Hi everyone. Here's the third chapter. Sorry for the late update. Enjoy reading.

I do not own Pokémon/Harry Potter in any way!

The tailor seemed nice. I trusted him. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me out the door, onto the sidewalk.

"Ready?" the man asked me although he probably knew I wasn't sure what to be ready for.

I shrugged in reply.

The tailor, or should I call him, The Crazy Wizard, pulled out the black stick from his pocket again. With a sudden jerk, he waved the stick going upwards and stopped. Suddenly, there appeared a vivid purple bus out of the black of the night. Or was it a bus? It was so tall, it was hard to believe. Yes, it was a bus. As it came to a halt inches before us, I saw labeled on it was 'Knight Bus'. The door slid open, and there stood a guy about Reggie's age.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus," he said in a professional manner. He went on saying something really long and boring, reading from a piece of paper, though I wasn't really paying attention. Meanwhile, the tailor whispered in my ear, "When you get there," he hissed, "meet me in front of a shop called 'Pickled Eyeball'."

I just looked at him. He looked back.

"Don't forget, boy," he advised me. "Remember, 'The Pickled Eyeball'." He looked at me with desperate eyes and once again repeated. "The Pickled Eyeball."

The purple-uniformed man of the 'Knight Bus' finally finished talking and stepped aside to let me in. The bus inside was very strange. Instead of seats, there were dozens of beds, each containing a sleeping or groaning person. The man led me to a bed near the front of the bus.

"Chu' wanna free toofbrush?" he asked as he placed six toothbrushes in front of me. Three of them were grey, one was black, one was pink, and one was white. The black one looked as if it had already been used since there were strings of hair in it, so I chose a grey one.

"Hit it Ern!" the giver of the toothbrush called out to the driver. I felt a sudden a whoosh of air as I fell backwards onto the bed. The bus driver turned on the radio. Or at least that's what I thought until I realized the radio was singing by itself. Many people on the other beds groaned and covered there ears. I only caught a few words of what the radio was saying as it sang loudly in rap.

"Oh those muggles and squibs,
Trapped like babies in cribs.
They're like bugs in a stew.
Don't know what they do..."

I just lay on the bed awkwardly. What else was I supposed to do? I then noticed that the guy in the purple uniform was still standing by my bed, just staring at me with his mouth slightly open. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows. He continued to stare.

"What?" I asked staring back at him.

He gave the most craziest response.

"Your hair is purple!" he cried astonished.

"Hn," I said awkwardly. "So?"

"Can I touch it?"

"No."

"C'mon. Jus—" But then he stopped asking. He probably figured by my expression that I was not going to change my mind.

After a few stops on the Knight Bus, I was the only one left on, and the man finally asked where I wanted to go.

"Knockturn Alley," I told the driver. The driver gasped, and the purple uniform guy stared at me even harder. His mouth was fully open now. His eyes widened fearfully.

"W-why?" he stuttered. "Why ou' of all places, tha' place?"

The driver's grasp tightened on the steering wheel, and he shuddered. The radio hushed its voice and started singing a horror song something about the haunts of the dark alleys.

I looked at the guy in the purple uniform, then at the driver, hoping that someone would tell me what was going on.

"Only once before we had to drive somebody there," whispered the driver, staring straight ahead. "T'was horrible." The driver looked as if he was going to choke. "T'was horrible!"

I just stood there.

"Umm, but can you please drive me there?" I asked. "I need to get some important stuff."

The driver looked as if he were about to faint. I could tell he was trying to look brave, although there was a hint of fright on his face. He took a deep breath.

"Let's get this over with," he mumbled. Once again, I felt a whoosh of air and fell back in bed. I was just wondering, though, how could the young man remain standing when we were going at such speed. Maybe magic?

It took a while before we finally reached there. The bus stopped just in front of a wooden sign that read 'Welcome to Knockturn Alley!' painted in what looked horribly like dark blood. Fog floated creepily around the alley, making everything hard to see. I didn't see any people, only one tall dark shadow.

"'Ere we are," the guy in the purple uniform said.

"Get off, so we can drive back to safety before anything happens," the driver said sternly, referring to himself and the other guy. As soon as I touched my feet to the ground, the bus sped off and, as fast as lightning, disappeared into thin air.

I was all alone now. Even the big shadow had disappeared. I slowly started walking with my head down through the misty fog, off to find 'The Pickled Eyeball'. Off to find the shop in front of which the tailor had told me to meet him. I felt goosebumps prickle up my neck.

"Welcome to Knockturn Alley, kid," I heard somebody rasp. As I looked up, I couldn't stop staring at the face.

The person's wrinkled face was covered in deep scars. His sunken eyes stared at me without blinking, and I could see red veins stretch across his eyes like lightning. His teeth had black stains on them, and his face was unbelievably pale. His almost-bald head contained few tufts of white hair sticking out of random spots. I wanted to get away from this creepy man! I ran off, glancing at the signs to find the shop I was looking for. Pushing through a crowd of weird people, I stopped at a clearing.

