Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digi Potter ❯ Gettin to the Station on Time ( Chapter 2 )

Digi Potter (for lack of a better title)

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Digimon.

Continuity/Spoilers: Everything up to and including Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire; just before Harry's fifth year starts.

Warnings: None

Couples: None yet.

Author's Note: This particular chapter was hard to write. It took four tries, and I kinda had to chop the original third chapter into three separate ones in order to get it to look right. Oh well. At any rate, here it is. Smallady86, Babyshiro (although Osamu's not really evil per say),and syenite kai, you got your wish: more.
Yami no Tenshi: Here is your kudos for being the first person to tell me your guess, and for being correct about it. This piece will be a Kensuke, so don't worry about that. Unfortunately, your pleas about Ken's placement are falling on deaf ears. He has to be placed there for the certain vital themes of my story to work. Besides, it fits him the best as he is now. And I happen to like Malfoy. He's really not that bad when you get down to it, and he to will have an important role in Ken's reform. Of course, if you read my other HP stuff, you should be familiar with my attitude towards Draco and which ship I crew for when it comes to him (chapter 5 of A Harry Potter Story not withstanding).

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August passed quickly for Miyako. She spent most of the month talking to Iori, who was still skeptical about the whole magic thing even after the proof of its existence was shown to him. She realized that she would miss him when she left for school; after all, she had known him virtually his entire life.

Yet, she was excited about the new world that just opened up in front of her. It wasn't that she was a compulsive know it all, but rather that there were some questions bouncing around her head as to the Why and How of it all. When push came to shove, Miyako was a problem solver at heart. It's one of the things that made her so good with computers. Part of being a problem solver was knowing The Way Things Work so you could not only find problems, but have the knowledge on how to remedy them.

When September first rolled around, Miyako and Iori got ready to head to the station. They weren't the only ones in the lift though. Two (cute in Miyako's not so humble opinion) blondes were standing there with trunks and of all things, a raven. The bird was perched on the taller boy's shoulder, and Miyako was fighting a loosing battle with her curiosity over whether or not to ask him about the bird, as he didn't seem very friendly. Still, he was cute, and it couldn't hurt to flirt… and they were neighbors in a way…

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August plodded by too slowly for Hikari's tastes, until September first rolled around, in which case it had gone by rather quickly indeed. Yet it had passed and now was the time to leave home for, if not the first, than certainly for what would turn out to be the longest time spent away from home.

Hikari and her brother Taichi sat out of the way while Sora helped her friend Mimi repack after her trunk had ended up turned upside down by some unknown force. Taichi swore that he didn't do it, but Sora blamed him nonetheless. The four friends were waiting for the final two that made up their group before heading over to King's Cross for the train.

The group was a rather eclectic one. The five of them spanned three years and three houses. Yet other than Sora, Taichi wasn't that close to the others; and even that friendship became strained more often than not. A fact that Taichi attested to his simply not understanding girls.

"So what's he like?" Hikari asked, dragging Taichi's attention from the spectacle before him.

"What's who like?"

"Harry Potter. I mean he is in your house isn't he?"

"I really don't know Kari. I've seen him around, but I haven't really spoken to him. He pretty much keeps to himself and a small circle of friends."

"Oh."

"Sorry we're late." Joyu said as both he and Koushiro entered the house.

"It's okay. We're running a little behind anyway."

"Someone decided to dump out Mimi's trunk."

"I told you I didn't do it. Why would I even want to do it?"

Hikari rolled her eyes as Taichi and Sora got geared up for another quarrel. An event that had been occurring more often lately. It was quickly brought to a cease-fire by Joyu before it could get very far. Mimi closed her now repacked trunk with a decisive click. It was time.

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Takeru sagged as another crash sounded. His mother was trying to catch Tengu in order to put him in a travel cage. She had kept telling Yamato that he couldn't let the raven fly around free, and he kept telling her that Tengu refused to be confined. And now she was learning the hard way.

His mother had taken the news of his being a wizard rather well. There were no screaming/throwing fits, angry phone calls to her ex, crying jags, forbiddance or denial of magic… She simply sighed and was quiet for almost a week.

Takeru latter learned that magic itself wasn't really a factor in his parents divorce. He was four when the divorce had happened, and never really understood why. All he really remembered was his mother yelling something about magic before his father and brother left. His mother had never talked about it in the following years; usually changing the subject when he brought it up. After he had overheard his mother talking to his father on the phone about Yamato learning magic a couple of years ago, Takeru began to assume that his mother disliked magic. It just turned out that she disliked the way her former husband did things, and she suspected that Yamato was becoming too like his father.

Eventually Nancy gave up trying to grab Tengu. The bird settled down on Yamato's shoulder, seeming to mock her. Yamato kept his face neutral even though many others would smirk at being proven right. Takeru took one last look at his trunk to make sure everything was packed, before closing the lid and stuffing some travel items into a backpack. It was lucky for Yamato that their mother didn't check their trunks herself. The older boy had carefully placed his prized guitar in the middle of his clothes when she wasn't looking, as he knew that she didn't approve ob his musical hobby.

Takeru and Yamato got into the lift to go to the station after their mother got a call from her editor. There was some small emergency that would keep her on the phone for hours. They weren't alone. A lavender haired girl and a serious looking boy got on dragging a steamer trunk between them. The girl kept looking at them, and then finally spoke.

"Hi."

