My first story on this site, yeeesssss!
This is sort of a Harry Potter/Pokemon crossover (excuse the weird nature of that).
My update speed won't be instant, although I can guarantee that a new chapter can be uploaded once every week.
This post will also be updated whenever a new chapter is posted.
Anyways, read, review, and most important-Enjoy!
(Sorry about the short length of the first chapter, and some of the characters might be OOC)
Table of contents
Chapter 1: Fallout
"Destiny has one great test in store for us all... has mine already come? And have I failed it?... A deed, once done, cannot be undone. But perhaps... it may yet be mitigated!"
The howl of a fractious wind could be heard all throughout the ruins of a city that was now consumed in powdery-blue flames, which was mixed with the lifeless bodies of its inhabitants.
Aside from the stormy background-esq noises, the only sounds that could be heard were the skewed/disfigured whimpers of grotestquely distorted survivors, none who had any memory of what had happened.
Only smoldering fragments of the former large town remained, along with the ravaged fragments of the people that lived within the area. The place was now a sea of multi-colored fire mixed with mutilated corspes, as if it were an allusion to a horric nightmare that occured in the past...
Harry...? An eerie groan vibrated from underneath, along with the grinding of dirt that sounded like a rusted block of led grinding against a crude chalkboard. What's my name again, he thought to himself, feeling as if he were about to vomit. Who am I supposed to be now?
Harry struggled to maintain his balance, trying to repress the urge to eject the substances that were contained within his stomach. My name is Harry Potter, he thought to himself vaguely. Isn't it? That is my name, isn't it? Harry looked up, and tried to keep his vision from blurring.
The appearance of the place of which he was in did not appear to be peaceful or upbeat at all, this area appeared to be a collection of blue-colored fire fused with the molten remains of a town (along with the people who lived there).
Harry's mind went blank, his thoughts and emotions were suddenly emptied as the sight of this disturbing scene consumed his vision. The confused man's internal silence did not last long however, once the sickening sensation returned, his emotions were reactivated, and the involuntary need to eject his interior returned.
Before the frivilous internal fued could continue, Harry spotted something standing on top of one of the ruined buildings. This object appeared to be a dragon-like creature, something that resembled a sleek reptilian monster that had extremely black skin that appeared to be a blend of thin armor and scales.
Straight symmertrically arranged dark-crimson markings were visible all around its torso and slender wings, and the ones that were less visible hid underneath the monster's orange eyes. The intimidating beast's limbs appeared to be made of some kind of slender armor, along with hands and feet that appeared to be unbelievebly sharp claws.
The monster's large wings appeared to be partially translucent, showing a sticky yellow interior underneath the jagged armor-like skin along with the connections to its spine.
Harry felt a trickle of fear pulsating through his backbone as the creature glared at him with its fearsome orange eyes. Harry shivered in fright while the creature slowly stepped closer to him, sweating as he saw something that appeared to be a smile on its terrifying face.
ANOTHER DECORATION I HAVE TO ADD, an abyssal-pitched inhuman voice said insultingly, originating from the dragon. THIS ONE WILL MAKE A GOOD TROPHY. Harry wondered what the creature was talking about, and tried to come up with a theory on who or what this thing was.
I WAS WORRIED THAT MY LIFE WOULDN'T BE AS FUN WITHOUT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE'S TOYS TO PLAY WITH, the beast said to Harry in an odd way. I HEAR THAT YOU WERE HIS FAVORITE. The monster opened its horrific mouth, and revealed a collection of extremely sharp blade-esq teeth. "W-who are you...?" he nearly squealed, struggling to control his pitch and tone.
The monster cackled manicially, only it sounded like metal being torn apart in conjunction with other sounds that could cause one's ears to pour out waterfalls of blood. MY IDENTITY SHOULD NOT CONCERN YOU, it replied harshly, pointing one of its needle-looking fingers at Harry. NOW I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU, MAGIC PREPOSSESSED PARASITE! WHAT IS YOUR OPINION ON BEING MY PET?
Harry blinked twice, and almost stumbled backward at the statement. "I don't know who or what you are," he began in response. "But I'm not going to become your plaything." The monster curled its left hand into a fist, and punched Harry with a force that caused him to vomit a cup's-worth of blood over the beast's wrist.
The wounded wizard was lifted into the air by the force of the dragon's blow, and was thrown into a pile of burnt dining room furniture from the strength of the punch. YOU PATHETIC EGOTISTICAL FOOL!, the beast shouted furiously. THIS MONSTROSITY OF AN ABRACADABRA-OBSESSED CIVILIZATION DOES NOT DESERVE TO EXIST, NOR DOES ITS INHABITANTS. THE DUNDERHEADED RULERS OF YOUR SOCIETY ARE PROGRAMMED WITH FAULTY IDEALS THAT HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO THE POOR REPUTATION THAT YOUR SPECIES HAS BEEN GIVEN.
YOU HUMANS EVEN FIGHT AMONGST YOURSELVES, AND YOUR ISOLATED PUESDO-WORLD OF MAGIC DEMONSTRATES YOUR SPECIES' CAPACITY FOR IMMATURITY. WITH ME AS RULER OF THIS WORLD, I WILL TEACH HUMANITY HOW TO BEHAVE PROPERLY.
Harry took a deep-breath, and was grateful at the sudden (yet somehow slow) dissapearance of his fear that he felt for this monster, along with the fact that he could still stand and move his body. "You're planning on trying to make wizards and witches better people by torturing or killing them all?" Harry questioned firmly. The let out another of its ear-piercing laughs, and made full eye-contact with Harry.
THAT IS NOT THE ONLY METHOD I CAN USE TO CARRY OUT MY AGENDA, it responded gracefully. BUT I HAVE THE MOST FUN DOING IT MY WAY! The atrocious beast continued laughing, angering Harry to a mild level. Though he had the urge to insult the creature, Harry wanted to know more about it. "Who are you, exactly?" he asked, trying to keep the beast in a positive mood.
MY NAME IS DEVIANT, it answered with enthusasism. I AM THE POKEMON WHO WILL EVENTUALLY TRANSFORM EARTH INTO MY PLAYGROUND.
I TRIED ON ANOTHER PLANET, BUT WAS KILLED. LUCKY FOR ME, ONE OF YOUR IGNORANT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS RESURRECTED ME, AND NOW I CAN ASSIMILATE EARTH...BY BURNING AWAY YOUR STUPID LITTLE TOWNS AND METROPOLISES, AND REPLACING THEM WITH KINGDOMS WORTHY OF VIEWING...WITH YOU HUMANS AND OTHER POKEMON AS MY DECORATIONS.
Harry scanned his memories, and could not find the knowledge of what a Pokemon was. In fact, he had never heard that word before in his life. Harry didn't bother asking the dragon. The better thing to do was to search for his wand, and he hoped that he could think of a spell to destroy Deviant and prevent it from killing him and any other people that were left.
Harry sent out a stream of red lightning at Deviant with his tool, using all of the power that he had left. Deviant quickly took on a fighting stance, and opened its mouth as widely as it could. A blue sphere of energy formed between the creature's "fangs", and sucked all of the red lightning into the ball of blue light, as if it were being absorbed.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE HAVING TWO SCARS ON YOUR BODY? Harry attempted to conjure another spell, but was exhausted completely. Before he could successfully move his legs, Harry saw a line of turquoise lighting bolts shooting in his direction, as if they were projectiles being launched from an overpowered firearm. Harry stared in the direction of the attack, and saw images from all parts of his life playing before his eyes like a video.
Once the sequence of memories faded, Harry watched the stream of light rip his body to pieces, and regretted not being able to see his family one last time.