A low growling sound and stomping were what Harry awoke to. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a little bit angry and weary, but they were overshadowed by confusion at what was going on.

He was in a bed looking at a blurry blue ceiling, sunlight pouring in through a window if the brightness of the room was anything to go by.

"Easy I'm not going to harm him, I only came in to check and see if he was still sleeping." Said a gruff male voice as the growling continued.

Harry heard the growling become softer, but it didn't stop, strangely, he felt his anger and wariness start to lessen a bit.

"Huh?" Harry let out a noise of confusion, at the weird feeling, catching the attention of the others in the room.

"Ah, so you're awake," said the male voice again, " you've been asleep for quite some time young man."

Harry slowly sat up in bed, and instinctively reached for his glasses, looking for the person, but stopped part way when he both, registered what he was seeing, and that he couldn't find his glasses. He could see the blurred image of a man with white hair and a mustache standing a few feet from the bed looking at him. What shocked him was the fact that even though the image was distorted as it was, it was much clearer than what he should have been able to see without his glasses.

He turned, looking at the nightstand, but when not seeing his glasses on the dark brown surface , he started looking around a bit frantically.

"On the windowsill." The man said, watching patiently.

Harry turned and looked at the window on the wall that the bed was pressed against, and sitting on the windowsill were his glasses next to a case.

"Thank you." Said the green eyed teen putting his glasses on, but once he did instead of everything becoming clear everything seemed to become even more distorted.

"What?" He questioned himself quietly taking his glasses off and putting them back on before removing them again and inspecting them, internally becoming a bit panicked over the situation. Waking up in a strange place with a stranger and something growling, miraculously having his vision improved, though still unable to see properly, and now his glasses for some reason were making his vision worse instead of better. It was a lot to take in, so much so that he didn't notice the growling getting louder or that the angry mistrustful feeling was starting to slowly rise along with his distress.

"Try the ones in the case," the man spoke again, his voice was calm and even but it also sounded like he was waiting to see if something would happen.

Harry picked up the case and opened it, inside was a pair of black half rim rectangular eyeglasses. Harry was shocked when, after putting them on everything came into focus, becoming much clearer than he had ever remembered seeing before in his life. Looking over to the man, he had white ,slightly, spiked hair, mutton chops and a mustache, he was wearing a white lab coat over a white shirt and brown tie.

Harry when to open his mouth when he felt a nudge and the side of the bed dip next to him.

When he turned he came face-to-face with a very large mouth of pointed teeth.

He couldn't help the scream that escaped his lips as he jerked back and slammed himself against the window seal and wall on the opposite side of the bed.

"Ty!?" The, whatever it was, jerked back in surprise at Harry's outburst.

Now that it was further back Harry got a better look at the creature. It resembled a miniature tyrannosaurus rex, brown in color with a white mane of pointed out fur on its neck and a cream-colored jaw with orange nubby spikes on its head and one on its stubby tail. With its hunched over posture it looked like it would come up to about Harrys chin in height, but was much larger in width, Harry would probably only be able to wrap his arms halfway around its head.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Harry questioned breathless, breathing deeply, still pressed against the wall.

Then looking around briefly asked "And where am I?"

"It's called a Tyrunt." The man stated, drawing the attention back to himself, Harry only briefly flicking his eyes over towards the man before training them on the sharp toothed creature in front of him while the Tyrunt turned and made another growling noise.

Harry once again felt the mistrustful angry feeling, only instead of feeling it like a pin prick in the back of his mind now it seemed to be radiating off the dinosaur shaped creature in front of him.

"Is it dangerous?" He asked, nervous at being so close to something that could chomp him from head to elbow, when he could tell it was upset.

" I don't think you have anything to worry about, in fact it took it upon itself to stand guard over you while you were sleeping. It's been growling in warning if it believed someone was getting too close to you." He answered reassuringly.

" As to where you are, you're in my research laboratory just outside of Sandgem town in the Sinnoh region. Though I'm more interested in where you came from young man."

"Research laboratory, what kind of research?" Harry asked, wide-eyed and turning to face the man, wondering if maybe he thought he was some kind of alien or something.

"Pokemon research." Was the answer he got, once more from the tone of his voice it seemed like he was waiting for something.

At the word "Pokemon" Harry gasped slightly, the image of the star-shaped Pokemon popping into his head.

"Like Jirachi?" He asked. At that question the man's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

" So Augustine was telling the truth, I didn't doubt his source but to hear confirmation is astounding. You really were brought to this world by the legendary Pokemon Jirachi." The man said in amazement.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but he wasn't sure what to say. The man took a step forward but stopped when Tyrunt let out another growl, crouching slightly and looking pointedly at the man.

Again Harry could feel something radiating off the Pokemon, but this time it was a bit harder to tell what it was, it didn't feel like anger this time it was more like, fear or uncertainty.

