Harry pulled at his shirt, trying to get some air to circulate around his chest. Even though the sun had set hours ago it still felt as if he were in a sauna. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his hair felt as if he had just gotten out of the shower. The thin dark gray t-shirt he wore clung to his back like a wet rag and it felt as if he were swimming in his shoes.

'How can Avalon be so cold in the winter and so humid in the summer?' he thought to himself.

His muscles screamed, begging him to just move but he forced himself to remain crouched behind the thorny bush he'd selected for his hiding spot. All around him the sounds of the forest played like an organic symphony; hoots, cries, the creaking of branches and the pitter-patter of pebbles tumbling down the low hills.

Glancing towards the branches to his right Harry could see Eevee standing straight and alter, his eyes seeming to glow in the shadows he tread in. The little brown Pokémon wiggled his behind before leaping to another branch. The moment he landed Eevee looked about monitoring to see if his actions had caused any change. Seeing that there were none, Eevee settled back down on the branch, continuing his silent watch. There was something out there, something that grabbed Eevee's attention, but whatever it was it refused to make itself visible.

Harry fought hard against his first instinct. He so badly wanted to lock eyes with Eevee and just ask him what he saw. He forced his eyes towards the ground, not wanting to even give himself an opening. After the events of the Chamber Remus had put his foot down when it came to Speaking. Harry had nearly given himself a brain aneurism using the ability on Zygarde and Poppy had told him that he'd have recovered much sooner if he hadn't been suffering from bloodloss. After learning that Remus had told Harry on no uncertain terms that Speaking was off the table. Remus felt that it was simply too risky for Harry to attempt the lost art again… not without guidance.

"I'm not saying you can't ever use it again," Remus had told him. Harry had been fighting him on it, claiming that abandoning his budding Speaking powers was denying him a tool to use against those seeking to harm him. "But you can't do it again without proper training."

"I'm learning how to use it, Remus!"

"On your own, Harry." His guardian had sighed, tugging on the end of his mustache. "You know that Sirius, your father and I," Remus refused to name the last Marauder, "learned to become Pokemagnuses on our own. What you don't know is… is how close that came to killing us." Harry had just stared at Remus, unsure what to say to that. "We were trying to master something that men and women twice our age have difficulties doing. You have no idea the risks involved in becoming a Pokemagnus… you could lose yourself to the transformation and go feral, you could scramble your brain, you could end up swapping minds with you Pokémon… we were lucky we survived.

"Now, what you are doing is a hundred times worse. You are attempting to master an art all by yourself, with no help and no one to keep an eye out for you and pull you out of a tailspin when you get in too deep. There are no guide books or programs to help you. Speaking isn't called the 'Lost Art' because it sounds cool and the only ones to have mastered it have a habit of killing people they don't like. I've been subtle about it, making casual comments and overtures, but that takes time. I just can't march up to the Kenway brothers and ask if you can get a quick lesson."

Harry had finally relented, agreeing that he would not attempt to Speak again unless his life were in danger or he had been properly trained. He still occasionally snuck in a quick chance to talk to his Pokémon but for the most part he'd been true to his word.

Harry slowly reached up and itched his forehead, right below the brim of his cap. The tension of the hunt was getting to him. He was use to being the prey, fleeing first from Dudley, then from the other houses during a Gauntlet match. To actively be the predator, seeking out a nervous target, was completely different from anything he'd ever done before. The adrenaline rush was there, as were the nerves, but they were flooding his body in different ways and left the young teen feeling anxious.

A twig snapped to his left and it took every ounce of self-control he possessed to not whip his head around. Instead, Harry merely waiting, his tongue darting out to remoisten his lips. Seconds seemed to last for hours until finally the chubby Bidoof waddled out from a shrub and entered the small clearing Harry was hunting in. The boy sighed, eyes shut. Bidoof was a common Pokémon and Harry had no desire to catch one. Remus had given him strict orders to only catch one Pokémon and Harry wanted to make his choice count. The rumors of specially colored Pokémon being spotted in the woods of northern Avalon filled his head and Harry did not want to waste a chance at grabbing one. The list time he'd had an opportunity to get a rare Pokémon he'd snagged Emolga, and while it had worked out in the end, what with him trading it to Ron in an exchange that got him Dobby, Harry didn't want to push his luck this time. Eevee saw that Harry was standing down and settled himself in the branches of the tree. Harry occupied himself with watching Bidoof toddle about, occasionally pawing at the ground and digging up a nut that was added to the many that were stuffed already in his cheeks.

"OooooOOOoooooOOOO!"

