Hi all!

I realized I forgot to put in the disclaimer last chapter….I don't own Harry Potter nor Danny Phantom!

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Harry P.O.V.


Pant. Pant. Sigh. I use my hand to swipe the sweat off my forehead. I can't believe it's over. I won. I'm alive. I begin to smile and turn towards those around me—I can hear their shouts of joy.

My smile faded as I really took in my surroundings. So many have lost their lives. There is so much carnage surrounding me.

As I was about to make my way towards my friends, I feel someone grab hold of my collar.

"You're coming with me," I hear.

I begin to panic, and of course, I shouted, "Oi!"

Trying to maneuver my way out of the grip, I manage to trip and fall. Of course that exact moment was when whomever held me decided to let go. Dang it gravity! I spit grass out of my mouth as I sit up and glare at the—was that white hair?-boy, who was perfecting the art of silent laughter.

"Who are you?" I have to ask. Probably not the smartest move, as the guy tried to take me somewhere just a minute prior. Eh. The anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards are still up, so he shouldn't be able to manage getting me far anyways. Especially 'cause the Weasley family and the remainder of the DA were coming towards me—they saw what the guy tried to do.

"Me?" the boy asked, seemingly innocently. "All I am is your new instructor."

Silence reigned for a good minute before I could even answer that response with a "What."

"Your new instructor," he repeated, seemingly oblivious to the crowd that began to surround us.

He just had to go and be one of those people whose purposefully annoying, and takes full pleasure of being so. "Okay, um. Why?"

"Because you need to be trained."

This just made me start to get more than annoyed; I began to get angry: "Uh, did you not just see me off the Dark Lord?"

"Yeah."

"Then why do I need to be trained?" I almost yell. I'm thinking that between his annoying nature and my sleep depravity and stress, I am getting close to my breaking point.

His smirk faded. "You really don't know, do you." No duh. "What do you know of the hollows?"

Oh no. No no no no no.

My anger faded into despair, "Please don't tell me. The myth is true? But I can't. I don't want to. I, I got rid of them!"

The boy looked at me sadly. I shouldn't call him a boy though; his eyes aged him considerably.

"Whenever one takes upon the title of Master or King, one never has a choice in the matter," he spoke softly, but the words echoed in my mind.

"Who, who are you really?"

"My name, Harry Potter, Master of Death, is Danny Phantom, the King of the Dead. I am here, as the Master of Time, Clockwork, asked for me to train you for your position."

I sigh and nod in acceptance. He placed his right hand on my shoulder, and we fade from sight. The moment we fully disappeared, the surrounding crowd (that was held back by a spelled, soundproof and physical, clear barrier) rushed forward in desperation.

I was no longer there.