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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: Things get a tad bit easier for Danny now that Tucker's in the book, but worse for the actual Harry Potter characters when a Divination class takes a turn and the psychic Professor Trelawney claims to know their inside personas. But Jazz has an idea that could get them out of the book without worry.
Fiction
Chapter Seven
Jazz's Mistake
Danny and Tucker paused for a minute, glanced at each other, then burst into laughter. Jazz placed her hands on her hips.
"What's so funny?" she demanded, annoyed.
Her brother caught the look on her face and stopped laughing instantly. "You were serious?"
"Yes," she said insistently. They stared expectantly, eyes wide and exchanged glances again. Jazz looked around, and her eyes caught an empty classroom at the bottom of the tower stairwell. "Follow me," she ordered, beginning to lead them to it. They rushed down the stairs, and into the room, and she closed the door quickly behind them.
"Jazz, what is this all about?" Danny asked, stepping close to her.
Heart beating wildly against her chest, Jazz took two trembling fingers and reached down her robe collar and grasped the gold chain around her neck. Pulling on it, she brought out a large pendant, an hour glass surrounded by two gold circles with handles like that of which on a watch.
"What is that?" Danny asked, reaching for the gold object.
Remembering a part from the movie, and not caring whether it wasn't supposed to happen yet or not, she smacked his hand and he recoiled, glaring at her. She laughed to herself.
"Ow," he said defensively.
"Shouldn't you of all people know not to touch things that you don't know what they do?" she teased. He made a face at her.
"What is that?" Tucker asked, making sure he kept his hands back.
She smiled, holding it out so they could at least view it better. "This is a Time Turner. I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but luckily, J.K. Rowling doesn't include many details about what happens while walking to other classes. In the book, Hermione Granger uses it to take all the classes she has."
"How?"
"When you spin it backwards, it resets time, or basically, it allowed her to be in two places at once," she said, keeping her voice as quiet as possible.
"Cool," both boys said together.
"Yeah, but how is that going to help us?" Danny asked, staring up at her.
"We've been here what, four days?" she asked. "Well, Danny and I have been here four, you've only been here one, but that's not the point." They nodded. "If I turn it enough times, it can send us back four days, and out of the book," she said. "To when Reader sent us here."
Both boys' eyes were wide, this time with excitement. She herself, was slightly proud with her discovery.
"Do you think it will work?" Danny asked, eager about the new idea but still slightly wary.
"Of course it will, it was my idea wasn't it?" she bragged, teasing. He rolled his eyes in reply. "But I don't want to do it right now."
"What?"
"Why?"
"I need to work on a few kinks first," she said.
"Kinks? I'm starting to have bad feelings about this," Danny admitted.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "Trust me."
"Shouldn't we talk to Dumbledore about this?" he asked.
"We don't need to worry him. Besides, if it works, then he won't have anything to worry about anymore," she said. She checked her watch as she hid the Time Turner back underneath her robes. "We have to get to Charms class."
As they began walking, Danny caught up to Jazz's long strides and stuck by her side, waiting for a minute while he gathered his thoughts. Finally-
"What classes exactly do we have today?"
"Divination, Charms, Astronomy, then a small little study hall," she replied.
"Astronomy?" he asked, tripping over the floor in shock, but managing to stay on his feet. Tucker snorted, only a few feet behind them.
She smiled at him. Her brother was fascinated by space. "Yep." For the first time in what seemed like days, she saw her brother's unfamiliar, but true smile, and a small weight lifted off her chest.
"What else?" Tucker asked.
"Well, lunch, and then…potions," she added, quieter, looking down.
"Let me guess, another class you don't like?" he asked.
"No." It was Danny who replied.
Jazz turned to him, and was surprised. Then she remembered that he'd seen the first two movies at least. He knew about the trouble that awaited him in Professor Snape's class.
"Professor Snape, the teacher, doesn't really like me, well, Harry that is," he replied.
"Oh."
Jazz sighed and stopped to face them. "Hopefully, I'll have the information I need ready so Danny doesn't have to deal with it."
"You couldn't have thought about this before I had to play Quidditch?" Danny suddenly asked, remembering all the heck he'd been through.
"You had to play Quidditch?" Tucker asked, laughing.
"Shut up," Danny said.
