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Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode IX

Black and White

"Well then," Harry began as he looked over the old professor, "Got any ideas about what that idiot Minister of ours wants?" he asked with a bored expression, obviously figuring out that he knows about Fudge's visit later on today. While he and Ginevra started on their food. "Or did you do something else he doesn't like?"

Albus sighed. When had Harry started this rebellious and independent stage of his teenage years? He is starting to act like a typical muggle teenager rather than a magical one. The difference being that teenagers in the magical world tend to listen to their elders while most muggle won't. he guessed Harry has just been pushed so far these last few years he's finally pushing back twice as hard.

"I don't know. But I have a few ideas. None of them very nice," he replied with a shrug. "The Minister has been making some very questionable choices as of late."

Harry cocked his eyebrows to his hairline. "Like what?" he question, his curiosity piqued.

Dumbledore sighed. "He's been altering laws to suit his needs for one. Some of those laws just so happen to be involving working rights for witches and wizards born of muggle ancestry. Including Half-Bloods," he said sadly. Harry and Ginevra's eyes widened in shock. "Indeed. He believes we're all going to rise up and take over the Ministry for Impure-Bloods. So he believes these are productive countermeasures against us. Just like with lykan."

"What an idiot," interrupted Ginevra suddenly, blushing as Harry and Albus nodded in agreement. Albus almost chuckled at the girl's embarrassment at her sudden outburst. "W-well I mean; if they never had reason to fight the Ministry before, they sure do now. And we outnumber them, werewolves don't come close."

Albus nodded with a small smile completely agreeing with her. "Now not only do we have Voldemort to worry about but the possibility of Magical Civil War."

Harry just shook his head as he took a sip of juice. "Well it's his fault," he said before a frown reached his face and he glared at Albus. The old man was startled as he felt a small spike of power momentarily. Both he and Ginevra looked at the raven-haired boy in surprise not realising what he said wrong. "Don't use the word muggle. Use Non-Mage, or Non-Mystic-Born. I don't like the word muggle, it sounds too much like we're insulting them behind their backs, got it?"

Albus gulped. He had heard from the Weasley's about Harry's new, weird little quirky dislike. However, being so used to using that word it had slipped his mind. Yes, he'll have to remember that. He doesn't want to get into another argument with the boy. Plus he kind of agreed with the boys reasoning.

"Do beg my pardon, Harry," he said in a placating tone. "I was informed of this by the Weasley's, but I am an old man and these things do slip my mine."

Harry sighed with a shrug. "Whatever. Well is their anything else the fool Minister is doing?"

"Yes indeed," he agreed with a nod. "He is trying to have the Order of the Phoenix arrested. This might actually be one of the reasons he's coming here. It is possible he wants Minister Morgan to arrest US members over here."

"I see. But what's the Order of the Phoenix? Sounds kinda cool," said Harry with an amused smile on his face, obviously concluding what it might be him self and finding something humorous in it.

"The Order is an organization I created when Voldemort last rose to power," he answered. "It was devoted to protecting the people from him and his Death Eaters during the first war."

Harry frowned in annoyance. "I see, what an idiot." He shook his head before frowning. "So anyway, what is it that you wanted? It can't have been to talk about our Idiot of Magic now could it?"

Albus smiled slightly in agreement. "Yes, you are correct. I've come to ask you not to use that spell again, against the killing curse. You'll become as bad as them."

Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Don't be foolish professor. I'm just evening the odds in this game. If they can cheat then so can I."

"But this isn't a game Harry. This is reality," he responded feeling quite concerned for Harry's state of mind.

"But to Voldemort it is a game," Harry told him with another roll of his eye wondering whether the old man should just quite and retire to a desert island out of all the sane peoples way. "It's like in Quidditch. If the other team plays rough, you have to play just as rough to keep the game even. However, if you want to win…"

"To win you have to play rougher," interrupted Ginevra quietly not looking at Albus or Harry, but just looking at her plate and eating her breakfast as if she hadn't interrupted at all.

