Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digi Potter ❯ Of Ink and Feathers ( Chapter 1 )

Digi Potter (for lack of a better title)

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Digimon.

Continuity/Spoilers: Starts after the end of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire; late July between Harry's fourth and fifth year.

Warnings: A small reference to past violent acts.

Couples: None yet.

Author's Note: I'm happy with the way this chapter turned out. I had some rough spots, but everything got smoothed out in the end. Oh, and a kudos to the first person who guesses the identity of Daisuke's next-door neighbor. I am trying to stay true to the personalities of the Digidestined, even if it may not seem like that. Especially when it comes to Ken. To say that the Ken in my story has issues would be an understatement. But when you factor in the whole Kaiser episode it does make sense. Personally, I don't think the dark spore was the sole cause of Ken's alter ego. The potential for violence was always there, it just needed a catalyst for it to manifest. And since I'm not using the dark spore, I needed to find another catalyst: Osamu. Since we never find out why Miyako wears glasses, I'm going to assume that she's nearsighted. I know what nearsightedness is like. My mother is nearsighted, and so am I although haven't worn glasses for most of my life.

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It was yet another summer morning in the Yagami household. Taichi was making his way down to breakfast sleepily, while his sister followed more awake and a little apprehensive. Mrs. Yagami was cooking a batch of suspicious looking pancakes. Mr. Yagami was sipping his morning tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Hikari noticed three letters laying unopened on the table. Two were for her brother, and the last one was clearly meant for her. She felt her stomach twist with trepidation as to whether this was the real thing or not. That nagging little voice in the back of her head whispered promises of disappointment and embracement if she opened the letter that was nothing more than a mistake at best, or a cruel joke at worst. Taking a deep breath, she carefully opened the plain envelope and began to read the parchment inside. Dear Miss Yagami… pleased to inform you… accepted to Hogwarts… enclosed list… owl no later than July 31. Hikari let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, and sagged into her chair. It was official.

"Are you alright honey?" Mrs. Yagami asked her daughter.

"I'm fine mum. Do you think we could go to Daigon Alley today?"

"I want to wait until we hear from Hogwarts before we go. That way we can get all your school supplies in one trip."

"I just got the letter, so can we go?"

"You did? Congratulations Kari."

"Thanks Tai."

"Well, in that case, I don't see why not. We'll leave right after breakfast."

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Daisuke was kicking a soccer ball around the small postage stamp of a yard. He had finished unpacking yesterday, and had really only two options for what to do now. And he didn't feel like drawing.

The neighborhood was pretty much a bust when it came to friends. The only person even close to his age was a girl who happened to live next door. And she was more interested in reading than making friends.

Right now, she was seated in a lawn chair with a rather large tome. In her lap lazed a rather large tomcat, which she would occasionally scratch behind the ears. Daisuke stopped long enough to observe her.

After a while, an owl appeared. If flew down towards the girl, and dropped something in front of her face. The girl looked at what had fallen, while the cat ignored the bird. Daisuke didn't have time to ponder any of this though. The owl had not left after it had finished its business with the girl. It circled Daisuke once, twice, and dropped something at his feet before finally flying off.

Daisuke shrugged and picked up what the owl had been carrying. It was a letter addressed to him. It was sent by someone who knew him well enough to know which room was his. Perhaps it was from the bookworm, but Daisuke had no idea how she had managed to train the bird. He sent a surreptitious glance at her. She had gone back to her reading, but her cat was staring at him.

"Hey Dai, Whatcha got there?" Jun asked as she came out of the house.

"What's it look like?" Daisuke replied, waving the envelope in front of her face. Jun grabbed it and turned it over in her hand.

"Who's it from?"

"It doesn't say."

"Well…"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"Jun, did you have anything to do with this?"

"I swear I had nothing to do with it."

Daisuke took a moment to consider the facts before opening the letter. He read through the green ink letters a couple of times, with his sister trying to read it over his shoulder.

