This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokémon, which belong to the Pokémon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokémon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.

The Death Eaters' surrender was absolute. They lay down their arms and dared not fight as they were rounded up and escorted down into the dungeons under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall. The sun rose on the first true day of peace in decades and, at last, the defenders of Hogwarts could celebrate.

But Harry could not. It had been two days now since he'd had a proper rest, and almost as long since he'd had anything to eat or drink. As the Death Eaters were rounded up and celebrations began he retreated up to his dormitory. He had a shower, hot water scalding his skin, burning away the muck and grime of months on the run, before he stepped out with a new sense of relief and collapsed into bed.

A few hours later he was awake again. It turned out sleep wouldn't come so easy. But it was enough, at least for now, and as he lay there, sun streaming through the window onto his bed, he revelled in the knowledge that there would be plenty of time for his sleep to return to normal.

The sound of voices drifted in softly from outside. The dormitory was mostly untouched but the glass in the window had been blown in, a soft breeze carrying in the words from the grounds below.

Harry rose softly from the bed, bending down smoothly to pick up his boxers and deftly pull them on. He padded barefoot over to the window, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his chest, and he absently poured himself a glass of water, the jug having miraculously survived whatever blow had knocked in the window. He took a sip. Leaning softly through the opening, he looked down at the figures on the grounds below.

Soft movement from behind him drew his attention, causing him to turn, a soft smile on his face.

"Harry?" Ginny blinked up at him blearily, hand stretching to where his warm body had vanished beside her. "What are you doing? Come back to bed."

Softly, Harry approached, kneeling beside her. "I wish I could," he admitted sadly. "I'm afraid my body just hasn't got used to being relaxed yet."

Ginny's gaze softened.

"It could take awhile," she acknowledged. "You've been through a lot."

Harry bowed his head in agreement.

"I'm going to head downstairs," he told her, straightening up. "See how everything's going."

"Okay," said Ginny and she started to pull herself up, wiping sleep from her eyes.

Harry stopped her.

"Don't rush," he told her under her questioning gaze. He smiled. "We've got all the time in the world."

A smile spread across Ginny's face, a remembrance of the times when she'd asked him to promise he'd return. He hadn't made that promise, not believing he could fulfil it, but he had. And now they truly did have all the time in the world.

"I'll be down soon," Ginny promised, settling down in the bed once more. "I won't be able to sleep without you anyway."

Harry smiled. Looking around he found his clothes, strewn haphazardly across the floor where he had left them, and he began to pull them on. They'd have to be replaced at some point, his shirt in particular was barely serviceable, but it'd do for now. Giving Ginny a long, lingering kiss, relishing in the feel of her lips, the warmth of her skin, and the beautiful flowery scent of her hair, he rose up, crossed to the door, and exited the boys dormitory.

Gryffindor Tower was quiet. With the students evacuated the only Gryffindors left behind were those that had fought to defend the castle.

He found several of them down in the common room. Neville was passed out in an armchair, snoring softly, and Dean had Parvati's head on his shoulder.

Ron and Hermione were curled up in an armchair together, talking in low voices, and Harry considered walking towards them. But he decided against it. He would not disturb them. There was plenty of time to talk later.

He stepped out of the common room.

Hogwarts castle looked surreal under the light of the midday sun. The damage done by the battle looked almost picturesque as sunlight poured through the broken windows and holes in the wall.

It took Harry a long time to get down to the Entrance Hall, his fuzzy brain struggling to remember which routes were blocked off and which corridors had caved in, but when he got there he found it alive with activity.

"Potter."

Draco Malfoy had been standing by the doors to the Great Hall, apparently waiting just for him. He hurried forward.

"Draco," Harry said softly. Malfoy paused.

"Harry," he corrected himself, inclining his head. His businesslike expression returned. "I have something important I need to discuss with you."

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"My parents."

Of course.

"I understand you have no reason to be lenient with them, given what has happened, particularly over the last twenty four hours, but if I could just advocate…"

Harry held up a hand.

"You want to see what you can work out for them," he concluded. Draco nodded sharply.