Albus couldn't believe his ears, even Ginevra agreed that sometimes to win, you have to stoop down to the enemies' level, and she is only fourteen. Albus always thought he understood the difference between the Light and Dark, but the way these two children put it… they're trying to say that there is no difference. But how could that be true? That is the running foundation of his beliefs. There has to be a difference, right?

"But if that's true Harry," the old man finally replied feeling a bit flustered. "Then there is no light or dark."

Harry snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes. Albus felt confused. He could even see Ginevra had no idea what Harry found amusing and he had originally thought they're both on similar wavelengths about this. However, he saw now that she can be lost with Harry's reasoning's just as he. How can one boy be so confusing? Is he trying to get him to figure it out for him self. Now he knows what its like for those he talks too. Maybe he should try to tone down all of his cryptic talks with people, and give them answers that are more straightforward in the future.

"Of course there is," he suddenly stated with a mocking grin stretching across his face.

Albus frowned in complete bewilderment now as the boy seemed to contradict him self. How can the light and dark both exist and not at the same time? It didn't make sense to him. Maybe he just shouldn't bother. It's been very rare of late for him to listen to adult advice and now he is sitting here with a fifteen year old trying to understand why he condones using deadly force against the Death Eaters. However, it has now garnered too much of his interest and it will bother him forever if he doesn't stay to hear him out.

"But you just said its okay for us to stoop to their tricks and level?" he asked the boy with a puzzled expression. "You're contradicting your self now."

Harry chuckled pleased with the baffled look the professor wore. Maybe this will be a valuable lesson in giving straight answers. And how annoying it is to be kept waiting. "In deed I did." And that is all he said. He then just stared some more at his headmaster with this annoying twinkle to his eyes that seemed to be on overdrive. Albus barely kept from grimacing as Harry is using his trick, (dirty trick). The boy is craftier than he ever suspected, and he now realised how annoying that twinkly eye charm can be. He wondered how Harry discovered it.

Albus knew that he must be feeling just like people do when they talk to him keeping them guessing, waiting for someone to ask the correct question. Harry just sat there staring at Albus while Ginevra just watched with a small smile though she looked slightly confused too, but Harry just waited. He realised Ginevra must find it amusing to see someone getting the better of the supposed unflappable Headmaster of Hogwarts. He's just glad nobody else is here to witness this. Especially Sirius as he would never hear the last of it until his dying day.

"But you said that it's okay to do as the Death Eaters do, and stoop to killing them in retaliation," he asked his baffling nemesis.

Harry just smirked knowingly before he answered. "Yes. But is it not true that the Death Eaters are also capable of doing something good?"

Albus was shocked at the accuracy of Harry's statement. In deed, it is true. Although the Death Eaters are horrid and spiteful, they are still capable of doing good if they chose too. Something Albus is afraid most of them no longer wish to do. It's a shame really. The fact they enjoy hurting others so much over something as stupid as blood purity. If mystics didn't breed with Non-Mage or Non-Mage borns eventually, they would all go Squib and die out. Or is it Mage-Born-Non-Mage? Well, that's confusing.

He wondered at that for a moment. He supposed that if the Death Eaters are capable of doing good then the Order of the Phoenix is also capable of doing bad. He frowned. He didn't like the thought of that at all. However, it is a solid truth. Maybe there is a blurry like that each side stands next to, one in the light and the other in the dark that both sides can cross back and forth between when they choose. Because it is our choices that matter and make us who we are.

"Yes," he finally decided to answer in the hope that Harry will elaborate on his thoughts.

"Exactly my point," said Harry with a large smirk. Albus thought it seemed that Ginevra was finally able to understand, and Albus is glad that Harry continued this time. "People seem to think that everything is as plain as Light and Dark, Black and White when there are so many other wonderful colours. The spell called the Okcicos Shield is not black or white. It might not even be in-between. Why think like that when there is a huge colour spectrum, which our eyes can see," he chuckled.

