Hillevi found herself exchanging messages with her Hogwarts friends multiple times a day, in those little lulls between flying practice with Sam and Rhodey, physical therapy with Natasha, archery with Clint, training with Steve and James, and helping Tony with her new prosthetic.

Mostly silly things, little memes or jokes, making sure the other was happy and safe while keeping them up to date on the daily going's-on.

Nursing a cup of green tea and perched on a dozing Meatlug's back, Hillevi sent a link to Hermione on a research article she had found on Psychic-type Pokemon before tapping out a reply to Ron's complaint about the twins' latest prank, Sharpshot leaning into her side and chewing on a ham bone.

"Good morning, Hillevi." Bruce greeted as he crossed to the common kitchen, Julie and Nia right on his heels as always.

"Good morning." She chirped back, biting back a smile at Harry's recounting of Togepi's antics before sending a heart emoji. "Aren't you volunteering today?"

The scientist nodded as he made up his own cup of tea, his Jigglypuff and Clefairy eventually breaking off to go play with Skullcrusher and Lockjaw in the play area.

"The local Pokemon orphanage just got in a batch of new residents from up north, and they need all the help they can get."

"Can I come?"

Pausing as he put the kettle on, Bruce glanced over curiously, Todd swaying on his curly hair.

"I want to help." Hillevi explained with a shrug as Cloudjumper landed on her back, Stormfly and Drumfire cuddling up on either shoulder. "And if they need more people…"

He nodded after a few moments, turning back to the cabinets to retrieve a tea bag as a little smile tugging at his mouth.

"Then welcome to the team."


Pokemon orphanages were a sad fact of life, something most people did not like to talk about much.

The nature of Valhalla's long war with Dragons meant that Hillevi, unfortunately, was intimately aware of the necessity of such places.

When a person passed away, their Pokemon were 'released' in the sense that they could have a new trainer, and often ended up with family.

In Valhalla, such Pokemon acted as guardians of their comrade's children, in memory of a lost friend, or took up general guard duty around the village if that option was unavailable for whatever reason.

The same was true in other regions; if young enough, Pokemon breeders would take them, and if particularly strong or rare, gym leaders would give them a home and worthy battles.

Those that were still in the system stayed at said orphanages as the paperwork went through, and were cared for by the staff and various volunteers, normally young children whose parents wanted them to learn about Pokemon or older trainers, like Bruce, who no longer travelled.

Such orphanages often modeled themselves after daycares, from what she had read, with a large reception area and a large fenced-in area out back for the Pokemon to play, a section of the building set aside for those Pokemon that were too young or needed extra care.

Of course, that was exactly where Bruce was headed, and Hillevi was happy enough to follow him.

He had explained on the way that there had been a mudslide in the mountains of Alaska, due to a heavy series of summer rainstorms and destabilized earth, that devastated the Pokemon that lived in the area and required rescue groups to intervene.

Centers and orphanages all over the United Regions had mobilized to take in the injured, homeless Pokemon that had nowhere else to go or could no longer survive in the wild.

This meant the medical wing was busier than usual, and Hillevi immediately stepped to one side of the doorway to keep from blocking the other volunteers and doctors, looking around as Cloudjumper leaned invisibly over one shoulder.

There were multiple plastic crates and baskets lined with blankets, with various Pokemon curled up amid the folds, whining and sometimes trembling at their new surroundings.

She spotted a few Geodudes, a Mankey, a couple Spoink and Machop, even a Teddiursa, with varying scrapes, bruises and cuts from their ordeal.

Bruce, having gotten a status update from the head doctor, motioned for Hillevi to follow as he moved towards the back wall, where a single crate sat on one of the metal exam tables.

"I usually take care of the difficult cases." Bruce explained, stopping a comfortable distance from their goal. "But I think you can help me with these two."

Curious, with Cloudjumper tugging on her sweater insistently, the Valhallan stepped closer and stood on tiptoe to peer inside.

A pair of dark purple eyes blinked back at her, and she sucked in a breath as the Dratini curled tighter around the Deino in her coils, ear-fins trembling.

"It's okay…" The reddish-brunette whispered, staying right where she was even as Cloudjumper tugged harder, starting to whine, and Toothless' Poke Ball trembled. "No one's going to hurt you, sweetheart…"

The blind Dragon sniffled, licking the snake-like Dratini's cheek, and she grumbled in acquiescence.

Shuffling closer, Hillevi held out a hand for them to scent, swallowing a giggle as the Deino shoved his nose against her palm and started gumming at the skin, too young to even have fangs.

Cloudjumper cooed, revealing herself as she leaned in, touching noses with the Dratini and huffing so the baby giggled.

"See, I'm not so bad…"

With a little sniff, Dratini studied both girl and Latias closely, ear-fins twitching back and forth in thought before nudging the Valhallan's hand with a soft nose.

She started petting the blue Pokemon's head as Bruce stepped up, Todd joining Cloudjumper in a song as he started checking the pair over.

They were rather battered, but not quite so badly as the others; even baby Dragons were surprisingly sturdy against most things, though not enough to escape something like a mudslide unscathed.

"They're so young…" Hillevi whispered as the scientist prodded at a bruise on the Deino's scarred hide, checking for broken bones.

"A lot of them are." Bruce admitted, working methodically to check down the Dratini's entire length for breaks.

Watching the hatchlings as they flinched and whined, latching onto her hands for comfort, Hillevi looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.

For all his self-control and restraint, Bruce knew when he was beat.

With a nod, he finished the examination quickly and stepped away, leaving the Tamer of Dragons to do what she did best.

"If you want, you can come home with me…"