Fic, Challenge #12 "TM 21"
Title: TM 21
Summary: A scene from Chamber of Secrets in a slightly different light - Pokemon Crossover
Characters/Pairings:
Genre: Mystery
Rating/Warnings: PG for the lord's name taken in vain and distressing situations
Medium: Word
Word Count: 1,097
“Thank you so much for coming, Officer Jenny,” Hermione said, fidgeting with her robes. “All that research, and then something like this- oh, I just don’t know what I was thinking, not coming to you sooner,” she said, choking back a sob. The hospital wing’s bright lights were a laser cutting into her awkward emotions.
“Now, now,” Professor Dumbledore said, patting the distraught girl on the shoulder. “No need to worry. An overnight in the Pokemon Center will have this all sorted out.”
“You bet!” Officer Jenny said, snapping to salute. “We’ve got it under control!” Her Growlithe barked an affirmative and wagged its little tail. Crookshanks rubbed his head against Hermione’s legs reassuringly. Hermione rubbed her eyes with her palm, ducking her head to run her hand down the feisty Mightyena’s back. Crookshanks purred like a well-filled lawn mower, scars and all.
Professor Dumbledore coughed. “Well, I may be known on and off as the ‘Pokemon Professor,’ these days, ” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what the emergency is here…”
“Maybe we should step inside and show you what all the fuss is about,” Officer Jenny murmured, casting a meaningful glance upon Hermione’s trembling frame.
“Ah… Yes, that sounds…” Dumbledore’s voice trailed off quickly as they were let into the hospital wing by Nurses Joy and Pomfrey, and the shiny door slid shut.
“Oh, Crookshanks,” Hermione wailed, burying her face in his furry neck. “What have I done? I knew that Seviper had been sneaking through the pipes - even though they’ve never been sighted off of Route 114! And now Youngster Creevey and Misdreavus Nick have been Paralyzed by its Glare. This is horrible.” Crookshanks offered a rowr of furry encouragement.
“I wish Harry were here…” Hermione mumbled, pulling out a well-polished Metal Coat from within her robes. Using it to glance around corners, she made her way towards the library. Maybe she could discover a way to stop the Seviper before it claimed any more victims with its Mean Look.
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Harry’s spine tingled. The Spinarak he and Ron had been following were growing thicker on the forest floor, in all sizes, and he thought he saw a blue one or two skitter by but they were gone before he’d lifted his glowing wandtip-
“H-Harry,” Ron said unsteadily, just behind him. “What’s… what’s that?” A shaking maroon-clad hand tentatively pointed into the hollow they were coming up upon.
“Oh no,” Harry murmured underneath his breath. The lumos fizzled out as he felt his resolve shaking. Where a moment ago there had been rapidly scurrying but ultimately harmless Spinarak, the trees were coated now in Ariados, their evolved counterparts.
Ron and Harry began to back up slowly, and a croaking sound - almost as though one of the most gigantic Ariados in the whole world ever were about to speak to them - caused the two to leap into the air with a shout and run for their lives. The Spinarak and Ariados swarmed all around them, and Harry was clutching his wand tight as he could, reaching inside his cloak -
Splat! The aggravated Long Leg Pokemon were shooting String Shot at them, and as Harry watched, arms pinned to his sides by sticky rope, a Spider Web attack narrowly missed the top of Ron’s russet-red mop.
Luckily, Ron remained mostly free, for the moment, and he was quicker than Harry to draw out a Pokeball. “Oh my God, please, Scabbers, just kill it!” he shouted, flinging the little ball in the air. Out burst a battered-looking Rattata in the midst of a Bubble Seal, which demonstrated its unlikely heritage by launching into a powerful Flame Wheel attack. The spider Pokemon shrieked, burned, and their webs were eaten at by fire, helping Harry out and giving the boys enough time to keep running. They scrambled out of the forest, blind instinct eventually leading them out behind Hagrid’s hut.
“I… am never… going into the Forbidden Ilex Forest… again,” Ron panted, recalling Scabbers into its Pokeball.
“You said it,” Harry agreed for once, still sticky all over. “Too bad we couldn’t learn more about how to stop the monster. One thing’s for sure, though,” he said, ashen-faced. “That gigantic Ariados is definitely Slytherin’s beast. We’d better visit the Canalave Library and read up on what kinds of charms to use against Bug-Types.”
