Harry and the project of Eden Chapter 4: Ash versus Brock, a Pokémon + Harry Potter Crossover fanfic

Chapter four (4)

Updated on 28/03/2011

Kingdark update: My muse has finally returned! I finally got an idea where I want this story to go eventually. Hopefully I can actually pull it off eh?

I'm reviewing this chapter so I can edit it to suit the changes I made in previous chapters. If I miss bits and pieces I apologize for that. Tell me and I'll correct them. And just to make myself clear one more time:

'Harry and Ash will NOT be a couple. '

I haven't decided what sexuality either has. Most likely they'll be attracted to both sexes. HOWEVER, this does not mean I will write detailed scenes. The MOST I will do is imply. A hand job, a blow job, implications that character x was taken from behind...

Here is a reminder what pokémon the Pokéballs contain. (For my own convenience as for yours.)

'Gastly' (level 10) GHOST + POISON' FEMALE- Harry

'Vulpix' (level 12) FIRE' FEMALE- Harry

'Growlithe' (level 12) FIRE' FEMALE- Harry

'Charmander' (level 14) FIRE + FLYING' FEMALE- Ash

'Scyther' (level 14) BUG + FLYING' FEMALE- Ash

'Pidgey' (Level 16) FLYING + MALE- Harry

As you can see, Harry receives more pokémon than last time. Read and find out the answer eh?

Chapter START

Evening

Harry & Ash's camp

Harry glanced at his sleeping brother and summoned the files he had snatched that the trainers had on the six pokémon that were in the vault.

"There has to be a reason why they were there. Are these pokémon dangerous? Do they attack humans? If they do then why not destroy the ball to kill the pokémon without too much fuss? The files don't say too much except that they appeared there, tired, exhausted and desperately holding their Pokéball. This implies that their trainer is dead and that they escaped with their lives...

"But pokémon usually flee back into the wilds... Can't they take care of themselves? No. It's not that. These pokémon are close. They are most likely friends and don't want to be put in a situation where they might be forced to eat each other to survive..."

"But what made them think that going to a human outpost like this would keep them together?" Harry asked himself. But then he realized the answer even before he was done asking himself the question.

"Of course. They didn't expect to stick together. But being separated is at least better than what the wild pokémon might do to them." Harry concluded.

"So who should I send out first? The pidgey is the strongest of the lot so he could be the leader of them... I can't send them all out together because not even Hedwig can handle six pokémon. Especially not ones that were trained. Not without forcing her power to the point where she might hurt herself."

Harry realized he didn't have a choice but to send one pokémon out and talk to them.

Of all the pokémon the Vulpix called to him the most. Not only could it be incredible viscous... It's evolution could live for a very long time. Not to mention how powerful it could become. Gastly was very useful because she could become invisible and scout the area without being detected. Harry dreamt of flying on a huge bird and doing stuff on it that he could never have done on a broom.

Harry had momentarily forgotten about his animagus abilities. Or he might not even care about them. Who knows?

Harry glared at the author. "I'll have you know that I can use my animagus abilities but that would be just so cheap and cliché. 'Oh, here I am, I can change into whatever pokémon I wish as long as I have befriended them!' Harry glared.

Harry shook his head to clear it. What was he saying again?

The last evolution of pidgey. Right. It would be totally awesome to fly on a huge bird like that! And totally bad ass too.

But the thing about Vulpix that called to him -the age thing aside- was its control over fire. Fire could burn. It could prepare your food. It could scare and intimidate. If you disrespected it, then it would reduce you to Ash or leave you alive to die very slowly if you insulted it too much. Harry idly wondered if Dudley had ever gotten his pyromaniac tendencies under control and if it was contagious. Both Vulpix and Growlithe could become powerful pokémon.

Harry thought back to what had happened shortly after he was done.

MEMORY – RECALL - BEGIN

Harry put the Pokéballs on his belt and put a notice me not charm on it. He couldn't have Ash distracted for the moment.

