Ash and Harry Ketchum's Pokémon Journey.
Summary- Harry since he had first been placed with the Dursley's had lived a miserable life with no chance of happiness. Something that Magic herself will not stand for any longer; especially once she finds out the plans a certain headmaster has for her chosen. Plans that Magic has no designs herself to allow to happen. To do this Magic decides to send her choice child to a new world, where he would finally be loved and have a chance at a destiny Magic wants for him. Not to mention it gives magic a chance to give some gifts to her favorite child. Now what changes will Harry bring to the world he's now part of and how will Ash's journey change now that he has a brother that's coming along for the ride. Not to mention what happens when the wizarding world finds out just what happened to the boy they called their savior?
Chapter One
Near blacking out from the injuries he had just received Harry found himself once more thrown into the cupboard under the stairs. A place which was quickly, yet oddly, becoming the only safe heaven Harry had. Something that even made Harry rather sad when he thought about it. At the same time Harry couldn't help but wonder just why the dark, damp and even at his young age rather cramp cupboard was the only safe place Harry could think of. Or how he had just ended up in it in the first place.
You see today was Harry's sixth birthday. Not that he had expected his oh so loving family to celebrate it, not in the least bit. Not only had they never really celebrated anything with him before, especially not his birthday of all things, but more often than not they went out of their way to either make Harry as miserable as possible of if not that ignored him in such a way that Harry felt completely isolated at times.
Instead Harry had, for some strange reason, hoped that perhaps instead of treating him how he usually did that his uncle might take it a little easier on him then more normally did; even if it was by the smallest amount.
This however turn out to be a real fool's hope and Harry now that everything was said and done with felt that he should have honestly known better then to even hope that. Because as it turns out Harry's uncle was a harsh as ever to young Harry; perhaps even harsh then he normally would have been on the account that Harry had dared lived another whole year in his household. Something Harry got the feeling would happen more and more often as Harry refused to be what his uncle seemed to want him to be.
But this truly wasn't the reason why Harry was in the situation he was currently in; though it may have played a part in it. No, the reason why he was in the condition he currently was came on a little later, and it was that, that stuck in Harry's mind the most out of everything else that had happened that day.
You see while Harry had been a bit depressed that he hadn't been given even the smallest break, be it physically or mentally, on his so called special day. He hadn't been that surprised about that fact; despite what he had hoped for. Just as he had been for the last two birthdays that he could remember. In fact, if his memory wasn't failing him each of his birthdays were steadily getting worse then the one before it. So now that he thought of it his uncle's behavior to him should have been expected.
However, what he hadn't been expecting, and what was most certainly at least one of the reasons he was in the condition he currently was, was how his Aunt had treated him during the day, or how his uncle would take said treatment.
Normally Harry's Aunt Petunia was completely cold to Harry or if not that she spent the time completely ignoring Harry's existence. Often times acting like Harry was completely invisible to her or not even there. Making Harry feel more alone than ever before each and every time she did so. In fact, Harry had often found himself wishing she would pay more attention to him, even just a bit more then she did before, which was something he now regretted wishing.
Seeing as, on this particular day, for some reason unknown to Harry, his Aunt decided to do something different then what she normally did to him. Sadly, for Harry, who often dreamed of her suddenly changing her behavior towards him, it wasn't a positive change like he had always hoped. Instead, she decided to be spiteful, hateful and as cruel as she could to the newly turned six-year old. On what was supposed to be a day of celebration for him, she did everything she could to make Harry as miserable as possible, not only that but she also seemed to take joy out of doing so.
In just the first couple hours of the day she did whatever she could to squeeze the little happiness Harry had. Starting off with throwing the little food he was allowed to have, which wasn't much more than some burnt toast, on the floor and tell him to eat it there like the freak he was; to make it worse she stomped on it when he tried to pick it up off the floor to actually eat it.
Not only that but she purposely slammed his finger into things and pushed him aside hard enough that he would always go slamming to the ground. As well as going out of the way to literally trip him while he was doing the numerous chores she had assigned him. And this were only a few of the numerous things she did as she went out of her way to make sure to hover of Harry like a malicious cloud
Compared to how she usually pretended that Harry wasn't there, this was a big change in her behavior. A big enough change that her Husband, and Harry's Uncle Vernon, most definitely could tell the difference; it was impossible not to.
It was because of this that Harry had ended up in the sate he was in. Locked up in his cupboard, badly bleeding, nearing unconsciousness and crying his heart out; wishing with everything he was that he was somewhere, anywhere, else. Forgetting for the moment that it was wishing for his aunt to notice him that ended him up in the situation he was in.
Because as soon as Vernon noticed that his wife was acting differently around his very much hated nephew he immediately blamed all of it on Harry; even if he did approve of how his wife was now acting and hoped that she would keep it up. By blamed it on Harry, this gave Vernon the excuse he had been looking for all day, and by this, I mean he immediately began to tear into him, both verbally as well as physically; his wife smiling encouragingly behind him as he did so.
