THE MAGICAL PHANTOM
CHAPTER TWO: PHANTOM'S SORTING
Danny felt the train slow to a stop just moments after the intercom cut off after saying something about leaving your luggage out on the platform for it to be brought to Hogwarts separately but he had tuned out for most of the conductors' speech.
He and Shade headed back to their compartment as quickly as they could and Danny, wheeling his cart, got off at the closest door, smiling as he stretched his limbs. Shade mirrored him and stretched his front legs, pushing his back into the air.
"Looks like we're almost at Hogwarts. You ready for this?" Danny asked his cat, who meowed back. Danny smirked. "Thought so."
They made their way to the large bearded man ringing a bell yelling 'Firs' years over here!' After gathering what Danny assumed was all the first years the bell ringing stopped and the man spoke.
"Hello there, Harry." He said to a black-haired boy in the front row.
"Hey, Hagrid." The boy replied casually. Danny could tell he was smiling.
"All firs' years this way! Come on follow me! No more 'en four to a boat." Hagrid called.
The mass of children followed him, Danny lagging behind with Shade in his arms. He followed the group of kids to a dock where there were loads of wooden boats with lanterns in the middle. There he saw Hermione glance between a boat with a redheaded kid and the black haired boy, Harry, who'd spoken to Hagrid earlier and his moving form. He smiled at her and nodded his head at the other boys, telling her that he would be okay.
He would admittedly be a little lonely but it was obvious she was friendly with the boys there already. Neville was also on the boat so him going with her was out of the question. But if she went with him, she wouldn't know anybody but him, so he figured it would be better she make other friends since she struck him a lot like Jazz; extremely smart but not very sociable.
He was better off on his own than she was anyway.
Danny had managed to survive the float over to Hogwarts despite being with three people he'd never met before and had no intention of becoming friends with. After arriving at the school Hagrid had handed the group over to Mrs. Minerva McGonagall, an elderly woman with a stern look on her face as she stared pointedly at the class. She had made the tingling sensation return and brought back the various-colored mist.
Danny instinctively sized her up, determining her power levels and capabilities as a witch. She was obviously a force to be reckoned with, he could tell that from just assuming the experience she had alone, not to mention the fact that she looked like she could vaporize any of the students here with a strong enough glare.
McGonagall had gone on to describe the four houses and their traits, which Hermione had discussed with him earlier that day anyway, and the way the House Cup worked and the rules it had. Hermione had told him about that too. He admittedly zoned out after that, choosing to scout his future classmates instead.
He was startled when Neville broke from the crowd, shouted 'Trevor!' and bent down to scoop up… a toad? So that's where the little escape artist went. McGonagall shot him a stern glare, so stern Danny thought it would've made Skulker slink down into a hole, and Neville unsurprisingly shrunk back into the crowd of future students, cradling his toad. Danny noticed most of the students broke out into chuckles at Neville's misfortune, except Harry, Hermione and the redhead kid stopped when Harry elbowed him. McGonagall didn't seem to notice and abandoned the rest of her speech in favor of bringing them through the doors behind her into some kind of cafeteria.
He instantly noticed the star-y background to the celling it had and although he knew it wasn't real, after all it was only six o'clock or so in the afternoon, but it was still a great sight. With his enhanced hearing he heard some others murmur about the look-alike night sky above, among them Hermione's voice telling her friends it was bewitched to do so.
McGonagall led the first years to the front of the room and left them standing there as she walked up to the set of people behind desks beyond a stage of some sort. Up there was nobody who peaked his interest until his eyes landed on a man with a large bearded man. The tingling mist started pouring out of his mouth in big fogs as he stared at the man in the center of the stage.
Danny could tell that despite his elderly and frail appearance, this man was no joke. He had some serious power behind that wand. Then Danny felt the bearded mans eyes on him. He turned to meet them, and stared right back. He saw surprise flash through the old mans eyes, then confusion and finally settling on a neutral expression.
Danny heard the people in the hall talking with his enhanced hearing, and deduced the names of the people on the stage. There was McGonagall, who taught transfiguration, Snape, who taught potions, that he recognized and a Professor Quirrel, the DADA teacher, Filius Flitwick, Charms teacher, Pomona Sprout, Herbology teacher, and Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster. Amazing what one can learn with super hearing, isn't it?
