Hello, my faithful readers!

First of all, I would like to give a shout out to mist shadow for being the 200th reviewer for this fic. You get the internet baked good of your choice :)

Second of all, aren't you glad it didn't take me another year to update? To be completely honest, I wanted to have this out about a month ago. The reason I waited is because I wanted to make Danny a Pottermore account to find out what it thought would be Danny's wand. Alas, Pottermore has not opened to the public yet, so I couldn't do this. Instead, I used the information on wands that I acquired from my own access to Pottermore to discover the wand that belongs to Danny. I will include my musings about Danny's wand at the END of the chapter so I don't spoil it.

Third of all, because I made you all wait so long for the last chapter, and since I PROMISED you I would include Hermione in this chapter, this chapter is almost obnoxiously long. 20 PAGES PEOPLE! I think that's a record for me.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter! :)

Update (2/28/15): This chapter has been edited and updated since its original posting.

Disclaimer! If I owned Harry Potter, the Marauders would have their own book, and if I owned Danny Phantom, we would have heard a bit more about Tucker's adventures as the mayor of Amity Park (because honestly, that would probably be awesome.


~July 2nd~

Danny woke abruptly. At first, he couldn't figure out what had woken him. He couldn't remember his dream—if he had been having one in the first place. He wondered if he had fallen off his bed, but in the split second he wondered this, he felt the soft mattress beneath him and decided this was not the case.

"I'll throw another one if you don't get up."

His first thought was that it was Jazz, but the voice was much too deep for that. Maybe his dad had returned home from his ghost convention. He was supposed to come home today.

Something hit Danny in the head. It did not hurt at all, but it startled Danny out of his thoughts.

"I'm throwing a book next."

That was not Jack Fenton's voice. Danny finally opened his eyes and when he realized where he was—or more accurately, where he wasn't—he bolted up in bed. Where was his bed? His room? His Dumpty Humpty poster? His model rocket? His—

Oh, right, Danny remembered, relaxing. I'm in London. And that's Ron...

"Sorry," Danny mumbled, exhaustion lacing his speech. "I'm not used to the time difference."

"'Bout time," the redhead huffed. Danny noticed he was already dressed, which he found surprising.

"What time is it?" Danny asked, looking around for a clock.

"Half-past."

"Half-past what?" Danny stressed in annoyance.

"Noon," Ron answered, somewhat bitterly. "Mum sent me to wake you. You need to go to Diagon Alley and get your school things." Satisfied that Danny was awake, he left the room without another word.

Danny rolled off the side of his bed, planting his feet on the floor just before he fell over. It's 6:30am...why, WHY, am I awake? He stumbled over something on the floor. Looking down, he found Ron's pillow. Realizing that he must have been throwing pillows at him to wake him up—Rude much?—he picked it up and tossed it unceremoniously onto the redhead's tousled bed. He dressed quickly, and silently trudged downstairs into the kitchen, hoping there would be food.

He wasn't disappointed, finding Mrs. Weasley busying about the kitchen. A plate of food lay on the table in front of an empty chair. Across from the plate, there was a crumb-covered plate in front of a young woman not too many years older than him with...purple hair? Shaking his head lightly, thinking it was just the tiredness getting to him, he looked back at the woman and saw that her hair was indeed a vivid purple.

"Nice hair," he blurted out, before blushing furiously. As early as it was for him, his mental filter had not quite turned on yet.

Luckily, his exhaustion covered up the sarcasm in his voice, and the woman did not seem offended. "Thanks!" she said brightly. "I haven't worn this color in a while, I missed it. You must be Danny!"

How anyone could be so peppy this early in the morning was a mystery to Danny. Then he realized that it was not exactly early for the locals here in London, so it really was not that strange. And then he remembered that Jazz Fenton was his sister and she was always this peppy in the morning. He smiled wryly, thinking of his sister, but the smile faded a bit as he remembered she was only his "second cousin." No, he told himself forcefully, Jazz will always be my sister.

"Yeah, I am," he answered the purple-headed woman. "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry!" she smiled. "I'm Tonks. Nice to meet you."

"You too," Danny returned. "Do you go to Hogwarts too?"

"No, I graduated a few years ago," she replied. "I recently finished my auror training though, so it was like still being in school."

"Auror training?"

"Aurors are dark wizard catchers," Mrs. Weasley answered, laying a hand on Danny's shoulder from behind. "Why don't you sit down and eat, Danny. You and Tonks will be going to Diagon Alley to get your supplies once you're finished." Danny obliged, sat in front of his plate, and started to eat. "I figured you would want to sleep in, with the time difference."

Danny wanted to mention that 6:30am was still very early, but decided against it since Mrs. Weasley had let him sleep in the first place. "Thanks," he said, taking another bite of food. "And thanks for taking me to Diagon Alley, Tonks," he added to the young woman.

"No, thank you for needing the trip," she laughed with an impatient wave of the hand. "If I have to clean this house any longer, I might self-destruct."

"Is that where everyone is?" he asked, noticing for the first time how odd it was for the kitchen to be relatively empty during a meal time.

"Yeah, we've been cleaning since early this morning, and Ron went to wake you up after lunch," Tonks answered. "Everyone moved on to the top floor bedrooms."

Danny suddenly realized why Ron had been so irritable and moody when he woke him up, and why he was already dressed. He must have been cleaning all morning while Danny slept in. "You should have woken me up, I would have helped—"

"Oh no, I'll have none of that," Mrs. Weasley fussed. "I know the time difference for you must be hard, and even now it's early. I would have let you lie in a bit longer, but you really do need your supplies."

A sudden thought struck Danny, "Uh, how am I going to pay for this? Is my mom sending money? Do I need her credit card number—?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head as she reached into her pocket. "Dumbledore left you a key to your family's vault. Only Harry uses it now, of course, but as it's yours too, you have every right to withdraw money. Ah, here it is." She handed a palm-sized golden fashioned key to him. "Now don't lose that."

"I won't," Danny rolled his eyes, slipping the key into his pocket. He pushed his now empty plate away from him, and he found it levitating away from him; Mrs. Weasley was directing the dishes to the sink. "I guess I'm ready to go."

"Then let's go! Thanks for the lunch, Molly!" Tonks saluted as she rose from her seat. The leg of the chair caught on her foot, she stumbled, and the chair fell over with an obnoxious clatter. Danny stifled his laughter as Tonks let out a hurried, "Sorry!" while picking the chair up and setting it right.

