01 Reincarnation

Harry Potter’s A Better Life Ch1: - Reincarnation

 

Harry Potter had lived for 35 years, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he should stick around for the next 80-100, or even if he wanted too.

He had to admit this much, Dumbledore knew what he was doing when he was making a self-sacrificing martyr out of him, and he had done a damn good job of it too, even from beyond the grave. From a young age the Dursleys always blamed every single significant or insignificant thing on him and his ‘freakishness’, all throughout his earlier formative years, he had believed them, and it actually got worse once he got to Hogwarts, absolutely everything that went wrong, that he was aware of, he blamed himself, from Ron’s poor grades to the constant bickering between him and Hermione and eventually the many deaths that resulted from the War with Voldemort, he had eventually figured out that sometimes, bad things happened to good people with no rhyme nor reason behind it, but that was only after he had walked straight to his death at Voldemort’s hands in the Forbidden Forest. It wasn’t until much later that he found out that he was not supposed to survive that night, that Dumbledore’s plan had Voldemort being crushed by the dozens of people who were saddened by his death and wanted revenge, honestly, when he had read that in the headmaster’s journal he almost brought the house down around him in his anger.

 

But that was far from the end of Dumbledore’s manipulations, the Weasleys, who he had often said were a surrogate family to him, every single one of them, except the twins and Arthur who died in the final battle, were bought and paid for using his own money, they merely acted as if they liked him, but it was nothing but greed. If that wasn’t enough, the more bloodthirsty order members were given covert orders from Dumbledore that resulted in Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Tonks being killed by ‘friendly fire’, removing the few true anchors he still had to the world, even worse was the fact that Luna was the first woman he had sex with, sure it was more a mutual stress relief than anything else but he still cared for her more then most other people. When he found out that the only people he cared for that were still alive were mere actors and greedy bastards after the war, he couldn’t cope, he disappeared from wizarding Britain.

 

Harry explored the world for 18 years, learning many kinds of magic under various tutors, though he excelled in elemental and mind magics, but he felt as if his purpose was gone, after all, he had no friends, no family, and his destiny was complete, he tried from time to time to socialise with other people but the damage caused by the Dursleys’ mistreatment and the war made it all but impossible to find any common ground with anyone, sure there were a few drunken one night stands here and there but that was about it.

 

Eventually whispers of a new British Dark Lord brought him back to England, but once he was there he found out that the Weasleys and the other order members had caught wind of the fact that he had been training around the world and used it to their advantage, they had launched a smear campaign against him by employing the aid of a very eager Rita Skeeter, needless to say after 10 or so years of the press constantly badmouthing him almost everyone was convinced that he was the next coming of Voldemort, hell even those who had launched the smear campaign in the first place had started to believe their own tripe. Harry knew that now he was in England that there would be no getting out so he erected a Fidelius charm over the Potter Manor and hid there, he knew that he was more then capable of taking down anyone that went after him, but he also knew that he didn’t want to give the ignorant masses any ‘proof’ that he was, in fact, an evil son of a bitch, problem is, after the first few weeks he was going stir-crazy being cooped up in the manor, sure he had lived 10 years in a cupboard but he had had complete freedom for the last 17 years and he wasn’t adjusting to captivity as well as he thought he would. 

 

For a few days Harry simply dug through the various tomes in the Potter Library before he came upon the journals of his Great, great, great great, great Uncle Tobias Potter, apparently he was something of a scholar in Soul Magic in his day, hell there were a few things in those journals that Harry hadn’t found anywhere else on the planet, though to be fair he wasn’t exactly looking for material on soul magic, then again, knowing how slowly the wizarding world changed and adapted, this was probably the most up to date material on soul magic that there was. Harry knew he’d never touch anything that had anything to do with immortality but when he saw a ritual called Phoenix’s Rebirth he had to take a look.

 

The ritual didn’t have anything to do with immortality, rather it allowed someone to keep their memories as they reincarnated, though only once every time the ritual was enacted, though there was no knowing where, when or as what the soul would reincarnate into, and the ritual required the users life force to be used properly i.e. the user dies when the ritual is finished, but honestly, Harry thought that he would probably end up killing himself sooner or later if he had to remain in this blasted manor for the rest of his life, so he got to work.

