Once Dexter was convinced the danger was passed, he absolutely loved the Forbidden Island.

In the light of Rapidash's mane, Talonflame's fire, and Ludwig's Will-O-Wisp-which helpfully changed color from red to blue as they passed-, the Rotom Pokedex took pictures of the tightly-packed trees, twisting every which way to get another angle.

"Won't this scare off the Pokemon?" Ginny whispered, glancing over at Togepi and finding the baby Pokemon completely untroubled by the looming shadows.

"Ghost types will be more interested in the light than frightened, and want to investigate." Neville explained. "Electric-types tend to use Flash when moving, so that won't be a problem. Besides, since the flames are all Pokemon-created, they won't be any worse than if we used flashlights. Might even be better."

"That's right." Oliver voiced in surprise. "I learned about how Pokemon flames draw less attention than human ones while I was in Kalos. Gardeners use Pokemon Lamps in gardens to attract Flabebe. How did you know that?"

"Neville is the next Jack Kenway!" Ron replied with a grin, the shy boy ducking his head with a blush. "Uh, I mean with Tracking…Not the 'grab some crazy sticks and beat people to death with them' way."

"They're called escrima sticks, Ron." Hermione informed him.

"And Kenway only killed…thirty people?" Fred voiced.

"Yes, thirty people by himself." George agreed after doing the mental math. "And he didn't beat them to death. Most he electrocuted with those sticks, or snapped their necks. Add in all the Pokemon he's used, though…"

"You do know you're talking about what some would call mass murder like you'd discuss the weather, right?" Katie pointed out.

"Should I point out that Valhalla supported Johto in that war?" Hillevi stated, looking back as Meatlug followed the game trail. "Or that James was in a war before being turned in a brainwashed assassin for decades?"

The group seemed to roll this around in their heads for a moment before deciding to drop the subject altogether, especially since said super soldier was right behind them.

The path started to narrow, forcing the others to funnel through in pairs, Meatlug taking up the whole width with her bulk.

"Do you think there are anymore Trevenants around?" Hermione whispered, rubbing her arms and glancing around nervously.

"Probably." Angelina noted. "There could be none, or every tree on this island could be one. Kenway proved when he discovered them that some trees are in fact Trevenant that have fallen asleep and become more, well, treeish than Pokemon. As long as we don't disturb them like Fred and George did, we should be okay."

"That isn't doing much to ease my worries." Hermione admitted, twitching as a twig snapped underfoot.

Cloudjumper turned around and cooed comfortingly, ears perked attentively.

"Not a fan of them?" Harry asked.

"I don't like Ghost-types period." The bushy-haired girl replied, flashing a weak smile at Togepi when she took offense on Ludwig's behalf. "I like Ludwig a lot, trust me, but other Ghost-types tend to be a bit too mean for my tastes. Same with Dark-types. I understand why they act the way they do, but that doesn't mean I like their tricks."

Abe turned his head to look at the girl, eyebrow raised, as Demon shook out his horns and Sting grumbled.

"What about Bug-types?" Katie called out from behind most of the group.

"Ugh." Both Hermione and Ginny replied with a shudder.

"Hm…"

"What?" Hillevi asked, turning to see Fred as Dexter took a picture of a maple tree oozing sap.

"I think our dear Hermione is being projected on."

"Huh?" Harry voiced.

"Psychic are weak against three types." Fred elaborated. "Dark, Ghost, and Bug. Hermione here has a Ralts, a Psychic-"

"Actually, Ralts is a dual-type, Psychic and Fairy." Hermione interjected. "They proved that this summer at the International Trainer Conference-"

"Ralts is a Psychic-type, and would naturally be leery of those types." Fred finished, as if no one had interrupted him.

"But Ralts isn't just Psychic, she's a Fairy." Hermione continued. "Which means Steel and Poison would be more concerning than Bugs-"

"So?" Ron asked his brother, both ignoring the huff that earned them.

"You've heard of the idea that people influence the behavior of their Pokemon, right?" Oliver piped up. "The reverse is also true. Pokemon can influence their trainers."

Luna frowned from her perch on Katie's Rapidash.

"So we shouldn't point out the two Ghost-types that are floating above Hermione's-?"

Said girl screamed as she glanced up to spot said Pokemon, who shrieked in return and tried to hide behind Ron, and took off into the underbrush.

