A/N: I honestly don't know where this came from, but...well, here it is. The new professor at Hogwarts is a Pokémon Master. That's pretty much the whole plot. Yeah. Read it if you want, but if you don't, I won't hold it against you.
Disclaimer: Don't own shit.
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Chapter 1: Mister Brightside
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Long, long ago, when the fragile species homo sapiens sapiens was still in its developmental stages, there was much more land mass on the planet earth. If one was so inclined, they could walk the entire way around the earth without having to move across water to do it. The Bering land mass connected the Northeast corner of the Asian continent with its Northwestern American counterpart, and a land bridge spanned what is now the Atlantic Ocean between the Eastern Seaboard of North America with what is now Spain and North Africa. In fact, the Mediterranean Sea was originally a landlocked ocean until roughly eight thousand years before the birth of Jesus of Nazareth.
About 10,000 B.C., a slight mutation occurred within the human race, one that would forever change the course of history. It wasn't much in the genetic sense, just a couple hundred thousand nitrogen-base couplings on the DNA strand, but the effect was dramatic. It created a small organ within the human's body, just a couple centimeters to the right of the heart, that came with its own circulation system.
What this organ did was allow the human to interact with, and manipulate, the natural energy that surrounded and permeated the very essence of the planet they lived on; it turned them into the predecessors of today's magicians.
At first, this new sub-species didn't understand one bit of what they were doing, but it seemed instinctively tied to emotion, much like the accidental magic young witches and wizards perform in the early stages of their lives. Experimentation began, and soon, they realized that it was they who were affecting the world around them!
Eventually, they began to grasp the enormity of the situation, and started gathering together in small communities and exploring the possibilities that came with their unique talent, and in the process discovered the various magical creatures who shared their strange genetic alteration in some way or another. In a thousand years, they had gone from small covens of maybe a few dozen at most to entire cities and empires across the globe.
The Atlantic land bridge is where homo sapiens magia first originated, much like homo sapiens came about in the cradle of life known as Africa. It is also the fabled continent of Atlantis, where the most prominent magical city of Atlantica was located direct center of the bridge.
The most widely acknowledged date that the catastrophe happened is the fourtieth sun of Fire Moon in the warm season of the year we would refer to as 7988 B.C.E. Thanks to their magic, which was much more enlightened than its modern equivalent, the mages of old were able to detect a huge chunk of rock the size of Germany hurtling toward their planet several months before it would impact, and came up with an incredible idea.
They created a magical amplifier and placed it where they calculated the asteroid was to strike, which was incredibly fortunately close to a major ley line, and brought forth as many magicians as they could to power the artifact. It basically created a shield of pure magic powered by both the sorcerers' energies and those of the Earth via a magical tap of the ley line beneath the surface.
What the ancients didn't plan on was the fact that the Earth's magic had drawn that particular asteroid towards it inadvertently because the giant space rock's own magic had been attracted to our planet's like a lodestone to a magnet.
So when the time came for the shield to be erected, it formed just as planned. But on initial impact, the asteroid's magic battled against the encorcelled barrier's, and partially won. Partially meaning that the shield broke, but the magical backlash ended up breaking the asteroid into millions and millions of smaller pieces. That being said, smaller pieces of a piece of rock the size of an entire country are still pretty big.
Millions of lives were lost in the resulting rock storm, and the land bridge was pulverized. But the most startling result of this event was when quite possibly the most magically-charged shard of the asteroid punctured the Earth's crust and plunged into the huge stream of magic under the ground of Atlantis, sending the entire continent flying through several dimensions, where it came to rest in a land that greatly resembled the one from which they came.
The survivors of the catastrophe reforged their lives as best they could, and began noticing strange occurrences in the organisms who had likewise survived the incident. Eventually, they began to create spherical devices with which to capture and tame these creatures, whom they began to call Pocket Monsters, or Pokémon.
Over the next eight thousand years, the normal humans, mages, and Pokémon learned to coexist peacefully, excluding two major wars, and dozens of minor skirmishes between separate factions. A thousand years into the common era, several magicians were able to return to their original world and made contact with their terrestrial counterparts, thus reconnecting a link between the two societies, although the humans were to remain in the dark about it; it may have very well blown their minds.
Since then, things have settled down, and only a few mages have ever moved between the two worlds in that time.
