A/N: THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER.Okay I've been having a bit of writer's block when it comes to the main story so sorry for those of you who thought this was a real chapter. This was actually one of the original plots I was going to use to make this story and when I was hit with writer's block I decided to try and flesh it out a bit for inspiration and decided hey why not post it, I mean I know it's not the chapter you're waiting for but consider it a little bonus or you know a late Christmas present. FYI: this is just a one shot I have no intention of turning this into a whole thing. I already have two very neglected stories on my hands, I'm surprised FFPS ( fanfiction Protective Services) hasn't already confiscated my account yet, so try not to fall in love, and if you do, adopt it and run baby

*Age 6

Harry slowly opened his eyes, everything still looking hazy from sleep, before jolting up and looking around in a panic when he realized that he wasn't on the small cot in his cupboard. He was on a very large and comfortable bed, in a room that was bigger then the Dursleys entire house.

He panicked for a moment more before he remembered what had happened a few weeks prior and relaxed.

Looking to his left he seen the blurry form of his glasses on his bedside table. His eyesight was alot better now than it was before but he still needed to wear glasses to see properly. He began to start crawling the few feet to the edge of his rather large bed before he remembered what his Daddy had told him to start doing. Hesitantly he lifted his right arm and tried concentrating on his glasses, imagining that he was picking them up.

Slowly a faint blue glow outlined his glasses before they slowly began to float over and settling in his open hand.

~Flashback~

Harry was in his cupboard, curled up on top of the thin sheet he used as a blanket, he had tears streaming out of his eyes as he silently cried, his small body was covered in bruises.

The day had been utterly and completely horrible. While most days in his life were unhappy, this day in particular had been completely unsalvageable.

His uncle Vernon had been upset and agitated for the past week over some business meeting at work or something of the like and apparently today, it hadn't gone well. Apparently his uncle had made a mistake about what the meeting had been about, so had prepared the wrong proposal to be presented to a promising business partner and had been dismissed from his meeting at work by his boss. He'd come home upset and immediately started ranting about how it had been unfair to have him be ejected from the meeting and subsequently be passed over for a promotion that would have come with helping to land the business deal. However after half a bottle of bourbon he had moved on to ranting about how it was, somehow, his nephews fault for his problems at work.

At first he had just been shouting at Harry about how he had been ruining his and his family's lives by being there, and about how they should have gotten rid of him from the start.

Things had gotten worse when his uncle had been shaking his old ripped up second-hand school bag around, while yelling about how generous they had been to him, and the contents spilled out onto the floor and his uncle had caught sight of the report he had to take home from school about how he had somehow caused his teachers wig to turn blue.

After that he had beaten Harry worse than he had before, then locked him in his cupboard. That was a little over a day and a half ago and he still hadn't been let out.

Harry let out a small sob of pain as he moved around on the thin sheet.

' I don't want to be here. Why do I have to live here?' He thought, to afraid to speak outloud, despite the fact that the Dursleys had gone out for the night. Without realizing it, Harry's magic began pulsing outward, reacting to Harry's emotions and trying its best to get him somewhere safe. Unfortunately due to the wards around the house anything and everyone capable of being alerted by the distress waves of magic were unable to detect it.

However there was a being that was able to detect the magic without being deterred by the wards, because they weren't of that world.

In side the house, a pink ball of glowing light appeared before taking the shape of a pink cat-like creature. With the ward around the house blocking Harry's magic from going to far outwards it had built up to a point where it could be felt from a different world and had managed to catch the attention of a certain Mythical pokemon.

"Mew?"

The creature looked around the house in the strange other world in confusion. It hadn't been sure what it was that it had felt pulsing outward from this place, but it had known what ever it was, was calling out for help. It floated around the first floor of the house, looking for what ever needed help. It floated around the kitchen and sitting room before teleporting to each of the bedrooms upstairs finding nothing. It wasn't until it teleported itself to the entrance hall that it heard a small strangled sob comeing from under the stairs.

Harry had been curled up staring at the dark wall, trying to ignore the pangs of hunger, when there was a small flash of light behind him startling him into rolling over to look at where the flash had come from. He immediately jerked back when he came face-to-face with a floating pink long-tailed cat.

"Mew?" It tilted its head as it looked at the small child pressed against the wall infront of it. It tilted its head to the other side looking at the bruise on the boys face and floated closer.

"W-who a-are you?" Harry stammered as the thing started floating closer. He flinched back and hit his head against the wall when the creature reached out and put its hand on his cheek. Suddenly his face flashed with a pink light for a moment before the bruise on his cheek faded away along with the pain.

Harry touched his face where the bruised had been, blinking in surprise.

"Thank you." Harry said smiling at his visitor, now without any fear or hesitation.

"Mew Mew Mew." It cried out in its soft high voice as it spun around in the air happy at making the green eyed boy smile.

Harry giggled at the display before speaking. "What are you? Where did you come from? Do you have a name?"

"Mew." It said looking back at Harry.

"Your Mew? Or is that all you can say?" Harry asked tilting his own head at his visitor.

"Mew" It cried again clapping. Harry took that to mean yes.

"Okay, Mew, where did you come from?"

Mew once again floated toward Harry, this time it's eyes glowing a light blue.

It was like the world had fallen away from Harry's eyes and suddenly images of different places, from lushest forest to wide open plains to vast blue oceans and even bustling cities, flashed through his head. And in all of these views Harry seen a bunch of strange looking creatures he had never seen before. Soon the images stopped and Harry blinked his eyes as he came back to himself.

Wh-what was that? Is that where your from?"

"Mew!"

Mew nodded its head enthusiastically then pointed at Harry. "Mew Mew Mew!"

Harry shrugged helplessly "I don't understand."

