Author's Note: So you may have notice this chapter is almost a week late. In fact, one of you, who wasn't brave enough to actually use your real account and instead used a guest account, called me a liar and cursed me out before demanding I go f- a goat.

Hahaha… last Tuesday I am told I woke up at 3 am with a 103 degree fever. I say told because I was hallucinating so bad I didn't know where I was. This lasted well until Monday when I finally had enough strength to actually sit up, let alone get on a computer to finish editing this story. Before that was being unable to hold anything but fluids (and even then I lost most of them), horrific pain, and delusions brought on by my body fighting an infection that left me a thrashing, trembling mess. I am told I kept talking about how the rebels had to get to the rock and decide if they wanted to declare independence and it was really important.

Anyway, for those of you who actually showed an ounce of respect for me and aren't ungrateful little jerks who whine about free stories on the internet, chapter 3 of this story WILL come out next week, maintaining the schedule. I am luckily far enough ahead that I don't need to take a break to get caught back up.

EDIT: Almost forgot! This story now has a TVtropes page! Simply look for "Harry Potter Pokemon Master Series". Please help fill it out!

10 months Earlier...

Even as he knelt down and checked the footprint in the damp soil Harry knew he was being watched. The only comfort was it wasn't the Pokémon he was tracking that was staring at him from afar, tracking his every movement. It knew he was around, there was no way it didn't, but it hadn't been able to find him yet just as he was still trying to locate where it had darted off too. The others called it The Dance and while he'd nodded his head when they'd asked him if he understood what they meant only now did he truly get what his teachers had been trying to get through his head. Every step he took was matched by the Pokémon's. He moved to the right and it shifted. The Pokémon darted forward and Harry faded back into the underbrush. The two of them were coming at each other, parrying and thrusting, their movements most likely looking to his observers as a prepared routine. But Harry knew that at some point one of them would make a mistake and the dance would suddenly end. Either he would locate the Pokémon and it would rush into battle or he would give himself away and the Pokémon would flee, leaving him with only wasted hours to show for his work.

Harry slowly looked about the forested canyon, listening for any stirring. He would not be the one to miss his step.

He knew that Hedwig was somewhere above him, keeping watch herself, giving him an advantage over the rare Pokémon he was chasing. Their bond had grown all the stronger in the last few months and now Harry could form the semi-bond that allowed him to see through her eyes without even needing to meditate. It was like slipping on a coat, so natural and easy for him now. He was trying to avoid leaning on her, however, as Harry wanted to prove to himself that he could do this without Hedwig. He needed to accomplish this with his own skill alone, no one else's.

The other observer was somewhere in the trees, not making a sound. Somewhere in the dark forest of the Whirl Island Jack Kenway was watching him, making notes and designing new training plans for them. Harry knew already that no matter how well he did he would still get a more training sessions. Jack was determined to make him an expert tracker in months rather than years and would not be satisfied with any performance. Harry didn't mind as he knew Jack was just as much critical of his own skills as he was Harry's. The teen would have been angry if Jack had tried to just give him a pat on the back and not offer him ways to get better-

Something clanged to his right.

It was a soft sound, one that most would have missed if he hadn't been waiting for it. But Harry knew from the three-toed footprints just what Pokémon he was hunting and thus had been listening for the tale-tell clanking of hard scales striking each other. Most likely the Pokémon had just shifted oddly or had taken a slightly awkward step over a fallen tree...

...or it was trying to lure him in.

He knew that this was a dangerous one. Powerful. Fully evolved. And it loved to fight. That's why it hadn't fled like most Pokémon would, trying to find long grass or a tree to hide in. No, this one was measuring him up just as much as he was measuring it, trying to determine just who he was and what he was capable of. And Harry knew it was a smart beast; a trap wouldn't be out of it's abilities.

Harry gripped Togekiss' Pokeball and flung it high, catching it quickly as it dropped. Togekiss had already been told to stay silent and the flying/fairy Pokémon merely looked down at Harry who nodded, pointing in the direction of the sound before gesturing in a circular motion. He could have entered the Speaker's Realm and let Togekiss know exactly what the plan was but just like with Hedwig Harry wanted to do this completely on his own without any powers. Just him and his Pokémon, like countless trainers throughout history.

Togekiss nodded before silently gliding around the area, her wings not making even a whisper of noise. Not that it mattered. Harry could see her and he knew that their target could see her as well... Harry wanted it too.