Vernon started his so called 'rightful' punishment up with picking the young six-year-old up by the back of his throat and slamming him hard into the nearby wall. All the while demanding to know what the freak had done to his darling wife. What he had done to anger her so much when she was usually so 'generous' to his ungrateful hide. Getting no answer from Harry, besides a wide eyed shocked almost disbelieving look, did nothing to improve his temper; if anything, it made it worse. Which in turn made things even worse for Harry.
It was then that Vernon truly rained down hell on the, now cowering Harry, as he threw blow after blow at Harry's unprotected body; hitting at places he knew from experience would cause Harry the most pain. Screaming at the crying child that he wouldn't put up with it, that He should have learned that by now. That he wouldn't have any freakiness in HIS house, and that if the bloody worthless freak of a boy, aka Harry, didn't want to get thrown out on the streets then he better stop doing whatever he was to his wife or so help him.
By the time Vernon was done, with what he believed to be a justified punishment of the freak, he was panting heavily, and Harry was bleeding badly, had bruises covering most of his body and had at least one broken bone. A state Harry had been finding himself in more often than not lately. Worse yet Harry got the feeling that it would only get worse as time went on if something didn't happen.
Vernon seeing found himself paling slightly once again, not in guilt but fear of getting caught, as he had yet again forgot to go for places that were easily covered. Before shrugging slightly and reminding himself to call the school later and tell them that the boy was sick or something until the bruises were healed enough to stop any questions from being asked.
Then after thinking on this for a bit and cursing the freak for putting him in such a situation Vernon picking up the barely conscious child before throwing him head first in to cupboard that made up his bedroom.
But not before spitefully whisper out to the still aware boy that he deserved what was happening to him, deserved worse in fact, and that he, Vernon, was actually being generous to the worthless freak that Harry was. To stop Harry from getting any ideas about telling anyone about what was happening to him; just as he did every single time he had punished the boy before.
Harry hearing this, and remembering a lot of similar things like what had just happened to him over the last couple of years, led to where he currently was just thinking about what had been said to him. Laying there cry, bleeding and about to pass in to the sweet blackness of unconsciousness once again. Worst yet, starting to believe what his uncle had just said; wondering if perhaps what had been was said was true after all.
Unknown to Harry though, over the years that he had been at his so-called family's house, doing his best to actually survive there, he had been watched by a very powerful force. One that had been watching him since the day he had been born, in fact she had played a rather vital part in his actual birth, and to say she was angry at the way Harry was being treated would be a huge understatement. It would be similar to saying that the ocean was a little wet, or the sun was slightly warm. To put it bluntly she was ticked off beyond all believe. More so then ever when she looked a little further into the future and saw what had been what his future would be like if she didn't do anything about it.
Fortunately, for many people and creature alike, this powerful being decided to focus her anger. Instead of using it, to power her own unique style of justice on those she felt deserved it. To do this the being decide that she would help Harry out from the hell he was currently in. As well as majorly screw with several different plans from several different people; that were just begging to see her darker side.
This powerful Being was called Magic, or mother Magic as the majority of her people know her as, and she had decided to focus all her power, all her might, on one thing. Which was getting Harry, her true child of both magic and blood, to somewhere. Getting her child somewhere he could finally be happy at; like he deserved. Despite what other seemed to have planned for him. But in the face of Mother Magic, all those plans where for not, if she had any say about it; which unfortunately for others she most certainly did.
But first she wanted, no she needed, to talk to her true child. The first one that she had given in the last five hundred years; and if this was what happened to them he may be the last on she gives for a long time.
That in mind, and seriously wanting to get her Harry away from the living hell he had been forced to call his home for the last couple of years, Magic called on her power and gently, but firmly, pulled Harry out of the house, and there for out of the really weak wards that were barely clinging to said house.
As she did this Magic took great pleasure in destroying all the ward a certain manipulative old headmaster had put up; like a magic damping ward, several submissive wards, a minor repelling ward, as well as a strong magic draining ward. Making sure to twist her magic in such a way as she did this that the headmaster wouldn't find out about any of the wards falling for at least another couple of year…just around the time he had been planning to pick Harry back up in fact. Knowing, with a smirk clear on her goddess like face, that she was disrupting every single one of his careful set up plans with what she was currently doing; and feeling nothing but pure enjoyment about doing so.
Once Magic had Harry with her, like she had wanted, she quickly went to work healing all the wounds the now unconscious boy had. While at the same time fixing all the other problems his body had, like his weak eyes, brittle bones and malnourishment he had suffered through, due to the oh so tender care his so-called family gave him. This took her more time than she had first thought it would have. As it turns out Vernon had given Harry quite a bit more internal damage than either of them had though; not to mention she had to be really careful when healing the more delicate parts of his body like his eyes or she could end up causing him even more damage than he already had.
Once she was finally done with the healing Harry of all his injuries, including re-breaking a couple of bones that had healed the wrong from previous punishments, and pretty much regrowing his eyes and lungs due to how badly they had been damaged, Magic channeled some more of her magic into Harry; waking him up as she did so.
Only for the earlier anger she had been feeling, and that had been slowly draining away as she healed Harry, to quickly spring back up, then double what it had been, as upon waking up Harry immediately curled up into a ball defending his internal organs from the blows he was positive were going to come. After all he had never felt this good before, at least not as far as he could remember, and that must mean he had done something freaky to make it so; which meant he was going to be punished for it really soon.