"Sharpshot!"

The Charmeleon roared, taking off after the bookworm Gryffindor, as the ghosts swirled around the group.

"Talonflame, use-"

"NO!" Luna shouted, Cloudjumper crying out in agreement, as the blonde scrambled down. "Can't you see they're just as scared as we are?"

The half-Veela crouched and cooed softly, motioning for the pair to approach her.

"Sh, it's okay. I know Hermione can be loud at times, and her hair does look like a happy little bush in a painting, but you get used to her. It's okay."

"Is she actually babying the ghosts?" Ron stage-whispered.

"I baby Dragons." Hillevi replied with a shrug.

"Photos captured!" Dexter proclaimed, an archived page appearing on his screen. "Phantump, the Stump Pokemon. A Grass/Ghost-type. According to legend, medicine to cure any illness can be made by plucking the green leaves on its head, brewing them, and boiling down the liquid."

The page flipped.

"Pumpkaboo, the Pumpkin Pokemon. A Grass/Ghost-type. It is said to carry wandering spirits to the place where they belong so they can move on."

"Neville, which would you like?" Luna voiced.

"Huh?"

"I'd rather have the Pumpkaboo, but if you'd prefer it…"

"No, no, you can have him." Neville replied, scratching his head.

Luna nodded, taking out a Poke Ball.

"Sorry, Harry, I'd offer you one, but Neville is a Grass trainer and I'd hate to break these two up."

"No problem, Luna."

"How do you know they want to be your partners?" Oliver wondered.

The Pumpkaboo happily sprung into the blonde's arms, squealing in delight, while the Phantump, much more reserved, floated over to Neville and latched onto his finger.

"Never mind…"

Once the Ghost-types were properly captured, Luna smiled.

"I'm going to call you Linus."

"Why Linus?" Katie wondered as the First Year got back on her Rapidash.

"Because he's a great pumpkin!"

Before Hillevi could find anything to say, a bark yanked her attention away as Sharpshot returned, Hermione on her tail with a new Pokemon.

"Photo captured!" Dexter repeated, almost giddy.

He hadn't taken so many pictures since first awakening!

"Espurr, the Restraint Pokemon. A Psychic-type. The organ that emits its intense psychic power is sheltered by its ears to keep power from leaking out."

"Aren't you the cutest little guy?" Hermione cooed, rubbing noses. "Yes you are! Yes you are! You wandered right up to me and knew we were meant to be together, didn't you Crookshanks?"

"Crookshanks?" Hillevi voiced, patting Sharpshot's head in thanks.

"There was this kid's show where this woman had all these Pokemon puppets and would teach kids life lessons." Hermione explained. "Crookshanks was the best."

"This is the song that never ends…" George sang, earning a glare from Alicia and-most importantly-James.

"I thought we were coming out to battle and catch Pokemon, not have them wander into our hands." Fred voiced with a laugh.

"Works for Harry." Ron noted.

Said boy flushed at that, embarrassed.

"It's not my fault all my Pokemon were either given to me or found!"

"I was given Sharpshot and Meatlug once I spoke my first words." Hillevi agreed, patting the Lairon happily. "I saved Toothless and Stormfly, found Skullcrusher, Lockjaw and Drumfire as Eggs, and adopted Brightclaw and Blackstar from an orphanage. That doesn't make them any less part of my team."

"Well, if things continue like this, you'll remain a battle virgin for another year, Harry." George teased, slinging an arm around the boy's shoulders.

In fact, Crookshanks was the last Pokemon to wander up to them.

Katie caught a Heracross-

"Heracross, the Single Horn Pokemon. A Bug/Fighting-type. With its herculean powers, it can easily throw around an object that is a hundred times its own weight."

-that Harry had passed on, and Ginny caught a Pachirisu-

"Pachirisu, the Elesquirrel Pokemon. An Electric-type. It's one of the kinds of Pokemon with electric cheek pouches. It shoots charges from its tail."

-after a ten minute battle, much to her delight.

Alicia got a Golduck-

"Golduck, the Duck Pokemon. A Water-type. Golduck is the fastes swimmer among all Pokemon. It swims effortlessly, even in a rough, stormy sea. It sometimes rescues people from wrecked ships floundering in high seas."

