Asgore turned toward Mr. Roberts. The human stared at the monster, too scared to even run. "What's going on?" he asked, swaying slightly. "Who... what are you? Where," he looked around frantically, "Where's my wife? Where are my children?"

"It's okay," Asgore said, taking Mr. Roberts hand in a large paw. "Your wife is right here," He continued, helping up Ms. Roberts with his other paw. He stepped backward letting the Roberts see each other. "Torii?" he asked.

Toriel had put down the larger of the two children, a raven haired girl of not quite Frisk's age. She looked shaken, but not completely terrified. The other child was a boy. He couldn't be older than preschool age. He was sobbing uncontrollably, and Toriel was rocking him in her arms. "You're safe, you're safe" she repeated. Toriel finally looked up when Asgore called to her a second time.

Ms. Roberts was standing right beside the monster, mutely holding her arms out to Toriel. Toriel gently handed over the young boy. Ms Roberts embraced him, starting to cry. Toriel moved to comfort her, putting her arm around the human's shoulder.

Asriel, along with his siblings, approached the older child, who had moved next to her mother. "Howdy," he said, giving a nervous smile, "Are you okay?"

She was breathing quickly, her brown eyes had gone wide at the sight of the monster. "I think so. But what is that?" she asked, pointing over the forest that bordered the campsite. Frisk turned around, and stared. The girl was pointing into the air, at a giant, gleaming, green skull hovering over the forest, staring down towards them. This was not a pleasant looking skull, like Sans or Papyrus had, but a proper death's head, with emerald colored lights glittering from sockets, and a snake protruding where a human tongue would have been.

"No!" Chara said, recoiling backward, "It can't be! He's gone!"

"Chara?" Frisk asked, looking toward her sister, the fear in her sister's voice sending a shiver down her spine."You know what that thing is?"

"It's his symbol," Chara said, her eyes wide and her voice quaking. "It's the dark lord's symbol. Those people in the masks, were they Death Eaters? I thought they'd all been sent to Azkaban, or killed."

"We should leave that be," Frisk whispered. "At least around her," she nodded at the girl still in close with her mother.

"What, oh, I guess. You're right," Chara said, swallowing and looking around, noting the Roberts presence again.

"But what are you?" she asked Asriel, perhaps not registering any of that. "Are those," she looked at Asgore and Toriel, and stammered out again, "Are those your parents? Was that... magic?"

"I'm a friend," Asriel said firmly. "And yes, those are my parents, Asgore and Toriel. They saw what was happening, and they came immediately. You needed help. And yes, that was magic," he admitted.

"Magic is real," she said, falling silent, staring out at the campground.

A few minutes later, ministry wizards rushed up to them. "Step back from them, please," said the lead one, a balding older wizard in officious tones, "We need to modify their memories." Toriel looked up sharply at this. "It's for the best," The wizard said. "They'll be better off they don't remember this trauma. "

"What?" the girl said, looking up wildly, "Magic exists! I've always wanted magic to exist!" she tugged at her mother's pajamas. "Please, don't let them do this!" When her mother didn't react, she turned pleading eyes to Asriel, and then Toriel.

Toriel looked down at the young girl, "Do you have to?" Toriel asked the wizard, gently.

"It could lead to a breach of magical security," the wizard said. "Yes, I have to."

Toriel knelt down, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I will be right here, I will make sure nothing happens to you, my child."

Behind her, multiple wizards raised their wands, and Frisk could hear them call out 'Obliviate' almost as one. Beams of light blue light flashed forward past her into all four of the Roberts family. Frisk could see her mother closing her eyes, taking a hold of Asriel, and pulling him out of the family's line of sight. The wizards hurried forward to the dazed looking Roberts family, escorting them quickly back to their house at the edge of the campground.

"Asgore," Toriel said, "Please get the children back to bed. I'll be right back," she said, following behind ministry wizards.

"Please," Asriel said, staring up at his mother, "I want to go with Mom," he sounded more shocked now then he did before.

"You heard your mother," Asgore said. "Come, let's get back into the tent. I don't think there's anything else going to happen tonight. But you don't have to go to bed just yet, I'll make us some tea, and we can talk about it."


Frisk woke back up as the sun was coming up. Asgore and Toriel was already awake, as was Chara. Though Frisk didn't think her sister looked like she had gotten much rest, and she had been awake when Frisk had dropped off to sleep. Asriel had been awake too, talking to Dad, but he was still snoring away now.

"Asgore's been up to look at the Portkey line," Toriel said, fishing a small carton of milk out of an icebox, and producing a few travel boxes of cereal. "They're prioritizing the ministry wizards. They've got a lot of extra work with the riot last night, so several them are going into the office. We have to wait, so we might as well relax for a little bit."

They were eating breakfast when a tap came at the tent's flap. "Come in," called Asgore.

