Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter or Pokemon, that's why I post on a Fanfiction website.

Chapter One

The Fates Denied.

"The one with the power to vanquish the - Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Thirty-seven.

The ghostly image of Sybill Trelawney sank into Albus Dumbledore's pensieve leaving a stunned and horrified silence in it's wake.

"James, Lily..."

The two expecting parents turned terrified eyes on their old Headmaster. The perpetual twinkle in his cerulean orbs seemed to have gone out, leaving them more gray than blue. His already aged features were lined with misery and his normally strong body had slumped in on itself in defeat.

"W-Why?"Asked Lily Potter desperately, tears streaming from her emerald green eyes. "Why our boy?"

"Alas," said Dumbledore quietly with genuine regret, "prophecy is a tricky art to understand at the best of times and I never really studied the art of divination, a mistake in hindsight." The Headmaster straightened in his seat. "Lord Voldemort only heard the first line of the prophecy but that was enough to reach the logical conclusion; you and your baby are in danger. I am positive that the Dark Lord will hunt for you in an effort to subvert the prophecy."

"Wait a minute," said James Potter, hope sparkling in his hazel orbs, "The Prophecy might not refer to us at all." Lily looked to her husband with desperate longing. "Frank and Alice Longbottom are expecting a son at the end of July and they've also defied Voldemort three times." James felt terrible for throwing his friends and fellow Aurors under the bus, so to speak, but the lives of his wife and unborn child hung in the balance.

Lily turned hopeful eyes back to the Headmaster.

Albus nodded and took a sip of his tea.

"I have a meeting with the Longbottoms tomorrow. But I fear that you are in more danger than them. I believe that Tom will subconsciously target his fellow half-blood over the pure-blooded Longbottom baby."

The threesome sat in contemplative silence.

"How did Voldemort overhear part of the Prophecy?" Said James. "I highly doubt he had his scaly ear pressed against the door." He peeked at his wife and saw the corner of her lips turn upwards for a second at the absurd mental picture.

Albus stalled, the news would surely upset the Potters, Lily especially.

"Severus Snape," sighed Albus as the two gasped, "He eavesdropped on the job interview the Prophecy was foretold at. The owner of the pup apprehended him and expelled him from the establishment before I could obliviate him."

"That bastard!" Exclaimed James, who jumped from his seat to pace infront of the Headmaster's fireplace.

Lily sank into sobs at the final betrayal of her one time best friend.

"There is a spell I think will hide you from Voldemort," said Dumbledore, catching the distraught couple's attention. "The Fidelius Charm," Lily's head snapped up and the headmaster saw recognition flare in her puffy eyes, "Ah, I believe you've heard of it?"

Lily nodded.

"The Fidelius Charm works by hiding the location of a place in the soul of the Secret Keeper. Only the Secret Keeper can disclose the location to a person. With this charm, Voldemort could stand infront of your driveway and see nothing. If you wish it, I will perform the spell."

James and Lily exchanged a look and seemed to be communicating silently.

"We appreciate the offer Headmaster," said James, "Is there any criteria for choosing the Secret Keeper?"

The Headmaster nodded.

"Let's examine the word 'Fidelius'," said Albus in his most patient 'teacher voice'. "The root of 'Fidelius' is 'Fidelity', meaning 'to trust'. You can be your own Secret Keeper but the Charm works best when trust is placed in another person. Do you have someone you feel you can trust your life to?"

James and Lily exchanged another look.

"Well," hedged the Marauder known as Prongs, "Padfoot and Moony are dead but Wormtail is alive."

Lily's frown dipped into a grimace; she had never liked Peter Pettigrew, even after warming up to Sirius and Remus.

"Would you be agreeable with Peter Pettigrew becoming your Secret Keeper?"

The two Potters nodded.

Shortly after that, plans were made to contact Wormtail and the Potters left the office of the Headmaster for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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Entrance Hall, Hogwarts

"What are we going to do, Lily?"

The temperamental red-head turned and hugged herself to her husband's side.

"We won't trust just the Fidelius Charm."

James raised an eyebrow as he embraced his wife.

"I'm not an Unspeakable for nothing, James," said a convicted Lily. "I'll find a way to save us and our baby from that bastard if it's the last thing I do."

Prongs nodded.

"Yeah, and I'm going to ward our property six ways from Tuesday; If that son of a bitch comes knocking I'll blow him to Hell and back. You know that we Potters have always been Warders; it's how we made our fortune. I would've been one myself if the Aurors weren't so short staffed."