"It's quite alright, dear," Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

"And just one last thing before we go..." Tonks said, screwing her face up in a look of intense concentration.

"Uh, what do you mea..?" The words died on Danny's tongue as he watched her hair change from bright purple to raven black. "How'd you do that?"

"I'm a metamorphmagus," Tonks smiled proudly. "It means I can change my appearance at will."

"That is awesome," Danny praised. "Can you learn it or do you just have that ability?"

"You have to be born with it," Tonks said, looking at her reflection on a glass cabinet door nearby. "I needed to match my hair color to yours because as much as I like the purple, it sticks out too much and we are trying to be discreet about you. If anyone asks, I'm your cousin on my dad's side, alright?"

"Okay," Danny replied. "But why your dad's side?"

"Because her mother's side is a bit too easily traced," Sirius answered, entering the room. His sleeves were pushed up past his elbows, and he looked like he had been working for a long while. "I'm getting water for everyone," he answered to Mrs. Weasley's inquisitive stare.

"And Aguamenti wouldn't have worked, why?" Tonks questioned with a smirk.

"Well, maybe I wanted to see my godson off before he goes to Diagon Alley for the first time," Sirius replied easily.

"Is it really that big a deal?" Danny asked, looking between Sirius and Tonks. "I'm just getting school supplies."

"Consider it a rite of passage," Sirius explained. "Like you are officially entering the magical world."

Danny made a face, "Are we going to a theme park? 'Cause it kinda sounds like we're going to Disney World. I'm buying school supplies. School. Supplies. I really don't understand the big deal."

The adults in the room shared a look before Sirius clapped his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Just wait until you get there. You'll see what we mean."


Danny and Tonks travelled through the London Underground and emerged on a road filled with various shops, but the shops were all very...normal. Where would he be buying a magic wand?

"So, can I buy a wand in a pawn shop?" Danny asked, passing a dingy store with a metallic instrument in the front window, unsure of what it was.

Tonks snorted, "We're not buying anything here, we're not there yet."

Danny followed Tonks through the crowded street, looking at all of the businesses they passed by on the way. They looked so ordinary. In all honestly, the shops and businesses the pair passed by were not unlike buildings Danny would see in Amity Park. There were not any magic shops in Amity that he knew of, with perhaps the exception of the Skulk & Lurk—he made a mental note to ask Sam later—so he couldn't imagine being able to find a magic shop here. He considered asking Tonks if they had gotten off at the wrong stop, but Tonks seemed to know where she was going, so he did not question it.

Danny looked at a large bookstore that they were passing. "Well, they have a lot of books, is there a special magic section there?" he questioned very sarcastically.

"Nope, but we're here," Tonks said, ignoring his cheek. Danny followed her gaze to the building next to the bookstore. It was a very grungy looking pub that did not really fit well with the surrounding buildings.

"Uh, didn't we just eat?" Danny asked with a raised eyebrow. "We can't be there yet. How am I supposed to get my supplies in a pub?"

"It's not in the pub, it's behind the pub," Tonks winked, gesturing for Danny to walk in first.

The first thing Danny noticed was the smell. The scent of cooked meat was intermingled with an unpleasant scent of musk and perhaps body odor...it was almost revolting. The next thing he noticed was the clientele. While most of them looked normal, there was a fair share of unnatural patrons, including but not limited to an incredibly short man with pointed ears and thin, wiry hair; an old woman with slightly green skin, a large bulbous nose and hair poking out of her ears; and a pale dark haired man who seemed to be drinking some very thick red liquid at the bar. Danny's only explanation for this was that the man was a vampire, though he tried to ignore that train of thought.

"This is the Leaky Cauldron," Tonks explained to the gazing teen, nudging him forward. "The entrance to Diagon Alley is in the back."

Taking one last look at the 'vampire,' who looked scarily like a younger, paler Vlad, Danny followed Tonks though the pub to the back door. Outside there was a small outlet enclosed by a tall brick wall, with no exit other than the doorway they were currently standing in. "Is this right?" Danny asked, staring at the very solid-looking brick wall. Thinking it might be a trick, he stepped up to the wall and pushed his palm against it. It was still solid.

"Of course it is," Tonks waved, bumping Danny out of the way lightly with her hip. She took out her wand and traced a pattern in the air, as if counting, then tapped her wand three times on one of the bricks. The brick quivered, and soon enough all the surrounding bricks were shifting, creating a wide opening in the wall.

"Vlad's secret lab has nothing on this," Danny muttered in awe. Once he and Tonks stepped through the archway, the bricks immediately formed a solid wall again.

Once Danny took in what he was seeing, his jaw dropped in wonder. Now this was the type of place that looked like it sold magic articles. Interesting shops colored the cobbled street which clearly did not follow any set line.

His sightseeing was interrupted by a blinding glare, and when he blocked the offending light, he found a stack of cauldrons outside of Potage's Cauldron Shop. Next door to the cauldron shop was an Apothecary, with various...ingredients on display, and next to that was Wiseacre's Wizard Equipment. Across the street was Flourish and Blotts (and based on the stack of books in the window, Danny assumed that this was where magic spell books could be found), next to that was Quality Quidditch Supplies with broomsticks outside, and next to that was Eeylops Owl Emporium & Magical Menagerie. Danny could not yet see farther down the street due to the oddly dressed people going about their shopping, and it was all he could do to stay with Tonks and not venture farther ahead. The one building Danny could see down the road was a large white building that loomed over the surrounding shops.

Perhaps noticing Danny's excitement, Tonks said, "Better or worse than a theme park?"

"Well, it has a one-up on carnivals," Danny relented, "but until you show me a roller coaster I'm reserving judgment."

Danny was surprised to see Tonks smirk. "Now it's funny you should say that. We need to get your money."

"What does money have to do with roller coasters?"

"Everything."

Confused by her statement, Danny followed her down the road, still awed by the magical shops they passed. He imagined Sam would love to wander through a place like this, while Tucker would still be stuck at the pub checking out the magical cuisine and customers. Jazz would be both curious and skeptical, taking mental notes on everything she saw but also picking them apart as to why it could not logically exist. Of course, ever since she learned he had ghost powers, she had become a lot more accepting towards the paranormal, so perhaps being exposed to Diagon Alley would open her eyes to the magical world a bit more.

