Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pokemon. And the idea of the creation of this AU is inspired by youtuber Dobbs video 'Pokemon Timeline Explained | Legendary and Mythical Pokemon'.
Date Posted: Feb 5th, 2018
Words: 4,264
Summary: (can't seem to write a good summary for this)
Follow the adventure of Calla Evergreen as she travels the world and tries her hand at anything that comes her way, while continuously running into Ash on the road. Who was Calla Evergreen? Why, the reincarnated Harriet Potter of course. And where there is a Potter, there is bound to be trouble. Fem/Harry AU
Note: This is a is new story, but honestly, I'm up in the air about it, so I'm just posting it and seeing what comes.
This story started sometime near the start of last year as a bit of fun and a laugh after re-watching the first season of Pokémon and remembering just how stupid, foolish and frustrating Ash can be. So, this story started with the full intent of just bashing Ash for a laugh.
I wrote out a draft for the first two chapters and a bit more, before I just left it to sit in my Stories folder and collect dust. Then this year, I began to think about it some more, and wondering how the heck the trainer's fit so much in their bags in the anime?! That led to me making this idea a crossover with Harry Potter and three rewrites later, we have the story to where it is now. Sort of.
I think LunarCatNinja and GiuliaZe must be saints if I didn't annoy the hell out of them with this story. But you know, people have different opinions on things and how they could be better, which is awesome because it can help you write something better, but this one just ran away from me. I stopped trying to think about it or write anything for two weeks, but even when I wasn't near my laptop, I couldn't stop thinking about 'ands', 'ors', and 'what ifs'. It was annoying the hell out of me. So finally, I've decided to just post it as is and see what comes.
Hopefully you'll like it as much as I was originally liking the idea. BTW, this is very much written in an alternative universe.
Update Feb 9th, 2018: I made some small changes and mostly fixed a few mistakes.
Prologue
In the dark expanse of space, there was nothing as far as the eyes could see. It did not matter in which direction one might look, there was nothing but an empty darkness, not even a light or shadow. But then suddenly, there was a sound – the sound of something being ripped apart by a great force – abruptly there was light, a light made up of such a sheer variety of colours that all one was able to perceive was a bright white light spilling from what appeared to be a torn and jagged pair of lips in the expanse of space. At first it would seem as if nothing more would happen, that those lips would forever light up the darkness, but then all too soon an object was spat out from between the lips.
What one would have only barely seen, was a shadow from within the bright lights. The shadow of a giant being leaning through the lips, hand stretched out as it gently released its cargo. The being was known only as Death, and as a thank you to the cargo it had just released for returning its three stolen items of power and righting her ancestors' wrong doings it gave the cargo a gift in return. The cargo was one of the last two descendants of the ones that wronged Death; the other that had continued to wrong Death by trying to cheat Death, it had watched her life closely and saw all her ups and her many more downs and hoped that this would give her a second chance.
The cargo that was the barely breathing and unconscious body of a seemingly slumbering petite young woman known as Harriet Potter. In passing her through death's doors and straight back into the stream of life without rebirth, it wasn't able to heal her of all the wounds she had retrieved in the other world, but it did clean her up as much as it could. Cleaning her once matted long black hair and dressing her in a flowing silver gown with a replica of a certain silver ring on one hand that had a black stone set in it, with a triangle within a circle and a line down the middle on it. All that remained of her past was a handful of lacerations and bruises that marred her pale skin. Now it was up to time, to see what would happen, as the young woman floated in the dark space and never moved, or gave any indication that she was alive, aside from the shallow rise and fall of her chest.
It's not clear if it was meant to occur, but from within the tear in space, strange energies began to flow out from between the lips and battle with the natural energies. What is even less clear, is if it was for dominance or something else. But gradually the separate energies began to bend and bleed together, forming a large white egg. The strength of these energies was so great, that as the egg was forming, a gravitational force began to form around the egg, pulling the only other object within that dark space, into the egg itself. Sealing the slumbering young woman within the egg as it sealed itself shut.
