Harry Potter was a normal ten-year-old boy from Viridian City. He lived with his mother, Lily, in a small cottage that was located in the bug infested forest. Ever since he could talk he wanted to be a Pokemon trainer, just like his father James.

James Potter was out traveling the world with his Pokemon, Flareon. He wrote to Harry once a week sending him pictures about the Pokemon he had captured and the towns that he had visited. He had been all over the world and Harry was jealous of him.

Harry was eager to go out into the world and follow in his father's footsteps and become a Pokemon Master.

Tomorrow he would be heading out to Pallet Town to choose his first Pokemon to become his partner. He could choose between Bulbasaur, a grass type Pokemon; Squirtle, a water type Pokemon; or Charmander; a fire type Pokemon.

Harry didn't know which Pokemon he wanted. They were all good Pokemon for beginners. Harry wondered which Pokemon his father had chosen to start with. He decided to go to his mother for advice.

He found her in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and watching the evening news. She had taken to watching the television as she ate hoping to catch a glimpse of James' progress on the news.

Harry stepped into the kitchen and waited until his mother looked up. She did and he found himself staring into his mother's emerald green eyes. The same eyes that he had inherited. She had long, red hair whereas Harry's hair was jet black and stuck up in different places.

"Hello, Harry," she said in her sweet voice. "Shouldn't you be in bed? Tomorrow is your day to Pallet Town to get your first Pokemon."

"I know, Mom," said Harry moving into the kitchen and sitting in a chair opposite. "But I can't sleep. I'm still thinking about which Pokemon I should choose."

Lily took a sip of her tea and surveyed her son. He reminded her of James. She remembered how James was worried about which Pokemon he should choose as his starter. He had chosen a Charmander and she had chosen a Squirtle. Together they had traveled the world. She cheered him on as he won gym battle after gym battle.

As she traveled, she realized her feelings for James and they fell in love with each other. They finally settled in the cottage in the Viridian Forest where they had Harry. James wanted to continue on his journey while Lily stayed behind and raised their son, who grew into the young man that was before her today.

"You shouldn't worry so much, Harry," she told her son. "Just choose the Pokemon that best suits you."

"Hmm." said Harry thoughtfully. "Let's see. If I choose a Charmander I'll have cooking fire and light. If I choose a Squirtle I'll have plenty of water. Bulbasaur is easy to raise." he groaned in frustration. "I don't know which to get."

"You'll know when the time comes. I'm sure by the time you reach Pallet Town you will know exactly which Pokemon you want."

"You sound so sure of yourself," Harry muttered lowering his head.

Lily reached out a hand and lifted Harry's chin so that she could see the eyes that she had given her son.

"I know I'm sure," she said staring into her son's eyes. "You just need to believe in yourself more. If you trust your heart, you'll make the right decision."

She let go of Harry's chin and Harry considered her words. She was right. His heart had always led him to the right decisions. He should believe in it more.

Harry stood up.

"Thanks, Mom," he said. "You always know the right thing to say."

"Of course," Lily replied. "I am your mother. It's late. Get to bed."

Harry turned to go. He then remembered something and turned around to address his mother once again.

"What Pokemon did Dad choose?"

"Your father chose a Charmander and I chose a Squirtle."

"Maybe a Charmander is the best way to go," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Harry, you're not your father. What he chose may not be the best for you. You're your own person. You should make decisions for yourself."

"Yes, Mom," said Harry. He turned to go. "Good night," he said before he left the room.

Harry woke up early the next morning. Pallet Town was about two days away, but since he was going by bike it would take Harry a few hours. He would go pick up his first Pokemon and begin his Pokemon journey.

By the time Harry got dressed and entered the kitchen, Lily already had breakfast on the table. Harry went to go join his mother, who was drinking a hot cup of coffee.

"Good morning, honey," she greeted. "Did you get a good night sleep?"

"Yeah," said Harry helping himself to a piece of toast. "I went to sleep as soon as I got under the covers."

"That's nice. Did you get everything pack? You leave first thing after breakfast."

"Yes, Mom. I packed everything. I even remembered your advice on not packing too heavy."

Lily nodded her approval and Harry started on his breakfast. He listened to the weatherman on the television giving this weeks weather report.

"Looks like were in for storms later on today, but this morning is a great time for starting Pokemon trainers to leave out."

"If it's going to rain you better get an early start," said Lily as she picked up Harry's empty plate.

