They had landed in a large stretch of open moor. Two wizards were there waiting for them. And it must have rained that morning, as the one was wearing galoshes with his tweed suit. The other was wearing a poncho. She could see another group of wizards heading over the dirt down the lane.

The wizard in front of them stepped back from the Dreemurrs in surprise, but recovered almost immediately. "Basil over there can get you pointed to your campsite, but we do need to be quick. Next group is in ten minutes," he told them, crumpling up the newspaper and tossing it in a box.

Asgore leaned forward, shifting his pack and peered at the large collection of discarded portkeys. "This looks like it's taken an awful lot of planning."

The wizard favored Asgore with an exhausted smile. "You don't know the half of it. I'll be glad when it's all over. Been most hands on deck for the ministry for the last week."

"But thank you for doing it," Asgore said, nodding deeply to him. He followed Toriel to wizard Basil to get directions to their campsite. Opal waved to Frisk as her family headed up to the path, "See you later!"

The wizard at the end looked at Asgore and Toriel, then down at his sheaf of parchment. "Dreemurr, Dreemurr," he said, running his finger down the list. "Ah, you're Roberts too, same as the Oxtobys. About a quarter mile up the lane," he pointed in the general direction. "But what's that star mean? Oh, right. You're prepaid. Means I have..." he walked over to a large bag resting on a stump, and pulled a small piece of paper. "Here's a map of your campsite," he explained. "Just keep an eye out for Mr. Roberts, the site manager. No need to sc, ah, shock him."

Frisk sighed. She knew Asgore would have rather joined those without magic, but this was the world they found themselves in. Asgore held it in. "Thanks," he said, holding out a large paw to shake.

The ministry wizard shook it and glanced at his compatriot, who held up three fingers. "Next group's in three, so if there's any last questions?" he asked, trying to smile and not quite overcoming the tiredness that was apparent on his face.

"Take care then," Toriel told him, gathering up the children. "hold up Sarah," she called out. "We're at the same site."

"That wasn't very much later," Asriel told Opal as they caught up, grinning at her. They talked among themselves as they crossed the slightly more than quarter of a mile, then while the Oxtobys had Mr. Roberts distracted, the Dreemurrs slipped behind his cottage and into the campsite proper. Asgore consulted his map. "Ah, we're over here. Somewhat near the center," he said, turning the map the right way up. "Not far now."

And that was a good thing. Frisk didn't mind the walk, she'd walked further in the underground, but she hadn't done it with a backpack this heavy. As they walked there were signs of the campground coming to life, people having late breakfasts, people talking about that night's match.

The Dreemurrs garnered a number of strange looks and stares as they headed to their campsites. The British wizards were somewhat restrained, many of them having seen the monsters at some point or another, whether it was in Diagon Alley or at the ministry. But it was another story with the foreign wizards, there were shouts of surprise and alarm when they passed some of them, while others simply stared or backed into their tents.

"Not right now," Toriel said, putting a paw on Asriel's shoulder as he looked like he was going to split off, and introduce himself to a particularly scared young witch. She was shouting in a language that Frisk thought must have been French, but didn't understand. "Let's get our campsite set up, then we can come back."

They found their campsite: a small stake labeled "Dreamer". Then there was a great hubbub as Toriel and Asgore unpacked their tent. "This is supposed to be easy setup?" Toriel complained as they hammered another stake in the ground.

"I think that they're assuming you're using human magic," Asgore said. "And even wizards aren't supposed to be using magic here. But that doesn't look like it's stopped at lot of people." It was a lot of work, and it took all five of them, but they managed to get the tent set up. Frisk looked at their accomplishment in confusion, this tent might have fit Asgore and maybe Toriel, and yet, it was supposed to be able to hold them all? She poked her head through the flap of the tent and was amazed to find what appeared to be a four room apartment, much larger than on the outside. There was even a bathroom. "There is a lot about magic I still need to learn," she said, walking fully inside and staring open mouthed.

"The camping shop called it an extra-dimensional space via the undetectable extension charm," Toriel said as the others walked in to look around. "It's a heavily regulated charm, but they're permitted to sell camping gear with it."

"Does it stay if the tent collapses?" Asriel asked, looking around in wonder. "Human magic can do so many things, I wish I could try it."

Toriel lowered her eyes for a moment, and Frisk felt a pang of guilt. She remembered that monsters had been forbidden from learning human wand magic. "I think so," Toriel sad. "But you may have trouble getting out until the tent is sent back up, so I wouldn't recommend trying it intentionally," she said, giving the three of them a warning eye.

"Well, we've got an oven here, and it's supposed to be undetectable to the outside, so that's how we can do our cooking." Asgore said, "But we're going to need some water." He consulted the map, "There's a faucet on the map here. You wanted to explore a bit, right kids?" he asked. "I've got some bottles for you to fill up."

Frisk, Asriel, and Chara unshouldered their packs, took the offered containers to fill. Asriel took the map, looking at it closely, and left the tent. "Do we have to go straight there?" Asriel asked the others, I wanted to go back and see if we could find those people that were so afraid of us."