Before long, Danny found himself in front of the towering white building he had noticed earlier. Above the columned entrance, carved into the building, the words "Gringotts Wizarding Bank" stood out among the white. Lowering his gaze to the actual entrance with its burnished bronze doors, there were very small, odd looking men dressed in scarlet and gold uniforms.

"Those are goblins," Tonks muttered as they neared the doors, noticing Danny's gaze. He tried not to stare at them too long, and kept walking with Tonks. He passed through the next set of doors, silver this time, with Tonks, walking fast enough to not be able to read the sign next to the doors.

Danny tried to face forward by staring at Tonks's back to avoid the temptation to stare at the goblins, and this temptation only increased when he noticed about a hundred more goblins sitting at high counters performing tasks such as weighing coins, writing in large books, and helping customers. One goblin locked eyes with Danny, and he quickly resumed staring at the young auror's back.

Tonks led Danny to the counter where there was a goblin available. "Wotcher," Tonks nodded. "We need some money from Danny's vault," she said, clapping a hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Full name?" the goblin drawled.

"Danny F—"

"Potter," Tonks cut him off. "Mr. Danny Potter. He has his key. Danny, where's the key Molly gave you?"

Danny dug his hand into his pocket and retrieved the small golden key Mrs. Weasley had given him earlier. "See, I didn't lose it," Danny smirked, handing the key to Tonks who then handed it to the goblin.

"I never said you would," she replied as the goblin stared at the key intently. "Is everything in order?" she asked after a moment. Perhaps the goblin was taking longer than normal.

"I was under the impression that only one key to this vault was in use," the goblin replied slowly. "However, this is an authentic copy. Someone will take you to your vault. Gobrod!"

Gobrod, another goblin, walked up to them and led them through one of the doors out of the main hall.

"I don't get it," Danny muttered to Tonks as they followed Gobrod through a door that led to a torch-lit stone passageway. "Do I have to go by Danny Potter in the wizarding world?"

"No," Tonks answered quickly. "It's different with goblins here because if you lie about anything, they'll think you're trying to steal from the bank, which is not something you want to try. Everywhere else, you go by Danny Fenton, okay? As a matter of fact, don't say more than your first name if you can help it."

Danny nodded in understanding just as Gobrod let out a sharp whistle. In moments, a small metal cart appeared on railway tracks that Danny just noticed were there. "Is this the roller coaster you were talking about?"

Tonks only smirked and motioned for Danny to climb in after Gobrod. He felt slightly uneasy when he noticed the absence of lap or shoulder bars, or even seatbelts. "I'd hold on if I were you," she said when she climbed in next to him.

"Where?" Danny asked flatly. "This has to be the most unsafe roller coaster I've ever been on, and I've been on a broken down coaster before."

"Don't worry, no one's ever fallen out before."

"Well, there's a first time for everythi—" Danny cut himself off as the cart lurched and they shot down the tracks, quickly grasping the side of the cart. His nerves were further shot when he realized that Gobrod wasn't steering, and the cart was just going on its own.

After a minute, Danny calmed down and enjoyed the ride for what it was: a roller coaster ride. His worries about the lack of safety bars or belts took a back seat when he remembered he could always fly if he fell out.

The track was as much a maze as it was a roller coaster as the cart hurtled through forks in the track, first left, then right, right, left, middle fork, right, left...it was amazing that this was a legitimate path rather than a life-sized Plinko board.

A few minutes later, the cart rolled to a stop next to a small door in the wall. Gobrod stepped out of the car, and as Danny and Tonks climbed out after him, he unlocked the door. Green smoke billowed out, and when it cleared, Danny couldn't believe the amount of coins that were heaped inside. There were mountains of gold, silver, and bronze coins, gleaming in the torch-light.

"That belongs to me?" Danny asked breathlessly.

"You and Harry," Tonks whispered back.

"How much do I need?" he asked.

"Well, I'd say about twenty galleons for all of your books, seven for your wand, and probably another twenty for potions ingredients, so I'd grab about fifty galleons. The gold ones," she clarified at Danny's blank look. "Alright, quick rundown: one gold galleon equals seventeen silver sickles, and one sickle equals twenty-nine bronze nuts. Got it?" Danny nodded, figuring he would just ask again if he forgot.

He picked up fifty of the gold coins and dumped it into a bag Tonks had brought with her, and soon enough they were back in the cart. The ride back seemed to defy all laws of gravity as it was rolling up the track.

As they left the goblin-run bank, Danny followed Tonks back into the bustling street. "We'll get your potions ingredients first at the apothecary, then a brass scale for the ingredients, then your books, then your wand, sound good?"

"Sure," Danny nodded. "So, how much money do we have?"

"In pounds you mean?" Tonks asked.

"U.S. dollars," Danny amended.

"I don't know the currency rate between dollars and pounds, but right now it's five pounds to a galleon," she answered. "So we have 250 pounds."

Figuring that he'd ask Jazz about the conversion rate later, he accepted this to be a fair amount of money and did not worry about it much after that. At the apothecary, Danny almost wanted to hold his breath to deal with the smell, and he spent most of the time staring at a shelf housing silver unicorn horns (or so they were advertised) to distract himself while Tonks bought a basic set of potion supplies.

After a quick stop into Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment for his brass scales, their next stop was Flourish and Blotts to get his books. Tonks made a beeline to the counter while he hung back a bit, liking this store already because of its normal smell.

Danny wandered over to the "New releases" section of the magical bookstore as Tonks relayed his book list to the manager. His eyes jumped from title to title, each sounding either incredibly fake (Cauldron Cavities: Cursed Cruelties, by Phillip Leaver) or bizarrely informative (The Complete Guide to Bowtruckles, by Bert Haverstade). As Danny skimmed the titles, his eyes were drawn to a bright red and blue ad on the shelf.

TWO-WAY JOURNALS

Need to talk to a friend instantly? Owl-post take too long? The Two-Way Journal is just the thing for you!

By purchasing a set of journals, one can write a message in one journal and it will instantly appear in the other journal! You can have a conversation over continents without any delay! Try our test set!

Only 3 galleons OR upgrade to our deluxe set for just 4 galleons!

The deluxe set includes bracelets that alert you when there is a message waiting in your journal.

