Nine year old Harry Potter let out a groan as he awoke to a pounding headache. 'What happened?' he wondered groggily. He tried feeling around for his glasses, only to yelp as his arm seared in pain.

'That's right,' the boy thought. 'Uncle Vernon beat me for doing freaky things again. But how the in the world did Dudley's hair turn pink?'

"All right…" Harry muttered to himself. "Let's try this again…" Once more he groped for his glasses, trying desperately to ignore the pain in his arm.

Finding them at last, he shoved them onto his face. He then quickly found the lamp switch and flicked it on. Lying back down, he breathed deeply and waited for the pain in his arm to fade into a dull throb before examining his wounds.

'Not too bad,' Harry thought in surprise. "Looks like my arm took the brunt of the blows trying to shield myself. Better check the goods… Legs… check… Right arm… check…. Left arm, hell no.'

"It's probably fractured," Harry muttered. "Maybe broken."

'Why do I have to live like this?' Harry thought bitterly. 'What have I done wrong? Did I do something to piss off God? Was I was an evil mastermind in a past life or something?'

A growl broke him out of his angst. Harry looked around, startled before realizing that it was his own stomach.

'That's right, I haven't eaten since lunch,' Harry remembered. 'What time is it now?'

Slowly, Harry sat up. He stood up shakily, banging his head on the bottom of the stairs in the process. Cursing, he reached for the door with his right arm… only to find it locked.

"Of course," Harry sighed, taking a seat once more. As he slowly sank back down into a lying position, his eyes began to sting.

'I won't cry,' Harry thought furiously, blinking the tears back. 'Not because of them.'

Suddenly, a light pink glow began emanating from the kitchen. Harry sat up in surprise, only to groan as he jostled his arm. Slowly, he stood and peaked through the small 'window' of the cupboard door.

He saw a figure entering the hallway. Its form was hidden by a bright pink glow. Harry instinctively shrank back to avoid the figure detecting his presence.

This was futile, for the figure seemed to know he was already there. The figure was now standing before the cupboard door.

Harry let out a small whimper as the lock clicked and the door opened. The light was now blinding as it illuminated the small cupboard.

The figure stood tall and intimidating as it approached the small boy. It slowly leaned towards Harry, making the boy inch back until he felt the wall against his back. The figure leaned so close that it was face to face with Harry. The light was still too bright to make it out clearly.

The figure raised a hand, causing Harry to flinch and clench his eyes shut, awaiting the blow… Only to feel a tiny hand patting his head.

Harry opened his eyes only to yelp in shock as a pink cat-like creature floated in front of him, holding its paws to its mouth, giggling hysterically. The pink light had faded into a dim glow, just enough to see in the darkness.

"Mew mew mew," the creature giggled at his flabbergasted appearance.

"M-Mew?" Harry questioned. The creature looked confused.

"Mew?" it asked gesturing at Harry. It then gestured to itself. "Mew!"

"N-No, I'm Harry," the boy stuttered. "You're Mew?"

"Mew!" the creature said.

Suddenly Harry's stomach rumbled once again. Mew giggled and its eyes began glowing blue. Several plates of food suddenly appeared in front of Harry, startling the boy and causing him to fall off the bed.

Mew began giggling again as the boy picked himself up. "How did you do that?" Harry asked in awe.

"Mew?" Mew cocked its head. "Mew Mew!"

Mew's eyes began glowing once again and a fork appeared. The forks began floating and skewered pieces of food. The now food-laden fork floated in front of Harry.

Harry cautiously took the fork and took a bite. A moment later found him shoveling the food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

Unknown to Harry, while he was eating, Mew's eyes were glowing once again. The New Species Pokemon watched in shock and sadness as she viewed Harry's memories. As she viewed the boy's most recent memories and thoughts, she came to one conclusion: He had to get away from here.

Harry sighed contently as he pushed away the last plate of food. He looked up to see Mew watching him intently.

"Thank you, Mew," he said gratefully.

"Mew," the creature said softly. "Mew Mew Mew Mew Mew MEW Mew."

"Er," Harry said awkwardly. "I don't understand you."

"Mew…" the creature's eyes suddenly began glowing blue once more, only this time, Harry began glowing pink.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Harry exclaimed. "Mew? MEW!"

In a brilliant flash of pink light, Harry Potter was gone from Number 4 Privet Drive.

