Digital

Chapter 3

Enough is enough

Edited on: 6/3/11

A/N: Many thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter

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Previously on Digital:

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.

And now the continuation:

From a chair in the kitchen, Petunia observed as her husband ascended the stairs like a possessed demon from hell and then watched him as he walked into her nephew's room. Silently she waited in nervous anticipation for the expected sounds of pain which she knew were soon to come and wondered what Vernon would do to the boy.

For two whole seconds all was quiet, then an earth shattering bellow of pure fear filled the house, not that of a young boy however, but that of an older man, then... nothing.

Petunia froze. That was not what she had expected to happen.

"Vernon?" she called out somewhat hesitantly.

No reply.

"Vernon?" she called again, louder.

Still no reply.

VERNON! She screamed.

Then just as she was about to panic, pandemonium broke loose and the distinct sounds of running footsteps, a hard slam of a door and finally the distinctive thump of a falling body could be heard. Then all was quiet once more.

For a moment time seemed to halt as she simply stood still, eyes wide open, then, fearing the worst, she started to run up the stairs.

Harry's room just moments before.

It didn't take long for Vernon to reach Harry's door. Menacingly, holding his golf club firmly in his right hand, his arms held high, ready to strike, he advanced inside, only to stop in shock, fear and wonder at what was waiting for him inside.

Seconds passed and nothing happened as for the next few seconds digimon and uncle simply stared at each others, one surprised, the other doing his best to look menacingly, an eerie quietness only broken by the sound of Harry's aunt calling from below.

Then, as if in slow motion, it happened: Harry growled and extended his claws to full length.

That was all it took.

One second Vernon was stepping into the room, his club raised above his head, ready to strike his nephew, then the next he was in full panic, screaming wildly, rushing for the door, his eyes wide open in fear, a wet stain appearing in his pants, doing his best to get back out.

The moment he came face to face with the fiercest looking creature he had ever seen in his life; a blood red two meter tall creature with razor sharp claws pointing right at him, Vernon lost all of his courage and wet his pants…literally.

The whole manoeuvre lasted about fifteen to twenty full seconds, but those seconds were probably the funniest of Harry life.

Harry never thought his walrus of an uncle could ever run that fast.

'Amazing what a bit of motivation can do,' Harry mused, wide eyed as he tried to comprehend what he had just seen, then he fell over as he doubled over with laughter. He simply couldn't help himself, and by doing so forgot one of the oldest and most important rules in the book.

'Never think a battle over and won, before you have checked that the enemy is gone.'

As it turned out, that was probably the worst thing he possibly could have done at that time as unknown to him, the moment his Uncle had shut the door in his hurry to leave the room, he had collapsed, just outside and in front of the door.

Having never run so fast in his entire life, indeed having never once found it even remotely necessary to exercise before either, the sudden immense increase of physical stress and fright had totally wasted him, in every sense of the word.

Imagine his surprise… and rage when he heard the distinct sound of laughter coming from his nephews door.

Petunia was in shock.

She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it, but reality was staring her in the face at last. All she could do was star as her husband of twenty years lay, defeated, white faced, panting and shivering on the floor, beside her.

Her husband had finally been defeated by 'the freak'. The day she had been dreading above all others had finally arrived.

Then, she heard it. The unmistakeable sound of laughter coming from her nephews room and just like her husband she now understood it all…or so she thought.

"That little good for nothing… freak of a bitch," Vernon said, hissing in anger as he too thought that he had been duped. That was no monster, but rather it was that monster of a freak, he thought thinking that the boy had dressed himself up as a wild creature in an attempt to scare him. Never before had he felt so humiliated, so scared before than at that moment and by his freak of a nephew no less.

'Oh he is so going to pay for his,' he thought to himself then looked at his wife. It was clear from the look on her face she was thinking the same thing. They had both been royally tricked by their freak of a nephew.

Motioning his wife to be quiet and to follow him he waited for her to nod then led her to their room. Once safely inside he started to speak:

"Petunia dear, this is the night we have been waiting for. Tonight the freak dies. Monster or no monster, freaks or no freaks, warning or no warning. This ends tonight!"

"But Vernon, what if they come for him?" asked Petunia shocked.

"Then we simply tell them he ran away, simple as that," said Vernon, annoyed that his wife was hesitating at this crucial moment.

"Oh I don't know…what if they somehow find out?" said Petunia again, doing her best to stop him from doing something they might actually eventually regret.

