Harry Potter and the Pokemon Solution

by yamiduke13

When Harry was four, he was kidnapped. Fortunately he ended up in the world of Pokemon. Unfortunately, now he's back and has to go to Hogwarts. Now Harry has all these people telling him that pokemon don't exist, even though he keeps trying to prove them wrong. Independent Harry and manipulative Dumbledore. Possibly some bashing.

3. Chapter 3

AN: We do not own Harry Potter or Pokemon. So for each new chapter hotdogfish will write a flashback to Damien's life in the Pokemon universe. This chapter was huge, do not expect them all to be this big haha. I hope you all enjoy it.

Simon marched into the Police Station in Fortree City. His mightyena, Nora, followed closely behind him, with the kid he'd found en-route on Nora's back. He'd started calling him Damien, mostly because there was no way he was going to call him 'boy', or that other name he said he sometimes got called.

"Officer...Redthorn," Simon said, reading the nameplate on the desk, "I found this kid in the middle of Route 119...um, help?"

Redthorn gave Damien a look over, noting the too large clothes, his skinny frame and...was that blood on his shoes?

"Was there anyone with him?" Redthorn asked

"No, my mightyena found him curled up under a tree. He was covered in blood though, and we followed his tracks and found what looked like a decapitated cultist." Simon replied

Redthorn's eyes narrowed; this dead 'cultist' would have to be investigated, but this kid needed to be dealt with now.

"D'ya have a name, kid?" He asked Damien, who visibly flinched at being addressed by the large man.

"Um, Boy." Damien replied, at barely more than a whisper, "He's been calling me Damien, though."

The officer tried not to show his annoyance. Child abuse was very rare in Hoenn, and this was either an elaborate prank, or this poor kid was one of those few cases. Still, it would be either unprofessional get pissed at a bunch of kids, or this was the real deal and any show of anger would likely scare the kid even more.

"Do you have another name?" he asked.

"My Aunt and Uncle sometimes called me Freak."

"Do you live with your Aunt and Uncle?" Redthorn asked, knowing he was starting to sound angry

Damien clenched his fingers in Nora's fur and managed a slight nod, hoping the mightyena was scary-looking enough that the man wouldn't want to hit him.

"It's okay, Damien, he's not angry at you." Simon quietly told him, crouching down so he was at Damien's eye level, but refrained from putting a hand on his shoulder; it had only gotten worse the last time he'd tried that.

"He's not?" Damien asked, sounding as though such an idea was beyond his comprehension.

"No I'm not." Redthorn reassured him, "I'm angry at your Aunt and Uncle because they haven't been nice to you. How about I call down Officer Jones? She would like to talk to you about your Aunt and Uncle so that we can stop them from being mean to you."

To both Simon's and the officer's surprise, this didn't reassure Damien at all.

"But Uncle Vernon will say I lied and then hit me and put me in my cupboard!" When Damien finished, he slapped his hands over his mouth; he wasn't supposed to tell people about his cupboard.

"Your Uncle Vernon must be forgetting we can tell if people are lying. And if he does lie to us, then he's going to be in big trouble." Redthorn said

Damien nodded in reply, but didn't look much happier and had yet to take his hands off his mouth.

Officer Redthorn smiled gently at him, then pushed the call button for Officer Jones. He quickly filled her in to the situation and asked her to come down to the main lobby.

"She'll be here in a few minutes, feel free to have a seat while you wait."

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Dumbledore released a breath before he knocked on the door and waited patiently. When there had been no answer or sound from inside for a minute or so, he frowned. He knocked once more before entering the room and the blue sparkling eyes widened slightly. Nothing, Harry was not there; the wizened old wizard did a quick scan of the room and had seen that the boys pack was missing as well as his strange animals. He thanked all of his experience working with teenage wizards and witches that he managed to keep his composure, but it was a very close thing.

He stepped back out of the room and shut the door with a sigh. He took a moment to just breathe, making sure that all of his worry was kept locked inside. He couldn't allow young Harry to disappear again, he just couldn't. He turned to face the portrait hanging across from the wall and smiled at the tittering old ladies having tea.

"Good morning ladies, I was wondering if you had happened to see a young boy emerge from this room earlier today," he asked politely and was rewarded with warm smiles from the women.

"As a matter of fact we did headmaster, he was awake remarkably early," one said and another nodded with a smile.

"He went that way with some kind of dog," another said and pointed down the hall, the first lady released a huff.

"No breed of dog I've ever seen," she muttered and Dumbledore thanked them with another smile before hurrying down the hall.

Of course, he immediately encountered difficulty. After all Hogwarts is huge and, headmaster or not, there was just too many different paths Harry could have taken.

"Ah, good morning Headmaster," he heard from behind him and through years of practice held back a jump. He turned with a kind smile to see the Fat Friar floating behind him.

"Good morning, Fat Friar," he responded with a smile. "I was wondering if you could answer a question for me?"

The ghost had fairly beamed at the suggestion and nodded his head immediately.

"Ask away Dumbledore, if I can help, I shall."

"Excellent, my good man. I was hoping you might have seen a young boy this morning; rather untidy black hair and with strange dog by his side."

"I did actually. A very happy, cheerful lad, if a bit odd. Though, he seemed quite disappointed when he threw a ball at me and it went right through." The ghost didn't seem upset in the slightest that Harry had thrown stuff at him.

"After that, I believe he went off in the direction of the dungeons."

Dumbledore resisted releasing a groan, he did not want Harry Potter's first meeting with a Hogwarts' teacher to be Professor Snape, and instead just smiled at the spectre who had seemed delighted to be able to help.

"Thank you."

He nodded once more at the ghost before heading in the direction of the dungeons.

He had spent some time searching for the boy before giving up. Hogwarts was just too large for him to do it by himself. He decided the best idea would be to head to the Great Hall; after all he would be able to get some breakfast and rope some of the professors into helping him search.

He arrived at the Great Hall to see that some professors were already there, and he took his usual seat next to Minerva. Dumbledore started piling his plate with toast, eggs and sausage as he pondered how to tell them he'd lost Harry Potter again, without it sounding like it was his fault.

Some other professors arrived as he mused over his dilemma. Luckily for him, he didn't have to say anything at all because, suddenly, the object of his thoughts walked through the Great Hall's doors, accompanied by a large, catlike creature with a strange mix of black, blue and orange fur.

"See, I told you we could find the food," Damien told it triumphantly, before striding up to the head table. The cat creature seemed to feel the need to walk on top of the house tables, so it was probably a good thing that the school year had not yet started.

"Albus, who is that?" Minerva murmured quietly and Dumbledore turned his head to glance at her.

Before he could answer her; Damien waved at them and plopped himself in the first open seat, which put him next to Hagrid, at the end of the table. Within seconds he had his plate piled high with food, and had grabbed another plate and started filling that from a platter of kippers.

"Here Bolt, have some...well, they look like small remoraid. But I'm sure you'll like them." Damien told his cat, before placing the plate on the ground. Bolt started eating with them with gusto, apparently not put off by the remoraid's strange appearance.

Dumbledore released a small relieved sigh at having Harry back within his sight before turning back to Minerva.

"Allow me to introduce Harry Potter."

From the end of the table he heard a huge, annoyed sigh and turned back to see Harry giving him a look.

"Dude, I told you. I am not this stupid Harry Potter person. My name is Damien Koch and I would appreciate it if you would use it," he said, slightly annoyed, before turning back to his food.

Dumbledore sent a look towards Minerva with a small smile.

"I have yet to talk to the boy," he murmured quietly.

Minerva took that to mean he had yet to explain his tragic past to the boy, and she nodded her head in reply.

The old wizard turned his blue gaze back on Harry, and sent him one of his own looks; the one that says he's slightly disappointed in them. He turned down the power on it, as he didn't know the boy and didn't want to over step any boundaries quite yet.

"I told you that I would pick you up for breakfast, Harry. Why did you not wait for me?" He asked with a slight stern tone to his voice, while keeping the gleam to his eyes that often put kids at ease. It could sometimes be hard to get the right balance of sternness and twinkle, but he had had lots of practice with over the years.

"Well, I did wait for you, but you took a really long time and I was super bored; I wanted to explore the castle! Honestly I'm not quite sure where I ended up though, 'cause I kinda got lost….maybe three times? This castle is like a maze. Are you aware the stairs move? And dude, where are your pokemon? What kind castle is this? All I could find were ghost pokemon and what is up with them? My pokeball went right through them and so did Bolt's attack and I have no idea what move he used because I have never seen a ghost avoid special attacks like that before, and then the jerk had the nerve to fly through a wall, laughing at me," the boy finished with a huff.