Professor Samuel Oak hummed as he continued taking notes on the behavior of several Vileplume spreading their pollen over an area of forest. With a quick glance at his watch, he found that it was nearing midnight.

"I see," the professor muttered, rubbing his chin. "These Vileplume seem to be spreading their pollen to mark their territory. Fascinating!"

Several nearby bushes began rustling, alerting the Vileplume to a new presence. A Rattata left the bushes. By the way that it was sniffing around, it appeared to be foraging.

"Plume!" the Grass-type Pokemon shouted at the Mouse Pokemon. The Vileplume began chasing the poor rodent off as Oak watched on.

"Oh, dear," he muttered as he began picking up his notes and flashlight. He quickly began tailing the Pokemon as the Vileplume entered a small clearing.

Samuel knelt down in the bushes as the Vileplume searched for the Rattata, who appeared to have escaped. The Professor began taking notes once again. "It seems they're very territorial, even to the smallest of Pokemon."

The Vileplume, seeming to give up, began spreading their pollen around the clearing as well.

Suddenly a bright pink light flared throughout the clearing, startling the Vileplume, causing them to flee back into the forest.

"Oh, my, what's this?" Samuel exclaimed.

The light faded, replaced by a bubble of pink light. The bubble lowered itself to the ground and burst to reveal a young, sleeping boy and a small Pokemon.

"Dear Arceus," Samuel whispered. "It's Mew!" He quickly ripped out a new sheet of paper and began sketching the Legendary Pokemon. "But what's it doing with that boy?"

"Mew Mew," the New Species Pokemon said softly to the boy. It then floated upward… and looked directly at the Professor.

Samuel froze as the Pokemon stared him down. Its eyes began glowing and the boy began glowing pink once again. Slowly, the boy was carried into the air and towards the awestruck professor.

As the boy was lowered the ground in front of him, Samuel frowned in concern. The boy was in horrible condition. He was covered in bruises and his arm seemed very battered. His clothes were at least two sizes too large for him and his glasses were barely held together with scotch tape. By the look of his nose, it seemed to be from repeated punches to the face.

"Mew Mew…" the Legend said softly. It pointed at the boy, then to Oak. "Mew Mew?" it requested.

"Will I take him?" the Professor asked. The Pokemon nodded. "Yes, I will."

The Pokemon smiled and began muttering its name as it glowed white. The boy began glowing white as well. Professor Oak recognized the ability as Wish.

Before his eyes, the worst of the boy's injuries began healing themselves. As Mew stopped muttering, the glowing stopped as well.

"Mew Mew!" the Pokemon exclaimed before it began floating away. It hesitated before floating back to the boy and nuzzled him. It then began glowing pink before taking off into the sky.

Samuel watched it until it disappeared into the night sky before shaking his head in amazement. He looked down at the boy, who was slumbering peacefully. He reached for his belt and took out a Poke Ball.

The professor tapped top of the ball with his index finger, enlarging it, before tapping it again on the bottom. The ball burst open and a stream of pure white energy streamed out before materializing as a large, orange and green dragon.

"Dragonite," the professor addressed. "We need to take this boy back to the lab."

The Dragon Pokemon nodded and carefully lifted the boy into its arms. Oak them climbed onto the dragon's back. With a single beat of its powerful wings, the trio was soaring through the night sky in the direction of Pallet Town.

'Where am I?' Was Harry's first thought as he blinked through the blinding light. His cupboard never got this much light, so where could he be?

He began feeling around for his glasses and found them on a nearby nightstand. He frowned. 'These aren't my glasses.'

His glasses were wire rimmed, but by the feel of these, they were plastic. Regardless, he slipped them on and was surprised at how well they worked. 'They work better than my other pair!'

Now able to see, he glanced around the room. It was a simple room. The bed was made of dark wood and had red sheets. The floors were made of hardwood and the walls seemed to be made similarly. The curtains, which were open, were red as well.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice exclaimed. Harry started and looked to his left to see an elderly man sitting in an armchair, a book in his lap. He stood and walked over to the foot of Harry's bed.

"W-Who are you?" Harry asked. "And where am I?"

"I am Professor Samuel Oak," the man introduced himself. "And you're at my home and lab in Pallet Town, of the Kanto Region."

"I'm Harry Potter," the raven-haired boy said. "But I've never heard of this place. Is it in England?"

"England?" the professor asked in confusion. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Surrey, England, United Kingdom," Harry replied. At the man's blank look, he tried elaborating. "It's right by London." He then remembered the incident from the night before. "There was this strange creature that kept saying 'Mew' over and over again. Does that mean anything to you? Because I think it brought me here."

