Ch. 10: The school year begins
Harry got up early that morning knowing that today was the first day that he was going to be receiving his schedule for the school year. The sun had barely risen and he was still pretty drowsy. Most likely because the storm finished blowing over earlier that morning while he was sleeping. Dragging himself out of bed, he got dressed and looked to see Ron still asleep. Harry just shook his head at the red headed wizard. 'Honestly one of these days I am going to need to introduce him to the alarm clock.' Looking around he saw a water pitcher from the night before.
The young lad grinned as an idea formed in his head.
Taking a glass and some water he poured some water into the glass and poured it over his friend's face. The effect was instantaneous as his best friend jolted awake, sputtering water in the process.
"Blimey, mate did you really have to wake me up like that." His best friend accused him in procrastination.
Harry just shook his head, "I could have let you sleep in but you know that we need to get downstairs, shower, and get breakfast. You know how Professor McGonagall gets whenever students in her house are late. I especially don't want to get detention on the first day, even if I find out we have her class."
Ron grumbled in his drowsy state but he knew that his friend was right. Harry and Ron showered and went down to the Great Hall where they found Hermione already at the table.
Both of them went to sit next to their friend where they began to talk about the classes that they were going to be taking that day. Harry was hoping that he would get to see Hagrid that day. What he was thinking about was how Hagrid was fairing without Buckbeak. The half eagle-half horse hippogriff that his friend had taken care of the previous year had been offended by Draco Malfoy and slashed at the Pure Blood narcissist.
That kid had decided to use his injury to get Hagrid in trouble. Even going so far as to getting his own father involved. The man may not have been a school governor anymore, but with the amount of money he had, he could easily influence the people in the ministry.
Both sat down next to their friend when she stopped eating and met their gaze. "What? There something wrong, Harry?"
"Not that I am really aware of. You look like you got up pretty early this morning, it's not even seven."
Hermione laughed at this remark. "Look who's talking. Ronald doesn't really strike me as the early bird type." She commented as she returned to eating her breakfast.
Harry and Ron sat down next to her where she started to speak about the Triwizard Tournament. Harry was already aware that there were other magic schools but none that he knew about except for maybe the three Dumbledore mentioned the previous night.
Fred and George were speaking with their friend Lee Jordan on ways to enter to enter the tournament under the Headmaster's nose. But the Golden Trio knew that if the staff was focused on protecting the students then they would try to go through any measure to keep them out of harm's way, no matter what. The message of who Dumbledore asked to help proved just that.
Professor McGonagall passed out the schedules to the current students in her house. Ron took a look at it.
"Well at least we have classes outside this mornin'." He took a closer look at it. "They can't be serious, whoever made this out must hate us, we're with the slytherins in Care of Magical Creatures again."
Harry didn't like the sound of that. If that was true then Malfoy would try and get Hagrid sacked again this year, he was going to need to speak to Hagrid when he got the chance to make sure not to have a repeat of what happened last year. To his left, Harry noticed that Hermione had started to eat again. He remembered the previous night when she decided to try and make a protest for house elf rights. It may have been ridiculous but it looked like she wanted to start somewhere.
Hermione glanced at the schedules, sure enough they had classes with the hufflepuffs in Herbology.
She glanced up towards the staff table where she saw the new transfer student speaking to Professor McGonagall she just finished writing down some directions for him on a sheet of paper. After he left Hermione went up to go speak to her. "Professor, do you have a moment?"
Minerva turned to look at her. "What is it Mrs. Granger?"
Hermione decided to choose her next words carefully so it didn't look like she would be making her Head of House offended.
"Professor, that new student in our house, the one from America? Mrs. Weasley said that one of the members of the staff went to go meet up with him. I was wondering…"
"If I knew very much about him." She finished for Hermione. McGonagall turned to look at young teen. "Mrs. Granger, the most that I can tell you is that he was considerate of others and had interesting manners. I think I might enjoy having him in my house. Hope you will enjoy your morning Mrs. Granger, right now, these schedules need to be handed out."
