Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you see a number contained in parentheses like this: (1), know that it's something that will either be linked to or explained in the chapter summary. Also, I am aware that I'm giving genders to some genderless legendary Pokemon, but that's either for story purposes or... actually, sometimes simply because their artwork tends to lean more towards one gender than the other. Regardless, if that offends you in any way, I'm sorry, but I'm not changing it.

I own neither Harry Potter or Pokemon. Back, vile copyright infringement laws! I have a disclaimer! (The offending paper shrivels up and dies.) That's better. (Rewritten on 7/19/19)

"Thinking"

Pokespeech

Moves/ Spells

(4 years ago)

"Congratulations, James Potter. You have twins!" a nurse said as she handed the two bassinets to the shocked man.

Looking over the two newborns, his gaze fell upon the one labeled Harry Potter. "Not too impressive." he mused as he mentally passed over the peacefully sleeping baby. Turning his attention to the other child, Alan S. Potter, who was still awake and crying his eyes out in his bassinet, his eyes glazed over with pride and he triumphantly thought, "That's my son! Demand everything until you get what you want, my boy!" Pretending to be slightly unbalanced, he handed Harry to Lily under the pretense of not wanting to drop him, allowing him to focus all of his attention on Alan - his perceived true son.

Over the next year, life had become harder for both Lily and Harry. James had been headed and quickly began to ignore Lily and Harry in favor of Alan and his more carnal desires. Lily was barely able to tolerate his constant requests to drop everything and have coitus before having children, and by the twins' first birthday he'd graduated to adultery in an attempt to get his fix. By that point, she was more than willing to divorce the unfaithful bastard, but the interfering old goat that was Albus Dumbledore had told the unhappily married duo about the prophecy and forced them to stay in the Godric's Hollow cottage instead of the Potter Manor. He reasoned that the manor was too obvious, but to her, it seemed like he was trying to get them killed! Adding in James' constant requests to only focus on Alan and his own 'needs', Lily thought it was a miracle that she hadn't snapped and eviscerated him yet.

All Hallow's Eve, 1991

A loud bang ripped through the house as the door burst open in a flash of red light. "Grab Alan and run!" James called out. "I'll handle this!"

Annoyed at being ordered around, Lily grabbed the twins before running upstairs to their bedroom, regretting that they hadn't built some type of back exit into the house. Sighing in relief at her absence, James turned to Lord Voldemort with a massive smirk plastered across his face. "Now that the bitch is gone, let's make a deal. I'll let you kill her and Harry, as long as you let me and Alan flee. I've had my fun with her, and at this point, I can't stand her attitude anymore."

Aware of the prophecy and the implications of being able to kill one of the twins, an evil grin grew on Lord Voldemort's on his face as he eagerly accepted James' offer. "Deal." he hissed out and eagerly restarted their 'duel', moving up the stairs as they continued their farce of colored lights and harmless hexes. Reaching the nursery, he pretended to knock James unconscious before entering the room and immediately casting Avada Kedavra at Lily. "Pathetic." he hissed out, stomping over to Harry for the grand finale. "Time to die, Potter!" he gleefully shouted. "Avada Kedavra!"

The house was shaken to its foundations as a large BOOM rocked the structure, destroying the western side of the house and leaving Harry with his trademarked lightning bolt scar. Ignoring his twin's agony and crying at having his naptime interrupted with the loud noise, Alan began wailing in pain as a falling piece of ceiling scratched a 'V' onto his forehead. As to how that particular coincidence happened, I have no idea either, so let's just blame it on fate, shall we?

It was at this moment Dumbledore and James strode into the room, both rushing over to Alan's crib as James ignored Harry's sobs of pain. Cradling the whining child, James turned to Dumbledore with a look of utter pride in his eyes. "Albus, Alan is the chosen one! He's destroyed Voldemort, and has been marked by his power! Look at the v-shaped scar on his head!"

"My boy, may I suggest giving Harry to the Dursleys? They'll take the boy in, and it'll allow you to fully concentrate on Alan. After all, we can't have the boy who lived distracted by his cowardly twin." Dumbledore suggested, eyes sparkling with delight as James cast a look of utter loathing at the 'coward' of the two.

Turning his head back to his mentor and nodding his head vigorously, James replied with "Sure! He'd just hold Alan back anyway."

Smiling at his plan going perfectly, Dumbledore wrapped Harry up in some scattered blankets and apparated to Number 4 Privet Drive. Conjuring a basket and a letter, he left the boy on the doorstep, completely aware Harry was the actual chosen one. He'd glanced at both children as he entered the room, but he'd only felt that innate twinge of wrong that came with dark magic from the child in front of him. Chuckling, he touched his wand to the newly formed gash on Harry's head and dipped the tip in the boy's blood. Drawing a small circle and pentagram on the poy's stomach with the red liquid, he activated the blood wards around the house and bound Harry's magic to them. He apparated away a few seconds later, overjoyed that decades of planning have finally advanced to the endgame - the final stage to make him the forever revered leader of the light.

"This is all for the greater good." he thought as he appeared in Godric's Hollow. "The Dursleys will make the boy properly malleable and obedient, perfect for the final battle against Tom and his necessary death to further my plans. Even better, the blood wards will drain his magic to the point where he can't retaliate, leaving just enough to heal him from any grave injury. We can't have the key component of my plans not be able to or just refuse to sacrifice himself, after all. It's a shame that I needed to leave a compulsion on the letter, but there's no sense in leaving anything up to chance. He needs to be abused to ensure his potential, molded by my hands to be our sacrificial lamb. Even if he doesn't survive, at least he took some of Voldemort with him to the afterlife."

