Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or Harry Potter or JP.
Ken sighed as he opened the door to JP's "office." It was a broom cupboard; literally. At one point the new Potions apprentice's office had held brooms for first-year flying lessons, but had been re-done upon JP's arrival. It was a tight fit, but somehow or another it could still fit a desk, a fire-place, two arm-chairs, a bookshelf and a very large cork-board in it.
"Hey Ken!" came JP's voice as the digi-destined entered the room. "How's it going?"
"Madame Hooch just set me up," Ken sighed, sinking into one of the arm-chairs across from JP's desk. "Now I have to sub for sick Quidditch players to get more House points."
"I know," JP shrugged as Ken's eyes grew wide. JP just smiled and set down his pencil. The new apprentice was working on a cross-word, and had erased so many times there was a hole in the page. "I'm the world advisor, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Ken blushed as JP set both elbows on his desk and stared at Ken. "I guess you do."
"So why'd you come here then?" JP asked as he tried to figure out the answer to 1 Down. "I mean, if you already agreed to sub, what do you need me for?"
"Advice," Ken admitted. He rarely asked for it, so the word was kind of foreign to him. "I guess you're as close to a Guidance Councilor as I'm going to get."
"Always loved working HR," JP said, leaning back and twiddling his pencil. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm worried," Ken admitted. This was very hard for him to say. "When I was on the Pitch, well, I sorta let the Digimon Emperor take over for a bit. I wanted to, you know, impress everyone? But what if this keeps on happening? What if he takes over again? I just started making friends! I couldn't bear to hurt anyone else!"
JP leaned back in his chair and scrutinized Ken for a moment. His black eyes were intense, and Ken got the impression that despite JP's happy-go-lucky attitude, he could be quite serious. JP finally looked at him and smiled.
"Do you want the Emperor to take over?"
"Of course not!" Ken said, punching his fist in his hand.
"Well, then keep him on a tight leash," JP smiled. "You're both the same person technically, so find a way to get along with yourself. Maybe this is the perfect way for you to figure this out. If you can keep yourself together on the Pitch, you can do it anywhere."
Ken thought about it for a minute. JP actually made sense. If he could keep the Emperor at bay for a game of Quidditch, it could help him co-mingle with his not so better half. And if it got too bad, he'd just stop playing.
"I guess that could work," Ken smiled. "I miss playing sports anyways."
"Besides, if you go all psycho on us, I'll whip you back into shape," JP said, escorting Ken out of his office. The advisor grinned as Ken left his office and mumbled a last good wish under his breath. "Good luck Kenny-boy."

"Ken Ichojouji's caught the Snitch! Ravenclaw wins!"
"Wow! That Bludger got air! Another awesome hit from Ken Ichijouji!"
"Goal! Ten points for Hufflepuff!"
"Nice save by Ken Ichojouji! Take that Ravenclaws!"
Madame Hooch glared at Ian as he made the last comment during a match. Ian Farrow had become the new Quidditch announcer and was more than biased when Ken was playing. Della was also in the announcing box, holding a multi-colored banner that read "GO KEN!" in sparkly letters. Behind her were three bags, Trimon, Numimon, and Wormmon hiding out to watch the match.
When the match was over, a very hot and sweaty Ken walked up to the stand. His smile was lop-sided as Della gave him a very large hug and Ian slapped him on the back. Madame Hooch smiled and nodded towards Ken, a smile on her lips as well. She was proud of all her students, especially this one.
"You were amazing!" Ian said, taking Ken's bag along with his. The last thing Ken needed right now was to lug around his partner. Ken noticed his friend wasn't quoting as much from his book. "Fantabulous!"
"Congratulations Ken," Hooch said, smiling brightly. "You're improving. Well played."
Ken spun around as he heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. Despite the fact that his face was flushed from playing, it managed to turn white nonetheless. It was Professor Snape.
"May I borrow the Black Tie House's Most Valuable Player?" Professor Snape said, raising an eyebrow. "I need to speak to him for a moment."
"Of course," Madame Hooch smiled brightly. "Congratulations on Slytherin winning the game."
"That is what I wish to discuss with Mr. Ichijouji," Snape said. "If it were not for him playing in Marshall's stead, we would have been disqualified."
Ken grimaced as he left his friends to talk to Professor Snape.

"So, how are you?" Professor Snape said with a conversational tone. "Judging by the amount of times I've seen you on the Quidditch Pitch, I would say quite well."
"It's not as fun as soccer, but it works," Ken shrugged. It was true. Soccer reminded him of Davis and the others. Quidditch just wasn't the same. "Glad I could help today."
"That is what I wished to talk to you about," Snape said softly. The tall man turned to face Ken, making the boy stop in his tracks. "I understand that our dear advisor has decided to recommend you allow yourself to work with the Digimon Emperor. You are walking a thin line Mr. Ichijouji, and I would hate to have you stray from the path of Right."
Ken stood there, mouth agape. Had Snape just told him he CARED? He was actually concerned about his well-being? This was completely unexpected.
"I won't," Ken said firmly, a smile on his face. "Thank you Professor."
"You are welcome," the man replied as he continued walking. "I cannot stress how important it is that you keep your priorities straight. I doubt JP or I could ever forgive ourselves if you turned back to the Darkness."
"How's Demidevimon?" Ken said, changing the subject to something less serious. "Bothering you too much?"
"It is…interesting having a companion," Snape said, choosing his words carefully. "As a boy, I never had a pet of any sorts, so having Demidevimon is a…experience. He has quite an appetite."
"I think all rookies do," Ken laughed. "Wormmon's got an appetite bigger than he is."
"Well, the house-elves are starting to wonder," Snape smirked. "Generally I do not ask for food in my room. Now I am forced to order every night."
"At least you don't have to smuggle in the food," Ken snickered. "Wormmon's had plenty of squished meals in his life."
"I will make arrangements for a house-elf to be selected for Black Tie House," Snape said simply, stopping next to the bleachers. "Your partners will no longer have to forage for meals."
"Thank you Professor," Ken blushed. That was a kind thing for him to do. "Wormmon, Trimon, and Numimon will appreciate it."
"Ken, be careful," Snape warned as Ken went back to his House-mates. "The grey-area is the most dangerous place to be in."
Snape thought about his last word of advice as he and his student went their separate ways.