Hello! I'm back again with chapter three! Just think, ha ha, only eleven more chapters to go after this one. Oh, editing. Fun, fun. Actually, sometimes it is. I like to make fun of myself and how I wrote this so horrible near the beginning because I was so new at fanfiction. Now almost two years and a billion stories more, I think I've got the hang of it.
Thanks to chapter three's reviewers!
Penguin, dragon-grrrl, AurumPhoenix, Zaneta, Bonnie Mizuhara, Jazzeh, The Fuzy Llama, PhantomAlchemist
Hmm…well, a few notes for this one. Tucker and Sam do come back, just not for a few sections I think. Jeeze, I haven't read through this story in so long I can't even remember now. Also, when I update Fiction 2 in March, you'll also hear who Reader truly is. It's actually a pretty big thing.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.
Previously In Fiction: In his attempt to aid in a homework assignment he didn't particularly care for, Danny relies on his sister's obsession with Harry Potter as a guide instead. Unaware of his odd intentions, Reader insists on making him understand. And what better way to do that? Sending them both somewhere they won't exactly be able to get out easily.
Fiction
Chapter Three
Stuck in the Famous Life
Jazz rolled over, not wanting to get up. She didn't remember falling asleep really, but she must have dozed off reading. She felt warm sunlight on her face; it felt odd, considering her bed was nowhere near the window in her room.
She vaguely wondered how late it was. If it was already afternoon, she was lucky it was Saturday. And if it was afternoon…surely she hadn't slept in that late? That wasn't like her at all.
She opened her eyes despite her body's protest. Trying to hold in a scream, she sat up straight in her bed.
Except she wasn't in her bed. The room was some sort of dormitory. It had several large, furnished windows and five four-postered beds, branched out in a circular pattern. Four girls lay in their bed, each asleep.
"I'm dreaming," Jazz told herself, recognizing the place almost immediately. Except it wasn't her voice. Her voice had sounded younger, and had a British accent to it.
She clapped a hand to her mouth.
"I'm either dreaming or close to insane…" Jazz said in a voice above a whisper. It seemed to be louder than she thought, however.
The girl lying beside her stirred, and sat up slowly. She saw a flash of brown hair and lavender eyes staring up at her, confused.
"Hermione? What are you doing up so early?" she asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Jazz screamed.
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"Coming Hermione?" Parvati Patil asked her as if they were best friends. Jazz was utterly confused and shocked and frightened and…any other emotion she could possible feel, she was sure she was feeling it. Her whole body seemed to shake. But then again…she wasn't in her body!
This was some dream, it had to be. There was no reasonable explanation. Why was she living the life as Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend? She had to be dreaming. In a few seconds, she would wake up. She would hear her parents working on some invention or her brother's loud music through the wall. Her eyes closed, but still she could hear other sounds. Not familiar ones. The ones that echoed through Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Hello, Hermione?" Parvati asked again, concerned.
"Where are we going?" she asked. I do however love that British accent, Jazz thought. But then the hilarity of her statement hit her. What was wrong with her?
"The Great Hall. I'm starving," she replied. She mentioned for her to follow her.
She gave an excited gasp as she led her out of the room from behind a portrait of a fat woman dressed in a pretty pink dress.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine," Jazz lied.
Parvati headed on, leading her down what seemed like thousands of corridors and halls, up hundreds of stairs, and finally to a large room. Jazz began to memorize where exactly they went each time.
The room was spectacular. It was lined with huge glass windows. Four mahogany tables were lined horizontally while another vertically, up near the far wall. Students filled these seats, dressed in school robes, each with their own unique colors. And you could see a cloudy, dreary, rainy sky perfectly as if there was no roof…
"The Great Hall," Jazz sighed.
"Why so surprised? You've been here three years," Parvati asked. She started walking towards the right-middle table, and Jazz followed.
Three years. That would mean…if she was really Hermione (At least the dream was starting to come together) that she was only around thirteen, in her third year at Hogwarts. That part was clear at least.
"Harry and Ron are down there." Parvati pointed to a seat in the middle. "I hope you don't mind, but I promised Padma I would help her study," she said.
"No, it's alright. Thank you," Jazz said politely. She'd probably freaked out her friends enough. She smiled, assuring her.
Parvati waved, noticing this and returning the smile and set off towards another table. Jazz shivered. Harry and Ron. They were Hermione's best friends. She guessed she would have to meet them some time…
She walked towards them and gasped. They both sat there; Harry with his head down, not eating and Ron talking nonstop to him. But the thing was…they looked exactly like the movie actors. Harry like Daniel Radcliffe, Ron like Rupert Grint.
