This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokemon, which belong to the Pokemon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokemon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.


They soon said goodbye to Fred and George, cutting lunch short in their desire to be early for Hagrid's first lesson. Their schedule told them to head off down to Hagrid's hut and so they did, arriving before anyone else just in time to see Hagrid walk around the side of his cabin.

"Hey there, you guys," Hagrid said cheerfully. He looked extremely excited.

"Hey there, Professor," Harry replied with a grin. Hagrid beamed but before he could say anything else Norbert followed him round the side of the hut and, seeing the trio, ran towards them.

"Hey there, Norbert," Harry greeted, stroking the Pokémon's hard outer shell.

"He's right pleased ter see yeh, Harry," Hagrid told him. "He's been missin' yeh somethin' rotten."

"Me too," Harry said, smiling down at the dragon type. "I'd gotten used to having him around."

By this point the rest of the students had started to make their way down to the hut, the entire class visible as they traipsed along the great lawn in groups of two and three before they all stopped in front of Hagrid.

"Alright, are we all 'ere?" Hagrid said excitedly. He didn't appear to have a register but at the same time if anyone was running late he could probably spot them a mile away.

"Excellent," Hagrid said, beaming widely. "Now, I know yeh all are real excited to get ter see some Pokémon but we gotta go over some rules before all that, okay."

"Now, first rule, if yeh want yeh can have yer Pokémon out whenever yeh want," Hagrid said. "The more time yeh spend with yer Pokémon out their Pokéball the better in my books. But yeh need ter make sure they don't cause any trouble. Yeh're responsible for yer Pokémon and yeh'll have ter pay the price if they misbehave, got it."

The crowd of students nodded and some let out their Pokémon, Harry, Ron and Hermione being among them, eager to get started.

"Now, second rule, an' this is a very important one," Hagrid said seriously. "Yeh need to treat all Pokémon with the respect they deserve. These Pokémon will be wild, mostly, and are only comin' here as a favour to me, so don't go messin' with 'em, or you'll have me ter answer to."

Hagrid let his serious face drop and he clapped his hands together excitedly. "Now, let's get goin'. I have a real treat fer you lot. They're just round the back of me cabin." Hagrid beckoned for them to follow him as he walked back round from where he'd come from to where there appeared to be some sort of paddock built. And in that paddock were some of the strangest Pokémon Harry had ever seen.

"Girafarig!" Hagrid said enthusiastically, looking incredibly pleased with himself, and as well he should. A big ooh sounded throughout the students and they pushed closer to the fence to get a better look.

"Beautiful Pokémon they are," Hagrid continued, climbing over the paddock fence so he could stand in front of the students. "So unique. Gather round, gather round, I want yeh all ter see."

Harry, finding a spot between Hermione and Neville, looked on at the Pokémon with a small amount of wonder. The Girafarig greatly resembled Giraffe, which was reflected in their name, but actually were a lot more like a horse when it came to size and proportion. They looked quite calm, grazing in the field, and Harry had to fight the temptation to reach for his Pokédex. It wouldn't be fair on Hagrid if he used it.

"Now, let's start off with some o' the basics," Hagrid said, looking around the class. "Does anyone know what type o' Pokémon Girafarig is? Yes, Hermione." Unsurprisingly Hermione had raised her hand into the air.

"Girafarig are normal and psychic type Pokémon," Hermione answered quickly.

"Very good, five points fer Gryffindor," Hagrid said. "Yeah, Girafarig are one of the only Pokémon ter have this type pairing, makin' 'em truly unique and is one of the reasons they're so sought after."

And Hagrid continued in this vain for some time, spewing out a fountain of knowledge about Girafarig that put even Hermione to shame, telling them about what sort of moves it could use, where it would normally live, what kind of food it would eat. Eventually he started to roll to a stop.

"If yeh ever forget anythin' I've said don't yeh worry, it's all in yer textbooks," Hagrid told them, getting looks of relief from many students who had been starting to wonder if they should have been taking notes the whole time.

