Hello again and welcome back! Yet another edit. Seven down, seven to go. Really eight if you count this one, but…then again, my math skills are about as horrible as Danny's are, so. Ha ha, I'm comparing myself to a cartoon character; that's a bit strange.

Thanks to chapter eight's reviewers:

Just Plain Insane, Caz33, Sahira Flame, Tuckers-Ghostly-Girl-xD

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

Previously In Fiction: Jazz's idea to use Hermione's Time Turner goes totally wrong and they must face the consequences of exactly what happened.

Fiction

Chapter Eight
The Dementors

Danny lurched away, terrified, but his mind was having second thoughts. Like at the Quidditch match, his vision blurred as a white fog entered his mind.

A full moon poked out from the night's clouds…there was a loud growling noise and the same howl, then a frightened and a girl's high pitched scream.

And then came a sudden emptiness, his view darkening. He heard someone calling, from far away, but he was falling…

"Harry!"

Danny sat up fast, as if awakened from a nightmare. He breathed heavily, feeling weak. He trembled, his head aching, trying to clear itself.

"Are you alright?" said a voice.

He looked around to see a man sit down beside him. He was young, but several features were stressed, his face wrinkled, his normally short, shaggy, blonde-brown hair gray streaked. The man also appeared to have been in a fight; there were scars from long scratches on his cheeks and forehead.

"Maybe. What happened, where am I?" he asked, staring around at the unfamiliar room.

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought when you fell to not remember where you are," Professor Lupin said, concerned.

"I'm just confused," he quickly thought up. That had been brilliant. He could at least try to make it sound convincing.

"Maybe we should take you to the Hospital Wing," he suggested.

"No, I'm okay," Danny insisted. He had to find Jazz and Tucker. Something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said. It was the same British voice he'd had. He was still Harry Potter. It had gone wrong…

"Well, Madam Pomfrey would have been infuriated anyhow. She despises me teaching you the Patronus," he said. "We'd better quit for today. Not as well as you have been doing, but we all have our up and down days. Can you stand?"

He held out a hand and Danny grabbed onto it, helping to pull him on his feet, which seemed a bit more difficult than he figured it to be. His whole body felt exhausted and weak. The teacher, looking just about the same as he felt, walked over to his desk quickly, picked something up, and then returned, handing it to him.

When he took it from him, he realized it was a large chocolate bar. Professor Lupin watched him, obviously wanting to him to eat it and making sure he ate it, and he took a bite and felt oddly stronger. He shoved the wand into his jeans pocket.

"I won't be able to make tomorrow's practice, so why don't we reschedule until next Monday, sound alright?" he asked.

Danny nodded, spotting a door and walking to it, trying to find words that maybe Harry would say. He couldn't think of anything and began to reach for the doorknob, when he spoke again.

"Oh, and by the way. Congratulations. I bet Gryffindor's never been prouder of their Seeker," Professor Lupin prided.

That comment totally lost him. Hadn't he lost the game? But Lupin didn't say another word to him and so he pulled open the door and stepped out into a brightly lit corridor.

That's when he breathed out a streak of blue. Cold chills traveled up and down his body, making him shiver. He coughed and looked around to his left to see something familiar. And then a high pitched giggle.

"Reader, very funny. I know you're there," he snapped. There was another laugh and something cool made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "I don't have time for your jokes right now," he told her. When he didn't hear anything else, he sighed and began walking to his left.

He yelled in surprise when a form took shape in front of him. It was not Reader at all; it was a ghost, but Danny couldn't find a single word to describe him other than weird.

"How is it…that you…know who…Reader is when…only other…ghosts have…?" He said this while doing somersaults in the air while talking, which was rather annoying.

"Let's just say I've changed," he replied shortly.

"So you know…Reader…is my…girlfriend…right?"

"Oh, Peeves, don't kid yourself," said a voice. Reader became visible beside them. "I'm not your girlfriend." Looking away, she flipped back her hair, and then began twirling it absentmindedly.

"Because your brother," Peeves argued.

"Half brother. I hate his mom. Besides, I'm not into you," she protested.

"Yeah right."

"Oh, you want to test that theory?"

Danny backed away slowly. "I'll leave you two to chat."

The two ghosts, who were now bickering, didn't even notice as he snuck away, fleeing from the scene, and he turned the corner, walking past a classroom, then past an odd looking statue.

"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.

"Harry!"

They turned around to see Hermione and Ron walking towards them.

"We've been looking all over for you," she said.

He turned his head to see Professor Snape narrowing his dark eyes, and then storm off, going in the other direction.

"Come on, there's a great party in the Common Room waiting for us," Ron said.

Danny froze, horrified. They weren't acting different. They were acting normal for the Harry Potter characters.

They began walking, and he trudged along miserably. Hermione and Ron didn't seem to notice. Perhaps they had returned to normal…So why was he still here?

"Hey, did you get the Charms homework done?" Ron asked, avoiding Hermione's eyes.

"Ron! You've had three weeks to complete it!" Hermione scoffed.