She ran up to them, excitement running through her veins like wildfire. Ron stopped talking as she approached and turned around. Harry lifted his head, alarmed at her sudden arrival.
"You just read an extremely large book that we've never heard of, read, or seen before and probably never will in the future right?" Ron asked. Harry glanced at his best friend for a moment and then laughed.
Jazz was confused. She stared at Harry absentmindedly, a dreamy look crossing her face. This was huge for her. She was such a fan after all and-
"Well, am I right?" Ron asked.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, seriously, narrowing his eyes.
Jazz squealed, very high pitched and very loud. Daniel Radcliffe just spoke to her! It was a wonderful dream come true! It had to be. Her thoughts buzzed around in her head, running against each other so that no coherent thought appeared anywhere.
She struggled to breathe and became dizzy. The world went dark and she fell over, fainting.
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"Danny? Danny?" said a voice.
Danny heard the whisper from far away. His body felt like lead and he groaned, painfully, struggling to wake.
"Danny?" Tucker asked. He shook his friend roughly. Sam stood behind him, shaking madly, her eyes wide.
They had come over, uninvited, to show off Sam's expensive new Dell Digital DJ that she'd received after his exit from the game. Tucker was more excited to show off the technology than she was.
Only to discover the two siblings, snoozing on the couch, their heads on their books. Except they wouldn't wake up. Meaning they weren't snoozing.
Tucker yelled as Danny groaned again and moved his hand suddenly. He put his hand to his forehead, his eyelids moving.
"Danny?" Sam asked, kneeling down by the couch to be closer. Her raven haired friend opened his eyes with difficulty.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He blinked several times. "What happened?" He felt as if he wasn't truly there; something was wrong. He sat up slowly.
"We're not sure, we found you like this," Sam replied carefully, putting a hand on his back.
"Where's Jazz?" he asked.
Sam and Tucker turned and Danny, following their gaze, saw his sister lying there, pale, but breathing as if asleep on the couch.
"Do you remember anything?" Tucker asked. "I mean, remember anything about what happened here."
"Sort of. I had this weird dream……" he replied, swallowing with difficulty and trying to recall anything.
"About what?"
"British people and some school," he replied, as confused as they were. He looked at his sister. What was going on?
All three jumped when they heard a cry from the corner of the room. They turned towards the noise and Reader floated towards them.
"You weren't supposed to be here! You were supposed to go with her! Darn it, the spell didn't work. Now you'll never really read the book," she cried.
"Go where?" Danny suddenly felt déjà vu.
"Into the book," she snapped, moving her hands towards his sleeping sister. "She should be-"
"Hermione," Danny whispered randomly.
Reader looked at him weird, like Sam and Tucker were, but for a different reason. "How did you know that?" she asked.
He ignored her. Enough with the small talk. He wanted to know what was going on and now. He stood up, ignoring his aching head, and raised his arms, searching for his powers.
Nothing happened.
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"Hermione?"
Jazz refused to open her eyes. It had been such a beautiful, wonderful dream. "Danny, leave me alone," she whispered.
She heard voices around her, whispered and confused. Where were they coming from? What was going on?
She opened her eyes and screamed.
She was lying in the middle of the floor surrounded by a group of people. They all looked like the Harry Potter movie characters. Harry and Ron kneeled down beside her on both sides.
She groaned, exhausted. Why couldn't she wake up? Sure, she did love the dream, but hadn't she been asleep long enough?
"What is the matter?" Ron asked.
She didn't reply.
"Maybe we should take her to the hospital wing," Ron suggested. He took Hermione's arm and Harry the other. "Nothing here to see people," he snapped to the interested crowd around them. The result was that not many people moved and they had to push through them all, receiving a lot of whispers.
They led her out of the room slowly, and past two grand mahogany doors, walking into a vast hallway and turned towards the left. She allowed herself to be steered, feeling light and confused again.
"Mr. Weasley!" said a sharp voice. The three of them turned around to see an elderly, strict looking woman who wore a green robe and a black pointed hat.
Ron sighed quietly. "Yes, Professor McGonagall?" he asked innocently.
She walked towards them. "We need to discuss the homework you gave me last Friday. Come with me please."
Ron looked nervously at Harry and Hermione. His best friend shrugged. "You go, I'll take her," he said, suspending the dazed girl.
He nodded, gulped, and followed the teacher around the corner. Harry watched them go and looked around tentatively.
Hermione mumbled something, her face confused. Harry looked at the empty classroom across the hall and pulled her inside.
"I don't need to go to the hospital wing-" Jazz said, shaking her head. If this really was a dream, she could at least make it make sense.