Harry took a breath.

"Where are they now?" He asked. "Are they in the dungeons?"

"The Great Hall," Draco told him. A pained looked passed over his face.

"And their Pokémon?"

"Confiscated, like the others," Draco assured him. "They were among the Death Eaters on the grounds and surrendered their Pokémon willingly upon the Dark Lord's defeat."

Harry nodded.

"Let's go speak to them," he said decisively and he strode off, Draco following hurriedly behind him.

The Great Hall was filled with people. Each of the four Hogwarts House tables held a large variety, from students to aurors to Legion members, and they were so distracted, conversing in generally high spirits, that they did not even notice Harry enter.

"What's she doing here?"

Harry looked over at Draco's words. Sitting at the Gryffindor table were Seamus and Daphne, Daphne tending to a nasty looking gash on Seamus's shoulder, while across the table sat a bored looking Blaise next to Astoria, who was watching the two across from her with calculating eyes.

"Astoria?" Harry said, guessing correctly. "Perhaps she wasn't able to be evacuated."

"She shouldn't be here," said Draco, his face pale. "She's fifteen."

Harry agreed, but there was nothing to be done. She'd got through the battle, that's what mattered.

Harry turned away from Seamus and the Greengrass sisters at the Gryffindor table just in time to catch a glimpse of blond hair as the owner of said hair strode briskly towards him.

Lucius Malfoy approached, a smooth air of indifference firmly in place.

"Congratulations, Mr Potter," he said silkily, his voice filled with an oily false politeness. "Truly the man of the hour. What you have done, well, what can I say. The Pokémon world is truly in your debt."

Harry wasn't having any of it.

"Say another word and I'll throw you in the dungeons with the rest of the Death Eaters," he snapped. Lucius looked taken aback.

"Now now," he began but Harry cut across him.

"I mean it," he warned. "Another word then whatever goodwill I've shown is gone. I'm sure your friends would quite like to have a word with you, what with the special treatment you've been getting."

Lucius fell silent. His jaw clenched.

"Good," said Harry once it became clear Lucius would stay quiet. "Now this is really quite simple so let's not waste any time beating around the bush. You should be on your way to Azkaban but, on account of Draco switching loyalties, you have been granted a reprieve, for you and your wife."

"Well, you are most gracious," Lucius began but Harry held up his hand, commanding silence.

"But there will be consequences," he told him, his voice firm. "You will be required to hand over a vast portion of your families wealth, which will go towards rebuilding our community, and you will do so willingly and without complaint. You will do community service. You will stay out of politics and if you try anything, anything at all, that I consider shady or a sign of you returning to your old ways, you will not be given the benefit of the doubt."

"But that's preposterous," Lucius spluttered, unable to hold back any longer. "You can't just take our family's wealth, generations of Malfoys have worked for it. As for politics, it is the very lifeblood of a Malfoy. I agree there needs payment for rebuilding but it is surely unreasonable to bankrupt my family to meet those needs."

"If it took bankrupting your family to heal the Pokémon world I would not hesitate," Harry said coldly. "And the further away from politics you are the better. Do not play games with me, Mr Malfoy, I know where your ideology lies and it has no place in our world."

Harry paused.

"As for your finances I am far from sympathetic," he finished. "I've seen your house, Mr Malfoy, you'll be fine."

"Now go back and tell your wife of my offer," Harry instructed. "Tell her this is the price of freedom. Ignore it, and it is to Azkaban you go, and that goes for the both of you. I have no time to tell you twice."

Harry turned away, his dismissal clear, and with an unpleasant look on his face Lucius eventually turned on his heels and left.

Harry glanced at Draco.

"It'll be up to you to keep him in line," he warned. "What I said isn't just what I'm prepared to offer, it's the best anyone could. If he tries anything I won't be able to stop him from going to Azkaban, and quite frankly I wouldn't want to."

Draco nodded stiffly.

"There's something else I need from you," Harry said suddenly, stopping Draco as he moved to turn away. "When we were captured there was a man with us, his name was Rabbie Dunlop. I believe he is still in Malfoy Manor."

