Digital

Chapter 2

Digital Trouble

Edited: 6/3/11

A/N: Many thanks to everybody who reviewed this chapter.

Thanks lads, its appreciated!

Previously on Digital:

The last thing Harry saw before he lost consciousness was the start of a wing appear from where his arm had once been moments before, then all went black.

And now the continuation:

It was late in the early morning of the day the Dursleys were supposed to return when Harry regained consciousness.

Slowly he groaned, and then opened his eyes. "What happened," he asked himself, feeling somewhat dazed as he tried to remember what he had done the day before.

Slowly it came back to him, prompting him to groan again, even louder than before.

"Oh simply marvellous," he said quietly before getting up, or rather… attempting to get up.

The moment he tried to stand he lost control over his body and fell flat onto his muzzle.

Muzzle?

"What the heck!.."

It was at that moment that Harry noticed that he could see a lot more of his face than he should normally have been able to. Most prominent was his nose ... his…muzzle, and it was all furry.

For a few seconds he panicked. "What happened to me?" he asked himself. Then he remembered.

"Oh…right!...That! So it worked after all," he told himself as he began to calm down, realising that it was only the front end of his transformed face which he was seeing.

"I wonder what I am," he asked himself after a while, suddenly eager to find out what he had become.

Bringing a transformed hand to his face to study it, he noticed that his hand had changed into a paw, like that of a large dog… or rather in this case, that of a fox.

"So… I'm the fox?"

A small flick of his paws later and a set of razor sharp claws extended from them, directly where his fingers used to be.

"Nice!" he said approvingly, admiring his new claws. "These will definitely be useful."

"I wonder how sharp they are."

A sudden movement later and he had his answer as a long cut could be seen across what had, until this moment, been his pillow, leaving it in two separate pieces with a lot of feathers on the ground.

Harry smiled. "cool!"

Looking down at his body for the first time however, Harry became confused.

"Okaaay…I have fox paws so that means I'm a fox…right?… but then what are these … Phoenix feathers…doing…here…er…"

"...What is the name of freaking merlin!…"

Now highly interested in what he had become, Harry tried to get up again, and this time he managed to do so, though it took some practice at first to control his new limbs.

His whole body seemed to have changed completely over the night, from his human body into…what exactly?

Moving towards the door Harry reached out, tried to open it and to his delight he found that he could still do so easily enough.

Well, he did know how to, after all it's not like he had lost his brain and his human common sense after he transformed, he reminded himself quietly.

"Good, I'd hate to have had problems doing that," he said, glad that he could still do something as easy as opening a door with relative ease.

Knocking into the wall on his way out like a drunken sailor after a night out on the booze, Harry somehow managed to reach the bathroom door and pushed it open, right before he collapsed, back on to the floor.

"Ok…this will take some getting used to," he said to himself, annoyed with his sudden problems to stay upright, but also very excited to find out what he was.

Come to think of it, if I'm some sort of a fox, then how did I manage to walk upright?" he asked himself confused, remembering that foxes shouldn't be able to do that in the first place.

Slowly Harry raised himself back up of the ground and stood up as well as he could manage to do so.

Taking a somewhat shaky step towards the mirror, he braced himself and looked in, then gaped.

"What in the name of…," he trailed of.

For the next few minutes Harry was completely silent. He simply stared.

"Looks like I've done the impossible once again," he said eventually, as he studied himself in the mirror with complete amazement.

For a minute Harry didn't know what to think. He was fairly sure even Hagrid, his care of magical creature's professor, back at school, would never have seen anything like this before, and would probably have stared at him in open mouthed shock. (before turning into a giddy school boy who just received his Christmas present a day early)

Then, just as quickly his as bewilderment and astonishment had come, it disappeared again as he accepted what he had somehow become and Harry began to smile, then grin, noticing his pointy canine teeth as he did so.

"Wicked," he said out loud, doing an almost perfect re-enactment of the voice of one of two of his other friends; Fred and George, the Weasley Twins, pranksters supreme. They would have loved this. Even the enthusiasm in the voice was perfect and a near identical duplicate of that of his two friends.

