Digital

Chapter 9

Found

Edited on: 6/3/11

Warning: Some bad language and violence at the bottom part of this chapter.

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Previously on Digital:

Fearing for the worst, she rushed into the house, only to see somebody inside...somebody who she didn't recognize.

'Oh shit,' she thought freezing in horror as she saw a wand in the persons hand. The situation has just become worse. A lot worse. Was she too late? Had he been able to flee? Desperately hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst she took out her wand, pointed it at the man, then spoke:

"Excuse me, who are you, what are you doing in my house?"

And now the continuation:

"Ah, Miss Granger, isn't it…don't worry, we mean you no harm, Dawlish is my name, Auror Dawlish. Dumbledore sent us, we are members of an elite group known as the order of the phoenix. We are a group of dedicated wizards and witches who work with him against the dark side," said the man, turning around as soon as he heard Hermione.

Hermione froze. "Aurors? Wizarding police?… Dumbledore sent you?" she asked somewhat nervously. This was not good. Normally she would have been happy to see them, but not today, not when she was hiding Harry in the very same house.

The man nodded. "Yes we are from the wizarding police and we are also members of the order of the phoenix, Dumbledore is our leader," the man answered, mistaking her nervousness for seeing an uninvited stranger in the house and not because she was afraid for her friend.

Hermione did not know what to do. 'Did they find Harry yet? Is he safe? ' she wondered. 'I have to help him,' she thought frantically'

What are you doing here?" she asked, interrupting the man, keeping her wand pointed firmly at him.

The man frowned, obviously annoyed that the wand was still pointed at him. "We are here on official ministry business and are currently leading an investigation. We would like to ask you some questions concerning the whereabouts of one Harry James Potter, I believe your friends with him?" the man answered. It was more a comment and an order than a question and a request.

Hermione frowned she did not like where the conversation was leading and the last thing she needed right now was to be interrogated by the wizarding police.

"And to do that you break into my house? Don't people usually knock and wait for the residents to be present before they enter the house?" she asked angrily, trying to stall them. These people had no business what so ever for being inside the house at all.

"Yes… well, nobody answered the door when we knocked, so we thought nobody heard us. We just wanted to check if there was really nobody here," said the man.

"That's still called breaking into a house and a criminal offense," said Hermione. She didn't trust these people at all.

The man frowned. This was not going his way. "Never the less, you are here now and no harm was done…so if you would please be so kind…we are looking for your friend Harry James Potter, he recently ran away from his home and we are looking for him, any information you can give us on his whereabouts would be appreciated. Have you seen him? Would you know where to find him? He asked. He evidently thought, or didn't care about what he had done and evidently thought the matter closed.

"We?" asked Hermione realizing what the man had said. He wasn't alone. There was one more of them here. "What do you mean we? Where is the other?" she asked, barely hiding how worried she was. She had a very bad feeling about these people and every cell in her body was calling out to her and telling her to run.

"My colleague went upstairs to see if you were there, he should be down any second now." said the man.

"He's upstairs?" said Hermione outraged. "What right do you have to go through the house?" she asked, now very angry. The bad feeling just increased ten fold.

"We are aurors, wizarding police, we don't need permission," said the man, frowning.

"Where is your search warrant?" Hermione asked angrily. The nerve of these people she thought, to come here and to walk in as if they owned the place.

"Search warrant? What's that? Is that a muggle thing? We don't need permission to search a place, if that's what you mean, its all in the ministry charter of 1260, in times of national security, Aurors are allowed to act without the need for permission, your friend is the boy who lived. His safety falls under the national protection act of 1350" the man said somewhat smugly.

Hermione was shocked. 'No search warrants…they can simply walk in and do what they want whenever they want?' she thought dismayed. 'How can that be. Have we no rights?' she wondered.

"What about people's right for privacy?" she asked horrified. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"If you have nothing to hide, you shouldn't have to fear us," said the man. Now, if you would please answer my question. Have you seen Harry Potter?

"No!"

"Do you perhaps know where he could be?"

"I don't know…his relatives house in Little Whinging, Surrey perhaps."

"Does he have a favourite place he likes to hide out in?"

"NO!...for goodness sake I don't know where he is," she screamed.

"No need to shout, Miss Granger, we are only doing our jobs here" said the man.

"By terrorizing people?" Hermione asked sarcastically.

"We prefer to call it investigating not terrorizing," said the man. Now if you wou….

"AHHH!"

Whatever he wanted to say remained unsaid as at that moment a loud cry suddenly came from up stairs, then silence. Hearing the cry the man turned around and made his way up the stairs, Hermione right behind him.

