Title: Hey, Where Are the Kangaroos?

Authors: Silver Sparklze and The Great Muses

Summary: When Voldemort starts to wonder why Virginia Weasley managed to escape him so long ago, not only are Harry and his friends in danger, the rest of Hogwarts is too. So Professor Dumbledore hatches a brilliant plan to send Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the twins Fred and George, to the last place on Earth that Voldemort would ever look for them…Australia.

Chapter Title: Land of Eye-Jarring Halter Tops

Ash's and Telly's Notes: Telly: I'm sorry this has taken so long to come out!

Ash: It's all my fault. Wish I could blam the beta, but she's great. I lost the chapter, then my computer went boom, and I've only just managed to find the chapter again. I was too busy to retype it…or is it too lazy?

Reviewer Response:

JamieBell: Thanks; you're a great reviewer. Chapter 10 of Curse of Time is up too if you want to have a look at it.

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Celticas: thanks, glad you like it.

Australian Gurl: We're Aussies too, and we love writing this because we actually know about the places we're talking about. Ash: I've been to the church (you'll find out about that later), to Kia and Kira's house (it's based on a friend's), to the shopping centre, to the park, the cemetery, and the school is based on my high school.

ash vault rose garden: Indeed it is. Thanks, we're glad you like it.

Sage: Ash: ::laughs:: don't worry, some people don't know what pommy is. A pommy is someone who's English. When the convicts came to Australia they had P.O.H.M on the backs of their shirts (Prisoner Of His Majesty). From that, you get the word Pom. Say POHM, and that's how it sounds. Get it now?

Anonymous: We already have the draft finished, just gotta polish it up and type it.

Lianghwei: glad you like it. Here's the next installment.

Widz: Ash: Really? I did too for a while. Pennant Hills.

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Chapter 3

Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins headed for Dumbledore's office, all feeling rather nervous.

At the beginning of Harry's sixth year, Ginny had had a long talk with him, although Harry had been a bit – try extremely – reluctant at first. But Ginny had just kept talking until Harry began replying. Privately, Ginny thought it was the mention of the up-coming croqueting competition between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and Harry's prowess at the art that had tricked him into talking. It was a good thing too, since Ron and Hermione had gradually become closer throughout that year, until they had finally admitted their feelings, and started dating. This had sometimes had the effect of making Harry feel like a third wheel, something that Ginny had tried to correct by keeping him occupied as much as possible. So she'd had ulterior motives, mainly that she could gaze at him without him noticing. She didn't think anyone would have be-grudged her that. Much to Ginny's delight, and the rest of the school's consternation, Ginny discovered that Harry had a mischievous streak which matched her own. This had caused the duo to become pranksters rivaling in expertise to Fred and George, and the Marauders!

Ginny was pulled out of her reverie when the group reached the gargoyle that sat in front of Dumbledore's office.

Harry spoke the password, and they all walked up the stairs and into the circular room.

Moments later, they were standing in front of the headmaster, waiting for him to speak. The venerable wizard continued to read the papers in front of him, finishing each one and stacking it neatly before looking up and smiling at them all. "Ah, good. Now…where did I put that paperwork? I'm sure it's here somewhere…" Dumbledore rummaged through his desk, and finally emerged with some rather official looking documents; written on…was that muggle paper?!

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look.

"Now, the reason I called you here-"

"Professor, if this is about pansy Parkinson being turned into an ostrich on the train at the end of last year, Ron and Hermione had nothing to do with it," Ginny said hurriedly, "it was all Harry's and I."

"No, Miss Weasley, this has nothing to do with Miss Parkinson's…unfortunate accident, although I'm sure you'll be glad to know she is no longer plunging her head into imaginary holes, "

Harry and Ginny winced.

"At the slightest sign of danger. What it is about, well…" Dumbledore paused, "Harry, you know you are in trouble regards Lord Voldemort,"

Ron and Ginny flinched.

"Unfortunately, Severus is no longer as trustworthy, so far as Voldemort, is concerned, and our newest spy is not yet high enough to be of much help, especially where your assassination is concerned. However, he has discovered one thing. Voldemort has decided to come into Hogwarts and get you himself."

"But Professor, that's not possible!" Hermione cried, "…is it?"

"Unfortunately, Hermione, it is." Dumbledore said gravely. "While Voldemort was at school, he was a great student, and very curious. He found many of the passageways into and around Hogwarts, some that not even Argus Filch and I know about. Some that not even Sirius and Remus most likely know about, although he'd be a bit hard-pressed to find more than a couple. Therefore, it would be quite easy for him to kidnap Harry."

"Not going to happen." Ron growled.

Hermione and the twins nodded.

Only Ginny didn't. "Are you crazy?!" she yelped.

"No, Ginny, I can assure you that my sanity is indeed up to scratch, contrary to popular belief," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled for a moment before becoming grave again. "But is Harry is to remain here he will put not only his life at risk, but the rest of the castles' as well."

"Oh," Ginny responded, going pale. "What are you going to do?"

"Send you all away."

"You are crazy!" Was followed by,

"Over my dead body!"

"What has that go to do with us?!" Fred asked. "Not," he hastily added, "that we wouldn't do anything for Harry."

"Actually, Mr. Weasley," talking to Fred, "it would be more likely to be over Ginny's dead body. It seems Voldemort is suddenly very interested in how, and why, Ginny managed to escape his clutches during her first year, and why he was able to hold him off for so long. He wants to figure it out."