Counting down slowly in her head and taking a deep breath to calm herself down, knowing it wouldn't do anyone, especially the terrified child in front of her, any good to sound angry when she started talking to him.
Knowing this Magic instead began to slowly stroke Harry's hair; trying to calm him down from his semi-hysterical state. Much to her joy this seemed to be working as Harry slowly untensed and began to unroll from his defensive position. Carefully and cautiously moving until he was completely unrolled and looking at Magic in pure confusion; as well as a bit of wonder. Awed that someone was treating him kindly and that their touch didn't actually hurt him; like his family always did.
Magic seeing this, and biting back her anger when she realized just why Harry was giving her such a look of pure wonder, gave Harry a heart-warming motherly smile, before gently putting a hand under Harry's chin and lifting his head up until he was looking her right in the eyes instead of at the ground like they had been.
Eyes which to Magic's joy showed that he wasn't broken and still had a lot of fight in them; if only given a reason to actually fight that is. Seeing this Magic's smile got even bigger before she released Harry chin and began to speak to him; noting with a sense of pride that he still hadn't looked down, that he didn't bow his head again.
"Harry, first I want to say I am so sorry. If I had known this would have happened to you, I swear I would have been a lot more careful to just who I gave my gifts too. And second I want to know how would you feel about getting away from here? Away from it all? About getting a new family in a whole new place where no one can drag you back to your so-called family's oh so generous caring hands? Where you have a better chance of having a happy life? Where you can actual have a life and live it the way you want to? How would you feel about that?" As she said this Magic continued to stare into Harry's impossible green eyes, watching as they got wider and wider with every word she was saying.
Watching as those oh so green eyes filled with wonder, hope and a good deal of curiously; as well as good dose of disbelieve. Seeing this disbelieve Magic sighted. She should have guessed, given how he was raised, that he wouldn't believe her out right; that he wouldn't think such a good thing could ever happen to him. Because despite the fight that was still in his eyes he had been starting to believe what is so called family said about him; it was nearly impossible not to have heard it repeated over and over for years.
But then again, she really hadn't given him much of an explanation about what she had mean now had she. In fact, now that she thought on it, she had been rather vague about the whole thing when she had tried to explain things to him hadn't she.
Knowing this, and knowing that Harry wouldn't fully agree until he knew more information on about just what was going on, as well as answers the question he was going to have, Magic began to explain just what she meant in more detailed; before Harry could even ask her to do so.
"What I mean is I had a wonderful life planned out for you here where you family would love you and take care of you the way you were supposed to be; the way all children are supposed to be. I had planned for you to have a happy life where you would make big, but amazing, changes in the future. Changes that would bring the world you were supposed to be part of in to what could be called a new golden age. But because of a certain old goat who seems to think he can play with people lives like he is some sort of God, and a certain snake loving creep that I had hoped would have turn out better, both of which I plan to deal with personally in a little bit, you didn't get this and the future I planned for you before was destroyed. I plan to fix this. You are one of my true children and I will not let you suffer like you are any longer; not if I can help it!" Here Magic gave Harry a motherly look, one that warmed Harry down from the tip of his hair to the very ends of his toes, before going on with her explanation.
"But, no matter what I do here, no matter how I try to change things for the better for you, I get the feeling you will not get the peaceful love filled life that you so long for; at least not for long. Something or someone would do something to ruin it for you in the name of that old goat or crazy snake loving maniac that I mentioned earlier. Nor do I get the feeling that you want a rather boring life, like you would get if I go through some of my other plans. For some reason I see that you will be like my other children and have a craving for adventure; as well as the need to help others. That is why I asked if you would like to go to a whole new place…" Here Magic stopped once again to see how Harry was taking everything, and upon see the fact he looked really interested in what she was saying, Magic took a deep breath before finishing up what she had been saying all along.
"What I mean when I say a new place, is would you like to go to a whole new world. One where no one knows who you are, one where I can guaranty that you will find love, that you will have a family, and that you will both be able to help others; while having the time of your life. I just what to know how you would feel about that and if you would agree to it." Harry, after hearing all of this, gave Magic a nervous look and bit his lip before managing to get out the only things he really wanted to know before he agreed with the goddess in front of him.
"If I do this will I actually be free? I could be me and not be punished for it? And would I really be able to have both friends, and family; without my cousin scaring them away or my Aunt and Uncle taking them away?" Magic hearing this felt her eyes soften a bit, and after mentally cursing and promising to rain down retribution down on the Dursley family, answered Harry's questions.
"Yes, Harry you can, and you will. I promise you that. I will make sure of it in fact. Now do you want to go to this new world? Because once your there, there isn't much chance of you ever coming back here." Harry not even hesitating a bit, after all what did he have here to begin with, and answered Magic with a positive.
Magic seeing this and seeing that Harry was actually excited to be going to this new world smiled at her child and without asking again began to gather her magic to send Harry to his new world. As well as to give him several little gifts; one of which would insure that he would always have a friend with him no matter what. Just like she had promised him just moments ago.