Harry knew that there would be no 2^nd chances at this ritual, so he spent 6 months making absolutely sure that he had everything perfect, he wasn’t stupid enough to rely on his great uncle’s journals alone so he activated Tobias Potter’s portrait and made absolutely sure that he was doing everything correctly, even resorting to using a little known spell that forces magical AI’s to tell the truth.

 

In the end there were no animal sacrifices because the users life force was more then enough to fix the user’s memories to it’s soul, there was just a hell of a lot of magically charged chalk (potion required to imbue chalk with magical energy that is good enough for rituals), a few of the larger family Diamonds to use as focusing stones and a litre of his own blood.

 

Finally, it was done, it had taken 5 hours and 20 sticks of chalk but the arcane circles were finally complete, Harry stripped all of his clothes and gave them and his wand to one of the Family House Elves, he wouldn’t be needing them anymore, before he started to recite the incantation necessary

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sic EGO may cultus vos in meus novus vita x3

 

(AN translation reads

 

Hear me my Goddess

 

Branwyn of Love

 

Rhiannon of War

 

Keridwen of Wisdom               

                                          

Allow my mind to enter the gates of Time

 

So I may worship you in my new life

 

Yes I know that might not be the proper grammar in Latin but I don’t know Latin, I just used an online translation bot, if anyone would like to give me the proper version I’d appreciate it)

 

Every time Harry repeated the chant the light in the room changed colours, first white, then red, black, and when he finished, blinding green. When the green light disappeared, all that was left of Harry was a mummified husk; his soul was long gone, with his memories firmly latched onto it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Phoenix Log, 12/5/’82, Finally, after 13 months of work and 8 failed attempts, we have a subject that has survived past the stage of the onset of puberty, though considering the fact that the Leviathan’s bloodline shows strongly in the project, the subject has very pale blue finely scaled skin, slit eyes and a long reptilian tail, it is doubtful that Giovanni will want G-09, still, at least now we know what we were doing wrong before and can fix it in G-10, but I will be keeping G-09 around, after all, who knows when a male body with the physical prowess of a Leviathan will come in handy? Sebastian out.”

 

 “Phoenix Log, 13/9/’82,  subject G-09 has been showing an abnormal amount of brain activity lately, especially since I informed Saya, my Alaka-wham, to make sure all of the projects had no brain function beyond involuntary things like heartbeat etc., stranger still, ever since the brain activity started Saya has been unable to access the project’s mind, she reports that something is blocking her attempts and it is not like a Dark-types immunity to psychic probing, rather it feels as if there is a wall made of the strongest of shields barring her from entry, very curious. Project G-10 is developing nicely and is around the physical age of a 10 year old boy, he also appears to be a 10 year old boy version of Giovanni to the slightest detail, even though he is far stronger now then Giovanni was in his prime, before the cancer started to get to him. Sebastian out.”

 

“Phoenix Log, 24/10/’82, Both subjects G-09 and G-10 are now in their teenage years, though G-09 in it’s late teens and G-10 in the early teens, thank god for accelerated maturation rates of the clones or this would have taken a life time to grow. More unusual brain activity from subject G-09, and surprisingly enough it is not the kind of activity expected from a young child, which is what it should have been if G-09 had developed a consciousness of its own, rather, it is like the brain activity of a male adult, with a few slight differences, it took a while but a figured out that the differences were common in human male subjects that I had previously dissected that were members of Vale academy, though it wasn’t until Saya mentioned something about parasites that I figured it out, some kind of entity had entered G-09 and taken the body as it’s own! As curious as this is I have decided that it’s probably best if G-09 is terminated, because right now, it’s a security risk. Sebastian out”

 

 