Quirrel had left a moment ago, and had just handed McGonagall a stool with an old hat on it. She placed it in the center of the stage before the standing children.
"This," McGonagall began, "is the sorting hat. Each one of you first years shall be called up one by one to determine which house you belong in."
After she finished the teachers and other years began to sing some song very loudly. Danny had no idea what the hell they were doing but it seemed important so he didn't comment. After the singing stopped McGonagall, just like she said, called people up one by one. Danny could've sworn he heard someone mention wrestling trolls, and rather loudly.
"Abbot, Hannah." She started.
She went on to call a bunch of names of people Danny couldn't care less about, but his attention was once again grabbed when McGonagall called a very familiar name. His.
"Fenton, Daniel."
He sighed and trudged up to the stool that the others had also sat on, Shade right on his heels. He heard some mutterings and snickers about his cat following him but he didn't care. He sat down with another sigh and lowered the hat down on his head.
"Please lower your mental barriers, Mr. Fenton. I assure you I mean no harm." He heard out loud.
Danny heard some gasps around the room. He attributed this to the fact that not everyone had developed mental barriers, let alone strong enough to hold out this hat that could apparently see past everything. He lowered them about halfway only, however. He couldn't afford to let out all his emotions and thoughts.
'Ah, an interesting one indeed. I've never seen a muggle-born quite like yourself.' The hat said, this time only in his head. Danny guessed that now that his barriers were lowered it made it able to communicate telepathically. 'Come to think of it, I've never met a halfa either.'
'I wouldn't expect you to. There's only three of us.' Danny thought back angrily. 'You better not tell anyone about this.'
'Relax; your secret is safe with me Mr. Fenton. Or should I say, Phantom?' The hat laughed. 'Now then, lets look at which house best suits you.
Definitely bold and brave enough for Gryffindor. It is no small feat to fight off a world of enemies every day with little to no help. And brawling with the God of the Dead alone would secure your spot with the lions. But there's more that makes you a lion. You're chivalrous and always thinking of others before yourself. Pulling out chairs and opening doors aren't something you need to be told to do and are aspects of your personality. Then there's your courage. You stand up for what you believe in, no matter whom you're standing against. Weather it be teachers, bullies, crushes, enemies, friends, family, Snape and even evil, how you say 'fruit loops', its all the same to you. You don't back down. Gryffindor would welcome you.
Hufflepuff would do you well. You're extremely loyal, but only to those who have earned your loyalty. You're dedicated enough that you continued protecting you home, even when you were scorned for it. You were patient with those who didn't see things the same way or sought wrong and 9 times out of 10 showed them the light. Ms. Grey, Princess Dorathea and Danielle are only a few examples. Not minding working hard is only another thing on the list; you've proved you stretch yourself as thin as you can to complete all your responsibilities and do everything in your power to do so. I don't even have to mention your accepting nature. Yes, Hufflepuff would welcome you without a second thought.
Wise, witty and original. A Ravenclaw if I ever saw one. You were wise enough to bring your friends and enemies together in multiple situations to work against a bigger threat, to navigate this entire realm of new possibilities and options alone, to learn as much as you could learn to better defend your hometown from ghosts and ghosts from humans. You were witty enough to outwit the goblins at Gringotts, multiple enemies and even backtalk to authority figures. Or original enough to name your other half 'Phantom' in an attempt at disguising yourself, despite knowing the obvious closeness to your original surname and at the same time, calling yourself 'Danny Paranormal being'. Ravenclaw would be a great fit.'
Danny could practically see the sarcasm in the part.
'And finally, Slytherin. You're cunning, for sure, cunning enough to use multiple weaknesses against multiple enemies at the same time on multiple occasions. You're self-preservation skills are unmatched; you did whatever you had to do to survive in the past; be it lying, disobeying rules or manipulating people, you've done it. But it was all necessary, wasn't it? Next you have determination and willpower. Your determination is quite remarkable, letting you persevere when the situation is as bad as it gets. And your willpower is astounding. Withstanding blow after blow, hit after hit, and still floating back into the ring using willpower alone. Very Slytherin.
You, Mr. Phantom, could thrive in all of the four houses. I could see you being a brave lion, a loyal badger, a wise raven, or a cunning snake. You should have your own house, Mr. Phantom.' The hat chuckled. 'You could be your own house ghost.'
