Chapter Seven: Halloween


Confident now that he had a place to stay and a plan in his mind, Danny began to strive forward. While the ghosts kept an eye out for the shade, he decided to act as Harry's secret bodyguard. Seeing that there was no point searching for the possessed teacher until something happened, he began to wait for Voldemort to make his move. At first Danny was motivated in his task. But as the days turned to weeks he began to become bored. Harry seemed to be your typical, if not magical student. He went to class, did his homework, mucked around with his friends and practiced flying with his Quidditch team early in the morning. It was all the same old routine every single day.

Danny was there now at the Quidditch stadium, lying beneath the seats. Lounging on one of the support beams he was reading a dull, wordy book about the Laws of Transfiguration. The only real reason he kept reading these magic books was for the moving images, most of the detail information flew right over his head. But lately not even the moving images of wizards and witches turning into animals could kept his attention.

Form the gaps in the seats above he had a good view of the Gryffindor team, whizzing around as their captain yelled out words of encouragement. Every Thursday morning the team would practice, and it was one of the few times he could really get away from hovering in classrooms and watching from the rafters of the great hall. But as Danny thought, moving his faintly glowing hand hover closer to the page, it was so boring not having anything to do. He even was missing his ghost fights back home.

He sighed and snapped the book shut, gently placing it on the wooden rafter. Pulled out his phone he found himself blinded by the light as it turned on. Worried one of the students might see he cupped his hands over to block the light. One quick glance at the date made his heart sink. Two months. He had been stuck at Hogwarts now for two long months. He wasn't exactly worried though at how long he'd been here; Clockwork would just send him back to his maths class. No one would miss him. Not even his parents or friends would know he was currently on the other side of the world in a place full of magical people.

He rolled onto his stomach and vaguely browsed through his phone, ending up like always looking at his photo album. Over the past few months in Amity he'd started sneaking a photo from his ghost fights, normally their aftermath. It was a way for him to kept some sort of record of his battles, a strange picture journal of his enemies. He found himself going through his latest fight with Youngblood, and their weird 'ghost-free family vacation' and like most of their family trips ended in disaster.

Realizing he was getting troubled with thoughts of home he turned off his phone, hoping to save the little battery life it had left. Abruptly his body shivered from a wave of cold, his chest flashing in biting icy pain. He clutched his shirt, waiting for the shaking to stop. The air around him was turning sub-zero, he watched as frost started appearing on the beams around him, actually cracking the wood.

It had happened again! One minute he was fine, and the next he was beyond freezing! He paused till the tremors stopped and a little warmth returned to his human body. This now marked the fifteenth time this month, and each time they were getting worse than the next. He frowned, guessing it could be because winter was coming and his ghost core was getting colder with the days. But this…didn't seem normal.

Whatever the reason Danny was pushed out of his thoughts at the sound of footsteps creaking on the seats above. He let the glow fade from his hands, squinting through the gaps. It was those boys that were friends with Harry. The flash of red told him Ron was there, along with that clumsily kid Neville, who Danny just caught sight of his round face.

"HEY!" The Gryffindor captain suddenly yelled at the sight of them, stopping the training. "You two aren't supposed to be here! This is private, secret training!"

"Where just here to get Harry" Ron called out, laughter in his voice. "Besides; we're in Gryffindor! Why would we spy on our own team?"

There was a huff from the older boy, until Danny caught sight of Harry zoom over. They talked briefly, Danny catching snippets of words like "it's alright" and "great this weekend" from the two of them. It seemed whatever Harry had said calmed the captain down, and he flew down to his friends. They were a thud from the boy, sending little clouds of dust into the air, must to Danny's annoyance.

"Is it that time already?"

"Yeah, if we don't hurry were going to be late for Charms." Neville said, with that same old nervous hitch in his voice.

"Oh! That's right. Didn't Professor Flickwick say we're learning a more advanced spell today?"

"I just know I'm going to muck it up…"

"Don't say that Neville, it might be easier than he says. Most of Professor's Flickwick's classes are straightforward."

"That's easy for the two of you to say! Both of you are actually good at casting magic! I can't even take off on a broomstick without losing control…"

Ron snorted. " Just so you know, it took be months to get the hang of flying. Harry's just got natural talent to back him up. It runs in the family for him."

"I don't know about that…" Danny could literally hear the embarrassment in his voice. "Come on, I need to quickly change. Meet you down there."