-that Harry also decided against, and Oliver the Gloom-

"Gloom, the Weed Pokemon. A Grass/Poison-type. Gloom releases a foul fragrance from the pistil of its flower. When faced with danger, the stench worsens. If this Pokemon is feeling calm and secure, it does not release its usual stinky aroma."

-that was found next, stating that he did not sense a connection with any of the Pokemon.

George and Fred also caught a Volbeat-

"Volbeat, the Firefly Pokemon. A Bug-type. Volbeats tail glows like a lightbulb. With other Volbeat, it uses its tail to draw geometric shapes in the night sky. This Pokemon loves the sweet aroma given off by Illumise."

-and an Illumise-

"Illumise, the Firefly Pokemon. A Bug-type. Illumise attracts a swarm of Volbeat using a sweet fragrance. Once the Volbeat have gathered, this Pokemon leads the lit-up swarm in drawing geometric designs on the canvas of the night sky."

-, leaving Harry, Ron, Angelina, Hillevi and James the only ones without new Pokemon.

A low chatter from overhead distracted Oliver's attempts to reason with the boy about catching something, and the group looked up to see a purple monkey-like Pokemon hanging from the thickly-woven branches, making faces and giggling.

"Photo captured! Aipom, the Long Tail Pokemon. A Normal-type. It lives high among the treetops. It can use its tail as freely and cleverly as its hands."

"What do you think, Harry?" Ron wondered.

"No…I don't feel a connection with him, either."

"She." Dexter corrected, smiling.

James stared at the Aipom, gaze distant, and Cloudjumper nudged at Hillevi's shoulder.

"Back up, guys."

The Gryffindors looked at her strangely, but wisely did so when the super soldier gestured to Abe.

"Bounce."

The Aipom squeaked as Abe flew up to meet her, leaping away before the Absol struck and firing of a Swift.

Deflecting the diamond-sharp stars with his blade, Abe clutched at the interwoven branches with sharp claws and fired off a Psycho Cut.

Swinging off to the left, the Aipom lunged in a Fury Swipes, each stroke being expertly blocked by Abe's blade, even upside-down.

Latching onto the smaller Pokemon's shoulder with a Bite, he gave her a good shake to make sure she had no grip on the branches before throwing the Aipom down towards the forest floor.

Without so much as blinking, James threw a Poke Ball moments before the Pokemon landed, watching as the ball wiggled once, twice…

CLICK!

Demon trotted over to pick the ball up as Abe climbed down, returning to his trainer like a Lillipup playing fetch.

Blank as anything, the super soldier accepted the sphere and called for its new occupant, offering the dazed Aipom a Potion to drink.

Latching on like an infant, tail wrapping around his vibranium arm while settling into the crook of his other arm, the Normal-type chittered happily as something soft and lost crossed the man's face.

"I'll call you…Andi."

Realizing that the Hogwarts students were staring, wide-eyed and dumbstruck, the Winter Soldier glared.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"I didn't see anything!"

"Is that a leaf? I like leaves."

"Did you see something, brother?"

"Not me, brother."

"Where's the Ghost of Christmas Present? I want to see Tiny Tim."

Covering her smile, Hillevi turned as Cloudjumper tugged on her jacket, curious.

"Cloudjumper?"

The Latias stared down the path, where the trail opened into a small clearing rimmed by a lake, still.

Baby…

A cry had Meatlug lurching into action, barreling towards the source with a roar as Sharpshot raced past, spewing flames.

Hillevi held on as they burst into the clearing, already scanning the area before Meatlug even landed.

There, just to her left, a little purple blob, cowering in thick roots as a trio of Murkrow laughed-

"Sharpshot, Flame Burst!"

The Darkness Pokemon scattered at that, wheeling around on her as the others caught up.

"Protect!"

Their Peck attacks bounced off the shimmering dome, and finally flew off at Meatlug's Rock Slide, jeering and taunting.

Sliding off, Hillevi rushed over to where she had seen the little purple Pokemon, Dexter floating at her shoulder.

With great care, the Valhallan crouched down to peer into the roots, meeting a pair of teary dark eyes.

"Hey, little one…" She cooed, deaf to the 'click' of Dexter's camera. "It's okay, they're gone now…"

Sniffling, the little Pokemon inched closer, and Hillevi slid her own hand just inside the opening.