Realizing the noise came from her room, Hermione became really worried. Slowly she followed the man into her room, and froze.

There on her bed lay Harry in his full digimon beauty, as still as a rag doll. For a second it was as if her heart stopped. She feared the worst.

Her mind raced. 'I have to help him. He's an illegal animagus. I can't let them have him. They will throw him into prison. He will get the kiss. She thought and was about to raise her wand to cast a spell when one of the men spoke.

"What's wrong?" "Are you ok?" asked the man she had been speaking to moments before. He was talking to his partner.

"Yea, I'm ok, Sorry, false alarm, got scared by the toy over there. Ugly fellow."

'Hey, I'm not ugly,' thought Harry, annoyed from his place in his head.

'Shhh,'said EGO in his head.

'But I'm not ugly!' Harry whined petulantly in his head. 'Am I ugly?'

'I said shut up,'said EGO.

'I'm ugly' Harry said, somewhat dismally, before mentally cracking a small smile.

If he could EGO would have rolled its eyes. Of all the times to act like an immature brat it just had to be now.

Hermione was only just able to hide her gasp as she realized what was happening.

The man had mistaken Harry for a stuffed toy. Harry was still OK… He has only acting like a toy.

Hermione was so relieved that her friend was still OK that she only barely kept her emotions in check.

"That's my bedside animal, I er…take it with me when I go to bed every night," she lied, blushing heavily as she said it. She was after all 15 years old and not a young child any more.

'You wish honey, you wish', thought Harry…'No!… I WISH!' he added a second thought later.

Ego groaned once more.

The man nodded, "I see. What is it?…Aren't you a little too old for a toy animal?" he asked her, a sweet smile on his face..

Hermione's blush became even redder. "Yes... well… I still like to have him sometimes…he's…er... Oh god …very cuddly, she said, flustered, whispering the last part.

"What was that?" asked the other man, he seemed to be enjoying Hermione's evident discomfort.

Hermione was starting to hate him now. "He is warm and cuddly, he helps me sleep at night, ok…happy now?" she said angrily, looking away. She was getting redder every second.

Did you hear that EGO, she said I'm cuddly...warm and cuddly," said Harry happily.

EGO mentally scowled. Harry wasn't helping at all.

"Now, now, it's ok, everybody needs a little plaything to fondle every night, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I understand," the same man said sweetly.

Hermione squeaked and turned even redder if that was even possible. She was mortified. Without another word she ran out of the room.

Inside his brain Harry was shocked. 'I can't believe he said that,' he said. Had he been in control of his body his eyes would have widened immensely and he would almost definitely have lost his cover.

EGO sighed. What, just what had he done wrong to deserve this? His host was an idiot!

Seeing that Hermione had left, the men finished their search of the room, then left.

Only when the door was firmly closed and his enhanced hearing picked up the men walking down the stairs did EGO relax.

'What a day,' he thought as he released control of the body back to Harry. "The nerve of these people, embarrassing her like that."

'What now?' Harry asked.

'Now we wait,' said EGO.

Hermione re-entered the room a few minutes later after she thought the cost was clear.

She still was incredibly red but it was quickly disappearing again.

"You owe me Harry, oh and I'm warning you…If one word of what happened here leaves this room, I'll hunt you down and castrate you, it that clear?" she said furiously, looking straight at Harry. She was giving him a no nonsense evil eye look.

Harry simply nodded, wide eyed, too afraid to do anything else.

"Good, now, what are you doing here?" she asked him.

"Huh, What do you mean?" asked Harry, surprised.

"I mean what are you doing in here with these men here. They are looking for you…you could have been caught," she said glaring at Harry.

"Why were you not back an hour ago?" Harry countered.

Hermione scowled. "If you must know I lost track of time. Your turn," she said looking away.

"If you must know, I didn't want to leave you and wouldn't have known where else to go to anyway," Harry answered.

"What did you find out in the library?" This was EGO asking though Harry's mouth, using his host's voice.

Hermione frowned. She didn't like to be reminded of past failures. "Nothing...absolutely nothing…there is no information on how you could possibly have turned into a digital creature."

"What about Digimon?" It was EGO speaking again.

"They don't seem to exist. They weren't even mentioned," said Hermione.

Ego sighed. 'Very well looks like we need to look for a different way to find our way to the digital world…I only hope it still exists' Ego thought.

"Are you sure? I mean was there any mentioning of strange creature sightings, or something similar?" asked Harry, taking control back over his mouth.

"Now that you mention it…there have been a few reports of several strange and mysterious sightings in Japan," said Hermione. "Though they could just be chance sightings of magical creatures too," she added thoughtfully.

