Please note: I do not own Pokemon or Harry Potter. If I did you wouldn't be seeing me do this shit!
Also know that I am always open to comments. I have some pretty good ideas and I would love to hear some of yours. Thank and I hope you enjoy!
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On a rather cold December morning in Little Winging surrey, one could find a blanket of snow covering the lawns of the inhabitants of the neighborhood. It was a quiet neighborhood, what one one would expect from the nice, normal people that lived there.
What one would not expect would be a little boy of the age of six slowly making his way down the rode. The boy was thin and gangling, as if he had never had a proper meal in his life. This boy was named Harry Potter.
Now you may be asking yourself, 'what in the region was such a boy doing outside on such a cold February morning'. The answer would be, that he had had enough.
Harry was tired of the Dursleys, he was tired of little Winging, he was tired of all that had happened in his life, and he wanted to start over. How was he going to accomplish his dreams if he was going to stay here?
On the day of his fifth birthday, he had seen the battle on the telly, he had been mesmerized. Creatures testing their skills against one another, seeing who was stronger. Beautiful beings with amazing powers that could do things that were mind blowing. There creatures were called, Pokemon.
When he had discovered these creatures, he had wanted to know everything there was to know about them. There was one small problem. The Dursleys. It turned out the they and everyone else in Little Winging hated Pokemon. They despised them and anyone associated with them. So when the Dursleys found him watching the Pokemon match, they were not happy. In fact, it had been half a month before he got to see the sun again.
That was also when the chores began. His uncle Vernon figured if the boy was old enough to start having opinions, then he was old enough to work. And work he did. He would make breakfast ,mow the lawn, scrub the toilet, trim the garden, even clean the car. By the time he was six, he had felt like there wasn't a single place in and out of the house that he hadn't cleaned. That was until the week before.
If had started off like any other Monday morning, with his aunt petunia banging on the cupboard door, "Get up"!
Harry rose slowly from his thin mattress. He had been having such a wonderful dream. He had been in a field surrounded by Pokemon, play with them. They were all laughing together about something that he had said when his aunt started knocking.
Harry quickly got dressed and opened the door to find his aunt petunia's sour face. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get started on breakfast. Can't have you lazing about all day".
'Its 6:30', thought Harry bitterly. He had just finished with the bacon when he heard what sounded like an elephant tumbling down the stairs. 'Probably uncle Vernon', he thought. If it was Dudley, then the noise would have been faster.
Sure enough it was his uncle, followed shortly by Dudley. As they all sat at the table, Aunt Petunia came round with with water and orange juice. Harry laid out the bacon and eggs for them and everyone began too eat. Well not him. All Harry was allowed to have was some water and toast. When everything was eaten up, Harry started gathering the dirty plates when his uncle spoke.
"You can forget your chores today, boy". Harry allowed a little hope to appear in his heart. Maybe his uncle would let him have the day off and let him play outside. "I've got another job for you to do". The hope that Harry had was crushed by the whale that was his uncle.
Once he was finished washing the dishes, Harry followed his uncle to the top of the stairs, where there was a latch on the ceiling. Uncle Vernon reached up and unhooked the latch letting it swing down reviewing another set of stairs. "Get up there boy".
As Harry entered the attic a couple of things registered. The place was filthy. Covered in cobwebs and mold it looked like no one had entered it in years. The other was the smell. It was a combination of rust, mildew, and cardboard. A rather lovely stanch if he did say so himself.
"You are to clean this entire attic by dinner today. If I find that you haven't, you can forget about eating and just stay up here"! With that, his uncle slammed the latch closed, locking it in place, trapping Harry in the dark room.
The first thing Harry decided to do was organise the boxes so that he could rearrange everything. He found some Christmas decorations and calenders. Even a box full of magazines with naked woman in them. Harry didn't really get it, but apparently that was a thing. As he was moving a box with Dudley's baby yours, he tripped over something and fell with a bang.
"What was that", he heard his uncle shouting from down the stairs.
"Nothing", Harry replied.
He heard his uncle mumbling something about him being a clumsy welp.
Harry turned to see what it was that he had tripped over to find a small trunk. It was old and worn, but was covered in dust, as if someone refused to touch it for several years. Everything else seemed to be used every now and then but not this trunk.
He ran his hand of the top of the trunk, taking away the dust revealing a name in Golden letters. Lily Evans.
Harry felt his heart jump to his mouth. This was his mother's. He didn't have a single from his parents, and all this time a veritable treasure chest was right above him, just waiting for him to find. With trembling fingers, Harry unclipped the sides and lifted the lid. On the inside were all sorts of things. Labeled jars filled with seeds, books with titles that sounded so strange to him, such as 'The Standard book of types grade 1 by Miranda Gushawk' and 'A beginners guide to transformation by Emeric Switch', as well as bottles filled with different strange liquid. But what really got his attention what the small circular devise. Harry's eyes lit up in recognition. It was a Pokeball.
He was not familiar with what type of one it was. It had a white front face with a black top and two red lines running down the sides and one in the middle. 'Maybe there's a Pokemon inside', he thought nervously. With his index finger, Harry tapped lightly on the central button, opening it to reveal ... nothing.
