Yay! Chapter 6 is here! Read on and see the ending the freaked the hell out of me, and I was writing it! Okay...go!
Logan: Fuyu does not own X-Men, they belong to Marvel Comics
Hermione: She does not own Harry Potter, they belong to JK Rowling
Ron: She does, however, own Danny and Gin 'n Tonic
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In the shop, Danny took one look around and immediately thought of several people she had once known that would have had a heart attack in here. The entire place was lit up with sparks and flashes and it was filled with the sounds of snaps, crackles, pops, and bangs along with the chatter of so many customers that you couldn't get near the shelves. She stared around, seeing boxes piled up to the ceiling. There was a bunch of them labeled:
Skiving Snack-boxes
Get out of class by faking a nosebleed, puking fest, or hacking cough!
The slender girl noticed that there were only several snack boxes with the title Nosebleed Nougat left on the shelves. She guessed that it must have been the more popular kind.
In a bin to the left of these shelves were wands that, when waved, either turned into a rubber chicken or pair of briefs. She noticed that the more expensive kind beat the unwary user over the head when someone waved one. On another shelf were boxes of quills for all sorts of uses. When a space cleared in the crowd, Danny quickly tailed Harry to a group of 10yr olds grouped around a miniature animated hangman. Hermione murmured something about a pink box and the charm inside being really extraordinary magic.
"For that, Hermione, you get one for free," said a voice from behind the three. A beaming red head stood there, wearing a set of magenta robes that clashed brilliantly with his hair. Danny guessed that this must have been one of the twins. Which, she wouldn't even bother trying to solve without asking.
"How are you, Harry?" asked the boy, shaking hands with the Logan-dubbed Scarface. "What happened to your eye, Hermione?" The irate brunette reminded him of his punching telescope and he handed her a thick yellow paste, saying it would clear up the bruise in no time. Then he noticed Danny and said, "Well, to whom might I be having the pleasure of meeting for the first time."
Danny rolled her eyes and played along. "Why, my good sir, the pleasure is all mine! My name is Daniela "Danny" "Mindfreak" Manners. You, of course, must call me Danny…or Mindfreak, which ever suits you." She fluttered her eyelashes and giggled, then broke and started laughing all out. The boy joined her, finding the situation as hilarious as she.
"Well, Danny, I'm Fred Weasley and it really is nice to meet a fellow jokester like you," said the boy, genuinely pleased to meet her.
Danny snorted, "Ron wouldn't say that. I scared the shit outta him the other day and he's still not to pleased about it. Although I reckon he's feeling about less animosity towards me ever since I chewed the Malfoys out."
"You chewed the Malfoys out!" Fred exclaimed incredulously. The girl nodded proudly and Fred whistled in appreciation. "Not many people have the guts to chew them out. Now I really must get to know you!" Danny laughed and smiled. Annoyed at being ignored, Gin flicked his wings and shrieked, causing everyone within a three foot radius to freeze and stare. A glare from Danny sent them on their way whilst Fred was preoccupied with the bird on her shoulder. "What a bird! What's his name?"
Danny grinned and replied, "I can officially say that I hold the rights to Gin n' Tonic." Fred laughed. "Just call him Gin." The bird barked softly, appeased at the attention, and returned to grooming Danny's red locks.
"Well," said Fred as Hermione wandered off. "Let me show you two around the shop." He guided them past a shelf of muggle magic tricks, explaining that it was for muggle nuts like Mr. Weasley. Then pointed out his twin, George, who quickly came over to greet Harry and snap at a boy trying to steal a handful of edible dark marks.
"Here, let's show you our more serious line of products," said George. He pushed aside a curtain next to the Muggle tricks, revealing a more subdued room.
"We just developed this line," said Fred. "Funny how it happened." He went on to explain how so many people, even Ministry of Magic workers, couldn't do a decent shield charm. When the Ministry bought 500 Shield Hats, they had gone into Shield Cloaks and Shields gloves. They had then delved into all sorts of Defense Against the Dark Arts products, coming up with all sorts of things. Some of which were Instant Darkness Powder, imported from Peru, and Decoy Detonators. Fred caught a couple of the Decoy Detonators, which were running around by themselves, and tossed them to Harry, because the boy had given them start up money, and then to Danny, simply because he liked her. A second later, a young blonde witch in the same robes as the boys appeared and called them away. They told Harry to help himself to anything and George left Fred to lead the two back to the front of the shop.
