It was now spring of 2005 in the Main World and the spring after the diphtheria epidemic in the Balto World. The team and the five of us had regrouped in front of Balto's home. Before we went up to greet Balto and Boris the other three Superwolves and I gave a quick explanation of the last half of our sixth year at Hogwarts.
Harry explained most of what he learned from Dumbledore's lessons, about Voldemort, starting off as Tom Riddle, setting up Horcruxes: splitting your soul and putting part of it in a physical object. This was why Voldemort was immortal, because you can never die as long as the Horcrux remains intact! And not only that, but Voldemort had made six Horcruxes! There were now only four left though, because Dumbledore found one – a ring that belonged to Voldemort's grandfather Marvolo – and destroyed it. Harry unknowingly had destroyed another Horcrux, Tom Riddle's diary, during our second year. Three Horcruxes would've actually been destroyed – the third one being a locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin – except the locket Harry and Dumbledore found hidden in the cave and guarded by enchantments and Inferi (sort of another word for zombies) was a fake, someone with the initials R.A.B. got the real locket and replaced it. Now Harry's mission – along with Ron W, Hermione and myself – was to seek out the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them.
"Well that won't be too hard with Dumbledore's help." Fred pointed out.
The five of us – including Selena – suddenly looked sad.
"Dumbledore's…dead." Hermione said sadly.
"WHAT?" The Superwolf Friends cried.
"Snape killed him! The Killing Curse…!" Ron W sobbed angrily.
The Superwolf Friends gasped.
"I knew that greasy haired long nosed slimeball couldn't be trusted!" Sirius said angrily.
Most of the rest of us snorted with amusement. Lily however just looked sad and shocked, but none of us noticed.
"Very funny Sirius…." I smirked. "Oh, Selena! Lets tell them about our new power!"
"Oh right!" Selena nodded.
"What power?" Harry asked – the other three Superwolves, you see, didn't get this 'new power'.
"Well, it's an ability that Selena and I got from a potion that Boss gave us a while back." I explained.
"We now have morphing powers!" Selena said excitedly.
Boy, did the team and other Superwolves look shocked.
"Morphing powers? Into what?" Sheen smiled excitedly.
"Well, first I better explain that Selena and I have a limit: we can't turn into anything live action or into food." I said. "Okay Selena let's give them a performance!"
"All right lets give them a show!" Selena agreed.
First we transformed into our old school forms: me a pearl colored dragon and Selena a phoenix. Then we went for Halloween creatures, I first turned into a skeleton….
"Uh…what happens to your organs when…?" AJ asked awkwardly.
"They end up inside the bones." I explained.
Numbuh 274 (I know, I know, we still hadn't given him an official name yet!) chuckled.
"You look like a twin of Jack." He joked.
The rest of us laughed.
Selena then turned into a werewolf. I then turned into the creature from the Black Lagoon, which quite a few members of the team were startled or impressed by. Selena then turned into a vampire, because we can also make ourselves immune to the usual things that harm Halloween creatures! I then turned into a ghost and Selena turned into a mummy. Then we surprised everyone by switching from Halloween to imitating other characters! I picked Scooby Doo and Selena picked Dot from the Animaniacs…we could even do their voices! I then picked Roger Rabbit and Selena picked Roger's pal Benny the cab. We also did a line from the Who Framed Roger Rabbit movie: "Benny, is that you?" "No, it's Shirley Temple!" Everyone laughed. Then Selena and I picked it up by turning into literal versions of expressions: I turned into a living banana and split in half…well actually I was a toon version since toon versions of food were loopholes. Meanwhile Selena turned into a cookie and crumbled into pieces. Everyone was really laughing and enjoying the performance, but Selena and I didn't want to do this too long so we just finished up with an expression routine:
"You know, I always wondered why they called a monkey wrench that." I said, actually turning into a wrench that looked like a monkey.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle!" Selena laughed, turning into one.
We were all laughing by this point. After we recovered, we went up into the boat and got a surprise: Balto was still sleeping! And by the looks of it….
"Looks like Balto's having a nightmare." Numbuh Five noticed.
Suddenly Boris waddled past us with a pan of water and a frown.
"Hi guys, pardon me." Boris said bitterly. "BALTO! VAAAAKE UP!" Boris yelled, drenching Balto with the pan of water.
"Huh? What? What?" Balto gasped, very startled. "What-what's the matter?"
"The matter is you vere having dream again." Boris replied.
Balto shook himself dry, soaking Boris.
"*Aaak!*" Boris covered himself with his wings.
"So what if I am?" Balto retorted. "It's just a dream."
"Ha! This 'just a dream' is keeping you from a decent sleep," Boris pointed out. "And if your eyes get any droopier, you'll have to keep them open vith toothpicks."
"Boris, they'll stop drooping if you'd just go away and let me get some rest." Balto replied, nudging Boris away gently with a paw.