The corpses had been dealt with and he had already placed enough runes on this place to reduce it to dust. 'overkill maybe?' Harry shrugged. If there was no trace of it, it could be blamed on team rocket. And that was always a good thing in his book.

Harry exited the building and looked for his little brother.

'Ash!' Harry barked. The boy in question, recognizing that tone of voice anywhere immediately poked his head from... Somewhere.

"We are leaving." Harry told the boy immediately.

Harry ignored ash's questions until they had been walking for an hour. Harry decided that they were far enough and ignited the wards. Even an hour away from the outpost as they were they could still hear the powerful explosion.

"I overestimated the power of those runes!" Harry cursed. They had to get as far away as they could manage. Ash finally realized that Harry wouldn't answer anything and kept up with his pace. They would have to do the first part of the forest by themselves.

"At least I've got those pokémon in an emergency. But I'm really hoping that they aren't needed. As long as I got my magic I can keep the two of us safe!"

Harry glanced upwards to try and get an idea how late it was. Even though watches were more than common living years in a place where watches didn't work taught you how to judge time on the position of the sun or the moon.

"Judging from the position of the sun I only have an hour of sunlight left. It will get darker in here much more quickly than on open ground. But maybe it's a good thing that we aren't too far away. The strongest pokémon live a few hours further into this forest. We'll make camp at the first good spot we can find." Harry decided.

"Ash, look for a place to camp. We only got a little bit of light left and I don't want to stumble around in the dark."

Ash didn't respond but did as he was told. Ash was very good in finding good spots to camp.

MEMORY – RECALL - END

'That was several hours ago." Harry reflected.

Harry had summoned several dozen of those toy soldiers and scattered them around their camp spot. The toy soldiers had only one weapon and that was to destroy itself in various ways depending on the situation. A ball of bright light, sort of like a flash bang or an actual low level explosion.

They could destroy themselves as smoke bombs and various other effects. Right now they had the order to destroy themselves with a paralysing effect. Harry glanced at his little brother and noted that he was very still. Harry sighed again. It seemed that he would be forced to explain fully. How he hated destroying the innocence that Ash had left.

Harry allowed a small smile on his face. He knew that Ash wasn't sleeping despite him trying to appear so. And Harry knew that Harry knew that he knew that he was just pretending.

"You are still not good enough to play pretend sleeping you know." Harry told Ash idly. "Don't ever be afraid to speak your mind when we aren't in a dangerous situation. I realize that I should have explained a bit better at the time but I had to act fast." Harry explained.

"Why did you destroy that outpost? It was one of the oldest and most reinforced outposts around here for miles! It was built on a very strategic location and now its useless."

'Team Rocket.' Harry answered him simply. Even though Ash hadn't asked a question. It was still a reason enough for Ash to consider it carefully.

"Did you have proof?" Ash asked carefully.

"No." Harry admitted. "But the corpses were lying in a way that it seemed to be both attackers and defenders. Their pokémon were gone and team rocket doesn't care for its dead operatives." Harry told Ash calmly.

"Did you leave any... Evidence?" Ash asked Harry.

Harry just smirked. "You know me. If and when officials investigate they'll find traces of absolute destruction. Only team rocket is known in having the resources to destroy an outpost like that."

"No direct evidence then." Ash concluded. Harry shrugged. "It wouldn't work in court even if I did leave some evidence. It never did before so I didn't even bother to try. Team rocket has too many connections for it too work."

"If I didn't leave some suspicious evidence then WE might have been the ones that would be accused as their killers. Nobody would care that we only had the bad luck to come on the scene. You know as well as I do that the police doesn't have the Technology or the proper know-how to have a proper Crime Scene Investigator office. We would have been guilty because we were at the scene. Our age wouldn't have mattered." Harry pointed out.

