DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing but a small library's worth of books

AN: So I may have failed on my attempt for another chapter in a few weeks. On the brightside, it's not even been two months. See, progress.

Also, my boss sold the shop, so I got a new boss, who has no clue what he's doing, so I'm essentially running the business on my own, which means five to six days a week, waking up at 5 in the morning every day. Needless to say, I'm wrecked and writing has been hard. However, I've hit a good patch of inspiration, so let's see what you think of this.

Was just going to have the river scene, but then realised I promised to have more focus on Ninetails, so I compromised and did this little flashback from his point of view. Hope it helps clear up his clumsy entrance to his less than agreeable personality.

For everyone that isn't Harry anyway ;)

Read on and let me know what you guys think.

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

Ninetails watched in interest as the five humans wandered down the dusty path, noting how all of the older, and taller, males focused primarily and the smallest, and presumably youngest. The former fire Pokémon shifted against the bark of the tree, absently missing the thick coat of fur that would have protected him from the abrasive surface.

Though it had all happened in the blink of an eye, he still recognised the boy as the cause behind his sudden transformation. Such power in such a tiny package, though that was often the case in this world.

Though this was something new, something different.

Ninetails licked his lips, a smirk playing across his face. The boy was interesting to say the least, he could easily see what had drawn the other transformed Pokémon to him. The blond man lifted his head and breathed in deeply, taking in scents not perceivable to most other Pokémon.

Besides the usual smell of nature, dirt, trees and running water somewhere near by, there was also the scent of lightning and fire, unusually mixed with the smell of lavender. It was both like and unlike the smell of one of his curses, but on a completely different level of power.

His smirk grew into a fully fledged grin, toothy and rather intimidating.

It was decided then, there was no way he couldn't go and meet the teen now. Not without knowing who, or rather, what the boy actually was, and where this power came from. After so many years roaming this world, new experiences were in short supply.

And this one promised to be something extravagant.

Ninetails slipped from the branch, landing silently on the grass below. He brushed himself off, dislodging a few chunks of bark he'd taken with him when he fell. First impressions mattered, and above all else he wanted to make a good impression. How else to put the other men in their place than to outshine them all.

One thing he'd learned throughout his life is that it was both easier and more enjoyable to not have to share things with anyone else.

He was waiting to make his move, having planned it all out in his head when he heard a dull hissing noise behind him. Almost woodenly, the blond man turned to face the tree again, noting one of his feet was on a small nub that he'd taken for a seed.

Coming face to face with an irritated Ekans made him realise he'd landed on the tip of it's tail instead.

An honest mistake.

Honestly.

Spitting out a weak puff of flames directly into it's eyes, he turned and sprinted, sure that the snake Pokémon wouldn't follow him now that it knew he wasn't helpless prey like it might have expected.

Unfortunately, he hadn't paid enough attention to where he'd been running, and crashed directly through a bush, and out onto the road.

Once again he found himself face to face with something he'd rather not, at least not at the moment.

"Wait, don't hurt me!"

Adopt, adapt and improve.

Seeing them pause in gearing up for a fight, he took a deep breath and smoothed his hair back, determined to put his best foot forwards.

Time to show them all that Ninetails could be charming when he wanted to be.

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Harry let out a sigh of happiness as he slid into the lukewarm water of the river. Wherever he'd emerged from the veil, it was beautifully mild in comparison to Scotland, or even England. It was damn lucky for him, because he might have frozen to death on his first night otherwise.

The teen was just starting to relax when there was a soft splash nearby.

The wizard jolted to his feet, hand outstretched and a spell on his lips when he recognised Dragonair staring at him in confusion, caught in the middle of wading into the river.

They both paused for a moment, before Umbreon's cannonball into the water reminded Harry of where he was, and what he was in the middle of.

He yelped, and sat back down in the water, crossing his legs to cover himself up as best he could, face a brilliant scarlet.

Dragonair ignored the small wave of water lapping against his hips and walked on over to Harry, who just whimpered and slapped his hands over his eyes. He knew he should have tried harder to explain modesty to the former Pokémon.

The blue haired man settled down in the water beside the wizard, and carried on watching Ninetails' and Umbreon's furious splash war. Espeon was helping from a distance, somehow shielding the darker haired man from some of the larger waves. Lucario was nowhere to be seen, but that would surely change, sooner rather than later.

