This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokémon, which belong to the Pokémon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokémon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.

It took three days for an escort from the Legion to arrive and Harry was quite pleased when he saw them, rising early on the Sunday morning, as Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Remus said politely as he acknowledged the gathered Weasleys sitting down for breakfast. With Bill and Fleur there it was still quite busy, even without the usual presence of Fred and George, and Remus had to sidle his way along the side of the room, shaking hands with Arthur and Bill as he passed. When he reached Harry he smiled.

"How are you, Harry?" He asked.

"I'm alright," Harry told him. It had been a difficult summer, spending it with the Dursleys had certainly not helped stop him from focusing over and over on the events of the end of last year, but being with the Weasleys, being around people that actually cared about him, was helping.

Not that there weren't still problems. It had been three days and still Ginny had not said a word to him.

She was standing behind Remus, greeting Tonks with a warm hug, and generally acting as though he wasn't there, which at least was a damn sight better than the way she'd acted when they'd first met. Yet he had found that since then Ginny had become his friend and the sudden end to their interactions left a rather jarring hole in Harry's life at the Burrow.

They left not long after, all of them, barring Bill and Fleur, clambering into Mr Weasley's minivan, with Mr Weasley himself taking the wheel. Ginny had taken up the seat right behind the driver and front passenger, where her parents were seated, and in front of Remus and Tonks, sitting together, and Harry had to wonder if she'd done this deliberately. In any case he was left sitting near the back, with Ron and Hermione sitting across from him.

"Can you stop fidgeting," Ron grumbled, giving Hermione an annoyed look. "You know there's not much space." Hermione looked guilty.

"Sorry," she admitted, dropping whatever the thing was she was playing with, hung around her neck. Harry frowned.

"What is that?" He asked. Hermione didn't normally wear a necklace.

Hermione looked surprised. "Oh," she said. "I never showed you." And she reached back up and pulled the necklace out from under her shirt, holding up the small stone the glistened at the end.

Harry recognised it immediately. It was a Key Stone.

"Mum and dad found it in a small shop down in Cornwall," Hermione told him, leaning over to allow him to examine the Key Stone without it leaving her neck. "It was very expensive but once I told them what it was and what it could do they thought it was worth the money and got it for me. Something like an early birthday present."

"That was really nice of them," Harry commented absently, handing Hermione back the stone.

"It was, wasn't it," Hermione agreed, looking slightly guilty. "I wish I could have stayed with them a bit longer but… well, you know." She fell quiet. "Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to get some use out of this. I don't have any Pokémon that can Mega Evolve but maybe I could catch one once we get back to Hogwarts."

"That could take a while," Remus warned from the seat in front of her, turning his head slightly to talk to them. "Mega Evolution doesn't just require the stones and the right Pokémon. Mega Evolution is only successful if there is a strong bond between trainer and Pokémon. That's where the power comes from."

"Maybe I can get a Key Stone one day and Mega Evolve Blastoise," Ron said enthusiastically. "I bet our bond is strong enough. Anyway, did you hear Fleur say that Krum got a Mega Stone. Gyaradosite. As if that thing needed to be any scarier."

They were leaving the countryside behind by this point, buildings becoming more and more frequent around them, and soon enough they'd made the transition into London City, where the traffic quickly increased and Mr Weasley's minivan started to slow. Up front an argument was brewing.

"You've got to stay, Arthur," Mrs Weasley was telling her husband sternly. "You shouldn't be straining yourself."

"I'm not an invalid, Molly," Mr Weasley replied tersely. "I can manage buying my children school supplies."

"But Arthur, it would simply be terrible if you overexerted yourself," Mrs Weasley told him. "What would the children do if you had to go back to St Mungo's?"

"Don't say that, Molly, don't," he said sternly. "I know full well to look after myself but you've got to understand, what would I do if I stayed with the van and you were attacked and hurt? I could not live with myself if I wasn't there to help." Molly bit her lip. She looked close to tears.

"Arthur, they'll be alright," Remus said soothingly. "Tonks and I will be there and Moody will be meeting us at the Leaky Cauldron. Not one of us will allow anything to happen to them."

Mr Weasley looked at Remus in the rearview mirror, his expression anxious, before he let out a soft sigh.

