Hey! Frost here! This is a fic I started a while ago, and I know it's kinda short. I got the idea for this after reading a Harry Potter/Pokémon crossover called Harry Potter and the Pokémon Professors, by BlairFalconeri. It was a rather good fic and it gave me the inspiration to make this. I own nothing but my OC Frost Iceclaw.

Chapter one: The Proposition

My name is Frost Iceclaw. I became the Kanto league champion eight years ago, when I was twelve years old. I never thought I was any different then other people. At least not until one proposition changed my life forever.

I yawned and stretched, I only had one challenger today. It was a bright Saturday afternoon. I was walking to my home In Viridian city from the indigo plateau when someone caught my eye. Or rather my aura sight. That was one of the few things I felt made me different then others. I had become an aura master two years before. The man that had caught my eye was wearing long purple robes and had a long white beard. He also wore a pair of half-moon spectacles. As I jogged over to him he called out to me, "do you know when the current champion will be out?" I stopped two feet away from him and waited for my partner to catch up.

"Master who is this?" my partner asked as he jogged up.

"Don't know but he's looking for the champion." I reply. "So why are you looking for me?"

"Ah, your the champion?" he asked. I nodded in confirmation. "My name is Professor Dumbledore." the old man said. "I have a proposition for you. Could we go somewhere private?" he asked.

I look at him before glancing at the Lucario beside me. "His aura is more pure then an outlaw. He does seem trustworthy." the Lucario said telepathically.

I nod to him and then say to Dumbledore, "follow me."

"So can we talk?" he asked.

I answered, "when we get to my home, we can talk there."

It was normally a twenty minute jog from the Indigo Plateau to my house. But because of having to escort a man who looked to be at least 100 years old it took forty minutes to get home. After we got to my house I said, "alright guys have fun."

A large orange and yellow dragon with green wings and a fire tipped tail appeared. "Char!" he roared.

"Good job today Atomic!" I called over to him.

Next to the Charizard was a large eel-like pokemon. He had a pale yellow underbelly and fins. He was mostly blue with some yellow markings on its head and hands. Each hand had three large claws. "Eelek-tross!"

"Hey Lightning, looking good." I commented.

Hovering above the two was a green dragon. She had a long tail and two long horns on her head. "Fly." she softly called.

"Hey there Spirit." I said to the Flygon.

A small pink cat wound herself around my legs. I reach down and pet her head, "esp."

She purred loudly as I said, "hey Psy."

Next a large blue sea otter like Pokemon appeared. He had tan shell armor on each leg, neck, and head. He also had a large white mustache. "Samurott!" he called.

"Yes Skipper, we did win." I sat down at the table in the kitchen and say, "now what can I do for you?"

"As I said earlier, my name is Professor Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of an elite school far away from here." the ancient professor said.

"So where is this school?" I asked, curious.

"It is located in a different dimension." he replied. "A dimension full of magical creatures, witches, and wizards."

"And you expect me to believe that, why?" I asked skeptically.

"I don't expect you to believe me, but, if you don't mind me asking, how do you think I got here?" he asked, pressing his fingers together.

"I don't know, but for all I know you could have walked there." I protest. "Okay let's say for a moment I believe you. What would you want with me? I don't have magical powers, other then my aura abilities." I said.

"My students are young witches and wizards, they could use someone like you. I think I have a special position at my school." he said with a slight smile.

"wait a moment, you want me to teach them about Pokemon? When they know nothing of them? Do you have any idea how long that would take!?" I asked in shock. "Is he serious?" I asked Luke telepathically.

"I think so. But his mind is one of the most closely guarded I have ever seen. I would prefer not to try to breach it." he said back.

"I trust your judgement on what to teach." he replied. I looked at him puzzled, it was strange to see someone with that much trust in someone they'd just met.

"Your taking a huge risk here you know . . ." My voice trailed off.

Dumbledore sighed and nodded, "I know, but I think it would be useful for them to learn. It might even help them to overcome some old rivalries."

I looked down for a moment, thinking. "Alright. What do you want me to do?"

"The course is called 'the Care of Pokemon'. I want you to teach them how to care for Pokemon." he said.

"Could I make a slight change to that?" I asked.

"And that change would be?" he asked curious.

"The Care and Training of Pokemon. That way they would learn how to really take care of a Pokemon." I replied promptly.

He nodded, "that can be arranged."

"So I can do anything I want in the class?" I questioned.

Dumbledore nodded, "just tell me what you want to do before."

"And I can punish troublemakers as I see fit?" I questioned further.

Dumbledore said, "within reason, but yes."

"Would you be okay with all the students who take the class to getting their own Pokemon?" I asked.

"Why Mr. Iceclaw that's the whole point of the class." He said with a chuckle.

Instantly my face darkened, "Do. NOT. Call. Me. By. My. Last. Name." I hissed.

"My apologies Frost."

I nod and say, "Professor Dumbledore, you've got a deal."

Suddenly the door opened, "Frost? Are you home?" A voice called out. "Pika-chu!" A second voice called.

"I'm in the kitchen Ash!" I call out.

A teenaged boy with a Pikachu on his shoulder walked into the room. "Hey Frost. Um, who are you?" He asked.

"Ash this is Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore this is Ash Ketchum. He's an old friend of mine." Then I say, "the Professor has just offered me a teaching position at his school. A position I have decided to accept." Ash opened his mouth to interrupt but I raise one hand to keep him quite. "I'm not finished. This means I will be retiring from champion, and I have chosen a successor. That person is you, after all, you of all people deserve to get what you've longed for for so long."

His eyes lit up in excitement and he said, "really! It's not just cause were friends is it?"

"It because of two reasons really. The first being, you're strong. The second and more important reason is that you care for your Pokemon more then anyone else I've ever seen. Now run along, I'll tell Lance what's going on." I said with a serious expression, gradually giving way to a grin.

"Okay! Thanks Frost!" he shouted back as he ran out the door.

Then I asked Dumbledore a question I'd been thinking of for a while. "What limits do you have on technology?"

His answer was not good, "for the most part technology and magic don't mix."

"Well there are a few pieces of technology I need for this to work." I replied. "I'm sure we can get them to work." he said.

"Oh I'll also need an assistant." I said.

Dumbledore thought for a moment before nodding, "Just let me meet him first."

"It a her." I corrected.

The Professor and I were outside a house in pallet town. Before we had left I had called Lance and told him what was going on. Now we were standing at the door of my best friends house. Only a few seconds after I had knocked the door flew open. The black haired, red eyed girl standing in the doorway hugged me tightly. "Frost! Why haven't you visited earlier?" She asked.

I hugged her back, "hey Jess. Sorry I haven't visited. I've got something I'd like to ask you."

She pulled away, "so are you finally going to ask me out?"

Even though I knew she was teasing it still made me irritated . . . and confused. "No, and stop teasing me." I snapped. "Jess, this is Professor Dumbledore. Professor this is the person I would like for an assistant, Jess Flameclaw."

"Wait assistant? Are you going to be a teacher?" she asked.

"I have offered Frost a teaching position at my school." Dumbledore said. "So, you want to be my assistant?" I finally asked.

"Of course, how long until we leave?" she questioned.

"Would a week be long enough for you?" The Professor asked us.

"Long enough for me, what about you Frost?" Jess replied.

"Good for me." I replied.

"Alright, then I will return in one weeks time. Good afternoon." And with that he turned on the spot and disappeared.

"Alright Frost, you've got some explaining to do." I gulped and nodded.

So there it is. One of my oldest fanfictions, which I started working on a couple of years ago. Hope you enjoyed it, Frost out.