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.

The Hospital Wing remained mostly quiet through the night. Harry, Ron and Hermione were far too exhausted to make much conversation but even so Harry found he couldn't quite doze off, and one glance around the room showed that the same was true for Ron and Hermione.

Ginny continued to sleep restlessly. Mr and Mrs Weasley continued to stay awake, watching. At some point about an hour after Harry had joined them Professor Snape had appeared, stopping only to speak a few brisk words to a serious looking Madam Pomfrey before disappearing once more.

In fact, nothing really of note happened until about three o'clock in the morning, when the sky outside was only just starting to lighten and Harry finally felt himself start to drift off.

A rustling sound was heard at the door, accompanied by heavy footsteps, and the big wooden doors of the Hospital Wing creaked awfully loudly as they were pushed open and Rubeus Hagrid stepped into the room.

"Hagrid," Harry said, being the first to notice his appearance. His cry sparked a huge reaction.

"Bagon!" Norbert cried and he ran full pelt across the room, throwing himself head first at the giant man's midriff and causing Hagrid to let out a gasp as the air was knocked out of his lungs.

"Hey there, Norbert," Hagrid greeted, a smile spreading across his bearded face. Moments later he was swamped as Fang and even Aragog came charging over to greet him. Fang leapt up and down excitedly, eagerly trying to lick Hagrid's face, and Aragog, in an uncharacteristic show of affection, clambered up Hagrid's back to perch himself on his shoulder.

"Hagrid, you're back!" Ron shouted, having just woken up. The entire room was looking at Hagrid now, each of them having been woken from their various states of sleep.

"Yeah, I'm back, an' it's thanks ter you lot, yeh know," Hagrid said with a grin. "How 'ave me Pokémon been, eh? Not too much of a hassle I hope."

"Not at all," Hermione told him. "They've been wonderful."

"Yeah, Hagrid, I loved having Fang around," Ron agreed.

"Norbert saved my life," said Harry.

"Did he now?" Hagrid asked, amazed. "Norbert, what a good boy." Norbert looked absolutely overjoyed, jumping up and down on the spot, so happy to be reunited with his trainer.

Suddenly, incredibly, Norbert started to glow.

"Norbert?" Hagrid said, looking stunned.

"Oh my," Madam Pomfrey chimed in.

Meanwhile Norbert continued to glow brighter and brighter. He started to grow bigger, and rounder, until suddenly the dazzling light exploded into nothing and Norbert was revealed again.

"Shelgon," Norbert said quietly. He had evolved.

"Wow," Hermione said, fishing through her pockets until she came up with her Pokédex, which she pointed at the new Pokémon.

"Shelgon, the Endurance Pokémon. Inside Shelgon's armour-like shell cells are in the midst of transformation to create an entirely new body. This Pokémon's shell is extremely heavy, making its movements sluggish."

"Norbert, you evolved," Hagrid said, his voice awed. "Come here." He held his arms open and, with just a second's hesitation, Norbert jumped into them, knocking the giant man onto his backside.

Everyone was smiling now, even Madam Pomfrey, who was doing her best to keep a look of disapproval on her face. As Harry looked around he saw that Ron was holding his sides he was laughing so hard, Hermione brushing away a tear as she watched the scene, and Mr and Mrs Weasley shared a fond glance as they watched Fang pile on top of the Pokémon and trainer pile up.

And behind them, propping herself up in her bed, was Ginny.

She looked unrested, and ill, but nevertheless, despite the enormous hardships she had faced, a small, barely noticeable smile, creased her lips, and Harry knew that, eventually, she would be alright.

Their return to the student body was never going to go unnoticed, yet it was still a surprise the extent to which the Gryffindors celebrated their return when they were finally released from the Hospital Wing, sans Ginny.

How the story had reached the Gryffindor students was a mystery but somehow the residents of Gryffindor Tower had discovered that Harry, Ron and Hermione had found the Chamber of Secrets and that Harry had defeated Slytherin's monster and rescued Ginny.

On their admittance to the Gryffindor Common Room they were met with a wall of noise as everyone cheered, stood up, and applauded. Fred and George, absolutely beaming, had fought their way to the front, enveloped Harry and Hermione in a massive group hug, and then lifted Ron up onto their shoulders, parading him around the room to the chant of 'Weasley is our king'.

Percy too had thanked Harry and Hermione, surprising them by favouring them each with a hug. Percy had never come across to anyone as the hugging type but it seemed that in this case he was too overjoyed to care.

The Gryffindor's jubilation only increased when they became aware of the three hundred house points that Harry, Ron and Hermione had won between them, easily handing them their first House Cup victory in ten years.

