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Harry Potter sat in the boot cupboard under the stairs in the middle of the night after having been tossed into it after another bout of freakishness. The tiny five year old was managing a smile as he pressed buttons and whispered conversations to six little devices.
These were what are called Digivices, a new toy that combined the fun of having a pet with the action of a videogame, if you listened to the commercials. These digital pets were also referred to as digital monsters, or Digimon for short. Apparently, when you open the device and first activate it you get to choose between five eggs to hatch a digimon from, and that is where Dudley started to mess up.
When you hatch the digimon, you have to feed, play, and clean up after it, none of which Dudley did right. He always played the wrong type of game from the critter’s mood, he always over fed the poor thing, and he never cleaned up after it. So, despite Dudley forcing the critter to transform, or digivolve as the device claims, the monster was never as strong or as happy as it should be. Dudley would force his digimon to fight his friends’ and he would lose every time, before he would walk home. Dudley would continue to throw tantrums about how his friends cheat or the device gave him the wrong monster, all the way up til the digimon died and reverted to its egg form.
This was simply how the digivice would reset itself. The digimon wouldn’t hatch again until the person cleaned up the creature’s areas. Dudley never did, and always complained that the device froze and was useless, causing him to throw it away and complain till his parents got him a different one.
And that is how Harry ended up with all six of the different digivices, and one of each of the separate digimon, including the special Arcadiamon digivice, which was Dudley’s attempt at cheating against the other kids, until they still beat him and he continued to throw tantrums about failing. Dudley had neglected and killed off each and every one of these guys, and never tried to learn anything about it. The one time Harry tried to explain how Dudley could do better, he was beaten up for telling Dudley how to do something, so instead, Harry just stole the devices away when Dudley would throw them away.
During the night, Harry would spend an hour or two caring for the little digital critters before going to bed, he cleaned their areas, and coaxed the digimon out of their eggs, and spoke to them like they were able to hear him. It always helped that the little critters, even the dark one, acted out randomly every once and a while, making them look like they could hear him when he talked to them.
Harry always enjoyed talking to each of them as if they were his friends, and eventually started to talk with them like they were his family. Each of them having been abused by the Dursleys, which was technically true, these six critters that he was secretly caring for, were raised, abused, and eventually killed by Dudley. Which after the thought went through his head once, it always snuck back in. The fear that if he was unable to do what they said, Vernon would one day pick him up and throw him to the wall, where he would crack and shatter.
Harry eventually would share this fear with his six little friends, one week from his sixth birthday, as he cried all the way up till midnight, sharing his fears that his relatives were going to kill him at some point, and there wouldn’t be someone there to pick him up and nurture him back to health like he had these little critters.
Harry barely missed as the six digital creatures that he had poured his heart out to, also began to cry.
Harry’s magic had already reached out to these devices, every night as he spoke with them throughout the time since this all started last Christmas. His simple wish for them to be alive and his friends, till now, as his wish evolved into being able to be saved from his apparently inevitable fate.
As Harry cried himself to sleep that night, forgetting to turn off the digivices as he hugged them for some form of comfort, he was surrounded by ones and zeroes as they floated around him and began to form a circular hole beneath him that pulled him in.
=-=-=Five Years Later=-=-=
Dumbledore was nervous as he took the Hogwarts letter from Minerva. It had been some time since he had any hope of finding Harry Potter, after the literal wreck losing him had been.
Five years before, Harry had upped and vanished from his home in Privet Drive and caused all of his tracker gizmos to fail. He no longer knew where Harry was and only knew he was alive thanks to the Goblins, who only told him because he had hoped to gain access to the vaults. And Albus has regretted that attempt to this day.
Albus was hoping to enact James’ will for one of the bequeathments to finally get Rolanda to calm down about upgrading the brooms, although he himself was working on how to break the terrible news to the public, specifically Minerva, without everyone jumping to conclusions. So, Albus hadn’t expected for the goblins to throw him out and accuse him of attempting to steal from Harry.
