Disclaimer: I own the Harry Potter books, and a surprisingly large amount of Pokémon games, but I own neither of the franchises.

AN: I'm SORRY!

It's been a drama filled few months, with one of my friends becoming bulimic because of fuckhead of a guy. Thankfully me and another friend managed to work through it with her, and she's stopped. No harm done. Plus my Grandpa went into a hospital a few weeks ago. He hasn't woken up since, probably won't wake up again and the tracheotomy that he had hasn't done anything to help him. Right now my parents are at a family meeting to discuss whether to pull the plug on his life support. Along with some other stuff I don't feel like mentioning, this has left me in a fairly depressed state this last month or two. I've written some other stuff, most prominently Dweller of the Deep, but that kind of story is darker than this and I wrote it all in a three day blitz when I was home alone.

So again, I'm really sorry that I haven't updated, though I love all of you for reviewing and not sending me any threatening PM's or reviews :) Everyone should be thanking aliengirlguy who's done an amazing job of editing this chapter and without her this wouldn't be anywhere as good as it is.

Aliengirlguy: great chap, as usual. I am waiting patiently for a little Lolita/goth poke-human to meander into the storyline. *grins*

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Beast within
under skin
I'm denying
what was before
exists no more
when beauty became the

Beast within

under skin
say goodbye to
that beauty
who once was me
when beauty became the beast

~Beast Within, Katra

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Lucario caught the boy as he slumped, gently laying him down on the ground. The former pokémon took a moment to examine the other human, making sure that the boy didn't have any injuries that he hadn't noticed before.

Once he was satisfied that the boy was only sleeping, Lucario sat back and considered his options. It had been almost half a day since he had been transformed, and it had been even longer than that since he had last eaten. The blue haired man could feel his stomach rumbling faintly, and by the looks of the other human, he hadn't had a lot of food recently. The boy was far to thin and although he had wiry muscles, the bumps of his ribs could be seen if one took the time to look.

Lucario gazed around himself and tried to remember what the surrounding area had been like. He was certain that there was a river nearby, but unfortunately, in this body his senses were dulled. His gaze swept his surroundings again, and he spotted a small patch of flowers on the far side of the clearing.

The former pokémon could vaguely remember stepping in a patch of flowers as he approached the boy, which meant he had come from that direction. The blue haired man rose to his feet, carrying the boy firmly in his arms. He was a little bit concerned over how light the other human was, maybe he was sick? It could certainly explain why he was sleeping so much and so suddenly.

It took over ten minutes of walking to reach the river, and Lucario sighed in relief when he saw it. He'd been worried that he had gone in the wrong direction.

He carefully placed the black haired boy down on the ground, leaning him against a tree close to the riverbank. The former pokémon stood and stared at the other boy for a moment, transfixed by the innocent aura the boy gave off while he was sleeping.

Eventually he shook it off and turned to the river, watching carefully as the clear water rushed past. It looked clear enough for drinking, but a little bit too fast to catch any fish from. He turned his head to the left, and then the right, searching for a calmer area.

He turned his head back to the boy, conflict flashing across his face. Lucario didn't want to leave the boy here, especially while he was asleep, but he needed to go and gather some food. Finally, the rumbling of his stomach won, and with a silent promise to be back soon, the former pokémon turned left and started to walk along the riverbank. He wished he could move faster, but without his tail, he was a little bit wary of his balance.

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Almost an hour after the navy blue haired man had moved out of sight, Harry began to drift back into the land of consciousness, somewhat embarrassed that he'd fainted.

His emerald green eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at the scenery around him in confusion.

He was pretty sure that there hadn't been a river anywhere near by when he . . . fainted.

One detail quickly became apparent over anything else. Where was Lucario?

Harry sat up straight, barely noticing the tree that he was leaned against. Did he somehow move while he was sleeping? Or did Lucario move him and then leave? There were too many possibilities.

