Light and Dark

Harry Potter was wearing a tight black sleeveless top and loose and flexible trousers, barefoot, and a beautiful barbarian woman in furs fought him. They both had huge black and red heavy-blade swords, their blades collided together in battle with tremendous amounts of strength. A great crash of metal on metal exploded like thunder as Harry slashed at his creation. The woman laughed in glee and delight as she ducked, a few hairs cut loose from her mop of dark black hair. Harry's blade tip coming within a millimetre of her forehead, as they slid back from each other along the beach at night where they fought.

The waves of the ocean crashed up into the shore washing over their feet, and sending a pleasant chill over Harry's over-exhausted toes, as neither wore shoes or socks. The full moon shone upon the water reflecting the light to silhouette the two combatants, bathing them in an inhuman glow. Harry's eyes shone brighter with mirth as he had came so close to victory.

"Whoa… my Darling, Lord," Might wooed in glee, laughing as she skipped back several paces at a fast rate, like gliding an inch of the ground; the air rushing around her, as she landed, to a graceful stop a hundred yards from Harry. "I've never seen you gaining so much strength so fast before, learning so much, and even with the White Fire and this Source, this should be impossible, but yet, you excite me so much, I cannot wait to see what happens."

"Yeah, Might, something messed up is happening," he retorted with a wining smile while Might glared playfully at him. Though, her playful glares would creep out any normal person.

"So what do you suppose that idiot Fudge wants?" Harry asked thoughtfully while offering his adorable Might a wink, and her tan cheeks did darken.

"Nothing good, I would have thought," she reasoned with a shrug. "It's most likely as you believe. Something messed up about you or that Dumbledore guy."

They grinned at each other in amusement before Harry charged forward with his huge black and red sword arched out in front of him. It crashed down into the Might's blade and smashed her back several paces with red burning flames and sparks flying from their blades shooting off in all directions.

Harry moved in again, as his Might recovered and struck again. The oceans roar in the background made for a good setting to wage a one on one battle. Might grit her teeth in frustration as she was forced back, sliding back on her toes, kicking up dirt and dust as Harry moved at an alarmingly fast pace, creating deep trench in the sand, as he pushed Might around.

Might tried to stop herself from sliding back too far by stabbing her sword into the loose sandy ground tossing up even more of the white grains, not wanting to go careering into the white cliffs behind her. She just barely managed to stop as her back skimmed the jagged rocks. Might sighed in relief as she looked behind her self and glared at the rocks as if it was their fault as she pulled her sword out of the ground before looking directly back at the amused and smug figure of Harry Potter.

Narrowing her eyes, Might scrutinised her opponent 'I best be more careful. His strength is moving off the charts.' She scowled while calculating the best position to counter attack from.

"I love you Master with all I am," Might said smirkingly, "but I shall not go easy on you any further."

Harry shrugged in amusement, "well, Fudge doesn't have anything better to do, like running the magical government better does he?" called Harry chuckling in amusement as he continued the conversation as if they weren't trying to slice each other open with heavy-blade swords, and like she hadn't tried to intimidate him. "The only thing he has time for is trying to arrest the innocent. He's just a purist piece of filth after all... but then, he does have the bracelet, which means that he has ears for the enemy."

Might just smirked and jumped into the air, and flickered out of existence. Harry groaned as he readied him self in a defensive stance and waited the assault. Pushing all of his senses to maximum, his eyes scanned every way they could as he turned his head, left then right. Suddenly he heard a whooshing noise and quickly spun round looking up he raised his sword just in time. Might was swinging her sword with a predatory grin in a giant arch towards Harry.

The large bladed weapon smashes down painfully hard into Harry's sword. The barbarian woman was slightly startled that Harry had actually reacted quickly enough to stop her. However, she screamed out as she plunged power into the attack, a smirk returning to her lips. A clear transparent bubble of energy erupted in thunderous sound around them, supercharged with blazing yellow lightning that danced powerfully around both combatants.

The sand around their feet exploded outwards as if a meteor had struck the beach, forcing them to sink down into a giant forming crater. Sand was all over them but Harry would not budge no matter how deep they went. Soon they reached solid rock about twenty feet deep that cracked and crushed under the pressure of their combined force creating a small crater; about eight feet round, which Harry now stood dead centre smiling ruefully as his arms were now shaking from exhaustion, as he stared into his Might's stunned face. Might just hung there being held up off her feet by the red and black sword Harry held.

