Author's Notes: Yep, here it is. You lot asked for me to make a Harry Potter cross over, so here it is. As for what you can expect from this story… I just want to go on record and say I really do not like Dumbledore, and his methods. And also… what the hell? I just posted the prologue less than an hour ago, and I already got 3 reviews. Is this what being popular is like?

HiddenHero220: That is a sight that scares even Voldemort.

Guisniperman: The funny thing is, with this being Mew and all; she would probably ruin Dumbledore's plans without even knowing there was a plan going on in the first place. And do you honestly think Mew would turn down the Tournament with all you have seen of her in my other stories?

Talkingbirdguy: Take deep breaths, and calm down. Can't have one of my top reviewers having an asthma attack.

Jomama25: That is why I am making this the last add on to my stories list. Five stories is my max, period. I still need to have a life. And also, Harry Potter isn't nearly as long as some of the other things I am writing about, so it won't take as long to write about.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Pokémon/Animal Speech"

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Chapter 1: Its a Mew-gical world out their

High over the city of London, a rip appears in the night sky. From the rip, a spectrum of colors escapes and seep into the night sky, lighting it up for the whole of England to see. And while anyone who was watching the sky as the light show continued, none would see a small pink mass escape from the sky as the rip sealed itself and the lights died down.

"Yes I did it!" Mew cheered as she did flips in the air and headed into London. "A whole new world! A whole new playground!" She flew around and looked at the large city below her, with wonder in her eyes, imagining of what short of new marvels she would find. "Oh, this is going to be so much fu-" She was cut off by a loud gong behind her. Without thinking, she turned around and fired a Shadow Ball at the source of the noise.

Big Ben was now missing one of it's faces.

"Whoops," Mew said, realizing her mistake. Down below she could already hear humans screaming and the sound of the Police coming. "I should…" Mew took off out of the city, not wanting to get people to chase her again in this universe.

Mew continued to fly away from all of the noise of the city, and landed in less crowded area. She landed on an empty street of a neighborhood.

'Well that was interesting,' Mew thought to herself as she walked on the asphalt. 'How was I supposed to know they had a tower that made noises?' She defended herself. With all thought of fault no longer on her, she actually looked around where she landed. And it was boring.

'Nothing to do here…' Mew thought sadly, but spotted a black cat on a sidewalk nearby. 'And what is that? Some kind of weird looking Pokémon?' She hopped off the road and went to go talk to the cat.

"Hello there," Mew greeted the cat, but only received a stare from it. "Is there anything fun to do around?" Once again nothing. "Got a name?" Nothing. "Do you even speak?" Still nothing.

Sighing in resignation that she found a boring place she just sat on the curb, wondering if she should try finding another universe. But her plans for leaving were interrupted when she noticed a very old human coming down the street.

The old man suddenly stops near the end of the street and takes out a small piece of metal and sucks in all the light out of the street lights, and into the little thing. Before Mew could get a good look at what the old man had, he put it away.

As the man approaches, the cat next to her makes a garbled noise of the animal language, with no specific mean or understanding. "Meow."

That meow drew the old man's attention to the two cats, and more specifically the black one.

"I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall," The old man spoke to the cat, adding on to Mew's confusion of the situation.

Mew looked back at the cat, and saw its form begin to change, into an old woman in green clothing.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall greeted. "Are the rumors true, Albus?"

'What is going on?' Mew thought in confusion. 'Are humans here magical? Wait… magical humans…' A grin appears on her face. 'I can deal with that.' With this knowledge now know, she paid close attention to the two before her.

"I'm afraid so, Professor," Dumbledore continued. "The good, and the bad."

"And the boy?" McGonagall had to ask.

"Hagrid is bringing him," At that comment, McGonagall got slightly worried.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor," Dumbledore gave her a small smile. "I would trust Hagrid with my life." He ended the conversation just as the sound of a loud motor could be heard coming down the street. The three there all turned to look as a motorcycle flew down from the sky, and landed on the ground where it skidded along the road till it stopped.

Mew watched as the largest human she has ever seen step off the motorcycle and approach them.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir," The giant greeted before turning to the other. "Professor McGonagall," And turned to look at Mew. "Is that one of Figg's?"