Semi-confident in their abilities, the two friends set off for the castle, only to find a distressed Mrs. McGonagall awaiting them.
“What’s wrong?” Harry said immediately, as Ron blurted out “Is Hermione okay?”
Harry glanced at Ron questioningly, who was preoccupied with Minerva’s shocked expression. “How did you know?” she said, looking frightfully distressed. “We found her with Lass Clearwater in an upper corridor… Paralyzed, I’m afraid,” she said, attempting to cover up the boys’ shocked expressions with pointless chatter. “We should be able to squeeze some Parlyz Heal out of the Big Roots that Leader Sprout’s been growing in the greenhouse, and the victims will all be okay eventually.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Harry said uncomfortably, not feeling particularly relieved at all. “But Mrs. McGonagall, we think we know what the monst-“
“Pokemon Trainer Potter, Malfoy is not Slytherin’s beast.”
“I wasn’t about to-“
“Furthermore, you should not be accusing your fellow students on the night of an attack.”
“But-“
“I don’t want to hear it. You two had better head straight up into your dormitories and get to bed. The adults will take care of this. But Potter, Weasley... do sleep with your wand and Pokemon at the ready, all right?” Her expression softened for a moment.
“Professor, I don’t think Malfoy is-“
…Then it hardened right back up. “Silence! I’ll not hear another word of your accusations! Off to bed!”
As they trudged away, Harry muttered to Ron, “I hate being misunderstood.”
Ron grunted in agreement, then frowned and said thoughtfully, “Y’know… what if Malfoy is the monster?”
“What? That’s so stupid, we almost got eaten by a giant spider, what more proof do you need?”
“I mean, he could be a Ditto in disguise or something… he’s always been a slimy little git,”
“Wait a minute.” Harry had come to a sudden revelation all on his own. “Wait a minute.”
“What?” Ron said, cross about (yet again) losing his turn to present anti-Malfoy theories.
“We almost got eaten by the giant spiders… Ron, we were in the forest at the same time Hermione and Penelope were attacked.”
Ron’s expression changed from jealously indignant to fearful as realization dawned.
“That means…”
“The monster isn’t Ariados!”
≥TO BE CONTINUED…
(Am//Gryffindor)
Summary: A scene from Chamber of Secrets in a slightly different light - Pokemon Crossover
Characters/Pairings:
Genre: Mystery
Rating/Warnings: PG for the lord's name taken in vain and distressing situations
Medium: Word
Word Count: 1,097
“Thank you so much for coming, Officer Jenny,” Hermione said, fidgeting with her robes. “All that research, and then something like this- oh, I just don’t know what I was thinking, not coming to you sooner,” she said, choking back a sob. The hospital wing’s bright lights were a laser cutting into her awkward emotions.
“Now, now,” Professor Dumbledore said, patting the distraught girl on the shoulder. “No need to worry. An overnight in the Pokemon Center will have this all sorted out.”
“You bet!” Officer Jenny said, snapping to salute. “We’ve got it under control!” Her Growlithe barked an affirmative and wagged its little tail. Crookshanks rubbed his head against Hermione’s legs reassuringly. Hermione rubbed her eyes with her palm, ducking her head to run her hand down the feisty Mightyena’s back. Crookshanks purred like a well-filled lawn mower, scars and all.
Professor Dumbledore coughed. “Well, I may be known on and off as the ‘Pokemon Professor,’ these days, ” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what the emergency is here…”
“Maybe we should step inside and show you what all the fuss is about,” Officer Jenny murmured, casting a meaningful glance upon Hermione’s trembling frame.
“Ah… Yes, that sounds…” Dumbledore’s voice trailed off quickly as they were let into the hospital wing by Nurses Joy and Pomfrey, and the shiny door slid shut.
“Oh, Crookshanks,” Hermione wailed, burying her face in his furry neck. “What have I done? I knew that Seviper had been sneaking through the pipes - even though they’ve never been sighted off of Route 114! And now Youngster Creevey and Misdreavus Nick have been Paralyzed by its Glare. This is horrible.” Crookshanks offered a rowr of furry encouragement.
“I wish Harry were here…” Hermione mumbled, pulling out a well-polished Metal Coat from within her robes. Using it to glance around corners, she made her way towards the library. Maybe she could discover a way to stop the Seviper before it claimed any more victims with its Mean Look.
