Ash Potter, Harry Ketchum?

By Enja

Ages: Ash: 11, Ron: 11

part: 3


The blackness that had been surrounding me for a few hours finally started to dissapear as 
I woke up, into daylight. 

"Misty? Brock?" I say groggily. My eyes soon adjust to the room's light. Where am I. It 
looked as if I were in a castle. It was night time. Maybe midnight or one in the morning. I 
peered around my surroundings. There were about ten beds in the room I was in. All of 
them occupied with boys around my age, sleeping soundly.

"Misty? Brock? Pikachu?" I whisper again looking for somebody I knew. No response. 

"Must be a dream!" I tell myself.

All of the sudden I felt unusally tired a collapsed onto the bed I had been using. 

* * *

"AHHH! Who are you?!" A read haired boy yelled with a bunch of other boys around him. 
"And where's Harry?" He continued. 

I was horribly freaked out. I had thought that I was in a dream. If I was how come I was 
back to the same place. I pinched myself to make sure. This was real! 

"Who are you?" A slightly overweight boy asked. 

"A-Ash Ket-tchum." I say, stuttering.

Chattering began to fill the room. I just watched. I would do anything to be with Misty, 
Brock, and Pikachu at the moment. 

"Wh-here's Mis-sty?" I ask hoping to get a postitive answer. The talk around the room 
came to a halt. "Wha-at abou-t Brock and Pik-kach-u?" I asked. They all stare. 

"Who are they?" The red haired boy asks. 

"My friends." My stuttering finally gave away. "Where am I?" I ask. 

"You don't know where we are???" I shake my head that is still occupied by my league 
hat. "You are at Hogwarts for Witchcraft and Wizardry." Witchcraft and Wizardry? I had 
to be dreaming! "Do you think he is a muggle?" The overweight boy asked.

"No, there is a spell so that muggles would stay away, remember?" 

"Oh yeah." 

"Where are you from?" A boy asks.

"Pallet Town! I am going to be a Pokemon Master!" I declare. The room bursts into 
laughs. 

"What?!" I ask.

"What's...a...Pokemon?" A laughing boy asks. I didn't find that this was very funny. I 
reached down to my belt to grab one of my Pokeballs. There is only one! "Oh great." I say 
plainly as I notice that it's Charizard's. Charizard never obeyed me. I throw the Pokeball to 
hush the laughter in the room. It silences quickly as Charizard snorts.

"What's that?" Everyone was staring at it, fearfully. 

"That's a Pokemon! There are thousands more, but I only have one with me now." 
Charizard snorted out fire and everyone stepped back again. I called him back. They all 
started paniking about someone named 'Harry' again. I watched in silence.

Soon the red headed boy sticks out his hand. "I'm Ron."

A/n- Reviews? Any out there? R/R!