Harry has always been told that he's nothing but a burden to the Dursleys. He was told by his uncle and aunt that they have no love for him, but that they only keep him with them out of the goodness of their hearts. They tell him that his parents were all kinds of freaks and that he should stop acting like them. No one ever showed him kindness except for his batty old neighbour, Mrs. Figg. She should give him delicious food but would bore him to death by making him look at pictures of all the odd cats she ever owned (Harry didn't know they were magical cats called Meowstic). She couldn't tell Harry about magic before his 11th birthday, as she knew how the Dursleys would react to him learn about it. After Harry was sent to the Dursleys, she moved to Little Whinging to keep an eye on Harry for Dumbledore (who she considers to be the greatest wizard of all times) and the Order. They needed to make sure that danger doesn't come his way and that the Dursleys would keep him. Unbeknown to Harry, she did sometimes have her cats help him without anyone ever realizing. Mr. Tibbles used his psychic powers to get Harry down when he found himself on the roof and used Yawn to put Aunt Muriel's bulldog to sleep when he chased Harry.

It has been a few days that the Dursleys were getting bombarded with letters addressed to Harry Potter and Professor McGonagall was furious that they wouldn't open them (Mrs. Figg told her about it via a two-faced mirror). It was nearly Harry Potter's birthday and Minerva decided enough is enough. She sent Hagrid on his flying motorcycle to Privet Drive so he could bring Harry his acceptance letter. They were really the worst kind of Muggles and had a medieval attitude towards magic. If this was the Middle-Ages, they would be hunting witches. Mrs. Figg thought the same.

After a heated exchange in the Dursleys in which Harry learned his true nature (yer a wizard 'Arry) which ended up in Hagrid giving a pig's tail to Uncle Vernon after learning about all the abuse the Dursleys made Harry go through, Harry, Hagrid, and Snubbull were flying on a motorcycle.

"From where did you get that dog? I have never seen one like him before." Said Harry, as they were traveling on the flying motorcycle.

"Oh, Fang! He's what we call a Pokémon."

"A Pokémon?"

"Yes. They are a kind of magical creatures that many wizards use as pets. Muggles usually don't know they exist, because we have to keep magic a secret."

"I see." Said Harry, as he stroke Snubbull's fur.

"You know? I remember seeing odd cats at the house of Mrs. Figg, my neighbour. Are they too Pokémon?"

"Yes, they are what we call Meowstic."

"But how comes she has Pokémon? She's a Muggle."

"She's not a Muggle. She's what we call a Squib."

"A Squib?"

"Squibs are people who can't do magic but are born to at least one magical parent."

"So, what distinguishes them from Muggles, then?"

"They can see stuff Muggles can't see, like Hogwarts, and their body is resistant to injury. They are also raised in the magical world and know a lot about magic. But wizards are mean to them, so they usually integrate the Muggle world."

"So, Mrs. Figg doesn't have it easy then."

"It's not easy to be a Squib. But Mrs. Figg was tasked to keep watch on you for the Order. Dumbledore wanted to ensure the Death Eaters don't come after you and that the Dursleys don't kick you out."

"How comes she knows Dumbledore if she never attended Hogwarts?"

"Blimey, 'Arry! Everyone connected to the wizarding world knows Dumbledore. Plus, her two parents and husband were wizards and, in the Order,, and they died fighting Death Eaters."

They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Harry had more questions, but Hagrid had to go somewhere. Harry started eating the birthday cake Hagrid gave him and tried to swallow all the recent information. A few hours ago, he thought magic was nothing but a childish superstition, but now, he knew it was real. It was the only way to explain the odd stuff he can do, after all.

"' ere's your birthday present, 'Arry." Said Hagrid, after Harry finished his cake.

"Wow!" exclaimed Harry.

"It's an owl Pokémon called Hoothoot. They have some psychic powers. I got you a female."

"Thanks, Hagrid!"

"Yer welcome, 'Arry!"

"I will name you, Hedwig."

The owl smiled, happy.