Lily smiled and allowed herself to believe that they could all survive this. Wiggling out of her husband's arms, Lily and James walked to the school gates where they disapparated with a soft pop.

The two Potters would spend the next year and a half planning and preparing for Voldemort's eventual house call.

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Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow, Wales

October 31, 1981

The Potters were playing with their fifteen month old baby in the living room when a Proximity Ward was triggered, sounding a klaxon from the very walls of their home. James jumped up and looked out the window. Scowling, Prongs turned to his wife.

"Lily, he's here."

With those three words, the fiery red-head was all business. She silently summoned a shrunken trunk from the master bedroom and then another from Harry's nursery.

"Do you have everything we need?"

James smiled.

"Of course, Lilylove. I went to Gringotts months ago to empty both the Artifact Vault as well as any outstanding monetary vaults; the Potters have officially left the building."

Lily smiled back at her easygoing husband and bounced an amused Harry in her arms.

Summoning two shrunken trunks from his office, James enlarged and opened one. He waved his wand in a wide arc, making all loose heirlooms, photos, papers, and furniture pack themselves neatly inside.

Looking outside, Lily squinted into the darkness.

"It looks like he just finished disabling the first layer of enchantments."

James nodded and tapped a panel on the wall. The panel was rectangular in shape and made of silver. It was covered in complex rune sequences. Tapping one defensive array, the symbol started glowing softly. Slowly, the other runes started glowing.

""C'mon Lily. That should keep him busy for a while."

Lily, having just finished putting all the shrunken trunks in an expanded bag, nodded towards her husband and led him to the basement of Potter Cottage.

Entering the refurbished wine cellar, James couldn't help but be stunned at his wife's 'pet project'. After the Potters had a chance to absorb the Prophecy they had started preparing. For James, this included setting up a truly vicious slew of enchantments, wards, and traps for any unwanted visitors, as well as emptying all Potter bank accounts and setting their affairs in order. He also helped his wife with whatever she needed while she finalized their escape plan.

For Lily, this involved stealing classified notes on top secret research in the Department of Mysteries and developing a way to help them escape the clutches of an unwanted prophecy. It took a while, but one night three weeks before Harry had been born, Lily was leafing through an old notebook when a curious phrase caught her attention. 'Alternate Universe' Intrigued, Lily began researching furiously for a way to relocate her family to an alternate universe.

The refurbished cellar was the fruits of her labor. From floor to ceiling, every surface was paneled in black marble. Runes covered every available surface and on the wall furthest from the staircase a complex, multi-layered, magic circle would be their departure point. The ambient magic of the surrounding land seemed to seep through the thick rock walls and permeate the very air the wizards and witch breathed. Static electricity prickled along the short hairs on their arms and on the back of their necks.

"Wow..."

Lily smiled at her husband's gift of the understatement.

"C'mon."

The red-head steered her husband to the magic circle. Tapping a charging rune with her wand, a silver light slowly filled the circle. With one final burst of light the circle was no longer a thick stone wall but a rippling window to another world.

The two Potters peered through the rift and saw a quiet forest. Evergreen trees formed a thick canopy that blocked the sun and a well worn path wound it's way through trim, green grass. They could see little creatures scurrying in the tall grass and leaping from tree branch to tree branch.

"You sure this world has modern humans?"

Lily nodded and the two stepped through after activating a powerful, time-delayed, self destruct ward that would incinerate the house and the surrounding acre of land.

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Ten Years Later

Viridian Forest, Kanto

"Piertotum Locomotor!" James Potter flicked his wand (Mahogany, Phoenix Feather) and animated a series of garden gnomes set to surround and subdue his son in their latest training session.

Eleven year old Harry Potter jabbed his wand (Rowan, Dragon Heartstring) at the garden gnomes and shouted, "Expulso! Expulso! Expulso!" rendering the three animates into dust with rapid-fire bursts of magic.

There was a silence as the dust cleared and at the same time the two male Potters brandished their wands, ready to attempt their next Hex when they were interrupted by a red-headed tempest.

"Harry James Potter! James Charlus Potter!"

A heavily pregnant Lily Potter stormed out of a three story cottage to see her eleven year old son and her man-child of a husband dueling in the front garden. Both boy and man dropped their wands to the sides and ran their hands through their similarly messy black hair in the same manner, drawing a quickly hid smile from the expectant mother.

"What have I told you about dueling so early in the morning -and in the front yard, no less?"

"Sorry mum," said Harry, looking the perfect picture of an abashed eleven year old, "but I'm going on my Pokemon journey soon and I need to practice my magic as much as I can before I leave."

