Sorry guys, I didn't like how that was going. I'm going to restart this story. Will include the ancients still. I combined ch. 1-3 so that it is a bit more filling. Also, I wanted the chapters to be bigger, though the others probably won't be as big.

Harry Potter glanced around his new room. It was plain for now, and it could stay that way. It depended on whether Severus Snape got to keep him. He was scared, and confused. Why would he be taken away from the Dursleys? He had always been with them, and when someone tried to help him, they'd disappear from his life. Would that happen to his professor too?

"Harry?" Severus asked softly, grabbing the boy's shoulder. "You gave your testament under Veritaserum. You are not going back, and Dumbledore opened the wills. Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper, Sirius Black, though unable to take you, is getting a trial. I was named your secondary godfather by your mother."

"You knew my mum?" The man nodded, "so, I'm staying?" The 12 and 11/12 year old whispered. "I'm not going back?"

"I swear Harry. Even if I had to move us away to Japan." Harry's eyes brightened, "yes, we can go see them soon."

"I get to see Henry?" The boy seemed to actually become a child his age. Something he hadn't been all year since a basilisk was loose in the school. Harry was still recovering for the Phoenix tears and snake venom running through his veins.

"You really like Henry, don't you?" Harry grinned.

"Uh-huh! He's different then my other friends..." Severus smiled as a blush covered his young charge's face. "When can we go?"

"You've been thinking of Henry a lot this past year." Severus teased, "do you like him?" Harry paled instantly and Severus panicked. "It's okay if you do. After all, wizards can become pregnant."

"But...but loving a man like that is wrong. Uncle Vernon said-" the boy started to protest.

"Everything that man has told you was a lie, Harry James Potter." Harry's lip trembled, "if being gay was wrong, then my mother was an abomination. I had two grandfathers, not one."

"It's common in the wizarding world then?" The man nodded, holding the boy close.

"As much as a male female couples." Harry relaxed, until his eyes locked onto the Digivices on the wall. "You'll see them again."

"When? It's been almost a year now, Severus. They are my best friends. It hurts being away from them."

"I promise, soon, Harry. Hopefully next month or so." Harry nodded, and pulled away from the man. Obsidian eyes saddened, "even if I have to sneak you out, we will go, Harry."

"Can you tell me about my mum?" Green eyes were pleading for a subject change, so Severus allowed it.

"She was very smart. She hated to fly, and she loved charms." Harry's eyes brightened, "just like you, yes. She was working on a double mastery of potions and charms. She was also a seer."

"She..." Harry swallowed hard, "how did you meet?"

"We were neighbors when we were kids. I saw her using magic one day, and told her what it was. Petunia was a right foul...anyways, we were outcasts among the other kids because of it. We stayed friends through out school and after. We pretended to have a fallout in our fifth year. She knew that if we had stayed friends, that the other Death Eaters, the Dark Lord's followers, would torture me until I either killed her or they broke my mind. I went along with it. When she became pregnant, she named me your second Godfather.

"Harry, I would have never treated you the way I did, but you acted so different then the abused kids I'd seen. For one, you were in a house that always put themselves into danger."

"Uncle Vernon said I have a impulse mechanism. It's one of the things he's tried to stomp out of me."

"Stomp..." Severus shook his head, "why didn't you speak up?"

"It was the rule. Never speak out about what went on in the house. Not even Dudley was allowed to do so." The man nodded, sitting in on the bed beside Harry.

"Your mother was very caring, Harry. She loved you so much, it brought tears to my eyes. She would have done everything the same way if she got the chance."

"I wish I had known them sometimes." Harry whispered, "so I wouldn't have to ask others what they were like. Then I remember that others who got attached and lose their parents, its really hard."

"I'll find appropriate memories for you to view later to see what she is like." The man stood, "what would you like for dinner?"

"Anything that isn't too spiced. I...madame Promphrey has me on a special diet. I eat mostly fruit with peanuts and a small helping of vegetables. Milk is hard on my stomach, and I'm to have it all soaked in nutrient potion." The man closed his eyes for a second.

"I am so sorry, Harry." He left before Harry could respond. Just then, Hedwig flew in with a letter.

"They finally wrote back!"

All year, Harry had kept contact with Henry and Jerry. Henry more so. Hermione Granger had instantly wanted to know who they were, and Ronald Weasley acted like a spoiled brat who lost his toy. When Harry told them they were friends from Japan, Hermione had flared up, say that muggles weren't to be told about magic. Harry had rolled his eyes and told her they weren't normal muggles. That had gotten a few people's attention. He had to retell what had happened with the tamers. The girls all seemed to stiffen every time he mentioned Henry for some reason, and now Harry knew why.

