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Story revised as of 6/25/24. Decided to cut out Harry being reborn as someone new and just drop him straight into the Pokemon world as he is!
|A NEW WORLD|
Harry woke up in the grass.
He hadn't been awake five seconds, and already he could tell his new life was off to a rubbish start. For starters, he woke up to raindrops splattering against his face. Thankfully, it was just a few drops, but still—what the hell?
Yet, it wasn't just the discomfort of the rain that bothered him; the cool touch of grass beneath him sparked a fleeting panic. For a heart-stopping second, he worried that everything in King's Cross had been a dream—that his conversation with Sirius, his decision to board the train, him snogging Death had all been in his head, and he was back in the Forbidden Forest, waiting for Voldemort. But as he sat up, blinking away the rain, he quickly realized that this wasn't the case.
Grateful to see that Death hadn't lied and that she hadn't cruelly sent him back to that grim scene, Harry took in his new surroundings. He wasn't where he had died; that much was clear. He was sitting beside a long dirt road peppered with small puddles. The road cut right through a massive, grassy field, surrounded by looming trees. The setting was tranquil, almost picturesque, except for the grey clouds that grumbled overhead, threatening more rain.
It was clear he wasn't in the Wizarding World anymore—or at least not any part of it he recognized. He took a deep breath, and even the air tasted different. Fresher was the only way he could describe it, nothing like the damp, oppressive atmosphere of the forest he'd last walked through.
Standing, Harry noticed his clothes were somehow dry despite the drizzle, but he could already feel them starting to get wet. and surveyed the area more closely. The road was muddy, churned by what looked like the passage of people on foot rather than cars. This observation alone was enough to tell him he was definitely not in Surrey anymore.
Harry's mind raced as he tried to piece together where he might be. Death had mentioned reincarnation, so he expected to wake up as a baby in the hospital, was hoping for it really. He had not wanted to spend nine months in the womb and go through the process of being birthed.
Suddenly, a loud commotion caught his attention. Harry looked up to see a flock of bird-like creatures erupting from the nearby woods, screeching as they took to the sky.
"Are those...Pidgey?" he muttered in disbelief, "But that's impossible. Pokémon aren't real..."
Patting his pockets, he found the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone. So that's why my clothes are dry, Harry reached up and took the Cloak draped around his shoulders off.
Of course, he still had the Deathly Hallows. He was the Master of Death now.
In his other pocket, he found a strange device resembling a futuristic muggle phone. It was more like an orange brick with a camera bulb at the top corner and he knew exactly what it was. He had been using one in the Pokémon video games since he started playing them, and Dudley used to have a toy version as a kid that Harry had snagged from the bin when the big lump got bored of it.
He flicked it open like a book, and on the screen was a map being displayed.
I can't believe this...
Because there was a bright blue dot showing his location, and he was right in the middle of a long tan line labeled Route 1. To his south was a red square labeled Pallet Town and to the north was another: Viridian City.
Quickly closing down my map, he was greeted by a user interface that looked straight out of the Pokémon games he'd played as a kid. Shaking his head in disbelief, Harry took a moment to gather his thoughts. Was this real? Was he dreaming? Or had he somehow been transported into the world of Pokémon. If so, why? Was this Death's idea of a new adventure?
He quickly found the trainer profile tab, and Harry couldn't help but laugh—a loud, disbelieving chuckle that echoed in the open air. "This is mad," he said to no one in particular. "Utterly and completely mad."
There was a picture of him, unruly black hair, glasses, and even his scar. Underneath the picture was the basic information about him.
Trainer: Harry Potter
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hometown: Paniola Town
Region: Kanto
Pokémon: Hedwig
Wait!
I have a Pokémon!
The realization hit Harry like a bolt of lightning. He stuffed the pokédex back in his pocket and checked again to see if he missed a miniaturized Pokéball, but he came up empty.
"Where is it?" Harry wondered, looking around.
He raised the Elder Wand.
"Accio Hedwig's Pokéball!"
