Hi everyone! :D I'm Alice-pyon, and this is my second fic I've written. This story just suddenly came into my head when I was looking at other Harry Potter/Pokemon crossovers. I typed it up really quickly, and decided that it would be pretty fun to keep writing. So, if you like it then great. Reviews would be really nice. ^.^ I'm not a fan of flames (I don't think anyone is, really), but if your hatred for this story is really that strong then I don't blame you for flaming. xD

I do hope you like it, though. :D

Copyright!: I don't own Harry Potter of Pokemon. J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, and Pokemon was created by Satoshi Tajiri.

Portkeys. They're a reliable tool for any underage wizard on the go. Simply touch one and poof. You're instantly teleported. Pretty cool, huh?

Yeah, well Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Wesley thought that too. So that's why, on one sunny afternoon, they used a portkey to sneak out of Hogwarts. They only meant to use it for one little trip to see Hagrid. He had won a contest in the Daily Prophet. Hagrid had talked about it for weeks on end. They had given Hagrid his own dragon. He had gone down to London to receive it, and was now staying an extra few week to take care of it before he came back to Hogwarts. He had sent an owl asking the trio if they wanted to come and see the dragon. He had even been so kind as to leave a portkey in his cottage. Of course, Harry had sent a letter back, saying they would defiantly be there.

So they made their way to his cottage after classes had ended. Little did they know, a boy with platinum blonde hair was following closely behind.

"What type of dragon do you reckon Hagrid got?" Ron asked.

"I would think it'd be one that's not so dangerous," Hermione said.

Harry heaved open the door to Hagrid's small house and stepped inside. Hermione and Ron scurried in after him, eager to set off.

The first thing the three of them noticed was the bright capsule on the table. The top half was a vibrant red, while the bottom was white. In the middle there was a small button outlined with black.

"That's the portkey?" Harry asked, surprised.

"What is that thing?" Ron questioned.

The three were shocked by how unique this portkey was. Usually a portkey was some common household object like a boot or a spoon. This thing was no household object they had ever seen.

"Should we use it?" Harry asked, turning around to face Hermione and Ron.

Ron nodded eagerly, but Hermione looked as if she was deep in thought. Finally she looked up and shook her head. "We shouldn't."

"What's your bloody reason this time?" Ron asked in an irritable voice.

"Because Ron, look at that thing! Do you honestly suggest that we use that?"

"Come on Hermione! Hagrid likes being different. He probably thought getting a portkey like that would be cooler," Ron said.

Hermione rounded on Harry. "Harry? You're not going to agree with him, are you?"

True, the portkey did look a little strange, but there were much weirder things in the wizarding world. "I think we should use it."

"See, Hermione. Harry knows that it's perfectly safe. You worry too much," Ron said happily. Hermione only scowled.

"Fine, we'll use it. But if anything happens, I'm pinning the blame on both of you," Hermione said.

"Oh no, we're so scared," Ron chuckled. His laughter was cut short, however, when Hermione suddenly whipped out her wand from her back pocket.

"Hermione? I was only kidding!"

"Shhhh," Hermione hissed, putting her finger to her lips.

"What's wrong?" Harry whispered.

"I heard something outside."

"It's probably just your imagination," Ron said. He began to laugh again, but was silenced by a swift glare from Hermione.

"I'm going to check things out. It could be one of the teachers. Hold on, one second." She said these words in a rush, and then disappeared out the door.

"She's crazy," Ron whispered.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside. Ron ran to the door just as Hermione yelled, "Incarcerous!"

Harry raced outside, following Ron. They ran to the other side of the house to find a flustered Hermione standing over Draco Malfoy. He was tied up in a long and sturdy rope, thanks to the Incarcerous spell.

"What did you do, Mudblood?" Malfoy yelled. "Untie me right now, or I'll call Professor Snape!"

"Don't call her a Mudblood," Ron said, his eyes narrowed in disgust.

"It's fine, Ron," Hermione reassured him.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"What do you think, Potter? I saw you guys leaving to cause some trouble. I'm sure Snape would love to know what you're up to."

The trio eyed each other, carefully.

"We were just taking care of Hagrid's house. We have a heart, unlike you," Hermione said.

"Ha! You think I'm about to buy that rubbish? I heard you guys talking the whole way here. So, Potter, where's that portkey?"

"You're insane, Malfoy," Ron said.

"It beats being poor," Malfoy sneered.

"Harry, what do we do now?" Hermione asked.

"Do you know any mind erasing charms?" Harry asked her.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, but they could easily go out of control."

"Aww, is the Mudblood concerned about my safety? How sweet."

"You, be quiet!" Hermione snapped, leveling her wand at Malfoy.

Malfoy shut his mouth, but still wore that awful sneer on his face.

"We'll have to take him with us," Harry decided. "Hagrid will know what to do."

Hermione and Ron nodded as Malfoy complained loudly.

"There is no way you I'm going with you three! It's kidnapping! You'll be arrested! Sent to Azkaban! How I'll love to see the three of you rotting away in there."

"You were the one that was snooping," Ron said angrily.

"Ron, don't bother with him," Hermione said. She turned around to face Malfoy, raised her wand, and cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Malfoy was raised a foot of the ground, which made him yell even more. "Put me down this instance! Azkaban! You'll go there! You'll rot!"

The three wizards ignored Malfoy's threats and made their way back inside, a levitated Malfoy following close behind. Ron closed the door behind him, and they all turned to stare at the portkey.

"Ready?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded, and grabbed onto Harry's robe. Ron put a hand on Hermione's arm, and bent down to grab Malfoy's ropes.

"One, two, three!" Harry touched the capsule, and instantly felt a feeling of weightlessness overcome him. The world started to spin rather fast, and he felt as though he was being thrown into a tornado. There was a terrible shaking, and roaring sound in his ear, and then darkness as he slipped into unconscious.

Had the three of them searched Hagrid's table a little more, they would have found a note on the table, right next to an old green plate. The note read:

Harry, Hermione, and Ron,

Just so you aren't scouring the table for the right object, this plate is the portkey that will take you to London. DO NOT USE THE RED AND WHITE CAPSULE. That's a very dangerous portkey that Dumbledore is coming to pick up on Sunday. He'll be taking it for safe keeping. I hope to see you soon.