Title: The Digital Meets the Magical

Chapter Three: Wands and Lost

Author: Dragon Starbo

E-mail: Amara LokiFire

E-mail: PG, will change

Genre: Parody/Adventure

Disclaimer: Don't and will never own Digimon or Harry Potter.

Author's Notes: I realize that the Japanese names aren't as well-known as the English names for the Digi-destine – I remember how hard it was for me before I had them memorized. Here they are again, just so you guys can keep track.

Matt - Ishida Yamato

T.K. - Takaishi Takeru
Kari - Kamiya Hikari

Davis - Motomiya Daisuke
Cody - Hida Iori
Ken - Ichijouji Ken

Also, I felt very playful with this chapter. Hope everyone gets a laugh out of it.

Chapter Three: Wands and Lost

"FOL-LOW ME!" Hagrid boomed, gesturing excessively to get his point across. The children nodded, hoping that he'd realize they weren't def, just didn't speak English that much.

"I want to shout at him in Japanese, just so he'd see what it's like," Ken mumbled, making Yamato chuckle. "Yamato, you know more English than the rest of us. Why haven't you offered to translate?"

"Because I don't it that well. I can barely make complete sentences. Besides, what's the fun in that?"

"Whoa!" Daisuke gaped at the huge, stonewalls that loomed above the six children.

"Dai', you sound like a broken record," Takeru sighed. He had been sitting in the same boat as Daisuke when they crossed the river to Howgarts, so he had heard Daisuke say "whoa" a thousand times over. Hikari and Iori were in a boat with Hagrid, and Yamato and Ken shared the last one. Now they had gotten out of the boats at a dock, climbed the many stairs up to the school, where an impressive old castle met them with open doors.

Hagrid led them to the Great Hall, where a collection of adults in robes and some in pointed hats sat at a long table. There was seven seats left, clearly meant for Hagrid and the children. They looked around, at the non-existence ceiling inviting the summer sun in, the massive space all around, and the large tapestries of a griffin, raven, snake, and badger on the walls.

An old man with the longest, whitest beard the children had ever seen got up from the head of the table. He had half-glasses, light colored robes that brushed the ground, and hat with no brim, but pointed and matching his robes.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" he beamed. "I hope your travels were pleasant and you will join us for an early breakfast."

"Mr. Dumbledore," Hagrid jumped in. "The kids don' speak English."

Dumbledore paused for a second. "You mean Author didn't give them the rest of the Speech Potion?"

"No, I think he forgot. That, an' his letter said the twins was with him."

"Oh. Well, no matter. Snape, could you give them their pendants?"

A crooked-nose, greasy hair man gave a slight snarl and got up from his chair and walked around the table with six golden pendants with silver changes. He handed the children each one, not even giving a smile, and sat back down. When he saw the children studying the gifts instead of doing the obvious thing, he grunted, "Great. More geniuses for me to baby sit."

The pendants themselves were a sight to see. Perfectly round in their palms, evenly thick, and with Japanese writing that said, "NEVER LOSE THIS." In the very middle, about the size of a nickel, was a smooth, round crystal filled with green liquid.

"Dang, they're pretty generous, aren't they?" Takeru whispered.

"I think they look pretty," Hikari put hers on.

"Oh, it looks so beautiful on you, my darling!" a woman in a nurse-looking outfit smiled brightly as if Hikari was her own daughter.

Hikari started. "I understand you!"

"Yes," Dumbledore smiled gently. "The pendants hold a bit of Speech Potion."

"Oh! I thought you had to drink that . . ."

Dumbledore blinked, then looked at Snape, who was wiping his mouth, even though they hadn't been eating anything. The lines of eyes were a little higher than normal.

"Hikari, what's he saying?" Daisuke asked.

"Put yours on and you'll be able to tell," Ken answered for her.

Daisuke looked around and saw that everyone else had put his pendants on. He quickly rang his around his neck.

"…Potion is usually put into pendants, such as those. The original creators could never figure out how to make it taste well enough for people to actually sallow it, so these pendants were made to let you soak it through your body without having to ever taste it. Last longer, as well. But, enough of the history lesson! Come, come!" Dumbledore waved the seven standing to the table. "I'm sure you're all hungry after that long trip."

"Actually, it was shorter than we thought it was going to be," Ken said as they found their seats. The seats left open were purposely spread out through the table, so the children were flanked by a professor on each side.

When they were all seated, Dumbledore waved his hand and there was food on the table! Had anyone been looking directly at the plate, like Daisuke had, they'd seen a bubble of food expand and pop silently in the tenth of a second – it happened so quickly, Daisuke wasn't sure if that really happened or it was just his eyes. In any case, his growling stomach told him to worry about it later.

