Based of Mr. Chaos' Harry Potter: Pokemon Master series (which includes Harry Potter and the Master's Ball, Harry Potter and the Chamber of the Unown, Harry Potter and the Lord of Sevii, Harry Potter and the Grand Trainer Tournament, and Harry Potter and the Order of Moltres), this series is a Steven Universe/Harry Potter/Pokemon crossover that follows his awesome ideas. It's a rewrite, so there will be similarities to the previous work.

Please, go look up Mr. Chaos and his stories. They're great.

Sincerely,

ChibiLover123

Off the coast of Avalon is a crescent slash of land called Litore Island.

On the northern tip sits Guinevere Town, a boardwalk borough of generations-old storefronts and stretches of white sand, a time-worn rambler house sitting on the outskirts as a watchful guard over the many residences under its gaze.

Tall trees and flowering bushes took over only yards after, Combee buzzing about collecting honey and Swellow flitting among the branches with twitters of bird-song, rising into a cliff on the southern shore draped in colorful blossoms that acted as a cape to the eight-armed figure carved into the bluff's face, cradling a tiny house in her lap as a mother would her child.

A wooden staircase, paint bleached white from constant sunshine, led from the railed-in porch to the beach below, Luvdisc peeking out from the water as Krabby scuttled about, a faint tune wafting in from the boardwalk arcade thanks to a steady breeze.

Humming along, a young girl drew lazy swirls in the sand with lax fingers, long pink ringlets swaying with another gust of ocean air and dark eyes following a Popplio as the small Water-type hopped around on her tail, a water bubble balanced precariously on a pink-ball nose.

Her gaze drifted to the rolling ocean then, hum fading, and the Popplio plopped onto her belly with a worried sound, bubble rolling off over the swells and dips of sand.

"I've been standing at the edge of the water, long as I can remember, never really knowing why…"

The words poured out, soft and melancholy, and the Sea Lion Pokemon copied the melody in coos and sighs.

"I wish I could be the perfect daughter, but I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try…"

Her gaze drifted up to the temple almost looming overhead, weathered and broken and cracked.

"Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go, where I long to be…"

Her voice rose, and Pokemon went quiet to listen, Sentret pausing in their foraging and Tentacool bobbing out of the water.

"See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me…And no one knows, how far it goes…If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know…If I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go."

She paused, gaze turning guiltily back to the town just within view, words hush.

"I know everybody on this island seems so happy on this island, everything is by design…I know everybody on this island has a role, on this island…So maybe I can roll with mine…"

A hand fell to the soft wrinkles of her shirt, pressing against a round, pink Gem in her belly.

"I can lead with pride, I can make us strong, I'll be satisfied if I play along, but the voice inside sings a different song-"

Her breath hitched, and the Popplio whined, eyes inky and sad.

"What is wrong with me?"

Sunlight glinted off the waves, and she focused there, the outline of Avalon almost visible beyond.

"See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding…But no one knows, how deep it goes…And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me…And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line?"

A door opening cut off her voice, and the pink-haired girl glanced up as an elegant figure stepped out onto the porch, followed by a Lilligant and Bellossom.

"Nasrin? Ariel? It's time for lunch!"

"We're coming, Pearl!" Nasrin called back, standing as her Pokemon bounced over to climb up onto a shoulder.

But she paused at the stairs, gaze drifting back to that faint impression of land on the horizon, and the last verse floated out like a quiet promise.

"See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me…And no one knows, how far it goes…If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know, how far I'll go."