Author's Notes:

Taking up the challenge presented by DZ2, the rules of which can be read below. I hope everyone enjoys it. And as a general disclaimer, if I owned either of them things would probably be a lot different (at least the anime for Pokemon would) and I'm so broke it's not even funny so there's no point in suing me. I hope you all enjoy this fic.

Rules:

Dark or Evil Harry

As it says, the story MUST start at some point after 5th year

How Harry gets to the Pokemon World is up to you, but he MUST go alone!

Which Region Harry finds himself in is up to you, but it MUST be one of the main regions (No OC Regions) Orre, then Sinnoh

In this new place, Harry discovers straight away he has a Pokemon companion that can be ANY Pokemon (even Legendary)

Harry MUST come across Ash and Co being hounded by Team Rocket, but instead of helping them, he turns away and sees Ash as an annoyance

The one who convinces him to turn back and hear them out MUST be Meowth, who hears of Harry's pain and power from his partner

After 'hearing them out' Harry is taken to see Giovanni where he is offered a place as Giovanni's heir

Unlike the Rockets, Harry MUST have his own special outfit/uniform/attire to mark his place

What happens next is up to you, but Team Rocket - Jessie, James and Meowth - MUST become Harry's companions/mentors/allies/bodyguards

All pairings are welcome EXCEPT Harry/Pokemon pairings

Guidelines:

Pokemon-Dark-Lord Harry

Harry's magic is replaced by Aura No

Harry's magic is replaced by Psychic Yes

For some reason, Ash goes with Harry and TR to Giovanni (Dark-Ash) No

Meowth eventually evolves into Persian No

Harry convinces TR to stop hunting for Pikachu in favour of stronger Pokemon/more important tasks Yes

At least once, Harry dons a TR disguise Maybe

Harry can communicate with Pokemon Yes

Harry's Pokemon can talk Some of them (depending on their form)

Others from the HP world find their way to the Pokemon World Yes

Sirius, Lily and/or James are alive in the Pokemon World and join or even oppose Harry and TR Yes, Sirius

Slash Yes

Harems No

Harry/Multi Yes

Other Teams join/aid Harry in his quest for power, dominance and victory Perhaps

Jessie takes her Contest/Performances seriously and acts as herself instead of a pseudonym Yes

James retrieves Growlie/Growlithe Yes

Arbok, Weezing and other ex-Rockets are/return to the fold Yes

Pikachu evolves (even forcefully) No

Forbidden:

Harry staying in his world

Good-Guy/Harry siding with 'our heroes'

OC Regions

Giovanni treating Harry as a lesser

Harry/Pokemon pairings

Anyone convincing Harry to return to his real world

Team Rocket NOT as travelling companions/mentors/allies of Harry's

With Pride And Wrath

Harry Potter sat in his small room at the Dursley's, staring at the wall. Bruises marred his arms, stretched across his left cheek and trailed down his jaw. Blood dried on his lower lip where it had split. In his hands he held a filigree orb of jade, carnelian, ivory, onyx, lapis lazuli, and tiger-eye shaped into creatures fantastic and strange even for the magical world. As he turned it about and traced the carvings, flashes of two figurines could be seen. One was carved from pink diamond into the shape of a strangely feline creature, the other from rainbow moonstone into something that might have been llama-like. The creatures on the ball seemed to dance and cavort, neither good nor evil in their natures. Harry looked at them so he wouldn't have to look at the open door of his room. At the hall outside and the trail of blood.

At the broken hand of Vernon Dursley.

Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen, half in and half out of the stove that was turned on. Harry could smell the scent of boiling blood and charring flesh. It made him sick to his stomach, but that was an instinctive reaction not any care for what he had done to her. Dudley was… alive in the living room. If one could call the whimpering delimbed and detongued blob on the couch living. Harry'd been nice, though. He'd turned on the T.V. and put Dudley's current favorite movie on. He'd left the front door open too, so someone was bound to find Dudley eventually. Vernon… Vernon was in pieces down the hall and the stairs, because Harry had wanted to make sure the bastard never got back up.

He traced the orb, and remembered.

They had gone just the three of them, Luna and Neville having stayed behind to cover for them and keep an eye out for Umbridge returning from her 'visit' with the centaurs. They'd found themselves in a little offshoot room of the departments of mysteries, one that held several artifacts.

Bad luck for Ron that the one Harry and Hermione had touched had been designed to break all forms of magical coercion. He'd looked so surprised when Hermione belted him with the thing and she and Harry took off running. Not towards the prophecies, but just away. It had turned into a bizarre game of hide and seek between Death Eaters, Order members, Ron, and them. Harry and Hermione were currently hiding in an alcove, Harry trying in vain to help Hermione concentrate.