‘So, the scientist has finally figured it out? I was wondering how long it would take for him to realise that I’m more then I should be,’ Harry thought to himself as he listened in on Sebastian’s latest recording of his progress report using a nifty little spell from when he was still Harry Potter. Harry had awoken in a body far older then he expected a month ago, but all it took was some subtle legillimency on the males in the lab to figure out what was going on, as well as everything the rocket scientists knew about this world, and it’s inhabitants. To be honest Harry had nearly had a heart attack when he found out about pokegirls, hell he probably would have in his original body, but as he was quickly finding out, his new body was vastly superior to the old one, Heh, to think that the majority of the female population on the planet are creatures with extraordinary, and sometimes unbelievable powers, and that all but a few of them required regular sex to stay sane, he was in a pervert’s paradise, sure he respected women a fair bit more then most of the ass wipes in Team Rocket, but he was not above the typical teenage fantasy of having a harem, he was definitely looking forward to his new life in this world, but first, he had to get out of here, he saw nothing wrong with taking this body, after all, he had heard from the head scientist that his boss wouldn’t even want it, and he did have the other one that wasn’t quite ready yet, meh, it would be in a couple of months.

 

Sebastian watched as G-09’s eyes snapped open revealing slit emerald green eyes that glowed with an inner power before what appeared to be a wave of magical energy blasted from G-09’s body, shattering the analysis tank and sending the glass flying towards the scientists, Saya used her telekinesis to halt the glass shards in mid-air before launching them back at G-09, who grinned before being enveloped in a dome of green flames, ‘such masterful control over his Dragon Breath attack already?’ Sebastian thought to himself in wonder as he watched the shards of glass be annihilated by the potent flames.

 

‘Hehe, this is far from the best I can do, my mastery over all fire extends to the dragon’s breath but I’m not finished with you guys yet,’ Harry thought to himself as he made the fire dome dissipate before concentrating the ice element energy in his body into his right hand and launching an Ice Beam at the only person there who was capable of keeping him from escaping, the Alaka-wham.

 

Saya threw up a Barrier but the Ice Beam went straight through it, the Barrier didn’t do the slightest bit of difference, Saya managed to Teleport out of the way, right into another Ice Beam attack, which froze her Right arm and most of her Torso, from Harry who had used his Legillimency to predict her movements, because the magic of Legillimency was unfamiliar to her she was powerless against it, not to mention the fact that the first one was an illusion, but since it was magical in nature Saya couldn’t tell until the last moment.

 

‘Fire, Ice and precognition, I’ve created something that will be tough to beat, and that’s assuming that those are the only abilities he has,’ Sebastian thought to himself as he watched Saya get half of herself frozen by that Ice Beam.

 

Harry raised his hands and parts of the roof seemingly liquefied as globs of metal floated down into the air surrounding Harry in a defensive formation before they shot at ultra-sonic speeds towards Saya in groups of three or four, it was taking all of her concentration to use her telekinesis to make sure her brains weren’t splattered all over the wall behind her so she never noticed Harry disappearing from his former position with a soft pop and reappear behind her with his left hand full of green flames which he promptly launched at her back, sending her slamming into the opposite wall and knocking her unconscious.

 

“Tsk, tsk, all lab work and no training makes for a weak Alaka-wham apparently,” Harry said to himself as he shook his head, he barely even noticed the fact that his 4 wings were extended for the first time and that they were holding him aloft, he had always felt more at home in the air after all. Harry moved towards the hole in the ceiling before shouting back to the scientists below, “Thanks for the body guys, I’ve taken it for a test run and I’ve decided to keep it, thank Giovanni for me will you?” as he flew out and away from the Team Rocket base somewhere near Mt Moon to Phallus Town, he had gotten the impression from the scientists that Professor Stroak was about as anti-Rocket as they came, not to mention that he was one of the leading researchers in Pokegirls right now and would likely have the facilities to get him set up for his own pokegirl journey.

 

 

Harry had flown at high altitudes (to avoid territorial flying types) for over 5 hours and considering the fact that his body was actually pretty new to this kind of punishment, its actually surprising that he held out as long as he did before he couldn’t help himself and fell asleep, anyone who had known Harry over the last few years of his former life knew that he was impossible to wake when he didn’t feel like waking up so the rushing winds and the tumbling through the air were all slept through, though he did moan a little when he crashed into a bale of hay just outside Professor Stroak’s barn at 6 in the morning. The crash succeeded in waking Professor Stroak and most of the nearby pokegirls though.