All of the professors had stopped eating to stare at the boy. He had barely breathed throughout his spiel and Dumbledore blinked slowly.

"Pokemon?" He heard Minerva hiss in his ear and he flicked his gaze towards her.

"I'll explain later," he murmured quietly before turning back to Harry.

"Those aren't pokemon my boy, they are actual ghosts; the remnants of deceased wizards," he explained and the boy nodded.

"That explains why they tried to talk to me…I thought that was weird."

Everyone returned to their food after that, though Dumbledore kept an eye on the young boy. Harry seemed to be getting along with Hagrid, which pleased the old wizard. After all, Hagrid would hopefully steer Harry in his parent's footsteps. Dumbledore waited patiently until he saw Harry had finished eating, then moved to the boy's side and smiled at him.

"If you would walk with me Harry, I will explain everything in my office."

The young boy huffed at the name, but got to his feet. He shot a grin at Hagrid and waved a goodbye to him, before following Dumbledore out of the great hall and up several flights of stairs to his office.

Once they were seated comfortably in Dumbledore's office, the old wizard turned a smile on the young boy and held out a tin of candy.

"Lemon Drop?"

Harry brightened up and took two. He popped one in his mouth and sucked on it a bit before grinning and offering the other to his cat.

"You'll like it Bolt, it's a little sour but good."

Bolt sniffed the sweet, before licking it out of Damien's hand. She didn't understand the idea of sucking on sweets to get the flavour, so, with a loud crunch, the sweet was gone.

Dumbledore raised a single eyebrow at the action and comment but decided against commenting; instead he started to tell Harry about his parents. He made sure to mention how wonderful his parents were, how they were excellent students, and about how the boy would be starting school at Hogwarts in September. Harry had seemed happy to just relax in the chair and run his fingers through Bolt's fur; but at that last comment, he sat upright and frowned.

"Hold on a moment, old man, I've got school set up back home already, and I never said I wanted to stay here."

In his mind, he added that pokemon training was way more fun than school anyways. Dumbledore looked slightly surprised as he studied him, he had thought after the story of his parents, that Harry would be excited to attend Hogwarts.

"Your parents registered you to attend Hogwarts when you were just a baby, Harry," he attempted to explain.

"Yeah well, my dad still needs to give me permission," Damien fired back.

Dumbledore took a breath and studied the boy carefully; he would need to play this carefully.

"Do you have a way of returning home?" He asked calmly with a smile.

"Well…no, not exactly; I'm still working on my teleporting," Damien replied disappointedly and Dumbledore twinkled at him.

"Then you may as well attend our school while you figure it out. After all, it will give you the opportunity to learn more about magic, and perhaps give you skills to aid in perfecting your apparating." Dumbledore told him, not mentioning that he hoped it would be a long while before the boy could apparate with any kind of proficiency.

He had been sure that the lure of magic would be enough to get Harry to agree and was surprised yet again when the boy frowned.

"I would much rather travel around the area, see what kind of pokemon you have, and have some fun."

Dumbledore studied the boy quietly for a moment.

"Sadly, it is currently the end of August and it will be getting cold soon. Are you sure that you want to be outside, sleeping in a tent, in the snow?" he asked and was relieved to see Harry considering it. As the boy thought, Dumbledore continued to explain the advantages of staying at the school, a constant source of heating and food being a couple of him main points. He hadn't noticed the glazed over appearance of Damien's eyes as he tuned him out.

"And that's why you should attend Hogwarts, Harry," he finished and Damien's head jerked up to look at him, actually paying attention now that the lecture was over.

"Seriously man, call me Damien! And whatever, I guess I can attend your school until I figure out a way to get home; if I don't like it I'm leaving, though."

The old man beamed at him and Damien held back a wince.

"Excellent, excellent, I'll call Hagrid and he can take you to Diagon Ally to shop for your supplies."

Damien's face brightened up upon hearing that. He had only talked to the large man during breakfast, but he already liked him. Who wouldn't like someone that was trying to get a pet dragon? Dragon's were so cool. He'd tried forever to find a trapinch, or swablu, or even a bagon, but never managed.

When the giant man appeared in Dumbledore's office, he grinned at Damien who smiled back happily. Until Hagrid called him Harry, that is, and his grin turned into a scowl.

"Seriously, Hagrid? I get that my birth parents named me 'Harry' but for as long as I can remember I've been 'Damien'."

Hagrid studied him for a moment and then smiled.

"Alrigh', Damien. Let's 'ead off, shall we?"

Dumbledore watched them leave his office silently, and only after they were gone did he release a sigh of frustration. He had to find some way of getting Harry to connect with his dead family and who he really was. He needed Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, not Damien Koch, The-Boy-That-Escaped.

In Hogsmeade

"So how are we getting to this Diagon Ally anyways? We going to use your weird teleportation thing?" Damien asked with a shudder.

"Nah, I never learned how ter do tha', an' I'm not overly fond of it meself," Hagrid answered with a shudder of his own. "We'll be takin' the knigh' bus."

"…but it's not night," Damien pointed out, and Hagrid let out a loud booming laugh.

"It hasn' gotta be, 'Arry- sorry, Damien," he corrected himself. "Jus' stand back."

Damien raised his eyebrow, but took a step back as Hagrid held up his right arm, with a bright pink umbrella in his hand, and with a loud bang, a purple, triple decker bus appeared in front of them. Damien's mouth dropped open and he gaped at it.

"C'mon, Damien," Hagrid rumbled and climbed on board as the doors opened, just barely managing to fit through them. "Oh, an' yeh migh' wan' ter pu' Bolt in his pokeball thing."

"Er, alright. Sorry, Bolt, in you go." Damien said, holding out Bolt's ball.

Bolt looked at him mournfully, but didn't fight his return. One flash of red light later, and Bolt was gone. Hagrid seemed impressed, though.

A pimply teenager greeted them once they were inside. Damien glanced at him before giving his full attention to the much more interesting bus. Instead of rows of benches, chairs were scattered all over the place, and the few people sitting in them were holding on tightly to bars on the sides of the walls. Damien took a seat as Hagrid stood next to him, which, considering the size of the chairs, made sense.

"Yeh migh' want ter hold on, Damien," Hagrid said

Damien had glanced up at him to ask why, when the bus took off. The force of it knocked him over, giving him his answer before he could even open his mouth.

"Holy crap," he managed to say before he was flying forward, this time stopping once he hit Hagrid's legs.

"Maybe I'll just stand." Damien said while Hagrid hauled him up, then pulled him to the side so he could grab a bar to steady himself.

It took about fifteen minutes for them to arrive at Diagon Ally. The bus would disappear from one place, and re-appear in another, sending all the passengers flying every time it did so. They also drove to places in the order that they got on and several other people were going to Diagon Ally too, so they got there pretty quickly, even though they were the newest people on the bus.

When they lurched off the bus at Diagon Ally, he turned to Hagrid with a grin.

"That was freaking amazing. Holy crap, I have never had such a fun bus ride," he said excitedly and Hagrid released chuckled.

"Glad yeh enjoyed it, 'Ar-Damien. Now, let's go get yer school supplies."

He then proceeded to lead Damien through a dingy, old pub, and into an equally dingy courtyard out the back. All Damien could do was watch, impressed, as the brick wall opened up to reveal the coolest shops he had ever seen. One had windows full of small noctowl, grey rattata, and a jewel encrusted torkoal. Another had large bins full of parts of plants.

'Okay, so maybe magic is pretty cool,' he admitted, even if only in his head.

They started to walk down the street, but Damien kept stopping to gawk at the different shops, though most of the interesting ones seemed to be by the entrance. They passed a shop of books, but he passed by that one without a second glance. The clothes shop was equally uninteresting. But the building they stopped in front of, was both tall and majestic. It was entirely built out of white marble and it towered over all the other buildings around it.

"C'mon, Damien, we need to get yeh some money before we can star' shoppin'." Hagrid led him into the large white building.

They almost managed to get to the main lobby, but Damien stopped before a set of silver doors to read the words engraved on them.

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

Damien raised his eyebrow at the words before turning to Hagrid.

"So don't steal from this place, huh?" he asked and was astonished to see Hagrid's normally happy face go dark.

"On'y the mos' desperate o' people would risk stealin' from the goblins, Damien. Thankfully, it was already gone," he grumbled and Damien frowned.

"What was?"

To his interest, Hagrid scowled and turned away abruptly.

"I shouldn' have told yeh tha'," he muttered before leading Damien through the doors. There were strange looking creatures in the large room on the other side, and Damien stared at them in delight as Hagrid explained that those were the goblins.