One young warlock is about to be one of them.
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Loomis was the best. That was basically the beginning and the end of it. He didn't flaunt his talent, and he didn't have a big head because of it. Sometimes, in fact, he absolutely hated it, because it put so much responsibility on his shoulders. Take, for example the situation he was in at the moment.
He was caught figuratively between a rock and a hard place. Literally, he was staring down ten Legendary Pokémon on the beach just south of Pallet Town; ten Legendaries who were all very, very pissed off, and if he didn't do something about that, then not only was his home region of Kanto in danger, but the entirety of Atlantis, including Johto, Unova, Sinnoh, Hoenn, and even the outlands, like Orre, Almia, and Fiorre were as well.
And of all the freakin' Legendaries, it had to be these ones.
Cursing his luck, Loomis turned to his loyal companion, a very unique Ditto named Bubba and said, "If I ever get the chance to meet Fate, I'm going to punch it so hard in the face, it'll turn into Destiny."
Look on the bright side, Bubba's voice echoed in his mind, thanks to the empathic link he could employ upon any creature, his pure white body jiggling slightly. If we pull through this, maybe they'll finally approve of your Frontier Brain licence. You can be the Battle Shack Hobo.
Snorting as he rolled his deep blue eyes, the sixteen-year-old retrieved nineteen Luxury Balls from within his pockets and tossed them out. First to appear was Hotshot, a Charizard who was a darker red than most of his species. He flew out of the ball and announced his presence to the world with a roar and a burst of flames. Grace the Milotic dove into the water near the shoreline and trilled out a greeting to Loomis. A Sceptile who went by the name of Cannabis leapt out and hopped near his Trainer on super-fast feet, while a Beautifly called Gorgeous alighted on the top of Loomis' shaggy black hair. Halogen the Ampharos came next, followed by Ural, who was a Rhyperior, and Belle the Gardevoir. There was also Sonora the Flygon, whose eye-covers were the color of an amethyst rather than the traditional ruby hue; a Weavile called Reaper who had a large head crest even though she was female; Peeves the Gengar, who had the ability of human speech at the trade-off of being rather runty for one of his species, as well as Marley the silver Togekiss.
Next up was what appeared to be a huge Peliper with a slimmer, longer body and elongated tail feathers. This was a Stormorant, the final stage in a Wingull's evolution, and this particular Stormorant answered to Stormalong, or Stormy. Many Pokémon professors had begged to be allowed to study Stormy because his evolution had required a magical substance to trigger the change. Stormy was closely followed by a colossal reddish-brown behemoth of fur with three smoking volcanoes on its back, wearing the face of a Camerupt that had a long, shaggy beard. This Pokémon was also known as a Vulcamo, and whose name was Vesuvius, another magical evolution.
Skips and Fenrir were another couple of Pokémon whose evolutions needed a magic catalyst. Skips looked very similar to her previous evolution, a Hitmonlee, except for the dark silver color of the springs that made up the majority of her arms and legs, and spiked greaves she had acquired; her species was now widely known as Hitmonspring. Fenrir, who was evolved from a Lucario, also had a strong resemblance to his prior form. The fur color remained the same, although it gained a shaggier appearance as it grew longer, as well as gaining two extra teardrop-shaped aura receptors on the back of his head and long, slightly curved blades in place of the spikes on his wrists.
Then came Mirkwood the Scaracnid, a blue-hued evolution of Ariados, whose forehead horn was longer, legs and spinnerets were gold-colored, and was much larger than an Ariados. Nopal, who had been a Cacturn, was now a Cacterror, whose hat-like growth at the top of her head now had heavy spikes along it as well, and wicked-looking spiny blades along the length of her arms and legs. Coral was a double evolution of Corsola. First, she'd been a Coreef, and was now a Coruby. She was roughly the size of a Golem, though with the same horn-like protrusions she'd had in her basic form, as well as being composed of semi-transparent red and white gem. Finally, there was Mozart the Kricketempo, the final evolution of Kricketot. He'd gained a larger double-set of gossamer wings, an extra pair of violin bow arms, and a size boost.
"Okay, guys," Loomis told them in a low tone, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "This is quite possibly the most dangerous thing I'm ever going to ask you to do, and if you don't want to, then I won't make you. Our entire continent is in danger, and I intend to stop that danger. Are you with me?"
