Fate decided she didn't like how her prophecy had been interpreted. As she pondered how to fix things, her old friend Arceus joined her. Together they came up with a plan that would shake the Wizarding World to its foundations. How will the addition of these strange new magical animals change Harry's future?
This is a response to Draynuy's "The strange new magical animals" plot summary.
When I started this story I said I would stick with the first three generations. Now that I've played Pokémon Sun/Moon, I've decided to expand my pool of available Pokémon to all seven generations.
This story will be a Harry/multi fic eventually. However, the pairings won't start until at least third year.
There will be some slight bashing of AD/RW/MW but I don't plan to focus on it very much except maybe Dumbles (though I AM going to try to keep it to a minimal). Ginny may get some bashing at first introduction for being a fangirl, but that will end quick enough.
This is my first attempt at FF, so let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Pokémon or Harry Potter. I am just playing around in the sandbox that they left open.
Prologue
Unknown Location - Unknown Time
Fate sighed as she looked down at her chosen one of this universe. She thought her prophecy would be a blessing, a gift, for the people of its world. Fate had believed that it would be used to give the world hope. That her chosen one would get help. That it would spur others into action. That everything would work out for the better.
It was only now, as her chosen one was laying in a basket at the doorstep to the house of his last remaining relatives, that she could see what her prophecy had really caused. Every path she saw ahead for her chosen one ended in disaster for the child. Sure, in most cases her prophecy came to pass just as she wished. However, in every single instance the child would suffer and lose many loved ones. Fate hated how things had turned out. Things would have been better if she had never let the prophecy be told.
Not even Fate had believed that the meddling old fool would take the path that he did. At the time there had only been one path that ended in this result. That amounted to a 0.01% chance of this happening. How Albus Brian Dumbledore (she was well aware how he gave himself additional middle names to seem more important), and others, had made all the exact decisions to lead to this was beyond her. Now, thanks to his meddling, it was practically guaranteed that her chosen one would never be truly happy.
"You look troubled, old friend."
Fate was surprised out of her musings by the voice. She turned to see a white equine-like creature with gold rings around its middle.
"Arceus!" Fate smiled in greeting. "I am glad to see you. How does the chosen one in your world fare?"
"Ash has completed his journey." Arceus's smile could be heard in the telepathic voice. "He has finally achieved his dream of becoming a Master."
"It does me good to hear that one of my plans has actually succeeded," Fate sighed. She had many universes to watch over. Most of the time things turned out exactly has she wanted. Others, like her current problem, didn't even come close.
"Ah," Arceus watched the scrying circle in front of Fate for a bit as it played flashes of the future for this world. "I understand your problem now."
Fate turned back to the ring herself and frowned, "It doesn't matter how much I change things at this point. It seems to always end in disaster."
Arceus tilted his head at Fate. "How did you let it get this bad? You usually head off these things before they become a problem."
Fate actually blushed. "I got distracted by a chosen one that was particularly stubborn. I thought I was going to have to use his son and daughter. In the end, he made the right decision and chose his son over the Dark Lord."
Arceus nodded, "So while you averted one crises. Another was created while you weren't paying attention."
"Hey," Fate protested, "I may be a divine being but I'm not perfect!"
Arceus chuckled at this. "Trust me, I know we aren't perfect."
Fate only nodded at that. She was well aware of Arceus's past and his encounter with his world's chosen one.
Silence fell as the two divine beings watched the scrying ring. The scenarios it showed seemed to get worse and worse. Fate started to get depressed after a while. Was there no way to change things for the better? The best, and most likely, ending so far was her chosen one growing up abused and unloved, then making only two good friends at school, falling victim to a love potion to girl that looked like his mother (this had Fate gagging in response), before being manipulated into sacrificing himself to save everyone. The boy would survive, yes, but he would never find true happiness let alone true love.
"I… have an idea," Arceus suddenly stated.
