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AN: Sorry I'm late :) I had exams and I still have more exams to go, and then I had parties and tennis and a lack of inspiration. However thanks to the amazing beta of this story, aliengirlguy, this chapter was pushed through, it couldn't have been done without her :) Yay! While not as long as I'd like, the next chapter will be longer, hopefully.

aliengirlguy: Why thank you! *Bows*

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Feel the lights are fading within me

There's a void and a growing anxiety

I can feel the bitter end draws near

I concede this life has nothing more for me

I fall through rays of light

In the hours of redeeming

Last call and far too late now

As far as I can tell,

I've been burned in life, burned too many times

Wheel of fire's still burning

I have done my time, walked too many lines

And my soul keeps on burning

~The Last Call, Sirenia

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The sun was just peeking over the horizon, with lazy flames of reds, gold's and fiery oranges that melted through the dark and washed away the night, leaving a relatively warm, and clear-skied morning.

To look at the picturesque valley, one would not have been able to tell, that only a short time ago, that same sun had set, just after events that were beyond extraordinary for this world, events that would soon mark a change in the lives and destinies of many therein.

The catalyst for this change lay curled up in the grass; his body had a light sheen of early mourning dew as he huddled in his unconscious state.

Another human lay at his side, watching the small teen with startling intensity and curiosity, wondering how such a small human could change so much in his life so abruptly.

This other human was somewhat bemused at its position. The being was somewhat yet undecided whether the situation deserved enough to start any unnecessary panicking. The now human that had been snuggled up to the black haired teens back, began to stir with more energy.

Detaching itself…himself? Yes, he was reasonably sure he was male, after a moment of contemplation, as he eyed his new form, testing the movement of his limbs and his facial features and having no clothes. The reasonably-certain-he-was-male had ample opportunity explore every square inch of his new body. His body was the same basic shape as his old one, but there were some differences. Arms smoother and hairless when compared to his old ones, his legs also smoother. He frowned as he silently thanked the fate that whatever had happened to him, had happened during the height of the warm season. How humans survived the cold season with their fragile bodies exposed to the elements was beyond him.

His hands and feet were different though, the fingers longer and far more delicate than the paws he had before. His toes were shorter and there were more of them, while the soles of his feet had thinned out and lengthened. His tail had disappeared entirely, throwing off his balance slightly when he finally got to his feet. He frowned again as he wavered a little on his feet, that was rather annoying.

His body was mostly the same, the skin the same pale creamy colour that it had been under his fur.

His face, on the other hand, had changed dramatically. The fur there had disappeared as well, only staying on the top of his head, just like the human still curled at his feet, although his was a little bit shorter, long enough to brush his neck. It was one of those oddities about humans, lacking any sort of protection against the elements such as fur, but giving them such a large amount in such an awkward place as the top of their head. His ears had moved down to the sides of his head, and morphed into a rounder shape, while his nose had apparently shrunk, drawing back into his face. His mouth had grown, dark pink lips forming, and chin and cheek bones shifted to form what other humans (had any been around) would call a strong, handsome face.

There was one change that he didn't understand. There was something hanging between his legs. It was round, almost like another limb, and had dark blue hair framing the base and the fleshy sack beneath it. He touched it and shivered, touching it made his stomach feel strange. What a singularly odd sensation. He turned to the still sleeping boy, and cocked his head to the side, filled with curiosity. Maybe it was something all humans had? The newly changed male crept over and examined the sleeping boy, comparing his still slumbering body to his own.

He was really curious about this odd appendage.

Did all humans have them, or was it just males? From what he could remember, human females had protruding, fleshy bumps on their chests, while most males did not, at least from what he had observed anyway.

The boy was wearing clothing that covered most of his body, though in obviously bad condition, as it barely clung to him in slightly singed rags, so the former-pokemon gently pulled the lower part down, exposing the boy's own . . . thing to the world. There wasn't as much hair around it and it was a little bit smaller than his own, was that indicative of age? Or were they all differently shaped? But it was almost the same other wise. He touched it and the boy stirred, moaning softly in his sleep, as though he was in pain. The boy's eyes started to flutter, and the man moved his own face closer, curious by the reaction. Was the human awakening?

