Pokémon Potter.

A/N This is an AU, so it isn't completely like the books and all. And there is no Crookshanks or Pig.

Chapter 2. The wizard World. Or Earth.

Last time in PP:

Arceus looked at the three before him, when he spoke. 'You three are chosen by fate to appear before us, what you about to learn is of high importance, so treat it like it."

The three Pokémon looked up and nodded in sync with each other.

The three little ones each took a paw or a wing in theirs and began to run to the portal.

'Remember, you'll know who the other chosen one's are when you meet them.' Said Mewtwo when the three jumped into the portal.

'Good luck chosen one's. May Ho-Oh be with you.' Said both Mewtwo and Arceus before the portal closed and the three glided through space and time.

A green star flashed again, it kept flashing as if it was telling them something.

'It seemed like we just found out what to do.' Said Pichu. Meowht and Noctowl nodded and together they flew towards the green star. It started to flash brighter and faster when the three came closer to the green star, and with one bright green flash the three were gone. And only the empty space was left behind like before our first trio of hero's entered it.

And now we go to our other three hero's. The three that need to defend their world and don't know that help from a different world has just arrived. Yet.

So, here we continue our story…

Hermione Granger was sitting next to her bedroom window, outside it was raining. 'perfectly fitting for my mood.' She thought. Because this summer wasn't one of the best summers Hermione have had.

After the disaster at the Third Task of the Triwizard championship. She was worried about one of her best friends, Harry Potter. He had seen Cedric murdered by one of the dangerous and darkest wizards. And that said dark wizard had been returned with a new body and was even now more dangerous than ever.

Hermione sighed again. She knew the whole tournament traumatized Harry, he faced things no fourteen year old should ever face. Dragons, the Black lake, the monsters in the Third Task and a madman who's out to kill him to boot. Hermione looks out off the window again and wonders how Ron deals with everything. She sighed again. Hermione knows she said that Ron had the emotional range of a wooden tea spoon, but she knew he was just as worried about Harry as she was.

Abigail Granger heard the sighs off her daughter. She knew something was wrong, she was concerned about her daughter for a while. For example, Hermione has more nightmares than ever before, when Abigail thought about it. The increase of nightmares started since the summer after her second year at Hogwarts, and Abigail was sure of it that something had happened at Hogwarts. Something Hermione hadn't told her parents. Or maybe couldn't.

Abigail Granger wasn't stupid, Hermione's intelligence didn't fall from the sky after all. She knew there were some things that had happened at that school she didn't know or if she even wanted to know. It was a Magical school after all. Who knows what can happen.

Abigail could guess the reasons why Hermione never told her parents the whole truth about her years at Hogwarts. She and Dan had spoken about it the last few years, to get Hermione from Hogwarts and to a normal school. But they couldn't. Every time they would tell their daughter that she would go to a different school, either she came up to them and tell them about something wonderful about the magical world or Hogwarts. Or she just got a letter from one of her friends, and then she just looked so happy.

The elder Grangers knew Hermione didn't had much or even any friends before Hogwarts. They couldn't just take that from her. So Abigail decided to talk to her daughter to make sure she could tell them anything.

"Hermione?..."

Meanwhile; At the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon:

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you have been moping around the house since the start of the summer. What's wrong?" Molly Weasley asked her youngest son from his bedroom door.

She had never seen Ron like this, he eat just fine, although sometimes a bit less messy. But he hasn't been playing Wizards chess, Quidditch or just anything remotely fun around here. And Molly was very concerned.

"I'm fine mum." Ron answered. "I've been just thinking."

"Thinking?" Asked Molly while she set the laundry basked down on the ground. "Thinking about what?"

"Harry." This answer didn't surprised Molly.

"Honey, we all are concerned about Harry, after what happened in the tournament..." Molly said while sitting on Ron's bed.

"Or after.." Ron absently said, lost in his thoughts.

"What do you mean? After?" Molly asked, becoming curious.

"The whole resurrect of You-Know-Who, and the Crouch/Moody imposter. He didn't let it show, but that had a impact on Harry. And I didn't knew what to do. Heck, I still don't know what to do."

Molly looked down on her son, and to her surprised shock she saw tears glisten in his eyes, trying to get out.

"Ron…"

"How can I say I'm anybody's best mate when I don't know how to cheer him up or do something."

"Because Harry thinks so." Said Molly after a bit of silence.

"Huh?"

"You can say you're Harry's best mate because he thinks you're his best mate. And maybe you can ask Hermione what you could do or you both could do for Harry." Molly rose from the bed and turned towards Ron. "I'm sure you both could figure out something. But in the meantime you should get downstairs."