Not one of them refused.
Readying his magical foci, which took the shape of a pair of fingerless gloves, Loomis nodded. "Then get ready for the fight of our lives."
He and his seventeen Pokémon stared down the Legendaries: Dialga, Palkia, Giratina, Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza, Entei, Suicune, Raikou, and Cresselia. He didn't want to hurt these magnificent beings; in fact, he'd met each of them at least once in his extensive travels.
It was that thrice-cursed Team Yddrasil, the ones who were arrogant enough to think themselves worthy of commanding what was arguably the strongest Pokémon in existence, Arceus. And in their admittedly limited reasoning, they believed that if they caused enough havoc, the great one would appear so they could capture it. So they built a mind-controlling device and enslaved the great embodiments of time, space, shadows, land, sea, sky, the northern winds, volcanoes, lightning, and the moon.
What the nefarious ciminal group hadn't planned on, however, was the great Loomis Thatcher. Their mistake was to attack his hometown of Pallet...while he was sleeping. A grumpy and annoyed magic-wielding, top-ranked Pokémon Trainer-slash-Coordinator is not something one wants to face on the best of days.
"Okay, you guys distract these Legendaries until I can find and destroy the machine that's controlling them. It can't be too far away."
His Pokémon nodded and instantly went into action, unleashing heavy-hitting attacks upon their Legendary counterparts. After casting some protective and enhancing wards upon his partners to ensure their safety, Loomis used his enchanted boots he'd inscribed with Fly and Extremespeed runes to rise into the air and zoom past the battling creatures and over the ocean, where his radar charm reported that a large steel water craft was following the Legendaries close by.
Unfortunately, Giratina, the only recorded Ghost-Dragon mix in the Pokémon world, noticed as he flew by and was on his tail in less than an instant.
Loomis dodged to the left to avoid a serious case of death via Hyper Beam and turned back, aiming his left hand at the larger creature and fired a Blizzard. The snowstorm was so powerful that it froze the waves they were gliding over. Atlantean magic is a very strange form of magic in the sense that is is derived from the powers and abilities of Pokémon, and is one of the main reasons why Pokémon and Atlanteans are able to work so well together.
Giratina wasn't a Legendary for nothing, though. Its tattered-looking wings glowed an angry red, and suddenly, the shadow lord was enveloped in darkness and left Loomis' view, avoiding the blizzard. Fortunately, he'd had Foresight and Future Sight runemarks tatooed on the back of his neck, so he was able to avoid the burst of shadow magic that Giratina unleashed on him, known to most as Shadow Force.
Hoping to stop the brainwashed creature, Loomis unleashed a powerful Psybeam at Giratina, but the Pokémon dodged around it and returned with a nasty dose of Dragonbreath.
The greenish-indigo flames seared through the air toward Loomis, and he was forced to erect a Light Screen between himself and the dragon fire. The attack washed harmlessly against the shield, and before it could react, Giratina was smashed in the face, neck, legs, and wings with an explosive blast of Draco Meteor, sending it crashing down into the waves.
His frown deepened as he continued out to sea; he didn't like to use his magic against Pokémon, and Team Yddrasil had forced his hand. He was not pleased, and there was less than a handful of things that could withstand his fury when he was not pleased. Team Yddrasil was not one of them.
He cast a Detect charm and got a ping on something big and metal just a few dozen yards in front of him. Strange, he thought, I can't see anything. Something's wrong here.
As he got closer, Loomis noticed some random distortion in the air, and strange discrepancies in the way the water moved around a roughly four-hundred-yard circle. He used his radar charm once more, and his suspicions were confirmed when he found a structure around the same size right in front of him.
"Bingo," he said to himself, and then a few moments after, added, "I gotta stop talking to myself." He then set about disenchanting the Disillusionment charm attached to the hull of whatever it was that was disillusioned.
When he was done, Loomis was looking at a Tentacruel aircraft carrier with four Zapdos gunships hiding in docking bays that mimicked the jewels a real Tentacruel would have on either side of its bulbous head.
Not pausing or slowing down, he used a tricky little spell which vibrated every atom in his body so fast that he was able to pass through solid objects, basically turning him intangible. He passed through the ship's hull like it was nothing and canceled the charm just in time to wave cheerily to about four dozen Yddrasil grunts before stunning and binding them up quicker than the blink of an eye with a combination of the Stun Spore hex and Wrap jinx.
