From Ollivanders, it was on to Madam Malkin's to get fitted for new robes. Through it all, Chara held on to her wand, not saying anything. But once inside the robe shop, it was a much better experience this time. Madam Malkin had relaxed over the year, and was talking pleasantly with Asgore and Toriel while measuring Chara for her Hogwarts robes.

"I remember reading about these two in the Daily Prophet, the Unspeakables were involved, right?" She asked, indicating Chara and Asriel. "But if they were, you can't talk about it, can you?" She laughed.

"That's right, I'm afraid," Asgore told her.

"There you go, dear," she told Chara, and turned to Frisk, "Did you want me to let out the robes a bit, Frisk?" Chara moved to take a seat next to her sister.

"Can I go next?" Asriel asked. Madam Malkin turned to him in astonishment. "Are you going to Hogwarts too?" She turned to Asgore for confirmation, and spotted the silver emblem on his suit. "Is that the Order of the Merlin?"

"Yes," Asgore said, his voice betraying his slight embarrassment. "For what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. The minister presented them earlier this afternoon."

"Oh, I read about that too! The Daily Prophet buried that story a bit, didn't they?" she rambled, starting to measure Asriel, "A monster at Hogwarts, that's going to make some people upset."

That got Frisk's attention, and everyone else's as well. "What do you mean?" Toriel asked.

"The usual suspects," Malkin said. She considered Asriel for a moment. "I think we'll go with the lighter fabric. Otherwise, you might be warm with your fur." She glanced up at Toriel for a moment. "You know, the 'purebloods' first lot. The old money aristocrats. The Lestranges and the Malfoys for example."

Chara froze, staring up at Madam Malkin for a moment before staring down at the floor. Frisk reached out to take her hand, but it was still gripping her new wand, so Frisk settled for placing her hand on Chara's shoulder. She could hear her sister whispering, "My name is Dreemurr," repeatedly to herself.

Asriel was good, he remained still, as Madam Malkin went to find appropriate robes to start with, but Frisk could see his eyes lock onto Chara. Toriel was about to sit next to Chara on the other side, when Malkin returned and dressed Asriel into new robes.

Asgore quietly took Toriel's place next to Chara, and put a large paw out on the armrest between them.

"How do I look?" Asriel asked, though his voice was subdued, and he kept sneaking glances at Chara.

"You look good," Toriel told him, fussing gently with his collar.

"You are your own person," Asgore told Chara. "Do not worry about what other people say. Do you remember what your mother told you, the day you woke back up?" Chara nodded. "It's still true."

"Thanks, Dad," Chara whispered, slipping her hand under his paw, finally releasing her death grip on the wand.

Frisk did want her robes let out a bit, and then there was was dress robes to be obtained for some unknown purpose. When they were finished in Madam Malkins, and headed back out onto the street, there was a brief check of the time. "We said we'd meet the Oxtobys at six. It's five fifteen now," Asgore said.

"That's enough time to get the books done, I think," Toriel said. "Flourish and Blots," she said, leading the way. It wasn't the only bookstore in Diagon Alley, but it was the one that carried the textbooks they needed. It was a much calmer store this time around, as the huge cage carrying 'The Monster Book of Monsters' was gone.

They gathered three copies of the standard book of spells, a grade two edition for Frisk, copies of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them for Asriel and Chara, and new to all of them, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. "This must be for the new Defense teacher," Frisk said. "I heard some people wondering if the headmaster would hire a vampire this year."

Toriel stopped in her tracks, staring at Frisk with a horrified expression.

"I think she's kidding," Asriel said.

"Or at least they were," Asgore said, chuckling. When they finally headed to the checkout counter, where they poured out a veritable of avalanche of books.

"A second year and two first years?" the weary clerk asked. "You must be busy!"

"They're good kids," Asgore said, "But there is a lot to keep track of."

"You know," Toriel said, with a mischievous note in her voice, "What if I needed a copy of the monster book..."

"Special orders only!" the clerk exclaimed, wide eyed and horrified. "Though," he continued, calming down, "After that skeleton came through, and showed us how to handle them, they're not that bad. They're still awfully territorial though, so we're not stocking them."

"Skeleton?" asked Asgore.

"Papyrus," confirmed Frisk. "It's where the watchbook in your greenhouse came from."

Asgore withdrew his coin pouch to pay the total, and the clerk separated the books into multiple bags for carrying. When they got back out on the street, he looked at his phone, then at the group. "Dinner?"

He led the way back towards Gringotts, down a stairway beside what seemed to be a travel agency, and in to a large open restaurant. Several tables, many occupied by monsters, were spread throughout the space. The Snowdin Dog Patrol was in the back left corner, playing poker again. In the opposite corner, four wizards were setting up and testing instruments. At the bar in the back, currently working on the grill, was Grillby.

"I'll push a couple of tables together," Asgore said, setting the bags down, and heading into the mix.

