Natasha’s Dairy Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

As you probably know, I am the blog writer of the Weekly Prophet and I am a HUGE fan of J.K. Rowling. But it wasn’t before long before I found you. Yes, I have read about Tom Riddle’s diary in the second book.

I found you in the girls bathroom. You had an enchanted diary with your name in silver didn’t you?

‘Writing began to form on the diary.’

 Yes, I know you have. Do you know who I am?

You’re Hermione Granger aren’t you? ‘Natasha wrote.’

Yes, I died a couple of years ago. My memory is implanted into these books. 

Oh, I’m sorry to read that. What do you want me to know?

I have traveled far and wide from the wizard world to hear from you.

Really? Should I even trust you? I mean, you sound a bit like Tom Riddle.

Sorry, have I? I used to be a muggle just like you. 

What was it like in the Wizard world?

Nothing much, it was quite a lot of studying.

Okay, I thought it was interesting to be a wizard.

It is. ‘Hermione simply replied.’

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Natasha shut the dairy gasping. She was just a normal muggle, with a muggle mother and father. There was NO WAY she was a wizard.

My learning buddy and I have been working on a Well in Minecraft for about 2 periods. This is a small project (compared to Hogwarts) but we thought it was fun.

Above is a picture of the outside of the well. You can see the roof and the structures.

Over here is the top of the well. There are torches above those wooden planks.

The well is in the middle of the desert because most people are thirsty there.

This type of well is open hole well where the water flows straight from the sea. The sea is pretty far from there.

So, this is our small project on wells.

My learning buddy chose to build a well because it supplies water to olden day people when they didn’t have water pipes. I did it… for fun.

Peace!

-Natasha J. Skeeter

Welcome to the Weekly Prophet, a home to weekly posts and exclusive stories!

The Weekly Prophet is non-profitable, and a fan made paper of Harry Potter. I am not actually Natasha J. Skeeter, I’m just a student named Pei Yu. (Or in other words, I am a student who is a BIG fan of Harry Potter and literally spends quite a lot of time writing.) I really appreciate reviews and comments, and favor my quick-quotes quill. (It’s a great artifact of mine.)

My articles may not have Harry Potter content, but the Weekly Prophet is both a Muggle and Wizard newspaper. I am also a player of the Muggle Game: Minecraft. I am making a digital (or in Wizards, electricity data) replica of the school I am in: Hogwarts! (or for Muggles, CDNIS, but I’m only working on Hogwarts with my partner.)

I am on my first Hogwarts year (as I am now 11). I might not add posts weekly next year because I am tuning in to Wizard gear and not computers. (Actually, I am kind of busy as I progress into Upper School.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Weekly (Daily) Prophet. My articles may include characters by Pokemon or other fan made stories.

This is devoted to J.K. Rowling and all her amazing books, Pottermore and HexRPG.

Warning: Do not read until you’ve read Chapter’s 1 and 2. Links are given below.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

More chapters! I don’t know where this is going. Meow!

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“What are you doing here?” A low voice bellowed. Liepard had been sucked into a giant hole. “Get out!” She heard the Pokemon again.

Liepard was terrified. “Who are you?” She called, chasing her tail in circles. “What do you want?

What do you want from me?” The voice answered again. “You are in my den after all, is it wise to step into my den, and then accuse me of wanting you?”

Liepard felt her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment. “Well… no I guess not. But I crashed in here after a Pokemon was chasing after me.”

“What Pokemon?” The voice growled. “I’m the only one here, besides you!”

Liepard froze, if it was the only one here… Then who was chasing after her? Her mind wanted to explode at the thought that this was the Pokemon right next to her.

The sand shifted, enough force slammed into her chest, it was like being hit by tree trunks falling. She winced and got up when the sand  cleared. The Pokemon had plates all over, huge bulging eyes, and scales on the skin that had no plates on it. My mother had told me all about it, well, no one knew his name though.

“What are you doing here?” He bellowed, his giant mouth barely moving. Mom told me he was a wise Pokemon that woke from the ashes of the dead. Realizing she hasn’t answered his question,  she stammered.

“We-ll I-I-I jus-t f-ell in he-re.” She squeaked. Picking up here tail, she turned around to exit through the hole. “I’ll get ou-” However, the Pokemon blocked her way with his body.

“Halt!” The Pokemon gestured and pointed to a chair. “Please stay for a while, I haven’t had a guest for decades.” Then, he looked longingly into my eyes as Liepard sat down on the soft side of the den. “Tell me, what brings you to the long lost desert?”

“Actually, nothing.” Liepard rubbed her arms together, she wasn’t sure how to act in front of an elder.

“Something troubles you my dear, what is it?” The Pokemon asked. His old white eyes which were also big reminded me on how Liepard talked to the moon when she was little.

Feeling relaxed, shaking off her tensed shoulders, she turned her head to meet eye-to-eye with the Pokemon. His mouth cracked with age and plates outgrown. But judging on the short battle between her and him, this elder was more powerful than she thought.

Liepard hid the prophecy in her little leaf pouch, she was troubled by this for the last few days of journeying. She hesitated but decided to share it with someone else at last. “Well… it’s this prophecy I’ve heard. It’s from Unknown.”

“Unknown?” The Pokemon eyes widened. “He was my old friend, died from being caught by humans.”

“Well? What did they do?” Liepard prompt.

The Pokemon burst into a fountain of tears. “They tortured him! Squeezing and writhing until nothing was left!”

Liepard put her tail on his shoulder . She wasn’t really grieving because she can see Unknown. Soon enough, the sun was dropping from the horizon and the moon shone brightly.

“C’mon Unknown, where are you already?” Liepard tapped her foot.

A sudden gust of wind answered her. “In the air my dear.”

Liepard jumped back. “Are you done with the surprises Unknown? This is absurd!”

The Pokemon interrupted Unknown and Liepard. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?” He asked.

“Can’t you hear him?” Liepard asked.

Unknown answered for The Pokemon. “Only Pokemon with a special connection with the Spirits of Stars would be able to hear us, which is you.”

The Pokemon only complained about how windy it was and showed no sign of hearing Unknown. “Are you talking to yourself?”

“Can’t you see him?” Liepard eyes widened.

“Hear what?” The Pokemon asked. He looked around with his bulging eyes. “All I see and hear is you, and this gusting wind! Are you sure you aren’t just talking to yourself?”

Unknown looked at me, smirking. “I told you so!” His eyes snapped and grew stern. “You should tell him about me, and the prophecy.”

“Why should I?” Liepard snapped. “It’s my destiny isn’t it?”

“Liepard,” The Pokemon rumbled on. “What are you talking about?”

Unknown looked around when The Pokemon was about to sit on him. “Gotta go! I’ll see you tomorrow night!”

