"NO!" Harry sat up, shaking off his dream of Takuya's capture. He looked at his calendar and noticed the day, Friday. "Dammit Takuya, what are you trying to tell me?" He mused, throwing various odds and ends in his trunk. Normally, students would have multiple sets of robes and clothing but Harry only threw in one. After that was his pocket Sneakascope and a few packs of parchment. "Hm, what else? I don't need any more ink since my bottle of fire-ink never runs out." He then threw in his quill and ink along with various schoolbooks and other school supplies. After he finished this, Harry zipped up his almost empty trunk. Next, he burnt the owl droppings from Hedwig's cage and sat that on top. When he was finished, Harry sat on his bed, leaning back with ease.

-Takuya? - As always, Harry felt something stirring, yet he never got an answer back. It felt like his friend was sleeping, even though this would mean Takuya had been asleep for around six months. -I'll check back later. -

At 5 o'clock, Harry returned to the house after his daily run. He kept human speed until he found a park and then would run at supersonic speeds. They always calmed him, making Harry feel alive. When Harry brought his things down to the living room, he noticed his relatives dressed up and antsy.

"So, how are they getting here?" Vernon asked.

"Er… You don't want to know, Uncle Vernon."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you really do not want to know, they're coming… their way."

"How?"

"Through the fireplace." Harry conceded.

"Through the?"

"Yes, it's a common mode of transit. I'd explain it better but I know you don't want to hear it. Either way, I have to use a different method."

"Well they're late."

"They have a weird clock though."

The conversation broke off as they heard a loud banging from inside the fireplace. It seemed the Weasleys were arguing about space. Harry quickly reassured the family they were in the right place and, at a thought from Ron, shoved his aunt, uncle, and cousin into the next room. The action was right on time as Arthur Weasley chose just that moment to explode onto the scene.

"Was anyone hurt?"

"No, I got them out of the way in time." With this, Harry greeted the group. Standing behind their father were Ron and his twin brothers, Fred and George. "Brought a whole crew didn't you?" Harry commented.

Seeing the large group, Arthur ordered everyone back in the fireplace where they took off. At last, only Harry, Arthur, and the Dursleys were standing there. Harry quickly said goodbye to his aunt and uncle. "Harry said goodbye." Arthur said in disgust.

"It's their way. They never really liked me being a wizard so they don't talk to me really. However, I know they care." Harry then turned to Dudley. After an incident involving Hagrid and a pig's tail, Dudley had a large fear of magic and was currently hiding his bottom from Arthur. "Dudley, I doubt you will listen but I see things, visions of the future. There's this one I keep seeing and I don't know if it is good or bad. I'm running through the forest by my school, running from something and then I see you and a figure with a wand. You are in a boxing stance while the other has his or her wand drawn. Suddenly, you and I are standing together but then we are separated by a huge cliff. The reason why I don't know if it is bad or good is because you have this smile on your face." Harry looked away and Dudley could faintly see Harry as a wolf, muzzle pointed up. The wolf boy then continued, "If you need help, there's always someone in the post office that can get messages to school. Send a letter to me and I will try to help. If you are on the run, the house I am going to is called the Burrow. Our kind can get you there. If you are in Scotland and you see a strange mansion with keep out signs that makes you think about things you have forgotten, whisper my name and if I can I will come to you." Harry then looked back at Dudley. "You don't belong in our world but I sense that you will be caught up in it soon." As he finished this, Harry jumped into the fireplace and was gone.

Harry and Ron sat on Ron's bed in the Burrow. Though they could talk mind to mind, both were currently talking, each comforted by the sound of the other's voice. After being told to tell Ron to get his socks, Hermione had walked upstairs. Before she opened the door, Hermione heard their voices and stopped to listen.

"You miss him don't you?"

"Yes."

"He was a good warrior and a loyal friend."

"He's still alive though Ron."

"He is?"

"I can feel him sleeping in the Digital World."

"What was it like, the first time?"

Harry laughed, "Heh, I remember it well. I had just died and been reborn. I was trying to get to the school but… Something drew me to Takuya. I melded with his burnt hand and then we were gone. When I woke up everything was so clear and quiet. Everyone was just trying to figure out how to raise an army to fight the Digimon I had warned them about. Then an old man, Gennai gave me Mokomon. Of course, he's DemiMeramon right now but… Well everything was shattered when Draco appeared and then we had to fight. I suppose that was when I felt like I truly belonged. My relatives didn't want me and at school I was just this famous hero but there, I had a purpose and a friend."

"That was the day of the Valkyrie, right?"

"Yes. A digimon passed a virus to me and I passed it to Takuya. He turned into the beast and went mad. Of course, those that were afraid when he bit them became the Valkyrie while the one who accepted him became the rider."

"You."

"Yes." With this, Harry got up and opened the door. Too shocked to move, Hermione stood there, staring.

A.N. I went and reread the posted story using the preview and I noticed some glaring holes in the story. As such, if you go back over all three books you will notice that content was added. When I write a book it goes into one document, the master copy. After I finish a "chapter" I copy-paste it to a separate document, add my beginning and ending author's notes, save it, and then post the document. While I was reading, I noticed stuff was either double copied or accidentally omitted. Though I noticed the little spelling mistakes, I decided to leave those be and deal with the really messed up crap.