Harry took several deep breaths in quick succession as his tiring arms settled. The power and lightning ebbing away from Might's attack. A small smirk filled with smugness reached Harry's lips, and Might gulped. Suddenly the newest reincarnation slashed his blade away from his body throwing the barbarian back straight into and through the sand crater wall with a roar and explosive force. A giant burst of wind helping the barbarian woman on her way as she broke through the sand.

Might yelled out as her back burst through and closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was shooting out of the ground and sailing into the sky at impressive speeds. Her eyes flickered open and she looked down to see Harry shooting out of their destructive creation, and landing safely on the beach. A proud grin spread to her lips as she gazed down upon her beloved master. This was getting interesting she thought as she righted her self in the air and drew back her sword, as she watched Harry prepare another defence, and then shot back down towards her pray. Might couldn't let Harry get cocky and think it was that easy to beat her.

0oo00oo0

Harry slowly woke with a small yawn escaping him. Keeping his eyes closed tight cuddling something soft and warm under the covers with him; he couldn't remember what for a moment, as his battle with Might had kind of disorientated him, but he did enjoy the pampering she gave him during their rests.

However, he knew he was pretty hard, and something warm, wet, and slippery was wrapped tightly around him, as she gently moved her hips. Harry couldn't help but groan, as he kissed her lips, and she kissed his in return. Harry felt Ginny's soft and amazing body pushed wonderfully into him, and cuddled her lovingly as he squeezed her amazing arse under the covers.

"Wait!" Harry groaned into his girls lips. "We can't, the girls," he said groggily as he knew their baby girls would sneak into bed with them at some point.

Ginny's giggle was delightful. "Why, My Lord Phoenix, you yourself enchanted those dearest little honey's to get a wonderful sleep this night," she said playfully, moving her hips faster, and he couldn't help but whimper, as he remembered enchanting the girls in their new room, so they would get the rest they needed.

Harry smiled into her mouth at that. "Oh, yeah," he agreed, spinning her to be underneath him to her delighted squeal, pushing himself deeper into her delightful body where 'he' throbbed. Their eyes opened to look upon each other, and both sets of eyes were full of lust and love. "Then we can have a morning quickie for a change?" he suggested while she giggled and they moved in perfect tandem with each other, moving their hips, as they moaned and groaned, and it wasn't long before Ginny squealed as her pussy gripped tightly as Harry shot out his load, filling his girl to the brim.

"Good morning, Ginny," Harry said he flipped them back around so she was lying on top of him again, with his dick still buried deeply within her, trying for a casual morning greeting. "Sleep well?" he asked wearing an amused smile.

Ginny cleared her throat and took a deep breath before answering him. "Good morning to you too, Harry," she replied with only a slight waver in her voice. "I slept brilliant thank you. But how about you?" she asked looking to almost be laughing.

Harry let out a soft laugh. "Uh-huh, best sleep I've ever had," he answered, smiling. "Though, I should say the waking was so much better," he said with a smirk now lining his lips as Ginny's cheeks tinted scarlet.

However, she smiled and flicked him on the nose causing him to laugh. "Your minds still in the gutter I see, so try to remove it to sweeter places as we have our girls to think about, and President Morgan has kids too, silly," she said laughing with him. "So I think we should get up now, as I need a nice cool shower."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yep, me too. For some reason I'm all sticky now," he said laughing as she blushed some more, though she joined him in laughing. He leaned in and planted a small kiss on her lips that she readily reciprocated and was about to deepen when a knock came on the door startling them as they forgot they were not alone in the house for a moment more.

Both stared at each other with looks that said. 'I hope the girls didn't hear us.' Before Harry called out. "come in," towards the door after cheeking to make sure they were both fully under the covers, and in came a little house-elf carrying some clean clothes, and it wore a large T-towel like a toga.

