Arratra here, with the second chapter of my Harry Potter/Pokémon fanfic, and I must say that the response to the first chapter was far, far larger than I was anticipating.

Thank you all for reading this fic, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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Draconia Sanctuary, City of Alto Mare

Ten years later

Harry Potter-Ketchum sat up with a yawn, one hand automatically reaching out to give his faithful companion a rub on the head. The Snivy in question opened its eyes and yawned.

"Sni Snivy," he greeted.

"Good morning to you too, Marxon," Harry said pleasantly, sliding his feet into his slippers, and then standing up.

Just a month short of a year ago, Harry had gone out on his journey, with the simple goal of travelling to the Dragon's Den in Blackthorn City. The fruit of that journey lay on his study desk; an egg rested comfortably in its incubator, the status light shining a steady green.

A tapping at the window caught Harry's attention, and he turned to find a Delibird waiting to be let in.

A little confused (the mail was usually delivered in the boxes at the front of the Sanctuary), Harry opened the window, allowing the red-and-white bird into the room.

"Deli, bird," it said, pulling a parchment envelope from its pouch and holding it out to Harry.

"Uh… thanks," Harry said, a little uncertainly, as he took the letter.

"Libird," it said, flying out the window.

Harry, perplexed, closed the window, and took a look at the address.

Mr Hadrian James Potter-Ketchum

Second Bedroom

Penthouse 1 (Ketchum Residence)

Draconia Sanctuary

Alto Mare

On the reverse side was a wax seal, a strange coat of arms (it used normal creatures instead of Pokémon) stamped into it.

"Snivy?" Marxon asked, using his vines to latch onto Harry's shoulder and pull himself up.

"I'm fine," Harry replied, before breaking the seal, "Let's see what this is about."

The young Trainer had barely read five lines before…

"Daaaad!"

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It took a while to stop Harry bouncing off the walls in excitement; it was finally time to return to the world where he had been born and learn to use magic, like Padfoot and Moony could do.

In the end, it was Harry's adoptive father, Ash, who stopped it by holding the boy in place with Psychic.

"Calm down, kiddo," he said, his laughter audible even in his telepathic voice, "We can't go until Riley gets here."

"I'll need something to carry letters to you guys," Harry said, getting his wits about him, "I don't have any flying-types, and the portal…"

"Already taken care of," Uncle Jax said, smiling. He handed Harry a yellow-striped blue Pokéball Harry recognised as a Quick Ball.

"A Pokémon for me?" he asked, pressing the button. The ball enlarged, then popped open. The blaze of light that emerged solidified into a fox-like biped. It was currently sitting, but it looked up at Harry.

"Abra," it said shyly.

Harry smiled, stroking the young Pokémon on the head gently.

"Hello," he replied, "I'm happy to meet you."

"He's yours," Jax said, ruffling Harry's hair (which had grown into a quartet of fin shapes, but that was the only kind of neat about it; the rest simply went everywhere), "And you even get to nickname him."

"Kira," Harry decided instantly, "Your name is Kira."

The newly-christened Kira smiled, getting to his feet.

"Abra such as Kira sleep for most of the day," Ash warned, "but he is able to teleport back and forth between here and Hogwarts freely. You can have him carry letters, gifts, whatever. Just make sure not to overwork him."

"I understand," Harry said, nodding.

"Hey, Ash. It's been a while."

"Riley! Long time, no see," Ash said, shooting over to the new arrival, who tipped his hat, grinning.

Uncle Jax grinned as well, walking over. His glossy ebon-black scales gleamed in the soft light provided by the lights. The glow of his markings wasn't visible in this lighting, but would be obvious if they were turned off.

"So who's coming with us to Diagon Alley?" Riley asked.

"I'm coming," Ash stated, ruffling Harry's hair, "I've been wanting to see the wizarding world since Sirius and Remus arrived."

"You're not leaving me behind," Uncle Jax said, smirking, before he frowned, "But what about Sirius and Remus?"

"Sirius is still a target for the Death Eaters that escaped justice," Riley said, a note of disgust in his voice, "he can't come. And it's the full moon, so Remus can't either. Even after making peace with his wolf side."

