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I finished episode Prompto! On easy but still…I suck at shooting! Wasted sooo much ammo trying to hit anything.

It's funny, I've read a lot of comments saying Leviathan is practically impossible to summon in a fight, every fight I've had in Insomnia where I can summon, I've summoned her.

Chapter 5

Harry studied the newcomer, definitely a career military man, he would guess in his fifties, maybe early sixties. His brown hair was short, not quite what was a military cut back home, liberally dusted with grey, his eyes looked to be light blue, and he wore the same uniform as the others.

"Another world?" The man was definitely sceptical.

"Another world," Hermione confirmed as they moved away from the windows and back to the camp.

The man, Cor, looked between the seven of them, obviously waiting for the punchline. When Harry moved next to Noctis he gasped, looking between them. "No, we aren't related, it's impossible," Harry stated and yeah, the resemblance was interesting. Though it would make things rather interesting with the way he felt drawn to the young King, then again technically, he was related to Ron, though very distantly. Stupid Pureblood inbreeding.

"How is everything out there?" Noctis asked and Harry moved to begin prepping a meal, poor guy likely hadn't had a hot meal in a while.

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Prompto sat, pressed thigh to thigh with Noctis as Harry served a meal. He wanted to say Ignis was the better cook but…he honestly wasn't sure. He glanced guiltily at Ignis who was sitting on his other side, only to catch the wry smile the older man aimed at him, as if sensing his thoughts. It was amazing that Iggy could finally see again, even if nowhere near as well as he could before his injury.

They listened as Cor explained what he had seen on his way back to the city, everything was overgrown, nature having been allowed to grow without restraint. It was going to take a lot of work to get power back, roads, crops….but with no daemons to threaten workers, just animals, it should be easier than the original work, right?

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Harry glanced at the others who nodded, they would help where they could in the rebuilding effort. The city was crumbling due to damage, good thing they had experience fixing buildings thanks to helping repair Hogwarts after the war. The building they were in was in okay condition, at least the parts he'd explored, though he'd seen signs of damage from the outside in other areas of it. But a lot of the surrounding buildings were half collapsed, the streets choked with rubble. It would be magic intensive work, unless Hermione could come up with some runic arrays to either cut the magic needed or to make it cover a larger area at once.

When it became obvious Cor wished to speak of things he didn't want them to hear they excused themselves to get to work.

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"Whoa!" Prompto stared out the window and the others quickly joined him, Noct leaning on Gladio.

"What is it?" Ignis asked, unable to see anything beyond a blur.

"I…don't believe it," Gladio muttered.

"The buildings are repairing themselves?" Noct gasped.

Sure enough, before their eyes, rubble was rising into the air, slipping back into place until they couldn't see where the damage had been.

Prompto looked down at the ground, spotting black hair, Harry standing in the middle of the street, arms raised. "I didn't know magic could do that."

"Mine can't," Noctis answered, eyes wide as he watched Harry work.

Prompto looked for the other two, seeing Hermione working on the road, Ron barely in view working on something further down. Part of him…was a little scared, was there nothing there magic couldn't do? How powerful were they? But Shiva had brought them here and she had only ever helped them. Even Noct's magic had scared him at first, being so different to anything he knew.

"Even if only the external damage is being repaired, that will be a massive head start in getting the city habitable again," Ignis offered.

"Does anyone even know how to get the power going again? Sewage?"

"Workers from the Lestallum plant are used to the power provided by the shards, which is not what the city ran on. Let us hope winter is not soon."

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"We can focus just on the city, move everyone in here," Noctis tied not to grimace at that thought. How many had survived the decade of night that almost all of them were crammed into Lestallum? They would easily fit within Insomnia as the city was four times larger, maybe even more. He had spoken of coming together as one nation when they were in Gralea, he hadn't meant like this, because so many hadn't made it through. Even adding in whoever may still live in Accordo, the city would be so much emptier than he remembered.

How many had died in the days following the treaty attack? He remembered a city that never slept, streets so full of people they were hard to navigate. Would the world population ever recover to such levels again? At least they could spread out as the population grew, no daemons to worry about. He didn't even know how to go about fixing technology, but it would not be limited to just the city due to the Wall this time. They would build a better society than the one they had before.

Though….would they even want a King anymore? There was no Ring or Crystal, even though he could still feel his magic. It was the magic of his families blood. Could he share that? Should he? There was so much to do, and he didn't know where to start.

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When they returned to the Throne room they were met by silence and looks of awe. Harry grimaced, so they'd seen them working…though even if they hadn't it would have been easy to put together. They left and then buildings were repaired.

Noctis stepped forward, without anyone to steady him, blue eyes meeting green. "I don't know how your magic is so different, but thank you."

Huh, he hadn't expected that but when Noctis held his hand out, Harry took it. He fought back a shiver as their magic met, his curling playfully around Noctis', seeing blue eyes widen in surprise. "No problem," he returned, unable to hold in a yawn.

"Food now Mister," Hermione ordered, seeing it and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes Mother," he teased, and Ron snorted.