"I'll return him to his home," Draco assured him.

"And anyone else that's trapped there," Harry added. Draco nodded.

Without another word Draco strode away, approaching the corner where his parents huddled, watching him and Harry speak. A few words were exchanged, sharp and without warmth, before Draco strode away once more, leaving the Malfoys behind as he went to complete the task Harry'd given him.

"Wotcher Harry."

Harry turned.

"Tonks," he beamed, glad to see the spiky haired auror again. She wasn't at her best, wincing with every step as she walked towards him, her arm wrapped around Sirius's shoulders for support, but she was smiling. "How are you?"

"A damn sight better than a few hours ago," Tonks laughed, patting her thigh and wincing. "Courtesy of my cousin, but she got what was coming for her in the end so I'm not complaining." She winced again.

"Dora!"

Remus came rushing across the hall, his face pale as he moved briskly towards them. Tonks sighed.

"Here we go," she muttered.

"Dora," Remus said frantically. "What are you doing? Madam Pomfrey told you to rest."

"Really, Remus, I'm fine," Tonks protested, rolling her eyes. "Look." And she let go of Sirius's shoulders.

Immediately she toppled, only to land in Remus's waiting arms.

"Alright, I suppose you can sweep me off my feet," she relented as Remus lifted her up, winking over his shoulder at Harry. "So long as you ravish me later."

"As soon as Madam Pomfrey allows it," Remus promised and he walked off, his wife laden in his arms.

Sirius laughed.

"Those two," he chortled. "Made for each other. Who'd have guessed?"

Harry smiled.

"It's been amazing how fast their relationship has grown," he reminisced. "I remember before sixth year when they'd first got together. They never outright told me so I was left really suspicious over how they were acting."

Sirius laughed.

"And now they're married, with a kid too," Sirius added. "Amazing how things can happen."

Harry's eyes widened.

"The kid," he gasped, remembering all of a sudden. "I forgot. Tonks had the baby?"

"Teddy Lupin," Sirius confirmed with a proud grin. "Named after Tonks's dad."

Harry paused. "Teddy Tonks?" He wondered. Sirius snorted.

"Well, Ted Tonks, but he lives up to the name either way," he said in amusement. "Great guy."

Sirius cast a sideways glance at Harry.

"I'm not really supposed to say this," he began, in a manner that suggested he was just about to. "Remus wanted to ask you but… anyway…"

"What is it?" Harry wondered.

"They wanted to ask if you would be godfather," Sirius said, grinning. Harry was stunned.

"Godfather?" He repeated. "Me?"

"Well, who else would they pick," Sirius reasoned. "Who else would they want looking after the boy other than you?"

"Loads of people, I'd assume," Harry replied. "Like you for a start." Sirius snorted.

"You don't see it, do you?" He wondered, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "Everyone else does."

"What?"

"That you're a leader, Harry," Sirius told him. "You inspire confidence in everybody who meets you. People look up to you, and damn right they should, and Teddy will too."

"But I'm not a real leader," Harry denied. "I'm not like Dumbledore."

"No one is," Sirius agreed. "But then there's no one like you." Sirius glanced around.

"When you think about it, most leaders generally look and sound and seem like me," Sirius told him. "Older, old enough to have made their mistakes and to have grown into the leadership mantle. But no one looking at the two of us would ever mistake me for the one in charge. You've not had the choice of growing into leadership, it was thrust upon you, which makes it all the more incredible that you've risen to the challenge."

Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're a hero, Harry. You've set the world free from the greatest evil it has ever seen. You'll go down in the annals of history as one of the greatest Pokémon trainers of all time, right next to Dumbledore."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," Harry admitted. "I only did what I had to."

"I suspect Dumbledore would have said much the same thing," Sirius noted. "But, honestly, it doesn't matter. You've done your duty, it's time you had the chance to relax. The only thing that matters now is what matters to you. So enjoy it."