"No one's going to hurt you, I promise…"

With a little sniff, the creature cuddled into her palm, and Hillevi carefully extracted her from the protective wood.

Everyone stared, in awe.

"Goomy, the Soft Tissue Pokemon." Dexter intoned softly. "A Dragon-type. The weakest of all Dragon-type Pokemon, it's unable to breathe if its skin dries out, so it sticks to shady places."

Cloudjumper cooed, projecting safetyPacklove, as Sharpshot grunted in comfort and Meatlug nudged the tiny purple Pokemon gently.

"I don't think you're weak." Hillevi assured, running a hand over the Goomy's slimy membrane. "You just need someone to look out for you, that's all."

Blinking up at her, the little pile of goo cooed and rubbed against her like a cat, earning a pulse of delight from Cloudjumper as the reddish-brunette giggled.

"I guess you want that someone to be me?"

The tiny Dragon nodded, gurgling happily, and she pulled out a Poke Ball.

"Alright, I know when I'm beat. Welcome to the family…Gemtrail."

"How do you keep finding Dragons?" Hermione asked, genuinely confused. "How is it possible that every Pokemon you find is a Dragon-type?"

Flushing pink, Hillevi just shrugged as she clipped the newest addition to her belt.

"I guess they sent out a memo?"

"What are you up to, mate?" Harry wondered, spotting Ron standing by the water, staring intently and holding a Dive Ball up in one hand.

"Sh…I have to time this just right. Almost, almost…"

The ball hit the surface with a spray that soaked Angelina, flying back into the Weasley's hand with a satisfying SHWAP!

"Yes!"

"What did you get, Ron?" Hermione wondered, Andi chattering with Sting from her new perch on James' shoulder.

"Check it out!"

The Pokemon was called forth in a flash of light, and even Hillevi could only stare at the pathetically flopping fish and the stones embedded in its scales.

"Photo captured." Dexter stated, a touch unsure. "Magikarp, the Fish Pokemon. A Water-type. Whoever its opponent, and however horrible the attack it receives, all it does is splash around."

"A Magikarp?" Fred sighed, not even smiling. "Ron, are you trying to embarrass the family?"

"Hey, I did my homework for once! A Magikarp might be weak-"

"Pathetic." Katie added.

"Sad." Fred chimed in.

"Useless." George agreed.

"For once, I have nothing." Luna admitted.

"I think it's trying to kill itself." Neville voiced, watching the flopping Pokemon hop away from the water.

"But I have plans for him!" Ron continued stubbornly. "I just need to spend time with him, toughen him up, and he'll evolve into the mighty Gyarados! Imagine that! Mister Ron Weasley, with that mighty flying dragon-"

"They aren't Dragons." Hillevi pointed out as Cloudjumper watched the Magikarp aim for some rocks.

"Yup, definitely trying to kill itself." Neville noted, watching as the Fish Pokemon began banging its head against said rocks. "And failing, too. That must be depressing."

"Besides, look at how cool he is!" Ron insisted, dragging his new Pokemon back towards the water. "See all those cool shiny sparkles in his scales? Imagine that, but on a giant blue dragon!"

"Again, it isn't a Dragon." Hermione reminded him.

"Trust me, guys!" Ron assured, lifting the Magikarp up. "This is a brilliant plan! I'm a genius!"

Said Weasley blinked as a blur swooped by, snatching his Pokemon and gliding up into the trees with its dinner.

"Photo captured!" Dexter proclaimed. "Emolga, the Sky Squirrel Pokemon. An Electric/Flying-type. The energy made in its cheeks' electric pouches is stored inside its membranes and released while it is gliding."

"Emolga, Emolga, Emolga!" Ron chanted with glee. "That's my favorite Pokemon! It's just so awesome!"

Before he could grab another Poke Ball, Fred grabbed his wrist.

"Fred? Let me-"

"Rules are rules, Ronnie." Fred scolded. "Only one Pokemon per person on this trip."

"No! Please, you have to-"

"Sorry, dear little brother, but rules are rules. George and I got our Volbeat and Illumise, Ollie and Katie have theirs, Mister and Missus Longbottom have their phantoms, our little Dragon has found another lost soul, and even her personal bodyguard caught an Aipom. The only person left who could capture it is-"

"Harry!" Ron practically screamed, scrambling to his friend and shaking the poor boy hard. "Please! Please capture it! I'd love to have one, but at least if you had it, I could be around one! I'll even help you care for it and-"

"Okay, okay!" Harry conceded, gently removing the Weasley's grip from his jacket.

