The people in Harry's life had both bad and good ways of dealing with negative emotions.

Nothing good ever came if Remus began doing research after a stressful event. Oh, he'd act like he was looking for a solution to the current problem but then he'd get sucked into a string of tangents, moving from one to another to another, and the next thing one knew he was into Sinnoh boot-making processes and the entire living room smelled of cured leather and all the neighbors thought Remus had a foot fetish because he kept asking their shoe sizes. It was better to direct him towards a kitchen where he could stress bake; it got him to work out his anger by pounding dough and afterwards Harry got cookies.

With Sirius he liked to brood. He'd find a chair or sometimes a bay window if he was feeling particularly dramatic and he'd sit there and glower at all that got near him, claiming he was just fine and there was no problem. He also drank and that led to him getting snippish. Though he had gotten better with that. During the summer between Harry's third and fourth year Sirius had gone into a black mood for a few days thinking about his brother and when Harry had tried to approach him his godfather had bit his head off, snarling at Harry to just leave him alone. Harry hadn't even been able to react before Sirius had leapt at him and begun sobbing as he hugged him tight, begging for forgiveness. After that he'd worked hard to watch his drinking when he was in a dark mood and it had been Remus who had gotten him into jogging. Much like the Houndoom he could become Sirius needed to get outside and run when his anger was building up, allowing it to ease off like steam from a tea kettle.

Jack was a tricky one as he tried to bottle up his anger and pain around those he cared about. An easy way to get him to calm down was to direct him at something he could inflict pain on and watch him go to town but Clair had made clear to everyone (Jack included) that such methods were NOT healthy. Physically or spiritually. Yes, he might be calm, but being bedridden because he'd gotten his ribs cracked fighting 10 drunks wasn't a good idea. No, Jack needed people and Pokémon in order to work through his emotions and currently that meant getting Baby Love to tackle him and give him cold little licks and nuzzles. One time, according to Jasmine, one of the Sons had literally grabbed his 3 month old son and tossed him at Jack like a beanbag before darting out of the room. When he'd come back Jack was calm and cooing at the confused baby.

Harry knew he himself had his own negative and positive ways of dealing with problems. He tended to see a problem as something that had to be instantly conquered, as if leaving it for even a moment unchallenged would allow it to grow and fester like an infected wound. That led to rash and costly decisions... all he had to do was look down at the steel and wires that made up his prosthetic hand as a reminder that sometimes it was better to run and fight another day than to leap into better. The better, healthier way to deal with his issues was to talk them out amongst the people he cared most about.

Of course they had their own ways of dealing with problems.

"Neville, you'll start us off?" Luna asked sweetly as she rolled her shoulders, limbering up. She was wearing her current battle outfit: a long Kalosian-cut crimson jacket, an ebony turtleneck, tight black pants, boots, and a wide brim fedora. Grasped in her hands was what had once been Lucius Malfoy's cane, which she clutched with practiced ease. Luna had truly blossomed during her time in Kalos and looking down at her from his seat he could see the woman she would one day become. She'd pushed aside her more Luna-ish qualities in order to treat the battle as a serious one, leaving a young woman full of grace and cunning.

"You sure you don't want me to battle in your place?" Neville asked. Unlike the two combatants he was dressed rather casually.

"Ginny needs to blow off some steam and I'll be able to tell when she's good. You won't." Luna's eyes went solid green as she began to flood the room with calming Veela energy. Normally that would have been enough to get everyone to settle down but Ginny was so spitting mad that a Pokémon battle was needed to get her to burn off her rage. "I'll be fine, love."

"Ready Ginny?" Neville asked, accepting what Luna had said and turning to the other young woman. The youngest Weasley, wearing the black and red coat she'd gotten for herself for Solistice (how she had afforded it Harry didn't know and honestly he thought it best not to ask just in case the cops got involved) and a 3d ocular scanner similar to the one Draco had worn during his Honor Battle with Harry (the origin of that one was more mundane as her brothers had all chipped in to buy her a gift card so she could pick out one herself). Of course Ginny hadn't been able to just go with the standard model and already had jail broke it and made modifications to suit her needs. It was actually slimmer than the standard model with new casing but as for what it did only Ginny knew as she refused to let anyone near it, let alone wear it.

"Yeah," Ginny said, her tone clipped and sharp. She held up a Pokeball, Harry tilting his head when he noticed that engraved on it were the words 'Property of the Josephs' Pokebank' and underneath was the line 'Shall not be removed from bank premises'. Ginny must have noticed his staring because she rolled her eyes and called out, "If they didn't want me to take'em they shouldn't have only relied upon 5 levels of encryption. I mean, come on, I encrypt my dex with 10 for the hello screen! They clearly wanted me to take this one!"

