Howdy! Okay, only two more chapters for today's editing list. It's actually harder than it looks. I guess it would help if I wrote it better, huh? Ha ha, gotta love it.
Thanks to chapter four's reviewers!
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Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.
Previously In Fiction: Danny and Jazz? Living the tough life as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger because of Reader's spell and forced to stay inside the third book until it's finished. So what is wrong with Danny's powers and why is he still at home and in the book at the same time?
Fiction
Chapter Four
Duel
"You know how the book ends, that's great, cause the more I know, the better I feel," Danny said sarcastically. In reality, he really was glad that she was here. He'd spent the better half of the morning wondering what the heck was going on. He figured it was all some strange dream that he'd had because that had been the last thing on his mind.
Didn't he wish that now…?
"Danny, listen to me. We follow the book, we're done. That's what that girl said," Jazz said.
"I knew I should have captured her," Danny said angrily, not really paying attention.
"Look, I've read the book about a hundred times. I'll tell you what to do and everything," Jazz said. "Harry…well, Harry isn't the best character to portray, but you'll get it."
He didn't say anything.
"We can do this. From what I've seen so far, we're at least close to Halloween, or somewhere after it I think." They both jumped as thunder crashed overhead, growing louder and more continuous as they stood there in silence.
"I don't feel normal," Danny admitted after a moment.
"Well, this isn't exactly normal here," Jazz pointed out.
"I meant I just feel different," he said, giving her a look.
"We have to get through this. It's probably because we're in different "bodies." Just deal with it for a while, it's probably nothing."
But Danny had a feeling it wasn't just nothing.
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"Sometimes I wonder if she's insane," Ron said, a half an hour later. The three of them sat in Gryffindor tower, in the red velvet chairs Danny thought were extremely comfortable.
Finally someone who understands….he thought, trying hard not to laugh in front of his sister. Jazz was reading an extremely large book excitedly, awed at the things she was learning.
He couldn't imagine how this could be his sister. Instead of her long red hair, she had shorter brown curls. And like him she wore robes and red colors and a tie; the Gryffindor school uniform. Danny had seen them before in the Harry Potter movie; he'd only watched the second one though, and he could barely remember some of the things he had seen.
And Ron. Ron was like an English version of Tucker, except less techno-geek and more wizard like. So far, he was having some good conversations with him, most of which he didn't understand of course, but they were at least funny.
"Yeah, I know," he agreed. His voice was so different; English and deeper. He still had yet to see himself as well. Not that he didn't already know. Jazz had posters all over her walls of the teen actor that she completely idolized.
They both ended up laughing anyway and she looked up.
"What?" she asked, staring at them both, her eyes narrowed.
"Nothing," he lied as sweetly as possible. But Ron couldn't hold it in any longer; he cracked up in his chair, then sat up straight.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I left my book in McGonagall's room," he realized.
"Let's go get it," she suggested, jumping up from her chair.
"A little eager aren't we?" Ron asked, staring up at her oddly.
"Well, you have homework that's due don't you?" Jazz explained quickly, making an excuse to her sudden excitement.
"Yeah, but-" Ron began.
"Ronald Weasley you are going to complete your homework for once okay?" Jazz asked.
Ron leaned over to Harry, putting a hand over his mouth so she couldn't read his lips, and muttered, "Can we throw her out the window on the way?" Danny laughed.
Jazz laid her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "What did you say Ron?" she asked, with fake anger.
"Nothing. I said, let's go get it," Ron replied, trying to keep a straight, innocent face.
Ron stood up with her, and Danny followed, continuing to laugh. They began walking, and exited out through a large painting of an extremely fat woman in a large pink dress, and then started walking down the long hallway, turning a corner after about five minutes.
Her brother and Ron were arguing over which American superhero was better, a conversation Jazz had no idea why had been brought up. Danny sided with Superman, while Ron sided with Batman.
Jazz was listening so intently to Harry ad Ron, astounded by how her brother could talk to a stranger so normally as if they'd been friends forever, and she smacked right into someone walking the other direction.
"Sor-" she began.
"Oooh, I've got mudblood on me," said a voice.
Jazz froze. She knew that voice, that cold, drawling voice that belonged to a certain enemy of Harry…
Ron swished around angrily and Harry followed. A vague memory of the movie flashed through his head as he recalled what "mudblood" meant.
Draco Malfoy, wearing a sling on his arm that had bandages poking out from it, was flunked by Crabbe and Goyle, and all were laughing harshly.
"Go jump off a tower Malfoy. The world will be a better place without you," Ron yelled furiously.
