look a lot older."

            "Thanks," he grinned. "Mom said not to tell you I was coming early, so…"

            "It's a nice surprise," I grinned. "Welcome to the Burrow."

            "Hi, David," Ginny waved from behind me.

            "H-Hi," David said.

            "Kiddo, this is Ginny Weasley, she'll be a first year this year, too," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "And this is Ronald, or just Ron, Weasley, your roommate."

            "Glad to meet you," Ron grinned. "We heard a lot about you."

            "You're the one who likes Dr. Pepper," David said, laughing. "The chess master, right?"

            "Yeah, that's me, I guess," Ron blushed.

            "Come on, you can meet the rest of the Weasleys downstairs," I said, laughing with Ginny. "Molly's almost got dinner ready. I think Charlie's coming for dinner tonight, too."

            "Yeah," Ginny nodded. "I wish Bill was, too. He's still in Egypt, though."

            "How many people are in this family?" David asked, looking shocked.

            "I thought I told you before, Dee," I said. "There's Bill and Charlie—they've both left the house already, but they come over. And then there's Percy, Fred and George—they're twins—then there's Ron and Ginny here. And, of course, there's Arthur—you met him—and Molly."

            "Come on downstairs," Ron said. "Mum's almost got dinner ready."

            Sure enough, dinner was almost ready. It was the same spaghetti I had taught Ginny and Molly almost a year before, the same one that David loved. And he probably missed it, too.

            "Angel, Ginny, could you two go help Charlie and Percy set the table?" asked Molly. "Oh, good morning, David. Did you have a nice trip?"

            "Yes, ma'am," he said, looking into the pot on the stove. "Angel taught you how to make her honey spaghetti, didn't she?"

            "She sure did," said Molly, smiling. "I hear talk around the house that you were the one sending Ron all of those sweets during the school year. That was very nice of you."

            "Thank you, ma'am," David blushed.

            Ginny finally managed to drag me out the door. She started laughing the minute we were outside.

            "He's such a sweetheart!" she said, grinning at me. "You were right."

            "He's my brother," I said, grinning back. "I knew him before he was born!"

            "You did?"

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            "So, anything new going on at home?" I asked David as we sat at the huge picnic table outside. David was already wolfing down spaghetti like he hadn't eaten in days.

            "Not really," he said after he had swallowed. "Mom and Dad missed you a lot. They said it was like 'it was happening all over again'. I dunno why."

            "Don't worry about it," I grinned, eating some spaghetti.

            "Angel tells me that you know a lot about aeropains," said Arthur. "How do they work?"

            "Aeropains?" David asked. "No, I don't know anything about aeropains."

            "Airplanes, Arthur, airplanes," I said, rolling my eyes.

            "Oh, airplanes?" David said, grinning. "An airplane uses a wing taken from a bird's. It's called an airfoil. Airfoils provide lift—"

            David's voice droned on and on. I had heard this speech since I was little, so I already knew everything he would say. Ron, Fred, George, Arthur, and Charlie, however, were captivated by David's vast knowledge on the subject of Muggle aviation. Ginny, Molly, Percy, and I, on the other hand, were discussing the other foreign exchange students. I am talking, of course, about Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Rika, and Eriol (who was a bit rusty on Western magic as a whole).

            "Do you know who their hosts are?" I asked. "And if they've come over yet?"

            "Well, I know Sakura and Tomoyo are coming here," said Molly. "They had to split them up, of course. We'll be a bit crowded, but I think we can manage. Ginny and I have been the only girls in the house for a while, so three girls around the house is a blessing."

            "Cool," I grinned. "So what about Syaoran? And Rika and Eriol?"

            "I know Mrs. Longbottom has agreed to take on Syaoran," said Molly.

            "I've heard from Neville how strict she can be," I said grimly. "Syaoran will be right at home, though. He's lived by himself too long."

            "Yes, well. The Patils have agreed to take on Rika. And Eriol will be staying with Mr. Kinomoto," said Molly. "Sakura requested to come stay here, even though her father will be here in England. I think she'd like to break from the ordinary."

            "Sounds nice," I grinned. "When do they arrive, do you know?"

            "They should be here late tonight," said Molly. "Arthur's already set up the bunk beds in Ginny's room. They'll come in quietly, so that you won't wake up."

            "Aw…I wish I could see them tonight," I said. "But I know we have to keep to a sleep cycle. David's going to have a great deal of difficulty as it is."

            "Yes, that's true," said Molly, nodding.