"I looted the place because it would be destroyed anyway. And that's one of the things that team rocket does as well. Okay, so maybe every looter does it when he can get away with it. But not even the biggest backpacks could carry all the stuff in there. Only several people could carry it and get out of there without leaving too many tracks. The fact that there aren't too many tracks points again in specialists. Team rocket is implied only." Harry continued.

"And it's always nice to have something we can sell if we are low on credits." Harry finished with a wink.

Getting serious again Harry reminded Ash that staying at a pokémon centre wasn't cheap. A long time ago this was free. But with the increasing aggression of pokémon the pokémon centres couldn't afford it anymore. Pokémon centres were now often build in the centrer of any village and was the point were trainers often regrouped in case of an attack.

Harry undid the charm he had on his belt. Since Ash was no longer pretending to be asleep he noticed that Harry had suddenly seven pokémon instead of one.

"Where did those Pokéballs come from?" Ash questioned.

"I found them in the vault of that outpost." Harry answered honestly. "But to be honest I don't know if I should send them out. These pokémon aren't registered as mine just yet. I wanted us to be safe before I would send them out."

"What do you know of them?" Ash asked. He pointed at the files that Harry was holding.

"Nothing much really." Harry admitted. "These pokémon are most likely caught by a trainer that's dead. I suspect that they ran and remained together to look for a human place. They would hope that they would find another trainer. And maybe they could stay together too?" Harry shrugged.

"I have chosen Gastly, Vulpix, Growlithe and pidgey." Harry told Ash. "The remaining two are Charmander and Scyther."

"Why do I 'only' get two pokémon?" Ash asked calmly. "You got to have a reason for it."

Harry sighed and glared at the ground. "I do. Sort of at least. I feel... Something with the pokémon I've chosen. I know that Charmander will become a powerful pokémon one day that will be very loyal too you. Scyther will be distant at first but once you have proven your worth to her she will sacrifice her life if that's what you want."

"So you got a feeling and nothing more?" Ash pointed out.

"Yes Ash." Harry agreed. "I got nothing more but a feeling."

"That's good enough for me." Ash told Harry. 'Good night.'

With that statement, Ash lied down and tried to get some sleep. Ten minutes later Harry could tell that Ash was sleeping for real now.

"You are going to kill me for this later little brother, but I can't risk yours safety should these pokémon be a danger to you."

Harry carefully drew a sleeping run on Harry's forehead. For a moment it seemed that Ash was waking up, struggling against the power of the rune. But the power was far stronger than ash's weakened defenses and a moment later he was deeply asleep.

Harry grabbed all five Pokéballs and held between his fingers. Then, with a casual throw he send them out.

The five pokémon materialized in a relaxed state. None of them had a reason to be on guard. The last they knew they were still at the outpost. When they saw their surroundings they were on guard instantly.

"My name is Harry. I realize that none of you trust me or even have a reason to trust me but trust me when I say that it is a good thing I found you." Harry told the pokémon.

"The people at the outpost are dead. They were already so when we got there." Harry pointed at himself and his sleeping brother.

"The fact that my brother is sleeping should give you a reason to at least hear me out." Harry told them.

Harry noted that none of the pokémon had moved. "Can I assume that you will at least hear me out?" Harry asked the five pokémon.

The five pokémon glanced at each other as only team mates can and then nodded as one.

Harry told them what happened to the pokémon like it had happened. When he was done about forty minutes later he could tell that they had relaxed just a little bit more.

Harry could tell that the pokémon were sad that those trainers were dead, but weren't as sad as they could be.

"So they cared about those trainers but not enough to take those trainers as their own." Harry concluded.

"I'm not really a person that plays around so I'll get to the point. I need your help to get through Viridian forest and Pewter forest." Harry told them.

"I'm hoping that during that time me and my little brother can prove ourselves worthy to let us keep you. If you still want to leave then that's what you may do. I need not only your help to get through this forest but also to defeat the gym leader of Viridian. Can you do that for me?" Harry asked them.

