This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokémon, which belong to the Pokémon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokémon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.

The end of term feast that night was a somber affair, every student in the school aware they were about to leave the relative safety of Hogwarts and venture out into the dangerous, uncertain world back home. Dumbledore even capped off the night with a speech, announcing that the war had truly begun, that there would be tough times ahead and loss and hardship for all, and urging everyone that the only thing they could do, the thing that would keep them safe, and free, was to come together as one and help each other. For they were only as strong as they stood united, as weak as they were divided. It was a moving speech.

Harry didn't see any of this, having decided to skip the feast for the seclusion of his dorm room. He'd been getting a lot of looks from his fellow students after the last week as more and more information leaked out about what had happened at the Ministry. He'd been getting looks all his years at Hogwarts but now he knew it'd be a thousand times worse, and he was in no state to entertain their curiosity.

The following morning Harry kept his head down as he travelled down to the castle doors and stepped aboard a Zebstricka pulled carriage with Ron and Hermione. He didn't say anything, instead choosing to look out over the castle grounds for the last time for the next few months, wondering whether it would still be the same once he returned. Hogwarts had survived the last war, perhaps it would survive again.

Hermione and Ron didn't interrupt his introspection, seeming to understand that he needed time to himself, and they didn't say anything even as they pulled themselves from the carriage and boarded the Hogwarts Express. They found an empty compartment and settled inside, storing away their trunks in the luggage rack and falling silent.

As an after thought Harry pulled out Eevee's Pokéball, releasing the small normal type Pokémon. He looked around excitedly, quickly scrambling across Harry's lap to press his nose up against the glass of the window, looking out in fascination at the rapidly emptying Hogsmeade Station. He'd never left the castle before, having been born and raised in the care of Madam Pomfrey and the Hospital Wing, so Harry imagined that everything around him, from the train to the station to the people, must be so very exciting.

The Hogwarts Express pulled away from the station and so they remained, quiet. After some time Eevee seemed to grown tired of watching the scenery fly by and returned to curl up in Harry's lap, Harry's fingers automatically running through Eevee's luscious fur.

The three students continued to sit in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, until a knock was heard on their compartment door and caused them to look up.

"Hey guys." It was Neville. "Mind if we join you?" Behind him stood Luna and Ginny.

"Of course, Neville," Hermione said immediately.

"Come in," said Ron.

Harry nodded.

The three students shuffled their way inside and, briefly, the compartment became cramped and chaotic as the newcomers sought to tidy away their trunks before settling down for the ride. Across the way, as far away from Harry as she could be, Ginny settled in her seat and Harry glanced over, the red head quickly averting her eyes. In Harry's lap Eevee looked up at him, complaining that he'd stopped petting.

Even with the new arrivals the compartment stayed quiet. It seemed like none of them really wanted to talk, instead preferring to just take comfort in each other's presence. Harry, for his part, kept his hand idly stroking Eevee's soft fur, feeling it calm him as the Hogwarts Express wound its way south.

Of course the journey could not continue that way. Not with the way this year had gone so far.

Several hours into the journey Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway, alone, with thunder in his eyes.

"Potter," he snapped, his voice shaking. Harry faced him with dead eyes. "Got anything to say for yourself?" Harry blinked. He shook his head.

That only seemed to infuriate Malfoy further. "The nerve of you, Potter," he snarled. "To do what you've done to me and not even have the guts to admit to it. You threw my father in Azkaban. You! And I will not forget it."

Harry stood up, so suddenly that Malfoy flinched back, but he did not make any more sudden movements. Instead he simply handed Eevee over to Hermione, the normal type shifting slightly in his sleep, and turned to face Malfoy head on.

"I don't care about your father, Malfoy," Harry told him quietly. "I don't care if he's in Azkaban, I don't care if he's out. I don't care one way or another what the hell Lucius Malfoy is doing but I'll tell you one thing." He stepped forward. They were face to face now, mere inches apart.

"If you ever do anything, anything at all, that is designed to hurt the people I care about, I'll kill you." He said this with such a straight face, no hint of inflection in his voice, that Malfoy looked uncomfortable. His eyes narrowed.

"I don't believe you," he said, and he smirked. "You don't have it in you, Potter." Harry's expression did not change.

"Look me in the eyes, Malfoy," Harry told him. "Tell me I'm lying. You may think that I sent your father to prison but do you know what you did? You killed my godfather. You are the reason he's dead. You destroyed the closest connection I had to my parents… and if you don't think I won't be willing to kill you after that…" He trailed off.

Malfoy swallowed. "I guess we'll see, Potter," he drawled.

