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"Talk"
'Think'
"Telepathy"
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AN: I actually had this done about a month ago, but didn't post it because I didn't have time to even do the slightest bit of editing. BUT! Here it is, Chapter 8 all nice and pretty. I'll try not to take so long with the next update. xD. Thank you everyone who reviewed/Fav/followed. They made me feel loved! and Guilty, but mostly loved!
Chapter 8
Due to Harry getting back late, the group decided on a hurried breakfast before making their way back down to the Portkey site. Harry was pleased to note that Mr. Roberts looked alright, a bit dazed looking, and obviously confused if he thought it was Christmas, but alright all the same.
"He'll be fine," Mr. Weasley said quietly as they passed him, heading off into the moor. "Sometimes, when you put a lot of power behind a memory modification, it can make them a bit…erm…disoriented for awhile. Considering what they had to forget, it's only normal. He'll be right as rain in a couple of days."
The descended down a bit of a hill, stepping lightly on the dew covered grass and approached an area filled with other witches and wizards, their urgent voices echoing about and heckling Basil, who was looking decidedly flustered from around his Poncho. Mr. Weasley hurried into the crowd, leaving his children behind for a moment to have a quick conversation with Basil before joining the queue of other witches and wizards waiting for a Portkey back home. The sun was edging towards the later morning when they managed to snag an old tire back to Stoatshead Hill and the long walk back through Ottery St. Catchpole and up the damp lane towards the Burrow exhausted everyone.
By the time they reached home, Ron was grumbling about brunch, or lunch as he wasn't picky about either. A loud cry broke off the young man's hungry tirade as Mrs. Weasley, hair frazzled, came tearing out of the house, a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand.
"Oh Arthur! I've been so worried! They've said, well they said," She cut herself off and instead threw her arms around her husband, letting the prophet fall limp to the ground. Looking down, Harry saw the headline: Scenes of Terror at the Quidditch World Cup, complete with a twinkling black-and-white photograph of the dark mark hovering eerily over the tree tops. Being completely unconscious at the time of its appearance, Harry silently admitted that it was quite the sight, being both horrendously interesting and terrorizing to look at. He could only imagine what the actual thing had looked like, embezzled against the night sky. Harry glanced up only when Mrs. Weasley pried herself away from her husband to hug the twins tightly; regretting her yelling at them before they had left.
"Oh, come now Molly, we're alright," Mr. Weasley said soothingly, wrapping his arms around his wife and pulling her away from the twins. He turned her around and lead her back to the house, "Bill, if you would," He said softly, motioning towards the paper before he stepped into the house.
Crammed into the kitchen, Mr. Weasley set his wife into a chair and set about to make her a cup of tea, adding a generous amount of fire whiskey into it before sitting down himself to have a look at the paper. "Ah, I knew it," He muttered darkly, "Ministry mess-up…Dark wizards running unchecked… well, I suppose we should be thankful no one noticed Harry went missing, or was there at all," He mused lightly, wincing as Mrs. Weasley looked at him, a shocked expression on her face.
"HE went MISSING!" She shouted and it took another ten minutes and a hurried exclamation of Harry being just fine and simply stuck in the woods for her to calm down. Mr. Weasley poured her another cup and spiked it like the previous one.
Sighing heavily, Mr. Weasley mopped at his head with a handkerchief, before going back to look through the paper, his expression changing with each sentence read. "I'll have to go in Molly," He said after a moment, folding the prophet gently before slapping it down on the table. "This is going to take some smoothing over and the Ministry will need all the help it can get."
"Oh but Arthur," Molly said, her tone both pleading and relaxed. The spike tea was obviously doing her good if her emotions were a tad calmer, "You're on holiday! This hasn't got anything to do with your office; surely the Ministry can deal without you?"
"I read that article dear," Mr. Weasley stated, leaning over to kiss Molly gently on the cheek, "And I'm afraid something I said made things a bit worse. It's my duty to help out now. I'll just change into my robes and be off," He finished, sighing once more before hurrying off, Percy following him excitedly.