 

“What in God’s name?!” Alphonse Mahogany Stroak yelled as he sprang up in his bed, though his bed mate, Maryanne, a Titmouse 20 years younger then him, just moaned a little at having her bed warmer taken from her before she rolled over and went back to sleep, Stroak rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, his alpha always had been notoriously hard to wake, it usually took the feel of his cock in her still tight pussy to get her to wake, not that he was complaining, despite being 54 he had always enjoyed the measures he took to get her out of bed

The door slammed open as Rita, a Vaporita, ran into his room before loudly exclaiming, “Alphonse! Someone just crash landed in the Hay bale next to the barn! I’m not sure but a couple of the Pidgys were sitting on the roof at the time and they told me that she came from pretty high up, like clouds high!”

 

“We’d better get her into the infirmary and make sure she’s ok then,” Alphonse replied quickly before throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt, “where’s Anastasia? We might need her help with the patient.”

 

“She’s over at the Dragon preserve helping with a birthing, there’s no way she’ll get here in time,” Rita answered before she thought to herself ‘pity, cause a Dragoness would really come in handy if it’s a feral.’

 

“Darn it, really bad timing,” Alphonse muttered to himself as he thought along the same lines as Rita.

 

When they arrived at the hay bale and made way for themselves through the various pokegirls who had come over to take a look they were shocked to find that their patient was not female, but male, and that said male was currently snoring his head off, perfectly fine.

“Huh, what do ya know, a guy who can fly that isn’t a squishy, never seen that before,” Rita remarked to herself as she looked at the, rather attractive in her opinion, male, fine dragon scales, a long leathery tail and four dragon-like wings, he had short slightly spiky white hair and a strange symbol on his chest that appeared to be tattooed there, it was a emerald green tattoo that had three thin ovals intersecting with each other within a larger circle (the symbol from Charmed), he was also bare butt naked so she was able to see that, even though currently soft, he was way above average, probably 10 to 11 inches at full mast.

 

“Stop gawping and help me take him inside will you?” Alphonse said to her in a slightly ticked tone of voice, he was well aware of what she was doing.

 

“Ok, ok, no need to get snippy, geez,” Rita muttered to herself as they both grabbed one of his shoulders and threw it over their backs and they both walked him inside onto one of the beds in the infirmary, he was still snoring, though the volume had decreased by a fair margin, to be fair he was in a rather awkward position when he landed.

 

“(sigh) Ok, you stay here and watch over him, I’ve got to get Maryanne out of bed,” Alphonse said with a slight perverted grin on his face as he walked back up the stairs to his room and his ever hard-to-wake Titmouse.

 

“Typical, she sleeps through everything and she’s still the one who gets tamed first,” Rita muttered to herself with a slight pout on her face, she wasn’t really jealous though, the harem had long since ironed out any kinks that needed ironing out, and to be honest, she liked being part of Alphonse’s harem, especially in this league where she would have likely been tossed aside by any other tamer when she got the scar on her left arm which limited movement a little, not too much but it was enough to rule out of any real fights. Rita grabbed a magazine, judging by the fact that the new guy slept through his fall and the loud moans that started to echo from upstairs, she was going to be here for a while.

 

 

(5 hours later)

 

“(Yaaaaaawwwwwwnnnnnn),” Harry yawned as he stretched, though once his mind kicked into gear he slapped his forehead, “Stupid, stupid, stupid, you know better then to fall asleep when you’re flying, stupid!”

 

As Harry continued to call himself stupid Rita woke up from the light sleep she had been in with a small yawn then proceeded to watch as the new arrival berated himself, honestly if he were any other guy she had seen before then he would have been a squishy pancake outside so he really should have been taking the fact that he was alive as a plus. “Hey, you ok?” she asked, making his head snap towards her, honestly his gaze was really intense with those glowing green eyes of his.

