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"Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the Earth; without rain, there would be no life." -John Updike

He had no clue how he had gotten into this situation.

Well, that wasn't really true, he knew how it happened, it just didn't really make sense to him.

He had been in Canalave City for the first time, the day after getting his badge (which was nearly impossible, thank you very much. Stupid Steel types…), anyway, he had gone to the library to read when he had found something on Cresselia and Darkrai. Deciding to check their islands out, he had hired a sailor to take him.

That's when things went downhill.

Canalave and its surrounding islands were well known for their unpredictable weather. Harry and the sailor he had hired had the misfortune of experiencing it first-hand. A storm had brewed swiftly, too fast to turn back before it overtook them. As he had been heading down into the hold (where his things, including Pokéballs and the Pokémon inside, were), a large wave had crashed into the boat, sending Harry overboard.

And then things got crazy.

He had blacked out, and when he had come to, he had been lying on a beach, half in the water, with a Tentacool standing guard over him. It was pretty obvious to Harry that the Tentacool had saved him, and even after he had thanked it, it didn't leave.

After looking around a little, he found a few things out.

One: The beach he had landed on had no signs of people.

Two: The Tentacool appeared to live here; it had its own little cove and everything.

Three: There was thick forest that was probably filled with Pokémon on the island.

Four: He was stuck on a, probably, deserted island with none of his Pokémon.

He was screwed.

"Ugh." Harry groaned, flopping down onto the sand. "I have no clue what to do now, besides go into the forest, which is suicide without a Pokémon."

"Ten…" The Tentacool murmured, before swimming to a small stream that led into the ocean. "Tenta! Tentacool!"

Sitting up, Harry looked at the Pokémon, confused for a moment, before it dawned on him what the Pokémon wanted.

"You want me to follow the stream?" He asked cautiously. The Tentacool seemed to nod enthusiastically. "What about the Pokémon?"

The Water/Poison type seemed to swell up for a moment.

"Tentacool!"

Tentacool's going to try and protect me? I don't know this Pokémon, but…

"Alright." Harry said, walking over to the stream. "I trust you."

And they began their trek into the woods.

It had probably been a half an hour since they entered the woods, and Harry hadn't seen anything.

The good news; no wild Pokémon. The bad news; no people either.

He sighed for what felt like the millionth time since he woke up, and fought the urge to smack his head against a tree. (Minn said it knocked out brain cells and he didn't "Have enough to lose." He was pretty sure she was joking.)

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice an Ariados up in a tree, watching him. It tensed, about to strike…

When a blast of water struck it, knocking it out of the tree, and consciousness.

"Wha-!" Harry gasped, spinning around to look at the bug, before turning to Tentacool. "…Thanks. It's a good thing you're around, you know?"

Tentacool gave a sort of grin, before urging him forward, to a bend in the river.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." Harry said, laughing a little. When he broke through the trees into a clearing, he forgot to breathe for a second.

A house. A small, brick house standing near an even smaller dock. But it was a house.

"Oh thank Arceus." Harry breathed. "And thank you Tentacool."

"Ten!" Tentacool cried, looking proud.

Harry went to the front door of the house, while Tentacool floated cheerfully in the ocean (apparently the stream went straight through the island to the sea on both sides). Knocking Harry prayed that someone was home.

For a minute, nothing. Then, the door opened.

"Oh this is a surprise." An elderly hiker said. "I never get visitors. Well, what do ya need?"

"I fell overboard when I was on a ship to Newmoon Island." Harry answered. "Do you have a phone I can use, please?"

"Sure kiddo, c'mon in. You know the number, right? I'm Mikael by the way." The hiker asked, stepping back from the door.

"Yes, thank you." Harry answered, relieved.

A phone call later, Harry was sitting on Mikael's couch, waiting for the ship that would pick him up.

"Hey Mikael? Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked.

"Technically you just did, but go ahead." The hiker laughed.

"Why did you move all the way out here?"

"Ah, my wife wasn't very good with people, so we moved out here. I decided to stay even after she passed away about a year ago." Mikael told him.

"Sorry…" Harry began, Mikael just waved him away with a kind smile.

"No, it's fine. Death's only another adventure after all. I'll see her again eventually."

Harry had just said goodbye to Mikael and was about to board the ship when something grabbed ahold of his leg.

"Tenta!" Tentacool cried, its tentacle wrapped around his leg.

"What?" Harry muttered, trying to pull away.