The next three years were hell on earth for young Harry. After almost being stepped on by the bony horse of a woman that was his aunt, the Dursleys had opened the letter and activated Dumbledore's compulsion charm. Suddenly despising the fact they were saddled with a wizard, they immediately resolved to beat the magic out of the boy and mold him to be their perfectly subservient slave. This was not helped by the Horcrux in his skull, its' aura of corrupting darkness whispering to them to give the boy even more extreme punishments and make him even more helpless. Trapped between two mind-altering magics, the Dursleys' fragile psyches shattered and warped, a single-minded fixation on punishing the boy for his misdeeds tying their lives together.

As the years went on, Harry was put to work around the house, beatings and scraps of food as his only reward. Their minds warped beyond recognition from the Horcrux and Dumbledore's compulsion, the three Dursleys gleefully pushed the envelope further and further on what they could get away with and still have Harry be somewhat intact. After one particularly horrible beating, he was thrown headfirst into the cupboard under the stairs and locked in, the Dursleys snarling their usual vitriol at him through the door.

"I'm not a monster!" he thought, tears of agony rolling down his face as he rolled off his broken arm and onto his heavily bruised back. "I just want a friend! What's wrong with that? I wish I was anywhere else! I don't care where!" Unbeknownst to him, his magic had been eating away at its' binds for the last three years, and that intense, soul-rending desire was the straw that broke the camel's back, the last burst of strength needed to shatter the bindings. Suddenly, he felt a massive wave of power well up inside of him, and the door burst open as the Dursleys felt the primordial force explode into reality. Desperately scrambling away from the ungodly furious Dursleys, Harry wished once again to be anywhere else, no, as far away from this tiny slice of hell as possible, and his magic granted that request in a massive flash of golden light.

Suddenly falling through a tornado of golden light, Harry saw the v̵̝̦̏̋̈́o̷̢̬̠̳̎̎͌̕ì̴̥̙̜͊̑ď̷̪̪̬̲, the gap between the universes that his magic was shielding him from. Not a moment after seeing his surroundings, the front of his head seemed to explode in pure agony, and through his increasingly hazy vision he saw a dark specter rise upwards and vanish into the void before blacking out. Despite his unconsciousness, Harry's golden twister continued through the nothingness unabated, plummeting towards the Pokemon universe at ever-increasing speeds. However, as he neared the universe's boundaries, he seemed to bounce off an invisible shield, the canon universe refusing to be intrinsically altered by a foreign source. As Harry fell ever further through the void, his tornado slowly petering out, a warped and twisted reflection of canon passed underneath him, and he fell through the nearly nonexistent barrier as the drill of light surrounding him began to dissolve.

Slightly before Harry's impact with the new universe

4-year-old Ash Ketchum's mother led him to a clearing in far-off Unova, keeping a fake smile on her face so he wouldn't suspect her plan to abandon him. She had no desire to raise the kid any more than she absolutely had to, and with the Oaks keeping a close eye on both of them, she was unable to do anything to get rid of her kid. She wanted to be back with Giovanni again, not stuck raising an attention-demanding brat! Thankfully, she'd saved up enough money to go on a vacation while Oak was at one of his traveling lectures, which had finally given her the opportunity to get rid of the little nuisance.

"Don't worry, Ash!" she smiled, and the brat relaxed. "I'll be right back! I just need to get our picnic basket!"

As his mother headed back into the woods, Ash felt a massive wave of foreboding wash over him and began to walk towards her, reaching out to tug on her dress. She whipped around with a snarl on her face, immediately sculpting it back into a smile as soon as she saw Ash recoil.

"Don't worry, Sweetie!" she cooed, voice dripping with barely hidden malice. "I'll be right back! But, you need to sit here and wait."

Nodding hesitantly, he walked back to the center of the clearing and sat back down, looking around for anything to do. Delia turned back around and resumed her trek into the woods, casting regular glances back to make sure he hadn't left his spot. As soon as she couldn't see him anymore, she booked it back to the exit of the trail and immediately left without a second thought.

Ash vibrated with nervous energy, looking around the clearing in a slight panic. They'd not walked for that long to get here, so why wasn't his mom back by now?

"She couldn't have left me, right?" he hesitantly asked himself before immediately shaking his head. "No! She'd never leave me! Maybe she's just lost! I've got to look for her!"

Immediately ignoring her instructions to stay in the clearing, Ash charged at the entrance to the dirt path and somehow managed to miss the massive tornado of golden light touching down behind him and dissipating. Suddenly, he heard a loud WHUMP behind him, and he spun around to find another kid that was barely breathing. Behind him, he heard the bushes at the entrance to the trail rustling and spun around once more - only to find two unfamiliar Pokemon, and no sight of his mom at all. Crying silently, Ash realized that his mother had indeed abandoned him, and he was truly alone... except for the dying boy behind him and the two unfamiliar Pokemon that were rapidly approaching them.

The Mega Ampharos and Mega Lucario stared at the young boys in the clearing, completely forgetting their current predicament. Born and bred in the Team Plasma labs, they were forced to fight and evolve for the organization's hypocritical goal, evolving repeatedly just to survive the battles against the Unova League. However, they had recently begun to be pushed back by the League's greater talent and power, leading to the Seven Sages deciding to take drastic measures to keep Plasma alive. Every last Pokemon they had that was capable of mega evolution was gathered together and experimented on in an attempt to permanently unlock their mega evolutions, and only ten percent of all of the pokemon that had survived the first experiment stayed alive for more than a week in their new forms due to the massive physical backlash. Thankfully, Theia and Robin (respectively) had both managed to sneak out and join forces, fleeing into the wilderness as the guards fired attacks at their retreating backs. Sadly, Robin had been hit with a concentrated Psybeam by one of the patrolling Beheeyem and had been bleeding steadily for the last few hours, and with her aura on the fritz ever since she'd mega evolved neither Pokemon was able to heal the hole in her side.

Despite the burning agony in her abdomen, Robin still had the strength to match Theia in their blitz through the forest, though both knew that if they didn't patch up the hole in her side soon she'd die. Still, they'd had no choice but to keep running for hours and hours on end, their former captors being too determined to be shaken from their trail for long. As a result, Robin was pale and shaking like a blade of grass, her body taxed to its absolute limit. However, the sight of the two children, both utterly broken in their own way, sparked the last dregs of her willpower into a massive blaze of determination, a fire burning inside her to save the kids in any way she could.