"Mew!" It's eyes flashed blue again and Harry was once again thrown into a series of images going through his mind, only now he's not seeing images of the unknown places, but his own memories. He seen himself standing on the stool infront of the stove cooking for his relatives, in the backyard under the hot sun gardening, his uncle hitting him, and Dudley and his friends playing Harry hunting. Once again the images stop and he's in his cupboard looking at Mew, but before he can make a guess at what the point of that was he was thrown into, what he realized was his, mind again. This time seeing more unknown places, this time what looked like snowy mountains, sandy deserts, and open skies, all of which had those weird creatures.

"Mew Mew Mew." Mew cried as Harry once more came back to himself.

"I don't understand. Why did you show me, me. And how did you know that stuff."

"Mew Mew." Mew said, waving it's right hand and pointing at Harry and then the ground.

"Mew Mew!" It then waved its left hand before flying down and grabbing Harry's own hand and pulling him in a "let's go" gesture, which Harry understood.

"You want me to go with you?!" Harry shouted in shock and a bit of hope, before he slapped his hand over his mouth at his outburst. Years of being punished for making any sort of noise kicking in despite the fact that he was alone in the house.

"I-I want to go but, how-" Harry didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before he felt and intense vibrating sensation before he felt the world turn black.

When he woke up, he was on the floor and looking up at the sky through a canopy of trees in the middle of the day. He pushed himself up and into a sitting position and looked around seeing that he appeared to be in some sort of forest.

"Mew?" Harry called out as he pushed himself up, or he tried to.

Right when Harry got his feet under him he was suddenly aware of how tired he felt and promptly fell over. If he hadn't been distracted by how exhausted he was he would have noticed that his body wasn't in pain from the beating he had taken prior. Instead all he could do was try and push himself off the forest floor, despite the fact that he felt like he had just swam the English Channel.

As he was making his way towards a large shady tree he heard a soft rustling sound. Looking to where it was coming from he backed away as it slowly got louder, and he realized that whatever it was was actually getting closer to him. Pushing him self he managed to stagger away and behind the tree.

As the rustling got closer he heard voices.

"Alright, conducting sweep of sector Alpha for priority target. Spike in readings have died down in hot zone. This will be the final sweep for Mew before heading back to base." A Male voice called out.

"Houunn~" "Champ~"Chocke"

Harry's breath caught in his throat at the aggressive growling he heard coming from around where he had heard the voice. It sounded almost like growling from one of aunt Marges bulldogs and it sounded like there was alot of them.

Harry tried moving back away from the source of the sound and voice as slowly and quietly as he could but as he was backing up he felt his back collid with something, and the collision caused the something to growl. Turning around Harry was faced with a large black dog like creature with large curled horns.

"Hounn~!" It barked snapping its teeth at the raven haired boy.

Harry let out a scream as he scrambled backwards, falling over and out from behind the tree as he tried to put distance between himself and the beast.

"Hey kid who are you what are you doing here." The voice from before called out, making Harry flinch as the person was only a few feet away from him now.

Looking over he seen a man caring a little device and dressed in a black shirt, cap, and pants with white boots, gloves and belt and a red R on his chest. Around the man stood several creatures that Harry had never seen before, though he assumed they were like the creatures Mew had shown him in his mind. Not counting the one he had bumped into, there were three; one looked like a smaller version of the creature he had bumped into, black and white and looked vaguely like a dog, the other two look somewhat similar to each other, they were both big and humanoid in shape and bulging with muscle, though one had four arms and was bigger.

"Hey are you listening brat?!" The man growled, Harry had been so distracted by the creatures he hadn't notice the man talking.

"Where are your parents, no body is supposed to be here." He said sounding less and less patient by the second. "If you don't start talking your going to be in big trouble." He said stomping forward.

As he did this several things happened in quick succession.

First the creatures around him all moved forward, growling and snarling threateningly.

Seeing this Harry through his hands up over his face in defense, expecting to be hurt, and feeling something inside of him push outwards. It was a strange feeling, like he was pushing with hands from everywhere on his body. It was followed by a shooting, almost electrical, sensation through his brain, right before Harry once again fell into darkness.

The final thing that happened, though Harry would be told what happened later seeing as he was passed out. The device in the mans hands started making a rapid beeping sound just as he and his companions were all forcibly flung backwards, several feet. Though it wasn't very harmful, in fact it didn't really cause any damage to the group, it was still surprising and caught the man off guard. In fact it had been so surprising that after he picked himself up off the ground he found himself more interested in reporting the kid to his superiors then he was about worrying if whether or not they had anymore potential Intruders in the area. The kid didn't look like he could be more than 3 or 4 years old, and they're pretty far out into the wilderness. It wouldn't do if the kids parents were to witness they're less than legal activities out here.

The grunt walked over to the now unconscious child before putting a finger up to his earpiece and radioing in what had just happened.

The boss would want to hear about this.

The next time Harry had woken up he had been on a hospital bed in what looked to be a laboratory, like the ones he had seen on the telly. There had been two men there with him. One was an older man somewhere in his mid 50s, wearing a white lab coat, he was completely bald on the top of his head with all of his salmon colored hair around the sides, along with a thick mustache and thick bushy eyebrows. The second man was younger then the first somewhere in his mid-30s, with a serious expression, he was wearing a black formal suit with a white long sleeve button shirt with a red tie, he had short, brown hair that was slicked back.

"Hello, nice to see your finaly awake." The second said in a baritone voice, once he sees that Harry is awake. Even though he was smiling slightly it doesn't seem to reach his eyes.

"My name is Giovanni and this is Dr. Namba." He introduced "Now would you mind telling us your name, I'm sure your parents are very worried about you." Though the man, Giovanni was speaking in a friendly tone, it sounded forced and unnatural, like he wasn't use to speaking to children.

"I-I don't have any parents. They died." Harry told him truthfully, even though he was very scared at waking up, yet again, in an unknown location, he didn't see a reason to lie. "Where am I."

"You were quite far in the Route 1 forest, and very far from the main road. Could you please explain to us how you got their Harry?" He asked skipping over Harry's question. Now his smile seemed more pleased, if a bit greedy.