They turned the corner into another empty hallway. Danny thought about something. If he'd make an excuse that he'd left something back where Reader had been, she could still possibly be there. Then he could ask her what happened. And then—

Hermione wrapped two arms around him in a tight hug and he stumbled clumsily, unprepared for her embrace. When she pulled away, he took a look at her face and saw familiar blue-green eyes staring into his green eyes.

"Jazz?" he asked after a minute.

"Danny, I'm so sorry, we had to lure you far away so Snape wouldn't hear. We got so panicked, when we couldn't find you," she said.

"She was panicked," Tucker corrected.

Jazz ignored him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?" he asked.

She looked around, making sure no one could overhear them. Then, satisfied, reached down into her robes and brought out the golden Time Turner and its chain. But the chain appeared to be fine.

"You fixed it already?" he asked, exasperated.

"No, I found it this way," she replied.

"Tell him what you did Jazz," Tucker said, crossing his hands over his chest. Jazz glared at him.

"What did you do?" Danny asked anyway.

"We didn't go backwards in time, we went forwards," she muttered.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"I must have turned it the wrong direction and we went too far into the book," she said. "I must have-"

"How far?" he asked.

"It's April," Tucker replied.

Jazz gasped as Danny ran a hand through his hair. She looked up and grinned, laughing to herself softly.

"What?" he asked.

"You can't do that here, it messes his hair up," she said, placing a hand on his head, to flatten the black hair. He pushed away her hands in annoyance, and brushed his hands forward.

"Stop it. That was what you freaked about just now?"

She shook her head. "No, I just remembered something that I think you'll like."

"What?"

"We're close to the end of the book."

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"Danny, there you are," Maddie said. Sam looked up to see him walk inside the doorway of the kitchen.

She caught his eye and he nodded. She let out a sigh of relief, partly because she was glad to he had gotten them up safely and partly because she could get away from his father who hadn't stopped showing her his many souvenirs.

Maddie looked up from stirring something in the pan and then did a double take. Her violet eyes filled with concern.

"Danny, what happened to your cheek?" she asked. He reached up to touch it and felt the scratch from the book on his face.

"I hit him with a snowball walking home from school. I didn't know it had ice in it," Sam said quickly.

"Are you alright?" she asked, understanding.

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine. It'll heal," he added hopefully. When his mom appeared to be content with their excuse, he cleared his throat. "Hey, Sam? Tucker and I wanted to show you that…thing."

"Right. Sorry, Mr. Fenton, maybe we can catch up later," Sam said, standing up. She felt guilty at her broken promise. Not.

"Yes, maybe next time," Jack grumbled, disappointed.

Sam followed him out of the room, escaping gleefully. Maddie grinned to herself and Jack looked at her, confused.

"What?"

"They're so cute."

"Who?"

"Oh, don't be so naïve Jack," Maddie teased. "Danny and Sam."

"Maddie…" He groaned.

"Jack."

"Maddie."

"Jack."

"Maddie, they're just friends. So Danny claims. One of these days he'll realize that, right?" Jack protested sensibly, keeping his hands busy by fidgeting with one of his ghostly inventions.

Maddie shook her head, surrendering physically. "Whatever you say dear."

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"What?" Danny asked.

"Guys, Hogwarts begins in September, and then ends in May. And from what I've seen, it makes sense. The Quidditch season is over (Danny threw a fist in the air, relieved). "You" won the cup," Jazz exclaimed. "But I'm not sure what's supposed to happen next beside exams-"

"Whoa, hold on there," Tucker interrupted. "Exams?"

"Oh, no…" she said.

"We can't do the exams. We don't even know what to study," he said.

"Maybe I can—No wait. Maybe we can…" she trailed off, in her own world. Danny shook his head. Both waited expectantly for what she kept muttering about. She snapped her fingers at last. "We'll talk to Dumbledore."

"And you can be the one to tell him, you screwed up," Danny pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she mumbled. "I'm sorry." She looked down, blushing a little.

Danny sighed and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it Jazz. If we're really close to the end of the book, and I don't have to worry about falling off about a thousand feet from a broomstick trying to get away from those-" He stopped.

"What?" Jazz asked.

"Get away from what?" Tucker asked, at the same time.

He shrugged it off. "Never mind."

"Seriously, what were you going to say?" Jazz asked gently.

"It's just—Those things. They were at the Quidditch match and now they were just at the room I ended up at after the thingy went wrong. Well, one of them at least. Those Dementor creatures everyone keeps talking about," he said. "What are they?"

"Oh," Jazz said quietly.

"What's a Dementor?" Tucker asked.

"Really. What is a Dementor?" Danny referred to Jazz, who had an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" said a giggly voice. They turned around to see Reader floating a few inches above them. (Danny's ghost sense went off again) She sat down on a pillar and smiled. "Oh, I suppose you can know."

She held out her hand and a burst of pink energy exploded from her fingers and Danny didn't dodge in time. He smashed backwards against the wall and crumbled to the ground beneath it.

"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed, her and Tucker rushing to him. She kneeled down beside him. "Danny?"

