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 Pokemon, which belong to the Pokemon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokemon 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.

A/N: I'm back, and bring with me the second instalment in my Harry Potter/Pokemon story. If you haven't read the first part, 'Harry Potter and the Sacred Ash', please head to my profile page and give it a read first before this one. If you have read it then thank you for sticking with me for so long and I hope you'll enjoy 'Harry Potter and the Secret Chamber' just as much, if not more.

It feels like forever since 'Sacred Ash' finished (it's only actually been two weeks) and I have been really excited to start uploading again. As I did with the first instalment I'll be working on a twice weekly upload.

And now with all that out of the way let us begin.

Life at Number 4 Privet Drive wasn't great for young Harry Potter, just recently twelve years of age, but it had been worse. For one thing he was no longer forced to sleep in the small cupboard under the stairs, having instead been given the smallest of Number 4's four bedrooms, which had previously been used to store all the toys his cousin Dudley had gotten for birthdays and Christmases that he no longer wanted, which seemed an appropriate description of the way the Dursleys' viewed Harry.

Harry had no misconceptions that this sudden change had been due to a dramatic act kindness. Far from it, the Dursleys were in fact trying to save their own necks. If anyone from Harry's school, Hogwarts School of Pokémon Training, got wind that he was being forced to sleep in a cupboard the Dursleys would have been in real trouble.

That of course brought Harry to the most important reason for why his summer at the Dursleys had been somewhat bearable, his Pokémon.

At this moment Charmander let out a big yawn, stretching his arms and legs comically as he tried to wake himself up. In the corner of the room Fletchinder was making no such attempts, happily snoozing with his head tucked under his wing. Harry himself was tired but was too excited to even contemplate sleeping. For today Harry was leaving the Dursleys.

It had been a gift sent from heaven when Harry had received a telephone call from his best friend and fellow Pokémon trainer Ron Weasley inviting him to spend the remainder of the summer holiday with him at his family home.

The opportunity to spend the rest of his summer with Ron, not to mention the twins, Fred and George or even the prefect Percy, was one that was too good to pass up on. Harry had immediately said yes and now the day had finally arrived for Harry to be picked up.

Harry anxiously checked his watch one last time. There was only five minutes until Ron had said he was supposed to be there.

"Hey guys, why don't you get some rest," Harry suggested to his Pokémon, returning them each to their Pokéballs. The trio had been up all night packing and repacking, Harry wanting to be sure that he had everything he would need for his second year at Hogwarts.

Barely resisting the urge to open his trunk and double check everything was in there one more time, Harry once again glanced at his watch. And at that exact moment the doorbell rang.

Harry raced out of his room and hurried to answer, but it seemed luck would have it that Uncle Vernon had stepped into the downstairs hallway at the exact moment the doorbell rang and had already made the couple of steps to reach the front door.

"Yes," he said tersely, his face assuming its natural scowl as it always did whenever he had to talk to other people.

"Ah, hello there, you must be Harry's uncle, Veron, isn't it?" The pleasant voice on the other side of the door sounded genuine, which made it even harder for Harry to suppress his laughter as the vein near Uncle Vernon's temple pulsed angrily.

"It's Vernon," he ground out angrily, his moustache quivering in indignation. "And I would be quick about getting the boy if I were you, we don't stand for your lot around here."

By this point Harry had been able to get far enough down the stairs to see over Uncle Vernon's beefy shoulders.

"Harry!"

Standing next to an older, balding red haired man who could only be his father was Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley.

"Ah, yes it is," Mr Weasley agreed, adjusting his glasses and giving Harry a friendly smile. Harry thought it was a good thing Mr Weasley's attention was focused on him and not his uncle as Vernon's face was starting to grow red.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Weasley," Harry said politely. "I'll just go get my trunk. It's just in my room."

"Why don't I give you a hand," Mr Weasley said cheerfully, stepping forward only to find that Vernon would not budge. "Or not, perhaps," Mr Weasley considered with a frown at the other man.

"I'll be fine," Harry said quickly, not wanting to say anything that might prompt Uncle Vernon to act any worse than he already was. "I'll just be a second."

True to his word Harry was back in no time at all, dragging his heavy trunk down the steps behind him. Only then did Uncle Vernon shift out of the way to allow Harry to step through the threshold and out into the warm summer air.

"I'll see you next year," Harry said hesitantly, turning back to face his uncle. "Uh, good luck." Vernon grunted and with that closed the door in his face.

"Well, I never," Mr Weasley let out a small disapproving sound before straightening up, his genial smile falling easily back into place. "My, where are my manners?" he said with a laugh. "I haven't even properly introduced myself. Arthur Weasley, pleased to meet you."