Unknown vanishes in a thin mist.

Warning: Do not read until you’ve read chapter 1. Link is given here:

Chapter 1

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve decided to separate my posts so people can notice the changes. I’m going to have a surprise post when I’m done with this one. So… keep reading my stories!

Anyway, sorry for not posting anything in April, our whole Grades been swept up in the exhibition. Now that the big part is over, we can all go back to normal life.

Last time we ended off with Liepard being all alone, and to realized her family had gone. After a shocking visit from the legendary, she decides to find her own life, her own destiny.

So here is the story:

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Another day past after that night with Spirits of Stars. They didn’t return to her dreams again, but seemed to left her many clues.

Liepard was preparing her pack for her journey to destiny. She carried back as many blue berries back to her den as possible, along the way, she dropped them a couple of times. Although water was an issue, Liepard thought it wouldn’t be hard to find it. After all, if she runs out of water, can’t she just ask a Pokemon for some?

While counting dozens of berries enough to last her for a couple of weeks, she had to handle the grooming problem. Normally, when her family was here, they would lick her at the spots she couldn’t reach. Now that their family was gone, her hair and bottom end of her tail were kind of frizzy.

Speaking of family, Liepard was surprised that she didn’t miss them one bit. She felt so useless, but now, she could prove herself to the Pokemon that she is worthy.

Bringing her head to the dropping sun and the rising moon, she vowed. “I will never co-” Her promise was broken off by a mysterious silvery mist.

Unknown appeared before her. Liepard jumped, this was the opposite of what she was expecting that night. “What are you doing?” She exclaimed.

“The moon is up isn’t it?” Unknown shape shifted into an arrow and pointed at the sun. “Spirits have both a blessing and a curse. We can show up at night, but not at dawn.”

After Unknown shape shifted back, Liepard was feeling kind of awkward. Blushing under her cheek hair, she shrank down a bit. “By any chance, you didn’t hear what I just said right?”

Unknown was raised his “eyebrow”. “Well, isn’t that why I came here to disturb you? Mind my rudeness, but that was one of the worst promises you have ever tried to make in your life. (Well, actually, you’ve made a lot of promises you shouldn’t have made.)”

“Hey!” Liepard’s rage grew a little. “It wasn’t my fault I was the chosen one!”

“I will never come back ho-” Unknown couldn’t even finish Liepard’s vow before getting tackled. But the attack did nothing, since he was a spirit, he was never really there. Liepard skidded through the clear body of Unknown. Once the commotion was over, Liepard sheathed her claws and calmed down.

That was my vow, keep your hidden mouth closed. Liepard glared at Unknown’s spirit. Anyway, Liepard asked what Unknown was actually doing here.

“To reveal what we haven’t revealed that night before.” Unknown replied simply. Then, using telekinesis to bring in a large rock, Unknown used lasers to carve words into the sandstone.

Lost her friends but never alone,

lost her home but never free.

the destiny of one collides with others.

Both a charm and a curse,

to be forever known in the darkness.

That was what it said. After finishing the final dot, Unknown shrank the rock and handed it Liepard and said. “Sweetie dear, keep this stone, it is the clue to your destiny, be aware of natures signs we might change.” Then, disappeared into the thin air once more.

Pist off, Liepard picked up the rock and read it again. Lost her friends and never alone, lost her home but never free. That was a part she could understand. But as her emerald green eyes scrolled down the rock, The destiny of one collides with others, she was petrified. Maybe she was dangerous.

Liepard decided to leave the first thing in the morning. But now it was dark, and Liepard needed hours of rest for her journey.

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The wind current changed once more after trekking on the soft grass beds for a long time. Liepard felt that this was a lost cause, because  right now, she is standing in the opening of a desert.

It was so deserted, no one was here, no humans, no water and no food. Liepard panicked the day before as she slowly watched herself suck away the berries one by one. The wind blew sand into her eyelashes and hair, the tingly sense never left.

Liepard had also abandoned her pack, there was nothing else to carry. At least it had helped her travel faster without the weight on her back. The cacti seemed to be standing around, but the roots were thick and full of water.

Thinking of water, Liepard felt her own throat, it was cracky and dry and when she tried to speak, no sound came out. Liepard clawed the root desperately, just thinking of water made her harm anything in her way.

Soon enough, the cacti root spewed out water like a tiny fountain. Liepard gladly drank the remaining liquids that kept her hydrated for a while.

Looking around, a shadow swiftly passed by. Liepard barely noticed, but saw tiny footprints along the shifting sands. As she bent down to drink more water, even more shadows seemed to pass. Rolling her eyes to the corner, she spotted a herd of small and tiny Pokemon fleeing from something.

The ground shook in terror and the sand was swept into the air, blinding Liepard to see what was happening. She could see, but just the shadow of a enormous Pokemon. So large, it could squash a full grown jungle tree. Its white star bolts shot at the terrified Liepard’s direction.

Liepard dodged just in time, barely missing a whisker. She thought about fighting back, but she doesn’t know what it is, or what it wants. Making a quick decision, she turned around and fled back to the forest, forgetting about the water.

Her heart was pounding fast, Liepard was breathing and panting afte the quick run. It seems that the sun has lead her here, and she must get through. It must be her destiny! The sun was still blazing high in the sky and sweat trickled down her fur.

The Pokemon has lost her track, she was sure of it! But then the ground shook again and Liepard was being swallowed by a large hole.

The sand of the desert crashed down on her, nearly filling her lungs. A dinosaur like Pokemon spoke up. “What are you doing here?”

To be continued…

A few days ago, I posted some pictures of what Megan and I have been working on. We are aiming to prove that Minecraft is a great tool and educational.

Here are some pictures and snapshots:

This is the dungeon, decorated with a trapped chest to set off traps and wither skulls.

The cobwebs above act like quicksand when someone falls through, and I used mossy stone and stone brick for a natural spawn effect.

Here is the great hall from teacher’s desk view. The tables are where students can eat.

This is the bewitched night sky, blue wool with glowstone stars.

This is the forbidden forest, it is not done yet, but we are going to make Aragog’s Cave and the many other traps that lead to dungeons.

I have more snapshots, but if you want to view them, ask in the comment box.

Thanks for reading!

Hi and welcome to my blog, I do not own Pokemon. But, I am working on another writing prompt, about Liepard!

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As the cat jumped into the sunlight, her spots glimmered through the snow flying through. Standing out from all of the other Pokemon in the forest, Liepard was playing with her litter mates in delight.

As the sun rose up in the morning, everyone was getting hungry, and as usual, Liepard picked blue berries from a bush nearby. Although it was the middle of winter, Liepard tendered her bushes with loving care. The berries never died in the cold.

