Whew, I had to rewrite like, ¾ of this. So tired now…

"Politics," Venus groaned, "I've talked to four ambassadors already and I don't think I can handle it anymore…Ah, I need the outers!"

"Pluto's trying to contact Mamoru, Neptune is checking accounts at some bank, Uranus is trying to find us a better headquarters than here, Saturn is with Usagi," Jupiter listed as she ticked off fingers, "And of course, we're here…"

"C'mon, Minako, you're the leader of the inners, we need you to lead," Mars sighed, "Anyway, I've finished sealing off the temple from anybody we don't want. But we really need a better headquarters...though it's been more like an embassy lately..."

Mars trailed off without any notice from her fellow senshi, who were distracted by a winged arrival.

"These freakin' owls!" Venus screeched.

"What's your problem?" Jupiter questioned as she pet the newest messenger owl, pulling a piece of parchment from its beak. "I'm the one dealing with them."

"If one of them poops in my hair, I swear to god..." Venus muttered, before adressing the silent member of their group,"How are things going with you, Mercury?"

The blue haired senshi looked up from her mini computer. Her face was tired as she spoke. She had much to say, but hardly the energy to say it.

"Well, think of it this way guys, it's as if we're a new country starting from scratch. We have to set up our government. Worse, right now, this magical world is in a political mess. We're making enemies every second we don't act, and we're in dire need of allies. Further, there's the decision to publish the fact that ours is a monarchy. In doing so, we risk danger to Usagi – but it's not like we're not used to that. We also associate ourselves with Mamoru, which is the last thing we want for now-"

"So we just tell everyone we're a monarchy yes, but not one associated with Mamoru. These people apparently knew of us already, so it shouldn't be anything new to them that we're from the moon," Jupiter cut in.

"It's not that simple," Mercury sighed, "Right now, most people who support the Monarchy support Mamoru. Those who oppose him oppose monarchy. There are very few supporters that we have right now. Additionally, we can't go back into hiding. It's just impossible.

Here, Mercury pause for a shaky breathe.

"People have died, guys. This is worse than youma. So many have died, so many. WE need to be stronger. We have to protect this star and our princess."

At this, all of the inner senshi cast their eyes downward. Before it had been just them in danger. And while death certainly wasn't an aspired fate for any of them, at least as Sailor Senshi, they could be reincarnated. For normal people, that was it -their life was done.

Venus, leader of the senshi, knew that these lives were her responsibility. But, that was all the more reason that they couldn't stop working now.

"Alright guys," Venus announced, breaking the silence, "Back to work. Mamoru is SO going down!"

Mars smiled. That's the leader she knew. Everyone set at their tasks with a new sense of alacrity.

"Luna, are you sure this is okay? Shouldn't we be watching Venus and the rest of them?"

"Artemis," the black cat spoke with a smile to her companion, "Don't you trust them? They've got this under control. We've got our own important job."

"And what exactly is that?"The white cat answered incredulously.

"Well, we do have the disguise of simple cats."

"And?"

"Simple, we're going to act as spies."

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "This can't be history. This is all, ugh, who could believe this? A kingdom on the moon? On all the other planets? Princess Serenity. Please."

Harry looked at his best friend and sensed his tiredness. They were all exhausted after so much research, he realized, and a bit moody as a result. Perhaps he should intervene, Harry thought, and dampen the affects of Ron's complaints.

"I do hate to admit it," Harry spoke softly as he rubbed he glasses with the fabric of his shirt, "But it does seem a little farfetched. I mean, why didn't we know all of this before?"

"Have you even looked at the time period this took place in?" Hermione said with a sigh. "It's incredible really, this is from when there were supposed to be cavemen. All of this is a total contradiction to muggle history, but it has to be true. Just look at what's happening all around us."

"Can we at least take a break, Hermione?" The red head of the group pleaded.

"He's just-" Harry attempted to interject.

"Come on, Ron!" Hermione sighed with exasperation, "This is important."

"I've been here for three hours," Ron answered stonily.

"Good for you. Functioning well under a crisis I see." Hermione's voice dripped sarcasm.

"But what can we do about it?" Ron questioned and was met by a hard look from his female friend.

The boy frowned and Harry could almost hear the snapping of his friend's patience.

"No, seriously, guys, this is in way over our heads. From what I've read, from what you made me read for the past two hours, may I remind you"- here there was a pointed look at Hermione, and her "hmph" only inflamed him more- "these people are strong – every one of them. We can't take on Prince Endymion. From what we've read and heard, he's at least as strong as You-Know-Who, and we couldn't even take him."

