Chapter 7 Breathtaking Moments

The questions asked by Mr. Thompson weren't exactly comforting in the minds of Amos and Barty Crouch. They had spent another hour getting Danny's visa approved to study abroad, but mainly it was to get every embarrassing detail regarding the disarming methods. Mr. Thompson had a very hard time believing the story but did indeed get a good laugh after he had heard about the mutant sausages attacking Barty and Diggory from Albus.

He was curious about one of the teens who didn't have magic but had control over plants. As such he had asked Sam to provide a demonstration after he was informed about her talent in plant manipulation. She obliged by doing something similar at the Fenton's abode by making vines appear from a garden outside the window.

He was most definitely going to give this letter of approval to the minister. Sending the letter to Cornelius by fireplace he told them that they were most likely going to have to spend the night. Barty, Arthur and Amos groaned with disappointment they really needed to get back. Mr. Thompson reminded them it was a six to seven hour time difference and most likely everyone will be asleep. Everybody decided to take a rest for the night just to recover. He allowed them to send fast mail to their employers but it would cost extra. Arthur came up short so Albus decided to lend a hand by paying for his and Arthur's letter. He sent one to his family telling them he was alright and that he would see them soon. Dumbledore sent one to the staff at the school, while Barty sent one to Percy and Amos sent his to his family.

Thanking the gentlemen they all headed off to their rooms where they turned in for the night Knowing this would be the last time he would officially see them for a while, he with a heavy heart, hugged his sister, mother, and Sam. He told Sam to give those ghosts a hard time and let him know how it goes. Danny mimicked a quick conversation as Phantom was saying he was going to go off and look around the place where they had arrived at. Nodding in fake approval he asked his duplicate if he would be back soon to which he had agreed. Letting loose a long breath he allowed the duplicate to dissolve into the air. 'Geez that was giving me a headache', he thought to himself. It was surprising that he could hold that duplicate for that period of time. If that was how they were getting back to London, he was most certainly looking forward to that method of travel. He preferred the teleportation in progress. At least in didn't feel like he was suffocating.

Danny couldn't risk anybody listening outside the door while everyone was getting situated into a resting spot. He was afraid one of those wizards would just barge in unannounced. His family and Sam and Tucker were taken back to Amity Park by Arthur and Amos. He didn't erase their memories as he didn't want to risk another outburst from the girl. Getting disarmed again after all that trouble hopefully this all would be worth the cost of the trip. That and her abilities over plants would have been more than enough for him to take. Acknowledging that he was heading off to another country for a year he closed his eyes and drifted off to dreamland.

Downstairs, the group of wizards were setting up some agreements that a wizard from the American Ministry to be stationed in Amity Park in case certain attacks got out of hand for mundane individuals.

The letter he sent went to his family informing them that he was alright and that Bill would need to visit the leaky cauldron in the afternoon tomorrow to assist a staff member in picking up a new student for the school year. Dumbledore informed McGonagol to send a staff member or herself to the Leaky Cauldron to meet up with Bill so as to not completely scare the newcomer that he had been abandoned. Once that played out everyone turned in for the night.

Burrow: Six to seven hour time difference.

Molly Weasley was anxiously awaiting to hear from Arthur. She hadn't really heard from him since he had left with Albus, Barty and Amos to that trip in America. Having to wait for three days nearly is almost nerve wracking to say the least and it was driving her insane. The hand on the Weasley family clock showed Arthur's picture at traveling. The concept of apparition allowed someone within the country to apparate within its boundaries. International traveling required a portkey in order to legally travel. She still felt uneasy as earlier in the day while she was at home the hand pointed towards Mortal Peril almost making her go into hysterics. Knowing that it would only be a matter of time before she snapped, she sat down at the table preparing to write a letter to the Minister in order to confirm if Arthur was alright or not. She got a piece of parchment, quill, and ink down and almost started writing till the fireplace started flickering up spitting out a letter addressed to her. Ecstatic that she was about to get some news she rushed over next to the fireplace. Normally she wouldn't be surprised if mail came by owl and it was very rarely that they even got a letter from the fireplace. Wizards never really use that method as the price in wizarding money is high enough that you would need to pay up one galleon apiece in order to send one letter by that route. Albus must have done so in order to help Arthur communicate with them.