"'Mione, 'Mione please…" she was shaking her head so hard her hair stung when it whipped across his cheek.

"…the next are White with Pain…" she was babbling, chanting bits of rhymes and songs. Years of being under loyalty spells, silencing curses and most recently love potions so that she would choose Ron as a boyfriend, where her only escape was inside her own head, had taken their toll. Having them all broken suddenly had left her a little unhinged. She pressed the orb into his hands, but Harry had no idea where she'd gotten it.

Somehow the Order members had missed it when they were finally captured.

He'd been quiet when they brought in Luna and Neville and modified their memories, when they reapplied the coercion's to Hermione but felt them just slip aside from him while against his skin a small part of the orb flared with bone chilling cold. As they flung a howling and cursing Sirius through the Veil. He'd gone through the motions at the end of the year and come 'Home'.

He'd hidden the orb for a week, and then Dudley had found it. He'd been calling Harry a thief while Harry demanded it back. Then Aunt Petunia had started screeching and Uncle Vernon had begun hitting him and Harry had felt something snap inside him. He'd lashed out and repaid years of neglect, fear and abuse. And now here he sat on his bed with Hedwig beside him, waiting for someone to come. He was fairly certain he'd used magic to tear his Uncle apart, so he was a bit surprised no Aurors had shown up yet. Then again that might have been Dumbledore and Fudge's doing, on the off chance Shacklebolt might decide they'd gone too far with him.

A sharp prick of pain distracted Harry from his thoughts. The pink diamond figure had fallen just right, one stubby little carved paw poking out between the latticework. Apparently whoever had carved it had honed them to razor sharpness. A drop of his blood clung to the paw, glimmering. It fell with a slow grace. And 'plipped' onto golden stone that hadn't been there a second before. Harry stood up, Hedwig on his shoulder, and looked around.

The stone lay in a small clearing of an old growth forest, trees so huge and ancient entire families could have lived in them shading it. Strange bushes grew beneath them, blue strawberries and spiky tomatoes and pink peaches hanging off different ones. Silky soft grass grew in abundance, and Harry could hear small rustlings in it as he walked away from where he'd found himself. As he came to one huge tree, a small noise caused him to look up. A young person, Harry couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl, sat up on one of the thick branches. Their hair was short, messy, and a pale green, their wide set eyes dark blue in a face with oddly rounded features and pale skin. They were dressed all in dark green, and seemed shocked to see him. Harry couldn't muster the same reaction. He was honestly numb to this strangeness, numb to everything except a small burning point of rage that he didn't seem capable of extinguishing. He spoke to the stranger.

"Don't suppose you can tell me which way to go?" The other did speak, but after a second one hand rose in a languid fashion and pointed further off into the woods. Harry nodded up to the being.

"Thanks." Harry walked away from the stranger, feeling their eyes linger.

As he wound his way between the trees he picked up a following, not that he could see them well. A trio whose facial features and age suggested they were siblings with flame colored, pale blue and shocking yellow hair, chattering away between themselves in a language Harry didn't know. An Asian couple in elaborate robes, the man's white, blue and silver, the woman's shimmering in seven colors. A hulking red haired brute and his disgruntled blue haired buddy. A melanistic and albino pair of twins clinging desperately to each other. A dusky skinned hunter and ruddy skinned falconer who bickered less then amicably, Harry was fairly certain they'd taken a few stabs at each other with blades made out of antlers and bird claws when they thought he wasn't looking.

Only two approached him closely enough that he could see them clearly instead of glimpses caught through the undergrowth. The first was dressed in pinks and purples, a raggle-taggle gypsy style that somehow didn't clash with her pale tan skin. Her pinkish purple hair was the same shade as her eyes, and she wore a dutch cap over it. Her face was merry and laughing, and she danced close enough for Harry to smell cherry blossoms and chamomile as she brushed a kiss across his forehead that caused pain to center between his eyes as he felt his magic twist and change, center where her kiss had been placed rather than below his breastbone. The second was more somber, his long hair white as undyed cotton, his skin black as midnight in hell. His ragged wizard's robes were the same color as his skin, at first giving the impression he was nude or nearly so, save for a red bandanna tied about his throat. His eyes were the same green as Harry's, and held a cruel patience. He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, and the ache between his eyes faded somewhat.

"Kith." He whispered in a voice that was cashmere and belladonna before he followed his… sister? Lover? Best friend? All of the above? Harry couldn't tell honestly, away from him. After a time the followers stopped, as if they feared to intrude upon where Harry was going. He gave it little thought, continuing on until he stepped into another clearing. Hedwig hooted her approval of the place they found themselves.