"Uh, sure Ginny," Harry said, leaning back in his chair, deciding that now wasn't the time to talk about Ginny little habit of… liberating… things that didn't belong to her. Instead he watched as Neville stepped back to activate the controls of the arena, a forcefield slamming into place to protect those in the seats.

One of the benefits of having their Battle Club was that it was easy to get Prof. Slate to agree to let them use the Battle Classroom on the weekends for training purposes. Many times the Pride wanted to workshop different things to make sure that their lessons would be easy to follow without boring the upper classmen. It was a delicate balance and took far more effort than any of them let on. They had made clear that they didn't want just their Year to attend; they wanted all seven years worth of Hogwarts students to be able to learn something. That meant finding things that worked for all ages, lessons that could be used at face value for the little Firsties while the students getting ready to take their M.U.K.S. could see what they were teaching and easily build upon it in a form of independent study. That meant a lot of time that would have, in years past, been spent just hanging out in the Common Room was instead used to work out what the weekly Club Meetings would go over.

Of course they'd all found that they enjoyed aspects of teaching and didn't consider the time spent going over their lesson plans to be wasted. Hermione enjoyed the research while Ron liked seeing what everyone came up with. Luna and Ginny liked to interact with everyone (the latter because she was building her own network within the newly remade Order of Moltres' network while the former gorged herself on the positive emotions like a Snorlax at an All You Can Eat Buffet). As for Harry? He just really enjoyed teaching. He found that he blended Remus, Jack, and Snape's ways of teaching to get the lessons taught. From Remus he had the compassion and the ability to make people want to ask him questions. From Jack he stole his desire to let people work out a problem for themselves. And from Snape he borrowed his no-nonsense approach to horseplay and goofing off (something that had been common at the start after Umbridge had stopped coming and people had assumed that Harry had made his point and they could now goof off; they hadn't made that mistake a second time).

But leading the Battle Club meant that they got to use the Battle Arena to practice… or for private uses. Thus right now Harry and the rest of the Pride were scattered throughout the room, watching as Luna prepared to help Ginny blow off some steam with a Pokemon battle.

"One on One match. No ring out but match will stop if a Pokemon breaks through the forcefield. Non-healing items are allowed," Neville declared, holding up his hand. "And… go!"

"Mickey, make mama proud!" Luna called out, thrusting out her cane. The pokeball-head on the cane flashes before Luna's starter flew out, the fully evolved Flygon letting out a screeching cry as he landed.

"Rotom, I choose you!" Ginny called out, the electric/ghost type Pokemon bursting out of the ball and letting out a happy giggle before sizing up his opponent.

"This is going to be tough for Ginny," Hermione said as she moved to sit closer to Harry, Ron moving behind her at a more subdued pace. Luna had already called for Flygon to use Earthquake, the ghost type having to leap into the air to avoid the strike. "Electric won't work at all against ground attacks."

"I think she wanted a challenge," Harry pointed out before Ginny reached into her pocket and pulled out, of all things, a tiny box. "Uh, what is that?" he asked as Ginny, rather than attacking, threw the item out onto the field.

"She ordered it online a few months ago… it s a gag gift," Ron said with a shrug.

"But what is it?" Hermione asked.

"Just some stupid pocket fridge. Runs on some batteries… you can't even put anything in there!" Harry though let out a laugh. "What?" Ron snapped, his temper already frayed.

"Rotom… pocket fridge? Genius." Sure enough the moment the tiny box landed on the floor Ginny's Rotom dove into it, the entire think shaking and trembling before orange energy swirled around it and created a ghostly fridge shape the same size as a standard kitchen fridge. A fridge that was orange in color with a supernatural purple glow and a face on the freezer door.

"Blizzard!"

"Rock Tomb to shield yourself!" Luna called out to Mickey as the Rotom opened his doors and unleashes a gale of icy weather. "Make us a House of Mouse!" She turned to Neville and said, "Because he's Mickey and that is the name of-"

"Luna, focus on the battle then explain the references!"

"Oh, right. While in the Rock Tomb do another Earthquake! But fire your Dragonbreath into the fissures that form!" Mickey let out a cry and within the stone shelter he had created he began to slam his tail against the ground, making the arena floor shake before he fired a blast of draco energy into the ground, the area around Ginny and Rotom pulsing purple. Harry tilted his head at that; Luna had clearly been studying up as his father's Signature Move, Hellfire Barrage, and decided to create a weaker version of it.

