HP: Padfoot's Next Great Adventure: Kanto

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Harry Potter in any shape or form. This is a non-profit fanfiction for reader's fun and enjoyment, who want to escape from the reality we call LIFE, for a while.

Prologue

A quick overview, 15-year-old Slytherin Harry Potter was battling in the DoM with Neville Longbottom aka The-Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry's godfather aka Sirius Black, against Lucius Malfoy and one of the Lestrange brothers. It was chaos there, Deatheaters vs Order of the Phoenix. Lestrange was knocked away by Sirius, after Neville blocked the unknown spell. Harry then cast the Disarming Spell on Lucius knocking his wand away before Sirius blasted Malfoy Sr. away as well.

Harry then saw and heard the killing curse being fired by Bellatrix Lestrange, her target, Sirius. Harry ran and pushed Sirius out of the way. The green curse of death struck Harry. Sirius looked shocked and mortified. Neville was speechless and wide-eyed at what just happened. Harry feels his life slipping away fast. He looked at Sirius and Neville one last time, before he fell backwards into the Veil of Death. The last of the Potter Line was gone.

Harry's spirit was taken by forces beyond his control to a new world set in the past. The World of Pokemon. His spirit was floating, and watching in fascination at the many different species that lived, at least in northern part of the Kanto Region. In northern Kanto was the Town of Rota. Because this town seemed to be based off of good Ol' England, Harry's spirit felt nostalgic. Especially the look of the Cameron Palace and the bridge that connected it to the rest of Rota. It reminded him of Hogwarts.

He then watched as a bipedal jackel-like pokemon named Lucario, who was owned by an Aura Guardian Sir Aaron, was to be bred with a female Lucario, which belonged to the Palace Breeder. This was to continue the riolu and Lucario line here in Rota.

Harry's spirit was then thrust forward in time to 500 years into the future. While moving forward, he witnessed the descendants of the Lucario that was bred in the past grow and were continued to be bred by the palace workers, from generation to generation. Until finally a different color riolu was hatched.

This one was what the modern day people called a shiny pokemon. It was yellow and black furred, instead of the normal blue and black furred color. What shocked Harry though was the eyes, instead of the red eyes like normal, this one had bright green eyes. Exactly like his.

Harry watched that little male grow for 3 years before a Pokemon Poacher came one night and stole him from the Palace. Harry's spirit followed after the poachers' van. In a single night the poacher had driven past Mt. Moon, Pewter and Viridian City.

Harry then witnessed the poacher loose control of the van and crashed into a very sturdy tree in the woods, outside of a Town called Pallet. The poacher and riolu didn't make it out alive.

Harry felt his spirit was then forcefully being pulled to the dead body of the riolu. Without any warnings, Harry's spirit merged with pokemon's body.

He was once again, alive. He could breathe again. And he was in pain. Luckily the doors were damaged and he could escape.

He tried to reach for his magic to heal himself, but felt the energy of aura instead. He then realized that even though this body is his now, he no longer could use his magic. He was okay with that, he'd seen what riolu and lucario can due, so he wasn't worried.

Though he does need medical help at the moment. It was dawn when he made it to the edge of the forest. He saw Pallet Town, and he collapsed. Before he completely blackout he saw what looked like a 6-year-old boy with black messy hair, and zigzag lines on his cheeks, running towards him in worry. Just as Harry had succumb to unconsciousness he remembers Dumbledores' words back in first year to both him and Neville...

'To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.'

-Albus Dumbledore.

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