Staring out at a field of fallen swords and heavy red strawberries, a warm weight sitting at her back, Nasrin blinked as the colors throbbed and wobbled and swam in her eyes.

"You'll learn."

That Pokemon's strangely-deep voice echoed in her ears, a promise, and it made that knot around her heart ease.

"You always do."

Warm hands close over hers, and Nasrin blinks up into dark eyes, strangely detached, as if this was only half-real.

"One day, when you remember…You'll see."

And then sleep.

The Great Hall was quieting as students finished stuffing themselves with the End of Year feast, almost trying to draw out the moment.

Hermione was cuddling Ralts and Snorunt, the quiet Pokemon chatting quietly between themselves, and Ron laughed as Cubchoo blew a bubble with his icy snot, Lavender and Parvati gagging in disgust.

Neville was still babying Flora, knowing she was going to evolve soon, and Sam nibbled on a Rawst berry, glancing around to see who was distracted enough to be pranked and playing innocent when the Bulbasaur glared at him.

Harry smiled as he watched Ludwig entertain Togepi and Meeko by changing the color of his flame, the babies tucked safely into Snow's side and covered by her soft tails like a blanket.

Ariel was sprawled across Harry's shoulder, whistling a made-up tune, while Pongo and Eevee lazily wrestled across the table, settling when the Rockruff captured a long ear and the Evolution Pokemon got a good hold of thick ruff, gnawing with lazy affection.

All her friends were happy, all their Pokemon were happy, and that was more than Nasrin could ever ask for.

Professor Dumbledore stood then, calling for quiet, and the students, realizing that obeying would mean a quicker return to the festivities, fell silent.

"Another year, another year. Many people have come up to me after leaving this place and asked me what year was my favorite. There must be one, after all. There must be a group of students that outshone all others and makes me look back fondly among them. I suppose some of you believe that I could never view this class as the best, considering some of the troublemakers I am forced to deal with."

Fred and George stood to take a bow, earning a round of laughter and groans.

"Others must believe that you are my favorite, if only because you are here right now. Let me state, for the record and for the history books, that I have loved every student that has come to this island. In each of you, I see the future of Avalon, and the mere fact that I have played a small role in your development means more to me than you could possibly imagine. So many seek out their destinies and dream grand dreams…I have found more joy in helping others find their dreams than any achievement could have given me."

The headmaster raised his glass in a toast, which the other professors and students mimicked.

"And thus, I thank you, all of you, and wish you well on wherever your journey takes you."

"Make sure you text every day!" Hermione ordered, wagging her finger, and Nasrin shrugged, smiling.

"I don't know if I'll have the time, what with you sending me a text every hour." Harry teased, laughing at the raspberry that she responded with.

But the bushy-haired girl paused as she boarded the Hogwarts Express, turning to give one final wave before disappearing.

"Mate, if you don't like what the headmaster has set up, you can give me a ring anytime and I'll come running." Ron assured, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'll even steal my da's car if I have to. Don't worry, I'll blame it on Fred and George."

Ariel scoffed at this, amused, as Harry shook the Weasley's hand.

"Thanks, mate."

Neville pat his back, a touch awkward, and Flora barked.

"Have a good summer, Harry. You too, Nazz."

"Thanks, Neville. Thanks, Flora."

The pair waved as their friends boarded, staying put as it chugged away down the track, leaving only them and a few professors, including the headmaster, on the platform.

"You're not going with them?" Harry asked after a few quiet moments, Eevee and Pongo leaning into his legs as support.

"Pearl and Amethyst want to pick me up." Nasrin explained, smiling as Togepi and Meeko chatter excitedly between themselves, Ludwig orbiting like a watchful moon.

"Pearl's usually early, Amethyst's usually late…So they should be here in about twenty minutes."

The boy nodded, shoulders relaxing as he smiled, and Nasrin swayed closer to bump shoulders, Ariel purring against his neck.

"Don't worry, Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall assured as she approached. "You'll see them again."

"And mark my words, my boy, your summer will be filled with quite some adventure and excitement. The time will fly by." Professor Dumbledore added, checking his Pokedex. "Hm, late as always. Just like when he was a boy."

"Professor?" Harry asked quietly, taking comfort from the quiet support of their Pokemon. "Who…Who did you get to take me in?"

The headmaster kneeled to his level, periwinkle blue meeting emerald green.

"Do you remember how I told you that many people in Avalon fought to have Surrey turn you over into their care? One who fought the hardest was a young man who went to this school. In fact, he was one of your father's best friends. The loss of your mother and father broke him, but being unable to see you sent him into despair. He has been traveling the world for quite some time, but when he received my note about you, he knew he had to return."

Pongo's nose twitched, and Nasrin turned to spot a figure approaching from across the platform.

"Ah, there he is."

He was light-haired and mustached, lightly scarred from Pokemon battles, and a Zorua scampered at his heels.

Spotting Harry, the tiny foxlike Pokemon barked and raced towards him, leaping into the boy's arms to lick at his face despite Eevee and Pongo's displeasure.

"Leave him be!" The man scolded with a laugh. "Bloody hell, he doesn't remember you, buddy! You're probably scaring him!"

Harry certainly did not seem scared, and Nasrin stepped back as the man finally reached them, Ariel swinging down onto Pongo's back.

"Harry…" He began, planned words falling away in the face of reality. "My…My name is Remus Lupin, and I have been looking for you for a long time."

And Harry lunged, wrapping his arms around Remus in a hug, as a bright pink glow filled the platform.

He was home.