A.N.: What up you guys? It's me, with the newest episode of Harry Potter and the Pokémon Adventure: Kalos. I was suddenly hit with inspiration out of the blue, plus I finally found the last episode of Season 16, so I just had to start writing. I really hope you like it, although it may be a little bit rushed since I wanted to post it today. I mostly corrected some grammar mistakes for the first part of the chapter, but there is some new stuff that I changed in the dialogue. I also wanted to add a little bit more to this chapter, but with the last sentence being like it is, I just didn't know how to do that. But anyways, enjoy!

(Story START!)

"Mr. Mime, the Barrier Pokémon"-Normal Speech

'Mr. Mime, the Barrier Pokémon'-Telepathy/Pokémon Speech

"Mr. Mime, the Barrier Pokémon"- Thoughts

'Where am I?' Was Harry's first thought as he blinked through the blinding light. His cupboard never got this much light, so where could he be?

He began feeling around for his glasses and found them on a nearby nightstand. He frowned. 'These aren't my glasses.'

His glasses were wire rimmed, but by the feel of these, they were plastic. Regardless, he slipped them on and was surprised at how well they worked. 'They work better than my other pair!'

Now able to see, he glanced around the room. It was a simple room. The bed was made of dark wood and had red sheets. The floors were made of hardwood and the walls seemed to be made similarly. The curtains, which were open, were red as well.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice exclaimed. Harry flinched, and looked to his left to see a woman, roughly thirty five, sitting in an armchair, a book in her lap. She stood and walked over to Harry's bed, sitting down on the end of it.

"W-Who are you?" Harry asked. "And where am I?"

"My name is Mrs. Ketchum, but you can call me Delia," the woman introduced herself. "And you're at my house in Pallet Town, in the Kanto Region."

"I'm Harry Potter," the raven-haired boy said. "But I've never heard of this place. Is it in England?"

"England?" the woman asked in confusion. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Surrey, England, United Kingdom," Harry replied. At Mrs. Ketchum's blank look, he tried elaborating. "It's right by London." He then remembered the incident from the night before. "There was this strange creature that kept saying 'Mew' over and over again. Does that mean anything to you? Because I think it brought me here."

Delia nodded. "Yes, Mew did bring you here," she confirmed. Her face hardened. "You were in terrible condition as well. Mew healed your wounds, but it couldn't do anything about the scars. From what I saw, you appeared to be suffering from abuse and malnutrition. Tell me, Harry. Were you abused?"

Harry looked away, which was all that Delia needed.

"I see," she muttered. "Well, Mew is a very powerful Pokémon, who knows where it got you from…"

"So, you've never heard of England?" Harry asked weakly. Mrs. Ketchum shook her head.

"Well, you can stay here for as long as you like, Harry," Delia offered, seeing a hopeless expression growing on the boy's face. "I have a son that's about your age, though he'll be coming back from his Pokémon journey soon…"

"You keep saying that word," Harry observed. "Pokémon. What does that mean?"

The woman looked aghast. "You don't know what Pokémon are?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "No clue whatsoever?"

"No," Harry said in confusion. "Should I?"

Mrs. Ketchum slowly sat down at the foot of Harry's bed. "You don't know what Pokémon are…" she muttered. "Harry, Pokémon are creatures that inhabit every corner of the world."

"You mean like animals?" Harry asked.

"Somewhat," Delia replied. "Though normal animals are only seen few and far between, Pokémon are much more common. I suppose you could say they are animals, but with super powers."

"Okay, what?" Harry asked in confusion. "Animals with super powers?"

Mrs. Ketchum nodded. "Mimey, would you please come in here?" She called out.

Harry watched in awe as a humanoid Pokémon came into the room. It was pink and white, and its arms were connected to its body via reddish spheres, and it had blue horns growing from its head. It was also wearing a green apron and holding a broom.

"Ah, so the young boy is awake, is he? That's good to know. I was starting to get worried." Mr. Mime said. That was what Harry heard. Delia, however, heard variations of Mr. Mime's species.

"Hello, Mr. Mime," Harry said with a smile.

"Hello." the Barrier Pokémon exclaimed as it started to come closer.

"It seems he likes you," Mrs. Ketchum said with a smile. "Tell me, how old are you, Harry?"

"I'll be ten next month," Harry replied. "Why?"

"Well it seems that until we can figure out a way to get you back home, you're stuck here," Delia answered. "And I know I wouldn't want to be cooped up here all the time if I was younger. Every ten year old has the chance to obtain their Pokémon license. This allows them to own Pokémon and go on a journey to learn more about the world. Usually this is in the form of Pokémon Training, in which people raise Pokémon to battle competitively and challenge the Pokémon League. But my son Ash has friends that are Coordinators, which are people that put on performances with their Pokémon by making routines using the moves that the Pokémon know."

"And you're going to let me go?" Harry asked in amazement.

"Every ten year old has the right, Harry," Mrs. Ketchum said. "I can't force you to go, or keep you from going. But if you do go, I want you to go with Ash so he can watch over you."

Harry then frowned. "But I don't have any money or anything…"

Delia smiled. "I could help you there,"

"No, I couldn't," Harry refused. "I couldn't freeload off of you."

The woman looked thoughtful. "Then how about this?" she said finally. "I have a neighbor named Professor Oak who studies Pokémon. If you ask politely, then he may let you be his assistant until Ash gets back."

"All right," Harry agreed.

"Good," Delia smiled. "Now I'll find you some better clothes. The ones you're wearing are much too ragged. Then we can go over there."

"That would be nice." Harry smiled, as Delia started to get up off of the bed.

"Oh, and before I forget, Mew left you some things. You must be pretty special if you got presents from Mew." She said with a big grin on her face, making Harry blush as the kind woman left the room. She came back several minutes later with a new outfit leaving Harry to get dressed with Mimey to watch him.

After pulling the new clothes on, Harry looked into the mirror. He was now wearing a plain white tee shirt underneath a zipped up blackish-gray jacket. He also wore dark black pants with some gray socks, and some black tennis shoes with dark blue accents.

"What do you think?" Harry asked Mimey, who was sitting on the bed.

"I think that makes you look good, young man!" He said enthusiastically.

"Well then, let's go!" he said as the Mr. Mime grabbed his hand. He turned around and opened the door to the hallway… and this new world.