Opening the letter with excitement on seeing the letter was indeed from Arthur she became confused over the contents of the letter. Indeed it as to inform her that he was alright and that he had something for Bill to do next time she saw him. She was happy enough but she definitely needed some rest, it was nearly three o clock in the morning and the kids would be waking up soon enough. She went to go sleep on the couch and get in a few hours before everyone else got up. It had been a rough week for everyone and she was hoping everything turned out okay. She would show the letter to Bill when he got up. He himself had been anxious on news regarding his father. Placing her head on the pillow she fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning, everyone had gotten up for breakfast but more importantly for any news on their father's whereabouts. Fred, George, Ginny, Ronald, Bill, and Charlie were surprised to find their mother asleep on the couch. "Mom are you alright?" Charlie asked with a shocked expression on his face. He had enough experience to know whenever someone was getting very little sleep. There were practically bags under her eyes. Slowly but surely she started to stir. It took a lot of effort for her to get out of the bed but she managed it.

"Oohh, how what time is it?"

"Whoa there easy mom you got enough to work with. Are you alright?"

"I… I don't really know Charlie, I just got a letter last night and…." She trailed off suddenly remembering as her face lit up. All of her children currently present waited in suspense as if something must have happened, their suspicions were confirmed once they saw the smile on her face. "Your father's coming home today." There were cheers and applause everywhere.

"Wait you mean Mr. Weasley's coming home today? When does he get here?" Harry asked as he came down the stairs from his loft in the Weasley Burrow. Hermione jotted behind him as she wanted to hear if he was alright or not. A lot of things can go horribly wrong when traveling.

"Mrs. Weasley where has he been, if you don't mind me asking." Harry inquired. He was curious as to where the head of the Weasley household would be getting back.

She scanned the rest of the letter as part of the smile turned into a look of confusion. "It seems that he would be getting back later this afternoon. Something about a six to seven hour time difference between here and someplace called Illinois."

Hermione looked puzzled. "Illinois? Mrs. Weasley that's all the way in the states. Its thousands of miles west of here. Why would…" She trailed off. "Of course." They all looked at here as if she knew something that they didn't. "Mrs. Weasley did he go and see if that ghost was really from there." Everybody looked at her as if she had just grown a second head. "Oh come on I'm talking about that person who appeared at the World Cup remember the one who apparated out of the stadium and extinguished those flames at the campsite.

Everybody was befuddled at the response. There was no way. Mrs. Weasley scanned the letter again. "Actually you're right Hermione. He along with Amos, Barty, and Albus went to someplace called Amity Park and managed to convince him to come to the school this year." She paused. Everyone was surprised. Something that brought three ministry officials and one of the most powerful wizards overseas just to try and hire extra protection. "But there is more. Bill." She addressed him. "They will be bringing another person with them as a transfer student. Like you Hermione, he's muggleborn." This threw everyone for a loop. "Someone by the name of Daniel Fenton. Apparently he wants you and a staff member from the school to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron this afternoon."

Bill was silent for a moment, then asked "A transfer student, this year. During the time when…" he stopped almost blurting out the fact of the Triwizard Tournament occurring this year. "Just why would he be coming here? Why not a school in America?"

"Well, the schools as far as I am aware of have already started and according to the letter, the place Amity Park was confusing their Ministry's underage magic tracers. It so turns out that the spirits that dwell there actually throw off the sensors so much they missed it for a good while." Hermione found this very confusing and to top it off, irritating. How is it possible that the ministry missed that, the magical community could have been easily exposed! "The kid is actually fifteen." 'FIFTEEN'? she screamed in her mind. How long have these people been turning a blind eye to this if the kid was magical to begin with. There is literally no excuse for that no matter what people say.

"Um Mom, what does it say about the guy?" Bill inquired about the fact that a kid from America was coming to Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. The teachers visiting it would find it unfair unless the Ministry put in some kind of restriction that prevented him from participating.

"You talking about Fenton or Phantom?" She asked. "Both of them are coming."

"Both, I know you said he was a ghost but how old was he when he died?"

"All he said he was fourteen when he died and cause of death was extremely high electrocution, if Arthur wrote this correctly it was enough to power half a muggle hospital and their electrical tools." Both Harry and Hermione grimaced while the rest of the Weasleys were curious on their new reactions.

Hermione turned to her. "Mrs. Weasley there aren't that many single electrical appliances that can use that much power. Best I can probably think of is an emergency electrical generator. But even so it couldn't have given him that kind of power just from death."