Danny looked below the advertisement and noticed a little table with two mahogany bound journals, both lying open at the table. Past mini-conversations were scrawled in several different versions of handwriting on the page with other customers' words as they tested the product. One book held black and red inked writing while the other held black and blue. There was also an ink pot and a bird feather with ink at the base lying between the two journals. Also pinned to the table were two straps of mahogany which he assumed were the bracelets. Danny picked up the feather with interest, and noting the inked tip of the feather, tentatively dipped it into the ink pot. After dabbing the extra ink on the side of the pot, his hand hovered over the leftmost journal with the black and red writing, thinking of something to write. Finally, he lowered the feather and wrote: 'Does this even work?'

Placing the feather back on the table, Danny glanced over to see if his message had appeared on the other journal. To his surprise, the words 'Does this even work?' were scribbled into the other journal in a rich blue color.

Danny looked back at the advertisement, re-reading the line about the journals working over continents. As an idea formed in his head, Danny smiled and picked up one of the deluxe journal sets.

Tonks was just wrapping up the sale as Danny placed the journal set on the register table. "I'm getting this too," he said to the manager.

"Danny, we're only supposed to get your supplies," Tonks reminded him.

"I know," Danny said quickly, "but this way I can talk with my family while I'm here without having to use an owl."

Tonks looked thoughtful for a moment. "I guess we'll have enough galleons…okay. We're getting this too," she nodded to the manager.

"Would a pen or pencil work in this?" Danny asked quickly, realizing he had only tested the product with an inked feather.

"Yes, any form of writing instrument will suffice," the manager nodded. "These journals were made particularly with muggleborns in mind. Apparently in some communities, it's odd for owls to appear carrying parcels," he chuckled.

"Imagine that," Danny muttered.

"That will be twenty-two galleons in all," the manager continued, not hearing Danny's comment. Tonks handed the man the appropriate amount of gold coins out of the money bag and put a quick spell on the books to shrink them to a manageable size. "Have a good day," he nodded before walking into the store's back room.

As Danny and Tonks left the store, he thought about the amount of books they had just bought, and how odd that may have looked. "Tonks, what did the manager say when you asked for four years' worth of school books?"

Tonks laughed, "He was particularly interested in why we wanted The Standard Book of Spells Grades 1-4. Otherwise it wouldn't have looked as suspicious, especially since you aren't studying any of the third year elective courses. So," Tonks continued, seeing Danny's inquiring face, "I told him that a bunch of Cornish Pixies got hold of your old school books and you needed to replace them."

"What are Cornish Pixies?" Danny asked.

"You'll read about them, I'm sure," Tonks said idly. "Now, time to get your wand!"

Danny grinned. This was what he was truly excited for. Admittedly, the spell books and potions ingredients were pretty interesting, but the wand was the pinnacle of the day's shopping run. The wand would be the definitive proof that he was a wizard. He followed the young auror through the bustling street towards the south end of the alley. Between two dingy looking stalls stood a shop with a sign that read 'Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC' at the end of an outlet. In his excitement, Danny was almost walking in front of Tonks at this point, and by the time they reached the old shop, he entered the store before she did.

The shelves were filled to over-capacity with long, thin boxes, and Danny got the impression that he had just walked into a shoe store for people with incredibly narrow feet. Knowing what the boxes held however, Danny felt like a kid in a candy shop; he wanted to open them all and start casting spells.

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind, an elderly man appeared from behind a very tall stack of boxes next to the cashier desk.

"Wotcher, sir," Tonks nodded, lightly pushing Danny towards the counter.

"Ah, Miss Nymphadora Tonks, twelve and a half inches, pear, unicorn tail hair, reasonably pliant, correct?" the old man spoke immediately, looking at Tonks intently.

"Yes sir, and it's just Tonks," she said, shaking her head in a mixture of bemusement and annoyance.

Danny looked between the two incredulously. "How did you know that?" Danny asked.

"I remember every wand I have ever sold," he responded with pride, switching his intent gaze to him. After another moment, he titled his head. "You are older than a first year student, yet I don't recall selling to you before. Though you do look familiar...what's your name, young man?"

"Danny," Danny answered slowly. He seemed to be waiting for more, so keeping in mind what Tonks had said earlier, he cautiously added, "Fenton."

"Fenton, hmmm..." the man tilted his head in thought. "You reminded me of...well, never mind that. Let's see now, an American...perhaps you are the owner of a Greystone wand? That old fool is still experimenting with niffler hairs, I believe—"

"Uh, I don't have a wand, that's why I'm here," Danny interrupted hesitantly, confused by the man's musings. Danny glanced at Tonks and was surprised to see her look a bit wary.

"Excellent!" the old man yipped, immediately dropping his last train of thought. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Well, I'm right-handed..."

The old man rushed away as a small tape measure zoomed toward him and started measuring his arm, and his fingers, and the length of his fingernails, and his earlobes. The tape measure continued measuring all over, but when it tried to measure the width of his front tooth, Danny swatted it away with an annoyed yelp. "Who did I remind him of?" Danny asked, turning to Tonks, ignoring the little tape measure still attempting to do its job.

Tonks did not answer right away, and stared at the back door to see whether the man had returned. When she decided they were alone, she said, "I would assume either James or Harry, though most likely Harry based on the age. When you said your last name was Fenton he seemed very confused." She frowned at this point, "Most people recognize Harry because of his scar, so the connection between you and the Potters really isn't that obvious, but Ollivander has a fantastic memory, and it's a tad concerning that he may have already seen the likeness between you two."

Before Danny could reply, Ollivander had returned holding a dark violet box. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance," he began, opening the box in a rush and then carefully picking up the slender piece of wood inside it. "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand." The man handed the wand to Danny very gently and said, "Hornbeam, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn hair, swishy."

Danny took the wand by the handle and waited, but nothing happened. "You need to wave it a bit," Tonks chuckled, as Ollivander nodded encouragingly.

Feeling slightly foolish, Danny waved the wand, but no sooner had he made the motion, the old man snatched the wand out of his hand, put it back in the box, and rushed away again muttering, "No, not that one."

As he disappeared in the back, Tonks leaned closer to Danny with a smirk. "Mr. Ollivander gives that speech to every new customer, barely changes a word," she whispered.

Danny stifled his laughter as the old man rushed back moments later with a pale green box. "Chestnut, phoenix feather, nine inches, rather pliant."

Danny soon realized that this would be a common occurrence after the fifth time it happened ("Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy.") and resigned himself to a long process. At first he felt bad for using the old man's time up, but Ollivander seemed to be enjoying himself more after each failed attempt at a match.

