Re-published on 19/01/2013

My New childhood adventures And Mew!

Last time...

Harry was allowed a wish with virtually no limitations. He made full use of it and has now appeared on the edge of Pallet town. He did however forget to mention a place, so he doesn't know where he is and he forgot to mention an age. So he appears as a young toddler. Thankfully for him, the death god wasn't cruel enough to bend his gender as well.

Chapter 02

The residents of Pallet town were used to the occasional wild pokémon battle. It was after all the ways of things. Predators hunted for prey but even prey can put up a big fight. Even the occasional fight didn't get this loud though. This prompted the patrolling trainers to wake up the trainers that were sleeping and would replace them later. Typically it was bad news if pokémon were loud.

Pokémon were powerful and frightening creatures. It was said that they were mutants. A human experiment gone wrong when they all rebelled. A virus that changed the animal life of a long time before into what it was today. You couldn't trust a pokémon that wasn't yours because it was as likely to eat you as it was to kill you. Not necessarily in that order.

Pokémon as a general rule tended to avoid humans unless they were being provoked and provoking them was so easy to do it was actually very scary. Even a wild pokémon might decide to defend you if you were unlucky enough to be attacked and leave you alive. Or it might defend you so it could eat or kill you itself. It was for this reason that every human settlement was heavily defended. Another detail that made pokémon very dangerous was the fact that they were very resistant to bullet or gunfire in general. Only the more heavy weapons could injure them and those were extremely expensive.

It was accepted that as a general rule, any trainer of at least five badges could live their permanently in return for their protection. Any trainer that had fewer as five would be allowed to recover but wouldn't be allowed to live their forever. If they had the money they could live in a hotel or with someone else. But they couldn't own property. Still, any trainer could usually sell their services, and the more badges they had, the more money they were given.

The badge system usually worked like a military rank. The more badges you had, the more authority you had over trainers that had fewer badges. These trainers could of course refuse orders but that would only get to bite them in the ass later. Even so, this rule wasn't right all the time. Sometimes a trainer with fewer badges could be more experienced or have stronger pokémon then a trainer with more badges. It all depended on the situation.

Pallet town only had a handful of trainers. And most of these trainers only had a few badges. No more than five with two exceptions. A single trainer with eight badges had usually enough experience and strong enough pokémon to convince wild pokémon to leave them alone. They also had the right to open a new gym provided they had enough underlings to keep the title.

The pokémon of these eight badge trainers were trained enough that they did not need any instruction. Their wild counterparts on the other hand were stupid and would need plenty of instruction in the beginning if they were caught. The longer the caught pokémon remained with the trainer the smarter they became. And in that lay the risk. What would happen if the pokémon decided that it hated its trainer because it was caught?

With the handful of trainers rushing towards the edge of pallet town, commanded by the two eight badge trainers, the only thing they found was a basket with a sleeping baby and a pokémon egg in its arms. All around were wild pokémon edging around the basket but none made any move to try and get an easy snack.

Stories of pokémon able to take the form of humans in order to lure them close prevented the trainers from rushing towards the basket to get it away from possible pokémon predators. The wild pokémon didn't attack the child though. No. It was as if they were trying to get a single peek of it before leaving quickly. It was the weirdest behaviour that any of the trainers had ever experienced.

"What do you think of this professor Oak sir?" One of the civilians asked their local pokémon expert. The man shook his head slowly. "I'm reluctant to say it but I don't have a clue my dear."

SLAP

"I warned you to not call me that pervert." The civilian in question -a woman- growled.

The professor just pouted. "Ah c'mon. You know I meant nothing with it this time!" The man protested.

The other woman seemed to consider it for a moment. "Fine then." She sighed. "Maybe you didn't deserve the slap this time." She admitted almost fondly.

"Would you stop flirting in the middle of a crisis you two?" A militia trainer demanded. "For all we know this is just a trap by a trainer pokémon out for revenge!"

