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Chapter 76
Saint Mungo's, London, England…
Morgana frowned as she looked around the serious injuries ward Saint Mungos.
"Ahhh! Oh dear god, it hurts!" one soldier who was not even 17 screamed as two healers worked on him. Another soldier lied next to him, his right leg gone.
"My lady!" Morgana turned to see Irena come up to her, dressed in a white gown with her side bandaged.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, Admirel?" Morgana asked softly.
"With all due respect, my lady, you should be in bed as well. It's a miracle that you're still alive, the bullet didn't puncture anything. Considering Tyranus's skill, that's extremely lucky." Irena frowned. Morgana looked down at her bandaged
"Bullshit. He let me live. He wanted me to know that he can kill me anywhere." Morgana snarled.
"Ma'am?" the two turned to see a Healer standing there.
"Miss Riddle, as a healer, when it comes to the health of the people… I outrank you. So… I'm ordering both of you to return to your beds before you reopen your wounds." The healer said nervously. Irena gaped at Morgana, who let a smile go across her face.
"Very well." She sighed.
Unknown location, United States…
"Gahhhh…" Tyranus snarled as he walked through the snow. He had barely gotten out of New York alive. He had been running across state lines weeks now, even though he wasn;t sure that anyone had followed him, stealing cars, killing the owners, including two police officers, a couple making out, and a family driving to Disney World. Currently, he was in some random city, walking down a street dressed in a raggedy black cloak that his metallic body.
"Never thought I'd be back in rags again…" the saiyan muttered. He just couldn't catch a break.
"Ho Ho Ho! Give a gift for the poor!" Tyranus turned to see a man dressed as Santa standing in front of a black cauldron.
"Hmph, Where's my gift, old man?" Tyranus sneered.
"E-excuse me?" the man stammered.
"Ahhh, forget it. Snapping your throat is a waste of my time." Tyranus snarled as he walked away, leaving the man blinking in shock.
"Besides, I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago." He thought.
"Down on your luck, saiyan?" a voice chuckled, making Tyranus to whirl towards an alley with one hand on his wand. He slowly stepped inside, keeping all his senses alert.
"Relax, saiyan. I'm the solution to your problem." The voice chuckled as a figure stepped out from the shadows, making Tyranus chuckle as he lowered his wand.
"Well, if it isn't the big man himself! Now, how'd you get back in?" Tyranus chuckled at Cell.
"There is virtually no place that I cannot reach." Cell chuckled.
"What do you want with me? I'm running from both sides here! Give me one reason not to blast you to pieces. You're the reason I'm in this mess." Tyranus snarled.
"Actually, I want to make a deal. You've got six balls, I've got one. There's two wishes, so we split them. You seem to never have things go your way, do you?" Cell frowned. Tyranus seemed to ignore him.
"What's in it for me?" Tyranus smirked.
"You get your power and looks back, and then we can talk about your dear little sister in a coffin." Cell smirked. Beneath his mask, Tyranus smiled.
"Let's get down to business." Tyranus smirked.
Washington DC…
Pan let out a tiny moan as she turned in her sleep. Her arm burned slightly, presumably from the Dark Mark on her arm. She frowned as, instead of a dream, a memory came over her.
Pan frowned as she looked around the dark forest.
"Lieutenant Weasley, maybe our intel was off." One of the black armored soldiers frowned as he looked at Pan.
"No… she's here, I can sense it…. there…" Pan frowned, dressed in her Imperial Uniform once more. She led the men into a small clearing, where a young woman in her late twenties was sitting calmly, not even regarding the intruders. She had tan skin, indicating that she had been here a long time, and curly brown hair. She currently had her back to them.
"Welcome, assassins." She spoke calmly.
"I take it you're Hermione Granger?" Pan asked calmly.
"Yes I am." Hermione said calmly as she turned to look at Pan and the soldiers with her wand in hand, causing them to raise their own wands. Her eyes widened as she looked at Pan.
"You look very familiar. Have we met before?" Hermione asked curiously.
"No, mudblood. Hermione Jean Granger, you are under arrest for conspiracy and terrorism against the British Empire. We are authorized to deadly force if necessary if you resist." Pan said calmly, not taking her eyes off the older woman for a second. She had read this woman's file. She was one of the most brilliant witches in history, even more than Pan or Morgana. She had supposedly escaped the Empire by fighting her way to a ship, killing over twenty Death Eaters in the process. Hermione let out a sigh, snapping Pan from her thoughts.
"I remember when Earth was a peaceful planet, before Riddle came into power. That's why I left Earth and came here, to find peace, away from all the hell. I'm no rebellion fighter. Can't you just leave me alone?" Hermione asked.