The five of them seemed to communicate again when Harry was bombarded with images that seemed to tell something disturbing.

'You are master.' The pokémon told Harry.

'We obey trainer.' They continued.

'We don't make choice.' They finished.

Harry realized that these pokémon weren't so much independent as dependant on trainers. These pokémon were... Or at least seemed broken. How it happened Harry had no idea. The story that the images told him were interesting though.

The images made Harry come to several conclusions.

The outpost had been meant to be a supply depot for enemy trainers. It had been too stocked to be anything but a small outpost.

That reminded Harry of something. What happened to Gary? Even though he had only a few hours head start they hadn't seen any clue of him. And Gary tended to leave taunts that were specifically meant for Ash.

"But this can't mean what I think it means. I only have a little evidence and I suspect that's more paranoia than anything else. But what else could it be? Why and how could a small outpost like this be supplied like this? The only thing it should have offered was a single night under a roof and an escort through the forest as well as being helped to catch a single pokémon." Harry reasoned.

Harry then realized something.

"Of course. How could I be so stupid?"

"Of course there will be others that have the same dream as Ash does. And of course there will be those that have had decades already to prepare for it. All the supplies were in the vault anyway. Just my luck that I'm stumbling on proof that there is an invasion coming up. If I am right."

"Why me?" He asked silently. As if in answer a simple sentence drifted on the wind.

'Everything has a price... There is a balance for everything... A wish for a wish..."

Harry remembered his decision to use his magic as less as possible while studying it on the side. His plan was relatively simple. Study magic in secret. Keep magic secret. Kill any enemies we make with magic and magically create evidence to blame it on someone else.

The first part was a success. He could use study magic without a problem. There were no other magic users aside from himself after all. None. He had checked it once, than double checked it again and then checked again just to be completely sure. That meant there were no monitoring devices.

No ministry agents to remove unwanted memories. And no magical backup whatsoever.

Keeping the magic secret was only partially a success. Ash knew the most about it but Harry couldn't say how much he knew. He had never asked and Harry wouldn't point it out unless there was no other choice. Harry suspected that this would be one hell of a conversation. Aside from Ash nobody knew. Harry suspected that Delia and Oak suspected. They knew that there was something special about him but were never able to catch him in on the act.

And there had been plenty of mischief blamed on Gary Oak in his childhood.

Something had happened that he had never suspected. You cannot deny your magic. Today was the first time he truly realized that. His magic had grown weaker because he hadn't really used it in the last ten years or so. Mischief not included it just had not been enough.

And that part of himself -magic obviously- would not allow -could not allow- itself to be denied. So what was the answer to this problem? He still wanted to keep it private. He wanted to be known as a supporting trainer there for his brother. Harry's main interest was to be a researcher after all. Having eight badges would simply be a big bonus. Proof that he was competent in his care with pokémon. Not to mention the money advantages that you would get.

Where were we again?

Camp fire. Emotional discussion. Brainwashed pokémon.

Right...

Could he 'give' a pokémon that was emotionally hurt like this? Could the pokémon stand for it? If the pokémon would just obey Ash as easily as they did him... And they were stolen... Then he was in big trouble.

Harry looked at the pokémon and asked them a single question. "Will you obey anyone or just me and Ash?" He asked them.

'Our trainer'

Harry took that they would obey the one that held their Pokéball.

Harry remembered the time where Ash send Pikachu out against a rock type pokémon that was practically immune to electricity. The trainer had agreed to let the Pikachu try to increase its voltage against the pokémon.

Pikachu had known to keep trying without being told to do so over again. But a broken pokémon like this? They would need to receive an order for everything they did in battle. This would weaken them by a lot because the enemy trainer and the pokémon would be able to counter those orders much easier.

"The question is... Will other trainers blame us for the fact that they need to be told what to do?"