"I know, Remus," he admitted. "I know you'll do everything you can to protect them. It's just not easy, standing by." He reached over and sought out Mrs Weasley's hand, giving it a squeeze with a small smile on his face. Mrs Weasley smiled tearfully back.

"Hey dad, didn't you leave that book Charlie got you in the glove compartment," Ginny said, leaning over between her parents' seats. "Maybe you'll get a chance to finish it."

Mr Weasley looked thoughtful. "You know what, that's a very good idea," he said approvingly. "Let's see if it's here." He reached over and opened the glove compartment.

"Aha!" He cried triumphantly, holding the book aloft. "Just where I left it. Thank you, Ginny, that was very well remembered." He smiled warmly at his daughter and Ginny smiled back, falling back into her seat. In the seats behind her Remus was sharing a whispered conversation with Tonks, who smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

What was that about?

They came to a stop ten minutes later, Mr Weasley finding a spot in a multi-story car park before ordering everyone out. Ginny went first, again unusually prompt, and then Remus followed after her, holding out a hand to help Tonks down the step. Again, weird.

"We shouldn't be too long, Arthur," Remus told Mr Weasley through the passenger side window as Harry, Ron and Hermione finally clambered out and shut the door behind them. "We'll just be going in, getting what we need and then leaving again."

"Right," said Mr Weasley, still looking anxious despite agreeing to stay with the van. "Well, look after them Remus." Remus nodded. "And kids, don't go wandering off, alright?" He sent a look at all four of them, part stern but mostly worried.

"Let's go." And Remus led them away.

The journey from the car park to the Leaky Cauldron was a familiar one, the Weasleys having used this car park once before as a place to keep Mr Weasley's minivan during a shopping trip. Up at the front strode Ginny and Mrs Weasley, Mrs Weasley taking a tight hold of her daughter's hand, much to Ginny's obvious annoyance. Behind them walked Remus and Tonks, not holding hands but certainly walking closely together, speaking in murmurs. Behind them Harry watched with suspicion, Ron and Hermione at his side.

"Mate, you okay?" Ron asked, seeing his expression. Harry did not answer directly. Instead he asked a question.

"Have you guys noticed anything weird about Remus and Tonks?" He wondered. Ron snorted in laughter and Hermione blushed red, though she was smiling. Harry frowned at their reactions. "What?"

"Do you want to tell him?" Ron chortled, grinning at Hermione. Hermione smiled faintly in return before turning to Harry.

"Remus and Tonks are, uh… well, they're dating," she told him, blushing as she did so. Harry blinked.

"What?"

"I know, crazy, right," said Ron, though he was smiling. "I would never have guessed it, thought mum was trying to marry her off to Charlie. They were at Hogwarts together, you know."

"She is a lot younger than Remus," Hermione admitted, looking forward at the two subjects of their conversation. "But they do look happy, don't they. And after all Remus has been through I think he deserves it."

They did look happy, Harry had to admit, but for some reason that made him feel uncomfortable. Something about it just didn't seem right, like an out of place piece in a jigsaw puzzle. The scene in front of him just seemed too… perfect, almost as though it were some sort of front, a fake, idealised image thrown up to hide the truth.

They reached the Leaky Cauldron soon after, Harry still no closer to understanding the feeling of unease in his stomach, and as Remus and Tonks went to the bar to talk to the landlord, Tom, Harry, Ron and Hermione fell back into a shadowy corner to wait.

"Didn't Remus say Moody was meeting us here?" Hermione asked anxiously. She had a right to be. When someone like Moody didn't turn up for things it was a sure sign that something had gone wrong.

Ron, however, didn't seem worried.

"Relax," he said, looking past them and eyeing up a couple of attractive teenage girls in a booth across the way. "He probably just got delayed from trying to throw imaginary pursuers off his tail, you know what Moody's like. Got more screws loose than most of us have screws."

"Is that right, Weasley?" Ron jumped, his feet catching on a nearby chair, nearly toppling over. From out of the shadows to their left, where Harry had been sure there had been no one, a shape shifted into view and Mad-Eye Moody showed himself, his Murkrow, Murk, on his shoulder as always.

