Timeline: Takes place in Order of the Pheonix and between Urban Jungle and Phantom Planet.
Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, it would still be going. If I owned Harry Potter, Sirius would not be dead.
So, obviously, I do not own them. Now, excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
Summary: Nearly everyone in Danny's town has been murdered by Death Eaters, includeing his friends and family, leaving Amity Park a shell of what it once was. Soul, apprentice to Clockwork, ghost Master of Time, was told by her master to go to her friend, for there they will be picked up by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and to help in the crusade against the Dark Lord Voldemort, or else more senseless deaths will occur.
Eternity
A Danny Phantom and Harry Potter Fanfic
By Clockwork Soul
Chapter 1: The End, or The Begining?
"Danny…"
The voice echoed out eerily, laced with pain and guilt, over the former park of Amity, now a make-shift graveyard.
A boy turned to the source, his brilliant blue eyes dim, his black hair laying disheveled and hung unkempt over his tear- and dirt-stained face. He watched numbly as a girl appeared, sitting next to him, staring at the freshly dug graves around them. Long snow-white hair with black tips fell in front of her face, hiding her expression. A pure black cloak that seemed to swirl at the end, eddies of energy flowing outward before vanishing, hung loosely around her shoulders, its hood down. It was held in place by a clasp shaped like a clocks gear, with a 'CW' insignia engraved upon it.
"…Soul..?" His voice sounded hallow, dead, barely a whisper.
Soul, apprentice to Clockwork, the ghost Master of Time, looked at him, her striking eyes—black where her whites should have been, with glowing, unnaturally neon green irises—full of pain and guilt. Fresh tears followed their predecessor's paths, and making their own.
"Danny…" she said, her voice echoing in the way only the dead can, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Clockwork and I… we cannot undo this… I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…" She shuddered and buried her face in her head, her frame shaking with sobs.
Danny, at the sight of his strongest friend's composure crumbling, realized that her pain was as great as his, immediately pulled her into his arms. Somehow, someway, she found a way to blame herself. She wrapped her arms around him, crying into his shoulder.
"Soul…" he said once her sobs slowed, "Soul… I don't blame you… you or Clockwork. I never even thought it. How could I? No one is to blame, except the monsters," for Danny refused to think humans could have caused so much… death, "who did this." He looked at the graves directly in front of them, tears blurring his vision. His family... Sam… Tucker… their families… Beyond them lay hundreds more, his teachers, his schoolmates, and many, many more he didn't know.
"Its just so wrong…" she murmured into the crook of his neck, "It just so wrong that so many—so many—innocents had to die, and here I am, apprentice to Time, and I'm powerless to lift a finger against it. Its just- just not fair!" She shook her head, calming almost instantly. "There I go, acting like a child, because my only friends are gone, and I- I'm just like everyone else… I've never felt like this before…" She tightened her arms around him, her voice dieing down to a whisper once again. "I didn't even know them well… I've only know you for half a year… Yet…" She shuddered, unable to continue.
"Yet…" Danny said as he leaned his head on hers, closeing his eyes, thankful—not for the first time—that her presence usually kept the bad memeories that threatened at bay, "Yet in that half year, you became just as much a part of my family as the others… I love you, Soul, like I loved them… Like they loved you…" He pulled her closer.
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They sat like that for what felt hours, each unwilling to move, to think about anything. Finally Soul looked up at her friend, who nodded and stood, still pulling her with him. She felt as his already low temperature dropped, his breathing slow, and his heart cease. Watching as ice-blue eyes turned neon-green, and jet-black hair turn snow-white.
He had long since abandoned his old HAZMAT suit, instead Danny Phantom now wore black jeans and white combat boots. He had on a black long-sleeved shirt, with a white sleeveless vest, and a black, loose-hanging belt with a few packs, and a specially made holster to hold a Fenton Thermos, with white, elbow-length gloves. His white 'DP' symbol was on the front of his belt. Three green bands wrapped around the upper parts of his arms—two on the left, one on the right—and he wore a green collar, which had Clockwork's symbol on it.
Soul's own outfit is similar, but instead she had on a longsleeve white shirt that cutoff above her navel, and black, fingerless gloves. Her pants were white, and her boots were black. She also wore a belt just like Danny's, but without his symbol. A stylized black 'S' was sewn onto her shirt—Jazz's idea. Her black cloak billowed out behind her as the wind picked up. Chains—Sam's idea—wrapped around her boots and waist, one hanging slightly longer than the others. When asked about it, she would simply reply, "Not many expect to get hit in the face with a ecto-charged chain when their to busy spouting witty banter."
