Chapter 10

The Shroomish Attack

Harry was having a hard time deciding what items to buy. He had never been Pokemon shopping and didn't know the effects of each of the items.

He was standing in the store holding two different spray bottles. One held yellow liquid and the other held purple liquid. He had no idea what they did and didn't think it was a good idea to use his Pokemon as test subjects.

He placed the bottles onto the shelf and decided to see what the shop owner recommend.

When he reached the front of the store he saw Misty standing their with an arm full of items. She was standing behind an old lady who was paying for her items using numerous amounts of pennies.

"Hi," said Harry automatically walking towards Misty. "At least you know what you're doing."

Misty turned around and smiled at Harry. She had liked him the moment they met. It was just something about him that she couldn't describe. Was it his looks? It couldn't just be his looks. It had to be something else.

"Hi, Harry," she said. "Getting some shopping done?"

"I'm trying, but I haven't used any of these items before."

"I'll help you." said Misty shooting a glance at the old woman, who had just reached one hundred pennies. "She'll be all day," she whispered. "Her total came to forty-five dollars."

A half hour later, Harry and Misty came out of the store both clutching a bag full of Pokemon supplies.

Misty had quickly filled Harry's cart with supplies that he would need. She told him that if he was careful they would last for a month. She had explained a few of the objects in the store and was just now finishing up her speech.

"...and you can use those to heal Pokemon's burns..." she was saying.

Harry was no longer paying attention. Something had distracted him and this evil feeling was surrounding him. It wasn't the same feeling he got from Voldemort, but it was still evil.

He looked towards a old, rundown mansion. The once red bricks were chipped and there were ivy and vines growing around it. The withered trees standing on top of the tall, unkempt grass, gave it an eerie look. The tall kissing gates didn't make the mansion look less frightening.

Harry looked towards the window and saw a human shadow go pass. Some one was inside of the mansion.

"Harry?"

Harry looked around and saw Misty standing by his side. She was also staring at the mansion and he wondered if she saw the same thing he saw.

"Did you–"

"–see that shadow go pass the window? I did."

Harry walked over to the kissing gates and clutched at the bars with one hand. Misty moved closer to the gates.

"I don' think we should go in," said Misty. "It looks dangerous and what if there's..." she gulped. "...ghosts."

"I'm not afraid of any ghost," said Harry.

That was true considering the fact that Hogwarts held hundreds of ghost.

He pulled at the gates and saw that they were locked. Either the person had climbed the walls or they were a wizard and unlocked them by magic before locking them back.

"Oh, well," said Misty sounding relieved. "There locked. Guess we can't go in."

Harry didn't respond. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the lock. Misty stared quizzically at it.

"Alohomora!" he said.

The lock clicked and the gates swung opened. Harry took one step in and a chilling wind swept through him.

Harry walked further in and Misty stayed by his shoulders the whole time. When they reached the door they saw that it was ajar. Whoever went inside must have forgotten to close it. Harry glanced at Misty and saw that her face was white.

Harry continued inside of the dark house and closed the door after Misty entered. They were inside what looked like a living room. It had a great layer of dust on the furniture and the dust on the floor made it look like a gray carpet.

Harry had only taken a few steps forward when he heard Misty scream. He quickly turned around.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked looking wildly around and his wand at the ready.

"A bug just touched my face," she cried. "I don't like bugs."

Harry sighed with relief. He thought that she had been attacked.

He raised his wand once more and whispered "Lumos," igniting the tip of his wand. It was much easier to see. In a distance he could see a green caterpillar retreating in a distance.

"Would it make you feel better if we called out our Pokemon?" he asked Misty.

"No," said Misty. "I just want to get out of here. Coming in here was the most–"

She broke off. Harry heard it too. Someone was descending down the stairs. Misty grabbed his arm painfully as the shadow stopped at the bottom of the stairs and paused. Harry could feel it looking at them.

"So," said a familiar voice. "We meet again Harry Potter."

The shadow moved into the light. It was Blade looking as menacing as ever.

"It's...it's...it's...IT'S A VAMPIRE!!" screamed Misty.

Blade didn't say anything. He kept walking forwards his eyes fixed on Harry.

"Did you think you'd get away from me? I'm more intelligent than the man you call Voldemort. Once I find the one I want to kill there's only a matter of time and your time is up." He pulled out his wand. "No Voldemort to save you now."

Harry knew that he was no match for Blade especially after the power he had displayed the other day. Harry pushed his bags into Misty's arms.

"Get out of here," he told her. "I'll try to hold him off."

Blade laughed. Misty nodded and ran out of the mansion. This reminded Harry of how his father, James, had tried to hold off Voldemort while Lily and Harry fled.

"You are a fool, child. Why bother fighting me when you can just lay your wand down and die at my feet?"

"Why do you want to kill me? I don't even know you."

"Let me ask you a question," said Blade disregarding Harry's question. "Why did Voldemort try to kill you?"

"Because of a prophecy."