Her sisters and parents all lived in a cave nearby, it wasn’t so bad. When it was day, the sun warmed up the floor beneath, making it a good bathing place. At night, the moonlight rays scanned through the trees, warning them of any dangers. After a day of play, the family and their parents all slept comfortably.

Chapter 1

Liepard was snoozing into her own fur. Even though she was awake, Liepard didn’t bother to open her eyes to see the sun. It was quiet, and peaceful, very peaceful.

As Liepard woke with a jolt, she realized she was sleeping alone. All alone, Liepard hated being alone. Her ever so bright gold rings glimmered in the sun once again, just like always.

Maybe it was just an accident, or it was a migration. But still, Liepard was confused on why they had left her. For afterall, she was their oldest daughter. Did they not love her? While she thought about being abandoned, Liepard stood up finally to face the sun in full gleam.

“I may not be their loved one, but I’ll always be their only Liepard .” Liepard vowed. “Will they ever find me, perhaps they were kidnapped!” But then Liepard sat down again. “But why were the kidnappers only taking the rest of my family in hostage if thats the case? Did they forget about me?”

At the corner of her watery eyes, she spotted identical paw prints. “No!” Liepard gasped. Her family left her deliberately.

From now on, she will have to live on her own, by herself. Liepard sat there tearing her eyes out, once she was done, they felt like fire. But at least, she sat by the rising moon to think. “I will have my own code, Liepard’s Code.”

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Liepard squirmed in her sleep. She had created her code, but she doesn’t want to expose it. As her descendants of the forest share her pain, her loneliness was no longer there. A row of silvery, there but never truly existing Pokemon stood before. As Liepard looked around, she was in space. The stars twinkled under her eye, just bright enough to see.

“Where am I?” Liepard asked in confusion?

“You are connected to our stars. Our spirits is your past. We are only the few of many messengers.” One replied. The silver eyes showed long lasting wisdom underneath.

“Why are you here?” Liepard was thinking.

“We are here to deliver a message. We think it was your time to know.” Another replied. Her golden rings were shining brighter than the others. “That is why we are here.”

“I don’t understand!” Liepard was both confused and disappointed in some way. “My family abandoned me but my ancestors feel my pain?” She spat in menace. “Does that mean my family left me to some worthless ghosts in the stars? How do I know I can trust you?”

“This is a path where only one Liepard has ever trodden on before. You have a great destiny, you are unique.” The spirit replied again in a mysterious voice.

“Enough with the strange voices!” One of the three spirits yowled. “We have not come here to talk about your family and unknown places!”

“Dear Blossom, you know we can not just tell her the truth, we must be careful about our interference!” The first one cut the third one off. As soon as the first spirit spoke her name, Liepard realized who she was. Blossom was the Pokemon of the Sun, there were legends about how she saved the forest just by sending messages.

“I agree with Electrike. I believe we should guide her along the way instead of filling her head with useless information.” The second spirit which was unclassified within the discussion spoke.

The rest of the messengers had a little of a quiet whisper, then after a minute or so, dozens of messengers backed away, leaving the four of them alone.

“We should introduce ourselves.” Blossom bowed at Liepard. “I can feel that you know me. Of course I am Blossom, legend has it that I shoot suns rays out of my petals.” She chuckled half heartedly. “I don’t reaally do that.”

Electrike replied next, his head raised honorably. “Even I risked my life for a poor Pokemon’s message, it was nothing.”

The unknown Pokemon revealed his identity. “I am honored to meet you. My name is Unkown, I am unlike other Pokemon, I use my body shapeshifting to tell humans letters and messages.” His black and sleek body revealed the stealth and a little of his skill.

“The prophecy you are about to hear is from the Acient Runes. You must find it in-” Suddenly the spirits began to evaporate into thin air.

“What is going on?” Liepard panicked. “Quick! Tell me where!”

But the spirits did not answer, but disappeared.

Liepard woke up with sweat trickling down her fur. It had just been a dream, yet it felt so real! Should she leave her home to a one time adventure? Pehaps to never come back again? Now that she has no family, she will have no purpose for anyone, she is free to do what ever she wants.

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To Be Continued…

Chapter 1

My name is Iris and I live in London along with my dad Harry Potter and my mom Ginny Potter. I knew that I was a wizard and my mom has been nagging me to practice spells and brewing potions when we are in the Wizard world. But, Muggles can see what we’re doing so I decide to leave that part of my life alone at our house in London.

“Iris, wash the dishes!” My mom called.

Argh, it’s my time to do the dishes. I sighed. I guess Orchid must be out with her “so called” best friends. All they ever do is play with plastic ponies and read fairy tales! But still, I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and scrubbed the bowls.

Scrubbing was hard work, even though I did it every dinner. My little sister ran down the stairs holding her moms wand.

“Mom, teach me some new spells!” She ran up to our mom and took out The Standard Book Of Spells Grade 3.

“Relax Honey, we can’t just wave for things to light on fire, we could get in big trouble!” Our mum smiled and said. I watched them leave to the living room to watch a moving picture screen named the television.

I’m eleven and Orchid is nine, but for some reason, my parents always baby my sister. When I ask them why, they always say. “She’s your younger sister!” Who cares?! That doesn’t mean that I have to do all the chores!

When I was finished, I glanced at my watch. We didn’t have magic clocks or our neighbours would go crazy. It happened before and the Ministry of Magic had to do “obliviate” on every single Muggle.

It was nine o’clock now, my mom will tell me to go to bed any minute now. 3… 2… 1… “Iris! Time to go to bed sweetie.” She called.

“I’m not a baby anymore!” I yelled back. “I can take care of myself!” Every time, mom doesn’t reply to my retort.

At the moment, I go to Stonewall Primary. It’s the most boring school I’ve ever been in. Probably the worst! I get bullied everyday and my teacher was Mr. Dudley Dursley. The worst thing was, I had no friends. People  know that My dad was adopted by Dudley’s Parents, his aunt and uncle. Everyone at that time teased my dad, and now they’re teasing me.

That night, I found sleeping a bit hard. In a few days, I’m pretty sure dad is going to talk to me about Hogwarts. But right now, I have no idea what is going to happen, but I do not want to run into Draco.

Dawn of a new day was sweet, and I was pretty sure of that when mom flipped us blueberry pancakes for breakfast. I remembered when I was small, she was still learning how to flip using the muggle way. Remembering how she was inaccurate and missed her flips still makes me snigger.

I closed my eyes when I heard Orchid step into my room. Not again! She leaned over me and was so close, I could feel her breathing. Seeing that I was pretending to sleep, she whipped away my blanket, I didn’t budge. But I learnt the hard way not to take my sister lightly. Last time I didn’t move, she started looking through my book drawers. What was even more annoying was when she found my tarot cards and started folding them.

