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A/N: Thanks for everyone who reviewed! I love you all! You have made my day. I see there is some confusion about last chapter. So here is just a short explanation. Shea was hit by the "Avada Kedavra" curse, but she is still alive. Just like Harry, she survived that curse. It might be explained later in this story, if I find some way some place to explain. Right now no one has a clue. As in Max, he just suddenly learned how to do magic. Mainly because he is very, very pissed off. His power (or Draciel's power, depend on how you look at it) is suddenly released through his anger, so he gained control of the element and used it. Kinda like when Dranzer suddenly bursts out of nowhere and saved the Blade Breakers in my last story. Anyway, I think I said a little too much. So go on and read the chapter.
They all sat in the kitchen, munching on sandwiches and sipping pumpkin juice. Everyone was silent again. But it was no longer the tense and wary silence, but a relaxed and thoughtful silence. Harry ate his share with extra vigour. He was very hungry. Suddenly there was a popping noise and a slight creak of the floorboard. An old man with silver hair and long, snowy beard appeared out of thin air. His twinkling blue eyes now laden with a solemn light were hidden behind a pair of half moon spectacles.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted, surprised but joyful at the same time.
"Yes, Harry, it's me." Dumbledore replied calmly, "Alastor had send me a message about the incident tonight, so I came as fast as I could. I think it would be fitting to talk."
He pulled a chair and sat down at the table. He first looked at Harry with a warm reassurance in his eyes, and then he turned his gaze to the Blade Breakers. His eyes now bore a different light; that of observance mixed with thoughtfulness, and without the usual warmth and twinkle. Harry put down his goblet and stopped sipping the pumpkin juice. The feeling of tension and discomfort had just risen again. Everyone put their food down, and watched the old man.
Dumbledore pretended to be oblivious to the tension. He smiled and said casually, "So you are finished with the snacks? Excellent."
He waved his wand a little, and the plates and goblets rose into the air and waltzed their way to the sink.
"Now we can talk properly." He continued, "Arthur, why don't you tell us exactly what happened? I am sure Remus and Alastor would be glad to hear too."
Lupin and Moody had just taken a seat around the table and joined the conversation as well. Mr. Weasley looked around a little nervously and then began telling the story.
"Well, you see, we were at our camping site, a place called Greenwood Park." He said, "We met those children there. They were camping also, and they were most helpful. But of course, at that time we thought they were muggles."
Harry noticed the navy haired boy named Tyson flinched and moved his lips, obviously confused and trying to ask a question, but Ray put a hand on his arm and stopped him from doing so.
Mr. Weasley continued, "It was rather late when the Death Eaters attacked. They came without warning and fired the Avada Kedavra curse at us. She was hit," Here he paused and looked at Shea with a strange expression, the added doubtfully, "Then maybe the curse only grazed her. I am not sure."
Harry stole another glance at the Blade Breakers. They were silent, and there were different looks on their faces. Then he turned and looked at Dumbledore. The old man seemed to be deep in thought.
"Go on, Arthur." Dumblefore said quietly.
"Of course, Albus." Mr. Weasley continued with his story, "There were six Death Eaters, and Lucius Malfoy was at the head." Here his voice contained almost a venomous spite, "I never thought it would be this fast for You-Know-Who to control all the dementors and get his armies back. They disarmed Harry and stunned me. We were pretty much cornered."
Mr. Weasley paused a long while, as if trying to make sense of what happened next. He said after a minute of silence, "The Death Eaters did not expect us. They were expecting them." He looked at the Blade Breakers again, more doubt in his voice, "It seems the Death Eaters were ordered to go after them."
Every pair of eyes turned and looked at the six children. Again Tyson looked ready to shoot questions at the people before him. Again his friend pulled him down.
"Let them finish first, Tyson." Kai said coolly, "We can ask questions later."
Dumbledore said politely, "That's very sensible of you children. Now please go on, Arthur."
"Yes, yes, of course." Mr. Weasley went on, "We were cornered by the Death Eaters, and it was pretty bad. This boy," He pointed at Max, "He saved us. Somehow he cast some strange spell and summoned the water from the stream nearby to defeat the Death Eaters."
"Summoned water?" Lupin asked in a sceptical tone, "How? And how would that defeat the Death Eaters?"
"I don't quite know how." Mr. Weasley said uneasily, "The water just suddenly sprang up like an army. It's hard to explain."
"We would like to know what you did, boy." Moody turned to Max with a scowl on his face. The blond boy looked down, troubled and speechless.
Shea suddenly cut in, "I believe it's you people who should answer a few questions first."
Harry looked at the girl in amazement. All sweetness had faded from her. Her eyes were no longer amber coloured, but sharp and flashing like untainted gold. Her voice was ringing steel.