"Now, for the interestin' bit," Hagrid said with a grin. "Girafarig can be a bit nervous round people but I'm sure they won't mind if we come say hello. Just a word of warnin' first," he said, looking serious for a moment. "See that bulb on the end of their tail. Well, it's got a mouth," Harry blinked in surprise. "Girafarig ain't dangerous at all but their tail has their own little brain an' if yeh stick yer hand too close it will bite yeh." Half the class were now looking seriously alarmed.

"Alright, who wants to say 'ello?"

No one moved. A minute ago everyone would have been eager to get a closer look at these Pokémon but now they seemed nervous by Hagrid's announcement.

Harry stepped forward.

"Good man," Hagrid said cheerfully. "In yeh come, Harry, there's a good lad. Why don't yeh come say 'ello to this one." Harry climbed the fence and was led over to one of the Girafarig which had been standing quite close to the fence.

"This one 'ere is called Buckbeak," Hagrid introduced. "Beaky, this is Harry. You'll like him." Buckbeak gave a soft neigh.

"Hello there, Buckbeak," Harry said, reaching out a hand. He could almost hear the crowd behind him holding their breath but he wasn't worried. Hagrid wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Indeed he was right. Buckbeak made no move to avoid Harry as he stretched out to touch his head, instead closing his eyes and giving a comforted neigh as Harry rubbed him between the ears.

"There we go," Hagrid said, enthused by Harry's success. "Who's next?"

Ron and Hermione were eager to join them and soon the rest of the class followed suit, spreading around the paddock in groups of two or three per Pokémon.

"I don't know why we were so worried," Ron commented as he took his turn patting Buckbeak's head. "We should have known Hagrid wouldn't have anything dangerous planned. He knows more about Pokémon than anyone I know."

Hagrid was standing at the far side of the paddock, doing his best to convince Neville, Seamus and Dean that their Girafarig wouldn't bite, even though Seamus was adamant that it was giving him the evil eye.

"I'm hardly surprised," a drawling voice sounded and Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy approaching, a familiar sneer on his face. "Your standards are somewhat lower than others, Weasley. God this place is going to the dogs." He gave a disparaging look to Ron's Arcanine. It was noticeable that Malfoy hadn't let any of his Pokémon out of their Pokéballs.

"What do you know about it Malfoy?" Ron spat. "You think you could do a better job than Hagrid?"

"Please," Malfoy drawled. "A better job? I can hardly understand a word that comes out of that oaf's mouth."

"Show some respect," Hermione said sharply. "He's a teacher, you shouldn't be talking about him like that."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I heard the same argument from your lips about Lockhart, and look where that got you." It was hard to argue with that, Malfoy had a point.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly. He truly didn't have the energy to deal with whatever trouble Malfoy was planning on brewing today and hoped to nip it in the bud. Malfoy's smirk didn't seem promising.

"Why, I'm just here to say hello to this Girafarig," he said smoothly. Buckbeak didn't look so sure, shifting tentatively on its four hoofed feet. "I figured there must be something wrong with it," he added, smirking over at Harry. "To have taken a liking to you." He reach out to pat Girafarig's hide.

What happened next happened so fast the four teens were caught completely off guard.

As Malfoy's hand approached Girafarig's flank the bulb on the end of Girafarig's tail shifted. A pair of eyes appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and they were fixed on Malfoy's arm. In a flash the tail sprung forward, the bulb splitting open to reveal two rows of razor sharp teeth that bit down into Malfoy's arm before he even had the chance to react.

He screamed.

"Wha's goin' on!" Hagrid yelled, running over to where they were standing, scattering students and Pokémon alike as he ran. The huge mouth that had formed on Girafarig's tail had yet to let go, fastened tightly on Malfoy's arm, and once Hagrid arrived he drew back a huge, shovel like hand and slammed it across the head of the tail. The mouth released Malfoy who crumpled to a heap.

"Help, I'm dying!" he shouted, cradling his bloody stump of an arm to his chest and curling up on the ground.