"Hermione dear, your guess is as good as my own. Guess you'll have to ask him when he comes to Hogwarts this year. Now who is up for some breakfast?" The majority of the Weasley children all raised their hands while Bill and Charlie decided to get some things ready. Percy the ever busy bookworm, was hard at work getting ready for Mr. Crouch's return, no doubt he would have a mountain load of paperwork once the elder wizards returned.

Harry sat back in his chair contemplating everything that the letter from Mr. Weasley had said. They were going to be having a new student join this year. Combining that with whatever Bill and Charlie have been talking about, he was sure that this was going to be a very tough year.

"Oh mom, when I go to meet this person at the Leaky Cauldron, how will I know what he looks like?" Bill asked her. He most certainly did not want to go looking for the wrong person. Hopefully they would be noticeable and stick out. She scanned the letter again looking for anything that would be useful. She found it near the bottom. "According to the letter, He says the kid, Danny looks like you Harry" This caught the famous boy who lived off guard. Someone who looks just like him. " but with longer hair in the front, icy blue eyes, and no glasses."

"Blimey, I wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook the kid for Harry mum." Bill said complimenting on the description.

"What's this guy trying to do? Steal Harry's spotlight." Ronald replied scoffing at the image. Hermione scowled at her red haired friend.

"Honestly Ronald, haven't you been listening or have you gone deaf? The kid hasn't been in contact with the wizarding world till now, use your head for once. You know sometimes I wonder if you're even eligible to qualify as a fourteen year old." Making Ron's face blush almost as red as his hair.

"Fred, George, do not try any pranks on this kid, I don't want to have my family be remembered as the ones who traumatized the first transfer student that Hogwarts had in years. Otherwise I will have to take away your summer savings." She snapped at them. The twins paled. She didn't know that they had gambled at the Quidditch World cup and not get anything back from Mr. Bagman. Molly would have hit the roof of their home. Not the ceiling roof but the actual roof on top of the house. (There are few more stories above the kitchen.)

Mrs. Weasley sighed and got to work, she was going to head on over to Diagon Alley today to purchase the children's school supplies. Harry was going with her to get some money from his vault. Not just for his school supplies but also to help pay for some of his friends. The new student was going to be at London that afternoon, but there was a very small chance that they would run into each other on their visits to Diagon alley.

"Harry, mate what's on your mind?" Ron was curious as to why his friend was acting this way. He shouldn't have looked so depressed.

"Ron, its just that we have already worked hard to make sure that Voldemort does not return to power and this latest incident at the World Cup, its just scary, not to mention someone stole my wand and used it to make the Dark Mark appear."

"You have to admit Ron, it is a bit scary." the third eldest brother Percy admitted. He had started reading that morning's version of the Daily Prophet. In it was the headline 'MINISTRY UNDER FIRE FOR RIOT AT QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP' In this article it was still talking of the appearance of the dark mark and the extinguishing of the flames by the newly sighted spirit. 'DEATHS FROM ATTACK STILL NOT CONFIRMED' . In it the ministry still was hounded for rumors of dead people in the woods and nobody had been able to prove the theory of bodies unless they wanted to start a mob and create new ones.

"That mark was not seen for at least thirteen years. All this panic is proving that people are going to be taking precautions." 'and I think that Dumbledore bringing the person seen at the world cup to the school is actually a good idea. I really do believe that people need to keep an eye on him.' "I should know people had been sending howler after howler complaining on the lack of security the ministry provided at the World cup. Dark Wizards coming in, unauthorized spirits wondering about in the stadium. Some people are even saying that the spirit that got rid of the Dark mark was one of the victims from the riot." Harry and Ron could both tell that Percy was severely irritated by the amount of complaints he was getting. Not only were they for the Ministry but because of Arthur Weasley and Mr. Crouch MIA at the time, he had to take quite the number of complaints for both men as well as his own. He couldn't say that spirit wasn't one killed in the assault as the people would need more evidence to show that there was no foul play against that person.

Percy got his letter from Mr. Crouch earlier that morning as well. It said pretty much the same thing except that he was going to be making sure that there were certain laws laid down so as to not frighten students. Gathering up his papers Barty assigned for him, the Weasley brother got ready to head off to work.