Dumbledore said smoothly, "Of course we should explain things to you. It's only fitting that way. Ask what you want."
"Good." The girl said coolly, "Question number one: how is that you are able to do those things? I would think such feats only existed in fairy tales."
"We are wizards." Dumbledore answered with amusement in his voice, "The things we do are normal to us. We learn to harness such powers from a young age."
Shea nodded, "Two: how many of your race are there?"
"Not much less than your kind, and in every corner of the world." Dumbledore answered with a soft chuckle.
"Ha! And they think X-men is just a movie!" The girl muttered to no one in particular and rolled her eyes, "Three: those Death Eaters you speak of, who are they and what are their purposes?"
Dumbledore now looked more solemn than before and answered, "Death Eaters are, as you would put it, criminals. They were followers of Voldemort, a ruthless tyrant in the magic world. Their purposes are nothing but death and destruction, and gaining power for themselves in the process."
"So very expected." Shea murmured and fell silent.
Suddenly the small boy Kenny piped up, "What about him, Harry? Those Death Eaters seemed to know him. They were possibly joyful when they thought they could capture him."
Dumbledore seemed a little troubled. He said very slowly, "It's a very long story."
Seeing the expectant silence from the Blade Breakers he sighed and began to tell. Briefly he told them about the first downfall of Lord Voldemort and how Harry was the cause of it. He also told them about Harry's years in Hogwarts. Harry listened, getting redder by the minute. He saw, for the first time, awe and admiration from the Blade Breakers. There was a long silence after Dumbledore finished his story. They were all silent, contemplating the information they have just heard.
Then the Chinese boy Ray spoke. He said softly, "One more question: how much do you know about us already?"
Dumbledore was not so quick to answers this time. He stood up abruptly and paced a little. Then finally he said, "I know some things, not much, yet enough to cause me alarm. I know of bit-beasts, of Voltaire, and a possible----no, excuse me, definite now-----alliance between him and Voldemort."
The Blade Breakers all jerked, while the others stared at Dumbledore with puzzlement. Kai suddenly burst out laughing; a mocking, sceptical laugh.
"Mine, mine." He said breathlessly, "Voltaire, my good old grandfather allied himself with wizards. He ordered people to curse us. Really, I what he did was already at the reach of his creativity. Ha! Hahhaha!" He laughed again, but full of bitterness now.
"The situation is nothing to laugh at, young man." Dumbledore said calmly, "I have learned a few things about this man. He and Voldemort together can wreak havoc in both worlds. You children should be aware of that."
"I have heard a few things about you, and I have to say I am very impressed." Dumbldedore continued after a moment of silence, a twinkle was back in his eyes, "Voltaire must be furious at you children to attack so rashly. I had the impression he was a very collected man."
Kai snorted and said coldly, "Of course he was a collected man, when no one dares do defy him. He hates us with extra vigour, I won't be surprised if he set a prize on our heads."
"Oh, Kai." Shea said quietly, looking uncomfortable and pained.
"Don't say it!" Kai shouted angrily, "Why can't I convince you guys that he is evil? It's the second time within two weeks that he ordered our death and you still stand up for him?"
Shea looked like if she was about to say more, but Ray raised a hand.
"Drop it, it's not the most important thing now." He said. Then he turned to Dumbledore and asked politely, "What do you suggest we do, then?"
"By the looks of things, they are still after you, are they not?" Said Dumbledore, "They will not rest until you are dead or controlled by them. You will not be safe elsewhere. I would invite you to stay in this house for the rest of the summer, and when the school year starts, you can all attend Hog warts, a school of wizardry."
There was a collective gasp from Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny, while the Blade Breakers looked uncertain and doubtful.
"But they are muggles!" Ron blurted, "How can they go to Hogwarts if they don't have magic?"
Max nodded, "He is right. We don't know anything about magic, how can we go to that school?"
"Do you truly believe that, children?" Dumbledore asked with a faint smile, "After all that happened and what you did tonight, do you truly believe you don't have any magic?"
"Well, there are many different meanings to the word magic. Our 'magic', as you would call it, is very different." Shea said doubtfully.
Dumbledore smiled again, "It's true. The magical powers you have are unique. I believed you all should be trained in the art. I was going to send letters to you all and invite you to the school later this month, but now since those matters came up, I as well invite you now."
Receiving a wavering silence Dumbledore said kindly, "You don't have to answer me now, children. You will have a lot of time to think on it. But for now I think you should stay in this house, for your own safety. It is getting late, you all must get some sleep."
With that he stood up and turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Will you show those children some spare rooms, Molly? And you lot," He turned to Harry and his friends, "You should get some rest too. You know your rooms don't you? So up you go now. It is rather late. We all need to rest."
