Disclaimer: I don't own the cool Danny phantom cartoon or the books and movies of Harry potter. Wouldn't it be cool if I did though?
Full summary: "you can't be both human and a ghost!" Harry said confused at the very aspect. "Well I use to think that wizards only exist in stories and video games….but here you stand," Danny countered. "Try to have a more open minded." Danny's powers put him and his family and friends in danger. Two groups wish to use him as a weapon, one group wishes to protect him. For Danny's own protection he sent to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry during Harry's fifth year as transfer students. Harry doesn't trust him…Danny doesn't trust Harry but they soon find that they must work together to save the world and ones they love. Along way he discovers a few things about all three groups and the long kept secret about himself and Amity Park. He learns of four children born in the city. A young girl born on Halloween, stripped of her magic a day before 11th birthday by parents who wanted their child to be normal, A boy supposedly born a squib never knowing that his powers are really just locked away, and two twin brothers born as their parents visited relatives in the US. Only one is brought back with them as a new danger rises.
AN- I was shocked when I decided to take a look at this story again. Honestly I was. 19 reviews, 50 alerts, 25 favs, 2147 views! I took one look at that and I gasped! I wasn't paying enough attention and I let this happen. Sorry readers!
A phantom of all worlds
By. maximum ride
Chapter 3: Three bottles of what on the wall?
Dumbledore sat patiently in his office as he waiting for one of his most trusted associates to come through the floo. The young wolf had flown back to London and said he would be coming through using the Leaky Caldrons fireplace.
It hadn't been that long sense the last update he had given but just recently the man had called. His voice had been excited but restrained. Remus had told him that he had already found the Halfa. In such a short amount of time? It seemed almost absurd and highly unlikely but then again Dumbledore was sure had assigned the right man for the job. If anyone could find someone or something so quickly it would have to be Remus Lupin.
A green flame shot up in the fireplace and a skinny almost sickly looking man exited from it. His tired eyes spoke of tiring nights but there was a bit of a spark in them that the older man hadn't seen for a long time. The young man took a seat before Dumbledore and smiled warmly. He was offered a lemon drop as he often was and he declined.
Remus sat up straighter and he began to speak. With each word spoken something unexpected happened. Dumbledore's eyes became wider and wider. The older man had seen and heard many things in his life and it took a lot to surprise him. These bits of information certainly had surprised him. A human ghost boy? He had never heard of such a thing. The name of the boy however was quite familiar. Fenton….it had been so long sense he had heard the name but where he had heard it he couldn't quite remember.
He leaned into his desk heavily for a moment as he set elbows down upon it. His hand folder themselves and he just stared at nothing with deep thought shown through his clearly furrowed brow. Remus finished a few moments later with a question. This was a muggle boy or so he seemed to be. A muggle was not to be allowed into the magical world under most circumstances. Only when family was involved. Several minutes of silence passed between the two.
A low and old sigh broke the silence as Dumbledore stood up slowly and grabbed something from a shelve not to far from his desk. He sat back down and set three bottles on the table. Each bottle was filled to the brim with something that not even the best chemist or potion master could name without knowing before hand. The liquid looked like it was lighter then air and it shimmered in the weakest of light that shined on it. Each bottle held something of similar but the colored varied. One was a metallic green, another was a deep crimson red, and the last was a beautiful shade of blue.
The young wolf's hand reached out to touch one of the bottles but he drew it back quickly, "What's in them?"
The old professor sighed almost sadly at the question, "At times parents of muggleborn or muggleborn themselves don't want what they've been given. I've been asked more then once to remove it. The process is harmless and nearly painless…but I feel…sorry for those whom lose their magic entirely…it's worse then when we snap their wands."
"Wait…wait….so this is…?" Lupin's eyes grew wide as he looked the bottles content.
"Correct my dear friend…this is pure magic….if given to someone it should be potent enough to transfer and absorb itself into the individuals body." Dumbledore carefully handed all three to the man. "It should take care of our problem."
Remus blinked a few times, "Why are you giving me all of them? There's only one child."
The man's eyes twinkled, "One child yes…but perhaps others who wish to follow."
Lupin left not long after that with confusion in his expression. Perhaps others wished to follow? What was that suppose to mean? The young wolf shrugged it off and went back through the floo. Dumbledore was rarely wrong so maybe there was something to what he had said. The man made it back to the leaky caldron and went straight to his room. He fell a sleep the moment his head hit the pillow…and that didn't really bother him. He needed to catch a flight back to America in the morning.
(Park…the sun is setting slowly)
Sam sat there on the bench in the park, looking at the papers for the tenth time that day. She had been looking at them sense the night before when she had found them.
