Trainer of Sorcery

Chapter 1: Mewtwo

An eight year old Harry sat on the roof of the primary school with his head hung in dejection. Once again fate had played its' twisted game and he had to take refuge up here. He didn't know how he go up here. All he knew was, until a teacher came to get him, he was safe.

"Damn. Life stinks." Harry said.

"How can one so young say that?"

Harry looked up, startled, to see a gray and purple body seemingly floating a little in front of him, "What are you?" Harry asked, more curious than frightened.

"I am a Pokémon. My name is Mewtwo." The being, Mewtwo, said, "But, again, how can one so young say what you just did?"

"Because that is the only constant in my life. And what is a Pokémon?" Harry asked, curiosity brimming inside of him.

"A Pokémon is a creature like myself from my world that seeks adventure and friendship with a trainer. Young One, may I see into your mind?" Mewtwo asked the boy.

Harry thought about it for a moment and then shrugged, "Sure."

His eyes met Mewtwo's and within moments, the psychic type had started looking. What he saw shocked him to his core. Such sadness and pain was rare in one so young. When he saw the boy's treatment by his aunt and uncle, he was filled with a murderous rage.

"Boy. What is your name?" Mewtwo asked, though he already knew it from the memories.

"I am Harry James Potter." The boy said as he stood up and held out his hand to Mewtwo.

Mewtwo took it and shook it and then said to the boy, "Harry James Potter. Would you like to come back with me to my world?"

For a moment, Harry couldn't think as he sifted through what Mewtwo had said. Then he looked up at him with a wary glance, "Is this a joke?"

"No Harry. This is no joke." He smiled at Harry's stunned expression, "If you wish it, I can take you back with me to my world and you can lead a better life where you can make friends with both humans and Pokémon."

For a moment, Harry was shocked speechless. Then he rushed forward and threw his arms around Mewtwo, who looked a little disturbed, but he soon relaxed and smiled. He had wondered what it felt like to have a child hug him and now he knew. He knew that he would do everything in his power to keep the boy safe.

"Take me with you, Mewtwo! I want to go!" Harry cried out desperately.

"Very well." Mewtwo raised his right hand and a vortex suddenly appeared before resolving into a view of a large tree with crystal flowers adorning it. (The Tree of Beginning from Lucario and the Mystery of Mew. This is where Harry shall train for two years. Thanks to his wizard ancestry, he will become a psychic trainer.), "Go ahead and step through."

Harry did so with Mewtwo right behind him, just as a teacher opened the door and saw the vortex close. He rubbed his eyes for a moment and looked again only for the vortex to be gone and find himself looking at an empty roof. After a moment, he mumbled something about stupid freaks and then closed the door and went back downstairs.

…

Meanwhile: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dumbldore stared in shock as the map that showed the location of one Harry Potter registered as blank and empty. The boy had disappeared and there was no trace of him anywhere in England nor any other parts of the world. He groaned and put his hands over his face. So many careful plans ruined! He needed Harry if everything was to work out.

"Is something wrong, Professor?" Snape asked from the doorway.

"Hm? Oh Severus. No. Nothing is wrong." Dumbledore said as he quickly put away the map, but Severus saw what was not there and smiled inwardly.

"Why did you call me, Professor?" Snape asked as he stepped further into the room.

"There is a potion that I wanted you to make, but it seems that it will not be required as of right now."

"I see. Is there anything else that you need?"

"No Severus. You may go."

Snape turned and left the room with a full blown smirk on his face. Though he was Dumbledore's inside man, he had never cared much for him. He only helped the man to protect Lily's son. He owed a debt to the boy's father and now it seemed that something else had made it to where the boy would not be in danger.

He wondered where the boy had gone. He hoped it was far away where he couldn't be drawn into this. He had just closed the door to his office when he became aware of a small creature floating near his head. He looked at it in confusion and couldn't help but smile at it as it flew around his room to look at everything in curiosity.

"Can I help you?" Snape asked.

"Forgive my associate's playfulness. We simply wished to inform you that Harry is going to be with us."

Snape jumped and whirled to see a gray and purple being in front of him, "And why would you tell me?"

"Because you wish for the boy's happiness. We heard your thinking when you left the old one's room. I have a feeling that the old one seeks to draw Harry back." The being said.

"Yes. I expect that he will. He has plans for the boy and will do anything to see them to fruition." Snape said in disgust.

"Will you help us to hold back the old one's efforts? We wish to give the boy a chance at a new life."