Staring back at him was the most amazing creature he has ever seen before in his entire life.

Coming from him, a person who had stared down dragons, fought a basilisk and ridden a hippogriff, not to mention, seen many other magical creatures of different shapes and sizes, this was saying something.

His whole body was covered, back to front, from his neck down to his toes, in pure blood red fine, soft, silky fox fur, with a few black patterns in random places.

His head had changed completely into that of a fox, complete with two large pointy golden red fox ears which could be clearly seen emerging from the tips of his head.

At his back, two, somewhat angelic looking, white red and black feathered phoenix wings, reached outwards from his spine to extend and hover above his head in a majestic ark.

Finally, a long somewhat darker red, black striped furry foxy tail could be clearly seen cascaded, in its full beauty, down the complete length of his body, starting from the tips of his tail bone, right down the length of his legs, to end just a few inches from the ground.

All in all he was two meters in length, and Harry was particularly pleased to see his mothers green eyes, much greener than before, staring out at him from his new face.

Only one thing annoyed him and that was that his infamous scar was still visible and clearly displayed across his forehead, in a mixture of black and gold, a constant reminder of his cursed connection with the dark lord, but other than that he had nothing to complain about. What really surprised him however was that he was able, even built, to walk upright like a human and not on all fours like a common fox.

All in all a fine young… fox-phoenix hybrid... well, mainly a fox with two angelic looking phoenix wings, Harry mused before looking away again. He really liked what he had become. It looked good…it looks powerful…and overall it looked dangerous. Just what he needed to fight Voldemort and his minions.

Harry took the rest of the morning to get used to his new form. It took a while but he finally got the hang of moving around without falling all over the place at every odd second of the day, and by the end of the morning he was confident enough that he could walk around with out concentrating too much on what he was doing.

However, all good things must come and go and soon Harry remembered that this was the day his loving relatives were to return from their business trip.

Sighing with disappointment and not looking forward to it in the least, Harry briefly considered whether to stay in his new form and frighten his relatives a bit with it, preferably to death, but in the end he decided against it.

He shouldn't antagonize them more than absolutely necessary. Oh he'd fight them alright if he had to, but not unless he actually had to, he reasoned with himself just as he prepared to turn back into his human form.

Once again he cleared his mind of anything, but of what he wanted to change into, in this case his former self. Slowly, patiently he went through the other steps needed to transform and then willed himself to change back.

Nothing happened.

Patiently Harry tried again but still nothing happened.

This time Harry did feel a little frightened, but quickly reminded himself that the first few transformations were always the most difficult to master and that he shouldn't really expect too much from his first few tries.

Forcefully calming himself down Harry spent the whole afternoon of the day trying to change back into his human form, he even went as far as to attempt to change his body back one part at a time, one by one, even though the book had strongly discouraged it, but no matter what he tried his body simply refused to change back.

It was nearing the time Harry knew the Dursleys were to return when Harry finally did panic.

'What if I can't change back? 'What if I'm stuck in this form?' He thought as he tried for what seemed to be the nine hundredth time that day, but was probably less, to change back again.

Alas, once again absolutely nothing happened.

Harry had heard of several cases where an animagus had not managed to transform back by themselves and had needed help to do so. Was he perhaps one of those?

For a second or two he cursed himself for not taking any precautions against such a situation but then remembered nobody would ever have agreed to help him anyway if he had asked in the first place.

Harry continued to try for a few more minutes before he heard the tell tale sign of a car door slam in a driveway, then an even louder slam of the front door, followed shortly afterwards by a loud angry bellow of his Uncle.

"BOY!"

"Get your bloody good for nothing freak ass down here…NOW!"

'Uh Oh!' Harry thought as he realised that the Dursleys were indeed back again…and what was worse, in what seemed to be a very bad mood.

"Well...no time like the present to face the music," he said, at first a bit worried about what was about to happen, but then his demeanour changed and a grin appeared across his foxy face. He might as well make good use of his new body while he had it.