"I will," said Harry, a smile crossing his face as he thought back to the dormitory with Ginny and the many sunlit days they had ahead. "But there's one more thing I have to do first."

Arceus's hollow was empty when Harry got there. Like Ron and Hermione had warned it looked like a fight had taken place. Brocken branches and snapped twigs littered the ground, along with a set of tracks that showed the path the cage had taken through the forest. Despite himself Harry was impressed. He wouldn't have thought a cage would fit.

"I thought I'd be seeing you."

Arceus was behind him, his approach so incredibly silent for such a large Pokémon that Harry had not noticed, and Harry turned.

"I thought I'd see how you were," Harry told it. "You looked hurt."

"I was," Arceus agreed, inclining its head slightly in acknowledgement of Harry's worry. "But with my Plates all returned to me once more, rid of the foul one's presence, I have been making a speedy recovery."

"What are you going to do?" Harry wondered. "Without Voldemort around you're free to go wherever you want. You're no longer stuck at Hogwarts."

"And I will make the most of my freedom," Arceus assured him. It nodded its head through the forest. "Come, let me accompany you back to the castle."

The two of them set off, man and Pokémon walking side by side through the peace of the forest. Bird Pokémon chirped, it brought a smile to Harry's face, and as they walked many other Pokémon stopped what they were doing to watch them go.

"What are you going to do with the Plates?" Harry wondered. His thoughts turned to the ones they'd recovered, and the Pokémon they'd taken them from. "Keep them at Hogwarts?"

"I don't think so," Arceus murmured softly. "While recent events tempt me to keep the Plates close it would not be right. My Plates are for the benefit of all Pokémon. They should be out there for all to see." Arceus considered.

"The Plates at Hogwarts I will leave, for they are part of the grounds by now and taking them would cause great harm," Arceus said. "But the others I shall scatter across the world, as they once were."

"And when you've done that?" Harry wondered.

"I can go anywhere," Arceus admitted. "But Hogwarts has become my home. Eventually, some way or another, I will return."

They had reached the edge of the trees. Harry turned.

"Before you go," he said quickly. "I just wanted to say… thank you."

Arceus looked amused.

"It is I who should be thanking you," it rumbled. "You saved me, from a fate worse than death, and in doing so freed an entire world of innocents. I am… honoured, to have known you. And I hope we meet again."

And with that Arceus bowed its head and turned, disappearing back into the forest and presumably beyond, to the big wide world that awaited.

Harry let out a small chuckle, shaking his head with incredulity. When he'd been eleven, not even aware of the world of Pokémon, he could never have imagined where life would take him.

Glancing up to the ancient castle behind him, looking more like a ruin with the damage done over the course of the battle, he faced the forest and, with an almost reflexive motion, he opened the Pokéballs on his belt.

His Pokémon appeared before him, battered, bruised and banged up, but there. Looking upon the six of them pride welled up in Harry's chest. Charizard and Lucario had returned to their normal forms, the battle now over, and they stood in line with the others, waiting for him to speak.

Harry smiled.

"You guys have been the greatest Pokémon I could have ever asked for," he told them, his voice catching in his throat. "You've done more than I ever could have asked, supported me through challenges I never thought I'd conquer. But I did, because I had you by my side."

Harry wiped at his face, flicking away a stray tear, as the emotion threatened to overwhelm him.

"I know not all of you joined me because you wanted to," he said, his eyes focusing on Greninja and Lucario. "You joined to fight, to beat Voldemort. Well, now we have. If you want, you can leave. You don't have to stay anymore."

For a moment there was silence, all eyes on Greninja and Lucario, before Lucario stepped forward. He raised his paw before him and, recognising the gesture, Harry raised a curled up hand to meet it. As Lucario's ears lifted and his eyes closed the feelings that flowed through him rushed through Harry; trust, loyalty, respect, friendship.

Love.

As the whirl of emotions ended Harry smiled. "Me too."

Charizard let out a roar, a triumphant cry as he too approached, emboldened by Lucario's acceptance, clasping Harry on the shoulder, his loyal partner to the end. Talonflame swooped onto his shoulder, Umbreon rubbing against Harry's leg as Pikachu climbed up his back, and Harry smiled.