They walked away, their voices drifting away in the air, leaving Danny in silence. He waited a moment in the dark, before summoning back the light. He stared at his hand in thought, watching the ectoplasm glow through his skin. A sudden thought came to him, maybe he should go at talk to those kids?

He picked the book, chewing on his lip. He really shouldn't. This wasn't some cheerful holiday Clockwork had sent him on. This was a mission to save the world from a war! But just hearing them talk made Danny feel tinges of jealously. There was plenty of ghosts to talk to here, but that was just it, they were ghosts. And old ghosts at that. Though he didn't mind the talks with Sir Nicolas, or the friendly chit-chat with the Fat Friar, it wasn't the same to talking to the living. He didn't want to bother the headmaster, besides, he was a little strange. That Severus wizard was just plain annoying, and seemed to hate him. He guessed he could go talk to the cat lady, but then he didn't want to deal with her pity if he could help it. He winced as an ache of cold came from his core and he rubbed his chest. It would just be a quick chat. Besides, they might have some gossip he didn't know.

He went ghost and turning invisible. Making sure the book was tucked firmly under his arm he flew through the stand, up into the sky. He dodged the Gryffindor team as they whizzed by, till he was high above them. He watched them for a while, waiting to see Harry to leave the pitch. The team certainly was good, but Danny couldn't help but chuckle at how slow they were flying. They called that fast flying? Please, that was nothing!

Finally, Harry and his friends appeared, strolling up the grassy hill to the castle. Danny left the team, floating down behind them. The boys shuddered from Danny's presence, but didn't think much of the cold. Smirking he realized that he could prank them again and turned visible, gliding soundless behind them.

"Harry, what do you think Professor Flickwick's going to teach us this time? Maybe that unlocking doors spell Hermione knows?"

"Maybe. Wouldn't it be cool if he taught us something like controlling fire? Or flying without brooms-"

"Now that would be a worry, kids flying all over the place." Danny snickered right behind the boys, not able to stop himself from freaking them out.

Neville actually squeaked, jumping behind Ron as they twisted to Danny. They looked like deer's caught in headlights till they saw who it was behind them. Both Harry and Ron's jaw dropped in shock.

"Danny!?"

"Yep." Danny nervously smiled, starting to regret speaking to them. But it was too late now. "What's wrong? Looks like you guys saw a ghost."

Harry pushed his glasses up his nose, eyes wide. "You're…Fine?"

Danny laughed. " Course I am, why wouldn't I be?

"I-I saw…"

"-I'm going to head to class now guys." Neville spoke softly, almost at a whisper. "I'll…Tell the Professor that you two will be late."

And with that Neville left, almost sprinting up to the castle. Danny watched after him in amusement as how quickly the scared kid had left. Still hadn't got over the dinner surprise it seems.

"You sure you're ok?" Ron seemed to gawk at Danny, almost like he was shocked to see him standing there. Danny transformed back, letting himself fall and crossed his arms.

"I'm fine really. Well, not really. Being half-dead and all that. But I'm as normal as I'll ever be. Why?"

He was surprised when the two kids shifted nervously around. Harry was the one would talked, his voiced small. "I kind of saw you fighting…That other ghost that time. You know, that night a few months back…"

Danny smiled dropped. "What."

Harry seemed to cringed under his gaze. "-I was heading back from Quidditch practice with Wood when we heard this giant splash. Then Sir Nicholas flew passed and warned us to head back to the castle. But I…stayed and saw you burst out of the lake with that lady ghost. And I saw you two fight… and get hurt."

The whole time Harry recalled that night he played with his sleeve, not looking up at him. Danny himself was thinking madly. Harry had been there that night!? What the hell would have happen if Luna had saw him. She practically wanted this kid dead and he had been calmly watching them battle it out!?

Danny ran his hand through his hair, pulling. That had been close, way to close! If she had seen Harry, there would have been no way he could've stopped her. Without realizing it he had just be inches from failing. He bit his lip. Then who else could have been watching them? Other students? Voldemort and his host? It was frightening to think who else might have been there that night.

"Danny? You're not mad at me, right?"

He looked back at the boys and huffed. "I'm mad with myself! How could I have been so stupid not to notice you- Gah! Look! -"he pointed at the boys with his book. "If you ever see that ghost again, even if I'm there, just run okay? Not all ghosts are friendly like Sir Nicholas and the Lady Grey. Some will try to hurt you and even kill you! That ghost certainly would."

