Harry Potter and The Tauros' Horn
AN – This is the first chapter of my first story. I will endeavour to continue this and make it into a series of Harry Potter/Pokémon crossovers based on the books by J.K. Rowling and the ingenious game from Game Freak. Please read and review but note that updates will be sporadic at best.
Disclaimer: I don't down Harry Potter or Pokémon. These belong to J.K. Rowling and Game Freak respectively.
Chapter 1 – Meet Harry
The Dursleys, who lived at Number 4 Privet Drive, were an ordinary family like every other family in Britain. They took excessive care that they appeared ordinary and fitted in.
Mr Vernon Dursley was a minor businessman who was twice as wide as he was tall. He owned a fairly successful minor company that made drills. His wife, Mrs Petunia Dursley, was his exact opposite. As skinny as a rake was she, with a compulsive need to gossip, but for the most part she did not leave the house. The reason for this was her obtuse, grossly overweight baby whale of a son – Dudley.
There was no sign that another child lived there, but he did. Harry Potter was his name and, although he did not know it, he alone of that whole normal family was worth something and was destined for a more unusual life. You see, Harry's parents had been Lily and James Potter and that alone made him completely different to the Dursleys.
James Potter's great-great-great-grandfather was Garry Oak (who was, of course, the grandson of THE Professor Oak). He was also rumoured to have had a great-great-grandmother who was a daughter of the line of Merlin but this could not be confirmed. This made Harry, like James before him, a Pokéwizard. Lily Potter, who was Lily Evans, had been as unremarkable as Petunia until her 11th birthday when she too discovered that she was a Pokéwizard. This meant that Harry was a very special young lad – but he did not feel that way.
The 10 year old child was forced by his guardians, Petunia and Vernon, to work for them and respond to their every whim from the age he could walk. He often wondered what had become of his parents (but couldn't ask the Dursley's as the first rule that he had learned was that there were to be NO questions). He was pretty sure that they were dead – he had a particularly vivid recurring nightmare in which he was a lady with red hair being hit by a flash of green light and falling out of view. It always ended the same way – with a blinding flash of green light that made him wake up in a cold sweat. But he could remember not more of his parents than this.
The particular day upon which we are introduced to Harry was the 30th of July – the day before his 11th birthday – and what a day that would prove to be.
A.N. – let me know what you think – I should have a second chapter up shortly.
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