Pokemon Wizard

By James The Fox

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

Pokemon belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo.

(looks up at opening credits)"Pokemon."

Inner James: "Yep."

"But... But... Why?"

Inner James: "A few major reasons, plus several minor ones that even I can't completely understand. Since you've went back to playing Pokemon Diamond and been reading Harry Potter Fanfics, this idea has ben stuck in the back of your head. The second reason, which solidified your resolve, was the fact that you couldn't find many multi-chapter non-humor fanfictions on that were actual Harry Potter/ Pokemon Crossovers that weren't abandoned/very well written/last updated a year or more ago... So the plot bunny stuck to you. You have a bite mark on your butt, by the way."

"... Well... That was a little more info than I needed..."

Harry: "Here's some more. I repeat, Harry Potter belongs solely to J.K. Rowling and Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Game Freak."

"... I'm scared about what I'm going to write... Pokemon and Harry Potter... This is madness..."

Inner James: "Madness?"

"Oh no..."

Inner James: "This... Is... Fanfiction!"

"I walked into that one, didn't I... Anyway, you might do well to bust out one of the pokemon intro themes during the first major Pokemon Battle. You know, just for that pokemon-movie feel. On to the Fic!"

NOTE: blah blah blah is Poke'speak. Humans can't understand this language. For the info of the readers only.

"Blah Blah Blah" is psychic power speak, which can be understood by Humans.

Recap: italics, underline, and no quotation marks are PKMN Speak, not understandable by human standards. underline and quotation marks are mindspeak, understandable by those who hear it.

WARNING: Child Abuse and Thoughts of Suicide ahead! Be careful!
Quote of the Chapter: "And now... It begins." Lawrence III, Pokemon the Movie 2000
Many years ago, beyond almost all memory... There was said to be a land across the sea that contained marvelous creatures of all shapes and sizes and colors. These creatures, with their great powers, were called Pokemon. They supported humans, and humans did likewise. However, they lived separate lives until the day that a certain Pokemon of great wisdom proposed to the others that they must always be ready to help humans. It asked, in it's wisdom, that Pokemon should always be ready to appear before people. And so they did, each Pokemon seeking an human partner to work and live alongside with. They made war and peace with these humans. However, Humans, in their natural greed, began to abuse the Pokemon's trust, using them for their own selfish ends. They unbalanced nature, treating Pokemon as they would slaves...

The great Pokemon noticed this, and in an effort to restore the balance, they sought out certain individuals with strong will and kind spirits, creating a bond with these individuals greater than any before...

Together, these two freed the Pokemon and banished the worst of these humans from the land. They then sealed the land away, beyond sight and, eventually, memory...

Yet the freed Pokemon did not forget the care they had for their old partners, nor the regret they had for the descendants of those humans. They begged the great Pokemon to protect those humans, so they may still enjoy a good life.

In order to watch these banished humans, the greatest of the Pokemon gave almost all his powers to, among others, a kindhearted descendant of the banished humans named Merlin...

This is the oldest legend of the creation of the Wizards and Witches. Over the ages, Wizards continued to watch over the other Humans, known to them as Muggles, in secret. However, over time, they forgot the reason they had been protecting them so secretly, and simply hid, calling the places where they hid the 'Wizarding World' and calling the rest of the world the 'Muggle World.' Several Wizards even became evil, attempting to rule or destroy others. This was also done in the hidden Pokemon World and the Muggle World. In all cases, kind humans rose up to the task of stopping these villians.

There are few people in the Wizarding World that know of the Pokemon World as more than a simple myth, and vice versa. These people are usually in positions of power in their respective worlds. However, the two worlds have always been separate.

No normal Pokemon went to the Wizarding World.

No normal Wizard went to the Pokemon World.

However, such fragile balances can never last...

It was Halloween in the small village of Godric's Hollow, and most people were having a good time, enjoying trick or treating as always. A small, purple rat dashed out of an alleyway across the street, scittering to a house that was invisible to most eyes. Behind it, invisible but not unsensed, was a strange green fairylike creature.