Fate's eyes snapped to the white equine. "I'm all ears at this point. Whatever idea you have can't be worse than that." She pointed at the ring as it showed a black haired boy being swallowed by a dragon.
"I've always found that when plans go awry, the best thing to do is to introduce a bit of anarchy." Arceus lifted a golden hoof and touched the scrying ring.
Fate stared wide eyed at the images now showing in the ring.
"That… might just work," she turned to her companion and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do this? They are your children after all."
"If it helps this world's chosen one then yes." Arceus nodded slowly. "But I think we will need to make a few alterations to how my children normally behave."
"I agree," Fate responded. "This world has true magic which will complicate things for your children. Also, the technology isn't as advanced as your original world." Even though she was pointing out issues, Fate was practically bouncing with excitement. This had the biggest potential of anything she had tried so far.
"We need to be careful in executing this," Arceus warned, "or we might make things worse."
Fate actually laughed at this. "I doubt it can be worse than the path where his soul gets sucked out at 13, causing a magical backlash strong enough to destroy a major ley line. The destruction of which triggers the earth's core to implode in on itself, destroying…" She trailed off when she noticed Arceus gaping at her.
Arceus started to shake his head. "You gave this world's chosen one enough power to destroy a ley line? What were you thinking?"
Fate blushed again and murmured something about being bored.
Arceus rolled his eyes, but decided not to pursue the topic. Instead he decided to take immediate action on a thought he had.
"Mew, Celebi, Jirachi… I have a mission for you three."
The three in question appeared before the divine beings. The first was a pink feline that had a playful air about it. The second was a green fairy like being that seemed to make those around it at peace. The third was a small white humanoid with a gold star shaped helmet like thing on top of its head. This one looked like it just woke up from a nap.
"What's up, pops?" the pink cat, Mew, asked after doing a flip in mid air.
"I need you three to keep an eye on the young boy there," Arceus indicated the scrying ring that now showed the 15 month old child wrapped in a blanket on the doorstep of his relative's house. "Watch over him and protect him, but don't let yourselves be known quite yet. I will let you know when the time is right."
Celebi, the green fairy, nodded in acceptance. "We can do that, father."
"Yeah, pops!" Mew exclaimed, "It will be fun to have a new playmate!"
Jirachi sighed, "Mew did you not listen to father? He said we can't play with him yet."
Mew sagged a bit before brightening up a bit, "He doesn't have to know we are there for us to have fun with him!"
Arceus shook his head at the trio's antics. "Just be careful you three. There is magic in this world that is capable of things beyond what a psychic can do."
"Don't worry, father," Jirachi said sleepily.
"You can count on us!" The three exclaimed in unison before disappearing.
Arceus, the God of Pokémon, sighed before turning back to his companion. Fate had stood there and watched the interaction with an amused smile.
"Was it wise to send them before we even began planning? They seem like they are just as liable to play tag with the boy as protect him." Fate inquired.
Arceus actually shrugged at this. "I truly don't know. Those three can be quite the handful most of the time, and they usually aren't the most discreet of my children, but they are strong and reliable... And if the boy is as powerful as you claim, we need to make sure he is protected now. Who knows how long it will take us to plan things just right."
Fate pondered this for a moment before reluctantly nodding in defeat. "Right, well let's get to it old friend."
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Chapter 1 - The Birthday Egg
Hogwarts Grounds - July 30, 1991
Hagrid was in high spirits as he made his rounds that morning. His mood was infectious apparently. Fang was bounding ahead of him with as much energy has a puppy. He adjusted the crossbow hanging at his side as he pondered the reason for his good mood.
The half giant had been surprised when Albus Dumbledore decided to join him for breakfast in his hut. This was an unusual occurrence in of itself. While Hagrid knew the Headmaster was a great man, he knew that Dumbledore was usually too busy to visit. So having the great man Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore join him for morning tea alone would make any day a fantastic day.
