Summary: Draco Malfoy awakens on a mountain in a strange place with creatures known as Pokémon. Taking the chance to adjust to this new world, he makes friends with the Pokémon, and the silent man with eyes of crimson who had saved him.
Warning: This will be a slash, which means male/male relationships. If you don't like that, then you are free to turn around and find another story to read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Harry Potter. They belong to Satoshi Tajiri, Game Freak and Nintendo and J.K. Rowling, respectively.
Author's Note: So, I've been in a Pokémon and Harry Potter mood lately and thought I'd try my hand at making a cross-over. Hopefully you all enjoy. Let me know what you think. :D
Chapter One: Arrival
It was a quiet night on Mount Silver. The moon had risen hours ago to cast its soft glow onto the world, though only a miniscule amount made it through the dreary clouds determined to dump their liquid burden onto the world. Though nearing the end of spring, the high altitude made the temperature chilly; the cold rain and drafty wind making the weather even worse. Most of the Pokémon had escaped the storm, finding shelter in the trees, under the ground, in lakes and ponds, some even crammed in rock shelters. All but two little lone Eevee, hatched from a single shell not even a mere three hours before just as the sun and moon stared evenly across the sky at each other casting the sky into hues of violet, orange, and red.
The two egg-mates huddled together in the rain, their russet fur drenched as they tried to soak up heat from each other. The higher the moon rose, the colder the rain grew, until soon it was threatening to turn to sleet, and then ice. The young Eevee had no idea what to do, their young bodies would not be able to take much more of the onslaught and if this kept up, the two would not likely make it through the night.
Fortunately, for the young duo, Fate would not be so cruel this night. The clouds above began to rumble, softly at first, but growing in a crescendo that unleashed its glory upon the sky. The thunder was loud, ringing across the mountain top, golden veins branching through the clouds. And then, silence, complete and utter silence, nothing dared to make a sound.
A roar of fury broke the stillness, the gong of thunder so violent that it shook the very mountain. A flash of lightning lit up the sky as if noon, and with a crack it descended to the ground, striking not two feet from the two baby Pokémon. Most would expect the ground to explode outwards, for the grass to catch fire, but neither of those things happened. Instead, the light receded, the static disappeared, and the thunder slowed to a soft rumble and on the ground laid a young man.
His hair was long, an almost white blonde that fell past his shoulders and down his back. The wet tendrils clung to soft pale skin the shade of ivory smeared with crimson. His features were delicate, slightly pointed. If one were to judge him, they would say he was more beautiful than handsome, for even though he was male his beauty was almost godlike, even while he was covered in blood. His body was long and lithe; his muscles lean from all of the years he had played Quidditch.
Black trousers hung off his hips, tucked into a pair of black dragon hide boots. A long sleeve button up shirt was un-tucked leaving a small strip of pale skin visible between the silver and black. His right hand was clenched tightly around a small smoothed stick as if holding on for his life and his left hand lay upon a black leather satchel wrapped around his upper body.
The young eevee, seeing other life for the first time, shed the thoughts of survival as curiosity took over. The two moved forward, each step symmetrical to its twin. Within seconds they were nudging the young man with their cold black noses. When they received no reply they grew bolder, climbing onto the body. It was when they reached his torso, their small bodies weighing more than the bruised and broken ribs could handle, that they finally gained a response. Draco, for that was the name of the male, groaned, the sound bursting from his mouth forcefully. Slowly, his eyes began to open, narrowed in the night as he kept from crying out in pain. Those eyes, usually colder than the Arctic Ocean, were now silver pools burning in agony. He shifted slowly, giving the two fox-cats a passing glance. It hurt to move, to breathe, every breath made it feel as if thousands of minuscule blades were slicing into his chest and lungs.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Draco managed to lift himself into a seated position. He glanced around warily, taking in the unfamiliar environment, before deciding on a tree a few paces behind him. It was an effort to move himself along with the two baby fox-cats that had taken up residence on his lap, but he managed it. It was with a sigh of relief that he settled against the rough bark of an ancient evergreen.
Draco glared out at the night sky with disdain as the clouds continued shedding their tears. He was tired and in pain and to add onto that he was now wet and cold as well. His hands tightened slightly in anger drawing his attention to the fact that his hand was grasping ten inches worth of unicorn hair wrapped in Hawthorn. How could he have forgotten about his wand? No matter the excuse that he had been fighting for his life…it didn't matter now anyways.
He waved the wand and with a couple flicks of his hand his clothes were dry and his body warm. The small shivers drew his attention to the two young Eevee and he again muttered the same spells watching as the russet and cream fur on the strange little creatures instantly dried and puffed out. He smiled slightly, admitting to himself that they were kind of cute.