"Has there been any post?" Harry asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. It was strange, just sitting in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley. He wasn't fond of silence overly much.
"Oh, what? No dear, no post today," Molly replied lightly, her eyes on her tea.
"Oh," he replied lightly, blinking as his friends gave him strange looks. "Shall we head up then? To Ron's room?"
"Alright, yeah. I should probably dump my stuff up there anyway, before mum yells at me about it sitting around in the kitchen," Ron mused as he grabbed his stuff, Harry and Hermione doing much the same before all three marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"So, are you alright Harry? You've been acting a bit…odd, I guess," Hermione questioned as she sat on the nearest bed, her fingers primly straightening the orange bedspread. Harry took his time in answering, setting his stuff down and taking a seat before turning to her and Ron.
"Yeah, m'fine, why do you ask?" He replied, tilting his head. He watched with mild amusement as Hermione stared at the red streak, lips pursed thinly. She didn't think much of it, he could tell.
"You were gone all night in the woods with some strange woman and then that Dark Mark and everything. You haven't…sensed anything right? And who was she?" Hermione asked and Harry quickly cut her off before she could go on asking more questions.
"I'm fine Hermione," Harry replied easily, a small smile gracing his lips. "Really and truly. I fell down an embankment and knocked myself silly on a tree. That strange woman as you said, found me and stayed with me until I woke up later that morning. She was fine and I'm not quite sure who she is, to be honest. Just a witch I guess. Said her name was Caramin."
Ron snorted, "Bit of a strange name there, ain't it?"
"Ron! Don't be rude. Besides, it's a perfectly acceptable name. Ronald can be seen as a bit strange in other countries too, you know," She said, giving him a bit of a glare. The poor red-head simply held up his hands in defense and gave a slight smile.
"Just saying, but man Harry, you missed quite the night out there. When we lost track of you we ran into Malfoy, who was being a git as usual, and then the dark mark appeared right over our heads! It was crazy!" Ron stated, almost beaming as he continued on, describing the events that had happened while Harry was away from them. Hermione interjected on occasion, setting facts straight and keeping Ron from embellishing the tale too much.
"I just can't believe that Crouch would sack his house elf like that though," Hermione said, scowling, "She did absolutely nothing wrong! She simply found the wand."
Ron sighed and rolled his eyes a bit, "Anyway, why'd you ask for Hedwig, Harry? I admit I haven't seen her since you got here. Expecting a letter from Sir…er…Snuffles?" He asked.
"Oh! Did anything important happen? Did your scar hurt or…or something bad?" Hermione asked, looking nervous.
Harry laughed and shook his head, "No! Nothing like that. He just sent me a letter with this giant tropical bird and I didn't get to send him a reply with it. So I sent one with Hedwig. I was just curious about her being back or not."
"Well, if it was with a tropical bird, he's probably not gonna be close by, now is he? It'll probably take awhile until Hedwig returns," Hermione said with a shrug.
"Yeah, I know…" Harry replied with a sigh as he glanced out of the window. "I just miss her is all. Feel kinda of bad working her so hard."
"Ah, heck. Come on Harry, let's go have a game of Quidditch in the orchard, yeah? Get your mind off these things," Ron suggested with a grin as he stood up, dusting off his pants. "We can get a game of three-on-three going with Charlie and Bill here, and the twins. It'll be fun."
"Oh honestly Ronald. We just got back from a Quidditch game, maybe he wants to rest a bit!" Hermione said.
"Nah, Quidditch sounds fun. I'll get my firebolt," Harry said as he went to his trunk.
Hermione left the room, muttering something that sounded an awful lot like, "boy's".
Later that evening, Harry lay in bed listening to the twins and Ron snore. He was tired, but without the constant distraction of Quidditch, pranks or talking with someone, his mind was whirling around at a hundred miles an hour. Being an Animagus, he had never thought it would bring about such a huge change like it did. A whole slew of creatures he hadn't seen before, that no one had seen before, and it was his luck that he was one of these 'rare' creatures too.