"How would you know Weasley? It's not like you can afford to see it," Draco spat back.
Ron prepared to spring and Jazz, knowing he would, latched onto his arm to stop him. Danny, following, did the same.
"Shove off Malfoy," he said harshly. Jazz giggled quietly. It was hard to believe it was Danny. He was acting like the character like he'd actually read the book before. Even though she knew he hadn't.
"What are you going to do about it Potter? Faint every time a Dementor comes near?"
Yeah, if I knew what the hell a Dementor was… Danny thought, thinking it was a poor insult anyway.
The blonde haired boy was starting to annoy him. Ron seethed with fury beside him; his sister was even tense.
"When you pull all the hair from you ass, then you can talk to me," Danny said. Within the next second, Jazz burst out laughing; Ron was on the floor, completely overcome with his own laughter.
Draco stopped grinning in those few seconds and reached down into his robes, bringing out a long, wooden wand.
Ron stood up, pulling out his own, but Draco wasn't interested in him anymore.
"You're never going to get anywhere hanging out with the poor and the Mudblood. I'm going to laugh when you fall desperately to the Lord," Draco said. He pulled his wand back, then forward. "Dicento!"
Danny put his hands in front of him to protect the bright purple light that shot towards him, closing his eyes. He heard a gasp and opened them again to see-
A green box appeared, big enough to hover over all three of them, shining brightly, and the light from the incantation hit it and bounced back and hit Malfoy instead.
He gasped, recognizing it, but how was it possible? His ghost powers worked here? He'd had his ghost powers the whole time?
He turned towards Jazz and Ron, whose eyes were both wide; Jazz's in shock and fear, Ron's in admiration and surprise.
There was a weird noise and they turned back. Draco's skin was slowly turning purple, but they didn't get the chance to look at it clearly. Supported by Crabbe and Goyle, they ran the other direction, dragging Malfoy along.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked, grabbing his hand and looking at his palm.
"I- I'm not sure," he replied shakily, glancing in Jazz's direction nervously.
"If you have powers that's awesome," Ron said. "I mean, the whole Parseltongue thing was weird, but this is just awesome."
Jazz sighed angrily. "Harry could get into so much trouble. We need to get out here or we'll get into even more trouble. No magic in corridors; if someone figures that you were fighting, we'll get detention or suspended. Luckily, we're the only ones that saw that," she said. She looked around as if to make sure.
"Ignore her mate. Can you show me how you did that?" Ron asked after her intensive monologue. Danny listened, giving a shrug, but looked over at his sister.
She was mouthing words to him. "You just changed the book." And he bit his lip, looking down.
Swell.
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"Danny, where are your powers?" Sam asked.
"I know where they are," Reader taunted. She giggled maniacally. "Feel a little different? I figured it out at last what you were. I just saw you in chapter nine, just before-" she began.
"Reader, what are you talking about?" Danny asked. He felt oddly weak.
"You're in the book silly," Reader grinned.
"What?" he said, his voice barely audible as he realized…something about it was not quite right, but it had to have been.
"Harry Potter stupid. You and your sister. Use your brain for once and think about it. Why do you think your powers are gone?"
"You took my powers away?" Danny asked angrily.
"No. They're just in the other you," Reader answered, laughing mischievously.
"What other me?"
"Aren't you half ghost? Think about it would you? Sorry, but you're human here. You were actually supposed to go in the book, but oh well. It works either way," Reader said.
"Okay, even now I'm confused," Tucker announced.
"Don't you get it!" Reader snapped impatiently. All three said nothing and she sighed, exasperated. "Your human half stayed here. So where do you think your ghost half went?"
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"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!"
"You think I knew that was going to happen?" he asked, finally paying attention to her.
"Well, you shouldn't have gotten angry. Malfoy's always like that," she scolded. "And now look what happened."
"I was defending you! Next time I won't bother," he said angrily.
"Danny, I didn't mean it like that," she said gently.
"Danny is quite a different name to call someone whose normal name is Harry," said a voice. Both siblings jumped, and Jazz gasped.
Albus Dumbledore stood in front of them. He had extremely long silvery white hair and beard, and small glasses that covered comical eyes that seemed to twinkle in the light.
"Professor Dumbledore," Jazz breathed, catching her breath.
So this was Dumbledore. Now Danny recognized the elder man. He was the Headmaster at Hogwarts, and a very loyal and wise ally of Harry's.
And if he could help them…
"Sit down, please. Would you like anything to eat?" he asked, offering them a plate of what looked like biscuits.
"No thanks," Jazz replied sweetly.
