Harry wondered when he became so used to being thrown into unexpected situations. He walked down the halls of Tristian Academy of Magic and testing a few first-year spells. As a boarding school, the Academy wouldn't have guest rooms. Building an embassy would be a good idea, but that would take at least a week. Hermione would have to connect it to the Fay Homeland, and Earth, and Ward it as well. Hopefully, when the portal is finished, Harry would be able to check up on Teddy. Who knows what kind of trouble a five-year-old Acting King could get into.

Harry rubbed circles on his temple trying to relieve a headache. He could just see it now. Dessert for every meal, until 'King Teddy' got a stomach ache and Madam Weasley marched into the castle to help. Then Teddy would make toys and entertainment free, which would be greatly appreciated by the masses until the economy suffered. Madam Weasley, for all she was a good and smart woman, wasn't very good at understanding how the economy worked. By making things cheaper she'd see it as helping...then there'd be riots in the streets and who knows what else. At least Harry knew he could trust Madam Weasley and the castle staff to protect and watch over Teddy while he was in charge...

"Would my kingdom still be standing..."

"Isn't that Zero's Familiar?" Someone said.

"Isn't he a foreign King tho?" A girl asked.

"How does that work?"

Harry wanted to roll his eyes. Wherever he goes, teens were always so...gossipy. He ignored the curious students as he walked until he was stopped by a blond with bright blue eyes.

"Your Highness," a teen said. "If you don't mind me asking, how does the Familiar contract affect you?"

"How indeed?" Harry said. "It reminds me of Guardian contract my people have,"

Harry continued his walk, the teen walking beside him.

"I'm not sure I understand,"

"Truly interested in my answer are you?"

"That I am,"

Harry hummed, looking to the night sky as he thought of his answer. He didn't feel fatherly towards young Miss Louise, but there was a persistent need to keep her safe. It nagged at his magic, needing to assure himself she was alright, but not more than he did for his council...

"Maybe not quite the Guardian contract," Harry admitted. "more like she's a dear friend of mine,"

"A friend...that is odd..."

"I am from another Realm," Harry said. "Could just be the Incantation wasn't compatible with my Realm's magic or my own and changed to accommodate,"

"That doesn't quite explain why Zero summoned you, instead of an animal,"

"Zero?" Harry wasn't sure if he liked the negative connotations the 'nickname' held.

"Vallière's nickname," the teen explained. "She has a zero success rate when it comes to spell-casting. She always blows stuff up instead,"

"I see," Harry made a tight turn on the spot, vanishing with a soft 'pop' from the hallway leaving the blond boy alone in the hallway.

Draco transfigured a few available chairs into a nice couch. Whatever drove Lady Hermione to work so hard at everything she did, also leads her to overwork herself into unconsciousness. Draco kind of wished she would take better care of herself, not only a Lady but as a person too. Ever since Hadrian became King and Granger became Lady Granger it was like she changed. she used to enjoy reading, Draco knew. He'd walk into the library at Hogwarts often enough to find her reading in an alcove, a soft smile on her face and m delighted squeaks as she read. Now though, it was like reading had become a chore for her. Maybe one day, the stubborn woman would tell him.

Draco carefully carried the sleeping young woman to the couch. Transfiguring his over-robe into a blanket, he tucked her in with a frown.

Maybe one day, he thought, he'd be brave enough to ask.

Neville followed Luna as she leads him through the Academy. She was smiling, but also gazing at the air with a resigned but fond smile.

"When trouble can't be found," Luna sighed. "Then trouble they must find,"

"Who found trouble?" Nevile asked.

"Found? None to be found,"

"But they did find it?"

"Find it they did,"

"So who went to find trouble?"

Luna just giggled as she walked up to a training room.

"You shall see,"

Neville glanced at Luna with a worried grin. She opened the doors of the training room and Nevile wasn't suprised.

Ginny sat against the far wall. A large cut on her face and her hands in tatters. Her uniform was damaged too, but she was grinning. her blue eyes alight with humor.

Ron was half unconscious on the weapons table, the weapons themselves scattered throughout the room. Ron had just as many cuts and bruises as Ginny, but with his uniform mostly gone, his injuries were easier to see.

"By Merlin!" Neville said. "What, by Harry's cursed luck, did you two do?"

"...tested the weapons in battle?" Ginny offered.

"I need a healer," Ron stated instead.

"Of course you bloody do," Neville said. "I haven't even figured out where to find any potions ingredients!"

"Just take us to the infirmary then," Ginny coughed. "we'll suffer through our healing like the good little brats we are,"

Neville eyed them for a second. Luna skipping over to help Ginny to her feet, before he groaned and went to carry Ron.

"I can't believe you actually fought to surrender in unknown territory," Neville said as they walked to the infirmary.

"I was worth it," Ginny said.

Neville just sighed and kept walking. Maybe Harry would lecture them when he found out?

Or maybe he'd just laugh and mother hen them until they were healed...