Dumbledore looked where Hagrid gestured, and stared at Mew for a moment before turning back to the giant. "Yes, I think that should be one of her kneazles, and I trust you had no problems, Hagrid?"

'A kneazles,' Mew repeated in her head. 'Should I be offended by that?' She wondered as she looked at the old man closely.

"No, sir," Hagrid continued. "Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol, and did you see that light show earlier? Some wizards really should be more careful with their magic." He commented as he pulled a young baby from his jacket, bundled in a blanket and handed it to Dumbledore.

The sight of the child drew Mew's immediate attention. She was the mother of all Pokémon, so she tended to be drawn towards children, and only revealed herself to them. Adults tended to try to capture her on sight, while children have always been a joy to play with.

"Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people?" McGonagall asked, putting Mew on edge. "I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are-" She was cut off.

"The only family he has," Dumbledore told her as he leaded them to a nearby house. Mew followed them from the shadows to hear more about what was happening.

"This boy will be famous," McGonagall added, trying to bring up her argument again. "There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name."

"Exactly," Dumbledore said, and turning the point against her. "He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready." The four of them had reached the door of the house, and places the baby on the door step, and a letter with it. "Good luck… Harry Potter." He said as he turned away.

Mew continued to watch as the other humans turned and left the child alone on the doorstep, and she didn't like it one bit.

'I don't like this one bit,' Mew thought to herself as she looked at Dumbledore's retreating from. Without a second thought Mew used Mind Reader on the human for only a second, and that was all she need. She watched as the human suddenly look around quickly, like he felt her mind intrusion, but bushed it off as nothing.

It was only by Mew's mercy she didn't send the man to the Distorted World… yet.

'Why that no good Muk of a human,' Mew swore to herself, and looked back to where Harry laid. 'I am, in no way going to allow a child to be used as a sacrificial pawn,' she glared back at where Dumbledore left, before walking over to Harry.

She looked down at the sleeping baby before her, and at the door behind her. "Sorry, but I'm taking him," She said as she teleported away, taking Harry with her.

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Mew and Harry reappeared in a forest, far away from any other humans.

"Alright then!" Mew suddenly spoke to herself, breaking the silence of forest. "Now then… How to take care of a human child…" She looked down at Harry before realizing, she never had to raise a human child before. "Um… Okay then…" Mew looked above her, and summoned some of her powers to create.

28 flashed of light appeared before her in a rapidly, leaving behind familiar shapes

"Hello my Unown," Mew greeted her Pokémon as they all stared at her. "Welcome to my new world… and now with that out of the way go gather all the information you can, especially child care." She ordered them, and with a sound of acknowledgement they all flew away in random directions. "Good, good. Now time for something the human… Harry? Yeah, Harry can live in."

And with that thought, 5 more flashes filled the filled the forest, leave two Machops, two Machokes, and a Machamp.

"Hello all, I need you to building something for me," The five fighting Pokémon looked surprised to see Mew, but grew excited at the comment of 'building'. "I need you to build a home for myself and my young human. You have plenty of wood from the trees, and stones in the nearby mountain, so just tell me what tools you need and you will have them."

"Aye, Mew!" The fighting Pokémon called out, and got to work quickly. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for them, they were going to go all out.

"This is going to be some fun," Mew smiled as she watched them work. She glances down at Harry's still sleeping form. "Oh yes, so much fun."

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(11 years later)

"Mew! Mew!" Harry came running out of their four story mansion and pass the garden, to their pool where Mew was floating on raft. "It finally came!" He shouted happily, causing Mew to turn over to look at him.

"What came, Harry?" Mew asked as she stretched lazily on her raft, before floating over to Harry.

"The letters came!" Harry plucked her from the air with a hug. "It worked! It actually worked!" He spun around.

"I told you, Harry," Mew answered with a mischievous smile. "The Unown can do many wonderful things if asked nicely." She said as she took one of the letters from his hand, and made Harry let her go. "Now let's see what we got." She looked over the letter, and read the address aloud. "Miss M. Pokémon. Pokémon Mansion, Wales."

