A/N:The reason it takes fifteen minutes is because Dodrio seems to have a top speed of around 40 MPH. This would mean that the Center was about ten miles away at that speed.

Harry is thought to be a girl because, at the size he was found, his longer hair gets him mistaken for a girl.

Original Plotline: Harry's found by a silver pokémon. This pokémon stays with him, even after it gets help for Harry, who was injured, dirty, and possibly dying in a forest. The pokémon (shiny Eevee; later Flareon) is found by a trainer, who attempts to battle with it, but the pokémon just keeps running away, stopping, & looking back, before repeating the cycle, trying to get them to follow. Eventually, they do, and find Harry. Harry decides to take the name 'Silver' in honor of this pokémon. It turns out the pokémon knew what to do, given that it had been captured by Team Rocket and left in the forest to breed its special coloring. It already had an ident chip and everything. The owner gives the expensive, specially bred pokémon to Harry, saying, "You'll need 'em." Years later, Harry discovers he has magic (though not in as many words) when under threat by Team Rocket and/or a wild pokémon and he repels them away from himself and his pokémon.

Dailia Santos was on her way home from her pokémon journey, finally satisfied with exploring what the world had to offer. She thought she had seen all that pokémon had to offer. Of course, the key phrase in that sentence was thought she had. Mareep, the newest addition to the team, was walking next to her, trees dense around the worn path.

She was thinking of setting up camp in a bit, since it was nearing dusk. Every now and then, she would see an offshoot of her current path, possibly leading to summer homes or pokémon clusters. She wasn't going to go looking for more pokémon (she only was able to legally carry six for battling, and she was already at five, including Mareep), but she wasn't going to say no to one crossing her path and becoming aggressive.

When a shiny Eevee jumped less than twenty feet in front of her onto the path, she exclaimed in excitement. She had always loved shiny Eevees, thinking them both rare and beautiful. Mareep, wary and apprehensive of this strange pokémon, immediately leapt in front of her owner, her fluffy wool sparking in warning.

The odd thing happened next.

It just stared; bushy tail swishing agitatedly, long ears pricked forward. This was the strangest behavior from a wild pokémon Dailia had ever seen. Other pokémon she had battled would either submit instantly to any threatening moves she and her pokémon made, or would react territorially to the new threat. This was the first time she had seen one act almost curious, but watchful, in something other than a trained psychic-type.

It ran back into the bushes next, completely baffling her and her Mareep. Then it launched itself out of them, took several steps towards her (Mareep bristled again) before going back to the bushes. It kept its eyes on her as it did this twice more. This was even weirder than the previous behavior.

It keened a small, "Ee~" at her before going back into the forest.

Taking a chance, Dailia asked hesitantly, "Do you want us to follow?"

Eevee nodded, tilting its silver head to the trees.

Dailia looked at her Mareep, who shared a bob of the head with her before both followed after the shiny Eevee.

The journey wasn't all that long, maybe a minute or two with how they rushed after the racing Eevee. Did it know Extremespeed or something? Dailia already felt a little drained when they entered a small clearing off of the path, surrounded by huge trees. There was lush emerald grass spilled in thick patches, leaving the ground barely visible beneath its greenery.

The Eevee had trotted towards a tree that had a large hollow underneath it, held open by one of its thick tree roots.

There was a small human foot sticking out from it, covered in something that looked like—

"—Blood?" Dailia whispered out loud, horrified. That was a child's foot covered in blood. She unclipped a pokéball from her belt, resized it, and summoned her largest pokémon, a Dragonite. Mareep bleated in concern next to her. Dragonite rumbled as he reappeared, gold scales glinting in the fading sunlight. "Dragonite, we need to get this kid to the nearest Pokécenter immediately. I don't know what's wrong, but I know nobody needs to be covered in blood. They're under the tree," Dailia pointed when Dragonite nodded in understanding. "I'll catch a ride on Dodrio."

She helped with getting the small kid (not even three feet tall, so young for the injuries she could see they had) from under the tree, since Dragonite wouldn't be able to fit in there enough to get them out. Settling the torn and bloody kid (a little girl, which probably made it even worse) in the pokémon's arms, she set them off, pointing in the direction of the nearest Center. Dragonite wasted no time in taking off for it, hardly a speck in the sky a moment later.

"Mareep, I'm gonna put you in your ball for the journey, okay? We need to get there as fast as possible." Mareep bleated again, this time jerking her head to indicate her agreement. "Return, Mareep. Come on out, Dodrio." In Mareep's place, a tall, three-headed bird appeared.

"Drio," one head mournfully squawked.

"Dodrio, I just sent Dragonite to the Pokécenter to help some kid we found. We need to get there quickly, so we can find out her actual condition. You up for the run?" Dailia questioned. The center head, the joyful one, nodded; the left head, the angry one, glared at her in reproach. "Alright then. Just run that way; we were heading there anyway before we found her."

