Saiai no Densetsu

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs

Author's Note: Foreign languages are in bold since Carina can speak and understand both French and Bulgarian and she's telling the story for the most part. Also, this is an Alternate Universe where the Pokémon regions are part of Japan, but no wizards or witches have come from there, though magic works!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

My name is Carina Seren Potter, please call me Carina.

It all began thirteen years ago when a Dark Wizard going by the name of Lord Voldemort came into my parent's home, murdered them, and then attempted to murder my identical twin brother, Harry, and myself. But something happened. No one knows what exactly but somehow Voldemort's curse doubled back on him and he disappeared. To this day, no one knows what became of him, but they celebrated his loss and believed him dead while Harry and I became heroes, known as the Boy and Girl Who Lived.

For many years, we were told by our aunt and uncle that our parents were killed in a car accident and they made it known that we were highly unwelcome in their home. They treated us horribly, forcing us to do all of the cooking and cleaning, and allowed their pig of a son to use us as punching bags. At least until our eleventh birthday when Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, came and told us that we were a witch and a wizard. I can tell you that it completely blew my mind when he took us to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies.

Hagrid had stepped out while we were getting our wands and mine ended up being an eleven inch white oak with a phoenix tail feather. I was told that it would be good for charm work, much like our mother's had been. Harry with an eleven inch made of holly also with a phoenix tail feather and was told that the phoenix that gave its feather for my brother's wand gave one other. And that his wand's brother was the one who gave Harry his scar. Not long afterwards, Hagrid returned and was carrying two owls in cages, one a snowy owl but the other one was an Eurasian Eagle Owl. Harry took the female snowy owl and named it Hedwig. My eagle owl was also female and I named her Malaika, which is Arabic for angels.

The last three years had so many twists and turns. Harry made two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, both of which were in our house, and I had my best friends, Neville Longbottom, who was also a Gryffindor, and later Luna Lovegood, who was a Ravenclaw a year behind us. And, boy, did I need my friends throughout those years. First year, what with Quirrell and Voldemort, and then second year with the basilisk and Tom Riddle. Then this past year, a mass murderer by name of Sirius Black, who just so happens to be Harry's godfather, broke out of the wizard prison, Azkaban, and was supposedly after Harry and me. After several break ins and Malfoy nearly getting Hagrid's hippogriff, Buckbeak, killed, we found out that not only was Professor Lupin, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a werewolf as well as my godfather but Ron's rat, Scabbers, was really Peter Pettigrew, the man that Uncle Sirius was convicted of murdering thus making him innocent.

Once everything was sorted out, we made our way back to the castle but on the way Uncle Remus got caught in the full moon and in the middle of the confusion, Pettigrew almost escaped, but I immobilized him and once everything was over, we were told that we still couldn't go live with our godfathers even if we wanted to with no explanation. Let's just say that the only time I've seen Uncle Sirius angrier is when he found out that Pettigrew had escaped from the Ministry not too long afterwards. I never want to see that again. It was terrifying.

We had been so focused on everything else that we hadn't noticed that strange creatures had started appearing on the school grounds. We didn't know anything about it until Professor Dumbledore announced at the end of term feast that a new class would be introduced next year for those who wanted to learn about the new creatures who had made the school grounds their home. Harry and I as well as our friends immediately signed up for the class and we were very excited about it.

I really wish that I could've stayed with Uncle Remus. This entire summer has been a total bore. For one thing, the Dursleys have been pretending that my twin and I don't exist. Not only that but because Dudley had gotten too big, his school no longer had uniforms to fit him and so he was on a diet. His mother, believing that it would make it easier for him, put the whole family on a diet. Even so, he still gets more than Harry and I do. And believe me, he's not happy about any of it either. Luckily for us, we have amazing friends and when we told them of our plight, they sent us a bunch of snacks that we've hidden under the loose floorboard under our bed. We'd even gotten birthday cakes from Mrs. Weasley for our birthday! And yes, Harry and I are forced to share a bed. It's a good thing he's my brother otherwise it would be awkward.

Tomorrow the Weasleys are coming to pick us up so that we can go to the Quidditch World Cup final the day after. It so awesome that Mr. Weasley was able to get tickets. There is no better game than Quidditch and I know that my twin feels the same way. After all, we both play for our house team. Harry as Seeker and me as Chaser. I really can't wait. I just hope that Uncle Vernon doesn't ruin it.

