It all started with the invitation.

It had been carried by a tawny barn owl, and left on Asgore's plate during breakfast. If he hadn't had meetings at the ministry that day, they probably would have found out about everything right then. But it had been swept into his briefcase with everything else, for him to read when he actually had time.

It hadn't taken that long after summer vacation had started for Toriel to realize just how overwhelmed she was trying to care for all three Dreemurr children, and that she really was ready to forgive her husband. The children had all been present when she invited him to come home. Finally, they were a family again.

At least until the fall term started, then Frisk would go off to school again. But that wasn't for another couple of weeks. Until then, Asriel, Chara, and Frisk were having a great time exploring the British countryside, or staying indoors playing games when the British weather turned against them.

The children hadn't changed that much. Frisk was still the lithe little witch, with short cropped brown hair, tanned skin, and hazel eyes that would always give one the impression that she had just woken up. Asriel, well, he'd grown slightly, but his white fur was generally matted with whatever dirt he'd acquired in that day's misadventure. His green eyes were ready to take in everything and everyone. Chara was slightly taller than Frisk, with paler skin and exceptionally rosy cheeks. She had taken to wearing her hair longer. But her blue eyes always seemed nervous and sad, and though Frisk tried regularly, she never saw her sister truly smile.

They were having pizza for dinner that night, deep dish. Toriel liked crusts with her pies, though she left the cinnamon out of this one. While it was in the oven, there was the sound of someone stumbling in from the fireplace. The kids barreled into Asgore before he'd properly gotten his bearings back. "I'm never going to get used to Floo Powder," he said, shaking his mane, and resisting the gang tackle. "And you kids aren't helping!"

They let go after another few moments. Toriel insisted the children were to set the table, and a few minutes later, they all sat down, the pizza attacked from all sides by hungry mouths. Asgore dropped the envelope on the table when they were done. "I was supposed to open this at breakfast," Asgore told them. "It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer."

Frisk nodded, she didn't care much for the sport. She never really had gotten the hang of broomstick flying. Chara, on the other hand, looked up with interest. She'd loved quidditch before her own trip down Mt. Ebott, "What about it, Asgore?" Toriel asked.

Asgore withdrew the letter from the envelope and read it aloud, "To the King and Queen of Britain's Monster family," he paused, "That's awfully formal. Mr. and Ms. Dreemurr would have sufficed." He continued, "As a show of unity between wizards and monsters, I would like to personally invite you, and your entire family, to join me in the top box for the Quidditch World Cup Finals next weekend. Tickets will be provided by the ministry. It's signed Cornelius Fudge. That's quite an honor, isn't it?"

"It does sound that way," Toriel agreed. "What do you think, kids?"

"It does," Chara agreed. "And I've never been to the international competition before."

Frisk let loose a sigh that wasn't supposed to be audible. "I guess. I don't really like it at school. It's for human and monster relations, right?

"Oh, come on, Frisk! I'd love to go," Asriel said, "Especially if it helps to show wizards and monsters can coexist." His eyes raised to the ceiling. "I'd love to try flying, I mean, really fly."

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Frisk told him.

"If we're all agreed," Asgore rumbled, "There's a bit more. We'll have to," His muzzle wrinkled in surprise, "We'll have to camp. Apparently, there's such a wide range of wizards coming that we'll be expected to come the night before via portkey, to avoid everyone apparating in the same small area all at once. While the ministry will take care of the campsite, we'll need to bring our own camping gear."

"I guess a trip to Diagon Alley is in order then," Toriel said. "Are you home tomorrow, Asgore?" He shook his head negatively in response. "Ah well. Maybe Sans and Papyrus wouldn't mind taking care of you all for a day."

"But can't we go with you?" Asriel asked.

"I think I'm going to be there quite a while, and I know what it's like to take care of bored children while shopping," Toriel said, eyeing each of the children in turn. They gave their most innocent smiles back at her, and they all laughed. After dinner, Toriel got on her cell phone and gave the skeleton brothers a ring. As it turned out, Sans and Papyrus were not available, so Chara, Frisk, and Asriel were sent off to spend the day with Undyne and Alphys instead.

Undyne met them as they arrived. She was a monster with blue skin, a bright red ponytail, an eyepatch, and, usually, a large infectious smile. Undyne was enjoying life on the surface. Her continued obsession with 'Ninja Warrior' and the fact she just couldn't let go of her training from being captain of the guard meant she had visibly gotten even stronger over the past year. She was still trying to work out away she might get on the show itself. Frisk wanted to encourage this, but she didn't know how likely it would actually be. "Howdy, Undyne," Asriel said, waving as Toriel stepped back into the grate to travel by Floo powder. "Where's Alphys?"

"Oh, on the computer, as usual," Undyne told them. "I'm sure she'll be out shortly. You guys ready for training?"