"Coat the ground with ice to block that attack! And let's show them our new combo attack! Blizzard with the left door, Ominious Wind with the right! Storm of the 9th Circle, Rotom!" Rotom nodded… as best as a ghost fridge could which in all fairness was more like it tilting forward several times rapidly… before opening up both of its doors. From one came another blast of arctic wind. From the other a ghostly gust like a storm passing over a graveyard on a dark harvest night. The energy of the phantom attack merged with the Blizzard winds to create air that froze everything it touched with a violent sharp strike. Jutting away from Rotom was a path of sharp ice spikes and the wind cried the faint cries of the damned with it as it began to strike the Rock Tomb, finding every crack and crevice and wiggling through to strike the dragon hidden within.

"You want to talk about it?" Harry finally asked as Mickey burst from the Rock Tomb and began to bath the field with fire.

Ron didn't bother to look at his friend. "What's there to talk about?"

"A lot," harry said.

"My dad has been targeted by Team Nocturne. There isn't much else to say."

Harry sighed. He knew that it was going to be hard to tell Ron and Ginny about what his source had revealed to him. But he'd never for a moment considered keeping it to himself or trying to craft a lie that would allow him to deal with the threat without letting his friends know. First off he'd never have been able to hide it for long, not when the Pride contained a Veela and a Psychic. Even with the promise from Luna and Hermione that they wouldn't use their powers on any of them without permission Harry knew from them both that 'leakage' was always possible. Unless one had tight mental shields they would have sensed his unease at lying to his best friends and the truth would have come out. And even with the shields Hermione had admitted that such things were also a tip off for psychics. "It's like if a neighbor who always left their door open suddenly installed a padlock. You'd wonder what was in there and eventually decide to peak in the window."

Then of course there was the fact that Harry doubted very much that he'd be able to hide the e-mail from Ginny. She had also claimed that she would never violate their privacy but she also had no problems hacking into secure servers just to see if she could. The rest of them kept her on a firm leash but he knew that there was always the chance that she would seek out a challenge or be tempted far too much to simply see what Harry was hiding and the truth would come out. And hiding it would only make the reveal far, far worse.

But the biggest reason he'd never even considered keeping the threat to Arthur's life to himself was that he knew it was wrong. If Remus was threatened or Sirius Harry would WANT to know. And if someone tried to keep him out of the loop with the weak excuse that they were trying to 'protect him'... well, his guardians had done that with Stan and Harry's actions showed just what would happen when someone decided they didn't want to be sidelined.

So he had gathered up his friends and shown them the e-mail before immediately telling them they were going to the Battle Class Arena. He knew if he left Ginny all alone she would grow maniac and begin damaging things... or herself. And if he let Ron brood on it he would enter into a death spiral of rage that would see him lashing out at all of them and being utterly unhelpful in actually solving the plan. Luna had zeroed in on Ginny and decided to take care of her through giving her a far more healthy outlet for her violence. Harry meanwhile...

"There is plenty left to say," Harry said firmly, forcing himself to keep the sympathy out of his voice. He knew that if he showed any weakness it would only make Ron all the more resistant to hearing him out. "We are going to talk about this and we are going to stop it."

"Stop it?" Ron snapped. "You know what happens when Nocturne declares that someone is to die? They. Die. This isn't one of their standard attacks where they are just trying to scare people and if someone gets a Thunderbolt to the face that stops their heart oh well. This is them putting out notice to every agent they have: kill this man. Kill my dad."

Hermione shook her head. "But we can-"

"No, we can't!" Ron snapped, face growing red. Hermione leaned back at his outburst and Harry opened his mouth to say something but Ron cut him off. "My uncles were tagged by Team Nocturne to die. Fabian and Gideon refused to back down… they knew the odds, knew that no one ever escaped being marked for death by Voldemort, but they were determined to be the first ones to break the pattern." He swallowed and forced out, "Mum doesn't talk about how they died… she just says that they did. I looked it up though because I had to know. Thought it might be a great story, you know? The brave heroes making one last charge, taking out ten times more than their numbers, etching their names in history. That sort of thing.

"But it wasn't. They got ambushed by 5 Nocturne Grunts who just… they toyed with them. They made it last and they made it hurt. They never even considered letting them beg for mercy or to give them a quick and painless death. Never entered their minds. They were just torn apart, slowly and painfully." He turned and glared at Hermione. "Your family got off easy. Your parents didn't fight in the war and weren't important enough to be targeted. So you have no idea what it is like to have your family marked for death!"

"And I don't?" Harry said quietly.

Ron turned, opened his mouth… and then snapped it shut as he remembered just who he was talking to.