"Absolutely not, mudblood. Now, will you come quietly, or die?" Pan snarled.
"I'm sorry, but you know that I won't come quietly." Hermione said as she raised her wand. Pan barely brought her wand up in time to block the curse that came her way. She lowered her wand to see the 4 soldiers with her lying on the ground, dead.
"Impressive…" Pan said softly as she and Hermione looked at each other.
"What's your name? You remind me of someone." Hermione frowned.
"Since you're about to die, I guess I can tell you. It's Pan. Pan Weasley." Hermione's eyes widened.
"Oh my kami… you're Ginny's daughter, aren't you? I can see her in you! You have the same eyes and face! And your hair… Gohan?" Hermione said with widening eyes.
"Hmph. So you knew my mom and dad. Too bad you didn't know that my mum messed up, got pregnant with me, and ran off after ditching me and my brother at an orphanage." Pan smirked.
"That doesn't sound like Ginny. She was kind, generous, and loved everybody!" Hermione frowned.
"LIAR! Shut your mouth and die! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Pan hissed as she fired the curse at Hermione, who blocked it.
"I'm not lying! I went to school with your parents! They both were in the Order and fought against Voldemort and Cell! Don't you realize that you're working with the same people who murdered your family?" Hermione asked as the two witches traded spells furiously.
"I've got a family! This family!" Pan snarled as she paused and pulled up her left sleeve, revealing her Dark Mark, which burned.
"That's not a family! A family loves you and takes care of you! Please let me help you." Hermione protested as they once again began trading spells.
"Well, I never had one! I learned to take care of myself, mudblood. I don't need your help, mudblood." Pan sneered.
"Please, I don't want to kill my best friend's daughter." Hermione said, sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Pan smirked. Granger may be good, but, Pan's saiyan endurance and younger age was giving her the upper hand. Then, Pan let out a cry as her wand flew from her hand, followed by a blast that sent her tumbling her across the ground.
"I'm sorry for this." Hermione said as she pointed her wand at Pan's back. Pan smirked, and then swung her arm out and sliced Hermione in the stomach, causing her to cry out and clutch her stomach as she fell to her knees. Pan breathed hard as she stood up.
"Say hello to Potter and my mum for me." Pan smirked.
"Don't you understand?" Hermione breathed softly as blood dripped out of her mouth.
"Understand what?" Pan smirked.
"You're the last of the saiyans, and you're wasting your power with the Empire." Hermione sighed.
"You'll never convince me to betray the Empire!" Pan snarled.
"Don't you get it? The Death Eaters always betray each other. But… I'm sure that you'll find out soon enough how loyal they are." Hermione giggled, soon bursting out into laughter, making Pan snarl.
"SHUT UP!" Pan roared as she ran her sword through Hermione's chest, causing her to gasp. She looked up at Pan with an odd look in her eyes.
"I… I'm glad that… Ginny's dead." She said softly.
"And why is that?" Pan frowned.
"Because… if she… saw… what her daughter… had become… she'd… be… heartbroken…" Then, Pan retracted her blade, and Hermione slumped to the ground, dead. Pan frowned as she looked at Hermione's dead body. Then, the sound of cracking leaves made Pan look up and snap her blade to the side.
"Who's next?" Pan snapped. A soft sigh could be heard as a woman stepped into the clearing, looking at Pan. Pan stopped cold at the sight of the woman. She had long red hair, brown eyes, and pale cheeks dotted with freckles.
"Mum?" Pan asked with shock.
"Sigh… I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this for you. I'm sorry, Panny." Ginny sighed. Then, she turned and walked in the opposite direction, fading.
"Mummy, wait!" Pan cried out, but Ginny had disappeared.
"Liutenent!" Pan turned to see Bardock leading a squad of eight soldiers burst into the clearing.
"I'm okay, men, I'm okay." Pan said shakily, a look of relief going over Bardock's face.
"Granger?" Bardock frowned as he looked at Hermione's dead body.
"Confirmed KIA." Pan replied as she wiped blood from the side of her mouth.
"Are you sure you're okay, Lieutenant? You look like you've seen a ghost." Private Wilkins frowned.
"There are no ghosts here, Private, don't be silly. Now, contact Lady Morgana, and tell her that Granger is dead." Pan frowned.
"Pan, you're going to get promoted for this!" Bardock said with a smile on his face.
"I know, brother, and this… is just the beginning." Pan smiled.
"GGAAAAHHHHH!" Pan sat up shaking, with cold chills going through her body. Ignoring everything else, she rushed from her bed and sprinted down the hallway into the bathroom, regardless of the fact that she was in a sports bra and shorts. She smashed into the bathroom, and rushed to the sink, splashing water into her face. She panted as water rolled down her face and she looked back up at herself in the mirror.