Alphys on the other hand, was still working on a way to get her and Undyne to Romania to see dragons. This seemed, by comparison, the easier goal, but she hadn't made much progress either. In her spare time, she was still running Undernet, which most of the monsters were still on board with. She was also one of the few monsters to have human internet access, Frisk didn't know how that one worked.

"I guess," Frisk said skeptically, looking out the window at the torture device Undyne called the salmon ladder. But if you tried to deny Undyne, that only got you pushed harder, so it was best to get over with early. They started with agility obstacles like the floating steps, but before she knew it, they were trying to get up a curved incline Undyne called 'The Warped Wall', and each time Frisk thought they had it mastered, Undyne raised a few more inches. But there was a certain sense of teamwork, cheering on her siblings that Frisk really enjoyed. It wasn't her against Asriel and Chara, but all three of them against Undyne's obstacles.

After about an hour of grueling punishment, Undyne relented for lunch, and they went back in the house. "Is Alphys still working on that game?" Undyne complained, peering up the stairs, "Seriously?" She looked at the three Dreemurr children and grinned. "I'll be right back."

"Uhm, Undyne?" Frisk said, "It really is okay. We can just have sandwiches..."

But Undyne was already two thirds of the way up the steps. There was a shriek of surprise, and a few minutes later, Alphys appeared on the landing, just about pushed out of the room. "...your adventuring in Azeroth can wait a little while," Undyne said, trailing after her, still giving that toothy grin. "We have guests!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Alphys said, splotches of red appearing on her yellow cheeks. "I just lose track of time sometimes." She adjusted her spectacles, "So what should we do for lunch? Maybe a late brunch?"

"Waffles?" suggested Asriel.

"Waffles sound good," Chara said.

"I can handle that," Alphys said, heading into the kitchen. "And I'll be okay," she said winking. "I don't need any help."

"I'm not that bad of a cook," Undyne muttered. Frisk had to hide a smile as she wondered if Undyne's old house was still on fire. "That's fine, Alphys. We'll just turn on an anime while we wait for you. I think they'd love the Avatar series."

"That's not actually anime!" Alphys protested from the kitchen.

"Ah well," Undyne said to them, "It's close enough."

They gathered in the living room as Undyne set up the DVD. Waffles, butter, and syrup arrived about halfway through the first episode, and they went through the second before turning it off. "Though I'd like to see more some day," Asriel said, "That was fun!"

"We'll make that happen!" Undyne declared.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Alphys," Frisk said. "Have you made any progress with the soul questions I asked you a few weeks ago?" The state of the soul of Sirius Black and the presumed Peter Pettigrew had been drawing her thought's.

"Oh! Somewhat," Alphys said. "On the mixture soul, the yellow and black, I don't have a lot of direct evidence, but I have a pretty good theory." Alphys looked focused behind her spectacles. "I think you caught the soul's owner in a bit of a crisis point, and that two parts were striving for dominance."

"So... yellow and black, justice and... what is black, anyway?" Frisk asked.

"Hatred," Alphys said. "At least, I think it is. It's not so much of a light as it is a lack of light. So think of the mixture as someone who's," she thought for a moment, "been bullied, for example. It's someone who's considering trying to turn them in versus get revenge. Where did you see this soul, anyway?"

Frisk thought about it. Hermione had told Frisk that Sirius Black had to be talked out of committing the crime he'd been framed for. In the end, the justice part of his soul had won, but it had been a very near thing. And Alphys deserved to know the truth. She'd already told her parents and siblings, on that day Asriel and Chara had come back to them. "It was Sirius Black."

"The murderer?" exclaimed Undyne, turning on Frisk in astonishment.

"He isn't, actually," explained Frisk, as she went over everything that happened the last night of finals. "So your explanation makes perfect sense. Azkaban had not made him the most clear thinking individual."

"So what do you knew about this Peter fellow?" Alphys asked. "I have a theory about pink as well, but I'm less confident about it." As Frisk went over what she understood about him, Alphys nodded more and more vigorously. "Yes! It makes sense. I did see some small pink markers in the souls I examined. It must be fear. He was driven by what scared him, and went to people or groups he considered powerful for protection."

Undyne looked disgusted. "He betrayed his friends when someone more powerful came along? I can't blame Black for being angry! Oooh!"

"That's what I was told, anyway," Frisk said.

Chara sighed, looking out towards the window. She didn't say anything, but Frisk guessed what she was thinking. So did Asriel. "It's okay, Chara. You apologized, and I forgive you."

"Thanks," whispered Chara.

"That's enough of that!" declared Undyne. "What would you like to do this afternoon? Maybe practice with spears, or try shooting a bow and arrow?"

Alphys nervously eyed the window. "I've some multiplayer video games we could try. Maybe... Mario Kart? That goes up to four."