"Yes, the muggle's way of travel is out-dated," Snape rolled his eyes. Sense Snape talked on as if nothing magical had happened, the children figured it was normal. Must be easy to clean up, Hikari thought.

"Yet we use their out-dated ways all the time," Professor Sprout counter. "Cars, trains, busses – all of them were invented by muggles."

"Let's put aside our political debates for now," Professor McGonagall cut-in. "Why not we introduce ourselves to our newest students?"

So, zigzagging across the table, starting with the headmaster at the end, then going to his right, then left, and ending with the caretaker at the end of the table, all of the Howgarts alumni spoke their names. There was: Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster; Minerva McGonagall, transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor House; Serverus Snape, Potions Master and Head of Slythinerin; Pomona Sprout, Herbology professor; Rolanda Hooch, the flying instructor; Sibyll Trelawney, the divination professor; and Rubeus Hagrid, caretaker of Hogwarts.

Don't worry that much about where they're sitting, Reader. This is just so you know who's teaching our friends from Japan over the summer.

"All of you are teaching us?" Hikari's eyes grew wide. There was more professors than students in this room! Surely that was overkill.

"Not Hagrid and myself," Dumbledore nodded to his long-time friend at the other end of the table. "But everyone here, by their titles, have a valuable part of wizard knowledge to teach you."

/Okay, so only six of them are going to teach us. Still, that's one professor per us./ Hikari sighed, half-revealed and half-overwhelmed.

"So, we're going to learn shoot fire balls?" Daisuke asked with his mouth full, over zealous as always. "Are we going to learn to fly?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, I don't know about fireballs, but Madam Hooch is here to teach you how to fly your brooms."

"Fly brooms?" Iroi asked with a raised eye brow.

"Yes, but first we need to get your wands."

"Wands?" Yamato raised his eyebrow.

"Yes. And your robes, books, cauldrons . . . There's much to buy, but we'll get all that after breakfast."

"We're taking them to Diagon Alley so soon after their train ride?" Professor Sprout asked, concerned.

This time it was Professor Trelawney who spoke up in a misty voice that grated Yamato's nerves from the first syllable. "Yes, that's a wonderful idea! Get them their things and they can start learning right away."

"They should get to know the place first," Sprout insisted.

"Actually, we have all of summer and our school years to get to know this place," Hikari spoke up.

"Yes, we're very interested in starting our lessons as soon as possible," Iroi picked up.

"We don't mind more traveling today," Takeru added. "We've traveled a lot in one day before."

Daisuke, caught up in the moment, blurted out, "Yeah, like that time we went half away across the Dig –"

"The country," Ken interrupted smoothly. "To the very tip Japan."

"Oh, yeah, you guys told me about that field trip last year," Yamato cemented the lie.

"Very well then," Dumbledore hid his inner thoughts with a smile. Prophase gaining their trust and learning of their secrets might not be as hard as we had figured. "We shall leave for Diagon Alley after breakfast."

After that, the real meal began. There was hardly any talking out of the "could you please pass the . . .?" The only who really continued to talk was Professor Trelawney, to the dislike of Yamato's nerves.

"Six is a very good number," Professor Trelawney said in her lofty, misty voice. She sat to the left of Yamato, at the end of the table, with Hagrid on her other side. "I'm very glad you're a small number of students. If you're to have seven more, I would have not bothered to teach you."

"Seven more . . ." Yamato cocked his head to the side. Six plus seven . . . "Thirteen? You wouldn't teach us if there was thirteen of us?"

"Such an unlucky number!" Trelawney hissed, as if shocked that he could not figure this out for himself. "Bad things happen when that number is present!"

"But . . ." Yamato did a head count, just to be sure. "There are thirteen people at this table right now."

Trelawney sat straight up and did her own head count, her eyes were exaggerated as to how wide they were because her thick, round-rimmed glasses.

"Hmm, would you look at that," Yamato muttered, drawing Trelawney's eyes upward. A cloud out of the dozen above had just separated. Now there was thirteen of them.

She gasped in horror and quickly stood up. "I – I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I must be going."

"But, Sibyll, you've barely touched your food," Dumbledore protested.

"Yeah, you've only eaten a thirteenth of what's on your plate," Yamato gestured with a grin.

Trelawney yelped as she stumble-danced with her chair. She sputtered something about preparing next school year's lessons as she bolted out of the Great Hall.

