Chapter 17 - The Oddities of the World

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." - Napoleon Bonaparte

So it seemed that Voldemort was human after all.

Harry whined as Lancelot strapped the katana onto her back, tightly, "Why do I have to wear this sword? Can't I just wear Excalibur? It's a lot more comfortable."

Lancelot frowned at her back, "Excalibur and your robes are in your trunk. And it's not comfort we should be worried about, you can move easier in these back robes, they fit you more tightly."

Harry looked startled, "Tightly?"

"You'll get used to it."

Sighing, she walked out as Lancelot finished with doing up her robe. Wincing as she stretched the hem too far, Harry reached down and undid the last fastening. That's better, she smiled. Walking a bit faster, she saw Dumbledore at the large window. Quickly approaching him, she said, "I'm ready, " and frowning, "and rather uncomfortable."

Looking down at her, Dumbledore smiled, "That's good, " turning back to looking out the window, "but something more important is bothering me."

"Shoot."

"There is something bothering you."

Harry looked out the window, hiding her guilt, "No there isn't."

Dumbledore smirked as much as a old man could, "You just have some to concentrate on, but you are still mourning someone."

Harry tried to move but couldn't, "I'll have to tell, don't I."

Dumbledore turned at her and smiled, "Yes."

Harry sighed, "Last summer, my godfather died. He was like my father, my only parent left. If only I hadn't been so reckless at the Ministry..."

Dumbledore turned his back to the window and leaned against it, "He fell through the veil, right? No person has survived and come back alive, maybe until now." Here Harry frowned and turned to see Dumbledore looking at her intently, "But never mind that. Look outside this window, Harry, what do you see?"

"Trees, birds, nothing out of the ordinary."

"And then there is us in this castle, complexly defying the laws of nature. You see, Harry, look at everything around you, and you can see that you are one of the few things that can stand out as being abnormal. We shouldn't exist, Harry, we constantly break every law in nature without giving a second thought. We never think why we have such power, why does the majority of the world not have such power like us? What makes us so special in the eyes of magic that she will lest us manipulate her at will?"

"And what did you come up with?"

"Nothing. I was never able to find answers to these questions, only theories to support the ability to manipulate magic."

"So we can only manipulate magic, not contain it like we usually think of."

"Yes most of us, " again Dumbledore was looking at Harry, which unnerved her, "we do not contain magic, we only manipulate the magic around us."

"But then the muggles should be able to manipulate magic too, if that's all we do."

"Yes they should, I don't know why, though. It could be that you should be able to believe that magic is something you are capable of."

"Like Peter Pan." Harry smiled.

"It could also be that we have streams of magic that make us capable of having this ability."

"But I look no different than the next muggle." Harry pointed out.

"But then there is the Order of the Light."

"Order of the Light? Oh, yeah, right." Harry felt like hitting her head.

Dumbledore, it seemed, had ignored her just like the last few times she had butted in. "All of you don't use magic around you, but rather rely on the magic contained inside you. Rather the ones that are magical, at least."

"Err, magical?" Harry frowned.

"Both Lancelot and Gawain are not able to use magic."

"But what about Iris, or Guinevere?"

"Iris is a seer. She can see into peoples souls, or that's what I was able to come up with. That's how she came to know that me and the Sapphire Knights are trustworthy." Dumbledore then shook himself off the wall, and turned to Harry.

"Who are the Sapphire Knights?" Harry asked remembering her first time in Dumbledore's office.

"The Sapphire Knights were created by my uncle during the days of the Dark Lord Grindelwald. But now, sadly, the name does not have its respect as it once had. That is why I am opting for a new group to stand up against the terror Riddle."

Harry smiled, "I opt for The Order of the Phoenix."

Dumbledore started walking, "The Order of the Phoenix it is."