Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pokemon.
Note: Written for the Writing Club (prompt: Pokemon crossover).
WC: 440
Companions
Harry stirred the ladle, watching the stew swirl lazily before scooping up a healthy amount into a bowl. Placing the lid back onto the pot, he shuffled over to the log a few steps away, sitting next to Hermione. The girl had her Buneary in her lap, running her brush through the tangled hairs, and Harry couldn't resist smiling at the two frizzy haired companions. He watched them, making small comments as he ate the stew, casting cautious glances at the crackling fire warming up the pot.
A surprised grunt escaped his mouth when a yellow blur jumped onto his lap, and Harry hastily moved his bowl out of the way before he spilled the stew. He sighed, the corner of his mouth curling up in exasperated fondness as he petted his companion, balancing his bowl precariously on the log. Pikachu released a pleased sound, burrowing into his open jacket, demanding more pats when his hand stopped. Rolling his eyes at the spoiled behavior but continuing nonetheless, Harry brushed his fingers across the soft, short hairs, no longer flinching at the tiny sparks of electricity that zap him.
Idly scratching the warm bundle in his lap, Harry gazed at the rapidly darkening sky, the sunset painting its colors on its blue canvas. Summer approached in slow crawls, the freezing nights replaced by humid evenings, the sun only grudgingly giving its position to the moon. The forest surrounded the clearing, leaves rustling in the growing darkness, but Harry wasn't afraid; he had his friends with him.
Ron groaned loudly, collapsing on the log, almost toppling his bowl of stew. His edges of his clothes were singed, soot covering his cheeks, and Harry could even spot trails of smoke wafting from some strands of the red hair.
The orange, fiery lizard waddled in front of the trainers, casting a haughty glance at the redhead before dismissing him with a sniff. Harry felt Pikachu perk up at the sight of his friend and catapult off his knees to join Charmander in a game of tag. Hearing a loud stomach grumble to his left, Harry wordlessly handed over his stew, which Ron immediately wolfed down. Hermione grimaced, lecturing him on proper etiquette and hygienic purposes, ignoring the squirming Pokemon in her arms before she yelped in surprise as Buneary leapt out of her hold to play with the other creatures.
The three teens watched in amusement as the Pokemon ran around the clearing. The soft creaking of crickets provided a backdrop to the languid atmosphere as they excitedly await for morning to come as a start to their journey battle against the Elite Four.