Disclaimer: Still own nothing, just using other peoples ideas for my own sick and twisted ends.

Warnings: None aside from a couple of bad words.

PokéPotter

Chapter Two – Journeys Start, Journeys End

"Excuse me? Professor Oak?" Kendra called into the seemingly empty lab. "Hello?"

"Just a minute!" was shouted back followed by several more yells of "No! Muk no!"

After a final "Muuuuk uk uk!" a door burst open and the rather frazzled form of Professor Oak dashed through before slamming the door shut and leaning against it with a deep sigh. Kendra noticed that his normally white lab coat was stained purple in most places and a purple blob of something was hanging from one of his spikes of grey hair.

"Professor Oak?" she asked, "Everything ok?"

Oak looked up and spotted Kendra, taking in her appearance with a practised eye. Her feet were clad in a sturdy pair of black and grey hiking boots that would have looked fresh out of the box if it wasn't for the fine sprinkling of road dust over them. She was wearing a pair of clean looking dark blue stonewashed jeans that were covered in pockets, some of which were obviously empty while others held things. Her stomach and chest were covered by a white t-shirt which had a picture of a Great Ball in the center that could just be seen between the open front of a warm and comfortable looking black denim jacket that ended just a few inches past her hips. On her shoulders rested a large red backpack with many pockets, on top of which was a rolled up sleeping bag and what looked to be a single person tent was secured to the bottom. Her pale purple shoulder length hair was pulled away from her face and into a messy Ponyta tail by a thick red hairband. As she shifted her weight slightly her jacket opened a little more to reveal two Pokéball's clipped to her belt, one of which had a small green leaf painted just above the central ring. Everything about her, except her age that he estimated to be in the late teens, screamed 'new trainer'.

"Good evening Miss...?" Oak trailed off.

"Deen, Kendra Deen." she answered, walking forward and holding out a hand.

"Ah, Good evening Miss Deen. Yes everything is fine, thank you for asking. A Muk I look after was in a very excitable mood today is all." Oak answered while wiping a hand on a clean part of his lab coat before shaking Kendra's. "Are you related to Sue and Stu Deen over in Threefalls?"

"My grandparents, sir."

"Ah of course! You're Sam's little girl!" Oak exclaimed then grinned when Kendra nodded. "How is your father? His Breeding Center still going ok?"

"Oh he's fine." she replied, "Actually he's more than fine. He was recently able to get a pair of Dragonite to breed. Ever since he's been nearly bouncing off the walls."

"Has he now?" Oak said with a raised eyebrow, "Fascinating! I shall have to take a trip up to Threefalls and take a look. It's not often Dragonite are seen and to get them to breed..." he trailed off with a far away look in his eyes.

Kendra allowed him a minute to his thoughts before giving a light cough to bring him back to the here and now. "Professor? I was hoping I could sign up for the League? Sign up closes today, in a few hours actually..." she trailed off.

"Oh yes, of course." the Pokémon Professor said and walked over to a computer. "Following in your fathers footsteps I see. He was a great trainer back in the day, I suppose that's what helped him to create such a successful Breeding Center. Though I suppose breeding Pokémon is in your family's blood, it was your Great-Great Grandfather who started the Goldeen Breeding Pools wasn't it?"

"Great-Great-Great actually Professor." Kendra answered as he tapped away at the computer. "It's where our last name came from."

"Of course, of course." Oak said with a smile, "I should have caught that as soon as you introduced yourself." he looked at her belt. "I suppose it was your father who gave you your starter Pokémon?" Oak asked as he gestured to where he two Pokémon were secured.

"Yes Professor. A Bulbasaur."

"Bulbasaur? A good choice." he said while nodding and typing more information into the computer. "And the second ball? Oh, please look into this camera so I can get a photo for your ID."

"A Pidgey attacked me on my way here this morning." Kendra answered as she looked into the camera.

Oak nodded and then stood up from the computer, pulling a red object Kendra identified as a Pokédex from a slot in the desk.

"All done." Oak said with a smile as he handed over the Pokédex.

Kendra took the offered item with a huge grin. Her very own Pokédex! She flipped it open to reveal the screen inside and pressed a button to bring up her ID information.

Trainer ID No.: 6069530
Name:
Kendra Deen
Age:
18
Hometown:
Threefalls, Kanto
No. Of Pokémon:
2
League:
Indigo
Badges: 0

The information sat next to the picture of her that Oak had just taken, "Not a bad one for once." she thought. She flipped the Pokédex closed and slid it into her jacket's inside pocket.

"Thank you Professor!" she grinned.

"No problem at all." he replied, "Now if you don't mind, may I take a look at your Pokémon?"

In answer she unclipped the Pokéball's from her belt and pressed the central button to unshrink them before throwing them forward and calling "Bulbasaur, Pidgey, come on out."

The Pokéball's flew forward before they split open and a swirl of light shot from both before forming into her Bulbasaur and Pidgey, the latter flew around for a second before settling onto her shoulder. The Pokéball's flew back to her hands and she tucked them away in her jacket.

"No hard feelings I see." she said as she stroked her hand over Pidgey's soft feathers.

