The next few weeks passed by. The group had noticed that parts of the Digital World had changed and heard of the return of the dragon, Azulongmon to Trial Mountain. Harry and the others that made the trek up Trial Mountain felt the world healing, the wind more crisp than ever. For the most part, the group was able to tour, Harry and Draco shocked at every turn. Occasionally, they were attacked but the fights were nothing. No matter where they looked, the identities of the other shadows were unknown. At last, the group returned to the Human world, settling into their human lives.

The night Harry Potter returned to Privet Drive, a mere week later, Uncle Vernon was standing there, looking at the boy in disgust. He noticed his nephew's ears had grown taller and the boy had more hair. But when he looked at the boy's eyes, Vernon couldn't help but step back. For the first time, Vernon saw them from up close, seeing them not as human eyes, but as flames, dancing in the sockets. He also noticed some stupid goggles on Harry's face and reached out to take them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Harry spoke.

Vernon froze at the growling boy. The words seemed to have power to them, reminding Vernon of lions and other predators. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Pulling those goggles off would be unwise. I'm sure you remember last year."

Vernon froze, remembering his attempt to stop Harry from escaping in a flying car. As soon as he touched the boy, his skin began to burn, heat coursing through the boy's leg. "Well, get rid of them."

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry walked past Vernon, willing his goggles away. He loped upstairs, long legs taking the stairs four at a time with an animalistic grace. After he was out of sight, Harry's form lost all definition, turning into a small ball of flame. Harry heard Dudley snoring in his bed and the elder Dursleys talking in the kitchen.

"I don't get that boy, is this normal?"

"No, not at all Vernon."

"I mean first the alarms, now he looks part wolf."

"He can't be a werewolf though, they only change at the full moon. Perhaps something else?"

The weeks passed by, only marred by the news that Vernon's sister, Marge was visiting. Unlike usual, Harry would have to endure her since he would be required to see her as per her orders. Thankfully, the 31st put this out of his mind with his thirteenth birthday. Kazu and Kenta had jokingly given Harry some Digimon game cards, including one of a large assortment of the beasts. Jeri had knitted a sock puppet for him and Takuya sent him a drawing of Mokomon, DemiMeramon, a creature called Candlemon, and Meramon. Harry guessed that this was a drawing of DemiMeramon's forms. Hermione had given Harry a broomstick kit and the Warriors gave Harry a jacket with the symbol of fire on it. On the inside, everyone had written their names. Tai and his group had bought the boy a computer with a hookup for his D-Link. Even the younger ones gave him something, a scrapbook they had worked on with their escorts. Along with this, Ron had given Harry a pocket sneakoscope and a clipping from the wizard's newspaper, the Daily Prophet. The newspaper showed that Ron's father, Arthur had won a large sum of money which they had spent going to Egypt. Along with the mess of gifts, Hagrid sent a biting book and Hogwarts sent his school supply list and a form to be filled out by parents.

Later that day, Aunt Marge arrived. When she entered, she expected to see both Dudley and Harry but only found Dudley. Although Harry was not the type to abuse his firepower, his other nonmagical gifts were another matter. Vernon Dursley opened his mouth to yell for Harry when he heard the doorbell ring. When he turned around to answer it, no one was there. Furious, he opened his mouth to yell for Harry when he felt something moving. It stopped and Vernon looked up into the eyes of his nephew. Before anyone could open their mouths, Takuya loped in and stood next to the boy.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Marge, Dudley, Aunt Petunia, this is my friend from Stonewell High, Takuya Kanbara. I realize it's not very polite to have friends over at the same time as family but he really doesn't have anywhere to stay as he got to England quicker than he meant to. I figured since you were so kind as to let me live here, you wouldn't mind another person." Harry said in his low growl.

"Are you mocking me boy?"

"Not at all Aunt Marge. See, Takuya lives in Japan and usually stays near the school but he wasn't able to find a room."

"Why are you taking that tone with me?"

"It's how I talk. I know it isn't close to how it used to be but I've changed a bit."

-Harry, you're cracking me up.-

-Well the last time, she sicced her dog on me and wouldn't let me come down until midnight so I figured…-

All at once, the pit-bull, Ripper walked in and started toward Harry. When he got close, the dog froze and then backed away slowly.

"What did you do to my baby?"

"Nothing Aunt Marge, Ripper just smelled me, that's all."

With that, Marge lifted her hand to slap Harry, quickly Vernon grabbed it and kept her from hitting Harry.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I don't think we should hit Harry."

"I don't like that look on his face Vernon, you're too soft with the boy." With that, she freed herself from Vernon's grasp and smacked Harry.

Or at least, the place where he had been standing. "I would prefer to keep you from any injuries, Aunt Marge. If you touch me, it would be you in pain not I." Harry had used his speed to leap behind Marge, keeping away from Ripper. He adjusted the heat in his body, making sure she felt the heat slightly against her skin. Even though he hated Harry, Vernon softly whispered a "thank you," which Harry was able to hear. "Oh, you're welcome Uncle Vernon. I was wondering if, you know, I could get permission to go off-campus on weekends. Third year students are allowed to but they need permission first."

Marge looked at the pair and then demanded to know what was going on.

The week slowly slipped by with Harry and Takuya making Marge's life hell. For once, Harry treated his aunt and uncle well, keeping the outside problems minimal. In thanks, Vernon did not ask Harry to shower and allowed both boys the privilege to do whatever they wanted. Takuya had begun to teach Dudley some Japanese, the boy practicing at every opportunity. Harry kept Ripper fed well, even grilling meat for the dog when he got a chance. As a direct result, Ripper had quickly taken to following Harry and Takuya, the three spending their time racing around the neighborhood. Of course, the finale was going to be interesting.

Though Harry and Takuya rarely ate with the family, Marge's last night was the exception. The two boys had grown some more muscle, all the sinew coursing through their muscles ripping through their skinny arms. Both had dragged their trunks by the door, ready to leave afterward. Of course, Marge hadn't learned, taking digs at both Harry and Takuya. Both boys were cool about it, dropping subtle hints about how rude it was to insult guests. Eventually, Marge made a comment about Harry's parents, causing the magical part of Harry to snap. Marge grew large, rising to the ceiling. Without thinking, a wind rose up from Takuya, sucking Marge downward. With a glance, both boys waved, picked up their trunks, and dashed out the door, ready to move.

Of course, the boys didn't get far as they saw a very familiar black dog. In shock, Harry jerked back, right hand up. With a bang, a triple decker bus appeared and the conductor quickly said it was the Knight Bus. The man froze in the middle of his spiel when he noticed he was talking to what looked like two wolves.

"Please sir, we'd like two tickets to, erm… the Leaky Cauldron. We're third year Hogwarts students and this'll be much more relaxing than running to Diagon Alley." With this, Harry put enough money for both tickets in the conductor, Stan's hand and both boys hopped on the bus with their trunks and Hedwig's cage. Instead of laying on the beds, Harry and Takuya stood, waiting for the driver to start.

After realizing the strangers wouldn't sit down, Stan Stunspike asked his driver, Ernie to start the bus. He watched the "boys" carefully, wondering when they would fall. It soon became a challenge, Ernie would scream around the corner and Stan would watch as they moved just slightly, altering their stances at just the right moment. When they reached the first stop, the boys took off their shoes and stood on their toes. This was possible because their feet were more like dog or wolf feet, making their balance easier to obtain. What's more, the boys even looked like they were having… fun. The bus slowed and arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and the boys tied their shoes to their necks and then grabbed their trunks, easily swinging them onto their backs. When one of the boys turned to say thanks, Stan gasped, there was no mistaking the scar of Harry Potter.