FIFTEEN REVIEWS FOR ONE CHAPTER! I'M SO HAPPY!

Huge thanks to Smugraptor, Kyrianae Narii, BlueRoseMidnight, Prototron MJ Tornada, Firehedgehog,

ultima-owner, 917 brat, Akatsuki's Neko Stalker, Saria19, Silvermane1, Harrypfan2001, ibterismith50, DragonFire Princess, Baby Fawn, and Azzie Daughter Of Posideon for reviewing!

To Smugraptor: Sorry, but I will not be writing any pairings in this story. My reasons are: 1. I can't write romace. I've tried. Believe me, it would lower my writing quality quite a bit. 2. The kids are only 11. I don't know about you, but when I was that age. love was gross and mushy. Sorry about that! I hope you don't stop reading because I'm not writing in a pairing!

To BlueRoseMidnight: That was actually a complete accident. You know how on doc manager, if you highlight something it sometimes tells you the wikipedia definition? Well, that's what happened when I hightlight the letter O by accident, and somehow managed to copy-paste it onto the end of the chapter. It's actually completely irrelevant, just ignore it. Sorry! I'm too lazy to get rid of it, though.

To 917 brat: To answer your questions in order: Yes, yes, yes, yes, no. To explain that last one, although the Potters technically have no power over him, Chris' status as the BWL does give them a lot of influence. Plus Fumbodore's backing them, and he has lots of influences as well. So they're trying to get ahold of him anyway, even though he changed his name.

To Saria19: Don't worry, the unicorns will be taken care of, as well as Quirrel. And Cub will revisit his homeworld, at this point I think he likes it better than Earth. But I won't say to much, otherwise I'll give away the story.

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.


"Nine tailed fox… nine tailed fox… where is it? I know I've seen it before… aha!"

The bushy-haired girl nearly shouted in triumph before remembering that she was in the library, closing her mouth with a snap. I watched from my perch atop a nearby bookshelf, smirking when I saw a fully colored stylized picture of a ninetales against a background of flames taking up an entire page. The page beside it contained its stats, attacks, and a short description along with the noteable ninetales throughout history as well as some of the legends surrounding it.

Hermione scanned the page eagerly, but frowned when she got to the part about them all primarily being one color, barring shinies. And even then, shinies were paler with light blue tipped tails, not black and green. Having seen enough, I turned and leapt from shelf top to shelf top as the girl continued to leaf through the book on Kanto pokemon. Cub would like to know about this, even though we'd all seen it coming. Really, it was just a matter of time.

When I got back to where Cub was meditating out in the forest, none of us were surprised when I relayed my findings. In fact, Flare now owed Glider four oran berries since he'd thought it would at least take a month. Glider, having had more faith in the girl, told him that she'd figure it out within the week.

"Oh come on, how come she couldn't have figured it out a little later? Now she made me lose my bet," Flare hissed in annoyance. Spike just laughed and shook his head.

"I warned you not to underestimate her, Flare. Hey, do you think she'll confront Cub about it first, or will she grab Neville? I bet she'll grab Neville, then drag him along to confront Cub," Draca wondered as she coiled herself elegantly on Cub's head, absorbing heat from his black hair.

"Well, I guess we'll find out in about five minutes, since I can sense them exiting the castle and heading this way. It's…" Cub cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes, allowing his aura to spread and create a mental image of his surroundings- a useful technique Spike had taught him to sense the area without setting off any magical alarm bells. "Yeah, Hermione and Neville. Looks like you were right, Draca. Well, this'll be interesting." The emerald-eyed boy grinned and waved his hand, resizing us to our proper sizes. Then he transformed into a ninetales and trotted to the center of the clearing, curling up in a patch of sun.

"Want to make an entrance, huh? You always did love showing off," I purred as I sat beside him, wrapping my tail around my paws.

Devil sat to Cub's left while I sat on his right, giving the appearance of bodyguards flanking employer. Draca and Flare coiled themselves behind him, Draca lifting her head regally to so that the jewel in her forehead flashed in the sunlight and Flare had his hood spread all the way, giving a complete view of the hypnotic designs that decorated his scales. Finally, Spike was seated in a meditative position with Glider perched on his shoulder hovering in the air with the use of Psychic, causing a blue aura to exude from them both. All in all, we made quite the imposing sight. I wondered if it was meant to intimidate or impress. A bit of both, I suppose.

Soon the sounds of fast walking could be heard, twigs snapping and leaves crunching as if an ursaring was on the move.