“Okay, jeez! I’ll wake up!” I got out of bed and shut my drawers. “Stop folding my cards!”

I followed my sister down the stairs to the living room. The sweet aroma of blueberry filling met my nose. I rushed downstairs as quickly as I could just to get there first.

Four seats were arranged on the dining table. One for my mother, father, sister and me. I always sit next to the glass window. Mom was a middle aged woman at her thirties and my dad was only one year older than her. My mom had gorgeous red hair unlike my dad’s brown sticking all over the place hair.

I picked up my fork and knife and started to chow down. Mmm! The blueberry pancakes were not what I imagined, they were better! Oh, I love how the sweetness stains on my tongue and how the spongy cake was so soft, I don’t even need to chew!

I put my utensils down, I find myself finishing a meal earlier that I expected. My dad came out of his room. I still can’t believe he was still wearing the same, old glasses kept together with tape! He said he had so many adventures with it, he would never throw it away! Sigh, as I said, my dad can be a little weird, but I understand how he felt.

As the sun lowered in the sky, my dad came back from work to visit us. He gave us smoochy hugs and kisses and even told us about his day.  Always rushed to the carpet just to get the latest juice in Hogwarts. Things like how students fell off their broom, or how the potions get spilled all over the floor.

But today dad told me a different story. It was actually quite boring. He just talked about entering Hogwarts and getting all my wands and stuff from Diagon Alley.

After he was done, my dad told me to come to his room later. I don’t know what he wants but I hope I’m not in trouble. My dad can be downright scary when he’s mad.

I opened the dark mahogany wooden door, and there was my Dad. He crossed over his legs as he sat on his office chair. The same short messy hair with the circular glasses. His cold green eyes stared into mine and for the first time, I caught myself being scared of my own father.

Chapter 2

Harry Potter stared at her daughter, she looked petrified. He didn’t know what is up with her but she just stood there. Then, he finally understood.

“Relax my dear, I’m only calling you here to talk about Hogwarts!”

He saw his daughter loosen a bit, sighed and relaxed on a rolling chair of his. Then, Harry passed her a box of chocolate cookies.

“As I was saying, we need you to sign this form to go to Hogwarts. School will begin on August.”

Iris was nodding eagerly, Harry was certain she was agreeing. “Yes please, I want to learn wizardry and potion brewing!”

Harry passed over the parchment to Iris. She read it aloud. “Welcome to Hogwarts, the school of magic and wizardry. We are pleased to accept Iris Potter as a student for the school. Sign below.” Iris grabbed an enchanted quill that kept replacing ink. Signed it, and returned the letter to Harry.

“Iris was dismissed from my room earlier than I expected.” Harry thought. “Why was she so eager to join a new school?”

Harry woke up, Ginny was cooking again, but this time it wasn’t pancakes. The aroma smelled more like ham and melted cheese. It was more of Harry’s favorite Muggle foods.

He went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth and put on his tie properly. Harry’s tie was a bit stuck the day before. “Rotten Muggle stuff.” He muttered under his breath. He lived in the Muggle world when he was a child, but now he was an adult. “Nothing I can’t handle!”

Everything was different now, it was as if Voldemort never existed. The sun shone through the glass windows almost everyday. Harry couldn’t understand what happened last night with his daughter. She didn’t seem to move, and at that point Harry knew Iris wasn’t telling him something.

The Potter’s have moved into the Muggle world to hide from the Dark side. After Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts, it took quite long to rebuild, but Harry had no problem getting a job here.

Harry had the job of keeping magic away from Muggles, the Ministry of Magic insisted and wouldn’t leave him alone until he agreed. Therefore as a funny joke, Harry sent dozens of owls to pelt the Ministry of one-sentenced messages of what was going on.

After marrying Ginny and having Albus Potter and Iris Potter, Harry decided to name his son after the old and beloved headmaster, Albus Dumbeldore, and his daughter after her mother because she was named after a flower, Lily.

Unluckily, Harry couldn’t find any suitable schools for both of them, so they had no choice but to send them off to St. Grogory Primary School. The reason why Harry didn’t like this school was because Dudley Dursley was in it.

As Harry walked down the stairs, passing by Ginny in the kitchen every time as usual, he picked up his suitcase to go to work.

To Harry and Ginny, they didn’t know what or how Muggles live without magic. But somehow, they did manage it. Apparently as Harry had recalled from as a child, something named “electricity” was powering all the (or most of the systems) machines in the world.

Being thirty-eight years old, Harry lived without much trouble. Except when Dudley kept reporting his daughter, and she obviously didn’t appreciate being smacked with Dudley’s old Smeltings stick.

Coming home with one or more red slashes a week, Harry was lucky to be a wizard with basic healing charms locked within his head. Otherwise Iris would be in the hospital, looking like she had been covered with sunburns on a stormy day. Honestly, Harry thought about teaching Dudley a lesson, but didn’t want to lose his job.

Picking up his suitcase after all these thoughts, he decided to go to work. He always had a potful of Floo Powder in his bag. (And that is when he realised “Oh, that’s why Iris was so excited.”) Then cleared out his throat and clearly said “Ministry of Magic” under his chimney, and disappeared in a puff of green glowing smoke.

Back at the Ministry of Magic, Draco Malfoy was being yelled at by Cornelius Fudge. “You could have been spotted!” Finally, Cornelius turned his chair around to face the city outside his window. The green and yellow cabs whizzed by like flashes of light, and the purple flowers bloomed in delight.

Sighing, Draco stood up from his comfy chair and walk towards the exit. That’s when he found himself face-to-face with the great and powerful Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy jumped back, drawing his wand to Harry’s pale white face and screamed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Cornelius looked at Draco, then rolled his eyes at Harry. Clearly shocked, he rose his wand and also pointed at Harry. “What is going on?”

“Nothing, nothing, just teleported here with Floo Powder, didn’t know you were having a conversation with Mr. Malfoy here.” Harry replied.

“YOU BIG FAT STINKY LIAR!” Draco brought his face up to his. “I SAW YOU WATCHING US!” Squinting his suspicious eyes, he put down his wand. “Scat before you lose your job, Potter.”

However, Cornelius Fudge made him stay, said he needed to “talk” to Harry. But, it was more of a warning, Harry knew, because he told Draco to leave and slammed the door shut.

Staring at Harry, he closed his eyes and let out a relief. “You are lucky, because I will let you go this time. But,” He looked at Harry sternly. “If you were caught on any other day, I will have no choice but to fire you.”

Harry agreed, but he had one question. “Sir, may you answer something, just anything?” He asked gently.

Slowly Cornelius rose up and agreed.