'What's a house ghost?' Danny thought to the hat.
'Each house has a ghost that corresponds to it. Gryffindor has Sir Nicholas, Hufflepuff has the Friar, Ravenclaw has The Grey Lady and Slytherin has The Bloody Baron. Now then, lets see. You've got more than enough traits to be accepted into all the houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin would all be lucky to have you. But I believe you'll thrive here like no other. Yes. Better be, SLYTHERIN.' The hat announced the house name loudly.
The members of the Great Hall clapped as Danny made his way to the Slytherin table with Shade still trailing at his ankles. He had noticed Malfoy's Henchmen #1 there, Crabbe, sneering at him. He instead chose to sit next to the one of ghost that had made his ghost sense go off when he first walked into the room. Since he was at the Slytherin table, Danny deduced this was The Bloody Baron.
"So the rumors are true; the Phantom has come to Hogwarts after all." Bloody Baron said, teasing Danny good-naturedly. Danny looked at him dumbfounded.
"We all know who you are, kid. All us ghost anyway. It'd be kind of hard not to, what with you being legendary across the realm of the dead and all. Especially after you beat Pariah Dark." Bloody Baron answered the unasked question.
Danny went to respond but was interrupted by McGonagall calling out another familiar name.
"Granger, Hermione."
Danny smiled as he watched Hermione eagerly skip up to the stool and practically shoved the hat on her head. Not twelve seconds later the hat gave a call of 'GRYFFINDOR' and Hermione pranced away to the lion's table. Danny turned to Bloody Baron to question, but was interrupted by another familiar name.
"Greengrass, Daphne."
Even shorter than Hermione's, the hat placed Daphne, this time in Slytherin. He smiled at the blonde as she waltzed over to the table and sat across from him, although she looked weary of The Bloody Baron.
"So, the hat. The conversations slow down in the hat or something? Because they got placed pretty quick." Danny questioned his house ghost. Bloody Baron snickered.
"Pha- Kid, the conversations are the same in and out of the hat. You were up there a very long time. Longest time I've ever seen for it to take for a person to be sorted." The scarred ghost replied, chuckling a little.
"Yeah. Me and some of the other kids thought you broke the hat or something." Daphne joked. Danny rolled his eyes.
The list went on, kids being sorted one after another. Malfoy's second henchmen, Goyle, be placed also in Slytherin. Followed by Neville, the kid with the toad, sorted into Gryffindor and Malfoy himself placed into Slytherin. They were the only names Danny recognized until,
"Potter, Harry." Was shouted and the entire hall broke into whispers.
Danny had heard a little about the boy; knowing his name and the title as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' but nothing more except that he supposedly defeated the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World as an infant, bearing a lightening bolt scar as a reminder. Not a lot of information really. Eventually, the hat had once again shouted 'GRYFFINDOR' and the ghost over there, Sir Nicholas, and the kids started cheering the loudest.
"Well he may have gotten Potter, but I've got Phantom. Not even The-Boy-Who-Lived can one-up The-Boy-Who-Died. He can try and rub it in all he wants but he knows I've got the better hand now." The Bloody Baron said, mostly to himself.
"Phantom? Who's Phantom? I don't remember hearing that name called." Daphne asked the house ghost carefully. Danny could tell she was still wary of him.
Danny shrugged as he petted Shade, who was meowing on the table, glancing at The Bloody Baron. The hybrid assumed it had to do more with animals' instinct to run from ghosts than anything, but with the cat being a Wizarding cat took most of its natural fear away.
"You mean you don't know, Phantom-" Bloody Baron started but was swiftly cut off when Danny kicked him from under the table.
The Slytherin house-ghost winced in pain. He forgot Phantom could touch them even in his human form. He turned to said teen, to see Danny glaring with green eyes at him. Bloody Baron coughed awkwardly.
Danny let out a quiet sigh as his eyes faded back to their electric blue color. He didn't mean to get so angry over nothing like that, but he didn't want his secret exposed so soon. Maybe eventually, to the right people at an appropriate time but not here, not now. Not yet. And he wasn't sure yet whether Daphne would be one of those people.