Harry looked up at Togekiss and brought his fingers to his lips before jerking his hand forward and splaying his fingers rapidly. Togekiss let loose a cry and dived bombed down...

...directing the wild Pokémon not towards Harry but towards where Hedwig was waiting.

It was a very risky gamble. If the Pokémon continued on towards Hedwig, allowing Togekiss to drive it, then Hedwig would be forced to battle on her own while Harry rushed to her aid. That would mean throwing away any hopes of catching it and instead just accepting that this would be a straight up battle. That wasn't what Harry wanted. What he hoped was that the Pokémon he was tracking would see the trap for what it was and dodge away-

There was a crash of underbrush and Harry came to a stop as the Pokémon, startled, burst into the clearing. It had tried to avoid the trap never realizing that Harry had wanted it to take the third path, to avoid his two Pokémon just so it would come right at him.

He smirked and flexed his fingers.

"Hello Kommo-o," Harry said, his gaze never leaving the dragon. "Far from home, aren't you? Me too. Here to prove myself… to get better… stronger." Like a gunslinger Harry casually lowered his arms to his sides, rolling his hands in preparation for the battle that was to come. There was no doubt that he would be fighting the dragon fighter, not after he'd ignored its scale-clanging warning. His dex had told him that Kommo-os would bash their scales to warn intruders that if they didn't turn back there would be a fight; when Harry had refused the dragon had decided to test him, thus their little Ratatta-and-Meowth dance. But now the music had ended and it was time to either leave the dance floor or show off one's best moves. "And I think you are just the Pokémon to do that."

"Kokoko!" Kommo-o bellowed, snapping his arms up and down, his scales slamming together to create a rhythmic clanging that filled the air. Kommo-o did this for several moments before it beat on his chest and let out a roar before storming forward.

"DOBBY!" Harry shouted, thrusting out his hand and firing a Pokéball from his palm.

Kommo-o wasn't expecting that. It had seen Harry's hands as being empty and assumed that he'd need to fumble for a Pokéball or that he was waiting for Hedwig and Togekiss to come to his head. How could it have known that what appeared to be his flesh and blood right hand was actually a highly advanced prosthetic designed to hold and fire out his Pokéballs?

"You see the loss of your hand as a weakness," Remus had told him when he'd shown Harry the schematics for the prosthetic. "So will the rest of the world. But turn it into your greatest strength and no one can beat you."

His right hand was a work of art, in Harry's opinion. The outside was synthetic flesh, resembling his own tissue and attached to the skin on his wrist so that even he couldn't see where the cut had once been. Nerves had been regrown as well thanks to nanites and while he was still getting used to the sensation of touch in his new fingers (as he could tell there was something slightly different from how they had felt before, like his hand had fallen asleep and was only now regaining blood flow) he knew that within a year it would be like he'd never suffered his injury.

Except he had. And Remus had been right. His right hand would now be his greatest strength.

Under the warm flesh was not bone but Dark Iron, the same metal used in Jack's escrima sticks, Jasmine's bracer blades, and Lance's bow staff. Strong, light, and capable of folding in on itself, Dark Iron worked great in Pokéball making as well as in all manner of devices and weapons. Within his palm was a Pokéball holder that could hold six balls that he could eject with a thrusting of his hand. By using a vocal command Harry could call out a Pokémon's name and send them out, return them, or, if he needed to swap out on his dex, simply flexing his fingers a certain way would allow him to quickly remove all the miniaturized Pokéballs. But it had been Jack who had insisted that Harry never go into battle unarmed, even if his foes thought he was, and thus had convinced Remus and Sirius to agree to put a small energy bolt emitter into his new hand. It wouldn't level buildings or even cut through a phonebook but it could knock someone back and give Harry time to mount a counterattack. Remus had even agreed that, should Harry prove himself able to handle it, they would see about increasing its power as he grew older.

Team Nocturne would come to regret the day Greyback had decided to take his hand from him.

"Kokokoko!" the dragon roared, charging at Dobby who effortlessly flipped over him. Spinning his spoons, Dobby fired a psychic attack right at his foe, causing the dragon to bellow and shake his head before turning and lashing out with his claws.