"Yeh're not dyin'," Hagrid told him firmly. He bent down and bodily lifted Malfoy into the air and into his arms, turning to face the entrance of the paddock.

"Outta the way! Class dismissed!" He shouted as he broke out into a run, charging headlong through the crowd and away towards the castle, rounding the side of the cabin and disappearing from sight.

A strange silence hung in the air in his wake. No one really knew what to do. Eventually people started to leave.

"I guess we should head back," Ron said, a pained look on his face. Having been so close to Malfoy when the attack occurred it was hard to forget the sight of blood gushing from the boy's arm.

There was a scuffle up ahead. Seamus and Dean seemed to have been angered by something Pansy Parkinson, one of the Slytherin students who always hung around with Malfoy, had said, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin students appeared to be engaging in a war of words.

"We should get back up to the castle," Hermione told them. The three of them followed their classmates back around the side of Hagrid's cabin, leaving the Girafarig in peace, and walked over to the steps of Hagrid's hut to collect their bags.

"What do you think will happen?' Ron asked as they walked. "You don't think Hagrid will be in trouble do you?"

Hermione chewed her lip. "I don't see how not," she admitted hopelessly. "Especially considering who Malfoy's dad is." Harry and Ron grimaced. They had met Lucius Malfoy on only one occasion previously, and on that occasion he had removed Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Harry was brought out of his musings by Charmeleon, who was waving energetically over to him.

"What's up, Charmeleon?" He asked, approaching where his starter Pokémon was standing. Wartortle and Fletchinder had already joined the fire type, standing around the trio's bags, and Arcanine and Noctowl were quick to follow.

It didn't take Harry long to realise there was something in his bag that hadn't been there before.

"Pi," the tiny yellow Pokémon mumbled, curled up in the small space not taken up by Harry's books. It didn't look particularly comfortable, what with the edges of books digging into it, but the Pokémon seemed to have found a position it liked.

"Is that a Pikachu?" Ron wondered, the three teenagers moving in closer to get a better look.

Indeed it was, the small electric type Pokémon was unmistakable as one of the most well known Pokémon in the world.

"What do you think it's doing here?" Hermione wondered in a whisper. Pikachu's ear flicked.

Slowly the Pokémon shifted in Harry's bag so that it was facing outwards, blinking blearily up into the sunlight. When it's vision cleared and it got a good look at what was before him, the three humans accompanied by numerous tough looking Pokémon, Pikachu squeaked in alarm, and tried to run backwards only to get tangled up in Harry's bag.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Harry muttered quietly, trying to calm the frantic Pokémon. "It's alright, we're not here to hurt you. I promise."

Pikachu didn't look convinced. It's ears were pressed down against its head and it was shifting its gaze quickly from Harry to all the surrounding people and Pokémon and back again.

"There you go, it's alright," Harry continued, trying to remember how Hagrid would act when meeting a frightened Pokémon in the forest. He laid out a hand in front of Pikachu, palm up and open. "There's no need to be afraid."

Pikachu shifted nervously, glancing around again, but it seemed mostly focused on Harry. Uncertainly it inched forwards, muscles tense so that it could spring away at any moment. Harry waited patiently, knowing that he couldn't rush this, and kept his hand completely still.

Pikachu gradually approached until it was in touching distance, but still Harry didn't move. Pikachu gave a delicate sniff at Harry's fingers, then gave an equally cautious lick, before looking up into Harry's face.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he promised and he saw in Pikachu's eyes the moment it decided to trust him. Then it collapsed to the ground.

"Pikachu?" Harry asked hesitantly, reaching forward to try and help the Pokémon back up, but it clearly was in a bad state. It seemed completely exhausted and whatever adrenaline boost it had gained from its fear of Harry and the others had waned.

"Harry, we need to get Pikachu to the Hospital Wing," Hermione told him in an anxious voice. "I don't think it's well at all. I think that's why it was in your bag, it wanted a place to rest." Harry nodded, he had thought that too.