The next thing he knew, the keys he was keeping safe for Harry were destroyed while in his pocket, he received several letters that told him about the closure for several vaults, including the bride vault for Ginevra Weasley. Since it was started by him and not Harry’s parents, it was invalidated and closed, the money returned, and him and Molly being charged for theft as the apparently fake betrothal contract was used as proof of this. Albus tried to argue against everything, he was Harry Potter’s guardian, and he only wanted the boy to be happy after all.
That was also something that dug his hole deeper, as the goblins revealed that he failed to have the Potters’ wills read, and in fact had them sealed to never be read. This caused outrage among the populace, because their leader of the light was breaking laws and dishonoring the heroes that stopped the dark lord.
The choice over the wills were taken out of his hands when Fudge decided to step in and correct the issue. And that revealed more, seeing as the wills exonerated Sirius Black. Clear evidence that Bagnold, Crouch, and Dumbledore were guilty of false imprisonment and kidnapping when the wills explained how Peter was the secret keeper, and the only reason to not let Sirius be free was because the man was a Black, and he was the legal guardian of Harry Potter.
So now, Albus had to fight to keep his position as headmaster, despite losing his other two titles and his order of Merlin being questioned. Yeah, that was another headache, because somehow, the Daily Prophet was able to get the details of where he placed Harry, and how the boy was treated.
Rita Skeeter had somehow gotten the address of the Dursleys, found out Harry had lived in a cupboard under the stairs, and even found out the boy was abused. The Dursleys were apparently frustrated over losing the freak that did all the chores, claiming he used his freakishness to run away, and that all three hoped he was dead and if he was returned, he could look forward to beatings and no food.
It was as if fate was working to punish him for some perceived insult with how everything was timed just perfectly for things to fall into place like that. Sirius was still demanding his godson be returned to him. And both public and private, he was blamed for everything going wrong.
Albus only wanted Harry safe, he understood that the boy would either have to, or die anyway, for Tom to be vanquished. So the boy deserved to enjoy his childhood without being treated like he was some spectacle. With the betrothal contract, he would know love before he had to meet his fate, and of course Harry wouldn’t be against helping to support the girl that showed him that love.
No one was willing to listen to him as much as they had before the boy’s disappearance.
And now, Minerva was explaining to him that their last hope at locating Harry had failed. “Minerva, there is one more slight chance. Fawkes, do you think you could get this letter to Harry?”
Albus’ trusty phoenix looked slightly offended. Albus had asked him a couple times to take him to Harry, but Fawkes had been unable to flame anywhere but the office for some reason. Albus could only guess their magic was protecting them by resisting the travel destination.
The method of phoenix travel was rarely able to be studied, but with a good number of years under his belt of studying it through experience, as well as from what his own teacher, Nicholas Flamel, had worked out alongside him. A phoenix could travel anywhere with their flames, but if the location it entered was inhospitable, such as if it traveled to space, the phoenix’s magic would just cause a burning day and it would pop back up in the previous location as a chick.
With a passenger however, such as Albus, their magic could pull the phoenix back from harm early enough that they would just be a bit sick rather than having a burning day. Wherever Harry was, was dangerous. After this was revealed to the order, it was Sirius, who Albus had to truly bargain with to remain a part of their group, that brought a decent response after they all mulled it over.
Edward Tonks, his muggle born cousin-in-law, had devised a theory after being given the information, that it was mostly the method of travel that was the problem. Harry could have used a special kind of travel to allow him to survive the trip, possibly in the form of accidental magic to get away from his abusive relatives.
So, now they had to hope that a letter could make the rest of the trip wherever Harry was through Fawkes, the phoenix being confident enough to know where Harry was, but unable to complete the trip due to the other side being unlivable. So as Minerva allowed Fawkes to take the letter in his beak, both Headmaster and Deputy watched as Fawkes flew up and back, spreading his wings before the phoenix snapped his eyes open as he was coated in flames before corkscrewing forward as the flames looked more like a drill, before it met the wall and began to battle with the safety wards of Hogwarts.