"If we do this right they won't… trust me. After all, they know how we treat the boy, that's no secret after all. Would it really be so unbelievable if he simply had had enough and ran away?" Vernon said, hoping that she would understand and agree. He simply couldn't stand having that boy in his house anymore.

Oh, he was going to miss the free servant in the house all right, but if that was the only down side of this then he would gladly accept it.

"Oh I really don't…." Petunia tried again but was stopped by her husband.

"Trust me," Vernon said holding up his hand to stall his wife.

Reluctantly Petunia agreed.

At the direct moment Petunia agreed to Vernon's plan, many miles away in three different locations, three completely different things began to happen:

In a grave in a cemetery called Godrics Hollow the skeleton of a dead woman started to move and spin around in her grave while her spirit in heaven watched in horror as her sister agreed to the murder of her only son.

In a small run down house somewhere in Ottery St. Catchpole, an old family grandfather clock began to chime as one of its hands started to change. The lone occupant of the room, a young girl with red hair, gasped in horror as she saw the pointer with the name of her childhood crush change from 'In Prison' to 'Mortal Peril'. "MOM!" she screamed as she ran from the room in search for her mother.

While in a different world inhabited by digital monsters, a wizened old man, not quite human, shivered, looked up from what he was doing and exclaimed; "It has begun".

The first sign Harry received that something had gone horribly wrong was when his door was knocked open with such force that it crashed right into the wall with enough force to leave a dent.

So surprised was he that he never even had enough time to move, before he felt a sharp pain, as a 'two iron' golf club smashed into his shoulder with enough force to break a normal persons bones.

Suddenly blinded with severe pain, Harry fell to the floor gasping. Miraculously however if you didn't count the pain he felt, that was all that happened to him. He had no injuries, no cuts, no bruises, no broken or dislocated shoulder…nothing…only pain, and a feeling of being somewhat weaker than before.

No time to be surprised by the lack of injuries, which Harry was sure he should have, but didn't, he only had enough time to fully realize what was happening before the club came back for more.

For a second Harry blacked out as the club smashed into his head and he fell to the ground, once again feeling somewhat weaker than before.

Instinctively Harry knew that if he got too weak he would die.

He could not, would not let that happen.

Vernon, thinking that he had finally killed his freak of a nephew, raised and brought his club down two more times in quick succession to make sure that that really was the case, before pausing to catch his breath. Using his hand to wipe some sweat of his forehead Vernon briefly looked away, thereby missing Harry's body suddenly flicker briefly before stabilizing once again.

That was all the time Harry needed to react.

At the very moment his uncle struck him with his club an extraordinary thing happened which nobody could have expected.

Unknown to all, even Harry himself, Harry had an extra personality, locked away in his sub consciousness, just waiting to break free. Namely that of his alter digimon ego.

At the very moment Harry's human side lost itself, unable to think clearly due to the pain, Harry's internal defences became low enough for this ever present, but until now locked away digimon side, to break out of its prison and come to the front of his mind from where it quickly took over full control of his body.

Now in control of its hosts body the wild digimon within overrode normally dominating human senses and completely took over control of Harry's mind, body and perhaps even soul.

The results of which were devastating to say the least. He never knew what hit him.

Harry could only watch in shock and horror, now only a passenger in his own body and not understanding in the least what was happening, as in a matter of two to four seconds, his alter ego completely annihilated his uncle in a most brutal fashion.

All over before he could even blink, it was mesmerizing and somewhat scary to watch. First he watched as he smashed his uncles right arm into pieces, literally, like a slash hammer striking bone, then the other arm, before he moved on to his uncles right leg, then the left, leaving him completely crippled, before he finally issued what looked like a perfect round house kick, straight at the now broken body, kicking it into a near by wall, leaving an indent where it hit. Vernon never even saw it coming, neither had Harry for that matter.

His uncle never even had time to scream, never even time to realise what was happening to him before it was all over.

The next thing Harry noticed was his aunt, standing in the door way, one hand in front of her mouth, a horrified look on her face, before that look of horror slowly turned into one of pure hatred, before she brought up a shotgun which she held firmly in her right hand.

'Oh shit!' he thought, his own eyes widening as he saw what she was carrying.

His digmon side seemed to fully understand what he was thinking and what that shotgun could do to them if it hit, because in the next few seconds Harry watched in even more amazement as his body began to blur as it expertly dodged first one shot, then another, all the way ignoring the little pricks of pain from the numerous splinters which were flying into him from several new holes in the wall, before leaping straight into mid air where he seemed to come to a complete stop.

