A/N: Hello, and welcome to my first (and maybe only) ever Harry Potter/Pokemon Crossover! Now then, normally I'd give you reasons for doing this and whatnot, but since none of that actually matters to the story, let's just jump right in!

Also, if you have any ideas for Pokemon and who should have them, just say it in your REVIEW or in a PM. Oh, and there will be no Black or White (sounds kinda racist…) pokemon in this story. Not to say that they won't exist or that the Unova region isn't still there, but they wouldn't really come into this story. The reason why will be explained in the story at some point in the first five chapters.

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Dived

"Potter, your race has been run." Lucius Malfoy drawled as he pulled off his mask, "Now hand me the prophecy like a good boy."

"Let the others go, and I'll give it to you!" Harry shouted desperately, his wand still pointed at Lucius while the other hand clutched tightly around the small orb of mist.

A few of the Death Eaters laughed, but most were still wary of Harry. He himself had not been captured, and Lucius was starting to crack. They had not believed that the Potter boy could be so powerful, but even a mere Disarming Charm from the boy was able to blast away any who were unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of one. The boy was powerful, of that all of them were certain, but his power was cowed by his wish to protect his friends.

That was the boy's weakness, and right now, the prophecy was their own weakness. The Dark Lord would surely punish them severely if they did not bring it back, and they could not harm any of Potter's friends too badly until they succeed in their mission.

"You are not in a position to bargain, Potter!" Lucius Malfoy snarled, his pale face flushed while sweat dripped from his pointed chin, "You see, there are ten of us and only one of you… or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?"

Harry however, ignored Lucius' petty taunts as he glanced around the room hurriedly. Someone was missing… but… Oh no…

"He's not alone!" shouted a voice from above them, "He's still got me!"

Harry's heart sank as he whirled around to see Neville scrambling down the stone benches towards them with Hermione's wand held fast in his hand. Harry could see the boy's hand trembling slightly, but ever since the DA meetings, Neville had been slowly gaining in his confidence as well as his abilites. Neville, as he rushed down to aid Harry, was firing off spells faster than he was reciting them, which made Harry think that perhaps Neville was invoking some nonverbal magic like he himself had when he realized what he had done to find his wand back in Little Whinning.

"Neville, go back to Ron!" Harry shouted.

"STUPEFY!" Neville shouted again, pointing his wand at each Death Eater in turn, "Ron's fine! STUPEFY! He's at the top! STUPE—"

But that stunner never fired as one of the largest Death Eaters appeared in instant trail of black smoke behind Neville, seizing the young Longbottom boy from behind. The Death Eater pinned Neville's arms to his sides while Neville began to struggle and kick. Several of the Death Eaters laughed at the display while the large Death eater held Neville firmly in place.

"It's Longbottom, isn't it." Lucius sneered, "Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause… your death will not come as a great shock."

"Shut up, you bastard!" Harry shouted back at Lucius, who glared at him.

"Longbottom?" Bellatrix Lestrange repeated before a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face, "Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy,"

"I KNOW YOU HAVE!" Neville roared as Harry looked at the boy in surprise, never having seen such a fire in him before. Harry watched as Neville fought so hard against his captors encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted, "Someone, please just stun him!"

"Anyone of you fire a stunner, and a spell from my wand will be the last you'll ever see." Harry threatened as Bellatrix smiled, apparating in a smoky trail to stand beside Lucius.

"No, no, no." Bellatrix said, looking alive with excitement as she glanced at Harry, then back at Neville, "No, let's see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents… unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy."

"Bellatrix-" Lucius hissed as Harry glared at the insane witch.

"DON'T GIVE IT TO THEM!" Neville roared as Harry looked back toward him. Neville seemed beside himself, kicking and writhing as Bellatrix smiled. When the witch drew nearer to Neville, Harry trained his wand on her and she stopped before raising her own.

"Let's play, shall we?" Bellatrix said sweetly, her wand raised, "Prophecy against Pain. You're call, Baby Potter. Crucio!"

"NO!" Harry shouted as he saw Neville scream, his legs drawn up to his chest so that the Death Eater holding him was momentarily holding him off the ground. The Death Eater dropped him and he fell to the floor, twitching and screaming in agony.