Tentatively, with much more confidence that it wasn't angry or upset with him, Harry slowly reached out a hand hovering slightly over the Pokemons large head.

"Easy," He said quietly, catching the Tyrunts attention, "its okay." He slowly brought his hand gently on to the top of its head.

The instant Harry's hand made contact he was hit with the same feelings of fear and uncertainty he felt coming off the Pokemon. Only it felt hollow like he was remembering the emotions instead of feeling it at that moment.

Harry tensed up and retracted his hand when the feeling hit, but right when he did the Tyrunt turned and looked at him and the fear Harry could still feel radiating off it changed.

"Ty Ty Tyrunt?" It didn't feel scared and angry like it had been before, now it seemed scared and sad.

He wasn't sure how or why but guessed that the Tyrunt probably believed he was upset with it. Taking a second to brace himself he reached his hand out again and put it on the T-Rex shaped Pokemons head, once again getting hit with loud echoes of emotion, and started to try and reassure the Pokemon.

"No no no, its okay it's okay," he said, in his best soothing voice, stroking its head.

As he did so he felt the Tyrant start to calm down, the worry and sadness leaving it, he smiled as he seen the creatures face relax in relief.

Once it was completely calm, Harry could feel a spark of what felt like embarrassment, it shook his hand off of it's head, and started to quickly trudge out of the room. It did stop to give one last look between Harry and the man, who had been watching the whole time in silence, before leaving the room.

"That was quite impressive, calming a Pokemon down the way you did," The man praised, bringing Harry's attention back to him.

He walked over to the bed , pulling the chair out from the desk, that Harry just noticed was in the room, and taking a seat facing the youth in the bed.

"I believe introductions are in order, my name is Professor Bradley Rowan."

Harry looked apprehensively around the room, not really sure how to feel about the whole situation or if it was a good idea to tell the professor anything. On one hand he might think Harry was some sort of alien or threat to their world and might have him locked up or experiment on him. But when he heard that he really had been brought over by Jirachi he hadn't seemed scared or upset just intrigued and maybe a little awestruck.

Then he remembered Jirachis parting words to him; ' this is your fresh start, your wish granted'

This was his new life and he didn't think Jirachi would grant his wish only for him to end up stuck as some unwilling test subject. So making a decision Harry turned to face the professor not quite able to keep the uncertain look off his face but managed to offer a tentative smile.

"I'm Harry." He offered, receiving a nod.

"Now I believe we have quite a bit to discuss."

Harry walked down a hallway of the lab, an encyclopedia of the Pokemon in the Sinnoh region clutched to his chest, having come from a lesson/assisting around the lab.

It hadn't taken very long for Harry to get into a type of pattern, he had been living at the research lab for a little over a week.

The professor had told him during their first conversation, that he would be living there with him as he started to learn and get accustomed to this new world, seeing as Harry didn't have any where else to go. Harry had been some what right when he thought Professor Rowan might see him as some piece of research material, but not in the way he had feared.

As it turned out Professor Rowan was more interested in Harry's interactions with Jirachi then he was about Harry's former world. Apparently the most researchers had to go on about the mythical Pokemon were just that, myths and legends. It was a whole new discovery to find out that Jirachi had the power to contact people from other worlds. Though he didn't mention the word magic, Harry had explained that a very few percent of the people of his world had a type of energy and it had been because of it he was able to survive being teleported into the Pokemon world. This had greatly intrigued Professor Rowan as well as the other professors he had been introduced to via video phone.

In the first few days Harry had met Professor's Silverstar, Sycamore, Oak, Ivy, Elm, Birch, Juniper(both father and daughter), Kukui, and Burnet and had basically given each of them the same explanation he had given Professor Rowan. They had all been astonished to hear his tale and had many questions most of which Harry couldn't answer. To his surprise they didn't seem to interested in his world, there had been a few questions asked about where he'd come from but those questions had had more to do with Jirachi's actions in the world than to do with the world itself.

Harry had to explain about the Triwizard Tournament and how he ended up being forced to participate, though he had been very careful to leave out any magical aspects of his story, as well as how his life had been in danger every year he had been at his school. All the professors had been shocked and horrified that he would have had to participate in a contest that probably would have killed him. He had also with great reluctance gave them the very, bare minimum of the story of how he had been orphaned at a young age. He told the professors that he had been attacked by one of the people of his world whom had tried to use the energy of their world to try and kill him, after murdering his parents, and ended up leaving a significant portion of power dormant inside of his scar which, apparently, had been released when Jirachi brought him over, allowing him to survive the transfer.

After that the professors had mainly questioned him about the sensation he felt during each portion of the transfer. He had also had to describe for them, in great detail, Jirachis physical appearance, apparently no one in recent history had been able to document anything about the Pokemons physical appearance, Professor Oak had even drawn up a surprisingly accurate picture of the steel/psychic type from Harry's description.