Finally, with a curious smile on its face, Death withdrew, and the rip in the space sealed itself shut, and vanished all together. As though it had never been there to begin with, leaving only the large white egg behind.
For many years it seemed as if nothing else would change, that the white egg would forever remain floating the darkness of space, cocooning the young woman within. Until one day, a crack formed on the egg, so small at first, that you might think it was a trick of the eyes. For a moment, one wouldn't be mistaken in thinking that nothing more would happen, but then in a great blast of light, the egg burst open and the cosmos was created, but in the middle of it all, a strange creature appeared, alongside the young woman.
The creature was huge, far larger than the slumbering young woman – for the most part it was white all over, with patches of grey on sections of its underside and face. It was tall, with four legs, and a somewhat long neck. One might say that its shape was similar to a horse or a llama, with long hair at the back of its head, that was grey on the underside and a similar tail, gold on the tip of its nose and the front of its pointed hooves. It also had jagged bumps along its long neck and coming from the top of its legs, but perhaps the strangest part about it, was the golden object, or was it truly a part of its body, that encircled its stomach, one circle all the way around, with two arms on either side that stretched out and held up two separate halves of a larger circle that never joined. And floating out from out the golden circle was eighteen coffin-shaped plates that glowed with the colours of the rainbow.
The creature was confused, it didn't quite understand why it was there. Where was it? What was it? That was when it saw the odd little being floating not too far from it, the one it knew was its egg mate. The being was so small compared to itself and it didn't seem to move or be aware. Yet it knew the tiny being was alive.
Curiously, it reached down and brushed its nose against the being. That was when it happened, where its nose touched the other being, abruptly there was a bright flash of coloured lights as it unintentionally used a power it would later come to call 'judgment', and suddenly it knew everything about the being before it. It saw all that she had seen, knew all that she knew and heard all her memories, thoughts and dreams. The knowledge overwhelmed it, causing it to feel great sorrow for its egg mate's past life, and all the pain that she had been through. But then, within its own mind, an idea began to form. Could it do it? With all the knowledge and understanding it now had, could it help its egg sister? Here in the space, she and it were the only two beings in existence, born before time, but what if it could change that?
Knowing that its plans would take an immense amount of time and that only her own powers were protecting her in space, it used its powers, encasing its egg sister within a crystal coffin, forever freezing her in time, waiting for the time it could give its sister a second chance at life.
With its sister safely tucked away, it decided that it needed a name and so, using the knowledge it had gained, it created a name for itself – Arceus. A mixture of several languages and meanings from its sister's old world.
Then it began its plans, giving light to the darkness and beginning to create a universe that was inspired by what she had known. But it also didn't copy her world, it wanted to create something new and amazing that she would hopefully love just as much if not more so than her first world. So, it created three beings, gods to rule under himself, to help. Arceus created Dialga, who controlled time, Palkia, who controlled space and Giratina, who controlled antimatter. Although, they would not be the last gods created for this new world Arceus had planned.
Palkia was light purple theropod-like creature, had a long neck, a pointed white crest on the top of its head that extends to its wings, two strong hornlike tusks on the sides of its jaw, and a powerful tail. It had stripes and markings of a darker shade of purple over it's body, with grey on its underarms, and around its waist. It had round purple-striped plates on its shoulder area, where two pink pearls lie encrusted with a grey rim encircling them and fins from their back. Its arms had extended formations resembling gauntlets and a purple band around each wrist.
Dialga was a dark blue sauropod-like create with some grey metallic portions, such as its chestplate, which had a diamond in the centre. It also had various light blue stripes along its body, a fin-like structure on its back and three spines along the back of its neck. It had two long horns on the side of its head, that also extended down the side of its face to form two fang-like horns around its mouth, and three claws on each foot, of the same grey metallic look as its chestplate.
Giratina was a large grey serpentine-like creature with gold half rings circling the back of its neck, with six black ghostly streamers on its back with red spikes at the tips. Its head had a gold crown-like object surrounding it with two large horns pointing to the back. A thick black vertical stripe runs all the way down its body, broken into pieces with red horizontal stripes. It had no legs, but six spikes, and four additional golden spikes appear near the edge of its tail.