"Ollivander likes a challenge," Tonks winked as he rushed away with the twelfth failed attempt ("Fourteen and a half inches, maple, unicorn hair, supple.")

"Well, I hope he likes the Sunday Times crossword, 'cause this is taking a while," Danny sighed. "Maybe I'm not a wizard after all—"

"Oh don't be stupid, Danny," she said, shaking her head. "You wouldn't have been able to see the Leaky Cauldron if you weren't a wizard."

Somewhat reassured, Danny waited for Ollivander to rush back with another box. The new box Ollivander held was a silver tinted box with icy blue traces around the edges. Ollivander ripped the lid off and gently lifted the wand out. "Eleven inches, yew, dragon heartstring, pliable, excellent for transfiguration," he declared, handing the wand over.

Danny knew immediately that there was something different about this wand. The moment his fingers touched the handle, a chill drifted up his arm and engulfed his body. Rather than unsettling, the chill was quite comforting, and he could feel his chilled ghost core inside him reach out to the wand. An icy blue breath exhaled out of his mouth, his ghost sense dissipating quickly in the warm air, and yet Danny knew there was no ghost nearby. Rather, his ghost sense was welcoming a new extension to his paranormal arsenal. Seemingly to echo his ghost powers' reaction, the wand spat controlled bursts of green light, with a light blue mist swirling around it.

"How intriguing," Ollivander breathed, staring at Danny in a look of awed assessment. "I have never in my life as a wandmaker witnessed a reaction like that. The wand reacts of course, but for the wizard to have a visible reaction as well...how curious. Nevertheless, I believe it is safe to say this wand has chosen you, young man."

Danny merely nodded, still captivated by what had just happened.

"That will be seven galleons," he continued, more so to Tonks as Danny was still in his own little world. The witch handed the man seven gold coins and thanked him.

Danny muttered a quiet, "Thanks," as Tonks shuffled him out the door. I have a wand...a real magic wand...I guess I really am a wizard. Hardly believing his own thoughts, Danny smiled.


~July 8th~

"Danny, wake up."

"Whassgoinon?" Danny articulated, rolling over in bed. A week had gone by since arriving in London and Danny still hadn't adjusted to the time difference. Of course, Danny rarely slept at home as it was due to ghost activity, but he was used to being exhausted at two entirely different points of the day.

Life in Grimmauld Place had already fallen into some sort of routine. For Danny, he had been given a study schedule the moment he returned from Diagon Alley. Danny would wake up with the rest of the household, and as everyone else set about various cleaning tasks, he would study his class textbooks. At the moment, he was limited to the seven core classes of Hogwarts: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, and Transfiguration. After lunch, Danny would join everyone else in their cleaning duties, which Ron in particular was glad to see ("Why should Danny be exempt from cleaning?!"). Rounding off the day after dinner would be Danny's practical studying, which would always be supervised by an adult. With the exception of the night Danny returned home from Diagon Alley, during which he actually started studying his books on his own free will, Sirius had so far been supervising his spell work. Danny was proud to say he hadn't blown anything up yet, which Ginny revealed to him usually happened to one first year student every year (in Ron's year it was a boy named Seamus Finnigan).

So far, Transfiguration was his favorite subject. Maybe it was because it was his best subject, meaning he actually understood what the text was saying and was performing these spells the best out of his other practicals, or maybe it was just the mystique of being able to transform something into another completely different object. Of course, transfiguring matches into needles was not exactly mind blowing, but it was nice to hear Sirius's praise as he successfully transfigured the match on his first try.

Defense was his next favorite class, mostly because it reminded him of ghost fighting. Defense was the one class that was not only learning material; you had to already have the nerve and instinct to carry out what you have been taught. The material on its own was pretty interesting, but Danny liked the fact that it was not purely based out of books. Potions was his next favorite class because it reminded him of Chemistry, a class he had really been looking forward to for sophomore year at Casper High. Out of all his classes, it was the most precise and science based...as much as magic can be called science at least.

Danny enjoyed Charms because it was the most "magical" in his opinion. It seemed like the stereotypical magic tricks one would see a magician perform, like levitation and such, but he was actually learning the magic of it rather than a cheap parlor trick. Astronomy would have been a very interesting class, mostly because of his dream of being an astronaut, but since he was not allowed to go outside (it was too dangerous apparently) he could not do the practical portion of Astronomy, and quite honestly, he already knew the moons of Jupiter. Danny held a certain appreciation for Herbology, mostly out of respect for Sam, but he did not have the same green thumb as she did, and he was thankful that he would not have to go near some of the plants described in the book so far. Finally, History of Magic had to be the dullest subject of them all. It was like his school history classes but now he had more events to memorize for the same dates. Danny could just imagine getting a question back at Casper High after all this magical studying about what event killed millions in Europe during the 14th century, and instead of answering the Black Death of the Bubonic Plague, he would probably end up giving a lengthy answer about goblin rebellions.

In addition to his studying and cleaning, Danny was also constantly chatting with Jazz, thanks to the journals he bought in Diagon Alley. Before leaving for Grimmauld Place, Danny had Tonks wait as he wrote in the journal he was planning on keeping, 'Write something in this journal the moment you get it. -Danny.' He gave the journal with the blue replica of his message and the accompanying bracelet to Tonks, who had promised to mail it the muggle way at her first opportunity. Two days later, Danny felt the band on his wrist tingle with warmth during dinner, alerting him to a message in his journal. He opened it to find Jazz's handwriting in red with the message: 'Something in this journal the moment you get it. -Danny. Love, Jazz.' with a smilie face included. To which Danny replied, 'Don't you be smart with me,' which of course spurred a lengthy conversation explaining the journals' function to his logical sister. Danny told her about the bracelet and its ability to signal when a new message has been sent.

'I think the bracelet only works when the journal is closed, because I haven't felt anything while we've been writing,' she said initially, after Danny had explained the bracelets.

The next morning, Danny told Jazz about his day in Diagon Alley (after Jazz berated him for waking her up at five in the morning) and about a lot of what he had been learning so far, but this was cut short when Mrs. Weasley found him writing in his journal instead of studying. It was at this point in time when Jazz made a fantastic suggestion.

'I don't see why you can't just make duplicates of yourself. You can be studying while writing here at the same time,' she had written. 'That way your ghost powers don't get rusty either.'