As if that wasn't enough, what happened next was to change his life for ever, for out of his own mouth came two simple words:

"Firefox Storm!"

For a second it seemed as if nothing was about to happen, but then his arms started to glow a bright white.

Harry watched amazed as his arms crossed over each other, then moved apart again to release what seemed like a hundred or so small flaming red feather darts out from his body, right towards his terrified aunt.

Petunia only had enough time to close the door to the room in an attempt to block the darts, before they struck into it, glowed a bright white, then exploded in a small explosion of flames, completely blowing the door apart in the process.

Harry could hear his aunt's high pitched scream of pain as dozens of splinters from the demolished door showered her, cutting her in many places, but he didn't care. He was not going to help her, not when she had just tried to kill him mere moments before, aunt or no aunt, it didn't matter anymore, not that he could have anyway as he still had no control of his body.

Finally, without giving where the door had once been another glance, Harry watched helplessly as his body sprinted towards and dove straight for the now missing window at such a high speed he had difficulties seeing his own feet move. (The window had been blown to bits by Petunias shotgun)

Seconds later he found himself flying through he open air, head first, out the window then on to his feet in a crouching 'battle ready' position on the front lawn, nearly ten meters below.

Once on the ground his body suddenly turned invisible as it phased out of sink with the world, surprising Harry even more. Finally he watched as he ran down the road, away from the house and out of sight.

Ten minutes later and several blocks away in a small park, now out of danger, Harry's body stopped moving. Feeling the remains of his strength leave him he collapsed to the ground and all went dark once more.

All in all the whole battle, from the moment his uncle entered his room, to the time he was down the road and out of sight, lasted approximately no more than two full minutes.

Down stairs in the sitting room Dudley looked up briefly from watching the telly, a program called digimon, when he heard another loud bang and a scream coming from up the stairs.

Confused, but not really caring about what was happening above as long as it didn't take him away from the TV he shrugged then went back to watching the series.

Some things just weren't important enough for him to know about, he mused as he watched a digimon called Agumon blast another unknown digimon away with a ball of fire.

Now 'digimon', that was important, he thought.

He really had no idea.

Dumbledore's office Hogwarts, just moments after Harry's escape from 'Privet prison'.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the man with too many titles to mention, namely: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, Leader of the order of the phoenix, Proud holder of the order of Merlin first class, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Grand sorcerer, Defeater of the Dark Lord Gilbert Grindlewald, Founder of the twelve uses of dragons blood and the one rumored to be; the most powerful wizard of his time, as well as many other titles of varying importance, sat quietly in his office in Hogwarts, enjoying a well deserved quiet evening after a hard days work of preparing for the next school year, when he was suddenly rudely disturbed by the chime of an incoming floo call.

Startled and somewhat annoyed by the sudden sound of the incoming call, he swore quietly to himself before choosing to ignore said call.

"Not interested!... Go away," he called out, not bothering to even look away from the magazine he was currently reading, "I'm busy."

A few seconds passed before the floo chimed again, prompting him to groan.

'Typical,' he thought. 'I finally manage to have a moment of freedom to myself and some inconsiderate… individual just happens to think it's the right time to call me.'

The floo chimed a third time and this time Albus threw down his magazine, the newest edition of playwizard, and snarled.

"Fine…have it your way!" he said, disgust evident in his voice.

Quickly putting away the magazine, so that nobody would be able to see his newest pastime, (after all it wouldn't do for the good headmaster of a school to be seen reading a paywizard in his spare time) he quickly uttered the password needed to allow the connection to be established and recognised the face of Molly Weasley, mother of seven and one of his most loyal supporters in the fire.

"Ah, Molly, how wonderful to see you, ar…"

"Albus, co…c…come q…q…quick…so…so…something te-terrible has happened…I mean…something is ha…happening right now…," Molly said stuttering badly as she tried to speak, while at the same time trying her best to regain her breath. It was clear she had been running and in a great hurry mere moments before.

"Shhh…calm down, there is no need to panic," Dumbledore said, interrupting the frantic woman in mid speech. Here, have a lemon drop," he said offering her a sweet from his ever present box of calming drought drugged sweets.

Molly however ignored the sweets but managed to calm down just long enough to say two more words.

"Help….Harry!"

That was all Dumbledore needed to hear. Practically throwing himself out of his chair he ran to the fireplace and waited just long enough to choo Molly's head out of the flames, before he threw in some powder.

Two seconds and a flash of green flames later, he was gone.