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Chapter Three- Harrowing
By the time they were done the sky outside was beginning to turn dark and Remus was in a state of disbelief. He had heard bits and pieces regarding the so-called "ghost zone" from the people of Amity Park, but to think that there might be a permanent gateway to it right here in the basement of the Fenton's house- he could hardly believe it. Not to mention all that he'd learned of Phantom. All that the people of Amity Park had told him of the hero paled in comparison to Jazz's reverent words, leaving him more anxious than ever to meet the boy himself. From the sound of it he would be an incredible asset to the Order if he agreed to help them; the trouble was knowing whether or not he'd be willing- or even able- to leave Amity Park behind. He suspected it was something he'd need to ask Phantom himself. Jazz had quickly proven herself to be vastly intelligent for her age and it was all too likely that she'd grow suspicious at the overly-specific question.
She'd just finished describing to him the tale of how Danny Phantom single-handedly fought off a plant-like ghost possessing the entire town and the two sat in a comfortable silence with their hands cupped around their mugs, sipping slowly at their third cup of tea. Several minutes passed as such until, regretfully, Remus found himself getting to the point of the whole venture. He'd enjoyed his discussion with the young woman but he doubted he'd get such a chance to speak to her again, and out of everyone he'd met that day it was her that he trusted most. If anyone knew how to find Phantom it was her.
"Jasmine," he began uncertainly. He'd never quite taken to calling her by her nickname, but Jazz didn't seem to mind. She looked up expectantly. "You wouldn't by any chance have met Phantom before, would you?"
Jazz stilled, gently putting down her mug and folding her hands atop the table. She observed him sharply, eyes darting across his figure- searching for what, he didn't know. A full minute passed and then she nodded slowly, her lips pursed.
"I have," she said quietly. "Why do you ask?"
Remus deliberated how to express his intentions. He could tell Jazz was protective of Phantom- if he presented any sort of threat to his well-being, Remus knew there was no chance of him meeting the ghost boy, possibly ever.
Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
He took a deep breath, releasing it steadily. "I must admit that I have not been wholly honest with you."
"I know," Jazz said simply, smirking at Remus' astonished expression. "I just haven't been able to figure out how," she added on a more serious note. "You seem like a good person, Mr. Lupin. Why did you feel a need to lie to me about all this?"
"I was never sure you'd believe me," he said honestly. "I shouldn't even be mentioning it to you at all, but... I have a suspicion that you might be involved- more so than you expect."
"Involved in what?" Jazz asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You're not a ghost hunter, are you?"
"Goodness, no!" Remus exclaimed, shaking his head. "No, the reality is... far more unbelievable."
Jazz stiffened as he pulled out his wand, and to his surprise, she didn't relax as he held it before her. He watched her carefully as he placed the wand on the table and it was only after he'd removed his hands and put them in his pockets that she loosened up. His heart sped up at the thought- either she already knew about magic and was playing ignorant, or there was more to this girl than he thought already.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked her, keeping a careful eye on her expression.
Her eyes briefly flicked up to meet his before they fell back to the wand. "No, I don't. But given the way you're behaving, I'm guessing it's powerful."
"It's not so much the object that is powerful," Remus corrected, "but what I can do with it. What people like me can do with it. You have heard of magic, haven't you?"
Jazz frowned, folding her arms. She pursed her lips and looked between him and the object on the table, brows coming together in a tight frown. "You're saying you're a wizard," she concluded eventually. "And that's your wand."
"I'm not surprised you picked up on what I was saying so quickly."
"Of course not," she said shortly. "And your proof?"
"If you'll let me, I can show you some magic," Remus offered. "Something simple."
She stared at him for a long moment, then gave him a small nod. "Something simple," she repeated.
Moving deliberately, Remus picked up his wand and muttered under his breath.
"Lumos."
Instantly the tip of his wand lit up, casting Jazz's stunned features in a bright glow. After a few seconds she frowned again, looked back up at him, and Remus spoke again.
"Nox."
The light went out and Jazz leaned forward.
"Show me something else. For all I know you're holding a light-up toy that responds to vocal commands. I may be more open to this stuff since finding out about ghosts, but I'm going to need more proof than that."
"I expected no less," Remus nodded, giving her a genuine smile. "Would making an object float suffice? If not that, I can give you an example of transfiguration- but afterwards I have a request."
"Hmmm..." Jazz cast her gaze about the room, eyes scanning the area before finally coming back to the mug in front of her. Picking it up, she held it out to him. "Make this float," she commanded, not unkindly. "If you can make this float, I'll believe you."
