Title: Anōmalos
Author: Quick-demon
Rating: T or M... rating M to be safe...
Genre: Gen. Mystery, action/adventure.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, created for entertainment purposes only. No profit made.
Summary: AU. In a strange country and a stranger wizarding society, Danny learns to cope and balance his magical talents and his mysterious new ghostly powers, as he attends his first year at Hogwarts.
Fandoms: Harry Potter book series & Danny Phantom TV show. Due to the obvious year differences Danny is at age in the 1990s when the book series is set.
Author Notes: Notes below are non-spoiler to the story. Skip to Prologue if you just want to read.
Ok so I wrote this with a sudden inspiration one day while trying to figure out how to complete Jailbreak (my other DP xover story) and then I couldn't stop writing. *sigh* Once an idea grabs me I got to run with it.
First of all, this is an original creation from me, if there is another story similar to this story then it's purely coincidental. Since there about a hundred other crossovers out there I won't doubt that there will be a story similar to this one.
Secondly, this follows the Harry Potter book series. There may be some insertion of the movies but only if it agrees with the books, otherwise I will follow the books. I will assume that the reader would've read Harry Potter books or at least watched the movies, so I will pace through the first book quickly. Second and third book pacing may vary depending on how quickly the plot thickens… :)
Minor changes for adaptation are:
Fentons are wizarding pure-blood inventors of wards and rune magics. So Danny isn't a Muggle-born, and his family is well acquainted with magic. They are still weird and obsessed with the afterlife (aka ghosts) although their focus has shifted a bit. Fentons have a large fortune due to their expertise and pioneering in wards and rune magic. In the TV show they were well off by selling their inventions to companies or gaining contracts. It was never really discussed, just assumed.
The Mansons are also pure-blood but not really popular as their fortunes come from a Muggle invention rather than wizarding achievements. The Mansons (the parents) still act snobbish trying to gain status in society displeased how their daughter Sam always rebels and wears Muggle Goth clothing. In the TV show they hated how Sam acted despite being an heiress and so I ran with it.
The Foleys are Muggles, Tucker being a Muggle-born wizard. Tucker still loves his tech and is as equally interested in magic. The Family is a typical Muggle family that has first learned of the Magical world. They accept Tucker being magical. I did this so Tucker can keep his first love as technology. Tucker and Tech is like peas and carrots… they go together :)
Thanks for reading. Now on with the story!
Enjoy or Destroy!
Prologue
The air was still as a slither of moonlight lit up the darkness. In the midnight gloom benches were cluttered with papers and mechanical parts. Shelving lined the walls and held various enchanted objects and gadgetry. Two children crept down the stairwell afraid to wake up the occupants upstairs. They were forbidden to play in the laboratory but it didn't mean they followed the rules.
"It's down here," a quiet voice rang loudly in the small room.
"Wow," another voice gasped at the sight at the bottom of the stairs.
Before them was a large circle drawn across the flagstone floor. Writing in an ancient language was strewn across the design, long forgotten symbols drawn broadly as they intertwined with elegant but complex lines. The ink wove together creating a tapestry of a magical seal that stretched out a meter or two in diameter. It was mysterious, and curious.
"There you've seen it, let's go," a boy with raven black hair and deep purple eyes looked around nervously; "Mom and Dad could be here at any moment."
The girl ignored him as her own light violet eyes were fixated on the symbols before her, recognizing the design as a ritual circle from her mundane occult books that try to explain magic. She studied the complex design, recognizing some symbols whilst others were completely foreign.
"This is so awesome!" she breathed, "What does it do?"
The boy shifted nervously, "I don't know. This is Mom and Dad's life's long project and they'll kill me if you mess with it."
"We're just looking," the girl said practically, looking annoyed at the boy's timid behavior.
"This isn't just any experiment," the boy explained, 'This is The experiment."
"And you don't know what it's meant to do?" she asked skeptically.
The raven haired boy looked around before glancing at her, "Fine, I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Mom and Dad will get into trouble if anyone found out."
The raven haired girl nodded, "I promise."
"Swear on your magic!" He demanded.
"I'm not swearing on my magic!" She hissed furiously.
"If you tell, bad people would lock up my parents in Azkaban for good!" the boy snapped stubbornly holding his ground.
She huffed, "Fine! Don't tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone, anyway!"
Angrily she stomped across the room to the design on the floor to figure it out herself. The boy huffed and looked at the objects that dotted the benches. Silence fell between them as she knelt down for a closer look. She recognized some of the symbols. She reached out to trace the Eye of Ra that was painted neatly in black ink.
"NO!" the boy cried startling her.