We must hurry, The fairy said.

Don't you think I know that, Celebi? I'm the one who brought you here. Why don't you use your powers to stop time?

You and I both know I can't do that for very long while I'm so far away from my superior. I'm not one of the higher-tier Legends, and I'll need my energy for what needs to be done.

Yes... It slipped my mind... I apologise. There it is... We must hurry, if we are to succeed in our endevour.

The rat transformed, becoming a black ball surrounded by purple gas. The slanted eyes and wide grin on the ghostly creature's face was a direct opposite to the worry it was feeling. It flew through the wall of the house, barely making it before the chaos began.

Celebi, are you ready?

As I'll ever be... Celebi replied as it appeared beside the ball, invisible to those they were observing. The fairy then shone in a bright light, and all stopped save for the two creatures.

Good job. Let me handle the rest... The ball transformed again, and was now a white-pink floating cat-like creature with blue eyes and long feet and a long tail. It flew past a human who had just released a flah of green light at an adult human with black hair and brown eyes. The cat placed it's hand on the soon-to-be victim and he glowed faintly with a pink light. It then quickly went upstairs to another pair of humans, these being a red-haired woman and her baby boy.

I can't hold time still much longer... Hurry, Mew! Celebi strained, and for a moment, time flickered, then stopped again. Moving quickly, Mew placed its hands on the woman.

It's done! We can leave.

What of the boy?

He has his own protection... Nodding, Mew and Celebi disappeared and time restarted. The Killing Curse struck true, knocking James Potter to the ground, his eyes closed. Smiling, Voldemort walked past the fallen man, not noticing him vanishing in pink particles of light. He climbed the stairs, scoffing at the foolishness of the these mortals, and opened the door where he knew his target and his mother were waiting. The fool girl begged that he take her instead, and he laughed, remembering a request from one of his servants concerning sparing the woman... He raised his wand, and in an instant the woman was dead like her husband. He rose his wand at the crying child, but when he cast the curse, he was shocked to find that the curse rebounded from the mere child, destroying him.

However, as he became less than the meanest ghost, he could swear he heard otherworldly laughter coming from two inhuman voices.

James Potter found himself in what he considered to be the strangest place he's ever seen. He was walking among purple clouds in the what seemed to be late dusk. Standing beside him was his wife, and neither could figure where they were.

"Is this... death?" He asked. Lily shook her head.

"It... it couldn't be. We're the only ones here..."

"That is where you are wrong..." They turned around to see a white-pink cat-like creature floating before him. It seemed innocent enough, but was obviously powerful, if it was the one that brought them there. It laughed at their stupified faces. "Oh, don't worry! You're safe here. My name is Mew." Lily stared at the creature.

"You're Mew? I read about a legendary creature in Hogwarts' restricted section, but... I never thought you'd be real." Meanwhile, James gave a good natured grin.

'Leave it to Lily to have read about something completely psyco...'

"I am. I'd like to welcome you to my domain... And to say that you are fairly lucky to be standing here. Not only are you still alive, but you're standing in a place no human has even dreamed of in 792 years..."

"Not to sound thankful, but what of our son, Harry? Is he..." Lily trailed off.

"He is fine. He had a special protection. When you pleaded for Voldemort to not kill your son, and you proved willing to die for him, you bestowed a special kind of protecton on him, one that I knew my power would only interfere with. He currently lies sleeping in your house, where I've been informed he will be found and taken care of..."

"But why did you save us in the first place?" James asked. "I mean, we're grateful, and I guess we seriously owe you, so what did you need us for?"

"You see... Your son is important for my future." Mew gestured to a small round object floating in the distance. "That egg contains my child, the child that is destined to create a bond with your son... Seeing as that I will not be able to watch over them after the egg hatches, I sought to take care of him however I could beforehand."