Yamato took a bite of his eggs. It was all he could do from laughing out right. When he looked out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the professor's were either very intent on their food or sporting a small smirk. Professor McGonagall was wiping her mouth much the same way Snape had done earlier.

Forty-five minutes later, the Digi-destine's first meal in Scotland was completed and the professors were determining who would take them to Diagon Alley. It finally came down to Dumbledore ordering Hagrid, Professor Snape and McGonagall to take the children. The only person who seemed hard-press for the idea was Snape.

At Hogsmeade, the day was bright and hot. The children felt a little out of place, in their usual attire while it seemed like everyone else was dressed in dark colors and robes.

"Hey, look over there," Ken nudged Daisuke, gaining the attention of the others as well.

There was a group of teenagers and they looked like normal people. Jeans, skirts, and tee-shirts. Beyond them was a couple, holding hands and dressed just as causally as the teenagers. As they took a sweeping glance, they found more and more people who were dressed "normally" and their anxious died down.

"Ah, I see you found the pet shop," Hagrid grinned, not comprehending what had just happened.

"Pet shop?" Daisuke asked. The group of teenagers Ken had spotted had stopped in front of the pet shop, with the girls saying "Oh, how cute!" to nearly every cat on display. Daisuke grin but then it faded. "Ah, I bet pets aren't allowed at Howgarts," his shoulders drooped and his arms swung loosely his side.

"Cats, owls, and frogs are," McGonagall smiled warmly.

"Really!" Daisuke perked up quickly.

"But how are we going to pay for a pet?" Hikari pointed out. Daisuke's roller-coaster of expressions hit another dip and he was sad again.

"I think there's enough in the grant we got," McGonagall answered.

Daisuke let out a whoop and grabbed Hikari's arm as he bolted for the pet shop, leaving everyone else blinking in the dust.

"I guess we'll divide and conquer," McGonagall said after a few minutes. "I'll go get the money from the bank. Hagrid, please watch over Daisuke and Hikari. Snape, take the others to get their wands."

"Do I have to?" Snape growled.

"Yes," McGonagall hissed and took off before he could protest more. It wasn't that she thought herself incapable of handling the small number of children. It was that Snape needed to warm up to those children, even if just a little bit.

Snape didn't give warning, just marched off. The children waved to Hagrid as he made his way to the pet shop and followed Snape a bit causally. They liked Hagrid, even if he was taller than any human being. They liked Professor McGonagall as well, though they had a feeling she was strict. Still, those two were better than Snape, whose only smile they saw was twisted like a school yard bully's after he dumped someone in a garbage can.

At the wand shop, a small, wrinkled man came from the back room at the sound of Snape's voice. He didn't look to be angry at Snape's rude snaps, but he wasn't overly joy that the certain professor was there at all.

"Ah, Professor Snape, I haven't seen you in here sense you got your own wand," Ollivander greeted him. "Has your finally broke?"

"No. They need their wands," Snape pointed to the children.

A confused looked came over Ollivander. Usually new students got their wands near the start of the school year, not at the end of it. And he knew of every person who came through that door one way or the other, but these kids, he . . . "Oh! They're the ones I got the owl from Dumbledore! Yes, yes, you two, come here."

Yamato and Iroi came up to the counter. Ollivander turned around and reached above his head to pull out a box straight above him and one a few more rows up and a bit to the left.

"Ten inch cypress with a drop of dragon's blood," he handed to Iroi. "An eleven inch white pine with a griffin hair. Go ahead a shake them."

Yamato and Iroi shook their wands and Yamato glowed with the brilliant light his two companions had done before. Iroi's wand, on the other hand, spat out a fuzzy blue light that bounced off of the shelf above Ollivander's head – wand boxes flying as if thrown – smacked the ceiling, and finally found a subtitle target.

Professor Snape didn't move, didn't even breath as he felt the magic over come him. What a perfect time to let his eyes wonder around the small, dusty-dim shop. Had he been paying attention, he could have easily deflected the "attack."

Iroi turned slowly around, afraid of what he'd see. Of course, he didn't expect that.

Takeru, Ken and Yamato did their best to hide their laughter with looking as shocked as Iroi. Still, it was kind of hard when the "bad ass" of the professors was suddenly wearing a summery blue dress.

That's right. A blue. Summer. Dress. It barely reached his knees and at his waist, it spread itself to make a skirt bottom. Sleeveless with a square-ish U neck line, it had three white buttons down the front to top it off. And no, this wasn't over his usual attire. As of three seconds ago, the dress was his attire.

Iroi put the wand on the counter and bowed deeply. "I am so sorry!"