It was true. Primitive pokémon left human settlements alone most of the time. It was only when they were provoked that they tended to attack. But deliberate attacks were discovered to be led by pokémon of trainers. For one reason or another they had abandoned their trainer and had fled back to the wilds. These pokémon would often gather pokémon in order to attack human settlements.

Professor Oak and Delia Ketchum tensed and focussed their attention back on the pokémon. By this time however even fewer seen pokémon began to appear. These fewer seen pokémon weren't... Rare by any means but they were still desired by trainers because they were strong and offered a lot of resistance against a lot of types.

None of the trainers there made any attempt to try and catch them though. The body language of their pokémon that were out said it all to them. They would only defend themselves if they were attacked but they would not made any attack themselves. No sir.

Eventually the pokémon began to leave and before anyone really knew it the clearing was completely deserted.

Delia Ketchum sighed and walked towards the basket with her strongest pokémon by her side. The pokémon more respectfully than carefully and Delia ready to jump back at any clue that it was a trap. Part of her knew that this was no trap. But having a baby boy of her own around the same age made her very careful nonetheless.

She arrived at the basket and examined the small child within its confines. The child was as beautiful as any she had seen. Black hair and beautiful green eyes as darker than she had ever seen before. But the thing that decided it more than anything else was the fact that this child looked a lot like her own little boy. The child seemed to be somewhere between a year and three years old. She watched as the child peered at her before closing his eyes, obviously deciding she wasn't a threat. A moment later, the baby boy was fast asleep again.

She didn't touch the child for several long moments until a smell alerted her that the baby boy had dirtied its diaper and needed changing. That did it for her. She grabbed the basket and promptly took it back into the village. Her motherly instincts screaming at her to take care of this innocent young boy. She took it to the local pokémon centre. Small village or not, any village HAD to have a pokémon centre because it doubled as a hospital as well.

When she entered the building, the local nurse took the child which left only the pokémon egg and a letter. The letter could barely be considered that because it was only a few sentences long.

'My name is Harry. The pokémon egg in with me is my partner. I'm bonded with it and cannot stand to be separated with it. No pokémon will allow this to happen and will rebel if you force the issue.'

The letter was not signed.

"Very strange." Delia observed.

Delia gave the letter to professor oak who had followed her inside. The other trainers had resumed patrol but would all remain awake just in case it was a ruse.

"That is strange." The professor agreed after he had read the letter.

"The child is in perfect health." The nurse announced when she returned a few moments later. "I changed him while I was checking him over." She added after a moment. "What will happen to the little guy Delia?" The nurse asked eventually.

"I'll take him as my own. Register him as Harry Ketchum."

"Very well." The nurse agreed. "I estimate he's about a year and a half."

"That's convenient." Delia said brightly. "My Ash has his birthday in six months or so. Might as well take that as his birthday. They look alike enough to be twins anyway!"

"Al right." The nurse nodded. "I'll file the paperwork then."

Delia nodded to the nurse, took Harry and left the building.

"I would still feel better if your Mr mime could stay out around it though." John Oak offered. "Or I could lend you my Arcanine for a little while."

"It's a him professor." Delia corrected. "Please don't refer to my son as an it would you?"

"Oh, yes of course." Oak agreed immediately. "It's more habit as anything else because it's very hard to-"

"To know the gender of a pokémon, yes I know." Delia sighed.

She glanced at the clearing and send out her Arbok. When it looked at her as if to ask her reason for sending him out.

"Lie in wait for any pokémon that might come and seek mischief. Scare it away and if not..." She shrugged.

The Arbok knew what that meant. "Don't worry mistress..." It offered. "I will make sure I bite my prey before I swallow it." That was the reason why she send it out. The pokémon had somewhat managed to gain human speech. Nobody knew how it was possible but there it was.

Delia simply nodded and left the clearing. The Arbok dove into the bushes and a moment later the large snake was gone.