From there Harry proceeded to tell the two men what had happened, excluding the part where Mew had healed him, he hadn't wanted them to find out that he had been punished for being bad and doing a " freaky thing". The older man, Dr Namba, had began asking him questions about where he had come from, asking about something called Pokemon when the man hadn't known of any places called Surry, England, or the United Kingdom . However once he got to the part about Mew both men had become very very interested.

After and extremely lengthy discussion about where Harry had come from, his interaction with Mew, and where he was now, a place called Viridian City in somewhere called the Kanto region. The two men had left for a bit, giving Harry a tray of food that had been delivered during their discussion. When the door to the laboratory opened again Giovanni was alone and proceeded to ask Harry if he would want to come and stay with him.

A few days, and unknown to the little boy, several bribes, later had found Harry with a new Daddy and Giovanni with a son and heir.

~End Flashback~

Harry slipped his black and red rectangular frame glasses on to his face and looked around, now with much clearer vision then he had had before, at his room. Even though it had been several weeks he was still a bit awestruck by it and that it was all his.

The room was massive with cream-colored walls and a high ceiling with large floor to ceiling windows taking up one wall that were currently coverd by thick royal blue curtains. Most of the opposite wall was made up of an in-wall bookshelf that was split into two sections buy a staircase and walkway. The bottom level was made up of DVDs and games and had a small alcove in the center where a desk and a large monitor were set up, while the upper level cases were filled with books on just about every subject. There was a small circular table with four chairs right next to one of the large windows on the right side of the room. And in the front of the room to the right of the doorway was a large flex room that had a large squashy couch pointed towards an entertainment center setup with a TV and several game consoles. And to the left of the doorway was a large ensuite bathroom.

Harry blinked a few times looking around his room, and like most days, marveling at the fact that it was his room. As he came back to him self and started to get out of bed there was a light rapping at his door before it opened slightly to reveal Matori, his daddy's secretary.

"Good, your awake." She says to him, in her normal flat professional tone.

"Good morning, Ms. Matori." Harry greeted her in his own sweet yet shy tone. Even though she's never been mean to him, her perpetually blank stone face still made him a bit nervous.

Her lips twitched up slightly into a minuscule smile as she continues in an ever so slightly softer tone. "You don't have any lessons today. Your father is going to be taking you out for the day."

"Really! where are we going?" Harry asked excitedly as he scrambled out of bed, his stuffed teddiursa in his arms.

Matori bit down on her instinctual reprimanding response that she would give if any agents are operatives had asked any questions after a briefing and tried to make her smile a bit warmer.

"Get dressed and you'll see soon enough." She says instead after a moment of thought, choosing her words carefully.

Harry smiled and walked into his bathroom where his closet was located to start getting ready for the day.

Matori let out a small sigh once the bathroom door was closed. She wasn't comfortable interacting with children, the last time she had to have interact with any kids had been when she was a child herself. And in all honesty that wasn't exactly a happy experience for her. But her boss had been very clear about treating Harry with respect and not upsetting him. After the Team Rocket trainer they had appointed to be Harry's personal P.E teacher had been barking orders like he would have at the trainees, had made Harry so upset and scared that he had accidentally let loose a wave of psychic energy that had slammed the man into the wall and knocked him out. Although being knocked unconscious was the least of his worries after Giovanni had had to send out a full on man hunt to find Harry after the boy ran off scared he would be punished or kicked out because of the accident. Matori honestly wasn't sure what exactly happened to the man, but the dark look in her boss's eyes when he told her he had "dealt with the situation" had a very cold chill running up her spine. The P.E teacher had been one of their best training officers and had been with Team Rocket almost as many years as Matori herself, he wasn't somebody the organization would just throw away casually like the dime a dozen grunts they had.

It have become obvious that like with all of his duties as the leader of Team Rocket, Giovanni took his duties as a father very seriously and without remorse. And apparently his duties as a father came before his mersey as an employer.

"I'm ready to go."

Matori was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Harry's voice as he came back from the bathroom, now dressed and out of his pajamas.

"Alright lets go, your father is going to be waiting in the car out front."

She tried to keep the smile on her face looking pleasant and not strained, as she led the way down the hall. It was a very sudden and drastic change, but essentially the little boy she was escorting down the hall now basically outranked her and everybody else within the organization in a way that no amount of hard work or conniving underhandedness would ever be able to usurp. The only thing she could do was what she had always done, adapt and grow to the new circumstances around her. Which now meant doing her job to the best of her abilities and keeping her boss's son, her future boss, happy.

Age 7

" All right now full turn. Good now lift, 1,2 and lifting. Very good. And landing. Yes perfect, I think your ready to try it all together on the high bar."

Harry grinned at the words of encouragement from his teacher. He was currently standing on a high balance beam and had just gotten permission to try and go through a full routine all on his own. Honestly he like this teacher a lot more than the one he had had when he first got here oh, that man had been scary and mean.

"Alright Harry now time to test what you know. Get ready and start when ever your ready." His teacher said, a smile on her face as Harry jumped off the beam and stood next to it.

Harry took a few deep breaths in and out to prepare himself. Once he was prepared he pushed himself up and mounted the beam , he pushed himself up with his hands before swinging his legs up and bringing his feet together and standing up on the beam. Once he was up straight and balanced he took two steps forward and bent over and pulled his body up into a Y-handstand before pushing himself into a front walkover, he took two steps toward the end of the beam before doing a full turn, then in quick succession jumped up, walked forward into another front walkover and twisting midway through coming up facing the other way and moving into a back walkover before dismounting into a twist flip and landing upright.

He heard excited clapping from his teacher, something he had come to expect, but was cut off by the sound of a second person clapping slower and more rhythmic than his teachers touch too excited gesture.

Turning around he see hnis father standing in the door to the gym, a smirk on his normally serious stoic face and his Persian sitting at his feet. To this day Harry Harry wasn't sure if he'd ever see his father actually smile instead of smirk more than maybe two times.

"Daddy, did you see me?" Harry asked excitedly, runing over to stand infront of his father.

