A.N. At last, the beginning of the end. I don't know how many people will read this and know what is going on because they've been here from the beginning but I do know that this story has been a long one. Though it's only been a few months since that fatal day, it feels like I've been doing this for years. It's been a while since I've put the disclaimer in so here goes:

I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, Digimon or its characters, Yu-Gi-Oh, Bleach or any other anime, book, or movie in this. I DO however own Una "Fell" Arbory and Sara Tozer as well as the designs for the Zanpakuto (Just by being the first to come up with them.) Every instance that uses characters and ideas not mine were taken not for profit but for the sake of a good story. Credit for these things go to their creators. I also want to give credit to Sara Wheeler, Robin Tozer, and Shara Raziel for the following: Many ideas from this story were inspired by Shara Raziel's The Ultimat Gathering of Digidestined. Sara Wheeler and Robin Tozer receive joint credit for the creation of Sara Tozer as she is a derivative of both women.

There, now that that's done with I give you Harry Potter and the Last Shadow.

Hermione Granger woke up to the sound of beeping monitors. When she had arrived back from her sixth year at school, her parents had quickly noticed her bandaged left arm. Ignoring the girl's pleas, they had removed the bandages to see the purpled flesh and the blade made of strange metal. Shocked at the sight, the Grangers had quickly taken Hermione to the doctor who promptly admitted her to the hospital. Almost seven years ago, Hermione had received a letter from a school for magic, the school for magic, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, she had met many students who did not like her "know it all" attitude and had then given her the cold shoulder. When one boy, Ron Weasley had mentioned Hermione's lack of friends, the girl had quickly locked herself in the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to her, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had let a mountain troll loose on the school, sending all but two students into a panic. Those students, the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, had run to find her and warn her when the troll found her. The boys quickly stopped the troll and the three had become fast friends. However, it soon became apparent that one or both of them was keeping secrets. First Harry, then Ron would disappear randomly with a large group of students, only to come back injured… or changed. Last year, she had found out the truth. Harry was now a being of fire who led a group called the Digidestined against threats to Hogwarts. Ron was third in command of a group of shape changers that served with the Digidestined, and Hermione was quickly thrust into the fray. Before the year was up, she bonded with a sword as old as the Big Bang, a sword that was quickly killing the flesh in her left arm. It had turned out that Hermione had only been born with half a soul and the sword contained the other half. Of course if Hermione had told her parents, she would be in a different kind of hospital. Well, they would soon find out when Hermione broke out of the hospital to attend her seventh and final year. Or so she thought.

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Tom Marvolo Riddle, known as Lord Voldermort, the most powerful Dark Wizard alive was angry. First, his barely loyal servant, Lucius Malfoy had gone missing with his son and then the man's wife vanished too. Then, he had gone to the Parkinsons to recruit their daughter when the girl had stood up to him. He remembered the day well.

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One Month Ago

If the Malfoys won't serve, I know the Parkinsons won't dare refuse. The Dark Wizard thought as he blasted their door open.

"My lord." Henry Parkinson said, bowing "Why have you come my lord?"

"I wish to recruit your daughter."

"Our little Pansy? It would be an honor!" Harriet Parkinson said, calling her daughter down.

The pug-nosed Pansy walked downstairs, took one look at Voldermort, and groaned. "What do you want, Tom?"

"Pansy!" Her parents exclaimed in shock.

"My name is Lord Voldermort and I wish for you to join me."

Pansy rolled her eyes and then spoke up, "Why? So you can take over the world? No thank you, I would rather die. In fact Tom Marvolo Riddle." She said, dragging his name out as long as she could, "I don't think you'll be around for long. So, have you found your dear friend Harry yet? No? I thought not. Neither can live while the other survives so ticktock."

Voldermort began to purple but Pansy smiled, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light flew out of the wizard's wand only to strike a stair.