"I think Tentacool wants to go with ya, Harry." Mikael laughed.

"Ten!" Tentacool agreed, letting go and floating close to the ship.

The sailor handed Harry his bag. Digging through it, Harry pulled out a Net Ball, which he threw at Tentacool.

It didn't even attempt to break free, and Harry left that little island with a wave towards Mikael, and a new family member.

The moment Harry stepped off the boat onto the dock at Canalave, he found Minn and Sol standing in front of them, both looking extremely worried.

"Harry!" Sol cried in relief. "You're okay!" She grabbed him in a tight hug, and Harry was pretty sure he would have suffocated if Minn hadn't pulled him away into a much looser hug of her own.

"Do you know how worried we were?" She asked after she let him go, frowning disapprovingly.

"Sorry Minn, but I didn't mean to fall overboard." Harry said.

"I know." Minn sighed. "But after putting up with Sol for so long…"

"It's okay, I understand." Harry told her.

Sol huffed in annoyance but didn't say anything.

It wasn't like it was untrue after all.

Three days later, and Harry woke up in the Canalave Pokémon Center.

Minn hadn't been able to stay long, she did have a ranch to run, but Sol had stuck around for awhile, and had taken him to Fullmoon and Newmoon Island with her. Sol had been disappointed to find Darkrai wasn't there however.

"He's a pretty cool Pokémon." She had told him. "You should've seen his face when I introduced him to poker. It's amazing how a Pokémon that doesn't have legs managed to kick my ass so badly." Harry had just laughed at her.

Turning over on his bed, Harry looked at the alarm clock and sighed.

"Sol's probably already left." He muttered to himself.

He lied there for a while longer, before groaning and heaving himself out of bed to start his day.

Finally stumbling down to the main lobby with Meki right behind him, he was waved over by Nurse Joy.

"Wazzup?" Harry slurred slightly. He really wasn't a morning person. At all.

"Sol left you a present before she left." Joy said, giggling at him.

Harry blinked in surprise.

"Really?" Nurse Joy nodded and handed him a small cardboard box and a letter.

After thanking her, Harry went outside and sat on a bench to read the letter.

Hey Harry! Sorry about not saying bye this morning, I know how you like to sleep in. Anyway, I heard from Minn about a Poison/Fighting Type that lived in the Great March (you know, in Pastoria?), well I went over there and caught one for you! Let him out, he's really looking forward to meeting you!

Love,

Sol Diaz

Harry grinned widely, letting out all of his Pokémon before ripping open the box, taking out the Safari Ball inside and releasing the Pokémon inside.

He found himself staring into the yellow eyes of a hunched over, frog-like Pokémon. Taking out his Pokédex, he pointed at the creature.

Croagunk; the Toxic Mouth Pokémon. Its cheeks hold poison sacs. By inflating them; it makes an eerie blubbering sound for intimidation. It tries to catch foes off guard to jab them with toxic fingers. It rarely fights fairly, but that is strictly to ensure survival.

After listening to the entry, Harry put up the machine and thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.

"What do you think about the name Oleander?" He questioned the newcomer.

"Croa…" The toad Pokémon drawled slowly. He nodded after a minute.

"Great! Now then, there is one thing we need to do." Harry said, a gleam in his eyes.

I don't like that look on his face. Nightshade muttered to Lilium and Henbane (the Tentacool), who nodded.

What is it little brother? Meki dared to ask.

"Training!" Harry announced grandly. "We haven't trained since we went to Iron Island, and that was before Henbane came along! Now let's go!"

He started to head out of Canalave, towards Route 218, his Pokémon following slowly.

What's so bad about training? The newly named Oleander suddenly asked.

Nothing really. Cerbera giggled. Papa's just a little fanatic about it. We think he got it from Auntie Sol. Oleander nodded in understanding.

Behind them, Nightshade looked over at Henbane, who was (somehow) walking on his tentacles.

How do you do that!? Nightshade asked.

Trade secret. Henbane said, giving a lopsided grin.

Nightshade rolled his eyes but smiled back.

And they all hurried after their trainer, who was waiting impatiently, ready to start training.

This is going to be hell. Meki sighed at Harry's expression. Everyone agreed.

Two new Pokémon! Next chapter is going to be the Gym Battle, and then an apology-for-so-late extra chapter. After that, Harry's eleventh birthday, and you know what that means!

I'm not sure about this chapter, but I hope you like it!

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