"Dobby, evade the Dragon Claw and ready the Future Sight!" Harry shouted as he held out his splayed out his fingers. He began to fire off beams of red energy at the surrounding trees, blasting leaves off the branches and sending them raining down around them. As he moved about the clearing Dobby continued to dodge Kommo-o's attacks, using his superior speed to leap about the field, teleporting when he simply didn't have enough room to move. It was a strategy Harry had seen Wally use in the first task of the Tournament and Harry and Dobby had adopted it for their own use. "Alright, let's give him another Psychic!"

Kommo-o wasn't about to let Harry and Dobby get off easy. As the psychic Pokémon prepared for his next mental attack the dragon whipped around, slamming his thick scaled tail right into Dobby and sending him crashing into a tree. Harry called out to his Pokémon but Kommo-o bellowed a warning before glaring a Dobby and letting out a roar that had the yellow Pokémon trembling with eyes wide in shock.

"What the hell was that?" Harry muttered as he pulled out his dex.

"Noble Roar," the dex intoned. "Classified as a Normal Type Move, this powerful bellow weakens the resolve of a Pokémon and thus causes their attacks to become less effective."

"Dobby, shake it off!" Harry shouted as he continued to blast the trees. "We just need to hold on a bit more, okay?"

"Dobby… Dobby try," he said in Harry's mind, his thoughts sounded slurred. He moved to blast another Psychic attack and while Kommo-o did tremble it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the first time. The dragon snarled and rearing back let loose another Noble Roar.

Dobby grabbed his ears in pain and howled.

"Hey!" Harry shouted, knowing that if he didn't do something soon Dobby wouldn't be able to do anything. Kommo-o ignored him… until Harry threw out the Ultra Ball. The dragon had only a moment to stare in surprise that he'd fallen for such a trick before it reduced him to red energy. Harry held his breath as the ball sucked in the energy and snapped shut. It fell to the ground and trembled once... twice...

...and shattered as the fighting dragon let out a roar out outrage.

"Of course it won't be that easy," Harry muttered to himself as Kommo-o roll his shoulders before he began to beat on his chest, issuing another challenge. "Alright, Dobby, we go for the big finish then!" Dobby nodded and began to fire off Psychic attacks at his opponent, Kommo-o doing his best to avoid the mental assaults while not allowing them to keep him from getting in close and take out the yellow Pokémon. Dobby was forced to run and gun, teleporting about the field, firing off attacks that sometimes hit true but more often did little than annoy the dragon. It was clear though that the Alakazam was beginning to run low on energy and that his teleportation range was rapidly shrinking fast.

~MC~MC~MC~

Kommo-o was growing tired of this. He had thought that these two would make interesting opponents, especially with him being at a disadvantage against the accursed psychic, but in the end, like all the challengers that had come before them, they failed to meet up to his standards. He let out a roar of frustration and demand, slashing out with his claws again and again. He was done with these stalling tactics. Either the trainer and the Alakazam needed to fight him, using moves and attacks that weren't as weak as the now pathetic psychic blasts his foe tossed at him, or retreat because he was getting bored with their weak attempts. It was pathetic. It was dishonorable. He wanted something new, something more than just blunt-force attacks. Something to impress him, to delight him, to make him push himself to new limits. He had thought he'd felt it at long last, the thrill of a real fight, but it seemed that these two had been nothing more than an empty promise. He would need to leave these islands and find another secluded shore where he might find a worthy opponent. One that could show him something new and dangerous and interesting. That is what he craved and had hoped these two would provide but-

"Dobby...now!"

Kommo-o braced for an attack only to blink in confusion when none came. He looked about, trying to figure out what the pesky human and his Alakazam were up to, only to blink in confusion when he saw a wide broad leaf floating up past his face. The dragon's eyes narrowed as he looked around and saw that it wasn't just that one leaf that was defying the laws of nature but rather every single leaf in the clearing, rising into the air, forming a green curtain wall... before they began to spin rapidly, becoming a blur of emerald that completely obscured everything around Kommo-o and made it impossible for him to see the world outside the swirling leaf storm.

The dragon scowled. It was clever but it wouldn't be enough. With a lesser Pokémon the leaves might have torn them up but for him his scales would protect him from the leaves even at their high speed. He'd wait for the Alakazam to attack and then rush him at full speed, catching him off guard. He'd break the wall and then he'd brake the Alakazam.

He heard a crackle of energy and turned in time to see the glow of a psychic blast.

With a roar Kommo-o burst through the leaf wall and swiung his fists... only to hit nothing but air even as the Future Sight attack washed over his chest, making him stumble.