"I guess we will," Harry agreed and he swung the door shut in Malfoy's face. There was silence in the compartment.

"Harry?" Hermione said weakly. Harry ignored her. In Hermione's arms Eevee roused himself, looking confused, and Harry walked over to take him back, the baby Pokémon happily settling down now that he was back in Harry's arms as Harry returned to his seat. He ignored his friends' worried looks, not wanting to face whatever they had to say to him, and looked out the compartment window.

He had meant it. Every word he'd said was said with complete honesty and he hoped that Malfoy had recognised that because he really did not want to have to deal with him. But he knew it was wishful thinking that Malfoy would stay out of the fight. He was already in it. His role in getting Harry down there, working with the Death Eaters to plot his capture, had proven that he'd picked his side. And if what he had seen was any indication he was a lot deeper than Harry had thought. For in that moment that Voldemort had fled from the Ministry Harry had seen the humanoid figure of Kadabra standing behind him.

Malfoy had chosen his side.

Soon enough London was in sight, not a word having been uttered since Malfoy's appearance in the compartment, and the Hogwarts Express started slowing to a stop as they arrived at King's Cross Station, the six of them rousing themselves lethargically and starting to move.

Harry looked to Eevee, still sitting in his lap, pondering whether to return him to his Pokéball, but with the movement around him the baby Pokémon was excited once more and so instead Harry lifted him up to his shoulder, safely away from the chaos of trunks being lowered from the luggage racks, as steadily the six of them started to leave.

The platform was busy once they exited the train, Harry and the others some of the last off as families were reunited after another long year, this time with added worry and relief. It took them a while to find their own way, though Luna quickly disappeared in the direction of a tall blond man who could only be her father, before Mrs Weasley hurried into view.

"Oh, there you are," she fretted anxiously, rushing forward and pulling them into a hug one by one. "Come on, quickly, let's get out of here." Behind her stood Remus, still looking tired, and Moody, limping forward with his Murkrow on his shoulder.

"We'll be going then," Ron said, turning to Neville. "See you next year, mate."

"Yeah," Neville agreed. "See you later." He looked around.

"I spotted your grandmother over there, Neville," Remus said helpfully, pointing through the crowd to where Augusta Longbottom stood, back straight and proud.

"Thank you, Professor Lupin," Neville said gratefully. "Bye." And he disappeared into the crowd.

"Your father is waiting with the van," Mrs Weasley told her children. "And Hermione, dear, you'll be coming with us. Your parents will meet up with you at the Burrow."

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," Hermione said politely. Mrs Weasley turned to Harry.

"Look after yourself, dear, alright," she told him, her brow creased in concern. "We'll see you soon enough. Stay safe." And with that Mrs Weasley led her two children and Hermione away from the group and disappeared from view.

"You'll be coming with us, Harry," Remus said, surprising him. "The Dursleys have been informed that they won't be required to pick you up. We thought it would be better if you had some security on your way back." That made a lot of sense.

"Come on," Moody grunted, turning and clunking his way towards the exit, Harry and Remus following behind him. As they went they bumped into several of Harry's school friends, mostly from the DA. Dean and Seamus clapped him on the shoulder as he passed. Angelina Johnson gave him a firm nod. Colin Creevey wished him luck.

Mad-Eye led Harry and Remus out to a nearby parking lot, about ten minutes away from the station itself. There they found Moody's Volkswagen, recognisable simply because no other car in that condition would still be allowed on the road. Harry climbed into the back, Moody and Remus taking the driver's and front passenger's seats respectively, and Moody's old reliable kicked into life and started rattling its way out of London.

The journey seemed to fly by, though Harry knew it was only because he was paying so little attention, but before he knew it Moody was pulling in to Privet Drive and came to a rumbling stop outside number four.

"You take it from here, Lupin," Moody growled. "You blend in better." Remus left the car without argument and Harry, prodding awake a sleepy Eevee, did so too, watching as Remus pulled his trunk out of Moody's boot and rolled up to the front door.

"This is where I leave you," Remus said, lifting the spare key out from under a plant pot. Harry was sure the Dursleys wouldn't be pleased to know their secret hiding place wasn't so secret anymore. "We'll be back in a month or so. In the meantime, stay safe. We'll see you soon, Harry."

And with that Remus left, climbing back into Moody's Volkswagen, and the two of them disappeared down Privet Drive and out of sight, leaving the street silent and empty.