Still thirsting for information, Harry stood up reluctantly and walked upstairs with Ron. His mind wandered far. Harry and Ron walked into their room silently. They watched as Mrs. Weasley escorted the Blade Breakers into the large guestroom next door. Harry shut the door and sat down on his bed. Even though it was very late, he wasn't feeling sleepy. Ron obviously felt the same.
"I wish we can know more about those kids." Ron said suspiciously, "They just seem so very odd to me. We told them everything tonight, and they basically said nothing."
"That's because Dumbledore seems to know everything there is to know about them already." Harry reminded his friend.
Ron grumbled, "He always does, doesn't he? Sometimes I hope he can tell us more. We almost get hacked to pieces by Death Eaters, and by the looks of it, it's all because of those kids. Still Dumbledore won't say a word."
"He never tells us anything." Harry replied bitterly, suddenly remembering the events last year. Then he said with great effort, "We can still find out things on our own."
At his words, there was a popping sound, and a new voice said, "Now you are talking, Harry."
Harry turned so fast he almost cranked his neck. But there was no need to worry; it was just Fred and George, who had suddenly apparated into their room.
"Why are you here?" Ron asked warily.
George shrugged, "We are just as eager as you for information, Ronnie. We heard your entire conversation, but as you already mentioned, they are not very enlightening."
"So we decided some extra investigation is due." Fred continued with a grin.
Harry asked sceptically, "What? Good old extendable again?"
"No, no, that was so last year!" George exclaimed.
Fred said in an dramatic voice, "Allow us to introduce our latest invention: the portable looking glass!"
George took out something from his pocket. It looked like a piece of foil paper, shinny and plain looking. There was nothing special about it. Seeing their doubtful look the twins grinned widely.
"I see you under estimate our product again." George said in a wicked voice, "Then let me demonstrate."
He smoothed out the foil paper and taped it onto the wall carefully. Then he tapped the foil paper with his wand and murmured, "I solemnly swear I do not use this invention for the Ministry of Magic, and Umbridge is the biggest toad I have ever seen."
At this both Ron and Harry burst out laughing.
"You are still sore about that, aren't you?" Ron asked.
Fred shushed them and said, "Just look at what it does."
The two boys stopped laughing and watched the piece of the foil paper. The paper was lit with a soft light and slowly turned transparent. It looked like if someone had just installed a window on the wall. They could see everything going on next door clearly. They gasped and stared wide eyed.
Ron gasped, "Wicked! That is ingenious!"
The twins did a mock bow, and George said, "We sit back and enjoy the show. Let's see what those people are talking about next door."
They leaned back on their bed and watched. They saw the Blade Breakers sat on the carpet around a tea table and were talking in hushed voices.
Fred commented, "They are a funny bunch, aren't they? I wonder how they even got together in the first place?"
They heard the blonde boy Max spoke in an agitated voice, "This is just so bizarre! I thought our lives are already complicated enough."
"I just don't get the whole magic thing." Tyson grumbled, "It is rather hard to believe if you ask me."
"Well, that shouldn't be the hard thing to accept." It was the girl who spoke, "I mean, our bit-beasts, they are magical, aren't they?"
They looked at each other doubtfully, while the four boys listening were equally mystified.
"Er, Harry, got any idea what they are talking about?" Fred asked.
Harry shook his head, "No clue, mate."
Then Kenny spoke, "Well, we don't think of our bit-beasts as 'magical'. They are just ancient spirits, and."
Then seeing the sceptical and amused looks from his friends, the small boy flushed and mumbled, "Okay, point taken, they are magical, I guess."
"We should talk to them." Ray said, "It's about time. We need their opinions and knowledge on this matter."
The eavesdroppers next door were growing more frustrated by second.
"Them? Who are they?" Ron asked with frustration, "Are there invisible people in that room that I can't see?"
Harry said quietly, "Just watch. We will see."
But suddenly Shea stood up. Harry could see part of her face: she had a strange, unreadable expression on her face. Then the girl turned and looked at them directly through the window on the wall, there was a cold smirk on her face. Fred and George leaped up together, and Ron swallowed nervously.
Harry asked with a slight panic in his voice, "This doesn't work both way, does it?"
"Of course it does not." George answered, trying to sound calm, "We used this on the Order meeting. It took Dumbledore two times to notice! She couldn't have known, it's probably an accident."
Just when he finished his sentence, as if answering to his words, the girl raised her hand. A strange light came from her palm and for a second they could see nothing but the bright white light. When the light died down, the wall was back to normal again. The piece of foil paper slowly fell from the wall and turned to dust before it even landed on the floor. There was a pile of grey ash and no more.
There was a long silence, and then finally Harry said casually, "I think you need to work on that a little more."
Fred and George muttered curses under their breath, and then with a popping noise they were gone again. Harry turned and looked at Ron uncertainly.