"Ice Beam!" Harry shouted from where he'd taken refuge and Kommo-o cried out as Dobby, who'd hidden himself in a tree above the dragon, leapt directly over him and fired off the concentrated blast of frigid pain. Kommo-o went down hard, falling flat on his stomach as Dobby struck him down like the many hands of Arceus before Harry threw an Ultra Ball, his last thoughts ones of anger... and amazement.

The trainer had actually tricked him.

Clever.

One...two...three...

Click.

~MC~MC~MC~

"YES!" Harry cheered, rushing over and grabbing the ball even as Dobby stopped the spinning leaves and teleported over to him. "Now that was a battle!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing Dobby and hugging him.

"Indeed," Jack said, emerged from the shadows, his Frogadier Oroku moving beside him while Mumik rolled out of the darkness. "Do you want me to be your friend first or your mentor?"

"Let's get the grumpy mentor out of the way," Harry said as he took out a Hyper Potion and locked it onto the Ultra Ball, sending the medicine right into Kommo-o's ball before passing one to Dobby. "What did I mess up?"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "I want one good reason why you were half-assing it out there." Harry opened his mouth but Jack help up a finger. "You didn't use magnus to merge with Hedwig. You didn't Speak to any of your Pokémon. You didn't jump in and fight as well until you had to and even then it was mostly evading. I am training you to win a war so I want to know why you didn't use every tool at your disposal. This isn't a game, Harry, and I expect you not to treat it as such. So I want my reason... now."

Harry didn't blink. "No plan survives the battlefield... and I have to work under the assumption the same is true for prophecies." He began to pace, Jack and his Pokémon merely watching. "Maybe Voldemort figures out a way to block my using the Arts. Maybe the prophecy is wrong. Maybe something else comes up that I'll never think of until it happens. Whatever the case I can't rely upon the Arts being there to help me. You don't train just a single Pokémon, after all. You get a large and diverse team. I need to do the same with myself. Train myself in all forms of combats. This just a chance to test one particular version against a worthy opponent."

"Very worthy," Jack said, allowing a smile to, at long last, break through. "Harry, you might be one of the best improvise-battlers I've ever met. Using a Future Sight to distract? That is bloody clever." Harry grinned and Jack clapped him on the shoulder. "How does it feel to have a pseudo-legendary partner?"

"I don't know, honestly. I mean, I only caught him a few minutes ago." He paused, brow furrowing. "And you remember I have a Zygarde, right?"

Jack glared at him playfully. "Yeah yeah, rub it in ya cocky..." He threw out his hands wide. "Still... pseudos are something special. Different from legendary and mythical Pokémon. With those guys you are grabbing hold of a tall tale and holding on for dear life. It is easy for them to overshadow you." Harry nodded at that; while he didn't advertise he had Zygarde people still found out and he could tell at times they saw him less as 'Harry Potter, the trainer with a Zygarde' and more as 'Zygarde's trainer, what's-his-name'. "With pseudos though? Those are the ones that can become true teammates. They demand respect and they demand strength... but if you give it to them?" He lazily tossed a Pokéball out and Azog appeared, looking around before ending down and allowing Jack to gently scratch his head. Jack smiled as he petted his starter. "They become more than partners and more than friends," he said tenderly as he locked eyes with the Tyranitar. "I think you and Kommo-o are going to do amazing things, Harry."

"Thanks."

"Also have to say that I'm impressed with you... and all your friends, honestly. Most kids like to stick with one type and become masters of that. Half of you are gym leaders' brats but you still go with a diverse teams. Does my old League challenger heart good to see that you youngsters respect balance."

Harry laughed. "You're not that old, Jack."

"It's not the years, it's the mileage." Azog nodded at that.

"As for teams... I know that later on, when I finally take control of the Potter Family gym and get it established again I'll need to get more Fire Types... Firebolt and Ludwig are a good start but I'll need at least 3 more well trained ones for those looking for their final badges..." he frowned a bit. "Getting a team for rookies just starting out will be easy but for the others?"

"Get apprentices," Jack stated, Oroku passing him a stiff-haired brush so that Jack, who had clearly decided to turn this into a quick grooming session, could get some grit out from under Azog's scales. The Tyranitar rumbled in approval.

"Really?"