"Constant vigilance, Weasley," Moody growled, looking down his nose at Ron despite the fact Ron was now taller than him. "Always be aware of your surroundings. Next time you make that mistake may very well be your last." He shook down his jacket, the colour matching almost perfectly with the wall behind him, and grunted. "Come on then."

Remus and Tonks returned to them once Moody had made his presence known, Mad-Eye wasting no time in berating the pair for not paying closer attention to their charges.

"If you're going to let your sentimental urges influence your work then I'll have you split up!"

Once Mad-Eye felt he had appropriately scolded them, Remus looking apologetic, Tonks bored, he rounded up the rest of the group and led them out into the courtyard and through to Diagon Alley.

It was very different from what Harry remembered. Diagon Alley, usually a vibrant street filled with venders selling wares of all shapes, sizes and smells, was dark and gloomy. More than a few shops were boarded up, including, to Harry's horror, Ollivander's.

"He's gone into hiding," Remus told him quietly. "It's no secret that he's a target for the Death Eaters. All those Pokémon he looks after could be deadly in the wrong hands."

Flourish and Blotts, on the other hand, was open, and Mrs Weasley wasted no time in pushing the four children through the various sections of the store, mercifully quiet, where they picked up their textbooks for the upcoming year. It was with some satisfaction that Harry skipped the Potions textbooks, thinking about how glad he would be to never have a lesson with Snape again, and Ron joined him in moving straight to the Pokémon Care section.

They went to the counter and, with there being no line, quickly paid, the poor sales clerk looking taken aback by such a large group at once. He was the only member of staff present in the store. Clearly business wasn't good.

In fact that seemed to be the case for the whole of the Alley and Harry didn't see anyone of note until they went over to the apothecary and Harry bumped straight into someone walking out the door.

"Watch it," the person snapped and Harry immediately whipped around.

Draco Malfoy was standing there, looking equally as surprised to see that it was Harry he'd bumped into as Harry was to see him, though a sneer settled easily on his face.

"Alright Potter," he lashed out. "You look pretty chipper for a dead man." Almost immediately Moody stepped forward, looming up behind Harry, and both Remus and Tonks tensed.

A well manicured hand fell on Malfoy's shoulder.

"Careful, Draco, we don't want to cause a scene." Narcissa Malfoy looked every bit the posh aristocrat that she was, her head held high, not a single blonde hair out of place as she looked imperiously down at everyone around her.

"I wasn't doing anything, Mother," Malfoy bit out. "I was merely greeting my old schoolfriend. You okay, Potter? How's your godfather?" Harry stepped forward angrily and immediately he felt hands on his arms, Ron and Hermione instinctively holding him back.

"Draco," his mother said warningly. He ignored her.

"So how is it, Potter?" Malfoy asked him viciously. "How does it feel?" Harry grit his teeth.

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Malfoy," Ron spoke up, eyeing Harry worriedly but still glaring at Malfoy. "How's your father? Think he's making friends with the Dusknoir?" Malfoy stepped forward angrily.

"That's enough," barked Moody, moving to stand between the two boys. Clearly he did not consider Malfoy a serious threat but he wasn't about to let him hold them up. "You, boy, scram. Get on with your shopping and leave Potter be." Malfoy sneered.

"Draco, come on," Mrs Malfoy hissed in his ear and she reached out to grab his forearm.

"Ouch!" Malfoy cried, yanking his arm away in pain. "Mother!" But Narcissa Malfoy just continued to try to cart him away and, eventually, Malfoy caved, shooting back a vicious look at Harry before he turned and strode swiftly away at his mother's side.

"Bloody kid," Moody grumbled, turning back to the apothecary.

Harry stayed quiet as the group slowly returned to their shopping, any sense of good humour gone with the encounter with Malfoy. Remus, Tonks and Moody all looked on particularly high alert, taking positions by the doors whenever they walked into a shop and keeping a sharp eye out for anything that may cause harm.

Harry himself didn't say anything until they'd returned to Mr Weasley's minivan, stored away all their shopping, and were well on their way back to the Burrow. Then he spoke in a quiet voice so only his friends could hear.

"I've got an idea," he muttered to them, seeing their eyes turn alert immediately. "It's about Malfoy. I think I've figured out what's going on."