"Good, cause I don't know where it is."
"And I'm sorry…what?" she asked, turning around and looking at him.
"Hey Jazz."
"What did you just say?" Jazz supported herself, pulling away from Harry, her eyes large as she tried to figure it out.
"I kind of figured who you were when you got all hypervenilatey on me, or him should I say," he said, shrugging.
"What?" she whispered.
"Jazz, it's me Danny."
As soon as he said it, she knew it had to be true. Who else would know? "Danny!" She jumped onto him, hugging him tightly.
Danny was extremely confused. How in the heck was it possible for him and Jazz to be here? Wherever here was.
She pulled away, tears in her eyes. "Danny, what's going on? I thought this was a dream, but now you're here," she said really fast. "I didn't know what to do."
"So you decided to faint?" he asked, grinning.
She punched him on the arm.
"Ow, what was that for?" he asked, recoiling.
"Because you're a smart ass," she said bluntly, her hands on her hips.
He laughed. "I was just kidding."
She punched him again, this time harder.
"Ow! Now what was that for?" he asked, not pretending it didn't hurt.
"What did you do? Why are we here?"
"What do you mean, what did I do? You think I caused this?" he yelled.
"Well, it wouldn't surprise me with the way your powers work," Jazz shouted back. She gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth.
"My powers? You think my powers can do th-" His eyes grew large and he froze. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing," she replied sweetly, wishing that she could take that moment back. She hoped it would work-
"Jazz…" He looked lost for words. She broke down, sighing.
"Okay, okay. I know your secret Danny. It's okay, you're a ghost, I get it," she confessed.
He closed his eyes. "How long have you known?"
"Since you transformed in the alley a few months ago. You saved me from Spectra, and I decided to not to let you know that I knew. I wasn't going to tell anyone," she said.
He looked away. How could he be so clueless to something like that? How could he not possibly figure out that she knew? All the times…
"Danny, listen. It's okay. I promise I won't tell anyone," she said, lying her hand on his shoulder…
They heard a laugh come from the ceiling suddenly and both jumped. The bodiless voice was something he automatically despised.
"Reader!" Danny yelled, recognizing the evil cackle.
Reader appeared and floated down beside them, staring at Danny. She pulled his face inward, getting right up there supernaturally fast.
"Your eyes were blue. Now they're green. You're supposed to have the same color eyes. When you go into your character, you're supposed to have your eyes." She looked at Jazz. "Hers are the same color." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jazz look around for something excitedly.
"And just what do you think you're doing in here? You're supposed to be getting ready for Divination," Reader said. She turned to him. "And then you have the-"
"Yeah, and can you tell me how that works? Where are we?" Danny interrupted.
"You're in the book of course. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to be precise. You each have to fill the lives of the characters you're in. If you don't, the book changes. If you do, you can go home."
"Reader, why are you doing this?" Jazz asked, coming up behind her brother.
Reader swept over to her. "I thought maybe we could be friends. I will not go my whole high school life without a friend. And I will not go the whole year being called just "Poindexter's sister," she said disgusted.
Danny gasped. "You said you didn't know a Poindexter," he said.
"When did I say that?"
"This morning when I asked you," he said.
"I don't even know you. We haven't actually met," Reader said.
"What? We were just talking this morning!" Danny exclaimed. Then it hit him; Reader didn't understand that Danny was the ghost she had met earlier.
"Finish the book, the way it is written, and you can go home. In the meantime, I'm going to go visit your bodies. Don't ask me why," she said, ignoring his outburst. She giggled and vanished into thin air.
"Reader, wait! I don't know how the story goes!" he shouted. But Reader had disappeared, gone somewhere else.
He yelled in frustration. "I don't know how the story goes…" he said miserably. "Not to mention what Harry's life is like from the lovely five pages that I got to read."
"I do," Jazz said quietly.
Hee hee. I fixed a bit in this one too. So, now we have some action here. And a lot more fun for the next chapter. Oh, and by the way; I used both details from the book and movie for the description of the school.
Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!
Chapter Four: Duel
"Look what you did now," Jazz accused, trembling. "I told you we were going to get into trouble, and not to mention, that you changed the book. Harry doesn't have ghost powers!"
"Where are we?" Danny asked, looking around. The teacher (Professor McGonagall) that had led them here was gone, leaving the two alone in a strange room.
The room was filled with paintings of old teachers (Jazz knew they were old headmasters) that were staring at them and there was a small bird sitting over in the corner. There were also several strange objects set in different places around the room.
"Have you been listening to me at all?" Jazz shouted, curious about the room as well, but more concerned about what would happen to them. "Harry does not have ghost powers!"
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