'No.' Harry realized. "There were plenty of trainers that trained their pokémon to only do what their trainer told them. It happened with newly caught pokémon. It happened with 'young' pokémon and it often happened to the 'stupid' pokémon."

Harry recalled the five of them and considered them again. Were they truly worth the trouble? Was it better to put them out of their misery? Even if they didn't seem to be hurt. Was it truly a life the way they were?

But then Harry realized that Ash wouldn't stand for it.

'No.' Ash would tell him. "I will not let you. Humans caused them to be like that so humans will heal them to be more independent." He would say.

"Besides, I already promised him two extra pokémon." Sort off.

Harry glanced at Ash again and noted that he seemed to be uncomfortable. He wouldn't adjust him to be in a more comfortable position. Not with how deep that he was sleeping.

Harry shrugged. He didn't mind taking care of Ash. He used his magic to vanish the clothes that Ash was wearing and then carefully dressed him in his pyjama. The spell worked for vanishing clothes but not for putting it back on. Not correctly in any case. The boy in question was still fast asleep because of the active rune. The rune in question would begin losing power shortly. The boy could wake up very easily.

Harry took Ash into his arms and put him in his sleeping bag. Harry noted that Ash had an erection and with a smirk used a spell that would give Ash a... Very interesting dream.

While Ash was a few months younger as himself he was still fairly naïve. Including the facts of life so to speak. Harry didn't know -and didn't want to know- the details of the dream but the fact that he had an erection told him that Ash's body was at least mature enough to be having the dreams.

The spell was designed to give the receiver the most pleasant sexual dream that he could imagine. A desired partner would be chosen from his subconsciousness and the... Interactions would be provided by the spell if the receiver didn't know enough.

Unfortunately one had to be asleep before the spell could work. Otherwise he would be having very pleasant nights of his own. Harry cast a very weak privacy spell that would contain any noise within the tend but would alert him if anything entered it. Harry followed the privacy ward with several 'go away wards' and 'notice me not while going away' wards. On top of that were two additional 'nothing is of interest here' and 'you have something else to do' wards.

To break those wards required a strong mind, a desire to talk to them and of course you needed to have magic to break through them. Since there were no other mages on this planet since he had last checked all the wards together was a bit overkill.

Then why was it that Harry wanted to put up a watch? The answer was fairly simple. He -Harry- wouldn't always be with him. And if you were travelling alone -never a good idea- then you needed to be able to go without a night sleep. Or as little sleep you could manage.

Harry allowed himself to fall into a sense of meditation. This state of meditation allowed him to relax and made him hyper aware of anything and everything within a certain distance. He called that area his 'field of vision.' Right now this field of vision was only 'active' when he was meditating. But a person that had mastered it could have it active day and night and know instantly when a person meaning harm came close enough to be sensed. For a master it didn't have to be a person though. Projectiles and other harmful ways would be detected as well although it still made avoiding them incredibly difficult.

Right now his field of vision was only about ten meters in every direction. A true master could increase and decrease that distance as he wanted although it required more energy if the circle was expanded rapidly. Aside from knowing what entered his field of vision, it allowed Harry to be fully rested in no more than three hours. Less if wanted too. When Ash had discovered what he was doing he had called it cheating. He wasn't interested in doing it himself though. The fact that he was only about eight might be a big part of that decision. Harry didn't even know if Ash remembered it.

Three shifts later and both boys were breaking up camp. The five pokémon they had found were hidden in their backpack. They would get to know them later when they got past Viridian city. Hedwig was resting in her Pokéball ready for any fight if she was needed and Pikachu was perched on Ash his shoulder.

They had already covered a great part of the forest and needed only a few more days to get too Viridian city.

Three days later, edge of Viridian forest

Finally they had reached Viridian city. Its defenses were far better then pallet town but that was only logical. No normal pokémon would be able to touch the walls without them being alerted. The only exceptions being floating/flying pokémon and ghost type pokémon.