The black haired teen was becoming worried. Although Lucario was a complete stranger, who Harry knew nothing about apart from the fact that he didn't use to be human, he was missing the naked man's company in this new world.

Harry's eyes widened as the thought fully registered.

New world.

How was he going to get back? What about his friends? What about Sirius, the and the Death Eaters?

The green eyed boy tried to take deep breathes, struggling against the panic that was beginning to overwhelm him. He shakily pulled himself to his feet and tottered to the river, falling to his knees at the waters edge.

Reaching down into the cool, clear water, Harry cupped his hands together and splashed water up onto his face. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of water splashing on his skin and trailing down his face. Focusing on an external sensation to calm your emotions was one of the basic steps of Occlumency, something that he'd had to learn out of book in the library. Stupid Snape.

Feeling a tug on his magic, Harry opened his eyes and looked down at the river. Staring back at him was a pair of soft violet eyes, watching him innocently. Harry jumped backwards, scrambling to his feet as he let out a yell of shock. Lying on his back in the water was a teenager, head tilted back in the water as he watched the strange human on the riverbank.

The black haired boy looked awfully familiar to the violet-eyed stranger.

The boy paddled over the riverbank and flipped over in the water, steadying himself as he dragged himself out of the river. Harry blushed as he watched water streaming off the boys bare skin. He clapped a hand over his eyes as they followed a water droplet as it traveled down the other boy's chest.

Had he some how ended up in a world where the word "clothes" was a foreign concept?

"W-who are you?" The black haired boy blushed even more as he stuttered, peeking through his fingers at the other boy.

The boy from the water was a little bit taller than Harry, probably no more than a few inches. He had blue hair, a few shades darker than the sky. Pure white streaks branched out from his temples, giving Harry the vaguest impression of small wings. The black haired boy was surprised by the deep purple color of the boys eyes.

Maybe strange eye colours were the norm here? Or . . .

Harry stretched out his magic, feeling out for the boy. Just like with Lucario, there was some of his own magic inside the other boy, as well as the silhouette of a strange creature. It was formed like a snake, but the shape of the head was different, having a set of tiny wings and a horn. There were three orb things on the creature, one just under the head and two on the tip of the tail.

Harry took a closer look at the boy in front of him. There was a strange blue circle tattoo at the base of the boy's neck, just above his collarbones. Guilt started to swell up in Harry's chest. How many of these creatures had he changed? Was there any way to fix them?

The other boy tilted his head, "I'm Dragonair," the stranger proclaimed, Dragonair narrowed his eyes slightly, "And you're the boy from the clearing, yes?"

Harry nodded miserably, "I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to-" He was cut of by a pair of arms being wrapped around him, and a warm wet body pressed against his.

"Don't be sad," the perfect stranger crooned.

Harry tensed, it seemed that these beings where also touchy feely as well, and forced himself to not react violently and eventually relaxed.

It felt nice to just be held, no expectations because of his name, no pressure or paranoia about a possible reporter waiting in the wings to plaster any hint of his private life on the front page.

He privately thought that Rita Skitter would perish from reporter ecstasy if she ever got wind of him being manhandled by two naked males in the space of a day.

"Don't feel bad, I actually like being human, it's very . . . different," Dragonair reassured the still uneasy teen.

Dragonair leant back and gave him a soft smile, and Harry couldn't help but give him a hesitant one in return.

Suddenly, Dragonair slumped to the ground, dragging Harry down into his lap. Ignoring the boy's protests, the former pokémon spoke softly into the boy's ear, "I was wondering if you could explain what happened."

Harry froze, wondering how he could explain magic to the newly created human. He was saved by a soft rustling noise. Both Dragonair and Harry turned to face the origin of the sound.

Standing several meters away at the riverbank was Lucario, a hint of a scowl on his face. Harry's blush increased and he struggled off Dragonair's lap and stood up, stepping a few steps away as the purple-eyed boy rose to his feet as well.