Lily sighed.

"Must you really leave?" pleaded Lily desperately, a hand resting on her swollen stomach, "I don't like the idea of my only son away from home so early, especially with your new little sister on the way."

James put his arms behind his wife to comfort her; they had had many late night talks over her son's desire to become a Pokemon Trainer.

"Mum," began Harry in a tone that said all too clearly that he thought his progenitors were being daft, "all the best Pokemon Trainers start young." Harry looked to the floor, suddenly serious, "When we first came here from Godric's Hollow you never really looked beyond the neighboring city for other Magicals; we might not be as alone as we all thought. We can all sense this worlds ambient magic, I refuse to admit that we're the only three people who can use it."

There it was, the secret reason Harry was dead set on going on a journey; he wanted to find other Magicals. James and Lily closed their eyes in resignation; there was no way they'd hinder their son's noble goal.

"Very well," whispered Lily, "If you're going then we must prepare you. We've been teaching you magic since you were old enough to talk and walk but I can't help but feel it's not enough. Pokemon can be dangerous if trained by those with evil intentions."

Harry stepped forward and hugged his distraught mother, he knew the strain this was putting on her pregnancy but he felt his goals were important.

"C'mon mum, dad, I need to see what I need to pack, and dad said he'd teach me new meditation techniques to control my animagus form. I am leaving for Pallet Town in a month after all."

Lily smiled into her son's unruly raven hair and led her boys into their forest home. It had been ten happy years since they made the decision to run from fate and she had never looked back.

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One Month Later

Route One, Kanto

Harry Potter had the feeling that he was figuratively standing on the precipice of a grand adventure. Literally, he was walking south on Route One, the major road connecting Viridian City to Pallet Town where Professor Samuel Oak lived. The path was rather scenic with expansive grasslands as far as his eyes could see and the occasional tree providing sparse relief from the summer sun. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers to his sensitive nose and he smiled; what a good day to begin a journey!

Harry felt he had made good time on the day long hike down Route One. He had started so early in the day that it could probably be considered night and by ten in the morning he was more than half way there. He considered himself lucky that he escaped from his family cottage with as little fussing as possible, something he was sure his father had a hand in.

The young trainer was currently wearing a light blue t-shirt with a dark blue collar, an unzipped black jacket with white trim and accents at the zipper and up the arms and shoulders, a pair of light gray jeans held up by a black belt and a pair of black trainers. His glasses were circular with wire frames and his hair stuck up in all angles. His wand was in a holster on his left forearm. On his shoulders hung an enchanted rucksack with a slew of Undetectable Extension Charms, Feather-Light Charms, and Weatherproofing Charms, in which was a shrunken trunk with spare clothes, an extra ancestor's wand, a knife (more of a dagger, really), money, emergency food held under a Stasis Charm, the Potter family invisibility cloak, and a sleeping bag, not to mention a small section devoted to magical books, premade potions, and potion ingredients.

(AN: If Hermione can have a Bag of Holding in DH then why not Harry?)

Harry sighed and shook his head in exasperation, he felt his mother had gone overboard with the packing but if it made her worry less then he'd carry an entire house with him -not that Harry felt he was going to use most of the stuff she packed for him.

Harry yawned as he recalled his parents final request.

"Remember Harry," said James Potter, an unusually serious look on his face, "you must not use magic in front of the normals unless it's an emergency, and even then you must be careful to make them forget your abilities."

Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Your dad's right," agreed Lily with a nod, "you never know how someone will react to your magic, and these people have Pokemon to back up any unfounded fears they might have. They're not like the muggles back in England; they have an immediate power against us. So please be careful."

Harry snapped out of his reverie when he came upon a signpost with two arrows going in opposite directions. The arrow pointing south read: Pallet Town, Three Miles. The other, pointing north, read: Viridian City, Seven Miles.

Nodding to himself, Harry picked up his pace, determined to get to Pallet with enough time to find a place to camp so he could get his Starter Pokemon first thing in the morning.

It took nearly an ninety minutes to walk the last three miles to the peaceful burg and Harry was hungry by the time he crossed the town gate. Finding his way to an alley between two buildings and making sure he wasn't seen, Harry pulled a wrapped sandwich from his rucksack and started munching after removing the Stasis Charm.

Harry eventually had to ask for directions to Professor Oak's Laboratory and when he arrived there was a small line out front. Taking his place, Harry set up camp, knowing that he'd be one of the first getting a Pokemon the next morning.