"It's going to be okay, Pikachu," Harry assured the tiny Pokémon as he scooped it up, marvelling at how light the Pokémon was. "You're going to be alright."

"I'll get your bag," Ron offered as they sat off towards the castle.

The grounds were all but deserted, the other Pokémon Care students having reached the castle a long time ago, and so it seemed to take an age for them to cross the grounds and walk into the castle proper, Harry carrying Pikachu in his arms.

"Madam Pomfrey," Hermione called as they stepped into the Hospital Wing.

Madam Pomfrey looked up and it was something of a shock for Harry, Ron and Hermione to realise that she had been tending to none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What's the problem?" she said briskly, though she remained by Malfoy's side.

"It's this Pikachu, it's really unwell," Ron told her, pointing to the Pokémon in Harry's arms.

"Chansey, take care of Pikachu for awhile, I'll be over in a moment," Madam Pomfrey ordered and the Pokémon in question, a round pink one with an egg held in its pouch, hurried over to Harry and took Pikachu from his arms.

"Pi-ka," Pikachu said softly, opening his eyes and looking back at them as he felt himself being transferred over.

"It's alright, they'll look after you," Harry assured him, following behind Chansey as she brought Pikachu over to a nearby bed. Pikachu nodded tiredly, not seeming able to do much more as he fell against the soft sheets of the hospital bed.

"Out of the way," Madam Pomfrey said briskly, causing Harry to step back quickly as she descended on Pikachu.

Harry waited with baited breath as Madam Pomfrey looked over the tiny electric type Pokémon from head to toe, not saying a word to anyone except a number of brief commands to Chansey, who stood at the ready. Apart from that the only sound came from Malfoy, who moaned softly every few minutes.

Eventually Madam Pomfrey straightened up, having injected some fluid into Pikachu that seemed to calm the Pokémon down. She let out a small sigh and brushed her hands on her apron.

"How is he?" Harry asked immediately.

Madam Pomfrey frowned. "He'll live," she said shortly. "Though he is severely malnourished. Most Pikachu would be a fair bit heavier than this one. I must say, I don't remember you having a Pikachu. How did you come across this one?"

"We found it in my bag," Harry told her. "He curled up in it with all my books and then collapsed when we found him."

"Well you did the right thing bringing him here," Madam Pomfrey told him. "This Pikachu appears to be very young. If I were to hazard a guess I would say that Pikachu got separated from his parents before he had a chance to learn what fruits and berries it should eat in order to survive. That would explain the malnourishment. The forest is usually perfect habitat for Pikachu to live in."

"Will he be alright?" Harry asked.

"With time," Madam Pomfrey said. "Provided Pikachu gets the nutrients he needs he can recover to what would normally be expected of a Pokémon of his species."

"Thank god," Hermione muttered as Harry and Ron each let out a sigh of relief. They had been expecting the worst.

"Pikachu won't be waking up for quite some time," Madam Pomfrey told them. "I would suggest maybe getting something to eat, in the mean time."

"I suppose that makes sense," Ron said. "We still have potions before dinner." Harry scowled. A lesson with Snape was the last thing he needed right now.

"When you come back I'd suggest you take Pikachu to see Professor Hagrid," Madam Pomfrey told them. "He knows the forest better than anybody, he'll be able to show you where you can find food that Pikachu like to eat."

"Where is Hagrid?" Harry asked. From across the room Malfoy let out an extra loud moan.

"Hush, Mr Malfoy, quit being so overdramatic," Madam Pomfrey scolded him before turning back to Harry. "He went to tell Professor Dumbledore about the incident," she said. "I'd imagine he would be back at his hut right now."

The three of them thanked Madam Pomfrey and headed for the door, followed by their small army of Pokémon.

"What do you reckon?" Ron asked as they descended a staircase. "Should we go see Hagrid?"

Harry shrugged. "I suppose so," he said. "We have a bit of time before Potions and it would be good to give him a heads up." He turned to his Pokémon, Charmeleon and Fletchinder having followed him all the way up to the Hospital Wing.