"I told you." Pansy said from a few steps higher. "Well now, I must be going. "Accio trunk!" With that, the girl's school trunk flew into her hand and she bowed to Voldermort before walking past it and walking through the doorway.

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Present Day

The girl was right, he hadn't been able to locate that mistake. Even worse, his spies at the Ministry of Magic had discovered that they had intercepted owls that had their day to day activities listed.

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Dark Lord's Plot Foiled Again

When He Who Must Not Be Named appeared at the Bones residence last night, Judge Amelia Bones thought her time was up. However, the killing curse was blocked by the Damon Family. Father Spencer Damon runs a gym for magical and nonmagical people alike in Ottery St. Catchpole while Marcus teaches magical children how to hide their abilities and Kristy is preparing for her fourth year at Hogwarts. However, the family mysteriously vanished one month ago only to appear at times like this to foil sinister plots. This reporter learned that the family has been wandering the British Isles to lay protections on muggle households and stop wrongdoing. They have also dropped hints about His downfall and acting on the orders of one they call their leader. "We can't say much but we can assure you we are not affiliated with any wizarding group. We also encourage those who have been targeted to go into hiding as you may not be so lucky. However, try to protect the innocent as much as you can. Though at times we may not like them, they should not have to die because of our mistakes." Spencer Damon told this reporter before vanishing. Judge Bones wishes to thank her saviors and assures us that she will follow the advice given, already mentioning retirement in the countryside.

Dudley Dursley looked up from the paper to see his mother and father come in. Noting the name of the paper, his father Vernon Dursley quickly ripped it out of his hands and tore the paper to shreds. At that, Dudley sighed and fingered his long blond hair. "Dad, I don't see what your problem is. I'm not practicing spells in front of you, just reading the paper."

Vernon, a large man with a mustache glared at his son before speaking. "Just because you went there doesn't mean I will tolerate it."

At this, Dudley couldn't help but grin. Before last year, his father would never have said that to him. However, as a result of his assistance attacking Lord Voldermort, Dudley had been admitted to Hogwarts for his protection. There, he had learned that he was actually magical, returning home with an arsenal of spells.

"Now now Vernon." Dudley's mum, Petunia started.

"Now now nothing. Petunia, why are you acting like this craziness is no big deal? First we get a baby at our doorstep with an odd letter, then the owls, then the burning, then the hair and now this? He's turning into that, that boy."

Dudley grinned before cutting into his father's rant. "Merlin's Beard, I hope not."

"Boy!"

"I mean after all, who'd want to be part wolf? Can you image the shedding?"

Petunia quickly hid her mouth behind her hand, "D-dear, he has a point there."

Vernon turned but before he could do anything, Harry Potter, his nephew entered the house with a paper under his arm and quickly shifted to his real form. Harry was a being part fire and part wolf who stood at nine feet tall with red, yellow, and orange hair that went down to his lupine ankles that danced in a nonexistent wind. With a sigh, the beast threw a paper at Dudley and one to Petunia before sitting on a chair and opening up his own. "Anything good in the Prophet Dudley?"

"I don't know, Mr. Denial here confiscated it."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Really Harry," Petunia cut in, "Why did you get a copy of the New York Times?"

"The Americans have been right on occasion." Harry said from his paper, one of the many London papers.

Vernon's face got redder and redder until he screamed, "That's it. I demand to know what is going on!"

With a sigh, Harry folded his paper and stood up, looking down at his uncle. "Well, we're seeing if we can figure out Lord Voldermort's, the wizard who wants to kill me, well we want to figure out what he's planning."

"So why don't we throw you out?"

"Because he has more targets than me in mind. One of those is your son."

"Dudley?"

"Well anyone would want to kill me after I stuck a sword through some of his minions." Dudley said with a shrug.

Petunia smiled at her son and then spoke up. "So when are we leaving for the Digital World?"

Harry smiled. "Today actually. And since we are part computer now, we don't need one."

Petunia smiled. "Yes. Well, I'd better get changed."