Albus’ eyes widened in shock as he felt Fawkes pull on his own magic as well. This wasn’t the first time that Albus questioned just where Harry was, but it was the first time he questioned just how powerful the boy must have truly been with just how much it took Fawkes to get a letter to reach him.
As the flames dispersed, a phoenix made of flame spread its wings before it dispersed and left a small chick falling. Albus was quick to catch his loyal friend as he fell, both teachers crossing their fingers in hope that Fawkes was successful.
=-=-=Through the Digital Wall=-=-=
Harry Potter was wearing black jeans, red sneakers, an emerald green shirt, with a dark blue blazer. His eyes and scar were problems of the past after he came here to the digital world. Something had tried to hitch a ride with him when he made the trip, but the specter didn’t have the strength to survive the change into data to survive the digital world, leaving it to die. Seraphmon had been able to decipher the residue was parasitic so Harry felt no loss there.
After a meeting with Datamon, he no longer needed glasses, and he now had a cool bracer for his left arm for his six digivices, though now they were upgraded.
When Harry had first arrived, he had panicked until his six digimon surrounded him and explained everything. Apparently, the digivices that humans made had managed to make a connection to their world. Some digimon just wanted to meet human friends, and so they allowed the connections, but there will always be the neglectful or cruel owners. The cruel ones were easily ignored, seeing as they were only cruel to other humans they bullied, but the neglectful ones weren’t so easily dealt with.
So, the ones that were neglected were pulled away from their devices and nothing but an image of their egg was sent, and that is the reason Harry was watched by them.
Six times Dudley had proven neglectful and spoiled, and each time Harry had saved and nursed the trust back into the little digimon, forging a bond strong enough to draw in his magic, and pull the boy into their world when he poured his heart out to the little things.
Ever since, Harry has been growing up guided and taught by Digimon, his family of six little friends had pulled him into their family in a world where he could be safe and loved. There were plenty of digimon that teased him of course, and several that simply didn’t like him all that much simply because he was a human.
But the ones that did like him, helped him greatly.
He mostly learned from Wizardmon after he got a staff made for him that synched with his core, made from Brown Digizoid. Harry was excited for each training session, though he on occasion got impatient for the more physical training with Leomon.
Harry had been promised by his teachers that when he was older, he could train with a physical weapon along with his magical one. Datamon even showed him the Digizoid Blade he would be able to use, a Black Digizoid weapon with a Blue Digizoid base. As soon as he was proficient with it, he could shift the Black digizoid metal into whatever weapon he needed, while the Blue digizoid enhanced his speed and kept the Black lightweight.
But that had to wait until he became big enough to actually work towards the strength to wield the blade. Gallantmon had even joked about giving him a shield made of Gold Digizoid for when he buffed up enough to wield both it and his sword.
These days, Harry dreamed of being a tall, broad shouldered hero that stood side by side with the Royal Knights. His six friends that both trained and lived with him would be right there with him, as he had not once failed to care for them. And all six were able to easily digivolve between a whole bunch of evolution trees after training to be able to do so from the knights when they chose to spare a minute of their time.
The biggest stress for the six was when they decided to fusion digivolve, to become Omnimon for example. It was tiring, and it even drained Harry a good deal to provide that bond energy as well. The six couldn’t form three fusions at once, but they could pull off two for five minute intervals, and one for twenty. Apparently, the bond energy from Harry was what his digimon partners used to keep themselves fused.
Wizardmon explained it better, Harry is just eleven, cut him some slack.
So, until Harry grew up big enough to become stronger, Wizardmon has been teaching him to be smarter. Teaching him to use a staff as both a weapon and magic conduit, more towards casting magic than swinging it like a club because Wizardmon refused to teach Harry how to be an Ogremon, which ironically was who Harry trained to use the staff as a club from. Wizardmon still facepalms whenever the green digimon popped up to goof around with Harry and his six digi friends. Thankfully, today was not one of those days as Wizardmon continued to explain more details of magic.
Harry Potter blinked as an envelope fluttered down in front of him, its edges singed slightly. “Hey, Wizardmon, you got any idea how this letter just popped up out of nowhere?”