"Theia, we both know I'm dying. I've lost too much blood, and there's no way we'll be able to reach any medical facilities in time." Robin stated, turning to face her friend and fellow escapee. "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die doing the right thing. Please don't try to stop me."

Theia swallowed her sadness and silently nodded, tears coming unbidden to her eyes as her friend stumbled forward, glaring at her paws that flickered with blue light. Knowing that her friend was not going to be stopped in her endeavor, Theia decided that she should respect Robin's dying wish, rushing forward to provide her with some support as Robin limped towards the barely breathing Harry.

"Please work. Even if I go to the distortion world for this, just work!" she whispered as she pressed her glowing palms onto his chest. For a single moment, Robin's breath caught in her chest as she saw the blue light begin to flow off the boy before it sank in, his wounds knitting themselves together as her body began to flicker in and out of existence. "Heh. At least I got to go out in a manner befitting my species. Theia, thank you for everything."

"Goodbye..." Theia whispered as Robin dissolved into blue light and disappeared, leaving her alone with the two kids. "My friend."

1 month later

Theia was at her wits' end. She'd taken the kids and had managed to sneak onto a plane to Johto, hoping to find a herd of Ampharos to take them all in. However, when they arrived in Johto they were promptly discovered in the plane and had barely managed to escape into the forest. They searched for a month before finally finding a herd of her kind, and she was overjoyed at finally having a place to call home. What she didn't expect was for the herd to turn her away, citing her uniqueness as a draw for trainers that would endanger the stability of their lifestyle. With the last chance for normalcy stripped from her, she'd been forced to resort to roaming the woods with her entourage in an attempt to survive. At least she'd found a location that was lush with edible vegetation.

"Here's hoping that we can find somewhere to stay for a while." She thought as she munched on the stalk of a plant. "If not, we're all going to die this winter."

Reshiram (having long since shed the plume of fur on her front that signified immaturity) fled from the Zekrom who'd once been her mate, flying away as fast as possible in a desperate attempt to escape. At her wit's end, she transformed into a Dratini and slithered away into a forest, curling up around a nearby rock as her mind shut down from the stress and terror of the last few hours.

A few hours later, she woke up to a small child holding her tightly and jabbering to an unseen adult. Squirming wildly, she attempted to pull away from the surprisingly strong child, eventually giving up due to the lacking strength of her current body. "If they capture me, I swear to Arceus I'll never live this down!" she thought, flushing as she caught a glimpse of the adult. "No, down girl. No matter how tantalizing it is to transform again and try to seduce her, I've got to hide! It would never work out, so I shouldn't wish for what I could never have either way..."

Slumping into the child's arms, she was pleasantly surprised to find the hold loosening before she felt a quick burst of energy in the background. As the other Pokemon looked around wildly for the source of the power, Reshiram immediately paled, recognizing the signature energy of Arceus' portals.

"No no no, not now! Don't do this to me, Arceus!" she mentally begged, not wanting to face her ex-mate for the rest of her immortal life - and now that she thought about it, her afterlife as well. Despite her desperate pleas, she and every living thing nearby flashed into the Hall of Judgement but a moment later, leaving naught but a small campfire behind to prove they were there.

The gathered legendaries looked at the opening portal in irritation and ever-growing impatience. Reshiram still hadn't shown up, infuriatingly enough, and everybody just wanted this meeting to be over with. Seeing the portal flash a bright white, they started to sigh in relief before recognizing the figures and choosing to groan in annoyance instead. "Reshiram, we know you're in there! Come out, or we'll make you!" Kyurem called out, and a Dratini slithered out from the pile of bodies with a distinctly disgruntled expression.

In a plume of white light, Reshiram grew to full size and glared at the audience that would pay witness to her humiliation. "Alright, I'm here. What is it?" she bit out, trying to mask her terror under a facade of bravado and annoyance. Shuddering minutely as Zekrom blew a mocking kiss at her, she barely paid attention to one of the many legendaries' spiel about how she should show more respect to them, especially with how they'd just been waiting for her. "Look, I don't really care right now. What. Is. It?"

"As you must certainly know by now, Zekrom and you are mates." Arceus began, ignoring her muttering of how it was assuredly not by choice with practiced ease. "And, as he has brought to my attention, you have been shirking your duties for in favor of staying around the nest. Naturally, we found it necessary to convene in order to settle this dispute."

Reshiram let out a long, deep exhale and turned a blazing glare on the Alpha Pokemon, her eyes burning with a cold fury that would not, no, could not yield if it wanted to continue burning, its' very concept threatened if it bent to Zekrom's will. "As you should also know, I am the Dragon of Truth. If I was to lie here, I would lose my entire sense of self, no, my very concept due to my actions. So, you had better believe me when I state that I have in no way been shirking my duties, except if you count 'duties' as laying down and allowing him to have his way with me whenever he wants."

"Zekrom, what do you have to level against these accusations?" Arceus turned to the second of the Tao Dragons, who still looked as smug as ever.

"Nothing, except that I am upholding my duty as the dragon of ideals." Shocked, all the legendaries turned to face the dragon, who shrugged carelessly. "You can't replace me anyway, and all I have done is enforce the commonly spread ideal of male dominance," he stated, face nearly split with a vicious grin. Realizing they were trapped, as if they told him to stop he could legitimately tell Arceus they were trying to kill him, the legendaries were about to give up before hearing "Tauros shit." from the only non-legendary Pokemon in the room.

"And who exactly are you?" Zekrom asked icily, already charging an aura of blue electricity around him. "If you are here to try to kill me by denying me my concept, then I must ask you to leave before I make you."