"Apart from him just being a git," said Ron. Harry just shot him a look. "Sorry. Go on." Harry took a breath.

"Remember when Malfoy's mum was dragging him away?" Harry said, feeling more secure about his idea as he spoke. "Remember how she grabbed his arm and he flipped out?"

"Yeah, that was weird," Ron agreed.

"Maybe he had an accident and was just a bit sensitive," Hermione suggested. Harry shook his head.

"I've got a better idea," he told them. "His forearm, his left forearm, was tender. And we all know what people like Malfoy have on their left forearms." It took a moment for the penny to drop.

"What?" Ron spluttered. "You think…?" Harry nodded.

"No, Harry, it can't be," Hermione told him. "Malfoy cannot have the Dark Mark. He's not a Death Eater."

"How do you know?" Harry asked. "We haven't seen him for months and, hell, last year he was working for Voldemort."

"He's just a kid, Harry, like us," Hermione pointed out.

"And we're at the very centre of this war," Harry argued back. "And you know Malfoy hates us and he's always wanted to be like his father. He's probably been dreaming about this for years."

"I don't know mate," Ron said uncertainly. "I think I have to side with Hermione on this one." Harry looked at him expectantly. "Well, look, I believe Malfoy is enough of a git to want to be a Death Eater but, you know, You-know-who has some standards. I doubt he'd want Malfoy."

"Maybe he wanted to reward him for what he did last year," Harry suggested. "Maybe he wanted a follower inside Hogwarts and realised Malfoy would be loyal. Maybe he thought Malfoy would be so mad about his father being in Azkaban that he would want revenge and would do anything Voldemort told him to do."

"I think you are thinking way too much into this Harry," Hermione told him softly. "I think Malfoy just overreacted. He was angry, people exaggerate things when they are emotional and, you know, he thinks you sent his dad to prison."

"Not that you'd know his dad was in prison with the way his mum looks," Ron added. "Maybe Malfoy was hurt by those nails of hers. Like, honestly, if my husband was locked up in Azkaban for being a Death Eater then I might have more important things to worry about than my manicures."

"That's not fair," Hermione said crossly. "You know it can't have been easy to lose her husband like that. It's probably her way of coping, acting like nothing is wrong to distract herself from what has happened. She was certainly in a hurry to leave. I feel sorry for her, actually."

Harry didn't say anything. It wasn't that Hermione and Ron had persuaded him otherwise, he still firmly believed that Malfoy had the Dark Mark recently tattooed on his arm, but he didn't think he could open his mouth without saying something he would later regret.

Sorry for Mrs Malfoy? Oh, sure, you can feel sorry for a woman who had everything, whose only vice was that her Death Eater husband was, quite rightfully, imprisoned for crimes she'd likely sat by and watched. But where was this for Sirius? He had gone through horrors most people could only dream of, losing his friends and spending twelve years in Azkaban and the three years after in hiding. No one even seemed to notice he was gone.

They made it back to the Burrow some time later, the sky starting to darken as the sun set over the horizon. Mrs Weasley quickly set about making everyone dinner, Remus and Tonks being ordered to stay for the night, and soon everyone was sitting around the Weasleys' kitchen table, the room filled to capacity.

Everyone seemed cheery, almost like they were celebrating their trip to Diagon Alley, talking and laughing and generally acting carefree and happy. Harry felt sincerely out of place in the merriment, his fingers more often than not finding the Key Stone that hung around his neck, reminding him of the man who'd found it for him.

About halfway through the meal Fleur spoke up.

"So tell me, Tonks, 'ow did you and Remus get together? Was it romantic?" Remus blushed deeply, obviously embarrassed. Tonks grinned.

"As romantic as Remus gets," she told Fleur, eliciting a small laugh from the girl. "Remus here is always such a shy one, I couldn't just wait for him to make the first move."

"Not that you'd ever wait around, right Tonks?" Ginny grinned. Tonks winked.

"Well, you must tell us," Fleur insisted.

"Yes, quite right, I think we'd all love to hear the story," Mr Weasley beamed. Tonks looked expectantly at Remus, grinning mischievously, and Remus, still blushing, gave a small cough to clear his throat, and began to speak.