She nodded and walked back to sit by her friends.
Ronald and Harry both looked at her and noticed that she seemed a bit happy.
Her red haired friend spoke up first. Apparently he didn't get much information out of him regarding after last night. "Well come off it, wha'd she say?"
Hermione had thrown Ron a look that said 'Don't be so rude'. While she didn't mind hanging out with her Ron, he had his rude moments at times. "Well she did say that he was pretty considerate of others but I wonder how that's going to help him in this year. He may be kind and everything but I'm not sure if he is ready to handle things here. You saw how tired he was last night."
Harry stared off into space for a moment, "You really believe that he can make it in this school? Not that I am doubting him or anything Hermione."
Snorting Ron glanced at his close friend. "Well mate guess we will just have to wait and see then won't we?"
Hermione looked worried though. 'I only hope that the abnormal culture shock won't be enough to make him snap.' Well Hagrid was the one who brought him maybe we can ask him about the student later after classes.
The trio decided to head out and partake in their new classes. First up on the list…Herbology.
Danny yawned as he woke up, the events from last night were already taking its toll on him. 'Guess the time change and classes are going to take some getting used to. Hmm…the sun isn't even out yet… but I am pretty sure I didn't wake up early, where, I … there aren't many people in here, maybe its still night time and I can get some more sleep. Just to be sure,' he took alook at the computer he brought with him and set had it set for England's time zone beforehand. He leapt back in shock. As the clock was saying five to seven. He groaned at that what a way to start the morning on his first day in a new school. Getting some clothes from his suitcase he was about to go down to the portrait hole till he remembered he hadn't showered yet. Let alone eat breakfast.
Just his luck, it was a different school and he was already starting off on a bad note. "Where're you heading?" He glanced around and saw a girl about his age sitting on one of the dorm room comforters.
'Well guess it couldn't hurt to ask.' He thought. "Sorry I just realized that I hadn't showered nor eaten yet. Where do you get your breakfast from?" He asked in a rapid tongue.
The girl quirked an eyebrow at him till understanding dawned on her face. "Oh you must be the new student right? I got lost on my first time here. It can be quite a maze in this castle." The kid in front of her nodded.
"Yeah its taking a while for me to get used to going to take some more time to understand the layout of the school. Let alone the different school customs and the different time zone. Speaking of which what time does the first class start?"
"Well the class times differ from what year you are, to the house you are selected for and the heads of our house pass out the schedules to each student at breakfast at the beginning of the year. Also to answer your first question, the dorm rooms each have their own showers and such and breakfast is served in the Great Hall. The first class might begin at eight." She calmly smiled.
Danny jerked wide awake now. "Oh my gosh and I only have one hour left to do everything on that list."
She grabbed his shoulders if only to reassure him. "Hey… calm down, Okay? By the way for future reference before you go out the teachers expect you to wear the school uniform." Danny face-palmed as he remembered the set of black robes by his bedside earlier.
"Thanks for the info. I'm Danny Fenton by the way." He held out his hand.
"Katie Bell. Guess I will see you around Fenton."
"Please, call me Danny". She smiled at the teen in front of her.
"See you around Danny".
Danny did got ready for the day and saw he only had fifty minutes before the first class, he decided to head down to the Great Hall to get a bite to eat. He groaned when he realized he didn't have a schedule yet so he decided to use his powers to become his alter ego and phase through all the floors till he was in the main floor of the Great Hall. Seriously he was going to need to get his schedule here then go back up seven of those creepy steps, back into the dorm room and get whatever he needed. Well better safe than sorry. Danny got himself a couple of fruits from the table and made his way to where Professor McGonagall was to receive his schedule. His planner showed he had potions in half an hour and it was down in the dungeons.
