Chapter 1: Herald "Harry" the Fletchling

It had been a year since Harry was reborn into this world. It was quite the surprise for Harry to finally become aware and notice he was an egg. If he could have he would have screamed at Death. Instead, he pouted as much as he could in the state he had been in. It was rather boring after a while though, just being in an egg and waiting to be hatched.

It wasn't all bad though. His mother in this world took the time to tell him the lore of this world, at least from the perspective of pokemon, and learn what exactly he was. From her, he learned much of the instincts and intricacies that came with being what he was. The story that took his interest the most was the legend about Yveltal and Xerneas. The pang that he had felt in what he assumed was where his heart was told him he would have to seek out Yveltal at some point after hatching. He had both dreaded and anticipated it. The legend itself went along the lines of this:

In the time after Creator Arceus hatched and created the universe and the deities that would govern the aspects of nature in the universe, Mother Mew wanted to see other creatures inhabit the large and empty universe, so she created her first children. However, her children could not have the same level of power as the nigh on immortal deities as that would cause chaos and imbalance to occur, as well as the fact that said children would need an environment full of life in order to flourish. So, Creator Arceus created two deities that would govern Life and Death and had several deities create a world in which the pokemon would live. The Stag of Life Xerneas would bring Life into the world and have it flourish in the form of plants and creatures, which would allow pokemon to flourish. The Winged Reaper of Death Yveltal would bring balance and Death into the world so that old life would eventually die to leave room for new life to grow. Thus Balance had been set and Mother Mew could create the pokemon.

However, when the Stag of Life watched the first of the life it created die, his grief was terrible and drove the deity mad. He went after the Winged Reaper and viciously attacked him. With a heavy heart, the Winged Reaper attacked back, retaliating and trying to subdue the grief ridden and enraged Stag. The resulting battle ended in the Reaper being victorious, but terrible hurt and sad, and the Stag being wounded badly as well as unconscious. Creator Arceus saw this and wished to give the two rest and time to heal, but the duties they upheld were vital. The Winged Reaper had an idea when told of the dilemma and said

"Turn the two of us into dormant forms and set us somewhere that we in such helpless forms will be protected. It is our presence which can uphold our duties while we are indisposed. It should allow Xerneas to grieve, regain sanity, and allow the both of up to be healed when we awaken." he said.

Creator Arceus saw the wisdom of this idea and did as suggested. The Winged Reaper of Death was turned into a cocoon and sent to one of the entrances of the Distortion World that was connected to the World of Pokemon and guarded by the fierce Guardian of the Dead Giratina, who guards the Path to the Afterlife as that was what the Distortion world was. The Stag of Life was turned into a tree and sent to the Spring of Life which was frequented by Mother Mew when she visited the world. Thus the two deities were dormant, and the Age of Creation ended.

A stretch of time afterwards, he had assumed it was a week after hearing the legend of Yveltal and Xerneas, the time for him to hatch had arrived. His egg shell had glowed and his mother sung encouragingly for him to hatch. Some instinct soon took him over and a rush of energy flowed through him. In a blinding flash of light he felt the confining space of the egg fade away. When the light faded Harry observed his surroundings, taking joy in the fact he had wings because he always enjoyed flying in his old life. His mother named him Herald as he looked around. The name was because of the mark on his forehead and the interesting pattern on his breast feathers. Thus started his new life.

After taking a month to learn how to fly, hunt, and fight from his mother, which had been an embarrassing endeavor when one took into account his past life, his mother left to the mountains and he decided to see what the humans, towns, and world was like from the human perspective. That took the better part of three months, through which he had learned how to survive in the change of seasons and stay away from new trainers who would like a Fletchling, which was what he was. He also learned he was unique among Fletchlings by having emerald green eyes, a white lightning bolt shaped mark on his forehead, and the mark of the Deathly Hallows on his breast. Even in this life he was marked out to be a special snowflake in appearance. He was also in for a life full of challenges.

For instance, his first battle that was not a spar with his mother was actually due to his interest in learning. He had been eating a few Oran berries that he had found in an effort to have enough energy to explore the nearby town when a Zigzagoon decided it could bully the berries from him. No matter how old Harry had gotten, he had never really let go of his intense dislike of bullies. So the Zigzagoon had decided to attack him. It charged at him with a Tackle, intending to knock him away. It was surprised when Harry took to the air to dodge it, before the thing hit the tree trunk that had been behind Harry. Having taken advantage of the other's dazed state from ramming full tilt into a tree and having a fit of brilliance, Harry dove at it swiftly in a Quick Attack and Tackle combo. The result had been that he knocked the raccoon pokemon out in a single attack. The idea of the combination move came from his previous life in the form of knowledge on chain casting spells, which he had become a specialist in due to his huge amount of magic and fast reflexes. He saw how most pokemon used only one move at time and decided that that was inefficient. It was quite the fast paced lesson however, and had sparked a curiosity of what else Harry could do with his attacks and maneuvers.