Albus frowned. He was slightly pleased to see that once again Harry had confused Ginevra just as much as he had confused him. He thought on it a moment. Then what colour could it possibly be if it's not black, white nor grey? Well according to descriptions, it's a rippling light colour. Wouldn't that be white? Or maybe you could call transparency a colour? Maybe he doesn't mean the spells actual colour but a metaphorical colour.

"Um… then is it blue?" he took a guess at the first colour that came to mind in confusion.

However, Harry just burst out into a fit of laughter. Even Ginevra laughed at him. He had never had students actually laugh at him before; it is disconcerting that's for sure. She obviously thought he said something funny. He found no humour in his predicament. In fact, it is very frustrating. Well from now on he's going to try his hardest to give straight answers if this is how stupid he makes people feel.

It took the two a few minuets for them to calm down, and Harry smiled at him in understanding. "It could be," he agreed furthering Albus' confusion. "Though maybe you should ask me that question again when you've learnt to open your mind, and imagination."

He then stood up with a smile on his face and taking his and Ginevra's empty plates and glasses to the sink and washing them while humming a happy tune to him self, obviously very amused with his task. And ignoring the grumpy and annoyed House-Elf whose job he is temporarily stealing. Albus just looked at Ginevra who shrugged with a slightly amused but still puzzled expression.

Albus wasn't sure what Harry meant as he sat at the table, occasionally sipping his tea thinking long and hard about Harrys' words. It isn't often that some one could confuse the wise old headmaster, and a student had defiantly never achieved such a feat. In addition, nobody had ever called Albus close-minded before. As well, Harry said that the headmaster should use his imagination. What could he possibly mean by that? Albus had always considered him self to have a very imaginative mine, but Harry didn't seem to think so.

He sighed. 'Maybe,' the headmaster thought to himself. 'Maybe I'll never understand.' He was thinking that maybe he wouldn't unless Harry spelt it out in plain English. Albus looked back over at Ginevra and saw that she had a cheeky smile on her face. It seemed like she might have worked it out. However, before Albus could ask she stood up and joined Harry at the sink, and started drying the dishes before the poor House-Elf could get to them.

0oo00oo0

Fred and George Weasley. Two very talented twin boys of seventeen this year smiled innocently as they strolled cheerfully to breakfast this morning. Yep it sure is a nice day. The sun is shinning brightly, the birds are chirping, and they are going to have a delicious breakfast cooked by their mother. They smiled as they entered the kitchen and smelt their breakfast. So they quickly took seats together at the table and greeted their mother, and their father whom is reading that days newspaper.

They would have greeted a few brothers and a sister too. However, their two eldest brothers Bill and Charlie both work overseas so they aren't even in the country as far as they're aware, but sometimes they do visit. Percy Weasley their next eldest brother has recently had a falling out with the family as he now works for the ministry and decided that he shall side with those idiot bigots he works for. He is of course in the false belief that Harry Potter is a lire and an attention-seeking brat just because the paper and the Ministry say so. However, the twins know differently as they are quite aware that Harry doesn't much like all of the limelight that's forced upon him.

And well, as for their little sister. She's no doubt having the best time out of everyone as she's taking a short yet un-planned vacation in the States with Harry as their date had a flaw by the name of Death Eaters. Well at least Harry kicked their sorry butts and looked after their sister like a proper man should. Yep, good boyfriend material for their little sister. It's just a shame their last brother, Ron, whom coincidently is still in bed doesn't think so. In stead however, he keeps on complaining and accusing Harry of 'going to do stuff to her.' Well if Harry and their sister did 'do stuff.' Well they want to never find out about it. Its not that they care too much about that sort of thing since they are open minded, and they know Harry is sensible, and will treat their sister right. It's just that the thought of her doing anything like that grosses them out. Plus they don't want to discover their 'little' sister lost her virginity before they lost theirs. That's just wrong, and sad. Right.