At that moment Danny felt like slamming his head into the table but of course fate was just cruel to him. So much for having a peaceful morning. Danny raced up the steps to get his supplies like his potions book and surprisingly a heavy cauldron. He wished that the lab was like the one back home where the school replaced the supplies at the expense of students if broken and then clean out the equipment so they could be reused like regular equipment by other students. Only fifteen minutes remained and he didn't think he could make that. Unless… 'Fenton you can't use your powers like this every day. You have to keep reminding yourself that this isn't your hometown where you can hide in plain sight.'
Danny hated taking shortcuts and learnt his lesson about taking shortcuts with his powers after the CAT incident. So he settled for walking/running…down the many flights of stairs where he had about three minutes left to find the classroom. Luckily for him he saw a familiar face.
"Cho…" the Asian girl who he met on the train the first day. Said girl gave a gentle smile to him.
"Having trouble on the first day?"
"Trying to find the potions classroom".
Her face fell. "You might want to hurry Professor Snape doesn't appreciate tardiness." She pointed out the direction for him where he had rushed to the smell of the fumes and arrived with only seconds to spare.
"What are you doing here American?" asked a rude voice. Danny looked around trying to find a seat in the classroom and found one surprisingly right next to Katie Bell.
She glanced around seeing at the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin classmates some having looks of hostility. "Come on there's a free seat right here." Katie said smiling at him. He sat down next to Katie and not one minute later, a black, greasy haired man came through the door in the back of the classroom.
The man which Katie Bell identified as Severus Snape.
The potions instructor gave a cold glare towards the Gryffindor students and Danny in particular. Kind of like how Vlad was with him.
"As many of you are aware of this is your fifth year in this class. As such it is that time of your pitiful lives that you will be subjected to an event that you will each be facing in the near future. Some of which will barely scrape by as I will only accept the best and some of you" he glanced at Danny again with the Headmaster's request for him going through his mind, "do not have much of a chance to succeed."
Yep. Definitely reminded him of Vlad.
"This year, you will as you very well know will be tested on your Ordinary wizarding levels exam. As such you will be facing many challenges this year and I do not expect you to just run in folly while your studies suffer."
"Now on to todays lesson", he tapped his wand to the board where a multitude of instructions appeared on the board. "You will be making the drought of peace, and will find the ingredients in the cupboard. You have one hour to finish it begin."
(I am going to skip the potion making to the end of the lesson, too much work)
"Fill a flask with your sample and place it on my desk. Mr. Fenton," Danny turned towards the instructor. "Stay behind." The Slytherins laughed at the misfortune.
Danny never did like to face the instructors back home, there was always a huge risk of blowing his secret. This time was no different.
"What seems to be the problem? Everything was done to the best of my knowledge once I learned what the ingredients were like."
The Head of Slytherin threw a glare at the transfer student, not liking his attitude already.
"I find it hard to believe that a student with no magical training would be able to participate with the rest of the students here. So my question is what are you doing in my classroom?"
Danny gave the man a calculating look. No doubt feeling a headache of sorts was forming, but he could persevere in this. "Well, despite what your boss says in the matter I was assigned to be here regardless of the lack of knowledge I had. What would you expect Mr. Snape, someone who doesn't learn anything to just pass by with an excellent grade like it is just handed to him. I read the book on the train. It's not that much different from cooking or chemistry back home. My sample of the mixture is right here by the way. Hope that it is to your liking."
"Speaking of samples, one of my students came in with a bag of what looked to be a blotched experimental potion. They were in the very least disturbed by what it was." Danny gave a blank look. "In that bag was a number of animated sausages. I am a little curious myself as to how you obtained ectoplasm Mr. Fenton when your family are said to be muggles?" He asked narrowing his eyes at the ebony haired teen.
Danny burst into a fit of giggles at the mention of that. Looks like he has already gained a reputation without intending to. "Well my town isn't exactly what you would call normal either. Long story short, Ectoplasm is given to them by the government after proper research and they decide to make different appliances depending on what they are interested in inventing after all they are hunters themselves." Snape groaned at the headache this was going to cause and dismissed him.
