Present day

Harry had just gotten to the halfway mark between Sandgem Town and Jubilife City, and was taking a short lunch break under the shade of a tree off the side of the road. His friend and partner was lying down next to him just outside of the shade of the tree, enjoying the sunlight as it rested contently with their eyes closed. Harry smiled as he stroked its head seeing a bit of pink cream around its mouth from the pokepuff it had enjoyed as an after lunch treat.

He thought back to how he and his friend had met.

1½ Months Earlier

It had only been a few weeks since Harry had first started making a new life in the Pokemon world and was making his way through the laboratory towards one of the kitchens to start making lunch for the professor and the research team as well as starting on the Pokemons food. He hadn't had any lessons with any of the assistance that day and had chosen to instead read in his room.

He had been reading up on different places in the Kalos region to get a better understanding of some of the cultural aspects of the region and professor Sycamore and Olympia had both been sending him books magazines and other source material for him to study up on.

It had been decided that Harry's status as an immigrant from a different world would be kept secret. Apart from the various professors that Harry had spoken to and the Anistar gym leader, Olympia, the only other people that new of Harry's actual world of origin we're a few select government officials.

They couldn't say for sure if Harry's origin might cause him to be put in danger if it was made public knowledge, but it would definitely cause attention to be drawn to him, which Harry honestly did not want. For the moment he just wanted to get his feet on the ground and start somehow shaping out a new life for himself and not be reminded of the one he'd given up. Whenever he didn't have anything to do he would start thinking about the world he left behind and everybody in it and was often hit with pangs of regret for leaving them, but also felt hurt when he would remember why he had wanted to leave, overall he tried blocking all those memories out and moving on, filling his days with reading and learning about the new world around him.

For the time being if anyone asked, Harry was to say he was from the Kalos region and had been in some unknown accident that had rendered him temporarily amnesiac, with little to no memories beyond basic information on himself. It was an effective ruse especially after finding out that Harry fluently spoke and read French, or Kalosian as it was called here.

English was the universally spoken language in this world but there were many different dialects and accents that were developed in different places, however there were practically no places that had an entirely different secondary language, the two most known being Kalos and Alola.

One summer when Harry was 7, his aunt had enrolled Dudley in a summer French language course, Dudley had thrown an enormous tantrum and refuse to go. As it turned out the class had been very very expensive and, despite Vernon's blustering over the phone, non-refundable, so his aunt and uncle had made Harry go instead, having him use Dudley's name. That might have been the single best thing his relatives had ever done for him, for once Harry didn't need to hold himself back for the sake of making Dudley look good, he had excelled in the class and had even done so well that they bumped him up to a higher level for no additional charge. Harry had learned normal conversational French as well as how to read the language and earned a special certificate of completion stating that he had come in first in the course. Because the certificate had Dudley's name on it Harry's aunt and uncle would always brag to the neighbors about what a genius Dudley was, they had even gone so far as to put it on Dudley's Smeltings application that he was fluent in French. When school started again Harry had continued learning the language on his own, reading the various French books in the language section of the school library.

With some help from Professor Sycamore as well as the Kalos region prime minister, whom had also been brought in on the secret of Harry's true home world, Harry had been registered as a citizen of the Kalos region. There had also been a fake background made for him, according to his record Harry had been born in Anistar City and after being orphaned at a very young age had been made the ward of Valhalla, the former Anistar City gym leader and Olympia's late father.

Making his way into the kitchen area Harry felt a sharp spike of fear and confusion pressing at the back of his mind.

Harry had been there long enough to recognize the sensation; he was feeling a Pokemon's emotion.

Harry had been shocked when he found out that feeling the emotions of Pokemon wasn't an everyday occurrence in this world nor was it a quirk of Pokemon in general. After he brought it up with Professor Rowan, he had at first been a bit scared that the situation would be like when everyone found out about his Parseltongue ability in second year, but he'd been surprised when Professor Rowan told him that not only were there other people in the world , though very few, with similar abilities to his, but the professor was already in contact with one such person.

