I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to the lovely J.K Rowling. I don't own Pokemon, for it is own by Game Freak, and created by Mr. Satoshi Tajiri.

This has been in my head for weeks. This is fanfiction, so that means it isn't cannon. Things happen, that the authors realize too late shouldn't be put down.

CHAPTER ONE

"Mr. Mime!" The Pokemon exclaimed in panic at the front door. Delia Ketchum came rushing from where she and Professor Samuel Oak had been speaking in the living room. The man wasn't far behind her. They arrived to the shocking scene that had the Pokemon worried.

A small boy, maybe seven years old, was unconscious on the porch. He had pale skin, and very dark, nearly as dark as midnight hair. On his forehead was an angry red scar in the shape of a child's drawing of lightning. Aside from his lips looking blue, the child seemed to be perfectly healthy. Delia easily picked the child up, and took him to her son, Ash's room. Said eight year old was out playing with Professor Oak's grandson, so she didn't have to worry about him.

"Delia, get him warm. He looks like he was hit by a Blizzard Attack."

The child slept for a day. Ash arrived home, and instantly asked if the boy was his new brother. Delia had explained that; no, the boy wasn't his brother, and that he was ill. He would probably go home once he was better. Ash, in the most confident voice, proclaimed he would be staying, and Delia sighed, giving in.

"Aunt Petunia?" Green eyes were open when Delia entered the room. Though squinted, the woman couldn't help but coo at the color.

"I'm not your aunt, sweetie. Do you know where you live so we can get you home?" Tears filled those beautiful eyes, and the woman's heart broke.

"They did it. They really did it."

"What did who do, sweetie?"

"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Ve'non. They got rid of me." The woman gasped, pulling the boy into a hug. After tensing for a few moments, the child relaxed. The woman started to hum a lullaby as Ash entered the room cautiously, as he had been listening at the door. She lifted one arm, and the burrowed next to the boy, pulling the smaller child into a hug.

"Then they didn't know what they were missing. I've just met you, and I already like you. I'm Ash."

"I don't have a name. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Ve'non say freaks don't deserve friends."

"Well, I know for a fact you aren't a freak. You are an adorable little boy. Now, lets come up with a name for you!"

"Sage! He should be called Sage!" Ash said after a minute of what appeared to be deep thinking. The newly dubbed Sage blinked in surprise.

"And why is that?" The woman asked, a little startled.

"Because he seems smart!" Sage blushed brightly. "You like it, right?" The dark haired boy nodded slowly.

"Sage it is then. Now, are you hungry? Ash, look in your closet for some old clothing. He needs something to wear until we go shopping."

"Yes, mama!" Ash grinned, looking at Sage. "You're my new brother, Sage! How old are you?"

"Six." The boy murmured, blushing again.

"Wow! We're only two years apart!"

Sage was now officially a part of the Ketchum family. It'd been two years since he arrived, and he was happy. The last two years had seemed like a dream. After learning he had never been outside of his guardian's home, Ash had insisted on him following Gary and himself.

Now he had his own friends. A nice girl named Holly, and a boy named Miki. They explored the forests near Pallet Town, even though their parents told them not to. They helped out at Professor Oak's lab, and played in the park with passing trainers' Pokemon.

Currently, Holly was sick, and Miki was with his parents visiting Vermilion City. So Sage was on his own for the day, since Ash had, once again, slept in. Despite it being the last day that he would be home before he left.

A rustling had the preteen freezing in fear. Turning around, he watched a Pokemon stumble out of the bushes, and fall to the ground. A noise had the boy looking pass the fallen creature to see Beedrill heading their way. He darted forward to pluck the fainted Pokemon up, and raced towards the Professor's Lab, which was the closest, safest, place.

A trainer, who had been dropping off his Pokemon, used Charmeleon's Flamethrower to protect Sage. The boy raced passed, nodding his thanks. Professor Oak took the Pokemon, and started the healing process. Sage watched anxiously for the Pokemon to be brought out.

"Eevee." The Pokemon cooed at Sage when Professor Oak walked out. He was pushing a small tray cart, with the Pokemon on it. "Vee!" The Pokemon tackled Sage, rubbing cheeks with him.

"A Pokemon friendship born from need, is a friendship indeed." Professor Oak smiled. "Why don't you stay with Sage for a little while, until you're up to full strength?" The Pokemon agreed. "You've made a very rare friend, Sage. A shiny Eevee."

"Well Sage, this is the big day." Professor Oak greeted as the boy entered the lab with Sterling the Eevee. "What Pokemon will you be taking?"

"Sterling." The ten year old said like it was obvious. The Professor laughed lightly, handing over six empty Pokeballs. One of which was used on Sterling. Next he was handed a map and Pokedex.

"Do your best out there, Sage."

"I will, Professor! I'll make sure to call every chance I can too."

"You best stop by home before you go."

"I know!" Two hours later, and he was on the road. "It took Ash a day to reach Viridian City. I don't think we can manage that, but two days, maybe."

"Vee!" The Evolution Pokemon agreed.

"You know, Ash is traveling with a girl who participates in Contests. I wonder in Kanto has contests." The boy wondered, looking around. "I mean, they started in Hoenn, but have been growing in popularity. Do you think you'd like to take part in them? I know I would. I don't like the brutality of Gym Battles."

With that, the boy's mind was made up.