"There is nothing more we can do." Ron grumbled, "Why don't we go to sleep."
"Yeah." Harry answered, and went to bed.
He slept fitfully that night. The images of the Death Eaters surfaced in his mind again and again. So that when the sunlight streamed into the room and he was obliged to get up, he felt tired and drained, not the least bit rested. Ron looked tired too. He yawned loudly and looked around with bleary eyes. The two of them washed and went down stairs quietly. Ginny and Hermione sat around the dinning table and were having their breakfast. The Blade Breakers sat around another table, talking quietly among themselves. Shea stood beside the sink and was apparently washing dishes.
Just then Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen as well and smiled Harry and Ron, "Come and have some breakfast, you two."
She grabbed two plates and piled them with eggs and sausages and passed to the boys. The she turned to Shea and said with a gentle smile, "Now, dear, that's very nice of you to wash the dishes. But don't do it the hard way. Here."
She gave her wand a little wave, and the towels took the air and began to wash the dishes by itself.
Shea watched with amazement and said, "Wow! I guess I shouldn't complain about not having a dish washer then."
"Now go join your friends, Shea." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, "Dumbledore will come to talk to you soon. I hope you can come to a decision when he comes. But don't feel rushed either."
About some fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore walked into the kitchen. He smiled at Harry, and then turned and joined the Blade Breakers at the other table. Harry dropped his fork and strained his ears trying to catch the conversation.
"Have you decided about my offer yet?" Dumbledore said. It was relatively easy to hear him, for he didn't deem it necessary to lower his voice.
The voice replied was from the boy that Harry recognized as Kai. He was the silent one most of the time, but it seems he holds an authority over the group.
"We have decided." Kai said in his dark voice, "We decided to accept your offer and join the school."
Harry could hear the tinkle of joy in Dumbledore's voice.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore said, "I believe it's the wise thing to do."
Kai continued, "We do have a few conditions, though."
"Oh? What are they?" Dumbledore asked, obviously surprised but amused at the same time.
"One, we have to tell everything to our friends: people from the BBA, and other beyblade teams." Kai said firmly, "That is a must. They were in this war against Voltaire with us since the beginning, and they have a right to know."
Dumbledore smiled, "Of course. We welcome all allies with open arms. And you will find some of them are already very familiar with us."
Kai looked at the old man with suspicion, but decided not to dwell on that question. He continued, "Two, we are still a beyblade team. We are obliged to participate any tournaments our sponsors arrange for us. It maybe in the middle of the school year and half a globe away from England."
"That is understandable. There would be no problems with that." Dumbledore said again with a smile, "Is that all?"
"Just one more thing." It was Shea who spoke this time. She said in a pleading tone, "Please don't make us stay in this house for the entire summer! We understand your concerns, but we can take care of ourselves. Can't we go out sometimes?"
There was a moment of silence from Dumbledore. Finally he said, "I can not order you to stay in the house, should you wish to go out. But I must warn you to be very careful at all time."
They all nodded. Max leaped up excitedly, "Can we please go out now? It's too bright a day to be wasted in door!"
"Go then, and have fun." Dumbledore said; the amusement and joy was back in his voice.
Shea turned and said to Harry, "Would you guys like to go with us?"
Harry felt lifted all of a sudden. The prospect of tramping the streets of London seemed much brighter than staying in this grim house. Ron was looking eager and enthusiastic too. But before he could answer Hermione cut it.
"Actually, we already have plans for the day." Hermione said politely, "We decided to go over to my house. Thanks for inviting us though."
Harry looked at Hermione doubtfully. She threw him a warning glance and that shut him up.
"That's fine." Shea said brightly.
The six of them were already getting up. With some courteous words to Mrs. Weasley, they left the house.
Ron looked at Hermione resentfully, "Why did you say that, Hermione? Now we are stuck in this house again."
"Actually, we are really going over to my house." Hermione said calmly.
"What? Why?" Harry asked.
Hermione replied, "Don't you want to learn more about those people?"
"Well, yeah." Ron answered, "But how is going to your place is going to help?"
Hermione waved a hand impatiently, "Because I have more information about them than you will ever find out, and they are stored on some video tapes in my house."
A/N: I know, this is HORRIBLE. One long, pointless, all talk, no action chapter. Here I just explained things, things you already know no less. It will BOUND to be boring. It's just I can't stand any logical loop holes in my story, so I just have to explain things all over again. And I enjoy writing what those characters would think of the others. It's rather fun for me. I promise, the next chapter will be slightly better. (Only slightly, I am sorry.)
Don't expect another chapter as long as this. This is actually two chapters, but I thought you would rather read this stuff in one sitting and have it over with, so I tied them together. Normal chapters would be around 2000 words in this story.
Enjoy! And Review! Please!
