So, this is my take on the Harry Potter/Pokémon crossover. It this cross over is a challenge or something then I'm sorry I didn't inform the challenger that I was doing this. I just saw some really cool fanfics so I thought I'd give it a shot. Hope you like it, if not oh well. I don't own Pokémon or Harry Potter.

On with the show!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Ever asked yourself 'Why me?' One little boy was asking himself that very question. A seven-year-old boy by the name of Harry James Potter was running for his life. As the boy ran through the streets of Little Whinging, he couldn't help thinking about how he'd gotten to this point.

The day had started like any other. Harry was awakened by his Aunt Petunia Dursley banging on his cupboard door, screeching at him to come make breakfast. He had gotten up out of his 'room' under the stairs and rushed to the kitchen to start cooking. Harry knew that if he wasn't fast enough that he wouldn't get any food. As he ran by, his aunt hit him in the back of the head yelling at him to hurry up.

When Harry made it to the kitchen, he saw the rest of his 'family' already at the kitchen table. His uncle Vernon Dursley and cousin Dudley Dursley were relaxing in their chairs while watching TV. The chairs looked like they were going to brake at any moment and the TV was the latest model. It had been positioned in such a way that anyone at the table could watch it while anyone in kitchen area couldn't. The kitchen itself was small, it could fit three people comfortable on a good day. The stove was in one corner with the sink next to it. Adjacent to the sink was a little area of counter space with the refrigerator next to that. There was a microwave above the stove along with a number of cabinets.

Little Harry got to work cooking breakfast as his aunt walked into the room. She sat next to her husband at the table. While Harry worked, he glanced over to his 'family' every few minutes. He was checking their mood; he wanted to make sure he got the food out to them when they were in a good mood so they'd leave him alone later. As he checked on them, he noticed that the table had a number of boxes on it. Harry checked the date in his head only to realize that today was Dudley's birthday.

Once Harry was done cooking, he brought the food out. As he walked to the table, he took stock of his relatives' looks. His aunt Petunia looked like a Girafarig in the face and long neck. His cousin Dudley looked so much like a Wailmer, that Harry was honestly very surprised that the newly made eight year old wasn't blue. It was obvious to anyone that looked that Dudley was definitely his father's son, because while the eight year old was a Wailmer, Vernon was a Wailord. As Harry placed the food on the table around the presents, Dudley began opening his gifts.

The heavily over weight boy got new toys, clothes, and the latest model of running shoes. Dudley was the kind of boy that wanted only the best that meant having the coolest shoes even if he wouldn't use them for running. He only cared about being able to say that he had something and you didn't.

After opening his presents, Dudley and his parents ate while Harry started cleaning the kitchen. Once they had their fill, the Dursleys gave Harry the left overs. He sat on the floor eating his scraps while Dudley was getting up to leave with his stuff, when Vernon stopped the eight year old.

"Wait son. You haven't gotten your final present." The heavily over weight man said, as his wife walked out the room. Petunia returned a moment later with a small box in her hand. Dudley smiled at his parents and sent a smug grin to Harry on the floor. Before his mother even fully gave him the package, the eight year old was ripping it open. His parents just laughed as he went wild on the box. When Dudley finally got the box open he started screaming like an Exploud. Harry looked up to see what had sent his cousin screaming, only for his eyes to go wide. Inside the little box was a pokeball!

Dudley yanked the ball out of the box and started dancing around the kitchen chanting, "I got a Pokémon!" Vernon and Petunia laughed again before Vernon stepped to his son's side.

"I know you're excited, but why don't you check out what Pokémon you have, eh?" He said. Dudley nodded vigorously before doing just that. He tossed the ball and it opened with a bright light. As the light faded, there stood a small humanoid creature. It was a gray blue color with three small brown ridges on its head. It looked around a bit before it spoke.

"Machop." It said while looking straight at Dudley. Said boy was over the moon happy, he always wanted a Machamp and now he had a way to get one. Dudley walked up to his new Pokémon, as he did the Machop continued to watch him. When they stood right in front of each other Machop held out it's fist to Dudley. The eight year old looked at it for a second before raising his own fist to the Machop's and fist bumped with it. Machop smiled before moving to stand and Dudley's side.

Vernon and Petunia looked on with pride while Harry couldn't believe his eyes. 'Dudley got a Pokémon? Why the hell did they give him a Pokémon?' Harry thought. It was common knowledge that kids aren't supposed to get a Pokémon before their tenth birthday. Ten was the age that kids were when they go off on their Pokémon adventures if they were going on one, so children don't usually get one before then. Luckily for Harry, his uncle was going to explain that very thing to Dudley.