The man gave Harry a sidelong look, a little unsure why the red faced boy wouldn't turn to face him. Dragonair opened his mouth to ask, only for Umbreon to come splashing over, clearly aiming to tackle hug the wizard despite Ninetails' accusations of cowardice from behind him.

Harry glanced up to see the imminent assault and caught an eyeful of everything. He yelped and threw up his hands, catching Umbreon mid-air in a faintly glowing web of magic.

Everyone present froze, and the shock of whatever the hell he'd done caused Harry to lose control of the spell. Umbreon dropped like a rock, disappearing into the water for a moment before he struggled into a sitting position, spluttering and coughing up water.

The young wizard immediately felt guilty and moved to check on the drenched man, only for a sudden rush of water to carry Umbreon down stream into Ninetails' legs, causing him to fall over with a shout. Espeon just watched the entire debacle, hiding a maniacal grin behind his hand.

Lucario took to the opportunity to slide into the water beside Harry, noting how close Dragonair was on the boy's other side, and making sure to be equally close. The wizard had turned to look at him when he heard him moving into the river, only to flinch away at the sight of the older man's naked body.

Now, Harry had spent five years at boarding school, and obviously that involved a fair amount of casual nudity inside the dorm. But teenaged boys weren't exactly eager to parade their developing bodies around each other, so that kind of things was mostly limited to awkward moments in the bathroom, where neither party looked at each other.

He'd assumed that wouldn't be the case for the Quidditch team, but it was even more modest in that regard, with each player having their own locker and cubicle.

It was a mixed gender sport after all, and the wizarding world was no more eager than the muggles for unwed teenage pregnancy. Less so in fact.

So in the last three days, he'd seen more buttocks and . . . . . such, than he had in the last five years.

Harry ignored the idle thought that he hadn't seen such . . . . . developed . . . . . examples before either.

Traitorous blush riding his cheeks, the wizard pointedly gazed straight ahead, "I wish you lot would warn me when you're walking around like that."

The two older men shared a confused look over the boy's shoulders, but Dragonair was the first to put their shared question to words, "Like what, Harry?"

The boy rolled his eyes, blush slowly deepening, "Naked!" He hissed, regretting saying anything at all on the matter.

Again, another confused look. "Why is that important?" Lucario asked, "We don't exactly need protection from the environment at the moment, and I don't want to spend an hour drying them out after we leave the river." The navy haired man said it all so matter of factly, despite the fact that he had the least. Dragonair nodded wisely in support of the other man's response.

Harry struggled for a moment, not able to refute the point, "Well, clothes aren't just about protecting yourself from the environment, they're also about modesty."

Cue confused looks. Five confused looks.

The other three had wandered over to join them, now that the splash fight had come to a finish.

Ninetails spoke up, "I thought they were for decoration, like plumage." That caused the others to look thoughtful.

Harry, on his part, was vaguely surprised that the man knew such a word, and seriously, how in-depth was their knowledge of English anyway? From a cultural standpoint as well as a linguistical one.

"They can be." Harry said slowly, trying to decide on how best to explain the issue.

A sudden notion seized him, and he struggled against the urge to throw himself into the current and drown himself there and then.

"What do you know about . . . . . sex?"

The utterly mystified looks said it all. He was going to have to give them.

The Talk.

DON'T MIND ME I'M A LINE BREAK

And that's a wrap. I decided that I would be cruel and evil and malicious and leave it on that wonderful cliff hanger.

It also gives me time to write it all up as a big chapter, filled with horrific embarassment for Harry, and funtime learning for his handsome harem.

Woo.

Fingers crossed

Also, here are the character profiles again, with Ninetails as well.

Lucario = The protector, the oldest looking 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, third 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 but not as much as the older Ninetails.

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.

Ninetails = The proud one. The oldest in chronological age, and the most experienced as a result. Never had a trainer, but has drifted around human cities from time to time. Acts haughtier than he actually is to put the others off guard, but still likes to needle them just to get a reaction. A bit vain, and definitely doesn't want to share Harry's attention. However, is a plotter, and willing to be patient to put his plans into effect. He is not the luckiest when it comes to those plans though.