Academy of Witches

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.


Author's Note: The instructor is Amorpho. Vlad is the "Halved One."


Mage's Ice


I really wish people would quit staring at you all the time, Harry.

"I know, Featherhead," Harry replied, as he walked back from taking his shower. Harry preferred to shower in the morning because it helped to wake him up. That and the fact that he often fell asleep reading late into the night.

I'm sure some of them have interesting shaped scars, like the dark girl has on the underside of her...

"Now you're being pervertic," Harry told him, blushing beet red.

Hey, I'm not the one who looked up Paulina's skirt in third grade.

"Hey!" Harry shouted, startling Ron who was poking his arm into his robe sleeve.

"Hey, what?" he asked, still shaken up that Harry was a Parselmouth. It still took some getting use to.

"Stupid pervertic snakes," Harry grumbled, towel drying his messy hair.

Ron didn't pursue the issue.


In the Slytherin common room, Youngblood waited for Danny to come down and was also thinking about Harry's scar.

"Why are they making a fuss because of some dumb scar he has?" Youngblood asked out loud.

"I don't know, but we're running a bit late," Danny said, walking past him.

"You look weird, dressed like a girl," the kid ghost told him.

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

Neither noticed that the stairs they had been descending, dropped out from under them. Danny instinctly turned ghost and floated down to the nearest landing.

"Bloody stairs!" he grumbled. "And I thought the escalators at the mall were bad."

Danny sooned learned a new fact about Hogwarts. The portraits were alive, in a sense.

"What are 'escalators'?" a grizzled bearded wizard trying to harvest moonlight in a sieve asked him.

"Do they move like the stairs?" a witch bathing in shimmery blue waters asked. "And mind your manners, boy."

Danny blushed in embarrassment. "Uh, they're stairs that move Muggles from floor-to-floor in buildings."

"In any direction?" the wizard asked curiously.

"No, only straight up-and-down," Danny told him.

"What are you anyway?" the witch asked him, peering at him more closely.

"A new breed of ghost?" the wizard suggested.

Danny hastily turned human and ran.

Only to be caught by the stairs again five minutes later. This time, they had company. Harry and Ron came running from the opposite direction.

"Go...Filch!" Ron hissed, as they navigated the crazy stair system and made it to the Great Hall barely in time for breakfast.

"What kept you?" Sam asked, as they all sat down.

"Psst, Danny! You're supposed to sit at the Slytherin table," George whispered, with a jerk at the high table.

Danny noticed several of the teachers frowning at him.

"So?" he asked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. He made a face. Stuff was too sweet.

"Sam?" Harry asked, looking at the goth girl. "Why are you covered with spider webs? Not your normal attire, goth or not."

"I came down early this morning to watch the sunrise over the lake. Someone had the bright idea to unleash acromantulas in the Great Hall sometime last night," here she gave a knowing look to Danny, who looked more interested in his food.

Fudge, I missed a delicious dinner.

Harry nearly spit out the pumpkin juice.

"How did you know I was out in the corridor last night?" Danny mumbled.

"Portraits talk, my dear Phantom," she answered sweetly.

Harry and Ron related their misadventure with Filch and the forbidden corridor.

"You could have been expelled!" Hermione hissed in surprise.

"Well, Danny could always sneak us in to see what the fuss is all about," Ron suggested slyly.

"I'd rather that Youngblood and the halfa behave themselves and perhaps keep their pranks to a minimum level to say the caretaker's cat for example," the spectral parrot said, from his perch on Youngblood's shoulder. The ghost kid was in pirate mode again today, it seemed.

"Sweet, I know just the thing," Fred said.

"Once he figures it out," George added.

Everyone laughed at that and broke up for classes.


Sam collared Danny before he left and made him swear not to abuse his powers in order to break school rules. He promised and ran to join his first class of the day (I'm gonna assume it's a Monday), which was Herbology with the Ravenclaws.

It wasn't exactly a boring class, Danny found out, but it wasn't his cup of tea either. Professor Sprout praised him for his knowledge of knowing the difference between gold dust (which was powdered gold rubbed off a goldenrod flower) and golddust (which was a common garden weed gnomes like to flavor their tea with). Danny just shrugged at Draco's arched eyebrow. "I read the book," he explained.