Vernon stepped next his son before speaking. "Normally a person doesn't get a Pokémon until their tenth birthday but we figured you were such a good boy that you deserved one sooner. We talked to some of the Officer Jennys' and they agreed that if the Pokémon is under your mother's and my name then it's alright for you to have him. Once you turn ten then we'll turn him over to you officially, but until then he's still yours."

"As long as he's mine I don't care. Now what moves does he know?" Dudley demanded.

"He knows Low Kick, Leer, Focus Energy, and Bullet Punch. Bullet Punch is a born move as well."

"Sweet! Well Machop from now on your name is Slammer and you're mine." Dudley declared looking at his Pokémon. The newly named Slammer grinned before slamming its palm on its chest. Dudley just laughed before glancing over at Harry with a wicked grin on his face. The grin quickly turned into a sweet smile as he looked at his parents. At that moment, Harry knew that today was not going to be a good day. He was proven right by his cousin's next words.

"Mom Dad is it alright if me, Slammer and Harry go to the park and play? I want to get to know my Pokémon better and Harry should get used to him being around too." Dudley asked in his sweetest most innocent voice. The look on Petunia's face showed that she didn't want her precious 'little baby boy' going anywhere with Harry, but before she could say no Vernon answered for them.

"Sure Dudley. You have fun and try to be back before sun down. "He said with a smile on his face. While Petunia hadn't seen the look Dudley sent Harry, Vernon had and he wanted his son to have a good time. The overweight man knew that by the end of the day, the stupid little brat would be beaten to a pulp and frankly he couldn't be happier about that fact.

Dudley cheered before he and Slammer went upstairs to his room. Harry on the other hand finished his food before slowly trudging to his 'room'. While in his room, Harry struggled to take off his pajamas and put on his day clothes in the small space. Once dressed, he looked at the cracked mirror that sat nailed to the bottom of the stairs. What he saw staring back at him was a little boy with dark unruly hair, bright green eyes and lightly tanned skin covered in small scars. His clothes were old rags that once belonged to Dudley before he grew out of them. Sighing at the sad sight before him, Harry crawled out of his 'room' and found Dudley waiting for him.

When the eight year old saw him, he grinned before yanking open the front door and running out. Harry sighed again as he followed the other boy out, closing the door as he did. They walked to the park in silence, Harry thinking about if he'd die today and Dudley thinking about what he'd do to the loser next to him.

When they got to the park, Harry was filled with a sense of dread. There at the park were some of Dudley's friends waiting for them. The dark haired seven year old didn't know but Dudley had called his friends to meet at the park when he and Slammer when to his room. The other boys walked up to them, as they did many of the other children at the park left. It was well known that when Dudley and his crew got together anyone close by was in trouble.

"Hey guy, check this out!" Dudley said as he threw his pokeball. When Slammer appeared, the other boys cheered as they congratulated the eight year old on getting him. Soon enough the boys were done admiring Slammer and now looking at Harry with an evil light in their eyes.

"I'm gonna have a few rounds of Harry hunting to test out my new pokémon. You want in?" Dudley asked. All the boys present nodded their head. It had been too long since the last hunt in their opinions and they were looking for a good time. They all looked around for their 'prey' but couldn't see him anywhere. Harry had taken off running the moment Dudley said 'Harry hunting'. The seven year old was hoping that he could get way before they realized he was gone.

"Hey! There he goes! Let's get him!" Dudley yelled while pointing at Harry's retreating back.

And here Harry was running for his life all round Little Whining town. The dark haired boy was exhausted, he had been running nonstop for a few hours now but he knew if he stopped Dudley and the others would get him. As he made a left down a side street that would take him near the edge of town, Harry wished not for the first time that he lived on the main land. Little Whining was one of a few towns on the island of Surrey near the coast of the Hoenn region and the Avalon region. Because there were so few towns on Surrey Island and the fact that Surrey was an island to begin with, Harry didn't have many places he could go to escape Dudley and his 'Hunters'. Harry had managed to run away to some of the other towns before, but every time he did the Dursleys would just put out a lost child report with the police and people would drag him back. Harry had even made it to the one port city on the island but the sailors wouldn't let him on their ships. After a while, he just gave up on running away, now he just looked for a space he could hide for a few hours.

Harry was brought out of his musing when he tripped over some rocks. He managed to stay up on his feet though so he kept running. As he ran, Harry looked around to see where he was. The little dark haired boy found that he was on the out skirts of town, with the building on one side of him and trees and grass on the other. Harry turned to run into the tree line, when he heard a shout.

