AN: This is my first story on this site. This is also my first piece of written literature ever published anywhere. This story is a Harry Potter X pokémon crossover, In this story I will attempt to mould the HP world and characters to fit in the Pokemon universe. I may or may not be successful but that is something I will attempt to do. Feedback is welcome. I will try to update regularly and I can promise that I will finish the story no matter what the outcome. Also I would like to mention that I got the inspiration for this story Harry Potter and the Evee stone by sinclair36. That is the only Harry Potter X Pokemon crossover I have read and wanted to try my own version of the story. If it feels similar to any other story feel free to point that out as well, I will endeavour to read them and mention the authors here. This story will not be overly angsty or dark as I feel I cannot write those genres well as I am a relatively happy and cheerful person. As this my first story there will be plot holes galore. Feel free to point those out and I will attempt to rectify them.

Proofread and fixed the typos and other shenanigans in the chapter on October 3rd, 2020. I had really underestimated the value of proof-reading. It really enhances the quality of writing.

Coverart by u/noisy_mime

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Chapter 1: Of Dreams and Aspirations

It was a rare sunny morning in Little Whining, Surrey, Eastern Albion. The climate of this part of the world was mostly overcast skies along with cold winds and constant rain. Along with the beautiful weather it was also a Sunday. Kids were playing outside in the park or were begging their parents to be allowed to go outside and enjoy the day with their friends. This was not the case for 9-year-old Harry Potter. He was busy toiling away in the backyard garden of the house where he lived. Yes, it was a house and not a home as one would come to expect of a 9-year-old. Harry was an orphan and lived with his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, he had ever since he remembered. He had very vague memories of a red-haired woman who would sing to him but it was almost like he had imagined it, for his aunt did not have red hair and she certainly did not sing. Screech more like it. She could even give a fully evolved Exploud a run for its money. Not that he would say it out loud, he still remembered the bruises on his back from where his uncle had hit him for calling his cousin a baby wailmer. Harrys guardians did not treat him kindly. He slept in a cupboard under the stairs while his cousin had two rooms for himself, he was expected to do a majority of the household chores including cooking, cleaning, gardening and the occasional pest control. His guardians did not love him not did they intervene when he was openly bullied by his cousin, the baby Wailmer, Dudley Dursley. Dudley was the same age as Harry and had taken his parents treatment of Harry as permission to bully him non-stop. As his parents ignored his behaviour, his bullying escalated to the point where Harry found it better to ignore his wonderful family most of the time. He did try in the beginning to try and be worthy of his aunts' love, he did his chores diligently, he studied assiduously but it was all for naught. This forced Harry to grow up quicker than any kids his age should have had to.

Harry had a full-fledged escape plan once he turned eleven. He would apply to the Pokémon academy in London and get a youngster license at 14 and then be on his own way. He would travel the world with his pokémons and explore and have adventures to his hearts galore. As Harry was daydreaming of riding on his Charizard and rescuing princess trapped atop castles, he pricked his finger on a rose bush he was supposed to be trimming. This bough his day dreaming crushing back to reality. He lived in Eastern Albion. The only region in the world that had close to no pokémons. In fact, Eastern Albion had the lowest pokémon population density of anywhere in the known world.

This was not always the case though. Harry remembered his teachers lecture from both history and geography class. Albion was an island nation located smack dab in the middle of Conciliation Sea. To it north was the mega continent of Kanto and Jhoto and to its south was the continent of Hoenn. After the unification war of Kanto and Jhoto, some 700 years ago, the now combined Indigo (Kanto Jhoto) superpower set its site to its southern neighbours of Hoenn. The military industrial complex of Indigo needed constant wars to keep its economy going and the Indigonians in their arrogance did not think that Hoenn could surpass their ever-expanding war machine. Their arrogance wasn't misplaced. Aside from the large industrial complex of central Indigo (celadon Saffron Goldenrod) and large population, Indigo boasted some of the most powerful pokémon and trainers in the world namely, dragonites, kingdras, tyranitars, charizards, gyaraadoses and laprases among some. In the case of trainers there was the powerful dragon taming Blackthorn family of Blackthorn city, the aura wielding knights from Rota, the water masters from Olivine and Cerulean among many. All in all, Indigo boasted some of the most enviable military strength in the world. However, one thing lacking in ancient, pre modern communication world was information. Few, if any Indigonians had crossed the seas to visit neighbouring continents so intelligence was sparse. Some of the travellers who had returned from Hoenn in the distant past spoke of creatures every bit as terrifying as their Indigonians counterparts. Dragons who could fly with terrifying speed as well as cause earthquakes, metal monsters who could wreck mountains with a single bash and fly with terrifying ease. These stories were considered old wives' tales however and summarily ignored, as if it was possible for steel types to fly, preposterous. The date was for the Hoenn invasion was set and the indigo army set sail for Hoenn with pomp and applause.