"Harry Potter," Harry said with a smile. "And you too." Harry didn't know what it was but there was something about Mr Weasley's laugh that was contagious and Harry couldn't help but grin at the childish excitement the man showed while shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Why don't I load your trunk into the boot of my car and we can get on our way," Mr Weasley said, taking hold of one of the trunks handles. "We're just over there, the blue Ford Anglia."

Harry was immediately glad that Uncle Vernon hadn't been aware of which vehicle the Weasley's had driven up in for he most certainly would not have approved of the weathered-looking sky blue Ford Anglia. Vernon often judged people on how expensive looking their car was and if he had seen the Weasley's vehicle he would have thought them the lowest of the low.

Not that it mattered to Harry as he climbed into the back seat of the clearly well used car, after all it was the people inside that mattered. Mr Weasley hoisted Harry's trunk into the boot behind them, cheerfully whistling a tune Harry didn't recognise, before getting behind the steering wheel and strapping himself in.

"It'll be a bit of a drive I'm afraid, Harry," Mr Weasley admitted. "It might get a bit stuffy back there so feel free to open a window," he added before releasing the hand break and pulling away from the curb. Next to him in the front passenger's seat Ron spun around to look at him.

"Jesus Harry, have you eaten at all since we left you?" Trust Ron to think about food first and foremost.

"Of course, just not the feasts we get at Hogwarts," Harry said with a grin. Already he was looking forward to the start of term banquet.

"Just you wait until you get a taste of mum's cooking," Ron responded. "Seriously, I would choose her cooking over Hogwarts'." Next to him his father chuckled.

"Well she had to be a good cook," he joked. "How else would she be able to keep control over all you lot." Ron grinned in agreement. "Anyway Harry, how has your summer been? Have you been up to anything nice?"

Harry shrugged. "Not really," he admitted. "I mean, you saw what Uncle Vernon was like. I'm sorry about him, by the way," he added, meeting Mr Weasley's eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Nonsense," Mr Weasley waved it away. "Everyone has their bad days." Harry shrugged, in his opinion Mr Weasley was being far too charitable.

"Hey, Harry, guess what I got back home," Ron said excitedly, drawing Harry's attention back to him. "Look," he said, pulling a Pokéball from his belt and pointing it at the empty space beside Harry.

A small blue Pokémon with a brown, shell covered body, appeared beside him. Harry pulled out his Pokédex.

"Squirtle," it announced, "the Tiny Turtle Pokémon. After birth, its back swells and hardens into a shell. Powerful sprays foam from its mouth."

"Wow, that's awesome," Harry said excitedly, examining the Pokémon closely.

"That's right, he is," Ron agreed with a grin. "I left Growlithe back home but he's doing great too, he just loves the smell of the flowers in our garden. How are your Pokémon doing, Harry?"

"Great," Harry told him, reaching for the two Pokéballs he had and releasing the Pokémon within. Charmander and Fletchinder appeared next to Squirtle, making it a tight fit but they all managed to find a spot to stay balanced as the car bumped along the road. "Hey guys, this is Squirtle," Harry introduced, pointing to the water type. "He's Ron's new Pokémon. Squirtle, these are my Pokémon, Charmander and Fletchinder."

The three Pokémon happily greeted each other and Harry was glad to see that they quickly struck up conversation. It would be good if all his and Ron's Pokémon got along well, especially considering how much time they would spend together.

"Two fire types," Mr Weasley commented from the front, glancing into the rearview mirror to see the three Pokémon. "I must say the Gryffindor first years do seem to have taken a liking for fire type Pokémon."

"Seamus was round just a few days ago," Ron explained. "Get this, his Chimchar evolved. It's a Monferno now, and it knows all these cool fighting type moves. I battled him with Growlithe and it was a tough one…" and so Ron continued his story as the beat up Ford Anglia said goodbye to Little Whinging and wound its way through the country roads en-route to the Weasley's.

"Ottery St Catchpole," Mr Weasley announced as a small village came into view. "Small village, not many people, but very friendly. We don't actually live in the village, we're a bit removed but we should be reaching our destination any moment now."

It seemed that any moment now was accurate as Mr Weasley almost immediately turned his Ford Anglia off the narrow country road and instead onto a beaten dirt track that snaked its way through a small thicket of trees before opening up to display a tall, very peculiar, very homely house.

"Welcome, to the Burrow!"

