Casper High Magic

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D/C: I do not own Danny Phantom and Harry Potter. There will be references from movies, shows and books in this story…, which I do not own again…

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WARNING: Mentions of abuse ahead.

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"Is that a…"

"How in Merlin's beard did he manage to get one?"

"How could it trust him...he seems so…"

"I thought those were extinct?"

"Could you leave my head alone, Aurora," Danny said irritated at his Artic Phoenix, the phoenix kept rubbing her head against Danny hair cooing loudly. Aurora looked at Danny as if a doting mother and kept cooing. Danny would lightly push Aurora away from his head to only have Aurora come back and rub her head against Danny, "My hair is already messed up as it is, now you come and make it all messed up."

Gotham pecked Danny head and managed to pull out some hair. Danny yelped in pain, "Hey!"

Gotham crackled at his owner's pain, he then pointed at a letter that was on the table. A letter that he had brought for Danny from back home, Danny only shook his head and picked up the letter with an eyebrow raised, "Jazz? Why didn't she have Bran bring this?"

Plop!

An egg was thrown into Danny's face that slowly slid down, a croak like laughter filled his ears, "I spoke to soon…"

Danny look down to see Bran standing right on top of his breakfast. His brows furrowed at the sight of the bird, most of his feathers seemed to be pulling out at random places and he favored his left leg over his right, "What the…"

Danny gingerly picked up Bran, the bird squawked out in pain as Danny attempted to figure out what was wrong.

"What are yo…What happened to him," Kwan exclaimed at the sight of Bran, he quickly reached over and tenderly picked up Bran, "It looks like someone tried to…"

Danny picked up the letter that Jazz had sent him, he opened it and began to read it. Word after word, sentence after sentence, Danny eyes glowed neon green and anger swelled deep inside him.

"Is…everything alright," Sam asked him, she was cloth napkins and handing them to Kwan as he looked over Bran.

"You look like Vlad just tried to kill you…again," Tucker said, this gained multiple stares from everyone, "What… a lot of people want him dead."

"Not the right place to talk about those kinds of things," Kwan said slapping up side of Tucker's head, he quickly went back to tending Bran.

Danny growled under his breath, after reading the letter he glanced back at Bran then at the letter in his hand. Taking in a deep breath, what was written in the letter made a mash of emotions swirl within him. He did not know where to start to tell his friends, he might as well start with something that could relieve the harsh mood.

"So…what's wrong?" Tucker asked hesitantly.

"Vlad had the Nasty Burger shut down," Danny deadpanned, he slowly stood up and headed towards the head table. He stuffed his closed fists into his pockets, Danny could not help but chuckle at what he suddenly heard a scream.

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"FINALLY!"

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"This better not be what I am led to believe," Lancer said to himself as the stood right outside of Fenton Works, "From what he told me…"

Walking up the steps, Lancer cleared his throat and knocked. He took a step back and waited. Several screams were heard from the inside and what seemed to be walls crashing down came from the other side of the door; Lancer resisted the urge to pull out his wand.

The door quickly swung open to reveal a disheveled Jack Fenton, "What!"

Lancer blinked unperturbed at the sight, he cleared his throat, "Mr. Fenton…"

"Oh…" Jack said with a look of total disdain, "It's you..."

"I have come here to tell about your son Daniel-" Lancer began to say to have the door slammed on his face aggressively. Lancer blinked several times trying to comprehend what just happened.

"What about him," Jack said angrily, he toward over the vice-principal, "You took him away!"

"Mr. Fenton," Lancer said as if talking to a young child but Jack did not have any of it. Jack slammed the door on Lancer face and stomped off.

'As I expected…' Lancer thought, he knocked the door again and waited, 'He loathes at the thought of his son not being like him…human.'

The door creaked opened to reveal a pale, disheveled, and timid Jazz Fenton.

Jazz avoided eye contact with the older man, "…Is everything alright with my brother?"

"Yes, yes, but are you alright? Where is your mother," Lancer whispered, he attempted to peek inside the home but could not. Jazz had made it sure that he could not.