Barely remembering the strange Eevee that had led her there, Dailia was hardly able to turn her head and catch sight of the silver fluffy pokémon before Dodrio darted into the trees.

It took fifteen minutes to reach the center by pokémon. Dailia could see Dragonite perched on the building, keeping an eye out for her. He launched off and landed softly on the ground beside the front entrance. If it were another situation, she would've laughed at how a few milling trainers skittered back from the seven-and-a-half foot tall dragon-type, but she was too concerned for the little kid — toddler, really — that she had seen.

"Have they got her being taken care of?" she asked her second oldest pokémon as she climbed off Dodrio. He growled at her. "I know they probably are, but I just wanted confirmation. She was tiny, wasn't she?" Dragonite chuffed this time. "Thanks for helping, big boy. I never would've been able to get her as fast as you did. You wanna stick around while I go to find out how she's doing?" He nodded, and Dailia posed the question to Dodrio, who pecked at her belt. She returned him to his pokéball before heading inside to track down a Nurse Joy.

He was waking up in heaven, he was sure of it. He'd never felt this warm before, and surrounded by what felt like soft feathers. He snuggled in closer. Maybe he had angel wings. He'd think it'd be interesting to have those. But Aunt Petunia had always called him Freak, and Uncle Vernon had called him Boy, so maybe he wouldn't be good enough to be an angel. Dudley was called an angel all the time though by his parents, so maybe he shouldn't be one, if they all acted like he did. He didn't have wings, so maybe his parents were lying to him.

He wasn't hurting anymore, and the last time he was awake, he was hurting a lot. Maybe he was in heaven. Maybe he could find his parents!

Feeling excited, he quickly opened his eyes, wanting to see if what he was thinking was indeed true.

He was disappointed to find a white room, looking like the hospitals on the telly during Aunt Petunia's shows. There were beeping machines, a wide, white door, a bathroom off to the side, and a giant pink egg—

— Wait, what?

He did a double take, seeing a giant pink ball thing that looked like it had hair. As if sensing his stare, it turned around and squealed, "Chansey!" before rushing from the room.

… Did that thing just talk before it ran away?

Before he had a moment to actually contemplate what that would mean for his sanity, a pretty lady with curly, bright pink hair bustled in, blue eyes lighting up when they saw him blinking in puzzlement. He felt a little piece of him withdraw with that look. That look usually meant bad things for him.

"Oh, you're awake! That's good. It was very touch and go when the potions didn't affect you for a moment. We weren't sure you would make it through your predicament. What happened to you, young man? To give you those kinds of injuries—!"

The woman was exasperated, he was sure. She was also a little scary. He almost reverted to his Uncle-tactics before he caught himself and asked, "What injuries? I'm perfectly fine."

"What injuries, he asks. I'll have you know you had several lacerations, even some broken bones, as well as internal bleeding and are very lucky to not have brain damage! You had a broken nose as well as your left wrist, one of your ribs had been fractured, and you came very close to dying of blood loss to begin with. You were very fortunate Miss Santos had found you and that we had just gotten restocked on the proper medications."

"Wait, if I had all that, have I been sleeping for a year? It doesn't feel like it," he stated, very astonished that he had slept through it all. She painted a scary picture, too, about how hurt he was.

"Don't be silly! You've only been sleep for about two days. You were just about to start your third."

"It's only been three days? Are you an angel, too? That would explain the odd… pink thingy that was in here," he reasoned.

"Oh, that was Chansey. Have you never been in a Pokécenter, before, young man? They are almost always used as nurses while my sisters and I man the front desk."

"What's a Po-kay-center?" he inquired. "I've never heard of that, before."

"Hold on a minute, you've truly never been in a Pokécenter before?" Nurse Joy asked incredulously. "Every person has been at one once in their lives."

"Well, I don't think my cousin, aunt, or uncle have ever been in one. If there's always a… Chansey, I think you called it?… here, then they would never be caught dead in one. They'd call it weird. How did I get here? The last thing I 'member is being in my cupboard," he explained his lack of knowledge away before latching onto a new topic that hopefully wouldn't make him get a headache.

"Cupboard…?" the nurse repeated, appalled. This young child was in a cupboard often enough to call it his?

"Oh, wait, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about that after last time," he muttered, now feeling very scared.

"… young man, what's your name?"

"… why do you wanna know?"

"Why, so I know who I'm talking to of course! And Miss Santos has been asking about you. She's renting a room here."

"Isn't she the lady you said found me? I have to thank her."

"Yes, you should, but I'll first have to tell her your name, or she might not know who I'm talking about. What did you say your name was?"

"I don't think I have a real name. Aunt Petunia only called me Freak, and I know Boy's not my name, like Uncle Vernon likes to call me."

There was an odd look in the nurse's eyes, but she was smiling and asked him, "Do you want to name yourself?"

"Can I? I thought only famous people could do that."

"No, normal people can, too."

"Can I thank the lady before I do, though? I wanna know how she got me out without waking me up."