Harry returned to his room and grabbed his backpack. It was a black bag that was filled with clothes, first aid, water, food, and other supplies for survival. Harry went into the front pocket and extracted a postcard allowing him to get his starting Pokemon. On the back was directions on how to reach Pallet Town.

Harry moved the postcard his hoody pocket and placed his backpack onto his back. He left the room and saw that the front door was opened. His mother had gone outside.

Harry went out into the perfect weather. The sun was shiny and there was a light breeze. Lily was standing on the porch, Harry's bike sitting in front of the house.

"Are you ready?" asked Lily. "Do you have the postcard Professor Oak sent to you?"

Harry pulled the postcard out of his pocket and showed it to his mother. She nodded. Harry went over to his bike and swung a leg around it. He was ready to get started. He began to pedal away from the cottage. He turned around to say good bye to his mother.

"See you, Mom," he yelled waving at his mother.

"Be careful, honey," Lily called back, waving. "Don't forget to come back and show me your starting Pokemon."

"I won't!"

Harry rode his bike down the road towards Pallet Town. He wasn't sure which Pokemon he wanted, but he decide that he'd listen to his mother. He'd listen to his heart and choose his Pokemon that way.

Harry was right on schedule and as long as he wasn't interrupted, he'd make it to Pallet Town just in time. When he entered the town, it was another story. There was a long line standing in front of the Pokemon lab and he knew that he wasn't the only one coming to get a Pokemon. There must be a dozen other people starting out on their journey.

Harry stood behind a tall kid that had spiky brown hair. He was surrounded by a group of girls that looked to be cheering him on.

Harry climbed off his bike and approached the kid.

"Is this the end of the line?" he asked.

The kid turned around and stared at him.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Please don't tell me that you're going to be a trainer."

"Well, yeah," said Harry.

"You might as well go back to where ever you came from," he said with a cocky attitude. "You won't be needed to go on this journey. Pokemon are not for wannabe trainers."

"Wannabe trainers?" repeated Harry his temper growing. "I know I'm starting out, but that doesn't make me a wannabe."

"Tell me," the kid said. "Who do you plan on having as your partner?"

"I-I'm not sure," admitted Harry. The boy started laughing. "What's so funny?" Harry demanded.

"You don't even know which Pokemon you want?" he said. "How pathetic. I knew who my partner was going to be the minute I started talking."

"Who'd you choose?" asked Harry, impressed by the kid's immediate decision..

"I, Gary Oak, will choose Squirtle as my first Pokemon!"

Squirtle wasn't a bad Pokemon, but wasn't one of the Pokemon that Harry wanted to train.

"If it works for you," said Harry. "I'm going to take my mom's advice and follow my heart. I'm sure I'll make the right choice."

"That confident, are you?" said Gary. "Well all real trainers knows that it's better to listen to your brain rather than your heart. You're mom must be stupid,"

This pressed Harry's button. It was one thing for Gary to insult him, but another for him to insult his mother. Harry was about to retort when he heard a voice issue from out of the lab.

"Gary Oak," it called.

"Guess it's time for me to get my Squirtle," he said. "See you, loser."

Harry watched as Gary went into the lab. Now was not the time for Harry to worry about this kid. He could be called into the lab any minute. It was time for him to make his decision. He would not choose a Squirtle. He didn't want to train the same Pokemon as that Gary.

"Harry Potter," called the voice.

Harry made his way into the lab. It was full of computers and other equipment. Many people was inside the lab researching different types of Pokemon. Harry looked ahead of him and saw an old Professor ahead of him. He was standing beside a table that held two Pokeballs. The other was being examined by Gary. Harry's blood started to boil at the sight of him.

"This one is fine, Grandpa," said Gary examining his new Pokemon.

"A very fine choice indeed, Gary," said Professor Oak. "A Squirtle will be the perfect partner for you." He held out a red electronic device and several other Pokeballs. "Here is your Pokedex and Pokeballs. Work hard and one day you will become a skilled trainer."

Gary took the device and Pokeballs. "Thanks," he said. "I'm off to make history."

He gave Harry one last look before leaving the lab. Harry walked forward and Professor Oak looked up.

"Harry Potter," he said. "You look just like your father. Except your eyes. You have your mother's eyes."

"You know my parents?" asked Harry shaking the old Professor's hand.

"Yes," said Oak. "It was I who gave them their first Pokemon. Now enough of that. It's time to choose your…oh, dear," he suddenly looked worried. "It seems that I'm out of Pokemon."

"Really?" said Harry sounding disappointed.

"Yes. It seems that Gary took my last one."

