Unown Stories

You wake up in a strange place, you don't remember anything. All of a sudden you hear a high pitched ringing and you start mindlessly walking down a path with several other people. You all finally reach a building and they make you a new name and show you around, but you can only spectate.

Harry Potter was a special child. But not for the reasons the Wizarding World were intent on making him. His connection to magic was far more in-tune than his peers yet at the same time it was separated. Like his Magic adored his Soul, but his Soul felt adverse to his Magic. It was odd. Until it wasn't anymore. He'd been fixated, obsessed even, with unlocking his Animagus form ever since he discovered their existence. His instincts telling him that once he did it would solve all his questions towards the inherent sense of wrongness he felt. However suddenly, Harry isn't sure if he was ever really human. And if he wasn't then did he really belong in this world in the first place? [ Harry Potter x Pokémon Crossover]

This is a story of a shiny Growlithe from the hisui region (not finished) Image isnt mine it belongs to the rightful owners. This is an orignal creepypasta story I made up in my head because why not? Just ask if you want to use it, you know, the usual copyright claim stuff.