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The Next Day

Professor Oaks Laboratory, Pallet Town, Kanto

The crowing of a Doduo woke Harry at sunrise the next day. Siting up blearily, Harry shook his head in an attempt to clear the sleepiness away. Standing up, the prospective trainer stretched before looking around; so far, he was the only one awake. Subtly drawing his wand, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm so he could stuff his sleeping bag into his expanded rucksack and wait for the lab to open.

Two hours later, Harry and a girl his age were shown into a sterile white room by a nondescript lab aid with smooth black hair wearing a knee length white lab coat. The aid deposited something on a side table and nodded at Harry and the girl before leaving the room through a side door. It was only a few minutes later when an old man with white hair and thick black eyebrows, a brown jacket, a blue polo shirt, and black trousers entered from a side door. He had a kind, grandfatherly appearance but there was an unmistakable spark of knowledge in his brown eyes.

He walked over to a side table and picked up what the aid left behind. Harry recognized it as a few sheets of paper with his information on it.

"Hello, young Harry Potter of Viridian Forest," said Oak with a nod. "Welcome to the wide world of Pokemon! Today you'll be getting your very first Pokemon!" Harry couldn't help but grin a little at his enthusiasm. "Hello Ms. Green," said Oak, turning to the girl, "I spoke to your mother yesterday, If you would tell her that I'd be honored to eat dinner with your family tonight, I'd be grateful."

The girl who's surname was a color nodded with a large smile and Harry raised an eyebrow at both her name and the familiarity these two had.

For the first time Harry really inspected the girl. She had long, straight, brown hair covered by a white sunhat, a light blue tanktop with a tight, sleeveless, black undershirt beneath it. She had a red pleated skirt, white and gray tennis-shoes, and baggy blue socks. She carried a yellow messenger bag and had fuzzy, black sweat bands on her wrists. She seemed to radiate a happy energy.

"So," said Oak, clapping his hands together, "let's go pick out your new Pokemon."

They started walking and Harry decided to introduce himself to his fellow beginner trainer.

"Hi," he held his hand out, "my name's Harry."

The girl grinned and grasped the proffered hand.

"Leaf, but a lot of people call me Green."

Harry was about to say something else when Professor Oak interrupted.

"Okay you two, I have three Pokemon for you to choose from; the Fire type, Charmander," a Picture of an orange salamander-like Pokemon with a flaming tail flashed on the wall from a projector. "The Water type, Squirtle," the picture of Charmander changed to a blue, bipedal turtle with a brown shell, a yellow underbelly, and a swirly, blue tail. "And last but not least, the Grass type, Bulbasaur." The Picture of Squirtle changed to a spotted, green and blue, frog-like Pokemon with a closed bulb on it's back and red eyes.

Leaf turned to Harry.

"You were here before me so why don't you pick first."

Harry looked at the Pokeballs, one of which held his first Pokemon. Suddenly, the choice seemed obvious; he had always been talented at fire aligned magic, learning it quicker than his other spells.

"Charmander," whispered Harry before he grinned and said in a louder voice, "I choose Charmander!"

"A good choice," said Oak while walking to a metallic dais, "this male Charmander will be a good friend to you." He handed Harry his Pokeball.

Green, who had been grinning since she had heard Harry's choice, jumped up and clapped her hands in a private victory.

"Bulbasaur! The Pokemon I want is Bulbasaur!"

Oak turned an amused eye towards her and handed her the Pokeball holding the female Grass Type Pokemon.

"Why don't you call out your Pokem-"

"-Yo, Gramps!"

A boy with spiky brown hair, a black oxford shirt and purple pants pushed past two aids and strutted his way into the laboratory.

"Hello Gary," said the elder Oak.

"I'm here for my Pokemon."

Harry didn't like how smug this boy was.

"You're too late," said Professor Oak with a sigh, "I only have one left." He handed Gary his Pokeball. "This is a Squirtle, he'll be good to you if you are to him."

Gary's scowl turned into a sneer when he saw he fellow new trainers.

"Leaf," he said this in a way that said he thought he was being smooth, "what are you doing with this loser?" He didn't give her a chance to respond nor did he see her scowl at him. "I mean, he's obviously an idiot."

Harry had to physically grab his right hand with his left so he wouldn't pull his wand and hex the tosspot.

"Hey," shouted Leaf, "I bet Harry's ten times the Trainer you are!"

"Fine!" spat Gary, moving ten paces away from Harry and Leaf, "how about a Pokemon battle! You two against me!" He threw his Pokeball, "Go, Squirtle!"