Harry's heart sank. It looked as if he wouldn't be going on his journey after all. He would be returning to his cottage disappointed. He looked forward to obtaining a Pokemon, but that kid, Gary, had beat him to the last one.

"This is a bit unfortunate," said Oak. "But I do seem to have two Pokeballs left."

"You do?" asked Harry, "Can I please take a look at them? I've got to get a Pokemon."

Oak walked over to a different table and grabbed two Pokeballs. He released them from the balls and two Pokemon came out. One was a yellow mouse known as a Pikachu and the other was a brown fox known as an Eevee.

"Which one do you want?" he asked.

Now was the time for decisions. Harry closed his eyes as he focused on his heart. It would be the one to tell him which Pokemon to take.

Oak waited patiently for Harry to make his decision, which took a full ten minutes. Harry opened his eyes and he stared at Eevee.

"I'm going to choose Eevee as my partner," he said with confidence.

"Vwee," said Eevee happily.

"Good choice," said Oak. "Eevee is very pleased with your decision and will be happy as your Pokemon." he picked up another device and more Pokeballs and handed them to Harry. "Take these. You're going to need them.:

"Thanks," said Harry accepting the Pokedex and balls. He held out one of the Pokeballs to Eevee. "Eevee, return."

A red light issued from the Pokeball as the fox was sucked inside. Harry shrunk the ball and placed the it around his waist.

"I wish you luck on your journey," said Oak. "If you are lucky, you might catch up with your father."

"Thanks, Professor," said Harry. He then turned and left the lab. He ran dead smack into a boy with spiky hair. He looked as if he had just woke up and he was wearing his pajamas.

"Oh, sorry," said the boy. "I was in a hurry. I'm late getting my first Pokemon."

"That's okay," said Harry. "I should have been looking where I was walking. I just left from getting my first Pokemon."

"Really?" said the boy, looking impressed. "Which one did you get?"

"Well," said Harry. "I chose an Eevee. There were only two left. An Eevee and a Pikachu."

"Only two left!?" exclaimed the boy. "That means...I gotta go!" he said running inside of the lab.

Harry climbed onto his bike and started peddling back towards Viridian City where he will show his new Eevee to his mother. He decided to catch dozens of Pokemon before he returned home. He was riding down the road when he notice plenty of Pokemon. Pidgey and Spearow pecking the ground searching for food and Oddish and Rattata playing with each other.

Harry stopped his bike staring at all the Pokemon, figuring out which one he wanted to catch. He decided that the best way to go was to capture a Pidgey; they were perfect and easy to capture for beginner Pokemon trainers. He grabbed Eevee's ball from his waist knowing that he would have to battle the bird before he can capture it.

"This should be easy," said Harry. "Go, Eevee!" he said throwing the Pokeball and releasing a brown fox. "Okay, Eevee. We gotta catch that Pidgey."

"Vwee," said Eevee running towards the Pidgey.

It looked as if Eevee was going to tackle the Pidgey, but in the last second the Pidgey flew into the air. It turned towards Eevee and began to flap it's wings creating a large gust of wind.

"Eevee," cried the Pokemon as it was blasted off it's feet and thrown heavily onto the ground.

"Watch out," cried Harry as Pidgey flew in for a second attack. "I think it's about to use tackle."

Eevee quickly jumped to its feet and managed to dodge, but Pidgey made a U-turn and attacked Eevee from behind. Eevee fell to the ground for a second time.

"Let's try a swift attack," said Harry.

Eevee jumped to its feet and opened its mouth. Stars flew swiftly from the fox's mouth and hit Pidgey in its' face.

"Pidgey," cried the bird Pokemon as it fell to the ground.

Harry climbed off his bike and stood beside his Eevee. He pulled a Pokeball from his waist. "Pokeball, go!" he said as he threw the round object.

It made contact with the Pidgey and it went inside of the Pokeball. The ball landed on the ground and began to wobble around, the tip of the ball glowing red. Harry stared as the ball continued to wobble hoping that he had succeeded in catching his first Pokemon. The ball stopped moving and the tip returned white.

Harry walked over to the Pokeball, picked it up, and gave it a shake. Nothing happened.

"I've caught…a Pidgey!" exclaimed Harry holding up the large Pokeball.

"Vwee," said Eevee happily.

Harry shrunk the Pokeball and attached it to his waist along with the others. Then he grabbed Eevee's Pokeball and enlarged it. "You did a great job, Eevee," he told his Pokemon. "You deserve a long rest."