Remus blinked. "So quickly?"
"It took me sixteen years of my life to realise ghosts were real because I didn't believe something like that could be happening right under my nose. I don't plan on making that kind of mistake again."
"Wingardium leviosa."
Despite her words Jazz gasped when the mug was tugged from her hands, the object floating towards the ceiling in line with the tip of Remus' wand. He let it hang there for a while, spinning lazily in circles, before lowering it towards Jazz again, letting her take hold of it. The girl marvelled as gravity once again took hold of the mug and she almost dropped it- luckily she managed to catch it and, with a breathless laugh, place it back on the table.
"That's amazing," she breathed. "Absolutely incredible."
"Indeed," Remus agreed, smiling at her enthusiasm. "And the reason I tell you this, Jasmine, is because I believe you might be a witch yourself."
Jazz's eyes widened. "Me?!"
"Yes."
"But- but I've never- I don't- ugh!" she gestured helplessly. "I've never done anything remotely magical in my life!"
"I'm not so sure about that," Remus said gently. "On my way here I couldn't help but notice the large... structure atop your house."
"The OP centre. Yeah?"
"How on earth does that thing not crush the building? Your parents must be geniuses indeed if they can manage to defy gravity with nothing but muggle technology- either that or this "OP centre" is lighter than it looks."
"No, it's... I always thought that was weird..." Jazz trailed off, looking down. "But I can't remember ever having anything to do with it."
"Under-age magic is largely unconscious- I suspect it might be your influence that it holding up the OP centre, but of course I haven't administered the test yet so this is all conjecture." He stood from his chair, walked around the table to stand beside her and held out his wand.
A puzzled look came across her face and she took it gingerly, holding by the tips of her fingers. "What... what do I do? Do I just... wave it?"
"If you want. You could also try casting a basic spell," he paused, then smiled wryly. "The second option would probably be safer given that you are untrained and this wand isn't fit for you- I doubt your parents would be too happy with returning home to find half the kitchen in ruins."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that, it happens all the time," she said dismissively, but she could not hide the nervousness in her voice. Her hand was visibly shaking, her eyes wide as she stared at the thing in her hold. "What spell should I cast?"
"Try the one I used earlier- lumos. It's fairly basic and won't do any damage."
Jazz nodded, took several deep breaths, steeled herself and murmured; "Lumos."
The wand's tip flared with a brilliant glow and Jazz shrieked, dropping it on the floor. She was silent for a moment but as Remus bent down to pick it up she dissolved into high-pitched laughter.
"I can't believe it!" she cried through it. "Oh my god!" Gasping, she ran her hands through her long hair, beaming. "This is incredible! What-" she broke off, her joy fading a little. "What does this mean? What do I do now?" She sagged in her chair. "What does this have to do with Phantom?"
Sliding his wand back into his pocket, Remus took his seat once again, resting his chin on his hands. "This may take a while," he warned, glancing at the clock.
Jazz bit her lip, doing the same. "Well..." she began uncertainly. A few minutes passed before she seemed to make her decision. "Let me call my brother," she said, "and tell him to come back here. I'd like you to test him for magic as well."
Remus felt a twinge of anxiety, but he wasn't sure why. "You think he may have magic?"
"Yes," she replied firmly. "And besides, if this explanation is so long, it would save time if Danny was here for it. Especially if it turns out that he is a wizard."
Remus thought for a moment. Given that Jazz had been proven to be a witch, it was a given that he was obligated to tell her closest family members about the wizarding world so he didn't see the harm in complying. He became aware of Jazz watching him closely and he quickly nodded. "Call Daniel and when he gets here, I'll have him attempt to cast a spell and whether or not he succeeds I'll tell the both of you everything I can about the world of magic."
Jazz jumped up from her chair and hurried to the phone, dialling Danny's number as quickly as she could. A brief, harried conversation followed, after which she returned to her position, keeping her head turned and an eye on the door.
"He'll be here soon- he was on his way back when I called anyway."
Remus nodded and, sure enough, when the door opened not five minutes later there stood a young boy with a bag slung over his shoulder. He looked, for lack of a better description, atrocious. His hair was all over the place, his stance slumped and shaking and there were dark shadows beneath his half-lidded eyes.
