Academy of Witches
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.
Forgotten Dreams
Hermione watched in amazement as the plant tried to coil itself around thin air only to fall in on its itself. "Amazing," she murmured.
"Any idea what this is?" Ron asked, trying to get his feet free.
Harry shook his head. "I don't know," he said, his hands bound to his side by the plant's tendrils.
Hermione was trying to wrack her brain. Where had she seen this kind of plant before?
Danny phased through the plant's next attempt to bind him hand-to-foot. "Oh, no, you don't!" he growled, zapping it with a tiny minute bit of emerald ecto-energy.
Hermione, Harry and Ron watched as the plant recoiled from the tiny green sparks.
Hermione suddenly hit herself in the head. "Devil's Snare!" she exclaimed.
"Come again?" Ron asked her.
"Devil's Snare," she repeated. "It was on the Herbology exam."
"Lucky, you pay attention," Harry mumbled.
"So how are we supposed to get out of this mess?" Ron sarcastically asked Hermione.
"Well, it shied away from the green sparks, so it must be afraid of light," she guessed. "But how are we going to get some?"
"Wood?" Harry suggested.
"Honestly, you two surprise me," Ron groaned. "Hermione, you're a witch; use your wand."
Her eyes brightened. "Brilliant thinking, Ron!"
The red-head's ears turned pink in the darkness. "Eh, no problem," he stuttered.
Hermione grasped for her wand in her coat pocket and finally managed to fish it out. "Acintho!" she yelled, waving it high above her head.
Danny watched in surprise as the Devil's Snare shrivelled up before Hermione's jet of blue firelight. It looked like the same one Sam described her having used on Professor Snape to save Harry's life several months ago.
"She is amazing," he whispered to himself, before following them further into the passage of enchantments. Who knew what adventures lurked around the corner?
"I can't believe we have to chase birds around the room on broomsticks," Ron acidly remarked to his friends.
"They're not birds," Harry murmured getting a closer look at the glittering wings floating above them.
"At least they're not ghosts, like you previously thought," Ron retorted.
"Quit griping and look for something silver," Hermione said, examining the lock.
"Aye," Ron agreed, giving the next door the once over. "Something kind of archaic looking and maybe with a bent wing."
Danny watched as Harry barked out flight patterns to Ron and Hermione. The chase was on. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad they wouldn't need his help here.
Quickly, he turned intangible, when Harry's hand shot out and grabbed the key inches from his face. Danny let out a yelp and turned visible.
"What are you doing here?" Harry hissed.
In the Ghost Zone, Clockwork groaned. "I knew this was going to happen."
Danny grinned cheekily. "Just trying to help?"
"Uh-huh," Hermione mumbled. "That isn't going to wash, Phantom," she addressed him by his ghost name.
Danny shook his head and fade into invisibility. "You don't have much time left," he whispered in her ear, causing her to jump ten feet in the air.
Harry nodded, rammed the key in the lock, and twisted it. "He's right. Let him follow us if he wants."
Ron and Hermione looked at one another and shrugged.
The next room would be a game of chess compared to this.
Author's Note:
Acintho, the incantation Hermione uses for her blue-colored flames, come from the first part of the latin name for bluebells 'Hyacinthoides'. There was no name for this in the book, so I made it up.