Harry waited, every fiber of him hoping, praying…and then he heard it, speeding through the air behind him; he turned and saw a torn-up backpack hurtling towards him out of the grass, soaring straight at him and stopping dead in midair beside him. One of the straps was broken and there were dozens of little scratches and holes, like something small had been trying to tear it open.
He unzipped the zipper and sitting at the bottom of the bag was a small group of shiny red and white balls sitting inside.
One...two...three...four...five...six!
Harry had played nearly all of the Pokémon games so he knew for a fact that five was the amount of empty pokéballs given to any new trainer in every game after FireRed and LeafGreen.
The sixth ball held a trainer's starter Pokémon.
He started grabbing pokéballs and opening them; Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty again!
Harry was reaching for the sixth and last ball, when an an angry chirping noise pierced the air, coming from the direction where he summoned his bag. He heard the sound of wings beating furiously, another shriek of rage, and years of survival instinct had him spinning around to find a bird dive-bombing at him, its beak glowing white.
The bird was fast, and it was only Harry's reflexes from years of Quidditch, and fighting dark wizards that let him roll out of the way to avoid losing an eye. Even then, he still felt the whoosh of air as talons swiped near his face. A sharp pain stabbed his cheek where the talons managed to graze him.
Harry scrambled up and raised the Elder Wand to defend himself. He blinked in shock. Fluttering a dozen feet away, with its cream belly and brown feathers, was an actual Pidgey.
Its pink beak opened in a fierce cry.
"You've gotta be kidding…" Harry muttered, disbelief coloring my voice.
The Pidgey's wings started to glow. That was not good. Harry's mind raced trying to guess which attack it was using. Wing Attack? Steel Wing?
Did it even matter? He remembered in the show even the smallest bird-like Pokémon smashing huge rocks.
If that thing hit him, his new life was going to be a short one.
Pidgey let out another angry squawk. Its wings beat hard, whipping up a gust behind it. In a flash, it shot at him like a bullet. Before he could hit the Pokémon with a Stunning Spell, the sixth pokéball burst open unexpectedly. A beam of red light shot out, forming a barrier between Harry and the attacking Pidgey. The light quickly took shape in the air, materializing into a creature with snowy white feathers and two large red eyes.
The two bird-like Pokémon collided in a flurry of feathers and harsh cries. The aerial skirmish was brief; the owl's superior size and strength quickly overpowered the smaller bird. She caught the Pidgey in her talons, an iron grip that left no room for escape and flung the smaller Pokémon to the ground.
Harry lowered the Elder Wand, watching as the Pidgey let out a final indignant shriek before taking flight, disappearing quickly into the safety of the nearby woods.
Hoothoot turned towards him and he saw it clearly.
"Hedwig?" Harry breathed out, hardly daring to believe it.
But he knew, deep down, that it was her. Even though the Hoothoot's shape was completely different from Hedwig's old body, the way she tilted her head, and the intelligent glint in her red eyes—all pointed to the same conclusion; Death hadn't been lying when she said he wouldn't be alone.
Hedwig was here with him.
"So you're a Pokémon now, huh?"
Hedwig hooted softly, flapping her stubby wings to flutter over and land gracefully on his shoulder.
Harry laughed, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. Here he was, in what seemed to be the Pokémon world, his dead owl reincarnated as a Pokémon. It was bizarre, unbelievable, and yet, here they were.
"Looks like we're in this together, huh?" he said, reaching out to gently stroke her soft, white feathers. "You and me, just like before."
Hedwig dipped her head, nibbling playfully on his ear as she had so many times before.
Harry didn't know how or why he ended up in the Pokémon world of all places. But, that didn't matter. His friend was here, different, but here, with him now, that was all that mattered.
He packed the empty pokéballs back into the backpack, securing Hedwig's ball at his belt. "Alright, Hedwig, it seems we have a whole new world to explore," he said, feeling the weight of the Elder Wand in his other pocket. "Let's see what kind of Pokémon trainer I can be."
With Hedwig perched securely on his shoulder, Harry set off down Route 1 leading to Viridian City.
Hedwig is a Hoothoot!
Crystal Do2: Never would have even thought about having Hedwig as a Pokemon without your review!
Thanks for reading!
