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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom


The Phantom Wizard

By relocated author

Chapter 6: The Dream

Life went on normally, or as normally as it could for a pre-teen half-ghost hero with creative parents.

Danny wondered if he should accepted the invitation to that school, but he decided that it would be better to stay in Amity Park, his home, than go to some random place (a castle, he visualized) in Scotland.

He enjoyed the bright summer days with Tucker and Sam, and fought ghosts as Danny Phantom. When the sun went down, he would stare up at the sky and watch the stars shine and moon glow. If ghosts were attacking, or he just felt like it, he would transform into Phantom, and fly. The cool air whipping his white hair and brushing his cheeks always felt relaxing.

Eventually the golden days ended, and Danny started attending Amity Park Middle School. The once green leaves turned into shades of red, gold, and brown, and fell off the trees.

Tonight, no ghosts had attacked, so he had finished off his homework. Turning away from his bedroom window, Danny turned the light out, got into bed, pulled the covers over his body, and went to sleep.


Sitting underneath a shady tree on a green carpet of grass next to a boy and girl…Tucker and Sam? The wind blew, and sunlight filtered through the leaves and briefly illuminated the boy and girl. No, the girl had bushy brown hair and Tucker didn't have red hair. The two were silently laughing, their eyes crinkled in happiness. Danny felt happy too, for reasons unknown to him.

The girl, still laughing merrily, picked up a hand mirror that had been lying beside her, and held it up to Danny's face. His pale face, dark untidy hair, and green eyes filled with mirth stared back at him. Wait, GREEN eyes? His eyes were BLUE. Was he in ghost form? No, his hair was its normal black color, and he wasn't feeling angry at that moment. Danny couldn't control his hand as it went up and placed something on his face – glasses?

Suddenly, the tranquil sky darkened as gray clouds came to rest over the sun. He vaguely made out the other's expressions as surprise. The trio got up as one and began to move towards a giant, beautiful castle in the distance. A scream caused them to turn around, and they saw a tall, cloaked figure standing over a red-haired girl's twitching body. The figure raised a stick (it looked like a wand…), and bright green light shot out and hit the girl. Her face was frozen, tears dripping off it, and her body twitched no more, for she was quite dead.

The figure let out a high, cold laugh and turned to face the trio. A gust of wind blew the figure's hood down, and revealed a deathly pale bald head without a nose. Its eyes flashed an eerie blood-red, and lightning flashed. Rain started to fall.

He felt something hit his face, hard, and the glasses flew off his face and landed at the brown-haired girl's feet. He turned his head, and saw blurrily that it was the red-haired boy who had punched him. Instead of the friendly face he had seen when the sun was shining, the boy's face was now contorted with anger. The red hair, now wet from the water droplets, hung around his face, and, combined with the boy's facial expression, gave him a demonic look.

He heard a crunch of glass, and turned his head. The girl's face was now also unfriendly, with a hint of sadness. His cheek burned from where the girl's palm had made contact with his cheek. He watched tears (were they tears or water droplets?), run down her cheeks. He moved his body, and saw the tree that had been standing healthily, start to hunch over, and its leaves blackening and falling to the now brown grass.

Fog started to surround them. The boy and girl, eyes still glaring at him, stepped back and were soon eaten by the mist. He felt alone, so alone. The bald figure materialized in front of him. In its right hand, it clutched the hand mirror that had been shown to him by the brown-haired girl. It held the mirror to his face, and once again he saw his face. His hair now drooped from the rain, and his eyes, instead of sparkling with happiness, were now filled with darkness and loss of innocence.

The figure gave a twisted smile, and pulled the hand mirror away. Instead of the mirror changing to reflect whatever from its new position, his face stayed on the supposedly reflective surface. It was rather like a portrait with a cloudy, gray background.

It held the hand mirror above its bald head. The figure's smile became even more twisted, sadistic even. The spider-like fingers with yellow, clawed fingernails, now revealed by the cloak's sleeves being pulled back, dropped the hand mirror.

