Guys…I've got a bit of a problem…It's called…WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!! (cries)

This is the last chapter I could plan out with my initial burst of inspiration. I have other scenes in mind, lots of them, but I don't know how to string them together yet…BUT DON'T WORRY!! I will finish this story!! It is at the TOP of my priority list! I may update slower (once a month instead of once a week) and need more help from you guys, but I WILL finish this! So please don't stop reviewing, please? (big puppy dog eyes)

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or Harry Potter. I'm just really strange.

Chapter 25: Visitation Explanations

After a quick examination from an astonished Madam Pomfrey, Kouichi was scheduled to be released from the hospital wing Sunday afternoon, with an overnight stay to make sure he was fully recovered. Kouji remained by his brother's bedside for several hours afterwards, only leaving when the nurse chased him out sometime around midnight.

Harry returned to the dorms alone, taking the longest way possible to give him a little time to think of what he'd seen in the Pensive.

He still couldn't believe that their father…that anyone…could be that awful to their own son. But then again, the Dursleys were almost as bad…they'd never actually hit him, but being locked in a closet for days on end had the same effect…But he wasn't Dudley, thank god, he was their nephew, it wasn't the same as striking your son…

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize he'd walked right past the portrait of the Fat Lady until she called to him, "Well, are you coming in or not?"

Harry started slightly, then sheepishly gave the password and entered Common Room.

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Draco didn't know what he was doing.

It was bright and early on a perfectly nice Sunday morning. He could be doing anything…Practicing his flying to beat the Gryffin-dorks in their next match, or trying out that new jinx with a Longbottom guinea pig.

So why in all the bloody hells was he standing outside the door to the hospital wing, holding a (small) box of Chocolate Frogs and a stack of homework assignments, about to 'visit' someone for the first time in his Hogwarts career?

He didn't even know why he cared that Kimura was awake. It was too late for any of their scheduled weekend tutoring sessions, not like he got anything out of coming up here before seeing him this afternoon, and he'd barely known the foreigner for more than a few weeks anyway…

But the fact remained that he felt rather compelled to 'visit' one of his associates, and it rather confused him.

He let out a low hiss between his teeth and pushed the door open.

Kimura, the only person there, was sitting up in the white-clothed bed, reading something that looked like a very thick, black-and-white, backwards comic book, written in Japanese. He looked up when Draco entered and gave him a shy smile.

That always confused Draco: How could anyone smile like that so much? Especially when they spoke as little as Kimura did. He'd done it since the first day, when he'd climbed into the carriage, and then again during class…well, practically everyday. Draco thought it was a bit pointless, especially if he was trying to hide his real emotions.

But he was giving him that smile again as he set down his book. "Malfoy-kun." he said gently, the translation charm already in placed in his ear as he nodded his head in a slight bow. "It's good to see you."

Draco gave an indifferent shrug and handed over the box wordlessly, dropping the homework on a chair. Kimura seamed to understand, waiting until the blonde sat down beside the bed to open it, very carefully. He even folded the paper and set it on his bedside table, and it wasn't even very nice.

He laughed a little when he saw the chocolate frogs, ten of them, in their separate little containers, and smiled at Draco again. "Thank you, very much." he said with another slight bow.

His black cat wandered over to Draco, yawning as though she'd just woken up. She butted against Kouichi's hand, getting him to pet her, then blinked up at Draco with mild curiosity. Then she slipped under his crossed arms and positioned herself, quite calmly, in Draco's lap.

Draco felt a wave of indignation sweep over him. "Get off, carpet bag." he muttered at the cat, trying to pushed her off, but she dug her claws into his pants legs and refused to let go.

"Yugure…" Kimura chastised slowly, but the cat looked up at him with a sort of determined glare. The transfer sighed. "I'm sorry, Malfoy-kun. She's very…demanding… when she wants to be."

Draco scowled. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Kimura seamed confused. "What?"