Harry turned and unlocked the front door, carrying his trunk inside. It was deathly silent in the house, the Dursleys must either be asleep or out, either one Harry didn't really care. He closed the door behind him and slowly climbed up the staircase, idly noting Eevee's interest in his surroundings as he did his best to pull his trunk up the stairs without making too much noise. He made it to his bedroom without interruption, the room cold and the air stale, and he dropped his trunk by the end of the bed and sat down. Eevee jumped up beside him.

It was dark, the only light shining through from the street lamps outside Harry's bedroom window, yet Harry didn't bother to turn on the light. And though Harry felt like doing nothing, like sitting there and allowing time to pass without his input or experience, he knew there was something he simply had to do.

He moved over to his trunk, flipping the lid open carefully, and found what he needed within moments. Eevee looked over curiously, wondering what was happening, but Harry didn't explain.

"You'll need to go inside your Pokéball," Harry told the Pokémon. Eevee didn't look happy about that but he didn't complain either, merely standing there and allowing Harry to do what he wanted to him. And with Eevee safely back in his Pokéball Harry closed his trunk and left the room.

Harry exited number four as inconspicuously as he had arrived, glancing down to both ends of the street to ensure no one was there to see him, clutching something awkwardly under his arm. He couldn't hang around here, he needed secrecy and seclusion, and so he quickly hurried away, his goal the local park.

As Harry had anticipated the park was empty and, with the cover of trees to the side and the darkness of night lowering visibility, he had the perfect place to complete his task. Slowly, placing the box down at his feet, he released Charizard.

Charizard appeared with a low rumble, not loud enough to concern Harry that he might have been overheard, yet still he looked around furtively. Charizard watched him as he did so, most likely wondering why he'd been called upon. Charizard spent his summers inside his Pokéball and had not expected to see the outside world until Harry was back at Hogwarts once more.

Meanwhile Harry, satisfied that nobody was watching, gently knelt down on the ground and opened the box. The Charizardite X glowed up at him, seeming to emit a certain light that he had not noticed in the illumination of his dormitory. He turned to Charizard.

"This is from Sirius," Harry told him and Charizard bowed his head in respect. He hadn't known Sirius that well but to Harry he'd meant the world, and so it did for Charizard too. "He was collecting the other one before… what happened." Charizard let out a small puff of air in sorrow.

"He wanted me to have this, for you," Harry told his Pokémon and Charizard leaned down to have a look himself. "With this stone and my Key Stone you'll be able to Mega Evolve, if you want. Do you want to, Charizard?" Charizard looked him in the eye and his meaning was clear. If Harry wanted it then so did he. Harry smiled.

Gently Harry lifted the Mega Stone out from its protective casing, marvelling at just how smooth the orb was. It felt delicate, as though it would smash if he held it too tight, and so it was with great care that he lifted it into the air.

Its place was on Charizard's back, in the circular slot fashioned into Charizard's armour, and Harry gently pushed it into place, worrying that it would simply fall loose once he let go. But it didn't. The Mega Stone was a perfect fit. He stepped back and faced Charizard.

"Okay," he said with a shaky breath. "Are you ready?" Charizard gave him a nod. With shaking hands Harry reached down the front of his shirt and pulled out his Key Stone, his father's Key Stone, and held the small marble sized stone in his fingers. "Let's go."

The effect was immediate, a building of power beneath his finger tips that seemed to battle with his pulse before falling into rhythm. Light spread from the Key Stone, reaching out towards Charizard, and from Charizard's back more light fought its way to him. The two streams met each other halfway, joining together in a burst of light, and Harry felt the humming power beneath his fingers grow stronger, the very feeling infiltrating every pore of his body as Charizard straightened up, his eyes gleaming with that same power, and he started to change.

Charizard started to glow. His body shone bright, so bright that most would look away, but Harry did not. He watched as Charizard grew, his wings becoming larger, his body becoming more fierce and jagged, angular features spreading across his form as the night air warmed with his very presence.

Eventually the light faded and Charizard stood before him in his new form, Mega Charizard X. Taller than before, with dark skin and a cobalt blue underbelly, brilliant blue flames burning from his mouth and ridges extending from his shoulders and back, Charizard looked down at him with gleaming red eyes and Harry looked up to meet them.

Power emanated from his Pokémon, waves that put everything else around him to shame, and Harry felt them stronger than anything. That power was inside him, radiating throughout his body, and as he closed his eyes to savour the feeling he felt Charizard along with him, his thoughts and Harry's side by side, connected by a power the likes of which he'd never felt before.

He sighed, realising he'd been holding his breath while the Mega Evolution had transpired, and his mind started to clear again as it became used to the energy that flowed through him. Yet Charizard didn't fade, their connection strong even as the energy that came with Mega Evolution faded into a dull hum.