"Are you alright?" Noctis asked.

"Magic takes energy, even for Harry-I mastered the Patronus at thirteen-Potter," Ron answered.

"You got it at fifteen," Harry pointed out.

"Yeah, enough to handle one Dementor, you took out a hundred of the bloody things."

"Sorry Harry, but Ron's right," Hermione kissed his cheek and pushed him down on a chair before pressing a chocolate bar into his hand until an actual meal could be made.

He sighed but ate it. He did know his limits thank you very much. He was nowhere near magical exhaustion yet, but it was best to humour them. Ever since he passed out six months post final battle they tended to hover when he used massive amounts of magic. He had been exploring the world and then powering awakening rituals since they arrived.

"What happens if you use too much magic?" Ignis asked.

"Magical Exhaustion, which can turn nasty if you're not careful. People have died from totally draining their core," Ron explained with a pained grimace. He'd had a case of magical exhaustion after the Riddle's defeat, had been out for almost a week. He'd been fighting and healing and had seriously overdone it while protecting the Hospital Wing from an approaching Greyback. Hermione had seen him go down and…well, Fenrir would never bother anyone ever again.

Harry waved off the horrified looks. "I'm not even close to exhaustion," he promised. "I have been taking rest breaks between anything magic intensive. Popping around the world wasn't very hard. There's only two continents and a bunch of islands. I'm used to seven continents and thousands of islands." That had their eyes widening again in utter shock.

"Seven?" Gladio demanded and three heads nodded in response.

"Trivia Mione, world population?" Ron smirked. It had taken him time to get his head around the figures.

"Over six billion," she answered promptly and then lunged to grab poor Prompto who went rather white and slipped off his seat. The others didn't look much calmer.

"See? Very different world," Harry just shrugged.

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Noctis lay on the bed, hearing the sounds of his friends and Cor sleeping around him, feeling Prompto's arm over his hip. The three had insisted they have the tent and bedrooms while they slept out in the throne room. He couldn't sleep though, everything spinning around in his head. Six billion people…he couldn't imagine it.

Then there were the three themselves. Brought here without any say in it, just uprooted form their lives and dropped into a strange world. And what had they done? They had dived into finding a way to wake everyone up, had healed and protected him according to Gladio who said Harry had literally carried him down from the throne and stood between him and his friends when they hadn't known they were his. His magic….Noctis had never felt anything like it, it was even different to what he could feel from the other two, far more powerful, wild...like a powerful storm, but also playful. He was drawn to the other and he didn't know why. Was doing his best to hide it from the others. They'd already been parted for a decade and hadn't really had the chance to talk things over. There'd been the shower with Prompto and now they were sharing a bed, like they'd never been apart. But Talcott had said they rarely met up, had they drifted apart without him? Was he the only reason they had been together in the first place? No…he remembered Prompto's embarrassment over his crush on Ignis, even when they'd been taking the first awkward steps towards something more than just friendship.

They had to talk, they needed the privacy and time to work out what they all wanted going forward. They were physically back to their early twenties now, even if the people wanted the monarchy to remain, he had plenty of time to father an heir once things were settled.

As much as he dreaded doing so, they would need to head for the Royal quarters, see how much damage there was there. Maybe Harry or one of the others could fix anything that was wrong. He wasn't ready to take the King's chambers, but they could move into his, were the boxed he'd packed from his apartment still there, waiting to be unpacked?

He started as a hand reached out to touch his shoulder, looking over at the other bed, able to make out Ignis even in the dark.

"Sleep Noct," he murmured and Noct rolled slightly, taking his hand in his own. He finally fell asleep like that, Prompto pressed tight against his other side.

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Ron woke up to find Hermione sleeping with her head over his heart, able to feel Harry's hand on his hip, stretched across her body. Even thrown into a strange world, as long as they were together he knew they'd be fine. He missed his family a lot but…things had been a little strained since his Mum had realised the three shared a bed. She was odd that way, sometimes thinking almost like a muggle on things, others times like a Pureblood Matriarch. Most would look at their relationship and be pleased by Hermione's presence as she could provide children, though her Muggleborn status did keep them upset. The thing was, that wasn't why she was there. She wasn't his and Harry's third. She was his, and she was Harry's. It wasn't like that between him and Harry, yeah, they loved each other, you couldn't go through everything they had together and not. But it wasn't like that, it wasn't brotherly though either. He didn't know a word to describe what they were to each other. They showed affection but they'd never had sex.

So Harry's interest in the young King? It didn't bother him at all, so long as no one got hurt. Hermione wouldn't care either, she'd encourage it. Since the war she'd relaxed a lot which was good for all of them. Then again, Harry was no longer that little ball or rage and despair either. They'd all changed, grown up because when it came down to it, they'd been on their own. He got the feeling the guys were like them in that way…and maybe more from the way they watched their King. Which could make life very complicated, but at least they wouldn't be bored.

TBC…

I could almost leave it there, leave the rest up to your imaginations.