She jerked back suddenly and tripped over a discarded piece of an enchanted object. She fell to the side landing on some discarded gadget parts with a loud clang. Suddenly the design lit up a toxic green, as if cutting the stone floor. She looked down to see that her hand had touched one of the symbols on the side. She felt something wet under her fingers and she pulled away to find dark red blood swelling from a small cut. Before she could comprehend the ache the room was bathed in an emerald green light. Her eyes look up in wonderment as the symbols glowed to life; it was beautiful.
"SAM!"
The raven haired boy tackled her away just as green sparks lashed out across the room. The wind was knocked out of her, and she opened her eyes to find the whole room dancing with bright green lightning that was terrifying and stunning. The air was tense with magic as it crackled across the walls, knocking off various objects, causing a few enchanted ones to melt, explode or burst into flames.
She squeaked as she scrambled away to hide behind cover, avoiding debris from exploding objects. She realized the boy wasn't with her.
"Danny?" she called, "DANNY?"
A blood curdling scream reached her ears. Icy fingers crawled down her spine as panic grasped her.
"DANNY!" she looked towards the sound, but her vision was filled with green.
The light disappeared as various objects crashed about in the darkness. It took her a few seconds to realize that the light show had finished and she stood up hoping her eyes would adjust to the sudden absence of light. She blinked to see the boy's crumpled form lying on the side of seal, where she once stood. The smell of burnt flesh, dust and sulfur filled her nostrils as she ran over to him.
Tears formed in her eyes. Faint smoldering smoke rose from his prone body, filling her with dread.
"Danny," she sobbed as she gingerly touched him, he was warm. Hope filled her, "Danny!"
As her eyes adjusted she gasped. His hair was snow white. She shook him suddenly terrified. She was just a kid, this was adult stuff. Adults normally knew what to do when someone was injured. She didn't know how to fix this and it was all her fault!
"Danny! Please wake up!" she sobbed. She hated crying but right now didn't care, she was afraid of losing the only true friend she had. She felt so guilty because she was the cause of all this. If she had never persuaded Danny to let her come down here…
The boy gasped awake, his eyes snapped eyes opened in wild fervor, they burned a neon green.
"Danny! Danny!" she cried happily.
He groaned as his body spasm in pain. Then quite suddenly a bright white flash of light engulfed him. She shut her eyes and once the flash was gone, she saw that he had black hair but his eyes were now an icy blue.
"Danny?" she asked hesitantly.
The boy seemed to acknowledge her in a glance before unconsciousness took him.
Chapter 1 – Rude Awakening
"Wake up Master Danny, wake up!"
Danny groaned as his consciousness was dragged from the depths of sleep. He turned over and relaxed again to sink back in.
"Master Danny, you'll be late for shopping for school today. Please wake up, I don't want to displease Madam Maddie!" the voice panicked.
Quite suddenly he felt icy cold water wash over him. Instinctually he woke and jumped out of bed before he could comprehend what had happened. His icy blue eyes darted about wildly looking for danger as the adrenalin surged through his veins.
"I'm sorry Master Danny," a little pink-greyish creature jumped up on his water soaked bed, it had a small round head that had bat like ears sticking out. Its large brown eyes were looking at him apologetically and unconsciously pulling at its white pillowcase clothing in distress.
"Tikky!" Danny roared, his panic was replaced by anger as his mind started to realize what had happened.
The little creature squeaked, "I'm sorry Master Danny! Today you will need to go to Diagon Alley for school supplies. Madam Maddie said to wake you."
Danny closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten running his hand through his wet raven hair before opening his eyes again. He wanted to rant and rave but he knew it did no good. The house elves were always eager to please and were often quirky in their methods at times.
"Ok, just wake me up normally next time! Ugh, I need a shower. Can you at least dry my bed?" he snipped.
Tikky nodded happily and with the snap if her fingers the bed was dry again, "What does Master Danny want for breakfast today?"
"The usual," he muttered has he moved off towards the bathroom.
"Yes sir!" she chirped before disappearing entirely.
The boy let out a heavy sigh as he went off to the bathroom. Once inside he locked the door and peeled off his soaked pajamas, letting it fall to the tile floor with a wet slap. He looked in the full mirror in the corner of the room and sighed unhappily. He was short an eleven year old, with pale white skin, skinny arms and legs. His eyes were an icy blue cupped with a round face and a pointed chin. His pitch black hair clung to the sides of his head, shiny with water. Normally he would style it up with some gel to make something of his messy black hair.
He turned on the shower with the only faucet on the wall. The magically tuned tap delivered the right temperature and pressure. He hopped in the shower cubicle, bathing in the warmth. His mind drifted to today's scheduled event, shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley. He wished he could skip going to London today but it was unavoidable. He was magically transferred to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry when their family moved to England and so he had to attend like all magical 11 year olds.