The feeling of it being a fantastic day was assured when Dumbledore had asked him to deliver an invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to none other than Harry Potter. Hagrid was honored that Dumbledore had entrusted this mission to him (not only that but he had been trusted to get you-know-what out of vault seven hundred thirteen). Hagrid hadn't fully understood why he was needed to take the Hogwarts letter to Harry, but he figured it was an excuse so he could show the lad around Diagon Alley and protect him at the same time.
The reason didn't really matter to him, Hagrid decided. He couldn't wait to see the little tyke again. Hagrid had known the boy's parents, and if Harry was even half as good as them then he would be a great wizard himself. It seemed fitting that he should be the one to bring the Boy-Who-Lived back into the wizarding world. After all, he was the one that delivered the boy from Godric's Hollow to his relatives all those years ago.
The Keeper of the Keys was brought out of his day dreams when Fang started to bark at something in the bushes up ahead. Hagrid moved his crossbow so it was in a ready position.
"Quiet Fang," he hissed, "You'll frighten whatever is in there."
Fang did as he was told but he still growled a bit, never taking his eyes off the bushes. Hagrid edged his way closer to Fang. He didn't want to spook whatever it was by making any sudden movements. When he got next to Fang he couldn't see any movement in the bushes, but he did see something white in them. Being very careful he parted the bushes with his bow.
Hagrid relaxed when he saw that there was only an egg. The makeshift nest appeared to be abandoned. It didn't seem like anything had disturb the area in a long time.
"Poor thing," Hagrid sighed as he slung his bow back on his back. "Wonder what happened to y'er mama." He carefully bent over and scooped up the egg.
As he examined it closer he realized he had never seen an egg quite like it before. It was about a third of a meter tall and pure white, with a couple dark blue speckles here and there.
"Hmm, what should I do with you," Hagrid pondered. The egg felt warm to the touch still and he was sure he could feel soft vibrations coming from it occasionally. Something was niggling him at the back of his brain. He thought on the sensation for a moment, trying to figure out what his brain was trying to tell him.
"I know!" Hagrid exclaimed suddenly, "It's Harry's birthday tomorrow and I don't have a gift for him yet. I bet he would love you." Hagrid nodded to himself. "I should bake 'im a cake as well. It would be rude to show up unannounced and not bring any food." Hagrid chuckled as he carefully placed the egg in one of his many jacket pockets.
Happy with his decision, Hagrid turned to finish his rounds. He was so preoccupied with his plans for baking a cake that he never noticed the pink cat and green fairy appear above the bushes he had just left. Nor did he see them high five each other before a third being appear with a shake of its head. The third grabbed the first two and started dragging them away into the sky. After all, the All-Father's plans were finally starting to come together and they had more work to do.
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#4 Privet Drive - July 31, 1991
Harry collapsed onto the bed in the smallest bedroom of his relatives home. Even though he had lived there for as long as he could remember he never once had considered the place his home. Harry smiled despite that errant thought. Today had been the best day ever, let alone the best birthday he had ever had. There had also been so many revelations that he didn't know what to make of it all. He sighed and sat up, if he was going to make heads or tails of the revelations of the day he needed to sort through the memories one by one.
As he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, he silently thanked whatever God had been watching over him when he discovered that book on Mindscapes. Not only had it improved his memory, but he found if he added defenses it reduced the number of nightmares he had (most of which involved a woman screaming and a flash of green light).
His mindscape was of Privet Drive, complete with #4 and it's well manicured lawn and gardens. Though the houses were only decoys, his memories were actually stored in the clouds above. A slight of hand he was now thankful he had thought of. It only stood to reason that if magic was real then there were people who could read minds.
When he had floated himself into the sky (there was something freeing about being in the wide open space) he immediately began to sort through the day's memories.
First there was the meeting with Hagrid. Harry snickered as he watched Dudley get his pig tail again. But sobered as Hagrid went through the story of his parents. He quickly placed the bit about his parents into his most cherished memory area. Though the few that were there paled in comparison to this. He figured when he had more time he would create an area just for memories about his parents. If what Hagrid said was true he was about to meet plenty of people who knew his parents. Hopefully he could learn more about them.