The Gryffindors had Charms class on the first floor with Professor Flitwick. Sam was amazed at the number of things they were supposed to learn in a school year.

Ron, for a second, swore he saw a green haired miniature pirate making faces at Professor Flitwick before Harry's eyes darted in the far corner where the hazy image had been.

Defense of the Dark Arts was a joke.


Danny was going to die. He just knew it. First off, he didn't have Transfiguration, a required subject. He took an upper level class called Muggle Studies. Thanks to Youngblood, the school was still tittering about the phone incident.

Professor Vladimir Masters was a tall man in his early-to-mid forties, with sparkling blue eyes and hair already the white of old age. He explained he had met an accident in his youth involving ghosts. The most interesting part of him was the fact that he used Muggle junk food as swear words.

"Muggles do not have the use of floo, owls, or other such magical means to communicate with each other," he informed them.

Danny found it hard to keep a straight face when a third year Hufflepuff boy asked how they got their post if they didn't use owls.

"Good question, Mr. Sherman," Professor Masters said in his aristocratic tone. "Muggles get their news from newpapers like we do; they have magic boxes which project moving images to entertain them. They hire other Muggles to bring them their letters and packages, often employing flying objects for overseas mail and big moving trucks overland."

"What if they want to talk to someone in person?" the student asked. "How do they do that if the person lives miles and miles away and doesn't have access to a fireplace or floo?"

"Muggles use electronic devices called computers and telephones," Professor Masters said, looking at Danny curiously. The boy was trying hard not to laugh. His mouth twitched slightly.

"The devices in front of you are telephones. I want each of you to pair up and pretend to call each other following the outline on the board. None of these devices are hooked up..."

Ring! Ring!

Danny stared down at the telephone in front of him. Feeling a bit uneasy, he picked it up after the fifth ring. "Uh, hello?"

"Well, about time you answered!" Youngblood exclaimed. "I'm really worried about you taking that Charms class. They use wands to make the magic work, Danny. You can't do magic!"

"Now is not the time for that!" Danny hissed. "And how did you manage to make this phone work anyway? It's not hooked up!"

"I'm a ghost, duh," Youngblood said, hanging up.

Danny stared at the phone in his hand and blanched, when he saw his teacher and classmates staring back at him.

"Uh..." he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Excellent demonstration, Mr. Nightingale," Professor Masters said, clapping his hands. "Though using the Angelus Charm was a bit over doing it. Okay, class, now that you've seen how it's done, let's give it a whirl, shall we?"

Danny was mortified.


Though it was nothing compared to what Youngblood did while the Gryffindors were in Transfiguration, with the Slytherins received the encore.

Sounds of rhythmic footsteps were heard echoing outside the door. It was driving Professor McGonagall mad, well batty, as Ron put it later. Not even Sonorous! could drown out the noise.

Professor McGonagall threw open the classroom door to find six suits of armor draped with her best lavender scented sheets like togas around their bodies dancing the can-can.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Sam howled with laughter as McGonagall's horrified expression.

Youngblood allowed himself to become visible and bowed to the stunned Transfiguration instructor. "Encore this afternoon folks," he promised them, before vanishing.

"Well, I never!" Professor McGonagall said in a huff after sending the suits of armor back to their places. "I never knew they could do that!"

As promised, Draco and the other Slytherins were treated to a repeat performance, though it wasn't the can-can this time. This time, the suits of armor burst into room and started jitterbugging around the room with McGonagall hexing them every which way. By the time she got them out of the classroom, everyone was in stitches, her hair was in disarray, and the room looked like a tornado hit it.

Draco was glad that Danny had been sorted into Slytherin. School was going to be fun.

Danny found that Professor Flitwick preferred that he study the theory behind the Charms work, so he'd understand more about what he could do and not focus so much on what he couldn't. It was very fascinating.

History of Magic was even worse than Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Danny's ghost sense went off even before he entered the room.

"Oh no," he moaned.

The teacher was the ghost of former Professor Binns, who droned on more than Mr. Lancer ever did. He was the new sixth grade English teacher at Tucker's junior high. Danny had used the sphere earlier to spy on Tucker and Jazz. Now with his stomach flip-flopping, he wish he hadn't.

And that was how the first day of school went for our favorite Gryffindors and Slytherins.