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Harry was used to waking up in strange places. In the common room when he had stayed up all night doing homework, in unused class rooms when he couldn't sleep and had gone for a wander, and outside when he was avoiding, or was tossed there, by the Dursley's. But this time really took the cake.

When Harry opened his eyes, the first thing that he saw, was a total stranger, a man.

The man was on his hands and knees above Harry, face barely two inches away. Harry stared back for a second, taking in the sight of strange man. The other had dark, navy blue hair; something that Harry had only seen when Tonks had been around and having fun at the dinner table. Deep crimson eyes looked back into his own, something that would have freaked him out, having had bad experiences with this eye colour, if they had not been filled with a sort of innocent curiosity, something that soothed Harry's fear, since Voldie could never pull off such a look, even when he looked human.

He was handsome, very handsome, but much too close, which brought a soft blush to Harry's face.

Harry shivered, why did his legs feel cold? He looked down, and instantly shoved the man away and yanked his pants up. He glared at the other.

Why the hell were his pants around his ankles? He re-evaluated his first thought. Obviously red eyes really did go hand in hand with trouble.

At least for him anyways.

He looked up to glare at the strange man some more and growled. "What the hell do you think you were doing? Who are you? Where am I?"

He was trying not to give into the beginnings of panic, but being in a (now that he got a good look around) strange place with a strange man, who had possibly doing who knows what to his vulnerable person while he was unconscious, was fairly stressing for anyone. Especially with finding his trousers were open and he wasn't the sort to be absent minded enough to traipse around with his broom closet door open, thank you very much.

His mind wasn't put to ease when it came to the preservation of his virginity the longer he was in this strangers company.

The man tilted his head to the side, and it was only then that Harry realised that the other man was naked! He blushed heavily and looked away. " Where the hell are your clothes?"

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and warily. Should he make a runner for it? If he hadn't been so bloody exhausted, there would have already been a dust cloud where he was standing. The man may be some sort of pervert, but he was also, unfortunately the only one he could see for miles. That left him in a difficult dilemma, since he had no idea where the hell he was.

Perhaps sensing the boy's unease, his unfortunate (in Harry's point of view) companion, finally took the initiative, and spoke.

"I am called Lucario," the man paused, as if surprised at the words that fell from his mouth in a deep tenor without difficulty, he shook his head, shrugging it off and continuing with his explanation.

"You are in what the humans call the Kanto Region. When you changed me, I did not come clothed. I was curious to the changes in my body, therefore I was examining you. It seems that you are male like I am." Lucario spoke calmly, almost sounding like he was asking Harry why he was asking such a silly question.

Harry spluttered, "What do you mean I changed you?"

Harry had a sinking feeling in his gut. Couldn't he ever catch a break?

'That's it,' he thought mentally, 'I have officially entered a nutters version of Oz.'

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Lucario cocked his head, a crease forming between his new eyebrows. Where was the boy from if he didn't even know what the Kanto region was? or the events that transpired only yesterday?

"You gave me this human form. Don't you remember?"

Harry choked, "Wh-what do you mean?" that sinking feeling in his gut migrating passed the bottom of his feet long ago.

Lucario moved closer, "I, and some others, were drawn by the strange energy that was pouring off of you. You were holding some sort of glowing stick that then burned up, leaving only a feather, which floated out of the ash. It disappeared in a flash of light and then this wave of energy washed over me, changing me into my current form. The others vanished but I assume that they were changed in a manner similar to mine."

Harry had frozen; white as snow, and whispered, "My wand burned up . . ."

Tears were welling up in his eyes, causing the brilliant emerald to glimmer. Next to Hedwig, his wand had been the one constant in his life since he had entered the wizarding world. Ron and Hermione, as much as he loved them, hadn't always been there for him, and Dumbledore definitely hadn't been someone he could depend on. Without his wand, he felt more naked then the man before him. His breath came out in pants as the panic he had been trying so hard to control rampaged through his shocked psyche.

Lucario was confused now, why had the loss of the stick made the boy upset? Maybe it was something sentimental to him? Perhaps it was like Farfetch'd and it's spring onion?

A little unsure of what to do, but acting on instinct and from what he had observed of the species in his travels, the former pokémon shuffled over and hesitantly wrapped the distraught boy in a hug, trying to comfort him in the way that he had seen other humans use.