His eyes darted skyward, a flash of white against the dark sky catching his attention. Eevee saw it too, his little body scrunching up as he attempted to become as small and invisible as possible. He forced himself to remain still as the white shape swooped back overhead, circling the clearing before finally diving down. Bidoof let out a cry of surprise as the white avian struck him, sending the mouse Pokémon tumbling end of end until he finally crashed against a tree. He slowly got up, eyes swirling in a daze. Harry, however, paid little attention to the Bidoof, as his focus was now entirely on the new arrival.

'A Hoothoot,' Harry thought to himself. It wasn't just any Hoothoot either. While almost all night flying Pokémon were brown with cream bellies this one was pure white with a few black feathers adorning her back. She hopped up and down on her one foot and Harry dimly remembered reading that Hoothoots always used one taloned foot for resting and the other for attacking. No one was quite sure why they did this, as there were no visible differences between the clawed appendages, but it was a trait all Hoothoots shared, including the albino one before him.

Though he couldn't 'Speak' to Eevee, Harry wasn't without ways of communicating with his Pokémon. He quickly raised his right hand and flashed three fingers. Eevee nodded and leapt from the tree, his little paws stretched out. The Hoothoot only had time to turn his head before Eevee struck, crashing into the white bird and sending it rolling across the clearing. The Hoothoot leapt forward the moment he came to a stop, tugging his perching leg into his feathery body and extending his attack talons. Eevee cried out as he was hit, the wounds beading with little droplets of blood.

"Eevee, Sand Attack!" Harry shouted, leaping from his hiding spot. Eevee nodded and twisted around, his back legs scraping at the forest floor and sending up a plume of grit. Hoothoot instantly began to flap about, shaking her head back and forth in an attempt to get the sand out of her burning eyes. The albino Pokemon went into a dive, only for Eevee to manage to get out of the way. "Quick Attack!"

"Eevee!" Harry's Pokémon rushed forward, his head lowered as he darted between the trees. Hoothoot tried to fly out of his path but Eevee was too fast and with a solid 'thwack!' the brown and tan Pokemon struck the flying 'mon. Eevee smiled at that, only for his eyes to become heavy as the Hoothoot looked upon him.

"Look away!" Harry called out but he realized quickly that it was too late; the Hoothoot's Hypnosis attack had Eevee fully enthralled and within 20 seconds Harry's first Pokemon was lying on the ground, snoozing away without a care in the world. "Eevee, Return!" Harry held out Eevee's Pokéball and the moment he had his friend back he pulled out a different one. "I'm not giving up that easy! Togetic, I choose you!"

"Tic tic!" the Fairy/Flying type declared, her little wings flapping as she hovered in the air. The Hoothoot was surprised by this new arrival and blinked, studying her carefully.

"Togetic, use Ember," Harry called out. The little girl smiled and fired off the fiery attack, striking the startled Hoothoot and sending her crashing back to the ground. Harry didn't get a chance to celebrate though, as Hoothoot was already back up and launching a Confusion attack right at her opponent. Togetic was struck dead on and tumbled through the air for several seconds before coming to a stop, her head held in her hands as she fought off the effects of the strike. But if Hoothoot expected the former Togepi to give in she was sadly mistaken. Togetic narrowed her eyes, a very determined look flashing across her features.

"Alright, we finish this now!" Harry declared, throwing out his hand. He and Togetic had been practicing this new move and Harry thought it was about time to try it. "Togetic, use Thunderbolt!" The sky crackled with energy and the albino Pokémon looked up in time to see the bolt of electricity race right down towards her. The Hoothoot cried out in pain as she was hit, her body hitting the forest floor and bouncing several times before she came to a stop, her wings twitching slightly. Harry could see the tale-tell energy sparking from her body and knew she was paralyzed. Harry grabbed an empty pokéball from his pocket and threw it right at the downed Hoothoot.

The albino avian was instantly sucked into the ball but, to Harry's surprise, the Pokéball trembled slightly before fall to the ground. He watched, mystified, as the ball shook only one time before clicking shut, signaling that he'd caught the flyer.

"Tic, tic!" Togetic exclaimed in glee, grabbing the Pokéball. She dropped it in Harry's hand before flying up and hugging his head.

"Yeah, you did a good job," Harry said, pulling out another Pokéball. "Dobby!"

'Harry Potter call for Dobby?' the Alakazam mentally said happily. Harry was always amazed to look upon Dobby and remember how different he had looked when they'd first met. It wasn't just the fact that he evolved; there was a shift in how Dobby held himself, with pride and importance rather than the cowering fear that had dominated him when he'd belonged to Lucius Malfoy. Harry and Remus had been working with Dobby all that summer, helping him recover from the malnutrition and abuse he'd suffered at the hands of his former trainer. Harry had felt it his duty, remembering how he'd been like Dobby himself when he had first come to Avalon and it was only with the help of his friends that he'd managed to overcome the pains of his childhood.