The two let go of gravity, floating a few feet in the air. They drew apart, but still stayed close, holding eachother's hand. Looking back at the graves of their friends and family, before turning toward the one place they could think of. Home. Sanctuary.
Fenton Works.
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They landed silently in the living room, transforming into their human states. Soul, like Danny is a Halfa, or a half-human, half-ghost hybrid, but her past is a mystery. Clockwork says he had found her near a time rift, which is a portal to another time. Unfortunately, it distorts even his veiw. All Soul remembers is falling into a natural Ghost Zone portal, a bright flash of green, immense pain, and then nothing.
Clockwork found her—while repairing said time rift—and took her back to his tower while she was still unconsious. He taught her to master her abilities, and saw she had an affinity for Time. Eventually, she be came his apprentice, and lived in his tower, watching the flow of time and repairing rifts in it.
Though Soul looks the same age as Danny—15—she is, in reality, only a few thousand years younger than Clockwork. She has the peculiar ability to stop her ageing, and inhibit the ageing of another—though Clockwork told her to wait for the right person. She still doesnt know who that is, and Clockwork wont tell her.
She sighed and ran a hand though her—now black with white tips—hair, her stormy-grey eyes looking around the barren house. She looked over at Danny, who was stareing down at the floor. She grabed his hand and tugged him up the stairs, toward the bathroom, pushing him in. "Take a shower. It'll make you feel better. I'll go get you some clothes, kay?" He gave her a small smile and nodded, closing the door. She heard the water turn on and sighed, heading to his room.
She dug though his drawer, pulling out some of the more comfortable-looking clothes—a white T-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. She walked back, grabing a clean towel on the way, and knocked on the door. "Got you clothes and towel out here, Danny. Im going downstairs to see if theres anything on T.V..." She headed back to his room, and then to the back of his closet. She loosened a board, revealing some of her own spare clothes. At the moment she had on a simple black shortleeve shirt with black jeans, a smaller version of the a Time Medallion, and a pair of black combat boots. She picked out a top much like the one she wore in her ghost form, except this one was pure black, and had no sleeves, and a pair of black jeans with criss-crossing white straps.
She tossed her clothes on the bed, ready to get when she went to take a shower, returned to board to its place, and headed down the stairs. She took off her boots and sat on the couch, stareing at the T.V. for a moment, dreading what she might hear. Clockwork kept this happening from her, and only told her a few things that would help out with starting this journey. She and Danny were supposed to stay here and wait, and a few other tidbits she'd tell Danny when they both got comfortable.
She sighed and grabed the remote, flipping on the T.V. She hated not knowing things.
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Danny sighed, unknowingly echoing the other halfa downstairs, feeling the hot water on his back. Soul was right, it was makeing him feel better. He had gone into a sort of auto-pilot ever since they came, and now the hot water seemed to take away the numb feeling he'd grown to know over the past three days. He hadn't even ate anthing.
He stayed there for awhile longer before decideing to get out of the shower. He dried, put his clothes on—grateful, again, to Soul for picking out his most comfortable ones—and was about the walk out the door before he stopped, stareing at the mirror. He raised a hand to his left eye, traceing a smooth bolt-like scar that streatched from just above his eyebrow, down, across his eye, and half-way down his cheek. It was darker then the rest of his pale skin. How did I... Oh.. Thats right... one of those monsters tried to kill me with the same thing that killed the others... What did he say..? Oh, right. Avada Kadavra, he thought, stareing at the strange scar, sounds like Abra Kadabra... He thought he saw small flecks of green danceing in his left eye, then dismissed it as a result of no sleep.
Green, he thought, is the color of death... its the main color of ghosts... the Ghost Portal... the Ghost Zone... and that Avada Kadavra thing is green. He sighed again, shakeing his head, and went downstairs, where he saw Soul glareing at the black T.V. screen. "No luck, then?" She looked up at him and shook her head.
"No, nothing." She walked up to him and paused before raised a hand and traceing the line of the scar. "I dont think I noticed it till just now... I guess the dirt was covering it up. It looks a bit like Clocky's." She said, using her pet-name for Clockwork. "Speaking of the old man, I need to talk to you." She tugged on his hand, leading him to the couch.
She sat down with a huff, Danny beside her. "Well, heres the deal. I know about as much as whats going to happen as you do. Clockwork didnt tell me much. He just said this, 'Stay with Danny at Fenton Works, and wait for a man named Albus Dumbledore to appear. He will then guide you on your way, and will explain more.'"
