Prologue

A/N: When talking about Arceus, I will not use information from the anime and movies. This is because 1) I have not seen them all, and 2) I believe that they are wrong about Arceus being able to be trapped/captured, etc.. Please don't hate!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pokemon. These belong to J. K. Rowling and The Pokemon Company, respectively.

Deep within the British Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, a group of the most intelligent and creative wizard researchers in the world were working with their Muggle counterparts to save the world.

Sorry, not to save the world. It was already too late for that. The series of chain-reaction supernovas moving throughout the galaxy had already doomed all life on Earth. Escape was not possible. These researchers were frantically working for something else. In order to preserve life, they had to create someone…no, something capable of surviving the end of the galaxy and creating a new one.

This unlikely group made of hundreds of potion masters, arithmancers, organic chemists, transfiguration masters, quantum physicists, and other experts in their fields were working to create a god.

…Lucky for them, combining the world's muggle technology and compiling different countries' numerous magical artifacts gave them some damn good stuff to work with…

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In the center of the seemingly endless array of tunnels, magically expanded rooms, and spinning door chambers (what, you thought there was just one?), there stood a room, sterile and solitary, with just one table in it. On that table lay the body template of the creature that was to hopefully become the god, the creator, of the next world.

The base body of an impressive unicorn specimen magically fused with the body of a Japanese kirin. Simple and pure, it lay in suspended animation, aware and prepared for whatever further alterations were to be made to its body and essence, making it the creator of the future.

In an adjacent room, a plethora of magically altered and protected muggle monitoring machines were set up. In another, worktables filled with sketches of unicorns' and kirins' bodies were crammed together, with the sketches hastily strewn across the room, marked with mathematical calculations and chemical formulas. Yet another room was filled with hundreds of vacuum sealed cubicles, each holding top-quality cauldrons which were bubbling, sizzling, and sometimes frosting over with potions that were never made in the history of humankind, now brewed for the purpose of reinforcing and altering the creature that was to be the hope of a new, better world.

In the last adjacent room, an old man walked to his desk while putting down his bag, sat down, and sighed. He was getting way too old for this kind of stuff.

Harry Potter was tired. He had lived a long, fruitful life, filled with memories of his wife and children. However, his "hero complex" always made him drop whatever he was doing and help whoever, or whatever, was in need. In this case, obviously, it was the world…he couldn't help himself.

Harry looked down at his desk which was covered with maps, some incredibly ancient, some computer generated, but all essential to how he was aiding in the creation of a god. You see, although Harry was much better than most wizards in herbology, charms, transfiguration, and potions, he was just not on the same level as the truly specialized wizards of these individual subjects who were working on the creature. His true passions lied in Defense against the Dark Arts, ancient magic, and exploration. How could a master in these fields help in the creation of the creature that lay just a room away, you might ask? Well, Harry was in charge of researching and gathering mythical artifacts and magical materials that would be necessary for the many alterations that were to be made to the unicorn-kirin hybrid.

He thought back to only some of the items he had gathered over the years, just for this project. The beak of a thunderbird, freely given, crushed, and preserved. A few liters of phoenix tears. A few drops of Eitr, the supposed life giving substance of Norse mythology and panacea to balance out its poisonous properties. The flaming pearls of Chinese dragons and the teeth, venom, and eyes of a basilisk. Orichalcum, the indestructible Atlantean metal. A feather from a Simurgh and from a Ma'at. A Ningyo's flesh. The mythical Smoking Mirror from Aztec mythology. Harry had even searched for the World Trees of various mythologies, which ended up being a futile endeavor. With much difficulty, he had even found a few drops from Mímisbrunner, or the Well of Mimir. Harry had gathered a horn of the Baí Ze, the eyes of a Satori, and even the Persian Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegar.

And, of course, the six gems. The gems that had fallen through the Veil centuries ago, and which had since been locked up in the depths of the Ministry and almost forgotten. It was said that they carried so much power that it could be felt without touching them, and that the powerful wizard who transported them to their vault so many centuries ago had very soon after gone mad and killed himself.

So, of course they had to make Harry retrieve them.

He still wasn't sure how he did it, but he had an idea. Ever since picking up the three Deathly Hallows so, so many years ago, he felt powerful, more so than his usual, powerful self. He had increased stamina, energy, and reflexes. How else would he be able to go on so many dangerous expeditions so late in his life and still come back alive? Harry felt that even if this "Master of Death" legend may not be exactly true , becoming the master of all three Hallows had definitely done something. So, when he picked up the jewels, albeit indirectly (with heavily charmed dragonhide gloves), all he felt was an extreme rush of power, and not the kind that would drive him insane. He knew this because it had already been a year since he had relocated them closer to the project, and he felt and acted exactly the same as beforehand.

Harry Potter was nervous. How could he not be? The earth was going to be destroyed in less than a decade, and humanity could do nothing to stop it. However, he was also content. Content that he had, even in his old age, been able to be a small part of the project to create a being that carried the power, goodness, and wisdom to recreate life itself after the death of the galaxy.

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It was nearly finished. The creature lay on the same table as before. Now, however, it was seemingly even more beautiful than ever before, and all who lay eyes on it in the now magically expanded room were immediately captivated. Around the creature's waist was a golden, angular wheel, made of orichalcum which was smelted while amidst the fumes of numerous potions, and cooled in a chilled mixture of holy water and half of the gathered drops from Mímisbrunner. At the four "corners" of the wheel were four identical, small holes, each seemingly waiting for something powerful to take its place there. Two more of these holes were immediately under its eyes, waiting empty on its almost visor-like grey-black face. The rest of its body was pure white, shining so bright that it was almost hard to look at, and the creature had accents of the orichalcum gold on its pointed hooves and face. It lay seemingly asleep on the table, yet it was aware of the great crowd of scientists and wizards who surrounded it, all awaiting the finishing touch to complete their creation.

Soon, the crowd parted to let one old man through who radiated an aura of power that was amazingly eclipsed by the power emanating from the small, rune-covered stone box that he held in his hands.

Harry Potter stepped forward, prepared to place the gems of power in their proper places.

He carefully inserted the blue, purple, red, and green stones into their slots in the creature's wheel-like structure. Then, almost reverently, he placed the yellow and orange gems underneath the creature's eyes.

Slowly, Harry reached back for the final ingredient. A small dropper bottle filled with a clear liquid was given to him, and Harry gently pried open the creature's mouth. He dripped precisely seven drops of the Eitr-panacea mixture into its small maw, and then stepped away.

The creature's slow breathing stilled. The congregation held its breath.

Then, the creature opened its red eyes and looked right at Harry.

He stared back with awe and happiness, and shock. Then, Harry's mouth opened as he spoke the first words that were to be heard that evening.

"Arceus. Its name is Arceus."

A/N: Well, I hope you like it. And…HhHhHhMmMmMm…I wonder what those six gems are?…