The lands around the walls were literally a mine field of traps and other dangers. It was far better to follow the main road. The road itself was wide enough for trading caravans to to through yet was designed in a way to make any attacker think twice from approaching that way. Simply cutting the steel wires wouldn't work either. The steel was designed for this exact purpose and could only be cut by a specific tool that was very hard to find.

The layers of steel wire were only the first line of defense. Mist and smoke generators mixed with paralysing powder and poison were scattered throughout the field. And it was rumoured that underground pokémon that lived underground could pop up to drag any foolish attacker underground and... Most underground pokémon digested prey half alive. Not a pretty way to go.

The safe and secure way would give the defenders all the possible advantages they could get. But since it were peaceful times, the gates were open and only a couple of guards with one pokémon trainer were sitting on their post. The pokémon trainer showed off the amount of badges he had by having an official logo and ID number that could be verified with an official Pokédex. This was to prevent cheating.

And since the logo ended with an eight it meant that this trainer had eight badges which made him experienced and not one to be underestimated.

Harry and Ash approached the post with only Pikachu trailing behind them. The guards noticed the pokémon and had it been anything but peaceful times they would have gotten all tense and ready for battle.

"Any reason why you can't have your pokémon in his ball?" One of the regular guards demanded.

"She hates her Pokéball." Ash said simply. "If she doesn't like being inside her ball than I won't force it on her. Unless she's really hurt and recalling her would save her life." The boy added as an afterthought.

"That sounds fair don't you think?" He asked the yellow mouse.

Pikachu just glared at him. "You had to bring this up now of all times?" She demanded. "We'll talk about this later Trainer."

Ash winced. Normally pokémon referred to 'their humans' as Trainer. But just like any other title, it could be said with respect and it could be said in a way that insulted. And Pikachu had just chosen the latter way of addressing her trainer.

"In the meantime, are you up for a battle?" Ash asked the mouse. Pikachu shrugged. "Sure." She agreed.

Ash turned towards the trainer. "Hey, I know that you are a lot more experienced than I am, but are you up for a friendly battle against each other? A one on one battle."

The trainer blinked a few times. "I'm sorry but did you just challenge me?" He asked politely.

"I did." The boy agreed. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything" The boy began "Should I have said it differently perhaps?"

"The trainer glanced at Harry and noted that he was pinching his nose and muttering about brats that couldn't remember anything about rules and regulations that could possibly keep your heads on your shoulders."

"While friendly battles are normally allowed, challenging an officially hired trainer is the same thing as challenging the city itself. In other words it means you challenge the city for the right to rule it." The trainer explained.

Ash just stared at the man not really knowing if he should believe it or not. "You don't believe me don't you?" The trainer sighed.

"I suppose I should introduce myself first." The man began. "My name is Brock. Before I was reassigned I was the gym leader. Now my father... Took that job over and I as the oldest son was reassigned as 'commander' of the troops of Pewter city."

"Why would your father reassign you like that?" Ash wanted to know.

Brock just shrugged. "Give me a good fight and maybe I'll answer you. I do hope that you have a different pokémon than that Pikachu though. Because if you don't..."

Ash narrowed his eyes. The only pokémon that Pikachu had a strong disadvantage at were stone pokémon.

"That narrows it down a lot. Boy am I glad that Harry found that teaching machine." Ash thought to himself.

Ash said nothing and simply moved away a little from the city walls.

Brock just shrugged. "I can see that you won't change your mind so." That said he turned to Harry. "Mind playing referee for this one?" He asked the older boy.

"Sure." Harry agreed.

"This will be a one on one battle. This is a friendly pokémon battle between challenger Ash Ketchum and Brock from Pewter city. First pokémon to be knocked unconscious loses." Harry declared.

Brock calmly chose his pokémon and send it out. 'Geodude, let's show this trainer your skills!' Brock declared simply.

'Pikachu. You know what to do." Ash told the mouse pokémon.

