Chapter 1:
Mr. and Mrs. Durston were a strange kind of people. Rarely did you see people who disliked pokemon with such adamant stubbornness, but they wanted nothing to do with the wondrous creatures of this world. Mr. Vervon Durston was a beefy man with no neck and very large mustache. He ran a company that made drills, he prided himself on having the only civilized building in the city of Londun in the Dorran Region. Every morning his schedule was exactly the same. He would eat breakfast, kiss his wife Petunna goodbye and try to kiss his son Dubly goodbye. Today, Dubly was throwing a fit because his cornflakes didn't have enough marshmallows in them.
"Little Tyke." Vervon said fondly before going out to his driveway where his car sat in their modest home of 4-Privet Drive in Mini Whinsing. As he walked over to his car he saw a pokemon, a Glameow, sitting on the brick fence staring at him intently.
"Get out of here!" He hissed at it angrily. He didn't want it ruining Petunna's garden.
Instead of jumping away and running off it just stared at him. Vervon dismissed it with a grumpy "Bah," and got in his car and drove away to Londun town. By the time he was at work he had completely forgotten about the Glameow sitting at his front lawn.
Vervon liked the office building he worked at very much, as he had managed to establish and enforce one single rule above all. NO POKEMON. There were to be absolutely no pokemon present anywhere in the building. Regular office checks ensured that no employee brought one of their pokemon from home. Of course Vervon still had to deal with the occasional Rattata or Swkovit in the ventilation of the building but dealing with them was little more than a phone call to the exterminators. When he got to his giant office on the top floor he got to work.
Since he sat in his chair facing away from the office window he didn't notice the abnormal number of flying pokemon zipping across the sky carrying letters and mail. He spent his day yelling at people, making drill deals, making phone calls and yelling some more. In fact he was in such a good mood by the time lunch rolled around he decided to stretch his legs and buy a donut and the bakery. On his way down the street he saw some people on the corner, all of them carrying pokeballs. Pokemon Trainers. Vervon hated those sorts of people. Getting into barbaric fights with uncivilized creatures.
As he walked back from the Bakery, after fighting with the owner to be served by a human employee instead of the Machamp that had been getting baked goods out for everyone else he heard them talking. "That's right, the Pokeharts, their son Henry."
Vervon went pale. The Pokeharts… that was the last name of Petunna's sister and her good for nothing husband Jameson. If this somehow involved their estranged relatives it might get them involved. He practically ran back to his office upstairs, grabbed the phone and was halfway to dialing his home number before he decided against it. Just because he heard a last name didn't mean it had anything to do with him. Lots of people had weird last names. And he didn't even know that his nephew's name was Henry, and so what if it was, there were a lot of Henry's in the world. No, there was no reason to bother Petunna. She always hated any mention of her sister who went off on a pokemon journey.
Vervon found it much harder to concentrate on drill's that day, everything seemed to remind him of what he had overheard and when it was time to go home he rushed to his car and drove straight home where his mood was not improved by the Glameow who still started at the window of his house. He got out and marched over to it, shoving it off the brick fence angrily. "Get lost you stupid cat."
The Glameow hissed at him and ran off. Vervon went back inside and Petunna told him all about her completely normal day. That she had spent time in the garden spying on the neighbor's who had been fighting over a Jynx that the husband had brought home and how Dubly had learned a new word. "Can't."
Vervon sat at the T.V. with a cup of tea trying to calm down. The news cast didn't help much.
"And in other news, the Darron Pokemon League has issued a statement that pokemon trainers are to dial back their current celebrations as they assure the region that 'there is nothing to be celebrating right now anyway' and there has been a decided increase in the sightings of mail carrier pokemon such as Pidgeotto and Peliper have some people wondering if the pokemon league is talking about something they don't want the general public to know about."
Vervon went pale. He had to say something. As Pettuna walked in he worked up the courage. "Uh… Petunna dear? About your sister?" He said.
Pettuna's relaxed posture went rigid. "What about her?" She snapped,
"Well I was just wondering if you haven't… haven't heard from her or her husband recently have you?" He asked.
"No I have not." Petunna answered stiffly.