"What do you mean, won't be able?" James asked. Lily's eyes trailed downward.

"The book about you and the other strongest of your kind... It said that when your child is born, you die... I guess that is true." Mew laughed.

"Don't be so sad. It is just a cycle of life. I've lived a long life. I belive that the Wizard, Dumbledore, said that to the well organized mind, death is just the next great adventure. My partner, the one who took care of me since the day I hatched, already waits for me there, and I look forward to seeing her again."

"But you'll never get to meet your child."

"Of course I will. When it's time comes, I will likely be one of the first it sees."

"... So, what now?"

"I will bring you to my world. You will be discovered, and taken care of. Whatever happens, do not give anyone your true last name. Beyond that, feel free to do as you please. You will see your son again, but it will must be after my child is born. Good luck." Then, in a flash of light, Lily and James found themselves in a whole new world...

Three Years pass...
In a cupboard under the stairs, a young boy cried. He had bruises and scabs on his arm from his cousin pushing him to the ground, and was thin from near-starvation. Hidden under the messy black hair was a lightning bolt scar.

"... Why? Why do I have to be... Why do I have to be such a frea' of na'ure?" Three days ago, he had, in desperation and fear of being hurt by his cousin's gang of playground bullies, wished he was somewhere, anywhere else, and had found himself on top of a roof a moment later.

His family had responded by locking him in the cupboard with only small bits of food every day.

"What is my purpose? What am I supposed to do?" He looked at the ceiling. "... I don't care anymore. I don't like being trapped. Anything would be better..." He looked at his pillowcase, reaching in and pulling out a kitchen knife. "Anything..."

Suddenly, the boy was enveloped by a bright light, and found himself floating amoung stars and pink clouds. Harry listened hard to the voices that echoed around him, just out of his sight, and realized absently that the knife he held was gone.

"Is this him?"

"Yes. It seems I was mistaken in letting the boy live in that place..."

"What should we do?"

"What can we do? He's suffered so much. It would be wise for him to have never known of his life up to now."

"You're not suggesting that we..."

"I am. We must. I think he would live a better life freed of those horrible memories. Uxie?"

"... Yes. I am sorry, human child, but this is for your own good. If you find out about this, I think you will thank me later." A blur of yellow and a moment-long meeting betwen green eyes and yellow eyes, and Harry knew no more.

Professor Cath Conifer of the Sevii Islands was investigating a the infamous Lost Cave of Chrono Island when she saw a flash of light.

Eh? Her Dugtrio, Cadiii, grumpily grunted. It was 4 in the morning, and Cadiii wasn't a morning pokemon by any measure. Regardless, the two of them abandoned the corridor they were about to take and rushed towards the light.

When they reached where the light had come from, they found a little boy of three years old laying in the center of the room. His messy black hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and he looked injured and starved.

By Arceus' paw! What happened to that human?

"Hey, kid, kid... He's unconcious... Cadiii, I think we should abandon this expiriment. Let's find an exit... Damnit, why the hell does this happen? We always get interupted by something before we make any breathtaking dicoveries!" She started ranting as she lifted the boy up and walked into a passageway, only to find herself right back in the same room a few minutes later. "DAMNIT!"

Sixteen tries later, the proffesor who specialized in pokemon breeding finally made it back to the entrance, the boy resting relatively peacefully over her shoulder.

'Where... When... Am I... What... What is this place? And... Who are these people? Who... Who... am I?'

On the borders of consciousness and unconsciousness, one Harry James Potter sought out the answers to his questions.

"Hey, Kid. Kid! Are you still alive, Kid?" The boy opened his emerald eyes to see a woman with short, spiky violet hair and brown eyes looing down at him along side what looked vagely like a female doctor with red hair that looped near the sides of her head.

"I... don't know... Am I?" The doctor sighed.

"You're talking to us, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but you might be dead too... I was jus'... jus' being sure." The child slurred.

