The sun was glaring down on the residents. The British citizens seemed to have set up a shooting range of sorts. They placed 4 small tables they charmed to stay in place regardless of weather. Around 100 yards out, they hung 4 biodegradable sugar jars; upon the bullet striking the jar, it will burst leaving small sugar pieces that will melt away in the rain.

Merle had a great idea to use air-soft guns to improve on aim without wasting ammunition. Currently, Harry kept the thought of using magic while shooting to himself so his friends could work on their natural aim in case somehow someone magically incapacitated them. As expected, the twins are spot on. George was better at moving targets, but Fred was better with still targets that were further away.

Draco, on the other hand, was struggling. He doesn't understand how to hold a handgun in a way that won't knock him over with its strong kickback. He would shoot, and his whole body would jolt back, causing the bullet to go off on an odd path. It was frustrating Draco beyond belief.

"I don't bloody understand," Draco scoffs while he stares at the others shoot with accuracy. "I just don't get how you nubbins know how to hold them if you were raised magically like myself," he continued.

"We weren't. Fred and I would sneak away to an arcade growing up, so we know the basics." George commented as he rubbed his blonde friend's back.

"To be honest, we still didn't get it until George was lost in an American's large breasts and wallet a few years back," Fred winks at his identical brother. "Nearly called her Mommy in front of me after she took us shooting when we visited her home state to research muggle pranks"

"She was Mommy. You wouldn't understand man"

"No, some women are making my mommy issues sore," Luna commented, unashamed of her sexuality.

"Never say anything like that in my presence again, little moon. You would never do such a sinful thing"

Neville nearly threw up his breakfast when he overheard his sister's comment.

"If it makes you feel better, it took the brothers two days of intense training for me to be able to aim a gun," Harry announced to his magical friends with no shame.

"Not everyone was raised to be hunters. There ain't no shame in it," Daryl tries to help soothe Draco's sore ego.

"No shame, No Gain, brothers" Merle pats the smaller blonde back before snatching the toy gun out of his hands and replacing it with a real one. "Your magic is an extension of yourself, yeah? so is your gun. The bullets will go where you want them to be," he continued as he widened Draco's stance with his foot.

"If it helps, the stance you take before you throw your knives is almost the same one you will shoot in. The only difference is a slight curve of your body to protect your organs," Harry finishes the teaching as he nods at his blonde brother to shoot.

Draco shoots and is amazed it semi-went where it needs to go. His footing must not have allowed for any movement from his upper body.

Over the next few hours the hunters worked with the foreigners to ensure their safety against the revenants with muggle weapons. When everyone shot somewhat where they needed to be the group swapped to each of the seven teaching their wartime speciality. Everyone was in high hopes after they all embarrassed themselves in front of each other.

There was no judgment, just love and support. Everyone lost it when Draco flipped Merle over his shoulder, causing a high-pitched yelp to tumble out of his mouth.

"Okay, that's enough of that; we should have dinner," Luna sputters out mid-laughter.

"Everyone help me clean up so Ki is not angry at us," George comments while collecting the bullet casings with his magic. The large family spent the next few hours ensuring the meadow looked even better than when they arrived. The last thing they need is for Goddess Ki mad at them.

They cleaned until the sun went down, and they entered the tent to prepare dinner.

"We got some leftovers for dinner. Is that alright with everyone?" Neville asked as he exited the butler's closet. He carries 4 different containers of food from the last few meals.

Fred snagged them and brought them to the stove to heat up for everything.

"What are we going to do with the tent when we are with other people? All 8 of us can't just enter the same tent."

"Well, we can, but the muggles can't," Luna jokes

"Maybe each room can be a tent, each with a hidden door?"

"One large tent and bunk beds that hide the rest of. the house from muggles"

"Just spell them away from us"

"Why not try to rough it out like the muggles" Were thrown about the room, trying to figure out their plan.