"Mate…" he said, his anger leaving him.

"I'm not upset," Harry said, raising his hand to forestall the apology he knew Ron had dangling on the tip of his tongue. "I'm not. And I'm not going to sit here and stake claim on the only person who is able to point to their dead family and say, "I had it worse than you". Because every death mattered. Everyone who died… they were someone's child or parent or sibling or extended family. Every last one of them. My mum and dad… they just happened to be the ones that managed to end the whole thing so we all pay attention to them the most. But that doesn't take away from what your family went through. And it doesn't take away from what you are going through now."

Ginny's voice rang out over the clatter of battle. "Alright, let's make things difficult for them! Confusion and then a Double Team!" The Rotom nodded and fired off both a beam of swirling light from his eyes and began to tremble as he created his clones.

Luna though wasn't going to take that lying down. "Sandstorm and a Supersonic!" Mickey nodded, shattering the Rock Tomb to create the sand needed for the attack before screeching so loud it rattled everyone's ears

The twin double attacks hit and left the field covered in a blowing dust storm while several Rotom Fridges wandered around aimlessly and Mickey began to fly about in a dazed manner. And poor Neville was left to try and figure out if it was better to wiggle his fingers in his ears to try and get them to stop ringing or rub his eyes to deal with the combination of strobe lights and sand.

"But we aren't going to let your dad die," Harry said firmly.

"But Harry-"

"But. Nothing. Ron. Your father is like an uncle to me and I am not going to let Nocturne take another member of my family away. We are the Pride and we are going to kick their asses and show them what happens when they dare to threaten the people we love."

Hermione nodded. "Harry's right." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "We aren't going to rest until he is safe."

Ron was clearly trying to see the bigger picture and take heart in their words but it just wasn't working. It was clear from the way he was trying to smile, so weak and so forced, that their words just weren't reaching him. "I just don't know how we're going to do it though."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "We stop Nocturne from hurting him!"

"How, first off?" Ron challenged before taking a calming breath, holding up his hand to forestall Harry's next words. "Sorry, sorry, let me try that again. How are we going to stop them, Harry? This isn't like with Stan. With that we had time to plan and there was no immediate danger." Harry once more opened his mouth and yet again Ron raised his hand to ask for quiet. "Yes, I get that there were people being threatened by Nocturne, I'm not downplaying that. But you have to admit there is a difference between what they are planning for my dad and what happened with Stan."

Harry reluctantly nodded in agreement with that. He didn't like admitting it, as it felt like shortchanging the people who had suffered thanks to Stan and his need to impress a Nocturne Grunt (and his fragile ego) but he knew Ron was right. Nearly all the people that had been targeted had merely been robbed (and saying that sounded like disrespect as well but Harry pushed that thought aside) with a few getting beaten up. He had a bad feeling there were those that had disappeared that were killed by Nocturne but so far the papers hadn't said a word about them, having focused solely on the Knight's Bus and the problems it was now facing; hard to bill yourself as a tourist attraction when local terrorists were using you to attack people. Fudge had been forced to make a rare statement accepting that things had been going on, as Madam Bones wouldn't let him just sweep the entire thing under the rug.

'Granted, he did claim that it was just a bunch of random thugs with delusions of grandeur but it was a start.'

"Ron does have a point," Hermione admitted. "We were taking on a guy with more pimples than brain cells who could have maybe threatened us… maybe… perhaps." She grimaced slightly. "But this is dealing with a killer. That is a big difference."

"Killers," Ron pointed out, his voice level and filled with resigned sadness. "Voldemort doesn't just select one person when he makes it known he wants someone dead. No offense, mate, but this is different from your parents… well, at least it is compared to their final face off with him. Voldemort isn't going to select a team and send them off. He is letting everyone know he wants my dad dead. And everyone from the Grunts to the Admins… hell, even the people who want in like Stan? They will be gunning for him. So how are we going to stop them all?"

"We'll figure out a way," Harry said firmly.

"Harry," Hermione said gently, "think this through. We stop one attack let's say. And that is going to be hard enough because Mr. Weasley isn't going to just sit still and Nocturne isn't going to wait for a good time for us. But let's ignore the logistics and just focus on us defending Ron's dad. That's one time. We have to do it again and again and again because all of Nocturne is going to be coming after him."