"Ok... We should call your parents to tell them you're okay. What's your name?"

"... Harry, I think. Harry... Potter..."

"Hmm..."

"What is it, Nurse?"

"... It seems... That there's no one on these islands named Potter, or who know a guy by that name. I've even checked with the trainers who are staying here..."

"That's weird. I mean, for a kid too young even to have Pokemon to hae ended up in the Lost Cave, which requires either a boat or a powerful Pokemon to get to, by the way, and not a single person knows a thing about him?"

"Yes, but that's not the strangest part."

"Eh? There's MORE? Damn, this is giving me a headache as is!" Cath took a sip of the coffee she was offered by Nurse Joy's Chansey.

"I just checked a list of all the people who have come to the Sevii Islands by boat. He's not on the list."

"Air?"

"No normal Pokemon can carry someone this far from the mainland, and he's not on the roster people who arrived by Zeppelin or Airplane... ID, Birth Records, nothing stating he lived here to begin with!"

"By Arceus! Illegimate child with amnesia! Jenny's gonna go nuts trying to find this kid's parents."

"What do you think we should do while we wait?"

"Who knows? We don't exactly have an orphanage here in the Sevii Islands, and we can't just leave the little guy out on the streets... Maybe..."

"Professor!"

"Just kidding... Good grief... Hmm... Maybe my sister Felina can take care of him. Her assistants wouldn't mind a little extra work," Professor Conifer sighed as she took another sip of coffee. "Too bad that guy Brock ain't with her no more. Never did get why she dumped him..."

"... Well, maybe you could take care of him." The coffee mug came to the ground with a crash.

"WHAT?"

Nurse Joy laughed. "You have been grumbling about how you wanted a protege. But when the perfect opportunity comes, you intend to throw it to the curb?"

"But he's just a little brat!"

"A 'little brat' with no memory except for basic human functions and a name, and we don't even know if its his! Think about it. His mind is almost completely blank. That gives you a lot of room to fill with your knowledge. And he can be really helpful, what with that major experiment you'e been talking about! And the baby pokemon will love him!" Nurse Joy admonished. Conifer winced.

"Fine... I'll take care of him... but I won't promise to like it."

Professor Conifer quickly ate her words. The boy proved to be a delightful distraction and a big help to her EV and IV research. After a little instruction, the boy was even able to take care of even the scariest pokemon she kept on her ranch on Floe Island, where she also ran the Island Daycare Center. It was strange, seeing a partcularly fierce Arcanine that even gave her problems letting Harry pet it and feed it. The years passed by, and Harry only got better with time, even hatching a Ralts that she decided to let him keep after it followed him everywhere he went.

She hated to admit it, but when the kid would inevitably leave, she would miss the little snot. And she knew he'd leave. Harry had recently taken to training with Pokemon he had hatched himself, and had become the toughest trainer in his age group. He'd even challenge trainers coming onto the islands from the other regions, and though he usually was no match, he always gave his opponents hell.

"Professor?" Conifer looked at the object of her musings. Harry was now just over ten years old (according to a psychic Pokemon belonging to a friend of hers), and due to go out into the world in a few days. He wore a sleeveless lack shirt under a forest-green short sleeved hooded zip-up jacket. The jacket had one pouch each on his sleeves, and had a poke'ball design turned 90 degrees on the chest. He wore black fingerless gloves and durable black boots. His pants, like his jacket, had a pouch on each leg, as well as a place to strap six pokeballs at his waist and a built-in phanny-pack. His eyes were, like they had been when she first saw them, hidden behind a pair of glasses, though these were oval-shaped instead of circle-shaped. Ralts was gripping Harry's hair in clumps, resting his chin on Harry's head. "We were going to go to the store on Boon Island to stock up on supplies. Was there anything you wanted?"

"Oh, yeah! Could you get some Lava Cookies, and order some of the Water-type Pokemon food? Seel has been pigging out, you know..."