Anyway, Ron has been an annoying ass about it all of yesterday and last night. Damn can that idiot complain or what? Hmm, that must actually be his talent. While Charlie's good with animals, Bill's good with numbers, wards and seals, Percy's good at being a bookworm nerd. Ginny's good with spells and magic as a whole, and they're good at causing mischief. Ron excels at complaining. It's just lucky everybody else has acquired a secondary talent of ignoring him.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. It was just when Fred and George started their fried breakfast that Ron drowsily entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table. Well for someone supposedly worried about their wayward sister he sure does seem to of had a very peaceful sleep. And his appetite is just as large as ever as he wolfed down his meal like the pig they sometimes mistake him for. How he isn't fat, nobody could answer.

When breakfast finally finished, Ron finally opened his mouth to speak looking angry once more, and looked towards his mother as she and her husband sighed in exhaustion. However, nothing happened for a moment when what looked like a small turd slivered out of his mouth and dropped onto his empty plate.

"W-what the hell!" he suddenly exclaimed as he picked up his fork and poked it. It suddenly slithered and he gasped in surprise. "A-a slug. W-what the hells going on?" he demanded looking around the table. In his growing panic, he missed the twins noticeable snickering. "I was only going too…" he trailed off suddenly as two more slugs slivered from his mouth making him gag as they landed on his plate also.

"Fred! George!" yelled out their mother angrily. "What in Merlin's name have you done to him?" she demanded an answer. Her attention was so focused on her twins as they now openly laughed that she hadn't noticed her husband's snickers at his youngest sons' predicament.

"Well we've been getting tired," one twin began with a smile as Ron glared at them in anger.

"Tired of Ron's constant complaining."

"So we jinxed him."

"Yep. Every time he tries to complain about Harry or Ginny."

"He has to puke up a slug."

"Each time he does it an extra slug is added."

"We think it was quite ingenious of us actually."

"We guess he's never seen a rainbow before."

"Uh-huh, only ever sees in black and white."

"Never looks for all of those other colours, so he thinks everyone's the same, and it's been getting on our nerves."

"We may remove the jinx sometime before school. If you can't figure out how you're self."

"If he promises not to speak a word about Harry and Ginny to us again."

"In a negative light of course."

"We don't need the nightmares from picturing the things Ron is accusing them of."

"Now if you'll excuse us."

"We have some stuff to take care of as we only have a few days until school starts."

"Later."

And with those words spoken, they left a stumped mother, amused father, and a fuming brother who suddenly puked up three slugs with a disgusting belch. Molly looked at her youngest son in worry wondering whether he would make that promise, as she knows all too well, how thickheaded he is. You see, she isn't sure neither she nor her husband could lift the jinx them selves. Because although she loath to admit it her twin sons are very cleaver when it comes to these sort of jinxes. She then grimaced as another four slugs belched from Ron's mouth making him go a little green with disgust, thought he was still fuming and obviously wanting to complain some more as his face is bright red with rage.

Ah well, maybe they'll get a little peace and quiet for a few hours as Hermione is coming over today to hear about Harry and Ginny when Albus returns from the US. She might be able to help reverse the jinx, as she is very cleaver. Though Molly wondered whether she would be willing once she learns of the jinxes' conditions. Well if she doesn't succeed or refuses to try, she's sure Dumbledore will do it. Well she hopes he can. She doesn't want to be cleaning up slugs forever.

She sighed. She may not be the smartest witch around but she has a funny feeling her daughter and Harry won't be returning from America, as Fudge is making things so hard here that they would probably be better off. Plus the foolish Minister has been searching for reasons to arrest Harry. And she grimaced as she realised Ginny may choose to stay with him if he can't come back because of an arrest warrant on him. She'll want to transfer to the same school as him. She's just glad Albus assured her that the US had no desire to turn Harry over to the British Ministry. She can only pray things turn out okay.

She sighed one last time as Ron finally puked out another five slugs. How could he be that stupid, and she'll be the one cleaning up after him. Idiot. She'll just have to make him do it.

To Be Continued…

AN: please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading. Signora.