Upon hearing news from their flyers of the approaching invasion, the Hoenn natives also started preparing for war. They would not give an inch to Indigonians. While the Indigo army had superior technology, the Hoenninans had sheer numbers. The Indigonians had just come out of one major war to foolishly plunge themselves into another. While the combined Kanto-Jhoto military was indeed mighty it was a fraction, of what it was pre unification war. The advancing indigo army met the Hoenn army at the Albion Isles. The uninhabited island was a jungle paradise for pokémon. It was large lush land roughly a quarter of the size of Indigo and completely unexplored. This uninhabited wild land, was to become the unwilling site of the most bloody and brutal war in human history. The Hoenninans had a counter to every indigo tactic. For dragonite, they had salamence, for tyranitar, they had metagross, for Charizard they had flygon, for kingdras they had swamperts, for Indigo cannon ships, they had scorpion galleons, for airships, the had blimps, for every ship the Indigonians sank with their superior cannons, four more would take their place.

The battle lasted twenty years. No side came out as the clear victor, but there was certainly one loser. The Island of Albion was completely razed to the ground. There were fires everywhere and the pokémon population was a total loss. On seeing the state of the island, both the nation of Indigo and Hoenn were shocked by their actions. The ground wept and there was not a single tree standing for miles. The loss of Albion was devastating and total. Disheartened by their actions, both sides called for an immediate cease fire and a peace treaty soon followed. The two continents would soon go on to become the Jhoto Kanto Hoenn triumvirate with similar laws and one economic union.

The Jade sea was renamed the Conciliation sea and both Indigo and Hoenn vowed to recover the land of Albion to its former glory. For when downtrodden it is then when human ingenuity is at its finest. The Isle of Albion was divided into 2 parts for the reconstruction project, the western part was where the reconstruction was to start. Ancient families from Kanto, Jhoto and Hoenn settled in western Albion, with the help of their pokémon, beings who could literally reshape landscapes on their whim, western Albion was soon teeming with forest and wildlife, the grass types planted trees, the water types irrigated forests, the bug types pollinated the plants, the fires types burnt away any debris, the ground types retuned the terrain to its previous magnificence, the reconstruction was going well and soon western Albion would regain its former bountiful glory.

However, while pokémon were revitalizing western Albion, there was different kind of revolution taking place in eastern Albion. There were people on both continents, Indigo and Hoenn who were dissatisfied with their lives under their pokémon training overlords. For where existed supernatural creatures, the ability to tame these creatures did give a certain might makes it right attitude in the general populace. For all its advancement in pokémon training and management, pokémon were still forces of nature. Wild pokémon attack on cities while not as common as say a few hundred years back still happened and were still devastating. An angry gyarados wrecking a port town, a raging tyranitar causing a landslide destroying a mountain village, these incidents had turned a fair number of people off the idea of pokémon and trainers in general. Trainers often had a condescending attitude and looked down upon their non-trainer brethren. For these people hearing that a giant landmass was pokémon free was literally a call from paradise. So, while western Albion was transforming back into a pokémon haven, Eastern Albion was settled by people who had no interest in pokémon and would rather rely on technology. Soon East Albion would become a technological powerhouse. These days almost 700 years after the Indigo Hoenn war, East Albion was a technological paradise. It had its own government and its own laws. Most of the new inventions such as mobile phones, satellite televisions, handheld computers came out of East Albion. It wasn't as if East Britons (people of Albion) hated pokémon, they were just rather apathetic about it. There were still some households that had pokémon pets and rattata, meowth, pidgey and murkrow could be spotted in the cities in abundance but the battling scene never picked up and there were no terrain changing monsters found in East Albion and people as a whole were rather happy about it.

This brings us back to a young 9-year-old Harry Potter who was sucking on his thumb which he had pricked moments earlier on the rose bush dreaming of pokémon glory. While rest of East Albion considered pokémons with mere disregard, the word was anathema in the Dursley household. Uncle Vernon who frankly resembled a walrein more than a human hated pokémons and especially pokémon trainers. To him pokémon trainers were louts and layabouts, good for nothing who lived on government welfare and stole money from decent tax paying citizens. Harry had been thrashed more than once on his buttocks for mentioning pokémon in front of his uncle. His aunt on the other hand got a strange faraway look in her eye before her face hardened and she too smacked him for mentioning pokémon. In those moments of melancholia her eyes almost seemed kind.