"Gary," sighed Professor Oak as the Tiny Turtle Pokemon burst from it's Pokeball with an exclamation of it's species.

"It's okay," said Leaf, "C'mon Harry, let's teach him some manners!"

"Fine," sighed Harry, "let's go, Cendio!" He threw his Pokeball as everyone turned to stare at him.

"Cendio?" questioned Leaf.

"He has to have a name doesn't he? That'd be like me calling you 'Girl' or 'Human Female' every time I talked to you."

She blinked twice.

"You're absolutely right." she tossed her Pokeball, "go... Flora"

"Impetuous youth..." groaned the Pokemon Professor. "Very well, none of you have ever had a Pokemon battle so I doubt you'll be able to destroy my lab with greenhorn Pokemon."

"I'll even let you make the first move," said Gary arrogantly with a shrug and a shake of his spiky head.

"Cendio, use Scratch!" Shouted Harry, not giving Gary a chance to order to his Pokemon.

The fire lizard snapped a nod and charged forward, claws extended.

"Flora, use Tackle!"

Cendio's attack landed, doing damage and distracting the enemy Pokemon and Trainer.

"Jump, Cendio!"

The Charmander did so just as Flora burst under him and collided with Squirtle, tackling the Water Type bodily to the floor.

"Get up, Squirtle."

Cendio and Flora backed up while the water turtle struggled to get to it's feet.

"Squirtle, return," said Gary, holding up his pokeball. A red beam of light shot from the button on the front of the ball and hit the exhausted turtle, withdrawing it from the battle. "That's enough, We'll train and get stronger and we'll be back. Gramps, smell you later!"

He was nearly at the door when Professor Oak stopped him and handed him a small red machine. They talked quietly for a moment before Gary nodded and left. Walking back to Harry and Leaf, Professor Oak took two more red machines from a coat pocket and handed them to the two young trainers

"This," began Oak importantly, "is a Pokedex."

He received two blank looks.

"What?" spluttered the Professor, "Don't tell me you've never heard of a Pokedex?"

Harry and Leaf shook their heads making Oak sigh dejectedly.

"A Pokedex is an electronic encyclopedia that contains information on nearly every known Pokemon in Kanto. When you see a Pokemon, new data will automatically be recorded in it's database. I invented them," he looked at Flora and Cendio, "and I only give them to Trainers in which I see a lot of potential, so they're quite rare."

The duo looked at the little machines in awe, making the Pokemon Professor smile.

"I also have these," he handed them five Pokeballs each. He waited long enough for Harry and Leaf to put the balls and 'Dex in their bags. "Now, I think it's safe to assume that you're going in the same direction, right?"

Harry and Leaf looked at each other and shrugged.

"Why don't you two travel together? A journey is always more fun when taken with friends."

"That's a great idea!" beamed Leaf, "What d'you think, Harry?"

"Alright," grinned Harry.

"Excellent," exclaimed Oak, clapping his hands together, "remember to take care of each other, and above all else, I want you to have fun."

The two new trainers grinned, thanked the Professor and left the lab after recalling their Pokemon... only to meet Gary and a black-haired boy wearing green and yellow pajamas in the midst of an argument.

"-Got your first Pokemon?" asked the black-haired boy enviously.

Garry took out the Pokeball carrying Squirtle and spun it on his finger.

"That's right, loser. It's right inside this Pokeball, waiting for me to call it."

"What Pokemon did you get?" asked the black-haired boy.

"The none of your business kind!" Snapped Gary. "If you had gotten here on time you would've seen that I got the best one there is."

"Tough talk," snorted Harry and drawing the attention of the bystanders, "for someone who just got his butt kicked by us."

"It was two against one!" Growled Gary as the crowd gasped. What appeared to be a Corvette full of cheerleaders promptly started crying over Gary's admitted loss.

"You challenged us and acted like a smarmy idiot during the battle!"

"What'd you say!"

"Red!" said Leaf in an attempt to stall a fight, but not before noticing Harry's right hand inching it's way to his left sleeve, "Why are you so late?"

"Don't call me Red, Leaf," deadpanned the black-haired boy. "My name's Ash. I'm late because I broke my alarm clock in my sleep. Now, I really need to get my Pokemon."

Ash shouldered his way past Gary and entered the lab, eager to claim his own Pokemon.

Leaf shrugged and Harry turned a questioning eye towards his new companion who mouthed the word 'later,' at him.