With a look at Eevee, Harry took in the Emolga as it lightly shocked Magikarp, who hardly seemed to notice or care.

"I guess a flying Electric-type that's immune to Ground moves would be a good Pokemon to have around. Eevee, use Shadow Ball!"

Said Pokemon leapt up, using the lower branches as springboard to reach his opponent and fire off the ghostly orb.

The Emolga was struck sidelong and thrown into the trunk, dropping an uncaring Magikarp to the ground below.

Harry threw a Poke Ball, but it was shocked from midair before the Electric-type dove at Eevee, forcing the Evolution Pokemon to jump to another tree and fire off another Shadow Ball, which was summarily dodged.

A second Poke Ball made contact, but Emolga broke free in seconds, landing on another tree and sticking his tongue out while bouncing.

"He's a tough one." Harry admitted, prepping another ball-

The tree groaned, and Hillevi stumbled back, Dexter squeaking and flying into her bag to hide.

"Bloody hell!" Oliver shouted. "Not more of them!"

More Trevenants shook themselves awake, Linus and Phantump burrowing into their new trainer's chest as Mickey and Flora stood to face this new threat.

"Harry, forget it, we need to go!" Oliver ordered, Talonflame having already taken to the air.

Katie cried out as a burst of electricity shocked her and her Rapidash, revealing a herd of Electrike across the water.

"Meatlug!"

The Lairon roared, standing between her allies and the new threat to absorb the shocks, Plusle and Minun jumping onto her spikes to act as lightning rods.

"Ginny, send out your Pachirisu!" Fred called out. "We need to block those Thunderbolts!"

"Mickey!" Luna voiced, snapping into focus. "Bulldozer!"

The move toppled the herd of Electrike over like bowling pins, while Hillevi and James turned their attention to the encroaching Trevenants.

"Sharpshot, Heat Wave!"

"Psycho Cut. Inferno. Icy Wind."

Hermione's Snorunt and Neville's Sam added some of their own ice, but the Trevenant were extremely powerful and would not be deterred.

"Eevee, protect Togepi!" Harry ordered, placing her on the furry Pokemon's back, and Flora used one of her vines to make a seatbelt while Eevee fired off Shadow Balls.

"Powder Snow!" Ron shouted, releasing Cubchoo while lifting Magikarp up like a club as one of the Trevenant prepared to eat Emolga whole.

Hillevi yelped as a Spearow dived past her head, ducking down as Cloudjumper responded with a Psywave.

"Shock Wave!"

Meatlug roared as she released a pulse electricity, knocking out the Flying-types until another wave swooped in.

"Everyone, fall back!" Hillevi ordered, detaching the black Poke Ball from the chain around her neck. "I'm getting us out of here!"

No one argued, already battered and exhausting just from trying to hold the hordes off, and Hillevi tossed the sphere up in a flash of light.

"Toothless, Fire Blast!"

The Rayquaza appeared with a ground-quaking roar, breathing such a glut of flame that Meatlug had to throw up Protect to keep the humans from being roasted.

Falling back, the wild Pokemon trembled in the face of Toothless' wrath, and found no mercy.

A Brutal Swing sent the entire assortment of Trevenant and Electrike flying, coupled with a Shock Wave to down the Spearow, and the Sky High Pokemon curled around the group with a rumbling growl that shook the marrow in their bones.

"Everyone on!" Hillevi ordered, yanking Ginny and Luna over to his head. "Move!"

Pokemon were recalled with amazing swiftness as the Gryffindors clambered up the Rayquaza's coils, James swinging up using one of his fins.

Holding onto Toothless' long horns, Hillevi felt her heart give a little kick as the army started to rise.

"Fly!"

The group screamed as he did just that, cutting through the air straight up and twisting into a level flight pattern, already aiming for Hogwarts.

"Is anyone hurt?" The Valhallan worried, turning to check both First Years over for injuries.

There was a chorus of negatives in response, and both Weasley Twins grinned tiredly.

"Now that's the Dragon of Gryffindor."