'Good enough for me. It's a start, let's go there,'said Ego.

Harry nodded then sighed. "Thanks Hermione you have been a great help."

He paused for a few seconds then made up his mind.

"Listen, there is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I'll be leaving soon, and I don't know if I will be coming back," Harry started to say.

Hearing this Hermione froze, then she turned around to face him. She looked really worried now.

"What do you mean Harry?" she asked fearfully.

"You know what I mean…there is nothing left for me here. I can't go back to school like this, the ministry would lock me up as soon as I poke my hairy nose through the front door…other than that, people would only start to panic once they see me…especially the muggles. If there is even a chance to find others like me then I have to go there," he started to say but was stopped by Hermione almost instantly.

"Don't say that Harry, there is always hope. Why don't you go to Dumbledore, I'm sure he would help you," she said, tearfully.

"Yea, and then he would put me back into his own prison…or worse; he would simply use me for his own rotten agenda…"

"Harry, how can you say that… he would not, he's a great man…he'll help you," said Hermione. Tears were starting to fall down her face.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry Mione, but I will not be going back there ever again," he said, meaning the Dursleys. "I will not swap one prison for another…besides how do you think the Dursleys would react if I showed up now. Not after what I did…what they tried to do to me… I…I had to defend myself against them…I severely injured my uncle…and…Petunia tried to shoot me."

Hermione gasped. "She tried to shoot you?"

Harry nodded. "Several times, with a shotgun," he added.

Hermione had heard enough. There was no way Harry was going back to those...people, ever! Without another word she threw herself at Harry and began to hug him.

"Oh Harry, I'm going to miss you so much," she said, crying freely now.

Once again Harry sighed. Then had an idea. "Why don't you come with me? It's going to be really lonely…I could use a friend," he said hopefully.

Hermione however shook her head. "I can't Harry…unlike you I have a family which loves me…I'm sorry, I'd love to but I can't." she said regretfully.

Oh Mione, I'm going to miss you so much," Harry said, shaking his head sadly, reinforcing the hug the two of them where giving each others.

"To think I wanted to ask you out this year," he said quietly before he could stop himself. It sort of slipped out of his mouth.

Hermione froze and became stiff. "What?" she whispered, raising her head to look deep into his foxy eyes.

"I...er…forget it….it doesn't matter anymore…what will you do now?" he asked trying to I change the subject.

"No!…I want you to repeat what you just said," said Hermione forcefully, a forced sad smile on his face, tears leaking out of her eyes.

Harry sighed…"I wanted to ask you to become my girlfriend this year…but I guess that won't happen now, will it," he sad sadly.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said sadly. Then it happened, Harry never knew what happened before it was too late. One second he was expecting the worst; for Hermione to cry out in anger, then the next she was in his arms and they were kissing.

Completely shocked Harry didn't move. He simply let it happen.

Taking that as permission to proceed, Hermione deepened the kiss, completely ignoring Harry's new furry foxy mouth.

Harry reacted almost immediately and deepened the kiss even further.

This continued until they finally had to release each others for air. Or rather Hermione did, Harry didn't need to breathe any more, being digital and not exactly human.

"I'll take that as a yes then," Harry said happily.

Finally they broke apart again. "Oh Harry, I love you too, I really do, I always have," Hermione said, just before she started to cry in earnest.

Looking straight into her brown eyes, Harry hugged her and did what he could to comfort her.

"Shhh, it'll be ok…I'll come back…I promise!" he said.

"It'll all be alright, you'll see", he said again then fell silent.

Meanwhile downstairs

While the two teens, one human the other…well… not so human, were having fun kissing, the two aurors were just finishing up with their check up of the house.

"I can't find him anywhere. Maybe he really isn't here and we are wasting out time," said Dawlish.

"No, I'm sure he is here. He has to be. It's where I would go if I were him, had nowhere else to go to and didn't want to be found. She would do anything to help him. I'm sure of it. As I understand it, Harry and Hermione are very close, perhaps even lovers.

If he went anywhere at all, then it would have been here," said the second auror called Shacklebolt.

Dawlish simply nodded but did not answer. He had come to learn to trust his friends hunches. He was rarely wrong.

"After a while he spoke: "So do we use the veritaserum," he asked looking at his colleague.

"As much as I hate to do so…yes,," said Shacklebolt. "But I only do this under protest. Normally I wouldn't and I'm only going to do it because Dumbledore told us that this could happen and that we might have to use it."

"Ok…I'll call her down so," he said and got up.

He was just about to do so and call Hermione down when the front door suddenly opened and a couple, a man and a woman walked in.

"Hermione we're home," the man called out just before he saw the two men.