The last couple of weeks passed by in a flash of good news followed by good news. The very first morning after the incident down in the chamber Dumbledore had stood up and announced that Hagrid had been cleared of all charges and would once again resume his duties as groundskeeper, to great applause, Hagrid looking as proud as punch as he sat up at the staff table, Norbert by his side.

Just a few days later Dumbledore was able to announce that Professor Snape had succeeded in concocting an antidote to Seviper's venom and that it was to be administered to the victims of the attacks within the next few hours.

During breakfast of the final full day at Hogwarts before the summer holidays the entire hall stood up and applauded as the victims of the attacks, including, much to Fred and George's dismay, Mrs Norris, walked into the Great Hall for the first time since they had awoken.

But despite all the positive energy around the castle Harry felt his own happiness wain as he became all too aware of the fact that it was time to go.

It hadn't been an easy year, he thought as he pulled down his trunk from the luggage rack and prepared to disembark the Hogwarts Express, but it had been brilliant. The world of Pokémon was one of magic and wonder and Harry had been no more aware of it than he was now as he prepared to shut himself away from this marvellous world for a couple of months and return to the Dursleys.

"You'll come stay with us," Ron assured him. "Trust me, mum and dad would absolutely love it if you came over. I think they like you better than they like me."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Hermione teased but there was a touch of melancholy to her voice. Like Harry, Hermione would be leaving the Pokémon world for the muggle one and, while her parents were undoubtedly a damn sight better than the Dursleys, the desire to remain at Hogwarts for just a few more days was strong. Ron obviously noticed too.

"Cheer up, guys," he told them. "It's only a couple of months and then we'll be back. And there won't be any secret chambers or mysterious attacks or annoying teachers next year. Well, except Snape."

"I'm going to miss you guys," Hermione told them. "Promise you'll keep in touch, I can't stand another summer like last one."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Ron grinned.

"I promise," Harry told her, and he meant it more than either she or Ron could understand for, as he exited through the barrier that split the muggle world from the Pokémon one and saw the Dursleys waiting for him, looking as dour and surly as ever, he knew that the next couple of months would be hell.

Still, he thought mildly as he bid Ron and Hermione a final goodbye, he had faced off against an ancient and deadly Seviper, what's the worst they could do.

And on that, unfortunate, temptation of fate Harry Potter walked away from his second year as a Pokémon trainer.

A/N: And that's that for Harry's second year at Hogwarts. I hope you've all enjoyed this instalment of the series and that I'll see you all when the next one comes up. Like last time I'm going to take a couple of weeks break between stories so I'll see you all again in two weeks.

In the meantime I'd love to hear what you think about the series so far. If there's something in particular you've enjoyed in this story or if there's anything you think I could have done better then just leave a review and let me know. Also if there's anything you particularly want to see going forward, like specific Pokémon or characters, let me know as well, although I will note that I already know exactly which Pokémon each character will catch so that's already set in stone.

And to leave you on a good note here is a short preview of the next story in the series, 'Harry Potter and the Dusknoir of Azkaban'.

Chapter 1: Marjorie Dursley

In the smallest bedroom of Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, sat a highly unusual boy. He was small, shorter and skinnier than a boy his age should be. He had jet black hair, stuck up in all directions, and startling emerald green eyes hidden behind a pair of battered old spectacles.

His relatives, the Dursley family, would list all of these things as unusual traits, but the thing that made young Harry Potter truly unique was something much more significant.

Harry was a Pokémon trainer.

In his room with him were his two Pokémon. Charmeleon, his starter Pokémon, was leaning casually against the wall, lazily enjoying another uneventful day, while Fletchinder, Harry's partner for the popular trainer sport Quidditch, was napping from atop the standalone wardrobe, his head under his wing. Harry himself was sitting on the bed, immersed in the pages of a leather bound photo album he had received from his good friend Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts, for his thirteenth birthday no more than a couple of weeks ago.

Harry flipped the page and studied the next picture, as he'd spent much of his time doing since he'd received the gift, gazing down at the man and woman who appeared on near every page. He had never known his parents, for they had been killed when he was a mere year old, and so the photos held within this photo album were the only glimpses Harry had ever had of what his parents looked like. His father looked a lot like him, skinny and with short, untidy, dark hair and glasses, but he'd inherited his mother's eyes.

Hagrid's gift was something of a thank you to Harry for the actions he had taken during the shocking events of the end of the previous school year at Hogwarts. Hagrid had been arrested, suspected of setting a monster on the students, and taken to the Pokémon prison, Azkaban. It was through Harry's actions as he strove to save his best friend's sister, Ginny Weasley, that proved that Hagrid was innocent, and had been all along, of the crime he'd been charged with and exposed the true villain, Lord Voldemort.

No matter Hagrid's reasons Harry could not be more grateful. It was truly a wondrous gift.