a four legged being narrowed its eyes at the sight before it. it was viewing events playing out on a world outside its rule. a mother and father. killed by a man who acted on impulse due to a prophecy he once heard. then attempting to change it by killing a defensless infant. unfortunatly, like a wise tortoise from another reality once said: one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. in attempting to kill the poor child he had sealed his fate. and in the child's future was set to have great struggles and pain. while not it's place, the being wanted to prevent the child from having a such a terrible fate. so he reached out to the one who ruled over this world. in an instant, a new figure made itself known. it was a more humanoid figure in a cloak with no face to be seen.
"ah, arceus my old friend." the being said. "the four legged being now known as arceus turned to the cloaked figure. "Death." arceus greeted. "to what do i owe the pleasure of the god of the pokemon world?" asked death. he then noticed what arceus was viewing. "ah, the chosen one of my world." death noted. "a shame the poor lad has such a dark path ahead of him." arceus gazed back at the small infant. "what if he didnt?" he asked. "pardon?" asked death. "what if the boy had a way to make his own path. one where he didnt have to have it as bad." arceus asked. death shook his head. "arceus, my friend. you know i cannot interfere with the mortal world." arceus turned back to his fellow god. "you cant. but i could." he said. "you arent suggesting?" death started. "i could turn him into a pokemon." arceus asked. "you could. but the people of the wizarding world do not accept those that are different. they may treat him with disrespect." death said. "yes, but many will also treat him with the love and care he deserves. and no offense, death, but the wizards in your world are for a lack of a better word arogant. they believe they have power that no muggle could beat, yet it only would take a simple nuke to destroy one of their societies." arceus said. death chuckled at arceus's blunt but very true words. "very well. i shall humor you. what pokemon will you change my world's chosen one into?" he asked. "not one of the ones ive created thus far. he will start as one of them but his final form will be that of a new pokemon i havent created yet." arceus said. "i certainly hope this doesnt backfire on us." death said. "with hope... it will not." arceus said as his ring began to glow.
harry openned his eyes. he looked around briefly. his eyes focused on something and it all flashed through his mind. his father screaming for his mother to take him and run, his mother doing something with her magic, a cloaked figure coming into his room and demanding his mother to step aside, his mother refusing, his mother... dying, the cloaked figure attempting to do the same to him that it did to his mother, his spell backfiring and killing him instead, and then darkness. he'd passed out shprtly afterwards. but how did he know all this? he was a baby. he shouldnt have very much self awareness. why did he know he was a baby? why did he suddenly have such cognitive thoughts. he wanted to go to his mother. but he couldnt she was gone. tears began falling from his eyes. he reached a hand up to wipe the tears away. he froze. his hand. where was the rest of it? why was it white? why were his legs so stumpy? what was on his head? why was his hair green? wasnt it black? he needed a mirror. but how was he going to get out of his crib? he wanted out of the crib. something happened to him. he needed to get out. he narrowed his eyes at the bars of the crib. suddenly the bars were covered in a blue glow and went down. did he do that? hed done accidental magic before but that felt different. thats right. his parents were magic. his uncles were magic. his uncle! the big one that could turn into a rat! he was the one keeping them hidden from something acording to his memories. did his uncle betray them? were his parents gone because of him? he needed to focus. mirror first questions later.
the bathroom mirror was i bit too high for him to reach. he wasnt this small before. maybe that thing he did could help. he looked up at the counter, wanting to be up there. he felt himself being lifted up. he kept focusing on the counter until his stumpy legs could feel it beneath him. he looked at the mirror.
he was white. not skin color white, the actual color white. his legs were stumpy with wierd cloth-like parts on the back. it looked like he was wearing a onsie that was too big. his arms were thin with only two fingers on each. his hair was green and was in a bowl cut. how'd he know what a bowl cut was... why did he hate a bowl cut? no, no focus! he had two red horns on his head on near his forhead and the other at the back near his scalp. he pulled his hair away from his eyes. they were still green. but there was a lightning bolt scar on his forhead. did the cloaked figure do this?...
he couldnt stay here. the cloaked figure probably had people on his side. he needed to run. he needed to stay safe... but he needed food too. the kitchen! he focused on floating himself again and flew down to the kitchen.
he looked around and gathered anything he could eat as well as a cook book and the jar of cookies on top of the cubbord. his powers were getting easier to use. he'd learn to cook after getting to safty. he floated outside and found the car. surprisingly it was untouched. he didnt know how to drive but the car could carry all the stuff.
he floated all the kitchen supplies into the car and then picked up the car. why was this so easy? it should be heavier shouldnt it?
"i see youve discovered your new psychic abilities." said a deep voice from behind him. harry turned to see a horse like creature with no mouth and a ring around its mid section. "do not fear, young harry. i am the one who changed you into what you are now." harry narrowed his eyes at the large creature. "why?" he asked. "if i didnt, you wouldve been forced to endure many hardships and wouldve been unaware of what you'd be thrown into. hearing this caused harry to tear up in anger and sadness. "you couldnt have saved my parents too?!" he shouted. the creature's eyes softened. "im sorry young one. i had only just witnessed your parents deaths when i had found out about your existence. this was the most i could do for you." harry sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "what do you want?" he asked.
a small metal cylindar appeared in front of him. i turned you into one of the many creatures from my world. however, you are different from the species i turned you into. over time as you get stronger you will evolve. you can do this up to two times. however, i want you to keep this object with you at all times. you are the only one that will benefit from it." said the creature. "benefit how?" harry asked. "that i cannot say." said the creature. "but i will say that the benefits will come after your second evolution."
harry looked up the creature. "you said you are from another world?" he asked. "i did. i cannot tell you of it. as this world should not know of its existance." the creature said. "thanks i guess." said harry. "you are welcome, harry. unfortunatly, i am not able to assist you further." the creature said. "what? why?" asked harry. "i do not have rule over this world." the creature said. "i was given permission to do this for you but no more. it would interfere with the makeup of this world and the creatures of it." harry's head dropped. he was a bit disapointed he'd have to surrvive on his own but will do so if it meant hed survive. he was just a 1 year old with more cognitive brain functions and psychic powers. he'd be fine right? he had food and other neccesities. hed be fine... hopefully.
"good luck harry potter." said the being. "i hope you live a long and happy life." with those last words the horse like being vanished. "bugger." said harry. he looked back at the house he'd only lived in for a year. "mum and dad should have a proper burrial." he said as he walked back towards the house.
the baby turned pokemon soon left the house. two makeshift graves in the front yard with wooden tombstones. one with the word mum, and the other with dad. both writen in childish handwriting with the wands of both lying on their respective graves. "goodbye mum. goodbye dad." said harry with tears in his eyes. "ill always love you both." and with that, the baby turned ralts left via floating car. disapearing into the night. never to be found for many years.
so harry is a ralts now. and also still a baby. will he be a gallade in the future? a gardevoir? hell no. his final evolution is a fakemon i made. but im not giving details yet. youll see it when he gets to that stage. some of you are probably a little skeptical about harry suddenly being so independant as a baby. but youre forgetting. harry isnt a human anymore. hes a ralts. even when a pokemon has just barely hatched, theyre far more cognitive and self aware then human babies. im not counting togepi. there was something off with that one. every other pokemon ive seen hatch from an egg in the anime is quite cognitive. or in scraggy's case, ready to through hands. anyway, hope youre all looking forward to the rest of the story.