Screams and shouts were heard from down the basement; despite the fact that Lancer is outside, he could hear the muffled shouts.

"Why are you here," Jazz whispered, she winced at the sound of something breaking, "Is Danny alright?"

"Danny is alright," Lancer said carefully, "He is behind this little visit…"

Tears welled up in Jazz eyes, "Bran…he made it."

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"Loosen your shoulders a bit," Bero said fixing his tie as he and Danny walked around the moving staircases that Hogwarts are highly known, "We are heading to an interview and we don't need you to look like evil incarnate."

"Are my eyes glowing red?" Danny asked looking up at Bero in the eyes.

"No," Bero answered.

"Then I am not…evil incarnate," Danny answered stiffly.

Bero brows furrowed, for a slight second his own eyes glowed red. He suddenly stuffed his left hand his is pants pocket, and raised his other hand to pull his hat over his eyes, "Go on ahead, I need to take a smoke."

Bero walked off stiffly and quickly. Danny dropped his head with a groan, "Sorry, I forgot!"

"Of course Danny Fenton," Bero said with bitter laugh, "We all cannot be seen as good or evil. I will take your words as nothing considering what is going on…"

"Thanks…" Danny said with a slight smile.

"I will be there whenever I get there," Bero called out before he disappeared from sight.

'Great…' Danny thought to himself, he quickly headed off towards the highest tower where the interviews are going to be taken place, "Interviews…it's going to be horrible. At least Tucker and Star are going to be there for Headless Corpse Daily."

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"Smile for the camera," Tucker said using a state of the art camera to click away taking pictures of Danny and the rest of the champions, "Come on, just a smile."

Danny rolled his eyes, he then crossed his arms and gave the camera a smirk.

"The camera loves you," Tucker said clicking away.

"You are enjoying this far too much…" Danny said through his smirk.

"He's ditching Physical Education," Star called out from the other side of the room, she had a tablet in hand that she is using it to take down notes, "I'm here as part of the Headless Corpse, have to ensure I am ahead of the game."

"There you are Danny," Cross called out from the other side of the room, he walked around the room and headed towards Danny and his friends. Walking beside him is an older man wearing pristine dark clothing, long peppered hair tied loosely around his neck, and his face is stuck on an expression of total scorn, "Guess who I brought with me? Mr. Grumpy himself!"

"It's Mr. Grivinson to you boy," Grivinson spat out, "The nerve you have boy."

"I am an adult, not a boy," Cross puffed out.

"Say the adult that broke his wand yesterday trying to fix his tie," Grivinson deadpanned, he pulled out a thin wand from his pocket, "This is yours, try not to break it again."

Cross blushed heavily, "That proves nothing."

"Hehehe," Danny and Tucker laughed at Cross behavior.

"Shut up," Cross snapped at them.

"What does that make it now the sixth time this month," Danny laughed, he glanced over to see Harry being bombarded by a journalist. He could only pity Harry as he looked extremely uncomfortable, he was tempted to help but the journalist attention was shifted elsewhere. To more precise, towards him, "Crud…"

"Ah, Daniel Fenton…" Rita Skeeter smiled rather creepily.

"Danny! Danny! Danny!" Star said cutting off Skeeter, "A word for the Headless Corpse?"

Skeeter glared at the girl, she quickly composed herself and smiled twice as large, "I was here first, young lady."

"I have priority over you," Star stated without missing a beat, she signaled Tucker to take the lead.

"Pictures," Tucker said pulling Cross and Grivinson towards Danny, "I need more pictures!"

"Okay," Danny said pulling Cross and Grivinson, using them as meat shield to avoid Skeeter, "Pictures!"

Skeeter expression soured.

"Don't worry," Star said ignoring the older woman, "No one likes you here."

"Do you even know who I am," Skeeter snarled at her, behind her the acidic green quill began to write rapidly.