"I'm sorry… But after I find out the info, we can go home."
"I hope you're right," he said, still tentative about the whole time travel thing.
"I'm Jazmine Fenton. I'm always right," she said. "Now come on, we're going to be late."
"Did you win?" Tucker asked.
As the three turned the corner, they didn't notice the black robed, long black haired man watching them.
"Jazmine Fenton. Then I wonder what happened to Miss Hermione Granger," Professor Snape said darkly before spinning on his heels and walking away without a backwards glance.
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Danny froze, unsure of what to do. He flipped around, turning to Reader.
"Oooh, that's gonna be bad. I'm outta here," she said, disappearing.
As the door started to swing open, he formed a plan. "Sam, can you distract my parents?" he asked his Goth best friend.
"How long?" she whispered.
"I'll drag Jazz and Tucker up to my room. Tell them I'm upstairs playing video games with Tucker. And Jazz is at the library. I'll hurry. Keep them preoccupied as long as possible," he said.
"Okay."
Sam rushed to the front door as Jack and Maddie Fenton were pulling off their winter coats and gloves.
"Hello, Sam," Maddie greeted, smiling at her.
"Hi," she said back, clearing her throat awkwardly. They walked into the kitchen.
"Where's Danny and Jazz? We have loads to show them," Jack said, carrying a large, white box.
"Jazz went to the library," she replied.
"Really? I thought I saw her car parked out front," Maddie interrupted.
Sam coughed nervously. "She said something about studying with a friend. She must have picked her up."
"Oh, okay," Maddie said.
She sighed silently in relief. "Danny and Tucker are upstairs. Tucker's got a new toy for his PDA," she said, pretending to be annoyed.
Maddie laughed, shaking her head. "Boys and their electronics. Did they eat dinner?"
"I don't know. Probably," she answered.
"They had dinner at the seminar, but it was old fashioned horse and deer meat, so Jack and I declined," she said. Jack made a face at this.
"Gross," Sam said, sickening at the thought. She was an ultro-reclyco vegetarian, and a strong one at that.
"Yeah, so we're going to have something here."
"Sam, do you want to see some of the merchandise we bought that resemble some of the Fenton inventions?" Jack asked eagerly.
"Jack's been in a utopia, hoping someone would listen to him," Maddie teased, setting a metal pan on the kitchen stove.
Sam remembered Danny words. She'd have to keep them busy somehow. "Sure," she said reluctantly, sitting down on the other side of the table.
Danny owed her big for this.
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"A supplementary skill for most wizards, is using wands. However, there are other ways of using magic. Can anyone give me an example?" the short, bearded Professor Flitwick lectured.
"Hermione's" hand shot up and Danny chuckled quietly. Some things never changed. You would think he would be used to it by now, but she still continually amazed him.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" he asked.
"The ability to create magic by will, using hand or other body part gestures," she answered.
"Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor," Professor Flitwick said, staring down at the students who had begun to snicker at the usage of "other body part gestures." They quieted down instantly. Jazz smiled, blushing a little.
"Which is precisely what we'll be practicing today," he continued. He referred to a large mirror in the center of the room. "Now what I want you to do is break it, using no wands. But before you do this, this process takes great concentration."
Danny thought about something suddenly. Hadn't he broken glass using…
"Now, once you have a clear visualization of how you're going to break it, each is unique to the wizard, such as a snap of the fingers or the blink of the eye, I want you to focus and center that energy on breaking the mirror."
He waited a couple of minutes as the students were thinking, then clapped his hands together. "Everyone ready?" Several students weren't sure, but ignored it and were ready to try. "Let's have a volunteer, other than Miss Granger to go first," he added. Jazz looked down, disappointed. No one raised their hands and he frowned. "Very well then, how about you Mr. Potter?" he suggested.
Danny looked up and then at the mirror. He could have a little fun with this…
He closed his eyes and cupped his hands together in a circle, and then sent a green ball of glowing, ectoplasmic energy into the mirror.
There was a great shattering noise as the mirror cracked and several pieces of glass rained onto the ground.
Some students gasped and Danny chanced looking at the teacher. To his surprise, Professor Flitwick was smiling.
"Brilliant work Mr. Potter! Well done! Ten points to Gryffindor," he prided. "And ten points to your house to anyone who breaks the mirror." He slipped a hand under his desk, and pulled out a wand, pointed it to the broken glass, and shouted, "Repairo!"