"Didn't you hear us calling?" asked a voice from behind them. Frisk turned around, and the Oxtobys were there, all of them carrying their own bundles of packages. Frisk couldn't help but notice a long flat package that almost certainly contained a broom.

"Sarah," Toriel said, smiling. "Come, let's get seats."

The children segregated themselves, but were compelled by their parents to order first. The menu was written in large script on the wall. "I've never seen so many types of hamburger," Opal said. "Isn't there anything else?"

"You've never had burgers like Grillby's," Frisk promised, though memories of wasted Grillby burgers from the loops danced in her memories. "And try some of Grillby's Fries, as well." They had to go up to the counter to order, and Asgore allowed the Oxtobys to go first, at least in part because Asriel hadn't decided yet.

When they came back, the Dreemurrs went up to place their own order, with Frisk ordering a "Garlic Grillby". Asriel wrinkled his muzzle at this, but didn't say anything. Asgore took a small little order number and they went back to their seats. The band started playing. It was a light rock sound, emphasizing the lead guitar, but there was also a keyboarder, a drummer, and a brass instrument that Frisk didn't recognize.

Opal was waiting for them when they sat back down. "I didn't get a chance to ask you at the world cup," Frisk told her. "What was it like, playing Rugby with non-wizards?"

As expected, this launched Opal into an enthusiastic explanation of the game of rugby, her teammates, and highlights from the games she played it. "Rugby sounds like a pretty violent sport," Asriel said. "And you play it with boys?"

"Don't think that I can't dish it out because I'm a girl," Opal said proudly. "And it's not like we're trying to actually injure each other. It's just a game."

"Still, I don't like to see people getting hurt," Asriel said. At that point, the food arrived, and the conversation paused as people started to eat. "Did you enjoy the world cup?" Asriel asked.

"I did! And wasn't that Krum an excellent flier?" Opal asked. "It's too bad the Bulgarian chasers were so outmatched, or that could have been an excellent match."

"You still intend to try out for the Hufflepuff team?" Frisk asked.

"Of course," Opal said. "Both Malcolm Preece and Tamsin Applebee graduated last year, so there's two slots at chaser, and beater Anthony Rickett graduated as well."

"Not going to try for seeker?" Chara asked between fries.

"Cedric has that sewn up, and he deserves it. He's also the captain of the team," Opal explained.

"Chara?" Frisk said, glad to hear her speaking up. "Would you want to join a house team?"

"What?" Chara asked. "Uh, sure. Probably."

"What position?" Frisk pressed.

"I always thought I would end up being a beater, but I'd go wherever," Chara said, "What about you, Asriel?"

"Wouldn't that be something?" Asriel asked. "The first monster in Hogwarts invited to play on a quidditch team?

Opal choked on a mouthful of cheeseburger. She swallowed quickly. "I'm sorry, did I just miss something?" she started to ask, but was interrupted.

Asgore was up at the podium, talking into a microphone. "Excuse me, everyone. We have an announcement to make. Our son, Prince Asriel, has been invited to be the first monster at Hogwarts Academy." He continued on, making a very similar speech compared to the one Fudge made earlier that day, and concluded with, "And nobody post this to Undernet until Toriel finishes hers!"

"In celebration," the guitarist of the band said, "We'd like to perform a new number for you tonight. We're calling it Hopes and Dreams," and they picked up with an energetic beat.

"You okay there, Frisk? You look confused," Opal said, "I thought you'd be excited to tell us about it."

"I swear I've heard this song before," Frisk said, "But I can't think of where."

"That's funny," Asriel said, "I was thinking the same thing."

"But you're going to Hogwarts! That's amazing!" Opal said, distracting them from the music. "Hey, I wonder what house you'll be in."

"What house?" repeated Asriel, and Opal gave him the rundown of the four houses that Asriel and Chara would soon find them sorted in. "Oh," Asriel said, "I hadn't thought about it. I'd want to be in Gryffindor, with Frisk."

"But it's up to the sorting hat," Frisk said, and explained the process. "It's able to pull thoughts and memories from you to help determine where you should be sorted. And there's good people in all of the houses, you'll do fine wherever you end up. I'm sure of it."

"But you'd rather have him in Gryffindor, right?" Opal teased.

"I'd rather have him wherever he would do the best," Frisk said firmly. "But I wouldn't mind if he found himself in Gryffindor," she said, as Asriel blinked at her. "What about..." but Chara had that haunted look in her eyes again. "You're afraid you'll wind up in Slytherin, aren't you?"

Chara didn't respond. She didn't have to, Frisk could see it in her eyes. If she had to guess, she would bet that her parents were in Slytherin. It made sense, Draco and his father were there, and it sounded like the other Malfoys had been similar.

"You've changed," Frisk reminded her. "You will be fine. And anyway, there's good people in all of the houses. You remember Steven, don't you?" Steven Marsh had been Frisk's potions partner last year, and one of Asriel's rescuers.