"Yes, your doing very well. I'm proud of you." He said, looking down into the vibrant green-eyes of one of the most fortunate thing to happen to him.

"Perr~" his Persian heard from his side catching his sons attention.

"Hi Persia." Harry said as he started stroking his father's prized partner and making the classy cat pokemon purr.

"Harry I'm cutting your, session shot , we're going out today."

"Really? Do you have another meeting?" Harry asked. Normally whenever his daddy took him to different places it was because he had a meeting or some business to attend to and leave Harry in the company of some no-name bodyguard. His dad would sometimes try and get a few hours of time with him to show him different sites in whatever City or location they were at, but he didn't always get the chance to.

Knowing why Harry was asking Giovanni let his smirk widen. "This isn't business related." He then turned on his heel and started walking towards the door. "Go get showered and changed we're leaving in 20 minutes."

"Wow, so pretty. I get to stay here for the whole week." Harry's eyes were shining as he looked out at the beautiful view of their beach chatéau in Port Vista.

"Yes that's right. You've been doing so well with your lessons and chores that I thought you had earned a reward."

"And you don't have any meetings?" Harry asked, looking away from the beach and looking behind him at his dad. Giovanni walked up next to him and placed a hand on his sholder.

"None at all." He had cleared his whole week so that he could come here with his son.

Giovanni hadn't been exaggerating when he told Harry he had been doing well in his lessons. Harry was already far more advanced than any other children his own age according to the tutors he had hired. In fact Harry was doing work meant for children more than twice his age. Dr Namba had informed him that there is a theory that people who had psychic abilities we're much more intellectually intelligent then most people do to the psychic power triggering the brain physically on command do to thought. The doctor had explained it being the difference between being able to look up information on a computer search engine vs. trying to find the same information in a library. Harry could literally think about what he needed to know and if it was already in his brain his psychic powers would pinpoint it so he could find it almost instantly, essentially giving him an eidetic memory. Giovanni would wager in about three or four years he would probably be able to run Team Rocket's legitimate businesses on his own.

"Thank you, dad." Harry said wrapping his arms around the mans middle.

*Age 8

"Happy birthday!"

The sudden voices had Harry jumping back in fright, not expecting the loud shout when he came out of the elevator and onto his dad's office floor. Standing around the office were his father, Matori, Dr. Namba ,his teachers, and the executives; Archer, Ariana, Petrel, and Proton. These were the people Harry had interacted with most since he had arrived. The grunts Harry didn't even bother learning the names of any of them, there were so many and most of the were basically cannon fodder, with little to no skills and were only capable after being trained and when in high numbers , or that's what his dad had told him.

Harry quickly looked around the office seeing a buffet table along the back wall and a portable bar table, with what Harry assumed was a hired bartender behind it. It didn't surprise him that his dad had hired a bartender despite the fact that there were less than 12 people at Harry's little makeshift party, his dad was not afraid of spending money in the least and believed in never lowering his standards no matter the situation. In this case having food and drink properly made for a party even if it only appeared to be for eleven peopel.

"This is for me."

"No, we came over from the Johto region for the other halfpint in the organization." Proton drawled, in his usual sarcastic voice. Though the teasing smirk on his face contradicted the cruel words and made Harry laugh.

" That had better have been a joke or you had better start running. Nobody talks to my darling boy like that." Came a slightly crackly, low female voice from an open doorway on the side of the room.

Harry, along with the other guest all turned to the sound of the voice. From out of the shadows of the door way stepped and elderly woman somewhere in her 60's, she was wearing a dark red lipstick and moderately heavy makeup, and her long wavy black hair was streaked with white. She was wearing a burgundy red pants suit over a black blouse paired with low white heels and a cream-colored pashmina. She was flanked on either side by too tall men in black suits, each one with a red R embroidered on their breast pocket.

Immediately upon seeing the woman a wide smile spread across Harry's face.

"Nonna Lucia, you came too!" Harry cried excitedly as he walked over to his grandmother.

"Of course I did, I wouldn't miss my darling boys 8th birthday. Even if my brat boy didn't invite me." She replied, adding that last thought on with a scowl towards Giovanni whom just scoffed and looked away from his irritated and mother.

Dropping the glare, she return her smile back to Harry who was standing in front of her. "Now give your Nonna a hug." She said holding out one of her arms.

"It'll cost you ten." Harry said with a smirk.

"Haha! What a smart boy." She crooned. She snapped her fingers and one of her bodyguards pulled a bill out from his suit pocket holding out to Harry.

The green eyed boy took the money from the man's hand before walking over and hugging the elderly woman causing her to cackle once more.

"Now what did you get to eat for this party," She asked letting go of Harry and walking over to the small buffet table. " You better not have skimped on the food Gio, I haven't made it this far in life to spend my golden years eating swill."

Giavanni let out a low groan at his mother's antics.

"I told you I would bring him over tonight." He said exasperatedly to his mother, falling into step with her as she walked by, while Harry when over to pester the executives for storys about there adventures in Johto.

"Yes well I was in the mood for some tiramisu." She answered dismissively and went ahead and started putting items on her plate and promptly ignoring her son.

Harry's party had been fun, even if it had basically just been an extravagant late lunch, cake ,and presents, it was by far better than working like a slave and then staying up till midnight to wish himself a happy birthday. Plus his dad had gotten him his favorite tiramisu ice cream cake and his presence had all been great so far.

His teachers had obviously planned his present together as between the three of them he had gotten and extensive volume of Pokemon encyclopedias based on type. Matori had given him a new Charizard patterned laptop and a Pokeball pattern laptop bag. Dr Namba had given him an old book on psychic powers and training techniques.

The executives had gone with more childish and fun presents. Archer had given him a camera that could take both polaroid and digital pictures. Ariana had given him a set of paints and canvases and a paint-by-numbers kit featuring Pokemon of the Johto region. Petrel had given him a remote control kite shaped like a Crobat. Proton had opted to get Harry some of the newest video games from Johto.