Danny didn't say anything. Just let Jazz do the talking….
But Dumbledore was staring straight at him and he had the slight feeling he was reading his mind. And from what Danny had seen from the magic powers this school had with all of its spells and potions, it was certainly possible. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Now, I have received very strange information from Professor McGonagall," he said, sincerely staring down at them.
"Please sir-" Jazz began.
He held out his hand, stopping her. "I just want to know what's going on," he said calmly. "And if whatever you tell me is believable, then I shall believe you."
"Then you probably won't want to hear our explanation," Danny muttered to himself. Dumbledore stared at him, and he blushed, looking down again.
"Please explain," he said with a smile.
"Well, we're not the real Hermione and Harry. My name's Jazz and this is my younger brother Danny. We were somehow zapped here by this ghost named Reader." Jazz explained, extremely fast and in one breath. But she had left out the other part on purpose. How do you explain to someone that they're living the life of a book? Not something you hear everyday, she was sure.
"I see," Dumbledore said calmly, taking this in better than Danny was at least. "And then you would be…Danny Phantom, right?"
He stood up straighter, his eyes widening, and at last decided to speak. "How did you know-"
"I'm a Headmaster of a school. I make it my duty to know the latest on every different parallel world. You're the talk of this "Ghost Zone."
Danny was impressed, and creeped out sort of. Jazz glanced between them for a moment and then couldn't take the silence anymore.
"So you knew who we were when we came?" she asked.
"No, I just heard some strange news, and then you explained how you arrived. I believe you and Mr. Malfoy got into an argument?" He stared at Danny, and he looked down guiltily. "Well, apparently some things never change. Mr. Potter himself seems to have a problem with that young man as well. But that doesn't matter. We need to get you home as soon as possible. Today is the thirteenth of November."
"That's what day it is in our world as well," Jazz said.
"I was assuming. What I need you to do while I figure this out is to try to act as normal as possible. I believe, "Miss Granger" can assist you in this. I shall talk to this Reader ghost, and we'll try to get you home. In the meantime, since classes are over, I suggest you head over to the common room and get an umbrella," Dumbledore said, standing up again and walking over to his large desk.
Jazz nodded and took Danny's hand. Dumbledore gave them one last look and then wrote something down on his desk in a feathered quill. Jazz led him out of the room and down the strange, spiral staircase that moved them downwards.
"Apparently I was wrong on the date, sorry. That would mean, we're in chapter nine," Jazz said. She slapped herself on the head.
"What?" Danny asked.
"I'm trying to think of what happens in this chapter," she said. They came out of the room and into a large hallway.
Two red haired boys neared them, their voices growing louder as they approached, and getting excited as they both recognized who they thought was Harry and Hermione.
"Harry, let's go, Oliver's going to kill us!" Fred Weasley instructed.
"Oh, no!" Jazz cried randomly. She slapped her hand over her mouth.
"What's wrong with you?" George asked. He held a broom in his hand and was twirling it around in circles.
"I know what happens now," Jazz said. She went pale, her eyes wide.
"What?" Danny asked.
"We can't stand here all day, Wood's probably going mad," Fred announced.
"Hermione, do you mind?" George asked.
"What?" Danny demanded again, ignoring the twins.
"The-"
"Let's go play some Quidditch mate," Fred cheered.
"We're so gonna win," George said. "Against that bloody Hufflepuff team. Rain or snow, we'll get it done, right?"
"Cause we've got the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen."
Danny felt the blood drain out of his face, understanding at last. The two boys shook their heads at his reluctance and grabbed his arms, dragging him away.
Jazz was helpless to do anything. She stood there and watched as her brother was pulled helplessly around the corner.
Danny didn't know how to play Quidditch.
Ha ha, now that is evil. That is how you torture characters. Hee hee. So, anyway, one more chapter and then I'm done with five edits for today. You'll get the next five chapters tomorrow hopefully and then the remaining four on Friday. Then next week I start in with Ghost Gal and Hotel Paper.
So, please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!
Chapter Five: Cheating With The Life
"But-" she started.
"Think about this." He paused for effect. "If you must, cheat in the life. If you don't have to, don't. But there's always a chance for getting ahead." He walked away, smiling.
What in the heck was that supposed to mean? Was that supposed to help? She decided not to try and figure out Dumbledore's odd insanities for the moment and focus on more pressing matters.
She took a few breaths, feeling lightheaded. This wasn't happening. Danny and Dumbledore didn't know what was going to happen in the match. No one did but her. Nobody knew about the Dementors……
Lateraina Wolf