Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Pokémon, and Sabrina the Animated Series even though I wish I did. The first belongs to J.K. Rowling, the second belongs to Game Freak, and the third belongs to DIC Productions L.P.

Note: I know it has been a year since I last updated my story, but author block and school don't help. Over that time, I gained new ideas from reading fanfics that I will incorporate into this story. The premise stays the same, it's still about Harry being a wizard and Pokémon, but I am embellishing the story.

Happy Halloween!

EDIT: I am republishing the story so you can ignore the Halloween wish, but I do hope you all had a happy Halloween!

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and, in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. But everything changed on a certain Sunday…

It was Harry's sixth birthday, and it was the worst one for now. Not only have his relatives ignored it ("freaks don't deserve birthdays because they worship Satan", his Uncle Vernon would tell him), and today, they were visited by Marjorie Dursley, whom Harry was forced to call "Aunt Marge" and she was insulting his parents.

"I tell you, Petunia, you should be happy your evil sister is dead." Aunt Petunia wondered who the Hell would say that to someone. Lily might be a freak, but she didn't want her to die. "October 31st, 1981 was a good day because two drunk people got into a car crash and went to Hell!" added Vernon's sister.

Suddenly, all the windows in the house blew up and Uncle Vernon started shouting at Harry for doing "funny" stuff. It has been exactly a year since they started.

"I didn't do it. I swear. There was no way I could have done it," Harry started saying while crying.

"Give me your belt Vernon, I will make him follow his parents," said Aunt Marge.

She started whipping him and Uncle Vernon told him to stop crying because freaks don't cry. What happened next shocked everyone.

"Ripper, come, come." The Bull Terrier came to his owner. "Finish him off. Send him to his freak of a mother. Kill him!"

"Relax Marge, whipping him is enough," said Uncle Vernon.

"You and Petunia don't beat him enough. You shout at him and lock him up, but you rarely get physical with him. I will fix your mistake. The police and the neighbours won't know. I don't know why Petunia even took him in and didn't leave him to die. Now Ripper, finish him off this spawn of Satan!"

Suddenly, a woman with a cat and a bird appeared magically in the house without making any sound.

"No! You won't kill him you hag!" Said Arabella Figg, as her Meowstic Mr. Tibbles held Vernon's sister with its psychic powers, raised her, and slammed her to the floor. Then a CRACK was heard and three more people appeared.

"WHAT HAS YOUR EVIL CAT DONE TO MY SISTER YOU FREAK?" asked Vernon Dursley.

"Better than what your murderer of a sister wanted to do to Harry", said the Squib old woman.

"MY SISTER IS NOT A MURDERER AND HAD I KNOWN THAT YOU ARE A FREAK, I WOULD HAVE NEVER SENT MY FREAKISH NEPHEW FOR YOU TO BABYSIT," added the Muggle man. Harry started crying again upon getting called a freak.

"You thought I was a Muggle because I hid the fact that I am a Merlinite. Being a Squib makes it easier."

"MERLIN NEVER EXISTED AND THERE'S NO WORD "MERLINITE" IN THE DICTIONARY. YOUR LOT JUST LIKES TO MAKE UP WORDS AND WHAT THE HELL IS A SQUIB?" added Uncle Vernon.

"A Merlinite or a Child of Merlin is a wizard, also called Speller, or a Squib and a Squib is a person born of at least one magical person but who can't do magic."

"So that makes you a normal person like us but you are siding with freaks."

"I am not a Muggle. I may not be able to use a wand or cast a spell, but the little magic in my blood allows me to connect to magical creatures and use magical objects." She pointed to a golden circular amulet attached to a necklace she was wearing. "This is called the Squib's Amulet. It comes in different shapes, sizes, and colours and it does basic magic for us. I only need to tell it what to do with my mind."

"So you're a mini-freak. You all are going to Hell for worshipping Satan. That's how you get your magical powers."

The four adult Merlinites were laughing at Vernon's statement.

"Thank God my family is normal! Petunia won't follow her useless sister to Hell where freaks belong. The world is much better without the freaks James and Lily Potter who were too drunk to drive properly and got sent to Hell."

"Silence!" said Dumbledore angrily. No one but Arabella Figg had noticed the presence of the three adult Spellers until now.

"YOU DARE TELL ME TO SHUT UP IN MY OWN HOUSE YOU FREAK?", shouted Uncle Vernon.

"Yes, and I forbid you from using that word, especially in front of your nephew."

"MY NEPHEW IS NOTHING BUT A FREAK!"

"Uncle Vernon is right Mister; I am a freak."

"No, yer not a freak, yer a wizard 'Arry," said Hagrid.

"A what?"

"You were born with the gift of magic, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"But Mister, you must be mistaken. I can't be a wizard."