Palkia's job was to help expand the universe, giving Dialga room to create new planets so that new life forms could be made, but as a result of Palkia's rapid expansion of the cosmos, an unexpected reaction occurred and what would become the first race of the lessor demigods was born. Known as Cosmog, they rapidly multiplied, as billions of Cosmogs' were scattered throughout the universe. It was a small creature with a gaseous body similar to a nebula, with two wisp-like extensions that served as arms and an ellipse running down its body. Its front and back were black in colour, with yellow eyes and two blue cheeks. It was an innocent creature, with an overly trusting nature. In time the many Cosmogs' would evolve and inhabit the many suns and moons throughout the cosmos.
When Palkia's job was complete, Dialga created the last of the planets, the last being the one Arceus's wanted to be the best and stated that it would be called Earth, home of the Mystic Crystal.
The Mystic Crystal was what Arceus's crystallised sister would become known by to all the creature's that Arceus created, or that were born indirectly because of Arceus, throughout the world. To many she would become a legend, a mythical item from before creation. But a Being that all those who helped in the creation of, could attest to as being real – Arceus's heart, some might even say. The nineteenth coffin that floated in the middle at the top of his back.
Eventually the first humans were born, but having seen its sister's memories, it didn't want to send her into rebirth just yet, so Arceus waited for more time to pass. For a time when it felt she could be truly happy. But then the meteor arrived and threatened the world that it had created for its sister. Acting fast, Arceus summoned all of its power and tackled the massive rock, destroying it. However, in the process Arceus lost its plates that gave it life and began to die, along with the crystal coffin it its sister slept in. Resulting in the crystal coffin being shattered, which, unfortunately that was only the beginning of it all. As the great force of it all caused a chain magical reaction and Arceus's sister was thrown through time and space and never seen again.
Magic is a curious thing. It has a certain level of sentience and doesn't always do what is meant to. But when you add fate and Potter luck? You're just asking for trouble.
Harriet Potter had lived an interesting life, she was born into a magical world that was divided by war. Then when the war was seemingly won, instead of growing up happy, with many joyful memories, she spent ten years in a cupboard being ridiculed and abused, knowing nothing of the world she was born into. That changed when she turned eleven and she finally found her way back to her roots in magic. She thought that just maybe it was over, that this would be when it would all get better.
At first it seemed like it might have truly been getting better, but the little things happened through the year, the broom incident, the troll and finally the end of the year with the stone. Alongside, several small things throughout the year. So, it wasn't perfect, but seemed like it was still okay. But then it happened again and again, each year, becoming worse than the last. Until what should have been her seventh year in the magical world. Instead of being in school, she and her two friends were on the run, and fighting for their lives. Then the final battle happened, that should have been the end of it. She fought, she died, she came back and beat the other sides' leader. That was it right? Wrong.
The leader may have been beaten, but the army certainly wasn't, and they were anything from crazy, power-hungry, to scared for their lives or just plain liked causing pain and fighting. Voldemort was gone, but the army kept on fighting. Giants, werewolves, vampires, spiders the size of cars, and grown dark wizards and witches. It didn't matter if the leader was gone, they still fought and the 'winning side' was losing numbers and power against all those different sides. Eventually they were all caught, killed or ran away. But in the end, it still didn't matter, none of it did, because the 'winning side' forgot one key thing – the other side held more power in the government.
When the fighting had finally stopped, and the wounded were treated, and Harriet was finally resting, they came. They came with a warrant for her arrest and no one could stop them in time, most were either too tired or wounded to help. They dragged her away, slapped her with some superficial crimes and chucked her through the veil of death with whatever she had on her, claiming that she was trying to take over the government. She never said a word, too tired and weak from battle wounds to fight any longer. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of the freezing cold darkness claiming her.
Only to wake up in a new world, reborn as a little girl named Calla Evergreen.