"It all happened over this past summer," he told the table at large. "As you all know Dora had some concerns after the end of last year and had to spend some time in St Mungo's. Being one of the few people to know her without her current employment…"

"And not being one of my Death Eater relatives," Tonks added.

"… I came round to keep her company while she recovered."

"And lucky he did, I was going crazy in there," Tonks told them. Remus let out an amused smile, agreeing but making sure to keep that to himself.

"Anyway, after however long of Dora being bed bound she was finally given the go ahead to return home and I, not knowing, came to visit her to find her standing fully dressed and ready to go. She walked up to me, grabbed my bum, and said, 'Come on, Wolf boy'."

Everyone laughed. All except Harry. He looked out at the room with a sick feeling in his stomach. He felt suddenly claustrophobic, the air in the room seeming to thin and cause him to struggle for breath. Everything around him seemed to slow down and move away, as though he was watching it all from the end of a long telescope.

He stood up.

"Sorry," he muttered, aware of everyone looking at him, the laughter starting to die down. "Just need to get some air." And he hurried from the room, keeping his head down and avoiding everyone's gaze. He opened the door, feeling the slight chill of the night air, though still warm enough for him to go out in only a shirt, and he strode forwards, away from the house.

He stopped once he'd reached the garden fence, leaning against it and breathing deeply. It helped, but not much.

He heard the door open again behind him and he stood still, silently hoping the person was just there to make sure he wasn't being sick or anything. He couldn't deal with anyone right now, needed to be left in peace to deal with this himself, and he silently begged for the person to return inside.

But they didn't. Instead they walked up beside Harry and leaned against the fence with him, looking out into the distance.

"Harry?" It was Remus, his voice soft, and Harry's eyes flicked briefly sideways and away again. "Harry, are you alright?" Harry nodded.

"Fine," he muttered. "Just need some air." He fell silent for a moment. "You should go back inside, finish your meal."

"I'm done," Remus said simply. "Molly's cooking is delicious but I simply don't have room for any more. I thought I'd much rather spend my time out here, with you." Harry pursed his lips. He just wanted Remus to go back inside.

For a while Remus didn't do anything. He simply stood there.

Eventually he broke the silence.

"Ron and Hermione are worried about you." There was a pause.

"They told you that?" Harry asked. Remus shook his head, Harry only peripherally aware of the movement.

"No," he said. "But it was obvious in their faces. Both of them wanted to follow you out here. They would have if Molly hadn't forbid them." Ron and Hermione knew him better than anyone. It was no surprise they'd realised something was wrong.

"So why are you out here?" Harry asked.

"For the same reason they wanted to be," Remus told him. "I care for you, Harry. I want to know what's wrong." And like that the dam was broken.

"Care for me?" Harry spat, turning to face the man angrily. "Well that's nice but it'd be nicer if you could care for Sirius, just a bit. Maybe acknowledge he's gone, that it's a loss, that things aren't fine. You're all so happy and… why? How? Have you just forgotten? You can't have. Please, tell me you haven't."

Remus didn't respond immediately. He simply looked back at Harry, his eyes showing the sadness that Harry had expected to see earlier. Where had it been? Why did everything seem fine?

Remus sighed.

"I thought this would have something to do with Sirius," he admitted. "I knew you'd struggle to deal with it. Sirius was a great man and, to you, he was even more. I don't blame you for being angry."

"Then why don't you care?" Harry asked. "If he was a great man surely you should be sad that he's gone. But I've heard more sympathy for Narcissa Malfoy. Why does she deserve that and Sirius doesn't?"

"They both deserve it," Remus said firmly. "They've both struggled. But Harry, things aren't what they seem on the surface. I can promise you that no one has forgotten Sirius."

Harry didn't say anything but that did not mean he was mollified. He didn't think anyone had forgotten Sirius, they just didn't care. His death was something everyone else had just moved on from, including Remus. Sirius deserved better than that.

Remus sighed and he turned to lean his back against the fence, looking back at the house behind them. "I have a confession to make, Harry," he said tiredly. "My life right now is not as happy as it seems. Yes, I have Dora and she is wonderful and I'm happy and grateful to be with her, but I do miss Sirius. I miss him every single day." He looked over at Harry.