"Slammer use Low Kick!" Dudley screamed. Harry hadn't realized they were so close until he felt his legs being knocked out from under him. as he hit the ground, the dark haired boy looked up to see Slammer standing over him. Dudley and his friends walked over to him laughing. When they got to Harry, they formed a circle around him making sure he couldn't get away. Harry tried to stand only for one of the other boys to stomp on his back forcing him to the ground again.

"Stay on the floor loser. I wanna try Slammer's Bullet Punch, so don't move. I'd hate for him to miss, then we'd have to do it all over again and that's no fun." Dudley said grinning down at the smaller boy while his friends snickered. The eight year old glanced at his pokémon before returning to Harry and spoke.

"Slammer use Bullet Punch." He commanded calmly. Slammer stepped forward raising its fist. Just as its fist started to glow, there was a rustling in the bushes near them. All the boys plus one pokémon looked over to the bushes. Out of the bushes came a pokémon. It looked like a big dog with white fur and dark blue claws. It had white fur coming down one side of its face, while the other side had a dark blue curved blade coming out of it. Its eyes were a bright red color that were focused intently on the boys. Its back was hunched as it slowly made its why closer to the boys. It started growing when it saw Harry on the ground.

One boy backed up pointing at the pokémon. "That's an Absol! We need to get out of here, now. Absols are harbingers of disaster and misfortune. My mom said if one gets too close to you, you'll have bad luck for the rest of your life." He said, the fear in his voice clear even to a child. Once he finished speaking, he ran away. A minute later, all the other boy fled as well, leaving only Harry, Dudley, and Slammer with the Absol. Dudley was scared out of his mind but he wasn't going to run away from a fight.

The Absol was now only a few feet away when Dudley finally snapped. "Slammer use Low Kick now!" he cried. Slammer charged forward to deliver his attack. As he did, the Absol jumped over the kick. Coming down the Absol charged up power and roar out as the wind slashed against Slammer. The attack knocked the fighting pokémon back and it crashed into the building behind Dudley. As Slammer slide down the wall, Harry saw swirls in his eyes. Dudley must have seen it too, because he called Slammer back to his pokeball before he ran away.

There was silences for a moment after Dudley left. Harry sat quietly on the ground, not moving an inch just watching the pokémon before him. Absol stood still, its eyes glaring in the direction Dudley had run. After a tense few minutes, Absol finally relaxed and looked down at Harry. It slowly walked towards the boy on the floor, all the while staring deep into his eyes. Harry stayed frozen in place, fear the only thing going through his mind. As he held the Absol's gaze, the dark haired seven year old felt his fear leaving him. there was no malice, hate, or anger in the disaster pokémon's eyes. Harry had gotten good at spotting negative emotions when he looked at people, but he found none of those in the pokémon walking to him.

By now, Absol was standing in front of Harry. They looked at each other for the longest time, before the Absol acted. The disaster pokémon slowly leaned its head down to the boy. Harry didn't blink as the Absol opened its mouth right next to his neck. Still keeping eye contact, Absol closed its jaws around Harry's collar and picked him up. The disaster pokémon kept lifting until Harry was standing straight up. Slowly the Absol let go and stepped back.

Harry was in shock. Absol the bringer of disaster had chased away his bullies and helped him up. Him, the loser, the waste of space Potter boy. Absol was starting to turn around when Harry spoke.

"Wait. Thank you." He said as he carefully stepped up to the pokémon. Harry kept his eyes looked with Absol as he slowly wrapped his arms around Absol's neck. The disaster pokémon looked questionably at the little boy hugging it, before lowering its head onto Harry's shoulder. As the seven year old pulled back from the Absol, he noticed the sun would be setting soon. Harry knew he had to go, because will Dudley could stay out all he wanted Harry needed to be back home before sun down or else.

Harry looked sadly at the pokémon that had just saved him. "I'm sorry Absol, but I gotta leave now or I'll be in trouble. Thanks for saving me. No matter what anyone says, you're an amazing pokémon." With that, Harry let go of the disaster pokémon and took off back to his 'home'. The little seven year old never realized that Absol stayed sat there well into the night thinking about the little human that had hugged it. As the sun rose the next morning the disaster pokémon made it decision and took out in the direction Harry had left in.

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Probably not the best work out there, but I like it all the same. If there are any pokémon you want characters to have, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Be advised that if you want a pokémon you need to tell me who it's for and why you want to see them have it.

The Eevee Stone is not a real thing; I made it up just to take the place of the philosopher stone.

Absol is one of my fav pokémon so Harry gets one because of that. Plus, Harry's life is one hardship after another so I figured having the disaster pokémon at his side just fit, you know?