Ron was now working himself into a rage. Harry sighed. Well, it was bound to come sooner or later. The boy had been a bit moody all night and working for so long certainly did not help. Additionally, Hermione wasn't being the most empathetic person right now.

"All this learning, where exactly do you think it's getting us? Don't you think the Prime Minister - and heck every adult we know – is doing the same thing right now? If they can't do anything, what makes you think we can? Just because we've been lucky to survive a few misadventures, suddenly it's like the both of you think we're super heroes."

"Ron," Hermione's voice cut in, but he continued.

"We're not strong enough, smart enough, or even – even political enough! And all I want right now is to go to bed! Thank you very much!"

With that, Ron stormed from the common room and to the boy's dormitory. There was a silence after his departure. Harry watched the empty stairs half wondering whether Ron would change his mind and return, half wondering if he himself would excuse himself from Hermione's company and retire to bed in a similar, albeit more polite, manner. Choosing the latter, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"Stupid stupid stupid!" Hermione yelled as she pummeled Harry's chests with her fists.

At this point Harry was getting a bit angry too. How was any of this his fault?

"Hey, I'm not the one who…" He trailed off, "Hermione?"

Harry's surprised eyes met a trembling body andbudding tears.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

The said girl buried her face in her hands, her bushy hair serving as a thick curtain to her face.

"He doesn't understand. And I thought you would get it better, too, Harrry, but you don't either…" She whimpered.

"Get what?" Harry approached this sudden shift in situation with caution. He felt uneasy, because he'd been sure that Hermione would respond to Ron's outburst with an indignant continuation of her research. And that he could deal with. But to find her crying…

"What's going to happen! To my parents! To all my relatives! Old friends even!" Hermione exclaimed. "He doesn't understand that so many people I love are in danger and I can't do anything to help them. All I can do is study and be smart and hope that will get me somewhere!"

Here, she directed a fierce gaze at Harry.

"Because I should protect the people I love! And I don't know any other way than…than this!"

"Oh Hermione…" Harry trailed off. He understood the crisis the world was currently in, but he hadn't really thought of it personally. The Dursley's really held no importance to him, and so worry for his immediate family or any muggle relations hadn't truly crossed his mind. But Hermione was muggle born and well treated. Things were obviously different for her.

"Don't 'Oh Hermione' me," She continued, "You all think I'm being so prissy, so annoying, so...so everything! Far be it from the both of you to care about any muggles! You say you're above such discrimination, but you dont even care!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione, and I'm sure Ron is too," Harry spoke softly and carefully, "It's just hard right now...We're all so tired. Let's take a break, I'm sure all of us will be able to do something in the morning..."

The girl shook her head fiercly. There was a silence of a few minutes that stretched on like forever.

"But oh, he's right, Harry, what can we do?"

A few fresh tears broke out on her face, and Harry held her for a moment, rocking her back and forth. It was awkward and he didn't know what to say to his friend of so many years. He spoke slowly, not really thinking about his words, but hoping to fill space.

"Well, Ron's partly right. We're all tired. We should take a break work on this fresh tomorrow. We'll help your family, Hermione, and we'll work this out. We always do, right?"

He smiled a comforting smile at the girl. His little speech had turned out half decent. It apparently seemed so to Hermione as well, and after a while, she nodded her head and picked herself up. She said a shaky goodnight before heading up to the girl's dormitory, leaving Harry alone in the common room.

He turned to go to his own bed when a voice stopped him.

"I'm sorry that I can't let you go to sleep just yet."

Harry turned swiftly around to find himself looking into the eyes of the girl he'd met heading to Dining Hall. The one in the picture with Endymion – the supposed Princess of Saturn. His mouth dropped slightly in surprise and he had no words; she seemed so ethereal standing there by the fireplace, bathed in its flickering light.

"I know you're exhausted from researching about me and my friends…and my princess, but I've been doing some research too, and I…"

The usually apathetic girl trailed off, obviously unused to such forwardness with a stranger. Tired as he was, even Harry could see that.

"Well I…"

She shook her head slightly in frustration. How was this so hard? Gathering herself, she got straight to the point.

"Harry Potter, I need your help."

Kinda OOC? Rushed? I think a little bit. Still, I'm happy to have found my track on this story (somewhat). Review please.