A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA!!! How many of you are confused about my introduction of Salazar into this story? Well, you're just going to have to read on to find out WTH is going on, so Neh! XP

Wizard: Wow, isn't she mature.

Rage: Oh, most definitely. Totally grown-up and ready to face the world.

Author: ... (Sicks Mr. Squishy the Fishy on them)

Mr. Squishy: (Shoots fire balls at the Muses.)

Wizard & Rage: (Running around screaming as their butt's are set on fire by a big fishy)

Harry: ... (Gets popcorn and sits in a lawn-chair)

"Talking"

"Pokemon Talking"

Thinking

"PokeDex Talking"

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Salazar Slytherin, Harry found, was an absolutely fascinating man to talk to. He, apparently, had a unique ability that allowed him to converse with serpent-Pokemon. Harry had already me his Arbok, Abernathy, who was a charming fellow. They'd talked for an hour when the older man had gone off to rescue Shadow from the water, where a group Tentacool had decided to play Catch The Vulpix, chucking the scared but excited Pokemon back and forth between them.

Harry laughed as the yellow-eyed man returned with Shadow, both drenched to the bone. It made Salazar's leather tighten, and his shirt seemed to become a second skin, showing off the mans decidedly magnificent abs. Harry was embarrassed when he found himself taking peeks, wondering what on earth was the matter with him. He was pulled from his self-scolding about bad thoughts when Shadow sneezed and shivered. Worried, he quickly pulled the Vulpix into his lap, holding him tight. He pulled off his shirt and used it as a towel. He was too absorbed with his Pokemon to notice that Salazar, and a few bystanders, both male and female, was giving him The Eye.

"You silly boy," Harry chided Shadow fondly, though he was worried as the Pokemon sneezed twice. "You've probably gone and gotten yourself a cold..." He nuzzled the Pokemon's head with his nose softly, and Shadow licked his chin before yawning, snuggling into his chest for warmth, and falling asleep. Harry hummed softly to him and smiled when Lord Persian laid down behind him, leaning back against the Ancient Pokemon's flank and looking back at Salazar. And if he didn't notice the odd intensity in the older mans eyes, who could blame him?

"I think we should get you both dried off," Harry said, his mother-like instincts, which he'd gained as soon as Shadow had started calling him Mama, kicking in. Salazar arched an eyebrow, took off his duster, spread it out on the ground, before laying on it with a full body stretch that caught Harry's eyes instantly, for a few moments, before Shadow coughed. Then his entire focus was fixed worriedly on the Pokemon. He quickly recalled the most-probably sick Pokemon, before laying his shirt out to dry and leaning back against Lord Persian.

"So, you're off to battle Sabrina, correct?" Salazar asked with a lazy drawl, and Harry smiled slightly, eyes closed and face turned towards the sun.

"Yup. It'll be interesting, you know? Talking to another psychic. I'm kind of nervous, actually." Harry sighed softly, snuggling closer to Lord Persians soft, warm tiger-striped fur.

"Oh?" Salazar asked, curious. Harry nodded with a yawn, drowsy.

"Yep. She's probably had years of practice, and I'm only just getting used to my powers." Salazar hummed.

"Practice makes perfect. You're screwed." Harry opened one sleepy green eye to glare at the older man, who smirked back at him. He calmly sat up, leaned over, and promptly poked the older man in the middle of his forehead.

"You're just jealous that I'll be wondering around and meeting people who might be more interesting then you," Harry said haughtily, nose in the air arrogantly, before he collapsed into giggles as Salazar out-right gaped at him, flabbergasted.

"There are people more interesting then me?!" He said, scandalized; Harry burst into renewed giggles, and Salazar smirked smugly. Harry snuggled against his Pokemon, and promptly fell asleep. Salazar watched him for a few minutes, before getting to his feet, recalling his dozing Pokemon, and donning his duster. He paused, watching the boy sleep for a moment, before Lord Persians deep warning growl had him looking into the narrowed-gold eyes of the Ancient Pokemon.

They stared at each other, and the Persians message was clear. He was not to touch the boy. With a sigh, Salazar left, allowing Fate to have her way. Damn manipulative bitch that she is, he grumbled silently, annoyed. He glanced back longingly. Such a charming boy. And gorgeous to boot, especially with those eyes... he trailed off, before setting out on a course for Johto. Godric is going to have sooo much fun when he finds out, he thought as he disappeared from view.

Wizarding World, St. Mungos...

Dumbledore was proud of himself. He'd been locked up in the Rehabilitation Ward of the Wizarding Hospital for three weeks now, and had managed to keep from killing anyone. Oh, sure, they were considering putting him in the Mental Illness Ward, but he hadn't killed them yet.

"Come along Albus," his nurse cooed, smiling warmly. Dumbledore smiled blankly, wondering what exactly was in the potion they'd given him. Oh well, he thought dazedly, following the nurse cheerfully. It feels nice. Kind of like floating...

His nurse, Deliliah, sighed as she set her patient up in his new room. They'd had such hope that the old wizard would get better, but his condition had continued to steadily deteriorate into violent episodes. Who would have thought, she wondered, that long time exposer to candy, then the sudden withdrawal of such candy, would have this outcome? The greatest wizard of the light, and he's completely insane, she thought sadly as she turned off the light and locked her wards door behind her. Oh well, just means I get a better pay check. Smiling, the Slytherin witch returned to her other duties, pleased with herself.

With Harry & Company...

Harry woke, slowly, to the sound of Lord Persians deep purr. Blinking sleepily, he looked around. His friends were all down in the water, playing with their Pokemon. Well, only Mina, Marius, Havoc and Harmony. The others were all on the bank, either playing, napping, or watching. Harry sat up, stretched, then called out Shadow. The Pokemon sniffed up at him, blinking sleepy eyes.

"I see you're all better," Harry said, relieved. Shadow yawned and stretched, tail twitching slightly, cocking his head to the side.

"Mama, can we go play in the water?" Shadow pleaded, and Harry smiled.

"Okay, come on, Lord Persian. You're not getting out of this so easily!" Harry said with a laugh, heading for the water with Shadow running at his side. Lord Persian, though having started later, beat them to the water with ease. Harry laughed as the large cat dove into the water, splashing those in it. Harry dove in as well, and Shadow managed to do a cannon ball. This, of course, prompted Harry's other Pokemon to try and out maneuver the Vulpix, jumping off of Lord Persians back. Harry laughed again, and started a splash-fight with his friends.

He was winning, when something wrapped around his ankle, and he was pulled under.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter!! Hey, y'all need to check my Profile BEFORE you review. I've got a story I'm considering to post, and y'all need to tell me whether or not I should post it!! THX!!!