In a matter of seconds, the mirror was as good as new and Professor Flitwick had turned his attention to the other students. "Next!" he called.
While fellow classmates were trying their luck, encouraged by Danny's powers, Tucker gave him a high five and he looked at Jazz.
She shook her head, mouthing the words, "Cheater," but there was no mistaking the smile on her face. He grinned with himself and watched as the others tried.
So far, only one, Lavender Brown, had succeeded, out of three. (Her hands had been the center of power as she had closed her eyes and concentrated, then clapped them together. The mirror had turned white and then had shattered.)
"Miss Granger, your turn," Flitwick called.
Jazz smiled, closed her eyes and then pointed a finger at the mirror, and a bolt of white energy shot out from the tip and into the glass, shattering it.
"Excellent. Ten more points to Gryffindor."
At his words, the bell rang, and some of the students groaned in disappointment at not getting a turn.
"Don't worry class, we'll be practicing this all week. Homework: continue practicing. Class dismissed. Very impressive work today," Professor Flitwick cheered.
The three stood up and followed the other students out of the class, waiting until most of them were far ahead and out of earshot before speaking.
"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.
Jazz sighed and brought out a book from her backpack and started flipping through it. Danny (used to this) turned to Tucker, who was staring at Jazz, who was now absorbed in her book, but still able to walk.
"How is it she knows where the classes are and what they have and everything?" he asked, as she led them absentmindedly into a crowded hallway.
"She's insanely obsessed," Danny answered.
"I heard that," Jazz snapped.
She turned upstairs and pushed open a classroom door where some students were already waiting. They sat down in the third row. As soon as they did, the bell tolled.
Danny gazed upward and gasped. They were in some sort of tower, and like the Great Hall, you could clearly see the sky through a glass dome overhead. There was an extremely large telescope in the front of the room, and glass orbs all around the room, showing star filled galaxies in their centers.
A woman, obviously the teacher, came out of her office in the front of the class. She was older, around forty or fifty, and her brown hair had flecks of gray. She had gray eyes and for some odd reason, he was oddly reminded of his mother, Maddie.
"Morning," Professor Sinestra greeted cheerfully. She sat down at her desk, and stared at them, smiling. "Would anyone care to remind me again where we left off?"
At last a question Jazz didn't know. Danny watched as his sister bit her lip nervously.
Luckily, another student came to the rescue. Dean Thomas raised his hand, and replied, "Constellation Cancer."
"Yes, indeed," she said. She stood up and with a wand, wrote something in the air and out of nowhere, there appeared the star patterned crab, Cancer.
Danny felt his jaw drop as he watched the magical constellation glimmer. He could get used to this…
"Now that we've finished with Cancer, we can move on," she said. She moved her wand and the illusion changed shape, forming a different pattern. She watched the class again. "Anyone try to guess what constellation this is?"
Danny knew the answer, after studying the different points. He looked over at Jazz, and she nodded eagerly, signaling it was okay for him to answer.
With unsteadiness, he raised his hand shakily.
She looked up, and waited expectantly. Her eyes were wide slightly. Usually Harry didn't answer many questions (or right) unless forced to. Perhaps Miss Granger was rubbing off on him.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"That's Lyncis, or Lynx," he replied.
"Excellent. Five points to Gryffindor."
Jazz smiled. They'd earned forty five points for the Gryffindor house today. And Danny had amazingly done half of the work.
"Lyncis, its genitive name, is more commonly called the Lynx. It has a right ascension of 8 hours. The declination is 45 degrees." As she spoke, she wrote it on the board with chalk and the three followed everyone else and wrote it down, taking notes.
She paused, waiting for everyone to catch up and when Danny looked up after hurriedly taking notes, he saw her staring at him.
"Let's see Mr. Potter, you're the accurate one today. Can you answer these? Where is it visible, and when is it best visible?"
Danny thought back, and then remembered. "It's visible between latitudes of 90 and negative 35 degrees, and best seen in March, mostly at nine o'clock p.m."
"Very good," she said. She wrote it down on the chalkboard. "Five more points to Gryffindor."
