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AN: So, it's been a while . . . . . . . Time might have slipped away from me . . . . . . In my defence, uni is draining, and I've been working as well, so romantic writing hasn't been the easiest. There were a lot of false starts with this chapter, but I think I've got my groove back a little.

However, in other news, I've just submitted my last assignment for my Arts degree, so I wanted to plough through this so you guys could have something. This is a shortish chapter, but I really needed to get back into the feel for this story. That being said, I really need everyone's help. If you could leave a review with suggestions for what other Pokémon you'd like to have been transformed, that would be great, because I've lost all my old ideas for which ones I was going to have. Also, how big do people want the harem? Because I could leave it as it is now, or I can add to it. Either way is fine by me.

But let me know what you think, leave a review please.

Now, enjoy.

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Harry didn't think the blush was ever going to leave his face, even the back of his neck was still feeling warm. The poor embarrassed wizard was covering his mouth with one hand, glancing over into the forest, deliberately avoiding the eyes of the four males before him.

Lucario and Umbreon were practically head to head, both growling at the other. Fortunately Espeon and Dragonair were behaving, although Harry might have preferred it if they were arguing too at this point.

The psychic was sitting beside Harry, nibbling on one of the surviving berries. The dragon on the other hand, was wrapped around the wizard from behind, head resting on Harry's shoulder. The shorter male had been pulled onto the former Pokémon's lap, and no amount of struggling had gotten him free.

Hence the current flush. Although Espeon had no small contribution to that . . . . . . .

Harry crossed his arms grumpily, although given the size difference between Dragonair and him, it made him look like a pouting child. Actually, that gave him an idea . . . . . . .

"Let me up! I need to pee!"

Suddenly he was released, and he scrambled to his feet, bursting into laughter as he stood up straight. "I'm sorry Dragonair, I was just kidding." He turned to face the two men sitting down, only to be faced with a pitiful looking pout from his former jailer and a wicked grin from Espeon. The other two had finally stopped arguing, and made their way over.

"Stop harassing Harry you two." Lucario frowned, hands clenching as he stopped behind the boy. Umbreon walked over to sit by his purple haired companion instead. The black haired man grabbed Espeon's wrist, dragging it to his mouth to take a bite of the berry the purple haired boy had been eating, chewing loudly on the soft flesh.

Harry blushed again at the sight of the two, a strange feeling forming in his gut, warmth flooding up through his chest. The two of them looked very comfortable with eachother, almost like some of the couples Harry had seen around the Gryffindor Common Room. He turned his head away sharply, clearing his throat, "Umm, alright then . . . ." He struggled for a topic before it suddenly occurred to him.

"Where are we going?"

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"Are we there yet?"

Harry fought down the urge to silence Umbreon. It was getting difficult to come up with reasons not to at this point.

"Are we there yet?"

After all, it'd be good for them all. Harry's headache might go away, Lucario might stop looking like he would murder the younger looking man, and Umbreon would get to live.

See, upsides all round.

"Are we there yet?"

Just as Harry spun around, spell on his lips, there was a mighty splash as Dragonair blasted the annoyance into a bush, water surging forth from his hands. "Shut up, or we'll leave you behind!"

Umbreon crawled out of the bush a second later, spluttering with his hair drooping around his face. There were a few tears in his simple tunic, and his shorts were split. Harry sighed before conjuring a new pair for the man and sending him off to get changed. Though he wasn't skilled enough to make a zip, or even buttons, it was easy to make them large enough to fit over Umbreon's head, though it meant it was baggy on the relatively slender man. Unfortunately cotton was all he could conjure, so he couldn't make anything stretchier, but better fitting over all.

The teen wizard blushed again, that might be for the best actually. Aside from his fellow Quidditch players, wizards didn't put much stock in personal fitness, and though most of them were in average shape from so much wandering around the castle, most were little . . . . padded from the hearty English food served for each and every meal.

Of course, he thought with a scowl, he was lucky to be able to maintain something close to a healthy weight after all his time spent with the Dursleys, where the labour was hard and the food meagre at best, presuming he was given any at all for the day.

Trying to to put it out of his mind, Harry turned to Lucario, "So what's the name of this town we're going to?"

The older man hesitated, "I'm not too sure myself, I'm from the region humans call 'Sinnoh', so this is all very new for me."