"I was expecting you to say that," Chara told him, "Let's go." Frisk nodded her agreement.

They traced their way back toward the entrance, looking around for the young witch that had gotten their attention before. They got a better look at the rest of the camp at this point, as it was lunchtime and everyone else really was up and out now. There were a number of tents that were obviously not mundane in origin; some had multiple floors, some were adorned with chimneys or other things that made them look like miniature houses. But since the children were alone, they weren't attracting as much attention. "There," Asriel said, "that's her."

She was a girl about their age, with bright blond hair, and she was talking excitedly to an older boy with similarly colored hair. Asriel approached them, hands stuffed into his pants pockets, with Frisk and Chara trailing behind him. "Howdy," Asriel said, smiling at her.

The girl looked around, made eye contact with Asriel and about jumped about a foot straight backward, gesturing at him and speaking rapidly. The older boy turned, looked at Asriel, and took a step back as well. They were wearing both wearing sky blue robes that matched their crystal blue eyes. "Who... what are you?" he asked, his English heavily accented.

"Howdy! My name's Asriel," he said, "These are my sisters, Chara and Frisk."

The foreign wizard looked over at them, his eyes resting on the emblem on Frisk's robes: "Hogwarts? But they are human, and you are not. How is this possible?"

"We were adopted by his parents," Frisk said. Now that they were talking, the foreign wizards didn't seem as scared, though they were still wary. Apparently, the younger one's English wasn't as good, because she spoke rapidly to the person Frisk presumed was her older brother in French. "Do you also go to a wizarding school?" she asked.

"Oui," he said. "Beauxbatons, on the continent. But what are you?"

"A monster," Asriel said, "One of the ones trapped behind the Mt. Ebott barrier. My father, the king, was invited by the Minister of Magic to be his guest."

"I think my parents said something about monsters. I did not expect we would meet one!" he said. "I do not believe my friends will believe me." He paused, "Excusez-moi! I did not give you my name, I am Gerald, and this is Nikoleta. I am happy to meet you, Asriel, Chara, and Frisk. My sister was quite scared when she saw you and your parents," he thought for a second. "Is that why you have come, to see if she was scared and to introduce yourself?" Asriel nodded, and Gerald looked impressed. "Thank you. I think she was worried about not being believed."

"It was nice meeting you," Asriel said, "Dad asked us to get some water from the faucet..."

"Tap," Chara said quietly, at the foreign wizard's quizzical look.

"So we should be going," Asriel finished, glancing at Chara, who shrugged.

"You should go see where the Irish and Bulgarians are set up," Roland told them, "It is quite the sight."

With that advice, they actually did detour through the bright green Irish enclave. They saw a couple of Frisk's fellow students talking among themselves. "I thought the wizards were supposed to be keeping a low profile," Asriel said.

"Probably want to show off because everyone's here," Frisk said. "Let's go find the water." On the way back, they saw Opal again, who had been set up near the community facuet, and a few others that Frisk recognized. She introduced the others both to Walter Wilcox and Kevin Ducan, and went to look at the group of Bulgarians supporters before they returned back.

"Go visiting?" Toriel asked as they returned, "You've been gone for a while," but she was smiling. This had been Asriel's first chance to really socialize since coming up from the underground. "Did you make a good impression?"


They'd pulled one of the tables out into the summer sun and spent much of the afternoon playing one of the board games that Asgore had brought with him. As they were near the heart of the campsite, they had their share of visitors, many of whom Asgore knew.

There was Ludo Bagman, who was going to be commenting on the match that night. He had wanted to wager the match, but Asgore had turned him down. "Have to set a good example for the kids, you know." Chara and Asriel had glanced at Frisk. Both of them apparently remembered she'd wagered on snail racing. There was Barty Crouch, who came to drag Bagman away to actually work, and there was Fritz Filch. "Head of the newly formed Monster Wizards Relations Department," said Asgore, and in lower tones "And only member." But he had been pulled to assist with security, and had only been spotted running towards some sort of emergency.

As night began to fall, the gentle buzz of conversation grew louder and louder in excitement. Finally Asgore put their game away. "Well?" he asked, "Ready to see what Quidditch is all about?"

"Yes," Toriel sad firmly. "Anyone need to use the restroom before we go?" She asked, but no one did, so she led the children down the magically lit path toward the stadium. They were assaulted on all sides by concession sellers, trinket merchants, and all sorts of other loud sounds, and Asriel had sunk into his mother's side from all the cacophony.

"Can we buy some programs?" Chara asked, having to raise her voice to be heard over the noise. Toriel nodded, and passed some gold to the vendor, and received program magazines in return. Then they headed towards the entrance, where Asgore presented a witch with their tickets.

"Top box!" she said excitedly. "Prime seats, stairs are right there, all the way up!"

The stairs were right there, so they began to climb. "They took a whole year to build this," Asgore said, as they continued their ascent. There had to be hundred of thousands of wizards and witches taking their seats around them. And when they got to the Top Box... "Mr. Weasley!" he said, smiling.

Frisk got to her seat, and saw nearly the entire Weasley clan already sitting in the top box, along with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. "Ginny!" Frisk said, "You did get to come! I'm so glad." Ginny, along with her brother Ron, had put their souls on the line for Asriel.