"That was just a taste!" Bellatrix said, jerking her wand back as she broke the spell so that Neville's screams stopped and he lay sobbing on the ground as she quickly apparated across the room so that Neville was at her feet. She turned and gazed up at Harry, looking truly triumphant when she saw that Harry's wand was shaking slightly in his hand while pointed between her and Lucius, "Now, Baby Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch your little friend here die the hard way!"

Harry did not have to think; there was no choice. With Neville's life at risk and all but one of his other friends captured, he had no choice. The prophecy was hot with the heat of him clutching hand as he held it out. Lucius jumped forward to take it.

Then, high above them, two more doors burst open and five trails of white smoke blasted into the room quickly like ghosts. Then, around Harry they appeared: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley.

Lucius glared up at them, and raised his wand, but Sirius was already in front of him.

"Stay the bloody hell away from my Godson." Sirius said before literally punching Lucius Malfoy in the face and sending the man tumbling off the rocky dais.

Harry did not wait to see whether someone else would dare to move before he dove at Bellatrix. The witch laughed as she apparated away from him, but that was the plan as he slid by Neville to recover his friend. Tonks quickly came over to help as Harry handed Neville off to her before he dived off the dais, out of the way of a spell while Tonks apparated away with Neville. The Death Eaters were completely distracted by the appearance of the members of the Order, who were now raining spells down upon them as they moved to recover the Hogwarts students throughout the room. Through the darting bodies, the flashes of light, Harry could see Sirius fighting his way toward him.

When they had just about reached each other, Harry muttered Protego as he deflected a spell to the stone floor in front of him. The floor exploded as the spell hit it, leaving a crater right where Sirius had been about to step before he apparated away when a Death Eater came barreling toward him.

Just as Harry was about to join in the battle, a thick meaty arm came out of nowhere, and seized Harry around the neck before pulling him upright so that his toes were barely touching the floor.

"Give it to me!" growled a voice in his ear, "Give me the prophecy, Potter."

The man was pressing so tightly on Harry's windpipe that he could not breathe, could not utter a spell. Through watering eyes Harry saw Sirius dueling with a Death Eater some ten feet away; Kingsley fighting two at once; Tonks, now somewhere halfway up the tiered seats firing spells down at Bellatrix. He seemed to realize that no one saw him practically dying. He turned his wand backwards towards the man's side, but had no breath to utter an incantation, and the man's free hand was groping towards the hand in which Harry was grasping the prophecy. Just as Harry was frantically thinking of how to call upon a nonverbal spell-

"AARGH!"

Neville had come lunging out of nowhere. And while he was unable to articulate a spell, he had jabbed Hermione's wand hard into the eyehole of the Death Eater's mask. The man relinquished Harry at once with a howl of pain. Harry whirled around to face him and gasped out: "STUPEFY!"

The Death Eater keeled over backwards and his mask slipped off: it was Macnair, Buckbeak's would-be killer, one of his eyes now swollen and bloodshot.

"Thanks, Neville!" Harry said to Neville, pulling him aside as Sirius and his Death Eater lurched past, dueling so fiercely that their wands were blurs; then Harry's foot made contact with something round and hard and he slipped. For a moment he thought he had dropped the prophecy, but then he saw Moody's magical eye spinning away across the floor.

Its owner was lying on his side, bleeding from the head, and his attacker was now bearing down upon Harry and Neville: Dolohov, his long pale face twisted with glee.

"Tarantallegra!" Dolohov shouted, his wand pointed at Neville, whose legs went immediately into a kind of frenzied tap-dance, unbalancing him and causing him to fall to the floor again, "Now, Potter-"

Harry saw Dolohov make the same slashing movement with his wand that he had used earlier on Hermione back when they had been in the Room of Prophecies, just as Harry yelled, "Protego Maxima!"

Harry felt something streak across his right cheek like a blunt knife; the force of it nearly knocking him off his feet as he struggled to keep his balance, especially when he nearly fell over Neville's still dancing legs. Thankfully, even though Harry was unfamiliar with the more powerful Shield Charm, it had still stopped the very worst of the spell.

