Ash smiled. "Torterra, use Energy Ball!" He screamed. The giant tortoise created a ball of green and fired it at Infernape. The fire monkey Pokemon dodged it quickly, then shot a Flamethrower attack. Instead of hitting Torterra, it missed and hit Ash, sending him flying back in the air and in his memories…
"Hey look, it's a new kid!" A kid with blonde hair pointed at a first grade Ash. He looked at the kid, looked away, and walked towards his classroom. He stopped short at the front of the single hallway in the school. Which was Mrs. Turner's room? There were no signs or anything to tell which class was which! His legs turned to jelly. His first day at his new school was not going well- and class hadn't even started yet!
He took a deep breath, swallowed, and started down the hallway. He looked in each classroom, trying to find one with kids his age in it. He finally found it, the second to last one on the left. He stepped in and saw a tall woman with spiky, red hair. She smiled at him.
"Hello," She said. "I'm Mrs. Turner. Who are you?" She crouched down to his level to look him in the eye.
"A-Ash," He stammered out. She stood up and walked over to a rack.
"This is where you'll hang your backpack every day," She explained. He hung it up, took out a book of his: "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." It was his favorite book. He sat down at the desk with his name on it and began to read it again.
"Chapter One
The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They're the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of-"
"Ash, are you reading Harry Potter?" He heard Mrs. Turner ask. He looked up and saw that probably about half the class was in the room by now. Mrs. Turner had look of disbelief on her face. He slowly nodded. She smiled.
"Wow," She simply said. Ash felt a little confused, but he let it slide, as school was about to start.
Ash picked up a stick in the school yard during recess. He smiled and lifted it up, pointing it at the gate that separated the school yard from the road.
"Alohomora!" He exclaimed. Then he remembered: That spell was used to open doors. He pulled his arm down and giggled at his mess up. He'd read that book plenty of times; it was a wonder how he'd screwed that up. He lifted the stick and tried again:
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He tried. He imagined the fence rising, and he lifted the stick to symbolize the fence floating upwards.
"Man, the new kid sure is weird, huh Brandon?" Ash turned around to see the kid that had laughed at him this morning with another boy with shorter blonde hair. They were both laughing, and Ash felt like his face was on fire.
"Ash!" Dawn's voice snapped him back to reality. He sat up and saw her and Brock running down to him. He stood up slowly as the other two supported him.
"Are you okay?" Brock asked. Thinking of that memory, Ash nodded, a little preoccupied. The kid that had made fun of him twice that day was Seth, and the other kid was Brandon. That day had been the first of them bullying and making fun of him- all because he'd wanted to be a Harry Potter wizard. He remembered going home on his birthday last year, waiting and hoping that that letter would come in the mail, saying that he was wizard. He waited for a week hoping it would come, even though it never did. He remembered feeling so upset, then thinking that maybe it would come next year. It didn't come then, either, but he was hoping that it would come this year, since he was turning thirteen.
"Why don't we have some lunch?" Brock suggested. Dawn grinned and ran up to the table, and Brock quickly followed, but Ash walked up slowly. He remembered some of the other spells he'd pretended to use that year: Expelliarmus, Protego, Locomortor Mortis, Petrificus Totalus… He'd learned so many spells from just the first book. He remembered how he'd poured over the seventh book, tearing up whenever someone died, but crying pretty hard when Dobby died. As he sat down at the table, he thought that he should start playing Harry Potter with Pikachu soon. He'd only played it with another person when his cousin Trevor had visited from Goldenrod City. He decided that he would have to teach Pikachu how to play- right after lunch, of course.