Danny frowned. "Albus Dumbledore? Weird name." Soul nodded, a small smile on her face. "But when is he supposed to get here?"
Soul held out her hand, palm up, and in a puff of silver mist, a slightly-glowing silver pocket watch appeared. The Timepeice. Soul had owned it since she first started her apprenticeship. She flipped it open, frowning at the complex device. It had many hands, includeing the minute, hour, and second hands in black, a dark blue hand that was—currenently—on twelve, meant to show where a rift is, and many others in many diffent colors. There were three small buttons on the side of the device. She clicked one and held it, and two more clock faces appeared, showing date and year. She clicked another of the buttons, and the hands of the clocks moved, and three dark red hands, looking like the black minute, hour, and second hands, on the main face did the same. She did this all in the span of ten seconds.
"Tomarrow, at 12:34:23, A.M."
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Albus Dumbledore did indeed arrive at 12:34:23, A.M. Danny and Soul had, being their natural, paranoid, selves—increased ten-fold by the attack on Amity—decided that Soul would remain in ghost mode when he arrived. So, when he arrived, Soul answered the door, letting in a old man with a long, white beard, wearing a colorful robe.
"Hello, Albus Dumbledore." Soul said, opening the door before he even had a chance to knock. "Do, please, come in." She held the door open wide, and Dumbledore walked though, looking at Soul curiously. She sat on the arm of the chair Danny was sitting in, indicateing one across from them, which Dumbledore sat in gratefully.
"Nice to meet you," he said, a twinkle in his eye, "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it seems you already knew this." He chuckled. "Does this mean you also know why I am here?"
"Actually, not much was told to me by my master." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, and Soul elaborated. "I am Soul Nuvera Clockwork, apprentice to Clockwork, Master of Time." Soul smiled slightly. "The old man didn't tell me much, just that I was to wait here, and that Time will run it's course."
Dumbledore paused, stareing at the girl in new light. "Well then, this is indeed different then I was expecting. I was told by Clockwork that I needed to come and pick up two young... What did he call you...? Ah, yes. Halfas." He turned his peirceing gaze to Danny. "I assume you are Daniel James Fenton, then?"
Danny nodded. "Yes. So Clockwork told you, huh? Well, I guess if he found you trustworthy enough to tell you about us, then I guess I can too." He cocked his head to the side, a thoughtful look on his face. "What did you mean, when you said you were 'Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'? You mean like magic?"
Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle in his eyes gleaming. "Yes, indeed. Magic is real, and from what Clockwork told me, you, Daniel, are a wizard. You were supposed to go to Hogwarts at the age of 11. But, because of Clockwork-" Soul snorted at this, muttering, "And he tells me not to meddle with Time." "-your magic was suppressed until the right time came. Namely, now." He looked over to Soul. "You, however, are without magical abilities. So he told me to give you this, and that you would know what it is."
He drew out a black, 13-inch wand. It had thin, vein-like, neon-green lines that ran along its length. Soul grinned and took the unusual wand. "Yes! I've been waiting thousands of years'til I could use this." She saw the others confused looks. "Its called the Spirus Wanin, or, in English, the Spirit Wand. It allows any spirit to channel thier energy into the Wand, and produce magic." In demonstration, she pointed the Wand at a vase and lifted it a few feet, before gently putting it back in place. "Its been in Clocky's tower for as long as I can remember, and I've always wanted to try it out, but," she huffed, looking like a child who got denied her sugary sweets, "the old man wouldn't let me."
Danny laughed, for the first time in four days. Soul grinned at him, happy to see him happy. Danny looked over to Dumbledore, a smile still on his face. "So, when are we going to leave?"
Doumbledore had been looking at Soul curiously ever since she had said that she'd 'been waiting thousands of years' before she could use the Spirit Wand. He now looked to Danny, and said, "Today, preferably. I will wait here until you get your affairs in order, and then we may leave for Hogwarts."
The duo nodded. "Well, I'll head to the Ghost Zone, back home, first." Soul said, "I didn't pack anything when I came here, and being a girl, I refuse to go anywhere—unless its necissary—with just the clothes on my back." And with that, she vanished through the floor.
Danny stood, and transformed into Phantom. "Well, I'll go pack aswell... and then I'll go visit thier graves, before we leave..." He frowned, his eyes clouding over again, as he floated toward his room.
"Daniel." The halfa paused, turning slightly to look back at the Headmaster. "Clockwork told me also to tell you that it will get better as Time goes on. It may seem like the end now, but it could be a new begining." Danny smiled and nodded.
"Thanks... and call me Danny."