"Come on, he's got to be here, he isn't anywhere else," Hermione told Neville, striding briskly into the clearing. The timid boy hurried along behind her, struggling not to trip over the edge of his robes. At the sight of us, however, both children stopped short. Neville gulped audibly.

"You know, Hermione, maybe disturbing his nap isn't such a good idea… I mean, they look a whole lot scarier when they're in their real sizes, and not shrunk down to three inches tall. Maybe we should come back later…" he suggested. The girl shook her head firmly.

"No, we need to talk now, whether he's napping or not. Besides, they won't hurt us if we don't hurt Harry, remember?" she said, walking closer. Well, she had guts, I'll giver her that. For all her bravado, though, she was still merely an eleven-year-old girl, and I could smell the fear-scent that trailed from her strongly.

Before she got more than a few yards away, however, Cub cracked open one emerald green eye. Upon seeing Hermione he then opened the other one and stood, fanning out his tails so that they waved majestically in the sunlight.

"Oh, you are so just showing off now," I told him. He replied with a foxy grin and a shrug.

"Okay, okay, so I've always been a bit of a drama king, so what? Comes from living with Koga and Aya for so long. For ninja, they act pretty flashy," he said. Since to humans this probably sounded like a combination of various parts of the word ninetales, yips, and barks, Cub then returned to his human form. Hermione then took the opportunity to march up and jab him in the chest, glaring up at the taller boy.

"You! You prat! Why didn't you tell us they were pokemon? Don't you trust us?" she hissed angrily. Spike snickered behind his paw.

"You're in trou-ble," he sing-songed in perfect, if American accented, English. Neville suddenly went quite pale, and even Hermione stopped her rant for a moment to stare.

"Wha- how is that possible? The only lucario every recorded to have been able to learn the human language was the famous Aura Reader, the lucario who trained under Riley and saved the Tree… but he turned to crystal and let his spirit join his partners. That's what the book says!" the girl exclaimed softly. Spike chuckled smiled at her.

"Yeah, that's true, but you've forgotten that he also had descendants, remember? I think he's one of my ancestors, but we're not totally sure yet. Still, it's a plausible theory, though untestable since pokemon don't keep records of our family trees," he said.

Neville, who was already pale as a ghost, apparently couldn't take anymore and sat down heavily with a thump. Then he buried his head in his hands and started to breathe heavily, probably trying to calm down.

"Okay… okay… Spike talks, it's not a big deal, pokemon aren't extinct, I'm not surprised, Harry's always been unpredictable, not surprised, everything's good, I'm fine…" Neville repeated this and variations of it for a good several minutes before it was safe for him to look again without fainting.

"Okay, Harry. You, mate, owe us an explanation. Now, start from the beginning. How are pokemon not extinct, and how can you transform into one?" he demanded.

Cub sighed, a slight smirk flitting across his face as he sat cross-legged on the grass. "Now that, my friends, is a very long story… it's a good thing today's Saturday," he replied. "Because I trust you enough to tell you guys everything. Just remember, though, nothing you hear leaves this clearing, got it? Good. Now, it started around five or six years ago, when a legendary known as Mewtwo paid me a visit…"


"So let me get this straight, Harry. You were spirited away from your abusive relatives' house by a legendary pokemon that is the clone of another legendary pokemon to a different planet where pokemon are not only alive but thriving to be raised by a group of other pokemon and trained by two of the most famous magical people in history plus a pair of ninjas. Did I get that right?"

"Eh, just about. One heck of a run-on sentence, though."

"Shut up, Harry."

"it was really long run-on sentence, though."

"Neville!"

And just like that they were back to normal, laughing and joking like the kids they were. That is, until Cub remembered an exploration trip he'd been meaning to undertake for a while.

"Hey guys, want to look for a hidden room with me? I heard about it from a couple of the house-elves, and it sounds really cool. Apparently there's a room filled entirely with discarded stuff, and some of it is valuable!" he said eagerly. The other two instantly agreed. The Pride was shrunk back down, with Hermione oohing and aahing over the use of wandless magic. All the way back to the castle she pelted Cub with questions, ranging from what it was like to live with ninjas to what Merlin's favorite spell was. Their conversation was… confusing, to say the least.

Still, it was nice to know that their new knowledge of Cub's abilities didn't daunt his friends at all. If anything, the three seemed closer than ever.


"Whoa! This- this- this is an original copy of Hogwarts, a History! It's over a hundred years old, vintage, and still in good condition! This book is priceless!"

"Wow! A real live Bulgarian Creeper Vine! These are really, really rare in the wild! And it's just growing all over the wall!"