Harry had also been learning about the Pokemon world in general, he was being taught by Professor Rowan and his assistants; Yuzo, Miranda, Zach and Albert, it was all so overwhelming but at the same time exciting, it was almost like when he'd first come into the Wizarding World and learned about magic. Harry liked learning from each of the professor's assistants. Yuzo and Miranda mainly taught Harry about all the different Pokemon species and type variations. Miranda would normally show him, in books or videos, the different species of Pokemon, explaining their types and biological components. She was a very patient and kind teacher, and was more than happy sharing her knowledge of Pokemon, she always had some silly little trick or rhyme that she would use to memorize certain facts about different Pokemon that she would tell Harry as a way to help him remember.

Yuzo would normally teach Harry about type variation of Pokemon, specifically, their moves and attacks. Normally his lessons involved taking Harry out to see the Pokemon that lived in the research facility and having them demonstrate different moves and explaining the different types, effects and appearance. Throughout his lessons, Yuzo liked to randomly quiz Harry on what he had learned, either with him or the other assistance.

Albert would teach him more about the different habitats and living conditions of different pokemon. Explaining their different dietary needs and showing him the different ways to prepare Pokemon food, as well as the different plants and berries that could be found in certain habitats and how to find them, along with grooming techniques.

Zach, on the other hand would teach Harry more about the different technology and culture of their world, even though there wasn't a vast difference between this world and the muggle world of his universe, Harry had been isolated for most of his childhood in the non-magical world. He showed Harry how to use all the basics like a computer and video phones as well as how to work some of the basic equipment they used around the laboratory. Zach would also have Harry watch local Pokemon battles and contests reruns with him, and would have him read various magazines and news articles.

Harry had been thoroughly entranced by all different species and variations of Pokemon and loved learning about all aspects of them, he especially loved his lessons with Professor Rowan. The man was normally busy with whatever research he was conducting, so during Harry's lessons with him, he would have Harry accompany him, narrating what he was doing and why, giving in depth lecturers about the background of the pokemon he was studying and why he was looking into whatever the topic of interest was for that specific study.

He would always answer whatever questions Harry had on whatever given case study, and any questions that he couldn't, were questions he himself was researching.

Harry had taken every bit of information and knowledge he could from all of the scientist that worked in the laboratory, he was not going to let himself be distracted from learning like he had let himself be in the Wizarding World, nor was he going to hold himself back like had had to do in primary school for the sake of his aunt and uncle's delusions of Dudley being a genius. He was going to learn as much as he could for his own sake and his new life, he was not going to waste this opportunity he'd been given.

It actually felt very good whenever one of his pseudo teachers would praise and compliment him on how well he was doing. They were all actually very impressed with how fast he was managing to pick up most of the information, it had taken Harry less then a day and a half to memorize all of the different Pokemon types and their weaknesses and strengths concerning each other. He had only been there a week and already had a fundamental grasp on what most known Pokemon moves effects were.

As Harry continue down the hallway of the laboratory he felt a hollow jolt of excitement and heard an excited chirping trill.

"StarStarly!"

He turned around just as the little bird Pokemon came down and perched itself on his shoulder with a happy chirp.

He smiled at the little Pokemon able to feel a small bit of happiness radiating off of it. Most of the Pokemon seem to take an odd interest in him for a short time when he first showed up. Though after their initial investigation of him they seemed to lose interest but would always be happy to see him. The exception being the Tyrunt that he had woken up next to, the Pokemon seem to be both aloof and attached to him, it would come looking for him several times a day and would stare at him for a few moments before running off and doing, whatever it was it did when left to its own devices, when it wasn't being studied.

Professor Rowan had told him that a Tyrunt was not only a very rare pokemon only native to the Kalos region, it was also supposed to be extinct. Though despite being curious about where it came from, the professor had been more interested in studying all he could about the prehistoric Pokemon.

Harry stroked the Starlys head before watching as it took off out an open window, smiling to himself and started walking back to his room.

He had a few books that had been sent by Professor Sycamore that he'd wanted to continue reading as well as a few videos of old Pokemon contest and a Champion League battle rerun he wanted to watch.

AN: Tyrunt is going to have his own little backstories on where he came from and how it happened and Harrys going to figure that out later on once he's got a better handle on his psychic powers, he has a few more that you havent seen yet.

Feeling a little upset I wanted to introduce Harry second Pokemon before ending this chapter but things happen anyway I'm still taking suggestions for Harry's pairing or anyone he might date ( Male characters only, not Ash)

I've got a lot of inspiration from three specific stories:

"Wishing Upon a Pokemon" by Rikaeus (Pokemon/Harry Potter) s/11498491/1/Wishing-Upon-A-Pokemon

"Tipping The Scale " & "Tempting Treats" by RandomJaz (Pokemon) /users/RandomJaz/pseuds/RandomJaz