"Okay, since we only have twenty minutes left, I'd like you to work on the homework, one page, front to back essay on the story of Lyncis and its special traits and qualities," she said. "You'll find more information in your books on page ninety one."
Some students groaned, but started reading and writing down anyways. The usual expectancy of any class really.
Danny opened the book, reading with (surprising) interest. Tucker pretended to, but was staring off into space (literally), and Jazz was flipping through the same book she had been reading in the hall.
After ten minutes had passed, Jazz suddenly exclaimed, a triumphant, "Yes!" very loudly. With everyone looking at her, she went very red, and muttered sorry very quietly. Professor Sinestra smiled at her, amused, and shrugged it off.
Ten minutes later, they were walking out of the room, when the astronomy professor called out, stopping the three of them before they were completely out.
"Impressive work today Mr. Potter, keep it up," she said proudly. "Keep it up."
"Thanks," Danny said awkwardly.
As soon as they left and then made sure no one was around, Jazz pulled them into an empty classroom.
"Great job Danny. The Gryffindors will appreciate it," she beamed.
"What was your little outburst for?" Tucker asked.
"I found a spell that will help take us home," she said, her fingers around her neck again. When Hermione's Time Turner was completely in view, Jazz breathed heavily in excitement.
"Are you ready?"
Danny smiled and nodded along with Tucker; even though he was getting used to Hogwarts and its many enchantments, he was certainly ready to go home. And he could take care of Reader, once and for all.
"Come here," she instructed, pulling out the long chain. They walked over to her and she threw the rest of the necklace around their necks, causing Tucker to stumble closer.
"That was my foot," Jazz snapped, trying desperately not to pull away from him. She reached down into Hermione's robes and brought out her willow and rose wand.
"Sorry. What's that for?" Tucker asked.
"It's a spell so I can make the dial turn on its own, cause I'm not going to turn it ninety six times," she explained.
Both boys remained silent, confused, and she sighed in annoyance. "Math skill boys. We've been here four days. Four times twenty four is ninety six."
"Oh," Danny said, still not getting it.
"Ready?" she asked, giving up on trying to get it to make sense to either of them. The two nodded and she sighed nervously. "Let's go home."
She pointed the wand at the Time Turner and said, "Spedio."
The Time Turner's hourglass started to spin, amazingly fast, going by in a whirl of gold color, zooming by over and over and over…
Tucker stopped looking. "That's gonna make me sick."
"Shut up! Dang it, I lost count!" she said frantically.
"You can count that?" Danny asked.
"Oh, no…" Jazz cried.
"Well, stop it!" he ordered.
Jazz's blue green eyes went wide. "I don't know the reversal spell," she gasped, as the Time Turner continued to spin.
"What?"
"What do we do?" Tucker asked. "Hello? What do we do?"
"Break away," Danny suggested.
"No, that could-" Jazz stopped.
"What?"
"I don't know, but it could do something worse," she said.
"Got any better ideas?"
"No, but-"
"We have to do it," he persisted.
Jazz bit her lip and then nodded at last.
Danny grasped the chain, tightening his grip. "One…two…three, now!"
He pulled away, snapping the gold chain and there was a flash of blinding light. Closing his eyes to shield them from the light, he felt the spinning stop as soon as it had started.
Chancing to open his eyes, he looked around with eye and first and gasped. Jazz and Tucker were no longer there, and he was in a different room completely.
Shivering with the chill of the room, he looked down to see a long, wooden wand inside his hand.
The room's temperature continued to drop and his breath cam out in puffs of air. Feeling the draft coming from behind him, he turned around slowly.
And a Dementor reached a skeletal, decaying hand to his throat.
Hee hee. That was one of my more wicked cliffhangers. I'd at least rate that one eleven out of the thousands I have.
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Chapter Eight: The Dementors
"Going somewhere Mr. Potter?" said a steely voice.
Danny whirled around, more at the voice than hearing the name, to see a black robed teacher, who had a large nose and greasy black hair standing behind him.
"Just walking by," he replied, clearing his throat.
"This is the third time I've caught you skulking around here," Snape said in a quiet, intimidating voice, his eyes referring to the statue. Danny took a quick glance at it. It was an odd, Halloween looking witch that only had one eye.
"I was just walking by," he said again.
"Another likely story. I swear to you-" the teacher said menacingly.
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