"Why is that?" asked the headmaster.

"Because if I were a wizard, I could just turn Dudley into a toad when he hits me."

"That's not how magic works Mister Potter. It's not as easy as Muggles think. You need to study it," said Professor McGonagall.

"WE AGREED WHEN WE TOOK HIM IN THAT WE WILL PUT A STOP TO THIS NONSENSE," screamed Uncle Vernon.

Dumbledore's eyes were burning with fury. "It seems you and Petunia need a reminder of the letter I left with Harry when I left him at your doorstep."

"A letter?" asked Harry, surprised.

"Yes Harry, I left a letter for your aunt."

"And we did as you told us. We offered him a roof over his head," said Petunia.

"You did not do as I told you, Petunia. I told you that you and your husband should treat Harry as a son. You made him feel like he's a burden for you."

"He was!" said Petunia.

"No, he wasn't. I told you that as long as he's calling your house his home, no one who wants to harm him can track him or you. I also told you that his parents left him a fortune and that I can send you money from it to cover his expenses. What did you do? You locked him in a cupboard while your son has a bedroom only for his toys, you give him Dudley's old clothes, you let your son bully and hit him at school, you don't even bother fixing his glasses that your son broke, you let Marge whip him so much he has scars on his body, then you tell him that he's nothing but a burden for you and that you have no love for him. Is that a way to treat your nephew?" Dumbledore asked, calmly.

"FREAKS DESERVE NOTHING! THEY ARE NOT NORMAL HUMANS LIKE US' THEY – ", started Uncle Vernon.

"Silencio!" said Dumbledore, angrily.

Petunia started screaming. "What did you do to my husband you freak?"

Dumbledore pointed his wand at both Vernon and Petunia. "I didn't want it to come to that. I don't like to use magic on Muggles because that's usually something Death Eaters do. But you left me no choice. Your neighbour Arabella Figg is right when she says you're the worst kind of Muggles she has seen, and as a Squib, she met a lot of Muggles. Tell me, Petunia, didn't you once write me a letter begging me to allow you at Hogwarts?"

Everyone was surprised by this revelation.

Aunt Petunia opened her mouth then closed it. "No, I didn't write a letter wanting to go to your freak school."

"You did and I still remember it. I also remember that I had to kindly decline your request because not only do Muggles not have the faintest trace of magic in their blood but also because they can't see it. Only wizards and Squibs can," the headmaster calmly added.

"I FORBID YOU FROM TAKING HIM THERE. I KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT MY NEPHEW BUT IT'S NOTHING A GOOD BEATING CAN'T STOMP. LOOK AT THAT CRAZY OLD WOMAN YOU HAVE WITH YOU' SHE'S FROM YOUR LOT YET CAN'T DO WEIRD STUFF," shouted Uncle Vernon.

McGonagall pointed her wand at him. "Touch Harry and you will pay for it," she said sternly.

"You think you can scare me with your pathetic stick?"

"Shut up Dursley if yeh know what's good fer yeh," said Hagrid.

"You don't understand how magic works," started saying Dumbledore, calmly. "You think we get our powers from demons when that's not the case. We are born with them. You say that only shows your ignorance of both magic and religion."

"Then how did you get your powers then?" asked Vernon.

"No one knows for sure how we got our powers. Maybe we got it from other magical creatures, maybe it was an evolutionary trait, we don't know. But we know that we didn't get them from demons. And you can't say that we are going to Hell for using abilities we were born with. It's not our abilities that show what we truly are, but our choices. Many Merlinite theologians have written about this and came to the same conclusion, one of them being J.R.R Tolkiens, the author of the Lord of the Rings, who was a Squib."

Uncle Vernon had no idea who Tolkiens was, but he did hear about the Lord of the Rings since it's a popular book.

"And about stomping the magic from Harry, you are just showing your ignorance again. Magic can't be removed from a person. My friend Arabella can't do magic herself because she was born that way. Why? We don't know. But trying to suppress magic won't make Harry a Muggle like you. It will turn him into what we call an Obscurial, a Speller unable to control their magic, and the consequences will be grave. I know because my sister was one after getting attacked by three Muggle boys who saw her do magic. You very much remind me of these three boys."

"But now, this is not what I came here for. I came here to put a stop to the abuse – "

"WE DID NOT ABUSE HIM!" shouted Uncle Vernon.

"Oh, you very did! I have been watching you. Let's say that birds have ears," said Arabella Figg.

"A bird? You think a dumb animal can listen to us?" asked Vernon before he and his wife started to laugh.

"You know nothing about Pokémon. They are magical creatures and smarter than what you think."

"Your sister is going to jail for attempted murder, Mr. Dursley. The Aurors, our police, will work on this with your police."