Harry was busy thinking over that dream he had at the Dursley's over the summer. The part where he saw Voldemort, Peter Petigrew, and the third man, who was he and what kind of plan were they making? Who was Bertha Jolkins? It had to have occurred recently as Peter hadn't revealed himself from the shadows in at least a decade.

Danny woke up the next morning quite early. It wasn't really because he was an early riser, but because of the fact that he never really got much sleep due to the ghosts that plagued his town. Those months had pretty much turned him into a light sleeper. He took a look around to make sure that no one was nearby he quickly changed and made a duplicate to be on the safe side. Willing the duplicate to become invisible, he made his way out the door into the lobby of the building. Hearing voices over at the main desk, he took a peek to see who it was. Barty Crouch was speaking with the man at the front desk to make sure that everyone would be getting back to England on time especially him.

He was slightly confused. Why would Mr. Crouch be so focused on getting back in such a hurry? The term didn't start until the next week. Sure school supplies but it was probably office duty or whatever it was. Law enforcement. That's what it was.

"Anxious to get to England are we?" caught by surprise, Danny turned around almost completely facing Professor Dumbledore wearing some colored robes.

"I'm a light sleeper nowadays. Shouldn't be something to be surprised about you know. By the way I couldn't help but wonder why does the guy feel superior to most people?"

"You see young Daniel, wizards and witches tend to keep our existence a secret. I assume you remember the salem witch trials". Danny slightly smiled having been there himself with his friends and vlad with that fiasco involving the infimap. Catching Dumbledore's eye he added "who in America doesn't know about that? Its practically a bloody part of the nation's history."

Dumbledore nodded "the majority of people don't exactly enjoy others using their magical gifts."

"you mean don't like their abilities to be used against them by causing harm." He saw Dumbledore raise an eyebrow. Quickly adding. "the life lesson is taught pretty much everywhere, though not everyone shares that belief."

"Regrettably true I have to admit. Even wizards don't like to follow it all the time." "So they face prison as well?" Dumbledore looked at him. "Indeed and if a student had a minor rule break, they risk expulsion from the school depending how severe the action was. Something similar almost happened two years ago around this time. Two of my students flew an old fashioned car provided by the ministry to the school from England all the way to the school."

That got Danny's attention. Flying car? He snorted. "Not the first time its happened".

"WHAT? YOU MEAN IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE?" They turned to see Barty Crouch red faced and furious. "Some people are still trying to sleep." Hinting to the other two wizards who haven't joined them yet. "Did it ever occur to you that there are others who are physically powerful enough to lift a car to fly on its own. Whether by" he did the signs of two fingers on each hand as he emphasized the words "magical or nonmagical means?"

He looked at their stunned expressions and facepalmed. "Okay seriously have you wizards even been to Amity Park, the impossible can become possible there."

All the more reason that they were getting someone to post watch in the town. Though it may not be much good if the only wizard was not present.

"Anyway, you guys feeling better after that little fiasco the other day? You all pretty much have your own wands back."

"You're right Mr. Fenton, and I intend to follow through on my promise here." 'I just hope it pays off.' Dumbledore thought to himself. It was enough trouble to try and track down the person who handled the riot at the world cup. He never wanted something to be more trouble than it was worth. The triwizard tournament was going to be held at his school this year and he was going to need all the security he could gather even if it meant asking for help from a foreign country.

Once everyone had some breakfast, Danny went to go get his things and 'call phantom'. Everyone was going to be taking four different portkeys back. Dumbledore to Hogwarts, Arthur to his house so as to advise his bill on what to expect, Barty needed to make some adjustments and inform his secretary of his return. Amos while wanting to get back home to his son, needed to provide transportation to the Leaky Cauldron in London. The portkey sensation was still the same when he experienced it the first time. A sudden suction on his stomach. It definitely was not his favorite method of travel, now he really wanted to practice teleportation more than ever. This time he almost lost complete focus towards his duplicate. That would have been a real disaster, he didn't want to think of what would happen should it fail in front of all these eyes.

The three of them arrived in the leaky cauldron just a little after one ten London time. It was after lunch there considering the time change. There had been quite a scene once they had entered. What was once a joyful and rambunctious bar soon became eerily quiet. People all over the place were gasping or choking on their late lunch as they had spotted a glowing figure in the middle of the bar. Danny and his duplicate felt a little bit uneasy at the sight of having all these people just stare at you because of how you look. (Yeah they had a little trouble getting over seeing a young teen with white hair and acid green eyes). Amos heard quite a few whispers around the taven. "Dear, who is that?" or Blimey there's something you don't see every day." Some people were actually starting to pull out their wands.