Unintentionally he rubbed his neck and Harry eyes widen knowing exactly why. Danny sighed "Look…Ghosts are seriously stuff alright? I'm okay, even that silly Peeves is okay. But some Ghosts are crazy evil. Their like fruitloop villainous, like your Voldemort is to you wizards."

Ron gasped, suddenly looking sick. Harry merely blinked in surprise. "You say Voldemort's real name?"

"Don't say his name!" Hissed Ron, glaring at both of them. "It's not okay to say his name!"

Danny was surprise to see Ron so upset over just a name. "What? I know he was evil, but to be scare of his name? now that's weird."

Ron blushed. "W-Who wouldn't be? Look, a lot of wizards and witches don't like it when you say You know whose name. It brings back a lot of bad memories. I guess it's okay for you to say it Harry since…"

Both of them looked at Danny, worried that they were about to spill some sort of secret. He realized they were referring to the fact Harry had been the reason Voldemort was a shade now. He grinned. "Ah, you mean about Harry "defeating" Voldemort as a baby."

Ron growled. "Don't say it!" but Harry looked at Danny curiously. "You knew all along?"

"Yep. Granted only about two months ago…didn't even know about wizards and witches before that."

"Wait a minute, you're a Muggle?" Ron broke out of his distress and stared at him.

"Muggle?" Danny frowned, then clicked his fingers when he remembered seeing the word from one of those magic books. "Ah! That's a non-Magical person right! Yep, before I became half-ghost I didn't even think you folks existed."

"So…"Ron blushed again. "So you grew up like Harry did? With that television, unmoving posters and…Football?"

"Yes." He was a bit worried at how Ron said though things like that were the most alien thing ever. "Didn't you?"

"No."

"Wizards don't have stuff like that Danny, they have different things to Muggles." Harry smiled, as he explained to him. "They don't even use cars or the post to send letters."

"So, you didn't even grow up having video games and mobile phones?" He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, flipping the protector cover open to show Ron. To Danny's amazement however both Ron and Harry stared at it.

"That's a mobile phone!?" Harry gawked. "It's so thin! And they're so expensive! Uncle Vernon spent months saving up for his, and it was the size of his hand! Where are the buttons though?"

"Well it's a-"Danny quickly shut his mouth, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. How could he be so stupid! He was twenty years in the past after all! They wouldn't even know about touch screen phones like this!

"M-My Dad built it for me! Yeah... But it doesn't work really well, rubbish. More like a walkie-talkie than a phone, Ha…"

He tried brushing it off, seeing Harry give him a strange look. Deciding it was time to get out of here before he blew his cover Danny turned to head down to the lake. If these kids decided to follow him he could just jump in.

"A-anyway, I've got to go and you guys have got classes. I don't want you kids getting detention because of me."

Raising his hand in farewell he strolled off, hoping that by the time they got to their class, they would have forgotten all about the phone.

"Hey Danny!"

He flinched, turning his head slowly back. "Yeah?"

"Are you coming to the Halloween feast tonight? I mean being a ghost and all you could get away with it, since all the other ghosts will be-"

"I don't Do Halloween." Danny said bluntly, remembering his last Halloween disaster with Fright Knight. He had promised himself his next Halloween he would spend the night locked in his room. No amount of magical school and friendly ghosts was going to change that. "Sorry, but polite pass."

He gave them a nod in farewell and made his way to the Black lake. Glancing back to see if that they'd gone he found himself heading the spot he had fought Luna. It was almost like his fight had never happened. The area now looked normal, besides the odd indent in the sand were Luna's water had pounded him, but other than that there was nothing, the rain washing everything away. He sat down on the rock, thinking about where his enemy could be now. Some small part of him hoped she'd just pop up again, just so he'd know she was still around. After the fight he hadn't even sensed her.

"Shows how damaged she was…" He muttered, letting the book fall from his grasp onto the rock. He transformed, invisible, looking out at the distance mountains. He had a lot of time till lunch, so it wouldn't hurt to explore just a little bit…


After making sure Harry survived lunch, Danny had returned to the enchanted room. Papers and notes littered the floor, the blackboard crammed with names as he tried to work out a plan. After another small cold shiver, he had pulled the armchair as close to the fire as possible. And thanks to the room's seemly endless supply of clothes he had put on the warmest jumper the room could give. Going through his latest list he scowled, crossing out another teacher's name and went over his findings.