He sighed again as he scrubbed himself. He felt a small twang of longing in his heart at the thought of his old life in America. 3 years ago he and his family, the Fentons, moved to England from America. Danny had to leave behind his two best friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. They would see each other when the Fenton's visited America or Sam and Tucker travelling to England. But for the past year he hadn't even travelled outside the mundane town of Helmsley due to his sickness. He owled them every few weeks but it wasn't the same as hanging out with them. They were the only ones who liked from him for the boy that he was and not because of his family name.
For generations the Fenton's lived in Amity Park as a famous wizarding family in the States, who built their fortunes on wards, runes and to a lesser extent rituals. When America was establishing first colonies they offered those services to settling wizarding families and became well known experts in the field. The untamed wild magicks of what is now named North America could not be properly channeled by the standard wards that were developed in Europe. The Fentons have a long American history in groundbreaking research and founded a few new spells, techniques and creation of new wards. The family was well known and respected in America and somewhat internationally. This fame brought along a lot of wizards who wanted to be friends with them, and also a lot of rumour and slander to the Fenton name.
He turned the water off and grabbed the fresh towels that were left by the house-elves to dry himself. Once dry he changed into clean causal black robes (also left by house elves), wishing he could wear mundane jeans and a shirt. He dried his hair and styled it up with magical gel before departing from the bathroom. He walked down the short hallway passing the animated paintings of his recent ancestors. Most of the portraits were back in their American manor and often the portraits will travel back and forth. He sometimes wished he could travel back and forth so easily. On occasion he talked with his grandparents, who passed when he was young and they loved to talk about all the things he got up to when he was a small boy and about the 'good old days'.
He passed their portraits secretly hoping that they would be there but the frames were empty meaning they were still in America. He suppressed his disappointment and continued onward. He made his way downstairs of the modest two story house, mirroring a middle class mundane family. It was small, by their standards, to their family home in America but it was comfortable and cozy with lots of expandable rooms, best of all it was well hidden and protected by his parent's wards.
"Good morning Danny!" Maddie Fenton greeted dressed in casual robes. They were a deep rich teal, trimmed in gold edges and gold clasps. Her hair was light amber brown brushed and styled nicely a departure from its normal frazzled look. He realized that he rarely saw his mother dressed in wizarding clothing, as she preferred her teal jumpsuit when performing rune and ward experiments and research.
Before he knew it he was crushed into a hug, "How's my baby boy doing today?"
"Mooom!" He groaned trying to pull away from his mother's embrace but to no avail.
She finally let go and her violet eyes look down upon his full of unshed tears, "You're growing up so fast! I can't believe you're eleven already and off to wizarding school! It was only yesterday when I held you in my arms!"
Danny groaned. She pulled away and looked him.
"You look a bit pale today, are you alright? Are you taking your medicine?" she started to fuss her hand clasping to his forehead.
"I'm fine," he said automatically hating when his mother fussed, "And yes I'm taking my medicine. Stop worrying!"
"Ahh Mads, stop fussing over the boy, he's just nervous because today he is going to get his very own wand," A deep male voice said behind him.
He turned to see his father, patriarch of the Fenton family. He was a large man dressed in dark orange robes, also trimmed in gold. His salt and pepper hair combed back and held in place with gel, his square face outlined his deep blue eyes. Danny blinked at the man suddenly realizing that his father was also wearing his wizarding clothing rather than his usual orange jumpsuit. Danny knew it was because they were going into pure wizarding settlements that they had to wear such outdated clothing but he rarely saw his parents outside of their mundane jumpsuits.
His father continued, "I remember when I first went to school… it was an unplotable location and we had to travel there by mules. Good grief, the chafing I received-"
"Oh Danny!" another voice came in to his right and he turned to see is older sister, Jazz, "Finally you're going to school with me! You can borrow some of my first year books. I think there are a few books you will need to buy but… oh but I'm so glad!"
Jazz was a tall girl with long amber hair and light hazel eyes that shone with a sharp intelligence. She was two years older than him and was already in attendance at Hogwarts. She was in the Ravenclaw house, with others who were as brainy as her. She was a natural genus, like their mother, and wanted to one day be a top healing practitioner in the world performing complex spells and treating complex ailments. She had a special interest with the mind and the physical brain and often would read mundane psychology books and write up experiments and theories on the human mind.
When Danny had the accident she used a lot of her extra-curricular education in healing magic to assist with his treatments. No words could ever express how grateful to her he was, when her healing magic eased his pain or fixed a debilitating problem. She was always there for him as a big sister, getting him through some of the dark times.