Mr. Diggory made his way to the bartender asking if these two people would be allowed to spend a few nights there. Apparently there was going to be some new people attending Hogwarts that semester. Tom knew about the event but wasn't sure why this person was here. Was this a new wizard? If so then who was his friend? "Mr. Diggory, I may have one room available but don't you think it's a little bit early in the day to be turning in?" he half joked.

"Tom, this young man is going to be attending the school as a transfer student for one year. The same goes for his friend. I have to get back to work though one of the staff from the school and another weasley should be arriving hear within the next hour or so. Just so as he could get the supplies needed."

Danny was uncomfortable to say the least. He didn't enjoy being the center of attention like this. Sure in being popular at school for a while was fine with him but this almost felt a little bit too much.

The bartender Tom, nodded. "I'll be sure to direct them to the kid. He motioned to Danny, who felt his left eye twitch at the remark. 'Kid'? Sure he was still a teenager, but kid he felt like he was treated as a twelve year old maybe younger. The two made their way to the room given to them by the bartender, having many pairs of eyes following the pair as Danny lifted up his huge duffle bag. He really needed to buff up when going to that school, hopefully they will allow him to work out.

Once he set his things in the room, he reabsorbed the duplicate and decided to get a situated a little bit. If those people were going to be here later this afternoon. He shook his head in mild confusion. This was seriously going to mess up his body clock with the time difference and all. Some training would need to carefully be done without these people peeking in on him. However the issue with the instructors came first he was going to need to get a better understanding for her surroundings and looked out the window. Outside he saw mainly the streets of what looked like a downtown area of London. Simply put, he was going to need to watch his steps with these wizards.

Professor McGonagall the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts was busy getting ready for the new arrival of first years herself when a letter appeared out of the fireplace. She summoned the letter to her desk with a wave of her wand and read the contents it contained from the headmaster himself. Her eyes widened as wide as saucers as she neared the end. "MERLIN'S BEARD, ALBUS PERCIVAL WILFREC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE". Couldn't this have happened earler? They were already hard pressed to get ready for the Triwizard tournament and he pulls a stunt like this at this point in time? She most certainly did not want to have to deal with another Lockheart. Hitting her head on the desk a few times she finally stopped to wave a wand and summon a bottle of butterbeer. Pouring herself a glass she came to a stopping point after a few more hours and decided to get some sleep. She was going to need it tomorrow afternoon once she headed out.

The deputy headmistress arrived at the tavern an hour or so after Danny had arrived to find Bill Weasley already there. "Professor McGonagall, Its good to see you after all these years.

"Good afternoon Mr. Weasley. I take it that your family is doing well?" Bill nodded. "They are holding up a little shaken considering what they have just went through in the last week."

"Its on everyone's minds right now and I don't think that the rumors of a stray spirit wondering about is going to be helping either. I am having a hard enough time trying to wrap my head around the headmaster's latest actions."

Bill gave her a look of pity. "I'm so sorry professor. I understand how you feel somewhat. I was just told early this morning that I was going to have to meet up with you present. Even a foreigner would feel severely out of place in this area. I just hope that the newcomer doesn't act too hostile." Minerva was thinking the same thing.

Danny woke up from his sleep to hear a knocking on the door. 'So much for some extra needed sleep.' He quickly shifted to his ghost form and created a duplicate. Thinking fast he willed it invisible. Hopefully he wouldn't need to keep this one up as long he was most certainly not hoping for an all day duplicate maintenance.

Walking outside to see the barman tom, he was told to head downstairs where he saw the two people he was supposed to meet that day. An Elderly woman in a green gown and another person with red hair, most likely Arthurs son.

Bill himself was a little surprised at the appearance of the kid. His dad's description of him was highly accurate. Untidy black hair, blue eyes instead of green and no glasses. He was also surprised that this kid had a bit of muscle on him in contrast to Harry who lacked that.

"Daniel Fenton?" Bill Weasley asked him.

He gave a sigh in exasperation. How many times would people be calling him by his birth name? Only certain people he knew and trusted would be allowed to call him that like Clockwork. "Yes, I take it that you must be one of Arthur Weasley's sons?"