Though he had kissed Henry, he hadn't thought much as to what that had meant. Besides, it had been a peck to the cheek. The French did that all the time as a greeting and farewell. Harry had fretted that he had ruined things until Henry wrote back with Jerry asking why he hadn't written yet. Harry had sent a reply, explaining that he was worried he had scared him off. Henry had sent a joking letter back, and they instantly warmed up again.

Now Henry was asking when he was returning to Japan:

Dear Hari-kun
Hey, it's been about a month since I heard from you, are
you okay? Or was it just exams for you too? Dad said
that England has them, but I didn't know about Hogwarts.
I want to know when you are coming back. We're having
a party for Rika. Its her birthday soon. Its going to be on
June 23rd, will you be able to come? It'd be great to see
you again. We also have a surprise for you. Please come!
Take care,
Henri

Harry grinned, a blush covering his face.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Harry spun around, hand grabbing for his cards and vice...which weren't there. Draco Malfoy raised an eye brow at this. "What are you looking for? Obviously not your wand."

"Why are you here?" Harry asked defensively, standing up, as to not feel as threatened.

"Visiting my godfather. I think the better question is why you are here when he's not!"

"I'm living with him for right now. He is my secondary godfather." The blond blinked, momentarily surprised before sneering.

"I don't believe you."

"He said that you weren't supposed to come until next month, after I was already in Japan!" Harry growled, "besides, he's been nice to me this year, haven't you noticed? Amazing what he can teach. He knew I was smart, and that something was happening to my potions. So he put up a shield." The blond frowned just as the door downstairs opened. Harry pushed pass the blond. "Severus, Malfoy is here." Harry pouted, staring at the man. He sighed.

"Did you get the potion kit, Draco?"

"Yes sir." Harry stiffened.

"You're abused too?" His small hand instantly covered his mouth. Harry looked down.

"He's abused?" Draco all but hollered.

"Say it a bit louder, I don't think Timbuktu heard you." Harry growled, shoulders shaking, "Severus, can I leave early, please? I can stay with Henry or Takato or even Kenta."

"Harry, you know you have appointments you can't just skip out on this week." Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes. "No fighting in this house."

"I won't have a problem as long as he doesn't act like 'Thy art holier then thou' like he does in school. I want to finish my homework so I can see Henry. Oh, and I was invited to go the 23rd for Rika's birthday. Can I go?"

"We shall see. And even though you can use magic, I have put a block on what you can do. No harmful spell in this house."

"Yes sir."


Harry sent a glare at his fellow twelve year old. They were in the kitchen. Harry was trying to figure out what to cook, and Draco was tapping the table.

"You could help me, you know."

"Me, cook? That's-" Glaring, Harry motioned him over.

"I learned to cook when I was four, Malfoy. You will learn, or my name isn't Harry James Potter." Draco glared, "it's like potions, but it doesn't matter what order you put it in." Harry grabbed pasta. "Now, this would make about a cauldron full of pasta, which is a lost. We only need about this much." Harry took about a third out. "You put it into water to boil, and watch it, stirring occasionally." Harry barely even remembered he was telling this to Draco Malfoy. He loved to cook. He knew that he was good at it, with the little bit he had gotten to eat. "Once they are soft, you will take it off. Next the sauce.

"I make a sweet basil tomato sauce for my pasta. It's similar to spaghetti. All you need is 14.5 ounce can petite diced tomatoes, 28 ounce can crushed tomatoes, 1 onion, finely diced, 3 tablespoons dried basil, or to taste, 2 cloves garlic, pressed. Combine diced tomatoes, crushed tomatoes, onion, basil, and garlic in a saucepan; bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer until slightly reduced, 30 minutes, tops." The blond was actually listening to him. "I heard from the house elves at Hogwarts that Severus likes pasta dishes."

"He does." Harry grabbed the ingredients for bread sticks. "2 tablespoons granulated sugar, 3/4 teaspoon active dry yeast, 1 cup plus 1 tablespoon warm, water 50 degrees celsius, 16 ounces bread flour, 1 1/2 teaspoons salt, 1/2 stick butter, softened. On top2 tablespoons butter, melted 1/2 teaspoon garlic salt.

"Dissolve the sugar and yeast in the warm water in a small bowl or measuring cup and let the mixture sit for 5 minutes, or until it becomes foamy on top. Combine the flour and salt in a large bowl. Use the paddle attachment on a stand mixer to mix the softened butter into the flour. If you don't have a stand mixer, use a mixing spoon to combine the butter with the flour. When the yeast mixture is foamy, pour it into the flour mixture and use a dough hook on your mixture to combine the ingredients and knead the dough for approximately 10 minutes. If you don't have a stand mixer, combine the ingredients and then knead the dough by hand on a countertop for 10 minutes.