A squared-jaw witch with graying hair and alert blue eyes swept in the room. "Ah, my apologies, Mr. Dreemurr. Is this a bad time?" she asked, looking over the family seated at the table.

"Ah, not at all, Madam Bones," Asgore said. "Take a seat, and make yourself comfortable. You've met my wife Toriel, I know," he continued, "and these are my children, Frisk and Chara. Asriel's still asleep. Frisk, Chara, Madam Amelia Bones is the head of Magical law enforcement."

"Thank you, and I'll keep my voice down," she promised as she pulled up the remaining seat to the table, though Frisk wasn't so sure, Madam Bones's voice seemed to default to pretty loud. "But Mister, Ms. Dreemurr," she continued. "Can I ask you for your statement of what happened last night?

"Certainly," Asgore said. It sounded like he'd been expecting this. He went over everything they saw the night before, from the sight of the Roberts in the air, to the appearance of the Dark mark, and the obliviating of the Roberts family. Toriel added her own comments as well. Madam Bones had taken out a quill, and was making notes. During this time, Asriel woke up, and came to join the rest of them, sitting on the floor.

"I just have a few things I'd like clarification on," Madam Bones said. "I'll start with the long shot. Did you happen to recognize any of the wizards in the masks that had assaulted the muggles?"

"Sadly, no," Asgore said, and Toriel nodded her agreement. "They were wearing masks, and too far away. They disapparated when someone actually stood up to them."

"Or when they saw the mark," said Madam Bones, tapping the quill on the parchment. "Didn't think you would, but I had to ask."

"Did they catch who ever conjured that?" Chara asked, her voice small.

"No. The only thing they found there was a house elf with a stolen wand," Madam Bones said, shaking her head. "Like an elf is going to know how to cast a mark by a bunch of blood purity psychopaths. But Ol' Crouch is going to fire her anyway, I think. Pity." She glanced at her notes. "There was just one more thing, what prompted you to charge in like that? You weren't actively working security."

Toriel's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying we shouldn't have helped?"

"Not at all," Madam Bones clarified, "But I want to know if there was a specific thing that made you act."

"The children," Toriel said. "There were two helpless children just hanging in midair, spinning like tops." She focused the law enforcement witch with a steely gaze. "I'm not going to stand for anyone hurting children. Human," Toriel looked at Chara and Frisk, "Monster," she said, looking as Asriel, still sitting on the floor, "Or anyone," she looked back at Madam Bones.

Madam Bones looked at Toriel speculatively before scratching another note onto the parchment.

"Why are you asking?" Frisk asked, wondering if her parents were about to be in trouble with the ministry.

Madam Bones turned to peer at Frisk, then at Toriel again, then set down her pen. "The minister has been surveying his top officers about monsters. I was thinking of how the other magical races would have dealt with this. If it's not their family, and they're not ordered to help, house elves don't lift a finger. Not that they're insensitive," she explained quickly, "but they're that focused. Goblins look for any profit, if they don't see any, they write it off as wizards business and don't get involved."

"Centaurs," she continued, she paused in thought. "Probably don't interfere, as it's a human matter. Maybe some of them might have, they're very protective of their children as well, foals, if you would. Maybe. They'd think of it as proof that humans aren't to be bothered with. Trolls, if they're smart enough to know what's going on, might just join in. But if they're around, they've probably been hired, and do whatever they've been paid to do," she shrugged.

"But you two, you've shown your colors. And you managed to do it without hurting anyone, and without causing further damage." Madam Bones smiled. "I heard how the fire magic dodged around the person who couldn't get out of the way. I'm not sure I'd have shown the same mercy myself, but I can certainly understand people who do. And you stayed with them afterward. There's a lot of wizards who respond to trouble by disapparating away from it, and you run towards it."

"Thanks?" said Toriel. Frisk tried to work out if that was something to be proud of or not.

"It was meant as a compliment," Madam Bones said, "I hope it came out as one," she stood and offered her hand out to both Toriel and Asgore, who shook it in turn. "I've got a ton of paperwork to do now, and, oh. If you want to report in about forty five minutes to Basil at the portkey point, they'll be ready to send you home." Asgore stood and walked Madam Bones out of the tent.

"I wonder what that was all about," wondered Asriel aloud.

"Not sure," Asgore said, as he came back inside, "But if we want to make the time, we'd better pack up."

But as they were packing and taking down the tent (which was much easier than set up), they were approached a second time. "Hey there," said a middle age wizard, as he approached what was left of the Dreemurr's camp. "I'm Kikis Trecus, I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet. I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about last night. At least, if Rita Skeeter hasn't scooped me yet, has she?" he asked, looking around, as if expecting her to pop out of the one remaining nearby tent.

