The Terrorists wanted Kraug not to be paralyzed anymore so they were ransoming the very plane itself. Harry had no idea what was going on, and he liked it that way. As 'the boy who lived' he had been world famous among wizards and muggles alike for suriving Voldemort's fell curses. The 'boy who lived' hadn't really done aynthing though, just witnessed his parents murder at the hands of Voldemort. That's why Harry Prefered to be Harry 'the snake' Potter as to the crummy old 'boy who lived' routine. As 'the snake' Harry could slither about in the background, now that the Hermiones had risen to fill the vacuum leftovers of his fame, and solve all the mysteries he liked, so really, being confused was all apart of his plan and he liked it.

As the Kraug worshiping hi-jackers were busying themselves with the Pilot and the Co-Pilot Harry took that opportunity to slither-in to the back section of the plane, it killed him to do it but he sidled alongside up his old nemsesis Draco Malfoy, who was pyschic, so Harry figued he could help out and really figure out what was going on, then it'd be one more mystery to put on his ever-towering 'Solved' pile. Good old sp

Draco had been dozing off as Harry arppoached, and didn't even notice the rival Seeker/ stealer of his post-goth girlfriend, Spiders, walking up to him. Draco had been depressed all week because of his recent 'd been thinking about Spider's warm smiles, and then even more so about the secret shy ones she only saw rarely, those seemed the most precious, as a penis is to a man, an invaluable thing, to be cherished and never parted with for fear of a painful severence. Not even a preternatural attenuation of the subconcious pre-cortral empathy receptors in his adolescent, straight though penis-crazed brain... could soften the blow of a loved one's departure, though Spiders was doing well in her new life, her band were rumored to be in talks with a major record label on the plane, Air Jamz, or Air Traffic ContRock'n'Roll or something like that. Some plane pun...

Spiders, rolling a fresh clove, Spiders ... Draco was only twelve so he didn't know much about dating. Spiders too, well, she had been a real challening one to start off with though. Talk about picking a really eccentric girl as your first girlfriend so you get a skewed view on romantic relationships and worry too much about it and develop a complex or maybe even just the last part, but still, at the end of the day it tallies up to a loss.

Draco wondered what Harry 'the snake' ('more like 'the lake' Potter, Draco immediately thought to himself, but his mouth moved faster than the speed of thought so he had alreayd been saying just 'the snake' when he said, "Hello Harry. What do you want?"

That was when Dumbledore knew he had to act, and act fast! Harry had just called him from the plane, All was well except that now there were religious hijackers on board the plane and they worshiped Kraug Dumbledore had to have Harry refresh his memory on that one and was surpsied to find out that Harry had abonded Kraug to the past in a recalcitrant moment of confused passion. This error then led to the first Witch ever to exist in the alternate timeline where Kraug was around since the dawn of man, and coincndentaly was surrounded by Cave- Muggles. which were even more bovine and malleable than regualar- Muggles. All of the cave people thought that Kraug and her squirtle patronus were gods, so they worhsiped her as one.

"If only there was some way to turn back time and then I could have a shot at not abandoning a socially retarded feral child with a bunch of cave people and then this would never happen," Harry mourned. Dumbledore still wasn't sure what to make of all of this time traveling cave men theory Harry was brandishing about the conversation. 'that doesn't make any sense,' Dumbledore thought, 'because if cave men could time travel they wouldn't be from the past anymore would they? they'd be time-men, i guess', he thought.

But he didn't have anymore time to follow through that tantalizing koan, for he had just realized that the solution to Harry's problem had been under his nose this verytime. The solution was too big to see all at once, that's why it didn't occur to Dumbledore until after he'd hung up on 'the snake' and went to repack his gravity bong. But after he had tucked into a good 'toke' he relaxed enough to see the big 'picture' as it were and he speedily dialed Harry's phone number...

Meanwhile, on the plane,

"Harry Potter speaking," Harry said upon answering his mobilephone. "Who is this I'm spekaing with please," Harry asked in the proper manner, his field trip to the uncouth America's already a foul afterodor of a disturbance upon his mental features, he was forgetting it nicely.

Dumbledore nearly had no idea what was going on, "there isn't time for all that Harry!" Dumbledore shouted through Harry's phone, reaching his ears.

Harry motioned for all the people bustling around him idly, it was 5 pm and a lot of people were finally getting around to going off shift for the evening and didn't care much one way or the other if they walked right on safely past you of bustled and bumped you around like a dimestore pumpkin on it's way to the fairgrounds because they were in a rush, not rude people over all, just busy, and a little ego-centric.

"What is it now old pal" Harry asked.

That's when Dumbledore knew the game was up, "you have to use magic, because you're a Wizard Harry."

"You mean I can use magic because I'm a wizard, Harry," Harry corrected, or at least he thought he did, Dumbledores bushy eyebrows contracted together to form a judgemental white caterpillar abovce his piercing keen eyes, he was sorely displeased it Harry was any judge of faces.

It turns out his is at that, because, "You idiot," Gandalf said, "don't you realize that you have magical capability and that capabilty enables you to eject the Kraug extremesists from the plane any way you choose!" Dumbledore had been cross when he had begun explaining but he had gotten caught up in the moment and that last exclamation point was genuine, he was such a good salesmen... he sold himself!

On his own idea that is, and that idea is that magic doesn't have to know any rules or limitations, he didn't elaborate too-too much on that though, because that rabbit hole leads right up to the path of 'disenchantment with Dumbledore' because he's manipulative. Because really he only ran Hogwarts to put rules and limiations on the magic that Wizards Witches and even Muggles alike were not so much capable but allowed to learn, and that way ensure that no one ever might match his magcial prowress... But , it looks like those days are all over and done with, because here, in his golden years nonethe less, when a man ought to be relaxing, he has found himself with his hands tied and unable to help a dear friend, a friend.. who must be let in on a secret.

And so Dumbledore told Harry everything he knew, that magic wasn't all about Luck Potions, Blast Ended Scroots, and Newspapers with GIFs instead of pictures, but black and white still, but that magic could be used to triumph of fell forces of evil and advance humanity, cure disaese, "and who knows," Dumbledore continued on silkily.