Danny pulled a smile, "Yeah."
"Eat your breakfast, we'll be going in 20 minutes," His mother remarked, "Don't forget to take your medicine."
He ducked away and headed to the dining room table where his cereal was waiting for him. He poured his milk and tucked into the bowl. He knew he should be excited but he wasn't. As he sat there eating his Cheerios, the reality of what his future entailed dawned on him. It wasn't just a horrible nightmare that has lasted for 3 years, he really wasn't going to go home to America. He was going to be stuck in England for the next 7 years attending a school that he didn't want to go to. He didn't doubt their reputation or education, but it wasn't American, it wasn't home.
He knew he was being immature by trying to ignore his Hogwarts letter and trying to avoid going shopping for school supplies, as if it would've stopped the inevitable reality that he was in. There were many times that he begged his parents for them to go back to America but they wouldn't hear of it.
They were here for work, contracted for 10 years. There were no close relatives, no one to take care of him and his sister for the long haul and so they had moved here as a family to this miserable, cold and wet country. The wizarding community here was so isolated it was almost backward, almost opposite to the American wizarding community that he sometimes missed.
His feelings of isolation grew worse after the accident and only now he was allowed out of the house when his health wasn't frail. He hadn't seen Sam and Tucker for a long time, unable to travel by international Portkey, he was stuck on the other side of the world with a strange wizarding community. The only motivation on getting better was to be healthy enough to travel by Portkey so he could visit his friends and see home again.
A loud clatter snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see his right hand was completely invisible. The spoon he was holding lay sprawled on the table. He instinctively hid his hand and with his left reached for the medicine bottle. He gulped down the horrible concoction and willed for his hand to reappear. He slowly brought it up above the table and found it solid again. He sighed in relief letting out a shaky breath. His skin broke into a light sweat. He closed his eyes and breathed ignoring the roaring emotions in his heart.
Ever since the accident, when his emotions became too much, his body would react by disappearing, phasing through solid objects or even floating up off the floor. His strange abilities were a direct result of the accident and for a year he was bed ridden with a variety of ailments, ranging from 'Ghost Acne' to 'Ghost Cold'.
He used to love to play in the park and go ride his broom around the yard, but now was hindered by his sickness and his over protective parents. He suffered through it and slowly got better. The long term effects of the accident echoed in his physical appearance. He once had clear purple eyes like his mother and the warm browning tan of his father; this was sucked away by the accident permanently turning his skin milky white and his eyes icy blue. Even his body temperature was always a few degrees below the standard and could never warm up; in fact he was uncomfortable in warmer weather and preferred winter weather. He was a freak, an abnormality, and would be out casted in a heartbeat if anyone outside of his family knew.
Whether he liked it or not, this was him now.
He emptied his mind, as he was taught in Occulemency lessons with his Dad. He focused on his breathing, calming himself down. He felt his magical core within himself, it glowed a soft light in his mind's eye. He allowed himself to calm down before his mind's eye moved to a frozen chunk of ice near his magical core. It was icy blue, mysterious and scary. It was a core that was separate to his magic but for the most part it was dormant and his mental probes did nothing to pierce the icy core.
After a few minutes he got up and left the table, his appetite deserting him. He dragged himself to the family living room seeing the rest of the family in front of the large fireplace, their excited chatter pulled him away from his melancholy. The family fireplace was located in their living room and was connected to the English Floo Network.
"Everyone ready?" his father asked them all.
Everyone nodded and Danny just sighed in agreement. Tikky, the house elf, appeared holding the tin of Floo Powder as his father grabbed a handful and approached the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley," he announced, throwing the powder at his feet. He disappeared in a flurry of green fire.
Danny only travelled once by Floo and didn't like it very much however it was better than Apparating. His sister went next before it was his turn.
"Come on Danny, honey, we don't have all day," His mother prompted noticing his reluctance.
With an unrestrained sigh he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stood inside the large fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!"
He disappeared in a roar of smoke and flames.
It was a tall tell sign that he was spending way too much time in the mundane world when he was mildly surprised by floating objects, loud gadgets and mentioning of odd magical animals and ingredients. While his family home had magical objects their life was surrounded with mundane gadgets and technology. It was a completely different thing when one was immersed into the magical world.
After his parents made a withdrawal from the family account in Gringotts they split up, his father went to get his potion supplies while his mother grabbed his first year text books.
Jazz fell in step in beside him as he made his way to through the ancient shops of the alleyway. Danny felt like he went back in time as witches and wizards of all types bustled past, arms filled with strange objects and books. He past stalls with people bartering for lower prices as small children screeched in delight chasing each other with brightly coloured magical objects. He made his way to the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop, so he could look through to the window.