"Okay, how many of you have been to earth recently?" Theia asked, nodding when only Reshiram and Zekrom made noises of confirmation. "That's what I thought. What he's spewing may have passed for truth in the very distant past, but now that ideal is practically dead. As I have been born on earth and have been on earth for an extended period of time recently, I can wholeheartedly state this with no doubt in my mind. He may be embodying an ideal, but it's so thinly spread and mocked that it is nearly dead. Even if you doubt this personally, Reshiram is the dragon of truth. Can't you just ask her to see if I'm sincere?"

Rapidly nodding, Reshiram answered the others' unspoken question with a simple reply of "She's telling the truth."

"Tch!" Zekrom spat out, his tone laced with vitriol. "Even if that is true, there is still a need for a dragon of ideals. As there is no other Zekrom alive at the moment, there is nothing you can do to remove me from my post."

"And if I offer to take up this position instead?" Theia responded, ignoring the gasps of shock and outrage from around her. "May I endeavor to take Zekrom's post through trial by combat?"

"Indeed," Arceus replied, nodding regally before teleporting everybody to a massive coliseum made of solidified purple-black space-time and dotted with stars. "You may attempt to take his position. However, I feel obligated to remind you of the obvious - this is in no way going to be easy."

Looking Arceus in the eyes, Theia grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"THE CHALLENGE FOR THE POSITION OF THE DRAGON OF IDEALS SHALL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES!" Arceus bellowed, rearing up on her hind legs as she projected her voice throughout the coliseum. "IN FIVE MINUTES, THE TWO CONTESTANTS SHALL DO BATTLE IN THE ARENA OF THE HEAVENS! NEITHER POKEMON THAT SHALL BE IN THE RING IS ALLOWED TO USE MOVES DURING THE BREAK, AND THE LAST POKEMON STANDING SHALL RECEIVE THE TILE AND ALL IT ENTAILS!"

"Good luck, then." Arceus smiled at her. "And prepare for the fight of your life."

Ignoring the ominous comment, Theia ran back to Harry and Ash, both of whom looked incredibly confused. Giving them a smile and a hug, she led them to Reshiram and asked the dragon of truth for a favor. "Do you mind watching them during the match for me? I can't think of anyone else here that I would trust with them."

Upon receiving a solemn nod in response, Theia walked down the stairs to the arena and waited for Zekrom to appear, prepared to fight and win. Not just for herself, but for the children she'd come to view as her own and the very concept of ideals as well!

"I think I might have gotten myself into something a little outside my weight class this time..." she thought before proceeding to discard that train of thought entirely. "No, I'm right where I need to be, and I'm fighting for something other than myself. My breakdown of his ideals has already weakened him, and I'm sure I can at least match his current power. I need to be here for the world, the kids, and myself, and I will rise to this occasion as best I can."

"Thank you for challenging me to a battle for my position, false dragon. I promise you this; your life will end here, just as I have ended the others who have stood against me and my ideals." Zekrom rumbled, yellow electricity sparking between his claws.

"Aw, I bet you say that to all the pretty girls," Theia mocked, blowing a kiss at him. "However, you've got to work on your pickup lines. 'False dragon' is so outdated - I find the term 'forcibly modified' far more accurate."

"It matters not whether you are natural or a human-made abomination - you will still fall before me!" Zekrom growled, muscles tensing in anticipation as he waited for Arceus to call the start of the battle.

"BEGIN!" Arceus bellowed, and the two dragons rushed at each other as electricity crackled to life inside the stadium. Forming a quick Protect, Theia used the energy construct to deflect Zekrom's Dragon Claw before jumping up and slamming a Focus Punch into his abdomen. As her much taller opponent reeled back from the unexpected impact, she shot a few Dragon Pulses into his face before jumping out of his reach, narrowly avoiding the spikes of Earth Power that had just erupted from where she was just standing. Activating Charge, she fired off a few Zap Cannons at the rapidly recovering Zekrom, who proceeded to roar in fury and charge through the barrage of electricity, grabbing the surprised Theia and slamming her into the ground.

Falling into an Outrage, he whaled repeatedly on the hastily constructed Protect, pulling back to deliver the final blow to the shield when a trio of Power Gems shot into his back. As he roared in pain, Theia dropped her shield and blasted him with an overcharged Dragon Pulse that knocked him halfway across the arena, cracking his armor and giving her the first blood. As she stood up and repeatedly used Charge to build up for her next attack, Zekrom got to his feet and gingerly touched the cracked armor, hissing in pain as it dripped a deep red stream of blood.

"You have proven to be powerful." he rumbled, and his tail began to glow a bright blue as a massive corona of electricity crackled around him. "I think it's time that I stop playing around."

Not bothering to launch a retort as her opponent erupted in a pillar of blue lightning, Theia narrowed her eyes as her hair fanned out, each orb inside charged enough to launch a Thunder at Zekrom. Suddenly, Zekrom appeared right in front of her, slamming an electrically charged fist into her Protect before picking it up and hurling it into the stadium wall with a massive CRASH. Taking a moment to recharge, the Fusion Bolt encased dragon rocketed towards the incapacitated Theia, who merely grinned tauntingly in response to his ever-nearing frame. As he drew even closer, the ground began to launch itself at him in massive flurries of Power Gems, each impact serving to fuel his rage further as he smashed through all of them and his hand drew ever nearer to her neck.

Suddenly, the air reeked of ozone, and a massive lance of bright yellow lightning blasted through his own electric shield, blasting him into the other side of the arena and drilling a hole through his armor. Theia hadn't come out unscathed either, as he'd taken the opportunity to slam an Earth Power into her as she recovered from the massive discharge of electricity. Stumbling back out onto the field, Zekrom roared as he jumped into the air, an unbelievably massive sphere of blue electricity crackling around him as he gathered all of his might to smash the insect far beneath him.

"Oh, you're finally using your trump card?" Theia nervously grinned, already using multiple Charges to prepare herself for the next clash of attacks. "In that case, I might as well use mine too."