"Who the hell are you? The man asked surprised at seeing two complete strangers in the house.

"Good day, Mr Granger I presume," said Dawlish sweetly. With a wave his wand the door closed behind them and locked, trapping the two parents into their own house.

"Who are you…what are you doing?" asked Dan wearily.

"Why don't you come in and have a seat, your daughter will be with us shortly," Dawlish said motioning for them to follow him into the kitchen.

"Might as well, make yourself comfortable, it might take a while," he continued.

Dan and Emma looked at each others anxiously. They had seen the stick the man had used and they knew what it was.

Knowing that they were defenseless against these wizards they obeyed. I was not as if they had a choice anyway.

"What do you want?" Dan asked fearfully, fearing for his wife and daughter, wherever she was. He hoped she was currently far away. These people did not seem friendly and he had a bad feeling about them.

"Oh, nothing much, we just want to ask you a few questions…nothing to worry about…really" said Dawlish. Shacklebolt simply watched, with a sad look on his face. This went against his beliefs. Sometimes he really hated what he did. But as Dumbledore always said, sometimes it was necessary to do those things. Things which you might not like doing. For the greater good of course. For the greater good!

"Somehow I have a feeling it's more than just a few questions," said Dan, looking at the auror. He could find no way out of his predicament and he only hoped he could tell them what they wanted to know. Or at least tell them enough that they had no reason to hurt them…or worse.

"Dawlish simply smiled but didn't say anything.

"So what do you want to know?" asked Dan nervously.

Dawlish looked at Shacklebolt and nodded. Shacklebolt simply sighed then started to walk to the stairs to get Hermione.

"Right then, let's get started. We are investigating a missing person who we think has been kidnapped," he lied. We where hoping you could help us to find him" Have you seen this boy? He's a friend of you daughters," he said handing Dan a picture of Harry.

Meanwhile, back in Hermiones room

"I'm sure of it, they're here. My parents are here!" she said. Hermione was panicking. Her feeling of dread had just increased ten fold. She just knew that they were in trouble.

"Shhh, Mione, its going to be ok…they are the good guys…at least they are supposed to be the good guys…they won't hurt your parents. Your parents don't know anything. As soon as they realise your parents don't know anything they will leave, you'll see.

Hermione sobbed. "OH I hope so but something tells me that it might not be true. They seemed different. Also, I have told mom and dad so little about the wizarding world and what is happening… They wouldn't let me go back if they knew half of what has happened to you in the past few years. They simply wouldn't understand, "she said sobbing quietly.

"I...I don't want to leave the magical world…I…I don't want you to go either," she said nearly hysterical with worry.

Harry didn't know what to do. He had never been great with crying girls. Now here was one who was nearly hysterical because she didn't know what was happening down stairs.

"What are you doing up here by the way…I mean why aren't you down there with them?" Harry suddenly asked.

"I was ordered to stay in my room," she answered meekly.

"And you allowed them to tell you what to do in your own home?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Well, what was I supposed to do. I know I wouldn't have a chance against them in a duel, they are fully trained aurors and I only just finished my 4th year…and besides I had to make sure you were ok," she said back.

"Ok...what about now?" Harry asked.

As if the aurors were waiting for him to say just that, the voice of one of them suddenly called for Hermione to come downstairs.

"Never mind," said Harry, then gave Hermione one last hug before releasing her.

Hermione returned the hug then nodded. "Wish me luck," she said then turned to leave the room.

She was just about to leave the room when they suddenly heard a few shouts from downstairs.

Then came the sound of someone being stunned.

Hermione froze, her eyes wide… then she ran out of the room.

"Shit!" Harry swore then without another word, he phased.

'If anything happens to her or her parents, I'll rip those bastards to shreds,' the vowed then followed Hermione down the stairs.

Back in the kitchen, a few seconds ago.

"I'll ask you one last time, Mr Granger. I know that you know. Where is Harry Potter" asked Dawlish. He was getting annoyed. The man simply refused to answer.

"But I keep telling you, I DO NOT KNOW!" he roared. Had Shacklebolt not put up a silencing ward he would probably have brought the whole neighborhood down on their heads.

"I don't believe you…Where is Harry Potter?" he asked again.

This time Dan simply kept his mouth shut. It wasn't as if the man was listening to him anyway.

"Fine," said Dawlish then pointed his wand at Emma. He hated to do it, but Dumbledore said to use any means necessary to get him back. If this is what he had to do then so be it. 'Maybe this will help,' he thought. "Last chance, tell me where he is... or else."

Dan had had enough. "I told you, you fucking wankers…I do not fucking know, but you don't listen to me…You fucking assholes, I DO NOT KNOW," he roared.