Harry perked up a little, "Sinnoh region? You mentioned we were in the Kanto region before. Are they far apart?"

Lucario took a moment to answer, forehead crinkled up in thought. "It was many days travel through the mountains, though I wasn't keeping track." He shrugged, "Time meant little before you transformed me."

The dark haired wizard winced, guilt lancing through his chest. He opened his mouth, although not sure what he was even going to say to the taller man.

Someone clapped him on the back, almost causing him to fall over in shock. Dragonair caught him, giving Umbreon a dirty look for his exuberance, but the dark Pokémon just shrugged it off with a careless grin.

Espeon took his chance to speak up, "Look, Harry, you shouldn't feel bad about what happened." He stretched his arms out wide, "Look at me. I'm still me, even if I've got a different body, and that's all that matters. Everything else will just work itself out."

Umbreon smiled proudly from beside him, while Lucario nodded, looking a little reluctant to be agreeing with the overly touchy feel man, but wholeheartedly supporting the sentiment. Harry felt a lump in his throat as he looked up at Dragonair, asking without words what he thought about it all.

The serpent like Pokémon just smiled and winked, pulling the teenager into a one armed hug, "If we blamed you in the slightest Harry, we wouldn't be here. I'm sure there are ways to go back to our former bodies, somewhere in the world. But, we're here to stay." His grinned widened, "After all, how are we going to go on an adventure if we don't stick together!"

Harry chuckled and scrubbed his eyes with his hands. It was strange, having such unconditional support. With Ron and Hermione and the rest, there was always the feeling that if he didn't live up to their expectations, or follow their rules, they wouldn't stay friends.

Just look how mercurial Ron's friendship was last year, and that hadn't even been Harry's fault!

Trying not to show his slightly red eyes, Harry looked down the road, just able to see the very tops of some buildings above the forest. If they kept up a good pace, they'd be able to reach the town before nightfall.

Hopefully they could find some accommodation, and if not, well, they'd just have to get creative.

Before he could suggest they start moving again, there was a harsh rustling sound from some large bushes over by the side of the road.

The former Pokémon reacted immediately, with Lucario stepping in front of Dragonair and Harry, and Espeon and Umbreon moving to either side of the wizard.

Harry held up his right hand, a spell on the tip of his tongue, ready for whatever was about to emerge from the foliage.

Suddenly, a human figure stumbled out of the bushes, almost tripping over it's own feet before coming to a stop a few meters away from the group.

Seeing them ready to attack, the figure threw it's hands up in the air, shouting, "Wait, don't hurt me!"

Harry felt the familiar aura of his magic around the figure.

Damn it, how many Pokémon had his magic transformed?!

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Alrighty, that's all I have for the moment, but now that uni is over, I should have more time to write. I'll be updating all of my stories, if possible. Master of Death is the one I'm struggling with the most, so we'll just have to wait and see how that goes.

Anywho, review and let me know what you think. And in the meantime, have some mini-summaries I wrote up to keep the characters straight in my head.

Lucario = The protector, the oldest of the harem, definitely the serious one. Actually the least knowledgeable about the world, never had a trainer and has only been in Kanto for a few weeks.

Dragonair = The caring one, second oldest of the harem, kind of easy going. Not afraid to take charge, but mostly when the others are getting on his nerve. Had one trainer, female, got released when she found Milotic, because it was 'pretty'. A tad bitter, and it's left him a little clingy over Harry. Has seen the most of the world out of the harem, even over Umbreon and Espeon.

Umbreon = The trouble maker, third oldest of the harem, prankster. Loves stirring up Lucario and Dragonair, very affectionate with Harry and Espeon. Kinda similar to how the Weasley Twins could be, but a little bit more malicious. Slow to anger, but when if someone pushes him too far . . . .

Espeon = The calm one, surprisingly younger than Umbreon, nothing really ruffles his feathers. Tolerant of Dragonair and Lucario, affectionate with Umbreon and veeeery doting on Harry. Not afraid to make a move, as we've all seen. He and Umbreon had the same trainer, but were let go because their trainer wanted Jolteon and Flareon, wasn't aware that Eevee could level up from happiness before he could find the proper evolution stones. The two of them have the most experience in battle, though aren't as widely travelled as Dragonair.