In the two months he'd been stuck here Danny had learnt that the school had eleven teachers and a total of sixteen adults on the school grounds. More than half of that number seemed to be in the clear of possession. At the moment there were four teachers who were on his watch list. The first was Flinch, the creepy caretaker. Danny knew that the man hated all the students with a passion, threating to lock them upside-down in the dungeons. He had actually encountered the man one night. After being accused of breaking the rules his cat had started hissing at Danny like crazy. Flinch had taken off like a bullet with the cat bundled in his arms. Danny was starting to think that maybe the cat was the one possessed.

Then there was Rolanda Hooch, the flying teacher. He didn't know too much about her yet, but she was a good candidate due to her wild temper and weird hawk-like eyes. Course, they might be a normal thing to witches, he'll have to ask Lady Grey about it later.

The Librarian, Irma Pince, was absolutely crazy. Whenever he entered the library that woman was always on a warpath. She screamed and threaten any students who dared to talked too loudly and she would literally curse anyone who mucked up her books. She was someone that Danny wanted to avoid at all cost.

Then finally, there was Trelawney, a strange woman who could drink sherry like water. Not long ago Danny had spied her alone in her classroom, eyes rolled back and muttering about death. She was at the top of Danny's list, but talks with the other ghosts had shown she was always eccentric like that. Lady Grey had even stated that the woman saw things others could not. Still she was the one he'll watch first, when he figured out how to hold his duplication for more than two measly minutes.

Danny sighed and let the paper fall from his hands. He now had targets, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't just confront them about it. He had to be smart, discreet, as Dumbledore put it. If Voldemort had put together a plan to steal the stone without anyone knowing, the wizard sounded like someone who was crafty and planned ahead. If Danny just started barging out and accusing people or tried overshadowing, he'll either deny it or run. Worse comes to worst he might try painting Danny as the bad guy, which wouldn't go well if he was around teachers that didn't know his secret.

With a quick glimpse at his watch he stood moving over to the wardrobe. He paused at the doors, thinking clearly in his mind what he wanted. Sure enough when he opened them he found a thick knitted scarf and a pair of gloves to match.

He grinned. "Thanks again room, you're the best."

if he remembered correctly that Halloween feast should be starting, meaning plenty of time for him to patrol the halls for the shade and start trying to memorize all these endless hallways and secret passageways. He adjusted his scarf hoping it didn't make him look too dorky. Until he figured out why his core was acting up he'd just had to keep as warm as possible. He pulled up his hood just in case and phased through the wall not caring to go invisible. One thing about feasts at Hogwarts, it meant no one would be walking about.

For a while Danny walked around the seventh floor till he made it to the great staircase. Even from the top he could smell cinnamon and pumpkin wafting up from the hall. Heading down he stopped himself at the fourth level, resting his chin on his hands. This was so boring.

That shade probably at the feast right now having a good time, while I'm stuck here alone. The joys of being the "hero" …

Sudden his hands felt chilly and Danny saw his gloves covered in a thin layer of frost. When balled into fists the frost lifted in a cloud of mist, looking almost like snow. What the hell was going on with his ghost powers?

"Well, if it isn't the phantom boy."

Danny twitched at the blunt voice and looked over his shoulder to Severus Snape. He was standing a few floors above, but even from that height Danny could see the glare on his face, eyes black. For a moment Danny was about unsure about what to do at the sight of the wizard, however, he just couldn't help himself.

"Aw, did you miss me Severus? I feel bad that you're skipping the party because of me."

"That's Professor to you, Boy."

Danny smirked and leant back on the step behind. "Technically, I'm not a student here. So I can call you whatever I want, Professor Severus."

Snape literally hissed in anger and marched down the stairs. He passed Danny without looking at him, trying to act like the teen wasn't there. Just before he reached the next floor Danny called out.

"How's the shade hunting going?" He knew from his spying that Snape had been searching for Voldemort himself. Almost every night Snape would check the dungeons and hunt the dark halls, questioning anyone he found. The man seemed to have started his own mission in locating Voldemort. Once or twice, the teen had even caught him keeping an eye on Harry.

Snape froze. He twisted his head back to Danny, displeasure still on his face. But he remained silent.

Danny chuckled. "I take that as a no?"

"I don't trust you."

He sat up at that, watching as Snape turned around completely in a swirl of black robes. "The Headmaster might have faith in you and your "task", but I know you haven't told the whole truth as to why you're here."