It made sense to Harry though. From the looks of it, no one had touched the trunk in years, so any Pokemon would have been long dead from starvation. Still, if it belonged to his mother, then it was priceless to him. He had carefully put it back when he heard a sort of humming sound coming for one of the compartments. Opening up the slot, he found a red rectangular devise with a blue blinker on the top right corner.
When Harry held the strange devise up to his face a blue light shot out of the blinker directly into his eye. He yelped, jumping back and dropping the devise in the process. As he was evening out his breathing, he noticed that the thing had flipped open and the screen on the inside was lighted up, showing an hour glass turning.
When the hour glass stopped, a voice came out of it, 'Greetings Lily Potter'.
Naturally Harry was stunned. It wasn't everyday that a machine talked to you now was it. Building up his courage, Harry replied,"w-what are you"?
"I am Dexter, Pokedex of Lily Potter. If destroyed or stolen, I cannot be replaced".
"And what exactly is a Pokedex"?
"A Pokedex is an encyclopedia for all young Pokemon trainers".
He felt his heart go to his mouth again. Maybe with this he could actually accomplish his dream of becoming a Pokemon trainer.
Quickly reaching forward, Harry began processing what Dexter had said. "Why did you call me lily Potter", he asked.
After a brief pause,"Are you not Lily Potter Nee Evans"?
"She died about seven years ago. I'm her son, Harry Potter".
The Pokedex made more noises for several minutes before stopping. It then said, "Analysis complete. Previous owner Lily Potter – DESEASED. Current owner – Harry Potter. What can I do for you, Master"?
Harry only had one question. "What can you tell me about Pokemon".
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Hours had past by the time that Harry registered that to much time had gone by and to little work had been done. He was alerted about this when he heard his uncle's heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. Looking at the clock on the Pokedex, Harry found that it was 7:38 pm. He barely had time to stash away Dexter before the latch to the attic came undone and dropped down, revealing Uncle Vernon's red face. Probably from climbing all those stairs, Harry sniggered.
"Well Well Well", Vernon said as he looked around. The place was organized and slightly dusted but it wasn't good enough in his book. "Been slacking, have you? Just for that, you wont be having any dinner. It better be done by tomorrow morning or you will be getting the belting of your life"! He then went back down and slammed the latch shut, once again trapping young Harry within.
Though he didn't mind. This allowed him to converse with Dexter all night and into the morning as he went about his work. By morning the place was near spotless, and he had learned even more form the Pokedex. Apparently the books that Harry had found in the trunk were school books that had once belonged to his mothers. He had learned that the school that his mother went to was a place called Hogwarts. He didn't know how anyone came up with a name like that but it gave him a good laugh.
When morning came so did Harry's Uncle, who begrudgingly let him down after looking over the Attic, the boy had done a good job of fixing up the place. Harry had also hid his mothers trunk under some boxes so that the Dursleys wouldn't find it. He didn't even want to think of what would happen if they did.
One thing that harry made sure of was to keep the Pokedex with him at all times. With his baggy clothing, this was a simple task to do, as it hid it from his aunts searching eyes.
The rest of the week went on like that. Harry finding out more and more about Pokemon, more that he had ever dreamed. He learned about types, those with strengths and weaknesses. He learned about berries and their seeds, which incidentally he had found in the trunk. He also found out about the schools. Apparently, little winging was just a small town a few miles east of London, which was the capital of the region. When Harry got to the subject of London, Dexter had told him of a place called Diagon Alley, which was the regions primary Pokemon market. Not to say that it was the only one, but it was defiantly one of the best.
It was at the end of the week that Harry had made a decision. There was no point in waiting here, when the world out there was already waiting.
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And so we find young Harry James Potter making his way down the street towards the tree line. With him were what little belongings that he had and all of his mothers things in the trunk being wheeled next to him. Currently he was following the map on Dexter, moving toward a place called Foster Forest that was about 3 miles southwest too Surrey town. The reason that he was headed in that direction was that Dexter told him Foster Forest was the place that many beginner trainers went to train and get new Pokemon, so Harry thought,"what better way to kick start his journey"!
Harry had just crossed the tree line when he heard a cry pierce the morning air. Dropping his luggage, he rushed forward toward the noise. What he found was not something he had been expecting. An injured Pokemon was on the ground crying out in pain as some of the neighborhood boys kicked it. He Recognized Peirs, Dennis, Gordon, and Malcolm. They were all members of Dudley's gang, and no one mess with Dudley's gang. That was until harry found them harming a Pokemon. This was something that Harry simply would not stand for. Looking around quickly, he found a stick that was almost as tall as he was and about half the width of his arm. Clenching it tightly, he ran over to Peirs, who was to busy laughing at the Pokemon to notice someone with a large stick running at them, until he felt a WACK and blacked out. The other three quickly followed suite. Soon there were four unconscious humans and a panting Pokemon and Human, one from pain and the other from exhaustion.
Acting fast, Harry attempted to lift up the Pokemon to take to his trunk, but quickly found that to be a mistake. "Its got to weight 200 lbs at least"!