Her brother remained unresponsive and clutched the side of his head, whimpering softly in pain.

"Reader, what did you do to him?" Jazz asked, turning towards the ghost.

"Oh, that will wear off in a couple of minutes," she said, blowing it off.

"Yeah, but what did you do?" Tucker asked, as Danny's eyes closed and he grimaced in another wave of pain.

"Oh, you wanted to know what a Dementor is, so now you have two of you that do," she said.

Jazz and Tucker spoke in unison. "But what did you do?"

She threw her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay." She smiled proudly. "I gave him Harry's memories."

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Sam and Danny pounded up the stairs and into his room. Looking around, she saw Jazz lying on his bed, Tucker on the floor next to it. She laughed.

"Yeah, don't tell him I did that," he joked. He sat down beside his sister on the edge of the other side of the bed. She sat down next to him.

"There's something I'm confused about," Sam said.

"What?" he asked.

"If you guys are in the book, where did the real Harry, Hermione, and Ron go?" she asked. She had a point.

"I don't know."

"Maybe the book will tell us," she suggested. She looked behind her and picked up the hardback book from next to the coma like Jazz.

Suddenly, the pages turned fast, as if a wind had come in and was turning them. It stopped after a couple hundred pages.

"What was that?" she asked.

"What did you do?" he asked.

She glared at him. "What makes you think I did something?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that," he said hurriedly. "I've been trying to close the book, but it won't, let alone turn a page."

"Oh, sorry." She pushed her black hair out of her face and looked down at the book. "Chapter Sixteen: Professor Trelawney's Prediction. Weird," she said. "Your Halfa side's going to have to explain what it was like meeting her."

He ignored the oddity of this statement. "Who?"

"The Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney," she replied.

"You have read the books then?" he asked. She nodded.

Danny rubbed his arms, a sudden chill coming over him. Then he noticed that his whole body felt cold. And the familiarity of a sudden numbness…

"Oh, no……not again," he muttered.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, concerned.

Before he could answer, he collapsed against the bed.

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"Wait, Reader? You sent Danny back?" Tucker asked.

"No, I just gave him memories," Reader said again.

"Of what?"

"Harry. Up till this moment," she said, slightly annoyed. She jumped off the pillar and floated down to their level. "Look."

She closed her eyes and clapped her hands together, the slowly pulled them apart. Where her hands once were appeared three colorful, glowing orbs; the left was pink, the middle was green, and the right was blue.

"These are the souls of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You replaced them when I sent you here." She pointed to the pink orb first. "See how it looks sort of chipped? It's because I sent Harry's memories into him."

They turned back to Danny to see his eyes flutter open and he raised a shaky hand to his forehead.

"I told you it'd wear off in a minute," Reader commented.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice rather hoarse, sitting up with difficulty.

"Ugh. Tell me I don't need to explain it a third time!" Reader exclaimed. She looked around and tilted her head, her eyes questioning. "Aren't you supposed to be in Study Hall?"

She flew over to a statue of a winged hawk pillar. "This isn't right……you can't possibly be this far yet…"

"We got through somehow," Tucker snapped.

"We used the Time Turner," Jazz said. "It was my idea."

"What?" Reader pouted, her lip trembling. "Why…why would you do that?"

"We want out," Tucker said.

"I—I, I trusted you!" she accused, staring at Jazz as she said this. "I thought you were different than that. I thought you liked Harry Potter. I thought we could be friends."

"I'm sorry, Reader, I do like-"

"No! Shut up!" she yelled, anger piercing her every syllable. "Your words mean nothing to me anymore." She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

"Got anger management?" Tucker joked.

"Jeez, she's ticked off," Danny said.

"Yeah, we need to talk to Dumbledore. Let's go," Jazz instructed, looking guilty. She started walking, and they followed her.

Two adults stepped out from the corner but they never noticed, disappearing around the hallway as they began to speak.

"I told you something was wrong with those three, a long time ago, they acted the same way. Now they're different again," one of them said.

"Yes, Harry did seem different at our Dementor lessons," the other said. He paused, thinking, and then continued. "Say, I believe you Severus. What proof do we have to find out if there truly is something wrong?"

"They went to talk to the Headmaster. If they are still there, we'll trap them, and perhaps fix this."

"Serverus-"

"Let's go Remus."

Ah, yes. How many times have I beat the crap out of, tortured, or basically killed off Danny? Several times. Sixty four I think. But you see, I have sixty four stories currently up online. Hee hee. I'm slightly strange.

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Chapter Nine: The Crazy Lady's Prediction

"What did they say?" Snape asked.

"They talked of nothing out of the ordinary from how I think they live, if that's what you're getting at Severus," he said.

"I believe that the three are different again, Headmaster. I heard them talking. Something about a ghost named Reader. And getting home. I think it could be-"

"A number of different things Severus," Professor Lupin cut in.

"Well, don't you agree?" Snape asked incredulously.

"Perhaps we're being paranoid. I don't think there's anything that leads to tell us that there's dark magick or possession