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   "Whoa."

   "What a rush."

   "I liked the fireworks, frog-boy."

   "Interesting."

   Adam smiled…the first smile he had actually given towards anyone besides Rocky.

   "Indeed, Adam, that was an educating experience," Professor Dumbledore added. Harry glanced up, seeing the Professor watching Adam with a similar expression he saw whenever the Headmaster watched him.

   "Um, sorry to sound stupid, but what were all those colours at the end?" Ron questioned.

   Rocky grinned slightly. "I could cover this," he said, sparing a glance to Adam. "From what I can see of your personalities, those were the colours you'd be most suited to if you became Rangers. The blue and red of mine was my old colours, as well as Adam's old green and black."

   "What did the colours signify, Professor Park?"

   Hermione. Of course.

   "Let's see…Professor Dumbledore was white. That's technically the leader, and generally is the traditional white warrior. Little if any darkness. Hermione was pink and blue…pink is caring, usually gets kind of overlooked or pushed to the side but is a good conscience for the rest, and blue is usually the scientist."

   Ron snorted slightly, drawing Adam's attention. "Yeesh…um, purple and yellow…we never had any purple, but from what I've studied, purples usually get what they want, any means necessary. Have a tendency to see too much into things; and usually fight with their friends more than their enemies. Yellows are a more masculine form of pink, but are usually quite a bit more mentally relaxed, and get attention because of one outgoing trait. Silvers and golds…" Adam whistled. "Never seen together before. Quite the individual, Harry. Silver is a mystic colour, seen as white touched with darkness. Second most probable to be turned from good to evil, besides black."

   "Encouraging," Harry muttered, thinking of the seemingly never-ending battle going on with He-Who-Can't-Be-Named.

   Adam flashed another rare smile. "Very. Ironically enough, gold is the least likely colour to be converted to darkness." He stared at Harry, who shifted uncomfortably.

   Dumbledore broke the next silence. "Very well. But who is this Scorpina, and what does she want with you?"

   Adam sighed, jumping up to sit on the teacher's table. "She wants me. In a Hermione-wants-Ron kind of way."

   Ron raised an eyebrow. "She wants to slap you?"

   Adam said nothing. Hermione was matching Ron's hair with more and more colour in her cheeks.

   Harry coughed, drawing Ron's attention. He nodded slightly towards Hermione, who was studiously checking her shoes.

   Ron's mouth formed a perfect O.

   "Teachers know these things," Adam said, glancing at Rocky.

   "Ow."

   "Sorry Harry," Seamus said quickly, flying overhead. Harry smiled in acknowledgement, leaning his head back on his laced fingers once again. Right next to the Quidditch pitch was probably not a very good idea with a game going on; the Bludgers didn't know and didn't care whether you were in the game or not.

   "Mind if I join you?" a quiet voice asked. Harry opened his eyes curiously, and saw Rocky standing over him, blocking a little of the sunlight.

   Harry inclined his head to the ground beside him. "Sure."

   Rocky lay down, and they lay in silence for a few minutes, staring at the sky overhead, the occasional person flying overhead on broomstick.

   "How do you like Adam?" Rocky asked out of the blue.

   Harry started slightly not expecting either a noise or the question. "He's cool."

   "That's not what I asked," Rocky said, the hint of a smile in his voice. "I asked did you like him."

   "Yeah, I suppose."

   Rocky nodded slightly.

   "Is he…different now, to when you knew him?" Harry questioned.

   Rocky was quiet for a moment. "I think he grew up a little, but too much." At Harry's confused look, he shrugged. "Adam already was an adult when I knew him. He needed to be more immature. I don't know whether who he is now is a good thing or a bad thing."

   Harry nodded. "Sounds a little like Hermione. She takes things a little too seriously for how old we are. That isn't healthy right now."

   "I thought that sounds a bit more like you." Harry glanced over sharply, but Rocky was still staring at the sky.

   "How does he sound like me?"

   Rocky raised an eyebrow. "You're the Boy-That-Lived, Harry. Even I know that. You've faced Voldemort what, five times? And you've won each time."

   "I wouldn't say won."

   "A friend once told me that in combat, there is no such thing as a fair fight. You have the outnumbered and weak, and the majority and strong. You know who wins?" Rocky questioned.

   Harry shrugged.

   "The ones that doubt they will but keep fighting." Rocky glanced over and watched him. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

   "It's alright to doubt things, Harry. The only thing you can't doubt is that there will be good in the end."

   They remained in silence.