He held the tip of the Pokeball towards his Eevee and it emitted a red glow. The Eevee went inside of the Pokeball and Harry shrunk it and placed it around his waist.

Harry returned to his bike and was just swinging his leg over the seat when he heard someone scream. He turned around and saw a boy and a Pikachu running from a large flock of Spearow.

Harry immediately recognized the boy as the one he had ran into in Pallet Town. The boy must have chosen the Pikachu because that was the last Pokemon there.

"Get out of the way," the boy cried. "There coming!"

Harry climbed onto the bike and moved up a few inches. "Climb on," he told the boy.

Harry felt as the boy climbed onto the bike, Pikachu between them, he placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and Harry began to pedal away from the birds.

"Why isn't Pikachu in its' Pokeball?" asked Harry.

"I don't think Pikachu likes going in the Pokeball," said the boy. "Thanks for your help. I'm Ash by the way."

"I'm Harry," said Harry.

Harry continued to pedal as fast as he could, but the Spearow was still following behind him. He pushed down on the brakes suddenly, stopping the bike at the edge of a cliff. Down below was a large river of water. Would he dare take the plunge?

"What are we going to do?" asked Ash.

Harry looked behind him and saw that the Spearow were closing in. He didn't have a choice. He took a few steps back and pedaled forward straight off of the cliff. They screamed as the bike was suspended in mid-air. The bike slowly began to spiral and plunge towards the water.

Ash's grip on Harry's shoulders became tighter and Pikachu held onto Harry's waist.

"Hold your breath," shouted Harry as they came closer to the water.

He took a deep breath and gripped the handle bars. A second later they hit the water, sinking straight down towards the bottom.

Harry let go of the handle bars and allowed the bike to sink to the depths of the lake. He looked around and saw Ash struggling with something that was caught on his jacket. One arm around an unconscious Pikachu and the other caught on what looked like a fishing hook.

Harry swam over to help. They needed to get to the surface before they drowned. Harry wasn't exactly the best swimmer in the world.

Harry worked with the hook to the best of his abilities, but seem to not want to let go of Ash. Harry choked. He needed oxygen in his lungs now. He looked down at the fishing hook. If someone was fishing, they would pull up anything that tugged at their line.

Harry raised a shaking hand and pulled at the line several times, pretending that he was a fish.

The line began to move and Ash, Harry, and Pikachu began to move with it. The fisherman was very strong to move three people that was heavier that a fish.

Harry didn't fight back. He allowed himself to be captured. Once the person saw that they wasn't a fish they would leave them be and continue to fish.

It was taking too long. They were so far from the surface. They weren't going to make it in time.

Harry closed his eyes getting release his last breath when the hook gave a huge jerk and he came flying out of the water and crashing hard on the ground. He coughed, allowing the fresh oxygen to enter his lungs.

He heard a female groan. "It's just two kids," she said. "And a Pokemon." he heard her move away. "Are you okay?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He saw a girl that looked a bit older than him. She was wearing blue jean shorts and a yellow tank top. She had her red hair in a sideways ponytail.

She was leaning over Ash.

"Yeah," said Ash. "I think so."

"Not you," she snapped. "Look what you did to this poor Pokemon. Don't just sit there," she added when Ash made no effort to move. "You got to get it to the Pokemon Center."

"You mean a doctor?" asked Ash.

"Yes," said the girl straightening up. "For Pokemon."

"Of course," said Harry standing up. "There's a Pokemon Center in Viridian City."

Ash stood up as well holding Pikachu close to his chest. "Which way do I go?"

"That way," said the girl pointing to the north.

A sudden sound made the three of them look towards the lake. The Spearow were all heading towards them. Anger evident in their faces.

"There back," shouted Ash.

Ash walked over to a bike that was leaning on a nearby tree. He placed Pikachu in the basket and climbed onto the bike.

"What are you doing?" asked the red haired girl.

"I'm borrowing this," Ash answered. He then turned to Harry. "Climb on."

Harry climbed on the back of the bike and placed his hands on Ash's shoulders. Ash began to pedal the bike just as the Spearow crossed the lake.

"Come back here," yelled the girl as Ash pedaled down the road away from her. "That's my bike!"

Ash pretended not to hear her. He continued to pedal as fast as he could, but the Spearow was gaining on them.

Lightening flashed in the sky and rain began to harshly fall as if out of nowhere. The Spearow now directly behind them. One of the Spearow caught up with them and pecked Harry in the head. Harry squeezed Ash's shoulders causing Ash to lose his grip on the bike. The bike lost balance and Ash had to gain control of it again.