Harry mentally sighed when he thought of one of his friends. While he'd kept in contact with Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna he hadn't spoken or written to Hermione since he'd last seen her at Hogwarts. The long summer holiday away from her had helped lessen the pain of her betrayal but Harry still found himself reluctant to forgive her for her actions. Remus had stated that Harry was no longer angry with Hermione but was now wary of her. He'd said that because her last major action towards him had been taking his Pokémon and Harry had avoided her after that, she hadn't been given the chance to redeem herself and work towards earning his forgiveness. Much like Dumbledore, Remus had pressed Harry to try and at the very least give Hermione a chance to earn his friendship back.

"Do you know how much I wish I could see Sriius or your mom and dad again?" Remus had asked him once when they had spoken of lost friends. "You don't want to wait too long only to find that you lost your chance and Hermione is out of your life forever."

"What if she isn't like them?" Harry had asked. He hadn't dared say the next words but Remus had known what Harry meant.

"Hermione isn't Peter Petrigrew," Remus had said coolly, dropping the subject.

'Good Master Harry Potter?" Dobby mental sent again.

"Sorry Dobby," Harry said with a smile. "I was distracted."

'Great Harry Potter thinking of his Grangy.'

"She isn't 'my Grangy', Dobby. She's just Hermione." Dobby looked at him, it clear he didn't believe Harry. Togetic, for her part, merely smiled; sometimes Harry hated it that his Pokémon were so smart. "Dobby, I am done with the hunt. Can you see if Remus is done?"

Dobby shut his eyes and focused for a moment, mentally calling out to Remus' Reuniclus. 'Nice Remus Lupin is done, Good Harry Potter.'

"Teleport us there," Harry said, bracing himself for the dizziness that teleportation always brought him. He was getting use to it each day, now that he had a Pokémon who could do it, but it still left him spinning. Togetic clung to his head as they reappeared in the Pokécenter, her little eyes spinning round and round. "T-thanks Dobby," Harry said, reclaiming the Alakazam.

"Any luck, Harry?" Remus asked, walking over and steadying the boy. Remus' Zorua, Mooney, let out a yip and happily trotted around Harry's ankles.

"You first," Harry said with a smile. He walked over to the nurses' station and, after recalling Togetic, handed all his Pokeballs over to the Nurse Joy that was on duty.

"Fair enough," Remus said, lifting up his arm. Harry couldn't help but laugh as he watched a Spinarak quickly scurry along Remus' shoulder and along his arm before finally lowering himself via a silken thread attacked to the man's wrist. Harry couldn't help but think of a yoyo when watched the little spider bounce up and down on his thread. "Definitely some kind of new pigmentation in this area." Remus flicked his wrist and Spinarak scurried back up the thread and clung to Remus' arm; the gym evaluator raised his arm up so Harry could see Spinarak's back clearly. "On most Spinaraks the shell has a design meant to mimic, for lack of a better word, a frowny face. This little guy must have decided that wasn't very cheery." Harry could clearly see that; the playful Spinark had a happy smiley face adorning his shell. "Definitely very interesting."

"That it is," Harry said, accepting his Pokémon back from Nurse Joy. "But I'm afraid I've got you beat." Harry tossed one of his Pokeballs in the air. There was the familiar crack and flash of red light before his newly acquired Hoothoot shot through the air, looking about before spotting Harry. The owl-Pokémon flew over to Harry and landed on his shoulder. Harry made a mental note to buy some of the shoulder and arm guards he'd seen Oliver Wood add to his trainer jacket after catching his own bird Pokémon, so that Hoothoot wouldn't tear his clothing to shreds.

"An albino!" Remus exclaimed.

"Oh my!" Nurse Joy said in surprise. "You truly are blessed, sir."

Harry glanced over at her and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know about that... I mean, it was lucky for me to catch her-"

"Harry, you don't understand," Remus said with a wide smile. "A Hoothoot is a rather popular Pokémon in Avalon but an ALBINO one? That kind is honored."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, reaching up to scratch Hoothoot under her chin.

It was Nurse Joy who answered. "It is said the Morgan le Fay owned an albino Hoothoot... in fact, it is said that it was that Pokemon's evolved form that flew her across the sea to Avalon, so she could seek out Merlin and test her might against him."

"Really?" Harry asked in surprise. "I've never heard that."

Remus sighed sadly. "Yes you have. You just don't remember. The story of Morgan and Hedwig is told to all children in Avalon. I know for a fact your father read it to you when you were a baby."