"Awesome looking guys," Damien announced with a grin, receiving a strange look from both Hagrid and the goblins, before following Hagrid up to the counter where another goblin stood.

"We're here to look at 'Arry Potter's vault," Hagrid announced and for once, Damien didn't protest the use of his old name, since he could understand that his vault would be under his birth name.

"Key?" asked the goblin in a creaky, old voice and Damien's grin grew as he studied him. At least, he thought it was male.

"Hold on a sec'. I've got it in 'ere somewhere."

It took a moment for Hagrid to pull out a bunch of stuff from his pockets before finally unearthing an old key, which he then handed the goblin.

"Very well," the goblin said in his creaky voice after studying it.

He called for another goblin, whom Damien also greeted with a large smile, prompting another odd look from the creature, before he led them through a door and into a stone corridor. Damien could tell that this was an awesome bank because, inside the corridor, was an old roller-coaster cart, complete with a deep dark tunnel, leading to who knows where.

Damien definitely enjoyed the ride down, he wished it could have gone faster, or for longer, but apparently Hagrid didn't share his sentiments. His face had gone rather pale by the time they stopped, and he didn't seem all that steady on his feet once they got off, either.

Damien had been rather impressed by all of the gold in his vault and, after getting an explanation on how their money worked, decided that the wizards really needed to be introduced to the metric system and bank cards. He filled a bag that Hagrid gave him with the jingly coins. He had never needed a lot of money to live on, so he was a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of it all.

As they were leaving the bank, a thought occurred to him.

"Hey Hagrid, that was just my trust vault, right?"

Hagrid glanced at him with some confusion as he led them towards a shop called Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment.

"Yeah, why do yeh ask, Damien?"

"I was wondering if I had a family vault as well, and if there was a way I could see it."

Hagrid frowned in contemplation and then shrugged.

"I dunno, I'm sure yeh'd have one, but yeh'd have to mail the goblins 'bout it. Oh, here's your supply list."

Hagrid handed Damien a length of parchment with a list of everything he would need for school. Reading it, Damien decided that the lack of the metric system was the least of the wizards problems. Robes, quills, cauldrons? Did he accidentally teleport himself back in time, too?

As they entered the shop, Damien made a mental note to ask about a family vault later. Wiseacre's turned out to be a shop full of incredible, but random, stuff; including trunks, and telescopes, which were apparently two things he needed to buy.

He glanced at all the trunks and shrugged before telling Hagrid that he was fine with whatever wouldn't fall apart on him when he tried to haul it around the countryside. Hagrid nodded and they ended choosing a plain brown trunk. The pile of telescopes were mostly battered and chipped, but they all still worked. Damien picked the nicest looking one out of the lot, and then they took the two items to the desk to pay for them.

He eyed the trunk for a moment before calling out his numel, Iggy, and strapping it to his back. The trunk wouldn't sit very well on Iggy's round back, but the leather harness he wore was pretty versatile, and Damien managed to tie the trunk behind Iggy, so that he could drag it behind him.

"Well, who's this beauty?" Hagrid asked as he stepped closer, holding his hand out for the numel to smell.

Iggy gave Hagrid's hand a cursory sniff, then after a moment, he stepped forward to sniff at the man's pockets. Hagrid grinned and pulled out a carrot, he glanced at Damien who had nodded his head in permission, and Hagrid fed the carrot to the small camel-like creature with delight.

"His name is Iggy," Damien answered the earlier question with a smile as Hagrid continued to coo over his numel.

It was a quite funny to watch a burly man like Hagrid become such a complete softy towards his pokemon. The large man was currently running his hands over the numel's sides, petting the pokemon before moving his hands to stroke the Iggy's bangs instead, as they were less hot. Iggy for his part loved the attention and stepped closer to Hagrid in the hopes of getting more.

"Excuse me, but, for a small fee, I could attach a pair of small wheels to the end of your trunk." The shopkeeper offered, eyeing the numel with a curious eye.

"That would rock, thanks." Damien replied, pulling his bag of money back out.

One quick exchange of silver coins and a spell later, and Damien's new trunk had a set of brass wheels on one end, preventing the trunk from being torn to shreds when dragged along the ground.

Damien let Hagrid fuss over Iggy for a moment more before walking outside the shop. Iggy obediently followed him out, and Hagrid didn't realise that Damien had left until after he was following Iggy leave.

"So, where are we going next?" Damien asked, once Hagrid was outside.

Hagrid glanced over Damien's list of school supplies before answering.

"We should 'ead to Flourish and Blotts for yer books, I suppose."

Damien frowned and looked up at him, skilfully ignoring all the odd looks Iggy was getting.

"What do you mean books?"

"Well, the textbooks for yer classes o' course," Hagrid replied and Damien frowned again.

"I have to read?"

Hagrid chuckled at the disappointed tone to the boy's voice as he led him into the shop of books. Damien told Iggy to wait outside the door for him, after all it probably wouldn't be a good idea to have a fire pokemon near shelves full of crisp, dry, burnable books.

Once he had stepped inside the store he couldn't decide if he wanted to run back outside or not. There were more books in the store then he had ever seen in his whole life. Damien had made a point in his life to avoid books as much as possible, after all he would rather be running around outside with his pokemon. Why sit inside reading a boring book when you could be outside having fun?

He scanned the shelves, looking for all the books he needed. Once he found them all, he took them to the desk as quickly as he could to pay for them. After paying, he and Hagrid carried the books outside, where they were dumped in his new trunk. Though, he was careful to stop the stupid books from denting his much cooler telescope. They then headed over to some clothes shop, Madam Something-Or-Other's. The list said he need robes and a cloak, and a pointy hat. He really hoped they wouldn't look too girly.

Again, Damien left Iggy outside the store and then went in. This shop was full of bright fabrics as well a ton of dresses, some on racks, and some put on display on the walls. Hagrid certainly looked out of place, with his bushy beard and leather waistcoat.

He was instructed by a rather large woman to stand on a small stool to be fitted. Obediently, he stepped up, and tried not to fidget, while the lady pinned a black dress to fit him. Except his supply list said they were robes, which meant this was actually his school uniform. He swore that when he got home and told his dad about this, he was skipping the uniform part.

The lady must have had a lot of Hogwarts students come through, because she had had one of her staff bring him a black cloak, a pair of gloves and a pointy hat while she fitted him. Really, a cloak? Haven't these people heard of coats? They also needed to be introduced to trousers! Though he had to admit, the supposedly dragonhide gloves were kinda cool. They all ended up in his trunk as soon as he got outside.

He glanced up at Hagrid as they started across to the Apothecary.

"Do I really need to wear those? They're not very practical. Or manly." He whined unhappily.

"They're required, Damien. Yeh can wear whatever yeh like underneath 'em, though, and yeh can wear what yeh want on weekends." he replied.

Damien decided to try and get out of wearing them whenever he could.

At the apothecary he needed a cauldron, a set of scales, and a set of phials. There were shelves full of all of them, so it was just a case of grabbing one of each. He wanted the crystal phials, they looked nicer than the glass ones, but the shop owner had said that the lead in the crystal could leach in to whatever potion was stored in them, ruining its affects, so most brewers went with glass. Damien quickly chose glass after that. These people were still putting lead in stuff? Didn't they know it was poisonous? No wonder the crystal phials ruins whatever was stored in them.

It took a while for them to leave the Apothecary after they had paid for the everything; Damien was fascinated with all the different ingredients and kept stopping to look in the different bins. It made him wonder what, exactly, went into the health potions he used on his pokemon, something he had never actually thought about before. Everything went into the trunk, with the phials carefully padded with the stupid robes, before they went to a stationary shop.

"So potions, is it like cooking?" Damien asked while they walked

Hagrid snorted.

"I suppose, but don' let Professor Snape hear yeh sayin' tha'," he chuckled, before heading in to the shop.

Damien wrinkled his nose as he looked at the weird looking paper and quills.

"Why don't you use normal paper and pens?"

"What's a pen?"

Damien just stared at Hagrid for a second before he shook his head.

"A pen is something we use to write with, way more useful then those weird quill things," he replied with a confused tone and Hagrid shrugged.

"Wizards and witches have always used quills," he said and Damien frowned.

"Well if I have to do a lot of writing I'm going to use a proper pen, and probably proper paper too. I'm sure there'll be a real stationary shop somewhere." he said

That didn't stop him from buying any, however. He suddenly had a ton of money and writing with feathers was kinda cool, if it bit stupid and old fashioned. But he was definitely going to buy some paper and pens from some more normal people before school started.