Right now we're returning to our room after breakfast and as soon as we enter we see that Hedwig and Malaika have returned from their hunting trip and are sitting in their cages, looking rather annoyed. We quickly find out what has them so annoyed when all of a sudden I hear Harry go, "Ow" when a small owl big enough to fit into the palm of his hand flies into his head after dropping a letter at his feet. He picked up the letter and read it with a smile on his face before he handed it to me. I laughed softly as I read it:

Harry and Cari,

DAD GOT THE TICKETS! Ireland vs. Bulgaria this coming Monday. Mum's writing the muggles to ask if you two can come. They might have the letter already as I don't know how the muggle post works, so I went ahead and sent this with Pig anyway.

We're coming to get you whether the muggles like it or not. You guys can't miss this! Send Pig back with your answer and we'll see you at five o'clock on Sunday.

Hermione's coming this afternoon. Percy has started work at the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Don't talk about anything abroad unless you want to be bored out of your minds.

Ron

OOOOOOOOOOOTIMESKIPOOOOOOOOOOOO

We walked into a clearing with two men, one older and one younger, standing around a lanky old boot. Mr. Weasley introduced the older man as Amos Diggory and the younger as his son Cedric. We knew who Cedric was as he'd beaten us in a Quidditch match last year. I was starting to get annoyed with as he kept going on and on about how Cedric beat us last year. I told myself to bite my tongue but when he said that Cedric was a better flier cause he stayed on his broom, I couldn't take it anymore and growled under my breath, "Of course we fell off our brooms. We were being attacked by Dementors at the time." You have to understand that for the longest time, we were all the other had. We'd always had each others back and were very close and protective of each other. Cedric gave me an apologetic smile and I simply nodded.

Everyone grabbed onto the boot and we were off, but as we were set to let go, someone elbowed me and forced me to let go and was thrown several feet away. I landed hard and cried out as I did. I laid there a few seconds before I heard someone ask, "Are you alright?" in a heavy Bulgarian accent. I look up and see a very rugged young man with short hair and dark eyes standing beside me, looking down at me with concern. I simply nod and he smiled as he held up a hand to help me up. I take it and he pulled me to my feet. I dust myself off as I turned to him and said in Bulgarian, "Thank you so much for your help." He seemed surprised and replied, "You can speak Bulgarian?" I laughed and nodded and said, "I asked my professor to teach me because I would like to work in international relations one day." I'd asked Professor McGonagall to teach me not only several languages that I took to like a fish to water, but also proper etiquette for a member of a pureblood house though I am not a pureblood myself. I figured it would come in handy someday and I wanted to continue the traditions of my father's family. He smiled and replied, "You're very welcome. I am Viktor."

"It is very nice to meet you, Viktor, my name is Carina. However, I should try to find my companions. No doubt my brother is worried about me by now," I replied with a smile. I didn't tell him my last name for fear that he would stare at me like many do when they figure out who I am. Merlin, do I hate that. He smiled and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Carina. I hope we see each other again." I smile as I turn and walk away, my heart pounding in my chest. I walk around until I come upon Mr. Weasley who had been looking for me. He sighed in relief when he saw and cried, "Oh, thank Merlin, I found you, Carina. Harry has been frantic with worry."

"I had a feeling that would be the case, Mr. Weasley. As you can see, I'm fine." He smiled and led me back to our tent, where he held open the flap to let me in first. The first person I saw was Ron, who just so happened to be the one who elbowed me, so I quietly walked up behind him and smacked him on the back of his head, causing him to cry out in pain and surprise, as I said, "Ronald Bilius Weasley, how dare you elbow me like that!" He mumbled sorry as I was bowled over by my worried twin. He didn't say anything, just held me tightly as if he was afraid that I would disappear if he let go. I simply hugged him back as I reassured him that I was fine. After he let me go, I went joined Ginny and Hermione in the area of the tent that was set as ours. As soon as she saw me, Hermione gave me a hug while saying, "Thank goodness you're okay, Cari." I gave her a big grin and we sat down and talked about the homework that we had been given over the summer. Hermione and I usually competed for the best grades in our year, but even so, we were still friends. I even got along pretty well in Potions. Always Outstanding's in every subject. Snape mostly left me alone, though I don't know why. I also told her about the kind young man that I had met.

