If you wish, you can skip over the intro. It’s a tad long, but I feel it necessary.
Welcome everyone to my third current fanfiction, For the Sake of the World. My other two fanfiction can be found as references in my sig. They would enjoy some reading if you ever think to look at my other works.
Years ago when I first joined Serebii, I wrote a very short-lived Harry Potter/Pokemon fanfiction that will remain unnamed because it was too horribly written for you to go and dig up (I say this of all my fanfictions written before 2008 and I mean it). Later, in 2007, I wrote another Harry Potter/Pokemon fanfiction but never posted it. For three long years, I forgot completely about my two former attempts.
Last November, however, as I was watching part one of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I realized how much better I could have made my second draft. This fanfiction is the re-written form of this draft with a whole lot of new plotlines, characters, and action written in.
A few things to clear up before we get started with the prologue.
1. I have read all of the books in the Harry Potter series and have seen all of the movies (the 5th and 6th ones multiple times as I own them). I KNOW some of these characters will have out of character moments. As a fanfiction writer, that is bound to happen no matter what canon you write about. And I KNOW that this storyline veers to and away from the plotlines in the series and will not exactly sound like the series. That’s the beauty of fanfiction. A new take on something that we all have read and seen. It’s especially interesting with a series like Harry Potter which is not only popular but also due to end (movie-wise) this year.
2. Aquapolians. They look exactly like humans, but they’re not humans. They are half human and half Pokemon, which means they are physically humans with Pokemon powers. Each Aquapolian has a type that he or she can use just like a Pokemon. The country of Aquapolis lies just south of Japan and consists of the usual regions (Kanto, Hoenn, etc) with Ever Grande a large region and the country’s capital situated in the middle of all the other regions. This is where the Hall of Fame is situated, the seat of Aquapolian government. The Champion and Vice-Champion are similar to the President and Vice-president of the United States. (Also, wizards are not counted as humans in this story. Aquapolians refer to humans as humans. Wizards refer to them as Muggles).
3. I’ve taken characters from the Pokemon canon and several other canons (they are secrets!). Same thing goes as Note 1. One or two of them are out of character all the time.
4. I’m taking events from the 5th, 6th, and 7th books, which means I may touch on some things that may count as spoilers. To be safe, I’m not going to point out anything that I took from the books as far as plotlines to make sure that anyone who has not read those three books yet is not spoiled.
5. The action takes place in three short arcs which I have divided up according to semesters. The first arc is the first semester of the main characters’ 6th year. The second arc is the second semester and the first semester of their 7th year. The third arc is the second semester of their 7th year.
6. This note will be reserved for a PM list. You can either state in a post if you want to be on the list or you can PM or VM me.
And now, I present to you For the Sake of the World. ☺
For the Sake of the World
Rated PG-13 for violence, some swearing, and some dark content.
"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
The rough country road was entirely too bumpy for Daniel Smith’s taste. He jostled around in the passenger seat of the black Ford truck as it bounced back and forth on the gravel. He glanced over at the driver to see his reaction at the ever-worsening condition of the road. The driver didn’t acknowledge his look, only kept his eyes straight ahead.
Smith heaved a big sigh. “Are you sure this is where he lives?” He whined, rooting around on the floor for a map of the area.
The driver rolled his eyes. “We’re getting there, Daniel, just hold on.”
“I am holding on! For my life, Tojiro!”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Tojiro replied, fingering the pendent around his neck. “We’ll be there soon enough. Besides, no one but wizards live out in this part of the country. Why would the roads have to be paved if no one drives cars in these parts?”
Smith wanted to know how Tojiro knew how to drive a car in the first place. His writing partner was Japanese-Aquapolian and had grown up in Aquapolis. No one there drove either. They either teleported, flew, or traveled on foot. Cars were foreign concepts in the Aquapolian and wizarding worlds. Smith used to think this was what made human technology superior, but after seeing the Floo Networks of the Ministry of Magic and the unlimited energy supply Ever Grande generated on a daily basis, small things like cars barely mattered.
Then again, when Tojiro Kakisu had something set in his mind, he carried it through no matter what was in his way. The car was actually Smith’s, but Tojiro had had a friend teleport the car across the Atlantic so the two writers could drive it through the roads of Great Britain.
To get his mind off of the uneven road that spread out for what seemed like miles in front of them, Smith asked a question that had been burning in his mind since Tojiro had called him a few months beforehand with the news of their soon-to-be interview. “So, our client called you personally to request that you write this biography? Isn’t it usually the other way around with us calling the family to ask if we can have permission to write?”
Tojiro acted as if this were not strange in the least, keeping his eyes straight ahead to the road. Smith noticed his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. If Smith hadn’t know Tojiro for so long, he would have thought this occurred from the Aquapolian being scared of driving. In actual fact, he was terribly excited about what was to take place.