Wizardmon blinked as he simply shrugged and began to use his magic to scan the letter. “It holds no magic, other than the residue of the flames of life that brought it here.”
As the two opened and read it, they decided to speak with everyone about the invite before they settled on a plan.
=-=-=Back in the Headmaster’s Office=-=-=
Albus sighed tiredly. Minerva had returned to her duties to the rest of the children coming to Hogwarts, but that didn’t stop other people from showing up.
Sirius Black was impatiently waiting for a response from Harry’s letter, and stated that he refused to leave until he either had one, or was sure there wouldn’t be one. Cornelius Fudge and his undersecretary, were also hoping to be there for a response, though they hopefully would run out of available time before the response came, if there was one. Mad-Eye Moody had shown up, mostly at Albus’ request in case someone other than Harry responded and started a fight. Severus had tried to be there, but after Sirius fought against his presence, he was forced out.
As everyone was sitting in extremely awkward silence, a green aura began to emit from the floor as it swirled into a more liquid appearance of ones and zeroes as someone was rising out of it.
Wizardmon sighed as he opened his eyes to see the humans that sent the letter. “Greetings humans, I am Wizardmon, which of you goes by the name Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore? My student and I have some questions about your school.”
Sirius was the first to get over the shock of whatever this guy thought he was. “Where is Harry? The letter was for my godson, not for you.”
Albus decided to get the answers quickly by using Legilimency, only for him to receive nothing but a wall of ones and zeroes that moved so fast, it left the old man with a headache and some nausea.
Wizardmon, after being confused slightly over what the magical probe the old man sent at him did, just turned to the man that spoke. “You mean Harry? I am aware of that, but the last time he was here in your world he was afraid those around him were going to kill him. So in order to ensure this is a peaceful invitation for scholarly advancement, I came first to speak with you in his stead. And I will judge your skill in teaching, and if he can indeed learn something from you, he will venture here to learn. We can always join him here to teach him anything he wants to learn from us, but he still needs to learn about his own race, that we can’t teach him due to how low tech this world is still. Those mediocre digivices were proof that your race has a long way to go after all.”
Wizardmon sighed in disappointment when the wizards around him looked confused about what he was talking about. Delores was trying to speak up about the apparent creature’s words, seeing Wizardmon as inferior for apparently not being human, Albus deciding to silence her and Fudge to keep them from screwing up their chances to bring Harry home.
Clearing his throat, Albus decided to reassure the creature. “We have already dealt with the threat to mister Potter’s health. The people I entrusted with his well-being were supposed to raise him with love, but after they failed, they were arrested and given trial for their crimes of harming a child. Harry Potter will now be cared for by his godfather, a man who was the same as a brother to his father, and loved him as a son even before the incident that took mister Potter’s parents from us all. He had been incapable before, but now he is free to raise Harry as the boy’s parents would wish for to happen.”
Wizardmon nodded as he gave Albus a bored look. “I asked if you were intelligent enough to actually teach my apprentice something, not if you had someone to raise him. You are either too stupid to teach him, so you decided to make excuses to get me to bring him here, or you lied in that letter about wanting to teach him.”
As Albus frowned at being called stupid, Sirius’ snickers stopped when Wizardmon looked even more frustrated at them. “Alright, if you saved Harry from those muggles, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Let me show you around the school and we can show you some of the things he will learn.”
=-=-=After Sirius made a Serious Impression=-=-=
Wizardmon would admit, he had his doubts in the beginning, the so-called headmaster was below par, the other three’s presence was baffling, and this Sirius fellow reminded him too much of Ogremon.
But then again, despite his spoken opinion, the digimon was a good influence on his apprentice.
Ogremon taught Harry something that Wizardmon had trouble teaching the boy, the skill of relaxing. Wizardmon was an intellectual who enjoyed relaxing by reading a good book and learning, but while Harry enjoyed learning and reading, he was a growing boy that wanted to spend his energy and freedom that he had been denied before he joined the digital world.