Harry had then been introduced to Olympia who had told Harry it had actually been her that had foreseen his arrival in the Pokemon world, as well as some of what had gone on in his previous world, and had informed Professor Sycamore and subsequently Professor Rowan about him. And even though he was a bit apprehensive about trusting the woman, especially after finding out that she knew more about his world than he wanted anyone to know, she had allayed his fears by telling him that she wouldn't say anything to anyone without his express permission and had even promised him reading material that would help with his telepathic powers. The books so far had only been able to help explain to Harry what he was; some sort of telepathic empath; a person whom could feel the emotional state of another creature. It was also very likely for him to have the potential to learn how to use psychic energy in different ways such as telekinesis and clairvoyance like Olympia herself could do. Harry had also learn that the stronger the emotions of the Pokemon the more clearly hed be able to feel them and the feeling was ten time stronger through touch, although he had found that out on his own, not through the book, when an over excited and curious Chimchar had jumped on his head and he had gotten sutch a jolt from its overly eager emotions he started to jump around the lab in an almost manic sense of delight and nearly fell out the window.

However right at that instant Harry found himself looking around the kitchen for whatever Pokemon was so upset.

He walked around in the kitchen trying to do as the book said and focus on opening his inner eye, the source of his psychic power. According to Olympia and the book using it constantly would only help him in the long run, after a while he would get used to filtering out the secondary emotions of the Pokemon around him as well as keeping their emotions from overpowering him when he came into physical contact with them.

As he walked over near a couch setup on the far side of the room he felt the fear become stronger as well as a bit of aggression, when he heard a little whimpering cry he stopped and backed up a few steps. Cautiously Harry got down on his hands and knees and looked underneath the couch.

They're huddled against the back wall was a small brown, fox like pokemon.

"An Eevee?" Harry questioned himself, looking at the small pokemon.

"VeeEeveeVee!" The small pokemon cried at him before growling a bit in warning.

Harry could still feel the fear and agression coming off of it and tried to calm it down.

He put his hands behind his back and started speaking in a soothing tone

"Hey it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He assured, staring into the Pokemons big brown eyes.

As he looked closer at the Eevee he noticed that it looked somewhat disheveled and was keeping one paw off the ground and figured it was probably hurt.

Slowly, and careful not to make any sudden moves, Harry made his way over to the refrigerator and pulled out an oran berry, before crawling his way back over to the couch.

"Here eat this, it'll make you feel better, I promise," he said holding out the berry trying to coax the Pokemon out to no avail.

The Eevee curled its tail around itself letting out another quiet growl in warning. Harry winced in sympathy when he seen the Eevee jump in pain when it accidentally put pressure down on its front paw. "Come on please I'm not going to hurt you," Harry tried once again.

This time the Eevee reared back opening its mouth and a small blackish purple ball appeared before being launched at Harry. From his position on his hands and knees Harry had to throw himself to the side and roll to avoid being hit by the Shadow ball that impacted where he had just been.

Quickly sitting up, he placed the oran berry on the floor and nudged it forward to roll just in front of the couch. "Okay I'm going to be over here," Harry said getting to his feet if you want to eat the berry it's going to be right there."

Slowly Harry got back up and made his way back into the kitchen and started preparing lunch and the Pokemon food for the day, careful as to not make any loud or sudden noises that might frighten the poor pokemon in the room with him. He kept an ear out for any movement behind him as well as trying to sense any changes in the pokemons feelings.

When Harry was halfway done with lunch and about to start the pokemon food the feeling of fear and agitation had greatly diminished in the room but it was obvious that the Eevee was still apprehensive about coming out.

It wasn't until Harry was waiting for his pokepuffs to finish baking, ( Professor Sycamore had sent him a pokepuff recipe book) when the Eevee's emotions had changed, now he could feel a bit of curiosity and happiness(?). The Eevee had moved to the edge of the couch and it's nose was peeking out sniffing the air.

When the pokepuffs were done he, very quickly took them out of the oven and spread some sitrus berry cream frosting over one and slowly made his way back over to where he had been before on the ground.

Once again he knelt down and offered the treat to the vulpine pokemon, "Come on I'm not going to hurt you," he assured.

This time the Eevee slowly made it's way out of its hiding place, now much less scared then when Harry had first enter the room, tentatively sniffing at the pokepuff. A small pink tongue poked out of its mouth and licked at the kalosian treat before letting out a happy noise of delight and proceeded to take a full bite out of the puff, devouring it down in a few bites.

Harry smiled watching and feeling as the Eevee started to relax, feeling the happiness now replacing the fear. Slowly he reached out a hand and just stroke the Eevees head, who flinched away slightly but didn't try and run away and let Harry stroke it gently slowly relaxing again.

"We need to get you checked out," he said to the small pokemon, looking at the injuries now that the pokemon was in the light of the room. Its front paw look like it had been badly banged up and it was covered in scratch marks and dirt. The sitrus berry he used to make the cream in the pokepuffs would help a bit but the Eevee clearly needed actual treatment.