Back at the front of the shop, Fred and George, who randomly reappeared after helping the employee, began lecturing on Ginny, who snapped back and then snapped at Ron, who swore and flipped off Fred for not letting him just have some stuff because they were brothers, who was then threatened by Mrs. Weasley to have his fingers jinxed together if he ever did that again, who was then plied by Ginny to have a Pygmy Puff, fuzzy little pink and purple things that Gin found to look remarkably tasty.
From where she stood by Mrs. Weasley, Danny overheard her charge speaking with his friends.
"Wonder where his mummy is?" Harry murmured.
"Giver her the slip by the looks of it," said Ron.
"Why, though?" mused Hermione. They were all quiet for a while and Harry said something Danny didn't catch. Quiet suddenly, a silvery cloak was flipped over all of them and they disappeared. Danny blinked, then made a quick decision.
She tapped Logan lightly on the shoulder to let him know of her whereabouts as she followed the teens out, her hair shifting from short and red to long and stringy black. She skin lost its freckles and went papery white. Her face shrunk from full to gaunt and her spine bent over. Her clothing, which had been normal compared to how one from a fair off family would dress was shifted to a ratty cloak and nasty looking dress with black slippers that used to be white. Her hands, now long fingered and knobby shoved her hair from blood shot eyes that saw both color and heat so she could track them easily. Gin got off her shoulder, knowing that it was still her but, being the smart bird he was, knowing also that his presence could effect her choice of disguise.
Following the group closely, she was led into Diagon Alley, where she noticed that they were following the Small Fry, who had taken a left down Knockturn Alley. Going down the alley for a way, Small Fry stopped in front of a shop and entered it while the three friends simply waited for him outside. Danny glanced up at the sign above the door that said 'Borgin and Burkes' then back down at where the three stood, then over to Small Fry inside. Having been unable to change her ears, Danny flicked the long, lizard-sheep hearing aids and listened closely while the others had to make due with something called Extendable Ears.
"…you know how to fix it?"
"Possibly," said the shop keeper, his tone saying that he was unwilling. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"
"I can't," said Malfoy. "It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it." The shop keeper licked his lips nervously before going on to say he couldn't guarantee anything and Malfoy showed him something for 'confidence.' The man looked frightened as Malfoy warned him that, should he speak, a man called Fenrir Greyback would make sure he would pay. After an exchange of words, Malfoy stalked out of the shop. That was when Hermione did something stupid.
The brunette waltzed into the shop before Danny could move. While the girl did a terrible job at faking herself to be a dark witch, Danny covered her eyes in sheer embarrassment for the girl. She asked about a necklace, then a skull, then completely muffed it. Growling to herself, Danny quickly strode forward, shoving the door open, and barked out, "Bridgette, you stupid girl! You forget everything I tell you!" Snaring the surprised girl by the upper arm, she snarled in her ear in her normal voice, "Play along."
The girl was quick to catch on and replied in a mildly frightened voice, "I'm sorry, Aunty, I didn't mean to!"
"Shut up, you idiotic girl," Danny snapped. "Just get back to the house and in your room and you are to have no dinner for a week! Now move!" The girl quickly got out of Danny's way, the older looking girl looking on with a nasty glare. Snapping her gaze to the shop keeper, she snapped, "What is it you're staring at, sonny? See something you like?" Smiling vulgarly, she flicked the end of her dress and the man made a face.
"Oh no, madam, it's nothing like that," he said, barely concealing his disgust for her. "I just –"
"Oh, shut up," snapped Danny. "It's not like I was interested in your pug-ugly face anyway." Spinning around, she left the shop, snaring the ends of the Invisibility Cloak. She strode towards the entrance to Diagon Alley, her three impromptu charges trailing behind, however unwillingly.
Back at the entrance, her hair quickly shifted color and texture to soft and forest green. Blood-shot eyes changed to soft emerald green in a now smooth, elegant face. Her spine straightened out and she stood tall, slightly taller then Harry. Her hair fell to her tapered waist, bangs falling to her full chest. She planted soft elegant hands on supple hips and shifted all her weight to her left leg, tapping her right foot. She now wore a long green dress that fell to the floor and was cinched tightly around her waist with a gold colored ribbon.