"I guess," she said, studying her remaining fries.

"Are you about done?" Asgore asked. "We still have at least one more stop to make before going home tonight. "We need to get potion and herbology supplies for Asriel and Chara, and it's starting to get late." Finishing their food, and saying goodbye to the Oxtobys, the Dreemurrs collected their shopping bags and headed out into the warm summer night, and found their way to the simply made Apothecary.

The apothecary looked almost like a muggle candy shop. There was all sorts of bins with everything from flobberworms to dittany bottles and dragonscales. Along the back wall, there was a supply of cauldrons. There were also prewrapped packages for the incoming Hogwarts students.

They weren't the only customer in there, though. Another Hogwarts student, a largely built boy in Slytherin robes with a fat looking face stared at the Dreemurrs. Frisk recognized him as one of Draco's 'bodyguards', but didn't know his name. He was accompanied by a tall, proud looking man who must have been his father.

"Good evening," the proprietor said. He looked at the collection of Dreemurrs, "The standard Hogwarts package?" Asgore responded affirmatively. "How many?"

"Two, and do you need anything, Frisk?" Asgore responded.

Frisk shook her head, still trying to remember the other student's name.

The proud looking man studied the Dreemurs for a moment. "Surely not," he said, forcing a horrified tone to his voice. "Has Hogwarts standards fallen so low? Is that not a violation of the wand ban?"

Asgore and Toriel pointedly ignored the man. The salesman put two prewrapped bundles on the counter. "You're actually going to serve... that thing?" he asked.

"Their gold spends, Mr. Crabbe," the proprietor said, "and I'd appreciate it if you don't pick a fight in my shop. I've had a long day as it is."

"Then maybe they should remember wand magic is for humans. It's bad enough that they have mudbloods infesting the place, but to open it up to the nonhumans? That is simply too much. Come, Vincent. We shall get your supplies in a place that doesn't open itself up to riff-raff," he turned on his heel and marched out the door. Asgore's dagger-like gaze followed after him. "Maybe I should send you to Durmstrang to finish your education, even if your mother thinks..." though the door shut, and Frisk never did hear what his mother thought.

"I can't say we were not warned," Toriel said. She looked to be about to say something to Asriel, but decided against it. "Let's make this the last stop tonight, Asgore. I can come back and get their last few things, there's still a few days before school."

"That's a good idea," Asgore agreed. "I apologize you had to witness that," he told the shopkeeper, as he reached into his coinbag.


The ministry had shown up to take them to King's Cross that year. It was probably a sensible precaution, as there was no way between heaven and earth that Toriel and Asgore were going to let Chara and Asriel go off on their own. It had just about killed Toriel leaving Frisk alone the first time. Which was good, because the rain was coming down at a pretty good clip.

The car they were driven in must have had the extendable charm on it as well, as it was much bigger on the inside as it was on the outside. This meant there was room for three adults, including their driver, three children, and three children's Hogwarts equipment. "I wonder if we can get this for Papyus's convertible."

"I wonder if he'd want it," Frisk said. "He takes such pride in that car."

Once at King's Cross, Asgore, Asriel, and Toriel all had to wear long cloaks with disillusionment charms on them through the non-magical potion of King's Cross. It was a bit of extra work to go through, but it was worth it. Just like it had been last year, the Hogwarts express was surrounded by hundreds of students, and even more parents and well wishers.

This time, Frisk was not alone. While word had gotten out about Asriel's admittance, today Toriel and Asgore were seen as just other parents. And they were just like other parents too, crying over their first years leaving home for the first time, and they had only had them back about six weeks.

They saw any number of people as they made ready to board the train, Mr. Lovegood and Luna, the Marshes and Steven. There was Ms. Weasley, trying to corral four of her own children, along with Harry and Hermoine, along with two other apparent Weasleys that Frisk didn't know.

"And if you get in trouble, Asriel, don't worry about it. You are a student, just like any other. It'll happen. We're not expecting you to be perfect. Don't believe anyone who says otherwise."

"With that said," Asgore said, "don't go looking for trouble. From what Frisk has told us, at Hogwarts, trouble tends to come looking for you."

Asriel didn't blush, not that Frisk could really tell with the fur, but he was wrinkling his nose, embarrassed from all the attention his parents were giving him.

"And Chara, you will always be our daughter as well, no matter what house you end up in," Toriel added. Then, with one last hug, the children were set free to board the train. They loaded their trunks and picked out a compartment.

"I'm really on the way to Hogwarts," said Asriel as the train departed the station. "I still can't believe it." Frisk grinned, looking out the window at the rain coming down.

Luna, Ginny, and Steven joined them before too long, they brought news of a mysterious 'Something' that was happening this year at Hogwarts. "Bill and Charlie wouldn't stop teasing me about it," Ginny reported.

The train soldiered on to the rain, off to the Scottish highlands that held the school for both new and returning students.