"What?" Ron sat up from his bed. "Why downstairs?"

"Because there is a really nice lady downstairs for you." Molly answered when she walked down with the laundry basket under her arm.

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Why not, I've got nothing better to do." And with that he stood up and walked down the stairs.

At Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey :

"Boy!"

A thunderous voice sounded trough Privet Drive nr 4.

A boy with unruly raven black hair and glasses on his nose came quickly down the stairs. He knew better then to keep his relatives waiting when they yelled like that.

He walked into the hallway and to the door where his uncle stood, Vernon's face becoming a nice shade of purple he always turned into when dealing with the youth. Because this fourteen (-almost fifteen) year old boy, wasn't an ordinary boy. No, this boy is a Wizard, and a powerful one too. This boy was called Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Not that he cared much, he preferred to be just Harry.

When Harry saw what had caused the big whale to bellow like that, he had to blink. At the front door was Arabella Figgs. A neighbor from Privet Drive, and she was in tears. Harry wondered why she would cry at the their front door when he saw what she was holding. It was something in a white blanket that had red stains. Harry didn't know what it was, but his gut told him it couldn't be good. He walked towards the front door.

"I'm so sorry Harry, I never thought they would catch her. I always assumed that she was too fast for them. Too smart." Said Mrs. Figg while tears rolled down on her face. Harry was torn between comforting Mrs. Figg, (though he wouldn't know how), and running the other way. He knew what was under that blanket, in his heart, he knew. But somehow he had to see her himself. To prove himself that it was really her. With shaking hands he took the blanket from Mrs. Figg and opened it. And inside he saw something he wished he'd never had seen. Hedwig. His longest companion beside Hagrid, was dead. She had blood all over and had been bitten in several places. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he ignore the need to shy away from the touch and followed the hand towards Mrs. Figg.

"I'm so, so sorry." Was all she said before she turned around and walked away.

Harry still stood in the doorway for who knows how long before he came out off his state by his Uncle.

"Get out Boy! We are getting some important guest over and I don't want you to ruin it!" He bellowed from the living room. "And close the door! We aren't paying the heat bills because you freaks don't shut doors."

Harry gladly complied, he only checked that he had his money pouch, (that contained both pounds and wizard money), and his wand before he closed the door beside him started walking.

Harry was walking a bit aimlessly, with a dead Hedwig still in his arm, still a bit in a shock before an idea came to him.

'I want to bury her.' That seemed to snap him out off his state. He went through his memories and thought before he decided. He was going to bury her in the same place as his other loved ones were buried. With a determined face he held up his right hand.

Back at the Granger residence:

It took Abigail a while to convince Hermione that they wouldn't pull her from Hogwarts, no matter what she said. Though she was tempted to break that promise after having heard about all the real adventures her daughter had in that school. Dragons, giant snakes and trolls, soul sucking monsters and a Dark lord Voldemort to name a few. Now her daughter was sobbing in her sweater after telling the true stories of her four years of school.

And Abigail knew that not all those tears were for herself, no, most off those tears where for the boy that captured her heart. Of course Hermione didn't admitted it yet. But Abigail wasn't fooled, she saw the looks in her little girl's eyes and heard it in her voice. Hermione was so in love with the dark haired teen Wizard.

Abigail looked towards the same window Hermione was looking through a while ago and saw that the rain had stopped. She knew that Hermione needed something to cheer herself up and take her mind off things at this moment. And after that they would talk some more.

"Hermione? What would you say if we were to go to that bookshop at that magical alley? Maybe you can find something there that will help you put your mind off things for now." Abigail told her daughter, who had calmed down a bit. "Now, we will talk about things more, and if we can help that Harry of yours when we get back alright?" She said when Hermione opened her mouth to protest. "That way we can plan correctly without our feelings running rampage. Okay?"

Hermione couldn't fault that logic, so they grabbed their coats and Hermione her wand and together they walked out the front door. Coming near the street, Hermione looked around if there was someone watching and held up her hand.

The outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon

Ron had dressed and was walking down the stairs when he heard a dreamy voice talking.

"Thank you for the tea Mrs. Weasley, it really tastes wonderfully and I can't see a Leffer anywhere."

Ron chuckled to himself. Though he didn't really talked to Luna much since he started Hogwarts, he liked her and her strange creatures. Off course he sometimes that she was a bit weird, a bit Loony, even. He liked her company, he remembered how often he played and listened to her about those creatures. He promised himself then and there that he would spent more time with his neighbor and friend. Like going to Diagon Alley.

And with that resolve he walked down the last stairs toward the kitchen for a good feeling breakfast and a nice talk with Luna Lovegood.