Morning! Evening, whatever time it is that you read this! I'm back with five new edits for you. And here's the chapter where things get even more messed up. Enjoy!
Thanks to chapter six's reviewers:
Pengun, Paulina must die x2, Bonnie Mizuhara, Straying Life, Rainstorm Amaya
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.
Previously In Fiction: So far, Jazz and Danny have made it through the book without changing much. But frustration rises to a high for both Ron and Danny; resulting in Reader adding Tucker into the mix so that the character won't get much more suspicious.
Fiction
Chapter Six
Joining
"Tucker?" Danny asked again. Ron looked the same; red hair and lopsided grin. Except his eyes…his eyes were a deep greenish blue color and looked shocked.
Danny climbed out of bed and rushed over to him. Ron sat up in bed, staring all around, confused.
"Do I know you?" he asked. "Oh, my god, you're-" He slapped his head, muttering something to himself that sounded like, "Wake up, wake up, wake up."
There was a giggle above them, interrupting his reply and Reader appeared, floating while she cackled. "Morning boys," she taunted. She sat down on the windowsill, staring at them both.
"What do you want Reader?" Danny asked bitterly.
"To congratulate you. Good match. For once you didn't change the book. Which (her eyes narrowed) I'm surprised you didn't. Which is why I brought you a gift." She pointed to Ron.
"You didn't-" Danny began.
Reader laughed maniacally. "Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, I did." Continuing to laugh, she disappeared in a whirl of smoke.
"Damn it," Danny cursed. He turned to Tucker, now in Ron's body and sighed.
The door of the dormitory opened and Jazz as Hermione walked in, holding a very, fat, ugly furball in her arms.
"Morning," she said brightly. Then she saw how Ron was looking utterly confused and Danny was up. "Is something wrong?"
"Are you supposed to be in here?" Danny asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"I can be. Besides, why do you care?" she replied.
"Do you always have to be so nosy?" he retorted.
"Do you always have to be such a smart ass?" Jazz snapped back.
"Jazz, Danny?" Ron asked.
"What?" both siblings said at the same time. Jazz clapped a hand to her mouth.
"How does he know-" She stopped and hit Danny on the arm again. "You told him didn't you? After everything Dumbledore's trying to do for us? How could you do that!"
"Can you go a day without hitting me?" Danny growled, rubbing his arm. "And thank you very much, I had nothing to do with it, Reader did, that's Tucker."
"Why am I here?" Tucker asked, his hands fidgeting with the soft, white sheets.
"Oh, sorry," Jazz said to Danny quickly, sounding like she didn't really mean it of course. "So Reader sent him here too?"
"Apparently," he answered.
"Wait, wait, wait. I can't be here. I don't know how the book goes," he complained.
"Join the club," he muttered.
"Great. Now I'm stuck with you two idiots. Why couldn't Sam have come? Hasn't she read the book?" Jazz asked.
"Sam? Probably. She's into the sci-fi stuff," Danny replied.
"Since when do you know all about her?" Jazz asked.
"Since Ember made-"
"Tucker, shut up," Danny said, before he said what he knew he would.
Suddenly, the furball in Jazz's arms moved.
"What in the heck is that?" Tucker asked.
"It's a cat. His name is Crookshanks. Isn't he adorable?" Jazz asked, smushing her face into the pile of fur.
"That thing is a cat?" Danny asked, disbelieving.
"Yes. Ugh…you're just like them," she groaned, shaking her head.
"Like who?"
"Harry and Ron. Ironic if you think about our current situation actually. Come on and get dressed, I'll wait for you in the common room," Jazz instructed, petting what Danny figured was the cat's head. (It sure didn't look like one.)
"Why?" Tucker asked.
"Number one: You can't walk around in your pajamas all day. And number two, it's Monday."
"So?" Danny asked.
"So, we've got class."
"What?" he exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it. Harry and Ron don't really participate anyways. Dunderheads. I know our schedule and know where the classes are," Jazz explained proudly.
"How many times have you read-" Tucker started.
"Don't ask Tucker," Danny warned.
Jazz rolled her eyes. "Get dressed." She turned around and left the room.
"Your sister's insane, I swear," Tucker announced.
Danny sighed. "You have no idea."
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"Are you going to eat today?" Jazz snapped, pushing a plate of toast towards her brother.
"Yes, mom," Danny replied, taking a bit of the cinnamon topped bread, graciously. His stomach thanked him by growling.