"Place the dough in a covered container and let it sit for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, until it doubles in size. When the dough has doubled, measure out 2-ounce portions and roll the dough between your hands or on a counter top to form sticks that are 7 inches long. Place the dough on parchment paper-lined baking sheets, cover and set aside for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, or until the dough doubles in size once again." Harry explained all this as he went. "Preheat the oven to 205 Celsius. Bake the bread sticks for 12 minutes, or until golden brown. When the breadsticks come out of the oven, immediately brush each one with melted butter and sprinkle with a little garlic salt."

When Severus came up to make dinner, he was surprised to find a whole meal laid out. Fresh salad with all the baby greens, a pasta dish, and bread stick. Both boy were cleaning the last of the posts. Draco scrubbing since Harry seemed to be shaking. He cleared his throat once the last pot was placed down. Both jumped.

"He insisted!" Draco said, pointing to Harry. The green eyed boy gave a smile.

"Its a thank you, from both of us." Draco blushed, "are you coming with us to Japan, Malfoy?"

"I can ask father, but he is really strict." Harry nodded, eyes dimming a bit as they sat down to eat.

"Bon appetit." Harry told them, as Severus took the first bite.

"Who taught you this recipe?"

"I found it in some book of Aunt Petunia's. Cook books were the only books I was allowed to use." Draco interrupted knowing that this was a touchy subject.

"I know you're tired of it, but what really happened last summer?"

"I met Digimon, Digital Monster, tamers. Their friend had been kidnapped, and I insisted I help them. I knew they were good people, just trying to find their friend and save him. I met my own digimon partners, BlackLiollmon and Liollmon while I was in the Digital world. I had Septicemia, so the trip there was spent mostly unconscious. When I got back, Severus treated me, and I was then kidnapped by the digimon Enemy, the D-Reaper. It had me for, I think, three or four days. Henry and the others saved me and a few others."

"You mentioned Henry a lot during school. Who is he?" Harry blushed.

"My savior. I know he didn't really do any of the saving, but it feels like it. I...I have a crush on him." Draco nodded in understanding.

"I like Blaise Zabini, but because of my betrothal with Parkinson-"

"You have those still?" Harry gaped.

"Um, yes?" Harry blushed, motioning him to continue. "I can't be with him."

"Anyway to break it?"

"If she sleeps with someone who isn't me, or if I do the same, but that is dishonorable." Harry nodded in understanding.

"I can understand that. Adultery, right?" Draco nodded, "so there are no loopholes?"

"I'm not sure."

"Ask Griphook to look over the documents." Draco frowned, staring at Harry. "He's a goblin, the only one I like. He's good at his job."

"I'd do it, Draco." Severus said as Harry yawned. The man glanced at the boy's plate with a sigh. "Go take a potion and go to bed, Harry."

"Yes sir." Harry put his half finished plate in the fridge and went to get ready for bed. When Harry woke up, he went to his owl, who had just got back from hunting. It was early still, and she was eating a frog. "Hey girl. Do you feel up to delivering another letter so soon? It's to Henry. I have to tell him that I can't make it to Rika's birthday party, but I'll be there soon after." She hooted, and he rubbed her head.

Dear Henry,
I'm fine. Your dad was right, I was in the middle of exams
when I last got your letter. I didn't tell you, because I didn't
want you to worry, but I've been seeing a therapist, or a
mind-healer in my people's words. The Dursley's did more
to me then I like to admit. I'm healing though, and I'm not
flashing back as much anymore. I passed all my classes,
and I think I may have made a new friend out of an old
enemy. How is everyone? How are you? I miss you. A lot.
I found out something weird today, wizards can get
pregnant! Can you believe it? Oh and I can come see you
soon, but not during Rika's party. I have a few more
things I need to take care before I can leave. I'll see you
around the first of July.
With love,
Harry

Harry tied the scroll to his owls leg once she finished eating. "Strait to Henry, girl." She hooted and flew off. A knock came from his door. Severus stood there.

"Draco will be coming with us this summer. His father is 'busy'." Harry nodded with a sigh, then his eyes got a gleam that Severus only knew James Potter to wield.

"How well do you know Zabini's mom?" Severus started at the question.

"We were in the same class, but I admit, not well. What are you planning?"

"Would she let Blaise Zabini come with us?"

"Of course she would. She would use that time to find another rich husband." Severus sighed, leaving to write the letter.


Harry pulled out his charms homework. Just as he finished up the questions, Draco ran into the room, a scared yet happy look on his face.

"You didn't!" It took him seconds to know what he was speaking of.

"I did."

