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Chapter Two

Harry had been in this new world, and in the new form that he had found himself in when he had first woken up in the new world he now called home, for about six months now. And honestly, at least now, he could say that it wasn't as bad as he had first thought it was going to be; or worth the panic attack he had nearly given himself when he had first woken up and found out everything.

But at the same time Harry knew that he really hadn't always felt that way, and that it had only been recently that he had been able to calm down enough to start to see it that way; like a new chance at life. In fact, when he had first arrived, and saw just what he now looked like, the only positive, if slightly sarcastic, thought he could think was: 'well, at least I'm not pink.'

Harry had no idea how ironic that particular thought was, but he would find out later on and most likely be almost grateful for his new look considering just what they could have been.

Thinking on this, especially this last thought Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly to himself, ignoring how odd and rather musical his new chuckling sounded now, and instead began to focus back to that day six months ago when he had first been coming through the veil and then when he had woken up on the other side. Absentmindedly wondering how the 'upstanding' members of the wizarding world reacted to his special goodbye that he had left them as he did so.

FLASHBACK

Harry after he had walked through the veil immediately began to curse his self and wonder why the hell he did that; or why he hadn't tried to escape from it all in the first place. Yes, the shock value, and their faces on those backstabbers got as he flicked them off, was very humorous but at the same time they weren't worth his life. Which was exactly what he was giving up when he walked through the veil; after all it was called the veil of death for a reason…right?

Harry as he thought this, and as he could feel that he was still alive, proving his last thoughts wrong, couldn't help but look around wondering just what was going on, and if perhaps, once again, the wizarding world was wrong about what happened in the veil. It honestly wouldn't surprise him if they were, they always seemed to take the simplest answer and roll with it in most cases.

It was doing this, and the odd feelings that he got while doing so, that caused Harry to stumble in shock, or he would have if Harry had been able to stumble at all. Because the moment Harry decided to look around him to see just what was going on he noticed something that really should have caught his attention long ago; not to mention had him cursing himself, and his twice damned luck once again.

This was the fact that Harry wasn't in his body, or at least not the one he had just moments ago, nor was he actually walking through the veil anymore. Instead he was what looked to be a glowing green, black and red ball of energy with his body laying not a foot from him floating in the black void that made up what Harry was guessing was the veil he had just foolishly walked through.

Seeing this Harry felt a slight tremor go through what would have been his back, at least that is what it felt like to him, as he tried to figure out just what was going on. As well as he tried his best not to go into a full blown panic because he got the feeling if he did give in to that panic then he would be able to free himself from it. This was made a bit easier, but at the same time even more confusing than it already was, as Harry, who had been staring at his fallen body in horror, noticed that said body was still breathing; much to his relieve.

Seeing this Harry somehow began to get the beginning of a headache; something which he had thought would have been impossible given the circumstances. As he began to question just what was going on, and how was it going on for that matter. Then going on a limb, as well as following what his gut instinct was screaming at him to do, even as his common sense said not to, Harry sent out a treadle, which Harry figured would have been his hand if he had been in his body, and touched his still breathing body; pushing said energy into it.

This instantly caused a reaction, one that Harry honestly could never have expected and if he had known what would have happened, just what the reaction did to him, he may not have done what he had done to begin with; then again he probably would have given just where he currently was and who he was. What happened was Harry felt himself being pulled off in another direction, and at the same time his body was being pulled with him.

Harry not knowing what was going on, but knowing that he wouldn't go anywhere without a fight began to fight against the pull. Somehow getting the feeling that that was what he was supposed to do and that the longer he fought against the pull the better things would be for him in the end. Only to find out the pull was a lot stronger than he could ever anticipated, and that no matter how hard he tried he was going were that pull wanted.

Still Harry continued on fighting against the pull and manage to make it so that he, whatever the ball of color that he currently was, was being pulled at a slower speed then his body was. Making it so that his body was now flying in front of him instead of slightly behind him like he had been. Though this really didn't make Harry feel any better as he noticed that whatever the pull was doing to him it seemed to be at least twice as hard on his body because there before his eyes his body was twisting and warping into something else. Unable to take this Harry closed his eyes and gave in to the pull; no longer feeling the need to fight against it any longer.

This seemed to be exactly what the pull wanted though and before Harry could do anything else, like renew the fight against said pull, he found himself slammed into his body, which was still changing, and knocked clear out; the only feeling he could get before unconsciousness claimed him was the sensation of fall at an oddly slow pace.

Groaning slowly Harry began to wake up. Only to immediately start to panic as he remembered just what had happened before he had blacked out. A panic that got worse when Harry realized that no matter how hard he tried that he couldn't move his hands or legs in any way to help him get up. A panic that reached epic proportions when upon looking down at his body Harry realized he had no legs or arms to speak of. In fact, Harry, as he continued to look down, thought that he had somehow been turned into an oddly colored snake.

Thinking on this and knowing that he needed to know just what had happened to him, that he needed to know what he now looked like. Harry began to frantically look for something that had a reflective surface.

It was while he was searching for this reflective surface that, and feeling slow that he didn't realize it earlier, caused Harry to notice that he was no longer in the pitch black void that had made of the inside of the veil. But was now instead inside a dark cave that's only source of light was a small hole in the ceiling of the cave far, far overhead him. Yet, despite this Harry could still see clear as ever; better than ever in fact. Best yet there seemed to be a rather large lake right under this light source. Giving Harry the reflective surface he had been looking for as well as some shelter until he could get a hold of everything that had recently happened; because every instinct he currently possessed said the lake was safety for some reason.