"B̴͙͙̞̒̎̚͝Ṍ̶͈̏L̸̬͚̪͛̅̌T̸̥̤̂ ̸̮̼͓͚̍̊͐̌S̵̢͖̖̗͋̂́T̵̖̖̻̽R̴͍͉͔͔̊̾͠͝I̴͍͐̓K̶̢̥̘̈́̽E̴̺͇͊̅̉!̷̥̦͔̜̄" Zekrom bellowed, shooting down towards the yellow dot that was Theia. He was Zekrom, the Dragon of Ideals and the second Tao Dragon! He would squash this uppity Ampharos if it was the last thing he'd ever do!

"Thunder Dragon's Proclamation!" Theia roared back, and a tightly condensed purple and yellow lance of electricity shot towards the heavens, the two colors trailing off from the attack as the draconic energy and lightning blended together in the heart of the spear of light. The two attacks collided, and for one brief moment everything went white as the two clashed in midair before detonating in a cataclysmic explosion.

Struggling to stand up as the backlash from her most powerful move racked her body, Theia moaned in agony as she finally managed to balance herself. "Well," she thought as she staggered over to the downed Zekrom. "If that didn't take him out, nothing will. Even if I had anything more powerful, everything is fried (both figuratively and literally) for the next couple hours anyway. Here's hoping that I got lucky."

Gazing over the barely moving Zekrom's body, Theia sighed in relief as she saw the massive hole drilled through his chest. If she'd been even a little weaker, that wouldn't have worked and she would have been left to the tender mercies of the Fusion Bolt. "It was a good fight," she told the fallen dragon as Zekrom drew his last breath.

"Indeed." he breathed out as his body finally went still. "Indeed it was."

Taking one last moment to close the corpse's eyes, Theia fell on her back and panted as Arceus proclaimed her victory to the cheering legendaries. Despite the agonizing pain, she couldn't help but laugh in victory as she was teleported to the infirmary. Even as she fell unconscious on a hospital bed, she wore a brilliant smile - both for her victory and for the sheer joy she'd felt radiating from her kids.

A few hours later

"All hail the new Dragon of Truth, Theia!" Arceus bellowed as the other legendaries roared in approval. Turning to the slightly unsteady Theia, Arceus's rings lit up with a brilliant light, forming an orb of crackling blue and white light between the two of them. "This power shall be both your salvation and your eternal torment as you forever strive to uphold it. Do you accept this burden?"

Nodding solemnly, Theia reached out and gingerly touched the orb of light, erupting in a whirlwind of electricity and light that obscured her from view as her body began to warp from the influx of power. As the light dimmed, the gathered crowd saw her seven-foot-tall figure standing proud and tall with her new wings spread behind her, chest and wings both clad in black armor that gleamed in the dim light of the Hall of Judgement. Staggering towards Reshiram as she adjusted to her new body, Theia smiled in thanks as Harry and Ash ran up and hugged her. "Thanks for taking care of them. I know they can be a bit of a handful."

"Excuse me, but do you mind if I tagged along with you for a little while? Sorry if I'm intruding on anything, but I want to thank you for taking care of Zekrom." Reshiram asked, trying to hide her blush at Theia's incredibly attractive new form.

"Sure! I need somebody to talk to anyway-" Theia began as they were teleported out of the Hall, trailing off as they appeared on an unfamiliar beach. Harry and Ash immediately began running around excitedly, kicking up sand as the two dragons watched in bemusement and mild annoyance at Arceus' shenanigans

"...and also somebody that hopefully knows where we are." she finished, unable to keep a hint of irritation out of her voice. "So, do you know of any way we can disguise ourselves, or are we going to need to sneak around to find out where we are?"

"Well, we can transform into humans. It does take some practice, though..."

Ash and Harry watched as their mother talked with the other Pokemon, both incredibly disappointed that they couldn't understand either of them.

"I wish we were just like them!" Harry pouted, Ash nodding furiously in agreement before they resumed their game of tag, both of them squealing in delight as they kicked up plumes of sand while darting around the beach. Unknown to either, the last remnants of Harry's magic had latched onto their desire with the ironclad grip of a drowning man and had granted the request with the last dregs of its' strength. As Harry was about to tag Ash for the third time, they both exploded in a massive flash of light that immediately drew the adults' attention. What had just been a hand turned into a white-furred gauntlet, claws in place of fingers as a thin white fuzz spread over Harry's body. As the other arm replicated his transformation, his legs developed the same spiky white fur and his shoes exploded off his feet, revealing large paws with three massive claws each. The transformation rapidly spreading to his head, Harry's hair turned bone-white as it grew out and reached the middle of his back, Reshiram's distinctive tail sprouting from his tailbone with a bright red glow inside. Naturally, this threw him massively off balance and sent him plunging into Ash's back, the magic funneling into the other boy and stopping Harry's own transformation.

Ash's body grew a thin film of yellow fuzz, black armor shot through with yellow veins of electricity forming around his forearms, lower legs and chest as Zekrom's tail sprouted from his lower back in a surge of yellow electricity. As he opened his mouth to laugh at the unexpected tickling sensation, his teeth sharpened into fine points and his black hair grew yellow highlights as electricity crackled around them, striking the suddenly aflame Harry and blasting the two apart. As the two unconscious bodies flew apart, the transformation stopped as Harry's magic died down, naught but the most minor sparks of power remaining as the two legendary Pokemon rushed to collect the two kids.

"Sadly, I do remember this place," Reshiram grumbled as she tended to the white-furred Harry. "And with what I know of the residents here, they'll be here any moment now."

As she turned to face the waters of the cove that the beach lined, three figures pulled themselves out of the water, two of the figures already preparing attacks. "What was the surge of energy, and why have you invaded our beach?" one of the Primarina asked, ignoring Theia's indignant confusion at his exceptionally brusque question.

"...Sometimes, I hate being right." Reshiram groaned in annoyance before she began to explain what had just happened to the increasingly unamused guards.