Instead, he ran as fast as he could back to his trunk and returned to find that the Pokemon had not moved. Opening it up Harry found the bottles of liquid that he had found out earlier were potion, meant to help heal a Pokemon. He went over to the Pokemon and ran his had over its metallic body in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He saw the Pokemon slowly open its single red eye blearly, looking around in confusion. Don't worry, Harry said, "every things going to be alright". As he was saying this, he was also spraying some of the potion over it. While this was happening, Harry looked over the Pokemon. It had a metallic arm like body, and where the elbow would meat the upper arm, instead was an eye, red with black background. He had never seen a Pokemon like this one but that wasn't all that surprising, he wasn't an expert yet, but he would definitely say that it was beautiful.
As he was thinking this, the Pokemon was thinking of the human before it as well. It was confused as to why the human was helping it after the other humans were so cruel. It slowly felt its strength returning to it until it could lift itself off of the ground without further injury. As it did this, Harry jumped back, and in the process dropping Dexter, causing it to flip open while pointed at the Pokemon. Harry then heard Dexter's voice say, "Beldom, the Iron Bell Pokemon. Beldom floats by emitting magnetic waves from its body to repel earths magnetic field. They latch their claws onto cliffs when they sleep. This Beldom is male".
"Wow", Harry breathed. "your pretty amazing".
If the Beldom could blush he probably would have.
"What are you doing so close to town? Don't you know that its dangerous, especially for Surrey. The people here hate Pokemon. If some of the adults were to see you, I don't think it would have ended well".
The Beldom moved over to the side of the clearing, showing Harry a bush filled with berries.
"Oh, aren't those Oran berries? So you come here to eat"?
The Beldom nodded his head.
"Do you have a place you like to relax, like a home"?
Nod.
"Tell you what, I have some seeds in my trunk, I could plant them there so you don't have to come here all the time to get them".
The Beldom nodded his head quickly, happily spinning around him. Harry smiled at him, happy that maybe he had just made a friend. He went over to the bush and took as many berries as he could, loading them all into his trunk. After closing the lid, Harry walked back toward the Beldom and the two began moving southwest.
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During the walk the Human and Pokemon traded some conversation. Well, it was more Harry talking and the Beldom listening but it still counted in Harry's book. The Beldom seemed to be a very cheerful Pokemon, always twisting and turning, as if it was dancing to music only it could hear. During the walk, Harry asked, "So, I know that your species is named Beldom, but do you yourself have a name"?
The Beldom shook its head.
Harry frowned at this. "But then what do your friends call you"?
The Beldom looked sad at this.
You.. don't have any friends?
The Beldom nodded sadly.
Harry reached out and placed his arm around the Beldom's head, bringing him closer to his own head. The Beldom looked up at Harry and saw him smiling at him. Then why don't I be your friend?
The Beldom had tears in his eye as he nodded his hear rapidly and began dancing again, only this time with much happier.
Even though you don't have one, would you like for me to give you a name?
The Beldom nodded its head very quickly, indicating that it would indeed enjoy having a nickname. So Harry thought long and hard about what to name the Beldom. "I think that the name Knight goes well with you. You both have armor and you bother seem really strong".
The now named Knight was happier that it had ever been. Not only did it have a new friend, but he was given a name too.
It took about another hour for the duo to reach Knight's special place, which turned out to be a small cave opening out to a clearing with a river running along the side. The place was beautiful, and Harry was honestly shocked that other Pokemon weren't around to be apart of this wonderful example of nature.
"Wow, Knight! This is your place"?! The place was perfect for growing the plants with it being in between two rivers. The berries would definitely get plenty of water. Add the water from the river for drinking and the cave for shelter, and you had the perfect place to live in the wild. Knight really found the dream home.
"I've got to say, this place is amazing. I'm going to get started planting the berry seeds and they will start growing by the end of the week"!
By the time that Harry had planted all of the seeds that he had gotten from the Oran bush, it was almost nightfall. Bringing back the flesh of the berries into the cave as well as his trunk, he began to eat some along with his new friend. As the sun set he asked Knight an important question. He asked, "Hey Knight, do you have a dream"?
Knight looked curiously at Harry, wondering what he meant.
"What I mean is, is there a goal that you want to hit, something you want to accomplish"?
Knight thought for a moment before shaking his head in the negative.
"I've got one. Its a dream that led me to finding you. Its what led me to leaving in the first place. I want to be a Pokemon trainer. But not just any Pokemon trainer. I... I want to be the very best, like no one ever was. And I feel like I can get there with your help. Will you come with me me on my journey"?
Knight looked into the eyes of the first friend that it had ever had. Eyes that spook of a passion and a fire unlike anything he had ever seen, and with it, Knight also started to feel it, the desire to be strong. No, not just strong, the strongest, stronger then anyone else. Knight nodded while crying out the name of his species. Harry grinned and went to his trunk, pulling out the Pokeball.
"Lets Be Legends".
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And that concludes the first chapter of my first ever fanfiction. Please like and comment, if you have any ideas on how I can make my story better please tell me I will always keep an open ear. See you next time!