I had finally found it. Panting and sweating despite the chilly weather, I walked just in front of the door to catch my breath.

Once again, I saw a glimpse of the enormous shadow I had seen. This time, it seemed bigger. Taller than the shop. Was it some type of rare Pokemon? I didn't have time to think, though. A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Haha. A little boy all alone in the alley," said a taunting voice behind me.

I felt relieved to see that this man looked more like a normal human, compared to the other people I had passed. The guy had light blue hair and green eyes, and was wearing an ugly grey get-up with a cool-looking yellow 'G' on the front. He was the least of my concerns at the moment, though. I turned back around, but unfortunately, thanks to the guy who had distracted me, the shadow had disappeared again. I turned back around and sighed. What did he want?

"Ahem. Allow me to introduce myself," continued the dude with a touch of arrogance in his voice. "My name is Boiteux Gars. A dashing member of the Team Galactic. I recently joined, and it's a great honour to everyone!"

"Hn," I said, barely paying attention to whatever he had just said.

"Stop trying to make my life miserable!" exclaimed Boiteux. "Don't think you're better than me because you're not!" He stuck his nose in the air in a childish manner.

I rolled my eyes. Before, the man could start talking again, another man appeared. I recognized him at once. It was that tailor, and he was wearing that crazy suit too now.

"Alas, you have returned!" he laughed. "Allow me to introduce myself."

"I already know who you are," I interrupted. "You're a crazy tailor wearing a hideous get-up. What else is there to know?"

The man looked slightly annoyed, but forced an airy laugh. His expression suddenly changed into a hard one.

"Being a tailor is just my cover job," he said darkly. "I am actually Flippant Coussin, the new leader of Team Galactic. Dare come near or disappear!"

"We actually made our own song about the team!" explained Boiteux arrogantly. "Here's how it goes!" The man cleared his throat. "Dare come near or disappear! We're Team Galactic! Do you hear? We're the evil guys you should fear! Prepare to fight if—" The man was cut off by his boss.

"Yes. Yes. It's a really nice song," sighed Flippant. "Alas, Paul. You've just fallen into my trap dear boy!"

"Uh-huh," I said. This guy was weirder than I thought.

Flippant pulled out a poké-ball.

"Shall we have a battle?" the boss smirked.

I put my hands in my pocket and felt around. Aw shoot! I didn't bring any Pokémon with me! The only things I had in my pocket were a revive, a super potion, a great ball, a pokéball, and a master ball I had actually found in Reggie's so-called 'treasure box' while he was sleeping last night.

Flippant scoffed. "Hah! No Pokémon, eh? Guess you'll have to fight without them!"

Out came a Golbat.

Now what? I thought.

Just then, as if reading my thoughts, the huge shadow appeared again, but this time, it was clearly in view. I recognized it at once. A Giratina.

In my free time back home, I often liked to research about rare legendary Pokémon and I was positive this was it!

Neither Flippant nor Boiteux saw what I saw. I had an idea. It was stupid, but it was worth a try. I pulled out my master ball, and with my best aim, I threw it at the Giratina. This was my only hope. Both members of Team Galactic looked rather perplexed. They both turned around at the same time. The ball shook, and it shook, and finally, it was caught!

Oh cool. My first legendary. It must be strong. My confidence rose. Unfortunately, just when I grabbed the master ball containing Giratina, a huge hand grabbed me and pulled me back. I stuffed the ball in my pocket and looked up.

It was disgusting.

There stood a huge man, ten times bigger than any normal man. His face was covered in tangled black hair, beard, and mustache. He wore a thick brown coat with many huge pockets. I just stared.

"Name's Hagrid," introduced the man. "Now what you boy doin' 'ere? Secon' boy found alone in Knocker' Alley!"

I didn't know what to say.

"I need to get my supplies," I mumbled.

"Supplies?! 'Ere?"exclaimed Hagrid as he started dragging me away from the alley. "You get yer supplies in Diagon Alley, silly!"

Luckily, the giant seemed to be in a good mood.

"But then what were you doing here?" I was tempted to ask.

"Oh, me?" chuckled the man. "I jus' came ter get an eye o' newt from the Pickled Eyeball! Yer see, I'm helpin' these three kind witches in makin' some potion. They say it's fer a man who needs power!" Then he added, "They have the lovelies' singin' voices too. So sweet!"

Was putting newt eyes in potions normal here? I wondered.

The man lead me to another place. This place seemed much more brighter than the last. He basically shoved me into a little building labeled Leaky Cauldron.

"Thi' is where you sleep," he said. I went and sat on a chair as Hagrid went to ask which room I could stay in. Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the chair. It had been a tiring day...

To be continued...

Third chapter finally finished! Once again, sorry for the late update! But hey, guess what? I decided that I'll make a fun facts about the story section at the end of the story! Here are the fun facts of this story:

1) Boiteaux Gars means lame guy in French.

2) Flippant Coussin means creepy cushion in French.

3) For those of you who have read Macbeth, you might have an idea which three witches Hagrid was getting the eye of newt for. ;p

And those are the facts for today! R&R and have a magical day!