"That's what most gym leaders do. Clair currently has her best one, a cousin of her and Lance's named Dany, running the Blackthorn gym and she has all the apprentices and Jr. Gym Leaders training the family Dratinis and other little dragons. Gives them experience and makes it easier on you. Heck, half the time that is why people sign up to train under gym leaders. "

Harry considered this as he recalled all his Pokémon save for of course Hedwig, who flew down and perched on his shoulder. She looked down at the Pokéball and barked in approval. A sudden thought occurred to him and Harry found himself asking, "Why don't the Kenways run Cianwood's gym? I thought the most powerful family in a town was the gym leader..."

"Not always," Jack commented. "The Stone family in Hoenn aren't gym leaders. The kid is the current Prime Minister, sure, but before him they were businessmen. As for my family?" Jack shrugged. "You know how gyms started out?" Harry shook his head. "I can't speak for all regions but in Johto and Kanto they came about at the end of the Warring States Era. That was right after the Age of Heroes. All the different cities were their own little regions back then, battling each other, taking land and losing it. Got a lot of strange things because of that."

"Like?"

Jack considered, recalling Oroku but leaving Azog out so he could focus on his starter's plate armor. "This is going to be weird to talk about, considering I'm the one that almost wiped out the entire family, but the Oroku Clan, Koga's family. Originally the Orokus were from Saffron and were Psychic users. More... priestly, from what I've found, than the ninjas they became. Anyway, the younger son one day decides that the family shouldn't serve as advisers but as warriors and he challenges his elder brother to a battle. Wanted to gain control and take them on a different path. Each family claims they won but the end result is that the younger took the family crest, which is what the Soul Badge is based on, and moved to Fuchsia and began training ghost types before he realized he was better with the poison part of the Gengar line and switched over to that. The older brother sticks with psychic but decides to screw with him though and makes his family crest be called the Marsh Crest, later the Marsh badge... even though the names fit better with the other. So to this day you have Sabrina, who probably doesn't even realize Janine is her cousin centuries removed, handing out Marsh Badges and not understanding why they are called that." When Harry just stared at him and Jack grimaced. "And I admit that know so much about Koga's family makes me sound like a stalker."

"Just a touch. Anyway, the origin of gyms?"

"Right," Jack said. Satisfied that he'd gotten Azog taken care of Jack put the grooming tools away and motioned for Harry to follow him back to the Hall of Speakers. "So the Emperor in Kanto and the Lord Protector and King of Johto both rise to power around the same time and basically unify their regions. Problem is you have a bunch of towns filled with warriors used to fighting and a bunch of soldiers wandering around with nothing to do anymore. As strange as it is having constant wars kept the cities themselves peaceful. Without'em suddenly the plains and little villages are fine but the cities become filled with men and women looking for a fight. So one of the two, and I hate to admit it but it was probably the Kanto Emperor, hits upon an idea: He selects eight of the major towns and tells the heads of their families that they will accept formal challenges from warriors. The battles will be very strictly run, so to avoid death and chaos, and it is the goal of the wandering warriors to claim eight family crests as proof of their victory. After a few manage to do it and begin to wonder at the point of it all the Emperor announced that those who collect eight crests can challenge his advisors."

"The Elite 4."

"And the Emperor becomes the first Champion."

Harry frowned. "But the Kenways?"

"We were offered a spot, of course. That was when Jacob and Evie Kenway, The Twins, were in charge of the family. They considered it but there was a problem: the King wanted the families to focus on one type of Pokémon. That was easy for most families, as they already did that, but the Kenways have always been odd. Edward used water and flying types. Haythem dark and fighting. Connor found the Tyranitars but he also liked grass types. No one in the family could decide. Jacob preferred Rock types while Evie was a Ghost trainer. In the end the Twins decided to just give control of the challenge to their cousin, Shay Kenway. He chose Fighting, to honor Haythem, the family continues on for about six generations until they have a girl who marries into the Muscle family which just was too perfect for a Fighting Type gym and... there you go. Chuck runs things now in Cianwood and does a damn good job. And the Kenways get to be weird and have multiple types. Save Jasmine but that is the Ironside in her... and she tries to have the secondary types be varied."

"But Jonas is a member of the Elite 4," Harry pointed out. "And he doesn't use a single type."

"He does when it's an official battle."

"Really?"

"He never told you?" Jack said, surprised, before rolling his eyes. "Of course he didn't... my brother, the solemn quiet Kenway." Jack shook his head. "He specializes in Rock. Cradily, Torkoal, Carracosta, one of those fancy Alola Golems, and of course his Tyranitar."

"I've only ever seen him use the Tyranitar," Harry said in surprise.

