Academy of Witches
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.
The Broken Valley
Maddie didn't know what was worse the April monsoon season or the hot-enough-to-fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk summers in August. It had been quite an interesting year, with Jack and James sending letters to each other; sometimes by owl, sometimes by regular post. The amused expressions on the postman's face pretty summed up what was in today's collection.
"From England, ma'am," was all he said, when she answered the door, little one-year Danny cooing from the playpen in the background.
"Later, Danny," he said, tipping his hat to the boy, who just made motorcycle noises in response.
Maddie laughed and called out, "Jack, Jazz, another letter is here from Uncle Prongs!"
Footsteps came running from both sets of stairs. Jazz beat Jack by 5 seconds.
"New record!" Maddie said, laughing.
Jack grabbed the letter and tore it open:
Dear Cousin Squib:
Harry just turned one year old at midnight an hour ago. He's already done 'magic'. He'll be going to Hogwarts for sure, I'm certain of it. He 'accidentally' caused the cookie jar to float! Thankfully, Lily was prepared; the jar almost dropped from a height of three feet. What a mess that would have made.
How is my Jazzypants doing? I hear you know your ABCs in three languages now. Muggle TV must be good for something. Your Aunt Lily says not to watch too much or you'll rot your brains.
Congrats, little genius.
How is Maddie and Danny doing? Anything unusual happen yet around him? Don't worry, it'll probably be a while before he shows any signs.
Jazz doesn't seem to be showing any signs either, from what you wrote in your last letter. She is quite a prodigy coming from Godric Gryffindor's bloodline. Muggle, she may be, but she is blessed to have wonderful parents like you.
Maddie, Lily did not take kindly to the ecto-toaster you sent her. So far, we've been inundated with floating pieces of bread that attack us with butter and jam. No more ecto-kitchen appliances, please! (The Ministry of Magic wasn't happy either.)
Voldemort's Death Eaters are everywhere, nowadays. We took Dumbledore's advice on using a secret keeper, but we can't tell you who it is. Being both members of the Order, we are scared for Harry's well-being. A prophecy uttered by a seer a few months ago, has now been brought to HIS attention. We are on HIS hit-list.
Sincerely,
James Potter
"See, Danny," Jazz told her little brother. "Even wizards know we're smart. Uncle Prongs said so in his letter."
Danny just looked up at her with wide blue eyes and then made a grab for her shiny purple bracelet.
"Mom!" Jazz protested, trying to pry her brother's fingers off the trinket.
Maddie laughed. A day in the life of the Fenton family.
A few days later, Jack was called to England by a Dursley family on an urgent family matter.
"Be careful," Maddie cautioned him, as his flight was called.
"I will; Jazzypants, obey your mother. Take of Danny for me," he called back to them.
They just waved back to him.
The plane left at 9 pm on the dot.
A week later, Maddie found a letter from her husband in the mail.
Maddie,
They're gone. Lily and James were killed by Voldemort himself. He perceived their son to be a threat to his power and they died trying to save his life. Albus Dumbledore explained everything to me.
Sirius is now in Azkaban, the wizard prison, for serial murder and betrayal. Remus Lupin has gone into hiding and Peter Pettigrew was slain by Sirius himself. (How far my cousin's friends have fallen.)
I am glad I left the wizarding world behind when I did, or I'd probably be dead too. Not that I ever had magic to begin with.
Anyhow, the Dursleys are related to the Potters through Lily, James' wife. They were Harry's nearest relatives and they are the most unwholesome people you could meet. Their own son, about our Danny's age, looks like that old ham in the fridge. (You need to throw that out, btw. I think it died last September or so.)
I am in negotiations with the Dursleys and the British government to adopt little Harry. The boy is malnourished and pasty looking. He has a scar on his head from the attack by the Dark Lord.
I am meeting with a Minerva M. tomorrow, who has agreed to arrange the adoption papers. I'll be home by next week at the latest.
Love, Jack.
"Does Daddy say when he's coming home?" Jazz asked, peering over Maddie's shoulder.
"Next week, honey. He's in a tight spot right now and will be a bit later than he thought," her mother told her.
"Does it have to do with Aunt Lily and Uncle James?" the little girl, inquired.
"Yes, dear. Somebody really bad broke into their home last month and tried to kill their baby. Aunt Lily and Uncle James died trying to save baby Harry. He mysteriously survived and was sent to live with Lily's sister, Petunia, and her family. They don't want him and treated him pretty badly, so your father is working on finalizing the adoption papers," Maddie told her.
Most of the words were a bit too big for the little girl to understand, but she got the gist of what her mother was trying to tell her. "Uncle Prongs and Aunt Lily died, so Daddy's gone to get cousin Harry to come live with us?" she asked her mother.
Maddie nodded as she watched her son try to stand up, using the table for support, then fall over. He began to wail.
She sighed. That was the third time this week.
"Come home, Jack," she said, as she held little Danny close to her heart. Jazz joined her for a three way hug.