"So, wha' else do yeh need?" Hagrid asked once they were outside

Harry pulled out his list and glanced through it.

"A wand. You guys actually use wands? If you have magic, shouldn't you be able to use it without one? Otherwise it's just the wand doing the magic, and anyone would be able to use it." Damien said

"It's easier with a wand," Hagrid replied, "Though, 's true that very few witches or wizards try ter learn ter do magic withou' one."

Damien sighed as they stopped walking outside an old, dingy shop that said 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C' above the door. While he was all for exploring new places, he still thought this wand thing was a waste of time. Still, if wizards thought wands were this important, then the shop where they buy them from should be really posh looking. The dingy front on the street was probably just an illusion to impress customers.

He was thoroughly disappointed when they stepped inside; the place was tiny and, as he glanced around, all he saw was boxes and dust. He jumped at a loud creaking noise, but it turned out to just be Hagrid sitting down on an old chair.

The room sent a weird tingly sensation down his back, almost as though he was in some sacred place, kinda like when he'd sneaked in to Tin Tower in Ecruteak City. That didn't stop him from moving forward to open the nearest box; inside was one of the thin sticks the old man had called a wand. Personally he didn't see how such a small, breakable-looking thing could do so much damage…but then again, he'd gotten his butt handed to him plenty of times by weak looking pokemon like roselia and gardevoir. Stupid roselia, always poisoning his pokemon.

"Good evening Mr. Potter."

Damien jumped about a foot in the air and whirled around to see some old guy with creepy, pale eyes standing behind him. The man looked him over for a minute, before giving him an odd smile.

"But that's not what you call yourself, is it?"

Damien just stared at him with an open mouth before grinning wildly.

"Are you a ninja?" he asked, remembering all those crazy ninja kids up Mt. Chimney jumping out at him, and saw a single, gray eyebrow rise in response.

"No. Now, what do you call yourself and which is your wand arm?"

Damien moved forward to look closer at the old man, who he assumed was Ollivander, and then frowned.

"Uh, by wand arm, do you mean my throwing arm? 'Cause that's my right arm. My name is Damien Koch, and has anyone ever told you that you have really creepy eyes?"

Ollivander smiled a slow smile while Hagrid made a small noise in the background.

"No, most people do not talk with me so easily, Mr. Koch,"

As Ollivander talked, he pulled out a tape measure and started measuring Damien's arm length, hand span, and then other, stranger, areas of his body. This made about as much sense as anything else, how could the measurement of his nose help with choosing a wand? It was about this time that he noticed the creepy old dude had started going through multiple boxes and the measuring tape was floating in mid-air.

"Cool," he breathed excited. It was kind of like how the psychic pokemon trainers always moved their pokeballs with their minds. He had never managed to do it himself, despite months of trying, but if Hagrid was right, then maybe he could do it with a wand.

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Koch. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand. After all, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Koch, not the other way around."

Damien stared at him as he carried a dozen boxes over to the counter.

"Do you give that speech a lot?"

Ollivander gave him an unamused look before opening the first box.

"Try this one, ash and unicorn hair, twelve and a half inches, very rigid."

Damien took the wand and eagerly went to wave it before it was snatched out of his hand.

"No no, try this one, elm and dragon heartstring, ten inches, and very flexible."

Again Damien took it and went to wave it only to have it pulled from his grip again.

"Wait, spruce and unicorn hair, thirteen inches, springy, go on give it a wave," Ollivander said excitedly only to take the wand back from Damien almost immediately.

Damien quickly lost track of how many wands he had tried and, eventually, let out a huff; as bored as he was, the old man seemed to be growing happier the longer it took. He was very rude, Damien thought.

"This is as bad as clothes shopping," he muttered only to glance up when another box was placed in front of him.

"You are a very tricky customer, Mr. Koch, but I believe I have found your match. This one is a rather unusual combination," he chuckled suddenly as he pulls the wand out. "But then, you are a rather unusual boy, . Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Damien raised his eyebrow at the old man before he took the wand from his grip. Almost instantly he could feel the difference, all of the other wands had felt like dead wood in his hands, which, you know, they were, but this one sent warmth rushing up through his arm and when he waved, it small fireworks burst out the end.

Damien watched the sparks fly excitedly as Hagrid released a loud whoop and Ollivander smiled at him.

"Very good Mr. Koch, very curious," he murmured at the end. When he continued to use the word curious Damien gave up.

"Okay fine, I'll bite. What's curious?"

Suddenly, the creepy old eyes were meeting his again as Ollivander wrapped his wand up.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Koch. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother – why, its brother gave you that scar." Ollivander said, pointing at the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Damien stared at him blankly for a moment before shuddering.

"That is majorly creepy," he managed to say before glancing back at Hagrid. "Better make sure I tell Ash, he'll think its hilarious. Can we go? I'm ready for something to eat."

Hagrid blinked at him in confusion for a moment before leaping to his feet with a nod.

"Yeah, let's get out o' here."

They ended up back in the street once he had paid for his wand, Iggy trudging along behind them, munching on another carrot, courtesy of Hagrid.

"Isn't tha' a bit heavy for the little guy?" Hagrid asked, watching Iggy instead of the street in front of him.

"Nah," Damien replied, "numel are strong enough that people used to use them for construction. He usually carries my pack while we're out of town, so he's used to it too. He doesn't much like the crowds, but he can suck it up."

Iggy stuck his tongue out at Damien, knowing that he was the subject of conversation.

"So, I know I missed yeh birthday," Hagrid started a minute later, "How 'bout I buy yeh a pet or somethin'?"

Damien glanced up at the tall man with a frown.

"What are you talking about? My birthday isn't till April," he said confused and then it was Hagrids turn to look confused.

"Wha' yeh on goin' on 'bout? Yeh was born the thirty first o' July," he replied and Damien just stared at him for a moment before whooping.

"That's awesome, you know what that means?" he asked Hagrid with a grin and then continued without waiting for an answer. "That means I get two birthdays!"

"I guess yeh do. Now, wha' do yeh want as a presen'?"

Damien considered the question; he was never one to turn down free presents.

"Well, I already have quite a lot of pokemon, so I don't really need any more. 'Sides, it takes all the fun out of it if you don't catch them yourself."

He ruminated for a bit as they walked, glancing at the different shop windows as they went past before he jerked to a stop before one called 2nd Hand Brooms. He could see different brooms in the door and he frowned.

"Wait…do witches really ride brooms?" There was some derision in his voice, but Hagrid just nodded.

"Tha' they do. There's even a whole sport based on it."

He glanced down at Damien and smiled at the scepticism he saw on the boy's face.

"Yer dad was a grea' flyer, how 'bout I buy yeh a broom?"

Damien looked at the brooms for a moment in silence; he had always wanted to fly, ever since he saw a trainer fly off on his skarmory. He stared at the brooms longingly for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, okay." His voice was full of wonder and much more subdued than normal.

Hagrid chuckled and led Damien into the store, smiling again as Damien looked around at everything eagerly.

"Now, I can' afford a new one. How 'bout I get yeh a Comet 260?"

Damien blinked before tearing his eyes off a broom to look at him.

"I don't know what kind that is, but it sounds awesome, so, yes."

Hagrid pulled a broom off a rack labelled "Comets" and moved up to the front desk, with Damien following behind him like a lost poochyena.

Damien couldn't stop grinning as they left the store, holding a long package in his arms like a lifeline, before he tied it to Iggy with his trunk.

"Huh, we missed lunch," Hagrid said surprised and Damien's stomach growled. "How 'bout I treat yeh ter ice cream and then we can get back ter Hogwarts for dinner."

Damien nodded eagerly, ice cream sounded delicious.

The pair walked to a place called Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, which Damien knew he was going to forget the name of as soon as he walked out of sight of the sign. Iggy had wandered off somewhere, but despite Harid's concern, Damien knew he would wander back just as easily, and carelessly, as when he had left.

Iggy came back when they had almost finished their ice creams, and Damien graciously gave Iggy what was left of his. It wasn't a bad deal, Iggy got to have ice cream, and Damien got his had washed from the melted cream, and then dried from his hot breath too.

After the tasty snack, they headed back through the pub and out on to the busy streets filled with buses and cars, and other more normal modes of transportation.

Hagrid stuck his hand out to signal the knight bus again and Damien eagerly climbed on board when the door opened. He pulled up from his charge to make sure Iggy got up the step onto the bus, before jumping in a chair.

"Come on, lets get going," he said impatiently and Hagrid merely grinned before standing next to him.

"To Hogsmeade." Hagrid told the same spotty teenager from earlier.