"All three a ya'll are idiot's, ya know that?" Reaching forward, she yanked the cloak off of them and snapped, "Did you think I wouldn't find ya? Honestly, that has got to be one of the more stupid things ya'll have ever done! Idiots!"
"I-I-I…we were j-j-just trying to f-find out what he was up to," cried Ron.
"Oh, so that makes it a good idea to go sneaking off to Goddess knows where out of protection and into harms way so I can chase after ya'll and get yer sorry asses outta trouble! Again, what the HELL were you thinking!?!" Danny's eyes flashed a fierce red before going through the entire spectrum angrily. Luckily, they were in a shaded area behind a building since she was glowing in various places and her hair was wiping around wildly, also resembling a rather sparkly rainbow. The hem of her dress started wiping about her ankles and flashing, also spiraling throughout the entire spectrum. The walls were basically flashing as though a light show was going on. Danny was beyond pissed off.
A soft bark from the top of the building announced the presence of Gin n' Tonic. The hawk fluttered down to Danny's shoulder and nuzzled her cheek, barking softly in a calming manner. Slowly, Danny's eyes settled back on an emerald green and her hair stopped at flaming orange. Her dress fluttered slowly about her ankles and stopped on a black darker then the night sky. Lifting a hand, she gently stroked the creature's side and sighed.
Hermione, swallowing hard, interjected, "Well, we were trying to figure out what he was up to. I mean, when Draco's involved, there's bound to be trouble brewing. He's got it in for us. I mean…"
"I don't give a flying FUCK if he's got it in for you, me, or the whole goddamn world! That does not mean you have to go chasing after him like some lovesick puppy!" Danny snarled. "And you," she snapped at the girl. "After you botched that little trick of trying to act evil, I should have left you to get in trouble with that man. You are such an idiot! What the hell made you think that that would be a good idea? Huh?!" Hermione trembled in place. None of them had ever seen Danny this pissed and hoped never to again. But Harry just had to pull a stupid and grow some balls.
"Where the bloody hell do you get off?!" the boy asked snappishly, a fierce look on his face as he rolled up his invisibility cloak. "It's not like you're our boss!" Danny froze and slowly turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed in anger. Harry froze and almost apologized…almost. "N-no! Dammit, you're not our boss! We don't have to listen to a drugged up psycho like you! Seriously, what did you mother teach you back home? Or did she even give a shit?"
Standing up straight, Danny's eyes started glowing a bright red, the light streaming through narrowed eyes. Her mouth started twitching in rage. Her lips peeled back to reveal rapidly sharpening teeth that were starting to extend beyond her lower lip. "What the FUCK do you know about my mother, Potter," she spat out. "Huh? What the fuck do you know? I-" she was cut off by a heave that came from her own mouth. Her eyes widened in fear. Quickly, she snapped, "Go back to Fred and Georges shop and send me Logan."
"Why should we," asked Harry, slightly empowered by the fear in her eyes, his mind misplacing it.
A taloned hand shot forward and he was dragged closer to a face that was rapidly growing scales. "Because if you don't I'm going to rip your spleen out and feed it to you!" the girl snarled. She threw him back before doubling up in pain and a feral snarl escaped her lips. "Go! Get Logan!" There was a loud snap as her legs bent the other way, twisting wildly. Bone was thrust up through the skin, which started to pick up speed and grow over the new bone growth. Something on her back started pulsing, pushing, straining as the three teens ran out of the area and back to the shop where they informed Logan off what was happening. The tall man blanched and ran outside in time to see something fly over head.
It was a huge black dragon, with large, shredded wings and twisting, spiraling horns erupted from its skull, blood and brain matter dripping from the bases. Glowing red eyes stood out in a serpentine face. Grotesque teeth stood out from its mouth, large with serrated edges. Blood and gore poured out, splashing down on the pavement and everyone within range. A long thick tail swung about, spikes protruding from it in every imaginable place. Its legs were twisted grotesquely, bent backwards and jutting spikes as though they were armor. The natural armor it was encased in was dull black and spiky, jutting out in every possible direction. Its claws were covered in blood, its armor dripping the stuff. It was a monster and it was free. A loud, terrifying roar ripped through the sky as it flew away, a red-tailed hawk in hot pursuit.
"Holy shit, Chuck in gonna kill me."