The other Spearow quickly caught up and began to peck every inch of Harry and Ash. They began to swat at the birds trying to get rid of them. Unfortunately, Ash, once again, lost control of the bike. He couldn't gain control of the bike this time so the bike fell over making Harry, Ash, and Pikachu fall harshly to the ground. Pikachu lay a few feet from them. Lightening filled the sky again.

"Pikachu…" said Ash crawling over to the injured Pokemon. He placed his hand on top of the small rat. "No…this can't happened."

The Spearow squawked. Harry turned around and saw that they were circling the sky feet from them. He looked back at Ash just in time to see him place a Pokeball on the ground in front of Pikachu.

"Pikachu…go in the ball," said Ash. Pikachu merely looked at it. "If you go in I'll be able to save you."

Ash was willing to give his life to save his Pokemon. Maybe now was the time to save his friends with his Pokemon.

Harry struggled to his feet and pulled out Eevee's Pokeball. "Help me out, Eevee!" said Harry throwing the Pokeball and releasing Eevee, who stood in the rain, ready to fight.

"Eevee," said Harry getting in his own fighting stance. "We're not about to let a bunch of Spearow ruin our Pokemon adventure."

"Vwee," said Eevee in a tough voice.

"We might not win, but let's take out as many as we can," said Harry balling his hands into a fist. Lightening flashed and thunder clashed. "Attack!"

"Vwee," said Eevee rushing into battle, Harry rushing behind it.

The Spearow all rushed forward pecking whenever they had the chance. Harry's focus was on one Spearow at a time. He was punching them left and right, but his attacks were in vain. They just continued to attack, one right after another.

Harry was out of energy. He punched one last Spearow before stepping back. He was shaking, not from the cold, but from all the injuries he sustained during his fight. He looked around and saw that Eevee looked battered. There were four Spearow flying towards it.

Harry took a shaky hand and pulled out Eevee's Pokeball. "E-Eevee," he said. "Return."

A red light issued from the tip of the ball and touched Eevee allowing it to return into the safety of the ball.

Before Harry could put the ball up, everything went blurry and then black.

Ash turned around and saw Harry laying on the ground. He had tried so hard to defend them. That was a true friend. He turned around and looked at Pikachu.

"Pikachu," he said standing up. "Get inside the ball." he turned his back on the Pokemon and ran until he was standing directly in front of Harry. He outstretched his arms trying to protect Pikachu and Harry, who were both, laying injured, behind him. "Spearow. Do you know who I am? I'm Ash Ketchem from Pallet Town. I'm destined to be the world's best Pokemon master. And I'm not about to let a bunch of overgrown Spearow ruin this adventure for me." Ash turned around to address Pikachu. "Pikachu, get in the ball, it's the only way." he turned his attention back to the Spearow. "If I'm going to be a Pokemon master…that means I have to get read of you…" he paused. "Come and get me!"

It was like in slow motion, the Spearow came charging at Ash, who anticipated the attack.

Ash closed his eyes not wanting to watch the Spearow. He suddenly felt something on his shoulder. He opened his eyes just in time to see Pikachu jump pass him. He tried to stop it, but it was too late.

"Pika-chu!" said Pikachu as it unleashed a powerful thunderbolt attack that knocked Ash to the ground and unconscious.

Harry opened his eyes and saw that it he was still lying on the wet ground. It was too quiet. He looked around and saw that it had stopped raining. He looked up into the sky and saw that the Spearow were no longer around. Someone had saved them.

"Pikachu," came Ash's voice. It sounded weak. "We made it."

Harry turned around and saw them laying on the ground. Harry stood up and limped over to them. He helped Ash up. "We should get to the Pokemon Center."

Ash nodded and picked up Pikachu. They began to make their way up the road. They were on their way to Viridian City. As they walked, a sound filled the air.

For a second, Harry thought it was another Spearow. He turned around and saw a flying Pokemon flying in the sky under a rainbow. It was too large to be a Spearow.

"What is that?" asked Harry.

Ash turned around and looked up in the sky. "I've never seen a Pokemon like that." he said reaching in his pocket and grabbing his Pokedex. He pointed it at the unknown Pokemon.

"Some Pokemon are rare and unknown," said the Pokedex.

"Wow," said Harry watching as the bird slowly vanished from view. He then turned back to Ash. "Let's go."

This was an interesting way to start off a Pokemon journey. Harry had already caught two Pokemon and made a friend, which is what Pokemon journeying was all about.