Unfortunately for Harry, the first flare of the infamous Potter-luck that had plagued him in his previous life had occurred soon after the Zigzagoon fight, he had somehow attracted the attention of a Litleo that was hungry for Fletchling, and himself was searching for a place to rest after the battle. The resulting chase ended up in the town he had wanted to explore, which held a school for aspiring trainers. As his luck dictated for him, one of the windows on the building was opened just enough for him to slip through and cause the Litleo to bang against the glass. The thing was certainly stubborn though and settled itself in to wait for him to come out. Consequently, Harry was stuck until it went away. While he waited, he listened to the history lesson that was going on and learned that, in this world, there had been a few wars that occurred in the decades before he was reborn into the world. It was almost sunset when Harry could leave the building, and it was only because a teacher noticed his plight took pity on him and opened one of the higher windows so that he could get out.

Harry was broken out of his musings of the past when he felt a tugging sensation in his chest. That must be the way Death will guide me he thought. Taking off from his perch he let the tugging sensation guide him and said what he tentatively thought of as a temporary goodbye to Kalos. It took several months of flying at a grueling pace over various regions, only taking stops for food, water, and rest. After flying many miles on small wings he saw the shape of Kanto and its neighbor Johto, the tugging guided him towards a specific town in Kanto. Things are going to get interesting, aren't they he thought.

It took a few hours of battling headwinds before Harry flew down to the wooded area by the rural town that the tugging had guided him to. After taking a few moments to rest he took off to see why he had to come here. The tugging had him fly to the roof of a house. Having not seen anything at the front of the house to explain why the tug brought him here, he decided to look at the back garden. What he saw nearly had him slipping off the edge of the roof in shock.

In the garden was the thirteen year old Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior, helping a brown haired woman in a pink shirt tend to her vegetables. When Death said that a potential mass murderer would help me stay near the child hero, I didn't think it would have been Riddle he thought, shocked nearly out of all his wits. Nor did I ever think that I would ever see him act so friendly towards another human being. He was so out of it he almost didn't notice the black haired boy that soon joined them. The sudden surge of warmth that Harry felt at the sight of the boy jolted him out of the stupor he had fallen into. Faintly, Harry thought he heard some disconcerting laughter in the back of his head, which made him think of Death for some reason. Shaking his head at the thought, Harry took off from the roof and went to search for an easily defended place so that he could process what he saw and sleep for a night. Something in his gut told him that this wouldn't be the last surprise he would encounter, not after encountering both Riddle and the hero of a child he was supposed to watch over so close to each other.

Harry spent a few hours looking and thinking, finally deciding on a spot in a tree outside of a building with multiple stories, a windmill, and a large paddock with various vegetation in the back. There he settled on one of the highest branches close to the tree and sat there, mind whirling like a tornado. This is going to be a long night, isn't it he thought with despair, just perfect after a several month long journey with few stops. With that sarcastic thought, Harry settled in for the night, dreading what else he'll have to deal with in the coming days.

The next morning saw Harry flying slowly around the town. His time spent thinking gave him the conclusion that the Riddle that he saw was more than likely an alternate version of the boy who grew up to be Voldemort back in his old world. He decided, even though it would be difficult to separate the two, that he would give the boy the benefit of the doubt until he gave reason to think otherwise. The next thing he had to decide upon is on how to get Riddle as a companion to follow the black haired boy on a journey. A few more increasingly smaller circles around town had him finally decide to just land in front of Riddle and hope that he had the same academic curiosity that Voldemort had when he was younger. After all, it wasn't everyday that you encountered a Fletchling in Kanto.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Also a thank you for the reviews. I hope this chapter answered some questions.

The legend I typed up in the beginning was spawned from thinking on how to tie together the legends that are known in the anime and the little piece of information that Death gave Harry in the Prologue, about how the Legendary Pokemon were deities and had a portion of the Entities' powers corresponding to what they were made to do. Hopefully it will flesh this world out a little bit.

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or Pokemon.