"I'm back," he called tiredly as he closed the door and walked to the stairs. Dropping his bag at the base, he turned to face the two other occupants of the house- and it was then that he noticed Remus for the first time. In an instant, his entire presence changed; he straightened, his shaking halted and the bags under his eyes suddenly seemed less pronounced. This was no longer the exhausted teenager that had entered a moment earlier. "Who's this?" he asked slowly, addressing Jazz.
"Danny, this is the guy I told you about over the phone," she replied a little sternly. He had the grace to blush.
"I may or may not have been half-asleep at the time," he mumbled. "So, who? What's this about?"
Remus stood, holding out his hand. "My name is Remus Lupin, and I have quite a lot to discuss with the two of you."
. . .
Danny's rest on Sam's floor had not lasted long. It seemed he had only just closed his eyes before his ghost sense went off and he snapped awake, groaning loudly and rubbing his eyes. He had hoped briefly that it was a mistake- that somehow his ghost powers had malfunctioned and he could simply lay down again and forget the chill had ever passed through him- but a glance at Sam and Tucker's expressions told him everything he needed to know.
He sighed heavily. "I can't ignore this, can I?" he asked in a resigned voice.
His friends were positioned at the window, both of them holding small ecto-guns and wearing matching expressions of sympathy.
"Sorry, Danny," Sam called gently. "We were hoping we could deal with it before it woke you up, but..."
"Sorry dude," Tucker added, walking over to help Danny to his feet.
Danny shook his head, swaying a little and smiling gratefully when Tucker held his arm for support. "It's fine, guys... Who is it this time?"
"Just another formless blob, nothing major- but it's doing a good job of avoiding all our shots."
"Okay... okay." Danny took a moment just to breathe, focusing on keeping himself upright. He let the rings of transformation run over his body and felt himself become a little more invigorated in his ghostly form, taking to the air in an effort to escape the weight of gravity.
He didn't see Sam approach, but he felt her slip her hand in his, pulling him down a little when he began to unconsciously float away.
"If you pull it towards the window, Tucker and I can suck it into a thermos," she offered, tightening her grip. "If that would make things easier..."
"No, no, it's fine, I'll just-" Danny broke off, stifling a yawn. "I'll just grab it and head home... Maybe if I put the ghost shield up I'll be able to get a couple hours' sleep at least," he added hopefully.
"We'll call if anything else comes up," Tucker said with a grin. "But until then, you head on home and catch up on that beauty sleep- you look terrible."
"Aw, thanks Tuck," Danny laughed weakly. With one final stretch, he grabbed his bag, waved goodbye to his friends and headed out the window.
As it turned out, the ghost was easier to deal with than he'd expected- either that, or he suspected his perception of time was starting to fall apart. It was probably the latter. With the ghost contained and the thermos strapped to his back, Danny flew into an alley and transformed, wondering how the heck he managed to get halfway across town without his noticing.
'Maybe I'm starting to hallucinate,' he thought, feeling vaguely annoyed. 'I'm starting to think putting the ghost shield up tonight is a better idea than I thought.'
No sooner had the idea passed him than he heard his phone ring and he jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Feeling annoyed at his reaction he reached into his pocket and pulled the device out, answering a little more harshly than he'd intended.
"What."
"Wow Danny, don't sound so thrilled."
He sagged a little at the sound of Jazz's voice, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry Jazz, I just... I'm really tired. I shouldn't have snapped at you, I'm sorry."
Her voice grew soft. "Ghost attack?"
"Yeah. In the middle of a nap, too."
He started walking towards home, letting his feet carry him while he struggled to focus on the conversation. "So why did you call?" He watched as the lines on the pavement flew by beneath him, one after one, blurring together in a long line of grey defined by the cracks in its surface. He heard Jazz reply, but he was finding it hard to really hear her- he caught only enough of it to know that he was needed.
"Well, I'll be there soon," he said once she'd finished speaking. "I was already on my way anyway, so..."
"Okay. See you soon, little brother."
She hung up and Danny clumsily dropped the phone back into his pocket, letting his mind wander. It was all too soon before he found himself home again, jolted fully awake by the presence of a stranger in his house. Now he sat at the table beside Jazz in stunned silence, all thoughts of sleep long forgotten. He could hardly believe what he was hearing- first ghosts, now magic?
He'd had trouble believing it until Remus had turned one of his textbooks into a small grey mouse, which was currently scurrying across the table. Reaching to pick it up, he cupped it in his hands, holding it close to his chest. The mouse stilled as he stroked its back with his thumb.