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Ken was quietly packing his things when Osamu wheeled himself in. Ken looked happier than he had in a long while, for which Osamu was grateful. It was the best things for Ken from all angles. First, magic was not something Osamu could do, so Ken didn't have any expectations to live up to and he could have an outlet from behind his brother's shadow. Second, since the school offered room and board, Ken would have the space he needed to deal with his family issues. It would also supply him with an opportunity to come out of his shell. And maybe, just maybe, he would begin to make friends based on his own merits rather than who his brother was. At least that was Osamu's hope.

Osamu remembered the day he and his mother had gone with Ken to get his things. It had taken a lot of argument, as he had insisted on going with Ken despite his lingering injury. The representative from the Department of Information and Explanations (DIE) hadn't relished the idea of him visiting such magical places until he had pointed out to her that a sibling -especially one who still lived with the budding wizard or witch- was no different from a parent when it came to matters like this. Like the parents, they had a right to know and would probably find out anyway. The DIE agent couldn't fault his logic although she still held some reservations. But then, she didn't know how this particular family worked. Osamu knew, from experience, that if he didn't go, Ken would be forced to go alone.

The trip to the Leaky Cauldron was short and silent. Ken resented having to have his brother along, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it without looking like a total brat. After having been on the receiving end of a number of stares; almost as if they had never seen a guy in a wheelchair before (Which just happened to be the truth.) a man from the DIE, whose job it apparently was to sit in the pub and open Diagon Alley to first year Hogwarts students who were either alone or accompanied by a muggle adult, met them to let them enter Diagon Alley and reminded them where they could get their money exchanged from pounds to sickles. The first stop they made after they had changed their money, was to get the most important item on the list; the wand.

The first thing that Osamu noticed as he and his brother entered the store, was the lack of prices listed. They had to wait a bit, as there was a boy ahead of them and only one clerk. A girl whom Osamu assumed was with the boy, kept staring at him, but for once this didn't seem to bother him. When it came time for Ken's turn, their mother voiced her concerns about the cost, which were smoothly calmed by the proprietor who explained the finer points of wand obtaining. It took about thirty tries for Ken to get matched with the right wand; a slender affair in a wood so dark it looked black.

After that came the robes, followed by books and then general equipment. There nearly was a scene in regards to the pet store; Ken had wanted to get a pet but their mother didn't want to deal with an animal in the house. But Osamu had talked his mother down from her stance with an explanation that a pet would do Ken a world of good, and Ken was going to be living on campus for most of the year.

And the pet idea was good for Ken. The kitten they had ended up developing a habit of finding the absolute worst place to be at any given time. And although this annoyed Ken a bit (Ken actually tripped over the cat a few times), he responded well to the small animal. In fact Ken was trying to train the cat to ride on his shoulder. Of course it wasn't going nearly as well as Ken would've liked, but at least the cat had stopped getting underfoot. Right now Kimera, as Ken had named the multi-colored cat (although their mother called him Kim), was perched on the bed (something their mother disapproved of) watching Ken pack. As Ken placed the last few items (folded robes) into the trunk, Osamu decided to make his presence known to his brother.

"Almost ready?"

Ken looked at his older brother, and then went to lift Kimera out of the trunk. Once the cat was out of the way (although it would serve him right if he got stuck), Ken closed the trunk with a decisive click.

"You should put Kimera in the cat carrier."

"He'll walk." Ken replied snapping a leash to the kitten's black collar.

"Mom's going to insist…"

"Let her." Ken clipped the other end of the leash to his pants and stood. He grabbed his wand and stalked out of the room. Osamu followed a minute later.

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Daisuke looked up from his sketchpad at the bird in front of him. The bird, a starling, ignored the young artist. And Daisuke, for his part, ignored everything other than the bird and his pad. The first indication that his solitude had been intruded upon, was the hurried departure of the starling.

"Shouldn't you be packing?"

"I have time. I don't leave till Sunday." Daisuke pointed out.

Daisuke and Jun were close, despite their teasing. Jun had gone with him to Diagon Alley because their mother was sick and their father was at work. That particular day, Daisuke had been a bit on the hyper side. He would've pulled her in five separate directions (and shops) if she hadn't gone all Older Sister on him and steered him in a more orderly manner. They stopped in the bank to exchange their money for the wizarding equivalent and then looked into various stores as they went along.

Getting the wand was an adventure in itself. They passed Ollivanders a couple of times before they found it. Then came the Fitting (or at least how Daisuke referred to it.). Jun sat in the sole chair as her brother handled stick of wood after stick of wood. After a while, a family of three came in. One of them, a boy about Jun's age, was in a wheelchair. Although Jun knew it was rude to stare, Jun couldn't help herself. Chair or not, he still was cute. And if his being here with a boy (a least that's what the clothing suggested) around her brother's age meant what she thought it meant…

"Jun. Jun. Earth to Jun."

"Huh?"

"Let's go. I still need to get my books and stuff."

They managed to get everything else Daisuke needed for school, and discovered that they had enough left over for some ice cream -as long as they kept the order simple. It was a good ending to a good day, and the pair had bonded during that trip nearly two weeks ago in ways that neither of them would be able to describe.

As the summer wore on, their mutual Understanding grew just like the ivy on the fence or the juniper tree sitting undisturbed in the sun. When September first rolled around, Jun looked in on Daisuke as he was stuffing his sketchpad into a book bag. His trunk lay in the middle of the floor like a ruin from a time long forgotten.

"Ready?"

"I guess."

"Nervous?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine. You're a wonderful, open, honest, loyal, brave person. They'd have to be crazy not to like you."

"You're just saying that because you're my sister."

"I'm saying it because it's true. Older sisters aren't supposed to say things like that. It's our job to deflate the egos of little brothers; not pump them up. Now if you're read, we should head out. Don't want to miss the train."