Bill smiled and nodded. "Bill Weasley, Nice to meet you Mr. Fenton." "I also take it that your one of the staff members that was supposed to come as well."

Minerva twitched at the lack of greeting but she collected herself almost immediately. "Professor Minerva McGonagall. Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as well as the professor for Transfiguration."

Danny whistled. "Quite the titles you got there mam."

The eldest Weasley brother snickered at the exchange of words, he was starting to enjoy this.

McGonagall was not one to take jokes or insults lightly, but Albus said that this boy was going to be learning at the school for one year. She really hoped this wasn't the way he usually acted towards people otherwise she would have a hard time with him in her house.

She informed him that they were going to be stopping at the bank first before they went to get any supplies. She was thankful to have brought the list of subjects that the headmaster had advised for him. Considering what he needed in the school he was previously in as math was a requirement. Minerva let out a long sigh. In her mind she knew that this was going to be a long day. Then she remembered something.

"Mr. Fenton, I believe that the headmaster said that you would be bringing a friend with you to the school but I have yet to meet him." She muttered something that Bill didn't quite catch but Danny heard every word of it with his heighted hearing. "I hope he's not another Lockheart."

"Then I don't believe that you will have to wait long, and while you're at it could you tell me who or what Lockheart is?" a deep voice spoke up from behind her. She whipped herself around till she found herself face to face with another boy about teenage years. This one had a white glow around him and white hair green eyes that reminded her of the dragon people saw at the world cup. So this was the ghost that Dumbledore wrote to her about. "Lockheart was a fake professor who only exaggerated about himself and his accomplishments just to achieve fame." The duplicate shook his head.

"Professor, I do things because I feel like I have to. Fame on the other hand. I do not care for fame. In my eyes, trying to achieve fame just for fame usually leads to disaster. The true reasons that people learn why that person did them are what make them famous."

Minerva and Bill Weasley nodded. "Fair point." Wish a lot of other students at the school understood that. "Are you coming with us to get his school supplies? Mr. Phantom?" All of a sudden he felt extremely alarmed so he thought of something fast as he didn't want to try to maintain the duplicate this long, he wouldn't be able to handle the strain.

He made the duplicate shake his head. "I'm sorry. I can't this time. I already got mixed reactions as he and I came into here. If I went with you and him through magical streets, it would attract a whole lot of unwanted attention. You probably wouldn't finish until night time here."

Professor McGonagall understood all too well. Fame tended to do that and fame for his actions at the world cup would only delay them. "If you're not coming with us what are you going to do?"

The duplicate smiled at her. "Just going to take a flight around London, who knows, maybe I can see Big Ben."

McGonagall gulped in surprise. "That old clock tower? People will see you!"

At this he chuckled. "Only if I let them. Remember?" He shifted to invisibility and back again earing gasps from the patrons in the pub.

Bill gulped. "That's scary its almost as if you were death himself. Only revealing himself to others when he wishes it."

Danny smiled at the elder Bill's reaction. "Take care alright?" the duplicate held out for his hand to shake." Danny knew that they were used to different types of ghosts which he was going to need speak to later when he got to their school. But right now he decided to humor them and himself. Bill took his hand expecting it to go right through but to his surprise and Professor McGonagall's, he grasped it like an everyday person did. It was kind of frightening to him as the touch was almost cold like you would find in a freezer but not icy cold water. The duplicate shook the hand and then activated his intangibility and flew right through the eldest Weasley brother earning a gasp from Minerva. "Merlin," she whispered as the duplicate flew through the roof. Having the duplicate shift back to invisibility he reabsorbed it without the two of them knowing or seeing the duplicate disappear. Tom thought he saw a green outline briefly surround the figure but dismissed the sighting as nothing.

They made their way to Gringotts wizard bank where they were going to get money for the school books and supplies. Bill Weasley had spoken to some of the goblin tellers that there was going to be a new transfer student at the school that year. There were complaints that Dumbledore was trying to hire more people to have a better chance at winning but they were informed that he was below age and wasn't going to compete.

Making their way to the front desk the professor noticed that the kid was drawing a lot of looks from the goblins. One of them beckoned the Weasley employee behind the desk.

"Bill Weasley, who is that that Professor McGonnagal brought here?" Griphook asked looking at Danny. He had seen many frightening things in this world and the Ghost Zone. Pariah, Fright Knight, Vlad, even his evil future. This goblin didn't even come close to those people so he didn't even flinch at the stares he was getting he just waltzed right on in almost completely fearless.