A/N: Thanks for everyone who reviewed! I love you all! You have made my day. I see there is some confusion about last chapter. So here is just a short explanation. Shea was hit by the "Avada Kedavra" curse, but she is still alive. Just like Harry, she survived that curse. It might be explained later in this story, if I find some way some place to explain. Right now no one has a clue. As in Max, he just suddenly learned how to do magic. Mainly because he is very, very pissed off. His power (or Draciel's power, depend on how you look at it) is suddenly released through his anger, so he gained control of the element and used it. Kinda like when Dranzer suddenly bursts out of nowhere and saved the Blade Breakers in my last story. Anyway, I think I said a little too much. So go on and read the chapter.
They all sat in the kitchen, munching on sandwiches and sipping pumpkin juice. Everyone was silent again. But it was no longer the tense and wary silence, but a relaxed and thoughtful silence. Harry ate his share with extra vigour. He was very hungry. Suddenly there was a popping noise and a slight creak of the floorboard. An old man with silver hair and long, snowy beard appeared out of thin air. His twinkling blue eyes now laden with a solemn light were hidden behind a pair of half moon spectacles.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted, surprised but joyful at the same time.
"Yes, Harry, it's me." Dumbledore replied calmly, "Alastor had send me a message about the incident tonight, so I came as fast as I could. I think it would be fitting to talk."
He pulled a chair and sat down at the table. He first looked at Harry with a warm reassurance in his eyes, and then he turned his gaze to the Blade Breakers. His eyes now bore a different light; that of observance mixed with thoughtfulness, and without the usual warmth and twinkle. Harry put down his goblet and stopped sipping the pumpkin juice. The feeling of tension and discomfort had just risen again. Everyone put their food down, and watched the old man.
Dumbledore pretended to be oblivious to the tension. He smiled and said casually, "So you are finished with the snacks? Excellent."
He waved his wand a little, and the plates and goblets rose into the air and waltzed their way to the sink.
"Now we can talk properly." He continued, "Arthur, why don't you tell us exactly what happened? I am sure Remus and Alastor would be glad to hear too."
Lupin and Moody had just taken a seat around the table and joined the conversation as well. Mr. Weasley looked around a little nervously and then began telling the story.
"Well, you see, we were at our camping site, a place called Greenwood Park." He said, "We met those children there. They were camping also, and they were most helpful. But of course, at that time we thought they were muggles."
Harry noticed the navy haired boy named Tyson flinched and moved his lips, obviously confused and trying to ask a question, but Ray put a hand on his arm and stopped him from doing so.
Mr. Weasley continued, "It was rather late when the Death Eaters attacked. They came without warning and fired the Avada Kedavra curse at us. She was hit," Here he paused and looked at Shea with a strange expression, the added doubtfully, "Then maybe the curse only grazed her. I am not sure."
Harry stole another glance at the Blade Breakers. They were silent, and there were different looks on their faces. Then he turned and looked at Dumbledore. The old man seemed to be deep in thought.
"Go on, Arthur." Dumblefore said quietly.
"Of course, Albus." Mr. Weasley continued with his story, "There were six Death Eaters, and Lucius Malfoy was at the head." Here his voice contained almost a venomous spite, "I never thought it would be this fast for You-Know-Who to control all the dementors and get his armies back. They disarmed Harry and stunned me. We were pretty much cornered."
Mr. Weasley paused a long while, as if trying to make sense of what happened next. He said after a minute of silence, "The Death Eaters did not expect us. They were expecting them." He looked at the Blade Breakers again, more doubt in his voice, "It seems the Death Eaters were ordered to go after them."
Every pair of eyes turned and looked at the six children. Again Tyson looked ready to shoot questions at the people before him. Again his friend pulled him down.
"Let them finish first, Tyson." Kai said coolly, "We can ask questions later."
Dumbledore said politely, "That's very sensible of you children. Now please go on, Arthur."
"Yes, yes, of course." Mr. Weasley went on, "We were cornered by the Death Eaters, and it was pretty bad. This boy," He pointed at Max, "He saved us. Somehow he cast some strange spell and summoned the water from the stream nearby to defeat the Death Eaters."
"Summoned water?" Lupin asked in a sceptical tone, "How? And how would that defeat the Death Eaters?"
"I don't quite know how." Mr. Weasley said uneasily, "The water just suddenly sprang up like an army. It's hard to explain."
"We would like to know what you did, boy." Moody turned to Max with a scowl on his face. The blond boy looked down, troubled and speechless.
Shea suddenly cut in, "I believe it's you people who should answer a few questions first."
Harry looked at the girl in amazement. All sweetness had faded from her. Her eyes were no longer amber coloured, but sharp and flashing like untainted gold. Her voice was ringing steel.