His Nonna Lucia had started muttering about the excessive use of pokemon themes in all of his presence so far. Harry had never understood where his grandmother's hatred of pokemon had come from but from the stories he had heard from his father despite the fact that the hatred still remained, it had mellowed out over the years. So when it was her turn to give him her present she had done so with a huge smile on her face and ordered her bodyguard to get it. She had stood by the door as one of the men came back rolling in a brand new bicycle. The bike was a wine red with black accents and a black wire basket on the front, and Harry had loved it.

Now he was waiting for what was probably going to be the best present, his daddy's. And Giovanni, true to form, had saved his present for last.

"Alright, Harry are you ready for your last present? " Giovanni asked, deliberately prolonging his sons wait.

"Yes, please." Harry said, practically vibrating where he stood. His dad gave a sharp whistle and his Persian walked in, a basket clutched in its mouth. The Persian walked over to Harry placing the basket at his feet before returning to Giovanni side.

Harry knelt down and lifted the lid off the basket, when he seen what was inside his eyes went wide.

"Meeeowth~"

In side the basket was a little Meowth, probably only hatched from its egg in the last few weeks.

Harry still had a look of awe and disbelief as he reached down and lifted the scratch cat out of the basket. When he had it in his arms and it started pushing its head against his chin and purring Harry snapped out of it. He let out a sudden cheer, and snuggled the normal-type closer to him, careful not to accidently squeeze it to hard.

"This is the best Birthday Ever!"

*Age 11

"Blastoise use Rapid Spin!"

"Blas!"

" Rhydon use Surf."

The turtle like Pokemon pulled its limbs and head into its shell and started spinning rapidly. The rhinoceros shaped Pokemon stopped its foot down and created a tidal wave underneath itself and shooting it forward. When the two collided Blastoises spinning had slow down a bit but hadn't stopped as it was forced off course and was currently riding the Surf.

"Hang in there Blastoise." Called its trainer.

"Alright, now use Thunderbolt!"

"Ryy!"

Rydons entire body started sparking with yellow electricity before it's suddenly shot out a bolt from its horn. Electricity traveled along the water until it hit the still spinning Blastoise and causing a large explosion of smoke and dispelling the rest of the Surf.

"Blastoise, no!" The trainer cried out.

When the smoke cleared Blastoise was lying on its back, it's eyes swirled in unconsciousness.

"Blastoise is unable to battle and the challenger has no more pokemon left, so the winner of the challenge is the acting gym leader Harry!" The referee announced.

Harry gave a dismissive sigh.

" You think just because this is a ground-type gym you can earn the Earth Badge just by coming at me with a bunch of water-types?" He asked, completely unimpressed.

"This gym has been open for over 10 years and it's always been a ground-type gym, believe me you aren't the first person to think they can just come in here with a horde of type advantage pokemon and no strategy or plan and think they can walk away with a badge." Harry said, turning around and walking towards the gyms office, his Meowth trailing behind him.

"Come back and try again when you have an actual strategy that isn't just water, water, water or grass, grass ,grass." He said in parting before heading through the doors.

When he got into the office he sat down at the computer and tapped on the profile of the trainer that it just left. This was the second time he has challenged the gym in three days , the first time he had come with a party of all grass types, and this time he had come with a party of all water types, and Harry was sure if the guy tried challenging him again it would be with a team of all ice types. Honestly it wasn't a bad strategy to use pokemon that have type a advantage in a gym battle, but it didn't really help if your entire plan revolved around using a strong attack and then not knowing where to go if the first attack doesn't instantly get you the win. Although some people had trouble understanding that and just keep repeating the same thing over and over again hoping it would work, and admittedly sometimes it did, but when you're going on your third or fourth attempt than in Harry's opinion that's when you should start mixing it up.

Harry leaned back in the chair with a small grown as his Meowth jumped up and curled up on his lap.

There had been some kind of accident at one of the laboratories on the outskirts of Viridian City, and his dad had been very upset over the loss of some experiment and had been jumping from base to base across Kanto and even parts of Johto, trying to direct the organization in finding whatever pokemon was now on the loose.

And while he was doing that Harry was currently in charge of overseeing some of the smaller businesses his dad owned throughout Kanto, as well as acting as a temporary gym leader for the Viridian City gym despite the fact that he himself had never even been farther than Route 1 for anything other than accompanying his dad on business trips or vacationing. The year previous on his 10th birthday Harry had opted to wait before going out on his journey. At the time he'd already been so far ahead in studying his dad had been in the early stages of showing him how to run a business as its main director. From the age of six Harry had known that his dad was one day going to put him in charge of Tekcor Enterprises, and as such had started showing him how some of the smaller businesses that they owned were run. Honestly Harry had been a bit apprehensive about leaving home, so he had used continuing on learning how to run some of the smaller businesses as a way of pushing back his journey for a bit.

Now though he knew how to oversee the finances and how to manage PR for most of the small businesses that were owned by his father. Originally he had only been overseeing a Teahouse restaurant that his father had helped start up and then bought out before turning it into a small chain threw out the Kanto region. According to both his father and grandmother he had been doing a fairly good job of it. There had been a bump in profit from the restaurants when Harry had altered around some of the advertisements and had made two of their more popular tea and cake items sold in a long-term combo sale along with completely discontinuing one of their most popular cakes for several months before bringing it back again with two new flavors for testing.

Although now his dad had him in charge of almost every one of the smaller businesses that they owned in all of Viridian City. It honestly surprised Harry when his father had shown him all of the businesses he be overseeing, not for the workload despite his minor success with the Teahouse chain it really didn't take much time from his day to oversee everything. It was how many of the smaller businesses that his father owned that shocked him, especially considering he knew that his father owned the biggest three businesses in Viridian. When he had put all of them together he found out that his father basically owned 63% of Viridian City, and either had investments or silent partnerships with almost half of the other 37%.