"Indeed, no time like the present," he said as he once again reminded himself that he was now his own boss and nobody's fool of a slave anymore, then thought with increasing delight of the fright his relatives would get when they saw him.

Harry was just about to go down stairs and meet them when he suddenly had a nasty idea. 'If I do this, then why don't I do it right?' he thought with a smirk.

Glancing at his bed Harry looked down at his old blood stained bed sheets and nodded. Oh yes, he was definitely going to do this, he thought as he remembered some of the 'not so good' times he and his uncle had shared. His mind made up he silently waited, listening to the evident pounding of his uncles feet as he ascended up the stairs to his room.

This was going to be so much fun. Or so he hoped.

Vernon Dursley was currently in a very bad mood.

Not only had he not managed to convince that bastard Crowley to accept his generous offer, but the man had even had the gall to call him a lying conniving cheat.

Him a cheat? How dare he! Vernon thought angrily as he steered his car down the street and closer to his house.

During the whole journey Vernon had been fantasizing how he would take out his new found anger on his freak of a nephew. So much so that he had nearly caused an accident, twice, for not fully paying attention to the road.

Oh, how he hoped that boy hadn't somehow managed to complete all of those chores he had set him. He needed a good excuse to punish him.

'He really shouldn't have been able to, but then again he is a freak, and freaks have been known to do impossible things,' he reminded himself. 'Ah whatever, I'll beat him all the same,' he thought, a crazy sadistic look appearing all over his face from just thinking about what he would do to the boy as soon as he got his hands on him.

Slowly he drove the car around the last corner and received his first glance of the house after leaving it two weeks in the boys care.

He hadn't really wanted to do it; leave the boy alone in the house, but it was either that, or to take the brat with him.

None of the neighbours had wanted him since they all thought he was a dangerous delinquent from St. Brutus's school for dangerous incurable boys, and the old bat of a woman; Mrs Fig, who used to always baby sit him in the past, was currently sick.

'No!…It had been the right thing to do,' thought Vernon, validating his decision.

'There!…The lawn hasn't been cut…that's all I need!' his mind practically screamed at him gleefully with excitement, the moment he saw what he had hoped for.

As if on queue, Petunias shrill voice sounded from the passenger seat of the car: "Vernon…," she screamed. "what happened to my roses?…Oh no! Please, please tell me I'm just seeing things…please, for heavens sake, tell me that boy didn't do what I think he did," came Petunia's shrill voice of horror, as she stared at the shrivelled dried out remains of what had once been her precious prize winning roses.

"I'm sorry Petty, but it looks like he did," Vernon said, while at the same time trying his best to hide the gleam of pure sadistic joy that was steadily growing in his eyes. Not at the sight of the roses, mind you he couldn't stand those things anyway and was actually glad they were gone, but because this gave him an excellent reason to punish the boy, must severely.

Beside him Petunia began to sob. "We never should have left him alone," she nearly screamed in anger. "We never should have trusted the little freak," she said through a whimper.

Taking this as the perfect time for him to act, Vernon put one of his fat hands on to his wife's leg and patted it. "Don't worry dear…he'll pay," he said in his best fake soothing voice.

'Oh yes…he will definitely pay... in more ways than one ,' he thought to himself smugly, already wondering where he had left that old cane of his. It would get some good use tonight, he mused, trembling in anticipation, excitement almost getting the better of him as he opened the car door and stepped out.

Like a man on a mission, which he was, Vernon walked up to the front door and pushed it open with such force that the window pane broke.

'Just another reason to punish the boy,' Vernon thought, justifying his next act, then filled his mouth with air.

"BOY!" he bellowed. "Get your bloody good for nothing freak ass down here…NOW!"

Waiting for a second he waited for the boys footsteps to come down the stairs, but they didn't come.

"Right, that's it," he said then began to thump up the stairs, stopping only to grab a golf club along the way.

A/N: Uh oh!...this looks bad…but does Vernon know what he is up against?

Something tells me he does not.

Anyway, no matter what happens, Harry leaves the Dursley's in the next chapter.

Until next time.

LLC