He turned to the only Pokémon that remained.

Greninja looked uncertain, an expression that was so unusual for the normally stoic Pokémon as he turned his attention between Harry and his Pokémon and the forest at his back.

Charizard let out an annoyed growl. Harry silenced him with a touch.

He addressed Greninja.

"You don't have to stay," Harry assured him. "We won't think less of you if you don't. You, more than anyone, joined me out of duty. If you choose to leave then I will do nothing but thank you."

Greninja continued to look uncertain, twitching a little from indecision, and seeing such a response from a Pokémon usually so sure impressed on Harry just how tough this decision was.

"You know," he said softly. "If you stay, that's fine too." Greninja looked at him. "The battle is over, it's won. Now we get to relax. And if you want you can relax with us."

Greninja looked towards him and in his eyes Harry saw the truth. He yearned to accept, yearned to be part of the team, but his instincts insisted that he return to the forest, to where he felt he should be.

Harry smiled.

"No matter what you decide," he said. "You've always got a home with us."

That seemed to be what did it. At these words Greninja could hold back no longer and he stepped forward, unable to stop himself from throwing his arms around Harry, and Harry held him back, glad, beyond words, that he'd chosen to stay.

"Harry!"

Harry blinked, the voice penetrating the little bubble of emotion as he held Greninja close.

"Shh, Ron, they're having a moment," Hermione's voice whispered.

Harry smiled. He pulled back from Greninja to see Ron and Hermione standing behind him, Ron grinning, Hermione looking apologetic.

"So," Ron insisted, looking between them.

"We're staying together," Harry told him, smiling at Greninja and turning to the rest of the Pokémon too. "We're a team. What would I do without them?"

"Too right," agreed Ron. "And it's not just your Pokémon." He gestured to himself and Hermione.

"We have been through a lot together," said Hermione. "Especially this last year."

"I was just thinking how weird it was how much had happened in seven years," Harry admitted.

"Seven years?" Ron laughed. "Blimey, give me a hundred and I would never imagine all of this." Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement, exchanging smiles.

A companionable silence fell upon them.

"So," said Ron, looking between them. "What now?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Harry.

"I mean, what do we do?" Ron wondered, giving off a disbelieving laugh. "With no war what's next for us?"

"I suppose all the normal things, like get jobs," Hermione theorised, looking a bit taken aback. "Earn money, pay rent. I guess now we just go about living normal lives."

Ron looked incredulous. "Normal?" He repeated.

Harry laughed.

"I don't think anything about us will ever be normal," he said.

But Hermione was right. What lay ahead was adulthood. Finding jobs, making your way in the world, marriage, children, vacations and taxes. All of that glorious future lay out ahead of them.

And Harry could hardly wait.

A/N: And that's it. The end of the series. It's over.

Honestly I can't believe I ever made it this far. I always wanted to finish this but back when I was working on the early years I always doubted I'd be able to see it through. It took a lot of hard work and there are bits that I feel I could have done better, but I'm awfully proud to be able to finish this series properly.

Thank you everyone who has been reading along, especially all of you who took the time to comment and left such kind words and encouragement which always gave me a lift. I hope you've enjoyed the story and I hope that it has been worth it following along over the last couple of years.

Now that I'm finished with this I have plans to move on to my next project. A large part of that is working on my other works in progress. I should be getting another chapter of 'The Ministry' out once I've had a small break, and hopefully I can finally get back to 'Pewter City Gym'. I promise I haven't forgotten about it, and I know what's going to happen in the plot, so hopefully I can hold up on my promise to stick with my stories until the end.

I don't think I'll be doing the cursed child in this universe, mostly because I haven't seen the play or read the script. However I do have some vague ideas for one-shots and short stories connected to this universe. Who knows, maybe that'll start something else.

I've also got another Harry Potter/Pokemon crossover idea in the works that I'm really excited about. I can't make any promises but this is something I really want to share with you guys, so keep an eye out.

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