Chapter 1

"Avada Kadavera!" screamed Lord Voldemort as a bolt of green light shot from the end of wand toward the running trio of teenage crusaders.

"Stupify." Ron turns and casts a stream of red light back at the Dark Lord. Voldemort diverts the attack and continues to gain on the trio. Ron looks over at Hermione and they share a look. They both know that there are far too many Death Eaters around them to continue the fight.

"We have to get out of here!" Hermione shouted. Harry glanced back, nodding in agreement. The trio turned down a hall in Malfoy Manor that leads them to the back door. Harry looks out a window and sees the black clouds of dozen of Death Eaters coming towards them.

"We need to get back to Grimmauld Place. Grab my arm." Hermione reached out her arm for Ron and Harry to grab.

"No! Death Eaters have control of the Ministry. If we Apparate they will know exactly where we go." Harry pulls out a small half red half white orb. He pressed the button in the middle of it and it expands to a large size. With a flash of light Harry's Abra appears next to them. "We need to go to Grimmauld Place," Harry says to Abra.

Abra gives a slight nod and the next thing you know the three of them open their eyes and they are outside on a street. They look around. It appears that they haven't been followed. A general sigh of relief is shared among the three of them. Abra returned to his Pokéball.

The three of them look toward the row of houses and stare at the place where number 11 Grimmauld Place meets number 13. The row of houses begins to shake and part from this spot as if to let number 12 Grimmauld Place, the house Harry had inherited from his godfather Sirius Black, slips into place. The muggles in the conjoining flats seemed unaware that their house was changing location with them in it. All of them too preoccupied with cleaning up after supper or watching their son and daughters play with their Growlites and Eevees. The almost spooky unmaintained façade of number 12 Grimmauld place was before them and they walked inside, reaching safety. For the moment.

Chapter 2

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stand on the welcome mat staring down the hallway into the usually abandoned house. Harry had not been here since Sirius had died. This house has never been what you may call "homey" but it seemed even less so now. Harry, exhausted from the battle needed a place to rest.

"Well we can't stand here forever." Harry takes a step forward but is stopped by a loud booming voice.

"Severus Snape!" Mad-Eye's loud voice bellows through the empty hall. Harry, Ron and Hermione feel their tongues roll up in their mouths. When they have control of tongues Ron touches his and tries to stretch it out. "What the bloody hell was that?" Ron exclaimed.

"Tongue tied ji-." Before Hermione could continue her sentence she was stunned. A rather large dust cloud had started to form at the end of the hall. A shape of what appeared to be a man began to form in the dust. The outline of the man became suddenly familiar to Harry. A dark ghostly version of Albus Dumbledore flew toward them. "Yoooooou."

"What, but I didn't kill you," Harry shouted out of terror and confusion. On the word kill the Dumbledore before them vanished. The room was quiet. Ron did his best to console a broken down Hermione. Harry took a couple more steps down the quiet hallway. It appeared as if that was the last enchantment.

"Lumos maxima."

Harry lifts his wand to light the stairway in front of him. For a split second he can see the tail end of a retreating Gastly fleeing from the light. "Wonderful," Harry said softly to himself. "Ghost Pokémon are ridiculously hard to remove; but if we helped remove a boggart from the upstairs cabinet last year we can probably remove a couple of Gastlys."

Harry, Ron and Hermione walk up the stairs into the drawing room. Exhausted they set up their sleeping bags and Ron and Harry get comfortable. Hermione sits in a chair gently brushing her sleeping Vulpix. She knows that they must soon get on the road if they ever have a hope of finding and destroying all the horcruxes.

Chapter 3

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend the next couple weeks at Grimmauld Place. They needed to get started on their quest but none of them really knew where to start. So they spent a couple weeks resting and cleaning up the house as best they could. Kreacher was rarely seen and when he was seen, didn't seem eager to help them clean. Harry wasn't complaining.

Harry left the drawing room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Hermione was making a modest lunch with the food they had left. "How are things going upstairs?"

"It's better. Not great but livable." Harry takes a seat at the long table in the middle of the kitchen. "Ron is still upstairs dealing with the Gastlies."

Hermione lets out a small chuckle as the mental image of Ron dealing with the Gastly infestation upstairs pops into her mind. "Why is he up there doing that? You're the one that has the psychic Pokémon."

"He wanted to do it," said Harry as he gave a sigh of comic amusement at his best friend.

There is a huge thud that appears to be coming from upstairs. Harry and Hermione laugh as they imagine Ron battling the Gastlies.

Footsteps are heard coming down the stairs. Ron is obviously running down the stairs. Hermione moves from the counter where she was making sandwiches with the stale bread they had left and walks toward the hallway to meet Ron.

"What was that noise?" Ron peers in the doorway of the kitchen out of breath.

"We thought that was you with the Gastlies." Harry was perplexed.

"No I finished with them ages ago. Magneton was awesome up there you should have seen it. I even managed to catch one!" Ron was so proud of his accomplishment that he had forgotten the reason he ran through the house in the first place.

"Well then what was that noise?" As soon as Hermione finished her sentence another loud noise caused the three of them to cover their ears. This one sounded more like an explosion than a thud. Expecting the worst Harry runs to the window and looks out at the road in front of number 12 Grimmwauld Place. He saw a young man – no older than 13 – battling a Koffing with a Pikachu. His opponents were wearing white uniforms with a big red "R" on the chest of each of them. A Meowth is next to them, standing on two legs.

"Is that Meowth talking?" Hermione asked quizzically. Neither one of them answered. Even in the magical world, a talking Pokémon was an oddity. One of the opponents, a woman with long red hair, ran forward the sent out her Pokémon; an Ekans. Two more people run towards the young boy, a girl with red hair dressed in short shorts and a summer tank and a young black man, older than the others. The girl throws one of her Pokéballs into the air and releases her Staryu to battle the newly released Ekans.

"They could use some help don't you think?" Ron heads to the door and Harry and Hermione follow him.