“What did Draco do that nearly got him caught?” He slowly approached the door.

“He got a new broomstick and rode it in the Muggle world. He flew all the way from India to Norway. Luckily no one has seen it yet.” Cornelius sighed, then dismissed Harry.

Chapter 3

“Honey, I want you to be gentle, dad has had a rough time today.” Mom was in the kitchen cooking our supper.

“Why?” I looked at her green eyes questionaly. Apparently dad was caught in the Minister Fudge’s room. Draco was just being told off by Cornelius and dad overheard them.

As I heard the creak of our door open, dad walked in just as usual. “I am never going to use Floo Powder ever again!” He muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

I sat innocently and stared at him, clearly begging for a story of what happened.

“Fine, Draco flew his broom in the Muggle world.” He replied, then turned around and whispered in my moms ear. I could catch a few words. “I’m not going to use Floo Powder anymore, it teleported me into Cornelius’s room.” He untied his tie and marched upstairs into his office.

Next week was the start of school, it was August and I was GLAD I didn’t need to talk to Mr. Dursley anymore. Dad told me to start studying for pop quizzes and things like that. Were also going shopping at Diagon Alley tomorrow. I was bouncing up and down on my bed when I heard that. The letter that came with it had a long list of things we needed to buy.

Dad went to Gringotts (surprisingly he used Floo Powder even though he said he didn’t want to) and brought a heap of gold and silver coins. Our family was quite rich, but we just lived normally like all Muggles.

Orchid was bursting into tears when she heard I was leaving to Hogwarts. It’s just like last year, when my brother Albus left. It took my mom hours to call her down. Albus was out of town in Hogsmeade, he had a special trip. Dad said that Hogsmeade had things like Butterbeer and voice changing mints.

Personally, I feel sorry for Orchid, she was the only kid left in the family. Luckily for her, while we are in Hogwarts, Orchid will be in Ms. Weasley’s house this year. Dad and mom got new jobs for the newly rebuilt school last year. But we had a muggle guardian. Her name was Ms. Montage, who knew how our family had contact with her!

Dad put the heap of silver and gold coins in his bag. It must be charmed, because the bag was as small as his hand. After the last coin was dropped, dad turned around to leave.

The next day, an owl came back with our shopping list. So dad took me to Diagon Alley. The list said:

Uniform

• Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

• One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear

• One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)

• One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

• Please note that all student’s clothes should carry name-tags.

Books

• The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

• A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

• Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

• A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

• One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

• Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

• Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

• The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

• 1 Wand

• 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

• 1 set of glass or crystal phials

• 1 telescope

• 1 set of brass scales

• Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

There were a large cage with green writing books. Dad chuckled. “The storekeeper said he’d stop buying these Monster Books.”

Then a man popped out of the maintenance room. He was looking bitten and scratched, and bandages covered up his skin.

“Please don’t tell me you need more Monster Books Mr. Potter.” He looked widened his eyes in terror.

“Uh… sir,” Dad started awkwardly. “You need to stroke them.” Dad walked over to the cage. He stroked the spine of the book and it began to stay calm. Then, he picked out one of them and put it on the counter. “I thought you weren’t going to sell them anymore.” The storekeeper blushed.

After that, the storekeeper kept saying “thanks so much for the advice” when we payed for our books. I counted about 5 galleons for all. On the way out I asked my dad. “How did you know how to shut those books up?”

Dad looked at me and smiled. “Hagrid.”

“Who’s Hagrid?”

Dad showed me a picture of a giant in his wallet, he had long hair and a large beard, and his beady eyes were warm and gentle. “This is the giant that’ll will teach you Studies Into Magical Creatures. A blimey of a good giant that guy, and a real softy.”

“Okay… What house am I going to be put in?” I asked.

“I think, Gryffindor for you, but if you don’t want to be in Gryffindor, the hat will take your opinion into the choice as well.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“Well, Albus is in Gryffindor, so I’m pretty sure you’re in Gryffindor as well.”

“Good,” I sighed. “Any friends or people I should know?”

“I’m going to be dropping you off with Hermione and Ron. They have a daughter named Rose.” He dropped into a sudden whisper. “Be careful of a girl named Silithia. Whatever you do, do not catch yourself doing nonsense.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Oh,” said dad, looking at the school list. “We need to get some new school robes at Madam Malkin’s Robe Shops For All Occasions. Let’s get a nice black warm robe shall we?” He pointed to a rather lacey shop just around the corner.

When I entered the shop, the first thing to meet my face was clothes. There were all sorts of robes, laced collars, short sleeves, long sleeves,  long robes, short robes, and sparkly robes!

“DAD, I WANT SOME!” I heard a girl shriek, pointing at some sparkly robes. She had long white hair with extremely cold eyes.

The man also had white hair and his eyes were slightly colder than the girl’s. I froze when he turned around and looked at dad. “Hello Potter, looking for some shabby second hand robes, eh?”

“No, in fact, I’m here to buy some new ones.” Dad replied flatly.

“Too bad,” The man squinted his eyes. “I’m going to buy Silithia the best and newest robes I can afford.”

Dad looked at the sparkly robes that the man was holding and picked up some size 6 black plain robes. “The list says ‘plain black robes’ Mr. Malfoy. Be careful that your daughter here does not get caught wearing inappropriate dress wear.” Looking sternly at the girl that was sticking her tongue out at my dad. “And as the school’s Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher, I’m going to make sure she doesn’t.”

Silithia looked shocked, turned around, Mr. Malfoy and her stormed out the door.

Next on the school list was my wand. There was a tall but small shop at the South Side of Diagon Alley. I guessed that was Ollivander’s Shop for Wands.

When we entered, a man with milky white eyes greeted us.

“Hello, my name is Mr. Ollivander. I sell unique wands with never the same cores, you’re here to buy a wand are you not?”

It was dad who replied. “Yes.”

“Holly and Phoenix Feather, and good for curses wasn’t it?” Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry and told him at once. “Surprised you could defeat Voldemort with it.” He looked at me and began measuring my arm and height. “Hmm… quite tall for your age, maybe you need something like 12 inches. Wait here.”

Mr. Ollivander began shifting the pile of wands in the back of his shop. “Here you go,” Handing me a dark Mahogany wand. “It’s a Mahogany wood, Unicorn tail hair and 12 inches.”

I held the wand, not knowing what to do. Until he prompted me. “Go on, swish it!”

I swished it, nothing happened and seeing the look on Mr. Ollivander’s face, he instantly grabbed it and gave me another one.

“Hollywood, Dragon Heartstring and 12 inches.” Handing me a nice and lighter wand.