The Weasleys went pale.

"You mean to say Voldemort is after my sister?" Ron said incredulously.

"We're screwed." George said faintly.

"Although I am not aware of the meaning of that particular colloquium, I am sure it is not appropriate. Aside from that, you are not 'screwed'. Once Severus has told Voldemort that you have run away, he'll spend all his time looking for you, and the castle will be safe. It won't be for long," Dumbledore added quickly, seeing their protests, "just for a few terms, and the holidays. Just until Voldemort trusts Severus and our newest spy."

"But what about school?" Hermione protested, "We'll fall so behind!"

"On the contrary, Hermione, I would never allow that to happen. You will, of course, be sent schoolwork, and be expected to do it, and send it here for grading. However, unless you need to use magic, we would prefer you didn't, it will attract Voldemort's attention, since we are sending you to a place where there are no magical people, not to mention the MOM wouldn't be very happy."

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked.

Harry listened eagerly, although he already suspected.

"To the last place that Voldemort would ever look…Muggle Australia."

Kia looked out of the car window down at the Yarra River glumly. "Remind me again why we are wasting a perfectly good Saturday in Melbourne of all places," she said, turning to face Kira, "when I could be finishing off my painting of the shack?"

Kira rolled her eyes. "Dude – Chadstone has this massive back-to-school sail going on. Every store will have at least 20% off, if not more. Let's face it; you've had those folders since year 7. If anything, I'd think you had some sort of…emotional attachment to them or something. And you need new clothes."

"WHAT?!" Kia shrieked.

"Kia. Keep it down!" Their mother ordered.

Kia shifted uncomfortably. "What ever happened to not caring about your appearance? That if a guy only liked you for your looks, he wasn't worth it?" She demanded.

Kira rolled her eyes. "Well…think about it. They're English, right? What about Orlando Bloom?"

"What about him?"

"He's English!"

"Is he? Cool. Look – not all English guys are cute. Seen Mr. Bean lately?"

"Ok, ok, I get it, we can cut out the new clothes. But we do need new school books."

Kia looked as if she was having second thoughts. "Actually…clothes shopping ain't such a bad idea…"

"No. Way."

"Come on, Kia, it suits you!"

Kia looked around, and lowered her voice. "Over my dead body." She hissed, stalking into the change room and whipping it off, shoving her own t-shirt back on just as quickly, then shoving the top into Kira's arms, "Put. It. Back. Now."

"Alright, alright, settle," grumbled Kira, putting the orange and blue halter-top back on the rack. She was regretting ever offering to take Kia shopping. The slightly more conservative, shyer redhead was so difficult.

Kia grinned. "Remind me not to let you be in charge of the clothes that I'm going to wear at my funeral," she joked, "I might end up pushing up the daisies in a blue and orange halter-top."

Kira's bad mood vanished, and she laughed at the image of a skeleton wearing the halter-top.

"Let's break for lunch," Kia suggested, heading out of Sportsgirl, "how anyone can shop for four hours straight is beyond me, but 2 and a ½ is just fine."

"Oof!" Was Kira's response as she bumped into a person and went flying, her numerous shopping bags tipping their contents all over the startled redhead.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" Kira removed a rather short skirt from her face, and glared at the teenager responsible for her current position.

"Do I look like I'm alright?" she demanded, having recognised first the voice, then the person.

Kia helped her up. "Perhaps you should look where you're going, Paul." She spat, eyes flashing. She didn't like Paul Cummings any more than her twin did, for all they'd been best friends in Nursery School. Now was a different story.

"I couldn't, Kia, sweet," Paul said smoothly, "I was too busy looking at your beautiful sister. Pity you don't have her looks."

Kia rolled her eyes. "We're identical, you arse."

"Well, she sort of…shines with a light you don't have, I suppose. Probably why she gets the guys and you don't."

"Say another word about her and I'll knock you into next year." Kira snapped, "and don't look at me."

"I can't help it, you're so beautiful."

"And I s'pose you except me to say 'gosh, he's looking handsome today', and melt into a quivering puddle of hormones?"

"It'd be nice." Paul shrugged. "No, seriously, don't. I've gotten enough of that today. 'Oh, he's so cute!' 'I wonder if he has a girlfriend!'." He mocked, pulling a face. "Man, don't you girls realise that half the time we can hear you?"

"Well, that means you'll hear every word of this," Kira said sweetly, "I despise you. Keep your pretty blue eyes, your styled hair, and your cute arse the f away from me."

"You think I have a cute arse?" Paul asked, looking delighted.

"You know you do. Now leave before I rearrange that Hollywood-worthy face of yours into something that not even your mother could love."

"But I just wanted to have lunch with you, Kira." Paul protested

((snorkle, I just love alliteration))

"Sorry, my schedule's full. 12 o'clock; lunch with Kia, 12.30, beat high score on Death Row, 1 o'clock, boy-scouting and bargain hunting on the boardwalk, I can't keep putting that off, then 1.30 time to head home. Perhaps another time."

"Come on, surely you can blow off your sister. I mean; you won't get too many chances to go out with me." Paul grinned, and both of the twins had to restrain the urge to slap him; hard.

"Word of advice, the way to a girl's heart is not by dissing their sister." Kira snarled.

"And if you ever talk about me like that again you'll be spitting teeth for a month." Kia added. They stormed off.