Dudley followed in his father's footsteps and hated pokémon and instead of pokémon capturing indulged in Harry hunting with his equally brain-dead friends. At least all the running from Dudley and his friends had prepared Harry for when he would travel the world with his pokémons.

Harry had a plan. There was only one pokémon academy in all of eastern Albion, which was in London, it was a weekday boarding facility which provided room and board to all students for the weekdays and they would have to go back home for the weekends. Each year the academy would take a certain number of students on a full scholarship.

Harry had learnt about the academy when he had stumbled into "An Intro to Pokémon Class" in his primary school last year. Classes were over for the day and Dudley and his gang of brain-dead morons were chasing Harry all over the school when Harry ran over to the senior wing. Here classes ran till later and Harry hoped that the presence of faculty would deter Dudley. He was right, as he was wandering the corridors of the senior wing sticking to the walls and shadows hoping no one would notice him. Harry noted an open door with colourful animal pictures on the walls inside, there were lizards with their tails on fire, turtles blowing water out of their mouths, four armed muscled creatures. Harry was absolutely enthralled with the pictures, sure he had heard about pokémon, but pokémon related paraphernalia was absolutely banned in the Dursley household. As he was staring at the colourful pictures a teacher tapped on his shoulders. Harry stammered an apology as the teacher invited Harry to sit in on his class. Any other time Harry would have refused but as a teacher had asked and Harry had it drilled into his head to be polite to teachers, Harry sat down on an empty seat in the front row. This began Harrys journey into the wonderful and exciting world of pokémon adventures. Mr. Blackwood as the teacher was named talked Harry about pokémon and types and attacks and battles and Harry was hooked.

The class met three times a week just after school and Harry attended it without pause, it also had the benefit of keeping him Dudley free as Dudley would never be caught in an academic building after school hours. Harry gave the Dursleys an excuse that he was helping the school janitor clean up and Dursleys happily agreed. It was Mr. Blackwood who informed Harry about the London Academy and the scholarship. The academy was frankly a bottom ranked school when compared to established academies in Viridian City in Kanto, Violet City in Jhoto. And Rustboro City in Hoenn and only offered up to a youngster license at the age of 14 but it was the best East Albion had to offer. Youngster licenses were meant for inexperienced not fully educated trainers and it was a way to expedite pokémon journeys. Youngsters had to stick to predefined "safe" routes and were only allowed four pokémon, that too tier B and below. Youngsters could apply for a full trainer license upon turning sixteen and answering a test or defeating three gym leaders and writing a test whichever came first. The youngsters age used to be 10 but the trappings of an educated society prevailed and the age was first moved up to 12 and then to 14 to prevent young trainers from getting themselves killed. This was massively successful and trainer deaths in their first year was down almost 90%. Prof Oak of Kanto was one of the major advocates of this move and was backed by the other 2 regional professors Professor elm and professor Birch, all three attending some obscure 7-year pokémon academy and could see the benefits of sending at least partially trained trainers out in the world.

Anyways, since Harry was an eager and a bright student and the numbers applying were relatively few considering East Albion's stance on Pokémon, Mr. Blackwood was sure he could snatch a scholarship and a starter pokémon, nothing fancy maybe a sandshrew or an oddish but at this point Harry would take a rattata, Afterall beggars can't be choosers.

As Harry continued to trim the rose bushes, he heard his aunt screech from inside and then went in to make lunch for his family hoping to snag some leftovers when they were distracted. As Harry went to sleep that night his dreams considered a mish mash of flying on a Charizard with a sword in his hand, flying on a massive aerodactyl as a baby, a red-haired woman singing a lullaby and a terrifying snake like man sending a black wave towards him.