Cub laughed happily at the sound of his friends' delighted exclamations, clambering over a pile of junk. Then a flash of red caught his eye and he turned, leaping towards two small red and white spheres nestled atop a high shelf.

"Hey, Cub, those are pokeballs! What are they doing here?" Devil asked in confusion. The dusty spheres were of an older style, but still new and usable.

The black-haired boy grinned, tapping the button that enlarged the pokeballs and tossing them up in the air. Then, to our shock, twin beams of light shot out to form a pair of pokemon.

One was a fairly young espeon, judging by its smaller size and fluffier kitten-fur. The second was a turtwig, also fairly young. The two blinked in confusion before looking around, focusing on us.

"Where are we? How did we get here? And who are you?" they asked. Hermione and Neville, who had heard the sounds of unfamiliar pokemon, came over to investigate.

"Harry, where'd they come from?" the two humans asked. Cub just shrugged.

"I don't know. I found these pokeballs, but I didn't think that there was going to be anything inside them! I mean, they've probably been here for years. I think their trainers would've come to get them before that." At this the pair looked dejected for a moment before suddenly looking happier. This did not go unnoticed by us, however.

"Your trainers weren't very nice, were they? You didn't like them, and you're happy that they're gone and you're free," Draca stated calmly. The two bristled, but nodded.

"Yes. All they cared about was being strong and powerful and winning battles. Then they found a stone in the woods one day, and somehow ended up in a castle. From there, we were stuck in our pokeballs and don't know anything else. Where are we?"

I purred. "That, is complicated. Now, brace yourselves, since you may not like this…"


Within the hour, the espeon, who went by the name of Amethyst, had bonded to Hermione, while Root, the turtwig, had instantly attached himself to Neville. The pair now learned the basics of pokemon training and care, while Amethyst and Root were just happy they'd gotten new trainers who actually cared about them.

It was almost uncanny, how well the new trainers meshed with their pokemon. Heck, even their personalities were similar. Root was strong and steady, unfailingly loyal, and was swiftly growing out of a self-confidence problem. Amethyst was smart and good at thinking on her feet, while sharing her new trainer's thirst for knowledge. I don't think they could have found any humans better for them.

And so the weeks passed. Schoolwork, training, and showing Hermione and Neville the ropes took up the months until Christmas Break. Soon, however, we were all crammed into a train compartment steaming happily towards King's Cross Station. I wondered who'd be waiting- nobody, Mewtwo in disguise, or Koga and Aya? I hoped the latter. Or better yet, Koga, Aya, and Mewtwo in disguise.

However, no train ride is complete without at least one more embarrassing incident for the Boy-Who-Lived-in-Luxury. It was, however, quite entertaining for everyone else. Especially Amethyst and Root, who remarked that Chris reminded them of their old trainers and that it was nice to see him get what he deserved.

To make a long story short, however, I'll just say that Christopher Potter attempted to take the Pride for himself. This was met with swift and heavy resistance. When we were done, the BWL bore a closer resemblance to a punching bag mixed with a purple elephant than a human. Perhaps hitting him with all those different spells at once hadn't been a good idea after all… it seemed that Cub's jelly-legs jinx had somehow combined with Neville's color changing one, causing Chris' legs to wobble like jello while rapidly changing colors. It was a rather interesting effect, I will say that.

For the rest of the train ride, various people showed up at our compartment to either thank or yell at us. Most of those who yelled at us were the brat's fangirls, annoying little humans who thought he was a veritable angel. Ha. Then there were those like Fred and George, who congratulated us for finally giving the little snot what he deserved.

Even Malfoy made an appearance soon after, though he left in a hurry when Draca gave him her best Momma-Ursaring-On-a-Rampage glare. I swear one of his goons (Crabbe or Goyle? I can never remember, they all look the same to me. Once you've seen one dumb muscle-bound idiot, you've seen them all) nearly wet his pants. Came pretty darn close, but not quite.

The last half hour of the train ride was spent with Cub telling stories, mostly of funny incidents he hadn't shared earlier due to the strong role pokemon played in them (usually one of the Pride). These included, but were not limited to:

The Great Sledding Accident of Snowpoint City, which involved a sled, the gym, and many shocked trainers.

The Ponyta Stampede. All I'm gonna say is this: Devil will never be a sheepdog. Just don't even go there.

And finally, my favorite: Cub's Most Epic Prank Ever. It involved glitter, paint, traps, bombs, confetti, magic, and much, much more. Need I continue?