Ash Potter, Harry Ketchum?
By Enja
Ages: Ash: 11, Ron: 11
part: 3
The blackness that had been surrounding me for a few hours finally started to dissapear as I woke up, into daylight.
"Misty? Brock?" I say groggily. My eyes soon adjust to the room's light. Where am I. It looked as if I were in a castle. It was night time. Maybe midnight or one in the morning. I peered around my surroundings. There were about ten beds in the room I was in. All of them occupied with boys around my age, sleeping soundly.
"Misty? Brock? Pikachu?" I whisper again looking for somebody I knew. No response.
"Must be a dream!" I tell myself.
All of the sudden I felt unusally tired a collapsed onto the bed I had been using.
* * *
"AHHH! Who are you?!" A read haired boy yelled with a bunch of other boys around him. "And where's Harry?" He continued.
I was horribly freaked out. I had thought that I was in a dream. If I was how come I was back to the same place. I pinched myself to make sure. This was real!
"Who are you?" A slightly overweight boy asked.
"A-Ash Ket-tchum." I say, stuttering.
Chattering began to fill the room. I just watched. I would do anything to be with Misty, Brock, and Pikachu at the moment.
"Wh-here's Mis-sty?" I ask hoping to get a postitive answer. The talk around the room came to a halt. "Wha-at abou-t Brock and Pik-kach-u?" I asked. They all stare.
"Who are they?" The red haired boy asks.
"My friends." My stuttering finally gave away. "Where am I?" I ask.
"You don't know where we are???" I shake my head that is still occupied by my league hat. "You are at Hogwarts for Witchcraft and Wizardry." Witchcraft and Wizardry? I had to be dreaming! "Do you think he is a muggle?" The overweight boy asked.
"No, there is a spell so that muggles would stay away, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Where are you from?" A boy asks.
"Pallet Town! I am going to be a Pokemon Master!" I declare. The room bursts into laughs.
"What?!" I ask.
"What's...a...Pokemon?" A laughing boy asks. I didn't find that this was very funny. I reached down to my belt to grab one of my Pokeballs. There is only one! "Oh great." I say plainly as I notice that it's Charizard's. Charizard never obeyed me. I throw the Pokeball to hush the laughter in the room. It silences quickly as Charizard snorts.
"What's that?" Everyone was staring at it, fearfully.
"That's a Pokemon! There are thousands more, but I only have one with me now." Charizard snorted out fire and everyone stepped back again. I called him back. They all started paniking about someone named 'Harry' again. I watched in silence.
Soon the red headed boy sticks out his hand. "I'm Ron."
A/n- Reviews? Any out there? R/R!
By Enja
Ages: Ash: 11, Ron: 11
part: 3
The blackness that had been surrounding me for a few hours finally started to dissapear as I woke up, into daylight.
"Misty? Brock?" I say groggily. My eyes soon adjust to the room's light. Where am I. It looked as if I were in a castle. It was night time. Maybe midnight or one in the morning. I peered around my surroundings. There were about ten beds in the room I was in. All of them occupied with boys around my age, sleeping soundly.
"Misty? Brock? Pikachu?" I whisper again looking for somebody I knew. No response.
"Must be a dream!" I tell myself.
All of the sudden I felt unusally tired a collapsed onto the bed I had been using.
* * *
"AHHH! Who are you?!" A read haired boy yelled with a bunch of other boys around him. "And where's Harry?" He continued.
I was horribly freaked out. I had thought that I was in a dream. If I was how come I was back to the same place. I pinched myself to make sure. This was real!
"Who are you?" A slightly overweight boy asked.
"A-Ash Ket-tchum." I say, stuttering.
Chattering began to fill the room. I just watched. I would do anything to be with Misty, Brock, and Pikachu at the moment.
"Wh-here's Mis-sty?" I ask hoping to get a postitive answer. The talk around the room came to a halt. "Wha-at abou-t Brock and Pik-kach-u?" I asked. They all stare.
"Who are they?" The red haired boy asks.
"My friends." My stuttering finally gave away. "Where am I?" I ask.
"You don't know where we are???" I shake my head that is still occupied by my league hat. "You are at Hogwarts for Witchcraft and Wizardry." Witchcraft and Wizardry? I had to be dreaming! "Do you think he is a muggle?" The overweight boy asked.
"No, there is a spell so that muggles would stay away, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Where are you from?" A boy asks.
"Pallet Town! I am going to be a Pokemon Master!" I declare. The room bursts into laughs.
"What?!" I ask.
"What's...a...Pokemon?" A laughing boy asks. I didn't find that this was very funny. I reached down to my belt to grab one of my Pokeballs. There is only one! "Oh great." I say plainly as I notice that it's Charizard's. Charizard never obeyed me. I throw the Pokeball to hush the laughter in the room. It silences quickly as Charizard snorts.
"What's that?" Everyone was staring at it, fearfully.
"That's a Pokemon! There are thousands more, but I only have one with me now." Charizard snorted out fire and everyone stepped back again. I called him back. They all started paniking about someone named 'Harry' again. I watched in silence.
Soon the red headed boy sticks out his hand. "I'm Ron."
A/n- Reviews? Any out there? R/R!
