Harry wished he could say the train ride was half as boring as last year's, but it wouldn't become true just for speaking it. The train was a little more full, and the best they could find for privacy was a compartment with a single student already present.

It was a slight girl, blonde and possessing grey eyes. She was reading a magazine of some description when they entered, but her eyes bulged and she stared at him when they sat down.

"Hello. I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Harry. Harold of Kaer Morhen." Hermione introduced herself and him politely, though pointedly. She was not enthused at the stares.

"Kaer Morhen?" The girl asked. Harry noted that she was one of the very few who could pronounce it correctly. "It's beautiful."

Harry was struck by the statement. "What? You've been?"

She shook her head. "I see it now... oh, I'm terribly sorry. I am Luna Lovegood."

"A pleasure. You can see it?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Yes. My goodness, it's astonishing. I can barely see you at all Mister Morhen, just your home where you should be."

Harry was doubly struck at being called 'Mister Morhen' and that she was apparently seeing his home instead of him.

"Describe it for me." He demanded.

"Stone floors and walls, with high ceilings and thin windows that light shines through brightly. Cots covered in animal skins, and a view overlooking the courtyard. Green trees and mountains surrounding the place, which looks almost like an empty castle." Luna described.

Harry swallowed. "Are you some kind of Oracle?"

Luna shook her head. It was all she would say in response.

Harry firmed his resolve. "Forget Hogwarts, I'm going to teach you."

Luna cocked her head. "But Daddy's already paid tuition to Hogwarts, Mr. Morhen. I can't get a tutor or a Master."

"It's Harry. And I'll teach you for free."

Hermione huffed in false exasperation.

"What are you the Master of, Harry?"

"Sorcery."

"I accept." she said softly.

It was the start of something different. In the recent pass he had been starting to wonder what his success rate would be when he could only truly claim some knowledge from his home, and no success in finding it.

Though, what kind of gift allowed someone to see your home instead of you?

"How does Hermione appear under your sight?" He asked.

The girl was reluctant to move her gaze, he realized. She was drinking in the sight of him. It was peculiar, and she slowly acquiesced, flicking her eyes to his apprentice for a moment before turning back to him greedily.

"Riddled with Wrackspurts." Luna answered obediently.

"Wrackspurts? What are they?" Harry asked.

"Creatures. They flit about your ears and cause confusion and make you unfocused."

"I see." Harry said, holding up a hand to stop Hermione from interjecting. "What do they look like?"

"They're often invisible. They somewhat resemble gnats. Small and flying."

Harry lowered his hand and gave Hermione a glance. "I have no idea what she is. You know, beyond my second apprentice."

"Crazy, maybe?" Hermione offered, glancing spitefully at the blonde. It took a solid minute before Harry could identify a probable cause.

Hermione had been an insecure girl, known to her school peers as someone with too big teeth and too frizzy hair. Knobby kneed and a little gangly. Magic had corrected most of these flaws. Now she was well proportioned, for her age. Fit, a tad muscular. The only thing left she wasn't a fan of was her frizzy hair, and it was steadily smoothing out.

Luna Lovegood was fair. Naturally pretty. If he were home, she would be a princess or a wife before she could learn magic. He was lucky they were here, or he wouldn't have this renewed determination. Perhaps Hermione was worried that a girl who started luckier would end as such also.

There did come an issue from such a problem. He wasn't the best at soothing worries. Yennefer got mad if someone tried to sooth her, except perhaps Geralt, who needed little soothing. Ciri as well was not one who needed soothing. Both of the light haired pair were pleased with a heartfelt apology, and weren't prone to worrying over simple things.

Well... Geralt seemed to handle things well usually enough.

"You needn't worry Hermione, you are quite beautiful, and will only grow more so."

Harry wasn't entirely sure that he expressed the sentiment he was trying to share, but there was something intriguing in watching the girl turn bright red and curl into a ball to hide her face. This also had the convenient side effect of halting whatever envy that had started to poison her tongue.

"You're undoubtedly more beautiful, Harold." Luna offered, her eyes unwavering from whatever sight she was seeing. He felt his own envy for a moment. He would love a glimpse of home. This was soon eclipsed by the strange realization that he was being admired. By a girl who could apparently only see his home.

"Can you even see what color my hair is? Or my eyes?" Harry asked, struck curious.

She peered into his face, awe apparent as she searched for the answer.

"Black hair... emerald green eyes... wait a moment, you're Harry Potter, aren't you?"

He laughed. "An entire year of school, most too blinded by my Mastery to see what was right in front of them. The books all describe me well enough, and a girl who can barely see my face through her gift has pieced it together in moments. My, but you are delightful."

She was staring at his hair, in a sort of morbid fascination, as he could tell.

"What is it you see there?"

"People. Armored with pointy helmets. Tall, black hair." she described.

"At Kaer Morhen?" Harry asked sharply.

"No. A long way away. I think they're home."

"And what is it you see in my eyes?" he asked further.

"Power. Magic. Your eyes are clearly visible to me, even as I see a land and a people in everything else."

"I see. Thank you."

"I'm tired now. Harold? Let me know when we are getting close to Hogwarts?" she asked.

Harry nodded, and Luna leaned back into her seat and relaxed.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked, having finally unraveled herself, though her face was still a little red.