"That loser is going to be so disappointed," sneered Gary. "Gramps doesn't have any more Pokemon to give out."

"Oh, go away," groaned Leaf.

"Fine," spat Gary, his normally smug face scowling at Leaf, "But there's no chance that that idiot's going to make it as a trainer!"

Harry couldn't help letting loose a growl to match his animagus form as Gary turned and strutted to the red corvette filled with cheerleaders. As the car was pealing out of the town, Leaf turned back to Harry.

"Hey, let's go to my house. I need to talk to my mom before we leave."

Harry smiled and nodded at his newest friend.

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"Mom!"

A woman of average height with brown hair similar to Leaf's came out of a simple, two story cottage wiping her hands on her flowery apron. Harry could see a minimized Pokeball on a delicate silver chain around her neck.

"Hello Leaf," she had a soft, soothing voice, "back already?"

Mrs. Green's eyes darted to Harry and she smiled.

"Hello dear, and who are you?"

"Harry Potter, Ma'am."

"It's good to meet you," she held out a surprisingly calloused hand.

"Likewise, Ma'am," said Harry, shaking the proffered hand, "Leaf and I are going to be traveling together on our journey."

"That's great," replied Mrs. Green, dropping Harry's hand, "Journeys are much more fun with friends!"

For some reason, she had a wistful smile on her face as she said that. As though she was remembering something or someone fondly.

"That's what Professor Oak told us," said Leaf before her eyes widened, "Oh!" she exclaimed and took Flora's Pokeball out of her bag, "I nearly forgot, we got our first Pokemon! Go, Bulbasaur!" Leaf tossed her Pokeball at her feet and the Seed Pokemon popped out. "This is Flora!"

Flora reared back on her hind legs and set her front paws on Leaf's knees like a dog begging to be picked up

"Bulba!"

Grinning, Leaf couldn't help but sink to her knees and rub the top of Flora's head, making her close her eyes in pleasure. Harry took Charmander's Pokeball from his pouch and also tossed the it to the ground.

"Come on out, Cendio!"

The Flame Pokemon burst from his Pokeball in a flash of light.

"Char!"

Harry knelt in front of his Starter and rubbed his head.

"I don't know if I told you this, Cen, but you were great back at the lab. We really showed that wanker, huh?"

Cendio made a purring noise while Mrs. Green looked inquiringly at her daughter.

"Gary," spat Leaf like his name was a disgusting swear word, "he ran his mouth too much back at the lab so Harry and I showed him that he needed to treat others with respect."

Mrs. Green tutted and proceeded to fuss over her only daughter for nearly an hour before she fed them lunch and escorted them to the town gates. Where, after a long, drawn out goodbye, the two new trainers were finally on the road to Viridian City.

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Author's Note: Hello all. Faffy here with a new story, this time it's a Harry Potter/Pokemon Crossover. This was partially inspired by Auriansmule's story Harry Potter and the Pokemon Adventure: Kanto (not to mention all the other Harry Potter/Pokemon crossovers I've read) The bloke deleted it so I decided to write my own crossover. I've had this jumping around my head for a while now and I'd never get any work done on my other stories if I didn't get this down on electronic paper.

Alternate Chapter Title: A Prophecy Subverted.

Money: Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts might not be used in the Poke-world but gold, silver, and bronze are. A little magical smelting and you have valuable metals to be sold in Viridian City.

Harry's Magical Education: Since Harry's parents don't need to work they spent their free time teaching their son all they could from a very young age. Luckily, he inherited his mother's brains and his father's cleverness (not to mention their combined stubbornness, and Lily's quick temper) and he learned quickly. I would place his skills at someone at the end of their fourth year.

Harry's wand is not a perfect match, in terms of percentage Harry's wand is an eighty-five percent match. It's the best out of all the Ancestor Wands James had taken from the Potter Family Artifact Vault at Gringotts.

I've taken some license when it comes to Pokemon locations and Move pools because, like my Kingdom Hearts/Harry Potter Crossover, this is a story, not a video game. I can't write "Harry pressed his 'X' button and access the menu so he could check his Pokemon's level".

Do you really think that had James lived he wouldn't have taught his children as many rule breaking tricks as possible (away from the watchful eye of Lily Potter) I include the Animagus transformation in that. The Potters truly think they've eluded the Prophecy but they want to make sure that should trouble (Read: a Dark Lord) comes knocking, that their son has the best tools available to combat him. That's why he spent his childhood learning magic instead of dicking around like a normal kid.

Thak you for reading, please review.

-Faffy out