"This stupid collar is annoying," Tucker said irritably, trying to pull it away from his neck.
"What's annoying is that it's the fourth time you've complained about it," Jazz said.
Tucker growled like a cat. "Geez, does someone need a Midol this morning?"
Danny choked on his toast as he burst into laughter. Jazz glared daggers at him, and then remained moodily silent.
Coughing for the last time, Danny turned to face his sister. "Seriously, Tucker's got a point. What's wrong with you?"
"We have Divination first," she muttered.
"What's Divination?" Tucker asked with his mouth full.
"It's this really stupid subject where we try to "clear our aura so we can see the future." Professor Trelawney just gets on my nerves."
Danny was slightly shocked. Jazz? Dislike a class? He was eager to see how she'd react when they got there. Jazz of all people…this class had to be good.
She stood up huffily and then raised an eyebrow when they didn't follow, throwing a bag over her shoulder that looked like it weighed about a hundred pounds.
"Let's go!" she said impatiently.
Danny climbed out, brushing crumbs off of his robes, but Tucker remained sitting, throwing her a dark look.
"I'm not done eating."
Jazz smiled. "Fine, you see what they do to you if you're late."
Tucker stood up abruptly. "I'm done." The two siblings laughed and then Jazz literally rushed out of the Great Hall.
"You know, for acting like you hate this, you're certainly in a hurry to get there," Danny pointed out. He and Tucker were having trouble trying to keep up with Jazz's long strides.
"I'd just rather get this over with," she said, not slowing down.
"Come on Jazz. It can be that bad," Danny said.
Jazz threw back her head and let out the most evil laugh he had ever heard his sister emit. "You have no idea what you're about to witness."
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Danny and Tucker found out.
Professor Trelawney had frizzy, blonde-brown hair that stuck out like a cartoon's hair did when it was electrocuted. Her large glasses magnified her eyes to triple their size they should be. She had more bracelets and heavy amulets and pendants that they were sure was illegal. Overall, Danny thought she looked like a bug more than a human.
"Now that we're finished with tea leaves, the Spirits have suggested we move on to palmistry," she said, her voice deep and silky.
"The Spirits? Ha, you mean the voices in her head?" Jazz said, very loudly.
Danny and Tucker stared eyed wide, sharing the same wooden, circular table as she was. Was Jazz trying to draw attention to herself? From all they'd witnessed, wasn't Hermione, the brilliant, brightest, smartest witch of their year, the one who was every teacher's favorite and the one who enjoyed classes?
Professor Trelawney obviously didn't hear her, because she continued. Danny was shocked at this; Jazz had said it in a normal voice, if even louder.
"Please open your guide books to page three thirty six," she said.
Danny froze. He hadn't brought anything with him and judging by the look on Tucker's (well Ron's) face, neither had he.
Jazz rolled her eyes again and handed them two light, blue-green, hardback books.
"Now, turn to face your partner and read their hands, using the clues given in the books," she said, staring around at the students. "Broaden your minds my dears!"
Tucker held up a finger and twirled it around his ear in wide circles, and then put on an innocent facial expression when he thought the crazy teacher was looking.
Danny laughed, yawning with slight boredom. Besides Trelawney, the class was proving to be rather dull.
"This is total rubbish," Jazz said suddenly.
Danny shook his head, choosing to ignore her. He looked around and was relieved to see that the oddball woman was watching other students behind him.
"Does anybody else think she's crazy?" Tucker whispered.
Jazz laughed, then stopped. "Quick, give me your hand," she said, looking over behind Danny and grabbing his hand.
"Can I help anyone with finding your futures?" she asked, coming up behind him.
She placed a bracelet adorned arm on his shoulder and that's when it happened.
A sharp pain shot through Danny's head and he closed his eyes and a scream thundered in his head, his ears suddenly sharper with hearing. There was a loud growl and something from the shadows howled--
Jazz pulled her hand away as Danny shouted out in pain. He opened his eyes and breathed heavily, staring around as if frightened.
"Are you okay?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said quick as Trelawney's eyes pored into his.
"Mr. Potter, did you just have a premonition?" she asked, her voice suddenly deeper and mysterious. By now, the entire class was watching them.
"No, must be getting a migraine," he said, nervously.
She stared into his eyes and cocked her head. "You seem different……"
The three froze.
