Harry and Nasrin were exhausted by the time they returned to Hogwarts that night.
While Doctor Onassis, another Elite Four member and Head of the Medics Division, had managed to get a slew of personnel down to Le Fay's Landing within ten minutes, and Madame Bones interviewed everyone thoroughly, Nasrin still spent hours healing injured people and Pokemon.
Dawlish had attempted to stop her at first, but Prince and Scooby were having none of that, and Harry could not help a flicker of amusement when the senior Auror tripped over himself to escape them.
Of course, Harry was right by her side the entire time, comforting those obviously traumatized by the attack, their Pokemon a protective presence on every side.
They returned for dinner with thirteen names to silently mourn, lives lost in the struggle, and ate in fatigued silence, absolutely drained in every sense of the word.
The common room was just as somber, and Nasrin curled up with Harry in an armchair, ear pressed to his heart as fingers tangled in her hair.
Squeakers and Togetic were huddled up against Prince's softer underbelly, hugging each other and chirping softly, and Scooby was curled tight around Eevee, licking his now-smaller friend's ears in comfort.
Hedwig was nestled under Robin's wing, taking advantage of her newly-evolved companion's warmth, while Snow groomed Ludwig's face, soothing the Litwick's agitation while fanning her tails to distract Lei and Firebolt, who cooed and yipped at the refracted light that followed.
Dobby hugged Squishie like an actual teddy bear, leaning into the armrest so Harry could rub between the Alakazam's ears, and Star was draped over the back, watching everything with pink-starred eyes.
Even without Fusing, one would be blind to not see how they and their Pokemon supported each other.
"We should probably head to bed." Harry admitted softly, twisting a curl around one finger as Nasrin tensed. "What do you want to do?"
Star purred, sliding onto the boy's shoulder to nuzzle her face, and the half-Gem sighed.
"Can I stay with you?"
"Of course." He assured, pressing a kiss to mussed ringlets.
Hermione and Neville exchanged quiet good nights as the pair rose, recalling their Pokemon, and Ron waved from his sprawled place in front of the fireplace as they headed for the teleporter with linked hands.
A couple quick spins, and-
Chaos.
The Third Year boy's dorm was in shambles, with all the beds flipped, trunks ransacked, suitcases and bags emptied over the floor, and each of the closet-cubbies for personal items tossed clean.
Eyes wide, Nasrin reactivated the teleporter, and Harry stumbled out into the common room ahead of her, a touch shell-shocked by what had happened.
"Someone broke into the dorm." He choked out, oblivious to the commotion this declaration caused as black locked with green.
"He was here."