"Mr. H. Potter," Harry read his letter, excitement in his voice. "Pokémon Mansion, Wales. " He ripped open his envelop and began to read the inside out loud, while Mew read her silently along.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards

Dear Mr. Potter/Miss. Pokémon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

After that, the rest was a lite of supplies that they needed, but they would care about that later.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Harry chanted happily, and picked Mew up into a hug again. "What do you think we can do first to Dumbledore? Do you think we could have some Squirtles flood his office? Or maybe have some Koffings float around till it is full of smog? Or-" He was stopped when Mew covered his mouth with her tail.

"All in due time," Mew smiled at him.

The past 11 years had been a good deal of fun for Mew in raising Harry, the boy had become a little Pichu of energy, and took after her love of fun. Oh, but the number of times she had to save his hide from messing with Granados in her lake, or the Salamances in her mountains to have fun have becoming hard to keep track of. And yet Mew encouraged him to try again, believing it all to be good fun and entertainment.

Of course, Harry's tutor disagreed with her, believing it to be far too reckless and could greatly harm the boy. But what did an Alakazam know about fun? They spend their times reading books and bending spoons.

And while Harry never really saw Mew as a mother, but more of a big sister, she was perfectly fine with that. To her, all that meant is that she didn't have to be the overly responsible one anymore.

"So, can we go get our stuff?" Harry asked, bouncing on his toes. "Come on, can we?"

"Sure, one moment let me change first," Mew joked as she suddenly shifted to a young pink-haired girl in a dark blue robe. "Alright, lets go." She smiled as she grabbed Harry's arm and teleported away.

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Mew and Harry reappear in a place that has become all too familiar to them after the years.

"Ah, it looks like two of our best customers are here," Gambol nudged his partner, Japes. "What can I do for you today Mew and James? Here for some more No-Heat Fireworks or are you here for some Tongue Tangles?" The jokester asked.

"Sorry, none today," Mew apologies as she dragged Harry from the joke shop. "Might stop by later, we got accepted to Hogwarts!" She yelled back at them as they exited the store, and to the busy street.

All around them was the hustle and bustle of the wonderful Diagon Alley, and parents dragging their kids around to get them their school supplies for the coming year.

"Now let's see… What did we need again?" Mew asked Harry, and the boy looked at the letter still in his hand.

"We need some robes, a pointed hat, protective gloves, a winder clo-" He was cut off with Mew's hand waving.

"Come on Harry," She playfully scowls at him. "What is something I can't already make?"

Harry laughed at his joke and shook his head in agreement. "We need to get some book at Flourish and Blotts." He pointed at the shop down the way. "Also a wand and a pet" He finished off.

"Alright easy enough," Mew said, and began to drag Harry around the shops to pick up all their needed supplies before stopping at one odd store, with an equally odd man inside.

"Hello Ollivander!" Mew and Harry greeted to the man behind the counter. "It is finally the day," Harry finished for them.

"Ah, splendid!" Ollivander spoke happily as he approached the two, specifically Mew. "I have been waiting five years to find the right wand for you, cause every time you come here-"

"The wands sing to you," Mew finished his usual statement, and grinned back at the man. "Now, let the wait end, bring me a wand."

Ollivander ended up testing wands on both of them for nearly half an hour for one of them to actually get somewhere. Harry got his wand first, an eleven inch holly with a phoenix feather. Ollivander made a mumbled comment about the wand that neither of them could hear as he was still rushing about to find Mew a wand. She was much more difficult.

Every wand that Ollivander had given Mew, up to that point, had been reduced to splinters every time she held it.

It was after a whole hour of wand testing that Ollivander had to throw in the towel.

"I can't do it!" Ollivander said in despair. "I can't find a wand to work for you Mew. After over 50 years of perfect service, I have failed!"

"Why don't they work well with me?" Mew asked, throwing away the remains of the last wands into the pile of splinters.

"It's not the wands' fault they can't work," Ollivander said, and looked at her sadly. "The wands just can't handle the amount of magic you put into it."

"Oh," Mew pondered it over before turning to leave with Harry. "It is alright, I'm sure I can make something later," She called out as she and Harry teleported away back home to plan their school year.