"Idg!" the small flying Pokémon agreed.

She looked over to the Professor who was on his knees examining, and being examined by, her Bulbasaur.

"A very fine Bulbasaur you have here." Oak said with a smile. "I'm sure you two will get along famously."

"Saur!" agreed the squat green Pokémon.


Lights flashed by in all colours, shapes and sizes. There was only the sound of his own heartbeat, loud in his ears, and the low rushing of wind. Despite the sound being so quiet he got the feeling that he was travelling extremely fast, faster than his Firebolt could move.

He was still facing backwards, only able to see where he was coming from and not where he was going to, unable to move from the position he had entered the Veil in. And as ever he felt something pulling him backwards.

He had tried to talk to whatever it was that was pulling him along. He tried asking where he was, where he was going and why whatever was pulling him had saved him. His only reply, if you could call it that, was what he thought to be the soft mewing of a cat.

And still he was pulled ever onwards, heading into the unknown.


"Ok Bulbasaur, lift these rocks with a Vine Whip." Kendra said, pointing to a large pile of rocks mostly the size of her head. "Move the whole pile over there." she pointed a few meters to her left.

"Bulba?" her Pokémon questioned and tilted her somewhat toad-like head to the side.

"It will help your vines grow stronger." Kendra explained. "We can't always go and find some poor wild Pokémon to battle, training like this is important as well."

"Saur." was her answer. Two vines snaked out from under the large green bulb on her Bulbasaur's back and wrapped around a rock at the top of the pile, lifting it up and moving it to where Kendra had pointed before dropping it and moving back to snake around the next one."

"Good girl." Kendra praised before turning to Pidgey. "Ok boy, lets start you on something as well."

"Pidgey!" came the enthusiastic reply.

"Lets see," Kendra thought to herself for a minute, "Well, seeing as you're a flying Pokémon and one of your best attacks for the moment is Gust, we should work on getting your flight muscles toned up."

"Idg idg gey Pidge!" exclaimed the small bird as he dropped over to the pile of rocks Bulbasaur was currently moving around. He grabbed a rock about the size of Kendra's fist in his talons then flew back towards Kendra with it, flapping his wings much harder than he did to get to the rock.

"Good idea!," she looked around the clearing she had set up camp in, "How about you fly from here to that big Elm tree and back ten times, then come have a rest?" she suggested while pointing to a large tree about 20 meters away.

"Pidgey!" and with that the little bird took off with his rock.

Kendra decided to get some food ready for them all and moved over to her tent, pulling out her backpack and getting started on preparing the food for her and her Pokémon. As she did she thought about what she was going to do for the next few days.

After leaving Professor Oak's lab two days ago she had set out west from Pallet Town instead of North like most trainers chose to do. She wanted to explore the hills and small woodlands and get some training with her Pokémon done, maybe even capture some more. She had seen several Rattata, a small flock of Spearow and even saw a battle between two trainers, though they were a long way off and she didn't go over to them. Despite seeing plenty of Pokémon none had stayed around long enough for her to battle.

Last night a storm had forced her to set up camp here instead of continuing another mile to the large yet gymless town of Bluerock and today she figured it would be a nice spot to get some training done.

She looked up as her exhausted Pidgey landed on a log next to her, dropping his rock at her feet, and gave a tired sounding chirp.

"You did really well Pidgey," she said as she stroked his crest feathers, "Have some food then a nap."

She looked up to check on her Bulbasaur and saw only two more rocks to be moved. She watched as the last two were carefully placed at the top of the pile then called out to her first Pokémon.

"Good job Bulbasaur!"

"Bulba Bulb!" came back from the sweaty looking Pokémon.

"Come have a rest." Kendra said and poured out some food into a dish for her Bulbasaur. "We'll rest you two up for a few hours then you can walk, and fly, with me into town. I'm sure the trip there will do you good. Sitting in your 'balls all the time wont help you grow stronger."

With that, they all tucked into their food.


Things had changed now. He was no longer being pulled backwards, but downwards as well. The lights had also changed, going from large blobs of different colours to small pinpricks of white and blue. At first he thought they were stars, but they seemed to move around far too much. Swirling and dancing around and around.

Something changed again. The light all around him was growing brighter, almost blinding. Soon he could see nothing but whiteness.

The feeling of being pulled changed. It was now almost like he was falling, falling, falling...He hit something hard and his world turn black.


Kendra yawned as she walked out of the Bluerock Pokémon Center and made her way through the streets towards the edge of town. She had decided to get an early start and head out towards Viridian City and then the Forest beyond it. After that it was on to Pewter City and the first Pokémon Gym where she could hopefully earn her first badge. But before she could do that it was a 2 day walk to Viridian City then 2 or 3 days through the Forest and another day's walk on to Pewter. Adding in the training she wanted to do with Bulbasaur and Pidgey and that she was hoping to catch at least one new Pokémon on her way and she was looking at maybe 4 days until Viridian City.