Calla Evergreen has long brown hair and bright blue eyes, and is the only child of Sofia Evergreen, a young single mother. As an only child herself, after the passing of her parents in a fire and finding herself pregnant at eighteen, Sofia struggled to get by, so she packed up anything of value and sold the big family home in Celadon City and moved to Pallet Town. In Pallet Town, she found that she wasn't the only young mother, as she met a married, but very alone, Delia Ketchum, and quickly became friends over the fact that they were both young single mothers-to-be. This would cause Calla to have many play dates with Delia's son Ash, later on.
Even though Pallet Town was called a town, the size its population meant that it was really only a village. Even so, Pallet Town was still quite big for a small country town, but small enough that everyone knew almost everyone else in town, and so it should come as no surprise, that everyone in town knew of sickly little Calla.
When Calla was born, she was born with a weak immune system and was almost always stuck in bed and needing Sofia's care. This meant that Sofia wasn't able get a job, causing Sofia and Calla to struggle to get by day-to-day. This also meant that most foods they ate were things grown in the garden, and most clothes they wore were either second hand or were handmade by Sofia.
Calla was sometimes so sick, that it was believed she might die before she reached the age of ten. That all abruptly changed when Calla was four-years-old. She had been so sick, that every day was treated as the last, but then one day, she was just suddenly better. The town called it a miracle, said it was the will of the gods, and that little Calla just didn't want to give up. Whatever it was, Sofia just cried with joy, that her little girl was better. After that Calla never seemed to get ill again.
What no one in town knew, was that on the night that young four-year-old Calla suddenly got better, there was magic at work. That night, young Calla truly did die, but as instantly as she had died, she was healed by the magical core inside her body that had, until now, slept for the last four years. But for every action, there must be a reaction, and when the core in young Calla woke up, it also awoke something else – Calla's memories of her past life as Harriet Potter. Not that she understood what they were at the time. She just thought they were odd dreams, that were sometimes sad, sometimes happy and sometimes scary, but always magical.
The next day, a young Calla woke up from a strange dream about a girl called Harriet Potter, who found out she was a witch when she was eleven. She felt as though there was something important about it, but she didn't understand why. She just knew that she had always been very sick and now she suddenly felt better. She was so excited that she ran down stairs to her mother and hugged her with joy.
"Mummy, I don't hurt anymore!" she cheered.
Sofia was so shocked by the sudden hug from a seemingly healthy Calla, that she dropped the spatula she was using to make breakfast.
"Calla?" Sofia asked in shock. "Wha- What are you doing out of bed?"
Calla giggled, "Silly Mummy, I told you. I don't feel sick anymore!" She explained once more.
Sofia got down on her knees and hesitantly reached out to Calla, before resting her hands on either side of Calla's face, as she stared at her, searching for any sign that she was still ill. But she couldn't find any sign that her little girl had ever been so ill. In shock, she called the town doctor and asked for him to come check her, but he could find no sign that Calla had been sick.
That day, Sofia spent the whole day watching over Calla as she played, but nothing changed. But while she played, Calla thought, she was very bright for her age, and she saw how her Mummy and the doctor reacted, and she knew that she was very lucky and that something magical had happened last night. So, she made a promise to herself, that she would use the chance she was given and learn everything she could, take every chance she had, and always give it her best.
The next day, began Calla's new lease on life, as she convinced her Mummy to let her go to the Pallet Town preschool. She had always wanted to go, because it sounded so fun to get to play with other children and make pretty artwork for Mummy, but because she was often so sick, she had never been able to go. Pallet Town's population was so small, that the preschool and primary school were all in one shared location, with the preschool only being separated by a fence around their playground area. There were only a few handful of children Calla's age, but Calla only really knew one, a boy with black hair and brown eyes, whose name was Ash Ketchum, he was the son of Sofia's good friend Delia. But Calla soon learnt that Ash could be frustrating to be around, as he loved to cause trouble and hardly ever payed attention is class. But because of their mothers, they had a tentative friendship, that was not helped by the fact that they were both bullied for one reason or another, mostly because of their lack of father figures. And even though she started school late, Calla kept to her promise and worked hard, slowly proving how bright she can be, as she slowly rose to be the top of the class, while Ash hardly ever payed attention and remained at the bottom.