Snape closed his cape with a snarled. Ollivander giggled. "Now, there's a site I never thought I'd see!"

"Speak of this to anyone and I'll you shut down!" Snape glowered.

"Oh, of course, of course. You professors have to keep up an image," Ollivander was still giggling as he ushered Yamato away and motioned for Takeru to come up.

He retrieved two more wands and this time, nothing and no one's ego was damaged as Iroi got a twelve inch almond with a demiguise hair. Takeru found himself with an eleven and a half inch honeysuckle with a veela hair.

Because of the disruption, Ken was the last one up there. Ollivander was determined to get this kid's wand correct the first time, so at least he can say he got three out of four (for his own personal record). He studied Ken with a quizzing eye, measuring every part of him. Ken didn't fidget, though he had to resist the urge to. Finally, Ollivander snapped his fingers and ran back to the store. They heard a bunch of rustling and Snape mumble several Latin-sounding words with his wand out. Each time, he checked his robe, grumbled, and tried another word.

"Eleven inch mahogany with a dragon heartstring!" Ollivander cried in triumph.

Ken gave it shake and at first . . . nothing. Ollivander was just about to take it back when Ken tried again. This time, the light appeared and Ken felt a rush of energy through his body. He was breathing harder than usual and Ollivander looked very please with himself.

"Well then, all that remains are the fees," Ollivander gloated to himself.

At that point, Professor McGonagall came in with Daisuke and Hikari. Hagrid was outside, holding a caged owl, who was looking at everything and hooting.

Ollivander wasted no time with introductions, just motioned for the two new ones to step up to the counter.

Hikari and Daisuke shrugged and stepped up to the counter while the others hung back. Ollivander scurried to the back room, wondering which wands should he try upon these two. The man looked old enough to have been at the opening in 382 BC, Daisuke mentioned. Hikari punched his arm hard enough to make it sting.

"Owe!" Daisuke whispered as Ollivander returned.

"Here, try these. A nine inch Elm with a dragon whisker," he handed it to Daisuke, "and a eight inch Ebony with a sliver of a unicorn's horn," he handed to Hikari.

Much like earlier this morning, Hikari and Daisuke examined what was placed into their hands.

"Go on, give them a shake!" Ollivander ordered.

Daisuke and Hikari firmly gave the wands one shake suddenly there was a bright light around both of them, forming from the top of the head and down to the feet, as if that light were meant for them and them alone.

"There you have it!" Ollivander said, inside his head he was doing a little jig. "Now, who shall be paying for all of these?"

McGonagall dropped some coins into his hands and got a few other coins in return. She turned around and finally saw Professor Snape. "Why, Professor Snape, are you catching a cold in this weather?"

Everyone, aside from Daisuke, Hikari, and Iroi, sported small smirks that were wiped away with an ice-cold glare from Snape.

"I will return to Howgarts early. Surely the two of you can handle these idiots," Snape stomped out without another world, ignoring Hagrid's cheerful hello to him and the laughter he heard from within the store.

Snape made his way down to the Floo Station when a strong breeze caught his robe. Though he had a good handle on the top portion, the fabric blew from the waist down as freely and joyfully as the color blue upon the dress.

"Professor Snape . . .?" A familiar, uncertain voice muttered. "What the bloody hell are you wearing?"

Snape didn't even look at Draco's bewildered face – what was that boy doing there anyway? Gathering his robes, he awkwardly held his robe closed and practically ran to the Floo Station.

"Is something the matter, Iroi?" asked Hikari as the group walked along the sidewalk of Diagon Alley to the next stop for their robes.

"I just feel really bad for what I did to Professor Snape," Iroi found his feet to be very interesting ever sense they left the wand shop.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault. Like Professor McGonagall explained, when a new wizard holds the wrong wand, the magic isn't controllable and unexpected things happen."

"I know, but I still feel bad. I wonder if there's a way to make it up to him."

"Maybe you can get him something," Takeru offered. "You know, a way of saying you're sorry."

"Yeah, maybe some stud-earrings and a purse to match his new look," Daisuke chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes. He, of all people, can enjoy a good joke.

"Motomiya Daisuke!" Hikari hissed to hide her own smirk.

"What? I was being serious!" Daisuke grinned behind Iroi's back.

"Don't worry about it," Yamato placed a hand on Iroi's shoulder, making him look up. "Professor Snape was once a new wizard, too. I'm sure once he cools down, he'll be fine."

Professor McGonagall, who was bringing up the rear while Hagrid was in the front, thought, They really look out for each other. Why do we have to be so secretive? They're good kids and deserve our trust.