The Weasley brother coughed into his fist. "This is Daniel Fenton, a muggleborn from the United States, he's going to be attending the school for a year. The schools in America have already started. As such they are coming here to retrieve some funds from the school vault so as to get supplies."

The goblin took another look at Danny "He's muggleborn?" he whispered. Bill nodded. "Something about him doesn't feel right. He's not like the rest of the muggleborns. The rest of us can sense it."

The red headed Weasley blinked in surprise, "That doesn't exactly make sense the only abnormal thing they told me about his town was that it was populated by abnormal poltergiests." "Even still, it shouldn't make us go on high alert like that. I'll take your word for it this time but have the school staff keep an eye on him."

Danny was confused when they walked out of Gringotts. He saw British pounds when he and his family stopped at the airport. He expected them to be using British currency. What he wasn't expecting was gold silver and bronze colored coins. So much for paper money he was going to need to get used to using magical currency. Bill Weasley explained the currency system to him. There were gold galleons, silver sickles, and bronze knuts. 17 sickles to a galleon and 29 knuts to a sickle. That's how Bill explained it. Danny inwardly groaned great more math. Well guess he needed it after all in case he needed to buy something from the place. He wished he could take one galleon home just one looked like pure gold and could fetch quite a price.

The first place that they stopped at was Madame Malkins Robe shop to get fitted for the school uniforms. Mentally he sighed at least he wasn't going to be getting a kilt. Tucker would definitely love to hear about that. The next place they went to was the Apothecary. He cringed a bit at the sight Sam would have a fit if she had to come into this place. Getting the telescope and quills and parchment wasn't much of a hassle. There was a gleam in his eyes that showed what she guessed was pride. Guess that this kid had a passion for astronomy.

They were running a little short on time before the shops closed for the day so she left him at Ollivanders so he could get his wand. "Mr. Fenton, Mr. Ollivander will help you pick out a wand for the term." 'Hopefully this will not take too terribly long.

Professor went to go get him the school books needed. If he was going to try to catch up with five years of school work, then he was going to have quite the load on him. Even Hermione Granger, she could probably hear her now complaining about this amount of a workload for one student. She actually pitied the new student somewhat. She could already see it his face practically gawking at the strain he was going to have to endure.

Danny strode into the wand shop. The place was dimly lit with only one light bulb to the light the entire shop. 'Whoa, how can anyone even read in here? I'd have to use my ghost eyes just to see in this place!' almost a minute passed before an elderly man came out to the front desk. "Can I help you". The man asked.

"I, I'm here fo, for a wand." He stuttered to the elder individual. He felt a little silly being in here, but that was probably expected as the man started to smile.

"A little old for a first year?" the man joked. Danny sighed in resignation. This was going to be a pain. "Transfer student." He said. The man looked confused. "You don't have a wand of your own?" "No this would be my first one." He smiled sheepishly.

"Oh you must be Daniel Fenton. I am Ollivander the wand maker. Yes Dumbledore told me that you would be coming today. Though this is surprisingly last minute stuff, I don't mind loaning a bit of help for a first timer. Would you stretch out your wand arm?" Danny looked puzzled. "The arm you usually write with my dear boy." He laughed at the lad in the shop. "Oh right arm sorry."

Ollivander took a bit of measuring tape and analyzed the width as well as the length of his arm. After some careful calculations, he went into the back and brought with him a box which held a wand. "No two wands are ever the same Mr. Fenton, and the wand usually chooses the wizard. Don't be surprised if the first one isn't a match though. Beech and Unicorn hair, eight inches."

Inwardly he felt embarrassed. "Unicorn hair? Tucker would never let him live this down if he found out what his wand contained.' He gave the stick a wave like he did back at his house with Dumbledore's wand. The result wasn't what he expected. He managed to get Ollivander to grow a beard stretching all the way to his chest. Bringing a giggle from his throat and letting the wandmaker get a chuckle himself. "Not a match, unfortunately, nothing to worry about though." He went back and got another wand. "Hickory, Phoenix tail feather, nine inches." Another wave later and soon the back of the shop floor behind Ollivander had sprouted vicious flames urging Ollivander to put it out with a bit of water from his wand. 'Definitely not'. He murmured shaking his head. Another wand later. "Yew, Dragon Heartstring, seven and a half inches." This one had a more frightening result. A large crack started to appear in the roof of the shop earning a cry of alarm from the elder man. Quickly murmuring some words, he sealed off the crack. "May I check again? Please?" Danny obligued nervously hopefully they won't inquire about his sheer amount of power.