Danny figured that she only meant for him to make one duplicate, but Jazz's idea had merit. What if he created enough duplicates so there would be one of him per subject? He would get through his work seven times as fast! Though this strategy would not work on his practical study times, it was perfect for reading the textbooks. So thanks to Jazz, Danny had found a way to accelerate his learning, even if it had not been her original intent.

As Danny quickly learned, there were many people who would often drop by the house for Order of the Phoenix meetings. Some, like Tonks, would stay for a meal and help clean, while others would arrive for meetings and leave immediately after. At first, Danny felt upset about being excluded from the meetings, but he learned almost immediately that the Weasley children were not allowed either and thus he did not feel nearly as bad. Ginny had kept up a very good commentary of people as they would arrive for meetings, as many of them were teachers at Hogwarts.

"That's Mad-Eye Moody," she said, pointing over the edge of the second floor banister that she and Danny were standing at to the entry way where people were shuffling in. She was pointing to a heavily scarred man with a fake leg and walking stick. Just as Danny was thinking he was very weathered-looking, Danny got the feeling that he was being watched, and seconds later, Moody looked up at the two of them. Danny almost gasped out loud at the eye that was swirling around in his eye socket.

"That's Professor Flitwick, he's the Charms professor," she said, pointing to a very short man. "That's Professor McGonagall; she's the Transfiguration professor and the head of Gryffindor."

This statement prompted a discussion about the four houses of Hogwarts, which revealed that the Weasley family and Sirius were all Gryffindors, as well as Harry. She also said that Professor Flitwick was the head of Ravenclaw.

"And Snape's the head of Slytherin," she added, pointing at a greasy haired man with a pointed hook nose. "He's the Potions professor—"

"—and the biggest git in the school," Fred finished, him and George joining them at the banister. "That's Mundungus Fletcher," he said, joining the commentary and pointing out a very dodgy-looking man in a hooded coat, "and Kingsley Shacklebolt, a senior auror," he added, pointing to a dark-skinned man who had just walked in with Mr. Weasley.

"He's in charge of Sirius' case," George smirked. "He's been feeding them a bunch of false leads."

"There's Bill," Ginny said, pointing to a man in flaming red hair like the rest of his family, pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

"And Professor Lupin," Fred rounded off, pointing to a shabby looking man who Sirius immediately greeted like a brother.

Danny quickly met all of the people originally pointed out to him, with the exception of Snape who, as of yet, had never stuck around long enough for Danny to see him. Out of the teachers, Mr. Lupin was the only one to stick around for one of his practicals so far, and he had promised to help him with his studies whenever he needed it.

So much had happened in the past few days that Danny could hardly believe that it had only been a week in London. It had been a week, and yet, Danny still had not adjusted to the time difference. Thus, the usual early morning wakeup call was not at all appreciated.

"Mum has breakfast ready."

Danny groaned in response.

"Oh come on," Ginny huffed, "Even Ron's awake."

"No I'm not," Ron grumbled across the room.

"Boys," Ginny sighed, abandoning her attempts and leaving the boys to their room.

Reluctantly, Danny pulled the blankets off of him, yet remained lying in bed. "We should probably get up."

"Mrmph," Ron mumbled.

"Someone's coming today, right?" Danny asked, finally sitting up in bed.

"Loads of people from the Order come and go every day," Ron replied smartly.

Danny let out an irritated sound, "I meant one of your friends. Harmony, was it? Or Hermy—?"

"Hermione!" Ron bolted up in bed. "Finally, contact with the outside world!" All signs of grogginess gone, Ron rushed around the room to change. Danny followed at a much slower rate, not nearly as energized as Ron and sighed. He supposed it was Ron's friendship with Harry that was making him act this way, but Danny was starting to get peeved by Ron's attitude. With Dumbledore's orders, Ron had no communication with any of his friends, especially Harry. In those regards, Danny was a sore replacement. If Ron was any indicator of how Harry's friends would treat him, he wasn't all that excited to meet Hermione.

As it was, Ron was not the only one upset by the lack of communication. Danny quickly became acquainted with a puff ball of an owl known as Pigwidgeon, or Pig for short, who had also taken residence in the boys' room. The little bird was Ron's pet owl, and the poor thing was unable to go out and fly as often as it would like due to the communication block. In fact, most of the house's occupants, being the kids and Sirius, were on house arrest for safety reasons. Danny could certainly sympathize with the trapped owl, he was starting to feel stir crazy without being able to go out and fly himself.

By the time Danny had changed and made his way downstairs, Ron had almost finished eating breakfast and was asking Mrs. Weasley about his friend.

"When's she getting here?" he asked as Danny entered the kitchen.

"Minerva should be bringing her over by lunch," Mrs. Weasley replied, scooping a bit of scrambled eggs on Danny's plate.

"So she gets to skip morning cleaning," Ginny pouted. "Lucky her, I'm not excited to clean out this kitchen."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound fun," Danny commented airily. "Ow!" he exclaimed with a laugh, as Ginny punched his shoulder.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of cleaning left in the kitchen for you both to join in," Mrs. Weasley placated.

"Yay," Danny intoned as the twins snorted.

"How are your studies going, Danny?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"All right," Danny said neutrally, thinking of the six doppelgangers he had left in his room studying. He was leaving Transfiguration for himself. "I'm a bit more than halfway through year one of Transfiguration," he offered, conveniently leaving out that he was also halfway through his other six classes.

"Well, don't burn yourself out, this is a holiday," she said gently. Danny had to keep himself from rolling his eyes.

Ron scoffed, "Some holiday, we're cleaning all day."

"You wanted to help the Order, and this is how you can do it!" Mrs. Weasley said crossly.

"I think the house would make a good practice location for dueling," Sirius said, entering the kitchen and grabbing an apple off the table.

"See, even Sirius wants us to leave the house as is," George grinned.

"I didn't say that," Sirius said quickly, noticing Mrs. Weasley's glare. "Consider cleaning the house auror training, you have no idea what kind of dark objects you'll come across."