"Very well. I will help you. Partly because I can't stand the old man purposefully plot a child's death and partly because I owe a debt to his father." Snape said with derision.

"Thank you." The being held out a hand and touched Snape's head, "Through this link, you will be able to alert us to any changes that occur here. If the time comes that the old man completes his work, please let us know so that we can prepare Harry."

Snape suddenly felt another mind touch his own and was amazed at the complexity of it. Suddenly, there was a feeling of twisting and suddenly he felt a small connection between his mind and the other two beings.

"We thank you for your help." The beings in the room flickered and disappeared, causing Snape to blink. He then shrugged and turned back to his room.

…

Mewtwo stood across from the boy who was looking around in awe and excitement. He was smiling at how he was acting and found it quite interesting to see a child act like this and he was unsure if he was right in telling the boy about his true beginnings. Finally he sighed and caught the boy's attention.

"Harry." The boy looked at him, "There is something that you must know about yourself."

"What is it?" the boy asked warily.

"When I looked through your memories, I found something interesting about you. You possess magic, according to your memories." Mewtwo noticed the boy's look of shock, "Your father was a wizard and your mother was a witch. You have inherited the abilities of your parents."

"I-I don't understand." Harry whispered as he sat down in shock, "They always told me that my parents were drunks who died in a car crash."

"Harry, do you wish to learn how to control that power?" Mewtwo asked.

"Control it?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Harry, I fear that there is one in your world who will seek to take you back."

"What?!" Harry cried.

"In case that happens, I want you to be able to defend yourself in case they mean you harm."

"Then teach me! If they do try it, or if somebody tries to harm my friends, I want to be able to beat them down." Harry said with resolve.

"Then your training begins now." Mewtwo said.

…

TIME SKIP

…

Eighteen months have passed and Harry has changed. Where once he had been sickly pale and uncertain in his footsteps, he now ran fleet-footed with a tanned and toned body down a tunnel as he completed his morning routine of twenty laps around the inner area of the tree. Along the way, he had to dodge Pokémon attacks and the natural antibodies produced by the tree.

In the beginning, he had a little trouble and had to be bailed out, but now he could instinctively tell when he needed to move. He came out of the last tunnel and came to a quick stop and launched himself to the side to avoid the Shadow Ball that had suddenly been sent at him. His hands hit the ground and he rolled to come back up onto his feet and heard the approving sounds of many Pokémon.

Over the past year and a half, they had all worked together to help him get stronger, especially when they found the dark presence that had resided in his scar. He had been having trouble controlling his anger and it was interfering with his training. He had stumbled upon it when he was searching for the cause of his irrational bouts of anger. The psychic types had helped to delve in and tear it from his body and destroy it.

Since then, his training had been going much better. He was able to focus better and he progressed to more advanced things such as using his magic to enhance his abilities and lifting objects through telekinesis.

Now he stood there smiling as he heard the happy sounds from the Pokémon that had been helping him train all this time. Suddenly they all went quiet as Mewtwo appeared in front of them. For a minute his features were stern and he watched Harry meet his gaze steadily. Suddenly his face broke out into a small smile and Harry smiled back.

"You have done well, Harry." Mewtwo said, "The training was certainly made challenging. You are ready, I think, to choose a partner."

"Really?" Harry asked, his smile becoming even wider.

"Yes, Young One." Mewtwo said with a chuckle, "You have done well and now you need to choose a partner. Choose well because the one you choose will be your partner through thick and thin. You have until the morning."

Harry nodded and began to think about all of the Pokémon that lived inside of the tree. Of them all, while he loved them all dearly, there was one Pokémon that he had truly bonded with over the time that he had been here. He looked around and saw that the Pokémon were heading off to give him time.

Harry shrugged and picked up his hand made guitar that he had worked to make a few months back. He jumped through the illusionary flat piece and, within moments, was floating to the top. After a few minutes he jumped out from the second illusionary barrier and was standing on the ledge that let you see all the way to Cameron Palace. He sat back against a tree and tuned the guitar and then began to play "The Poet and The Muse." He didn't know how he knew the song, but he played it because of the story inside of it.

He hit the last note and a howl joined it harmoniously, holding until the note faded into the night. After a minute, Harry glanced over to the dog Pokémon that had listened to his song happily and he asked, "Belle, will you be my starter?"

The black dog, a Houndour, howled and then began to lick Harry's face happily. Harry laughed as he tried to push her off and pet her at the same time. All of the Pokémon inside the tree smiled as they heard the sounds of laughter. They had known who the boy would choose and were happy about it. The next six months was spent training Harry and Belle to be the best.