It wasn't so much the fact that there was an entire world he didn't know about that threw him off- he'd learned his lesson with that one when he became half-ghost. No, what bothered him was hearing about these so-called "Death Eaters" and their leader, Voldemort. Had the non-magic world truly been so blind to his existence? How? Was it really so easy to pass off hundreds of murders as the result of natural disasters- as people simply going missing?
Putting the mouse down, he put his elbows on the table, resting his cheeks on his hands. Remus had told them both everything about the basics of the magical world, but he suspected the man was leaving out more than he let on- particularly about Voldemort and Remus' ex-employer, the man named Dumbledore. But that could wait. For now, he was most interested in the information he'd been given regarding his sister.
Several minutes passed in silence as Danny mulled over everything he'd been told. Finally he sat back, crossed his arms and gave his sister an appraising look.
"So... Jazz the witch, huh?" he asked with a smirk.
Jazz grinned, looking smug. "Yep!" she said proudly.
"With the crystal ball and everything?"
"If she chooses to study Divination, yes," Remus spoke up in amusement. "And she suspects that you yourself might be a wizard."
"What?" Danny straightened, staring at him in disbelief. "No way." He switched back to Jazz. "Why?"
She merely shrugged in response, so Remus spoke in her place. He cleared his throat.
"To be perfectly honest, there are few ways to know for sure without some form of test. Would you be willing to try?"
"I- uh..." Danny swallowed, unsure. "Well... I guess?"
Remus gave him an encouraging smile as he held out his wand. "Just say the word lumos, and the wand should emit a bright glow."
Danny stood from his chair and moved closer, but he hesitated upon reaching for it. Something was telling him this was a bad idea, but he couldn't figure why- Remus seemed fairly comfortable, even eager, and Danny had long since learned to recognise hidden malice.
Swallowing, he pushed himself into action, ignoring his misgivings, and took the wand.
"Uh..." He held it just as he'd seen Remus do and felt a shiver run down his spine. It was not pleasant. "Uh- this doesn't feel right..."
"Probably just nerves," Jazz said, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Go on, move over there and give it a try."
Danny felt his hand begin to tingle and his stomach twist into knots. Was it supposed to feel like this? Was this how magic worked?
He moved to the middle of the room as Jazz had directed and raised his arm, but it felt wrong- the wand was heavy in his grip and his palm itched, his mind begging him to release the wand and scratch it. Shaking his head, he flexed his arm and pointed the object forwards.
"Lumos," he said clearly.
For a split second, nothing happened. Then suddenly the wand tip flared with a light so bright all three of them had to avert their eyes. Danny cried out in both shock and pain when the wand burned his palm and flew out of his grip and he bent over, reeling as his head began to spin. Cradling his hand close, he fell to his knees, breathing heavily, staying as still as he could.
"Danny!" he heard Jazz cry. "Danny, are you okay? What happened?!" He knew she was talking to Remus now, and he did his best to listen in. He was quickly recovering, but when he unfurled himself with the aim of turning back to Remus, his gaze was instead drawn to his hand, and whatever Remus had been about to say died in his throat.
Danny's hand was glowing. No, not glowing itself- but just above his palm there was a spot of bright acid green light emitting waves of soft light that cast everything in the room in an ethereal glow. Staring at it, he felt panic rise within him. He hadn't used his ghost powers- he was sure of that. But should the light be green? And so strong?
"Wh-what..." he croaked, turning his hand this way and that to see if the light would move. It didn't. It stayed affixed to the point just above his palm, radiating that same vivid green that he was positive wasn't meant to be there.
Finally, Remus moved forward, staring at the light even as he bent to pick up his wand, checking it for marks and feeling only mildly relieved when he found none. The light that had erupted from the tip had vanished, leaving only Danny with the evidence it had ever been there. Heart pounding, he slid it into his pocket and helped Danny to his feet, keeping a steadying hand on the boy's shoulder when he began to sway and tremor. Jazz was by his side in an instant, taking hold of Danny's hand and inspecting it.
She took a deep, shaky breath, and when she released it, she was the very picture of calm.
"Say nox," she instructed.
Danny glanced at her, then looked back, and repeated the word in a small voice. The light vanished.
Sighing heavily, Danny shook his hand, relieving it of the tingling feeling the wand had left behind when he'd let go of it, feeling only slightly calmer. It was heartening to know that, given that the light had responded to words of magic, he had indeed not been using his ghost powers. On the other hand, if this truly meant he was a wizard, there was something wrong with his magic.