Charizard let out a low growl, sounding ever so slightly different from what he had before, though it was no doubt that this was the same Pokémon, and Harry opened his eyes. Charizard looked down at him with wide, honest eyes, and Harry felt Charizard's realisation, his full understanding of everything Harry was thinking, everything Harry was going through. And Harry felt it too, the truth behind Charizard, and what made him him. And he understood.

With a weak smile Harry appreciated his Pokémon's concern, having no need to say it out loud, for Charizard felt his emotions as clearly as he did. He stepped forward without fear, reaching out a hand to touch Charizard for the first time in his new form, marvelling at the heat that burned warm within him even at rest, and gently laid his head on Charizard's neck.

There were many things Harry couldn't control. Many, many things and many of them were dangerous, and terrifying, and if Harry could do anything he would. But the future was unknown, the only thing certain being that there would be pain, and suffering, now and in the road ahead, and he held on to Charizard, his partner, his confidant, his equal, and his friend, and he prayed that one day things would be better. That one day it would be over.

And Harry James Potter, Pokémon trainer and fifteen year old boy, could not wait for that day to come.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the end of Harry Potter and the Legion of Ho-oh, I hope you all enjoyed it.

Thanks to those who answered the question of the day of the last chapter. Since this is the final chapter of this story there won't be one this time but there is something else I wanted to ask.

The question of the day feature in this story seemed quite popular when it started but recently the number of responses has dropped significantly. I was also recently looking through the reviews and it struck me how little there was said about the actual story in these reviews in comparison to before I started it, which is kind of concerning given the point of the review system in the first place. So what I'm asking of you is; do you want me to continue doing questions of the day? Are there any things you think might improve it and make it better? Basically whatever thoughts you have about it let me know and I'll make my decision about it when I come round to uploading the next story in the series.

To Jacebrolar: Obviously I'm not going to give away whether the thing with Ginny means that Harry will end up with her or not but I will say something about the canon pairings.

Unless I'm specifically thinking of something different the canon pairings are my default and I think one of the reasons I tend to use them is just how unloved they seem to be in the Harry Potter community. Personally I blame the movies for this. They barely took the time to show Ginny as a character before making the romance between her and Harry and for Ron they messed with him consistently over the course of the movies, removing many of his best scenes and often giving them to Hermione. In the books the two complement each other but in the movies Hermione is just so much better than Ron and when Ron falls out with Harry in Goblet of Fire and Deathly Hallows both times you are left thinking that Harry's actually better off without him.

Now that I've finished with my rant I can say that my pairings have been finalised since very early on. Also I don't really have any ships for Pokémon, I don't really care that much about the characters. Except Brock. I want Brock to be happy.

I've had requests to list the Pokémon teams of certain characters so I've put those down below:

Harry: Charizard, Talonflame, Pikachu, Eevee

Ron: Arcanine, Blastoise, Torkoal, Pidgeot, Machoke, Metang

Hermione: Noctowl, Mismagius, Flygon, Buizel, Espurr

Neville: Venusaur, Toxicroak, Scizor, Dewott, Pupitar

Ginny: Ninetales, Haunter, Bayleef

Luna: Espeon, Musharna, Loudred

Draco: Serperior, Honchkrow, Kadabra, Weavile, Pawniard

Colin: Ledian, Bibarel, Magneton

Fred: Kecleon, Volbeat, Magmar

George: Kecleon, Illumise, Electabuzz

As usual there will be a two week break between stories, plenty of time for you to let me know what you think and to give your opinion on the question of the day conundrum. I'll leave you with a quick preview of the next story, Harry Potter and the Serpent's Secret:

Chapter 1: Horace Slughorn

It had been a long summer.

Harry Potter, now sixteen years old, had never enjoyed his time with the Dursleys at Number Four Privet Drive. But since he first found out about Pokémon and that he had been signed up to learn at Hogwarts School of Pokémon Training it had never been this hard.

Over the years the summers spent with the Dursley family were long and torturous, only made bearable by the company of Harry's Pokémon as he so desperately craved to return to the Pokémon world.

This year was different. He still had his Pokémon, they weren't leaving him any time soon, and staying at the Dursleys had been long and torturous as always. But Harry didn't want to go back. He didn't want to do anything. For just a couple of months ago Harry had been hit with a loss so great he thought he'd never be able to recover.

The ringing of the doorbell caught his attention. There was some muffled movement, Uncle Vernon moving his sizeable bulk through the house to answer it, and then a brief exclamation. Harry did not react.

Yet, admittedly, he probably should. He could make a pretty good guess at who was at the door. If it was him he was right on time.