One part of her wanted to cheer, another part of her wanted to cry and scream at her parents for not telling her about it, and then there was a little part of her…an oppressed part of her…who wanted to call Danny on her cell phone…who 'had' called Danny…and wanted him to come and hold her while they talked about what they should do about what she had found out.
She shook her head at the thought. It was no time to go off and fantasize about strange things especially when it was about something as mushy as a potential love interest. Her eyes grew wide and she blushed heavily as she quickly hid her face in her hands. 'Danny Fenton is not my love interest,' she told herself sternly. 'He is my best friend…not my boyfriend!' Small tears of pure frustration streamed passed her eyelids as she shut them tightly.
A yell of hello from the a few yards away interrupted her mental rant. A sheepish looking Danny approached and Tucker followed closely behind. They only stared for a moment before both boys eye's grew wide. Was Sam….Sam Mansion…the vegetarian, ghost fighting, kickass Goth girl….actually crying?
The two rushed over to her and started to fuss. She swatted their hands away and told them that she was fine. She got up from seat and threw the open file on the ground nearly the two. Old documents stared back at them and after a while Danny's eyes grew wide. He walked over to the papers and started to look them over slowly.
After a few seemingly silent minutes She finally spoke up, "Yeah….they're exactly what they look like….I found them in the family safe…."
"So the Manson….they…" Danny wasn't even sure how he was even going to say it. "Well they…."
"They aren't even related to me…yeah…" Sam finished the sentence listlessly. A twinge of uncertainty was in her voice with that there was also a bit of curiosity. "Adoption papers kinda prove that…."
Tucker peeked at the old documents. The date of birth of the child was listed…halloween….it was definitely Sam's birthday. The place of birth however was all wrong. London, England? Her parents had told her that she had been born try in Amity Park after a trip to Europe they had taken. Looking at these paper's now proved that it had obviously been a lie.
"So….what now….?" The comment was made in a park so quiet that a pin could be heard as it dropped…even by the hearing impaired.
"Don't know….I honestly don't know…." Her comment was just barely above a whisper. Normally Sam could handle any type of change but even this was a bit unnerving for her…"I might have a different family somewhere…one that might be a bit more like me…I kinda wanna go and try to find them…to maybe see if…."
A slightly chilled hand set itself upon her should and somehow it caused a warm feeling to spread through her, "I know what you're talking about….and just know this Sam….me and Tuck are with you 100%….we'll help you find them…"
Danny sighed and a ring of light surrounded him as he transformed into his usual halfa form, "Now….if you want we could probably get your mind off of this for a bit…there doesn't seem to be any ghost around (I wonder why…? J)…lets go and fly around for a bit."
Sam smiled warmly at him and that's where everything started to go wrong. Bursts of red light started flying around everywhere and one few directly at Sam…Danny didn't think…he just rushed over and was hit moments later by it. His body went rigid and he fell back as several strangely dressed people rushed over. A pink haired woman grabbed the unconscious form of Danny and threw him over her shoulder…she and most of the others were gone within moments…in a blink of an eye. Only Shacklebolt remained. Tucker then found himself standing there….at wand point. Sam eyed the stick with confusion while Tucker just looked at the weapons coldest.
"Sorry to do this but…." Shacklebolt spoke with a deep and sure tone, "…my job requires me to wipe your memories if you see us…Page 479 paragraph 9 subsection G specifically…I do apologize again…"
Tucker carefully pushed the wand away with his hand and spoke with just as much certainty, "Auror? Britain Aurors judging by the accent….page 479 paragraph 9 subsection G of the England Auror handbook?" He thought for a moment and spoke clearly. "If seen by anyone without magic whom is not a Squib or connected to a magical being or squib while carrying out the law or apprending a fugitive you are to wipe their memory on sight….correct?"
Shacklebolt lowered his arm and his wand with it nodding in understanding…the boy knew the rule and the terms well…he couldn't be a normal muggle…he started to turn himself as though getting ready to apparate and just before he did so he spoke. "Wizard?"
"No…squib." The man was gone moments later. Sam stared from where he had been to Tuck and back again.
"Tucker?" the voice was small and confused…not at all what it was suppose to be.
"Don't worry Sam….I'll explain everything…absolutely everything…."
A/N- Ha….bet you thought something else was going to be written in that file…so sorry but no…anyways….where will they Danny? Tucks a squib? Who are Sam's real parents? Are they someone we know well? If you wanna find out you must comment. I won't post until this chapter has a least nine comments…ten would be nice though.