He quietly set about sorting through everything else. The trip to Gringotts seemed odd to Harry. If whatever Hagrid picked up from vault 713 was so secret then why did he do it in front of an eleven year old kid? Was Hagrid really that insane or was there something else going on? It was something to keep in mind going forward.
Then there was his trust vault, the fact that it was a trust vault indicated there was a main vault. If that was the case that made him richer than he imagined possible. After all, who let's a kid spend that kind of gold if there wasn't plenty to spare. The thought boggled his mind. He resolved to make another trip to the bank before school began to get more information.
The next interesting memory he came across was the meeting with the blond, pale boy. The boy seemed like the arrogant type of git. But there also seemed to be something off about the whole thing. He had never introduced himself. Then Harry realized that he hadn't made the best impression either. He resolved to give the boy a second chance when they met again.
Storing that away he went over the rest of the trip with relative ease. The only hiccup coming to getting his wand. He didn't know whether to count it as something happy (having proof that he was in fact a wizard) or not because of the story told by Ollivander about the brother wand. In the end he decided to split it to deal with it that way.
He froze when he came across the last memory with Hagrid. How could he have forgotten! He must have been more exhausted than he realized. He dove into the memory with Hagrid at the train station.
Right before they parted Hagrid pulled out something round and wrapped in brown paper.
"Happy Birthday Harry," Hagrid said, "Something told me you were meant to have this."
Harry stared wide eyed at the package and gently cradled it in his arms. He couldn't believe he had a birthday present. No one had ever given him a gift before.
"Now be careful," Hagrid continued, not seeming to notice the tears in the boy's eyes. "It is very fragile. I would recommend waiting until you get home to open it."
Harry realized it must be something unusual and needed to be opened away from people who didn't know about magic. So he nodded as he stammered out his thanks.
Harry quickly stashed the memory away into the precious area, next to the one about his parents. He decided the others could wait till he opened his present.
Harry suddenly found himself back in his room, sitting cross legged on his bed. He looked over at his desk and saw the brown package was still where he had placed when he entered his room. He got up so he could sit in the wobbly chair in front of the desk. He placed a hand on the package and felt how warm it was. The whole way to #4 it had gotten warmer and warmer. Occasionally it had shook a bit. Harry was pretty sure whatever it was it was alive.
Being extra careful, he began to unwrap the package. Harry savored every moment of this moment. He wanted to make sure he remembered this feeling. When he was finished he stared at his gift with only a bit of confusion. It was the biggest egg he had ever seen, because an egg was the only thing it could be. It was as white as snow with a couple dark blue splotches. The blue was so dark it could almost be mistaken for black. He wondered what kind of animal created such an egg.
"Well," Harry said, "I can't wait to meet you, whatever you are." Harry reached out and placed his hand on the egg.
As soon as he made contact the egg began to glow a bright white. Harry jerked his hand back in surprise, afraid he had done something wrong. He watched in amazement as the egg morphed into a different shape. When the glow faded Harry stared at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It was a white bird that stood about 30 cm tall. Some of its feathers were tipped in the same dark blue the egg had been, giving it the same overall appearance as the egg.
"Pidgey!" The bird exclaimed as it stretched its wings before looking into his emerald green eyes with its amber colored eyes.
Harry got the sudden feeling that his future was going to be very interesting.
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Park in Crawley - July 31, 1991
Hermione Granger was startled from her reading. She blinked rapidly as she looked around to see what had interrupted her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The playground she was sitting near seemed empty. It was then that she realized that it hadn't been a noise that startled her. She looked down at the ground to see what had nudged her foot. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of the oddest, and largest, egg she had ever seen. It was mostly brown except for a fairly thick band of off-white near the middle, but it was the fact that it was about the same size as her head that had her staring. After blinking away her surprise she looked around, again, to see where it had came from.