"Vrong, you von't be getting any rest, not vith that dream hanging around like…dark cloud."
"*Sigh*, I hate it when you get dramatic." Balto muttered.
"How else to reach you?" Boris pointed out. "I'm telling you boy-chick if you keep having same dream again and again, it means something."
"Boris, dreams don't mean anything they're just *yawn* dreams." Balto said as he started to get up.
"What kind of dream have you been having?" Scrappy asked.
As Balto explained, in his dream he's running along a sheet of ice so large that it looks like the ocean froze over. He's running because he's trying to get a way from a raven, which keeps following him with caws. The dream slightly varies, each time, but basically Balto has to stop before he runs into an ice wall that just forms in front of him, then he has to keep his balance as the ice breaks and reveals the water underneath it. Then he notices a wolf pack and tries to run towards them. The dream's ending varies every time, depending on what wakes him up, but the thing that remains the same is that he never makes it to the wolf pack. After Balto ended here, he also looked as if he ended discussing the dream in general, so we kept quiet about it…but not Boris….
"Now, you guys wanna come with me?" Balto asked as he leapt off the boat. "I have to go check on Jenna."
The team and the five of us nodded and followed, though we were a bit confused. Check on Jenna about what?
"Of course I come," Boris replied to Balto's question. "I'M NOT FINISHED NAGGING YOU YET!"
Well, most the team and some of the five of us certainly groaned at that. Eventually, we started to near a totem pole.
"So, if dreams mean nothing then vhy does it always have raven and pack of volves huh?" Boris continued. "Vhy not pickled herring?"
Well that certainly disgusted the rest of us.
"Because herring would be in one of your dreams, not mine." Balto pointed out.
"Precisely! Raven and volves happen only to you." Boris suddenly gasped. "Balto! Look! There on totem pole is raven and volf!"
"Calm down Boris." Balto replied. "There's also a fox, a wolverine…"
"Oy, such scary creatures." Boris remarked. "They should only live and be vell…far away from me."
"…And a bear and a caribou." Balto finished. "They're just wood carvings Boris."
"Yes I know, I know, humans use them to tell stories, but of vhat, I don't know." Boris said as he scratched his head. "Balto, maybe seeing raven and volf on totem pole is making you dream something very important."
"Like what?" Balto asked, suddenly interested.
"Like something you forgot, or maybe something you are supposed to know."
"Look Boris, all I know is that the totem pole marks the shortcut to Jenna's, and that's good enough for me." Balto said, quickly losing interest.
"Oh boy, stubborn, *ach!*." Boris complained.
We walked through the streets, and at one point a white Scottie dog that none of us – except for maybe Balto and Boris – had ever met before ran towards us with excited barks. He then accidentally bumped into Balto and flipped backward onto his stomach.
"Oh, there you are laddies," The Scottie said, still barking excitedly. "I've been smelling all over for you."
The Scottie then started bouncing around with excited barks.
"Vould you stop vith the bouncing and make vith the talking?" Boris complained. "I'm getting dizzy!"
"The stork has landed, I repeat," The Scottie continued barking excitedly. "The stork has landed!"
"Jenna?" Balto said to himself. "Jenna!"
Balto leapt over the Scottie and ran ahead, with the Scottie not too far behind. The rest of immediately knew what that meant: Balto and Jenna had pups! Well, almost the rest of us knew….
"Vhat stork? I thought ve vere talking about raven." Boris said, confused.
I jabbed him in the stomach to wake him up.
"Oh boy, that stork." Boris said, finally getting it. "I'M COMING BALTO!"
Boris and the rest of us ran in order to catch up with Balto. The Scottie barked the whole way, only stopping after he bounced in a circle in front of a shed that was connected to Rosie's house. The Scottie then froze in a guard like pose, looking proud of himself, and Balto smiled at him in an amused way. Balto then opened the door and gave a slight gasp.
"Hello Balto." Jenna smiled, resting in a box with her pups.
Balto gulped, looking both nervous and emotional.
"Well come in, they don't bite," Jenna smiled, amused. "At least not yet."
Balto entered and approached Jenna and his pups. The rest of us however waited outside near the doorway.
"Oh Jenna, they're…they're so beautiful, just like you." Balto said emotionally, nuzzling Jenna.
That's when they noticed that only one of the pups had Balto's markings.
"And you." Jenna smiled back.
"Look at me," Boris said, emotional. "I'm an uncle."
The Scottie then appeared at the doorway with more of his excited barks, and Boris, annoyed, kicked him aside! Shocked, I raced behind everyone else and grabbed the Scottie with my muzzle before he could hit the ground. I then gently set him down.
"Thanks lassie!" The Scottie smiled, barking excitedly as he rushed off.
The team and the five of us then glared at Boris, who grinned sheepishly.
Time passed as we played with the pups after they became old enough to leave the shed….