I do not own Harry Potter and People please read the not from chapter 1. Ignorance is so not Bliss

Chapter 59

Light and Dark

"What the hell do you mean?! Why should we be thankful that Harry was all but killed thanks to a dementor?" Sirius ranted. Having been regaining mass as well as muscle thanks to the efforts of Alexandre and Isabelle, he looked as he should have been if he had never gone to Azkaban in the eyes of not only Dumbledore but others who have entered as well.

Minerva having come, she had frozen at the sight of her former students as well as each a former Gryffindor themselves. Two of them she had condemned because of proof that at first seemed overwhelming, and found guilty. But it was the same two that time and time again had proven to be her pride and joy.

Carrying books from Madam Pince, who despite her advanced years was still librarian of Hogwarts, she had come in with these books as references for Albus. Knowing what he is about to tell her former students. She waits for the inevitable explosion that is to come. Even she herself had trouble believing it was real...

"Do bear with me a moment Mr. Black. But this much I can tell you. I have often wondered why in those years he was here, that Harry never displayed any magic past that of a normal youth his age. He was supposed to be marked as an equal to Voldemort, yet he had average power. So I wondered...often during those years."

"What has that got to do with me?" Harry interrupted, his green eyes blazing with anger. "How the hell is a dementor kissing me a good thing?"

Holding up his hand as the others, shoot questions towards him. Minerva steps forward and murmuring a spell a loud shot is heard that silences the room.

"Thank you Minerva." Dumbledore smiled in gratitude of what she had done. The older woman nodding her head, she sighs in sorrow as a look of hatred crosses the young Potter's features.

"The reason why I believe it was a good thing is, because since I learned of you being a phoenix Animagus it has brought my attention to a couple stories from a long time ago concerning Fawkes's brethren."

Watching as the old wizard opens one of the many books Minerva had brought him, the others remain silent. Curious to a fault as to what is going on, it takes about 10 minutes before Albus finds what he seeks.

Turning it around, his fingers point to statements made in the book, Remus understanding takes it within his hands and begins to read.

When it comes to magic there are indeed aspects of it that can be considered pure light and pure dark. Although spells that are said have the same effect regardless of who casts them. It is the core of which we refer to of human and creature alike.

Phoenix's for example are the purest forms of life hence they are often termed as a light creature. Whereas the Basilisk is considered the purest form of Darkness...

One can heal with its blood.

The other can poison...

Exact opposites... The results in experiments conducted on why the essential parts can not be used in combinations of wand makings was this.

They would CANCEL each other out. The power of both such magical creatures of opposite ends of the spectrum can exist in the same body. But the magic they would give would be countered each time by the other.

Remove one part of the essence, would allow that side to grow stronger.

Silence was all that was heard for moments on end. Thoughts drifting to those words, Sirius looks at Harry who finds himself albeit still confused. Finding that he could not argue what it said...

"Voldemort's symbol has always been that of a serpent. The Basilisk is said to kill with a single stare or even a drop of its poison with the body. And yet in my second year I survived for longer and with far more then a drop, before Fawkes healed me."

The others listening as Harry speaks; it begins to dawn on them as to what Harry is referring to.

"But ever since the kiss... I have felt stronger. More able to take on things and not feel like I am fighting something constantly to cast even the simplest of spells." The young man said quietly. "What that book has written down it makes sense...my dark abilities versus my light core...everything."

This had caused even more silence to be in the room as the youth's words sink into them.

"Harry..." Remus said quietly. His eyes taking on a fatherly stance as he and Sirius both gaze at him, to study his reaction.

"It's all right Remus." The dark haired young man replied. His green eyes looking at the old wolf with visible fondness that Dumbledore can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. It is an emotion that he has not been proud of since, realizing that the position he desires so much in this young man's life was filled by others. Harry does turn to him as he once did according to what he has allowed Ron to tell him.

Instead he turns to his late father's friends. And the new ones he has made in the foreign pack...Where he and the Order was once his family.

Now they no longer are...

"How...though...how could this happen? I mean wouldn't he have known what he done when he killed Lily and James."

"Accidental."

Startled by his voice speaking up, the others look at Sirius as Alexandre smiles darkly and nod his head in agreement. "Harry and Remus had told me of how your pups sometimes in great feats of emotion let out bursts of magic. Sometimes adults can do it to..."

Confused and about ready to protest, Alexandre explains to those listening about Harry's loss of control that one night. A loss that makes the others think past to those they know.

"One time...my mother was mad." Remus replied quietly. "I had just changed for the first time and already someone had tried to kill me. Her magic went crazy... it lashed out."

Nodding his head Sirius mentions similar incidents, when he and his mother had fought. Despite being 17 and a half years old at the time and then 20 years old, both times he had let out bursts of uncontrolled magic that were potentially hazardous to those he cared about.

As thoughts dwell darkly, it is thanks to Ron that smiles appear moments later...

"Blimey...the Dementor did save you after all then Harry. When it kissed you it just took the wrong soul... Won't You-know-who be tickled pink when he hears his own pets saved you!" Ron spoke up for the first time since the meeting had begun. His comment had the intending affect that the young man wished for.

It made the others laugh...

Laughter was a great healer in times of darkness. Not a single one person in that room knew that as it died down and they listened to what Dumbledore was requesting of them...that the Darkness was only beginning.

Especially as Sirius was asked to do something that normally any Dark Wizard would jump at the chance to. But was acknowledged instead by the foreign wolf, which as he listened interrupted before the words could be spoken...

"So Dumbledore, other then finding these Horcruxes you talk about, when do you want us to kill you? Now or Later...?"