"Right… her son, he'd be about Dubly's age right? What was his name? Harrold, Harry…?"
"Henry." She said stiffly, "A pretty uncreative name if you ask me."
"Oh I agree dear, I agree completely." Vervon said quickly,
He did not bring up the Pokeharts for the rest of the night. After putting Dubly to bed Petunna slept easily and soundly. Vervon found it much harder to sleep but eventually he reasoned that even if those trainers were talking about the Pokeharts they had no reason to bother him and his family. They knew how he and his wife felt about them. With that last comforting thought he fell asleep.
The Glameow watching through the window caught something in the corner of its eye. It leapt off of its spot and walked over to the figure in the street corner who bent down and scratched behind its ears. Mivora Gonall spoke softly, "I'm sorry to have you sitting there all day… but it was important." She said, standing up straight her black dress fluttering slightly in the breeze
As she spoke the lamps around the street began to flicker and darken. She looked back to see Alorus Sagemind. He was dressed like a proper medieval wizard all the time, today in a cloak of emerald green, and walking in tandem with his Alakazam. Alakazam's eyes were glowing slightly blue, indicating that it was making the street appear darker than it actually was with its psychic powers.
Alorus smiled pleasantly at her. "Voltorb Drops?" He asked, holding out a small yellow hard candy sculpted like a Voltrob. "They're lemon candy."
"No thank you Alorus." Mivora answered, looking as though she didn't think now was the time for candy.
Alorus merely shrugged and popped the candy in his mouth.
"So it's true then. I mean that You-Know-Who-"
"Mivora please call him Venomortis, I've tried to get people to use his name, he was a pokemon trainer like anyone else." He said,
"Easy for you to say Alorus, you are the only one that You-Know-... Alright Venomortis was afraid to battle." She said,
"My dear I have no idea what you mean, Venomortis had ways of battling and controlling his pokemon that I could never fathom."
"Only because you are too good a man to use them." Mivora said.
"Mivor you're going to make me blush." Alorus said.
"But it's true then what they say he's really gone?" She asked.
"It seems to be." Alorus said thoughtfully,
"But… But how?" She wondered out loud.
"Some say that Mewtwo was involved but in truth we may never know." He mused.
Mivora gulped, "And… and the Pokehart's…?" She questioned,
"Dead, Jameson and Lillian both." He said, sorrowfully.
"Oh Alorus… they were so young… and their child Henry he's to be brought here? To these people. Glameow has been watching them all day, she hates them, I don't think you'd find a more pokemon hating family anywhere." She said,
"They are the last of his family, he should be raised with them, his name will be known to trainers all over the region, he's far better off growing up away from that. All those eyes. All those expectations." Alorus said.
"How is the boy to get here?" Mivora asked, eyeing Alorus' cloak as though the sleeping infant might be hiding there.
"Hargon is bringing him." Alorus said,
As if on cue there was a loud screeching noise. Coming down toward them on the back of a Braviary at least three times the size of a normal Braviary was a man who was at least twice as tall as a regular man.
The man slid off the giant bird pokemon. "Professor Gonall, Professor Sagemind." He said in a gruff voice. His face was covered by a giant black beard, but his beady black eyes could be clearly seen shining with a gentleness that betrayed his giant frame.
"Did you bring the boy Hagron?" Alorus said. "I did, be careful with him, he fell asleep just as we started flying over Londun." He said handing a baby wrapped tightly in white blankets to Alorus.
Alakazam looked over the baby with soft eyes. "Kasam…" It said, quietly.
"Now Alakazam, he will be fine I promise. Don't worry." Alorus said, as he seemed to understand Alakazam's words.
He carried Henry to the door and set him down gently leaving a note explaining to Vervon and Petunna what was going on. Then they left, with Mivora and Hagron fighting back tears. Henry slept peacefully not knowing that his Aunt Petunna would soon awaken him with shrill screams when she went to put out the Moo Moo Milk Bottles that morning.
And little did he know that all over the region trainers would be talking about him and his defeat of a corrupt trainer who's name was kept from the public. That they would be toasting him all that night and for the rest of his life. "To Henry Pokehart, the boy who lived."