"Where did you even come from?" he questioned. One of his lessons / jobs around the lab was to help with categorizing the various Pokemon in the research facility and he knew for a fact that there were no Eevee in the lab, so this one was probably wild.

The Eevee started to panic again when Harry started to slowly pick it up, seeing this Harry started quickly trying to calm it down.

"Shh its okay, I'm only trying to help." he soothed, as he stroked it gently, keeping a good grip on the slightly squirming pokemon, not wanting it to fall and hurt itself anymore than it already was. The soothing tone and the gentle touch was enough to get it to calm down again.

With the Eevee in his arms, Harry walked over into the kitchen area again and picked up another pokepuff before walking out of the room in search of one of the lab staff, the fox pokemon eating its second treat.

The Eevee did in fact turn out to be wild, when Harry found Miranda and showed her the injured Eevee she had been happy that he had found it. Apparently it had been living at the pokemon center after it had been injured in a nasty fight it had gotten into with some of the more aggressive pokemon in the forest, but for some reason it would keep running off before it was fully healed and would agitate its wounds open again. Somehow it had gotten into the research facility and she and the other staff members had been looking for it.

Harry had had to take it to the Pokemon Center along with Miranda, the Eevee was calm with him but freaked out when Miranda had tried taking it, thrashing around and crying and trying to run away until she backed away allowing Harry to calm it down again.

Harry had gone into the town a few times, running errands, going to the grocery store, or to go on short walks through the small town. Sandgem Town had less than 300 residence and Harry had become fairly well known as the new face in town, though it was his first trip to the pokemon center.

When Harry had tried to leave the Eevee there it had become discouraged at being left alone with Nurse Joy and the woman had suggested that Harry stay with it through the examination. Harry had been a bit apprehensive about it, not wanting to get in the woman's way but she had assured him that he wouldn't be in the way and if it made the Eevee more comfortable for him to be there it could only help.

It had been very impressive to watch nurse Joy and Chauncey work, they had the Eevee checked, bandaged and sedated, via Chanseys sing, all while Harry held the normal type in his lap. When Harry left the pokemon nurse had told him that he could come back and visit the Eevee the next day when it was awake for a bit, to which Harry agreed.

The next day when Harry came the Eevee had ran up to him excitedly and started nuzzling his leg, though Harry thought that might have something to do with the pokepuffs he had brought with him. But when he was trying to leave the Eevee had latched onto his pant leg and refuse to let go trying to get him to stay, Nurse Joy had told him that if he wanted he could keep coming back and visit with the Eevee who would be staying there for a bit longer for observation.

After that Harry would come back once a day to visit and play with the Eevee as well as some of the other pokemon that were staying at the center. He would also helped Nurse Joy with anything she needed help with around the center.

He had told her the fake background story about him being amnesiac and having to "re-learn" everything about pokemon. She had at first been sad on his behalf that something like that had happen to him but Harry had been quick to reassure her that it wasn't too bad and that he was glad to have people there that were willing to help him and that learning about pokemon was fun especially for him because it was all "brand new". She had smiled politely and told him that was a nice way of thinking about it, She had even offered to teach him about Pokemon first aid and medicine during his visits if she wasn't too busy or if he was willing to help her out with the Pokemon that were admitted for treatment and Harry had taken her up on the offer.

Every time he came back the Eevee was the first to greet him and then would proceed to follow him around as he helped out with whatever Nurse Joy would ask him to do or would just sit with him as he read in the centers small library. Nurse Joy had been please seeing this as well apparently the Eevee had been a come-and-go patient of hers but would never stay long enough to fully recuperate and recover until Harry started coming around. It didn't take long for visiting and helping out at the Pokemon Center to become part of Harry's routine.

It was really nice working at the Pokemon Center because despite Sandgem Town having such a low population many trainers came through the town on their Journeys so there was always a plethora of different types of Pokemon for him to see and learn about. Interacting with so many Pokemon on a regular basis also helped with Harry's empathy abilities, by being in such close proximity to Pokemon, most of whom were injured and feeling particularly strong emotions, he was forced to continuously keep trying to filter out their feelings from his own. It was like Olympia had told him, constantly using his psychic power would only help him.

Things had gone good for Harry over the next few weeks all the way until the day he came in and Nurse Joy came up to him and told him that the Eevee had disappeared.

AN: Oh dear lord I've become one of those writers that leaves Cliffhangers LOL I'm such a terrible person. Anyway here's the next chapter prologue thingy.

Anyways, I'm still taking suggestions for Harry's pairing or anyone he might date ( Male characters only, not Ash)