Danny gave the potion mixture to the Potions Master and strode out of the classroom. "Oh by the way you wouldn't know where History of Magic is? I don't want to get lost before that class."
Snape groaned wishing that this kid would leave his sight for the time being. He tried entering the boy's head through Legilemency but it looked like the kid was a natural occlumens after all. Snape gave him the directions and dismissed him. Though he was a bit disturbed at what the boy said. In the wizarding world, ectoplasm is a rare ingredient. How in the world did a large number of muggles acquire it?
"Address me as 'sir'or Professor Snape' next time. I do not give people second chances very easily Mr. Fenton."
"Thank You, Professor." Danny said smiling as he left through the dungeon door.
History of Magic turned out to be as boring as most people proclaimed it to be. He felt like he would learn more from just reading on the train or in the dorm room than learning like this. Within fifteen minutes into the lesson, he was already falling asleep.
Arithmency with Professor Vector proved to be a little bit interesting as Danny was already familiar with several concepts of math from back home. At least since he brought his laptop he can make any necessary calculations and then correct it later. He was a bit disappointed when he remembered they didn't have printers. Another feature he made a note of to speak to his friends about.
Danny would have gone to Defense Against the Dark Arts but Professor McGonagall said he needed a wand for the class. He was a bit dishearten when he remembered that his wand hadn't come in yet. But the witch had been asked to inform the lad that the wandmaker was in the Headmaster's office and could see him now.
Relieved that he could get a wand at least he made his way to the Headmaster's office (courtesy of directions from McGonagall and the current password). He was a bit interested with some of the entrances being guarded with codes, at least there was something close to home.
In the office sat the wandmaker Ollivander. The Headmaster was sitting next to him.
"Good to see that you could join us Mr. Fenton, I take it that your first day here is going well?"
"It could be better, but that's to be expected considering that its not only my first transfer to another school, but a school out of the country. Customs are different, more so than those back home, its going to take some getting used to."
Albus understood what he was talking about. It was usually common for muggleborns to have trouble in adjusting to a different lifestyle when going to a magic school. He wonders what his reactions to the new classes were like but didn't want the new student to judge the entire staff as a whole yet due to a few mishaps he may have had, but that was for another time. Hopefully he wouldn't need to put the wandmaker through anymore stress. He could only bring with him four wands that he himself had trouble making according to Ollivander. Some of the wand woods would not correspond with the materials for some reason or another.
The Wandmaker spoke up. "Well its good that you were willing to join us today Mr. Fenton. I came by here today to see if one of the wands today will be suitable for you to use. 'Hopefully I will not need to go through this again with this child'". He added as an after thought as the task in itself was giving him quite a migraine. Making wands was a passion for him. In some cases he needed to create a customized wand, but using their hair did not add such favorable results. He couldn't use regular phoenix, dragon, or unicorn material because of the violent reactions that occurred in his shop. The Headmaster's office did not need to look like a war zone.
"Alright let's see what we have first, lignum vitae, 9 ½ inches. Very firm and able to withstand large amounts of pressure." 'Not sure what it would do as I couldn't get much magic out of it.' Danny took the wand and waved it backwards causing a bunch of items in Dumbledore's office to shatter.
"Apparently not". Ollivander reached for another box. "Maybe this one will have more favorable results. Ebony, 10 inches. Heavy but durable." Another wave was cast but did not amount to anything other than fire coming out of the fireplace and setting the rug aflame. Dumbledore frowned as that was an heirloom passed down to each Headmaster who took office. They were getting nowhere fast.
Reaching for the third box the Wandmaker brought he hoped that this would provide some form of relief for the Headmaster, despite these, castastraphies, he was getting pretty excited in the way that he was getting results. As the wands in question did not produce more than regular sparks one might find in the muggle world. "Teak, nine inches go ahead." A wave later and surprisingly, NOTHING HAPPENED! In a way, Albus was relieved, yet disappointed. Relief in not having the office destroy more than it was then disappointment as they were not anywhere close to having a wand for Mr. Fenton.