"I still dislike the thought of having an animal that can swallow an adult human whole..." Ibiki muttered. Ibiki was one of the newer and lower level trainers. The senior trainers were training and teaching him so he could visit other gyms in order to gain new badges and thus more respect.

Harry's point of view a few minutes before Delia takes him.

Harry slowly became aware of the area around him and realized several things. One: he was in a basket somehow. How he knew this he didn't know but he still knew it. Two: he had to be a lot smaller in order to fit into any basket really...

That meant that he had lost a great deal of his age... By the time he had reached this conclusion he sensed dozens of creatures seeking a glance from him. Some of those creatures scared him. Not because they looked scary, but because they could literally swallow him as he was right now and he'd only be a snack to boot! Harry didn't know what had gone wrong. He didn't know where he was but wasn't he supposed to go to...

"Wait... Son of a bitch." Harry cursed. "I never mentioned a location didn't I? I never mentioned an age either!" Harry didn't make a noise though. He wasn't about to do anything that could provoke them.

"Come to think of it, I don't know how to access my vault either. Damn it! What about my teacher or my familiar?" Harry asked himself.

Harry had felt the egg he was carrying but had ignored it for the most part. "Maybe my familiar is within this egg?" Harry theorized. Either way, he was pretty much helpless as it was. It was only a theory anyway.

Harry remembered that the ring could be useful to him but his magical power was only as strong as his body could have.

Harry used what magic he had available to him and channelled it into the ring. The most he could do was a charm that would make those that meant him harm ignore him or find him uninteresting. It was the most he could do.

And just like that the whispering stopped. Since Harry did not have enough control over his voice box and body in general he was unable to ask a question or to demand more information. It was at this point that he felt himself being examined. Before him was a beautiful woman. He examined her as closely as she examined him. Harry decided that she would allow him no harm and allowed himself to fall asleep. Part of him still not realizing what it meant to be a diaper wearing toddler.

General point of view

one month later...

"Note to self: If you ever make a deal with a Deity again, make sure to say you wish to be an ADULT when you come back to life!" Harry complained to himself.

Being cared for wasn't too bad. It was unable to go to the bathroom on his own that bothered him the most. At least he learned a lot even if they didn't know it. People talked around babies. Especially when they assume they can't understand you because they are too young. The woman was Delia Ketchum. The other boy was Ash. The husband and dad had disappeared years ago during a secret mission he had been given. He had been given the same birthday as Ash which was in roughly six months time.

Unfortunately, it seemed that she considered them far too young to be potty trained so that spelled not much good for him. Even worse, it seemed that she was right. No matter how much he tried to train his muscles, he failed to stop fhe flow whatsoever.

Harry had more or less resigned him to being babied. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. Even so, he had to be careful not to show himself too smart. Harry decided then and there to keep himself to ash's intelligence until the boy was old enough to talk, walk and go to the bathroom on his own.

"Ash will better be a super genius because I don't think I can stand being in a weak, helpless body like this!"

Six months later

Second birthday of Ash and Harry

Delia had doctors examine Harry and they had pronounced Harry a healthy two year old child. About the same age as Ash. And since Harry appeared not too far from Ash's birthday she decided that they might as well share the day. The blanket had said 'Harry James Potter'. Delia had put several messages in various news papers in the hope that family might hear of it. When nobody answered after half a year Delia had filled in the right papers to adopt Harry as her own. Nobody would be able to accuse her of anything.

Harry James Potter became Harry Ketchum. Or when he would get into mischief it would become Harry James Ketchum. Delia had decided to explain it to Harry as soon as he was old enough too understand.

'Ten years.' She decided. 'Ten years would be the date that she would explain it to him.'

Harry had gotten used to his life somewhat. He still tried to walk regularly -once every week or so- but his body was still too weak. Too young to manage it. Well until recently at least. Right about now -at his new birthday party- he was able to crawl just fine and walk too if he was careful.

