Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pokémon, I'm just playing about with them.

Warnings: Things will get violent. Bones will be broken, flesh slashed open and burnt. This isn't going to be as nice and cuddly as the TV show. Other warnings will be placed at the top of chapters that require them. You should assume every chapter has some swearing in it (even if it doesn't) as I'm not going to warn for it every chapter that does.

Pairing: I'm not really sure about a pairing yet, but there will be NO slash.

Notes: I'm not going to explain ever little thing about the Pokémon world, if you don't know what I mean by something simple then Google it. By this I mean I wont be giving vivid descriptions of every Pokémon or cannon character I mention. Anything more complex or things I make up will be explained. Oh and I know the title isn't very imaginative, I rather suck at naming things.

PokéPotter

Chapter One – New Beginnings

It had been a long, hard and bloody battle but it was finally over. Voldemort lay dead at the feet of the Boy-Who-Lived, a small hole in the middle of his forehead and his brains dripping down the wall behind him. He never even saw Harry Potter draw the pistol, which now dropped from it's owners fingers. He was far too busy boasting about how all powerful he was that he didn't even cast a single spell. The long battle was just with his Death Eaters, wading through them to get to the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries had taken hours of bloody fighting yet their Lord fell just 30 seconds after Harry had entered the room that cost him his Godfather 2 years before.

"It's done." he said to the only other member of the room.

"Yes my boy, it's done."

With a casual flick of his wand, Albus Dumbledore sent the former Dark Lord's body sailing across the room and through the Veil of Death, another flick turned his wand to ash before sending it through the Veil after it's former master.

"I didn't think it would be quite so easy, so quick." Harry muttered.

"Oh, it wasn't quick or easy. It was a difficult struggle lasting more than an hour, utilizing some of the most powerful and obscure pieces of magic ever used. Such a shame you died so early in the battle." answered Dumbledore as he once more twirled his wand, this time to restrain Harry.

Dumbledore held his wand steady, maintaining the spell and blocking Harry's every movement. Harry, unable to speak due to the glowing band around his mouth, glared hatefully at his mentor.

"Come now Harry," Dumbledore said with a reproachful tone, "Surely you expected this. I know that despite my best efforts, you managed to overhear a conversation I had with Severus last week."

Here Harry grinned behind his glowing gag, mirth showing in his eyes. Dumbledore frowned, wondering why the boy smiled. He must know his fate was now sealed, the young whelp was at his mercy mere feet from the Veil of Death.

"Do you find something funny Harry?" With the slightest twitch of his wand Dumbledore removed the magical gag, but kept the rest of the spell restraining Harry, allowing him to answer.

Harry's smile grew wider, "First, your 'best efforts' have always been worth shit." Here he paused to spit on the floor in front of his old Headmaster before continuing. "I heard the plans you cooked up with Snape and I'm very happy to tell you that they are all fucked."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly. "Please explain what you mean Harry."

"Well it's quite simple really," Harry said in his best impression of Dumbledore's voice, "Your little friend Snape has come down with a rather nasty and lingering case of death, such a shame he always wears black robes, so hard to tell him from the other Death Eaters back there," he paused and cocked his head to the side, "For more than one reason come to think of it."

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned at the loss of his loyal follower but shrugged it off quick enough, there would always be more willing to follow him. "I regret his loss, but without him my plans will still continue, you have stopped nothing."

Harry gave a benign smile and made his eyes twinkle, "Ah but you see, that was one small part of how I ruined your schemes my man! You see, I heard all about the fake will leaving all my money to you and Hogwarts. Quite a hefty number of Galleons."

"There is nothing you could have done to void that will, I forged your magical signature perfectly and signed it with a sample of your own freely given blood."

"Yes, yes. We all know how great and wonderful your ideas seem Albus." Harry drawled while rolling his eyes. "However, the will only gives percentage amounts to share out amongst the people you decided. At the moment, you stand to gain a fifty percent share of five knuts with the rest being split between Hogwarts, the Weasleys and the late Mr. Snape. Sorry about that old chap!"

Dumbledore's eyes bugged out and his jaw opened in shock before he shook himself and smirked at the restrained Boy-Who-Won-Less-Than-Five-Minutes-Ago. "Oh Harry, did you really expect me to fall for that? The combined Potter and Black fortunes can't be spent down to knuts in just a few days, if you even spent a tenth of the total amount in those vaults all the shop owners in Diagon Alley would be shutting up shop and going on long vacations."