The elf paused at the door for a moment before taking a large sniff of the air then looking embarrassed. Harry grimaced as he realised House-Elves must have enhanced senses, as Harry could smell the fun Ginny and he had strongly him self, and if he were to sniff for it down stairs he was certain he would still smell it strong in the air. He was just glad most humans don't have enhanced senses as he does.

However, the Elf quickly composed her self and bowed to them in respect. "Sir. Miss." the little elf squeaked with a smile.

"Hello," replied Harry placing a smile on his lips. "It's nice to meet you, what's your name?" the elf looked taken aback at something Harry couldn't quite figure out.

'Hmm… maybe because I asked her her name. House-Elves aren't often spoken to politely by Mage,' he thought reasonably. 'Though, I don't think the President would act poorly on purpose, more like… carelessly, perhaps?' Harry suggested while Ginny shrugged internally.

"I – It is Splashy, Sir," the little elf squeaked shakily, bowing even lower in awe and pride.

"Well what can we do for you, Splashy?" he asked kindly.

"Splashy has brought you and the miss some clean robes sir," the elf said proudly putting the clean clothes down beside the bed on a small round side table, "Splashy will deal with Little Misses next, and getting them ready she shall," she said in delight. Then she bowed respectfully one last time before exiting the room and closing the door behind her, as Harry and Ginny thanked her.

They soon took turns in the shower, though Harry was quite content with sharing, Ginny vetoed the idea, as she knew they would end up making love for three or more hours instead, and Harry seconded the motion. Therefore, they got dressed and headed down stairs and entered the very big, and lovely clean kitchen-cross-dinning room.

Here they discovered two young boys about five and eight. Both with brown hair and eyes with smiles, as they had fast become friends with May and April as they were happily showing off some of their toys at the breakfast bar.

The President Shanna Morgan and her husband Jeff had already started the children with their breakfast. They met the Presidents husband the night before when she brought them home. He was a nice man with short brown hair and eyes to match, and taught Charms at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Massachusetts, near Salem of all places. Harry and Ginny were very glad to see that the President and her family didn't seem to have heard their earlier activities.

Harry and Ginny greeted their host family with good morning, and snuggling, kissing, and embarrassing their girls between them to giggles and laughter, before greeting the boys and asking them to play nice games, to which they nodded readily. It was then Harry and Ginny chose to take in the ninth occupant of the kitchen sitting at the table with a steaming cup of tea. It was of course a certain dippy git who thought he knew everything, and yet needed to get a clue or two.

"Good morning, Harry, Ginevra," said Dumbledore in a nervous tone of voice.

Harry sighed again before shrugging. "Morning… so what brings you here?" he asked as he was rather curious to be honest.

"Well, I was informed this morning of what happened. Well its afternoon back home, I think... where exactly are we...?" he gave a small nervous chuckle.

"Florida, just outside of Tallahassee," President Morgan said with a smile. "When you have magical powers you don't have to live within the 'seat of power' in Manhattan, plus its a bit of a cramped city as is, and here we get a nice big house, and some Washington DC mumbo-jumbo wouldn't have worked either."

"Well, it is lovely here, Mrs. President," Dumbledore said with a smile. "You have a rather lovely home."

"So, out with it, Professor," Harry interrupted the stalling with a roll of his eyes. "They know what I did?" he asked with a bored yawn as he took a seat opposite the old man, and Ginny slid into the one next to him looking rather unconcerned.

"In deed," Dumbledore agreed with a nod starting to feel a little worried him self. Maybe he should have just summarized it and left out some of the more crucial details. Ah well, it's too late now.

"I see," replied Harry with a shrug and a sigh. "Well I suppose they might have found out eventually anyway," he let out a small chuckle. "And keeping that kind of secret from Ginny's mum could be hazardous to your health. Unless you like your ears ranted off."

Dumbledore gave a nervous chuckle and a small nod while Ginny giggled. "Yes, in deed that is a factor to consider," he replied as Splashy placed down a plate of fried breakfast before Harry and Ginny and some fresh juice.

"Well, we'll just leave you three alone to talk for a while, okay," interrupted Jeff with his wife nodding in agreement, as they ushered the four children out of the kitchen with them with promisees of Video Games, and after Harry and Ginny kissed their girls each and told them to have fun with their new friends they were off.

"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 knew 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 was 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 had just been pushed so far these last few years he was finally pushing back twice as hard.