"ooooOOOOooooO! the Hoothoot cried out, flapping her wings.

"What is it?" Harry asked, running his hand along her feathery tummy, the melancholy thoughts about his father leaving him as he focused on his newest Pokémon. "Do you like that name?"

"OoooooOOO!"

Harry glanced at Remus who merely shrugged. "Nothing says you can't use the name."

Harry nodded. "Alright then... I guess from now on your name is Hedwig." The snowy-white cried out in agreement and laughed.

~Meanwhile, in Little Surrey...~

CRACK!

Jack was slouched in the recliner, his long legs stretched out before him. He didn't bother to look up, his focus entirely on his worn and beaten copy of 'Fellowship of the Ring'. Beside him, a bone-thin woman was shivering with fright, her eyes wide with fear as she watched the dark strange who'd invaded her home along with Kenway beat her husband Vernon with a firepoker. She herself already had a nasty bruise forming on her check from where she'd been backhanded after trying to attack the dark stranger and her son Dudley, who in her mind was the most perfect boy in the entire world, was passed out on the floor. He'd given in to his fright early on and now lay sprawled on the living room rug.

CRACK!

Vernon howled and Petunia Dursley cringed, knowing that the stranger, who was dressed in a long black jacket and wore a skull-like mask over his face, had managed to break something with that last hit. He was a vision of death and left Petunia shivering: dressed in a black suit with gray vest and a long black leather coat and that horrid bone-white skull mask that hid his face completely.

"Why are you doing this?" Petunia asked Jack softly, her eyes never leaving the vicious scene before her. The dark figure had burst into their house in the middle of the night, a dog that looked like it had been spit out from the fires of hell at his side, and silently gone about his rampage. He'd stomped about the house, ripping open doors and ransacking drawers and even the cupboard under the stairs. When Vernon had stormed towards him, his trusty shotgun in his meaty hands, the hellhound had sunk his fangs into his wrist and brought him to his knees. The skull-masked man had then grabbed a fire poker while his companion had quietly entered with a stout, armored creature following him. This man, just as tall as the dark stranger but with blond hair and a scruffy jacket, had politely informed Petunia that his name was Jack before taking a seat in Vernon's armchair and pulling out a book to read while his partner beat Vernon.

CRACK!

"I like to read," Jack said calmly, turning a page. "Keeps me mind sharp. Plus this is a bit of a tradition for me; I try to read the entire saga once every two years or so."

Petunia looked at him and sputtered, "N-no! Why are you attacking us!?"

"Have I laid a hand on you?" Jack asked in mock confusion. "I have been rather polite." He winced as his partner struck Vernon's fat rear with the fire poker, making Petunia's beloved husband squeal like a piglet. "I suppose you mean him though? Well, Sirius here has anger issues."

"And that... and that gives him the right to attack another human being?" Petunia raged, her shrill voice growing louder. The dark figure, Sirius apparently, whipped around and glared at her and Petunia found her knees knocking together in fright.

"Well, that is your first mistake," Jack said with a sigh, marking his place in the book and tucking it into the inner pocket of his jacket. "Sirius doesn't think like a person... not when it comes to his 'pup'. A result of spending as much time with his Houndour Padfoot, I suppose. Admittedly, they haven't seen much of each other... not since that night 12 years ago, but their bond is still strong. As for me?" Jack turned and Petunia felt her stomach drop. While nothing changed about Jack physically she suddenly had the terrible feeling that she was looking into the eyes of a great beast... an apex predator… and he was measuring her up to see if she would be a tasty meal. "Well... I'm not exactly human anymore." He gave her a feral grin and Petunia hands began to flutter about like doves. "Sirius?"

"What?" the Lord of Sevii barked.

Jack nodded towards Vernon. "I think you've done enough damage for now."

"Not ever enough," Sirius snarled. "You read Jonas' reports! You know what they bastards did to my godson! Damn it, Jack, you saw that cupboard... that was his room for nearly a decade!"

"I know, Sirius," Jack said calmly. "Why don't you put that poker down and we can have a long talk about proper child-rearing methods."

"They stole him from me and abused him... hurt him... made him feel unloved..." Sirius let out a howl of despair and struck Vernon three more times with the fire poker. Jack was on his feet when Sirius went to deliver the fourth blow, this time to Vernon's head. The Father of Johto's hand gripped Sirius' wrist so tight that he was forced to release his weapon.