Only then did Hermione realize how late it was. The bench she was sitting in was one of the many in the park. Normally the park would be bustling with people. Now, however, there was no one in sight. The only reason she had been able to read still was due to the street lamp right next to her bench.
"Hello?" Hermione called out, "Is anybody here? I found your egg!" When there was no response, she sighed and closed her book. It had been a long shot but she didn't know what else to do.
Hermione bit her lower lip as she contemplated what to do. After a few moments, she decided the best course of action would be to take the egg home with her tonight and bring it back tomorrow. The egg was obviously a toy of some kind, and the family that had lost it would most likely be back in the morning looking for it.
"Well, I guess you are coming home with me tonight," she told the egg as she scooped it up. As soon as she had it in her lap the egg began to glow. Hermione yelped in surprise, though she forced herself not to flinch away. Even though it had startled her she still didn't want it to fall out of her lap and get damaged, it had felt alive when she had picked it up.
Her suspicions of it being alive was proven correct as the glowing white egg reshaped itself into a small animal. It reminded her of a fox with its appearance. When the glow faded, she realized the fox like animal had the same brown coloring as the egg and cream colored mane. It had long ears and a bushy tail that was tipped with the same cream color as its mane.
"Vee Eevee," the animal squeaked out as it stretched in her lap. When the newborn looked up into her eyes, Hermione knew that cute little animal was meant for her. A smile appeared on her face as she began petting her new familiar.
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Longbottom Manor Greenhouses - July 31, 1991
Neville Longbottom sighed as he straightened up from his work. He had been so preoccupied with replanting the newest additions to the Greenhouse that he had lost track of time. Seeing that it was dark already outside he winced slightly. Gran would not be happy with him for being out so late. Deciding that the rest of his work could wait till tomorrow he stood and made his way to the sink to attempt to clean up a bit. There was no way he was going to face his Gran's wrath for tracking mud into the manor again.
A noise made the nervous boy whirl around, already flinching in anticipation of seeing his Gran there. However, she wasn't there. In fact, he was quite alone still. Neville relaxed when he realized he wasn't about to be reprimanded. Well, at least not yet. Though he realized something didn't seem right. It was a strange feeling as everything looked exactly like it had earlier. Deciding to figure out what the problem was he began walking down the aisle, back in the direction he had been working.
"Nothing seems out of place," Neville spoke aloud, "No one has wandered off. My tools are still where I left them. There are still 4 pots waiting to be plante-" He cut off as he realized something, he should only have 3 left to plant. Neville's eyes zeroed in on the intruder. What he had initially mistaken for one of his pod plants waiting to be planted was actually an egg. A rather large gray-green egg to be sure, but an egg nonetheless.
"Did Gran bring you in here?" Neville asked out loud, "No, I don't think so. Then where did you come from?" When he laid a hand on it he began glowing a bright white. The egg reshaped into a bipedal reptilian creature.
"Lar vitar tar," the green reptile said after the glow faded.
"Huh…" was all Neville was capable of saying as it looked up into his eyes.
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Hogwarts Grounds - July 31, 1991
The calm quiet that had settled across the school grounds was disrupted as four creatures stepped out of the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. The four looked at each other before nodding. Arceus, the All-Father, had given them a special mission and they were determined to fulfill it. They only hoped the the meddling old fool wouldn't dismiss them outright. In fact, it was that fear that kept them from approaching the castle immediately. Instead they decided it would be wise to wait for their other two companions. The two psychic types would better help explain the situation and their purpose.
"Viper Sev" The first hissed out.
"Noct," the second agreed.
"Arc!" the third growled out at the first two.
"Slash," the fourth sighed in exasperation.
Just then they were joined by two other shadows.
"King?" one of the newcomers asked.
"Xatu, xa," the last nodded.
The others nodded along with the Mystic Pokémon. Together the six Pokémon started to make their way to the castle.
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