As the bus took off, Damien let out whoops and hollers of excitement.

Iggy was not nearly so happy, and pulled the trunk to behind Damien's chair, causing a screeching sound as the wheels were dragged across the floor as he turned. As big as the trunk was, he didn't find it all that heavy, so it wasn't much bother moving it around. He sat in the corner, waiting for the lurching bus to stop so they could get off.

"Hogsmeade." The teenager announced.

Iggy practically jumped up once he saw his trainer moving, and shot out the door before it was even fully open.

"I love this bus," he Damien said happily as he got off with Hagrid at a more normal pace. "Sorry, Iggy. Next time I'll return you if we go on the bus again, alright."

"Num!" Iggy replied, agreeing wholeheartedly.

The walk back to Hogwarts was fairly quick, though Damien didn't like the idea of having to walk that far if he didn't have Iggy to pull his trunk for him.

When they arrived he dropped his trunk off at his room, they he and Hagrid headed to the great hall to get dinner. They were still talking about Iggy as they sat at the table and Damien grabbed a plate, which he piled full of vegetables, before he laid it on the ground for Iggy; he then proceeded to fill his own plate. Iggy finished about the same time Damien did, even though he had less food, but then numels are rather slow eaters, and Damien called him back into his pokeball before pulling out his starter pokemon to show Hagrid excitedly. In two seconds there was a large and deadly looking snake beside the table and Damien grinned at the large man proudly.

"Hagrid this is Sevi, my seviper. Sevi, this is Hagrid, and no, you may not poison him," the last part of his sentence had been a series of hissing noises and all the professors, including Hagrid, stare at him in shock and horror.

"You can talk to snakes, Harry?" Dumbledore said with a somewhat strained tone and Damien gave him a weird look.

"Yeah, but it's not a big deal or anything. Well I guess it's kinda a big deal, but that's just cause everyone wishes they were as awesome as me."

The professors continued to stare at Damien and Sevi with horrified looks but Damien ignored them. They were used to strange looks; after all, there were quite a few people that could communicate with their pokemon, one way or another, but he hadn't met anyone else that could talk to only snake pokemon. They were used to weird looks, but definitely not horrified ones.

"What's wrong with them?" Sevi hissed and Damien shrugged.

"I dunno. Hey, Sevi, wants to know what's up? You're all looking at us weirdly," Damien translated as he watched them.

Dumbledore cleared his throat with difficulty. This was a wrinkle in his plan that he had not counted on.

"Ah, Harry, my boy, I'm going to have to ask you not to talk to snakes while at school," he said and Damien sent him a scornful look before turning back to Hagrid, not even dignifying that statement with a response.

"Anyways, this is Sevi. He is freaking amazing, not only can he poison people with his tail but he can also paralyze them just by giving them the evil eye. Not to mention he was my first pokemon ever, which makes him special. I panicked a little cause you need to name them right off the bat for some stupid reason, so I thought, Seviper: Sevi, and there you go. I think it's an awesome name and it really fits him."

Hagrid stared at him for a second longer before nodding. He watched as Damien fed his seviper a full roast chicken off the table. The snake gulped it down whole, and Hagrid waited for him to finish swallowing it, before bending down to get a closer look at him.

"Well aren' yeh a beaut," he said and reached towards the snake slowly, so that Sevi had plenty of time to pull away if he wanted to, before running his hands gently over the snake's scales.

"Strong too, and look at tha' tail, I bet yer deadly," he continued in an admiring tone and Sevi lifted his head imperiously.

"You know, I rather like this man; he recognizes my superiority," he hissed and Damien smacked him in the head with a snort.

Dumbledore got to his feet and moved around the table to stand by them.

"I have found someone who will take you in until it is time for school Harry, your trunk has already been sent ahead, shall we go?"

Damien glanced up at the old man again with a frown; he didn't like how the old man had just assumed he would go where he wanted him to. On the other hand, this was the old guy's castle, and it was his school too. Still, he could have explored that huge forest outside for a week or so, until the school year started.

"It's Damien, dude," he corrected, before looking at Hagrid.

"I'll see you when I get back, then," he said and Hagrid beamed.

"Yeh'll have to show me the rest of yer pokemon when yeh arrive," he replied and swept Damien up into a huge crushing hug that left him gasping for breath.

"Want me to bite him?" Sevi asked, he was the only one allowed to squeeze his trainer.

Damien shook his head.

"Nah, too much hassle to deal with the results," he hissed back, before following Dumbledore, past a black haired man that was staring after him with narrowed eyes, and out of the Great Hall.

He was led up back to the office, this time with Sevi following behind him and making comments. Some of them were repeatable in polite company; some were less so.

He was about to say something about how the old man shouldn't assume that he could do whatever he liked with Damien's life, but instead let out a loud cooing noise and moved slowly over to a large bird pokemon standing on a perch. The pokemon was absolutely beautiful, with bright red feathers over his body and gold feathers on his tail. His sharp claws and beak were golden in colour and his black eyes were very intelligent. In fact, it looked like a miniature ho-oh.

Sevi didn't seem too impressed, but that was just Sevi being Sevi.

"Well, aren't you just beautiful?" Damien breathed and held his hand up, asking for permission. When the bird nodded, he stroked the pokemon's feathers gently.

To his delight the pokemon flapped onto his shoulder and Damien beamed happily as he continued to stroke the feathers. His happiness only grew when the pokemon opened his mouth and sang. The song was beautiful, soothing and calmed his heart. Even Sevi couldn't deny the joy and peace in the song.

"His name is Fawkes, and I daresay he rather likes you, Harry," Dumbledore said, amused, and Damien found he couldn't be angry with him at using the name Harry again, not when Fawkes was still singing so beautifully.

"What is he?" he asked in awe and Dumbledore chuckled.

"Fawkes is a phoenix," he replied and, right then and there, Damien decided he wanted one as well.

He continued to pet Fawkes gently, listening to his song, as the old man explained about the family that he would be staying with for a couple weeks. The Weasels or something like that. It was hard to pay attention when he had such a beautiful pokemon on his arm. He sighed in disappointment when the phoenix flew off his arm and back to the perch. His mind snapped back to the present when he turned to Dumbledore, who was gesturing at the fire. Damien's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and then widened when the old man tossed something into it and the flames turned bright green and roared higher.

"Well then, Harry, step into the fire," Dumbledore said cheerfully and Damien stared at him horrified.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He demanded, "When is stepping in fire ever a good idea?"

Dumbledore gave him a look that clearly said 'you should have been listening when I explained this', before gesturing back to the fire again.

"You are going to travel by floo powder. It is perfectly safe, just step into the fire and shout the name of the place you are going to, in this case, 'The Burrow'." He explained again and Damien just stared at him for a minute before calling out Iggy again.

There was no way he was going first until he was sure it was safe. He ignored the questioning look he got as he shooed Iggy into the fire and then called out 'The Burrow'. He watched silently as Iggy disappeared before shrugging and grabbing a handful of the weird powder Dumbledore had used. He threw it in, watched as the fire went green again, and then stepped hesitantly into the flames. When he didn't feel a burning sensation, he breathed out in relief before calling out –

"The Burrow," and then he was whirled away with the flames.

It was a dizzying ride, and Damien saw fireplaces blur past at high speeds; he thoroughly enjoyed the ride, it was even better than the carts at the bank. But all good things have to end and, sooner than he would have liked, he tumbled out of a fireplace, whooping and laughing. He looked up to see a bunch of red heads staring at him like he was crazy. Before him stood Iggy, who was giving him a bit of a dirty look. It appeared the fire pokemon hadn't enjoyed the ride as much as his trainer had. Damien gave him an apologetic look and a pat before pulling himself up and bounding forward with a grin.

"Hi, I'm Damion Koch, are all your ways of travel so much fun? I mean the knight bus was just so awesome and travelling by fire just then was exhilarating and you guys fly. I mean your teleportation majorly sucks, but everything else is just so awesome."

They all continued to stare at him for a minute before two identical red heads moved forward and leaned on his shoulders.

"Well hello there, Damien was it?" one said.

"I'm Fred and he's George," the other continued.

"Now why-"

"-Don't you-"

"-Explain this strange camel beastie?" They switched speaking several times, so the sentence was spoken by both of them and Damien stared at them wide eyed.

He had never really dealt with twins, sure he had battled a few, but he hadn't really had close contact with any.

"You two are so cool," he said before pointing to Iggy. "That is my Numel, Iggy, and he's not a camel, whatever that is."

"Wait, Dumbleore said he was sending Harry Potter," an older, fatter, red headed woman said and Damien huffed.

