Unexpected Expectations

By Orange Wind (AKA Daisuke of the Dark)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or Harry Potter. Pokémon is owned by Nintendo, and Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

Legend: "Talking", "PokéPhone Usage", 'Thinking', "Attacks"

Summary: When Harry's life on Earth ended, he expected to meet up with friends and family in the afterlife. What he didn't expect was this. "Guess Dumbledore was right about the next-great-adventure."

Warnings: Spoilers, Short Chapters, OC's, Deviation from canon (FANFICTION), Etc…

Harry Potter was dead. That's right, DEAD! During his admittedly long life Harry has come close to dying many times. Why, when he was only a year old, an evil wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort tried to kill him. Then when he was eleven, he faced a deadly troll, and was almost killed by one of his professors, Professor Quirrell, who was being possessed by a specter of Voldemort. At age twelve, Harry faced a horde of demoted tarantulas, a deadly basilisk and another specter of Lord Voldemort. Thirteen, he faced a werewolf and about a hundred Dementors. Fourteen, he faced a dragon, almost drowned, faced off against a reborn Lord Voldemort, and narrowly escaped the killing curse of a Death Eater, who was impersonating yet another of his professors. At fifteen, Harry went against; two Dementors, an insane pi-ah, teacher, a giant, a herd of centaurs, a horde of Death Eaters, and Lord Voldermort, AGAIN! When he was sixteen, he faced a lake of Inferi and yet more Death Eaters. At seventeen, it was Death Eaters, Voldemort, a snake, Snatchers, Soul Fragments, Giants, Magical Fire, more Death Eaters, and Voldemort… AGAIN!

Finally he died, well… sorta. He did come back, kill Voldemort, become an Auror, marry, have kids, etc. Now, after all these things you'd think that Harry would have gone down in a blaze of glory, killing Dark Wizards and all, right? WRONG, Harry Potter, slayer of Lord Voldemort, Master of Death, Head of the Auror office, and the only person to have survived the killing curse, died not from any battle wounds, or killing curses. Harry died, on July 31st, 2433 from old age. He was 452 years old, an old age, even for a wizard.

However, we're not here to discuss his death, are we? No, we're here to find out what became of Old-Man Potter.

Harry was not happy. And why should he be? He'd been floating in this void for days, or was it weeks? The point is, Harry was expecting the afterlife to be a place where he rejoined his friends and family. After all, he did out live all his children. But where does he find himself? In a pitch black void of nothingness. Yes, Harry Potter was most certainly pissed.

Just when Harry thought he was going to die (again!) of boredom, he spotted a bright light. As it got closer he had to close his eyes, least he go blind. Harry felt a wave of warmth wash over him, and heard a voice call out his name "Harry Potter".

Harry opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was that he was young again, about sixteen. Next he noticed that he was sitting, and that sitting across from him was a hooded being. The being was looking, presumably, in his direction which was proved by the same voice from before calling out his name, "Harry Potter".

"Yes" Harry rasped his voice dry from under use.

"You are here, Mr. Potter to determine where you go next. I am what you humans call Death." Death replied.

"Not to be rude, but what am I doing here? Shouldn't I go to heaven or something? I did kill Voldemort." Harry asked, curiosity laced in his voice.

"That would be what would normally happen, yes. However, due in part to your ownership of the three Deathly Hallows, that I created, you cannot pass unto the afterlife without having first undergone a cleansing rebirth." Death replied, irritation in his voice when he mentioned the Deathly Hallows.

"Cleansing rebirth?" Harry asked.

"Reincarnation, basically" Death replied.

"Alright then, so what's next?" Harry asked.

"I have to determine where to place you, somewhere without those accursed items." Death replied, "Ah, how about here? " Death asked, holding out a picture.

Harry peered at the picture. It was a picture of a grassy meadow, with strange creatures battling each other. "What are those?" he asked.

"Those… no idea. I have no jurisdiction in any of these worlds, so I couldn't tell ya." Death said, holding out a stack of pictures.

'Well, it seems to be peaceful, except for those strange creatures. I'll go for it' Harry thought. "I'd like to go here" Harry said, holding out the picture.

"Good, now, the way this works is that for the first fifteen years of your new life you'll have no knowledge of your previous life. Then when you turn fifteen, you'll get all your old life's memories." Death explained.

"Then what's the point of being reincarnated?" Harry asked, temper beginning to rise.

"Soul cleansing, basically you need to have a new body, one without the taint of soul fragments." Death answered.

"So, ready?" Death asked.

"As I'll ever be." Harry replied.

"Good, now then would you kindly step forward?" Death said, motioning towards a portal.

'Well, here goes nothing.' Was Harry's last thought before darkness claimed him.

AN: My second story, this time a Harry Potter Crossover with Pokémon. It takes place during the events of Pokémon Emerald. Expect some plot changes though. Read and Review!