"I don't know. But I have a few ideas. None of them very nice," Dumbledore replied with a shrug. "The Minister has been making some very questionable choices as of late, and more so since he got let off the hook after you saved little May and April."

Harry cocked his eyebrows to his hairline. "Like what?" he question, his curiosity piqued, but he knew far more already, he knew Dumbledore had more inner workings.

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', and that you two especially will bring down pure-blood rule. So he believes these are productive countermeasures against us. Just like with lykan."

"What an idiot," interrupted Ginevra suddenly, as Harry and Albus nodded in agreement. "If they never had reason to fight the Ministry before, they sure do now. And 'impure-bloods' and their allies outnumber them, werewolves don't come close – but add in those other creatures, if the 'impure-bloods' offer them their rights, and help, like with werewolves, giving them free wolfsbane… how would Fudge hope that the Ministry could continue like that?"

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 Nomaj, or Non-Mystic-Born or something, especially while here. I don't like the word muggle to begin with; it sounds too much like we're insulting them behind their backs, and I hate to be one of 'those' twats, but its so cringy… heck, nomaj ain't too much better to be honest, 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, and nomaj pretty much meant not-mage, so right on the ball at least.

"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 mind."

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 President Morgan to arrest US members over here, even though our US chapter is rather small, and rather… well, just a little useful, as a few friends who have ears in the right places for news and rumour."

"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... but surely you already knew that."

"I did, but its always fun listening to you tell the truth," Harry said sheepishly while Dumbledore blushed slightly. "Anyway, Fudge is being such an idiot," Harry added with a shake of his head. "Going after good people because he has a voice in his head telling him to be a twat," he said and Dumbledore nodded sadly, not realising how true Harry's words really were. "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. If President Morgan asks for me to teach it to her Auroras or even Aurors, then I shall."

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

"But to Voldemort... no, not Voldy, but to Voldy's minions at least, 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 deserted 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, as she didn't have Harry's penchant for smugness in this 'game' Harry and Dumbledore loved playing, funnily, they were ridiculously similar if you took away their ideology.

Albus couldn't believe his ears, even Ginevra agreed that sometimes to win, you had to stoop down to the enemies' level, and she was only fifteen. Albus always thought he understood the difference between the Light and Dark, but the way these two 'children' put it; they were trying to say that there was no difference. But how could that be true? That was the running foundation of his beliefs. There had 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 were both on similar wavelengths about this. However, he saw now that she could be lost with Harry's reasoning's just as he was. How could one boy be so confusing? Was 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 were more straightforward in the future.

"Of course there is," Harry suddenly stated with a mocking grin stretching across his face. "Might," Harry said raising his left hand and in it a black flame flickered to life with a womanly shape, cold and chilling, and raising his right hand a white flamed female figure stood bright and comforting. They stood, the dark one protectively over a fallen child as a scene played out where she shield the boy from monsters, while the white flame scene had her murder a man in vengeance before Harry closed his hands and snuffed out the scenes looking amused.

"If a vampire chooses to feed on animal blood rather than human, does that still make him… a dark creature, evil?" Harry asked while smirking. "If an angel, a light being, kills whoever the hell he wants for fun… is he good just because of what he is? The dark and light is, yet isn't a thing."

Albus frowned in complete bewilderment now as the boy seemed to contradict him self, yet not at the same time. How could 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 was very rare of late for him to listen to adult advice and now he was sitting here with a sixteen year old trying to understand why he condoned using deadly force against the Death Eaters. However, it had now garnered too much of his interest and it would bother him forever if he didn'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. The vampire is dark and the angel is light."

Harry chuckled pleased with the baffled look the professor wore. Maybe this would be a valuable lesson in giving straight answers. And how annoying it was to be kept waiting.

"In deed." And that was 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 was using his, (dirty trick). The boy was craftier than he ever suspected, and he now realised how annoying that twinkly eye charm could be. He wondered how Harry discovered it, and wouldn't be surprised if he reinvented 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 was just glad nobody else was around 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, but we aren't dark?" he asked his baffling nemesis.

Harry just smirked knowingly before he answered. "Yes and no. But is it not true that the Death Eaters are also capable of doing something good, just like the vampires who choose not to eat humans… well, the kind that don't lose their souls at least?"