"Supposedly that's me, but I grew up with the name Damien Koch, and that's who I am, not this Harry Potter bloke."

The older women's eyes widened and Damien was alarmed to see tears shining in her eyes, he was even more alarmed when she swept forward and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh, my poor boy," she said sadly as she stroked his hair

Damien tensed up; he knew what hugs were, he got them occasionally from his dad. But they were both men, so it seldom happened, they had to keep up appearances after all. He didn't have a mom, so girl-hugs were a relatively new experience for him. If this was a mom-hug, then he didn't want anything to do with them. Though the couple times dad's girlfriend had hugged him, it was nothing like this; Zoey respected his manliness.

Damien squirmed and managed to break free from the terror of being crushed to the woman's more than ample besom, and dove behind Iggy. The twins seemed to find it amusing, but he knew that Iggy liked crazy women even less than him, and so, if worst came to worst, would set her on fire. Said crazy women frowned at him sadly, and murmured something, also sadly, before smiling at him.

"How about I introduce my family, Harry? My name is Molly, this is my husband, Arthur."

The tall, thin red head was balding a little bit, not enough that he look gross-old, just a little-old.

"This is Percy, my oldest, the twins, Fred and George, Ron, and Ginny, my youngest," she finished, pointing at each child in turn.

Percy Weasley looked thoroughly uninterested in what was going on. The twins didn't even look over from their examination of his numel, probably assuming that they had already introduced themselves and so, could spend their time on the more exciting numel. Ron was nearly as tall as the rest of family, which Damien thought was unfair, he was never going to be tall like that, and Ginny was a small girl hiding behind her mother's dress. The entire family had red hair and freckles.

He did notice that Iggy seemed to really enjoy the attention the twins were lavishing on him, but since it now appeared that he was safe, he recalled him back into his ball.

"Bloody hell, how'd you do that?" both of the twins asked at the same time and Damien smirked in response, though inside he was frowning. It seemed like no one in this land knew much about pokemon, which was very weird.

"Boys, language," their mother chided, which just caused identical eyes to roll.

"Yeah mom, whatever," they replied simultaneously again and Damien could only raise his eyebrow. He wondered if they did that a lot.

Molly gave him a warm smile and motioned her son, Ron, forward.

"Ron will show you up to his room, you'll be staying with him," she said and Damien nodded.

He followed the tall red head up a lot of stairs before entering his room, surprisingly enough, his new trunk was already there. He opened it and, lying on top of all his newly bought purchases, was his pack with all the stuff he had brought with him still inside.

"It's not much," Ron said and Damien glanced at him before closing the trunk lid and shrugging.

"In all honesty, I hardly ever sleep inside, only when I'm visiting dad or I'm at a poke-center and you don't really get your own room there, so this is pretty sweet to me," he replied.

To his amusement Ron just stared at him wide-eyed.

"Where do you sleep then?"

"Usually in a sleeping bag, or underneath a tarp if it's gonna rain." Damien shrugged. Ron didn't appear to know what to say to that, so instead he just looked Damien over.

"So, are you really Harry Potter?" he asked and Damien tried to hold back his groan as best he could.

"Well, at least someone that's asked. No, I'm not this Harry Potter bloke; I told you my name is Damien Koch."

Ron studied him in a disappointed silence for a moment.

"So you don't have the scar then?"

Damien beamed at that question and his shoulders straightened in pride.

"Of course I have the scar! Wait, which scar are we talking about here? 'Cause I've got lots of them." he asked. To his amusement Ron actually blanched and looked at him a little weakly; definitely not a pokemon trainer that one.

"How many?" he asked uneasily.

"Well there's the burn scar on my hip from Iggy. That was an accident, I just got him and I didn't realise how hot he was and I kind of leaned against him. And I've got one on my arm from Padfoot, he did that on purpose, claimed I was annoying him. Oh and I got this bite mark on my wrist from Ash. I mean technically the bite is from Bolt, but Ash caused it, so were blaming him. And I got this one on my forehead but I don't know how I got it so it's not as cool, though sometimes I make up awesome stories about it," he finished excitedly, he loved showing off his scars; a good pokemon trainer always had some, after all.

Ron just stared at him in shock for a moment.

"Can I see it?" he asked in a hushed voice and Damien raised his eyebrow.

"Which one; you're going to have to be more specific than that," he said patiently.

Instead of speaking, Ron lifted his hand to point to his forehead and Damien made a face.

"Really, but that's my most boring one," he complained, before pulling his hair back from his face to show the scar. He felt a little mollified when Ron let out a gasp, he quickly became confused though.

"So that's where You-Know-Who…"

Damien blinked at him and then frowned.

"You-Know-Who? No I don't know who; is that an actual name cause that's kinda stupid. I feel sorry for whoever that is, his parents must have hated him."

Ron just stared at him horrified, which Damien ignored; he was fast getting bored with Ron.

They soon went to bed though, and he woke at his normal time the next day. Unfortunately, his normal wake-up time was pretty early for anyone that wasn't a pokemon trainer, but he easily slipped out of the house without alerting anyone.

He spared a glance around the yard and contemplated the idea of just going travelling for the next few weeks anyway. He released Sevi and his baby onix, which he had decided to name Rock-Eater, 'cause you know, he eats rocks. Sometimes Damien amazed even himself with his amazing wit. He had hatched the little rock snake from his egg not too long ago, and the onix was definitely the baby of his team right now.

He turned his attention back to his baby to see a rather large hole in the ground where Onix had eaten his breakfast and he shrugged. He was already two metres long already, and a growing boy too, the Weasel-y family could deal with a small hole in their yard.

He wandered around for a bit and was seriously considering moving up the hill to investigate the woods he could barely see in the distance, when he smelled something amazing coming from inside the house. Exploring could wait till later he decided. He wandered back into the kitchen with Sevi at his side and smiled a wide grin at the family sitting at the table.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully, he had always been a morning person, though it was clear from the yawns coming from three quarters of the red heads, that no one else was. When they saw them though, each of them let out a scream, or yell, and jumped to their feet. Ron fell out of his chair and back pedalled into the wall stuttering something about a snake. Damien looked them all over frustrated.

"Why does everyone react this way when they see Sevi? It's not like snakes are evil or something. Do you guys not realise how freaking cool he is?" he said annoyed.

"Damien, feed me some bacon," Sevi demanded from his side, and Damien released a loud huff in annoyance.

"We have had this conversation before Sevi, no bacon for you! You can have a sausage though," he said and then proceeded to toss him a sausage from the table.

When he glanced up, everyone was staring at them in horror and he sighed.

"You know, I never got looks of horror where I came from. I mean sure, looks of surprise, or awe, or jealousy a couple times, but never horror."

The father of the family straightened up and cleared his throat.

"You can, uh, talk to snakes Harry?" He asked

"Of course he can talk to snakes, we just heard him Arthur," shrieked Molly, making Damien wince and Sevi hiss slightly at the high volume.

"Woah, freaking out much there, it's not that big of a deal –" he was cut off by the twins each grabbing an arm and dragging him out of the house.

Sevi followed them in a rage, ready to bite one of the twins as soon as he got close enough, but he calmed down when he saw that they were just standing outside, talking. Talking without manhandling his trainer; that was the important bit.

Inside, an argument could be heard, though their mom was shrieking enough that they couldn't make out what exactly was being said. It quietened down a fair bit, though, once Sevi's tail was out the way and the door swung shut.

"Better to stick it out here until she calms down. We've been in this situation before-"

"More times than we care to count-"

"Sometimes we go a whole day without it. Not this specific situation of course, 'cause we can't talk to snakes-"

"Wish we could though. Hey, think you could teach us?"

Damien blinked at the two of them for a moment.

"Sadly no, I've tried before. And how in the name of Rayquaza do you do that speaking together thing?"

"Twins," they answered simultaneously as if it answered everything, which, now that he thought about it, it probably did.

"Well, are you going to introduce us to your snake or not?" one of the twins asked eagerly, while the other nodded.

Damien's face just lit up with joy and he nodded in reply. So far the only person that had shown any interest in Sevi had been Hagrid; he had begun to think nobody liked snakes or something.

"Fred, George, this is Sevi; he's a seviper and was my first pokemon," he said.

"Is he poisonous?" one of them, Fred, he thinks, asks.

Damien's chest puffed out in pride and he nodded.

"In the mouth and tail, he's deadly," he announced proudly.

Beside him Sevi was drawing himself up to his full height.

"That's right mammals, bask in the awesomeness that is myself," he hissed and Damien smacked him again with another roll of his eyes. He really worried about Sevi's ego sometimes.