That was perhaps the biggest difference between Sofia and Delia when it came to being young mothers. Delia took on more of a sisterly role to Ash, while Sofia took on a more motherly role with Calla. That's not to say that Delia wasn't a good mother, she was. She was very strict about Ash being polite and always being clean and told him off when he caused to much trouble, but she never forced Ash to focus on his studies.
With Calla at school, Sofia was able to get a part-time job at the only restaurant in town, that was owned and run by Delia's family for three generations. Then, when preschool finished, Sofia would pick up and watch Calla and Ash. This made the other children and adults assume that they were best friends, but again they were only half right.
Being one of the only girls close to her age in the town, Calla spent most of her time doing her own thing when she wasn't playing with Ash. So, when she began to read everything she could on Pokémon and the world, Delia, who had once been Professor Samuel Oak's assistant when she was younger, offered to introduce Calla to him, so that she could borrow some books from him, because she knew that Sofia didn't have the money to buy her many and the town didn't have a library. And if she spent a lot of time with Delia and her Mum learning to cook and look after herself, neither of them thought there was anything wrong with a little girl wanting to play house.
It was through Professor Oak that that Calla met Gary and Daisy, his grandchildren. Gary was the same age as Ash and her, with mahogany hair and dark viridian green eyes, while Daisy was five years older, with long mahogany hair like her brother and her Grandfather's blue eyes.
The reason she didn't really know Gary before then, was because Gary had asked his grandfather to allow him to go to a better school than Pallet Town's and travelled two hours to and from school, to go to a more expensive school in the next town over. But honestly, Calla wasn't complaining, Gary was an egotistical brat, that thought he deserved the world handed to him on a silver platter, just because a hundred years ago, his ancestor, Finnian Oak, was considered to be an extraordinary Pokémon trainer because he was ranked 921 in the TOP 10 thousand trainers. It was the highest position ever achieved by a resident of the Pallet Town, and because of it, Finnian Oak was honoured as a hero by the town and the Oak family was held in high regard. Yet, while Gary was a brat, his sister Daisy, was one of the kindest people in the town and Calla got along really well with her.
Slowly time past, and Calla continued to learn and spent most of her time with her Mother, Daisy or Professor Oak. Ash was really her only friend her age, but she could only handle his antics in small doses. Not to mention his sheer laziness and lack of knowledge could be frustrating at times. Gary was often around too, but she just couldn't stand how he was always trying to bait Ash and her, and of course, Ash always responded. Sometimes she would too, but for the most part, she tried to ignore Gary.
It was her sixth birthday, June 1st, that something amazing happened. She and Ash were climbing separate trees and hiding from Gary, when she slipped and fell. But instead of falling and hurting herself, she floated to the ground. Thankfully, no one else was around to see it, or she was afraid of how they might have reacted, hopefully they would think it was a pokémon helping her though. That was when she first began to question the odd dreams she always had.
After that, she often spent time in the woods, trying to make other things happen, like making a stone float or a flower bloom, but it didn't always work and in the beginning, it took so long to get another reaction like the first, that she was beginning to think that maybe it really was a pokémon that saved her. But then, in her anger, she made the stone she was glaring at fly into a nearby tree.
She was so shocked that it really worked, but also really excited. Did that mean she had magic? Was she a witch like the girl in her dreams? What else could she do? After that, training in secret with her magic, became a part of her daily routine, as she used her dreams to guide her. Slowly gaining more control as the years went by.
Soon she would be ten, and next April, on the first, she would be able to begin her Pokémon Journey.
Note: I know that Arceus is said to have 16 plates, but isn't each one of them meant to represent one of the elements pokémon can use? But isn't there now 17 of those? Nor counting normal. That's why I made it 17.