Dolohov raised his wand again, "Accio proph—"

"Stupefy!" Harry said, his wand pointed at Dolohov. A red beam shot out and hit the man squarely over his heart, causing him to gasp. However, his pain wasn't over as Sirius had come hurtling out of nowhere and rammed Dolohov with his shoulder, sending the Death Eater flying out of the way.

The prophecy had again flown to the tips of Harry's fingers but he had managed to cling on to it. As Harry looked up from his grip on the Prophecy and from cancelling the spell on Neville, he saw that Dolohov had recovered quickly as both he and Sirius were in the process of dueling, their wands flashing like swords while sparks flew from their wand-tips. Dolohov drew back his wand to make the same slashing movement he had used on Harry and Hermione, but Neville seemed to act quickly.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Neville incanted quickly as like before in the skirmish of the Ministry, Dolohov's arms and legs snapped together and he keeled over backwards, landing with a crash on his back.

"Nice one!" shouted Sirius, forcing Harry and Neville's heads down as a pair of Stunning Spells flew over them, "Now you two had better get your friends and get out of-"

The three had to duck again; a jet of green light had narrowly missing Sirius by an inch or two. Across the room, Harry spied Tonks fall from halfway up the stone steps, her limp form toppling down as Bellatrix, with a triumphant smile, came running back towards the main fray.

"She's not dead is she?" Sirius asked as he too saw.

"No." Harry said, barely hearing Tonks' gasps of pain as she tumbled.

"Good. Reducto!" Sirius said, his wand pointed at Bellatrix, but the witch escaped the blast as she apparated away with wicked laughter.

"Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville and run!" Sirius yelled, dashing into his own apparition meet Bellatrix.

Harry did not see what happened next: Kingsley swayed across his field of vision, battling with the pockmarked and no longer masked Rookwood; another jet of green light flew over Harry's head as he nudged Neville, who nodded.

"Stupefy!" both incanted as they shot toward Kingsley's opponent, who was hit in the shoulder and lower stomach by their spells. Kingsley, seeing the opening, sent a spell at the man who slumped forward and then dropped to his knees.

"Go!" Kingsley bellowed as Harry and Neville nodded.

Just as Harry and Neville were moving from their spot in the thick of it; out of nowhere, a man lunged at them. Both fell backwards, with Neville rolling off while Harry held his left arm up in the air to try to save the small glass ball from being smashed.

"The prophecy! Give me the prophecy, Potter!" Lucius Malfoy's voice snarled in his ear as Harry felt the tip of Lucius' wand pressing hard between his ribs.

"No! Get off- me…! Neville, catch it!"

Harry flung the prophecy across the floor, as he saw Neville stumble to his feet. The Longbottom boy scooped the ball to his chest. That made Lucius point his wand instead at Neville, but Harry knew that would happen with how badly the Malfoy Lord wanted the prophecy.

So with that in mind, as soon as the pressure of the wand-tip left his ribs, Harry jabbed his own wand back over his shoulder and yelled, "Impedimenta!"

Lucius Malfoy was blasted off his back as Harry scrambled up to his feet again. He looked around and saw the Malfoy family Lord smash into the dais on which Sirius and Bellatrix were now currently dueling. Lucius Malfoy still wasn't out of it as aimed his wand at Harry and Neville again, but before he could draw breath to strike, Lupin had jumped between them.

"Harry, round up the others and GO!" Lupin bellowed as Harry nodded, not wanting to leave, but knowing that he had to at least get his friends somewhere safe before returning.

Harry quickly seized Neville by the shoulder of his robes and lifted him bodily on to the first tier of stone steps. Neville got the idea an he turned from firing spells at the nearest dark robed figure and went with Harry.

However, their escape was short lived when a spell hit the stone bench at Harry's heel. He watched in shock as it crumbled away and he fell back to the step below.

Neville sank to the ground, desperate as he thrust the prophecy into his pocket.

"Come on!" Harry shouted desperately as another spell shot over his shoulder and splashed harmlessly against the stone. He tried to help Neville up by hauling at Neville's robes, but when he gave another stupendous heave Neville's robes tore all along the left seam.