The wandmaker grabbed the final wand he had with him. Knowing that if this didn't work, he might have to start over again then he would be further behind. "This is the final wand I have with me though I couldn't get much magic from it for one reason or another. Birch wood, 10 ½ inches. Stable components, though not sure what it will do it can be unpredictable."
Danny spaced out for a bit as he thought back to something his mom did when they were in the forest. She was spinning a green staff which in his opinion, looked really cool. The moment he grabbed the wand and waved it, a beam shot out of the wand and shaped itself into a glowing bo staff. Curious, Danny reached out a hand and plucked the staff from the air. Spinning it around, he got a bit of a wonderful feeling from using it. Still the staff was more comfortable than a stick for a tool.
"Well is that the kind of a result you are looking for? Mr. Ollivander?"
The wandmaker nods his head saying that by the looks of it that wand was the correct choice. Apparently birchwood had some spiritual uses as well. Though that was for another time.
"I guess that I am done here. Hope you enjoy your new wand Mr. Fenton."
"Well, we'll see." Ollivander smiled as he exited the office but not before repairing some of the damage that was done by the testing. He couldn't fix the rug. A slight drawback though.
Turning to face the Headmaster Danny was curious on what to do now. "Well, I would say you can go to see your instructor Alastar Moody after the class gets out or you could look around the school for a little bit more Mr. Fenton."
Danny nodded and thanked the headmaster for the notice. Exiting the office he went around the castle to get a feel for where the other instructors' offices were.
Walking around the castle and not finding anybody he believes that might have been in the class, he sets his stuff down in order to get a better feel for the castle. Thinking it might be best to ask someone who knows more about the castle, he shifts to his spectral form to see if he could find another ghost in the castle. Flying through the first floor was a little bit of fun even if he did see other students let alone other instructors. If he was going to need to speak the heads of each house, he might as well a know where they are as well. "Excuse me," he asked stopping two students with red hair. "Do you happen to know where I can find the heads of houses office?"
"Well lookie here brother of mine…"
"Seems like our guest…"
"Needs some help…"
"You think we should"
"Help him out?"
"Why not?" They finished. Danny found that a tad bit creepy for his tastes even if it was a little funny.
"Where would you like to know first, there are several teachers on the staff, and I don't know if there is that much direct to. The offices are generally in the classrooms." One of the two chuckled at him.
"Well, I from what I could tell, the office for the potions instructor is in the dungeons. Though that is all I know right now." Danny answered one of the twins.
"Well Professor Snape is the Potions master and the Head of Slytherin House."
"Head of House. There are four that I know of who are the others. If you don't mind me asking who are the other three? It would be a little less of a pain to learn later on know what I mean?" He asked rubbing his head sheepishly.
"Fred, how long till our next class?" one of the twins asked.
The one now named Fred looked at a watch and then remembered that they were done for the day. "It would seem like our schedule is done today why not show him one of the others, we can get a bite afterwards." The other twin nodded.
"Well other classes are in different parts of the castle. McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor and the Deputy Headmistress, Transfiguration instructor and is two floors below us, Sprout, instructor for Herbology, is near the Hufflepuff dorms and the head of their house, and Flitwick is the Head of Ravenclaw, Charms Professor and his office is on the other side of the castle."
The new ghost in front of them nodded in understanding when he came to a decision. "Could you show me the offices in order, I think I could help you to save some time if you wanted."
Both twins stopped in shock, he was going to help them save some time, how was he going to do that? This they had to see. So both nodded, despite not knowing what was about to happen. "Okay, despite this being your first time I would only ask that you not let go till I say so." He advised the two as he held out his arm.
Fred and George firmly grasped his arm which according to them, when one touched a ghost from their experience, they felt like ice, this was completely unfamiliar to them. His arm did feel cool but nowhere like ice. Sooner than they could react, the new ghost phased them through two floors till they were all three on the designated floor.
They both stood there gob smacked expressions. "WHAT…. WHAT WAS THAT?"
