(A/N: Oh my... I wasn't expecting such a positive response... O-o; I was expecting to be beaten over the head with a blunt object until I lost consciousness, and then burned at the stake. But here I am, back for another chapter! Standing for truth, justice, and everything against Army Rules'n'Regs with a broomstick in one hand and a martini in the other!

Oh, and Brummie-Babe - I know that they can't apparate off the Hogwarts grounds. That's why I said they came out of Hogsmeade. :D )

Remus looked stunned.

"And another thing - you walked into a group of muggles and asked them the year, and were the hell you were. Didn't you think they'd find that a little strange? I hope to God that you three know a decent memory charm, or else you'd be in a serious situation right now. You probably are already, with your Ministry!"

The four looked guiltily down at their feet.

"Hawkeye... do you know what's going on here?" BJ's eyebrows were knitted together with the utmost confusion, and Charles looked like a fish out of water as he tried to fit together a coherent string of words. Hawkeye stopped, and the look on his face showed that he had nearly forgotten altogether the presence of his tentmates.

"Well, I might as well tell you, seeing as how in a few minutes you won't remember anything past Charles' promise to ruin our lives in any way possible..." He turned around and took a deep breath, explaining it all very quickly.

"These kids are wizards. Well, except the girl, who's a witch. As this young lady here made it known a minute ago, they're all in their third year at a school of magic. Most likely Hogwarts, one of the most prominent schools of witchcraft and wizardry to have ever been established anywhere in the world... anyway, they've just performed a very complicated spell which, by law, they're forbidden to do until they're sixth years or above. They've managed to transport themselves from someplace in Britain to here, luckily without splitting themselves in half between the two places."

After a moment of silence, BJ burst into laughter and Charles gave him a look of pure loathing. "Hahaha... you're a funny, funny man, Hawk... very cute. Seriously, though, where'd the kids come from? They shouldn't be here. They could get hurt."

Hawkeye looked very annoyed. "BJ, I'm serious." He brushed a strand of black hair out of his face and turned to the young wizard behind him, Remus. "Can I see your wand?" With a slight bit of hesitance, Remus handed his wand to Hawkeye, who pointed it at the first thing he saw. "Accio glass" He said quickly, and BJ nearly had a heart attack as his martini glass zoomed out of his hand and into Hawkeye's.

"See? Real wand, real magic." He pressed the wand back into Remus' hand and turned around to face the others. "Now, about that memory charm."

"Wait, Hawkeye... you're saying that all of this is real?" BJ asked. Hawkeye rolled his eyes, annoyed - he couldn't believe this was happening. He just wanted to erase their memories and get it over with. "Does that mean you're a... warlock... too?" BJ looked as though he hardly dared to believe that any of it was true, but wanted to all the same. Hawkeye's cheeks reddened. "Wizard." He said shortly "And no, I just... er... I mean.. well..."

"I know you!" The last boy, neither James nor Remus, spoke up. The redhaired witch elbowed him sharply in the ribs and said "Don't talk to him, Sirius! We're in enough trouble as it is!" But he was tugging on James' sleeve excitedly. "Oh sod off, Lily. James, that's Ben Franklin Pierce! Horrible Hawkeye! We read about him in 'Wizarding World's Greatest Pranksters', remember? Him and that fella... John Xavier."

James' mouth fell open.

"He went to that American school.. Chrailston's, or something like that. Nearly burned the entire school down, once!" He ran up to Hawkeye, speaking with great reverence in his tone. "How did you learn that spell you used to turn the inside of your school upside down? You were only a first year! And hey... what was the incantation?" Lily dragged him back, as Hawkeye felt BJ and Charles' eyes on his back.

This would not end well.