Salazar's Heir

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.

Professor Masters

"So where's the rest of the A-list?" Harry asked Dash, handing him a blueberry soda.

"Kwan's off at some soccer camp in Kansas, while Paulina's partying in Rome with her parents," Dash said, taking a swig. "I had no one but Valerie to hang out with, so when I saw Bad-Luck Tuck here..."

Tucker scowled at him, behind his oversized frames. "Dude, that is so old. I wish people would quit calling me that. So, I knocked a few salt cellars off the table and dropped a paint bucket on a black cat that one time."

Sam's mouth twitched. "The skunk cat?" she queried. "That wasn't an accident, Tucker. Danny dared you to do it."

Dash choked. "That was you! Man, that was a classic."

Harry and Tucker groaned. Only Dash would find humor in unleashing a black cat with a white stripe painted down its back in the girl's locker room.

"Okay, so I did it just before Christmas on a dare," Tucker grumbled, "but still-quit calling me 'Bad-Luck Tuck'. I find it so degrading."

"Thus says the Technogeek," Youngblood quipped, from above them.

"Who asked your opinion?" Danny said, looking up.

"No one," Youngblood said. "I'm still not speaking to you."

"Uh-huh."

"La la la la," Youngblood chanted.

"What's he doing now?" Sam asked Danny curiously.

"Sticking his fingers in his ears and singing 'la la' very off-key," said he.

"You're being childish," Sam told the empty air above Danny, before strolling away.

Dash, Danny, Tucker and Harry followed her; Danny stopped to pick up the smoking hook off the grass from where she had been standing. "Cut it out," he told Youngblood.

"La la la la," came the response.

BOOM!

"Hey, an old turquoise car just fell out of the sky!" Dash yelled, pointing skywards.

Everyone came running from all directions. McGonagall was not pleased to see three more of her students literally fall out of thin air.

"Well?" she said, folding her arms. "What do you think the Ministry will say to this infraction of the rules, not to mention, your mother?"

Fred and George quickly pointed at Ron. "His idea."

Ron glared at them. "Some brothers you are," he grumbled. "Sorry, Professor," he apologized. "It was the only mode of transportation that could get us here."

"You could have arranged for a port-key," she told him. "Now, we're going to have to modify these Muggles' memories. You almost ruined the birthday party for Harry Potter."

Ron hung his head in shame.

Dash, meanwhile, went to examine the car. "Cool wheels," he exclaimed. "How'd you get it to fly like that?"

"Magi-uh, in ghost hunters' school," Ron lied, his ears turning red. "It was a first-term project. We all had to make our own flying vehicles out of ordinary objects you find around the house. Our dad likes to tinker with things out in the garage and the Anglia was just sitting there, so we..."

"Asked him to help us soup it up," George finished for him.

"Mom doesn't know," Fred added, with a sly glance at McGonagall. "I'd rather face the Ministry than Mother any day of the week."

"It can still be arranged," McGonagall murmured, ushering them all indoors.

"Nice save," Harry whispered to the Weasley brothers. "For sure, I thought you were goners."

"You and me both," Ron whispered in return.

A wisp of blue smoke escaped Danny's mouth. "Oh no," he moaned, starting to shiver. "I think we have visitors of another kind downstairs."

"You think?" Maddie asked her son, grabbing her double ecto-saber. "Then let's go make them unwelcome."

"You have a weird family," Dash told Danny.

"You don't even know the half of it," Harry answered, thinking of the giant python listing to Enya upstairs in his room. Blame Jazz for starting that other shoe dropped when the gang got downstairs and found the hedge maze completely burned and iced over. Danny wasted no time in transforming, ignoring the fact that Dash knew nothing of his other identity.

"Holy crow," Dash whistled. "Who knew Danny was a ghost?"

"Obliviate," McGonagall said, pointing at the boy with her wand. "Boys, Samantha, why don't you take this child upstairs and do something while we handle this?"

"But Danny may need our help," Sam protested.

"He can handle this," Jack said, reassuring her.

"Jack, dear, don't wave the Bazooka around like that," Maddie asked, ducking the gun's large barrel.

"Sorry, Maddie," he replied sheepishly.

Taking that as their cue, Harry lead the way as they ushered a seriously confused Dash up the stairs. Sam turned back once, her violet eyes locked onto Danny's blurry spectral form, as he blasted a few bushy copses out of his way. "Be careful," she whispered.

"Plasmius? And Desiree?" a very confused Phantom froze as the intruders detached themselves from the portal. "What the heck are you guys doing here?"

Desiree looked smugly at the vampirish ghost next to her. "You were saying...?"

Plasmius glared at her. "So it did catch his attention," he grumbled. "Now, go back to the Zone before Maddie and that bumbling oafish father of his gets here."

Danny was insulted. "My what?"

Desiree saluted them and took off.

Plasmius took a deep breath and summoned his dark energy rings. By the time the ghost hunters and Professor McGonagall arrived, they found a very ticked off Phantom throwing ecto-rays at an equally placid Professor Masters, who absorbed them with his wand.

"Nightingale, stop this at once!" Professor McGonagall's shrill voice shattered the air. "A student attacking a teacher invites expulsion. Are you alright, Vladimir?"

Professor Masters dusted off his suit. "I'm fine, Minerva. Daniel has done no harm."

"Upstairs, now," Maddie told her son curtly. "We'll be discussing your punishment later."

"Yes, ma'am," Danny grumbled, growling angrily at Professor Masters as he passed him by.

Jack rubbed his eyes. "Vladimir Masters? Can it really be you?"

Vlad tensed up as Jack scooped him up in a very painful bear hug. "I need air," he rasped out.

"Oh sorry, V-man. I don't know my own strength," Jack laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Explains where young Daniel picked that one up from, Vlad thought. "It has been a long time, hasn't it, Jack?"

"Twenty years, V-man. Twenty years."

"So how did you and Minerva meet?" Maddie interrupted the two old friends. "I noticed you two know each other very well."

"Professor Masters teaches Muggle Studies at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall sniffed. "A tawdry subject."

"That's your own opinion, like with Trelawney and her Divinations," Vlad shot back.

"I didn't know you were a wizard, V-man," Jack said, scratching his head.

"I went to Westmont Academy, a premier Northwestern magic school in northern Wisconsin," Vlad shrugged. "I chose to attend a Muggle college instead of heading to University like many of my peers."

"So, why come here and now of all places?" Maddie asked.

"Because I am like Danny, no thanks to this fat fool here," Vlad said, not bothering to hide his hatred of Jack. "I hope you checked your ingredients and your calculations before you activated this portal, Jack. Ecto-acne is hell on your skin and social life."

"So tell me about where you live?" Jazz said, plunking herself down on Harry's bed.

"We live in Ottery St. Catchpole," Fred replied. "We have a ghoul in the attic who rattles the pipes, gnomes in the garden, a doddery old owl who can't see straight, and absolutely no privacy."

"Almost no privacy," George added.

"Mum is going to kill us," Ron moaned, his head in his hands.

"It was your idea," George reminded him.

"I was told to do it," Ron said, sitting up straight. "You see, I received this strange parcel in the mail, along with this medallion shaped like a clockwork gear."

Danny rose from the tv, where he'd been watching a chick flick with Sam and Dash. "Tell me more about this medallion," he said, joining them.

For future reference, Dash took a picture of the remains of Danny's transfiguration experiment. McGonagall adjusted some of his memories, but not all of them.