Dumbledore said smoothly, "Of course we should explain things to you. It's only fitting that way. Ask what you want."
"Good." The girl said coolly, "Question number one: how is that you are able to do those things? I would think such feats only existed in fairy tales."
"We are wizards." Dumbledore answered with amusement in his voice, "The things we do are normal to us. We learn to harness such powers from a young age."
Shea nodded, "Two: how many of your race are there?"
"Not much less than your kind, and in every corner of the world." Dumbledore answered with a soft chuckle.
"Ha! And they think X-men is just a movie!" The girl muttered to no one in particular and rolled her eyes, "Three: those Death Eaters you speak of, who are they and what are their purposes?"
Dumbledore now looked more solemn than before and answered, "Death Eaters are, as you would put it, criminals. They were followers of Voldemort, a ruthless tyrant in the magic world. Their purposes are nothing but death and destruction, and gaining power for themselves in the process."
"So very expected." Shea murmured and fell silent.
Suddenly the small boy Kenny piped up, "What about him, Harry? Those Death Eaters seemed to know him. They were possibly joyful when they thought they could capture him."
Dumbledore seemed a little troubled. He said very slowly, "It's a very long story."
Seeing the expectant silence from the Blade Breakers he sighed and began to tell. Briefly he told them about the first downfall of Lord Voldemort and how Harry was the cause of it. He also told them about Harry's years in Hogwarts. Harry listened, getting redder by the minute. He saw, for the first time, awe and admiration from the Blade Breakers. There was a long silence after Dumbledore finished his story. They were all silent, contemplating the information they have just heard.
Then the Chinese boy Ray spoke. He said softly, "One more question: how much do you know about us already?"
Dumbledore was not so quick to answers this time. He stood up abruptly and paced a little. Then finally he said, "I know some things, not much, yet enough to cause me alarm. I know of bit-beasts, of Voltaire, and a possible----no, excuse me, definite now-----alliance between him and Voldemort."
The Blade Breakers all jerked, while the others stared at Dumbledore with puzzlement. Kai suddenly burst out laughing; a mocking, sceptical laugh.
"Mine, mine." He said breathlessly, "Voltaire, my good old grandfather allied himself with wizards. He ordered people to curse us. Really, I what he did was already at the reach of his creativity. Ha! Hahhaha!" He laughed again, but full of bitterness now.
"The situation is nothing to laugh at, young man." Dumbledore said calmly, "I have learned a few things about this man. He and Voldemort together can wreak havoc in both worlds. You children should be aware of that."
"I have heard a few things about you, and I have to say I am very impressed." Dumbldedore continued after a moment of silence, a twinkle was back in his eyes, "Voltaire must be furious at you children to attack so rashly. I had the impression he was a very collected man."
Kai snorted and said coldly, "Of course he was a collected man, when no one dares do defy him. He hates us with extra vigour, I won't be surprised if he set a prize on our heads."
"Oh, Kai." Shea said quietly, looking uncomfortable and pained.
"Don't say it!" Kai shouted angrily, "Why can't I convince you guys that he is evil? It's the second time within two weeks that he ordered our death and you still stand up for him?"
Shea looked like if she was about to say more, but Ray raised a hand.
"Drop it, it's not the most important thing now." He said. Then he turned to Dumbledore and asked politely, "What do you suggest we do, then?"
"By the looks of things, they are still after you, are they not?" Said Dumbledore, "They will not rest until you are dead or controlled by them. You will not be safe elsewhere. I would invite you to stay in this house for the rest of the summer, and when the school year starts, you can all attend Hog warts, a school of wizardry."
There was a collective gasp from Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny, while the Blade Breakers looked uncertain and doubtful.
"But they are muggles!" Ron blurted, "How can they go to Hogwarts if they don't have magic?"
Max nodded, "He is right. We don't know anything about magic, how can we go to that school?"
"Do you truly believe that, children?" Dumbledore asked with a faint smile, "After all that happened and what you did tonight, do you truly believe you don't have any magic?"
"Well, there are many different meanings to the word magic. Our 'magic', as you would call it, is very different." Shea said doubtfully.
Dumbledore smiled again, "It's true. The magical powers you have are unique. I believed you all should be trained in the art. I was going to send letters to you all and invite you to the school later this month, but now since those matters came up, I as well invite you now."
Receiving a wavering silence Dumbledore said kindly, "You don't have to answer me now, children. You will have a lot of time to think on it. But for now I think you should stay in this house, for your own safety. It is getting late, you all must get some sleep."
With that he stood up and turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Will you show those children some spare rooms, Molly? And you lot," He turned to Harry and his friends, "You should get some rest too. You know your rooms don't you? So up you go now. It is rather late. We all need to rest."