Ash adored Harry as much as Harry cared for Ash. He had never had a brother of any kind and Ron was more the best friend kind of... friend. Not a brother figure. So yes. Harry cared plenty for Ash. He would keep an eye out if the kid got into mischief, and usually take blame for it. Even though Harry knew that the adults knew who the real trouble maker was. They found it cute that he wanted to take the blame. Of course that's not how they saw it.

Since Harry had never had a 'baby' birthday party with gifts and all sorts of fun he was as excited as Ash was. Harry's birthday party was also when things got a bit complicated.

John Oak had taken the egg to study it but had every intention to return it. Once Harry was old enough to care for it. He had kept the warning in mind and took the egg with him every week or every two weeks when he visited Delia and the kids. The egg always seemed to brighten up -however impossible that sounded- when John took the egg to the Ketchum's. Harry's second birthday was no exception. John Oak even allowed little Harry to touch and 'play' with the egg.

Harry's gut instinct told him that the egg was his best friend. This was Hedwig and she was about ready to enter the world. So when Harry was allowed to 'hold' the egg and touch/play with it he allowed a small trickle of magic into the egg. Harry hoped that his silent command to go back to sleep would keep it asleep because he couldn't possibly care for a pokémon when he had zero independence.

Just typical too his luck, the egg began to hatch.

Oak was startled when he noted out of the corners of his eyes that Harry seemed to be doing... Something. He saw a trickle of energy going into the egg with a suggestion to go to... Sleep? Oak barely caught himself from agreeing that it was indeed a good idea to take a nap. What stopped him was his own sense of self -his willpower and his stubbornness that he wasn't tired yet- and the fact that the egg began to hatch!

"The egg!" He half yelled half cried. Which stopped the noise that the adults as well as some of the older children were making.

"It is hatching." Oak finished somewhat lamely.

Before anyone could do anything the deed was already under way and nearly finished too.

A small form was pushing against the egg and small tears began to appear over the egg until it began to glow brightly. Not unlike an evolution.

When the glow vanished those present could barely belief what they were seeing. Right there was one of the most viscous/naive and friendly creatures ever recorded.

The Mew pokémon was suspected to be the forefather of all pokémon. There were so few of them left that they were believed to be myth and fiction. When Mew HAD been spotted death usually followed. It was always discussed as to why this happened and one theory was widely agreed upon.

If there was a prince among pokémon it would be Mew. The few sightings of this pokémon when death did NOT follow showed prove that it took care of pokémon and was able to do attacks of all types. The downside was that while the attacks were still very powerful they were still weaker as a genuine pokémon of that type. That didn't mean that the attacks were weak. Not at all. But to have royalty of the pokémon race among them...

And Oak realized that the pokémon in the area had known. They had known from the start. It was why his own pokémon were very protective of the egg and had been part of the reason why he visited at least once every two weeks. And that was only allowed in exceptional situations.

In normal situations he visited every week. Usually several times in the week too.

Several of the trainers had grabbed an empty Pokéball at the sight of it but paused immediately after. This pokémon wasn't theirs to catch. Their own pokémon seemed to agree with that idea too. So without being noted except by their pokémon the trainers put their Pokéballs away. Each trainer muttered an apology too their partners. For all of them it had been instinct.

Harry managed to say his first word at the party and nobody had any doubt what the child meant.

'He'wig!'

"Did he just-" Delia began "Where is my camera?" She muttered to herself.

"My camera if someone has seen it!" She nearly shouted. Her camera was shoved in her hands shortly after. Delia didn't hesitate to turn it on and focus it on her child.

"C'mon Harry." She cooed. "Say it again." She urged.

"Who's that?" She asked him.

'H'wig' Harry repeated. 'He'wig Hed'ig' he tried again.

"Do you think he's trying to say Hedwig?" John asked his best friend.

Harry giggled and laughed in agreement. 'He'wig' Hedwig' Harry repeated.

"Can you say mummy? Harry?" She urged him. Her camera on standby. "C'mon little guy. Mummy that's who I am!" She urged him.