"But he stays at the gym most of the time," Harry argued. "Unlike with Stan he doesn't move around much so we know where we need to protect. We set up traps, and have a plan in place to monitor things and get there the moment there is an attack-"

Hermione cut him off. "But we don't even know who we have to protect him from. Can you honestly say his barber isn't part of Nocturne? Or Ron's neighbors? Or what about mailman?" She shook her head. "We have someone who doesn't know he's in danger, being hunted by people we don't know, we have no idea who we can trust, and there is no timetable for when he'll be safe and we'll be able to move on. All the while we aren't able to focus on school or training or helping others… this would call for our full dedication!"

"So what?" Harry finally barked, it being his turn to lose his patience. "We just throw up our hands and accept that Mr. Weasley is going to die? No. NO!" Harry turned to Ron and shook his head. "I won't allow it. I can't allow it. Your dad is going to live a long happy life and there is no one in this world that will stop me from seeing that happen."

"Even if it is the whole world against us?" Ron asked.

Harry ran his fingers through his messy hair. "We aren't going to just give up!"

"No, we aren't!" Ginny called out. The three teens in the stands turned to find that both her Rotom and Luna's Flygon were knocked out cold due to a double KO. "We aren't going to sit around and let this happen." She paused and turned to Luna. "Thanks for the battle, it helped me get my head on straight."

"I do not have a reference to use for this situation so I will merely say that you are welcome!" Luna said with a grin, recalling Mickey and then walking over to Neville who was still spitting sand out of his mouth.

Ginny held her Pokeball over her shoulder and without looking recalled her Rotom. "Harry's right that we aren't going to let this happen. We aren't going to give in to despair." She shoot him a look though when he opened his mouth and he wisely snapped his jaw shut. "But we also aren't going to do it his way. Because Hermione and Ron are right that going about it that way will only get dad killed and us worn down and made easy targets."

"Then what do you suggest?" Ron asked through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Uh… the thing we did the first time?" She held out her arms when all of them stared at her. "We tell the adults."

Harry blinked before his face twisted into a look of utter bafflement. "What?"

"We tell the Pack and Remus and Sirius and Tonks about the threat. And we tell mum and dad too. Maybe. See what the others say."

"…but we handled Stan on our own!" Harry complained. "We-"

"What? Have to do this on our own too?" Ginny challenged, her hands on her hips. "Why?" Harry went to say something but she cut him off. "And before you say that its because we can do it better… no, we can't. Not this. In a few years when we have more experience? Yeah, I'll agree with you. But not with this. We are KIDS Harry, as much as you want to forget that! Kids! We can't take on assassins. Not on our own!"

"Why are you suddenly so scared about us doing this?" Harry demanded. "We did it with Stan when the Pack was going to hold in place. Why not-"

"BECAUSE ITS MY DAD!" Ginny screamed.

Harry leaned back in his chair, eyes wide as Ginny clenched her fists and bit down on her lower lip, trembling slightly as her eyes began to waiver with tears. She was fighting it so very hard. Fighting it with every fiber of her being. There were tremors running through her skull and her breath couldn't even be called that as it was more of irregular intakes, sometimes like a stifled hiccup while other times it came in quick little 'huh-huh-huh'.

His first reaction had been to lean back in shock.

His second was to leap out of his sear, vault over the barrier, land in the arena and wrap her up in his arms.

Only then did Ginny break down, clutching onto his shirt, nearly pulling him down until he locked his legs and hauled her back up. She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and he could feel her tears dropping down upon his skin. The others were soon around them, patting her on the back and doing their best to calm her down but she still clung to him, sobbing until she had no tears left.

"Ginny," he finally said softly when as she could do is let out weak little wheezes.

"It's… it's… it's my d-dad," she whimpered. "Harry-"

He cut her off. "Neville, get my dex out of my bag. Now." His friend nodded and Harry gave Ginny a strong hug as he waited for Neville to return. Ron was clearly out of sorts and Hermione ended up forcing him to sit down on the Arena floor, taking a spot next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, running her fingers along the back of his neck. She looked up to see Luna fighting back her own tears, the sadness from the Weasleys managing to get through the shielding Cynthia and Diantha had helped her build in her mind and Hermione motioned for her to join herself and Ron. Harry quickly decided that was a great idea and soon all of them were in a massive pile. Ron was leaning against Hermione, managing to keep control and not break down but so close to it he couldn't risk saying a word. Harry had Ginny on his lap, her hand reaching out to take Luna's who had laid down between Harry and Hermione and placed her head on her Bestest Best Friend's lap. Neville brought over Harry's dex and Luna yanked him down, the young man laying in front of her so she could play with his hair, Neville's legs ending up crisscrossing over Harry's.

He activated the dex and after a moment Remus appeared before them.

"Harry," Remus said with a smile only for it to fall as he saw them all. "What's wrong?"

"Remus… we need your help."