Behind These Green Eyes

Pokemon and Harry Potter crossover.

Summary: Fem!Harry, with the help of Mew, Celebi and Jirachi, Seraphina Potter, the real Girl-Who-Lived, finds herself transported to the world of Pokemon, after being neglected and abused in favour of her younger brother. Raised by Alder, the Champion of Unova, she travels region-wide and captures many Pokemon and competes in several competitions. This is a record of one of her many Adventures. Eventual Lance/Seraphina.

GAME-CENTRIC

Seraphina Potter, age 5, but extremely clever for her age, was currently holding her younger, newborn brother, James Jr. (She just calls him Jamie.) Her parents, James and Lily, were currently at a sudden meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, leaving her and a babysitter looking after Jamie.

It was near midnight when the alarm rang through the halls of Potter Cottage. Sera and the babysitter exchanged panicked glances. Taking charge, the 5-year-old yelled, in surprisingly good English. "Call Mum and Dad! I'll take Jamie!"

Without waiting fora response, the small girl ran upstairs with a tightened grip around the younger sibling. However, only a few minutes passed until the Dark Lord himself appeared inside the room of which the two was hiding. Determined to be defiant to the last breath, the young girl gave an icy emerald green glare towards the young, corrupted man. "You better leave my brother alone!" She shouted towards the man. But that did not deter him. Instead he just smiled sinisterly. "What is your name young one? And when were you and your brother born?"

"Why would I tell you!" She hissed back.

"Well then, I'm afraid that I'll have to resort to some... unfortunate methods." He said. However he did not say this sadly, he said this as if he wanted this to happen. "Imperio!"

The change was instantaneous. The small girl's eyes became glossy, as she replied in a monotone voice. "My name is Seraphina Violet Dorea Potter, and I was born on the 31st of July, five years ago. My brother was born on either on the same day, or on the 1st of August, it was midnight when he was born."

"Thank you." he smirked, before he released his hold on the messy-haired girl. "Avada Kedavra!"

With a gasp, Seraphina turned and closed her eyes, hiding her brother from the green light. Seraphina shuddered as she felt the green beam hit her, and as she was knocked into the crib. The crib shattered under her weight, and it shielded her from sight as she was knocked into unconsciousness. She barely registered the other scream that came from her attacker.

Lily and James Potter was quickly returning to their hideout in Godrics Hollow. They were eager to spend some time with their beloved family. However, they froze when they saw that their once-glorious home was destroyed. James froze with shock as Lily ran inside. She was greeted with a horrendous sight. Furniture was scattered across the hall, dying flames were gathered in patches, and a corpse was found in the living room. "Kyle..." came a gasp from behind the red-headed woman. James stood there, eyes never leaving the carnage before realisation beckoned on the pair. "The kids!" They gasped together. They ran upstairs, into James Jr's bedroom. Inside was a horrible sight. The crib was in shambles, a small feminine hand emerging from underneath. A cry indicated that the newborn was also underneath. With a quick flick of his wand, the crib vanished and what was underneath was revealed. Their oldest, Seraphina, was lying unconscious, her form lying in a position to protect what was in her arms. James Jr. was what was in her arms, an angry scar in the shape of a V was on the young boys forehead. The red-head quickly gathered the youngest in her arms with a cry. The raven-haired man just looked on in astonishment, before breaking into a grin. "Our son survived the Killing Curse!"

And with that the two broke into whispers and quickly floo-called the head of the Order, Professor Dumbledore. The house was soon filled with people, and reporters. However, in all of the excitement, everyone soon forgot about the young girl, the true Girl-Who-Lived, lying in the corner, a lightning-shaped scar on the side of her neck, hidden by her hair.

AN: Another trial... R&R and you'll get more... Blah, blah, blah... *zzz*