Harry woke up in a dark room with a loud groan, strips of woven seaweed covering his hybrid body in a makeshift blanket. Looking down at himself, he laughed in glee and threw off the green sheet with a dramatic flourish. "This is awesome!" he giggled, twisting his hands around to get a better look at his claws. "I look just like the white dragon!"

Hearing a quiet whimper in the corner, Harry spun around to find a cowering Popplio, its' emaciated frame twitching in terror at the unfamiliar creature. "What in Arceus' name are you?" she whispered in horror, pushing herself even harder into the tent's wall as Harry walked towards her. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Could you please speak up?" Harry asked, not noticing her face falling at those words. "I can't hear you."

"Oh." she spat, her voice still not above a whisper. "So they sent you to mock me as well?"

As she began to slide away, Harry grabbed one of her flippers and pulled her back to his body, ignoring the stream of water she spat at him in response. "What did I say?" he asked, the confusion bleeding into his voice calming the Popplio down as she realized her mistake.

"Everyone here takes pride in how loud they speak or sing." she sighed, curling up on the ground next to the strange creature. "I can't make any sound louder than a whisper, and my tribe hates me for it. They say that I 'let them down' by being as quiet as I am."

"That's dumb," Harry responded after a few moments of stunned silence. "Your tribe is dumb."

"...my name is Cordelia. What is yours?" Popplio eventually asked, stunned that anyone would take her side over the tribe.

"I'm Harry!" he grinned at her before picking her up. "C'mon, let's go meet my family!"

Carrying around an extremely worried Cordelia, Harry ran around the small island where the Primarina and their families lived until he ran into Theia and Reshiram, both of whom were talking with the elder of the tribe in charge of the cove.

"I am well aware that this is a minor incident, but I can't afford to allow you to leave. I'm already unpopular as it is among the tribe, and the only reason I'm still in power is because of my experience in leading it. If you were able to do anything to help the tribe, I'd let you go, but as it is..."

"You are aware that you can't exactly hurt us in any meaningful way, right? Even if you did capture us, what makes you think we wouldn't just escape?"

"Theia, you are horrible at these negotiations. May I take over?"

"Whatever. I was merely pointing out a few important facts."

Having recognized Theia's voice, Harry ran forward and called out to her, still carrying a mortified Cordelia. "Mommy! I made a friend!"

"That's great, Harry. However, this might not be the best time-" Theia began, only to be cut off by the Primarina elder's excited interjection.

"No, wait, you can indeed do something for me! See, the tribe despises Cordelia for barely being able to speak. If you take her with you, not only would she have a better life, but I'd gain back a significant amount of their favor!"

"While I have the distinct feeling that this is less about the kid and more about your popularity, we will nevertheless take you up on your offer. Cordelia, would you like to live with us?" Reshiram immediately offered, looking for any option to get out of the cove without an excessive show of force.

Springing at the chance to escape, Cordelia nodded frantically as grins split her and Harry's faces. Having just met the only people willing to show her any kindness thus far in her life, she'd desperately latched on to them and the idea that she was worth something, not the useless and nearly mute waste of space that she'd been told she was all of her life. Even as the elder subtly glared at her when he brushed past, it still didn't bring down her mood - she was too overjoyed to care about the elder's distaste.

"Let's go, before they can object again! I don't want to be stuck here!" Theia hissed, looking around wildly before picking Harry up and flying away, Reshiram picking up the still-unconscious Ash and catching up to Theia a few seconds later. Landing a few minutes later in a nearby clearing, Theia gently put Harry and Cordelia down before heading over to talk to Reshiram.

"I'm totally out of my depth here! Even ignoring the fact that Harry (and quite possibly Ash, though we have no evidence as of yet) seems to have spontaneously learned how to speak Pokemon after transforming into a weird hybrid, we're still without a home in an unfamiliar region with two kids that are going to be massive attention magnets and a clearly neglected pokemon. Do you have any idea on how to fix this situation?" she hissed in Reshiram's ear, desperately trying to hide her growing panic from the still-celebrating children.

"Well, we could always fly back to my nest on the outskirts of Unova. I mean, it should still have enough food to get Cordelia back to a normal body weight." Reshiram tentatively offered, wincing at the thought of the long flight that would inevitably follow. "Alternatively, we could try to transform into humans and try and eke out a life here, but I have no idea if there's a human settlement nearby."

"You know what? I don't care anymore. Let's just go to your nest, rest up and get used to life on earth as a legendary Pokemon, and then get as far away as possible from Unova because I am in no mood to deal with Team Plasma again." Theia groaned after a few minutes. "Harry, Cordelia, get back over here. We're going for another flight."

The next day

As our exhausted heroes landed in front of a massive mansion hidden in the wilderness, Theia turned and stared in utter disbelief at Reshiram. "You called this a nest?!" she asked before her expression solidified into one of apathetic acceptance. "I don't care anymore. Please, just tell me that it has some real food and a warm place to sleep."

"Well, you're in luck on that front." Reshiram stepped forward, transforming into her human form, a graceful white dress and long, flowing white locks rippling in the wind as she unlocked the doors. "This has plenty of food and a soft bed to crash in. Sadly," and at this, she cast an amused look at the increasingly irritated Theia, "You're too tall to enter the doors without transforming into a human. Sorry, but until you manage that you're kind of stuck outside."

Growling in annoyance, Theia screwed up her face as she fervently concentrated on assuming her human form. Slowly, her body morphed into that of a human clad in a yellow sundress, her long black hair shot through with white and red highlights that matched her crimson eyes. Still holding the sleeping Harry and Cordelia, she marched across the threshold and halfheartedly glared at the other legendary.

"Can we please just get some Arceus-damned sleep now?"

a few weeks later

As Harry, Ash, and Cordelia goofed around in the yard surrounding the mansion, Reshiram and Theia reclined on the porch chairs in a rare moment of peace and quiet.