"Ooo, Carina has a boyfriend."

"I do not." I guess I'm going to get teased. Oh well, at least I have a friend who cares enough to tease me. For the longest time, I didn't have any friends. No one except Harry. Now don't get me wrong. I love my twin to death but there are some things that I just don't feel comfortable talking to him about and vice versa.

"But you liked him, didn't you?" What a stupid question.

"Yeah, I did, but it's not like I'm ever going to seem him again, Hermione." She shook her head and replied, "You never know, Carina. You never know." I just smiled at her. She may not be my best friend but she's the closest thing I have to a sister and I was thankful to have her in my life. It wasn't much longer that Mr. Weasley announced that it was time to head for the pitch. When we got to the pitch and in our seats, I looked all around me and realized that we were in the top box. Very good seats.

I was seated between Harry and Hermione. Harry was turned the other direction talking to a house elf that I didn't recognize. It was not long before the Minister arrived with who he told us was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. He kept miming, trying to get him to understand. I was just about to offer my services when I heard the Bulgarian Minister say, "I do understand you. I just think that your miming is funny." I giggled lowly under my breath before turning back into my seat. I didn't even bother turning around when the Malfoy's entered the box. I chose to ignore them and not dignify whatever crap that comes out of their mouths with a response. It only encourages them.

I remained deep in my thoughts until I heard, "Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" which was followed by the cheers of the thousands of spectators that were attending the event as the person who was earlier introduced as Ludo Bagman continued, "Now please join me in welcoming the Bulgarian National Team Mascots," which turned out to be Veela, who almost immediately started dancing. It didn't effect me, but when I looked at my brother, I had no choice but to laugh. He was completely enthralled by them. However, my laughter quickly turned to worry when he stood up and approached the railing. I called to him, "Harry, what in the name of Merlin are you doing?" as I gripped the back of his shirt collar and dragged him back. That brought him back to his senses.

After several moments Mr. Bagman continued, "And now please put your wands in the air for the Irish National Team Mascots!" Then leprechauns entered as well on the opposite side than the Veela. They showered the stands with gold and many were rummaging around trying to get some. I just shook my head as Mr. Bagman began introducing the Bulgarians

"Now, ladies and gents, please welcome ... The Bulgarian National Quidditch Team. Dimitrov ... Ivanova ... Zograf ... Levski ... Vulchanov ... Volkov ... aaand Krum!" After each name a figure wearing red robes appeared, flying so fast that I couldn't see until the last one. The one that Ron kept going on about, but that wasn't what made me stop breathing for a moment when Krum's face appeared on the jumbo screen.

It was Viktor. The kind young man who had helped me when I was lost. I couldn't believe it. I sat there in a daze as the Irish National Team was introduced and the game started. I watched the game, but absent-mindedly, not really registering what was happening until Viktor was hit in the face with a Bludger. I winced in sympathy because I knew how much those things hurt from having been hit with a few myself. I heard Hermione cry out but the game was soon over when Viktor caught the Snitch. I didn't really pay much attention until the Bulgarian team came into the top box and as he passed by me, Viktor subtly pressed a piece of parchment into my hand. Not wanting to bring attention to myself, I put the note in my pocket to read later and paid attention as the World Cup was presented to Ireland, since they won 170 to 160.

It wasn't until we were back in our tent that I had a chance to read the note that Viktor. It read:

Carina,

Now you know who I am, but I don't know who you are. Please write me so that we can get to know each other.

Viktor

Underneath was an address. I sighed. I did want to get to know Viktor, the person behind the Quidditch star, and I'd never had a pen pal. I turned to ask Hermione what she thought when Mr. Weasley ordered us out of the tent, to head back to the portkey and to stick together. Putting the note back in my pocket, I grabbed Ginny's hand as Fred grabbed hers and we ran with George leading us, not realizing until much later that we'd gotten separated from Harry and the others but by the we'd gotten back to the Burrow we were told that Mr. Weasley had Harry, Hermione, and Ron safe with him. I sighed in relief as I went into the room that Hermione, Ginny, and I shared, laid down, and went to sleep.