I do not own HP or Pokemon sadly

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Chapter 1

Only a few days later I received a detailed letter about my job and it also contained some information about what is going going on in the wizarding world. A second letter arrived the day before I was set to leave, informing me about an organization called the Order of the Phoenix and it's secret role in fighting the dark power known as Voldemort that the majority of the wizarding population refused to believe was back, the letter asked if I would consider joining the Order and after a brief debate I agreed. And finally, exactly a week after taking the job Dumbledore had kept his word and came to get me. The old professor appeared with a loud popping sound.

"Are you ready to go Mr. Xavier?"

"Please, just call me Calem, and yes we're ready." I motioned to Marshall and Chris as I spoke.

"You may want to put them in their containers Calem, disapperating with this many passengers could be quite dangerous and they'll feel safer that way."

"Alright then." I did as bid and returned the two to their pokeballs. "Now we're ready." Dumbledore smiled and held out his arm.

"Hold on tight." I grabbed onto his wrist and almost immediately felt like I was being pulled apart, then just as sudden as before my feet were on solid ground and I doubled over, trying not to relive my lunch. "The first time is always the worst." Dumbledore said kindly, patting my back.

"That. Was. Horrible." I gasped out and straightened. Looking around I noticed we were on a street lined with houses, the sky was dark and the light posts were illuminating the sidewalk. "Where are we?"

"Ah, I'll explain in just a moment," He held out a slip of paper. "Please read this and commit it to memory, and please do not speak it aloud." I looked at the scrap of what looked like parchment, instead of regular paper and on it was written Number twelve Grimmauld Place in a neat scrawl. I heard a quiet rumbling and looked up in amazement as the buildings began to stretch, creating another house identical to the others.

"Magic really is real."

"Indeed it is my boy, quickly now, let's get inside." I followed him inside,the interior seemed a little dark and in need of repair, voices could be heard behind a door down the hall. I followed Dumbledore to the end of the hall and waited as he opened the door. Inside was a long table surrounded by people who all looked up as we entered. "Good evening everyone, Alastor I see you and the others are back, is Harry upstairs?" A man with a strange looking eye wearing a trench coat nodded.

"He's upstairs with Granger and the Weasley children. Who is that with you?" Suddenly I was the center of attention, clearing my throat I stood up a little straighter and smiled.

"Hello, my name is Calem Xavier." A plump woman with very red hair stood with a smile and walked towards me.

"Hello dear, my name is Molly Weasley, let's just get you upstairs with the other children until the meeting is finished." Dumbledore laid a gentle hand on her arm.

"No Molly, he will stay down here, this is the new professor and the newest member of the Order."

"But he's just a child Albus!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and others around the table started talking at once, mostly to object against this newest bit of information. After a few minutes I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me," I waited until everyone fell silent before continuing. "While I understand your views I must inform you that I am seventeen and as I understand that is the legal age of wizarding adults. Also, where I come from, at the age of ten you are viewed capable of making your own life choices and most kids leave home. I also am very aware of what is going on in your community thanks to Professor Dumbledore and know what I am getting into, believe me I have faced people with the same views as your Dark Lord and I cannot just sit by and let things happen as they are." I moved forward and sat beside a very thin almost sickly looking man who gave me a welcoming and respectful smile. "Now where were we?" The rooms occupants were stunned silent until the man beside me spoke up.

"I believe we were just discussing what you'll be teaching this year at Hogwarts, and we all wanted to know what a poke-mon was." I smiled and reached down tapping Marshall's pokeball and watched as most of the adults expressions turned to shocked awe.

"It's pronounced po-key-mon and they are friends, pets and faithful partners. Most kids where I'm from start their pokemon adventure at the age of ten where we travel our region catching, battling and bonding with our pokemon. This is Marshall, he's been with me since I started my journey, he's what is known as a Ninetales, though he is not the normal colors of a Ninetales, he's what we call a shiny pokemon."

I answered a few more questions until Mrs. Weasley announced that dinner was ready, I called Marshall back, not wanting possible future students to see him before anyone else.

Hey, so that's the end of chapter 1 to be honest it feels rushed but I wanted to get through this quickly so we could get to Hogwarts but I felt it was necessary to at least write this chapter to explain stuff hehe... sorta. anyway, please review and favorite if you want I promise it'll get better and looked more planned out from here because, well it is