"I did," Ginny said, smiling, and tapping the chair next to her. They sat down, the three children in the front row, with Asgore and Toriel in the back. The box filled over the next fifteen minutes or so. "And here he is, our benefactor," Asgore said, "Minister Fudge. Thank you very much for the tickets."

Fudge nodded in acknowledgment. "King Asgore," he said, "May I introduce the Bulgarian minister of magic."

The Bulgarian minister babbled something at Asgore, which Asgore took as a greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

"And that's Harry Potter," said Fudge, moving down the line. "You know, the boy who lived! You do know who he is, right?" The Bulgarian minister pointed and babbled something else, seemingly very excited. "Knew we'd get there eventually," Fudge said tiredly. "Ah! There's Lucius Malfoy!"

Frisk whirled around. She'd met Draco Malfoy, Lucius's son, a few times, and she wasn't particularly fond of him. But he was Chara's cousin, and that was her uncle. The uncle that had turned her parents in for being supporters of Voldemort. Standing next to him was a woman, presumably his wife.

"You've heard of the Dreemurrs, right?" said Fudge, "King Asgore, Queen Toriel, and the children, Asriel..."

"Ah yes," Lucius drawled, "I read about how they rescued Asriel. The unspeakables were involved, and it was all hush hush. Perhaps King Asgore can tell me exactly what happened."

"He knows he can't," sighed Fudge. "I'd like nothing better than to tell you, but we've agreed that it needs to stay within the Department of Mysteries. And you know their adopted children, Frisk and Chara..."

Lucius Malfoy turned white, and he gripped the handle of his staff. His wife paled as well, and fell into the chair that she was about to sit in.

The minister was oblivious to all of this. "Where is young Chara?" he asked.

"She said something about needing to go to the bathroom," Asriel said. "I'm sure she'll be back before the start of the match."

"Mother?" Draco asked, the first time Frisk had ever heard him sound concerned about anything. "Are you alright?"

"I haven't thought of her in years, Draco. Chara was your cousin's name, Uncle Jasper and Aunt's Annabel's daughter. We never found out what happened to her, after the Aurors came to get them. They never found the body. They never found the body..."

Draco looked startled. "I had a cousin?"

The Dreemurs looked at each other uncomfortably, but the minister had moved on, much to everyone's relief.


It was a Quidditch game, and that was all Frisk was willing to say about it. It was a good game, she understood that, and watching the chasers was really interesting. But the sportsmanship of the mascots was terrible, how this was supposed to be supporting international magical cooperation was something Frisk just didn't understand.

"That was really exciting," Asriel said, "They were so good on those brooms, especially that Victor Krum!"

"I've never seen anyone fly like that," Chara said. Chara had reappeared as soon as the Malfoys weren't paying attention to her any more.

"Did you not like your uncle?" Asriel asked her. "Did you not want them to know you're alive?"

"I just think it's safer," Chara said, "If they knew I was still alive, it raises a lot of awkward questions. And I don't know if my parents should know that I'm alive."

They got back to their tent, still talking about the match. Much like Frisk, Toriel had been disgusted by the mascots, though Asgore thought the game itself had potential. When they got back to their tent, they had some cocoa, and then turned in for the night. Or at least, they tried.

"Get up!" Asgore said urgently, and there was an unusual tone to his voice, anger. "There's something going on outside! Toriel, get up!"

Frisk stumbled out of the children's room groggily, Asriel and Chara behind her. "What's going on?"

Toriel looked about as awake as Frisk felt, but she gathered herself and joined Asgore outside the tent. When Frisk, and the others stumbled their way outside, they were presented with a terrible sight. The campsite was still lit, but a crowd had gathered and not far way, and above the crowd...

"Are those muggles?" Chara asked. She was right, the entire Roberts family were suspended in the air and... it was even worse than that.

"Those are children," Toriel said, and Frisk could feel the fury radiating from her voice. The only time Frisk had heard sound like this was right after her mother had attacked Flowey, right after she had fallen into the underground. "Do you think you can catch both of the adults?"

"Yes," Asgore rumbled. "Stay behind us, children. Are we striking them?"

Fire appeared around Toriel's hands. "Not if we don't have to." And, as if they'd been doing this all their lives, they charged forward, fire flying through the air. The masked individuals must not have seen them coming, because only some of them moved to dodge the attack. The flames licked towards the group of masked wizards, directly at the two in the center who stared at their oncoming doom; but the spells jinked in the air, missing them by inches.

At that, the wizards looked towards their attackers, just in time for one of them to be completely bashed aside by Asgore, and Toriel fired another bolt. As that happened, the spells that supported the Roberts failed, and they started to fall.

Toriel reached up, catching one of the two small children in her left arm, the other in her right. Asgore gathered Mr. Roberts, slowing his fall, and placing him on the ground. But Ms. Roberts remained falling slowly, her descent interrupted by spells coming from ministry wizards.

Frisk felt herself releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding. The masked wizards had scattered and disapparated, but at least the Roberts were safe.