DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

AN: Ummmm, is there anything I can actually say? I've been slack pretty much. And this isn't really a big important chapter, it's more of a stop-gap filler, sorry. But the next one will be larger, with the introduction of two more Pokémon :) Yays, it won't take as long for the next chapter to be done, I promise :)

Sadly, aliengirlguy was unavailable to beta this chapter, but she's very busy, so lets all give her credit for being able to put in as much time as she has to improving this story :)

black. k. kat was kind enough to beta this chapter, so a thunderous round of applause is due :)

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

Whenever I wake up
I'm lost and always afraid
It's never the same place
I close my eyes to escape
The walls around me

And I drift away
Inside the silence
Overtakes the Pain
In my dreams

I feel Immortal
I am not scared
No, I am not scared
I feel immortal
When I am there
When I am there

~I Feel Immortal, Tarja Turunen

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

Dragonair broke the tense silence, "Anyone know how to light a fire?" he asked, nodding at the two fishes Lucario was holding.

Harry looked at them suspiciously, wondering if they were a sort of Pokémon, but they looked normal enough. The wizard sighed. "I can light a fire, but I need some wood. But, are those . . ." He trailed off, not quite knowing what to say next.

Dragonair shook his head, knowing what he was trying to ask. "No, these are normal fish; they're everywhere in the water. No one eats water Pokémon. It's not done."

Harry relaxed, nodded, and started to gather small twigs and branches to use for firewood. He could light the fire, but keeping it going with magic was a waste when there was fuel for it everywhere around them.

Lucario looked at Dragonair, a little bit smug. "I didn't catch enough fish for you, Dragonair." He didn't know why, but the idea of being the one to provide for Harry, coupled with the idea of Dragonair having to go and catch his own meal and leaving him and the boy alone . . . well, it was immensely satisfying.

Dragonair smiled back at him, a knowing look in his eyes that caused a shiver to run up Lucario' spine, and opened his mouth to say something when Harry interrupted. "Oh, well, Dragonair can share with me then if there's not enough." They both turned to look at the human boy, holding an armful of twigs and sticks.

Lucario frowned on the inside, but nodded to the black-haired boy. Dragonair gave him a smug look and walked over to take the kindling from Harry's arms. "If that's ok with you, Harry?"

Harry smiled. "Sure. I think I saw some berries somewhere over there?" He tried to gesture backwards with his head, but stopped when it made him start lose his balance.

Dragonair quickly stepped over and took the kindling from the smaller boy's arms, grinning at the thankful smile that Harry gave him. The black-haired wizard turned around and started to hunt for the berries, missing the heated glares that Dragonair and Lucario traded.

It was a tense silence until Harry returned with two handfuls of deep blue berries. Lucario stepped over and took them, examining them to make sure that they weren't poisonous or disgusting. Luckily, Harry had picked a bunch of Oran berries, so they were safe to eat.

Harry looked up at him, and Lucario had to fight not to simply drop the berries and enfold the boy in another hug. The wizard caused a strange sensation in his gut, and the knowing looks that Dragonair was sending him told the former Pokémon that the blue-haired man either knew what he was feeling or was feeling the same thing himself.

Frustrating. Maybe it would have been better to have had a trainer and therefore more exposure to the human world and the humans' strange behaviour.

Harry quickly stacked the fire wood into a neat pile, then used half of it to form a crude little pile that he ignited with a quiet spell. The wood burst into flames and Harry turned to Dragonair. "How are we going to cook the fish?"

The former Pokémon froze. "Uhhhh . . . ."

Harry sighed. "Lucario?"

The navy-haired man blushed slightly. "I've never had cooked food before, I wouldn't know where to start."

Harry shook his head. "Alright, alright. Hmmm . . . ." He picked up one of the fish, and turned it over several times. He'd prepared fish for the Dursleys several times, but he'd had the right tools back then, and a cookbook with instructions.

