Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pokémon. This is a Fem! Harry AU if you do not like genderbent stories what are you doing still reading this?

WARNING! Aside from this being an AU female Harry I don't think there are any further warnings. I mean if you haven't read the books there is a tiny chance that there might be spoilers.

"Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin." - Grace Hansen.

Prologue

It had ended, as it had begun, with a green flash aimed at the one born to defeat the Dark Lord.

Though, that is not to say it truly ended there, for the child born of prophecy was now a woman grown, a woman more than capable of defending herself. Her eyes as green as the curse that had taken her parents from her, burned with righteous fury as she whipped her wand out meeting the Killing Curse with a spell of her own, blazing red sparks flew as the two spells collided.

It was said that she had poured her soul into the spell, determined to prevail where others had not. Seconds had turned to minutes as the two spells fought for dominance, and it wasn't very long before the wand held in the Dark wizards grasp defied its false master in favour of the one who had truly gained its loyalty. Flying right into the waiting hand of the The-Girl-Who-Lived now Woman-Who-Conquered, just as her spell hit home burning the skin from the bones of her life long enemy turning flesh to ash.

His scream of pure unadulterated fear was heard by all who had witnessed his demise.

Those of the spectators who had been on the side of the Dark Lord Voldemort had tried to flee when they saw that they had been beaten. Their comrades falling left and right as they were overpowered and outnumbered by the child soldiers of the school they had chosen as their battlefield.

What none had noticed in the skirmish though was that their saviour too had seemingly vanished. Well, all except for one. A young man who, as a child declared the Saviour of the Wizarding World his enemy because she had chosen to befriend a poor red-haired boy over himself, a decision he had come to regret as time went on.

The man watched as the raven-haired woman fell to her knees and seemingly faded from existence, much the same as when the Dark Lord was no more than ash in the wind. But the man knew better, he knew she was still alive but he didn't know where she had gone—I didn't know where she had gone.

It had been years since that fateful day when it was discovered their Saviour had vanished the Wizarding World had done no more than make a statue in her honour. In both the Ministry and the school grounds. I know they did this because they were tired of the war, but it doesn't mean I agree with it.

Years since the dream of a young girl with black hair and green eyes, a dream that had told me I was right. Harriet was alive, but she was no longer in this world she was no longer burdened by her duty to fulfil a prophecy.

I envy her of that. But that's nothing new, I had always envied her of one thing or the other.

Now I shall remind you that this is not the end of her story... In truth, I rather think this is where her journey actually begins.

Signed; Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy, Deputy Minister of Magical Britain.

Seventeen-year-old Harriet Euphemia Potter had agreed to defeat Voldemort on the word of a God that she would be allowed to journey to her next great adventure, where she could choose her own path. Arceus Pokémon God of Creation had agreed to ferry her between her world and his own.