Taking over at the gym hadn't been too hard, mainly because he was using his father's Pokemon, all of whom were quite powerful. Despite the fact that he had never gone out on a journey of his own, almost immediately from day one his dad had made sure that he knew the ins and outs of pokemon and pokemon battling. That had been something here that he had taken like a Psyduck to water with, within the first month of his adoption Harry had already learned and memorize every kantonian pokemon, their type, weakness and complete move list. He had started out doing practice battles with the pokemon in his father's many facilities from the age of 6, and one of his only chores was to calm down any unruly pokemon with his telepathy. In the 4 month that he had been acting as the gym leader Harry had only lost 5 challengers.

Groaning one more time he walked over to the wall and flip the switch setting the automatic locks on the Gym's front door. He was done taking challenges for the day. He stood up and grabbed his shoulder bag from where he had set it down on the couch in the office before walking out.

"Come on Meowth," He said, the cat pokemon trailing after him like always. "Hopefully thing's will get better soon and dad can come back and take over. Maybe I've put off my journey long enough."

He walked out of the office and down the hall knocking on one of the doors as he walked by, notifying the referee that he was heading home for the day.

*Age 13

"What did you just say?" Giovanni asked calmly as he looked up from his computer screen at his son.

" I said, You're. A. Monster." Harry said, almost yelling the last word.

He had tears running down his face, his breathing was coming out in harsh breaths, and everytime his, currently racing, heart would beat it felt like it was banging the back of his rib cage.

He had been going over some of the records of the businesses he was overseeing, using Matori's laptop when he had opened a file designated for research in one of the facilities he knew his father owned. What he found were the test results of several cruel experiments that had been done on pokemon within the facility. Harry had been horrified to learn what was being done to the poor creatures within the organization's care. At first he had thought that one of the scientists had been conducting the experiments in secret and had been stealing resources and funding from the organization to do it. He had then try to find any other facilities where the chief science officer had work to see if they had any more records of experiments like the ones being run at the first facility. Opening another record Harry found that the chief science officer of the first facility had only ever worked in that location however there were other experiments being done at different facilities under different scientist.

Harry had been so shocked and horrified and confused at all the information that he hadn't known what to do in that moment at all. He didn't know if he should tell his father what he found, he didn't know if he should go to Officer Jenny or tell Matori. It wasn't until the thought of telling Matori did everything click into place and promptly crash down on top of him, he had found the records on Matori's computer. Matori the woman who was completely and utterly loyal to his father to almost a fault. His father whom new if an employee only three weeks into his job had decided to switch shifts from 3 o'clock to 4 o'clock.

His dad knew about the experiments.

He had then barged into his father's office, to the minute surprise of the man, and confronted him about the experiments being conducted within the "research" facilities. What had surprised Harry was when his father didn't so much as blink when Harry confronted him. He had simply gone back to typing on his computer before asking Harry in a board tone of voice, if he had an actual question or just came in to express a statement.

Harry had been caught off guard by the reaction but had managed to recover enough to ask his father several questions about how long he had been doing this, why had he been doing it and when or if he was ever going to tell him about it.

His father had continued to surprise him by answering all these questions in the same cool undisturbed voice. Apparently, to Harry's light relief, the records for experiments Harry had seen were quite dated. Most of those experiments hadn't been conducted in almost five years and were used as a way of seeing if there was a way to make a pokemon more malleable and obedient in a much faster way than one would have to do during conventional training, in other words breaking a pokemon to make them completely subservient. His father was apparently waiting until Harry knew how to run every aspect of their actual legitimate and legal businesses before having him brought in on the other side of the companies agenda. He also told Harry something that made Harry both sick and relieved at the same time. His father had told him the reason they were able to stop conducting some of the crueler research, was because of Harry himself. Harry's "chores" of making a "rowdy" Pokemon calmer at certain facilities was apparently the key they were looking for to get pokemon into a docile and more controllable state of mind. Normally the more out of control Pokemon we're seen as the alpha leaders of the group, despite species or type, so normally once Harry had subdued them down most all of the other Pokemon that were rebelling would normally start showing similar behaviors. Dr. Namba had even managed to create a machine that would alter the psychic energy of several psychic type Pokemon to create an artificial version of Harry's calming telepathy in order to help keep the Pokemon docile. For Harry it was a relief to know that none of those unthinkable things that his father had done, or well, had other people do, to those poor innocent Pokemon had been put to a stop, but on the other hand he felt sick and that he had basically had a hand in breaking the spirit of so many Pokemon to the point where they would do whatever the people who would hurt them so badly said.

And to top it all off his father had just set it all so unconcernedly. He hadn't cared that Pokemon had been hurt. He had begun to cry when he thought of how heartless and cruel his father could be. Harry was not naive he knew that his father was a very cold and shrewd man, in business he had been completely and utterly cut throat. The Teahouse restaurant he had first been put in charge of had essentially been stolen away from the original proprietors, his dad had offered them startup seed money for a percentage of the business, having seen minimal potential that the young couple who owned it hadn't seen. His father had used their inexperience and naivete to get them to agree to have him become an investor which eventually led to him buying more and more of the small business before he bought them out for a good sum of money before he launched it as a chain. Within the year he was making twice what he paid for it. The amount of money he had paid the young couple hadn't been able to last them more than 4 years before they ended up becoming employees of the restaurant they once owned.

But it still didn't make sense to Harry, why would his father need so many docile pokemon. Why would he need so many pokemon at all.

The answer he got from his father was:" for sale". Aside from the absolute strongest of the strong, most of the Pokemon were put up for sale. some of the rare ones that they would sell normally went to collectors, people who like the novelty of having something so rare and what they perceived as valuable. Some of the more common Pokemon that they caught would either be trained and added to the ranks of Team Rocket, or sold to random trainers who didn't want to actually look for the pokemon themselves. Some Pokemon were even sold to foreign Safari parks.

Harry couldn't believe it , he couldn't believe that his father would do all of this just for the sake of making more money. He knew very well the amount of money that the company made from their legitimate businesses wasn't anything to scoff at. If his father wanted to he could very well buy all of Viridian City, along with half of the coastal cities.