“Her family…what is left of it…requested that we write the biography before that damn Rita Skeeter got to publishing a slanderous book about her life. Who knows what kind of conspiracies that vile witch would have put into that manuscript?” Tojiro snapped, not at Smith, but at the air in front of him, angry with the witch reporter who had slandered many a good wizard’s name with her horrible biographies.
“Well, that’s true, but still…they must really trust you to call you personally and ask…although I suppose we should count ourselves lucky. This young woman should have been celebrated in every country and state on Earth for what she did.”
Tojiro nodded vigorously. “Maybe now she will be…” He muttered, squinting ahead, the sun nearly blocking their entire view of the road in front of them…or the end of the road for that matter. Smith was relieved as the Ford truck slid comfortably onto green grass as bright as emeralds. Tojiro flipped down the screen on the window to block the sun from his eyes.
Ahead of them sat a rather small stone house that stood awfully close to the edge of a tree filled cliff. Smith wondered how long this house had stood here…probably for centuries. It was old and worn, but looked cozy and warm enough to foster a family. It looked perfect for an abode for wizards. Tojiro braked to a stop a few yards away and sat back in his seat, taking a deep breath.
Both men knew something momentous lay ahead of them. Something ancient…a story that began three thousand years before and ended only a year ago in their age. They glanced at each other, bracing and readying themselves for what was to come before they both pushed open their doors and stepped out into the British sunlight.
As soon as Smith stepped a few feet closer to the house, he was bombarded by two black cats who wound between his legs, murmuring to him strange meows. A closer inspection surprised him as he took in the golden rings that lined one’s ears, paws, tail, and forehead and the blue that adorned the other’s features. He had never seen cats with such patterns before…
Tojiro laughed at his amazement as Smith leaned down to pet the two creatures. “Those aren’t cats, Smith, they’re Pokemon.” Smith jolted up, staring at them for a long time before Tojiro explained, “They’re both dark-types called Umbreon. The golden one is the normal species color while the blue one is what we call a shiny…very rare…” The Japanese-Aquapolian wondered where the owner had gotten this rare creature. He knew that the wizard had spent some time in Aquapolis, but he didn’t know he had caught a few Pokemon while there.
Smith tried not to trip over the two Umbreon as he and Tojiro made their way to the front of the house. They steeled themselves once more, the Umbreon sitting on either side of them as if to present the visitors to their owner. Tojiro knocked loudly, nearly banging on the door in his excitement and nervousness. Light footsteps echoed on a stone floor beyond the threshold, stopping as the lock turned.
The door creaked open completely, revealing the young wizard. His untidy black hair flopped into his eyes, which were covered by a thin pair of wire glasses. Emerald green eyes swept over the two men, taking in their casual look of jeans and sweatshirts. He had insisted that the two interviewers come dressed comfortably. He was dressed in similar attire, oddly wearing an Aquapolian Institute of Technology sweatshirt. The visitors tried not to stare at the lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead, choosing instead to glance down at the Umbreon at their feet, who were wagging their tails at the appearance of their owner, who, Smith guessed, was in his early twenties.
“Mr. Kakisu. Mr. Smith. Glad to see you made it all the way out here in one place,” he said, his emerald eyes sparking with good humor. “Come on in and don’t let the Umbreon trip you up.” He turned around and the Umbreon bolted through the door after him, sliding into the hallway and sitting to stare at the visitors once more. Their red and gold eyes would be very unsettling, Smith thought, to someone who was not in their favor.
The two interviewers followed the young wizard into a cozy den that featured a sofa and several chairs covered in cloth. Tojiro couldn’t help but look around at the pictures that lined the walls, featuring the young wizard with various wizards and Aquapolians through the years. Smith glanced down at a table that sat next to the fire. It was covered in letters from various names of people, most of which came from someone simply known as “SS.”
The wizard noticed Tojiro staring at one picture in particular. In a low voice, the Aquapolian asked, “Is this her?” He couldn’t take his eyes off of the young woman’s in the portrait. As in all wizarding portraits, it moved, showing the wizard and the young woman laughing, the wizard’s arm around her shoulders. In a brief moment, they looked up into each other’s eyes, a warm and intimate feeling sparking between the two of them before they looked back at the camera. The picture was in black and white, so Tojiro couldn’t see the all-too ethereal sheen of Aquapolian crystal that he knew shone from her eyes.
The wizard nodded, stepping over to stand by him and gaze at the picture himself. “Yes, that’s her…” He whispered. Tojiro glanced over to see the wizard’s heart breaking very briefly in his emerald eyes before they retained their good humor once again. “I have other pictures that I would like to be placed in the book if you don’t mind...” He crossed the room to pick up a manila folder filled slightly with black and white photos.
