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Wizard: (Looks at Author) ...I ain't gonna say nothin'.

Rage: (Looks at Wizard) ...Did you just sound like me?

Harry: Did someone see my cookie?

Wizard and Rage: (Point in opposite directions) It's that way! (Glare at each other.) Shut Up! Stop copying me!

Rage: (Hits Wizard with a fish)

Wizard: (Now covered in slimy fish scales and smelly stuff) ^Twitch^ Ew...

Rage: (Smug) I. Win.

Harry: O_O ...Never mind... (Leaves)

"Talking"

"Pokemon Talking"

Thinking

"PokeDex speaking, how may I help you?"

A/N: Yes, I'd like a large order of chocolate pie... With whip cream... lolz!!

Chapter Eleven

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Harry was utterly exhausted when he got back to the limousine, stumbling along after Giovanni, holding onto Persian. He got into the car with Max's help, happily showing the driver his newest possession. He managed to slump into the seat next to Giovanni, where Persian laid across his lap like a warm blanket, before falling asleep. He awoke, briefly, to find himself being carried. He heard Sarah asking something.

"Tired himself out, playing and battling and shopping," Giovanni's smooth, deep voice answered close to his ear, sounding amused. Harry yawned and went back to sleep, feeling safe. He dreamed of battles and a Pokemon who never left the shadows.

Harry awoke mere hours later, and found he was in Mary's room. Yawning, he got out of bed and staggered into the living room. He paused, rubbing his eyes before putting on his glasses. Curiously he blinked at the people in the room. Sarah, Mark, and Giovanni were all on the couch, Mary on the floor and playing a game with Izzy. There was a woman with long red hair, and a man with blue hair, standing in front of the adults. A short cat-like Pokemon stood between them, it's fur the same cream color as Persians, with a large gold oval on it's large foot-ball shaped head.

"Um," Harry said, blinking big green eyes at everyone. "What's going on?" Giovanni arched a brow at him when he looked over. He gestured Harry over.

"Harry, meet a couple of my employees. Jessie, James, Meowth, meet Harry. He's living here with my sister and her husband." Harry smiled shyly at them, before being tackled by Persian, who came sprinting out of the kitchen. She then proceeded to lick his face and hair vigorously, while he sputtered and tried to get her off.

"Oh, hold still cub. You've been playing and battling and sleeping all day. Let me have some time with you." With an annoyed sigh, Harry stopped trying to push her off.

"Fine. But you don't have to lick me!" Persian chuckled, nuzzling his cheek and purring. "Silly cat," he said fondly, sitting up when Persian allowed him. He wiped the saliva off his face with a grimace. "Ew." Meowth snickered, and Harry was surprised when Persian gave the other Pokemon a glare. Meowth glared back, both growling at each other.

"Hey, break it up, you two!" Mark said, frowning.

"Persian," Harry said, frowning slightly. "Don't be rude." Persian stopped growling with a huff, and sat down next to Harry and grooming his hair. Harry's eye twitched slightly, before he shook his head in exasperation and turned his attention to the Meowth, smiling. "Hello there! I'm Harry." He held out a hand, which the Pokemon took.

"The name's Meowth. Nice ta meet'cha," The Pokemon said, his voice having a slight twang sound to it. Harry didn't even blink at the fact that he was speaking English. He just smiled warmly, though still a bit shy. Meowth liked the kid already.

"So, what's going on exactly?" Harry asked, looking around the room at everybody while absently reaching out and scratching Meowth behind the ear, unknowingly his favorite spot. When he realized what he was doing, he stopped, blushing. "Sorry 'bout that," he apologized, but Meowth all but hopped in his lap.

"Do that again," he said, and sighed blissfully as Harry complied, purring. Persian looked at him for a moment, assessing whether or not the other Pokemon would be a problem, but when she heard Harry giggle, she decided that it was alright, and went back to grooming her 'cub'.

"These three," Giovanni informed him, "have been running all around the Region chasing this boy with a Pikachu for a long time." Harry looked at him curiously, paying attention. "Well, they finally got tired of being beaten every single time and decided to get back to work. On their way back, they apparently found a house that was clearly abandoned, and inside they found a little less then a dozen pokeball's, all with strange designs on them. They were just about to show us when you came in." Harry turned his large, curious emerald eyes to Jessie and James, who pulled out a large sack and upturned it on the coffee table. Ten pokeball's tumbled out, each one had a different color of swirls on it.

"Maybe Mary should leave the room," Sarah said worriedly, eying the strange pokeball's warily. Harry was entranced, leaning forward and caressing a 'ball with his fingertips. Something about the balls called to him. They all just seemed...alive. Powerful. And, suddenly, he found he knew what was in each ball.

"Charazard," he murmured, eyes glazing. He moved to the next. "Dragonair." He moved on. "Aerodactyl." The next. "Lapras." The next. "Blastoise." Next. "Vinesaur." On the next one, he paused, head tilting slightly. "Ninetails, and pregnant, by the feel of it." Next one. "Raichu." Next one. "Fearrow." He touched the last one, and his expression softened. "Persian. Extremely old. Ancient, really..." He sat back, expression pleasantly blank, eyes glazed and empty. It was a look that scared everyone who was in the room, more then the little show he'd just put on did.

"Harry?" Sarah asked softly, and he turned to her with a blank, pleasant smile.

"They whisper to me, you know," he informed her, turning those terrifyingly blank eyes back to the table, his head lolling on his neck. "The pokemon in these are terrifically old. They tell such brilliant stories..." his voice had a soft, dreamy quality to it that made the fine hairs on everyones bodies stand on end.

"How old, Harry?" Giovanni asked gently, unnerved but interested. (A/N: Um, hello? Businessman, here!) Harry let his head fall back, lolling on his neck as if boneless. He rolled those disturbing green eyes to Giovanni's dark blue, and a hint of life returned to them, a flicker of recognition, there and gone again.

"Centuries..." he whispered, before rattleing off in a dreamy monotone, "Charazard, four hundred seventy-three. Dragonair, three hundred seven. Aerodactyl, seven hundred thirty-two. Lapras, two hundred ninety-eight. Blastoise, five hundred twelve. Vinesaur, five hundred sixty-six. Ninetails, nine hundred eighty-four, and nearly ready to lay her egg. Raichu, eight hundred. Fearrow, three hundred ninety. And Persian..." His eyes flickered again, the recognition stronger then before, his voice was less dreamy then it had been as he whispered the answer. "Twenty-seven millenias have passed since he was a Meowth, thirty since he was considered a baby. He is a Lord, royalty. One of the first of his kind. Ancient. Powerful..." His eyes closed and his head fell forward, his shoulders slumped.

Meowth had already scrambled from his lap, fur standing on end in terror. Persian whimpered, afraid for her cub. She crept forward from where she'd hidden, and nudged his shoulder with her nose. He roused slowly, eyes opening to blink at his lap. He lifted his head and looked around, confused and nervous. Everyone was staring at him, holding their breath.

"...I'm hungry," he announced after a minute, and the entire room face faulted.

A/N: Dun-dun-duh!!!! Oooh, Harry's creepy psychic powers are kicking in! What'll happen next, you wonder? You'll have to wait and see! Lolz! R&R