Harry had looked at him for almost a solid minute, tears streaming down his face, as this man, his father just sat there typing away and working as if everything he just said was perfectly okay.

After what felt like an hour Harry had finally found something to say. In an almost dead voice he said, " I wish I'd never come here, you're a monster."

"No not that part, I've heard that many times before. You wish you'd never come to this world? You wish you'd stayed where you have been."

Harry flinched back slightly at that. He couldn't believe he had said that he wished he'd never come to the Pokemon world, that he wished he'd stayed at Privet Drive. He knew very well that wasn't true, he could probably watch his father bankrupt a family, leave them penniless on the streets and forced to cook their own shoes and would still rather stay with him then go back to the Dursleys.

Giovanni stared into his eyes intently for half a minute before Harry broke eye contact and looked away. Honestly Giovanni could be called a monster or basically any other name by his son without any care or taking any offense. In all honesty he probably wouldn't be wrong in calling him any number of vulgar slurs. But he was not, and would not be compared to, the greater evil between himself and those truly vile people that his son had been forced to live with. When Harry had looked away he knew very well that Harry thought the same, despite the cruelty that he had been apart of, Harry would always be better off here with him then back there.

"I'm not going to let you keep on doing this." Harry finally managed to say. " You can't be allowed to keep on hurting innocent pokemon."

"They're aren't any pokemon being hurt anymore." His father said, pulling Harry up short.

" I already told you the research you had found is no longer needed, we've already achieved our goal and Pokemon aren't being hurt. Why do you think we haven't needed you to go to any of the facilities in these past few years?"

Harry had honestly forgotten about that, and worst yet it was true. He hadn't been needed at the research facilities for his chores since he was 9 years old. And if they had a way to calm pokemon then they wouldn't need to continue with any of the harmful experiments. Harry knew that despite the drastic number of horrible things that had happened to the Pokemon before, all evidence of it was probably disposed of and anything going on at the facilities was legally authorized. It had been him after all who had gone through all of the documentation for some of the research projects to be legally conducted at one of the facilities, and he had access to all of the legal experiments on his own computer. All of the classified experiments he found on Matori's computer had been for the same end result goal, which he had given to them.

"And before you start telling me about how you're going to stop the poaching and auctioning I'll tell you this. The Pokemon that we sell have been captured from the wild, in other words no trainers so there really isn't anything you can do about that short of catching any agents in the act, and if they are stupid enough to get caught then they deserve to go to jail. And I can assure you if that were to happen, because it has, none of their crimes can be traced back to me, at least not in any way that could result in an arrest."

And it was true any pokemon that were stolen from trainers were for the express purpose of being rehabilitated and added to Team Rocket. No Pokemon with a trainer was ever sold, it was stupid poachers who tried that that would end up getting arrested.

Harry felt like he couldn't breathe, his father had done so many terrible things, was still doing terrible things, albeit less so than before but still cruel. And there was nothing he could do about it. He had heard about Pokemon poachers before, and knew that there were underground auction sites and houses that would sell Pokemon on the black market. It was a very intricate web of sellers and buyers that the police have been aware about for years but with so many facets contributing to it instead of a main staple, the Pokemon Black Market was something they literally had to tackle one poacher at a time. And on top of that Harry didn't have any evidence aside from his father just admitting it to him, of any in particular crimes committed, so even if he did go to the police there was nothing they could really charge his father or anyone else with. Although as terrible as it was, there was a fairly large part of Harry that didn't want his father to be caught and arrested. As cruel, ruthless and well downright evil as his father was, Harry still loved him and he knew that no matter what he did Harry probably would never stop loving him. He had taken him in, cared for him, protected him, provided and taught him. Harry just wanted to be able to stick his head back in the sand and not think about what is father had done, to go back to thinking of his father as the greatest person he'd ever known. The man who had taken him out of the forest and shown him what he was worth.

Harry had just stood there, in his father's office for almost an hour, just letting the facts and realizations that he just learned wash over him again and again. He thought about everything he could do, he thought about everything he knew about what was happening, and in the end he couldn't think of a single way to stop his father. He also couldn't think of a single way to stop loving his father. What he did think of, was what he was going to do next.

Harry looked up at his father, who had gone back to working on his computer and every so often looking up at him, and spoke in a raw and raspy voice.

"Are you going to get rid of me?"

Giovanni's head shot up at that question, a look of equal parts surprise, anger, and irritation spread across his face.

"No." The answer had come with no hesitation. he stood up and walked around to stand in front of his desk. "You are my child, my heir, my son! And nothing will change that. I've told you this many times and it will always be true. You are my son, I am your father and nothing will change that, not money, not psychic powers, not anger, and not this. I am not going to get rid of you." This was a conversation that they had been having since he had adopted Harry. The first time they had it had been only a few weeks after their first meeting when Harry had displayed a small amount of telekinesis by accident and had been scared that Giovanni was going to get rid of him.

Harry had swallowed audibly after hearing his father say that. He continued to look at his father for several long moments before he continued.

"I'm leaving." He said, his voice sounding more steady than it had before. His father didn't say anything, he only lifted an eyebrow at the blunt statement.

"I'm going on my journey." He said after a thirty second staring contest.

His father looked at him for another moment before speaking. "I still have work to do, I'll take you shopping tomorrow."

Giovanni walked back around his desk and sat back at his computer. Harry turned around and headed for the door, before he stepped out he turned back to his father.

"If I find any members of Team Rocket... I'm going to take them down."

His father didn't look up this time when he replied. "If they were incompetent enough to be the caught in the act and captured then it's their own fault."

With that Harry walked out of the room.

Harry was standing in his bedroom, looking down at his Pokemon. He had gotten two more after his Meowth on his 8th birthday

On his 10th birthday Ariana and Petrel had both given him a pokemon. Ariana had given him a Murkrow, and Petrel had given him a Spinarak.