I swished it, to my surprise, wands spilled out of Mr. Ollivander’s drawers. Before Mr. Ollivander grabbed it again and put it back, the room was already a complete mess. He came back after looking through another drawer, with a really beautiful birch wood wand with leaf designs on it. To me, it was simply elegant.

Mr. Ollivander handed me the wand. “Birch wood, Dragon Heartstring and 11 ¾ inches.”

Swishing the elegant wand, I felt a sudden wave of warmth, blue fireworks started popping out.

“There you go!” Dad said. He pays seven gold galleons for my wand and leaves the shop, closing the door and leaving the door bell ringing.

Chapter 4

The train at Kings Cross Station was arriving, hundreds of Muggles got on and off the train. Harry held his daughter’s hand while walking to the pillar between platform 9 and 10.

Iris had a puzzled look after reading the train ticket. “Where are we going to find platform 9 ¾?”

Harry felt a sudden bump beside him. A man with long nose, red hair and freckles had purposely bumped into him. Beside him was a woman with light brown hair and grey-blue eyes.

“Ron, Hermione!” Harry exclaimed. “How are you all?” Harry missed his two companions, they usually met each other by Apparating but lately they had all been so busy, so they couldn’t do it often. Apparating meant disappearing in one place and appearing right after in another. Sometimes half of a persons body could be left behind. But now that Harry has took his test 3 times and passed it all, it was easy.

“How are you?” Hermione asked. “We’re fine, we have a daughter this year. Her names Rose and I really hope she will become friends with yours.” Dropping her voice, Hermione winked. “We also got jobs at Hogwarts!”

“Really?” Harry was surprised. “I got Defence Against the Dark Arts and Ginny has Potions class!”

“I’ll be surprised if you even last the first year.” Said Ron shakily, many people thought the job was jinxed. “I’ve got great news! I’m teaching flying lessons and Hermione’s teaching Transfiguration!”

“Well, one thing’s for sure, you will have enough money for new robes now!” Harry couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Hey!” Ron play slapped Harry.

“Harry, you shouldn’t be teasing him. You had a small fortune all to yourself!” Hermione chided. “It’s not Ronald’s fault that he didn’t get a job!” Her brown eyes sharpened. “Seriously though, you don’t want to become Draco Malfoy.”

“Just joking!” Harry confessed as Hermione nudged him. Ron Weasley always likes to joke around anyway. “Hey, the Hogwarts Express leaves in half an hour, maybe we should get our kids to the train station.”

So the group, Iris, Ginny, Harry Potter and Rose, Hermione and Ron Weasley ran through the pillar between platforms 9 and 10.

After dad had a long talk with his old pals, we all walked through the invisible portal. The brick wall turned out to be a door to the Hogwarts Express! After the wall cleared, wizards flooded the station, and some were carrying pets.

Some were toads, croaking in the distance, some cats were hissing and playing with balls of string. I didn’t have one at least, not yet.

“Hey, Ginevra and I will meet you in Hogwarts okay? But I think you should take the school train this time, since you can’t ride a broom and all.”

I hugged my mom and dad and left.

As I dragged my trunk behind me, I saw Albus. I think he combed his brown hair today because it was neater than usual. He greeted me with a large hug.

“Heya, where’s Orchid?” He said, flinging his bangs away from his eyes.

“Uh… at Molly Weasley’s house I guess.” I replied.

Albus helped me load the trunk onto the train, and then said bye. He left to the back of the train to talk to his friends.

In my cart was a boy and a girl. The girl, was Rose Granger. Her dirty blonde hair was combed well and her tie was straight and neat. Her skin was definitely whiter than mine. The boy, had short dark brown hair and his face was quite round, I’ve never seen him.

“Hi,” I started off awkwardly. “Anyone sitting here?”

“Nope,” Rose replied, then started a long live conversation. “Hey, did you know your dad defeated the Dark Lord?”

“Really?” The boy jumped to his feet. “Dad says the Dark Lord murdered his parents!” He said amazed.

“Ya, I know all that already.” I said curtly, I was already bored. So I press my hand to my cheek and look at the passing clouds and mountains.

Suddenly I heard a ripping sound. Rose’s red handbag has split a seam, books titled “Hogwarts: A history Updated” and about a dozen other books tumbled out.

The boy looked at the mess on the floor, scrunched his face up in disgust and said. “Why are you bringing unnecessary books along?”

“Mom told me to study Chase, is there a problem with studying Longbottom?” Rose bent her eyebrow.

“No, I’m just saying try to have fun!” Chase replied hotly.

Rose returned to me. “I can’t believe Hogwarts just repaired completely in eighteen years! I have been practicing Transfiguration secretly.”

“Doesn’t she get caught?” I asked curiously.

“No,” Chase cut in irritatedly. “Because her mother’s an expert at Transfiguration, so if Ms. Weasley is supervising, the Ministry allows them to practice.”

Everyone sighed and the cart went silent.

After a while, the train slowly stopped. Chase and Rose seemed to get along very well, and it seems that they became best friends.

Mom and dad met me at the large corridor. They covered me with hugs and kisses, then mom left to prepare for her potions class.

Dad winked at me. “Hey, make friends with Chase and Rose, they might help you.”

While dad walked away, I snorted. My “friends” were more interested in dad than me.

The sun was starting to set, and all the first graders were called together for the annual sorting. There were a lot of new students, and I was starting to think about how long this was going to take.

All the older students were sitting on the table. The Gryffindor table had a lion on a flag, the Ravenclaw had a giant raven. Hufflepuff has a badger and lastly, Slytherin has a green serpent.

An old lady at the ledge stood up, dad told me her name was Professor Mcgonagall. Her silver hair was tied up into a ponytail, and her hat looked battered from past battles.

“May we present the first graders please?” She announced.

The line moved forwards a hat sitting on the stool. It was shaggy, then it jumped alive and started singing some weird tune.

“This is the mighty school

where witches and wizards rule

there are four houses that set them apart

there was Gryffindor all brave at heart

Hufflepuff all hard working and Ravenclaw all so clever,

Slytherin is sneaky and might possibly be better

and thats the story of the Hogwarts school”

All the students clapped their hands, leaving Professor Mcgonagall clapping last. “Wow, beautiful music, I’m sure Dumbledore would love it too.” Wiping a shedding tear, Mcgonagall stood up and ordered us to put on the hat according to the list.

Tiara Doug became a Slytherin, then Tony Toliver became a Hufflepuff.

Then… “Rose Weasley!”

Rose put on the hat, but after a while, she became the first Gryffindor and Albus congratulated her. Thats when I realized, Rosie is my cousin! No wonder Albus was so happy to meet her.

“Chase Longbottom!”

Chase walked up to the stool and put on the Sorting Hat.