Still thirsting for information, Harry stood up reluctantly and walked upstairs with Ron. His mind wandered far. Harry and Ron walked into their room silently. They watched as Mrs. Weasley escorted the Blade Breakers into the large guestroom next door. Harry shut the door and sat down on his bed. Even though it was very late, he wasn't feeling sleepy. Ron obviously felt the same.
"I wish we can know more about those kids." Ron said suspiciously, "They just seem so very odd to me. We told them everything tonight, and they basically said nothing."
"That's because Dumbledore seems to know everything there is to know about them already." Harry reminded his friend.
Ron grumbled, "He always does, doesn't he? Sometimes I hope he can tell us more. We almost get hacked to pieces by Death Eaters, and by the looks of it, it's all because of those kids. Still Dumbledore won't say a word."
"He never tells us anything." Harry replied bitterly, suddenly remembering the events last year. Then he said with great effort, "We can still find out things on our own."
At his words, there was a popping sound, and a new voice said, "Now you are talking, Harry."
Harry turned so fast he almost cranked his neck. But there was no need to worry; it was just Fred and George, who had suddenly apparated into their room.
"Why are you here?" Ron asked warily.
George shrugged, "We are just as eager as you for information, Ronnie. We heard your entire conversation, but as you already mentioned, they are not very enlightening."
"So we decided some extra investigation is due." Fred continued with a grin.
Harry asked sceptically, "What? Good old extendable again?"
"No, no, that was so last year!" George exclaimed.
Fred said in an dramatic voice, "Allow us to introduce our latest invention: the portable looking glass!"
George took out something from his pocket. It looked like a piece of foil paper, shinny and plain looking. There was nothing special about it. Seeing their doubtful look the twins grinned widely.
"I see you under estimate our product again." George said in a wicked voice, "Then let me demonstrate."
He smoothed out the foil paper and taped it onto the wall carefully. Then he tapped the foil paper with his wand and murmured, "I solemnly swear I do not use this invention for the Ministry of Magic, and Umbridge is the biggest toad I have ever seen."
At this both Ron and Harry burst out laughing.
"You are still sore about that, aren't you?" Ron asked.
Fred shushed them and said, "Just look at what it does."
The two boys stopped laughing and watched the piece of the foil paper. The paper was lit with a soft light and slowly turned transparent. It looked like if someone had just installed a window on the wall. They could see everything going on next door clearly. They gasped and stared wide eyed.
Ron gasped, "Wicked! That is ingenious!"
The twins did a mock bow, and George said, "We sit back and enjoy the show. Let's see what those people are talking about next door."
They leaned back on their bed and watched. They saw the Blade Breakers sat on the carpet around a tea table and were talking in hushed voices.
Fred commented, "They are a funny bunch, aren't they? I wonder how they even got together in the first place?"
They heard the blonde boy Max spoke in an agitated voice, "This is just so bizarre! I thought our lives are already complicated enough."
"I just don't get the whole magic thing." Tyson grumbled, "It is rather hard to believe if you ask me."
"Well, that shouldn't be the hard thing to accept." It was the girl who spoke, "I mean, our bit-beasts, they are magical, aren't they?"
They looked at each other doubtfully, while the four boys listening were equally mystified.
"Er, Harry, got any idea what they are talking about?" Fred asked.
Harry shook his head, "No clue, mate."
Then Kenny spoke, "Well, we don't think of our bit-beasts as 'magical'. They are just ancient spirits, and."
Then seeing the sceptical and amused looks from his friends, the small boy flushed and mumbled, "Okay, point taken, they are magical, I guess."
"We should talk to them." Ray said, "It's about time. We need their opinions and knowledge on this matter."
The eavesdroppers next door were growing more frustrated by second.
"Them? Who are they?" Ron asked with frustration, "Are there invisible people in that room that I can't see?"
Harry said quietly, "Just watch. We will see."
But suddenly Shea stood up. Harry could see part of her face: she had a strange, unreadable expression on her face. Then the girl turned and looked at them directly through the window on the wall, there was a cold smirk on her face. Fred and George leaped up together, and Ron swallowed nervously.
Harry asked with a slight panic in his voice, "This doesn't work both way, does it?"
"Of course it does not." George answered, trying to sound calm, "We used this on the Order meeting. It took Dumbledore two times to notice! She couldn't have known, it's probably an accident."
Just when he finished his sentence, as if answering to his words, the girl raised her hand. A strange light came from her palm and for a second they could see nothing but the bright white light. When the light died down, the wall was back to normal again. The piece of foil paper slowly fell from the wall and turned to dust before it even landed on the floor. There was a pile of grey ash and no more.
There was a long silence, and then finally Harry said casually, "I think you need to work on that a little more."
Fred and George muttered curses under their breath, and then with a popping noise they were gone again. Harry turned and looked at Ron uncertainly.