"Uh, no," Asgore said, a bit flustered, his hands full of tent poles. "I'm sorry. I'm kind of busy, I have a portkey to catch."

"I'll talk to him, Asgore," Toriel said. "If it'll be only be a few minutes, Mr. Trecus?"

"I'll be quick!" he promised, as they stepped off to one side. "You see, I'm normally the sports reporter, but since I'm right here for the cup..."

"Come on, kids," Asgore said. "Let's get those packs loaded..."

The Oxtobys met them at the point. They looked shaken, as Mr. Oxtoby didn't use magic himself, but otherwise unhurt. "Be kind of a relief to get back to work and get my mind off of this," he admitted. They arrived back on the secluded park in Devon; the Oxtobys headed back to their car; and the Dreemurrs began the long walk back to their home.

"Well, that was certainly something," Asgore said as they piled around their dining room table for lunch. "You know, I never even asked what you all thought about the match."


They didn't think much about the incident for the next day when the mail came in. "Torii?" Asgore said. "Did you subscribe us to the Daily Prophet?"

"No, but Kikis said he was going to send us a copy if his article got published," Toriel said, stepping into the kitchen as the kids were having pancakes.

"Ah, think we got two then, one must be yesterday's," Asgore said, holding up the first paper that read, in giant capital letters, "Scenes of terror at the Quidditch World Cup!" Asgore skimmed it briefly. "Mentions that we took the lead, but mostly seems to be raking the ministry over the coals. Was this... no, Rita Skitter." He folded it back up, and took the other paper that had been delivered. "Ah, yes, this is more interesting. Nicer to the ministry, and yes," he held up a black and white picture of Toriel, blinking in the sun, captioned, "Monsters take the lead in assisting muggles." "Says we were, 'Backed up by ministry law enforcement and obliviators.'."

"Buried in the middle of the paper," noted Toriel. "After the previous day's panic. Makes one think about how much they care about getting the story right, or if they just want to sell papers. But this explains all the posts on UnderNet hoping we were safe. I thought Alphys was going to have a heart attack."

As she was speaking, a second owl came in, dropping a total of three letters on the table in front of Asgore. "Lots of mail today," Asgore noted, taking the first letter, turning it over in his hand. "Ah, Frisk, this is for you," he said, passing it over to her. "And, Chara, one for you. And the third one must be for you, Azzy," he said, handing the others out.

"Go ahead and open yours first, Frisk," Asriel told her.

Frisk did, slicing it open with her pocket knife. "Oh, I think it's my list of school supplies," she said, pulling out the piece of paper from the envelope and looking down it. "Dress robes?" she asked. "What could be that for?"

"Oh, about time. Sarah said Opal had hers before they left for the cup," Toriel said, holding out her paw for the list. "She wanted to know if we wanted to go together."

Frisk had handed her pocket knife to Chara, who slit open her own piece of mail. She drew the parchment out, "It's an acceptance letter. For Hogwarts," but Chara didn't sound thrilled. "Do I have to go?"

"Chara," Asriel said, his eyes wide, "Don't you want to go? It's an honor to go, right? Don't you want to be a wizard?"

Chara didn't look at the letter, she was looking directly at Asriel. "I don't want to leave you again. It was a bad idea the first time. And... and if I go to Hogwarts with Frisk... who stays with you?"

Frisk swallowed. Did she want to continue going to Hogwarts? She didn't want to leave Asriel or Chara behind. Not like that. There was silence at the table, as another post owl silently swooped in through an open window, depositing a large envelope in front of Asgore.

"You can have time to think about it, Chara," Toriel said gently, "For the moment, why don't I take that list of schools supplies, so it doesn't get lost?"

Absently, Asgore took out his own letter opener, slitting the envelope that had just arrived for him, and took out an official looking document. Frisk had caught a glimpse of the Ministry of Magic letterhead. He looked it over, his eyes growing wider and wider, until he finally let out a gasp.

"Asgore?" Toriel said sharply, turning to her husband, "What's wrong?"

"Azzy?" Asgore said, ignoring her, "Have you opened your letter yet?" he looked away from his own piece of parchment. "You need to, right now."

"Dad?" Asriel asked, looking at his father. "What's wrong?"

"Right now!" Asgore repeated, his voice a mixture of awe and urgency.

"Chara?" Asriel held out his hand for Frisk's knife, and slit the letter open. Frisk and Chara both craned their necks, trying to see what had made their father so excited. Asriel blinked at it disbelievingly. "I thought," he whispered. "I thought they said we weren't allowed... because we weren't human."

"You weren't allowed to what?" asked Frisk, though realization, and impossible hope, had begun to well inside her.

"I've been invited to study at Hogwarts," Asriel said in wonder, the hands holding the letter were shaking with excitement. "I'm going to be allowed to learn wand magic."