So far he was thinking Hermione, maybe Daphne and Neville if they ever spoke again. Hermione was definitely first in line; she was his first friend here after all, and she was probably smart enough to keep it a secret anyway. Daphne was a nice girl, standing up to Malfoy and his cronies proved at least that much, but even so she was obviously spooked by ghosts. Neville seemed like an okay kid; definitely trustworthy and loyal if searching for a toad for an hour and a half was any indication, but he hadn't talked to him enough to figure that out yet.
Maybe even those boys Hermione talked to, Harry and the redhead kid. If he ever talked to them, that is. Harry could probably understand, being famous and all, how he felt with all the attention at the very least.
"Oookey." Daphne drawled out, as if she was trying to pretend she didn't see that. Danny might have said something to her, but McGonagall once again interrupted.
"Weasley, Ronald."
Then the redhead kid that Hermione and Harry had rode on the boat with walked up to the stool. Once again rather quickly the hat shouted 'GRYFFINDOR' and Ronald strode over to Harry and Hermione.
"Um, excuse me? Mr. Bloody Baron, sir?" Daphne asked, very unsure.
Danny almost felt bad for the girl, being scared shitless of the spirit. But then again, she was treating him as a ghost rather than a person so she kind of had it coming. Maybe it was just him and being used to seeing things that would scare any normal person out of their wits, but he didn't find Bloody Baron all that frightening.
The Bloody Baron turned his attention from the stage to the blonde-haired girl and gave her a questioning gaze. A little kinder than he usually would but he couldn't be too rude to Phantom's friends. He'd heard the stories.
"You never told me who Phantom was." Daphne pointedly told him, crossing her arms.
The Bloody Baron was, for once in his afterlife, at a loss for words. He couldn't very well just outright tell this living girl the identity of Phantom, who was sitting right next to him, without revealing the existence of halfas, which in its own right was a huge no-no. If the muggles reacted to violently to ghosts, and even some wizards had done the same, they couldn't possibly just be okay enough, as a whole, to know about the existence of halfas.
Then there was the point where all three known halfas unknowingly agreed and kept secret identities. The amount of beings that knew about halfas and were full human was only at four.
So the only way he saw to get out of this was of course to tread carefully.
"Phantom, as in Danny Phantom. He is another ghost except he is far more powerful than any of us. You see, yearling, muggle ghosts and wizarding ghosts are completely different and in the afterlife, it is muggles that have the upper hand. Danny Phantom is a legendary name among the muggles and ghosts, having taken down opponents most others would not even dare to face. And he is coming to Hogwarts." Bloody Baron told her, his voice full of praise.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore heard too since the names were done being called. Dumbledore stood up, rather quickly for an elderly man, and beckoned all the ghosts.
"Sir Nicholas! Baron! Grey! Friar! Up here, at once!" The elderly wizard called, his voice full of power.
Once up there the four ghosts and the headmaster, along with the teachers, disappeared in a white flash. Danny could only hope the ghosts didn't dime him out. He turned back to Daphne, only to find her gone. He assumed she went to talk to some of her other friends during the commotion.
So left with no other options, Danny stood up and made his way over to the Gryffindor table with Shade on his heels once more. He had heard of the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry and how it had gotten a little too intense at times, but he was sure that other than a few dirty looks and some lame threats nobody would go to extreme measures to remove him.
He ignored the glares from the upperclassmen and sat across from Hermione and Neville and next to Harry who had Ronald on his other side. He smiled softly at Hermione and Neville. Neville nodded with a smile and Hermione beamed.
"Danny! Can you believe it? I got Gryffindor, just like I wanted! Shame we weren't housed together, though." She greeted him happily. Shade hopped right up onto the table from the floor and laid down right in front of the witch-in-training, who happily scratched him.
"That's great. I've known you for a few hours and I could already see how badly you wanted it." Danny commented. "It is a little depressing that two of the three people I've met are in my rivaling house."
"Bloody hell! You're a Slytherin! What're you doing here? Trying to stir up trouble?" Ronald accused from the other side of Harry, who was utterly confused. Danny didn't seem like the other Slytherin members, namely Malfoy.
"No! I came over to see my friends, thanks. I hardly even know your name and you're already yelling at me." Danny told him, muttering the last part in remembrance of his past battles.
"Danny this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Guys, this is Danny Fenton." Hermione introduced them; seemingly oblivious to the tension Ron was throwing at Danny.
Harry merely shook the other raven-haired teens hand and waited for the inevitable 'wow its Harry Potter' in an excited or sarcastic format. But it never came.
