Harry Potter laid in his cupboard, whimpering softly. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was holding back tears.

It hurt...Oh God did it ever hurt...

And not just physically, either.

He wanted them to love him. To care about him. To treat him nicely like they treated Dudley. But why would they?

He WAS a freak...

He started to shake as the overwhelming urge to cry was becoming too much to hold in. He knew if he cried he would be beaten. He knew that freaks shouldn't cry, but to except the beatings and never cry.

It was so hard though. Soon however a small sob escaped his mouth. All sounds on the outside halted. Harry tensed his eyes growing wide at the lack of sound.

"BOY!" he heard his uncle roar and he knew he was going to be hurt.

He closed his eyes and continued to sob knowing the pain would come and he would be silenced, yet deep down he knew that this would be the last beating he would receive and it broke him.

Unknown to him the small broken computer that he had used as a pillow started to flicker on and off the screen holding numbers and code that meant nothing but at the same time meant everything.

The screen soon shifted to show a small gate and with a strange electrical serge a bright light engulfed the small room.

Vernon ripped the door open ready to give his freak of a nephew the beating of a lifetime…only to find no hide or hair of the freak. He growled low and slammed the door shut thinking the freak must have ran…missing the light dim of the screen as it stated 'Digi Gate Closed.' Before blacking out.

Harry appeared in a bright flash. He landed with a squeak, then shot up and looked around nervously. He had no idea where he was...It seemed to be a...a forest...?

"No...I did it again..." He breathed. "I...I did the freaky stuff...He'll beat me...He'll KILL me! I don't want...Don't want...No...No..."

He began to breathe heavily as he moved forward, not even sure where he was going. He just had to MOVE.

Little did he know, two different pairs of eyes were watching him.

One, standing high in the tree tops, ice-blue eyes with a scar running down one of them.

And further away, massive, red, hungry eyes...

He walked through the dense forest not really seeing where he was looking but just wanting to move. That's when he heard it. It was low and it was loud!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Harrys eyes grew wide as the whole forest seemed to shake at the loud noise. He started to shake but soon realized it was not just him but the very earth was shaking. And loud thuds could be heard from behind him.

He slowly turned around and saw to his horror as a big red dinosaur walked out of the forest it's red eyes glaring down at the child hungrily its tail slashing from side to side. It let out a defining roar making the child scream and fall to the floor.

The large t-rex charged its large jaw ready to snap him up. Harry closed his eyes tight and knew this was the end of his miserable life.

He let out a soft whimper, and covered his eyes, tears falling down his face.

Little did he know, the second figure that had been watching him was NOT about to let this happen...

Beforehand...

In a den near the edge of the woods rested a tall bipdeal fox-like Digimon. A Renamon. However, this Renamon had a patch of fur missing just over her right ear. Her body was covered in various different scars. And her left eye had a long, red scar over it.

However, despite the fact that she had gained these injuries in battle, she actually took great pride in them.

She was a warrior, prideful and strong. Her scars told the tales of the many battles she had fought, medals of honor to prove her worth. She was resting when she felt the air in the forest change.

Her eyes snapped open to show icy blue. She rose to her feet and looked out over the forest to see a fog had risen and was covering the forest making visibility hard. Her eyes narrowed as she leaped to the trees and started to jump from branch to branch her destination the center of the strange fog.

The Digimon landed on one lone tree branch as she gazed down at the forest floor the fog had thinned out now and she was able to see a small figure on the floor. She narrowed her eyes as the figure moved about and started to walk and talk, she was stunned to see it was a human.

Humans were not strangers to the digital world but it was strange to see one that looked so young enter the world. He also did not look to have a partner in any way. The fox Digimon eyes narrowed in suspicion. Something did not seem right.

She watched as the child started to walk, well more like limp away mumbling something she could not hear. She followed silently and it was then she noticed something else was following the human child.

Her ears twitched and her eyes narrowed into slits.

Her fears were confirmed when the large dinosaur-like digimon roared out of the trees, and cornered the child.

Renamon's ears picked up the sound of stifled sobs as the drooling dinosaur made its way over.

Little did it know, it had just awoken the powerful natural maternal instincts of one of the most dangerous Digimon in the entire Digital World.

She leaped down and delivered a strong kick to the nose of the beast snapping its jaw closed and making it stagger back. She spun around and preformed a spin kick sending the large dino reeling back.

The fox landed on her feet and stood tall and proud in front of the child acting as a protective wall for the still terrified child who had still not opened his eyes.

The large dino rose to his feet and growled low at who dared interfere with his prey. With a roar it charged at the fox its clawed hand ready to slash her to pieces.

The fox vanished from view just as the dino took a swipe. He looked around trying to find the fool only to feel intense pain as the fox had repapered and punched the Digimon right in the eye!

The Digimon roared in agony as the fox leaped back and landed on the grass without a hint of sound. The dino spun around one eye closed and leaking blood. It's mouth now smoking.

Renamon was not hindered, however, as she quickly leapt up to the dino, and with one swift, powerful kick...

The dinosaur's mouth was forced shut just as it began to let loose the projectile.

The creature's head promptly exploded into data from the force of its own attack exploding in its mouth. The rest of the body quickly followed.

The creature was digitizing, turning into a DigiEgg, to be reborn in Primary Village.

Renamon landed on the ground without a sound as she watched the data fade away. She scoffed at the week opponent and turned around to face the human only to pause.

He was curled up into a ball his eyes closed tight and his hands over his ears, he was shaking like a leaf and tears were falling from his closed eyes.