"Alright you guys ,are you ready to go? Because once we do we aren't comeing back till we know how to handle this." He told them. And it was true , he wasn't sure what exactly he was going to do but he knew he had to either take action or learn to be okay with what his father was doing. So he figured it was time to take a very big step back and try and get some perspective. Or a complete change of morals. He wasn't sure which one he would get out of this.

"Meowth!" "Mur!" "Spina!" They cried in sync as Meowth jumped up into Harry's arms, Murkrow flew up and parched on his shoulder, and Spinarak crawling up his leg and resting on his back.

"Alrighty," Harry laughed. "Okay, I guess we're all in this."

Burrrrrr~

The sound of the ferry's horn rang through the port where Harry was saying his goodbyes to his father.

"You have everything you'll need correct."

"Yes, dad. I checked twice."

"Good, if you need anything else call, and I'll have Matori send you what you need through a Delibird."

"Thank you." Harry said tugging at the end of his new jacket.

The outfit Harry had bought for his travels consisted of long white mid-calf lace-up boots, light grey chinos, a slate gray t-shirt, and a thin royal blue coat with a yellow collar and cuffs. And on his head he was wearing a white-top, blue-bottom wide-brimmed fedora with a golden yellow band. He also had a blue and yellow messenger bag strapped across his back. Giovanni thought, with the blue gray and yellow theme of Harry's outfit, it looked like his son was trying his best to look like the opposite of Team Rocket, whose colors were black white and red.

The Horn of the ferry blue one more time as a final warning for everybody who was planing on boarding.

Harry gave his father one final smile before turning and heading up the gangplank and boarding the ferry. Before completely disappearing on to the boat, without turning around Harry muttered out a soft "I love you Dad." That he was sure had been consumed by the sounds of the noisy port and sea.

The gangplank automatically lifted up and the ferry started to move. Giovanni watched the boat leave, along with a group of other people bidding goodbye to friends and loved ones. A large number of people had congregated on the upper deck of the boat to wave goodbye, but his eyes managed to catch site of a white hat covering a head of long wild black hair making its way towards the front of the boat, and just before he lost sight of the hat he mumbled out, "I love you too Son, please be safe."

Harry took a deep breath of the sea air in as he leaned over the railing of the ferry, his hair, that now reached his sholder blades, flowing in the wind. He had already gone around exploring most of the boat before deciding he would spend the rest of the trip on the lower deck near the water.

Reaching into his bag he took out a pokeball.

" Okay Meowth come on out."

The scratch cat pokemon emerge from the pokeball and immediately started rubbing up against its trainers leg before becoming distracted with the view of the ocean.

"Well it looks like we're on our way yeah, but what are we on our way towards, and what are we going to do when we get there?" Harry asked, looking down to his partner. But Meowth was currently distracted with pawing at the water.

" Yeah okay, you're right we'll think about it later. Let's just enjoyright now." He said, stretching his arms out before bringing them to rest on the railing.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken in a minute when all of a sudden something crashed down onto Harry shoulders and pulled a shocked scream from the boy.

"AiaiaiAipom!"

The excited chittering was all Harry had to go on about his sudden... attacker(?), as his eyes were suddenly covered by his hat. Harry flailed about slightly for a moment before he could suddenly see again as whatever it was that had jumped on him had jumped off.

"MeowMeowthhhhh~"

Harry whipped his head around trying to find, whatever had just scared the hell out of him when is hissing partner caught his attention.

Looking down he seen his Meowth hissing at a grinning Aipom that was jumping around with a familiar white fedora on her tail. Harry was thrown for a loop for a moment, because he could still feel that he was wearing a hat.

"Aipom get back here."

He suddenly heard someone calling out behind him. Turning around he seen a boy around his age, give or take, runing toward him with a Pikachu not far behind.

"Aipom give me back my hat!" The other boy yelled as he ran over, stopping infront of Harry and looking at the still laughing Aipom.

" Wait, that's not my hat. Where is it?" The other raven haired boy said, before he took notice that he wasn't alone. His brown eyes landed on Harry.

"There it is!" He said pointing at Harry, or more specifically at what was on Harry's head.

"What are you talking about this is-" Harry started to deny, bringing his hand to his head and cutting off when he felt the single round protrusion of a bill instead of encompassing feeling of a brim and taking the hat off. "-Not, mine." He finished looking at the red cap with a green pokeball symbol.

"Wait that is my hat!" Harry shouted, turning back to the Aipom who was now wearing his fedora on her head.

"Meowth"

Harry's Meowth lunged at the thieving normal-type, intent on getting its partners accessory back. Unfortunately the Aipom jumped out of the way and on to the railing. "

"Meowth~" Meowth growled at the laughing monkey, whose response was to stick out its tongue as she continued to jump around. Suddenly the fedora was surrounded by a faint blue outline and floated off of the Aipoms head mutch to her shock. As the hat started floating away Aipom made a jump for it and let out a shocked cry as the hat suddenly jerked around and did a loop avoiding the grab and leaving Aipom to dive straight into the ground.

"I believe that's mine," Harry said as the white headwear landed in his hand. Harry slipped his hat back on before offering the one still in his other hand to the taller boy. "And I think this is yours."

"Thanks." The other boy said putting his own hat on. "That was so cool. Did you do that? It was a psychic power, right? " The boy says enthusiastically.

"Yes that's right. Just like Sabrina" Harry says a bit nervous, the one thing that hasn't really changed in this world was the fact that he still very seldomly ever interacted with anybody his own age.

"Wow you know Sabrina?" The unnamed boy asked even more excited.

"Uh...no I've never meet her, I just know she has psychic abilities. Although I have been to Saffron City a few times."

"Awesome, you're from Kanto too right?"

"Yes that's right. I'm Harry Tekcor from Viridian City, and this is my partner Meowth." "Meowth!" Harry introduced insult extending his hand.

"I'm Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town and this is my partner Pikachu." "Pika." The now named Ash introduce taking Harry's and and shaking.

Merry Christmas, three weeks late but hey it's the thought that count, or some BS like that. Well hopefully I'll have an actual chapter for you next time.