Now what shall this fic be?

 

Summary: Yes, another Harry Potter pokemon cross. But I promise I will finish my work, unlike a few authors who have unfortunately just ditched their stories halfway. Not that I’m one to criticize, but at least I try…

 

Disclaimer/Notes: I don’t own pokemon, it belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This is non-profit fanfic. I only have my characters and own creations.

Ah <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks.

MAJOR ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

 

Prologue/Chapter 1: 2 Blossom Lane, Viridian City

 

            “Isn’t he beautiful?” Delia asked Giovanni, holding up the boy proudly.

            Giovanni smiled. “Yes, he is. He’s got interesting eyes though.”

            “Yellow isn’t a strange color.”

            “If you say so.” Giovanni said, taking the baby. “How small and fragile this life is. Strange, so strange…”

            “Yes, dear. That’s our son.”

            The two shared an embrace as the baby cooed.

            It didn’t make any difference that Giovanni wasn’t Ash’s biological father. The man had left when Ash was only just conceived, running off with a beautiful blonde model and leaving his girlfriend devastated.

            After all, he didn’t want to deal with the stress of a baby.

            Stupid whiny things…

            Who knew where Robert was now?

 

            Giovanni had picked up the pieces, falling for the heart of his now-married wife.

            And thus, it had concluded.

 

            “Let’s name him Ashura.” Giovanni said, as the nurse came in and fussed over them both. They waited until she had left, before going on with the conversation.

            “That’s a very mysterious name,” Delia replied. “But it makes sense. We shall call him Ashura Satoshi Rocketti.”

            Giovanni smiled. “Yes, we shall.” He held the young boy as Ash stared with over large eyes.

            A true heir… at last…

            What did it matter Ash was not his real son?

            He would love him just the same.

 

Timeline: 7 years later

 

            Ash ran down the halls of his house, looking for his father. “It came! It finally came!”

            “Slow done!” His friend slash bodyguard reprimanded, as she ran after him, dark red hair shining in the draft created by fast motions.

            “Ne…” Ash stopped. “Kay, Lance-chan!”

            Lance crossed her arms. “And where were you running off to?”

            Ash scowled. “I wanted to show dad my new pokemon!”

            “He’s in a meeting right now.’ Lance said. “But don’t worry, he’ll be finished in an hour.”

            “…Okay then…”

 

            “Now,” Lance said, scooping Ash up. “Shall we head downstairs to the playroom?”

            “Hai!”

            Ash cheered as Lance piggybacked him down the hall.

            She wasn’t much older, but she was so mature! At least, that’s what his mom and dad kept saying.

            Whatever mature meant…

            Ash shrugged, as his pokemon greeted him inside the door.

 

            Marill and Pikachu were sleeping together in their basket, while Growlithe was jumping up and down on the trampoline.

            Lance’s crowd of dragons was also sleeping.

            She checked on them all, no injuries, and then smiled, sitting down next to him.

            “What do you want to play?”

            “Can we jump rope?” Ash asked.

            “Sure,” Lance said, as they each grabbed a skipping rope and began jumping, each trying to out-jump the other.

            It was great for cardiac exercise!

            Growlithe yawned and joined them, showing his sharp teeth. His legs were already longer than normal because he loved to jump around.

            Lance and Ash turned the skip rope while Growlithe jumped.

            Soon enough, the vibrations woke Marill and Pikachu from their slumber. Marill shook out her soft blue fur, while Pikachu groomed her.

            It was very adorable.

            Ash brought some apples, and they all shared them.

            Suddenly, a poke ball burst open.

 

            A pokemon materialized in the light, stretching languorously. Cool eyes regarded the gathering.

            “Very interesting. Where did you father get it?”

            “Hmm?”

            “I didn’t even know there were still wolves left in the wild…” Lance said, fingers touching the surface of the blue and silver key around her neck.

            “Hi, Spiritwolfe.” Ash said with a grin.

            Hello, young master.

            “But then again, the wolves have always protected Thunder’s child…” Lance continued, idly watching.

 

            Pikachu, Growlithe, and Marill all looked at the new pokemon curiously, still eating their apples.

            Hi!

            Are you new?

            Let’s be friends!

            Spiritwolfe laughed, partly at their naïve air, and partly because he appreciated it. Even an older pokemon loved to play.

            Let’s play tag!

            Squealing, the pokemon ran off, all over the room.

            Ash and Lance sat on beanbag chairs together.

 

            “Looks like a good impression.” Lance commented. “Where did you catch him?”

            ‘Just outside in the forest.”

            “Really?”

            “I wouldn’t lie to you, Lance-chan.” Ahs said, turning on the puppy-dog eyes.

            “All right. I believe you.’

            “Yatta!” Ash cheered, jumping on the girl and causing them both to fall on the floor.

            Lance sighed. * All of that hyper energy… oh well. I don’t mind protecting you… not at all… *

            She had been with Ash for three years. A deadly assassin in Giovanni’s team, even at a very young age, he chose her to protect his son.

            After all, who would suspect a kid?

           

 

End Chapter

Right now, Ash is 7 and Lance is 12…

Started 2/27/04, and completed 3/8/04