"That…koo-un thing." Draco's scowl intensified. "If that's some kind of Japanese pun on my name…"

"It's nothing like that." Kimura looked down, messing nervously with the wrapper of a chocolate frog. "It's just a…an ending.…something you call your…friends…"

He left off, leaving Draco stewing in confusion.

Something you called your 'friend'? That was ridiculous. Malfoys did not have 'friends', Malfoys had…associates. Sure, there were some people he could be considered 'close' to. But not one of them was a 'friend'…

Crabbe and Goyle? Overly-muscled, dim-witted, gluttonous…they were bodyguards at their best, and flunkies at their lowest.

Theodore Nott? The son of another Death Eater…their families had known each other for several generations…Classmates. Merely a coincidental associate.

Pansy Parkinson? A slightly more…attractive…associate.

Kimura? Kimura was a…a…

…Why didn't he have a category for him?

"…Malfoy?" Kimura's soft voice brought him back to his senses. The transfer was holding out one of the chocolate frogs, still in its wrapping. "Do you…want one?"

Draco eyed it, uncertain, but took it with an indifferent shrug. Kimura was smiling at him again, undoing the package and catching the candy in his mouth as it leapt out. Draco couldn't help but smirk as he did the same.

Maybe having a 'friend' wasn't so bad.

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Sunday evening, the others listened with surprise and disbelief as Kouichi told them what had happened to him. They were wandering the grounds near the lake, just as the sun was setting, all wrapped up in various colors of scarves and heavy outerwear to guard against the chill of a Scottish winter that had begun to sit in.

They were a bit surprised, to say the least, and not just with the information from the Digital World. Actually, they were a bit more shocked at how much the usually-timid Kouichi was rattling off: about Lowemon, the three Angels, Voldemort in the Digital World, bringing back the D-Tectors…and he'd been talking so long he was almost blue by the time he stopped.

The following silence was almost deafening, broken only by the light crunching of six pairs of feet against the crisp snow.

Finally, Takuya spoke. "Are you serious?"

Kouichi shrugged. "Why would I joke?"

"…Woah." Junpei whispered.

"But…That's impossible." Izumi took a deep breath when the elder twin gave her a pained look. "What I mean is, you always have weird dreams when you pass out…last time it was the Alice-in-Wonderland gig…and you've been thinking about things like that a lot lately. Maybe it was just a dream."

Kouichi sighed through his teeth. "I knew you were going to say that." he mumbled, digging in his pocket. "Does this convince you?"

He pulled out a small, pink leaf. Well, it was pink, until it suddenly shifted to red…then orange…then yellow…green…blue…purple…pink…

"Is that…what I think it is?" Tomoki whispered as Kouji took it in his hand.

Kouichi nodded. "From the Village of Beginnings." He didn't need to explain any more…they all remembered the fabulous, multi-colored tree that made the center-point of said village.

Kouji twirled the leaf where everyone could see it, as though confirming its existence, glancing at his brother. "How'd you…?"

"The same way we're getting the D-Tectors back." Kouichi slipped his hands into his pockets. "It was an experiment…to see if the connection would work, with something simple. It'll take a lot more energy for something as complex as the D-Tectors, but we should be able to pull it off…"

It was quiet again. For a moment, they each stewed in their personal thoughts, then Kouji spoke again.

"So…when?"

Kouichi shrugged. "Next week sometime. Angewomon…Ophanimon…wants us to get started as soon as possible."

"And the Digimon?" Junpei pressed on. "Will more Digimon be coming?"

Kouichi sighed. "…It's more than likely."

Another silence, then a grin cracked across Takuya's face.

"Bring 'em on."

TBC…

Kouichi was, of course, reading a manga analogy somewhere along the quality of Weekly Shonen Jump. Tomoki brought it up to him for some entertainment.

Also, if you tear into a present in Japan, you're being extremely rude to the person who gave you the gift. You have to admire the wrapping, then carefully remove it and set it aside, even if you're just going to recycle it.