 

“Where am I?” he asked, far more politely then was normal for how a human spoke to a pokegirl, then again, looking at him, she bet he was foreign, after all, there was no way he would have survived growing up as a type 3 pokeboy in the Indigo League, more often then not they’re killed in one way or another by their 13^th birthday, he was probably from the blue league (what remains of the UK) judging by his accent.

 

“You’re in Professor Stroak’s lab, or more specifically, his lab’s infirmary,” she replied, he then groaned, muttering about having spent more then enough time in hospitals, thank you very much, “Hey what’s your name, mine’s Rita.”

 

“It’s Harrison, Harry to my friends, nice to meet you Rita,” Harry replied as he sat up.

 

“Ah, ah, we’ll have none of that young man, you’re not getting out of bed until I deem you perfectly healthy,” Prof. Stroak ordered as he walked into the room before he turned to Rita, “Oh, Maryanne is in the kitchen, get something from her for our guest will you?”

 

“Mmmnn, ‘k,” Rita replied before she stood up, stretched, and headed for the kitchen.

 

“Now, would you prefer Harrison, or Harry,” “Harry,” “Ok then Harry, if you would just extend your wings behind you so that I can make sure you didn’t sprain any of the muscles or break any bones during your fall.”

 

“(sigh) sure,” Harry started to spread his wings back before he hissed at a painful sensation in the joint for his bottom right wing, Stroak was able to tell which one pained him because it wasn’t moving in sync with the others, he quickly moved around and started gently feeling at the joint.

 

“Thought so, it’s dislocated,” Stroak then gripped the bone connected directly to the joint in both hands in a very firm grip, “Now, on the count of three I’m going to pop this bone back in, it’ll be painful so I suggest you brace yourself Harry. Now, One … Two,” POP, “Aaahhh!”

“Three.”

 

“(Sigh) I thought you said on three,” Harry accused him, though he had an idea as to why the trick was necessary.

 

“On three you would have tensed and made the procedure many times more difficult and painful, it’s an old doctor trick that has been used since early pre-sukebe times, now, I want you to keep that wing tucked to your body for the next few days, and absolutely no flying,” Stroak started before Harry interrupted him.

 

“Can’t I just withdraw it?” he asked.

 

“No, metamorphic appendages only heal when they are manifested,” Stroak answered before looking at him with a raised eyebrow, “you can do that?”

 

“Yeah, just the wings though, can’t do the tail,” Harry told him, getting the vibe that the professor was shocked he could do it at all, limitations or no.

 

“How strange, there’s never been anyone with the Pokeboy gene that was been able to control their metamorphic abilities, admittedly there haven’t been many that have taken traits from metamorphic pokegirls, but still,” Harry decided to cut him off before he started to go into what he used to call Hermione’s research mode, the guy had the same look in his eye and everything.

 

“I’m not exactly what you’d call a normal pokeboy, ya see…” Harry then proceeded to tell hem the basics of his original life, the Phoenix’s Rebirth ritual and how his new body came to be, he had been using subtle Legillimency on Stroak since he had first showed up and Harry knew that, while he was a scholar at heart, he would definitely be able to keep this secret.

 

“I see, that’s certainly an interesting story, and yes I do believe you, frankly something like that is too ridiculous to be anything but true, especially seeing as you would have been well documented had you been naturally born into this world in that body,” Stroak told him before going over a couple of key aspects of the story in his mind, “I never really did like Gendo Giovanni, and I’m not all that surprised that he is the leader of Team Rocket, (sigh) unfortunately, even as well connected as I am, should I ever speak out about it, all I’ll be doing is painting a bull’s eye on my forehead and inviting a slander campaign.”

 

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Harry replied before he remembered something, “Umm, you wouldn’t happen to have some clothes I could borrow, would you?”

 

Stroak gave a short laugh before replying, “I’ve still got most of Auron’s clothes from when he was around that age, I suppose I could lend you few sets, so long as you promise to take care of them. Though I will have to get Maryanne to customize them a little so that you can fit your wings and tail.”