Seeing this lake Harry inwardly gave a small cheer before moving as fast as he could in his new body towards said lake; arriving at it a lot faster than he had thought he was going to. In fact, Harry arrived at the lake so fast he had to skid to a quick stop to avoid falling into said lake.

Harry, after mentally telling himself that he was now a lot faster than he had thought he was going to be and that he really had to be more careful now because of that, at least until he learned the limits of what else had changed about him, slowly looked into the lake; wanting a better look then he already had at his new form.

Once he did this Harry found himself once again almost falling into the lake; this time from pure shock. Harry had already known that his body had gone through some serious changes, and he had already had a good gut feeling that he wasn't human any more, but still seeing it clearly and having solid prove of that made it all really sink into Harry's mind; extremely quickly.

So it was a wide eyed, stunned, Harry that was taking in all of the details of his new form. It was serpentine like, though at the same time he was nowhere near the size of most the snakes he saw while he had been in the wizarding world, bit given those had been at least fifteen feet long at the very least that wasn't saying much.

If he had to guess Harry would say he was maybe around twelve feet long; maybe a little bigger than that. Seeing this size, for some reason Harry got the feeling he was large in size for whatever he currently was and that he was only going to get bigger; making Harry feel a little bit happier about that seeing as he usually was the smallest of his group because of so called family. Besides his height Harry also noticed that he had two bright red fin-like ears on either side of his head. In fact, his entire body was either black or red; with the majority of it being black with a bright red underbelly.

Harry seeing this started to look closer at his reflection taking in more of its details; starting with his head then working his way down. Looking at his face Harry noticed, with a good deal of joy that he still had his mother's bright emerald eyes. Then looking had his forehead Harry noticed with even further joy that instead of the original lightning bolt scar he had a small almost horn looking red dot in his forehead. Unfortunately, this small bit of happiness, at the lack of the scar that had pretty much dammed his whole life, quickly disappeared as Harry continued to look down the rest of his body. In fact, Harry had to pause and take a deep breath to calm himself down when he saw a pitch black lightning bolt smack dap in the middle of his bright red serpent chest. It seems even in this new life Harry couldn't be free of that life damning mark. Even if it looked more like a very odd, both in shape and color, birthmark instead of the scar it had been.

Harry taking all of this in, and as seeing that mark was the last straw, finally opened his mouth and let out an enraged scream. Only to be even further shaken when instead of the sound he had expected to hear he got a rather musical cry of Drraattttiinniii came out of his mouth. Hearing this Harry felt his eye twitch at yet another change that he had undergone and could only bitterly think, 'well at least I'm not pink as well.'

END FLASHBACK

Harry as he remembered that rather hectic day could help but smirk to himself. He had learned a lot of things since that day. Both about his new form and the world around him; a lot of which he had learned without even having to leave the cave he had found himself in. This was because, unlike what he had first believed when he had fist woken up, this cave wasn't completely empty. In fact, it had many different creatures in it. A lot of which seemed to be eager to help Harry, who for some reason they all believed to be a new born hatchling; an abandon one at that.

Thought his odd coloring and large size did keep a quite a few of them away from Harry; not that Harry could really bring himself to care about that, if that was the way some of them were going to be he would rather be alone anyway. He swore this time around in his life he wouldn't let anyone dedicate how he was going to be or who he was going to be friends with; he would finally be himself this time around and not a puppet to be lead around the nose like he had been.

What Harry had been able to learn, from the braver Pokémon who had not been intimidate by his size, the power he wielded at such a young age, or the very odd color he had been born with had taught Harry about the world he was in, about different Pokémon, which is when Harry found out what he was; a rather oddly colored Dratini. They also made sure that Harry knew all he could about trainers, who were human that captured different Pokémon and lead them to different battles; which apparently was the norm here.

Speaking of battling the Pokémon also made sure that Harry also knew about battling, as well as how to defend himself to some degree; something Harry took to like a fish to water. Though on an odd note, because he didn't want to forget his old world or what it at had taught him Harry had also retaught himself some things; one of which being able to talk in the human tongue again. This was something that made even more Pokémon fear or dislike him seeing as they didn't see it as natural; again Harry really couldn't bring himself to care what those Pokémon thought about him.

At first Harry hated everything he had learned about the Pokémon world, especially the fact that that he was no longer human but a creature of some sort. I mean he had just gotten out of a war why would he want to continue to fight; especially when there seemed to be no real reason for it? And once more be forced to fight at that? But then as time went on and as Harry got used to his new form, he found himself looking forward to it and wanting to learn more of fighting; like the love of fighting was in grated deep within him. This feeling only grew when Harry found that his magic, from his old world, had followed him through into his new form. In fact, Harry was currently trying to figure out how to combine what he knew from his old world with his new one; at least with all the spells he knew. So that he could fight even better in his new form, and have a good surprise ready for anyone that tried to fight him in the future. This lead Harry to where he was now, at the very edge of his cave finally about to leave it and begin to explore the world around him.

A.N- Okay about if Harry gets his human form back. I am going to have him meditate, close to when he is about to evolve. That is when he sees three forms in his mind. One bright one, (Dragonair) that he can almost see completely clearing. A shadowed one (Dragonite,) that looks to be further back than the bright form. Then a very familiar, though shadowed, form that seems to be flicker as if it is unsure it that it is going to stay or disappear. (His human form.) Also I changed Harry from being smaller then usually to having the Kings syndrome on top of being an even weirder shiny because well one he is Harry Potter he is going to stand out and his still has his magic. And two well like I had him mention he was always smallest in his group I want to see him be one of the biggest in this new life.