AN:This story follows the anime as a main base so if you only ever played the games a few parts might be a bit screwy particularly with the sudden learning of moves out of order. Harry might also come off as a kind of OC. PS this story isn't really beta read so there might B a few spelling and grammar mistakes I try my best to catch them all but sometimes they get through sorry in advance.

"You have everything you'll need correct, you haven't forgotten anything?" Asked a low, slightly gruff voice of a man as he look down at the youth who had been in his care for the last couple of months. He stood outside his research lab, watching along with a group of his assistants as the boy got ready to depart from Sandgem Town on a journey of his own.
The man was roughly sixty in age and of considerable height, his hair and mustache were white and his eyes were a sharp ice blue. With naturally low set brows that gave him a very stern and slightly intimidating look.

"Yep! I double checked before leaving my room," Answered the younger male. The fourteen year old boy, he was short for his age and looked to be closer to twelve, had light pale skin, shoulder length messy black hair and a very distinctive shade of piercing green eyes that were hidden behind black rectangular half frame glasses. On his forehead was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was no longer the noticeable angry red color it had once been, now it was only a thin, barely there, line of slightly concave pale tissue easily hidden behind black hair.

"Professor Rowan," He started tentatively looking down at the ground. "thank you. You've done so much for me and I don't think I could ever thank you enough."
He felt one of the tendrils of the creature that stood next to his feet wrap around his wrist. He looked down into the bright blue eyes of the creature that inhabited this land that was so different than the one he came from.

He was brought out of his musing when a hand came down on his shoulder and he looked up at the man that had helped and taught him so much about the world around him.

"Think nothing of it Harry, I was happy to help. You've also been quite helpful around here, I can guaranty that your cooking alone will be missed by both my staff and the Pokémon." He assured in a stern but not unkind voice, before continuing in a more serious tone.

"Don't forget that its in your file that you are required to have an examination when checking into any Pokémon center to make sure that your health is still on the up and up. Remember if you can't take care of your self then you wont be permitted to continue on your journey, this includes skipping meals." He said, putting emphasis on the last statement. This made the green eyed teen wince, knowing that the man was talking about how severely underweight he was when he first arrived. He had also had the bad habit of forgetting to eat when he got to engrossed in learning about this new world.

"Yes sir, I'll also call Professor Sycamore and Olympia when I get to Jubilife City." He said, patting the pouch on the right side of his waist where he had stored the Holo Caster that the former had sent to him, along with a few other items.

"Good, you can always call here if you ever need help on the road, its better to be cautious than unprepared. You know the way to Jubilife already but be careful regardless. Remember there are countless Pokémon in this world. That means there are just as many thrills waiting for you out there! Farewell, your grand adventure begins right now!"

"Right!""Syl!", Harry and his companion agreed in unison.

With one last smile Harry turned and started down the road with one Pokémon beside him and one in its pokéball as he head out on a new adventure.

2 months earlier

Harry sat with his knees pressed against his chest in the Gryffindor boys dorm, the curtains around his four-poster bed closed and tears streaming down his face.
It had been a week since Halloween, it had been a week since his name came out of the Goblet of Fire and it had been a week since his life seemed to have taken another downward turn.
For the last week he had been tripped, hexed and sneered at in classrooms and hallways by the other students. Practically the entire school was ostracizing him for something he didn't do.

It was like a repeat of second year only this time he was all alone, and he was really in danger of dying and nobody seemed to care.
The entire school seem to be against him, including his two best friends, or would it be ex best friends? Ron was of the belief that Harry had entered because he wanted more fame and attention and was spouting his opinion to anyone who would hear him. Hermione had been "disappointed in him" and "couldn't believe he would break the rules like this and put himself in danger."

The rest of the school just thought he was a cheater and a liar. The Hufflepuffs in particular were upset that he had taken the position of Hogwarts champion from Cedric. The Slytherins were making bets on whether or not and when he would die in the tournament.

One strange occurrence had been when a blond Ravenclaw girl came up to him and told him, in an airy tone; "Don't worry, you'll be better off once you've gone away, and the nargles won't be able to follow you."

Her tone hadn't been malicious but, to Harry, it almost sounded as if she told him he'd be better off when he died.
And there was the crux of the matter. This tournament was going to kill him, and Harry did not want to die. That was the thought that kept on lingering in the back of Harry's mind, he didn't want to die.