He edged closer, a sneer of distaste crossing his face. "Why would an insolent boy like you want to confront the Dark lord? You claim it's due to your poltergeist ability's, but I know that there is something you're not telling us."

Danny tilted his head. He tried to appear unbothered by the questions, but his heart quickened. "Whatever I'm holding back doesn't matter to stopping this shade alright? It's personal." He crossed his arms. "Besides, I've dealt with loads of villains before, so don't misjudge me Severus, I've fought with ghosts that could easily be stronger than your Voldemort."

Snape paled. His reaction to the name was just like Ron's. "You have no idea what you're talking about, you fool!" he dashed back up the stairs till he was just below Danny. "The Dark lord would kill naïve fools like you in a second! He has murdered hundreds, destroyed the lives of countless wizards, witches and Muggles alike. How would a weak little boy like you defend yourself against one of the most powerful wizards that ever existed!?"

Danny stood quickly, looking down at Snape. He felt his eyes glow neon-green, not knowing why he suddenly felt enraged at the wizard's insults. "Weak little boy? I'm not some defenceless kid that doesn't have magical wizard powers, you know. I've fought ghost kings and crazy self-centred fruitloops. Hell, I've got more enemies than you have fingers! Sure, your "Dark Lord" got to be strong if he's so feared, but that doesn't mean I can't take him on if I want to!"

Danny didn't realize that his glowing eyes had started changing to blue. The whole time the air around him had become arctic cold. The windows above frosted and ice began to crack on the stone. Both of their breath misted in the air and Snape took a step back from him, shivering as the frost spread to their clothes.

"You naïve-"

He abruptly stopped as a high-pitched scream echoed bellow them. The cold faded along with Danny's anger as they both looked down the dark stairwell. The teen strengthened his hearing, just made out the strain words "Troll in the dungeons" before more panic cries and screams where all he could hear.

"Someone just said that there's a troll's in the dungeons."

Snape gawked at Danny in surprise that he couldn't help but snorted. "Enhanced hearing okay. Don't ask."

They heard the sound of students rushing out the hall, their chatter starting to reach their ears as they climbed up. Danny was tempted to go invisible in case he was seen, but the puzzled look on the wizard's face stopped him.

"Hey," He asked, stepping down to be level with him. "Is that bad? A troll I mean…"

It didn't look like the man would answer. However, he faced him, regarding the teen oddly. "Trolls are dumb creatures, though brute-like they are easily defended. All of the teacher's present here can easily deal with one. A simple stunning spell, or befuddlement hex would do. The real problem is how it got in. It would be too stupid to just wander into the school by itself."

"So if that's the case…maybe it was led here? Why on earth would someone let in something that could hurt the students?"

Both looked at each other, the same thought hitting them at once. Danny's mouth hung open. "No way, you think to stone-?"

"A distraction." Snape said bluntly. With a flurry of black he ran down towards the third floor. Danny quickly ran after him, forgetting all about their argument. Voldemort is making his move!

They rushed down the stairs to the third corridor, dodging confused students as some of them catching sight of Danny. Mutters about him started, but he ignored the stares and focused on following Snape. After a while the students thinned, till they were alone sprinting. As they rounded the corner where the door to Fluffy's was Snape stopped short, making Danny thud into his back.

The door was wide open.

"Damn." Snape hissed. Danny wasn't about to wait and went ghost, shooting forward leaving the wizard behind. Inside he found a very angry three headed dog. It was crouched in the corner of the hall, a gash bleeding from one of its heads. Two of its heads where trying madly to lick the wound, but they couldn't quite reach.

Making sure the dog hadn't noticed him yet he flew to the trapdoor, quickly testing the handle. To his surprise he found that it was sealed up tight, not even moving from the force for his enchanted strength. He looked quickly around in case someone was hiding in the shadows. There was no one there.

"We missed him," Danny whispered, looking back at Snape as he entered the room. The man moved slow, eyes not leaving the dog as he took about his wand.

"Be cautious, they might be hiding under a concealment charm."

"What, you guys can turn invisible too?"

Just as Snape was going to reply Danny saw a shadow at the door. It moved in a blur of robes, so fast that he just caught sight of the person before the door slammed loudly shut. Both of them froze in shock, as a loud 'Click' sounded.

Fluffy growled and shook its heads at the clamour, finally seeing them. With a sharp bark it stalked forward, fangs bared.

"Go." Danny moved towards Fluffy, raising glowing hands in warning. It seemed the dog remembered him as it jumped back crouching down to spring, it's growl rising in pitch.