“Gryffindor!” The hat shouted.
I groaned, now dads going to expect me to make friends with all of them.

Finally, after a long wait, I heard my name called.

“Iris Potter!”

Albus waved at me, then signaled me a thumbs up. Dad (or Professor Potter) stared at me. I blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh look, Harry Potter’s daughter, how nice, look at her robes!”  The girl named Silithia giggled. She was flattening her sparkly robes I saw earlier in the robe shop. I blushed again as I saw my plain black work robes.

“Iris Potter? It’s your queue!” Professor Mcgonagall called.

I was still blushing on the way because Silithia would just not stop laughing! I quickly ran up to the stool to pick up the hat.

“Hmm… nice talents.” A voice from the dusty hat said. “Could use a little freinds, clever and courageous, perhaps you should be in Ravenclaw.”

Not Ravenclaw… Please not Ravenclaw…

“Fine,” The hat seemed to smile evilly. “GRYFFINDOR!”

I groaned, friends, here I come.

Megan and I have been working on a Minecraft map recently. We started this months ago, but never got time to work on it. So we made this our chance to work on our plans.

Here is the base of the tower: The great hall. The white is the teachers desk and the tables are for the school houses. We have been working on the walls.

Above is Diagon Alley, most of the shops are nearly finished. At the moment we have robes, Mr. Ollivanders, Potion Ingredients Store, Pet Store and much more!

Over here we have Hagrid’s hut. Since Hagrid is a giant, we made a giant bed and made the background kind of like the Forbidden Forest. We even made his cauldron and his enormous chimney.

On the left is Hagrid’s hut, it may look small, but it is much bigger than you think (considering he is a giant). On the right is our “work in progress” Forbidden Forest. Our plan is to fill it with traps and dungeons.

Painting by Pei Yu (me) and text by Kinsey

Pokemon is awesome! Even though I’m a girl, I have like 300 Pokemon cards and I watched every single movie! Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon but Pokemon is awesome and thanks to Pokemon for this awesome idea!

Kinsey is an awesome blogger! If you want Kinsey’s Blog, be sure to check out My Friends Blog Roll!

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A bright yellow pelt flashed against the dark forest leaves. The wind was blowing south, in the direction where the Pokemon, Pikachu was heading. He was alone, he heard he was destined to be the great Raichu!

There was just one thing, Pikachu liked his form, he never wanted to evolve. Besides, his companion, Ash was lost. Pikachu couldn’t find him, that made him really sad. Pikachu liked Ash, in fact, he has been his friend for years! But tragedy struck as Ash was lost among the branches.

Pikachu ran harder, perhaps he could find some food and water the drink. The bushes and trees rustled, and Pikachu’s pelt bristled as he sensed danger. But the newcomer just smiled. Pikachu’s eyes struggled to look up, the creature was tall, it’s muddy pelt masked it’s appearance. But instead of slapping it’s what it looked like a large tail, he picked up the small bright yellow creature and brought him away.

Pikachu was hung above the giant mud pelted creature, he swayed left and right. He struggled to slip out of his grasp, but the creature was strong, much stronger than Pikachu was. So Pikachu had no choice but to wait until where this creature was taking him.

The creature stopped at a muddy pond, Pikachu wanted to puke, he felt kind of dizzy from the journey. But his journey wasn’t over, the creature started dragging him into the muddy pond.

“What are you doing?” He squeaked. “I can’t breath underwater!” He squirmed some more, but the creature just held on to him until he was dragged into the murky darkness.

The mud dragged him down as he tried to escape. Pikachu was getting tired, and even worse, breathless! He tried to gulp for air but the creature dragged him down even further until he ran out of oxygen. He felt the world around him black out.

Pikachu woke up at a giant blue creature bending over him. Apparently it was a Swampert, Swamperts are giant Pokemon that lives in the mud pond. The long, muscular arms of his supported most of his body. He had long fins on his head and tail. He had protection pads on his joints and although he looked powerful, he was not in a mood for a fight.

“We are running out of food again!” Swampert grumbled. “I’ll just have to get some more.”

Pikachu was confused. “Where am I?” He asked.

“What does it look like? Your lucky that I have found you before you were eaten!”

Pikachu looked around. He was inside a muddy cave, the walls seemed to be stable and the dirt was quite soft. Pikachu was lying on a cosy warm blanket made of ferns and his bedding was made out of thick moss.

The room was quite dark, but Pikachu didn’t care. “Eaten, by what?” He asked.

The Swampert pointed at a log and Pikachu sat down. Guessing that he was going to tell a tale, he made himself comfortable.

“Once upon a time, there was an evil Pokemon that roamed the forest.” The Swampert started. “Her purple fur was sleek, her eyes oh so charming! But, she only attracted Pokemon to her hidden trap. Everyone who falls over her charm would become her slave.” Swampert paused and then continued. “It’s name was Liepard.”

Swampert went to the plants he was growing on the wall. The dark coloured bushes already flowered and were growing purple berries. He picked one and tossed it over to Pikachu. “Here, eat.” When Pikachu hesitated, he snapped unexpectedly. ”Eat it, you think I was going to poison you?”

Pikchu looked at Swampert, then looked at the berry. His belly screamed in hunger. He took a small bite, then took a larger mouthful. The juices of the berry were tender and sweet. “Mmm!” He mumbled between mouthfuls. “What is this?”

“It’s a Blukberry.” Swampert explained. “It flourishes in the forest. I don’t live on these though, it’s only for little Pokemon like you.” He sat back. “Now, back to my story.”

“One day, I was just a little basic Pokemon. I was a Mudkip, with no fins, and no muscles.” He looked dreamily at the hole outside.”My parents disappeared, I sat in this cave for a whole week, but no one came. It was lonely in that cave and I began to starve, then, I decided to find myself some food. I found these berries outside my door.” He pointed his tail to the berry bushes. “I planted a couple and watered it everyday. They grew within a couple a days and I had enough food for myself for months.”

“Then what happened?” Pikachu asked curiously.

“Then, tragedy struck. I found my parents body being devoured by a silhouette. The shadow stared at me with it’s ice cold blue eyes. Thats when it ran away from my sight along with my parents.” He paused again and this time tears streamed down his face.

Pikachu was touched. He imagined what would happened if Ash has been murdered. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Soon after battling and winning with a Dragonair, I evolved into a Marshtomp. I lived in this cave once more and I was aware that the shadow was stalking me. I was walking back home when I encountered it. I nearly fell into her attractive trap but luckily for me, I tripped into the mud and covered my eyes before the charm was fully engaged on me. Everyone in the forest knows about this Liepard. She killed everyones parents and is now waiting for our generation to give birth. Thats when she will feast again.”

“How did you become a Swampert?” Pikachu asked.