Throughout the passing days, Harry had been thinking of a way to get out of the tournament alive. He had researched the tournament when he heard that it was being held this year and quite frankly it was terrifying. They put a stop to it for good reason, it was almost expected for at least one competitor to lose their life in competition. Hell the last time the competition had been held had had the tournament put to rest because one of the task had resulted in some of the spectators dying.

Harry wasn't stupid, he knew that the main reason he'd survived some of his past 'adventures' have been pure dumb luck. But now he was on his own practically everyone had turned on him, sadly not for the first time, and because of the rules of this stupid tournament he wasn't allowed outside help. In short, he was sure he wasn't going to come out of this alive.
Because of the binding contract of the cup if he tried backing out of the tournament he would be stripped of his magic. And if Harry was stripped of his magic he couldn't go to Hogwarts and if he couldn't go to Hogwarts he would have to go back to the Dursleys and that might very well result in his death too. Hogwarts was supposed to be his escape from the Dursleys, discovering magic was supposed to take him away from the hate, the glares, the cruel words and from everything that was happening to him now, the only difference was he wasn't being worked like a slave or beaten and at this point, with his life on the line, that was only a minor plus.

Honestly if Harry didn't have to return to the Dursleys he would have given up his magic if it meant living. If he had a place to go home to, if he had a nice loving family like Hermione or Ron he would have left Hogwarts if it meant being out of this death sentence they were calling a tournament. But all he had was the Dursleys to return to if he lost his magic, even his Godfather, Sirius Black, whom he had met at the end of the previous year wouldn't be able to take him in due to his status as a fugitive from the law. He felt trapped and sick to his stomach over the entire situation.

He had reached his personal breaking point, thinking back on the past few days, and found himself sitting on his bed, clutching his bank pouch that he'd gotten earlier in the summer, it was a money pouch that was directly attached to his vault at Gringotts, a half-baked plan to exchange out his money and run away into the muggle world in his mind. The curtains around his bed were closed, and he was silently crying and wishing desperately to be somewhere, anywhere, else.

" I don't want to be here." He whispered in a watery voice, the thought repeating in his head. For the past 3 years Hogwarts had been his home; the place where he felt safe and happy, where he always wished to return when he was gone. Before the castle itself was a warm presence holding on to him, even at that moment he could feel the castle around him almost as if it was trying fruitlessly to comfort him, but it didn't help, all he felt was scared and trapped within its walls.

Faintly somewhere in the back of his mind he heard a voice.

'Hello... Jirachi; the wish…'

Harry, in his current mental and emotional state, couldn't be bothered to wonder about the origin of the voice, his mind passing it off as something out of his imagination, and still too preoccupied thinking about his desire to escape.

'…able to take you away…'

The words were a feather soft echoing of a voice from far away, just barely able to be heard.

'…my world, a different world...'

Only parts of the soft voices sentences were distinguishable enough to be heard.

'… energy might not be able to come…'

'… want to leave?….somewhere new and start again?'

That sentence caught Harry's attention; somewhere new and start again? Yes. That was what Harry wanted, a fresh start somewhere where he didn't have any titles and expectations to live up to, and no lies or rumors started about him to be judged by. No, Boy-Who-Lived, no, Freak, he could just be Harry.

"I don't want to be here." He reiterated, still wishing to be somewhere else still wishing to be somewhere else far away.
Even in Harry's fragile state of mind he's still didn't expect anything to happen, somewhere in his mind thinking that the voice was in his imagination.
So it took him by surprise when his body felt like it was being stretched and pushed through a tube as his body glowed for a second.
In a light iridescent flash, the bed was left empty, and it's occupant gone, forever leaving the life he once had.

Well this is the first part of the prolog. The story is going to take a considerable amount of time to update unfortunately work drains the life and emotion out of me. And I find it difficult sometimes to put my ideas and thoughts into words there's also the fact that I have another story that I updating that I've been neglecting so it might be a while between updates so sorry but that's how it goes.
Away what do you think?
I already have Harrys team figure it out.
Also just to get this question out of the way since I know it's going to pop up; No, Sirius and Remus are not going to be coming over nor is Hedwig.

Ps I also have this story up on my Archive of Our Own account under the same title.