"Never goes away, does it?" Pan whirled to see Scorpius looking at her with a frown on his face. Pan also noticed the green tinge on his cheeks.
"Wha… how'd you get here?" Pan gaped.
"We're on an aircraft carrier, Pan, not many places to go to. You almost smashed me down on my way to the bathroom." Scorpius smirked, a red blush mixing with the green. Pan then realized her dress situation, and blushed, feebly attempting to cover herself.
"Geez, chillax. Not like I haven't seen you like this before." Scorpius smirked
"God… " Pan groaned.
"Although… I haven't seen those scars before." Scorpius frowned at the visible white scars on Pan's chest.
"Yeah… I got those from when Morgana tried to get rid of me by having my own brother use Sectumsempra on me." Pan smirked.
"Tyranus… he's extremely dangerous now, without anyone to call an ally. I heard stories that he killed anyone he could get his hands on in New York." Scorpius frowned.
"Hmph. At least you see what a bitch Morgana is now." Pan smirked as she walked out of the bathroom, followed by Malfoy.
"Yeah… it's just…" Scorpius frowned as they stopped at the railing that overlooked the sea, the only other lights being the other ships.
"What?" Pan frowned.
"You!" the youngest Malfoy frowned.
"Me?" Pan frowned.
"You used to be… cold, ruthless. Now, you're…" Scorpius frowned.
"What?" Pan frowned.
"Different." Scorpius frowned. Pan smirked.
"You know… someone once told me that you can't change what you've done, or change who you are. But, what matters is what you do, and how you do it." Pan smiled.
"Oh… and, I'm sorry about Briefs." Malfoy said softly.
"Thanks. That's nice, coming from you." Pan smiled.
"Pan… in case we don't make it… I… I…" Scorpius stammered as his cheeks flushed extremely red, making Pan frown.
"You what?" Pan frowned. Scorpius bit his lip before looking up at Pan.
"PanWeasleyI'minlovewithyou." He said in a jumble of words, making Pan's eyes widen and her cheeks flush red.
"What did you just say?" Pan asked. Scorpius took a deep breath.
"Pan Weasley, I am in love with Mmmmmmmmm!" Scorpius never finished his sentence, because Pan's lips crashed over his, and the two locked into a passionate kiss. They finally separated due to a lack of air.
"Wow." Scorpius and Pan breathed at the same time.
"So, I take it that that I'm a Weasley and you're a Malfoy doesn't matter to you?" Pan smirked.
"No. Not one bit. To be honest, I loved you from the moment we first met, but… I was afraid to say anything." He stammered.
"You know… I once asked Harry Potter why he did what he did. He told me that he did it so no one else would. I think I understand now. It's important… to know what you're fighting for." Pan frowned as she held her locket up to her neck and opened it, showing the picture of her parents.
"It must be great, being able to see your parents for the first time." Scorpius frowned. Pan frowned as she turned and looked up at the moon.
"All my life, I always wondered about my parents, who they were, what they did, why they would leave me and my brother. I didn't know what to expect when I got in the time machine. But now… I learned the most important lesson of my life." Pan frowned.
"What?" Scorpius frowned.
"When life knocks you down, you have to get back up. You can't let things bother you, and you need to learn to forgive to move on with your life. It took me a long time to learn that… and it's something that my brother still hasn't learned." Pan frowned.
"You mean… you actually forgive Riddle for trying to kill you?" Scorpius gaped.
"I forgave people for a lot of things… even my mom and dad." Pan frowned.
"Why?" Scorpius asked.
"Because, my dad didn't leave my mum because he hated her. And my mum didn't leave me and my brother because she hated us. They did it because they loved us, and wanted us to have a better life." Pan smiled as a tear dripped off her cheek.
"Huh… so, if we win, and Morgana dies… then what?" Scorpius asked.
"We go home, and face Cell." Pan answered.
"WHAT? Pan, that's insane! Our Cell makes this Cell look like a care bear!" Scorpius gaped.
"Still, we have to try. And if he can be killed… then, we'll finally have peace." Pan smiled.
"Sounds like a plan. Thanks for knocking some common sense into me." Scorpius smirked.
"Thanks. Anyway, let's get going we're supposed to begin fighting tomorrow, and I'll be glad to get off this thing after three days." Pan smirked.
"Seconded. Aren't you leading the air strike?" Scorpius asked.
"Alongside my dad." Pan smirked as they left. The minute they had gone, Gohan stepped out from his room, with a smile on his face.
"Thanks, kid, I needed to hear that." Gohan smiled.
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