Harry saw the hopeful look in her eyes and decided to do this for her. "I swear that if she uses this as blackmail material..." He grumbled to himself.

"Mummy." Harry repeated dutifully and pointed towards Delia.

'Harry' and he pointed to himself.

'Hedwig' he finished with a pointed finger to his best friend.

Needless to say that this feat of intelligence stunned most of those that were present.

Harry then rememberer he hadn't seen Ash for a while.

'Ash?' He questioned.

'Wher' Ash?'

Harry stretched his senses, not expecting to find any trouble but still couldn't find his little brother.

"Delia where is Ash?" Oak asked her.

"He should be right..." She trailed of when the eating chair was empty.

This caused the party to be aborted early and several of the trainers to be send out for Ash. Ash was found but would never be the same again. Why and how he had gone out nobody could figure out. Had he felt jealous? Had he felt alone? Was it a coincidence? Either way the previous loud, excitable child was changed into a shy quiet little boy.

Three years later

Harry and Ash are five year old.

'Harry, Ash!' Oak all but shouted. "Get your buts right here unless you want me to call your mother and do it for you!'

"Nuh uh" Harry laughed. "You look way to funny to do that!" He yelled back.

Much had changed in these last few years. Harry and Ash had grown into two rascals. Both of them could get into mischief without too much trouble. Pokémon tended to listen too both of them without much trouble too. Much to their trainers disgruntlement. "Why do you listen to them and not to me?" They would complain to their pokémon.

Both the pokémon and the trainers didn't mind really. Because when it came down to it, the pokémon would listen to their trainers first and the little boy's a late second. But complaining to their pokémon would make the children always giggle and laugh.

Ash still hadn't recovered from whatever had happened to him. John Oak suspected that the little boy had startled a psychic pokémon. Since those were usually easy startled but not angered it had been able to stop itself to attack the boy. But whatever attack it had been had already effected Ash. The downsize was that Ash was really shy. The good side was that Ash really connected to pokémon. He had a way with them that impressed all the trainers both visiting and permanent local.

Ash was a regular customer in the small pokémon centre. He was able to calm injured pokémon down until they allowed treatment.

Harry on the other hand seemed to be noisy enough for the both of them. He seemed to know what Ash wanted without asking. The two boys were as close as two friends could get. And it was today that Ash would finally 'get' his favourite pokémon. This particular pokémon loved Ash in return. Nobody knew where it came from since this particular type usually appeared several 'territories' further pokémon wise. But a Pikachu had suddenly appeared when the two boys were playing. An unknown Pokémon had been startled and had attacked.

The Pikachu had shocked it (literally) and driven it away. It had refused to be caught by any trainer and had fought very viscously if a trainer tried to do so. But a wild pokémon was still a danger. No matter how friendly it seemed. The Pokéball would not only keep it somewhat safe if it was injured, but it would 'teach' some basic things too. What was acceptable and what was not.

When his mum tried yet again to catch it, Harry finally decided that enough was enough. Harry calmly pick pocketed an empty Pokéball from his mum and handed it to his little brother. With some urging Ash had walked closer to the Pikachu and put it on the ground after nudging it a little closer. The Pikachu had seemed to consider the situation before it nudged the Pokéball and allowed herself to be caught.

Harry had once again stunned the adults present. Harry showed Ash how to call his pokémon forth and recall it. Ash did so as well a five year old could. The pokémon reappeared and made it clear that it didn't like the Pokéball at all. Since the adults knew Harry could understand pokémon better than most Harry translated it with a single few sentences.

"Pikachu doesn't like the Pokéball. It's willing to go back if she is hurt but wants to stay out for the rest of it." Harry explained simply. Younger children were known to know what pokémon were saying. But this seemed a bit too literal. Could Harry actually be able to communicate with pokémon?

Another five years later

Harry and Ash are both ten years old.

"Harry I need to talk to you." Delia called. "Ash, go and play with Pikachu would you? Harry can tell you afterwards." Much to her surprise both Harry and Ash shook their heads.