---
Harry’s spine tingled. The Spinarak he and Ron had been following were growing thicker on the forest floor, in all sizes, and he thought he saw a blue one or two skitter by but they were gone before he’d lifted his glowing wandtip-
“H-Harry,” Ron said unsteadily, just behind him. “What’s… what’s that?” A shaking maroon-clad hand tentatively pointed into the hollow they were coming up upon.
“Oh no,” Harry murmured underneath his breath. The lumos fizzled out as he felt his resolve shaking. Where a moment ago there had been rapidly scurrying but ultimately harmless Spinarak, the trees were coated now in Ariados, their evolved counterparts.
Ron and Harry began to back up slowly, and a croaking sound - almost as though one of the most gigantic Ariados in the whole world ever were about to speak to them - caused the two to leap into the air with a shout and run for their lives. The Spinarak and Ariados swarmed all around them, and Harry was clutching his wand tight as he could, reaching inside his cloak -
Splat! The aggravated Long Leg Pokemon were shooting String Shot at them, and as Harry watched, arms pinned to his sides by sticky rope, a Spider Web attack narrowly missed the top of Ron’s russet-red mop.
Luckily, Ron remained mostly free, for the moment, and he was quicker than Harry to draw out a Pokeball. “Oh my God, please, Scabbers, just kill it!” he shouted, flinging the little ball in the air. Out burst a battered-looking Rattata in the midst of a Bubble Seal, which demonstrated its unlikely heritage by launching into a powerful Flame Wheel attack. The spider Pokemon shrieked, burned, and their webs were eaten at by fire, helping Harry out and giving the boys enough time to keep running. They scrambled out of the forest, blind instinct eventually leading them out behind Hagrid’s hut.
“I… am never… going into the Forbidden Ilex Forest… again,” Ron panted, recalling Scabbers into its Pokeball.
“You said it,” Harry agreed for once, still sticky all over. “Too bad we couldn’t learn more about how to stop the monster. One thing’s for sure, though,” he said, ashen-faced. “That gigantic Ariados is definitely Slytherin’s beast. We’d better visit the Canalave Library and read up on what kinds of charms to use against Bug-Types.”
Semi-confident in their abilities, the two friends set off for the castle, only to find a distressed Mrs. McGonagall awaiting them.
“What’s wrong?” Harry said immediately, as Ron blurted out “Is Hermione okay?”
Harry glanced at Ron questioningly, who was preoccupied with Minerva’s shocked expression. “How did you know?” she said, looking frightfully distressed. “We found her with Lass Clearwater in an upper corridor… Paralyzed, I’m afraid,” she said, attempting to cover up the boys’ shocked expressions with pointless chatter. “We should be able to squeeze some Parlyz Heal out of the Big Roots that Leader Sprout’s been growing in the greenhouse, and the victims will all be okay eventually.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Harry said uncomfortably, not feeling particularly relieved at all. “But Mrs. McGonagall, we think we know what the monst-“
“Pokemon Trainer Potter, Malfoy is not Slytherin’s beast.”
“I wasn’t about to-“
“Furthermore, you should not be accusing your fellow students on the night of an attack.”
“But-“
“I don’t want to hear it. You two had better head straight up into your dormitories and get to bed. The adults will take care of this. But Potter, Weasley... do sleep with your wand and Pokemon at the ready, all right?” Her expression softened for a moment.
“Professor, I don’t think Malfoy is-“
…Then it hardened right back up. “Silence! I’ll not hear another word of your accusations! Off to bed!”
As they trudged away, Harry muttered to Ron, “I hate being misunderstood.”
Ron grunted in agreement, then frowned and said thoughtfully, “Y’know… what if Malfoy is the monster?”
“What? That’s so stupid, we almost got eaten by a giant spider, what more proof do you need?”
“I mean, he could be a Ditto in disguise or something… he’s always been a slimy little git,”
“Wait a minute.” Harry had come to a sudden revelation all on his own. “Wait a minute.”
“What?” Ron said, cross about (yet again) losing his turn to present anti-Malfoy theories.
“We almost got eaten by the giant spiders… Ron, we were in the forest at the same time Hermione and Penelope were attacked.”
Ron’s expression changed from jealously indignant to fearful as realization dawned.
“That means…”
“The monster isn’t Ariados!”
≥TO BE CONTINUED…
(Am//Gryffindor)