"What's it say?"

"It says that I've been accepted into a school for magic. I start in September."

"No really, what does it say? I bet it's from a secret admirer."

"Seriously. That's what it says." Daisuke said, handing the letter to Jun. Jun's jaw dropped as she got proof that Daisuke was telling the truth. Her little brother had just got a bit more interesting.

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Nancy frowned as she looked at her older son. She didn't appreciate having him dropped on her on such short notice. She didn't like the way her ex had disrupted her life with so little effort. And she worried about the influence the magical musician would have on her little baby.

Takeru, on the other hand, loved having his older brother around. They had always been close, and the separation had been hard on both of them. The fact that Yamato could do magic didn't phase Takeru. He thought it was cool, and was thrilled with Yamato's raven, Tengu.

The three of them sat at the small kitchen table, with Tengu perched on the back of Yamato's chair. He was grudgingly accepting bits of toast from Takeru. A cool breeze was wafting through the window that Nancy kept open for the raven's use.

Nancy would soon come to regret leaving the window open. She had just gotten up to answer the phone when an owl flew in. It passed back and forth between the two boys before simply dropping the two letters it was carrying in the middle of the table. And having been relieved of its burden, it flew off. Yamato picked up the envelopes, assuming that they were both for him. They both had the exact same green ink script and red wax seal. But while one bore his name, the other had Takeru's. Wordlessly, and a little shocked, he handed the letter to his brother. Takeru opened it, and as he read it, a frown began to form on his face.

"Mom's not going to like this."

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For Miyako, the morning didn't start till about noon, which was when her brother woke her up. She had stayed up late into the night at her computer attending to a 'dire' problem, and didn't welcome the rude wake up call. She pulled her blanket over her head, which was promptly yanked off. It took some grumbling, but Miyako was finally up.

As Miyako shuffled her way into the kitchen, she noticed a cream colored blob on the counter. It eventually occurred to her, that seeing blobs was wrong and she shuffled out to retrieve her glasses. When she returned, the former blob was revealed to be an envelope. It turned out that the envelope was addressed to her, so she opened and read it. It was an acceptance letter from a school called Hogwarts. Having solved that little mystery, Miyako went about finding something to eat. In the back of her sleepy mind (and for the most part, ignored) a nagging little voice began to do its job.

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It was a miserably perfect day for a certain sullen pre-teen. The sun was shining, and there wasn't a single cloud in the robin's egg blue July sky. But Ken wasn't in any mood for that.

Ken had, at what he felt was an ungodly hour, been woken up by his mother for no other reason that Osamu had a doctor's appointment. Of course his parents couldn't leave Ken alone in the house, and neither of them could stay home to keep the proverbial eye on the eleven year old. Which meant that Ken was forced to sit in a hospital waiting room bored out of his skull for hours. (Yes, there was a room where the siblings and children of patients could play, but Ken was not allowed in there any more. His idea of a fun way to pass the time tended to be a little too disturbingly violent for peoples' tastes.)

By the time Osamu was ready to go home, it was dinnertime. Ken was hungry. In a fit of anger, he had refused to eat the food available in the hospital cafeteria, and ended up missing both breakfast and lunch as a result. But after his parents took them to one of Osamu's favorite restaurants despite Ken's protests, he threw a fit. He refused to pick anything other that a dessert or the most expensive item on the menu. Unfortunately, the only thing this got him was an empty stomach and a worried glance from his brother. It wasn't the first time he had gone without food for a day, and it was starting to become evident that he was refusing more meals than he ate.

As soon as they got back home, Ken stomped into his room and slammed the door closed. Sitting on his bed was a letter. Which was strange because a) it wasn't there when he had left, and b) he didn't have anyone to write to him. Still, it was here and it was addressed to him rather than his brother. Without another though, he opened the letter. And as he read it, a smile began to form on his face. One filled with malice, hate, and a hint of madness. Finally, he had the means of escaping his brother's shadow.