"I'll keep Fluffy here busy, you go and warn Dumbledore."

Snape raised his wand. "I can- "

"No," Danny cut him off as Fluffy snapped forward, barking madly now. "I can take him. Just get out!"

Fluffy gave one final snarled before lunging at Danny, jaws open wide. Just as one of the heads clamped down on him he went intangible, wincing as he heard the sickening crunch of teeth around him. Fluffy, realizing he hadn't caught his prey rear up in confusion, looking down at the ghost teen. Danny blinked, before grinning at the dog.

"What's the matter? Can't get a hold of me?"

Fluffy whined angrily and madly began chomping at Danny's form, pawing at him. He laughed as he phased out of its heads, moving away from the door to the other side.

"That's it flea-bag, keep trying to eat me!"

Danny watched as Snape tried to open the door only to find it sealed shut. He tried using his wand, blasting spell after spell on the lock, but nothing seemed to be working on it. Whatever that man had did, it had trapped them in.

Danny looked back at Fluffy, who was starting to froth at the mouth from his rage. The stone below was now riddled in deep claw marks from its effort.

"Man, your one seriously angry dog! Why don't you be a good boy and cool down…Um," He stood straight, making himself solid for a slip second, lifting his hand up palm flat. "STOP Boy!"

To his utter surprise Fluffy yelped back, rumbling down at him. He couldn't believe that had actually worked!

"Wow, that's new. Never would have thought all that dog training would work on a triple-headed monster."

Two of its heads watched his hand suspiciously, while the other whipped around. It caught sight of Snape, making another deep rumble as the man tried everything to unlock the door. As Danny frowned he suddenly realized what Fluffy was thinking. With a snarl the dog twisted around and bolted towards the door, lunging at the man.

"Severus watch out!"

The wizard turned, eyes wide at the fangs approaching him. Danny bolt after it as Snape dodged the heads. Fluffy slammed into the door, the wooden trembling but amazingly didn't break. It seemed Snape was safe, only for the right head to whip around and clap its jaws on his leg. Snape collapsed to the marble floor, wand falling out of his hand as he cried out.

Danny gritted his teeth and clamped his hands together, firing a blast dead centre at Fluffy. The dog howled in pain, letting go of Snape. Danny just had time to grab the back of wizard's robe as heavy paws came crashing down.

"Hold on." Gripping his shoulder tightly he phased them through the floor just as Fluffy snapped at them. they tumbled into the air, before they crashed into tables, sending chairs and quills flying. Danny groaned, kicking away the bits of broken wood. Snape hissed and gripped his bleeding leg, deep scratches in the skin where it's fangs had grazed him. He watched him, glancing up at the roof.

"You… You wizards aren't really 'fighters', are you?" Danny couldn't help despite the situation they had just been in, smile.

Snape scowled in reply. "If I had not been focused on the enchanted door I would have been fine."

"My point."

Snape stood, testing his leg. Once sure it would support he limped to the classroom's door "Enough, we don't have time for this. The Dark lord has now tried to get the stone, yet luckily has failed. Next time he will be more careful in his plan."

"Did you see him?" Danny was trying to set the room back to the way it was, however he gave up when he saw how pointless it was. "At the door, just before it shut. That was the teacher pocessed by the shade. I didn't see his face. But that hat…" Danny remembered one key thing about the person, the man.

He had been wearing a turban. And there was only one other person at the school would always wore a turban.

"I saw just as the door closed." Snape frowned as he opened the door, leaning a bit on the frame. "Of all the people to be helping the Dark Lord…"

"I know right. Never even thought that scary-cat could be the one."

They walked out into the quiet hall, looking at one another. Danny grinned. "If you're up to it, go get that troll. I'll go look for our stuttering Professor Quirrell."

"Excuse me? You have no right to boss me around, boy,"

"Hmm…who'd just saved you from becoming Fluffy's new chew toy? And its Danny…"

The wizard huffed in disgust. " Keep this up and I will personally find a way to throw you in detention for the rest of the year."

"Oh no. not detention. My greatest foe. Your too cruel Severus." Danny snickered and floated laying back in the air, hands behind his head.

The was suddenly a loud burst of laughter. "Aw, I wouldn't say that Danny, detentions the pits."

Danny flipped around in the air as Snape pulled out his wand again. She was there, leaning against one of the fire pit pillars.

"Luna."

She smiled. "It's been awhile; hasn't it Danny-O?"