Harry sits atop of the rocks, watching over the large family below. He was the unofficial leader of this odd group. He shakes his head and looks over his now 5 year old son who was playing with a 4 year old Lily. He smiles at his children and ruffles their hair. He chuckles as they yell at him to stop it. The scar on his arm was tingling. And he didn't like the feeling. It worried him. Something was about to happen.
"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!" Ronny climbs up the rocks frantically. "Uncle Harry. Dad says you better come down, quickly." The 8 year old reaches over and picks Lily up.
Harry blinks at his young godson and nods. He scoops James up and hurries down the rocks. He jogs inside the tattered parachute tent. "What? Is something wrong?" He eyes each person. They all had unreadable looks on their faces. He hands James off to Hermione.
Ron blinks and steps aside. There sitting on Fred and George's work table was a midnight black owl. It held it's leg out to Harry. "It's an owl. Do you know what that means, Harry?" Ron whispers.
Harry nods and takes the letter. He unrolls it and begins to read:
Dear Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Ron, Lavender, Fred & George,
If your reading this then it's a good sign. Your still alive. You have no idea how worried we are. Please owl us back.
Albus Dumbledore
(Headmaster of Hogwarts)
Harry looks at the date. "It was dated more than 4 years ago if our calender is correct. Is everyone ready to go home?" He asks in a whisper as he strides over to his old duffle bag. He takes out a feather that he collected several years ago from a very odd looking bird. He then takes out his ink container. He dips the feather into the ink and begins to write a reply.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
We all are doing great. Our plane crashed onto an island more than 8 years ago and we've been here since. Everyone is healthy. All 12 of us. We look forward to seeing everyone again.
P.S. Sorry about the lateness. We only now got the owl, if you can believe that!
With our Love,
Everyone
He then rolls it up and attaches it back to the birds foot. "There you go. Take this to Professor Dumbledore and please hurry." He sends the bird off. He then turns to everyone. "We're going home." He whispers in amazement. He picks Hermione up and swings her around then does the same to James and Lily who just giggle.
Everyone had giant smiles on their faces when they went to bed that night. Even the children who had grown up listening to tales from their parents pasts. They looked forward to seeing this magical world that they've only dreamed about.
Meanwhile the owl was making great time. It landed inside Dumbledore's empty office just in time for sunrise. It perched on the arm of his chair waiting for the old man to return from the welcoming feast. It was the beginning of another year.
Dumbledore sighs as he makes his way up to his office. He eyes the black owl as he steps inside and removes the letter from its leg. He begins to read and his eyes widen. They were alive. But wait. Twelve? There was only 8 of them. He wonders who the other 4 people are. He rushes out of his office and down the stares. He had people to contact. He could now trace the location of the missing children. It was the beginning of a very good year.