It seemed to take forever for the mirror to fall. It turned gracefully while it fell, a contrast to the horrifying scene, defying gravity and air resistance. The mirror hit the ground and shattered into sharp, glittering pieces. As the shards spun through the air, he felt like something was burning on his forehead.

The burning hurt so much, like his head was being split in half. He fell over gasping, while the figure's laugh made shivers run up his spine. Coldness surrounded him, and he felt like he was losing…something…

He saw a the end of a stick-wand in his vision, and it began to glow green, the same green light which had seemingly killed the red-haired girl. He began to hear a woman screaming…words that sounded vaguely like "take me instead" and "not Harry"…

The pain on his forehead intensified, and he had barely any energy. He was now screaming with the woman, and the green light moved in slow motion.

Everything went dark, and he was falling…falling…


Danny shot up in bed, throat sore from screaming. His black hair was plastered to his forehead from sweat, and his sheets were tangled around his legs. He felt water leaking from out of his eyes.

He sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily with his heart beating rapidly. When he had calmed down, he got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom across the hall.

He stared at his reflection. His eyes were puffy from crying, and he was very pale. Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, he quickly kneeled over the toilet and hurled his dinner.

Luckily, his parents and sister had not woken up. Jack was a very heavy sleeper, and probably would not wake up even if his bed was on fire. His snores caused Maddie to wear earplugs. Jazz also wore earplugs because her room was next to the master bedroom.

Danny flushed the mess and washed his face over the sink. After he was done, he walked back to his room and climbed into his bed, and tried to go back to sleep. Danny found that he couldn't, the dream – no, nightmare – was still vivid in his mind. Instead he stared up at his ceiling, where Jack had placed glow-in-the-dark stars when he was younger.

Danny tried to stop thinking about the nightmare, but his mind kept drifting back to it. Who were the boy and girl? The monstrous man? The dead girl?

That voice he had heard…he was pretty sure that it had said "Harry". Once again, he wondered who this "Harry" was.

He would have continued to think about it, but he heard a sound at the window. He sat up, and saw that his window was now covered by a shadow. Someone was trying to get in. The window opened, and a figure that looked like it was sitting on a broom, flew in. It landed on gracefully on the floor.

Hot adrenaline pumped through Danny's veins. He quickly rolled out of bed and bolted to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, Danny saw the bedroom intruder raise a stick-wand. Danny's door slammed shut, and he heard it lock. He slammed into the door, and frantically tried to unlock the door, but it was no use – the door was stuck. Danny's heart beat faster – he was trapped with someone who could cast magic.

Danny felt himself starting to shake as heard the bedroom intruder's footsteps behind him. Turning around slowly, Danny faced the intruder.

He quickly concluded that the bedroom intruder was a tall man, but Danny could not see his face, as it was covered by the man's hood. He was not a ghost, because his ghost sense would have gone off, and the man could have just phased through the wall instead of unlocking the window.

While Danny observed the man, feeling very much like a trapped rabbit, the man seemed to have frozen in shock.

Danny couldn't go ghost to defend himself because that would just reveal his secret. He noticed that the man looked frozen. He took the opportunity to sprint to the window, somehow hoping to escape, even though his room was on the top floor of his house. Blood pounded through his ears as he ran across his room to the window. Instinctively, he snatched the broom – yes, it was a broom – from where it leaned against the wall and placed it between his legs. He kicked off, and began to hover.

The man snapped out of his shock and shot a red spell at Danny. Danny quickly maneuvered out of the way, and to spell crashed into the wall. Danny pointed the broom up to go higher, so he could fly out the window. He felt his skin prickle on his back. He attempted to dodge it, but it was too late – a red jet of light hit his back, and all he saw was black.

Danny's body, tense and clutching the broomstick, went slack, and tumbled to the floor, unconscious.

The man pulled an envelope out of his pocket, and left it on the bed.

He picked up the blue pajama-clad boy, and slung him over his shoulder, using some spells to make sure the small body would not tumble off during the flight.

He climbed on the broom, one hand holding the body slung over his shoulder, while the other clutched the broom.

The man, boy, and broom zoomed out the window to a starry night.


AN: This chapter is too short, and meh, but whatever. Now I have to work on my geometry and science homework. :P

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