"Jeez man, you looked like I was about to punch you or something." Danny commented, seeing the look on Harry's face.
"Sorry mate, but I was expecting you to make a fuss. Glad you didn't though." Harry said, adding the last part quickly. Danny shrugged.
"Well I guess you could say I know how you feel. I wouldn't like getting all that attention if I was famous either so I won't be a hypocrite and make a big deal about someone else." Danny told him honestly.
Harry liked him already. Ron, however, was still angry.
"How come you're talking so friendly with a Slytherin? I thought you didn't like them!" Ron shouted at Harry.
Harry glared a bit at the boy, hoping he didn't ruin his chance to make friends with the only person who treated him like a normal person instead of a celebrity right off the bat, rather than him insisting they do so. Even Ron had lit up at the mention of his name.
"No, I never said that. I said I didn't like Malfoy." Harry tried to amend, glancing over at Danny. Danny rolled his eyes.
"That guy's just a pompous idiot whose head is so big it has its own gravitational pull." Danny teased the blonde boy. Hermione, Neville and Harry didn't bother to hide their laughter but Ron was still angry towards him so he tried to hide his snickers, to no avail.
"How can you be a Slytherin, mate? You're nothing like Malfoy and his backup." Harry questioned, still chuckling. Danny shrugged.
"I'd like to think I was put there because I'm clever and resourceful rather than evil or anything." He guessed out loud, earning murmurs of agreement.
He knew why he was there really, but he couldn't tell them that he was cunning enough to hunt ghosts, determined enough to best Pariah Dark when he was on the brink of death and had enough willpower to hang onto his life in the middle of being electrocuted from the Ghost Portal now could he?
As his mentor would say; all in due time.
"Now Sir Nicholas, could you please explain to me why in the bloody hell you've brought some muggle ghost nobody has ever heard of and is a potential threat to my school, to my school?" Dumbledore questioned as patiently as he could.
Sir Nicholas scowled a bit.
"With all due respect, Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't appreciate our guest being referred to as 'some muggle ghost'. His name is Phantom and he deserves respect just as much as you or I, maybe even more so." Sir Nicholas said pointedly, the other ghosts nodding. "Phantom has braved things no mortal man, most ghosts and even a lot of magic folk wouldn't. He's bested the forces of nature, looked death in the eyes and glared right back, go one-on-one with enemies that could rival You-Know-Who in terms of power and toppled beings that are looked at as gods. He may be powerful, yes, but I can assure you that he will be no threat to you or Hogwarts." The Gryffindor ghost said strongly.
"How can you possibly tell us that this muggle ghost- excuse me Phantom- has done all these things and is not a threat?" Snape asked rhetorically, stressing the name Phantom. This time is was the Grey Lady who answered.
"Phantom is very benevolent. He only does what he does to protect what he cares about, his family and friends. All instances of the things he's done can be attributed to self-preservation or to protect others." She said profoundly.
"Yes, Phantom is even more forgiving and friendly then I, and I am the reason Peeves is still around." The Friar added. "He is the sole reason some ghosts feel safe anymore."
"That too. Phantom helps ghosts and muggles alike, and I'm sure he'd help wizards." The Bloody Baron tried to assure Dumbledore.
"Fine. This 'Phantom' has my blessing to enter Hogwarts but I wish to have a word with him. Do you think you could make it happen, Sir Nicholas?" Dumbledore gave his condition.
"Consider it done, Headmaster Dumbledore." The aforementioned ghost agreed, nodding furiously.
"Well, well, well. Looky what we have here!" Peeves exclaimed joyously. "A Great Hall full of kids and no teachers around to stop me." He continued, floating by the Gryffindor table.
The poltergeist continued by pulling out some torches and fireworks from nowhere, only to be stopped by a voice he never thought he'd hear in person.
"You might not want to do that."
He turned to see the mess of raven-hair and electric blue eyes that had become so familiar to everyone who'd been to the Spirit World, or its more current term 'Ghost Zone'. Even now in their concealed form, Peeves could see the black fade into white and the radioactive green peek from behind the blue. He was looking at the unmistakable form of Danny Phantom. The pranking ghost squealed in fear and excitement.
"You! You're here! I thought they were only rumors that you were coming to Hogwarts! Who would've thought that the legendary Phantom would come to visit our little old school!" Peeves shouted in shock for a minute but the shock soon turned to Danny's first language; sarcasm.