"What you can say to me you can say to Ash mum." Harry said simply.

'I suppose.' she agreed reluctantly.

One difficult conversation later and two embarrassed boys left the living room.

"This is your fault you know." Ash grumbled to his big brother.

"My fault?" Harry parroted. A small smile on his lips. "It's not my fault that she explained something I already did to you."

"But why couldn't I tell her that then?" Ash whined. "The we wouldn't have been as embarrassed as we were!"

"I sadly must inform you that 'I' was not embarrassed." Harry told Ash smugly.

Ash looked momentarily confused when he remembered a certain something that Harry did not want anyone to know. Especially not his mother.

"Ah yes." Ash nodded. "Those weird magazines and that video tape you watch secretly when she's out and after bribing the babysitter."

'SHH' Harry hissed. "Why don't you shout that all over Pallet you Rascal?" Harry growled.

"Let's pretend you never said that right?" Harry suggested.

"To answer your original question; I might have missed something. I'm not experienced she is."

This reminder caused Ash to blush when he realized what Harry was implying.

"Eww!" The boy cried. "That's..."

"The way of life?" Harry suggested.

"That's just wrong to think about." Ash nearly shouted.

"Mum did ask to talk to me alone remember? Maybe she already knew that I would say that and wanted to embarrass us both?"

'NAH!' Both boys chorused.

'Impossible!' Ash declared.

'Ridiculous' Harry agreed.

'A rock has a better sense of humour than mum has.' Ash added.

'It wouldn't matter because she could never defeat...' Harry continued.

'The undefeated twins of prank terrors!' They finished together.

And just like that they were serious again. All the previous teasing forgotten.

"So she still didn't tell you that secret?" Ash asked.

Harry shook his head. "I'm not supposed to know about it remember?" Harry reprimanded him.

"But yes. I think that is what she wanted to share with me. She probably thought it would be easier with me alone than with a certain brat sticking his nose-"

Harry was cut off when he was tackled by Ash. "I'll show you who the brat is!" Ash promised with a grin.

Neither boy had noted Delia following them from a distance. Neither noticed the hurt look when Ash talked normally against Harry when he would barely say anything against herself. They did not notice the shocked look when Harry revealed he had already taught Ash about the birds and the bee's. Her expression changed several times when she realized the nature of those magazines. She considered what she should do with them but then figured that the forbidden fruit would look so more desirable if she forbid them. Besides, facts were facts. She couldn't hide nor ignore the facts of life.

Besides... She might 'leave' a few magazines around for them to 'find' with a few suggestions that might make them even more embarrassed not to mention confused.

When Delia realized that Harry might already know about him being adopted she felt hurt and confused. How was it possible that he knew about that? Nobody in Pallet would tell him because it wasn't any of her business. Had she misspoken?

No.

She was pretty sure she hadn't. Then how was it possible he knew? Maybe it was one of those 'children know by instinct' things that science couldn't explain? Or it might be because Hedwig told him. That little creature had telepathy and had no reason to keep it to herself.

She would confront Harry with it nonetheless. A moment later her face changed in what would make her old fuck body run in terror.

She didn't have a sense of humour? Delia allowed herself to plan a few more pranks that would teach them not to mess wit her.

Delia the Jester would make another appearance. Once to remind the residents of Pallet town why it was a stupid idea to mess with her. And another to teach her boys a lesson that she was the best.

Four years later

Ash and Harry are fourteen

Harry and Ash still shuddered at any mention of their punishment four years ago. They had tuned down their jokes immensely. Until now actually. It had taken four years of preparation but they had figured out acceptable payback for their embarrassment four years ago and as a bonus, it would go off AFTER they left Palet town. It would give her time to cool off and call a truce.

Harry and Ash were fit for their age. They had been taught martial arts, how to effectively wield a knife and how to use it to kill a pokémon should it try to attack and without a pokémon to defend themselves. Both knew how to survive in the wild, had a decent amount of funds available and their pokémon were twice as strong as the average wild pokémon near Palet town. Not that this meant much compared to the stronger ones.