Sighing, he rolled over onto his side and jammed a hand under his pillow, hoping to get comfortable enough for sleep. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to clear his head and at least doze, but couldn't. 'Maybe a walk will help?' he thought lightly as he sighed softly in frustration and slid out of bed. He grabbed his shoes and jammed them on his feet, before donning a jacket and slipping easily out of the room. It was apparent that sleeping deeply was a Weasley trait, one probably cultured due to the loud ghoul in the attic, because no one even shifted when he left the room.
Down the twisting staircase and a slight pause in the kitchen to grab an apple, then Harry was outside into the cool night. The stars above, so far away from any light pollution, twinkled merrily at him and Harry wondered, quite possibly for the first time, if the stars he looked at now were the same ones that the Pokémon he learned about saw. 'But that was eons and eons ago and it's possible that they're different now. These stars could be completely new to the Pokémon, compared to what they used to see,' Harry thought with a sigh as he followed the garden path.
He continued down the path, looking for an out of the way place to have a bit of a seat at and rest. The apple in his hand was cool, but a comforting weight that he tossed up into the air from time to time. Up and down it would go, the shiny red surface glinting darkly in the speckled starlight before slapping back down into his hand with a soft 'smack'. Rounding a bend in the path, Harry let the apple fly overhead…and blinked as he didn't feel it resound upon his palm. Not even a soft thump from it hitting the ground either.
He looked at his hand, then the sky, back to his hand and the ground too. No apple. "Hello?" He questioned softly, his eyes straining in the dark. "Disappearing apples. Even in the magical world, that isn't normal…well, actually, it might be, but to me it's not," He grumbled lightly as he glanced back up, only to come face to face with what looked like a bright pink cat. A bright pink, floating cat.
"Mew!"
"AHHH!" Harry yelped, jumping back only to snag the hem of his PJ's and topple backwards onto the ground. The floating pink cat thing laughed, his apple held firmly between its paws.
"Apple thief!" he exclaimed, pointing at the fruit that had disappeared from his grasp.
"Saver of thrown apples! I shall eat my spoils of conquest!" A voice said, sounding rather androgynous. The pink cat took a hefty bite out the apple, chewing with great enthusiasm, before offering the bitten apple back to the boy. "I share because I am kind and you are friend."
"Um…thank you," Harry muttered, accepting the half-eaten fruit. He eyed it for a moment, his expression dubious, but at its hopeful and joyous expression, he took a bite. He nearly spat it out as he realized it was talking in his head. Instead, he chewed quickly, nearly choking as he swallowed. "You're a Pokemon! Zoroark told me about you! I guess you're a…um…Mew?"
"I am Mew! You are correct! You are Zorua, son of Zoroark, are you not? That makes you friend of Mew. Mew likes friends and playing and hide and seek. Do you want to play?" The excitable…Mew replied, spinning like a top in the air.
Harry felt like his head was spinning along with Mew. The Pokémon spoke so quickly and so…randomly that he felt difficulty in keeping up. "Uh, sorta. I'm Harry. Harry Potter and not the son of Zoroark. I do turn into a Zorua though," He said, correcting the excitable Pokémon. "At least I think that's what she called me," He added under his breath. All the names got confusing after awhile.
Mew tilted its head at him, before shrugging and snagging the apple back. A few quick bites and it was gone, core and all. "Yummy Nummy!"
Chuckling, Harry smiled in amusement at the Pokémon, "Glad you liked it," He replied with a bit of a sigh.
"We play now, yes? Hide and seek or Tag or fly or…" Mew started, shortly after it had finished licking its paws clean of the apple juice.
"I do not think that to be wise," another voice stated simply as yet another Pokémon appeared out of the tree line. This one was bipedal, humanoid looking creature that still, somehow, managed to look like a cat. Mainly grey, it had a long purple tail and two short, blunt horns atop its head. Calm purple eyes gazed at the pair as that tail twitched behind it. The arms of the Pokémon were crossed, but the hands or paws held three digits each, along with the feet, each with spherical tips. Harry stared.