“I gained experience over time, I evolved not long ago, perhaps in the last three moons.” He took a deep breath and  said. “Thats the end of my story.”

Pikachu was bursting in tears by the end. He had never heard such a sad and touching story. But when he realized that Swampert was glaring at him, he wiped his tears away with his tail. “You said earlier that you were running out of food. Perhaps I could help you with that.”

Swampert looked at Pikachu puzzled. “How?”

“You see, I come from a far away region not here. I am the companion of a traveler. His name is Ash, he is a human with black hair and wears a funny red thing on his head. I think it’s to block the sun.” Pikachu shook his head. “Anyway, I think can find a way to hop into peoples houses to get food.”

“You sure? Even I can’t do that!”

Pikachu was sure of it, he can jump through peoples houses, he just needed a distraction.

The sky seemed to yawn the next morning, the sun was rising above the waters surface. Pikachu was taken in to the Swampert’s den. He had a little room of his own. Swampert agreed that Pikachu was allowed to stay until he found his companion. What was unexpected though, was Swampert was going to help him find Ash.

Pikachu thought determinedly that one day, Liepard will be defeated. Soon, Swampert will safely be able to look for food in the forest. But first, he needed a way to get into that window.

The discussion with Swampert went on and on and on. They didn’t even stop until the sun was high in the sky, brightening the canopy below. The two Pokemon finally came to an agreement. Swampert will slip through the window while Pikachu would make the diversions. When the two of them shook hands, Pikachu was quite happy to realized he just made a new friend.

After a eight minute walk through the forest, Pikachu was starting to be shake, what if the humans caught him, he thought, what if Ash never finds him? Swampert put his tail on Pikachu’s shoulders, then gave the “relax, everything is going to be fine” look in his eyes. Pikachu admired how relaxed he was.

The house he was aiming for was made of orange brick, the roof was slanted to one side and the garden was neatly trimmed. Clearly the person living in this cottage had lots of time on their own.

The human had brown hair with a t-shirt and jeans. He looked quite tall but wasn’t old at all. “Okay,” Pikachu whispered to Swampert. “I’ll stand at the door, you sneak up behind. Then, I’ll sit there and wait for the human to pet me. Get some food then run away.” He looked up and said. “Okay?”

“Okay, wait here.” Swampert confirmed.

Pikachu felt time stop. Swampert already passed the human and into his backyard. The leaves stopped swaying just in time because the human was already back to trimming his plants.

Pikachu went on four paws and started closing in on the house. The human noticed him but he doesn’t seem to flinch, but he did back away when Pikachu approached him.

The human opened his door to fetch something.

Pikachu heard footsteps and the human came back. He was carrying some sort of container with Pokemon food. Another Pokemon followed him and hid behind the humans legs. It was an orange Krabby, a crab Pokemon with giant pincers. His armor was thick and tough, and he was showing off his claws.

Pikachu shrank away from Krabby, he looked dangerous, maybe Pikachu made a mistake coming here.

Swampert saw Pikachu shrink away in fear, and he bounded over only to see Pikachu confidently standing there. The Krabby seemed quite friendly.

Suddenly, the human made some low pitched noises. Pikachu has heard Ash speak before, but not like this. He could only make out a few like “aww, how cute!” or like “how adorable!” But this human picked Pikachu up and brought him inside.

Swampert was in the kitchen, looking up, he found a large brown bag of Pokemon food. He was determined to get it, but the smell of the human smells trouble. He hid behind the window and waited for a couple of seconds.

To Swampert’s surprise, the humans footsteps pounded on the floor, holding the bright yellow Pikachu. Pikachu saw Swampert behind the window and started wrenching free unsuccessfully. The human grumbled loudly, but he brought one of the two bags of Pokemon food from the cupboard to a small orange dish. He poured the brown lumps that filled it up and released Pikachu.

Pikachu paused for a second, but when he saw Krabby munching happily at the bowl, he approached in small steps. One step after another, the food bowl was being emptied by the Krabby.

However, by the time Pikachu was close enough to take a bite, he closed his mouth in open air. Turning his head around, Krabby was hogging the last scraps and let out a large belch.

Where is his manners? Pikachu thought. At least he could mummer “excuse me”!

Swampert seemed to be inching closer to the cupboard. Amazed, Pikachu looked up. Swampert was really close now, he turned his fin around and using smart logic for opening the handle.

The human grumbled and Pikachu was alarmed to see him pick up the food bag and put it away. He chased the human and blocked by sitting on the floor. The human started to pull Pikachu away from his hardest attempts.

“Help!” Pikachu squeaked, as he was being pulled away.

Swampert was lost, should he get the food or help Pikachu? Then, after a long wait, he dropped the food pouch.

“I’m coming!” He yelled in terror. He panicked as Pikachu’s last foot teared away from the marble floor.

Hardening his scaly tail, he swiped it down hard on the humans leather shoes.

The human fell to the floor and winced in pain. “Swampert! What was that for? We were meant to get food, not hurt the human!” Pikachu squeaked again.

Something hit Swampert hard on the head, a Poke Ball. Swampert swerved around. “Oh no!”

But Swampert did not get sucked in by the Poke Ball. The human was mystified. “Swampert, you are claimed!” Pikachu yelled from the humans hands.

“What?” Swampert was extremely surprised. How could he be claimed?  Was there a secret that he never knew himself?

The human raged on, Pikachu was still being held by his giant hands, and Swampert was confused.

The human finally dropped Pikachu, but he fell on his head.

Swampert eyes widened in horror when the human turned his head around to face him.

“Is that… My little Swampert?” The human cried.

What? Swampert thought. Is he my owner?

Pikachu looked dazed so Swampert gave him a nod of “under control”.

The human took out a Poke Ball, a Net Ball to be exact. Swampert’s mind flashed him back to the past, back when he was a Mudkip.

When Mudkip was playing in the water, his owner was unaware that someone was in the water. Swampert winced at the sight of seeing himself drowning and his companion trying desperately to save him. But at that time, he was just a little kit, and was no match against his opponent.

Hugging his now older owner, he accepted his fate and with a flash of red light, disappeared into the Poke Ball.

Pikachu was now left alone, it was between him, and the human. He did not want to harm him, but also wanted to escape.

A strange emotion crashed over him. Pikachu thought it was hope, the hope of surviving this. But no, it was more of the love he had for his long lost companion, Ash. His eyes widened and his already red cheeks blushed, drooping his ears in sadness.

“-and that little ones in the forest, was how I discovered that I could turn cute. Stay tuned for more on Dragon Fables!”

P.S. That was only part 1, later I’m going to talk about Pikachu and the Legend of Liepard. Thanks to everyone who read this and I would really appreciate a review of some sort!