Albus was shocked at the accuracy of Harry's statement. In deed, it was true. Although the Death Eaters were horrid and spiteful, they were still capable of doing good if they chose too, just like certain types of vampire could choose to fight their instinct. Something Albus was afraid most of them no longer wished to do – the Death Eaters at least. It was a shame really. The fact they enjoyed 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.

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

"Yes," he finally decided to answer in the hope that Harry would 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 was 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, and shades to those colours. The Return Trip Home, charm, whether widespread or singular 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, and our hearts can feel," 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 was not black, white nor grey? Well, according to descriptions, it was a rippling light of purples. Wouldn't that be black or white or... maybe something in-between? Or maybe you could call it... just purple, but the centre... was 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, as purple was technically of the blue spectrum.

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 was dis-concerting, that's for sure. She obviously thought he said something funny. He found no humour in his predicament. In fact, it was very frustrating. Well from now on he was going to try his hardest to give straight answers if this was how stupid he made 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's confusion. "Or maybe…" he paused and chose not to answer the question. "You need to learn the answer yourself, so, maybe you should ask me that question again when you've learnt to open your mind, and imagination."

Harry 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 was 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 Harry's words. It wasn't often that someone 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 eighteen this year smiled innocently as they strolled cheerfully to breakfast that morning. Yep it sure was a nice day. The sun was shinning brightly, the birds were chirping, and they were 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 was reading that days newspaper.

They would have greeted a few brothers and a sister too; not to mention their little nieces, and future brother-in-law. However, their two eldest brothers Bill and Charlie both worked overseas so they weren't even in the country as far as they were aware, but sometimes they did visit. Percy Weasley their next eldest brother had recently had a falling out with the family as he now worked for the ministry and decided that he should side with those idiot bigots he worked for. He was of course in the false belief that Harry Potter was a liar and an attention-seeking brat just because the paper and the Ministry said so, as he wanted to keep his job, and was probably working for Dumbledore or something they hoped.

And well, as for their little sister. She was no doubt having the best time out of everyone as she had taken a short yet unplanned holiday in the States with Harry as their date with May and April had a flaw by the name of Death Eaters. Well at least Harry kicked their sorry butts and looked after their sister and nieces like a proper man should. Yep, good husband material for their little sister, and great father materiel for April and May. It was just a shame their last brother, Ron, whom coincidently was still in bed was a bit of a twit and his girlfriend didn't know it, or was great girlfriend material and didn't mind, as Ron didn't seem to be emotionally bound like normal people, and seemed to just get angry and blamed everyone for things outside of their control, especially when he cared about those people, and therefore, he panicked, and became a dick.

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 did seem to of had a very peaceful sleep or – no – they remembered spelling him to sleep. And his appetite was just as large as ever as he wolfed down his meal like the pig they sometimes mistook him for, which wasn't unusual, they supposed. But how he wasn't fat, nobody could answer.

When breakfast finally finished, Ron finally opened his mouth to speak looking angry once more, as if Harry affronted him about something with his 'heroing' ways, 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, as he did enjoy a good pranking condition, and he could tell this was special.

"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, 'adventuring'."

"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 needs to lean to be more accepting."

"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 yourselves."

"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 because he listens to the idiotic, and quite frankly illegal babble from some sickos at the Daily Prophet."

"Now if you'll excuse us."

"We have some stuff to take care of as we only have a few days before school starts, and plenty of awesome things to sell beforehand at the shop."

"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 was, so hopefully Lavender could make him see sense, as she had some bad taste, she likely didn't want her boyfriend belching up slugs while they 'hung' out, and she knew sadly that this was Ron's way of showing how scared he was for his friend and sister, it could get annoying. Molly sighed, as she wasn't sure neither she nor her husband could lift the jinx them selves. Because although she loath to admit it, her twin sons were very clever when it came 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, though, he was still fuming and obviously wanting to complain some more as his face was bright red with rage.

Ah well, maybe they'll get a little peace and quiet for a few hours as Hermione was 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 was very clever. 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 was making things so hard here that they would probably be better off. Plus the foolish Minister had 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 could 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…

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