Ogremon was a goofball that enjoyed teaching Harry the proper way to rough house, noogies and all. And Harry was still learning to enjoy life despite what he had suffered, and Sirius would be able to teach Harry properly about his parents, who Wizardmon now knew didn’t die in a car crash, or were drunks as Harry had thought.
Wizardmon still feared that Harry believed too many things that the Dursleys ‘taught’ him.
So, Wizardmon was about to summon another warp to bring Harry on through so he could do some shopping with his godfather. “Your lessons here appear fascinating, so many simple uses, and the pace you have for them looks acceptable. So, I shall summon him so that we may prepare for his learning.”
Wizardmon tapped his staff on the floor within the Great Hall, the green portal forming exactly as it had before, before an eleven-year-old Harry Potter rose from it. Sirius blinked as the healthy and strong looking boy who looked similar to James, but with several key features that were distinctly Lily. Harry wasn’t wearing glasses like Albus claimed, and the scar was really close to no longer being visible, and he obviously dressed to impress.
Harry had his staff hanging off his back, but he now also had his Digizoid Blade as well. His teachers had decided it would be better to let Harry look the part of threatening, even if he didn’t know more than ‘point the shard end away from yourself.’
Sirius actually shed some tears as he matched everything from Harry’s face to each of his parents, Lily’s eye color and shape, Jame’s jawline and smile along with his untamable hair. And if he was guessing right, he even saw Grandma Dorea’s cheekbones and ears. Which were Black family traits that James hadn’t gotten.
That actually made Sirius feel closer to Harry.
Sirius failed to keep his composure as he moved forward and hugged Harry, crying into the boy’s shoulder, apologizing for failing him several times. Harry was confused as he wrapped his arms around the man hugging him before turning with a questioning look towards Wizardmon. “He is your godfather, he was illegally imprisoned for some reason and couldn’t care for you, which is why you were trapped at the Dursleys’. They all apparently missed you a good deal, and have dealt justice towards those criminals.”
Fudge, who had stuck around to force a meeting with Harry, stepped up to them. “Yes, I made sure that all illegal actions against your person five years ago were properly served justice.”
Harry nodded as he tried not to cower in front of these people.
As Fudge was blustering, Sirius was pulling himself together, Moody started to speak with Albus. “The boy is healthy, standing with a confident posture. I don’t think he knows how to wield his weapons as he would like us to think, but he obviously has been training.”
Albus huffed as he narrowed his eyes. “Harry shouldn’t have to have been trained at all.”
Alastor snorted right back, causing Albus to hesitate in grabbing his wand. If Alastor wasn’t going to back him up in a battle against this Wizardmon fellow, he couldn’t risk it. “This coming from the man that swears up and down that the dark lord isn’t fully dead? Whether Potter killed him or not, he still lived past that night while he was incapacitated. If you ask me, Potter needs all the training he can handle. And besides, the boy looks a little too carefree in his stance, like he would rather go goof off than be here listening to the minister babble.”
Albus took a moment to look over Harry once more, and was able to see the same thing Alastor saw, if to a lesser degree. “Fine, I will leave it be. But we must keep an eye on the boy, and when he shows any signs those creatures are manipulating him, we must act swiftly.”
Alastor grunted in annoyance. “Yeah, because the last thing a manipulator wants is for their victim to be manipulated by someone else.”
Albus frowned at Alastor in disappointment as the man walked away. Albus had been confronted by several people when he had tried to use the Potter fortune for just one thing, and he does recall that James left some money or brooms for Rolanda’s class, but apparently, Albus couldn’t enact the wills without Harry being present or dead. He couldn’t bring Harry, so when he thought Harry wasn’t alive it looked like he had attempted to murder the boy to claim his fortune, but Harry survived.
Now, Albus was the top candidate for the next Dark Lord, and Harry was his first victim. The old man swears that some death eaters played up their interactions with him just to play along with the accusations to ruin his reputation further.
Albus sighed in near defeat as he watched the boy interact with his godfather as Wizardmon stood guard behind him.