"That's because he has multiple teams," Jack said, shaking his head as he smirked. "Most kids don't consider doing that, as they are too busy developing one team of six with maybe a few alternates but those of us who make Pokémon a major part of our careers develop either multiple teams or train so many Pokémon we don't have one fully established team. Jonas has his Elite 4 team which he uses for official events and then he has his battle team for when he is in a war or taking down criminals. That one's more well-rounded: A Primeape, his Aggron, his Volcarona, a Muk, a Ledian, and of course his Tyranitar again."

"Sounds like it takes a lot of work and thought," Harry commented as they continued on.

"It does," Jack said. "How many Pokémon do you have, Harry?"

"Nine," he said.

"I have around 15 Pokémon that I could confidently call upon right now for a battle," Jack stated. "And I'm currently training Oroku and Caradhras."

"Don't you mean Baby Love?" Harry teased.

Jack scowled. "She will be the most deadly dangerous... cuddle bug... the world has ever seen. My point is that I have a large team so I can adapt to any situation and you should have one as well, Harry. And Kommo-o is a great next step." The older man looked down at Harry. "So... have a name picked out?"

"You're really big on that, aren't you?"

"I don't call you Person McTeenager," Jack stated.

"I'll have to ask him," Harry said with a shrug. "If he doesn't have one himself I'll figure something else out."

"Go with Vegeta," Jack said. "Or Saitama."

"...that sounded very Luna-ish?"

"I'm her stand-in."

"I would have thought you'd go with a Lord of the Rings character." Jack's face lit up. "No... no... I wasn't asking!"

"Oh come on! Elessar! The great king of Gondor! I thought of naming Smaug that but... come on, Smaug is an awesome name! But you can totally use Elessar."

"Jack..." Harry groaned playfully as the two continued on back into the temple, ribbing each other the entire way.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes: So a few people have complained that there weren't enough battles in the first few books. My answer has always been that the final three books are VERY battle heavy. I know of at least 3 battles, including this one, in the first 10 chapters of this book alone. Also, I will be honest… battles usually bore me. For example, there is this amazing fanfic for Pokemon, Ashes of the Past. I love it to death… but I tend to skip all the battle stuff or just skim it. I get that people enjoy that but for me battles are boring because it is just describing an attack and for me battles are visual, not oral. I want to see a battle not read/hear about it. So unless I can do something interesting with it writing them is a chore. I am more interested in lore, history, debate, those things.

Something I will own up to is it has been FAR too long since Harry caught a Pokemon in a battle. All the way back to Book 2, I believe. I actually did have notes of Harry catching a Pokemon during a task (I think it was the 3rd one, when he was moving to save Fleur) but I wasn't happy with any ideas or Pokemon at that point and abandoned it. And at one point in Book 4 Harry and Jasmine were going to catch a pair of Lucarios together but I got rid of that scene as well as I didn't like it. Also, while I know many people like Lucario I got enough flak for giving Harry an Eevee that I thought giving him an Lucario was dangerous.

But I wanted to give Harry a powerful pokemon that was a fighter and Kommo-o fits the bill. It also gives him a pseudo which was important. For those that don't know every game has at least one pseudo legendary. They are three stage, usually dragon, highly powerful Pokemon. And so far the most important trainers in this story have one: Lance and Clair had Dragonites. Jack and Jonas have Tyranitars. Drayden a Hydreigon. Lazio a Salamance. Cynthia has a Garchomp. And while Dumbledore doesn't have a pseudo Barty Crouch Jr. has a Metagross. That left the Goodra line and the Kommo-o line. I think we all can guess what blonde haired pop culture junkie who just happens to be training in Kalos and is from a line of Dragon Trainers will be getting a Goodra leaving Harry to get Kommo-o.

As for the name… I am leaving that up to fan vote. Vegeta? Saitama? Elessar? Some other name? Make a suggestion. We'll find out in two chapters.

Jack once more steps in and fills out the role of historian. I know other people have explaining how gyms and the Elite 4 came about and I took what I liked, my own ideas, and crafted this. For those curious, Avalon's Elite 4 are:

Croaker- Dark (Investigations/Studies)

Doctor Onassis- bug (Medical)

Madam Bones- Fighting (Police)

Barty Crouch Sr- Steel (International Relations)

And yes, Fudge is currently the 'champion', though in this world the title is Prime Minister. Fudge is a Rock expert.