It was a tense moment as the two former pokémon stood and stared at each other, both of them with water dripping off of them. Harry had the strangest feeling that the two of them were sizing each other up, although the reason why was beyond him.

Finally, Harry decided enough was enough, "Lucario, um, this is Dragonair. Dragonair, meet Lucario." Sadly, Harry's attempt to diffuse the tension did nothing at all, and the black haired boy decided it would be better if he said nothing at all.

Lucario narrowed his eyes, "I see you were changed by the boy as well." The navy haired man couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why the presence of another transformed pokémon was so irritating, but he had the feeling that it was more about the position that he'd found Dragonair in with the human boy. The feeling of possessiveness when he looked at the black haired boy was more than a little disconcerting.

Lucario's irritation was eased a little when Dragonair raised his palms up in front of him, a sign of peace,

"Yes. And he was just about to tell me how he did that," the former water pokémon said. Momentary conflict put to rest for a second, both of them turned to face the nervous boy.

Harry looked up at them for a second, a hint of defiance entering his eyes, "Why should I tell you anything? I don't know who or what you are or why I'm here."

Lucario looked a little bit hurt by that statement, while Dragonair looked slightly amused, "You're the one who changed us into humans, and you owe us." The look in the boy's eyes made Dragonair feel slightly guilty, but he honestly did want the boy to trust him, though he was uncertain why really, and what better way to do that than get the boy introduce and explain himself?

Harry cringed, he really hoped that this didn't come back and bite him in the arse. To be fair though, there was no way that they hadn't been magical creatures, ones that he'd never seen before, before his magic had changed them.

He took a deep breath, "My name's Harry Potter, and I came from another world."

He was surprised when neither of the two men looked overly shocked. Lucario answered when he saw the human boy, no, Harry's surprise.

"Unknown is rumored to be able to break the barriers between worlds when a large number of them gather in one place," Lucario said finally, with Dragonair nodding in agreement.

Harry frowned, "Who's Unknown?"

Dragonair answered this time, "Not who, what. Unknown is a pokémon that forms around twenty-eight different symbols. They say that if enough Unknown gather in one spot, they can warp time and space."

Harry stared at the light blue haired boy, frowning slightly, "So your names aren't Dragonair and Lucario. That's your species?"

Both of the former pokémon nodded, and Lucario asked the question that was on both of their minds, "How did you change us? No ordinary human should have such an ability."

Harry looked down and gathered his courage, "Where I came from, there's a group of people that have an ability. We can use an energy called magic to basically . . . do anything we want, I guess. For example, there are people who can turn into cats, make objects float, or turn furniture into animals."

They both stared at him, amazed by the thought of humans being able to do all of that and more, "Can you show us?" Dragonair asked excitedly.

Harry's frowned, and he had to fight the urge to cry again, "No. That wooden stick that burned up when I came here, that was my wand. You can't do magic without one."

Lucario tilted his head slightly, "What about the markings on your arm? They were made by that glowing feather in your wand."

All three of them looked down at Harry's arms, examining the markings. The black haired wizard bit his lip and considered it. While the thought hadn't occurred to him in the brief moments he'd been awake, it seemed so impossible to do magic without a wand.

But . . . maybe his magic had freaked out when that spell of Bellatrix's hit him, and that's what burned his wand. Or maybe the spell broke his wand and his magic had created the tattoos to compensate. Magic was strange that way. And what about Voldemort? And Dumbledore? He was sure that they had done magic a couple of times without wands.

Harry racked his mind for a spell that he could show them, something that would prove his story. He could hear the tiny hints of doubt in their voices, even if it was carefully hidden.

Contrary to popular belief, Harry did actually read his textbooks. He just didn't go spouting off everything he learned. Doing that had earned him a few days in his cupboard without food more than once. After a while, he'd just stopped trying at school.