"THOSE FOWL BRATS SHOULD NEVER HOLD ANYTHING THAT RESEMBLES A WAND!" Snape bellowed. After leaving Diagon Alley, he headed straight for Dumbledore office – but made a quick pit stop at his chambers to change out of the dress.

"THAT HORRIFIC CHILD NEARLY PUT SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK ON ME!" Trelawney's voice was an echo of Snape's as she busted through the door of his office. It had taken her awhile to gather up the courage to find Dumbledore. Once she found out that Yamato wasn't around, she had more courage than a dog protecting its favorite chew toy.

"Sense when did mentioning the number thirteen mean seven years bad luck?" Dumbledore asked calmly from behind his desk. He was peacefully writing letters to various people when his relaxing time was abruptly ended by Snape and the soon-to-follow Trelawney. Did the two of them forget how to knock?

"They shouldn't even be here!" Professor Snape had turned his voice down a few notches, but it was still very loud. "With the way they bumble around everything, they'll ruin our plans!"

"They are a key part of our plans." The two seemed to have forgotten about Trelawney, so she steamed to herself to the side, growling very un-misty-like.

"The wizarding world has done fine without them before, it will continue to do so," Snape's voice was now more reasonable, though it still held the harsh edge.

"There is too many unknown variables here," Trelawney spoke up. "We don't know enough to know if this will even work. You're risking everything – your reputation, our jobs, the school – on a hunch. A half of a hunch, at best."

"You always seem to run on less than that," Snape muttered, but Trelawney ignored it.

Dumbledore stood up. "It is not too late," he said with firmness in his voice. "You don't need to be a part of this. I only called upon you for you are the best and have been in on this from the beginning. However, I do not want you to force your hand in something you do not believe in. If you want nothing more to do with this, you merely have to say so."

"I want nothing to do with this!" Trelawney hissed. "Even if he stays for the school year, I refuse to teach him! That boy has a bad aura about him!"

"Very well then," Dumbledore nodded to the back of Trelawney while it made dramatic exit. He looked back at Snape with questioning eyes.

"And let some brat think he's won?" Snape answered the unasked question.

"Just keep him alive for the school year," Dumbledore sighed, knowing that was the best he could for poor Iroi.

Snape left with a dignified sweep of his robes.

Dumbledore sighed, sat back down at his desk, and picked up his quill again.

"About time those two left," one of the many headmaster pictures upon the wall. "Woke me up from my beauty nap."

"No amount asleep can help that ugly mug," a headmistress smirked.

End Chapter Three: Wands and Lost

I have a question, for the readers out there. In the next chapater, I am going to explain what life is like for the Digi-destine durning the summer at Howgarts. However, I can do it one of two ways. 1) Have acutal scenes with dialog to go in depth on how they learn, or 2) write a summery and skip to when the school year starts. I'm leaning towards option number two, myself. However, if you guys want it, I'll deciate a whole chapter to their summer classes.

Also, I have decided to start responding to the reviews I get. I should have done this soon, but I got so excited each time I finished the chapter, I didn't remember to give credit to my read. --;

Glichhunter: Thank you very much! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Metallika: First off, thank you for the review, I really enjoyed it. About the "dl" noise, I was told to make it if I couldn't roll my tounge, but yeah, rolling the tounge is correct way to do it. Also, this is a little bit of a spoiler, I am going to start using their English names. They are going to get them kind of like nicknames because, like most people reading this fanfic, it's just easier to remember and recongize. I reposted the names at the top, just for you!

Wraith: Thank you, my beta reader.

Amara LokiFire: Ah, my sister and reserved beta reader. (lol jk) I do need to go back and correct some things in previous chapters. Even Wraith, as cool as he is finding mistakes in my work, is still human. I use to have two beta readers, one for the Digimon aspect and one for Howgarts, but Mayhem got very busy and therefore, I'm down to one. Maybe when I reach a writer's block I'll fix the last of the mistakes.

Dark672: Yeah, that's the years twins and Percy would be in. I didn't want to start of with them meeting Harry and his gang right away, I wanted to try something a bit different. If I got those years wrong, I'll check and change them.

Kaiva Darkwolf: Woo! You were my first reviewee of The Digital Meets the Magical: Take Two. lol.

Broken Part of Me: Ah, the very first review of the very first try of DMTM. It was actually your review that helped me decide to change this fanfic around. For those of you don't know this, Broken Part of Me and I wrote each other a few e-mails back and forth as I tried to make it better. Each time s/he kept saying, "Better, but this still needs changes." I wish you would check it out again and let me know what you think...