He felt a sinking feeling inside his chest. 'There's always something wrong with me, isn't there?'
He heard Jazz speak and shook himself a little, tuning into her words just in time to hear her ask Remus to explain what had happened.
"I... don't know," the man admitted weakly. "I've never, in all my life, seen that happen to anyone. But..." He hesitated, then stepped forward to take Danny's hand, inspecting it for a short moment before releasing it. A thought seemed to occur to him and he looked Danny in the eye, causing the boy to flinch a little at the force of his stare. "Daniel, have you ever been through anything... traumatic?" he asked slowly, his voice low and gentle.
Danny hesitated, caught between not wanting Remus to know too much and his strong desire to know what exactly was happening to him. "I, uh..." He looked anxiously at Jazz who, after a moment, gave him a small nod. Danny's throat went dry. "I- um... Y-yeah, I have..."
He saw a flash of concern in Remus' eyes and he felt himself relax a little, but if anything, his fear grew.
"Sometimes," Remus explained, "a person's magic is deeply affected by things that happen to them over the course of their life. I suspect that whatever happened to you could be the reason for what just happened. Could you tell me about it? We can sit down if you want."
Danny shook his head. If he moved now, he feared he might collapse. "It was about a year and a half ago, I... Mom and dad had just finished the ghost portal, but it wouldn't work. They were so disappointed- it was their life's work and they'd failed and I-" he broke off, swallowing at the memory. "I- uh... I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help, so I started fiddling with it, and..." he laughed. "Well, it was a dumb idea. It suddenly came on and... I got shocked."
He tried to ignore the look of horror on Remus' face, but it was difficult. He squirmed under the attention, glancing at his hand instead. There was no evidence that it had ever been glowing, nor that Remus' wand had burned him. He felt a light shiver pass through his fingers as he flexed them, but other than that, he felt normal, if a little drained.
Jazz cleared her throat then and it seemed to pull Remus out of his reverie. "So, you think this might have something to do with Danny's magic?"
He was silent for a moment, but with one last look at Danny he nodded, addressing the both of them. "Yes, without a doubt. I fear that the shock may have affected your magic, Daniel- especially given that your... ghost portal was involved. Mind you, I'm no expert on the matter- but it's possible it might be the reason the light from the spell came up green, as well." He folded his arms and frowned in thought, Danny watching him anxiously. "Given how... tumultuous your magic seems to be, I'd say that it's more important than ever for you to have an education in how to control and develop it. Of course, this is entirely up to you whether or not you attend Hogwarts, but I highly recommend it." He grew slightly stern with these words, fixing Danny with a hard stare. "You might have made it this far without dilemma, but untamed magic, especially magic that has been tampered with, can and will show itself eventually in an ugly way."
Danny could do nothing but nod, his mind buzzing with new information and countless hopes and concerns. Attending Hogwarts definitely sounded like something that could benefit him- but if he left now, who would take care of Amity Park? Sam and Tucker couldn't do it by themselves, and Valerie seemed to be out of commission...
"Can I-" Danny's voice failed him, so he cleared his throat and began again. "Can I have a while to think about it?"
"Of course," the professor replied quickly. "But as much as it pains me, your decision will have to come soon- you would have a lot of catching up to do were you to be able to join those of your age in their schooling. In the meantime, I will write to Dumbledore about the possibility of your attendance, as well as your sister's, and continue searching for any other potential students-"
"And what about the issue with Phantom?" Jazz interrupted. Danny couldn't help but perk up at the mention of his alter ego, but otherwise showed no sign of recognition. Hopefully Remus would misinterpret his sudden alertness as simply the result of such a curious question. "You said he had something to do with all this."
"Indeed, but I'm afraid I can divulge little more of the situation than what I've already told you. To put it in the most basic terms, I need to speak with him- urgently."
"You think he can help you with Voldemort and his death eaters?"
"Yes. But that's all I can say on the matter." Remus seemed apologetic but he wasted no time in continuing, unknowingly talking over the top of Danny, who had just been about to speak. "But enough of all that- like I said; I need to write to Dumbledore but before that can happen, I'd like to conduct one last test, if it's all right with you, Daniel."
The boy in question stiffened, both frustrated that he wasn't able to ask more about what was needed of him and fearful of Remus' request. "... What is it?"
Remus pulled out his wand again, holding it aloft, but he made no move to hand it over. It was an odd thing- little more than a stick in appearance and yet they'd seen for themselves what one could do with it.