"Oh yeah, great training," Fred scoffed. "Look out, Ginny! Beware the dust of the cursed curtains!" The children dissolved into giggles as Mrs. Weasley huffed and Sirius tried to keep a responsible straight face. He failed miserably.

hr

Seven Dannys continued their studying...well, six of them were. The History of Magic Danny had abandoned his reading efforts and hour ago and was currently writing in the journal to Jazz (despite the fact she was currently sleeping). The original Danny was reading a passage about the etymology of the Avifors spell when—

"FILTHY HALF BREEDS! BLOOD TRAITORS AND F—"

Mrs. Black's painting was screaming downstairs. Danny had met Mrs. Black a couple days ago as Tonks was leaving when she knocked over the swamp creature leg (which he now knew was a troll leg). Knowing that Tonks was the only one clumsy enough to accidentally wake up Mrs. Black and she was currently at work, and the Order members usually remembered not to ring the doorbell, Danny figured that Hermione had finally arrived. If all of Harry's friends can stay over here, why can't mine? Danny thought bitterly, closing his Transfiguration book and dispelling his doppelgangers.

As Danny made his way down stairs, he heard voices in the hallway (accompanied by the twins' efforts to close Mrs. Black's curtains), and decided to make a beeline for the kitchen. He opened the door to find Sirius hovering over the stove.

"Are you cooking lunch today?" Danny asked with a smirk. "Because if so, I'm going back upstairs."

Especially after their late night chat, Danny and Sirius were getting along great. In fact, Sirius was probably the one person in the household that he felt completely comfortable around. The pair would have plenty of time to chat during Danny's practical magic lessons, and it was just the type of interaction he needed, with Ron's not-so-hidden hostility and the twins' exuberance to deal with. Sirius also seemed to really enjoy talking with him, but based on what he revealed to Danny that night, he was not all that surprised. Danny also felt like he could relate with the man somewhat; Sirius was basically being held captive in this house, and Danny could certainly empathize. He had never felt so confined before in his life, and that is including when Walker put him in Ghost Zone jail. What he would give to go out flying just once.

Sirius rounded on him and pointed a wooden spoon at him, "You liked the butterbeer I made!"

"Yes, but that was a drink," Danny allowed. "Ginny told me you melted a pot trying to make pasta the other day."

Sirius pouted, "For your information, I'm making sure the food doesn't burn while Molly is welcoming Hermione. Nothing's burning!" he added, misreading Danny's scowl.

"It's not that," Danny sighed.

"Then what is it?" Sirius stepped away from the counter and gave his full attention to Danny. This was something that Danny really appreciated about Sirius. He was like the uncle that Danny never had (Aunt Alicia's ex-husband didn't count). Despite the irresponsible childlike persona he clearly had within him, albeit hidden by the years of depression he suffered through, he also had a responsible side, which Danny figured was fostered by caring for Harry (it certainly wasn't the prison time).

Distantly, Danny heard Mrs. Black's cries cease and the only things he could hear were mumbled conversation from the hallway and the simmer of water on the stove. He sighed, not really sure how to explain his annoyance. Deciding he should just start talking and see where that got him, Danny took a breath, "It's—"

The door to the kitchen burst open, the twins bounding past him in a blur of red. Danny watched the two in amusement as they immediately made their way to the stove until—

"Harry!"

Before Danny could even turn around, he was tackled from behind and two arms wrapped around his neck. Danny was still trying to reign in his instincts as he was forced to turn around, where he met the shocked face of a girl his age with bushy brown hair. Behind him, he could hear the twins laughing. The girl stared at him for another moment before hastily retracting her arms. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were...well obviously you're not. I'm sorry, you looked just like Harry from behind—"

"And what does that mean, 'Mione?" Fred snickered.

"I meant his hair," she said crossly, glaring at Fred. "It sticks up in the back just like Harry's does. And he's the same height, and—"

"And once again, we've dissolved to the 'he looks similar to Harry for these reasons' conversation," Danny sighed. Looking past the girl, who he assumed by this point to be Hermione, he saw Ginny who was smirking in amusement, and Ron, who surprisingly looked livid. Behind them, Mrs. Weasley and Professor McGonagall were talking in the hallway, the former probably offering the latter to stay for lunch. I hope she does stay, I have a question about the Avifors and Avis spells...

"-this is Danny, not Harry," Ginny was saying as Danny reentered the conversation.

"Well, nice to meet you, Danny," Hermione said, holding out a hand. "I'm Hermione Granger."

Deciding this contact was much preferred to her tackling him, Danny shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, too."

"So, you're Harry's twin brother? They were telling me a little in the hallway..." she continued as the women joined them in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley immediately went to relieve Sirius from tending the food, which both she and Sirius were grateful for, and started getting everything ready to serve. Everyone, including Professor McGonagall, started making their way towards the table. Danny tried to find a seat near the professor, and was not all that surprised when Hermione sat down next to him. Ron, however, looked highly annoyed as he sat on the other side of her.

"Yup, I am," he sighed, finally answering her question.

"You don't sound thrilled about it," she frowned.

"I'm just overwhelmed," Danny admitted as food was placed on the table. "Learning I have a magical British twin brother was a shocker, and then I learned I'm a wizard, and then within the week I'm brought to England to meet said brother, only to arrive and find out that he wouldn't be here for a month. So yeah, I'm not a happy camper."

"That makes sense," Hermione said. "I was really surprised when I found out I was a witch, but I guess I always knew there was something odd about me. Now I know that all the weird stuff that happened to me as a kid was accidental magic, so when I was finally given a reason to why it was happening, things just made a lot of sense. I'm just surprised that you're just learning about magic. Did you ever have that feeling that something was different?"

"Honestly, weird stuff is kind of normal in my family, so if something happened, I just attributed it to my parents' experiments," Danny shrugged, deciding not to bring up his scar; that certainly qualified as different, however he was not ready to share that yet.

"Experiments?"

"My parents are ghost hunters," Danny explained. "They have a lab in the basement of our house and they're always inventing things and such."

"Fascinating," Hermione breathed. She seemed about ready to start another line of conversation, and eager to avoid more questioning about himself, he looked towards Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, I have a question," he asked quickly, just as Hermione opened her mouth.

McGonagall looked towards Danny with a slightly surprised look, while Hermione looked slightly put out. "Yes, Mr. Fenton?"

"I had a question about the Avifors spell," he began, while piling food on his plate. "Avifors is what you use to transfigure an object into a bird, right?" At McGonagall's nod, he continued, "Well, I was reading the textbook, and it mentioned a spell that would be learned later called Avis."

"Yes, that is a sixth year conjuring spell," McGonagall confirmed. "Far above the level you're studying right now, though I am impressed you are already studying the Forma class of spells, that's past the halfway point of first year."