Better he learn on his own and do horribly at school, then go hungry for a few days for doing better than 'precious Diddums'. He'd planned on doing better at Hogwarts, but . . . with Ron being, well, Ron and Hermione and her know-it-all-ism, he hadn't really had the chance to strike out on his own. It didn't really matter now anyway, not unless he could find a way home.

Suddenly, the perfect spell came to mind. It would test out his new tattoos and deal with Lucario and Dragonair's . . . nakedness, if it worked.

"Induviae Genero." Harry whispered the words, trying to recreate the original feeling of the spell. His tattoos lit up, rainbow colors swirling chaotically as his magic flowed through them.

There was a faint shimmer around the two former pokémon, and hundreds of threads wavered into existence. Both of them were too stunned to react as the threads weaved and entwined around them, creating pants and a shirt for each of them.

Harry silently cheered as he stared at his hands, watching as the color drained from the tattoos. He'd barely used any magic doing that spell, which astounded him. When he'd first learned the Clothes Creation spell, he'd been able to feel the drain of the spell. But now . . . it was like the spell hadn't used any magic at all. Or maybe he just had too much magic to notice.

Harry's smile turned into a scowl, as the implications of what the Wizarding Worlds reaction would be when he returned. 'Great, just another thing to set me apart from everyone else,' he mentally groaned. Merlin, what he'd give for a normal life. The spell would wear off in about seven hours anyway, so he'd have to redo it.

The black haired wizard turned towards the two men, watching as they ooh'd and ahh'd at their clothes.

Dragonair smoothed his shirt down, obviously pleased with the garments, "I never thought I'd get to wear clothing, not with the tail, and the lack of arms and legs," he stated finally.

Lucario turned his head to look at him, "Is that what these are? Clothes?" He sounded the word out slightly slower than normal.

Dragonair turned to him with a smile, "Of course they are, Haven't you ever seen your trainer wearing them before?"

'Well, at least I don't have to worry about this being a nudist planet after all,' Harry mentally added in relief.

Lucario shook his head, "I've never had a trainer before."

Dragonair stared at him, more than a little surprised, and Harry gave up trying to work out what a 'trainer' was on his own, "What's a trainer?" Just having to ask reinforced the fact that this wasn't his world, and he'd probably never be able to get back to his own universe.

Trying to bring Harry out of his sudden funk, Lucario started to explain as Dragonair slung his arm around the smaller teen in a sort of half hug, shrugging of the navy blue haired man's small glare. He didn't even know why he was glaring at the former dragon pokémon, he just didn't want him touching his Harry.

"A pokémon trainer is a human that catches a pokémon in something called a pokéball, and then they are called out and used for battle," Dragonair explained airily.

Harry's expression turned horrified, "They make you fight each other? And stick you in a little ball? That's sick!"

Lucario and Dragonair looked puzzled for a second before they thought it through from Harry's point of view. Lucario nodded slowly, "I suppose it would look like that to you, and in some cases it is pretty harsh. But some trainers aren't that bad, are they?" He looked to Dragonair, and the light blue haired man looked pensive.

"I've only had one trainer, and she was nice. She let me out of my pokéball all the time to relax and play with her other pokémon. But after a year or two she decided she wanted a Milotic instead. So she released me." He shrugged, but Harry could still see the concealed hurt at being tossed away so easily.

Harry was shaking his head in disbelief, "That's wrong, seriously wrong."

Dragonair shrugged, "That's the way it's always been."

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Please review and tell me what you think :)

Also, just a note, nothing really sexual will be happening for a while. Why? The former pokémon have no idea what sex is, what the penis is or what it's for. So don't expect them to start going at it like rabbits. Plus neither of these two are the type to start something like that. We just need to wait for more of the Harem to come along :)

Also, I might not be picking the pokémon that's at the top of the poll. The pokémon that was most popular might not fit into the story properly, so please don't be upset if the pokémon you voted for doesn't get picked.

Thanks, enjoy, and review :)

Phoenix