The black-haired wizard tapped his chin with his finger, then smiled as an idea hit him. He whispered a spell, and slowly released it through his finger as he drew a line down the fishes stomach. There was a glowing purple line left behind by his finger, and a few seconds later, the fishes stomach split open, it's insides spilling onto the grass. Harry dragged his spare hand down the fishes side, and then the other, and whispered another spell, which caused the fishes scales to fall of in a sparkling shower.

Harry blinked and looked sheepishly at the waste on the ground and then to the two other men. "Sorry, I didn't think that quite through."

Dragonair just ruffled his hair and took the fish off of him, skewering it with a thin stick. "That's alright. Would it be ok if you did the other one?"

Harry nodded, absently vanishing the fish guts piled at his feet. He picked up the other fish and quickly gutted and de-scaled it, vanishing the waste quickly afterwards. Lucario took the fish this time, and a little clumsily, copied Dragonair and skewered it with a stick and held it over the small fire.

Harry picked up one of the berries and took a hesitant nibble. A sweet flavour rolled across his tongue, and he smiled brightly before taking another bite. The Dursleys would sooner bite their own tongues off before allowing their 'freak' of a nephew to have anything even remotely resembling chocolate or lollies, so Harry had always enjoyed any opportunity to eat something sweet.

They sat there in comfortable silence, the only noise in the clearing being the crackling of the fire. Harry ate a few more berries before holding one out for each of the former Pokémon. "Here, have one." He smiled at them watched as they took the berries, "I think the fish are almost done."

Dragonair took his fish off the fire and sniffed it, while Lucario simply shrugged. He'd never had cooked food before, so he didn't know if it was ready for eating or not. The purple-eyed man agreed with Harry, and they laid the fish across a brass plate that Harry conjured. It was a little warped in places, but it would do for the moment.

They didn't talk much as they ate, with Harry lost in his thoughts. Both of the larger men watched him ate their own food, with both of the newly created humans giving each other agitated looks. Neither of them were quite used to their new bodies, and apparently new feelings.

It seemed to be a human thing, though, because Dragonair had never had a warm rush in his stomach whenever he looked at someone, like what happened when he first laid eyes on Harry.

Lucario had barely spent any time around other Pokémon, let alone humans, and the dark-blue-haired man was wondering if all humans inspired this bubbly, hopeful feeling inside him, or if it was just this one.

Harry wondered about home. Had everyone made it out of the Ministry? The teen started to become more and more depressed as he considered his situation. He might never be able to make his way home, and even if he could, what about the Pokémon that his magic had changed? They would probably never understand why they had changed, or how to change back.

Harry raised his head, determination blooming in his eyes. That settled it.

He would look for a way home, but even if he found one, he wouldn't use it until he'd found each and every one of the changed Pokémon. This was his fault, and he would fix it, even if it took him the rest of his life to do so.

After all, it's not like they needed him to defeat Voldemort.

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

On an island, far out to sea, Mewtwo gazed over the whirling cloud of movement in front of him. He looked without really seeing, mind preoccupied with guiding the thousands of chunks of metal and wood, the vague form of a vast building slowly being created.

In a small corner of his mind, he registered several faint pulses of the same power that had surged across the ocean. The cloned Pokémon stretched his mind out, the floating construction materials coming to a halt as his attention moved else where. But no matter how hard Mewtwo searched, he couldn't find the origin of that power.

He narrowed his eyes, and the wood and metal began moving again, faster than before as his irritation began to overtake his concentration.

The psychic Pokémon had spent too long not knowing anything about himself, or the outside world, and he intended to change that. Mewtwo closed his eyes as his full focus returned to the construction, as content as was possible for the apathetic being.

Whoever or whatever this mysterious power was, it wasn't going to remain unknown to him for long, that he could promise himself.

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

I'm sooooooorry, I didn't think it would take this long to write and then I lost track of time, please let me know what you think.