There was another pause before Smith spoke in his strong, Southern accent. “Mr. Potter, you do realize the momentous thing you have asked of us? To write the biography of not only the century…but the last three millennia?” Smith was still unsure of his worthiness to participate in this project. The young woman’s story was not his own…however, she had saved his life in a more direct way than anyone could imagine.
“You can call me Harry, Mr. Smith,” the wizard said. “Are you Aquapolian, sir?” The question took Smith by surprise. Though some Aquapolians wore their telltale pendants under their clothes, most wore them for all to see who they were. If he were Aquapolian, he reasoned, he would wear his for all to see.
“My name is Daniel, Harry…and, no, I’m human,” he said. “I’m one of the millions of lives she saved that fateful day. I’m in debt to her in more ways than one, and, hopefully, I can pay only a fraction of my debt by writing of her life.”
There was a pause as all three let Smith’s words sink into their brains. Tojiro glanced up at Harry, expecting him to look as saddened as he had glancing at the picture. However, there was a confident and proud spark in his eyes, as if those words meant more than the world to him. “Thank you, sir. I’m grateful that both of you have made the trip out here to sit down with me. However…I don’t think this is the perfect place for us to talk…”
When Harry had called both men a few months beforehand to speak of the interview, they had agreed that the interview would be more of a conversation than a question and answer deal. Harry wouldn’t just tell about the young woman’s life, but the story behind all of the events that had occurred four years beforehand. This was how the ancient Aquapolians had written history, he said, and he wanted to continue that tradition. For a wizard, Tojiro thought, he had certainly assimilated himself into Aquapolian culture. He had mentioned beforehand that he even worked for the government in Ever Grande, which she had been a part of.
Harry continued, watching the Umbreon play in the foyer as he spoke. “We’d have to teleport or Disapparate there, I’m afraid. A truck won’t be able to reach the spot…we could stay here, of course…”
“No!” Smith said firmly, almost shouting. “We’ll go wherever you think is perfect, Harry. Unfortunately, Tojiro here is a poison-type, so we’ll have to Disapparate instead of teleport.”
Harry smiled, obviously glad that they had agreed to go with him. He strode over to the sofa and picked up a small blue duffel bag. “Do you have everything you need?” He gestured to the black Ford out front.
Tojiro patted the bag on his shoulder. “I’ve got everything right here. We can leave whenever you’re ready, Harry.” The wizard nodded and retrieved two Poke Balls from the bag, recalling the two Umbreon before packing them back up.
“If you’d step outside, we can be on our way.”
A few stomach churning moments passed before the three travelers stood on a grassy cliff that overlooked the bluest lake Smith had ever seen his four decades of life. He gazed up at the tree filled hills around them, his eyes widening at the huge fortress-like castle that stood overlooking the other side of the lake from them. He leaned over to Tojiro. “Is this…”
“Hogwarts? Yes it is, sir…” Harry said, turning to gaze at the castle for a few seconds. “This is where we spent the best two years of our lives together...She would have wanted us to come here.”
Tojiro nodded, taking in the majestic magic of the place as they sat down on huge rocks overlooking the cliff. He pulled out his laptop, setting it to read their words and record them into speech automatically. Smith glanced at the piece of technology, awed by the simple-looking model that he himself owned…but didn’t do nearly as much as Tojiro’s Aquapolian model.
Smith looked away once again, glancing first at Harry, then at Tojiro. A broad smile crossed his face. Harry frowned in confusion. “What is it, sir?”
“Well, isn’t this wonderful?” He said excitedly.
“What’s wonderful?” Tojiro asked, mirroring Harry’s expression.
“Here we are: a wizard, and Aquapolian, and a human sitting together conversing with each other about the past. Don’t you agree that this was made all possible by her? This meeting to speak about her life was literally created by her!” He laughed. At this realization, Tojiro laughed and shook his head, pressing a few keys on his keyboard. An even bigger smiled crossed Harry’s face.
“She did indeed,” he muttered, standing up and gazing back over the lake.
A few more minutes of silence passed before Tojiro spoke up. “Harry? Are you ready to begin?” He looked up from his laptop, placing it firmly on the ground between them.
Harry was jolted out of his daydream by the writer’s words. “Yes, yes I am…” He stepped out to the cliff, his eyes on Hogwarts as a breeze blew in from the lake. He thought he could see the outline of an aqua blue beast with a flowing purple mane and Aquapolian crystal eyes standing on a far cliff, but he knew it was just his mind imagining things.
“What I’m about to tell you may seem a little too clear in your minds. However, I shared a mind link with her that allowed me later to look on everything that had happened to her. Other events that she didn’t take part in I learned from others who were there and knew her.” He paused. “She really did live a short life, but she touched so many others…”
He turned back around, his eyes trained on both writers’ as he continued. “What I’m about to tell you is the story of Quamachi. The Chosen One. The Dimensional Warrior. The Daughter of Shadow and Light. Or, as she was known in this time, Katharine Jones.”