"Why don't you two take a rest," he suggested, holding out their Pokéballs. The two Pokémon accepted and were quickly sucked into their respective Pokéballs.

"Good idea," Ron said, returning Arcanine and Wartortle. Hermione let out an anxious squeak.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. Hermione was standing stock still, looking at her Noctowl with wide, horrified eyes.

"Crookshanks," she whispered. It was only then that Harry realised that the Purugly was nowhere to be seen. It was as though he had just vanished.

"Where did you see him last?" Harry asked hesitantly. In his own mind he couldn't really remember seeing Crookshanks at all.

"I let him out down at Hagrid's," Hermione said. "He was definitely there when we were with Buckbeak. But I can't remember anything after that."

"Maybe he's still down there," Ron suggested. "If not then I'm sure Hagrid can help us."

With that decided they headed back out onto the grounds, really starting to feel the tiredness in their limbs from all the hasty exercise in the last hour or so, and made their way back towards Hagrid's cabin.

They saw no sign of Crookshanks on the way.

When they knocked on the door to Hagrid's hut they were gratified by hearing the sound of Fang scrabbling at the door and Hagrid's reassuring 'back, Fang, back', before the door was pulled open.

Hagrid was in quite a state. When they'd seen him earlier he'd looked so excited, he'd been positively bouncing. Now Harry could not remember seeing Hagrid look so miserable.

"Oh, it's you guys," he said, his voice thoroughly despondent. "I suppose you should come in," he said, wandering back over to his wooden table and slumping down on his sturdy old chair, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione to let themselves in.

"How are you?" Harry asked as they took the remaining seats at the table, Fang the Mightyena dropping his head happily in Ron's lap.

"Could be worse," Hagrid muttered. "I'm not sacked. Not yet. Dumbledore's dealin' with the situation as best he can." There was silence as Hagrid finished. There didn't really seem to be an appropriate way to respond.

Harry decided to change the subject.

"We found a Pikachu today, Hagrid," Harry told him, catching his attention purely by how random the statement seemed. "He was really ill so we took him to Madam Pomfrey. She said he'd been separated from his parents and hadn't learned to fend for himself yet."

"Is that right?" Hagrid muttered, raising his head from the table to listen.

Harry nodded. "Madam Pomfrey told us that you'd be able to help show us where we can find food that Pikachu like," he told Hagrid. "Can you help?"

Hagrid didn't waste a moment agreeing to offer his assistance and they all made arrangements to meet up after dinner when Hagrid would show Harry, Ron and Hermione where they could find the best berries for a Pokémon like Pikachu.

They were nearly out the door, getting ready to head back up to the castle for Potions, when Hermione remembered something really important.

"Hagrid, you haven't by any chance seen a Purugly anywhere around here?" she asked hopefully. Harry and Ron paused to hear Hagrid's response.

Hagrid scratched his beard. "Funny yeh should say that," he told her. "There's this Purugly that's in the paddock right now. Scared off all the Girafarig it did."

"Oh Crookshanks," Hermione muttered, half-relieved to have found him, half-exasperated by his seemingly bullying behaviour. "I lost him in all the excitement of finding Pikachu."

It took them little time to find Crookshanks when they made their way round to the paddock. The Purugly was lying atop a large rock in the middle of the field, lazing about in the sun.

"Crookshanks, there you are," Hermione called as she moved closer. Crookshanks opened one beady eye and, seeing Hermione, cast her a glare before closing it again.

"Crookshanks, return," Hermione sighed, recalling the Pokémon to his Pokéball. "I guess we've got a long way to go before we get along together."


A/N: Thank you all for reading. Just a quick reminder to let me know about your suggestions for Pokemon the Harry Potter characters could have in the story I'm currently planning. Pretty much anything goes (legendaries aside) from all generations. Plus if there's a Pokemon in this story that you think really fits the Character they're paired with then please let me know. The Pokemon teams will be very different but I expect there will be some overlap between this fic and the next one.

Thanks again for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter.