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Stallion6 requested me to list all of Harry's Pokémon to make things easier, so I'm going to do that on this chapter, but in the following chapters only the Pokémon that make an appearance in the chapter will be listed here.

Meki (Seviper)- Brave nature. Highly curious.

Lilium (Nidoqueen)- Naughty nature. Highly persistent.

Nightshade (Gengar)- Quirky nature. Thoroughly cunning. Moves: Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Hyper Beam, Focus Blast.

Cerbera (Venomoth)- Naïve nature. Mischievous.

Henbane (Tentacruel)- Mild nature. Proud of its power.

Oleander (Toxicroak)- Serious nature. Often dozes off.

Hope it helps!

Important Information About the Poll!

I have closed the poll, and the result is a female Gym Leader/Elite Four/Champion, but only two people have sent me messages which. So please, send me messages for the one you want, even if you didn't vote, or voted for someone else. I'm planning on adding hints of romance with Hermione and Ginny, but nothing serious. Thank you!

By the way, the two I've gotten are Cynthia (I'm kinda worried about the age gap on that one…), and a young Flannery (Steven's going to have to be his own age though, so that might be a problem…). Oh well, I'll figure it out! Maybe.

Thoughts/Previous Chapter/Letters

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"All adventures, especially into new territory, are scary." –Sally Ride

Last Time…

They were all cheerfully conversing amongst themselves, when a bright light blinded them.

The moment they could all see again, Meki and the Blaziken Vulcan leapt in front of their Trainers, and Leaf lumbered to his feet.

Because, standing in the middle of the yard, there were two people wearing the oddest clothes Harry had ever seen, that had definitely not been there before.

One of them, an old man with an insanely long beard, smiled at them, blue eyes twinkling.

"Excuse me for interrupting." He said politely. "But is a Mr. Harry Potter here?"

"That would be me." Harry finally said after a tense silence.

The old man's eyes shone happily down at him.

"Harry my boy!" He cried. "I haven't seen you since you were just a baby!"

Harry's heart seemed to stop, his suspicions confirmed. Even after all these, happy, amazing years, he still hadn't forgotten the world he came from, or the Pokémon that had rescued him.

"Who are you?" Minn demanded shortly. "And why are you here?"

"Ah! My apologies! I am Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The man, Albus, said. "And this is Minerva McGonagall, our Transfiguration teacher."

He received blank stares from everyone (except Minerva, who just sighed), Pokémon included.

What'd he say? Cerbera asked.

Dunno. Oleander croaked back.

This guy's insane. Nightshade noted humorously, Lilium agreeing.

Ignoring the creatures, Dumbledore continued to speak.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so why don't we-" He took a step forward only to be faced with Meki, who reared up onto his tail and snapped his fangs angrily.

Leave my little brother alone! The Seviper hissed dangerously, only for Harry to pull him down into a hug.

"Calm down Meki!" He cried, tightening his grip.

Slowly lowering himself back down, Meki coiled himself around Harry protectively, glaring at the Headmaster and teacher.

Minn cleared her throat loudly, and gave a pointed look towards the 'guests'.

"Please take a seat and explain to us why you are here." She said in her no-nonsense tone that she generally reserved for Sol.

Everyone did as instructed, Dumbledore and McGonagall sitting in the chairs at the table, while Harry sat on the ground, his Pokémon crowding around him with Meki refusing to let go.

And the explanation began.

Maybe half an hour later, Harry couldn't think straight.

His parents, his real parents, had been a witch and wizard? And they'd been killed by an evil wizard during a war? And these people wanted to go to a magic school back in their dimension?

Harry's mind refused to turn to his part in the story; it just made his scrambled thoughts worse.

Thankfully, Minn noticed his predicament.

"Harry." She said softly. "Why don't you go into the house and think for awhile?"

Sol looked like she wanted to protest, but looking at Harry bit her lip and agreed quietly, voice strained.

Nodded silently, the black haired boy gently detangled himself from Meki and went inside, his Pokémon following faithfully.

Without even realizing it, Harry found himself in the library, his favorite place.

Sinking to the floor, Harry put his face in his hands.

"I don't know what to do." He groaned.

You'll do whatever you think is right. Meki said. And we will be beside you all the way.

"Thank you…" Harry smiled thinly. "All of you."

Outside, the atmosphere was strained.

Minn was resting her chin on her hands, eyes closed, and taking deep breaths, like she was trying to calm herself.

Sol, however, was making no such attempts, and seemed to be trying to drill holes into Dumbledore and McGonagall with her glare.

The professors were understandably uncomfortable.

Finally, Minn opened her cold blue eyes and spoke.

"You want Harry to go to your school." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, we believe it is for the best for everyone involved." Dumbledore replied.

"And if we refuse to agree?" Sol's voice was harder than diamond. McGonagall sniffed disapprovingly.

"I'm afraid you have no choice." She said matter-of-factly, not noticing Dumbledore's attempts to quiet her. "The Dursleys still have custody over Harry-"

"Incorrect." Minn snarled. "A friend of mine was kind enough to listen to, and believe, Harry's story and managed to input him into the Sinnoh registry and give me guardianship."

"B-But-!" McGonagall spluttered, only to be interrupted again by Minn.

"When you in our dimension, and our home, you will obey our rules. Remember that." She said icily.

Dumbledore sighed.

"What you say is true, but I do believe it is best Harry comes to Hogwarts." He said. "Young wizards' magic is very subject to their emotions in the beginning, and if young Harry loses his temper there can be major consequences."

"Harry's never done anything like that though." Sol disagreed.

"Which goes to show how well you have been taking care of him." Dumbledore told her. "But he is nearing his teenage years, and you must know how that affects young people's temperament."

Minn nodded slowly.

"That's true." She murmured. Sol looked shocked and horrified.

"You can't be serious!" Sol yelped. "You really want to send him to-!" Minn put up a hand to stop her.

"I am merely looking at the facts Sol. You remember how we acted at that age."

Sol sniffed.

"I wasn't that bad…" She grumbled.

"Maybe not in anger or moodiness maybe, but you were absolutely reckless and got too many scars to count." Minn scoffed. "And I practically lived in the library, and I scowled at anyone that talked to me."

"You do that now." Sol muttered to herself, before shutting up at Minn's glare.

Dumbledore hid a smile behind his hand, happy that Harry had found himself in such a warm home.

"If Harry does go to Hogwarts, then I assure you that you will be able to communicate with him, and he can come back for the holidays, as well as for summer vacation." He told the two.

He noted immediately that both of them seemed to relax at this.

"Please explain." It may have been his imagination, but Minn's voice didn't seem as cold as it had a moment ago.

But judging by Minerva's slightly relieved expression, she noticed it to.

After listening to Dumbledore, Sol and Minn were much more hospitable, and sent a tall 'Pokémon', named Vulcan to retrieve Harry.

The boy paid close attention, and seemed relieved with what he heard.

Letters could be sent by one of the Flying Pokémon on the ranch (Sol offered Heather for the job, but one look at the imposing Fearow had Dumbledore politely declining that choice).

Harry would be coming home for winter and summer break, and he found it was surprisingly easy to set up portals between dimensions with the right spells.

Finally, Harry got the answer to one of the most important questions of all.

"As long as your Pokémon behave themselves, they will be permitted to roam the school with you, and even attend classes as long as they don't cause a distraction." Dumbledore smiled.

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"So Harry?" Minn broke in. "Do you have an answer, or do you want to think longer?"

Looking at her and Sol's faces, Harry realized they already knew his answer, and while not exactly happy about it, they understood.

"I want to go." It was only four words, but Harry knew they would change his life.

Dumbledore was obviously overjoyed, but in a subdued way, knowing how hard this probably was.

He and the other professor (who Harry noticed was oddly quiet) left, saying that someone would be coming in a week to show them around Diagon Alley, where Harry would get his supplies.

And so it began.

*Seven Days Later, in the Leaky Cauldron*

Harry, Sol, and Minn found themselves once again in Professor McGonagall's presence, this time as a guide around Diagon Alley.

She had warned Harry about how much attention his scar would attract, and so he hid it carefully under his cap.

McGonagall led to into an empty yard behind the pub, and with a tap from her wand unto a brick wall, a gateway appeared.

Diagon Alley, while undoubtedly interesting, reminded Harry of a more cramped version of Slateport or Sunnyshore's bazaars.

People arguing and haggling, salespeople yelling out their wares, it brought back memories.

The stuff on sale was new though, and Harry made sure to remember where the Apothecary was.

The first stop was Gringotts, a wizarding bank.

Harry had only been to one bank before (most trainers kept their money with them, and only people with businesses like Minn used them), but the one he had visited was nowhere near as cool as this one, goblins or no goblins.

"We're here to access Mr. Potter's accounts." McGonagall said tersely. "I have his key here."

"I'd also like to see records of his account since his parents were still alive, as well as any information about his person that you have." Minn practically demanded.

The goblin behind the counter scrutinized her for a moment before nodding.

"Griphook!" He called behind him. "Hobblestone!"

Two more goblins appeared, and the first one barked at them in another language. After a moment they both nodded, and one disappeared into another room, while the apparently called Griphook led them to a cart.

By the time they got off, Harry and Sol were grinning, Minn was stoic as ever, and McGonagall looked a little green. Griphook seemed to find all of this amusing.

To say Harry was surprised about the amount of money in the account was perfectly accurate.

He gathered enough for his schoolbooks, and plenty extra for anything else he might want.

"So probably more books then." Sol laughed. Harry and Minn agreed.

Soon Hobblestone returned, along with a large pile of papers.

"This will probably take awhile…" Minn muttered. "Sol, why don't you take Harry to get some of his stuff?"

McGonagall protested for a moment, but Sol waved her off.

"We'll be fine, don't worry." She said dismissively.

Hobblestone showed them out, with Minn yelling at them as they left.

"Don't you dare go into the bookstore without me!"

Harry and Sol were still grinning as they stepped out of the bank.

"So… Do you want to go get your…" Sol squinted at the supplies list. "Robes?"

There was a pause.

"I am not wearing something that looks like a dress." Harry stated dully.

"We'll get it personalized." Sol assured him. "I have a plan, don't worry."

Shrugging, Harry followed her as she strode along.

Somehow they managed to get to the shop without getting too lost (Sol had a very good since of direction, but it didn't help much when they didn't even know where they were going).

As they stepped inside, a squat witch immediately tried to hurry Harry into the back to get 'fitted', but Sol stopped her and began to talk to her about customizing Harry's uniform.

As they argued, Harry noticed a boy his age coming out, probably wondering about the noise.

"Hello." The boy said. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Harry Potter."

The boy's eyes widened.

Back in Gringotts, Minn's eyes narrowed at the article she was reading in barely suppressed anger, Griphook watching her warily.

"Someone's going to pay for this." The blue haired woman growled lowly.

Bwahaha! I'm evil, I know. But I promise it won't take as long to update this time!

Sorry about the wait by the way, school and writer's block were strangling me. But it's Fall Break now, so hopefully I'll be able to update before it ends! (Is determined.)

I'll put up Minn's pairing poll soon, but I'm not going to put one up for Sol, I've already decided on one for her. =D

Thanks for reading, and please review!