"HOW DARE YOU SEND MY SISTER TO JAIL?"

"Because we have a witness saying she attempted murdering a child, Mister Dursley," said McGonagall sternly.

"A bird can't be a witness," responded Vernon.

"Cassandra shares what she sees with me. Some Psychic-type Pokémon have a special relationship with us Squibs. It's as if they sense that we are denied what should be our birthright and seek to help us."

"Harry, come," same Professor Dumbledore.

Vernon tried to protest but Dumbledore glared at him. "You will let me talk to the child," he said while pointing his wand at him.

"I WILL NOT LET AN OLD FOOL TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!"

"NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!" screamed Hagrid. He pointed his wand at the man and a moment later, Uncle Vernon had a pig's tail coming from him.

"Reparifarge! Shouted Professor McGonagall then fixed a stern look at the groundskeeper.

"Sorry Minerva, shouldn't have lost my temper."

"That's OK Hagrid. We will talk about this later," said Dumbledore.

"What do you want, Mister?" asked Harry to Professor Dumbledore.

"I am giving you your birthday gift, Harry. You will get your own room."

"How? All rooms are taken."

"Doesn't your cousin have two bedrooms?"

"Yes."

"Then why can't your relatives give you one of his two rooms?"

"BECAUSE DUDLEY NEEDS A ROOM FOR HIS TOYS. HE'S A NORMAL BOY. FREAKS DON'T DESERVE A BEDROOM!" shouted Uncle Vernon.

"Silencio!" muttered Professor Dumbledore.

Petunia started screaming. "Stop it you freak!"

"I will stop doing it when you stop using that word. You spend years psychologically torturing your nephew with it. I knew that you were jealous of your sister, but when I left you your nephew, I never imagined you would treat your own blood and flesh like that. I sometimes regret giving him to you, but I think that I can fix my mistake."

"So, you're taking him away from us?" asked Petunia.

"No. I will keep him here but change stuff for him. Why does your son have two bedrooms while your nephew is locked in a cupboard?"

"For his toys."

"So, you value toys more than your own nephew? Maybe I was mistaken, maybe Harry wasn't your nephew but some random boy I picked on the street."

"Of course, he's my nephew! Else I wouldn't be stuck with him."

"I have a way for Harry to stay here without you having to see him ever again."

"Are you going to turn him invisible?"

"No, I will give him this room. Your child can put his toys somewhere else."

"No! This is my room! I won't give it to that freak!" shouted Dudley as all the lights in the house went off.

Everyone was puzzled by what happened.

"Looks like your son just had an outburst of accidental magic, Petunia."

"That's impossible! We are all normal in this family. He can't be! How could he have gotten it?"

"Silly me, I thought that your and your sister's parents weren't magical while your sister is."

Petunia was at a loss for words and went back near her husband, who just regained his speech.

"Does that mean that I am a freak like my cousin?" asked Dudley.

"No, it means that you are both gifted."

None of the Dursleys knew what to say.

"Now Harry, this room is your birthday gift from me. I will make it bigger and add to it a fireplace and a bathroom. I am going to increase its size for you. You can stay here the whole time and your uncle and your aunt won't be able to see it because they are Muggles. Dudley can enter it but he won't be able to bring in his parents' thanks to the Muggle-Repelling Charm I will cast on it. Any questions?"

"What about Dudley's toys? And about food?"

"I will magically transport Dudley's toys to his room. As for food, you will eat here. Mrs. Figg will have her Xatu send you your meals and she will make for you a birthday cake. Also, Minerva and Hagrid will be visiting you."

"Thanks, Mister!"

"You can call me Professor. I am the Headmaster at Hogwarts, the magical school you will go to when you will turn eleven."

"A magical school?"

"Yes. It's where your parents went."

"You knew my parents Mis-Professor?"

"Of course, I do! It was unfortunate how they died so young."

"Uncle Vernon says they drove drunk and died in a car crash."

"That's a lie. They were killed by a criminal named Voldemort."

"Why did he kill them?"

"Because they opposed him. Oh, and before I forget, I will teach you about the Floo Network."

"Floo what?"

Dumbledore explained to Harry about the Floo powder, about how to travel in the Floo network, and about Floo calls. "I will have the Ministry connect it to the Network. If you need something, call Arabella Figg. Don't lose her address."

"Okay, Professor!"

"And before I go, I will leave you this picture of your parents."

"Thanks, Professor!"

A.N.

In 2012, Rowling said she regretted making Marjorie Dursley a breeder of bulldogs because they aren't normally aggressive, so I decided to make her a breeder of an aggressive breed. Don't forget that it's humans who created these breeds. Also, while Bull Terriers are not aggressive by nature, Marjorie Dursley makes them aggressive.