"Wow," Harry couldn't help but say. The Burrow was perhaps the most unusual building he had ever seen in his life. It stood several stories tall but at the same time the building seemed awfully unbalanced, with various rooms seeming to jut out over the floor below in ways that Harry was sure couldn't be structurally sound. Yet, somehow, the house remained standing.

Mr Weasley chuckled. "Well said, Harry," he remarked, pulling up into the small yard that stood before the house, scattering chickens as he did so. "My grandfather designed this house many years ago. He was quite eccentric but a brilliant engineer and we haven't had a single problem with the architecture in all the years we've lived here, and it has been a very long time."

"My room's at the top," Ron told him, opening up his car door energetically, seemingly happy to finally be able to stretch his legs. "I'll show you around and then we can go out back. We've got a small field we use for Pokémon battles and I've been wanting to try out a few new moves I've been working on. C'mon Squirtle." Squirtle jumped eagerly over to Ron and followed him out the car.

"All of that can wait until after lunch," Mr Weasley told his son. "I'm sure Mrs Weasley has prepared quite a meal in preparation for Harry's arrival." Ron looked pleased at that.

They were about to walk into the house, Mr Weasley insisting on carrying Harry's trunk for him, when the sound of a window banging open caused them to look up.

"Harry!" Fred and George leaned out the window, grinning from ear to ear as they looked down on them.

"Hey guys," Harry smiled, waving up at them. Fred and George, more commonly referred to simply as the Weasley twins, played Beater on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team, of which Harry was also a member as the Seeker.

Another window banged open. "What's all this noise out here?" Percy Weasley asked, sticking his head out the window situated on the floor above Fred and George. It was a marvel of the architecture of the house that Percy didn't need to strain his neck to see Fred and George.

"Hey there Percy, haven't been seeing you lately," Fred called up to their more bookish older brother. Pranksters and jokers Fred and George were, and one of their favourite targets was Percy.

"I've been very busy," Percy said waspishly. "Unless you've forgotten I am expecting my exam results any day now so I would appreciate some peace and quiet."

"Oh come on Perce," George shouted. "Harry's here."

"Harry?" Percy blinked in surprise.

"Hello Percy," Harry called from the ground where he, Ron and Mr Weasley had been watching the exchange in amusement.

"Harry, how nice to see you," Percy said politely. "I trust you are well?"

"Healthy?" George called.

"Hale and hearty?," said Fred.

Harry grinned. "All three," he assured them getting a pair of grins in return from the twins and an eye roll from behind their back from Percy.

"If you boys would like to come down maybe you'll be able to catch up with Harry down in the kitchen," Mr Weasley suggested amusedly. "Then we can all sit down and have some of the delicious lunch your mum is making. Doesn't that sound good."

"Mhmm," Fred and George replied before simultaneously pulling back from the window and slamming it shut behind them.

"I'll be down shortly," Percy said properly, closing his window with a lot more care than Fred and George had.

"Alright, in we go," Mr Weasley said, gesturing them towards the door. Ron went first, opening the door to reveal a warm, if somewhat cramped kitchen, where the smells of food wafted through the air and out towards them, making their mouths water.

"Oh Harry, you're here," Mrs Weasley said happily, smiling over at him while she stirred a pot of some delicious smelling foodstuffs. Mrs Weasley was a squat woman with loads of flyaway red hair and a real motherly look about her. Given that she had seven children that was hardly surprising.

"Hi there Mrs Weasley," Harry replied, stepping through the door to allow Mr Weasley, heaving Harry's trunk over his shoulder, to shuffle in after him.

"I think we'll have company very soon," Mr Weasley told his wife and, sure enough, the sounds of feet thundering down the stairs reached their ears and Fred and George came hurtling into the kitchen, miraculously managing to avoid the table and chairs as they converged on Harry.

"Harry!" They shouted, as though they had just discovered he was here. "Absolutely splendid to have you here," Fred continued, throwing an arm around his shoulders, George doing the same on his other side causing Harry to lose his balance.

"Wonderful," George continued. "How great to see our favourite Gryffindor house mate."

"Thanks guys," Ron said with a sulk, crossing his arms and slumping into one of the seats.

"Honestly boys, settle down," Mrs Weasley scolded them exasperatedly. "The poor boy only just got here, at least let him have something to eat before you set upon him."

"Marvellous idea mum," Fred said cheerfully, he and George extracting themselves from the monstrosity of limbs that had been Harry, Fred and George, seating themselves down at the table and looking up at their mother expectantly.

Mrs Weasley sighed, shaking her head at her sons before turning a warm smile on Harry. "Hungry?" she asked.

