*shyly waves* Hi guys, long time no see.

First off, I want to apologize for taking so long to update. I never meant for this to happen but life outside the internet comes first. Secondly, I got swept up in other fandoms and didn't have any motivation to work on the fic. And third, this chapter is very short because this is all I can muster at the moment.

OMG! I JUST REALIZED THAT THE FIC IS ONE YEAR OLD! YAAAAAAAAY! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the following franchises or their characters. They rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling and William Joyce.

This can't be happenin' is what runs through Bunny's mind upon seeing the flashily-dressed human. He strengthened the wards just minutes ago and somehow this pommy bastard is in his home.

Not letting his guard down, he hops over to the wizard and sizes him up.

"I believe yer in the wrong place, bub."

"Actually, I am most certain this is the right place," Dumble-whatever answers back with a twinkle in his eye. "Are you the Easter Bunny?"

"No, I'm the frickin' Easter Kangaroo." Thank goodness Jack isn't around to hear that. I'd nev'r live it down!

The wizard gives the Pooka a look-over. "Hmm, I always imagined the Easter Bunny to be jollier."

"Yer thinkin' of Santa, the happy fat guy with the adorable reindeer," Bunny sarcastically remarks.

"Santa Claus is real as well?" The twinkle sparks even more.

Why ya— "How'd ya get in here?!" he snaps, his patience quickly dwindling.

"How is young Harry? Doing well I hope?"

Bunny grits his teeth at the mention of his son. "Ya best be leavin' now."

To uphold the threat, several egg sentinels rally behind the Guardian, their stone heads sliding to their angry faces.

Dumbledore is unfazed by the warning. "I did not come here looking for a fight, only to chat."

Bunny scoffs and hops away, stopping briefly to pick up his boomerangs. "I have nothin' to say to the likes of ya. Scram."

"Will Harry be joining us at Hogwarts?" he continues.

"What's it to ya?"

"Well, it would such a shame to squander such talent our boy possesses without the proper guidance."

In a blink, Bunny towers over Dumbledore at his full height. He irately glares at the wizard, teeth bared.

"Harry is my boy, not yours," he hisses, "and he is goin' to that screwy school 'cause I've never seen 'im so excited and if ya ruin it for 'im, you'll regret it."

Dumbledore is silent for a brief moment. "I am only interested in Mister Potter's best interest."

A long ear twitches. "It's Bunnymund, not Potter."

The wizard raises an eyebrow but says nothing. Instead, he clears his throat.

"Surely we can settle down and discuss things."

"There ain't anythin' to discuss. Yer lucky I let you stay this long. Now get."

"Very well," Dumbledore reluctantly says. "However, should you need assistance—" He reaches into his robe's pocket and pulls out an old dented coin "—please use this."

"A ruddy coin?"

"To most, yes, but it contains a magic which will bring you to Hogwarts. The trick to use it is—"

"I'd rather shave off all my fur and run starkers across the Pole than set foot in that place," Bunny snorts.

Dumbledore pockets the coin and deeply sighs. "I am curious on why you hold such hostility toward the magical world and yet you yourself use magic too."

"Mine and yours are completely different for one, bub, and two…you wizards are always causin' trouble for us!"

The wizard's puzzled expression spurs the Pooka's raving.

"Do ya even know how much pain that crazy drongo caused?! For eleven years, there was no hope or wonder, no happy memories or pleasant dreams. Children were too terrified to have even the tiniest bit of fun because of him!"

Dumbledore remains quiet, eyes clouding in sympathy.

"My friends and I are charged with protectin' the ankle-biters and we couldn't do squat but give whatev'r help we can and helplessly watch the world spin outta control."

There are other things Bunny wants to say—Tooth cried every day, North rarely smiled, Sandy almost disappeared from overwork—things the wizard should know—And for me, spring was nev'r the same—but he holds his tongue in fear of what his emotions will lead him to do.

"I am deeply sorry for what happened, Mister Bunnymund, and I know my apology is not much, but sending Harry to Hogwarts is for the best.

"And if I can get past your defenses, so can a dark wizard."

Bunny takes a deep breath. "I don't understand why I can't teach him."

Dumbledore gently places a hand upon the Pooka's shoulder. "It is as you said. Our magic is different."

I don't know when I'll update next. It might take a while again.