Academy of Witches

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.


Author's Note: Yes, you more than likely have read this before. I took it down from my old account and did some major editing and reposted it under my new name. So, no, I am not stealing someone else's work.


Prologue: Kiss of the Hunter


It was raining. It was always raining. It was springtime in Amity Park and monsoon season had just started. Otherwise, it was a normal April day.

Madeline Fenton, her short pageboy reddish-brown hair, opened up the umbrella and walked down the driveway to pick up the mail from the box. Her amethyst eyes registered surprise, as she ran back to the house without slipping on the wet pavement.

"Jack! You've got a letter from England!"

"Oh boy!" her big hulk (handsome scatterbrain that he was) whooped from the kitchen, while looking for the container of fudge she had hidden behind the emergency ham.

"Note to self: Throw it out before it mixes with the ectoplasm samples and comes back to haunt us," she murmured into a small tape recorder.

"The ham's a ghost?" Jack asked, emerging from the kitchen with a bag of root beer flavored jellybeans in his hands.

Maddie sighed. Her husband was an incurable sugarholic. She handed the letter. "This came for you in the mail, dear."

"Thanks, hon," he said, eagerly ripping it open. "Yes!" he shouted, grinning ear to ear.

"Listen to this, hot cakes," he told his wife.

Dear Cousin Squib:

Heard you had a bouncing baby brat, recently. Ole Padfoot has been racing madly around the house like he does, when he's eaten too many Chocolate Frogs. Anyway, little Harry will be born about three months from now.

Please be careful, Jack. There are rumors that the Dark Lord has risen.

On a lighter note, maybe our boys will fellow Gryffindors, when they're old enough to attend Hogwarts. Unless he turns out to be a squib-like you. Ha Ha! Just kidding!

Tell 'lil Jazz that her Uncle Prongs says hi.

Oh, and Maddie, I know Jack's reading this to you, but Lily wanted me to thanks for the Spectre's Baby Pacifier. It works like a charm. (It actually works well keeping Auntie Zee, our live-in ghost nanny-she came with the cottage-out of the nursery, while we get it ready for Harry's arrival.

Best wishes, you lucky devil!

James Potter

Maddie laughed at the letter. "He's never going to change, is he?"

Jack shook his head, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Nope," he answered smugly.

Just then, a baby's wail punctured the peaceful atmosphere of the house. Maddie rose to her feet, to be pushed back on the couch by Jack.

"Let me, Maddie," Jack said, gently. "It's my turn to take care of Danny."

Maddie nodded, her heart in her eyes. She loved this man.