"Starving," Harry replied, slipping into the seat beside Ron. He hadn't had anything to eat all day. He turned to his Pokémon. "Why don't you guys go and get some fresh air," he suggested, noting that with still Percy and Ron's only sister, Ginny, to come the kitchen was going to get really crowded.

"Good idea," Ron said. "Growlithe is out back, you guys can go say hello." Harry's Pokémon let out sounds of agreement before they followed Ron's Squirtle through the house and out of sight.

"Lunch is ready," Mrs Weasley announced, transferring bowls and platters across to the table with skill as her sons salivated over the delicious scents the food was creating. "Now if only the rest of us were here…"

"I'm here," Percy announced to that statement as he walked into the room, taking an experimental sniff and seeming satisfied.

"Before you sit down could you be a dear and get Ginny?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"I saw her when I was coming down," Percy replied respectfully. "She'll be here in a few moments."

"Thank you Percy," Mrs Weasley said gratefully before she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. "Ron, no! We don't start until everyone is here."

"Since when has that been a rule?" Ron complained, dropping the piece of bread he'd grabbed back into the basket.

"We have guests, Ronald," Mrs Weasley told him sternly, casting a meaningful glance at Harry.

Ron snorted. "Harry doesn't mind," Ron said and, seeming to think that the argument was over, he reached out for the bread again.

"Ronald, no!" Mrs Weasley said forcefully, giving a sharp rap on Ron's knuckles and causing him to drop the bread again.

"Ow! Mum!"

The potential argument was averted as the sound of the last member of the household, Ginny Weasley, coming down the stairs met their ears and soon enough she'd rounded the corner and stood in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Oh great, Ginny dear," Mrs Weasley said in relief. "Come on, take a seat and we can get started."

With the eight of them sitting down for the meal each of the roughly hewn wooden seats that surrounded the kitchen table was already occupied when Ginny came down, except for one, and that was right next to Harry.

"Hi," Harry said with a smile as Ginny slipped quietly into the seat next to him. She blushed red, quickly averting her eyes from him and mumbled back something incoherent. Harry wasn't quite sure what to do in reaction to that but he was saved from the awkward moment by Ron who quickly pulled him into a conversation about Squirtle. All the while Ginny sat silently at his side, eating her lunch without a sound.

"Do you think I can beat Dean with Growlithe and Squirtle?" Ron asked, shoving half a sausage into his mouth as he did so. Harry shrugged.

"I suppose Dean only has his Makuhita," Harry said. "So you'll have more Pokémon at least. But I don't know, I've never battled him before."

"Harry, I had a question I wanted to ask you about your Pokémon," Mr Weasley spoke up at that moment, talking across the table to him.

"Sure, what is it?" Harry asked.

"You have a Charmander and Fletchinder, right? I was wondering if you put any thought into becoming a fire type trainer?" Mr Weasley wondered.

"Eh, no, not really," Harry told him. He hadn't really thought about it before but he supposed that he could potentially become a fire Pokémon trainer if he wanted to. Though the idea didn't really appeal to him that much. "I don't really think I've learnt enough to choose yet. Besides, fire types are cool but there are so many other interesting Pokémon out there, like Squirtle. I wouldn't want to restrict myself yet."

"A reasonable choice," Mr Weasley approved. "I only wondered because we have something of a history with fire type Pokémon in this family. Of course Ron has his Growlithe but our oldest, Bill, he has a Darmanitan and a Volcarona and Charlie's Charizard was his starter Pokémon."

"Really?" Harry asked, surprised to hear that Charlie had the same starter Pokémon as him.

"We thought Charlie was going to be a fire type trainer," Mr Weasley admitted. "But then he started chasing dragons."

"What Pokémon do you have, Mr Weasley?" Harry asked, interested.

"Oh me," Mr Weasley chuckled. "I'm not much of a trainer to be honest. I just have my little Magby and Quilava to keep me company, as well as my wonderful wife of course." He gave Mrs Weasley a fond look, causing her to blush.

"Oh Arthur," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

"Yeah dad, enough of that, there's food here, you know," Fred interjected, his expression making it clear he didn't want to hear that sort of talk.

"Anyway, forget about all that nonsense," George said. "We're just trying to break the mould over here."

"Yeah," Fred agreed. "We're the only one's in this god forsaken family not to have fire type Pokémon as our starters."

"You got Kecleon, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"A highly fitting partner," Percy interjected cooly.

"So says the guy who got a Camerupt as his starter," Fred countered. "Anyway, we're hoping that little Gin-Gin over here is going to join us in our trendsetting ways."

"Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked Ginny. To Harry's dismay she grew even more red at his comment and didn't say anything.

"Yes, Ginny will be starting this year," Mrs Weasley told him, taking pity on her embarrassed daughter. "As soon as the Hogwarts letters come we'll all arrange a trip to Diagon Alley."

"When will that be?" Ron asked. "There's only a couple of weeks before we head back to Hogwarts."

"It must be soon," Mrs Weasley said, sharing a worried look with her husband. "Usually the letters are delivered long before now. I thought something had happened to our delivery Pokémon but the Lovegood's girl is starting this year too and they haven't received anything either."

"I've been in communication with Benjy Harrison, he was Head Boy last year," Percy told the table importantly. "He's working for the Department of Education and he told me that Professor Dumbledore has been finding it difficult to appoint a new Pokémon Battling Professor."

Harry shifted uncomfortably at the change in the direction of the conversation.

"I'd imagine that would be quite difficult," Mrs Weasley said with a worried expression on her face.

"No bet, since the last guy had his face melted off," Fred added helpfully.

"Mum, can I show Harry up to my room?" Ron asked, intervening before Mrs Weasley could scold her son for his crassness.

Thrown, Mrs Weasley took a moment to reply. "As long as you're both finished eating," she said.

"We are," Ron told her, pulling out his chair and standing up. "Come on, Harry. Leave your trunk, we'll bring it up later." Harry followed after Ron as he led them out of the kitchen, through a small and cosy sitting room and up the staircase.

"Sorry about all that," Ron told him in a low voice. "Didn't think you'd want to hear all that stuff about Quirrel."

Harry gave a short sigh. "Thanks," he said gratefully. Truly he hadn't expected the mention of their old Pokémon Battling Professor but at the mention of his name the image of Quirrel, standing with his face melting away having just walked through a pillar of fire, his eyes red and cruel, fixed itself on his mind.

"Hey, what was wrong with Ginny?" Harry asked, shaking his head to clear away the terrible image and focusing on something else. "She seemed fine when I met her last year. Did I do something wrong?"

"Nah mate, she's just nuts," Ron answered easily as they continued to rise up the stairs. Ron had said his bedroom was right at the top.

"Right," Harry responded. That didn't really seem like an answer. Ron glanced over his shoulder at him, seeing his disbelief.

"Don't worry about it," he told him. "She's just shy. See, we grew up hearing stories all about Pokémon trainers who defeated evil and all that, and Ginny's favourite story was always… well, it was always the one about you." Ron's cheeks went red as he said that. "She's not usually like this, she never shuts up normally, but you're a bit of a celebrity to her, you know."

"I really don't," Harry said, bewildered.

Ron shrugged. "I guess not," he agreed. "But don't worry, she'll get used to having you around after a while and then you'll get to see exactly why having her shut up for a change isn't the worst thing in the world." They reached the top of the stairs. "In here," Ron said, opening the only door available and gesturing Harry inside.

Ron's room was… orange. That was the only thing Harry could really describe it as for it was all he could see when he stepped inside. The walls and ceiling were a bright orange colour and it took a while for Harry to realise that the walls weren't actually painted this way, they were just covered in poster after poster all featuring the same seven people, all dressed in vibrant orange clothes, and the same seven Pokémon.

"Is that…?" Harry asked.

"The Chudley Cannons," Ron said proudly. "Remember I told you how the Seeker uses a Fletchinder? Well, there it is, look."

"Blimey Ron," Harry said, starting to come to terms with all the orange and finally able to make out the rest of the room. There wasn't much space, the room was quite small, but somehow the Weasleys had been able the jam a fold away bed in by the window, leaving very little floor space.

"Yeah, we're all pretty Quidditch nuts around here," Ron admitted as Harry picked his way over to his bed and sat down, looking out the window at the Weasley's back garden. He remembered that his Pokémon had gone off down there but, being so high up, he couldn't see down to the back garden with the window closed.

"Ginny is a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies," Ron said, not noticing Harry's inattention and rolling his eyes at his sister's choice of team. "It's an all girls team, if you can believe that. Then Charlie is a Ballycastle Bats fan. It used to be great when we'd be able to get tickets to games but they all take place during term time so, anyway…"

As Ron continued on Harry gently pushed the window open, letting a much needed breeze flutter into the room, before he lay back on his bed and relaxed. It had been a long summer, mostly spent holed up in his room to spare himself the condemnation of the Dursleys, but now he was here, at the Burrow, with his friends and his Pokémon. He was finally back in the Pokémon world.

A/N: Hope you've enjoyed this and I look forward to seeing you in the next chapter.