"You know I have no problem with violence," Jack said sternly. "But you aren't me. You're upset and angry and I get that and in your position, if it had been my child, I would have slit all three of their throats and burned this damn house to the ground. Hell, I might have just blown this damn island into a crater, international laws be damned!" Petunia began to sob at that but Jack and Sirius ignored her. "But you can't do that... you won't do that. You're better than this, Sirius... You have to be better than this, for Harry." the Lord of Sevii looked away, shame suddenly filling him as he looked at Petunia's frightened face and Vernon's broken form. All the hatred that had kept him going since walking in the Dursley's house and seeing the evidence in their abuse of his godson draining from him. "We came here for a reason... and you'll do Harry no good turning this fat bastard into a fine paste. That's my way... not yours. And you need to be better and stronger than me here. For Harry's sake."

That was it. The key to breaking through Sirius anger and despair. He nodded, eyes shutting for only a moment before they opened again and he gave Jack a nod. The Father of Johto released his friend's wrist and stepped back, letting Sirius advance towards Petunia.

"I want to kill you," Sirius snapped. "You have no idea how tempting that is. But it won't do me any good... not when I need answers."

"What... what do you want?" Petunia whispered.

"I know someone came to you after you were awarded custody of Harry. I know that someone convinced you to lie to the wardens of Sevii, to tell them that Harry was dead and that it was my fault. The same person who bribed the leaders of this island to do the same. Don't deny it... my guards enjoyed playing your taped interview for me over and over. They liked watching me cry, thinking my godson was dead." Sirius leaned forward, his skull mask pressed against Petunia's forehead. "Who did it? Who told you to lie... who got you to help them steal six years of my life!?"

"I... I don't know!" Petunia wailed.

"Liar!" Sirius snapped.

Petunia looked at Jack who merely tilted his head. "Don't look to me to be my hero, lass. I'll keep him from killing you… but no one said your life had to be comfortable."

Sirius grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "WHO?!"

"I don't know, I swear!" Sirius pushed his head against hers, forcing her to sit deeper in her chair. "He... he never gave his name! I never saw his face! He was in all black, wore a dark cloak…" Sirius snorted, his breath coming out in hot bursts. "He was from Avalon... he had one of those damn Pokémon with him!"

"Which one?" Sirius growled. When Petunia remained silent he slammed his hands down on the armrests of the chair. "WHICH ONE?"

"A rat!" Petunia shouted, her eyes squeezed shut. "It was a giant rat!" She panted, her breath ragged and her chest swelling in and out so rapidly it was a wonder her ribs didn't crack and break under the constant change in pressure. After nearly a minute she finally managed to open her eyes.

The intruders were gone.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes: First off, welcome to Book 3! Things are definitely going to be fun with this story and I hope that you guys are ready for a fun ride! Once more I will go about blending two worlds together to create a new, daring world that echoes events you know and love and presents you with new twists you never saw coming.

Second, let's give a big hello to Hedwig! You have no idea how much I waffled on introducing her when I first began scripting out this series. At one point she was Harry's first Pokémon (before I decided that was too on the nose) then I was actually going to make Togetic Hedwig. When id di decide to have her appear I debated which book to let her make her entrance but finally decided to have her appear here so we could open the story with a fun battle/capture.

Now, onto the events of Little Surrey. Half of you are probably cheering over Sirius beating Vernon and the other half are scared that I've ruined Sirius and made him into a violent monster. I defense for this was that I wanted to show Sirius' passion and how at times he reacts based on his heart, not his head. He went to prison for six years and was told Harry had died because of him. Even after Jack made him the Lord of Sevii Sirius has lived with that guilt. Now, he finds out Harry is alive and there was a conspiracy to keep the two of them apart... a lot of rage and anger that Sirius kept locked inside just bubbled up and here we saw it get released.

Don't' worry though... the fun loving, prankster Sirius WILL be seen in this story... we just had to get that emotional outburst out of the way.

For those wanting to keep track, Harry has the following Pokémon: Eevee, Togetic, Ludwig the Litwick, Dobby the Alakazam, Zygarde (Kept with Remus until Harry is old enough to use him), and now Hedwig the Hoothoot. Remus has Mooney the Zorua, a Magcargo, a Reuniclus, and now a Spinarak. Sirius has Padfoot the Houndour, an Empoleon, and controls the Dusknoirs (and has a Duskull that is his own personal Pokémon). Jack Kenway has Mumik the Donphan, Azog the Tyranitar and Grond the Aggron (known also as the Hammer of Kenway and the Hammer of Ironside), and Fangorn the Trevenant.

Finally, for those wondering, the title page for this fic was designed to showcase the three important threads that will be running through this story: The legacy of the Marauders, the Dusknoirs of Sevii, and the white Noctowl of Morgan le Fay.