"You know, as much as I like the kids, they can be a right handful at times. Ah well, I still wouldn't trade them for anything." Theia smiled up at the sky. "By the way, what's the situation on the upcoming move? I know you've been having a little trouble finding a realtor..."

"I have some good news on that front." Reshiram grinned triumphantly. "I recently managed to get in contact with a company based in Kanto, and there's an open house for sale in Pallet Town. Apparently, the previous owner had recently moved to Viridian City, and the property was listed at a surprisingly cheap price considering that it's prime real estate. For Arceus' sake, it's five minutes away from Professor Oak's laboratory!"

"Wow." Theia whistled. "That's a stroke of luck. I assume you just bought it outright, or..."

"Yep. Honestly, I'm just glad we're moving out of here in general. This place has some bad memories for me."

Sitting together in silence, the two legendaries enjoyed the quiet Unova afternoon while it lasted... which was approximately another five seconds.

"Hey, mommy! We made some more friends! One calls herself Snivy, and the other says he's called Mareep! Can they stay with us like Cordelia does?" Ash called over to them as he played with Mareep, trading light shocks and giggling as Harry became Snivy's unofficial chair.

"This is never going to change, is it?" Reshiram sighed, turning to face the similarly laughing Theia.

"The question is, would you ever want it to?"

Nearly six Years Later

"WAKE UP, ASH!" Harry yelled, smacking his sleeping brother awake. Today was the day that they were going to get their official starters, after all, and they couldn't afford to chance it by having one of them sleep in too late. Harry had woken up early in the morning in preparation, but deep down he'd known that he'd need to wake Ash up as per their usual routine. Once he heard the telltale sound of Ash punching his alarm clock across the room, he immediately stalked into the room and slapped his brother awake, having found out long ago that things like air horns and normal alarm clocks did not work on his brother.

"Seriously, Ash. You need to wake up! If you don't wake up soon, you're going to miss the distribution at Oak's Ranch!" Harry informed him, causing Ash to grumble as he slowly sat up in bed.

"Why is it so early?" he groaned before shooing Harry out of his room. "You don't need to worry about me falling asleep again. I'll be down in ~yawn~ a few minutes."

Hearing Ash close the door behind him. Harry headed downstairs and found Theia and Reshiram sharing a kiss as they read the newspaper. Ignoring the fairly common sight, he turned on the stove and pulled some pancake batter out of the fridge. As he prepared the family's breakfast, Ash stumbled downstairs, fully dressed despite still being half-asleep, and collapsed into a chair at the table.

"At least we have pancakes." he groaned, slumping forward and burying his face in the napkin. "It makes waking up this early worth it."

"What about the starters?" Harry asked, confused. "Wouldn't they make it worth it as well?"

"...Somehow I'd managed to forget about them." Ash admitted, and they shared a quick chuckle at his expense before resuming their normal morning routine.

"Today is the day you receive your starter! You can choose one of the following choices: Charmander, Bulbasaur, or Squirtle. However, as there are four people here today, we have found it necessary to capture another Pokemon. As such, you could also choose a Pikachu as your starter." Oak lectured the four trainers as they stared at the four pokeballs in front of them, each marked with a sticker that matched the starter's type. Pushing his way to the front of the line, Gary looked back at the others with a smirk as he grabbed the ball that held Squirtle and poked Ash in the chest.

"I'm taking the best starter and there's nothing you can do about it, Ashy-boy." he sneered. The brothers simply looked at each other before bursting out into laughter, irritating the cocky teen enough to send him stomping outside of the ranch. Wincing as she heard the loud squeals of Gary's cheerleaders, the only girl in the group chose the Bulbasaur.

Knowing that Ash would want the Pikachu, Harry picked up Charmander's Pokeball, idly stashing the ball on his belt as Ash profusely thanked the professor for finding him an electric-type starter. Oak cleared his throat once more, stepping forward to give the remaining three backpacks of pokemon-related goodies.

"According to the recent league mandates, each professor must give the recipients of the starters a care package. Inside of these backpacks are a town map, your Pokedex, and five pokeballs. Aside from that, each of you also are receiving 500 poke dollars in your new trainer account, which can be accessed from the Pokedex. Gary has already received these this morning, so there's no need to worry about that."

Thanking the good professor, the three left the ranch, dutifully ignoring the grandstanding Gary and the loud revving of his car that only was slightly softer than the excited squeals of his cheerleaders. "So," Ash began, turning to their female companion. "What do you want to do on your journey, Leaf? I'm going to try and become an electric-type master, and Harry just wants to see the world as it is."

She quietly laughed before she responded. "I want to see the world as well, but I primarily want to form a team of friends. I'll see you two on the road."

Harry laid down on his bed, ignoring the loud ZAP of electricity from Ash's room. Choosing their starters had gone surprisingly well, all things considered. He'd honestly expected Gary to try and start a fight, but he probably should have expected that Gary would restrain himself around his grandfather.

"How did it go, Harry?" Cordelia asked, hoisting herself up onto the bed.

"It went surprisingly well! Could you please wake up the others? I have some important news for the team." he told Cordelia. Nodding gracefully in response, she let out a sharp whistle that let woke up the rest of the team in an instant. Serperior cooed out a 'good morning' as she slithered up around his neck and nuzzled his face gently. Harry's Dragonair, whom he'd found as a Dratini when he'd gotten lost in the Safari Zone, curled up in his lap and gently bumped his head into Harry's side. An Eevee jumped on top of Serperior and licked his face repeatedly, leaving Harry laughing from the tickling sensation.

Honestly, he was just happy that she'd recently opened up to him. She'd initially lived in the famous Evolution Town, and had been taken care of by her trainer Mikey and his three brothers. Her nestmates were there as well, but she was the runt of the litter and as such was treated poorly by her three evolved brothers. With both her old trainer and her desperate to prove their elder siblings wrong about how she was weak, they distanced themselves from their families as they trained to remedy the situation. However, Mikey felt that the training wasn't giving them enough if a boost in power, and he turned to desperate measures in an attempt to defend them. When Eevee fell asleep after a long day of training, he pressed a Fire Stone, a Water Stone, and a Thunderstone against the tired pokemon. As the evolution of energy coursed through her body, she woke up and thrashed around at the incredible pain that she was in, eventually knocking the stones into each other and causing a feedback loop of power.