The year went on, Harry turned 10, his life consisting of studying diligently in school both regular academics and pokémon, doing chores for the Dursleys and running from Dudley. It was September now. A month had passed since his 10th birthday and he had only 11 months left before freedom. Harry had still not worked out where he would spend the weekends as the London Academy was weekday boarding but that would eventually resolve itself, Afterall anything was better than the Dursleys, right? As Harry was walking home from school after his pokémon class idly kicking a pebble about, he heard a whimpering sound from an alleyway and heard sounds of cheering and hush talking. He followed the sounds to a dead-end alley between two low buildings and saw Dudley and his moron gang surrounded around what he presumed was a meowth, Dudley and his gang of nincompoops would often bother the local meowths, the crazy cat lady next door to the Dursleys had more than a few. But the meowths would either run away or scratch the face of one of the hooligans and make a quick escape. But this time the whimpering continued, Harry continued walking. Afterall, the meowth would eventually escape but after continuing hearing the moans for a few seconds, Harry turned back. Curse his bleeding heart, he could not leave a pokémon, even an annoying meowth to the mercy of Dudley and his merry band of morons. But he had to plan this carefully, he could not rush in head on, lest he find himself in a similar situation to the Pokémon. He peeked from the edge of the alley and saw that Dudley and his friends were all looking down. So, he had to somehow get behind them. There was dumpster behind the morons so he decided to use his dexterity and coordination earned from years of Harry hunting to scale the adjacent one floor building using a pipe. Harry would traverse the building and drop down at the end of the alley behind the dumpster.

As Harry found himself behind the messy and stinking dumpster Harry congratulated himself on a job well done. As he peeked from behind the dumpster, he saw that the pokémon was black, so it was definitely not a meowth, or maybe it was a fancy meowth, maybe one from the Alola islands or even Galar. As Harry got even more excited, he heard Dudley and his friends whispering, "Poke it with a stick", "what is it", "maybe it's a snake", "poke it some more, make it move". Harry had had enough. He picked a piece of rock and broken light bulb and flung both of them towards the open end of alley. This startled Dudley and his friends as they started looking towards the street. Then Harry started vigorously shaking the dumpster, banging on the metal and making creepy sounds. This freaked the hell out of Dudley and his friends and with cries of ghost- ghost, they ran out of the alley.

Harry stood up shaking his head, he could not believe his half assed plan had worked. But he wasn't surprised nobody had accused Dudley and his friends of being smart, just last month Harry through clever light trickery and sounds had convinced Dudley that opening the maths textbook would summon the devil. This had led to Dudley failing three straight maths homework which had then led to an ear boxing by uncle Vernon. Sure upon hearing the devil story Harry had earned five smacks on his bum and no lunch, but it had been so worth it. As Harry approached the pitiful whimpering lump, he was sure it was not a meowth, it was also not a snake, how Dudley and his gang of morons thought this was a snake was beyond moronic. As Harry with some apprehension approached the curled-up lump, his hands were shivering. Poor thing, as Harry stroked the creature gently on his back the creature looked up and Harry eyes widened with disbelief. It was not a meowth, not local, not Alolan and definitely not Galarian. It was a houndour, in Little Whining, Surrey, in East Albion. Not only were Houndoor not found in little East Albion, they were a dark type pokémon, notorious for, well, being dark types. This was not the kind of pokémon found on this part of the Isles. This was not a meowth, not a rattata, and definitely not a furret, this was pokémon bred for battle. Houndoor and their evolutions houndoom were powerful pokémons capable of large-scale destruction.

As Harry continued stroking the pokémon, he wondered how he got there. As the pokémon looked up it gave Harry a pitiful look, it looked young, its fangs were not protruding, it had no ridges on its back and its snout and belly were barely orange, it wasn't just young it was baby, maybe six months maximum. It looked hungry and Harry had no food on him. Harry pitied the poor creature, he understood hunger and wished it upon no one. As Harry looked around, He wondered what to feed the poor pokémon. He had few pounds on him nicked from Dudley or from Vernon's trousers while doing laundry, he could buy a pack of biscuits from a nearby convenience store but he did not want to leave the pokémon alone and taking it with him was a big no-no. As Harry wondered, he looked around, he spotted a backpack on the floor propped up against the alley wall. One of Dudley's friends had left it behind while running away from the "ghost". As Harry ruffled through the backpack, he came upon a veritable treasure, eight candy bars, a lunch box with two ham and cheese sandwiches with way too much ham, one partially eaten, and over fifty pounds in singles. Harry whistled in surprise. This was more money than he had ever seen. The backpack belonged to Piers Polkiss, who was meaner and even a bigger glutton and a bully than Dudley, so the money was obviously one he had bullied of younger students, this looked more than a years' worth of loot. Harry quickly pocketed the money, he felt guilty about it, but it wasn't like Piers deserved it. He fed the half-eaten sandwich to the houndour who eagerly ate it up and looked up to Harry for more. With its puppy dogs' eyes Harry couldn't refuse and halved the other sandwich and gave it to the puppy. He ate the other half himself and then as he got up to leave, he realized sweet free backpack. His was falling apart and Piers's was basically brand new. He emptied Pier's backpack on the floor, picked though things he could keep new notebooks, pencils, erasers and the like. He emptied his own backpack and put all of Piers stuff in it and put it behind the dumpster and hid it behind a piece of cardboard. He would come and take it later. He would not throw it away, Afterall it was a perfectly serviceable backpack and all of Piers textbooks were brand new. He picked up his own "new" backpack and rolled it around in the dirt a few times, to give it an old faded look so as to not arouse suspicion from the Dursleys. He opened up a bottle of water he carried and fed a little to the houndour and drank a few sips himself. Well he had done his good deed for the day, he saved a pokémon from Dudley and his gang, fed the same pokémon, and in return for his good deeds got a new backpack, tons of money, candy and got to meet an exotic new pokémon. Shaking the dirt off his pants he got up to leave. Now that he was fed and watered and not looking pathetic, the houndour would surely finds its way to where it came from. He was a dog after all and dogs have an excellent sense of smell. It was not like Harry could keep it himself, where would he even sleep, with him in his cupboard. Ha!