"Perhaps. But mostly because of power. You have remarkable power and it's in the process of being trained. You, however, still have untamed magic. It's wild and could unleash at any given moment especially when your emotions are high."

"Are you trying to tell me that you're only trying to kill me because of power?"

"Trying? I'm not trying to do anything. I will kill you. Crucio!"

"Protego!"

Blade's curse ripped through Harry's shield and he barely had time to dive out the way. Blade fired another curse at him and Harry flew out the way. The curse cracking the place Harry was just laying.

The kid was fast, but as a vampire he was naturally faster.

Blade lowered his wand and rushed towards Harry. He had used the same attack on Voldemort. Blade started using his sharp claws trying to scratch Harry, but he kept dodging. The kid had great instincts.

If Harry could get one attack in, he'd be able to get away and if he was lucky he might run into Voldemort.

Blade took one last swipe at Harry before backing off. Harry was showing signs of fatigue. That was good news to Blade.

"Why are you even bothering to fight back?" sneered Blade. "You can't win against me."

"Maybe not," said Harry grabbing a Pokeball from his waist. "Pichu, come out and use thunder shock!"

Harry threw the Pokeball and Pichu came out.

"Pichu!" it said happily. Then more seriously it said, "Pi-chuuuuu!"

A small shock of electricity hit Blade. He stumbled back a little as the electricity tried to paralyze him. He laughed.

"Did you really think that would work? You're just as pathetic with Pokemon as you are with magic."

"I'm not finished," said Harry raising his wand. "Stupefy!" he shouted.

Blade eyes widen in shock as Harry's spell hit him in the chest. It combined with the thunder shock and Blade found himself unable to move.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Harry.

"You stupid brat!" he snarled. "Do you really think this spell would hold me for long?"

"No," said Harry. "Just long enough for me to get away. Run for it, Pichu."

Harry and Pichu bolted out of the door. Than ran as fast as they could causing people on the street to stare at them. Harry didn't care. He needed to find Voldemort and tell him that...Wait. Since when did he become so dependent on the beast?

Harry turned a corner and the Pokemon Center came into view. In front of the center stood five people; Misty, Voldemort, Ash, May, and Dumbledore.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks something was wrong. Misty, May and, Ash were standing back away from the two wizards looking a little scared. Dumbledore and Voldemort were circling each other both of their wands held at the ready.

"I've told you, old man," said Voldemort in a deadly voice. "I haven't done anything to him. I have other concerns besides the boy."

Harry could tell that Dumbledore didn't believe him. After all, you don't become friends with your enemy in one day.

Dumbledore and Voldemort both raised their wands at the same time. Harry ran towards them and stood in front of Voldemort, facing Dumbledore.

"No, Professor," said Harry his arms outstretched in front of Voldemort. "He's telling the truth. He hasn't hurt me. He saved my life."

Dumbledore was so busy staring at Harry that he didn't see the malicious grin on Voldemort's face.

"Harry?" said Dumbledore talking as if Harry was seriously ill. "Have you been–"

"I haven't been confunded," he shouted. "I just...I...I don't even know why I'm defending him, but the night he saved me from Blade I felt this sort of connection with him."

"Harry, this man–"

Harry ignored Dumbledore and turned to address Voldemort.

"He's here," he said. "He's in the old mansion. We stunned him, but I'm not–"

"There you are, Potter," said a voice behind them.

Harry froze and turned around. There stood Blade. He was smirking at Harry, who backed up and stood behind Voldemort.

"Did you really thing your stunning spell would hold me," he said taking a step forward. "I'm not your average vampire. I've trained for many years. Most things in the world don't hurt me." He stopped a foot away. "As for stunning," he indicated a bunch of mushroom Pokemon by his feet that Harry had just now noticed. "I'll show you how to stun."

"Shroomish,"

"Shroomish,"

"Shroomish,"

Clouds of smoke was issuing out of the top of the Pokemon's head and Harry suddenly felt that he couldn't breath.

"That's stun spore," choked Ash. "We got to get out of here."

Harry was about to run when he felt a hand close over his wrist. A sharp pain in his scar told him that Voldemort had grabbed his other wrist. He felt like a stretched rubber band as Blade and Voldemort pulled on him.

"You pathetic man," said Blade between gritted teeth. "Let him go!"

"You let him go," came Voldemort's voice.

Harry started coughing and choking. The stun spore was now entering his body and he could feel parts of him freezing up. Voldemort must have felt the same way because his hand was losing its grip. The spore was not affecting Blade at all.

Blade gave a hard tug that could have ripped Harry's arm from its socket. Harry's wrist flew out of Voldemort's slackened hand. Blade wrapped his arm around Harry's upper body.

Harry struggled to get away from the vampire, but he held a firm grip.

"I'd kill you," Blade said to Voldemort. "But you're not worth my time." he turned his wand on Harry, who struggles increased. "Crucio!"

Harry screamed causing people to look in their direction. Due to the amount of stun spore, no one could see what was happening or come to Harry's aid.

Harry felt himself go limp in Blades arms and everything went black.