Professor McGonagall came back after a while to find Danny going through wands but she could see he was practically tearing up the shop.

Many more wands later, some including the usual unicorn hair or tail feather or heartstring, there was even one called a thestral. There was still no match for Danny and the damage kept on climbing. From the ripping cushions, broken desk Ollivander was resting on to the shattering of the shop windows earning cries of alarm from many passerbys, to the ministry officials who stopped by if there was anything wrong.

He just shook his head in disbelief. This could not be possible. True that some people had gone through many wands before finding the right one but Daniel Fenton had already gone through at least half the wands he currently had inside his shop. Just how powerful was he? "I concede defeat young man."

Danny most certainly did not expect this. His face contorted to a look of confusion. "Well I still need to find a wand in order to attend the school here don't I?"

Mr. Ollivander nodded in acknowledgement. "Indeed though the majority of beginners channel magic through wands into more concentrated forms, you seem to release a rather larger amount for even the two most powerful wands I currently have here. Ten inches dragon heartstring, ironwood and ten and a half inches phoenix tail feather, purple heart wood. It seems that I would need to customize a wand to suit you."

"How so Mr. Ollivander sir? If you don't mind me asking?"

The wand maker gave him a stern look as he turned his back facing the half ghost hybrid. "I am going to need to require a few bodily samples from you to try and create a wand that might work if not you may need to come back. Hopefully I can have something by then."

That was completely unexpected. Danny himself was a little pale if not possible. But these people didn't use much technical equipment so hopefully they wouldn't find out. "Wh.. Wh.. What do you need?" he asked hesistant and frightened of the answer.

"A little bit of blood, some strands of your hair would do."

The boy's complexion paled. "You require blood?"

"Not too much if that is okay." He replied holding out a small blade and a miniature dish that looked half the size in depth of a butter container one would see from McDonalds. If that was all and they didn't find out, then he would be fine. Hopefully there would be no side effects to it. Danny reluctantly obliged. The wand maker cut his finger for some blood and squeezed until the blood filled the little glass. He tweezed a few strands of Danny's hair and set the samples down.

"Considering how close it is to the start of the term, I should be able to visit Hogwarts this coming Monday afternoon to deliver your wand. Hopefully there will be a match then."

Danny nodded and walked out what remained of the front door. Professor McGonagall looked a little ticked off that he had brought the well-known wandmaker's shop to near ruin.

"Please tell me that you got a wand already Mr. Fenton." He relayed the wandmaker's message to her. She was practically becoming red in the face. Even with his heightened hearing, he could hear her saying. "I am beginning to regret even coming on this errand." She led him to an emporium to get a familiar. Hopefully he wouldn't take to terribly long it was getting late in the afternoon.

The hybrid browsed the aisles for something that caught his eyes. He wasn't really interested in cats and the whole thing taste for toads really turned him off. The professor informed him that the owls were used by students for delivering mail. He thought for a moment about what the professor had told him. Sam may or may not have liked that as she tended to be an animal rights activist. If he needed to send something to his parents and friends in private, they couldn't exactly check as he wasn't using the school owls. That would only increase the likely hood of his secret being blown. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to find something that would carry certain luggage picked out a male Northern Hawk Owl. The lady at the front desk told him that those owls while the male was smaller it tended to make a long trill unlike the female. He decided to get it. He would need to figure out a good name for him later. They made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron where she gave him the leftover purse. Inside he saw a few sickles and a bunch of knuts. A bit disappointed but hopefully nothing he couldn't fix without earning some.

It was the evening when Minerva escorted him back to the Leaky Cauldron to get something to eat. "Excuse me, Professor", she looked at him. "Thank you." He smiled she gave a slim smile back.

(A/N: I like to give credit to Aki-sama author of Phasmatis Cruor for giving me this idea. While this isn't the actual thing to show yet it is the basis of the plan. I am sorry that this is overdue but I hope everyone will enjoy it. Read and review and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. Oh and Zii-Raevyn, your idea will be shown in the next chapter.)