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            The next morning, I awoke to find the entire house shaking under Molly's fury. Ginny and I exchanged a glance. Sakura and Tomoyo were nowhere to be seen. We leapt up, dressed, and raced downstairs. At the kitchen table was not only Sakura and Tomoyo, but—

            "Harry! What are you doing here?" I asked, sitting down. "Hey, Sakura, Tomoyo. What's up?"

            "Nothing much," said Sakura, smiling. "Dad told me we were allowed to do magic only for our Language Charms—we already got our wands."

            "Cool," I said. "So, Harry, how'd you get here?"

            "Arthur's flying car," said Molly, fuming as she piled Harry's plate high with sausage and eggs and buttered his toast for him. "Ron, Fred, and George flew all the way to his house last night!"

            "Arthur's old Anglia flew all that way?!" I blinked at her, shocked. "I'm surprised that old thing could drive to town and back every Sunday loaded with groceries, let alone fly all that way!"

            "I take it cars aren't supposed to be flying?" Sakura asked.

            "No, heavens, no," said Molly. "If they were seen by Muggles, any at all, they could be thrown into Azkaban!"

            "What's Azkaban?" asked David.

            "The wizarding prison," I replied. "Er…it's guarded by really horrible things that…I'll let you read about it later, kiddo, I'm sure you'll want to find out from a book instead of me.

            "Oh, David, these are my friends, Sakura Kinomoto and Tomoyo Daidouji. They're foreign exchange students from my trip to Japan last year. And Harry Potter, one of my best friends. You'll get to meet more on the way to Hogwarts, though I don't know how we're all going to fit into one compartment."

            "Oh, nice to meet you," he said, smiling. "So you're Harry Potter? You liked the strawberry soda a lot, didn't you?"

            "Yes," Harry blinked. "You're David, Angel's little brother, right?"

            "That's me," he beamed. "Oh, before I forget, Angel. Mom said that she was sending Sakura back with some more soda."

            "Again?"

            "You know I can't live without Pepsi," he joked. "So, is my broom here yet? Mom said she was sending it back over with Sakura, too."

            "You better be glad Sakura's so strong, Dee," I said, laughing. "Soda, your broom, and the letters?"

            "Sakura's your owl, right?" Tomoyo asked.

            "Yes," I smiled. "She's such a beautiful owl, too. She's like a cross between Sakura and me. My eyes and Sakura's personality and name."

            "Hedwig will be looking forward to seeing her," said Harry.

            "Where's Ron, Fred, and George?" I asked.

            "Right here," said Ron sullenly. "We were just putting the Anglia back in the garage."

            "Hey, Ron," said David, waving. "What's up?"

            "Nothing," said Ron, sitting down across from him. "Hey, Sakura, Tomoyo. Have a nice sleep?"

            "Yes, thank you, Ron," said Sakura, smiling. Tomoyo smiled.

            Right then, Arthur Weasley strode into the house.

            "Ah…Harry, have you seen the rest of the house?" I said, sensing an argument. When he shook his head, I grabbed him by the hand and led the way upstairs. "Come on, everybody, let's go see the rest of the house."

            That's when everybody followed everybody else up the Ron's room, the second-largest room in the house. I saw a third bed had been set up against the one wall, this one with Harry's trunk and Hedwig's empty cage sitting on it.

            I noticed that even then it was a tad crowded. You know? With Sakura, Tomoyo, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and I all in the same room. We were definitely going to have a problem this year being in the same compartment, or even in the same house.

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            There weren't as many problems as I had expected with so many people in the house. In fact, the main problem was trying to understand Sakura and Tomoyo when they forgot to use their Language Charms.

            I think Harry was surprised to find out that there were more people who liked him just because of who he was. Not because he was famous. On August 9th, we received our letters. Sakura, Tomoyo, and David received similar messages to mine, welcoming them to England. Except—

            "Hey, we've got a special compartment!" said David. "They're putting a new caboose on the end of the train, specifically for the foreign exchange students and their friends."

            "Wow, really?" I said. "I wonder how Dumbledore knew?"

            "He's Dumbledore," Harry said simply. I nodded in agreement, laughing.

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If you've ever paid any attention to the behind-the-scenes chats with Rowling, you would know that Dumbledore speaks for her. In a sense, Angel is that person—she's my spokesperson. So, what do you guys think Matthew is going to do next?

(BTW, Matt is actually named for my real brother. I've got two—Matt and David. Matt is an absolute jerk, and if he was actually offered a chance to get out of this house like the Matt in this story was, he would take it. Go figure.)