 

“I’ll only need them until I bring in a big enough bounty so that I can get some of my own clothes,” Harry reassured him, there were a lot of menace level pokegirls out there after all.

 

“If that’s the case we’ll have to get you signed up as a tamer, since ordinary civilians aren’t authorized to bring in bounties, and I’ll have to set you up with some official records or the Jennies will be really cranky with me,” Stroak informed him before he called for Rita, asking what was taking so long with that lunch.

 

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that Al, Maryanne just picked my brains for everything I knew about Harry here,” Rita said as she entered the room with two of Maryanne’s locally famous sub sandwiches and two cups of water one of which she immediately put on the table next to Harry’s bed, the other on the bench next to the Prof., Harry took a bite out of the end of the sub and moaned in his throat, he hadn’t had a sub this good in over 10 years.

 

While their guest was occupied with Maryanne’s sub Stroak whispered a few instructions into Rita’s ear, telling her to set up a tamer’s profile, test, equipment pack, Pokeballs, and to get a couple of Auron’s pairs of darker jeans, a jacket or two and some boxers and get Maryanne to modify them so that they’d fit Harry, Rita nodded and left to get everything set up. Meanwhile the two guys enjoyed their lunch and talked about various subjects…

 

 

(1 hour later)

 

After Rita brought the modified jeans and boxers, which Harry thanked her for and put them on, Harry followed Stroak into his computer Lab where they compiled a history, entirely fictional of course, but there were a few things of note, like the fact that Harry’s ‘legal’ name was now Harrison Orion Stroak, according to the file he was a distant relative of the good professor, of course it was complete bullshit, but it would explain, to anyone who got curious, why Prof. Stroak had agreed to handle any bounties or feral sales for him. The file also said that he had the blood curses of pokeboy type 3 (though the file claimed that he was the son of a Frostwhelp rather then a Leviathan) and Longevity while having the blood gifts of ice and fire manipulation and dragon skin, making him one of the more non-human males on file from that alone, but it was better than the truth. When that was done they set up Harry’s tamer profile which looks like this: -

 

Name: Harrison (Harry) Orion Stroak
Age: 17
Height: 6’2”
Eyes: Green
Hair: White
Next of Kin: Prof. Alphonse Mahogany Stroak
SLC: 0
Exp: Civilian
Tamer License: N
Storage License: N
Master License: N
Researcher License: N
Breeder License: N
ALPHA: N/A
#2: N/A
#3: N/A
#4: N/A
#5: N/A
#6: N/A
NC(non-combatant): N/A – NOT YET PURCHASED

 

Nothing impressive yet of course, but after a little research on Harry’s part and a couple of tests he would have the Tamer, Storage and Researcher Licenses, the tamer one would be easy and he was going to take it in a couple of minutes but Harry planned on sticking around for a week so that he would be able to do some research and take the Storage and Researcher tests so that he would be able to be both a Pokegirl Tamer with storage rights and a Watcher, though mainly the former, the latter was mostly for a higher security clearance and because it was expected of a relative of Professor Stroak, not that he wouldn’t send his observations back to the professor to aid in his research, he fully intended to actually.

 

(1 hour later)

 

Harry had just taken his tamer’s test, passed it with flying colors, and received his tamer equipment consisting of 5 Pokéballs, a belt to put them on, a pack, a Pokédex, a book titled ‘Taming for Dummies’ and congratulations before Stroak requested that harry follow him into another room where several different pokégirls were lounging around a pool, they all appeared to be untrained and pretty much what would be expected for a new tamer. Harry scanned them all with his Pokédex and found that they were all at level five, though there were a few different species and they encompassed most types as well: -

 

 

As Harry gave a low whistle at the wide selection Stroak remarked, “We just got a new batch of starter girls in yesterday, so you’ve got quite the selection to choose from.”

 

“Hmmm,” Harry brought his left hand up to his chin as he scrolled through the ‘dex entries of the starter girls to make the best choice, he was quiet for nearly 3 minutes before he finally made a decision, “Ok, Prof. I’ll take the …”