"Cut it out." Danny said simply through gritted teeth, hoping the others near him didn't hear the name 'Phantom'.
"Aww is the big bad halfa afraid of little old me?" Peeves asked, enjoying Danny's position to do nothing.
"I said, cut it out." Danny repeated lower, flashing his eyes bright green at the troublemaker. Peeves did instinctively flinch under the infamous 'scary eyes' but continued taunting.
"Never pegged you one for fear, Phantom." He teased. He shivered as Phantom's eyes shone brighter and he spoke again.
"Its you who should be afraid." He said.
The message was vague to the students around him at the Gryffindor table but to Peeves, Phantom's message was clear as day. So he did what any reasonably low-powered ghost would've done and floated the hell outta there. After which Danny turned to see the amazed looks of Hermione and her friends.
"How in Dumbledore's name did you do that? Nobody but Bloody Baron and Dumbledore himself can control Peeves like that!" Said the voice of another redhead Gryffindor.
"And sometimes not even them." Another redhead, who looked like the first ones doppelganger, added. Ron sighed.
"Danny these are my brothers Fred and George." He introduced, pointing right to left.
"Hey! I'm Fred!" The one on the left said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"My bad." He said exasperatedly, not sounding sorry in the least. Danny shrugged.
"He's having an off day?" Danny supplied but it was more like a question than anything. Hermione gave him an incredulous stare.
"Off day? The poor guy looked, excuse the pun, deathly afraid of you." She pointed out. Danny flinched.
"Then there's the fact that he called you by a different name entirely." Harry reminded. At first he thought it was an accident but after he had done it twice, Harry wasn't so sure.
"Accidentally?" Danny croaked out as he flinched harder. Damn, things got complicated quick when you lived a double life. Afterlife?
"Doubt it. He did it twice." Harry negated, crushing the Fenton boys hopes.
He was saved from explaining when Dumbledore, the teachers and ghosts appeared back where they had been before, every ghost looking almost angry. Danny decided he'd ask about that later. His musings were cut short when Dumbledore began to speak.
"Our house ghosts have just," He emphasized just, "informed me that another ghost should be coming to Hogwarts soon. One that goes by the title 'Phantom'. If you see him please tell him I'd like to have a word with him. I have been assured he'll be no bother to anyone here but be cautious and alert. Now that that's over with," Dumbledore chanted a spell Danny zoned out before he could hear it. Later he'll wish- well not wish he didn't wish anymore, be sorry he didn't hear it after he learns it makes food appear.
He was too busy glaring at Dumbledore. Danny could respect that, as headmaster, he wished that no danger came to his school. He himself was the same way with his town or his friends. But even after Sir Nicholas and the other ghosts had assured him, most likely multiple times if his reputation was a big as it appeared to be, that Phantom was no threat what does the old fart do? Announce to everyone to be cautious and alert. Cautious and Alert. Not only was he advising them to start being wary of him but also he was doing it rather badly. Imagine if you went to a zoo and right before you went in a tiger got out and the guy taking your tickets in the front of the zoo tells you to be careful and to not die as you go by. These guys were freaking wizards and they still were standoffish to ghosts. If that doesn't make them the biggest hypocrites ever, Danny might as well throw his definition out the window.
But non-the-less Danny bit his tongue and ate the food that he just noticed in front of him, not bothering to go back to the Slytherin table, preferring to eat with Hermione and her friends than by himself at his own table since Daphne had probably not returned either. Also, Shade didn't seem too keen on leaving Hermione's lap anytime soon and Danny didn't want to be the bearer of bad news for the little guy. So instead Danny just asked,
"Anybody happen to catch that spell?"
Okay, I think enough people have asked for me to continue this story. So, it shall continue! Here is chapter 2! Hope you enjoy it as much as you guys seemed to enjoy the first one.
Also, there is a pole on my profile on who Danny should be paired with if there ends up being a pairing at all so check that out and feel free to leave your own suggestions for who you think Danny should be paired with if you had someone in mind who wasn't on the list
One more thing; I will most likely continue this story through the order of the HP books so the second year will be under a different story. Which means, Luna Lovegood starts next year. Should I bring her in already or wait like in canon? Your choice, readers just let me know!
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