Harry cried harder, leaning into Lucario's embrace, too upset to refuse the comfort from the stranger, naked or not.

This close to the boy, Lucario could feel the strange energy fluctuating within the teen, most likely reacting to the younger humans emotions. What did surprise him was the shimmering of the markings on Harry's arms. He frowned, had they always been there? Why didn't he notice them before? Lucario couldn't remember for certain.

Harry eventually came down from his emotional breakdown, eyes red and slightly puffy. He wiped the last few tears off of his face, but was distracted by a weird shimmering on his arms. He stretched them out in front of him to get a better look, staring at the appendages and ignoring how Lucario shifted, but didn't let go of him.

His jaw dropped, what the hell had happened? Where the fuck had these come from?

The markings on his arms were beautiful, swirling and twirling in intricate patterns, starting at his fingertips. They spread over his palms and the backs of his hands, eventually ending at his elbows. The lines that made up the patterns were only about a centimetre wide, and somehow they were changing colours. The kaleidoscope was slowing down now, but there was something at the back of his mind niggling at him . . .

Harry closed his eyes, immersing himself into his magic, feeling it surround him. It was so . . . different now. Before, from what he had learned in examining his own magic over the years, it had been lush and green, with a tiny hint of other, a dark smudge hanging off like a parasite. His magic had been large enough before, certainly bigger than anyone else his age.

Being able to feel and sense magic hadn't been something that he had wanted to spread around, even after he had starting going to Hogwarts. Hermione would have asked him endless amounts of questions and told him to tell Dumbledore about it, while Ron would have been jealous of just another thing that made him unique, again.

Something had changed his magic though, probably the same thing that had caused his wand to burn up. Instead of vivid, yet smudged, green, his magic was a chaotic rainbow of colours, dazzling the black haired boy with its intensity. The parasitic other had vanished as well, allowing his magic to grow even more. Where before it had resembled a lake, now it was like an ocean, stretching out endlessly in his minds eye.

Lucario frowned again, Harry had closed his eyes after staring at the strange markings on his arms. The former pokémon opened his mouth to ask what the boy was doing, when he felt it. The energy inside the boy was stirring, reacting to something the boy was doing. He couldn't help but tug the boy closer, closing his eyes as he felt a startling, yet not unwelcome, strange bliss as the energy washed against his skin. Lucario felt something inside of him wake, drawn out by the strange energy coming from Harry.

Said black haired boy could feel magic coming from, surprisingly enough, Lucario.

Harry re-submerged into his own magic, concentrating where it was reaching out and mingling with the strangers. It had started shifting, taking a vaguely humanoid bipedal shape, but there were some differences . . .

The . . . creature's (?) ears were similar to a rabbits, perched on the top of the beings head, while its face resembled a fox. It had paws like one too. It had the figure of a human, but it had a spike in the centre of its chest and it had oddly arranged fur on it's lower half that it looked like it was wearing a pair of puffed up shorts. The creature also had a tail and four strange things, (hair?), dangling down the back of its head.

Harry pulled out of the magic with a gasp. He knew of only one thing that caused people's magic to change like that.

Animagus transformations left a permanent imprint on people's magic. But Lucario had said that Harry had changed him, and his magic seemed to be linked with his own somehow. So it was true? Had he some how changed this person into what he was seeing now?

Suddenly feeling a little faint, Harry leaned back against the solid warmth behind him.

He had done this. Couldn't he ever catch a break?, and some how royally found him self screwed, lost who-knows-where, while his magic ran amok and utterly changed some hapless sentient creature bystander (and a species that he had never seen before).

"Well," Harry said finally, "sorry to indispose you, but I think I am going to pass out now."

with that said, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-Fates-Plaything, promptly did just that, leaving a rather confused once pokémon wondering what to do now.

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Next chapter we will see another pokémon added and some other things. Bear with me as my beta and I are just starting on a difficult crossover genre. Review (I loves my reviews!) and let me know what you think of the story. Any questions are good too :)

Now I have to go and work on Master of Death, please send lots of thanks and love to aliengirlguy for working her magic on this story :)

Thanks for reading

Phoenix