They had discovered that a werewolf that truly made peace with their wolf side (and did not succumb to the bloodlust caused by the internal conflict) was able to transform at will, but would get "moon-drunk" during the full moon… complete with hangover. Fortunately, Remus was a friendly, if slightly giggly, drunk, so no harm came of it.

"Well that complicates things… will we be meeting someone there?" Jax asked.

"Hagrid," Riley said, chuckling, "Come on, we should get going."

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Rubeus Hagrid looked up from his copy of the Daily Prophet when a blue vortex formed on the wall across from the dustbin in the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron, impossibly going into the solid brick. After a moment, four people emerged from it. Hagrid immediately recognised one of them.

"Riley!" he greeted, "Goo' to see you. And this'd by 'Arry, right?"

Harry grinned up at the huge man, before replying, "Good to meet you, Hagrid. This is my dad, Ash Ketchum, and a good friend, Jaxamar."

Hagrid spent the next several minutes battering Ash and Jax with questions involving their draconic status.

Eventually, however…

"Hagrid!" Riley yelled, "We need to do our shopping, come on!"

"Oh, righ'," Hagrid said, looking sheepish, and pulled out a pink umbrella with a floral print, earning raised eyebrows from everyone present. Hagrid, not noticing, turned to the wall with the dustbin.

"Three up, two across," he muttered, before tapping a specific brick with the tip of his umbrella. The brick shivered, pushed out, and then the entire wall started sliding and turning, much to the shock of Jax and Ash, transforming into an archway.

"Welcome, to Diagon Alley," Hagrid chuckled, waving one huge hand towards the shops.

"We're going to Gringots," he explained to the others (except Riley, who had gone off on his own for something) as they proceeded down Diagon, "It's our bank; it's run by goblins. Yeh'd be mad to try and rob it; the vaults have all sorts of protections. Wards, traps, I've even 'eard they keep specially-bred dragons down there too."

"Dragons?" Jax asked, curious, "Like the Bagon of Meteor Falls?"

"If yeh're talkin' about a cave," Hagrid replied, before pointing to the gleaming marble building that had just come into sight, "That there's Gringots. Whole lot of business goes through Gringgots."

As they walked up the steps, Harry, Jax, and Ash all gave the guard a curious glance.

"Yeah, that's a goblin," Hagrid explained, "Cunnin' folk, dangerous if crossed."

Passing through the three sets of doors, they entered the foyer, and Ash let out a small sound of surprise.

The room was larger than they had expected, with a row of booths manned by goblins acting as tellers. The wall opposite this had a number of doors that Harry decided likely led to the offices of important officials within the bank. The final wall had two doors, one of which was behind the booths.

Hagrid led them up to an unoccupied teller.

The goblin looked up from his ledger, and asked, "Yes?"

"Harry Potter would like to make a withdrawal from his trust vault," Hagrid said, clearly working to keep his accent out of his voice for this.

"Does Mr Potter have his key?" the goblin asked.

"Got it here somewhere," Hagrid replied, going to search his pockets, but Ash beat him to it; as Ash's eyes started to glow, the key floated out of one of Hagrid's numerous pockets and floated over to the goblin, dropping down onto his book of numbers. The goblin gave Ash a strange look, before Ash's illusion faltered, allowing the goblin a glimpse of the Eon Dragon beneath.

The goblin blinked, then realisation crept onto his face, and he smiled.

Picking up the key, he examined it for a moment, before nodding, "It seems to be in order."

"Also, there's a letter from Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said leaning in closer, "It's about…"

He whispered the rest into the goblin's ear, who nodded.

"Mr Potter and his guardians will go down to his vault. You, Mr Hagrid, will be going separately. Griphook, Sharpclaw!"

Two goblins hurried over.

"Griphook, take these three to the Potter Trust vault. Sharpclaw, take Mr Hagrid to the vault in this letter."

He handed the letter to one of the goblins; this one was missing part of an ear, and had a scar on the cheek on the same side.

"Follow us, please," the one apparently named Griphook said, leading them towards the door to what Harry suspected was the vaults.