As Harry got up to leave, he petted the puppy a final time and stared walking towards number 4 privet drive, he wondered how he would explain his tardiness to the Dursleys, maybe he could say that the janitor kept him late scrubbing the floors. That would surely delight the Dursleys, it was not as if Vernon would check, he considered himself too posh to speak to a mere custodian. As Harry was walking towards the house, he got a distinct feeling that something was following him. He stopped and looked back. There was no one there. Finally, Harry reached Privet drive. A row of cookie cutter houses lined the street and Harry still had the feeling that someone was following him.

Harry was walking towards his house,. He looked back again, he was sure he saw something dart behind the bushes in house no. 2. So, Harry followed and standing in the backyard Harry ordered the creature to come on out. Thankfully the Wilsons, residents of No.2 Privet drive were not home. It was still early in the afternoon and they were probably at work. As soon as Harry ordered the thing to come on out a black shape darted out of the bushes and jumped up to Harry lap and started licking his face. Harry realized this was the houndour. This was bad news, not only were they not in alley, they were in an open space and anyone could see them. Harry quickly darted behind the tool-shed in the backyard and looked at the houndour properly, it really was just a baby. Harry told the houndour to go away and tried explaining to it why he couldn't follow him but the houndour continued licking his face. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the little beings' enthusiasm. But this was not real. Harry could not keep a pokémon and the pokémon could not be seen in the neighborhood or the whole country. A captured houndour would generate a whole lot of hullabaloo from the local authorities, whack jobs would start conspiracy theories about lizard people raising pokémon to take over the government. On top of all this houndour was a dark type, Dark types did not have the best reputation even in most pokémon friendly places. The poor guy would almost certainly get put down. No, it was for the best for houndour to run away to where it came from or if not then at least hide in the dense overgrowth of the nearby parks.

So, Harry got up, put the creature down and told it run away. The houndour instead darted between his legs and started playing with his laces. After asking a few more times, Harry finally got upset and yelled at the creature to get lost. The loud voice finally shook the creature from his playful mood and he got the most pitiful look on his face. Seeing that look Harry's heart almost broke. He knew that look. He had that look for most of his life, but Harry hardened his resolve and turned his back and stated walking towards his house. As soon as his back turned the houndour gave out a loud keening wail. That was it, no creature human or pokémon should ever make such a despairing sound. Harry rushed backed picked up creature and snuggled it close to its chest. The houndour was crying, he could see tears on his face. It was then Harry realized that instead of referring to houndour as "it", in his mind Harry had begun referring to it as "he". Harry had learnt from Mr. Blackwood that young pokémon would often form attachments to its trainers, that went way beyond the normal trainer- pokémon relationship. Harry could feel it, the houndour whimpering against his chest wasn't just a pokémon, he was Harrys family now. Harry had always been searching for family, with the Dursleys, at school, the Dursleys would never tell him about his real family. According to Aunt Petunia, Harrys mother was a drug addict who ran away with his drunkard father then got themselves blown up in a car accident. That was also what had given Harry the lightning shape scar on his forehead, that was a constant source of mockery for Dudley and his friends. As Harry peered down on the houndour he realized that Harry had finally found family, someone who would unconditionally and unequivocally love and support him.

So that day Harry Potter made a decision that would forever change the face of Albion in the days to come. For that was day, four years before a youngster, seven years before a professional, Harry Potter had already become a trainer.

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So that was Chapter 1, hope everyone enjoyed it. The next chapter should be out soon.

Chapter 2: Of Letters and Ambitions