Renamon frowned slightly at the child and walked over to him gently griping his shoulder. "Child?"

"AH!" he screamed in both pain and surprise as he started to back up on instinct wanting to get away from those who brought him pain.

Renamon flinched away from his scream not expecting him to yell, it was then as he moved she noticed a few things. One he was hurt…badly. His arms could barely hold him up, and she saw bruises and scratches on his arms. Two, her paw was wet… What? She looked down with wide eyes and saw her paw covered crimson. Not from the Digimon…but from…the child.

Her breath hitched at the sight, and she looked over at the child with wide eyes. He didn't even look at her...He was covering himself up as best he could, trying to avoid more pain it seemed...

Renamon may have been a battle-hardened warrior, but she wasn't as prideful as many digimon believed her to be.

She knew when to accept defeat.

She encouraged other Digimon to strive to surpass her.

And she was NOT shy about the fact that she possessed POWERFUL maternal instincts.

So it came with no surprise as she gently lifted him up and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace to calm him down.

Harry at first struggled not wanting to feel any more pain but soon his fear was replaced by bliss as he nuzzled into the warm soft fur of the fox Digimon. "So soft…" he mumbled softly.

Renamon gave the child a small grin glad that he was starting to relax around her. She took a great deal now to observe and see where some of his worst wounds were at. She was not pleased seeing too many on a child.

She ran her paw through his hair gently making him look up at her allowing her to see bright emerald green eyes that sparkled in the light of the forest. She found them beautiful. She gave him a small grin. "Hello child." She said softly.

"H-Hello…" he replied back in a soft shy voice.

"Are you all right?" Renamon asked softly, tilting her head. "You look like you're severely hurt..." He looked down.

"M'fine..." He replied, pressing his face into her fur. "You're really fluffy..." She smiled.

"Thank you, little one." She said kindly. "You're very sweet." He let out a soft coo in response. "...Child, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I...I did the freaky stuff...The freaky stuff brought me..."

Renamon rose an eyebrow wondering what that was. "What do you mean child?" she asked concerned slowly rising to her feet and walking back to her den.

"T-the freaky stuff…it…I don't know what it is, but…it can make things float and fix broken things, and sometimes…I go to a place I wasn't before…" he mumbled nuzzling into her soft fur.

Renamon hummed in thought at that. 'Strange. He is but a child yet he explains abilities I have only seen in mystical Digimon.' She ran her paw down his back gently making him nuzzle deeper into her. She smiled at the adorable sight. But she still wanted to know why he was in such bad shape.

Soon they made it back to her den. It was a small place in the forest where she could relax and unwind for the time being. She sat down in a spot of grass and smiled at the little child. "Sounds like this…power can be very useful." She stated finally.

Harry tilted his head. "But it's freaky." He replied softly. "I'm not supposed to do it. It makes my uncle really mad..." Renamon frowned.

"Why does it make your uncle mad?" Harry looked down.

"Um...B-Because it's freaky..." He said, clearly not sure. Renamon had her answer.

"Your uncle just doesn't understand, little one." She assured him gently.

"H-Huh...?" Harry replied softly.

"Many become scared over things they do not understand. Your uncle simply does not understand how special you must have been." She said softly cupping his cheek gently.

Harry stared up at her with wide eyes. "I-Is that why he…" his eyes grew wide as he lowered his head.

Renamon frowned in confusion "Why he what?" she asked him gently.

Harry didn't hear her as he started to curl into himself again. His eyes filled with horror and dread. "No. No. nonononononono! He repeated many times in a scared mantra.

Renamon narrowed her eyes. "Child...Child, listen to me." She said, grabbing him by the shoulders. He looked up at her in horror. "Child..." She said softly.

"I...I wasn't supposed to...to..."

"Hush, little one." Renamon replied softly, rubbing his head. "It's all right...No one will harm you as long as you are with me."

"But my uncle, he...He..."

"Is not here." Renamon finished.

Harry looked up at her and took a few deep breaths. "Y-You promise he isn't?" he asked in a whisper.

"Of course." She said soothingly cupping his cheeks with her paws making him look up at her. "Now. Why are you scared of him?"

Harry sniffed slightly and finally told her. He told her about the many things his uncle did to him, from his beatings, to his weakly fill, drinking the stuff from under the sink, being made to cook without ever getting a single taste. He told her everything.

Afterword's he was spent as he leaned into her fur tired both physically and emotionally for telling her all that had happened to him. Now he wishes she won't toss him away, but a part of him thinks that's what she will do anyway.

Renamon was at a loss. She knew not what to do. Nor what to say.

This child was TORTURED. BEATEN. ABUSED.

BY HIS OWN FAMILY.

Rage. Hatred. Despair. Regret. These all ran through her, and wouldn't let up.

However, she was quick to recover, as her maternal instincts very quickly kicked right back in at full force.

She pulled him toward her and held him tightly against her fur nuzzling her head to the top of his head to try and calm him down and to reassure him that he was safe.

Harry blinked sluggishly up at her his very tired emerald eyes showing exhaustion but also hope. Renamon smiled lightly down at him and held him close as she gently hummed in his ear making his eyes close almost instantly.

The fox Digimon almost chuckled at his relaxed form. He deserved a rest. She ran her paw through his hair and smiled lightly at him. She frowned at the large shirt and thought she should visit a friend for a favor soon. But for now, she leaned down and nuzzled his head softly. "Sleep well, my kit." She whispered and watched him sleep as the very forest itself in a very long time seemed at peace.