The two trilled happily at him before snuggling down into his lap. Draco let them be, in a way it was comforting having them there. He'd always wanted a familiar. He glanced back down at his hand and with a whispered spell and another flick his pain numbed as he let his mind relax. Just as the darkness was welcoming him into her embrace he heard the soft mews and a chorus of "bee" along with a flash of pink and green in the corner of his vision. Then he knew no more.
o.o.O.O.o.o.O.O.o.o
Red woke with the dawn, dressing silently in the soft light of the cave he called home. Behind him he could hear the scuffles as his six companions rose to join him. Black jeans slid up toned legs, securing themselves snuggly at his hips. He pulled on a black sleeveless shirt, his usual red and white jacket sliding overtop. A black belt slid through the hoops on his pants. He sat and tugged on a pair of worn black boots, lacing them tightly before sliding the black fabric overtop.
His teeth were quickly brushed, his hands combed through the silky black strands of hair that fell in his face, framing twin apathetic pools of crimson, his namesake. He trailed his fingers over his perfectly arched eyebrows the color of a raven's wing, down a perfectly straight nose, over his tanned cheeks, his lips were slightly plump, though they too were apathetic. His chin was squarer now, having grown out of his childish roundness in the recent years. He was handsome, having finally developed into his adult form. Red was indifferent to it, looks didn't really matter to him. Besides, he had seen how girls and guys around flocked around Green, and he really didn't want that happening to him.
It was part of the reason he found himself living at the height of Mt. Silver. People rarely found him up here; he could train in peace with his Pokémon all he wanted. And when they did find him it was usually because they wanted to battle, which he was perfectly content to do.
"Pika." The familiar weight of his beloved Pikachu settled onto his shoulder, the yellow mouse Pokémon nuzzling his cheek in a hello. He patted Pika on the head fondly, his own version of a good morning. A giant orange muzzle appeared over his unoccupied shoulder, bumping against him softly before sharp teeth began to nibble at the fabric of his shirt. He tapped the nose twice, before rubbing the snout of his Charizard, Char. While he had a fiery temper, the massive dragon Pokémon was quite affectionate.
Red turned his eyes towards the mouth of the cave. He could see the sun sneaking its way past the horizon, the sky turning shades of orange and violet that inched forwards erasing the darkness from the sky. It had stormed the night before, he remembered, having been awoken by the booming thunder that had suddenly shook the mountain. He had been worried when the lightning had struck, but after waiting and noticing that there was no glow to indicate a fire, he felt the lull of sleep's welcoming embrace and went willingly. Now though, the sky was clear of clouds, the mountain serene, as if denying the existence of the previous storm.
Red moved silently through the cave, grabbing up a small bundle of berries and popping one in his mouth. A set of yellow paws eagerly grabbed the berry he offered to his shoulder. He could hear the other five making quick work of their own meals. It was a familiar routine, one the seven of them had followed for the last three and a half years since his fourteenth birthday.
He moved towards the mouth of the cave, his long legs giving him a steady pace. The sun had finally moved over the horizon, its glow casting a soft light across the area. Pokémon moved around as they too woke for the day. They ignored him, having come used to his presence after so many years of living in harmony with him. While he could catch them, he wouldn't. He had no reason to trap them within Poke balls for the rest of their lives.
The wild Pokémon were chattering away making more noise this morning than they normally did. Red was curious, something had them excited. He wondered briefly if it could be another trainer making their way up the mountain to battle him. His pulse raced, his blood rushed, and he sighed happily at the thought before quickly reining it in. He shrugged off the thought, if it was another trainer, he would worry about it then. No use getting himself worked up about it.
He didn't make it very far, maybe fifty meters, before he figured out what had the Pokémon stirred. There was a body there, propped up against one of the large evergreens. He couldn't make out the details very clearly, but it didn't look like the person was awake. He moved closer, kneeling next to the body. His breathe caught in his throat and for a brief second the look of surprise flashed over his face before disappearing.
The male, for even though he had an ethereal beauty Red could definitely tell this was one, was out cold. His eyes were closed, his lips lightly parted in sleep, with drops of dried blood coating them. Even his pale skin was splattered with flaking blood despite the previous rainstorm. His right arm hung limp at his side, his right hand grasped lightly around a strange piece of wood; his left lay cradling his stomach. It was what was hidden under that arm that surprised Red. Two large sets of brown eyes stared up at him, belonging to two small bodies of a pair of Eevee that were extremely young, if their size had anything to say.
Red thought for a moment on what he should do. He couldn't just leave the other teen there, not wounded and alone as he was. The weather on the mountain was bipolar, changing with a whim. He stared at the other male, contemplating before deciding on a course of action.
Red eased his arms around the other, one sliding under his knees, the other bracing against his back. He couldn't risk carrying him over his shoulder, not when he didn't know how badly the other was hurt. Bracing his body he stood quickly, pulling the boy with him. A groan escaped the blonde's mouth but he didn't wake. The eevee though mewled softly at him, bewildered at what was going on.
Making sure he had a good grip on the blonde, Red turned and headed back towards his cave of a home where he had shelter and supplies he could use to care for the stranger. Maybe then he could figure out how he had come to be on top of Mt. Silver wounded and alone.
Okay everyone, that's it for the first chapter. Hope you all enjoyed. :D