They both watched as the small spun-glass ball dropped from his pocket and, before either of them could catch it, one of Neville's fingers tipped it some three feet to the right from them and it smashed on the step beneath them. As both of them stared at the place where it had broken, appalled at what had happened, a pearly-white figure with hugely magnified eyes rose into the air, unnoticed by any but them, but looking vaguely familiar to Harry.

"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…"

The figure stopped speaking and dissolved into nothingness while Harry and Neville looked at one another, having heard every word the pearly-white figure had uttered amidst all the crashes, screams, and yells surrounding them. But the problem was, neither of them comprehended any of it. Power to vanquish the Dark Lord? Born to those who thrice defied him? Born as the seventh month dies? Mark him as his equal? Power the Dark Lord knows not? And the most terrifying question the misty voice had , at least to the both of them: Neither can live… while the other survives…

"Harry, I'm sorry!" Neville cried, his face anguished, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to-"

"It doesn't matter!" Harry shouted, his mind a whirl as he once again started Neville and himself upward and out, "Just come one, and let's get out of here."

"Wait, Harry! Look! Dumbledore!" Neville said, his sweaty face suddenly elated and relieved as he stared over Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"What?" Harry asked as Neville pointed before turning Harry physically to look.

"DUMBLEDORE!" Neville shouted again as Harry looked.

Yes, directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore with his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt like an electric charge had surged through every particle of his body while he also sagged in relief. His friends were saved! He was saved! They were all saved!

In the few seconds those thoughts had passed through Harry's mind, Dumbledore had sped down the steps past Neville and Harry with a speed which betrayed a man of his fragile his hundred year-old age. Harry and Neville raised their wands and took in a deep breath, neither having another thought of leaving as they followed Dumbledore's wake.

Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realized he was there and yelled to the others. One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line.

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her as though it were all a game. Harry didn't even process the fact that he was in fact running toward them as he heard Sirius taunting the deadly witch.

"Come on, Bella! You can do better than that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

"Potter!" Lucius yelled, his wand pointed, but Harry didn't even look as a jet of orange light left his wand and banished Lucius to the other side of the room where Dumbledore instantly conjured ropes and took up the Malfoy Lord's wand.

No, Harry noticed none of that when his eyes had locked on the second jet of light, which had hit Sirius squarely on the chest.

"No!" Harry shouted in despair as he felt himself moving faster than he knew possible for him. The blood was pounding in his ear as his eyes stayed locked on Sirius, even when his arm was slashing out with his wand to drive Bellatrix away from his Godfather.

Harry saw how the laughter had not quite died from Sirius' face, but how the man's eyes had widened in shock and surprise.

It seemed to take Sirius ages to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged misty veil that was the arch.

Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his Godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant shouts of joy as he skidded to a stop in front of the veil, to him it meant nothing. Sirius had only just fallen through the archway. He would reappear from the other side any second now…

Except… Sirius didn't reappear…

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"

He was only vaguely aware of the searing gasps that his breathing was coming out as. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, Harry thought. All he needed to do was pull him back out-

But as Harry reached for it, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him to close to him.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-" Lupin shouted, but Harry didn't hear him for he was only focused on the veil.

"Get him! Save him! He's only just gone through!" Harry howled as Lupin frantically shook his head.

"It's too late, Harry." Lupin whispered, his shoulders shaking as Harry knew he was holding back tears.

"We can still reach him!" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…

"There's nothing you can do, Harry… n-nothing… he's… g-gone…" Lupin said, his voice trembling and hollow as Harry struggled.

"He hasn't gone!" Harry yelled.

He did not believe it. He would not believe it! He fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight.

"SIRIUS!" Harry bellowed, "SIRIUS!"

"He can't come back, Harry." Lupin said, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry, "He can't come back, because he's de-"

"HE - IS - NOT - DEAD!" Harry roared, "SIRIUS!"

There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter.

No, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that Sirius - who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain - was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to re-enter the battle.

Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais. Harry, still staring at the archway, was angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting.

But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before… Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him… if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… that he really was.

Summoning all his might; both physical and magical, Harry lashed out as his magic flooded the room, knocking Lupin back and others off their feet as the power washed over and through the room. The only person still left standing was Dumbledore.

Harry dashed to the veil, diving into it with his last words being: "Sirius! Sirius!"