"Nimbus 2000!" he gasped his bright blue eyes in awe and longing at the newest flying broom model.
Jazz rolled her eyes but didn't say anything as she gently guided her little brother onwards. Danny sighed and reluctantly followed his sister. He hadn't flown since the accident and he wasn't sure if he could fly anymore. He loved flying more than anything in the world but it came crashing down when he became sick.
Jazz pulled him into Eeylops Owl Emporium. The place was howling with owls, cats and toads of different kinds. He looked at some of the owls that stared at him from their wire cages but he couldn't bring himself to be interested. They had a family owl already and he didn't really like cats or toads, although Sam would love a black cat and Tucker would probably be interested in a rodent or a marsupial. The thought made him smile.
"See anything you like? You're allowed to take a pet," his sister asked.
"Not really, what did you take?"
"A small barn owl, remember Rambles?" she asked.
Danny snorted, "Oh yeah, Rambles, how could I forget?"
His sister glared at him, "You are far too sarcastic for an 11 year old."
"And you're too much of a nerd for a 13 year old," He shot back.
Danny left the shop, wanting to move on with his exploration. He exited the shop only to collide with a large object. He felt to the ground with a yelp as clattering of books and other objects erupted around them.
"Danny!"
"Harry!"
Danny gasped slightly winded from the collision. He looked up to see a large giant of a man who had a bushy beard, thick arms and large hands who was aiding a boy from the ground.
"Danny are you ok?" Jazz asked worryingly.
"I'm fine," he growled standing up hoping his tone would stop Jazz from acting like a mother hen. He felt slightly light headed but ignored the dizziness as the giant man helped the other boy up, who had crashed into him. The boy was small with skinny limbs that almost lost in baggy mundane clothing. He had wispy pitch black hair that stuck out at odd angles and covered his forehead. He wore broken dark framed round glasses that were patched together with clear duct tape. Where Danny had icy blue eyes the boy had an emerald green which was looking at him apologetically.
"I'm really sorry!" the boy exclaimed, "I didn't mean to bump into you, I got a bit carried away looking at everything, it's so…"
"Magical?" Danny finished.
The boy smiled and nodded, "This is my first time being in the Wizarding world."
"Mundane-born?" Danny asked.
"Erh… uh, no. My parents were wizards but I was raised by Muggles," The boy muttered.
Danny watched the giant man picking up the dropped items off the floor with a sweep of his arms.
"Well welcome to the English Wizarding world," Danny said a bit sarcastically, "Where everything is frozen in time and everyone treats mundane things like an aliens."
"Danny!" Jazz admonished before turning to the boy, "Don't mind my little brother, we only moved here a few years ago and we're still getting use to wizarding England."
"You're not from England?" the boy asked dumbfounded.
"Well, Harry, wizards live all over the world," the giant man spoke up easily towering over the crowd of people that began to swirl around them, "They have their own lil' communities an' country governments."
"My name is Jasmine Fenton, but call me Jazz," Jazz pointed to the raven haired boy beside her, "And this is my brother Daniel-"
"Danny," he automatically corrected cringing, "Call me Danny."
"The Fentons eh?" the large man had a thoughtful expression, "From America. Famous fer creatin' all sorts of powerful wards and runes. Please ta meet yer. I'm Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts, but everyone calls me Hagrid, and this here is Harry Potter."
Danny smiled in greeting while her sister squeaked, "The Harry Potter?"
The boy winced but nodded.
"I've read all about you in some of the English wizard history books, it's quite enthralling!"
"I'm in books?" Harry blinked in disbelief.
"Don't believe whatever they write about you, you were a baby after all when you defeated Vol- erh I mean You-Know-Who," Danny added remembering some of the idiotic things that Jazz told him.
The boy continued to nod, still confused.
"C'mon Harry, we need ta get ya, yer wand and I need ta get ya yer birthday present," Hagrid urged moving towards the owl shop.
Harry's cheeks flushed, "You don't need to get me anything, honestly…"
"Happy Birthday!" Jazz chirped still a bit star stuck by the boy before her.
"Thanks," Harry smiled.
"I'm going to Hogwarts too, so maybe I'll see ya on the train," Danny said as the boy and the giant moved away.
Harry grinned before turning away and disappearing into the owl shop.
"Aww Danny that was nice of you!" Jazz teased ruffling his black hair.
"Jaa-azz!" he growled quickly fixing his hair from the mess she had made.
"Come on," she urged.
With a sigh he followed her through the bustling crowd of the ally.
To be continued…
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