This chapter has nothing to do with the fic that it preludes, it's just musings of one of the ideas, but in a different context. It is called a prologue. You will understand it better once you have read the entire fic through. Or should I say, if you read it through? Probably.

For this chapter, I don't use any references from HP, so I'll say this.

"I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me god?"

The judge nods.

"I don't own any whales, (surprisingly) nor do I own any copyright to the plastic bag. I don't own divers, or diving suits, or boats, or hott boat drivers. I don't own McDonalds, I don't own salads, (but I guess if I put the tomatoes and the cucumber and the Italian dressing with the lettuce in my refrigerator then I'd own a salad.) I don't own stilettos, or carpet slippers. I don't own Yin, and I don't own Yang."

The judge smiles in acceptance. "You may proceed."

A small whale slowly zigzagged over a coral reef, struggling to remove a plastic bag from its face. It knew what had left the bag there to drift, drift until it found something that would halt its movement. Men had left the bag there. The whale knew that if it didn't get the bag from off it's face, it would die. So it struggled in the water, its short fins, useless in this situation, simply lay limp against its sides. It eventually gave up and turned upside down, waiting to die.

But what was this? Two she-men in diving suits! The whale noticed the divers and righted itself up, making desperate distress signals underwater.

Help! It sang. Help me!

But all the divers could hear was a high-pitched shriek. Alerted, though, to the whale's trauma, they turned and saw the whale. For a second, They looked straight into the whale's eyes, and even if they couldn't understand its plea for help, they saw the deepest emotion, the deepest sadness. And although, as simple women, they couldn't hope to comprehend what they saw, they saw the bag, heard the whale's frantic cries, and knew it needed help. They swam over, and pulled the bag from where it had snagged. The whale cooed its thanks, and with a flick of its tail, was off.

After that incident, not only was the whale more careful to watch where it swam, it knew that one needed opposites for survival.

If there were no littering men, there would be no one to clean up after them. And, in reverse, if there were no men to clean up after others, it would be unlikely that men would knowingly watch their litter fly away in the breeze.

The whale simply thanked whatever was responsible for the divers going on a dive at that exact place, at that exact time.

It didn't think that it would be so lucky next time around.

But, for the whale, now was not the time for dwelling on such depressing matters. Now was a time for singing, dancing, underwater somersaults, and perhaps a female on the horizon.

And yet, the divers up above, all thoughts of their heroic good deed forgotten in the face of the handsome charter boat driver, were pondering.

They were not what you could call the prettiest women, nor the smartest, nor the ones that could grasp men with their charm. They were very ordinary ladies, of around thirty.

But despite this, the boat driver seemed to have taken a shine to the women, one in particular, and had responded positively to her flirtatious behaviour. The other woman, annoyed at his actions, was sulking, but trying to hide it with a bubbly exterior. She was desperately trying to gain the man's attention.

The woman being paid attention by the man was so different from him it was shocking that they even had conversation topics.

The woman, although rather plain, was very bubbly and excited most of the time, and went out to clubs and bars with her girlfriends of a weekend, whereas the man, despite his beauty, was a late bloomer and was what some may call the 'ugly duckling' until his late teens. He did not have many friends, and rarely went out for non-necessities.

It was highly amazing that they hit it off so well, because a person looking on from the sidelines would probably better match the sulking girl better with the man, as she had to be dragged out of the house when the bubbly girl wanted to go out clubbing or shoe shopping.

And yet the perfect opposites found mutual attraction in each other, as the vicious sea predator will not harm the smaller creature that cleans it so well.

Perhaps opposites are better together than beings that have less different qualities. Perhaps being with someone like oneself would grate against one's nerves. Perhaps opposite is needed to create a balance.

Think having McDonalds one night, then spend the rest of the week eating meat and three veg.

Think buying bone-crushing stilettos, then buying carpet slippers.

Think Yin and Yang.