"Well, hmm." Undyne said, looking conflicted. "We can try. Then I'm dragging you outside for some exercise time, Alphys!"

Frisk remembered their time in the dump, where Undyne had told Alphys she didn't care what she did as long as she did it with passion. It was interesting to see how different Alphys acted when playing her game instead of trying to simply be herself. Because her passion did come out in games, especially when she had someone to share them with. Frisk made a mental note to mention that to Undyne later, but suspected it was already known. It helped that it was, in fact, a fun game.

Then it was back outside for the dreaded spear practice, and Undyne was good as her word. Probably the only one more uncomfortable than Alphys at spear practice was Asriel, because Undyne kept comparing him to Asgore, and the young monster was nowhere near that skilled. Not yet, at least.

They were still outside when Toriel returned from the Diagon Alley, they could hear her calling from inside the house. "Too bad," Undyne said, "Just when we were getting warmed up. We'll see the Dreemurrs off, then I guess it'll just be us Alphys." She smiled suggestively at Alphys, who turned scarlet.

They said their goodbyes, and a quick pinch of floo powder later, they had returned home. "I have to admit, wizard camping is unlike what I thought human camping would be," Toriel admitted. "I wish they knew how they created these things that were bigger on the inside than on the outside. It bothers me. Have either of you ever been camping before?" she asked Frisk and Chara, but neither had.

"Well, I guess it'll be a new experience for all of us."

On the day before the Quidditch world cup, they had to get up early. They were taking a nine forty five portkey to the grounds, and they were looking at a good twenty minute walk to get there. This meant Toriel and Asgore attempted to get the kids up at half past seven, and finally managing it by quarter 'til. Then it was making sure they were fed, packed, and hadn't forgotten anything in their packs and luggage.

They were to find their portkey on a small forested hill, not actually far from the M25, though shielded from it by a copse of trees. According to the ministry, 'Anti-Muggle' charms (and Frisk still didn't like the term) had been placed on the area, so it would be safe for the monsters to wait until the portkey became active.

Thus, it was with some surprise that they noticed there were already people congregated in the area. "Frisk?" Asgore asked, "Why don't you go see if it's clear for us?"

Frisk nodded silently, and hiked up the last few hundred feet up. To her delight, she realized she'd knew the three people who were there. She turned back to the rest of the Dreemurr family, giving them a thumbs up and waving for them to join her. She then ran forward and called out, "Opal!"

Opal Oxtoby, one of Frisk's best friends at Hogwarts, had grown a bit since Frisk had seen her last. Her hazel eyes sparkled in excitement as she turned to spot Frisk. She had her muddy blond hair tied back in a ponytail. "You're going to the world cup?" Opal asked in astonishment, "But you don't like quidditch!"

"My parents got an invite from the minister himself, part of a wizard-monster relation building. So I'm coming too," Frisk said. "You remember my mom, dad, and I'm sure you remember Asriel and Chara, right?"

"Of course I do," Opal said, waving as Asriel and Chara joined them, and the parents started talking among themselves. Opal had been one of the people who had offered a piece of themselves to rescue Asriel from his existence as the soulless 'Flowey'.

"So what else have you been doing, Opal? How's your summer vacation been?"

"My holiday's been good, Frisk, thanks. Dad got me signed up for a summer rugby club, and that's kept me pretty busy, but it was really fun. Chara? Asriel? Have you been doing anything really fun this holiday?"

"Mostly exploring the surface," Asriel said, smiling. "I never thought I was going to be up here. I just wish we didn't have to hide from the humans without magic. I want to see everything! London sounds spectacular!"

"And what about you, Chara?" Opal asked.

"I'm just enjoying having a family," Chara said quietly.

"Didn't you have one before you fell?"

"I don't like to talk about them," Chara said, taking a step backward.

"The important thing is that she has one now," Frisk said firmly. "And we're happy she's with us," Frisk began.

"We've got about two minutes," Mr. Oxtoby told them. "So, just in case it's a bit early, everyone grab hold here," he said. He had unfolded what looked like about a month old front page of 'The Daily Telegraph'. All eight of them held tightly to part of the paper.

"Did you have to get up early?" Asgore asked.

"No," Mr. Oxtoby chuckled. "One of the advantages of being a muggle. We drove, and my wife," he nodded to Ms. Oxtoby, "put an illusion on it to stop it from being towed. It'd have been a long hike if we'd had to walk."

At precisely 9:45, Frisk felt a lurch in her chest, and felt the out of sync feeling she'd begun to associate with apparition, but she managed to keep her feet as she came to a landing.

"And there's the 9:45 from Devon," a voice behind her said.

A/N: I'm back. Mostly. I still think there's a story looking to be told during year four. But it hasn't quite hit me yet. So, time to start writing and see where it takes us. See you soon.