"We are living in the lap of luxury right now. We should probably try to fit in with the muggles. Each room can be a door here would leave too much logistically open. Do muggles have absurdly large tents?" Harry thinks allowed trying to consider how they hid during the last war.

"They call it glamping," Daryl comments while looking at Harry directly in the eyes. "Us muggles won't question an oddly large tent, but tactilely it's a pretty dumb fucking idea"

"How would we separate everyone then into smaller tents? Equally and fairly." George pipes questionably up from the corner of the kitchen as he attempts to draw out who goes where.

"Obviously, the siblings in a tent each. The twins get one, and the Dixons the other. That leaves us Luna, Draco, Harry, and myself" Neville points at the sheet George drew on.

"4 of us could be in the same tent, or we could separate 2 and 2," Draco interjects at the same time Fred pipes up from the stove, "Luna and Harry have very different sleep schedules than Draco and Neville."

"Okay, so we have the groups. Do we have an equal number of tents?" Harry rubs his face thinking about the catalogue he mentally took of the place.

"Well, there's 2 magical tents; this one and the one the rest of ye brought from wherever ye came from. There are 3 muggle tents that are from Dixon Mechanics, so we only need 2 more muggle tents or no more if we use magical," Merle states with full confidence.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I just heated up leftovers. Three deer bacon sandwiches, 2 rice pilafs, 1 fat ass pancake, and 2 hunks of animals I do not know the origin of," Fred continues as he runs his eyes over the freshly heated plates by the stove. "We need more than that to sacrifice, so does anyone have any favorites before I send Draco in to raid the icebox?"

No one wanted the bacon sandwiches, and there was almost a fistfight over the last pancake. They settled the difference by agreeing that the three dishes would be the sacrificial meal for whoever they chose.

Draco was sent into the food store as the rest debated on who would get what tent. It was unanimous that they would not use the magical tents, so they would group up in the meantime.

Neville, Draco, and the Dixon brothers in one. Then Harry, the twins, Luna, and Charon in another. They figured both Luna and Charon would bounce around to whoever had the most space or whoever's sleep schedule was closest to theirs.

They would keep an eye out for three more tents while they raided nearby shops.

"Okay, so since we figured out the tent situation, what about the supplies? We can't just have a billion of everything we need." George once again questions the group.

"Probably have one bottomless bag and then some muggle ones, so it won't look bad," Fred replies to his brother whilst shrugging

"We can have the icebox be bottomless and leave it in the car since it has solar panels," Luna whispers, "Like a fridge in a box... what are they called.."

"Luna, those are called coolers- good idea" Harry squeezes her shoulder in support even with her lack of muggle vocabulary

"Eat what we have and only share the non-obvious things," Interjects Draco as he carries a ziplock bag filled with frozen hamburgers.

"The weapons and library can be kept secret. Maybe the magical things can be in a community pouch like the bag post, but just for us," Neville wonders as he heats up some water with his magic to defrost the burgers.

"I don't know, we should all carry magical things on us, but gods forbid we get jumped or something. They shouldn't be able to the goods to out us," Harry worries aloud to his family members as he prepares the fresh vegetables he got from the cabinet

"Shrink ye bottomless bags into beads on ye necklaces so they can't be used by others? Can ye even do that?" Merle

"Or spell muggles away from our goods, but if another magical is the one threatening us, then that won't do any good"

"Merles, right- let's try that for now. You could even make other jewelry out of it if you spell it to only come off when you want at your own accord," Harry decides for the group, which causes them all to nod their heads in agreement.

They all brainstorm for another hour as they finish up dinner. The air surrounding them has begun to grow intensively hard to shrug off. Everything was about to change.

The 8 walked outside to their fire pit and sacrificed their food to win the fortune of the Goddess Shiri. They stood around the fire and held hands, letting their magic flow into the center.

After the offering was accepted, they all began eating their food around the fire as Charon indignantly huffed at her so-called family for not feeding her first but second to the gods.

There was laughter, happiness, and smiles all around. This memory would be one they all treasured when everything around them went up in flames.