The stones burst in a massive plume of light after that, and Mikey was left with stone shards in his arms as he glared hatefully at Eevee for not evolving. As he reached for her, grabbing another trio of stones from the pile he'd brought in yet another attempt to force her to evolve, she struggled to her feet and ran away as fast as she could. For an entire day, she ran, ignoring the pain and exhaustion as she fled her old life and the pain that it had brought her. As the day drew to a close, she'd collapsed in the forest, only to be found by Harry on his way back home. He'd rushed her back to his house and healed her immediately, gaining some of her trust due to the sheer concern that he sported for her condition. Eventually, they'd found that she was unable to evolve via a stone when Ash had accidentally dropped a thunderstone on her head as he was trying to evolve his Pikachu. Of course, this had devastated her upon its discovery, but over the years she'd felt more and more relieved that she'd never evolve into the same forms that her old family chose. In the end, she'd agreed to join his team less than a month ago, and they had celebrated that day joyously.

Harry was snapped out of his reminiscing as the last member of his team tottered over and bumped her head against his leg. The Amaura cooed in delight at seeing her father, cuddling up to him as he reached out of the pile of Pokemon to rub between the sails on her head. He'd actually gotten her egg from Xerneas and Yveltal as a birthday present (2), and he was pleasantly surprised when it hatched into the adorable, albeit nearly extinct Pokemon who immediately took to him as her father. It was also slightly embarrassing, what with Theia's comments of 'I'm too young to be a grandmother' and Reshiram's constant fussing over her. Either way, she was surprisingly powerful for her species and had quickly become a member of his team.

Returning to business, he quickly got their attention and began. "Now, today is the day I became a legal trainer. As such, I have two pieces of information for you. I can now capture you and make it so it's impossible to take you away, and we've got a new teammate due to me needing an official starter. I'll capture you first, but after that we'll take a moment or two to get to know our or new teammate, okay?"

After they'd all conveyed their agreement, he quickly captured them before letting them back out of their balls. Pressing the button on Charmander's Pokeball, he grinned happily as Charmander began to wake up from his stasis-induced nap. "I wonder how Ash is doing?"

1 hour later

"Let me get this straight." Harry began, trying to keep his face neutral. "When you released your Pikachu, it immediately tried to zap you, only for you to accidentally transform into your hybrid form and reflexively absorb the electricity, which awed the Pikachu so much it swore undying loyalty to you. It's now trying to woo your female Alolan Raichu with some level of success, and every other electric-type you've been taking care of had caught themselves while you'd been dealing with that situation." he summarized, barely holding in his laughter at the look of sheer disbelief on Ash's face. "Well, this situation certainly was shocking. Let's head out, shall we?"

Taking a few minutes to pack some food for both them and their Pokemon, they hugged their parents and walked out the door to begin their adventure. However, this dramatic moment was somewhat ruined when Ash slapped Harry upside the head.

"That's for the lame 'shocking' pun." he snapped, Raichu and Pikachu snickering at Harry's misfortune.

"...Totally worth it!"

Deciding to enjoy the nice day on their way to Viridian City, the brothers set up a picnic slightly off the main path and released the entirety of their teams. As they ate their food, they chatted and joked around as they slowly attempted to ease the new arrivals into their teams. Of course, this peace was not to last, and a large plume of smoke went up in the distance as a roar of "GYARADOS!" shook the forest. Hearing a loud, feminine scream of terror, both Harry and Ash recalled their teams and ran towards the source, finding an orangette trying to defeat a Gyarados with a Staryu that kept being smacked away by the much larger Pokemon. Deciding to help the idiot out, Harry released Amaura and told it to use Freeze-Dry, turning the rampaging creature into an ice sculpture in a second.

"IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU GOT HERE, SERVANT!" the orangette screeched. "THAT RESCUE TOOK TOO DAMN LONG! AS PUNISHMENT FOR NOT IMMEDIATELY RESCUING YOUR GOD, MISTY WATERFLOWER, YOU'LL NEED TO BE MY SERVANT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, AND KISS MY BEAUTIFUL FEET!" she proclaimed 'triumphantly', completely ignoring the dumbstruck looks on everybody's faces. "WELL?! GET ON WITH IT-" she began once more, only to be blasted off into the distance with an Energy Ball - courtesy of Serperior.

"Well... that was something. I'm not sure what it was, but it was something." Harry shrugged as Ash gaped, still trying to process what just happened. "Let's just forget about this, shall we?"

Nodding fervently, Ash shut his mouth and they headed back to their picnic as they resolved to forget about the incident entirely. While they headed back to their afternoon of enjoyment, Misty fell through the skies and landed on top of a massive trash pile.

"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!" she bellowed, stamping her foot on the increasingly unstable hill of trash. "THOSE PEASANTS HAVE DISGRACED THEIR GODDESS- AHHH!"

Suddenly, the hill of trash under her collapsed, sending her into a pool of liquid garbage that had gathered in the hollow hill. For a moment, everything was silent, and then the forest shook with a loud, mournful cry of utter disgust.

"What was that, Harry?" Ash asked, hearing the wail of disgust.

"Comeuppance, Ash. Comeuppance and a healthy dose of laser-guided karma."

Thank you for rereading the first chapter, and thanks for everything!

(1) I.e. this extremely annoying example. Sorry, but this likely is going to be at least somewhat necessary.

(2) They were obligated to, having lost a few rounds of a strange human game called 'poker'. If they'd won the round of betting, they would've gotten to organize a massive wedding between Theia and Reshiram. Sadly for Xermeas and Yveltal, they lost, and Amaura was the result.