Both boys had considered catching another pokémon. Having one in reserve was always a very good idea. Pokéballs were expensive and not easy to get though in the smaller towns. Especially if they had to be exported from a big city. Ash and Harry had decided to save their earnings, order them anyway and then use them when they would go on their training journey. Their goal was to become pokémon master and second in command respectively. Who would be who would be decided on a later date.

One of the most important items a trainer could have was a Pokédex but such a thing was ridiculously expensive to make and would only be given when a trainer earned four badges. Few trainers got that far but the ones that did were usually strong and effective. Various groups had been arguing to tune it down to two but so far they hadn't had much luck.

X

"Harry, a word please." John Oak called.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked curiously.

"You know how rare a Mew is don't you?" John asked him.

"Yes, of course I do." Harry nodded. "You nearly orgasmed at the sight of her." Harry added with a smirk.

Oak ignored that comment and pretended Harry never said it.

"I want you to catch a new pokémon as soon as you can and not use Hedwig until you got a strong team." John held up his hand to stall the protest that John knew would come.

"Hear me out little rascal." Oak growled playfully.

"The sad truth is that if it is known that you have a Mew of all pokémon as part of your team, thieves and and other low scum will be coming after you to take her away from you. They won't care if they will have to kill you first."

Harry knew that even with his magic and his training he was stronger and safer than most trainers. Since Oak didn't know anything about that though he kept silent about this.

"Don't worry uncle Oak." Harry told the man. Calling him uncle meant that he was completely serious.

"I can take care of myself and Hedwig is stronger than most rookie pokémon." Harry told him.

Harry could see that Oak was still worried. He decided then and there to show Oak a small part of his magic.

'Watch.' Harry said simply. Harry made a face to make it seem as he was concentrating a lot and then...

Oak frowned at what Harry was doing. He was about to say something when he realized that he was moving... Upwards.

'Hey!' He yelped in surprise.

Harry had floated Oak a meter or two in the air and had moved him above a source of water. Harry then released his hold over his magic.

Oak realized what was happening but was helpless to do something about it. He felt himself fall to just above the water where he stopped again.

Harry made a point to float Oak over the deepest part of the small lake and then drop him over solid ground.

Harry and Oak had went behind Oak's home. Nobody had seen Harry's little demonstration.

"I can do more than that too." Harry declared after a moment. "But doing this is relatively easy." He added after a moment.

"Surprised?" Harry asked after a moment.

Oak was speechless so Harry made use of it to leave and head towards the front of the home.

"Oh and John? I approve about you and Delia. A 'little' surprise coming after nine months would be just perfect. Or maybe several 'little' surprises that take nine months to grow? And if that isn't a hint I don't know what is."

With that statement Harry was gone before Oak could say anything. Oak never noted he stood just on the edge and he only needed to either loose his balance or a gentle shove.

A breeze surprised him for a moment but it was enough to shake his balance and then...

Splash!

'HARRRRRY!'

End

I realize that I probably shouldn't work with levels, but it's easy to use. Anyway, pokémon aren't limited to only a mere hundred levels.

Harry's pokémon

Level 10 Mew (psychic) FEMALE

Ash's Pokémon

level 13 Pikachu (electric) FEMALE

Even though Harry is fourteen already he can only do small bits of magic. It's not like he could practice his spells somewhere alone. The only way he can get more control over his magic is through his pokémon journey. In terms easier too understand: Harry is still on a first year level. Remember that he doesn't have a wand, only a ring. He can do small stuff, open or lock a lock. Summon something to him or float something. You know, small Jedi tricks.

Just in case there's any doubt: Harry and Ash are BROTHERS. Nothing more, nothing less. They've seen each other naked plenty of times before and aren't bothered by it, but they will NOT do... More. I know I can't say it any clearer then that. Besides, you can't exactly be shy in the wilderness.

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