"Trainers... On my signal this match will begin."

'GO!' Harry added after waiting a moment.

Neither pokémon needed an order to charge the other. Geodude opened the match with literally reaching into the ground and taking a piece from it before throwing it at the mouse. Several times faster and faster until Pikachu barely knew where to go to avoid all the big stones.

Fortunately Pikachu was quick on her feet. Geodude realized that this method wasn't working so he stopped throwing stones. This was the moment that Pikachu and Ash had been waiting for.

"Pikachu use IT now!" Ash cried.

Pikachu heard the command and obeyed it immediately. Pikachu increased his speed that was commonly called a quick attack and followed it up by his iron tail that was very effective against rock types. It was the only 'steel' move that a Pikachu could learn easily.

The Geodude was caught off guard and was too later to put up a defense. Geodude was slammed against the wall of the city but barely made a dent into it.

"Confuse him with your double team and follow that up with another quick attack!" Ash instructed the mouse when Ash noted that Pikachu was just watching his opponent.

Pikachu shrugged internally. Why not? Pikachu used his double team which made it appear that there were a dozen of him but only one was the real thing. The Geodude was still trying to recover from the iron tail. Seeing a dozen of that same mouse that had hurt him so made Geodude very angry. 'Geodude!' It cried out angrily.

But anger made anyone sloppy and ineffective. That was why when Pikachu charged the stone pokémon with a quick attack it knocked him out completely.

Pikachu was breathing hard. Using iron tail and her constant moving on such high speeds took a lot out of her stamina.

"Geodude is out cold. Pikachu is the winner!" Harry declared proudly. Brock recalled the pokémon with a slight frown on his face. "I suppose I shouldn't have underestimated you. But where did you get the TM for iron tail? Those things are really expensive and neither of you seem to be those typical rich snobs."

"I suppose we just got lucky." Ash told him. Brock allowed himself to smile. "Even though you defeated my Geodude, you shouldn't get too cocky. Geodude was my weakest pokémon and while I'm not in the best relation with my dad he won't be defeated as easily as I was." Brock told Ash.

"Had this been an official match I could have awarded him with a badge. But since it was just a friendly fight I can't do that. And since father took control of the gym... I find it very interesting that Pikachu knew what to do though. Only pokémon with a strong bond with their trainer don't need many instructions. It is only when a pokémon is hesitating when their opponent seems to be down that a trainer tends to give instructions. Father won't be as easy as I am though. And since Geodude was my weakest..." Brock shook his head to clear it.

"You are free to enter the city. I suggest you get some rest in the pokémon centre though. A good nights rest should be the only thing your Pikachu needs. I will show you where the pokémon centre is so come!" Brock said after watching the mouse pokémon closely.

"How do you know that?" Ash asked Brock.

"I want to be a pokémon breeder." Brock told him. "And to be a good breeder you need to recognize various signs of any pokémon. Signs of tiredness or when they show hints they are preparing themselves for breeding season. Or perhaps when they are making themselves ready to charge anything within their territory." Brock explained.

"Unfortunately that's also the reason why my father reassigned me as commander. He doesn't see -or doesn't want to see- the advantages that a pokémon breeder can bring to the city. Home bred pokémon listen to human commands a lot easier than pokémon raised in the wild." Brock continued.

"But since we have reached the centre I will continue my history another time."Brock finished. And before Harry or Ash could say anything he had vanished into the thick crowds of pewter city.

"That was interesting." Harry mused.

"How so?" Ash wanted to know.

"He didn't say it outright, but we might find another ally in that man. If we do it right, we might convince him to join us to learn more about pokémon and for him to become a better pokémon breeder. The fact that he has a gym means he has an underground facility to store caught pokémon and to let them out regularly. He doesn't have to pay the high fee's a normal trainer would pay." Harry explained.

Chapter END

This chapter was edited fairly heavily. I think I might fuse the last two chapter together, depending on how big they get.