"Oh Albus, did you really expect me to be that stupid?" Harry mocked. "I didn't spend all the money in Diagon Alley. I converted it into muggle money and donated it to charity's all over the world, this was of course after liquidating all property, heirlooms, artifacts and so forth."

Dumbledore was livid. All those millions of galleons wasted on muggles! And the artifacts! The Potter family was one of the oldest and some of the things they had stashed away in their vaults over the years were unique and priceless artifacts If he wasn't going to do so already, he would kill the little bastard currently held immobile in front of him. He was so mad that he missed the archway starting to give of a faint pinkish glow.

"Well Harry," Dumbledore said in as calm a voice as he could muster, "You seem to have scuppered some of my plans rather nicely. I'm afraid it's all in vein though, I'm still going to have to dispose of you."

"Why should I care about that?" Harry spat, showing anger for the first time, "I have nothing keeping me here. Hermione killed, Ron turned Death Eater and now dead by my wand, parents long dead, Sirius died in this very room and Remus was killed in the battle upstairs. At least if I die I'll be with those who actually give two shits about me."

Dumbledore gave his best twinkly eyed, grandfatherly smile. "Well then Harry, seeing as you seem to eager to be off on your next great adventure, lets get you started. Any last words?"

Here Harry's scowl melted from his face to be replaced by a truly evil grin. "Funny thing, Fidelius Charms, aren't they?"

This caused Dumbledore to blink. Of all the final things to say, this was what the boy went with?

A hard lump suddenly formed in the pit of his stomach, forcing him to ask, "What do you mean by that Harry?"

"Well, casting the spell is very tricky. Especially that one tiny little flaw where anyone who hears the secret being bestowed upon the keeper knows where whatever is being hidden is located without having to be told the secret. You'll never guess what I overheard yesterday..." Harry trailed off with a smirk.

The lump turned to ice cold lead. The only Fidelius Charm he had cast for weeks was when he moved... His eyes nearly popped from his sockets. "No..." he gasped.

Harry nodded slowly. "Hey Dumbledore? Did you know that when a Philosophers Stone is melted with Fiendfyre, it smells exactly like warm apple pie?"

"No..." Dumbledore whispered again, shock and disbelief all over his suddenly pale face.

"Yes." Harry replied, "Flamel's stone, the one you claimed to have destroyed 'for the greater good' is gone. How's that for scuppering your plans old man?"

Dumbledore was vibrating in rage, his magic sparking in the air around him. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible! "You lie! YOU LIE! LEGILIMENS!"

He smashed through Harry's formidable barriers like they were nothing but tissue paper, frantically searching for proof of his claims. Harry screamed out in pain at the force of the mind probe but still managed to direct Dumbledore to the memories he wanted him to see.

..Harry hiding in his office watching him cast the Fidelius on the cupboard under his desk...

...Harry sneaking back late at night and disabling the only monitoring charm placed there...

...Flying deep into the forbidden forest, landing near a large river...

...The stone laying on a large flat rock...

...The shout of an incantation...

...The swish of a wand...

...The roar of fire...

...The smell of apple pie...

"NOOOO!" Dumbledore bellowed as he ripped free of Harry's mind. He swung his wand around, blasting large parts of the room apart in his rage. At the sound of laughter he turned back to Harry, his face a mask of fury.

"I was going to make this easy on you boy!" he snarled, spittle flying from his mouth, "It was going to be a quick, painless death then you could be reunited with your parents and your precious little mudblood friend. But now," his evil smile could have made a Dementor soil it's self, "Now you're going to have the most painful death I can devise."

He raised his wand again and Harry rose into the air, his arms pulling out to his sides as if being crucified. He was pleased to see a trickle of fear in the boys eyes.

"Once again, any last words boy?"

"The world will know of this. You're finished."

Dumbledore smirked. "You are about to die, there is only you and I down here. The world will know you died in the battle, your body being consumed by a dark spell you were hit with."

"I may be about to die, but the world already knows it's you who will kill me. The charmed mirror in my pocket has been broadcasting everything said to the Wizarding Wireless. You're fucked."

The last thing Harry saw was the sickly green magic of the killing curse speeding from an enraged Albus Dumbledore before something pulled him backwards and darkness claimed him.

A purple haired young woman was running towards a cluster of buildings, clutching two small red and white balls to her chest while dodging around the few people who were out shopping. Her target was a medium sized two story building with a large red 'P' above it's double glass doors, the Pokécenter of her home town; Threefalls.