He had a sly grin on his face, one they usually had when they got away with pranking somebody. "What can I say, I like to travel my own way, and there are many interesting ways of travel."
The twins minds were working overtime trying to process what had just happened. On one hand they haven't known him for very long. On another , was he a bit of a prankster? Fred smiled at the thought of what the three could do together.
"What just happened? That, felt weird mate."
"My dear brother I think this may be the start of a wonderful friendship". Fred gave an eerie smile that would send shivers down peoples' spines.
Yeah, the three were able to get somewhat acquainted with one another, so it was no surprise that Fred and George were able to relate to the ghost who displayed an interesting sense of humor. ( The looks on their faces was priceless when he used intangibility on all three of them.
The twins pointed out where McGonagall's office was and showed him where the rest of the head of house offices were, besides Snape, whose office was near the classroom.
"Well guess we had better get dinner while there is still something left. Later Mate"
Danny smiled as he flew through the castle to get a feel for it. At one time, he ran across Peeves the poltergeist. Ten seconds later through is abysmal rhyming, Danny shot an ice beam towards his legs, causing him to plummet towards the ground.
He could hear Filch practically cackle at the sight of the poor poltergeist, now the caretaker could get his form of entertainment from Peeves. And it didn't help that there were some younger students in the mix those who he tortured from time to time with his pranks. This new ghost was almost as fair as Lupin.
Changing back a floor below the great hall, Danny took a look at the selection of food available and could honestly say, he would enjoy the foods he ate with Sam and Tucker even better. Of course he would need to get in touch with them again.
After getting a bit of a bite since he felt that a lot of the food had been heavy in his terms, he took off on another flight if only to keep up appearances. He learned earlier on that the portraits could move and speak to others so if he needed to change forms he need to do it in a place that didn't have any paintings.
Heading towards an open area in the center of the castle he spotted the three students he met in the dorm the other night. What were their names? Harry, Hermione, and Ronald? Maybe he should figure a way to remember the red heads name better, someone also named Ronald from back who also had red hair.
For another group of people who just got to read the day's version of the Daily Prophet, Britain's Magical Newspaper.
Harry decided to get an early dinner with his friends. Earlier on he had decided to ask Hagrid on his opinion of the new spirit. So far there was only known information. Considering how well mannered he was, at least there was a better chance of the guy showing a good first impression for the visiting schools come October.
"Weasley hey Weasley, your dads' in the paper Weasley. Along with Mr. Diggory as well." A blonde snake yelled out over the crowds as he waved his hands with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.
Harry and Ron took a look at the front page of the Daily Prophet showing four faces, with two having a laugh and the other two being embarrassed.
"MAYHEM ABROAD IN AMERICA."
It would seem that the troubles for the Ministry of Magic are only beginning, Writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Earlier last month, British Ministry of Magic officials: Arnold Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts and Amot Diggory, , Head of the Department of Magical Creatures Barty Crouch and Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore traveled abroad in order to determine proof of the rumors regarding the existence of the spirit at the Quidditch World Cup. Once tracked down, Barty Crouch and Amot Diggory decided to approach the Fenton Household in order to gather further information on the existence of the specter. When questioned, Crouch and Diggory were disarmed of their wands and sent out of the household running from sausages, and by MUGGLES no less.
"Hard to believe it. The head of both those pathetic departments got both their names spelled wrong."
"We were only trying to obtain information on the reason that the specter was in the stadium in the first place." Said Amot Diggory, Lucius Malfoy had this to say: "If the two ministry departments couldn't handle a problem like this, then we certainly need to ensure that the issues will be handles swiftly. To be handled by muggles is an embarrassment to wizarding society."
Danny listened in on every word in the paper and frankly he didn't understand why people were making such a big deal out of the matter. From the sound of it, things may start to spiral out of control soon but he was in a foreign country so they might have a different method of handling school just so long as it isn't something too barbaric.
