Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digi Potter ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 5 )

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: I know it took me about a year to write another chapter, but I finally managed to do it. Thanks for not lynching me. This is chapter four and a half. Chapter five will most likely take a while. Aside from the fact that I've been having trouble with chapter five since last June, I've got plenty on my plate for this summer: mainly the Gathering and a trip to Japan. That said, those of you who guess who our mysterious gentlemen plotters are, get the satisfaction… of being right.

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The room was big. So big, that it could hardly even be called a room. But it also couldn't really be called outside either. The ground/floor was the same shade of neutral gray as the ceiling/sky. And presumably, the walls. But this vast not-a-room was not empty. In the middle (if such a thing existed in such a place) a pair of overstuffed armchairs sat facing each other over an ornate chess board. End tables flanked the chairs. Surrounding this was a collection of bookshelves, a bar, a fire place, and a cluttered writing desk, giving the space a library feel. The not-a-room was lit by small gas lamps, while a small fire crackled merrily in the fire place. Completing this cozy feeling was a small silver serving cart with the remnants of tea.

Two men sat in the armchairs, ruminating over the chess board and enjoying the late (such as time applied here) tea. While the warm light made it possible for them to see the board, they themselves remained concealed by shadow. Each shrouded figure exuded an aura of great power and great age.

"Interesting move. Can't say I would have thought of it myself.

"You sell yourself short my friend. After all, you've managed to pull off a number of inventive moves yourself."

"Still, it was not a move I would have made."

"True. You do have a tendency to play conservatively. Outrageously and often spectacularly, but conservatively none the less. Check."

"Ah. But is it wise to add a wild card at such a late state?"

"You know the old saying; nothing ventured, nothing gained. And many times it's playing that wild card that wins you the game. Besides, I have faith in him."

"He will have to be carefully watched and controlled. Check."

"Controlling and watching are right up your alley. No doubt you've already got a plan or three waiting to be put in action. Check by the way."

"You know me too well, old friend. Almost makes the game not wroth playing. And I do believe that makes check mate."

"Why so it does. I take it you'll be leaving now."

"I'm afraid so. My responsibilities can't wait for me forever. Oh, but I must ask, wherever did you find such a delightful tea blend?"

"A little birdie told me about it. I can send you some if you're interested."

"That would be wonderful."

A fire crackled merrily in its fire place in the maybe-middle of the not-a-room. The not-a-room was empty now. The only sign that anyone had been there at all was an odd tea cup. Had anyone been there to watch, they would have seen the cup slowly disintegrate into nothing. Once the cup was gone, the rest of the furniture followed suite; its purpose served. Only then did the not-a-room fade to black.