She hadn't been running for long, just a few hundred meters from the outskirts of town but she was breathing hard and had a slight sheen of sweat on her face despite the only slightly warm spring day. The reason she was running to the Pokémon center and the reason she was so out of breath was because she had just completed her first ever Pokémon battle, and not only had she won but she had captured her foe on her first try. Now she was running to the Pokécenter to get her Bulbasaur (the Pokémon she had chosen above Charmander and Squirtle to be her first) and her newly captured Pidgey healed up.

As she reached the doors of the Pokécenter the adrenaline from the fight had finally worn off, but the worried frown on her forehead was still there. She hoped she hadn't hurt her new friends too badly and her new Pidgey wouldn't be too upset with her. Shouldering the door open she called out for Nurse Joy while quickly moving over to the counter.

"Kendra!" exclaimed the pink haired woman, "It's so nice to see you. I though you'd be well on your way towards Pallet Town by now."

"I got into a battle just outside town. A Pidgey swooped down and wouldn't let me pass." Kendra exclaimed while trying to push her Pokéball's into the nurses' hands, "My Bulbasaur took a couple of hits and I knocked the Pidgey out before catching it. Please tell me they're ok!"

Joy took the 'balls and placed them on a machine next to her. "Lets have a look at them and we'll see what needs doing. I'm sure they're both fine."

She turned the machine on and looked at the screen beside it while Kendra fiddled with her hair and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Despite having turned 18 a few days ago she had only just started her Pokémon journey, having wanted to stay in school and do a little work before going on her adventure. After all, having some money with her would help while on the road and when training her Pokémon. Plus if she couldn't make it as a trainer she would always have her education to fall back on. Being so new she was constantly worried about messing up somehow and getting her Pokémon seriously hurt almost as soon as she'd got them didn't seem like a good way to begin her journey. She looked up when Nurse Joy handed her Pokéball's back with a smile.

"They are both fine." she said, "I didn't even need to take them out to patch them up, just give them a little energy."

"Oh thank goodness!" Kendra sighed through a grin, "I was afraid I'd hurt Pidgey."

"Relax Kendra, Pokémon are tough creatures." Joy said with a smile, "It's not often they get badly hurt. Your two there would have been fine after a few hours of rest outside of their Pokéball's or if you had given them a Healing Potion."

"Ok," Kendra replied while clipping the 'balls onto her belt. "I'll try to remember that for next time; only bring my Pokémon to a Pokécenter when they are badly hurt."

"Well, it doesn't hurt to get them checked over now and then." Joy said, "And if you're in a rush you can get them healed up quickly. And of course you should always bring your Pokémon in if they are bleeding, have broken bones or anything more serious than a few bruises and tiredness." Joy looked up at the clock then back to Kendra, "Go on. You should get going to Pallet Town if you want to make it before Professor Oak closes up for the day. Remember, today is the last day before sign ups for this year's league close."

Thanking Nurse Joy once more Kendra left the Pokécenter and shortly after that, the town.

While walking the quiet country lanes that led towards Pallet Town and Professor Oak's Lab, the closest place she could register for the Kanto Pokémon League, better known as the Indigo League, she daydreamed about things to come. About capturing more Pokémon, battling other trainers, earning Gym Badges and eventually (if she was good enough) competing in the Indigo League Championships in about a years time. She also wondered what it would be like to be leaving on her journey with friends instead of alone and felt a momentary twinge of regret at not having left at the age of 10 with her friends, though seeing what bitches they had all turned into the regret quickly died.

She thought it more important to finish school and get a few years of part time work money saved up before leaving. With the extra money she had saved up from working at the towns Pokémart and then later at her Grandparents Goldeen breeding center she would be able to afford better food, staying more often in Inns instead of sleeping rough night after night, buy more items for her Pokémon and anything else she might need. Her choice in this was confirmed each time Cindy, Tara and Lucy came home and complained about sleeping outdoors or not having enough food.

Finally spying Pallet Town in the distance she brought her mind back to the present. She could see Professor Oak's lab and his numerous Pokémon in the fields around it. There she could register for the Indigo League and finally begin her Pokémon Adventure!

And what an adventure it was going to be...

AN: Well there you go guys. First chapter. From here on out everything will be in the Pokémon world unless people really, really want to see what's going on back in the HP 'verse. I could have easily doubled the length of this chapter but I think I want to keep to shorter yet regular chapters instead of longer chapters that have longer between being posted.

Reviews are welcome though I wont hold off posting the next chapter unless I get X number of reviews. Authors who do that piss me off. Plus, it's the first chapter and nothing much has happened yet. Still, review if you feel like it!