Arnold Weasley, a Ministry employee charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was one of the two who had willingly handed over his wand. TO MUGGLES. The other being Albus Dumbledore, the supposedly greatest wizard of our time. Barty Crouch and Amot Diggory, one of which is a head for the International Wizarding Confederation, was disarmed when he had claimed that it was all just to make sure that they wanted information when they came with more than bargained for.
American Head of ICW had this to say: "Usually when requesting an audience with American families and you are from overseas, the four should have gone with a member from the American Society of Magic in order to avoid any unpleasant confrontations. They ignored this procedure and look where it got them, especially the so called head of the ICW for Britain. I certainly enjoyed the sight of two of the four though I will not say who the other one was."
(Barty read this article earlier ending with his face in his hands. No doubt he was one of the two.)
As we come to terms with the fact that four of high ranking wizards were apprehended by mere muggles, we have to wonder if the so called security at Hogwarts is up to the task this year in hosting the Tri wizard Tournament. Will Albus Dumbledore be able to keep a cool head? Only time will tell.
Ron's ears went redder and redder with every word he saw on the prophet. "Guess your father isn't really up to the task with dealing in international matters. Eh Weasel? Maybe your father would probably be better off learning from mudblood and muggle scum?
"What about your father Malfoy? Would he be able to make a better impression or just display himself as the ass he is in representing us?" This got quite a few sniggers from onlookers. Draco himself was about to turn purple.
"You will hold your tongue Potter or I shall write to my father. Maybe he would like to hear it?"
"Hold your tongue then…baby dragon". He remarked as he started to walk away.
"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE". One second Draco Malfoy was behind him, the next there was a pure white ferret was down on the floor. "I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE WHO ATTACK OTHERS WITH THEIR OPPONENT'S BACK TURNED". Alastar Moody appeared as he started levitating the ferret up then dropping it to the ground painfully while everyone laughed at the "Fall of Draco Malfoy".
Danny hovered there horrified at the scene unfolding in front of him. Just seeing this made his blood boil and the air drop at least thirty degrees in seconds flat as he decided to make himself known.
"You're one to talk. Seeing as how you attacked me from behind when I was introducing myself just last night. I suggest you take some advice yourself: Drop your wand." He answered in a cold manner. Some of the students just stood there shocked as a spirit no doubt was trying to stand up to Alastar Moody, one of the greatest aurors in capturing death eaters.
"This isn't your concern sonny. A little reminder is desirable considering his attitude towards other students."
Danny slowly lowered himself further onto the ground where ice started covering the ground just from physical contact. "Putting a student's life in danger just to teach them a lesson? I am giving you one last warning. Drop the wand and walk away from him."
Moody started to object and hex the spirit when twin green beams of light came from the spirit's eyes with the professor's wand as the target and sending it ten feet away from him.
Everyone fifth year and up backed away in fright of the glowing green eyes as most of them saw those colored beams before.
"Showing that a person's actions have consequences is a reasonable lesson but teaching them at the cost of risking their own life? What the heck WRONG WITH YOU?" Channeling some energy towards his hand he called the fallen wand to his hand.
"I'll make sure that someone with some actual common sense can hold onto this till you can reclaim it. To be honest I hope the rest of the school year does not turn out like this." With that he took Draco the ferret, Moody's wand and disappeared in a swirl of green flames, leaving a stunned audience and melted ice.
(A/N: I understand that it has been a long time since I have last updated; almost a year and that I need to get back in the routine of writing this story. One of the things on my plate was school and work. The next for this story was the article. I am not very good at writing articles so could someone give me a few pointers with how you think a rita article is like? In your opinion? Also at the end of this chapter, you may think I am making Danny strong in this story by granting him a few more powers like what Vlad had and such. Well Danny's powers are going to increase as well in this story so that he can help change the world not only by saving people's lives but to help change the wizarding community. Sure there might be a political fire he will have to deal with but that is part of the story.)
Spoiler: Several powers I have in mind that Danny did not have in Canon will be used here.