Sensing a bit of magic, he decided that would be the best place to start and traced it through several long, boring hallways, past a few more grunts (who were promptly incapacitated), and into the command center of the ship.
"Hello, there," Loomis said, giving the heads of Team Yddrasil a winning smile as he shot spells at them. Five of the ten went down hard, but the other half brought up shield spells that he knew for a fact weren't of Atlantean make. "It looks like we've got some tourists onboard!"
The five people who were still standing were wearing black, robe-ish garments with hoods that nearly hid bone-white masks and using wands for foci. What is this, the Dark Ages? thought Loomis as one stepped forward, obviously the leader.
"You shouldn't have come, whelp," he growled. "You should've left well-enough alone. Now, you will have to suffer."
"Ooh, can I have him, Lucy? I haven't tortured anything since lunchtime," quipped a feminine figure off to the leader's left.
"Very well, Bella, but be quick. Our mission here for the Dark Lord is coming to fruition, and we must be back to Britain soon."
The woman raised her wand and shrieked, "Crucio!" Waves of evil-tinged magic swirled out of her wand, and Loomis raised a Light Screen to block the dark energy. The barrier exploded upon impact, but it stopped the curse as well.
A moment of stunned silence, on all sides, reigned. "Huh, I've never seen something that's ever been able to break my Light Screen. What was that?"
"The Cruciatus curse," spat the woman, Bella. "A normally unblockable curse. Atlantean magic is indeed powerful."
"Well, no freakin' duh, lady," Loomis replied. "We derive our magic from one of the strongest ley lines in the entire planet. Naturally, our magic will be more powerful than yours." The young master paced before the five mages who were aparently from the Origin dimension. "So, you're the idiots who think you can just prance on in and take over Atlantis, huh?"
"What's it to you, runt?" growled the tallest figure in the bunch, definitely male.
"Well, obviously, Atlantis is my home," Loomis drawled, as if explaining to a first-grader that two and two does not add up to Pepsi. "Therefore, I'll do everything in my, admittedly considerable, power to stop you." He stopped pacing and stared each of them in their eye-holes. "So, who wants to die first?"
"To hell wif this, I'm gonna skewer da li'l brat," growled one of the two squat robed folks, raising his wand. "Telum Glacis!"
Light glinted off of the jagged shard of ice as it flew from the mage's wandpoint. Growling under his breath, Loomis batted it away with a wave of his hand (with the help of a Counter ward around his arm) and again, the dumb-asses were shocked into silence.
"You done yet?" he asked in a bored voice. "'Cause I'm gonna show you what a real mage can do."
And with that, Loomis began casting like there was no tommorrow, unleashing tongues of flame, geysers of water, bursts of electricity, pulses of shadow, beams of frozen energy, pillars of solar fury, and everything in between.
The robed jokers were instantly put on the defensive, and try as they might, none of them were able to take back the initiative from this creature of pure unadulterated power. The two short, pudgy-looking people went down first; one immolated by a Blast Burn, the other struck and burned beyond repair by Thunder. Next was the taller fellow, who was cut to ribbons by an unrelenting barrage of Fury Cutters.
Bella and the leader were putting up a decent enough fight, and Loomis decided to use a combination spell he liked to call the Giga Beam. It was basically a Hyper Beam with a Giga Impact attached to the crest of the spell, creating a penetrating effect that went along with the devastating power of the two separate moves.
The two mages seemed to feel the strength of the energy that radiated from the spell and dove out of the way of the curse, losing their masks in the process. The leader was a man with silvery blonde hair that fell past his shoulders and cold gray eyes the color of steel. His female counterpart was a wild-looking woman with her dark hair in disarray and her violet eyes crackling with insanity.
Too bad for them that Loomis had been waiting for them to do just that and encanted a spell that strongly resembled a Caterpie's String-Shot and bound the two of them up tighter than Christmas presents.
Grinning, Loomis towered over the two of them as they struggled to escape. "Sorry to disappoint you, but movement only makes the bonds tighter, so I suggest you be as still as possible unless you like your circulation being cut off."
He crouched down next to the leader and his grin turned into a smirk. "Now, you're gonna give me some answers."