"Stupify!" said Dawlish and the next second a red' beam hit Emma causing her to slump over.

"FUCK YOU! " Dan said. He was weeping now. He didn't know what had happened and thought that his wife had just been killed.

"Now tell us what we want to know, or your daughter is next," said Dawlish. Shacklebolt couldn't stand it anymore, disgusted he turned away and walked out of the room.

"GO TO HELL!" Dan sobbed.

It was to this scene Hermione entered. She took one look at her parents and at that moment she cracked. She simply cracked. Seeing your mother slumped over in her chair could do that to you.

Suddenly hatred, hate she had never felt before, flowed through her veins, it consumed her and she said the first word which came to her mind.

"CRUCIO," she screamed, putting as much power into the spell as she could manage.

Dawlish never even had a chance. Before he could even realize what had happened he was hit by the curse and fell to the ground, screaming in pain, much to everybody else's shock. A second later the spell broke and he lay shaking on the floor.

Everybody froze in horror. Harry couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Hermione, his sweet Hermione used an unforgivable. Now they were really in trouble.

Hermione stared at what she had done in horror. A second later she dropped her wand and simply stood still. Shock written all over her face, her eyes wide open in comprehension, she simply froze.

Harry knew it took a lot of will power to cast that spell. To have managed it meant that she really must have wanted to cause him pain.

Shacklebolt who had been in the next room and who had run into the room when he heard the spell also couldn't believe what had happened. For a few seconds all he could do was stare at his colleague as he tried to comprehend what his eyes were telling him, then, with a resigned look on his face he brought up his wand.

"Stupify" he called out loudly, sending the spell straight towards Hermione, who never even noticed it was coming, she was completely frozen in shock, eyes wide. Her life as she knew it was officially over.

The spell never arrived.

Dan screamed at her to move but to no effect. It would have hit Hermione had Harry not pushed her out of the way to get hit himself.

The moment he got hit, his phase collapsed and he became visible to the world.

'Oh Shit,' he thought as he realized what had happened.

'Indeed, that is…potentially problematic,' said EGO, for some reason he sounded completely calm.

For a second Harry waited for the spells effect to take him to dream land…but nothing happened.

'But nothing to worry about as you can see,'EGO added with a mental smirk.

Strangely, for some reason he felt completely fine. The spell had had no effect on him, what so ever.

'Well that's… interesting, Harry thought surprised. He wasn't going to complain about it though. Taking the unexpected gift for what it was, a gift, and knowing that he shouldn't look a gifted horse into the mouth, he quickly straightened himself, placed Hermione behind him with himself in the way of the aurors line of fire, so that she couldn't get hit, then gave the auror his full attention. Extending his claws to full length he spoke:

"Get out of here! Now!"

Time seemed to stand still and for the next few seconds everybody stopped what they were doing to watch …or in Shacklebolts case; widened his eyes to an impossible size, as he stared at the sharp claws and the fierce creature to which they belonged.

For a second it seemed as if Shacklebolt was about to do just that, run, but then he brought up his wand instead and fired a spell.

"Stupify!"

Harry simply stood where he was and let it hit him. Again, just like before, it didn't effect him in the least.

Harry simply stood still and stared. After a second he said, "I don't want to hurt you, but do that again and I will."

Nobody answered, they all simply stared at each other.

"Reducto!" Shacklebolt said, and another spell flew at Harry.

"Dodge it," EGO warned, but Harry didn't.

Harry was about to dodge it when he remembered Hermione behind him and that she probably wouldn't dodge it... not in her current shocked, frozen state. It was clear she wasn't paying any attention to what was happening around her at all.

"Shit," he said and let it hit him instead.

Suddenly he felt a massive decrease in his power levels and he gasped.

"We can not take too much of this, next time dodge," said EGO, slightly worried. That spell had taken a lot of power from them.

"Damn,..Ok…in that case…my turn," said Harry, then without another word Harry blurred. It took one second, but in that second Harry travelled the distance between himself and Shacklebolt and appeared right beside the man. A quick kick later and Shacklebolt was flying across the room right into a wall at the other side.

"Sectumsempra!"

Harry was so focused on Shacklebolt that he had totally forgotten about the other auror. Taken completely by Surprise, he never had a chance to even dodge before the spell hit him.

'Oh no,' he thought in dismay as his power levels took another nose dive and he stumbled and fell to the ground. For a second he flickered as his data destabilized and heard Hermione scream. Slowly he tried to stand up again, but this time he simply felt too weak to do so.

Harry only had enough time to cry out to Hermione to run, then to hear her scream out a curse, before everything went dark and he knew no more.