Hello again readers! This chapter is dedicated to Nia, Cicero Williams, and loup-garoux!! You're all amazing and deserve cookies! gives freshly baked cookies

Also, in case any of you have forgotten, Krissy and I don't own Harry Potter... yet.

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"Well, who else is around here?" Becca asked, standing and looking around the clearing.

"We don't really know." Tonks said shifting slightly. "We've only been here for two days, Sirius for about two weeks. We haven't explored much since we got here."

"You've been here for two weeks and you haven't tried to get off this island?" Kris asked, astonished.

Sirius sat up. "Well, of course I tried, but the damn thing never ends."

"I see, well, how long have your excursions been to try and find the end of the island?" One of the girls asked, curious as to how the short little island could be so long to adults.

"The last time we went out was for about an hour, but it seemed longer for everyone else 'cept for me. I was the one throwing dungbombs and fanged Frisbees. You know, keepin' them all on their toes." A tall, red haired teen walked out of the forest. Kris and Becca's faces alighted in huge grins.

They quickly walked up to him, excitedly rambling as they went. "Well, the worst part was when Fred died, so depressing." Approaching him, the girls fell silent, keeping grins firmly in place.

Fred looked at the two and over to the wizards standing around the clearing. "Who're the new birds? Fellow witches on the good side? Or do we have to take them out with our specialty?"

Becca raised a brow. "Take us out? You must be joking!"

Kris laughed. "We're not witches, though we wish we could be. We were just snorkeling off the island here and decided to browse for something of use. I was accosted by Sirius here and Becca ran into Lupin and Tonks. We met up with Snape and then you walked in."

Fred's brows contorted in confusion. "Wait, so you know who we are?"

Becca nodded. "Yep, every one of you."

Lupin stood. "They said that they have books that document Harry's life since the day he turned 11. They knew how and where we died and what we taught. They even knew about our son."

Fred looked impressed. "Oh yeah? What's his name?"

Becca smiled. "Teddy, after Tonks's father. I'm sorry about him by the way."

Tonks nodded solemnly, fully accepting the fact that the girls knew about her life as intimately as Remus did.

"And they know about me being an animagus!" Sirius barked from the sidelines.

"Wow, you guys are good." Fred clapped his hands together and looked at all the others. "So, what's for lunch? I'm so hungry that I could eat a hippogriff."

"Lunch?" Snape hissed. "We're stuck on an island and you're worried about lunch?" He stood, his face rigid with anger.

"Well, we have to eat. If you don't like it, go back to your tree, you slimy git."

Snape started towards Fred, a look of pure hate in his eyes. Becca and Kris stood abruptly. "Guys, come on." Kris pleaded as she pushed a furious Snape back.

"Seriously, first years act better!" Becca snapped as she shoved Fred back.

Snape lunged forward, "If I had my wand, you'd be screaming in agony by now."

Kris shook her head. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" She gave him another shove. "Look around Severus. Who here is on your side? Tell me! Who?"

"I am." A deep, yet soft voice said from the edge of the trees.

All heads turned to look at the newcomer. "It cannot be!" Lupin gasped.

"Evening Remus, Nymphadora, Mr.Weasly, Sirius. Good evening Severus. And who are these wonderful girls?" The man asked, stepping forward.

Kris's mouth was hanging open and Becca quickly tapped her jaw to shut it. Kris's eyes widened. "D-D-Dumbledore?"

"Ah yes, the fact that I am here does play with the imagination, does it not?"

"Well, I erm guess you said yourself that there isn't much difference between what is dreamt and what is real. Also that whether or not it's real doesn't matter. Right?" Asked Becca, also in total awe at the sudden appearance of the man.

"Quite Right," Dumbledore responded as he regally stepped over to where everyone was standing in the clearing. "I trust you all got to this place in the same manner I did?" Everyone nodded, excluding the girls.

"We got here by canoe actually." Kris said. "Everyone's been trying to get off, but it seems to be a huge island when it's only a walk of about a half hour around the whole thing. I'm starting to think that we have to lead all of you out of here." Becca nodded in agreement and looked to the others to see what they thought.

After a moment of silence, Becca talked. "Oh yea, Fred, when we get back to our cabin we'll have some bacon and eggs and whatever else you want. Mom makes the best bacon." She grinned to him and laughed because he looked as though he was about to salivate all over the ground. "But don't start drooling until we get to the water, no one will notice then." She winked and nodded to Kris.

"Dumbledore, I think you should lead the way." She said, motioning him forward.

"It's headmaster, headmaster Dumbledore!" Her friend said in an almost silent undertone, giggling.

Dumbledore, who didn't seem to notice, or had pretended not to, was fixing his socks. Becca smiled and thought of what was supposedly seen in the Mirror of Erised. "One can never have too many socks," she whispered.

Everyone still looked a little dazed at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore; it seemed strange that he'd taken the longest to appear. Yet his ways were not supposed to be self-explanatory. Everyone gazed expectantly at him

So the group started out when all of a sudden a small brown thing leapt out of the forest and onto the path. He was about as tall as Dumbledore's knee, and just as spindly. There had to be about ten hats atop his head and a mismatched sock on each foot. Though both had to do with Quidditch. His huge eyes stared at them all, gazing in apprehension.

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