The man nodded. "Yes, Mew did bring you here," he confirmed. His face hardened. "You were in terrible condition as well. Mew healed your wounds, but it couldn't do anything about the scars. From what I saw, you appeared to be suffering from abuse and malnutrition. Tell me, Harry. Were you abused?"

Harry looked away, which was all the professor needed.

"I see," he muttered. "Well, Mew is a very powerful Pokemon who knows where it got you from…"

"So, you've never heard of England?" Harry asked weakly. The professor shook his head.

"Well, you can stay here for as long as you like, Harry," Samuel offered, seeing a hopeless expression growing on the boy's face. "I have a grandson that's about your age, though he'll be starting his Pokemon journey soon…"

"You keep saying that word," Harry observed. "Pokemon. What does that mean?"

The professor looked aghast. "You don't know what Pokemon are?" he asked. Harry shook his head. "No clue whatsoever?"

"No," Harry said in confusion. "Should I?"

The professor slowly sat down at the foot of Harry's bed. "You don't know what Pokemon are…" he muttered. "Harry, Pokemon are creatures that inhabit every corner of the world."

"You mean like animals?" Harry asked.

"Somewhat," Samuel replied. "Though normal animals are only seen few and far between, Pokemon are much more common. I suppose your could say they are animals, but with super powers."

"Okay, what?" Harry asked in confusion. "Animals with super powers?"

The professor nodded. He reached behind him and pulled out a small red and white ball about the size of a ping pong ball. With a tap of his finger, he enlarged it to the size of a baseball. With another tap, the ball burst open and a stream of pure white energy was released onto the bed.

Harry watched in awe as a small brown fox-like Pokemon materialized. The fox blinked up at him before crying out, "Eevee!"

"As you probably figured out, this Pokemon is called Eevee," the professor exclaimed. "It is known as the Evolution Pokemon because it has the ability to evolve into many different forms."

"Hello, Eevee," Harry said with a smile.

"Vee!" the tiny Pokemon exclaimed as it leapt into his arms and began nuzzling his chest.

"It seems she likes you," the Professor Oak said with a smile. "Tell me, how old are you, Harry?"

"I'll be ten next month," Harry replied. "Why?"

"Well it seems that until we can figure out a way to get you back home, you're stuck here," the professor answered. "And I know I wouldn't want to be cooped up here all the time. Every ten year old has the chance to obtain their Pokemon license. This allows them to own Pokemon and go on a journey to learn more about the world. Usually this is in the form of Pokemon Training, in which people raise Pokemon to battle competitively and challenge the Pokemon League."

"And you're going to let me?" Harry asked in amazement.

"Every ten year old has the right, Harry," the professor said. "I can't force you to go, or keep you from going."

Harry then frowned. "But I don't have any money or anything…"

The professor smiled. "I could help you there,"

"No, I couldn't," Harry refused. "I couldn't freeload off of you."

The professor looked thoughtful. "Then how about this?" he said finally. "You could work for me and be my field assistant. I will provide you with what you need and you'll observe the all the Pokemon you see and catch."

Harry looked down at the Eevee cuddling in his lap. He wanted to go and see more of this place. What other kinds of creatures were there in this world.

"All right," Harry agreed.

"Good," Samuel smiled. "I'll find you some better clothes. The ones you're wearing far too shoddy. Then we can get started!"

"Get started on what?" Harry asked.

The professor stared at him. "You didn't think I would send you out into the world without knowing anything about it or the kinds of Pokemon you'll meet, did you?"

Harry blushed as the professor left the room. He came back several minutes later with a new outfit. He then left Harry to get dressed.

After pulling the new clothes on, Harry looked into the mirror. He was now wearing a plain white tee shirt underneath a zipped up blackish-gray jacket. He also wore dark brown khakis. He kept his old black shoes, because they were the only ones that fit.

"What do you think?" Harry asked Eevee, who was sitting on the bed.

"Vee!" she nodded enthusiastically.

"Well then, lets, go!" he said as Eevee leapt into his arms again. He turned around and opened the door to the hallway… and this new world.

A/N: Alright guys, I posted this up again because I received a LOT of complaints lol. As you can tell, this will be different from the last one, but only in a few aspects. It will still be the same storyline.

And before you ask, yes, Harry will keep Eevee. =)