Where the first clearing had been small this one was larger, a natural bower against a cliff face with a waterfall crashing down from it into a pond. A willow tree's branches drooped down beside it, having been carefully shaped to create a bower within the bower. A tall man slept on the moss and grass within it, long black hair spilling over skin that would have made Snow White look dark and a black chiton held close at the waist by an elaborate golden band with a number of colorful enameled plates on it. Next to him but outside the bower sat a woman who Harry guessed was his wife, braiding pink flowers into a section of his mane.

She was soft looking, her skin the pink-white of the classical seashell and complemented by her white sundress. Her hair was as long as her mate's, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, pulled back in a simple tail. She was tiny compared to her partner. When she looked at Harry, he was unsurprised to find that her features were the epitome of cute instead of stunning beauty, though looking into her sky blue eyes Harry didn't think she was sweet or innocent. She could be, but that was as much an act as Ron's friendship had been. She delicately put the braid she'd been making down and stood up, walking over to Harry.

"A visitor? And one from so far away. How surprising. And rare." It took Harry a few seconds to realize her lips didn't move from a half smile while she 'talked'. "You have come here searching. For what?" Harry gaped at her.

"I…" she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"No. This is faster." Her hands cupped his face as she stared into his eyes. Harry felt the numbness in his mind shatter. She looked through his memories like a scrapbook, touching them, stripping away every lesser emotion attached to them until only the strongest remained in their purest forms.

Wrath. Envy. Pain. Grief. Love.

She drew her hands away form his face and Harry felt the rest of his emotions rush back like a tsunami, a glittering five colored ball of power in her hands. With a smile, she set it on the ground and watched as it twisted a grew, shaping itself anew. It stretched long legs to meet the ground, tossed and flicked a mane and tail of blue fire into existence, whickered with a voice like a funeral bell. It, no he, turned and stared at him with coal black eyes, expectantly.

"My Name? What is my Name?" Harry reached out to the fire horse, unaware of Hedwig fluttering over to the woman, changing as she did so. Words from an old book of Kipling's poetry someone had given Dudley went through Harry's mind, and he remembered Hermione had said parts of them as well.

"The first are Red with Pride and Wrath, the next are White with Pain. But the third are Black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again." He stroked the burning mane. "You are Clinkered Sin." The young colt reared on his hind legs, neighing madly.

"So you have named Me and so you have claimed Me and when the time comes we will Ride!" Harry laughed, a bitter, broken and mad sound as the fire horse capered wildly before him and the being who had made him. He let out a surprised sound as Hedwig landed on his shoulder. Harry noticed that while she was still her lovely snowy white shade, but she was much bigger, with a curious feathered crest and new triangular markings on her breast. He looked over at the woman who was now sitting on one of the sturdier branches that hung down, kicking her bare little feet in vast amusement. She tilted her head at him, looking cute.

"She wished to stay with you, but her form from your world would not survive where you are going. I have given her the form but she is different looking from the rest, even the rare ones. Her price is that she will not be able to mate with any of the 'creatures' that her form normally would." Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

"And what is my 'price' if I may be so bold?" The woman threw back her head and laughed out loud.

"One you are entirely willing to pay. The Destiny that was once yours." She looked at him, a somber expression wiping away all traces of mirth. "No more will you be the Hero. A Chosen One still, yes, for you are a soul that is beloved by many Gods, not just those that are primarily 'Good'. But you will not be the Hero." Her tones were soft, amused.

"Instead you shall be at best the Rapscallion, and at worst the Villain. For the World to balance, there must be change." Her tones were wry. "And the current 'Hero'… I'm fairly certain was dropped on the head as a baby. Repeatedly." Harry snorted in amusement.

"Well, the Sorting Hat always said I'd do well in Slytherin. Guess I'm getting the chance to prove it. Thank you, Lady…" he trailed off, realizing he didn't know her name. She smiled, before a blinding flash overtook his senses.

"Miauwen will do, my child."

Miauwen watched as the boy who had been Harry Potter disappeared, feeling the change take hold of the world she had sent him to. She leaned back as lithe arms wrapped around her, listening to her Father/Brother/Husband's voice as he murmured to her.

"And the people pray to you for mercy. They have so very little understanding that you are by far the more terrible of the two of us." Miauwen laughed at his grumbling.

"I am what I am, Ausreusu. As you are what you are." She felt the threads tangle, dangers to her children eliminated or reduced. Heard the suffering of so many begin to ease away. Sometimes the righteous sword of Good was not what was needed to save the world and heal it. Sometimes the poisoned dagger of Evil was the necessary choice. The world was stagnating, rotting, and the current Hero wasn't fixing the problem.

It was time to play with a new toy.