"There is nothing more we can do." Ron grumbled, "Why don't we go to sleep."
"Yeah." Harry answered, and went to bed.
He slept fitfully that night. The images of the Death Eaters surfaced in his mind again and again. So that when the sunlight streamed into the room and he was obliged to get up, he felt tired and drained, not the least bit rested. Ron looked tired too. He yawned loudly and looked around with bleary eyes. The two of them washed and went down stairs quietly. Ginny and Hermione sat around the dinning table and were having their breakfast. The Blade Breakers sat around another table, talking quietly among themselves. Shea stood beside the sink and was apparently washing dishes.
Just then Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen as well and smiled Harry and Ron, "Come and have some breakfast, you two."
She grabbed two plates and piled them with eggs and sausages and passed to the boys. The she turned to Shea and said with a gentle smile, "Now, dear, that's very nice of you to wash the dishes. But don't do it the hard way. Here."
She gave her wand a little wave, and the towels took the air and began to wash the dishes by itself.
Shea watched with amazement and said, "Wow! I guess I shouldn't complain about not having a dish washer then."
"Now go join your friends, Shea." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, "Dumbledore will come to talk to you soon. I hope you can come to a decision when he comes. But don't feel rushed either."
About some fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore walked into the kitchen. He smiled at Harry, and then turned and joined the Blade Breakers at the other table. Harry dropped his fork and strained his ears trying to catch the conversation.
"Have you decided about my offer yet?" Dumbledore said. It was relatively easy to hear him, for he didn't deem it necessary to lower his voice.
The voice replied was from the boy that Harry recognized as Kai. He was the silent one most of the time, but it seems he holds an authority over the group.
"We have decided." Kai said in his dark voice, "We decided to accept your offer and join the school."
Harry could hear the tinkle of joy in Dumbledore's voice.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore said, "I believe it's the wise thing to do."
Kai continued, "We do have a few conditions, though."
"Oh? What are they?" Dumbledore asked, obviously surprised but amused at the same time.
"One, we have to tell everything to our friends: people from the BBA, and other beyblade teams." Kai said firmly, "That is a must. They were in this war against Voltaire with us since the beginning, and they have a right to know."
Dumbledore smiled, "Of course. We welcome all allies with open arms. And you will find some of them are already very familiar with us."
Kai looked at the old man with suspicion, but decided not to dwell on that question. He continued, "Two, we are still a beyblade team. We are obliged to participate any tournaments our sponsors arrange for us. It maybe in the middle of the school year and half a globe away from England."
"That is understandable. There would be no problems with that." Dumbledore said again with a smile, "Is that all?"
"Just one more thing." It was Shea who spoke this time. She said in a pleading tone, "Please don't make us stay in this house for the entire summer! We understand your concerns, but we can take care of ourselves. Can't we go out sometimes?"
There was a moment of silence from Dumbledore. Finally he said, "I can not order you to stay in the house, should you wish to go out. But I must warn you to be very careful at all time."
They all nodded. Max leaped up excitedly, "Can we please go out now? It's too bright a day to be wasted in door!"
"Go then, and have fun." Dumbledore said; the amusement and joy was back in his voice.
Shea turned and said to Harry, "Would you guys like to go with us?"
Harry felt lifted all of a sudden. The prospect of tramping the streets of London seemed much brighter than staying in this grim house. Ron was looking eager and enthusiastic too. But before he could answer Hermione cut it.
"Actually, we already have plans for the day." Hermione said politely, "We decided to go over to my house. Thanks for inviting us though."
Harry looked at Hermione doubtfully. She threw him a warning glance and that shut him up.
"That's fine." Shea said brightly.
The six of them were already getting up. With some courteous words to Mrs. Weasley, they left the house.
Ron looked at Hermione resentfully, "Why did you say that, Hermione? Now we are stuck in this house again."
"Actually, we are really going over to my house." Hermione said calmly.
"What? Why?" Harry asked.
Hermione replied, "Don't you want to learn more about those people?"
"Well, yeah." Ron answered, "But how is going to your place is going to help?"
Hermione waved a hand impatiently, "Because I have more information about them than you will ever find out, and they are stored on some video tapes in my house."
A/N: I know, this is HORRIBLE. One long, pointless, all talk, no action chapter. Here I just explained things, things you already know no less. It will BOUND to be boring. It's just I can't stand any logical loop holes in my story, so I just have to explain things all over again. And I enjoy writing what those characters would think of the others. It's rather fun for me. I promise, the next chapter will be slightly better. (Only slightly, I am sorry.)
Don't expect another chapter as long as this. This is actually two chapters, but I thought you would rather read this stuff in one sitting and have it over with, so I tied them together. Normal chapters would be around 2000 words in this story.
Enjoy! And Review! Please!