"So what was the name of the other awesome animal you had out?" the other twin said, George, he thought.

Damien paused to think over the question before shrugging.

"Which one?" he asked, he certainly couldn't remember who he'd had out of pokeballs and who he hadn't.

"You have more?" one asked.

"Show us!" they both demanded at the same time.

Damien released a grin; there is nothing he liked more than showing off his pokemon. After he had released them all, he began the introductions.

"This is Iggy, he's a numel. Bolt, my luxray. Pearly, who's a huntail. Eclipse, my hoothoot, I just caught her so she's new. Ash, my shuppet. Rock-Eater, my onix; he's only a baby right now, but he's going to be huge when he's full grown. Finally, this is Padfoot, my mightyena. Oh, and I know there's eight of them, but if the government asks, there's only six."

The twins looked over each of his pokemon excitedly before pausing.

"Wait-"

"Did you say-"

"Padfoot?" they finished at the same time and Damien nodded his head confused.

"There was a guy named Padfoot at Hogwarts, way back when. He and his friends made this map of the castle; we'll show you later when mom's stopped yelling. Weird how you have a mit-mightyena with the same name." Probably Fred explained

"Well, I've always liked the name, ever since I was a kid. I had a stuffed mightyena that I named Padfoot, and dad said I used to call his mightyena Padfoot too." Damien said

Damien recalled all his pokemon, except for Padfoot, because when they were all out, they tended to fight with each other.

He and the twins talked for the rest of the morning; they showed him around the yard, explained that the pidgey pecking around the house were not pidgey at all, but chickens, and talked to him about their family and about Hogwarts. In return, Damien tried to teach them the art of wrestling with a mghtyena, and winning at the end. They weren't very good at it, but Padfoot certainly enjoyed himself.

Eventually,they went in for lunch, where Molly was a little stiff talking to them. She had apparently received a letter from Dumbledore, but she still wasn't sure how to deal with Harry being a parselmouth. Neither was Ron apparently, because the only time he stopped scowling at his food was when he was scowling at Damien.

After lunch, Damien and the twins grabbed their brooms and headed outside, away from the house. As it turned out, they had grabbed the map as well and they pulled it out to show him once they were far enough away that there was no chance their mom would catch them.

"Now usually we don't show this to anyone-"

"But we feel like we can trust you."

"That Padfoot of yours, must be a sign-"

"Or something."

"Besides, who else are we going to leave this to?"

"Ron?"

"Well-"

"Maybe Ginny."

"If we do give this to Ginny-"

"Don't rat her out."

"Anyway, let's do this." Both twins finished together.

All three of them glanced down at the map and George tapped it with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he murmured and Damien's face broke out into a wide grin as the map started showing up.

"That is the best password ever."

The twins smirked amused and nodded.

"We know," they said at the same time.

Damien watched silently as a map slowly spread out on the parchment and then smiled as he saw all the different footprints and names moving around.

"I bet this makes it easy to sneak around," he said, and the twins answering smirks said it all. He studied the parchment for a moment before blinking.

"So you guys are wizards and all but I think I remember the old man saying something about there being normal people too, that don't use magic and aren't stuck in the medieval ages…no offence," he added in at the end though to his relief the twins looked more confused than offended.

"You're talking about muggles, if you want to know about them you could ask our dad, he's a bit bonkers about them." They answered, and Damien made a mental note to talk to him at dinner.

He released Eclipse from her ball, where she immediately perched on his head, making him scowl. He ignored the twin's snickers as he shooed her onto his shoulder instead, and then glanced over at them. To their credit, they attempted to looks serious, before cracking up anyway. When they were finished, they started to instruct him on how to fly.

Before Damien knew it he was soaring into the sky, Eclipse by his side. He discovered that he loved flying pretty quickly, and he was good at it too. He loved the feeling of the wind in his hair, how it tugged at his clothes, the rolling sensation in his stomach as he twirled, dropped and switched directions. Off in the distance, he saw that the forest he'd seen earlier was in fact rather large.

All too soon they were descending back to earth.

"Wow Damien, you're a natural," the twins said at the same time and he grinned.

"I love all the different ways of travelling you have here, do you think I will be allowed to fly at Hogwarts?" he asked eagerly and the twins nodded.

"You won't be able to join a quidditch team until your second year. But if you get permission from your Head of House and Madam Hooch, you should be able to fly during your free time." George answered and Damien bounced slightly in excitement.

"I saw a forest off in that direction," he pointed. "Could you take me later? It looks like a great place for a secret base."

"A secret base?" George exclaimed.

"That sounds...secretive. We like secrets." Fred continued and Damien laughed.

"If you take me there tomorrow I can show you, you should bring some decorating stuff though."

They hung around in the yard until they smelt dinner, then headed back inside.

Damien grinned at the food. He was well used to not eating much all the time; there was only so much food a person could carry, and sometimes on long hikes, and if his pokemon didn't have many successful hunts, he often had to do without the standard three meals a day. He loved it here, lots of food, and he didn't even have to cook it. It wasn't even like the cheap food you got at pokemon centers, this was real, completely delicious, food.

"Are there any muggles in the area? I wanted to get some shopping done before going to Hogwarts," he asked and Arthur beamed at him.

"As a matter of fact there is, I'm busy for the next couple days, but I would be more than happy to take you on the weekend."

Damien grinned then and nodded.

"Works for me."

He ate a little more before studying the family, the whole concept of one this large confused him. For as long as he could remember he'd only had his dad and then there was the addition of Zoey, but that was it. He couldn't even image having so many brothers. Or sisters, he thought, as he studied the youngest one. Only a year younger then him, he remembered, but the moment she caught his eye she flushed bright red and looked away.

"That's odd, usually she never shuts up," one of the twins remarked.

"Must be because she's a fan of yours," the other said and Damien blinked.

"A fan, why? I mean I know I'm awesome, but I'm not that awesome."

He blinked when all he got in answer to that was seven wide eyes staring at him.

"You don't know? How can you not know? You're famous, you're Harry Bloody Potter!" George exclaimed.

"Boys, language," Molly reprimanded, but no one paid her any notice.

"What do you mean I'm famous?"

"There was once this super dark wizard that was so evil that no one would even say his name," one of the twins started, but got cut off by his mother glaring at him.

"You are not telling this story at the dinner table!" She barked.

Damien growled unhappily, but he didn't really want to risk another explosion, so decided to wait until after dinner when he was hanging out with the twins in their room. While he was going to be sleeping in Ron's room, he had discovered that he liked the twins far more than their younger brother.

"So, how am I famous?" he demanded to know once they were alone.

"Well, this super dark, evil wizard, who in my opinion was probably a bit insane, tried to take over Magical Britain. For some reason, on Halloween 1981, he went to your parent's house-"

"No one knows what happened that night, but he died and you lived, so everyone thinks you killed him. Now you're known throughout the world as the Boy-Who-Lived." The other twin finished.

Damien stared at them in silence for a moment. He felt a brief flash of annoyance towards the old man again, sure he had explained that his parents had died fighting an evil wizard but he never mentioned his fame. Not that Damien had been paying that much attention, so he could have mentioned it. But he was pretty sure he would have noticed if the old man had mentioned any kind of fame.

"Really, that's such a stupid name," he laughed, before gasping. "Wait, are you saying I'm that Ash Ketchum of this world?" He asked and the twins blinked.

"Who's Ash Ketchum?" They asked in return and Damien gasped again, this time in horror.

"What do you mean 'who's Ash Ketchum?' He's only the greatest pokemon master of all time! I even got my ass kicked by him one time; it was so awesome that I named my shuppet after him so that I would never forget the moment," he sighed happily at the memory.

The twins exchanged looks before shrugging.

"We'll you're a bedtime story here; you're a hero and everyone knows your name."

Damien grinned; he liked the way that sounded.

"Cool. Well, it would be cooler if they knew me as Damien instead of Harry, but I'll take it."

He spent some time talking with them before reluctantly heading over to Ron's room. He found the red headed boy there when he arrived. Ron looked at him awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Sorry about before. I guess, just 'cause you can talk to snakes, doesn't mean you're evil or anything," he said gruffly before rolling into bed.

Damien blinked and stared at him; he wondered for a moment why talking to snakes would equate to evil before shrugging. It wasn't the best apology in the world but he'd take it. He certainly wasn't going to try to crush Ron's own manliness by demanding a better one.