"You are Rita Skeeter, a journalist that ruins anyone and everyone whose story does not live up to your par," Star said reading from her tablet, "I would not even be surprised if that pen of yours makes you the victim of this 'conversation' since it only writes in your favor. Since it's only writes lies…liar…"

"Star! Get in the picture!" Tucker said pulling Star towards Danny, Cross and Grivinson, "Now the four of you."

Star left a fuming Rita Skeeter.

"Fenton, where are you," Bero called out walking into the room, both of this hands in his pockets. He caught the attention of everyone in the room, for one reason and one reason, the moment he walked into the room it felt as if the presence of a dementor had entered the room. The cold chilling feeling of death, "What, is my fly undone?"

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"Ah yes…" Grivinson said as he examined Danny's wand, "Thirteen inches even ashen yew with a thestral tail hair core…"

"A rather ominous combination," Ollivander spoke up glancing at the wand in the younger wand maker's hands.

"That is why I put in two black tourmaline rings for purifying and neutralizing one's negative thoughts and internal conflicts and use that energy for positive energy," Grivinson said flicking the wand and neon green sparks flew out of the end of the wand, "Hm…When was the last time you used a curse, Daniel?"

"Uh…Not since I came here….sir," Danny said coughing into his hand nervously.

"Of course…" Grivinson said, he pulled out a single thick gemstone ring, "Angelite, to bring inner peace. You need it."

Danny expression soured, "You can tell just by doing that?"

"What do you take me for a newbie," Grivinson said mockingly, he slid the ring of Angelite and placed it at the bottom of the wand. He pointed at Danny's hair with Danny's own wand and dark green sparkles hit the halfa hair, "There."

The entire room went quiet and just stared at Danny with wide eyes. It's quickly ended with roars of laughter from Tucker, Star, Cross and even a smirk from Bero. Harry bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing but he failed miserably. Krum snorted at the act but even he managed to crack a smile. Fleur covered her mouth with her hand and giggled at the sight. Dumbledore chuckled lightheartedly but it stopped when McGonagall gave him a stern stare however even she seemed to be laughing at the sight.

"What happened to your hair? Danny?"

Danny froze, he slowly turned around to see Lancer and Jazz. Jazz hid behind Lancer as if she did not wanted to be seen by everyone in the room, "Jazz…Wha-"

"Your hair…hehehaha," Jazz began to shake as giggles began to escape her, "Its pink, so many colors of pink!"

Danny blinked several times, he reached up and grabbed his hair to look at it closely, "What did you do to my hair!"

"I heard your girlfriend hate the color pink, any pink. So ha," Grivinson said with a snort, "Ha, ha, ha."

"Sam is not my girlfriend," Danny shot back quickly in his own defense.

"Sure she is," Lancer said from his spot, "How many times have I caught you… how do you say it…Fake out-Make out."

Danny blushed heavily at the memories of the kisses. The reasons for all said fake out-make out is that them or any of their friends were close to being caught by a normie and they all needed a distraction. So came the fake out-make out's, "…"

"Thought so," Lancer said with an evil grin.

"Is everyone out to get me," Danny said to himself.

"Define everyone?"

Danny glanced over his shoulder to see Harry, the one who asked him the question, "Everyone."

"Of course, it amuses us," Bero said chuckling.

"I remember that…It was amusing," Grivinson said with a low chuckle.

"If all of you would excuse us," Lancer said giving Danny a pointed look and nodded towards Jazz. Danny nodded curtly, Grivinson gave him back his wand and both Fenton's left the room. Lancer looked over at Dumbledore, "Could I have a word…"

Dumbledore nodded and followed Lancer out of the room.

Unaware to everyone in the room, someone had managed to sneak out and followed them.

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"Do not lie to me Jazz…What has been happening back home," Danny said nearly pulling out his hair.

Jazz glanced over at Lancer who nodded encouragingly at her, she took in a deep breath and began to tell him what exactly been happening since Danny came to Hogwarts…

To be continued…

…It is rushed…I know… but this chapter gave me trouble writing.

R&R and all that jazz…