"You're not yourself…" She turned her head, looking at all of them closely, her eyes huge. "Neither of you three are. Something has taken your place…"
"What are you talking about?" Jazz asked, trying to stay calm, but there was a tremble in her voice.
"Something has come. You're not them," she said. Professor Trelawney's eyes narrowed as she stared at them.
At that moment, the bell rang, but the students remained still.
"You are all dismissed," she said. "I will find out what has happened." With that, she disappeared into a small office, making her exit as dramatic as physically possible as she nearly floated into the other room.
Many students stared at them as they packed their things away and then walked down out of the room.
"I knew this would happen," Jazz said, biting her lip in panic. "We're in a castle full of wizards and witches, all of whom are rather powerful. Of course someone would notice, even someone like her."
"Come on, let's get out of here," Danny suggested, rubbing his temples with his fingers.
They stood up and carried their things out of the room, beginning to climb down a winding stair filled tower.
"What happened to you in there?" Tucker asked once they were away from it.
"I have no idea," Danny replied. He was as lost as anybody. It was the second time he'd seen the same vision. The first had been during the Quidditch match when the Dementors had attacked.
"What do you think Jazz?" he asked.
There was no reply.
"Jazz?" Danny turned around. But there was no one there.
"Where'd she go?"
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Sam flipped through the pages of the book, searching for what she had no clue. The pages in the book Jazz had been reading kept turning on their own and she was getting officially freaked out considering her two best friends and his sister were unconscious.
A sudden giggle sent cold chills down Sam's back. She turned around to see a ghost sitting in midair, smiling down at her.
"Reader, right?" she guessed, holding up her guard.
"Correct."
"Why are you doing this? What's wrong with them?" she snapped fast.
"If the ghost kid would actually pretend as if he were intelligent, this probably would have never happened. And, they're in the book, like they have been for about an hour now. Of course, in the books it's been about three days. Time is sped up in the book."
"Why did you send them? They haven't read the book, all except for Jazz," Sam said, feeling herself getting angrier.
"Have you?"
"Yeah, I like Harry Potter," she said.
Reader smiled. "Then next time, I'll send you. Right now, all of the main character girls aren't available."
"What's wrong with Danny? He was fine before."
"Oh, he'll wake up here sometime soon."
"I'm already awake, Reader," said a voice.
Sam jumped and swirled around to see Danny rising off the floor, glaring at the girly ghost. He looked seriously ticked off.
"Danny, are you okay?" she asked, sliding towards him.
"No."
"Sorry about the whole you don't have powers thing except in the book. I was supposed to send all of you into the book. It kind of didn't work," she said. "But maybe next time it will work."
"There won't be a next-"
He cut off midsentence, hearing something. Rushing to the window, he pressed his face to the glass and then gasped.
"Danny, what's wrong?" Sam asked. But then she heard it too. A car door slamming; two adult voices, muffled as it filtered through the window, but still clearly obvious.
"My parents," he groaned.
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"Jazz?" Danny asked, turning around.
"Where did she go?" Tucker asked.
"I'm right here," said a voice.
Tucker and Danny jumped out of their skins, yelling in fright. Jazz stood in front of them, and they hadn't seen her come up to them.
"Jeez, what are you trying to give us a heart attack?" Tucker asked, breathing heavily.
Jazz toyed with something underneath the collar of her shirt and Danny saw a gold chain hanging around her neck.
"What's that?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Nothing," she said.
"Jazz," he said.
"It's nothing. It will just help me-" Suddenly she stopped.
"What?"
Jazz grinned after a moment. "I think I just solved all of our problems. I think I know how to get us home!"
I'm starting to enjoy this one again, ha ha. Not that I didn't before. But after I finished it, it kind of wore off on me. That's probably why I haven't updated Fiction 2 in a while. But I will get around to updating that one fortunately come March.
Well, please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!
Chapter Seven: Jazz's Mistake
"Having ghost powers has its advantages," Danny said.
Jazz laughed. "You're a lucky one. I'll admit that."
"I'm just glad I didn't have to go," Tucker said.
"Why?" Danny asked.
"Two words. I suck." He held up two fingers to prove his point.
"Tucker, people around here don't say that," Jazz exclaimed, making sure no one was behind them.
"I'm sorry I'm not Bri-ish," he said, bobbing his head as he talked. Danny laughed.
"Tucker!"
"Oh, well," he said.
Lateraina Wolf