He was awake early the next day again, but this time he just explored the house while waiting for the twins to appear. To his relief, they appeared fairly soon; they grabbed a quick breakfast before they headed out to woods. He had released Sevi as they walked, and most of the trip was spent talking with Damien translating what Sevi was saying. In hindsight, that was probably a mistake; Sevi and the twins fed off each other, a comment by one made the other just that little more hyper, or arrogant in Sevi's case. Eventually, Damien had to threaten to return Sevi, just to calm him down.

"Wait, so where you're from, you spend your time forcing animals to fight?" one of the twins said with a weird tone to his voice after Damien explained the Pokemon Gym system.

"I don't force them to do anything. Sure I'm their trainer, but if they didn't want to do something, then they wouldn't, especially my lot. Sevi thinks he's better than everyone else, Ash just wants to have fun and creep people out and Pearly refuses to listen to anyone if he isn't in water. Rock Eater is just a baby, so he doesn't fight much of anyone yet. Heck, Iggy doesn't like fighting at all, so I don't put him in situation where he would have to; unless we're all going to die or something."

The twins still looked a little weirded out and they probably would have made a bigger fuss about it, except they had met Damien's pokemon already and they definitely didn't look like they had been forced into fight after fight. They glanced at Sevi, and he looked quite happy slithering through the trees, occasionally stopping to flick his tongue at scents that intrigued him. He wasn't nervous, or cowering; if he had legs, he looked like he would boldly stride into any danger. The topic still bothered them though, so they changed it as they walked into the shade of the forest.

"So what are we looking for?" Fred asked.

"A tall, wide tree, the bigger the better," Damien replied.

It took them about ten minutes before they found one that Damien thought would work. He glanced at the twins as he explained.

"We all need to hold onto Sevi."

The twins blinked and exchanged looks but they did so and Damien nodded down at Sevi.

"Use Secret Power, Sevi," he hissed.

One of his favourite things about being able to speak snake was that he could hiss battle commands and none of his opponents would know what he was saying, so they couldn't know what to expect. It was even better because all pokemon could understand all other pokemon. After he had figured out how to talk snake, even when there wasn't any snakes in front of him, he could do it while battling with any of his pokemon.

The twins frowned, but then their jaws dropped as they found themselves inside a huge room with wooden walls.

"Bloody hell," they said simultaneously.

"That was awesome."

Damien grinned in response and ran his fingers gently over Sevi's scales, making him hiss happily.

"So could you guys summon up some furniture, or maybe a cushion, no wait, a beanbag, those are awesome.

The twins exchanged looks again, Damien mused that they could probably hold full conversations without having to say anything at all.

"Uh, we're not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts until we're seventeen," George explained.

"What the hell? The old bastard didn't tell me that," Damien explained annoyed.

"Which old bastard?" Fred, at least he thought it was Fred, asked.

"I don't know, I have a hard time remembering his name, Dumble-something I think. He has a long beard and wears stupid glasses, no fashion sense whatsoever."

"Dumbledore?"

"Yeah that sounds right. Old bastard," he muttered angrily at the end.

The twins stared at him, amazed.

"We've never heard anyone talk about him like that before, everyone loves Professor Dumbledore."

"Well not me," Damien huffed.

Days passed by. Sometimes they went out and decorated the secret base, and some days they would go and practice flying; Damien particularly liked those days, he felt like he could fly for hours if they would let him. He got to go out on the promised trip to a muggle village with Arthur, he had been relieved to see that they had normal writing supplies and got a years' worth of lined paper, notebooks, pens and pencils.

One day, Molly managed to catch the twins before they could escape and saddled them with chores. The result: one extremely bored Damien. He released Rock Eater and set out to explore more of the area.

Eventually he found himself at the bottom of a hill; when he glanced up it, there was a tall black building that looked like a castle from chess. In other words, it looked awesome, so naturally he started to climb the hill to investigate it. He had contemplated using teleportation, but after the results of his last attempt, decided not to. Randomly getting home would rock, but not when he didn't have any of his stuff, except his pokemon, with him.

When he reached the top of the hill he saw that it was a house, with an awesome looking garden, and in said garden was a little blond girl waving at him wildly. He waved back before jogging the rest of the way to join her.

"Hi," he said as he looked her over.

She had to be about a year younger then him, just starting on her own pokemon journey then, with long blonde hair, and a dreamy expression on her face. Damien instantly liked her.

"Hi, my name's Luna. Is that a crumple horned snorkack?" she asked seriously and Damien blinked.

He glanced down at his side where Rock-Eater was studying Luna with interest.

"Umm, no, he's my onix, but where could I find one of those? I've never heard of one before."

"You can find them in Sweden," she answered with a smile. "Me and daddy tried to find one, but we couldn't. They're very shy," she said, wiping her cheek, leaving a streak of dirt.

Damien nodded; he could understand that, he'd been trying to find a tropius since he'd first heard of the pokemon.

"My name's Damien Koch, do you know if there any cool poke-ummm, animals in the area?"

She seemed like a good person to ask, none of the Weasley's had been much help, and maybe he'd get better results if he called them animals, as that's what everyone seemed to know them as.

"Hm, well there are rumours of acromantulas in the forest; they're giant spiders," she replied after some thought.

"So, they're kinda like a spinarak then? Sounds cool, I'll check it out. Thanks," he replied excitedly, after all, what could be cooler then giant bug pokemon?

They both glanced up upon hearing a door closing and Luna's smile brightened as an older man with shoulder length, white hair walked over.

"That's my daddy," she told Damien happily, who then rose to his feet to shake the man's hand.

"Hello there, my name is Xenophilius Lovegood." The older man introduced himself.

"I'm Damien Koch, Luna was just telling me about the spinaraks in the forest," he said, before dropping to the ground to sit in the dirt next to Luna.

"I don't think I have heard of spinaraks before," Xeno said thoughtfully.

"Well, Luna called them acromantulas, but they sound a lot like a pokemon called spinarak, or possibly ariados now that I think about it."

The three of them spent the rest of the day and most of the evening talking about some of the creatures that the Lovegoods were looking for. They even invited him to stay for dinner, which Damien eagerly accepted. The cooking may not have been up to Molly Weasley's standards, but he also didn't have to worry about said women trying to stop any interesting conversations, or exploding at the twins again.

When he finally returned to The Burrow, it was to a frantic Molly waiting for him at the kitchen door. She rushed him to pull him into another hug once she saw him, which he pulled away from as soon as he possibly could.

"Oh Harry, I was so worried about you, where have you been all day?" she demanded to know and Damien released a sigh. He had long ago given up on getting her to call him Damien, but it still annoyed him to no end.

"I ate dinner with the Lovegoods," he explained and curiously watched the expression that crossed the red head's face at the mention of the family living close by.

"That's, uh, nice, deary. But how about you let me know next time you decide to stay out," she said before bustling back inside and Damien rolled his eyes.

"Dad wouldn't have minded," he muttered, annoyed. He found himself missing his dad more than usual, starting when he had started living at the Weasley's. He was sure if it wasn't for Mrs. Weasley, and he could just hang around with the twins all day, then he would be fine. But the way she acted made him want his dad there, if nothing else, so that he had someone sensible around. Not that his dad was overly sensible, but he would certainly be able to fend off Mrs. Weasley.

The day's passed rather quickly after that. He hung out with either the twins or Luna, and at some point he got introduced to the Diggory family as well. He got the feeling Molly wanted him to spend his time with some other people other than the Lovegoods, but he found that he enjoyed their company too much; that and the Diggory's were just plain boring.

Before he knew it, it was the day they would be leaving for Hogwarts and he watched amused as the family rushed about trying to get ready. He had been all packed since yesterday. It was merely a matter of getting everything in his trunk after all, and he hadn't spread his stuff out that far anyways. Well, everything except his pokeballs, they were in his pocket.

Eventually, they managed to get on the road in a beat up car, whose insides were bigger than its outsides. They ended up at a train station in the same city where he had gone to Diagon Ally with Hagrid.

Once they arrived, there was a panic to grab trolleys for all the trunks. Damien would have just gotten Iggy to pull his trunk again, but they were is a bit of a rush, and Iggy really wasn't very fast. It was his short, stubby legs; they just couldn't move very quickly. Once the trunks were piled on trolleys, they rushed over to what looked like a random archway in the middle of the station, no different from all the other arches between the platforms. He was proved wrong when Percy ran through the arch. The stone part of the arch, not the open, airy bit that most people walk through. The twins followed, and then Ron. When it was his turn, he gleefully ran at it and was disappointed when he didn't get a weird feeling or anything. It was just one moment he was in front of the wall and the next he was on a hidden platform.

He huffed as he moved out of the way; talk about anti-climactic. His thoughts kinda fell apart when he noticed the giant red train, though.