Moonlight

Chapter 1: Robed Men

Rated T for Teen


Daniel Benjamin Fenton was currently laying on his bed. It was two hours after the Black Fest, his most hated day of the year. Why was it the most hated day of the year? Because it was his birthday. He hated birthday because of the false happiness, the unorthodox attention that was focused on him, and the talk. You know, the sex talk. His father made a habit of giving to him on everyone of his birthdays. That wasn't as bad as the fact that his mother came and gave him the talk afterward to make sure that Jack didn't plant any bad ideas in his head by accident.

Danny scratched the back of his neck as he yawned. He craned his neck to see that his bedside clock said that it was half past one. He sighed. Since he had started ghost fighting, his body was used to the lack of sleep. He only needed three and or four hours of sleep to be wide awake for the day. It annoyed him at the fact that since ghost attacks had let up, he couldn't seem to sleep anymore than he had back when the attacks were more frequent.

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Danny snatched up his black Motorola Razr before it could start playing 45 by Shidedown. He flipped open to phone and clicked on the message.

Tucker: r u asleep?

Danny frowned and turned his phone on silent. He wasn't in the mood for random text messages from Tucker at--Danny looked at the clock--two in the morning. He sighed and closed his eyes. He really needed the sleep…


"I'm so tired!" Tucker complained as they walked back to Danny's place from the movies. They had just seen Bruno and decided that they were going to bleach their eyes when they got to Danny's house.

"Maybe if you weren't texting me at two in the morning, you wouldn't be so tired." Danny smirked smugly.

"Shut up." Tucker grumbled, though it was muffled slightly by a yawn.

The trio walked through the front door of Fenton Works (as the sign hanging above the house so clearly stated) and was a little surprised at the company that awaited them.

The first were Danny's family. Jackson Fredrick, Madelyn Kristine, and Jasmine Alice Fenton. They all looked extremely on-edge and uneasy.

The other two members of the little 'group' were two were unusual men. The first one was an elderly looking man with extremely long hair that reached to his waist with a beard to match. His clothes were very unusual, they were an aquamarine robe. He had a cheery expression, one that you would often find on a five year olds face on Christmas morning. The second of the man was very different from the first. He looked to be in either his late 30's or early 40's with greasy black hair and a hooked nose connected to a sallow face. His attire was a plan black robe. Sam might've actually gotten along with this guy if she tried.

The older of the two smiled upon their entry while the younger (and considerably darker) of the two looked like it didn't really matter to him.

Danny narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The younger man seemed to be wearing danger like a coat but the older and happier of the two made alarm bells ring in his head. Maybe it was an act. Maybe the younger man was supposed to be dressed all dark and mean looking so that you didn't pay attention to the bright and cheery man that was probably more powerful, as his instincts seemed to put it.

"Danny!" his mother said, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Ah, these two gentlemen would like to have a word with you…"

Danny grew even more suspicious when he noticed that the older man's eyes were trained on him as he walked over to cushioned chair that faced the older man on the couch with his friends standing behind him. Little did Danny know, the elderly man wasn't trying to attack him. He was actually just observing him.

'Hmm…' the elderly man thought as he took in Danny's appearance. Danny was wearing a pair of slim dark wash jeans, sleek black biker boots, and a nearly skin tight black athletes shirt from a brand by the name of Ralph Lauren. All of which showed that he had a lithe and wiry build along his body. The elderly man was impressed. Most American's had either a chubby or muscle bound figure, while this boy here was clearly toned (1). The old man also noticed that the boy didn't take his eyes off of him except to glance at Snape for about half a second before he was being watched again. He was unconsciously graceful as he walked to the chair opposite of the man. He looked more like a seasoned fighter than a boy who was barely fifteen.

"Hello Mr. Daniel." the older man start. "I am Professor Dumbledore and I would like to offer you a place at Hogwarts School For Witchcraft And Wizardry."


I litterally had to drag this chapter out. I hate writer's block. -.-