"You will never make me talk," growled Lucy, and Loomis' smirk grew wider.
"I don't intend to make you do anything," he said, placing his hand on Lucy's forehead and using a skill called Mind Reader. In seconds, images were flashing through both of their minds at the speed of thought.
When he gleaned all that he could from the feeble wizard's mind, Loomis withdrew his hand and looked down at the two in disappointment. "So you work for a dude who calls himself 'flight from death'? Really? It even sounds retarded. Voldemort? And he even used French; I mean, come on, now."
"Do not speak his name!" hissed Bella, better known as Bellatrix LeStrange, one of the strongest Death Eaters core-wise, head torturer for the Dark Lord, and all-around crazy-ass bitch.
"You're right, it is a dumb name," Loomis muttered, tapping his goatee'd chin, then brightened and held his finger up. "I got it. From now on, I'll call him Petít Morte. He's the little death. Like an orgasm."
Bellatrix was not amused. She started spitting and spluttering angrily, forcing Loomis to sprinkle some Sleep Powder from between his fingers, forcing her into a deep slumber.
"Now then, Mr. Malfoy," Loomis continued, pacing before the trussed-up Death Eater. "I'm going to give you two options. Option number one: I get you safe passage back to your world, you report to your little-death master, continue on in his services, and die very soon afterward. Option number two: I get you safe passage back to your world, you go to spend some quality time with your family, stop acting like a pureblood-supremacist jerk-off, and die much later on. Which'll it be?"
Lucius licked his lips nervously. "Option one," he muttered lowly.
"Not what I would've chosen, but whatever," Loomis smiled pleasantly as he dispelled the silken bonds, before his face fell into an expressionless mask. "Leave my home. Now."
Lucius, it seemed, didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed hold of Bellatrix's hair and activated a trans-dimensional Portkey, porting out faster than you could shake a stick at. Sighing, Loomis went about setting delayed Explosions all around the ship before Teleporting back to where the battle was raging on between his partners and the Legendaries.
Too bad for the Death Eaters that Loomis had been roused by their attack, or else their plan may very well have worked; Arceus himself had been summoned by all the latent energy being flung around like it was a food fight and was charging up a Judgement when the Tentacruel carrier blew its top sky-high, and for just a moment, the Legendary Pokémon were consumed with pain that Loomis shared, thanks to the Pain Split he'd cast on himself. If they suffered, then he suffered right along with them.
Then it was over, and the Legendaries slowly regained control of their bodies and minds. After looking around, Arceus galloped through the sky toward him. Thank you, young one, it projected its thoughts to Loomis. You once again prove that you are more than capable of wielding the might of magic to protect your home. But I fear that there is a far greater danger than those fools who thought they could do this to the other Legends. I must ask you to do something for me.
"I already know what you ask of me," Loomis interrupted, "and I was gonna to do it anyway. Whoever sent those clowns isn't gonna stop until they get control over the power of Atlantis, and I'm not going to sit idly by while they try. In fact, I think I'm going to take a proactive approach to this whole thing."
What do you plan to do?
"They came from the Origin," Loomis explained. "I'm going to follow them back using the tracking spell I put on the girly one and see what I can do to stop them from coming here before they even try. There's a war going on there, and the side that aren't complete dicks is losing. If they lose, then there's nothing stopping the other side from coming back here and taking over again. Their master, however incompetent his followers are, is ranked up there with the Archmages of old. If I can stop him, I can stop the razing of Atlantis, and that's exactly what I'm gonna try for."
You carry so much responsibility for such a newcomer to this world, Arceus observed. I believe I've lost track of how many times you've prevented the complete destruction of Atlantis.
"Yeah, well, with great power comes great responsibility, and all that good stuff," Loomis shrugged. "And besides, I can't fail with my friends helping to guide me." He gestured to his team of Pokémon, who were all catching their collective breath after such a titanic battle. Bubba transformed from the Mew he'd been impersonating and wobbled his way toward Loomis.
*So, how're we gonna get to the Origin?* asked the metamorphic creature.
"Beats me," Loomis replied, "but I've got a feeling Professor Oak might know something about it. Let's get going."
A/N: So that's that. I wish I could scan the drawings that I've done of the new Pokémon species that I introduced, but...well, as they say, that's life. Next chapter, Harry gets a new friend. Later days!