Danny shrugged, "Transfiguration is my favorite subject so far, so I'm going through it faster than I thought." McGonagall, despite her consistently strict complexion, seemed to let out a small smile. "But I had a question about the difference between the two spells. The introduction to the book mentioned the classes of transfiguration spells, which includes conjuring, so that would be Avis, but the Avifors spell is a relatively simple transformation spell. Avifors transforms an object into a bird whereas Avis conjures a bird from nothing. Well, the intro mentioned briefly that conjuring had limitations but it didn't say anything about transformations. So I guess my question is what's the difference between the two spells, other than difficulty?"

McGonagall seemed slightly stunned by the question while Hermione was openly staring at him. Everyone else at the table was already engrossed in their lunch. Quickly regaining her bearings, McGonagall said, "Very good observation, Mr. Fenton, I'm surprised you've put this much thought into your studies already."

"I just think a lot about things when they don't make sense," Danny shrugged.

McGonagall gave him a calculating look before speaking again, "Well, to answer your question, yes, conjuring does have limitations. The most important limitation in this situation is that of time. Anything that is conjured will disappear after time, depending on the strength of the spell. So a bird conjured from Avis will disappear after a time. A transformed bird from Avifors, however, will not disappear over time, as it has a physical basis for the magic to set on."

"So why is the more complicated spell the more useless of the two?" Danny asked. "That doesn't make sense."

"A conjured bird is completely made up from magic, but because of this, it is more pure. Thus, a conjured bird is a more true form of a bird, and everything about it is the same as a real bird, until it disappears," McGonagall began, beginning to butter her bread roll. "The transformed bird, however, is not a pure imitation of a bird as it is composed of a completely unrelated object, such as a goblet or a small wooden box. It merely looks like a real bird, but will never be the real thing."

"So Avifors transforms a copy of a bird that looks like one but isn't really a bird, and Avis creates a true bird, until it disappears," Danny relayed back.

"Essentially," McGonagall nodded. "Very good, Mr. Fenton," she added before starting on her lunch, and entering a conversation with Mrs. Weasley.

"So you're studying Hogwarts subjects?" Hermione asked as Danny as he shoveled a bite of food into his mouth.

Danny nodded, allowing himself time to swallow. "The core subjects, yeah. I've been working for a week."

"And you're already on the Forma chapter?" she asked.

Danny shrugged, taking another bite of food. I'm also halfway through Potions, and Charms, and...

"Well, if you need any help, I'm obviously going to be around, so don't be afraid to ask for help," she continued. "Professors won't always be around to answer questions, and we've already done this material."

"I'll be sure to ask if I need it," Danny said quickly before focusing on his food. Danny almost let out a sigh of relief when Ginny started talking to Hermione, but managed to restrain himself. If only Hermione would talk to him less (She asks so many questions!) and Ron would talk to him more, he imagined he would be getting along with Harry's friends much better. As Danny scooped a bite of food into his mouth, he thought, If I have to deal with this for another month, meeting Harry better be worth it. From what he experienced so far with Harry's friends, somehow, he didn't think it would be.


So, I have a couple notes to share before getting to Danny's wand. First of all, the ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy wand that Danny tries is actually one of the wands Harry tried back in Book 1. Also, the fourteen and a half inches, maple, unicorn, supple is my own personal Pottermore wand. Yay fun facts :)

Second, I have some explanation about the spells Danny was asking about. While the Avis and Avifors spells do exist, McGonagall's explanation was purely speculation on my part. Also, the whole Forma class of spells is of my own creation (to my knowledge), based on the Latin word 'forma' meaning 'form', which is the basis of the spells Draconifors, Avifors, Lapifors, etc., so it made sense to group these spells together into their own spell family which I am classifying as Forma spells.

So, DANNY'S WAND:

I literally put so much thought into this, it's not even funny. I have been thinking about Danny's wand since before Pottermore was released, though Pottermore gave me some fantastic insight into wand cores, woods, etc. Here is the breakdown of Danny's wand's different components:

Length, 11":
This is the most obvious of my reasoning. I chose 11" because that is the length of Harry's wand, and I figured as twins of very similar height, it would make sense. Length is also based on magical core; usually a lack of magical core is expressed in wand length by making it shorter rather than a large core making a wand longer. If this were the case, Harry's wand would more likely have been close to Ron's wand length. His height is accounted for much more than his magical abilities, whereas Dolores Umbridge's wand is extremely short, much shorter than accounted for by her height in my opinion.

Wood, Yew:
Yes, this is the same wood that Voldemort's wand is made of, and can be considered the opposite of Harry's wand for that reason, but that is NOT why I chose it. I compared eight different woods (narrowing the whole list down to those eight), looking for qualities that best represented Danny. Along with yew, aspen and hornbeam made the final three for consideration. Yew stood apart for many reasons. While an unusual wood and occasionally notorious as a wand, it is said to give its wielder the power of life and death. That's not to say that Danny can control death, but I felt this was very in-tune with his half ghost status. Also, though a yew wand is more likely attracted to the Dark Arts, it can equally prove to be in the hands of a fierce protector of others. This definitely suits Danny as he is a protector of Amity Park, while also struggling to deal with his potential evil future. From the Pottermore site, "Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains." Finally, a yew wand never chooses a mediocre or timid owner, and while Danny can be shy at times, he always speaks his mind and always jumps into things. For these reasons, I believe yew was the best choice of wood for Danny's wand.

Core, Dragon Heartstring:
I had actually decided on dragon heartstring before Pottermore was released, but the info there definitely solidified my decision. Dragon wands are capable of the most power, and they are also the most prone to accidents. If you don't think this applies to Danny, I think you need to re-watch a few episodes :) Dragon wands also learn faster than other types, and this also applies to Danny, especially in my story. Even with the doppelgangers' help, he is learning pretty fast. He also learns to harness his ghost abilities relatively fast, highlighted when he learns the Ghostly Wail ten years before he is supposed to. Dragon wands are also the easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, which once again highlights Danny's possible future that he is constantly running away from.

Flexibility, Pliable:
This was difficult only because it's difficult to find explanations behind different wand flexibilities. I finally settled on pliable for the main reason that James's wand was pliable and was excellent for Transfiguration. Apart from Transfiguration being Danny's favorite subject, he is constantly changing from human to ghost to human again (or something in the middle).

WOW, that was a lot of explanation! If you have ANY questions, don't hesitate to ask me in a review! Thank you all so much for reading!

Peace out!
Sadie