"Sure. The gourmet stuff?" Harry queried.

"That would be nice." The Professor replied. "Oh, and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do get back here soon. It's your turn to cook dinner."

"Yeah!" Harry ran out the door. Conifer sighed, taking a sip of her almost ever-present coffee while reading the news.

"Heh, James and Lily Prongs in the Sinnoh League Finals. Both to be offered passes to the Sevii Islands and Battle Zone... Guess I win both my bets with Sis. Those two may have been low-profile, but they're better trainers than the has-beens Felina put her money on..."

"So, Lily... No hard feelings?" The brown-eyed man with black clothes and long black hair asked.

"No hard feelings, especially since we both know who will win," His opponent replied, a small smile on her lips.

"This will be a one round Double Battle between Lily Prongs of Pallet Town and James Prongs also of Pallet Town. Ready? Begin!"

James Prongs threw two pokeballs into the air, calling out two names as he did. "Go for it, Stantler! Sudowoodo!"

Lily, smiled as she saw the deer-Pokemon and the fake tree Pokemon came out of the spheres. "Why am I not surprised that you chose those two? Go, Drifloon, Glaceon!" The blue dog and balloon appeared, ready to fight.

"Alright, boys, let's get to work! Sudowoodo, Double-Edge on Glaceon! Stantler, Thunder!"

"Drifloon, Double Team, then Psychic! Glaceon... Wait right there!" All Pokemon complied, and Stantler's Thunder missed its mark, hitting only an illusion of Drifloon while the real one sent Stantler flying into the distance with a psychic blast. Meanwhile, Sudowoodo got closer and closer...

"Now, Glaceon! Use Blizzard right now!" Only arm's length from Glaceon, Sudowoodo couldn't hope to dodge the burst of ice that streamed from the Ice-type's mouth.

WHY MEEE? the tree cried out as it was encased in ice.

"That's the way, Glaceon! You did good too, Drifloon!" Lily said as Glaceon chased her tail happily and Drifloon... just drifted in the wind, his appendages blowing freely.

Wonderful breeze we're having, isn't it?

Don'cha get it, Drifloon? We won! We totally kicked thier butts! Who cares about the breeze?

... The breeze is like a caress on my head...

Ugh... You never change...

"... Aghhh... I can't believe we lost again. And here, of all places, too!" The two trainers returned thier Pokemon into the Pokeballs, then walked up to each other. "Then again, you always were better at this than me..." They shook hands, and the crowd around them cheered.

However, even then, there was only one thing on thier minds:

'I hope Harry's doing alright...' Dumbledore thought. It had been almost ten years since he made the horrid mistake of leaving Harry with his aunt and uncle. His letter had returned without a reply, and he had since checked with the Dursleys. He was horrified to find out that he had dissapeared shortly after he had taken abuse and be locked in his 'room.' He had subsenquently sent out a search party all over Britian. Harry's name hadn't been removed from the Hogwarts Roster, so he was still alive. Sighing, knowing that there was nothing that could be done but still cursing his frail, withered mind for his foolish mistake, he turned to the Floo. There had been so much happening over the last thirty years that he hadn't been able to make a very special call he usually made every few years.

Maybe Professor Oak of the Pokemon world would have some words of advice for him. That is, if he was still alive after all this time...

"Behold, the tainted fruits of my twisted mind! This is what happens when you read Harry Potter fanfiction while either playing Pokemon or listening to Pokemon Music."

Harry: "It's horrible!"

Sora: "It's hideous!"

Shadow: "... I'ts not half bad."

Everyone: "Huh?"

Shadow: "The story actually kinda makes sense... Which is better than the crack fics that usually appear in the HP/Pokemon Crossovers section can brag about. And I think it's one of the biggest chapters you've ever done."

"... Are you ok, Shadow? Did you hit your head?"

Shadow: (turns to the readers) "Come on, people! Let's hear you give a second opinion! Review!"