"Uh…um…" he started, looking shocked at he sudden appearance.
"No fun! No fun! Haven't played in ages!" Mew retorted, looking pouty and cross as it spun in the air.
"And it is late. The boy needs sleep. He shouldn't be up at this hour. And for Arceus sake Mew, act a little older will you. You aren't a child," the other Pokémon replied, sighing slightly as it uncrossed its arms and moved closer to the two.
"I…I'm not really tired actually," Harry spoke up, pleased he managed even that. "It's why I'm out here to begin with. Was gonna go on a bit of a walk to see if I could make myself tired," He added, smiling weakly. "W-who are you?" and then because he found that to be somewhat rude, introduced himself again quickly, "I'm Harry Potter."
"I know who you are Mr. Potter," the Pokémon replied as it eyed the pink Pokémon with something akin to immense frustration and acceptance. There was a faint bit of amusement there too, though it tried to hide it. "You'll come to find that a great many of us know who you are. That's what happens when you become a Pokémon. You're very being gets broadcasted to the whole lot of us. Especially those with Psychic abilities," It added, before sighing and adding, "I am Mewtwo."
"Mewtwo?" Harry asked, "So like, Mew but-"
"It's a long story. One we don't have time for, Mr. Potter. Mew," Mewtwo said, glancing back at Mew, who had been messing with Harry's hair, making odd pieces stand straight up in order to give the boy an odder appearance. "You can play with the boy later, I'm sure. We have to see about the others. Isn't that what you wanted to do in the first place? Make rounds?"
Mew seemed to deflate for a moment, before perking up, "We can do that later can't we? Friend said he can't sleep. We play instead. Until he's sleepy."
Mewtwo, after ages of keeping Mew company, sighed slightly. It didn't even seem fazed by the Pokémon's firm notion of 'play-first-work-later' mentality. "I do believe Mr. Potter should…Rest though, don't you?"
Harry, who had been listening to the conversation idly, suddenly found himself feeling rather tired. He yawned blearily, eyes struggling to keep open before, with a slight thump, he crumpled to the ground, out like a light.
"Cheater," Mew grumbled as Mewtwo picked up Harry, cradling the child gently in its arms. "We could've tired him out a fun way. No need for that. No fun at all."
"I understand my ways are not fun, but it is late and we need to get moving. We watched the house for a few days, you got to meet him. There are other things to do. Everyone is waking up and we need to make sure chaos does not come with it," Mewtwo replied as it flew up to the house, peaking into the windows until it found the one with a spare bed. Three others slept inside, but it held Harry's scent the strongest. Using telekinesis, Mewtwo opened the window and slipped inside, tucking the boy in to bed shortly after it had pulled off the boys shoes.
"So young," Mew murmured faintly as it hovered over Harry slumbering form.
"They always are, aren't they? The one who changed my view, all of our views, was young too, was he not?" Mewtwo said its voice quiet despite the fact that the other sleeping humans could not hear it.
"Miss him," Mew admitted, before sighing and flying out the window. Mewtwo lingered for a moment, before following.
"I do too, Mew."
EverD: A wild update appears! xD Lol, Sorry. My computer broke and I had to get it fixed and then, like it said up at the top, I had this sitting around in my computer for ages. I feel pretty bad. I don't even like the ending, but I really want to get to Hogwarts and all that, as well as have more interaction with the legendaries. I was actually gonna post this on the 12th (in honor of Pokémon X and Y) but I was too busy playing. I got Pokémon X, what did you guys get?
P.S: Gogoat is not only adorably, but kicks ass. Also, that love meter thing? Has totally stopped my Pokémon from dying from one-hit KO's. It's so awesome!
P.P.S: In case anyone is wondering, my team: Greninja, Gogoat, Pikachu, Charizard, Hawlucha (ass-kicking bird of doom, man), Xerneas (just got him, originally had Blaziken). Only have my 7th badge after 40 hours of playing, lol.