She had thought about spending more time in Bluerock but there didn't seem much point. There were no places to train her Pokémon inside the town limits and nothing but shops and entertainment in the town it's self. After arriving in the town the previous afternoon she had headed straight for the Pokécenter to get her Pokémon checked over. She then spent the evening looking in a few of the near by shops and replenishing her food supplies, called her mother to let her know how she was doing and then returned to the Pokécenter to turn in for the night.

She thought it was a much better idea to leave the town and move on to Viridian, training and maybe catching a Pokémon or two along the way. She started humming to herself as she passed the sign welcoming people to the town.

"Today," she firmly said to herself, "Is going to be a good day."

Shame she wasn't right about that.


He wasn't sure when he woke up or when he opened his eyes, but he did know it was some time before he returned to awareness. He had been laying on his back in a small clearing watching the crescent moon slowly drift across the inky black sky, no thoughts entering his head and his only movement came from his chest as it slowly rose and fell with each quiet breath. It wasn't until the sky started growing lighter and the stars began to fade from view that thought returned to him.

It started with the realisation that he wasn't being slowly roasted over the Devils barque pit and he was in fact quite cold.

"I'm not dead." he muttered, blinking slowly. "Or, I don't think I am."

Still laying in the grass and staring up at the brightening sky he raised a hand to his neck and felt for a pulse.

"Not dead. I should be dead." he frowned, "Bollocks."

Having prepared himself for his own death and gotten quite used to the idea, finding himself alive was rather annoying. He wanted to see his parents, Hermione, other lost friends and comrades. He didn't want to deal with manipulative old men, screaming fangirls and all round bullshit associated with being Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Is-Hyphenated' Potter.

Then he remembered being pulled to safety, being pulled by something through...somewhere. The lights and...falling...If he wasn't dead then where had he been pulled to?

His musing was cut short when the wind blew and Harry made a rather annoying, and worrying, discovery.

"Why in the name of Circes' frilly pink grannypants am I naked?" he growled. This wasn't the best position for him to be in, though he was happy to note that the injury's he gained during the recent fight with Voldemort's boot lickers were nothing more than pink scars and almost faded bruises. With how the Wizarding world treated him on a good day, wandering around naked just after defeating Voldemort would probably get him raped by most of the witches in magical England, and likely a sizeable chunk of the wizards as well.

"Oh crap." he muttered, as along with his clothes his wand (the wooden one used to cast spells) was missing.

"Accio Wand!" he commanded, holding his hand out. Nothing happened. The summoning charm was the only spell he was able to do without a wand so there was no chance of transfiguring a few twigs into clothes without his wand. "Not good." he grumbled to himself. Looking around he realised he had no idea where he was.

"Ok, can't apparate home without knowing where I'm apparating from, I could be in Australia for all I know." The wind blew again, making Harry shiver and wrap his arms around his bare chest. "Well stuff this. It's cold, I'm tired and I have no idea where I am." he thought for a second, trying to decide if he had the energy for what he was planning. Another gust of cold wind swirling around his wand (the fleshy one used to cast Cumus Alottus) made his mind up for him. With a nod he declared, "Time for Shaggy!"

Shaggy was the name given to his animagus form by Remus and Hermione. As soon as he completed his animagus transformation for the first time, Remus (who had helped teach him) said that his messy hair had translated over into shaggy fur. This set Hermione giggling and spluttering about how it would be the perfect name for him. Remus agreed simply because it sounded silly and Harry would probably hate it, Remus was a Marauder after all and rule 3 in the Marauder's Guide to being a Marauder was your fellow Marauders are not exempt from being pranked.

Before Harry was able to do anything, Remus had added his name to the Marauder's Map (wiping off Wormtail's in the process) and his fate had been sealed. He was now Shaggy, the oversized, all black, emerald eyed Timber Wolf. Hermione later commented that the name suited him in more ways than one. Seeing as he had just shagged her silly for the fourth time in a row he was inclined to agree.

Thus, Harry rolled onto his belly and started the transformation from Human to Wolf. As he had only been an animagus for a couple of months he was still slow, but thirty seconds later a large black wolf stood where a slightly scrawny young man had just been laying. One second after that his world exploded into burning pain and everything dissolved into the pitch black oblivion of unconsciousness.

Again.


AN: Chapter two all done. What does everyone think? Pretty sure most of you should have a good guess as to what's going to be happening, hope it doesn't disappoint many of you.

I was asked what series/game I'm basing this fic around and figured I should answer for everyone. The main focus of the story is going to be in the Kanto region which is where Red-Blue-Yellow-FireRed-LeafGreen was set along with the first series of the Anime. Elements from the other games/series will pop up, the Pokénav for example. There might even be one or two trainers from another region with some different Pokémon, mostly you'll be seeing Pokémon from the original 151 set. If the fic goes long enough or I end up writing a sequel then I might move on to the Johto region, which is where Gold-Silver-Crystal-HeartGold-SoulSilver and the later series where set. That's a long way off though.

Something I'm wondering about, should I have Kendra give nicknames to her Pokémon or should I just use their names? PM or review with your opinion and/or suggestions for names for her Pidgey and/or Bulbasaur.

As always, reviews are welcome. I also set up the forum if anyone feels like talking on there. First fight is next chapter. Be there or be...not there. Thanks to those who left a review for Chapter 1.