"YOU DID!" Harry barely had time to blink before he was engulfed into a hug and then dropped as the blond ran back out.

"I'm confused." Harry stood up, and walked down into the study, homework in hand. What greeted him cause his jaw to slacken. A woman sat with Severus. She was beautiful, Italian. Harry collected his thoughts and smiled at them softly. "Sorry, but I thought the study would be empty. Its about the only place Draco avoids." the woman was staring intensely at him.

"You are Harry Potter, correct?" Harry stiffened, ready to run. "Blaise has told me that you are very brilliant in your classes." Harry blushed prettily.

"Yes, I am. I'm proud of that too. Until Hogwarts I couldn't even get anything above 10 percent on a test, thats worse then a troll." The woman frowned, "my family hated me. More so if I did good. I wasn't normal, so I was a sin."

"But our witchcraft isn't that of the devil's!" Harry edged his way to the door.

"It was wonderful meeting you madame, but I have to finish this if we are to go to Japan. I won't have time for homework then."

"Yes yes, go on. Tell Blaise that I want his homework by the end of fourteen days." Harry almost turned tail and ran, but walked out instead. When he found the others he gazed at Blaise with a blank look.

"Um, Dray, he's freaking me out."

"Your mother is creepy." The Italian boy chuckled, "she wants your homework mailed to her in two weeks." The boy nodded, and Harry sat down on the floor at the end of the couch.

"So, I overheard Granger complaining you told a whole group of muggles about us."

"Japanese don't really care as long as they are trust worthy. I did magic in front of them to save us. I even used simple spells too. I didn't get into trouble."

"The Japanese are reasonable. If you told, you must trust them with your life."

"They saved West Shinjuku, Japan, and basically the whole world." Harry snapped, "everyone should trust us and our digimon!"

"Wait you mean those monsters that were on that moving picture of the muggles?" Blaise asked, shocked.

"You mean the TV? Yes that was it. You saw it?"

"Well, yeah, a whole bunch of kids our age with these cards with pictures that don't move." Harry grinned, pulling out his deck.

"You mean these?"

"So what, are you saying you-"

"I didn't do anything. It was Henry and the others. I had been knocked out by the enemy." Harry glared at the two to disagree, promising death. "I am not a bloody Hero."

"Could have fooled us. Not only did you stop our professor first year, you saved the Weasley girl while killing a sixty foot basilisk!" Harry felt his face fall at Blaise's claim.

"All freaking tests. It shows I'd do the right thing by stopping Voldemort. That's who did those things. Voldemort isn't dead. I've seen him, and had a vision." Harry felt his face flush, from both giddiness and anger. "He's going to threaten the one I love."

"The one you love/He threatens Henry?" Both boys asked. Harry tightened his arms around his knees as he buried his face.

"Why can't I just be happy? I'm sick of magic and fate. They have screwed me over, many times." Harry fisted a hand in his hair. "I just want it to stop. I want to see Henry every chance I get. I want to feel safe, and that's when I'm with him."

"Just hold in there, Harry." Severus said, entering the sitting room. The three boys looked up. Brown and silver filled with worry, and green with tears. "Just one more week, and we leave. You can do this Harry."

"I-" The man knelt beside him, "he comes back. Voldemort comes back, and there is nothing I can do to stop it."

"I know."

"Why?" Harry demanded, "wasn't my mother's sacrifice enough? Why do I have to give up my life to stop him? Why can't Dumbledore?"

"Because..." Severus sighed, "because there was a prophecy made about the two of you:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

"But...but those don't always come true! Half the time they're fakes!" Harry spluttered.

"How do you know so much about the workings of a vision?" Severus asked.

"I can see." The man frowned, but nodded.

"I see, you are like your mother then. Harry, this one is real. Only you have the power because he marked you his equal and stronger."

"I'm just a kid! He comes back before I turn fifteen!"

"Harry, calm down. It's going to be okay. You'll see."

"I'm just like him." The others fell silent, "when I do these things, I do it because if I don't, people will turn on me. I need people not to turn on me. If they do, I'm going to break. I need attention, but I don't want it. I want to do things to get people to like me. That's how Voldemort started. Just a kid, wanting approval. He didn't get it! He didn't...and I'm getting too much attention."

"Harry-" Severus pulled the boy into a hug. The other kids were silently crying. "How about we move to Japan? I can get you a tutor so you can catch up to Henry, and you can start school there and-"

"No! I have to stay. My visions never lie. Something calls us back if we decide that." Harry slouched into his guardian's grip. "I'm just so...so tired."

"One more week. One more week and you'll be with him. We'll be in Japan in no time, Harry."


So, what do you all thing of the newest addition to Digital Freedom?