He held the thing in one hand and gestured to it with the other. "Wands are a tool for the conduction of magic, but a wizard may not necessarily need to use one- magic can be conducted through a variety of instruments- you could even use a fork if you so chose." He chuckled at the thought and the others smiled, relaxing a little. "The reason we use wands is because they are made specifically for the purpose of conducting magic, thus making it far easier and, given that they themselves have magical properties, tying them to the user. In many cases, it can even enhance magic- but I digress. I have never seen such a violent reaction between a wand and a wizard before, nor have I read of any similar instance occurring. As such, it is my belief that you may be more suited to something commonly referred to as wandless magic."
"Wandless magic?" Danny repeated blankly.
The man nodded. "You noticed how the light from the spell you cast created a light above your hand rather than at the tip of the wand, yes? Should you choose to begin training, we can have you test a number of other wands to make sure that this is constant, but I can't think it would make much of a difference. I think, rather, that this accident you were involved in has given you an unusual affinity for wandless magic- that is, casting spells with one's body rather than through a wand or other such item."
"Okay..." Danny said slowly. "Uh... How would we test that?"
Remus looked about the room, searching until his eyes came upon the couch. He pointed at one of the cushions, directing Danny's gaze. "See that pillow on the couch over there?"
"Yeah...?"
"I'd like you to hold your hand out towards it."
Danny, feeling quite unsure of himself, stretched his hand out towards the pillow as if about to fire an ectoblast. It felt unusual to be in such a position with no intention of using his ghost powers and he was having difficulty focusing on the couch rather than on his own hand. "What now?" his voice shook a little, some of his earlier nerves returning.
Remus noticed, it seemed, as he put a comforting hand on Danny's shouder. "While keeping your mind focused as well as you can on that pillow, I'd like you to say wingardium leviosa. If all goes well, it should simply levitate a little off the couch. Go on, give it a try."
"Uh..." Danny swallowed heavily, jolting when he felt a familiar yet strange tingling at his fingertips. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed with how jumpy he was being- he'd dealt with stranger things with more grace, why was this whole magic business making him feel so agitated?
'Maybe I just need sleep...' he thought, gazing longingly at the couch.
Upon reflection, Danny would later conclude that it was his utter fatigue and the uncontrollable want of sleeping on the couch that led to the following occurrences. With his attention wholly on the pillow and what it was resting on, Danny did what felt most natural to him in that instant.
He flicked his fingers and called out in a surprisingly strong voice.
"Wingardium leviosa!"
A bright jet of acid green light came shooting from his hand and hit with the couch with a shudder. Before anyone could make anything of what had happened, the couch shot upwards, colliding with the ceiling with a thunderous crash, cracks spreading across the ceiling from the point of contact. When Danny flinched and withdrew his hand with a cry, the couch followed the movement and shot towards them, passing barely over their heads and colliding with the table behind them with a terrible smashing sound. It stopped moving then, leaving the room in a state of disarray and its occupants scared and shaking.
Two of them looked to the boy who had cast the spell, who had gone deathly pale and seemed just about to collapse. They rushed to his side in an instant, supporting him as he began to shiver violently.
"Daniel, are you all right? How do you feel?!" Remus' urgent voice barely reached him. Danny's mind was muddled and foggy- he was barely aware of there being anyone with him at all.
His voice was barely audible when he mumbled, in a weak voice, "That wasn't... supposed to..." and fell limp in a dead faint.
Thank you all so much for all the follows, favourites and reviews- you guys are amazing!
Sorry for the short delay- this past week has been pretty hectic! I turned 18! :D
So, to make up for it, this chapter is a bit longer than the previous two :3
To answer some questions:
- Danny has ALL of the powers that he developed over the course of the show- but given that I've had this fic take place a little after D-Stabilized, he's a little more powerful than he was in the show- not by a crazy amount, mind you. This also means that, yes, TUE has taken place.
- In regards to the timeline: In attempting to put together the respective DP and HP stories, I've made no adjustments to the DP timeline but I have moved the HP timeline forward by a number of years so that Danny and co. are the same age as Harry and his year. This will make pretty much no difference to the contents of the fic or any book references whatsoever given that in the Harry Potter series technology takes a backseat anyway.
Anyway, same deal- reviews are highly appreciated, and feel free to ask questions and send me a PM if there's anything you want to discuss- but keep in mind that I won't just be giving away any spoilers ;3
I should update same time next week- until then! ^-^