"When I first went to visit Dora at St Mungo's I didn't do it because I thought she'd be bored," he told him. "I did it because I couldn't stand another minute being on my own. Every waking moment I spent alone I thought of Sirius. And it was driving me mad. I went through this before, Harry, with James and Lily, and it nearly drove me to my breaking point. But with company I found distraction and it made it that little bit easier to get up in the morning as each day passed to the next."

"It is the same for Dora," Remus continued. "She got to know Sirius well over the last year. They were cousins, though Sirius was in Azkaban by the time Dora was old enough to remember, and so the connection was important for the both of them. And because of that she needed my presence as much as I needed hers. And eventually the pain started to fade, just enough that we could actually speak about what was hurting us, and we could begin to heal."

"How?" Harry asked.

"By talking," said Remus. "By being honest. I will tell you, Harry, that I am far from okay with what happened to Sirius. He was my friend, he had been there for me in the good times and the bad. I will never forget him. But we have to move on."

"But it's so hard," Harry choked, blinking back tears. "To know that he's gone, every single day. I can't do it."

"Yes, you can," Remus told him. "You just need time."

"I forget he's dead, sometimes," Harry admitted, feeling guilt knife through him. "I sometimes expect to see him walk into the room and then I'll remember that he won't. He never will. Never again." Remus wrapped an arm around Harry and, instinctively, Harry buried his head into his chest.

Remus rubbed his back as he allowed Harry to cry into his shirt, despite Harry's best efforts to keep the tears at bay. He didn't say anything, didn't speak, he simply stood there and held Harry and Harry realised that this must be what it feels like to have a father, someone to turn to when you can't even turn to yourself.

"Sorry," he muttered thickly, pulling himself away and feeling a little embarrassed, not so much about the tears he had shed but more about the accusations he had thrown at Remus. They had been wrong and unfair and Harry should have known better. He should have known Remus better.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Remus said and Harry couldn't help but feel as though Remus understood what he was apologising for.

"Still, I am," Harry muttered. "It wasn't fair."

"Life isn't fair," Remus countered. "What has happened to you isn't fair. Quite frankly it astounds me as to how you are still standing. Most men would have crumpled under the weight of what you've experienced."

"Haven't been doing a particularly good job lately," Harry muttered self depreciatingly.

"No, I admit you've been subpar, keeping too much to yourself," Remus told him and Harry felt properly chastised. "I know it can be hard to see when the world is crashing down around you but you have friends, Harry, friends who are willing to help you. Friends like Ron and Hermione. Friends like the Weasleys. And me." Harry looked up at him. "Remember, please, that if you ever need someone to talk to, whether about Sirius, or Voldemort, or even girls at school, you can talk to me. I want you to talk to me. Promise me that."

Harry nodded. "I promise," he told him. "I promise I won't keep things from you." Remus smiled.

"Then perhaps you can tell me what is going on with you and Ginny." Harry looked away awkwardly. "There's some unusual tension between you."

"Eh, yeah, eh…" Harry mumbled before reminding himself of the promise he'd just made. "Yes, eh, that is complicated." Remus smiled.

"Why don't we take a walk?" Remus suggested. "And you can tell me what the problem is."

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

To Jacebralor: Thanks for the kind words. Praise like this is always an honour to receive and really helps make all the work that goes into writing worth it. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story and I hope that continues.

We have a question of the day for this chapter which I will show you below.

DragonessNehamee :- I'm not sure if this question has been asked but do you have a favourite generation of Pokémon? Mine was sinnoh because I really liked the anime that gen and I love a load of the Pokémon. Plus I may be biased as that's when I was first introduced to Pokémon... always watched it before school as a kid.

I put in the whole review because it is pretty much my exact answer to your question. Gen 4 is my favourite and while it isn't the first time I played Pokémon (I believe I played Crystal when I was younger, I don't remember well) Pokémon Diamond was the first game I really remember playing. A lot of my favourite Pokémon are from Sinnoh like Torterra, Infernape, Lucario, Garchomp, Luxray, etc. and I also used to watch the anime for Sinnoh before school (though I always had to leave halfway through).

Now I present the question to the readers, what generation of Pokémon was your favourite? Leave a review with your answer and also let me know if you have a question you want to ask.

Until next time.