CH 1

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"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW! HURRY UP! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" a man yelled up the stairs at his nephew, a hint of contempt at the edge of his voice. He was a large man looking more like a walrus in a suit than a human. His mustache twitched as he yelled.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry replied back as he dragged the many heavy pieces of luggage from the house to the car. The Dursley family one Petunia, Vernon and Dudley were going to Japan for a week. A business meeting of Vernon's meant the whole family was going. Even Harry, which Harry was excited about for a couple reasons. One, he was going with them and while that may not seem important to some, to him it was very important. Harry wasn't physically abused, but mentally, now that was different. He was constantly talked down to, belittled, called a burden, a freak. He was, for lack of a better word, the unwanted guest in the family. The second reason Harry was excited? The Dursleys flight plan took them across the Atlantic into New York City, from there to Houston, then to Los Angeles and finally they had to travel through The Regions.

The Regions were islands in the Pacific Ocean. Huge islands. Kanto, Johtto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos and the smallest Alola; the home of all things Pokémon. Pokémon existed in the wild among these islands. Yes, there were water types that lived in all the oceans and some flying types could be seen in the main lands, but those were few and far between in terms of sightings.

To both Harry and Dudley, Pokémon were the coolest thing ever. Both hoped for window seats on that stretch of the voyage in the hopes of spotting some Pokémon themselves. After all, what kid could resist the allure of the wonders of Pokémon?

"NOW BOARDING FOR FLIGHT 406 TO TOKYO JAPAN. NOW BOARDING FOR FLIGHT 406 TO TOKYO JAPAN. PLEASE PROCEED TO GATE 23."

"Alright boy." Vernon spoke loudly to Harry. "This is the last leg of the journey. You have surprisingly been good this trip. Don't mess it up now." Having said that he got up and walked away, followed by his wife and son.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon" mumbled as he shuffled after.

"Mommy. I want a window seat. I can't wait to see all the cool Pokémon as we fly over The Regions."

"Don't worry diddydums. You'll get your window seat."

"Hmph. Don't know what's so special about them Pokemon to me. Bunch of freaky unnatural creatures."

"Tickets please." Said the lady at the gate. "Row twenty-one and twenty-two, seats six and seven. Down the isle and on your right. Have a safe flight."

At finding their seats Harry was surprised that he too had a window seat, with Aunt petunia next to him. Vernon and Dudley were the row in front. Harry couldn't have been happier on the flight. He got to sit next to the window. He got to have food and drink, though being airline fare it wasn't much.

"Attention passengers. We are now approaching the outer edge of The Regions. If you look out your window you will see below you shortly the Hoenn Region."

"Oh oh! Cool! Look there's an Altaria! There's a Swellow! So cool! Look Dad!"

"I see them Dudley. No need to shout." Vernon grumbled looking out the window briefly before turning back to his newspaper.

Harry just looked out the window happily. What kid didn't wish to be a Pokémon trainer. It took a lot though for a non-native to become one. A lot of study and testing done. You had to be 13 for outsiders compared to the 10 years of native Regioners. The reason being that those native to The Regions grew up and learned about Pokemon from the time they started school. Those outside had no such classes. To be a Trainer you had to apply at your capitol at or around the age of 10. Once approved you had special online classes with a Regional Professor. At the completion of the course at age 13 you had to take an exam to prove you knew what you were learning about. The exam was stressful. The Professors excepted nothing short of perfection basically, 90 percent or above. Very few passed the exam. You could take it as many times as you wished and many had taken it several times. Even adults took the exam and many didn't pass the first time either.

Slight movement way down below at ocean level and the sun suddenly getting ten times brighter caught Harry's attention. Way down below on a tiny island was a moving red dot. Harry didn't know of any red pokemon that could easily be seen from hundreds of feet up. Just as suddenly as the sun intensified it dimmed and rain clouds came. A large spout of water shot up and Harry could now see a bright blue dot among the dull grey of the ocean. Beams of light shot between the two dots down below.

"Attention passengers. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for major turbulence. We seem to be flying though a legend fight. Please remain calm and…" the announcement from the pilot cut out as static noise overtook the speakers and airplane took some evasive action to avoid an attack from below. …OH GOD HOLD ON EVERYONE…" The plane banked sharply to the right as a beam of bright silver flew past from above. "And here comes Rayquaza. Hold on. Everything is about to get worse." The fasten seatbelt sign went on, air masks dropped and the plane dove.

And indeed, things did. Attacks from the battling pokemon below flew everywhere. Many narrowly missing the plane. Finally, one connected with an engine and it was gone. The plane fell into a nosedive, the pilots doing everything they could to avoid the crash being worse than it could be. With a whoosh the plane plunged into the sea breaking up on impact. Many passengers clung to the floating seats they once sat upon, some floating listlessly in the waves. The only good thing… the fighting legendaries for that's what they could only be, were too far away to cause anymore damage to the flight. Shortly after the crash many pokemon descended on the scene to lend aide. Water types mainly consisting of wailmer and wailord surfaced from underneath with survivors on their backs. Flying types swooped down and on their flight up people were seen in their talons being deposited on Wailords' backs only to fly back and try to snag more. There were even the odd psychics, Metagross and Gardevoir, floating above the sea using their psychic powers to levitate people and floating back to shore.

Harry and Dudley clung together on the floating seat trying to stay safe. Vernon and Petunia were no where to be seen. "I'm scared" Dudley whined. "I want my Mommy."

"Shh. Its ok Dudley" Harry reassured him. "I hope they are fine. Look. There's a Wailord. Its got people on its back and going back to shore. And those bird pokemon are scooping people out too. I'm sure it won't be long."

A stray attack from the Legendaries far off in the distance sliced through the water next to the floating boys sending waves about and causing the boys to be tossed about and lose their hold on the seat which sank beneath the waves. Stranded, the two clung to each other for support. Soon though, they were enveloped in pale green and rose out of the sea. Both boys looked at their savior and panicked a bit more. Floating before them was a bipedal orange and black Pokémon. Its face was oval shaped with a green section going top to bottom in the middle. Its eyes were mainly black with small white dots in the center. An orange spike stuck straight out the back of its head. Its spindly arms were almost pole-like and waved about as if there were no bones in it. Its legs were pole-like as well and black with a small section of green about where its knees would be. The Pokémon buzzed at them and quickly flew to shore, the boys flying behind.

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First chapter to my new story here. Hope you like it. Comments and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank You.