YEAH, Chapter Five is here. The beginning of a bunch of new twists, especially for Jazz. But first, here are some sneak peaks at some of my other stories.

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Chapter Seven: Rebellion

After learning who he truly is, Danny's powers return. And he and the rest of the Leader's prisoners band together and fight against the powerful Followers. And there, does Danny meet his enemy. But does he have enough power to help fight against the Followers and his own father?

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Chapter Seven: Jazz's Mistake

Jazz thinks she has their problems solved when she tries to use Hermione's Time Turner to set back time to when they first entered. But instead of going backwards, the book changes, and they face their greatest fears…including the soul sucking Dementors. And supposedly Harry knows how to fight against them, but does that mean Danny does?

Okay, really excited now. So here's chapter five!

Chapter Five

Tingle

"Jazz? What was that noise?" Danny called loud from his room.

He head been sleeping lightly, afraid to go back to his awful dream, and he had been awakened to a great BOOM downstairs.

The loud explosion had sounded familiar….There was no reply from his sister.

"Jazz?" he called again.

There was still no answer. What was she doing?

He shoved his bed sheets off of him and stood up slowly. But even with his carefulness, his lungs and chest felt like they were on fire. He took deep breaths, like earlier that day, and started walking.

The pain intensified and every part of him screamed to lay back down.

Then he remembered something. When Atheme had attacked him in the hospital, he had gone ghost, hand he had felt fine, almost perfect.

He closed his eyes and hoped he was right. "I'm going ghost!"

Two electric beams lit the room, and it grew suddenly colder. He reopened his eyes. He felt brand new. The pain had suddenly just stopped.

"Who, cool," he said to himself. He smiled and went intangible, then phased through his bedroom floor.

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Something cold brushed up against Jazz's face and she groaned.

Her body felt like lead. Where was she? The floor beneath her was cold and hard. It was dark, and extremely frigid.

How long had she been here? Where was she?

Despite her body's objection, Jazz opened her eyes. She sat up and tried to scream, yet her voice didn't want to work.

She was, why she was, she didn't know, in her parents' lab, inside their portal.

She stood up shakily; her legs collapsed. Her body felt ready to break down and bed. She fell to her knees and managed to crawl out of the portal.

How she reached the stairs was her question. Her mind was buzzing, trying to remain conscious and get help. She began climbing the stairs awkwardly and slowly.

"Jazz?"

Close down….her vision became blurry, barely able to see a pair of vibrant green eyes, but she had heard the voice clearly.

"Are you okay? Why are you down here?" Danny asked, forgetting he was in ghost mode.

"Danny? I think I fell down the stairs," she said. Everything spun around her.

"Jazz…….snap out of it," Danny said, panicking. His sister's eyes were glazed and it looked like she was trying not to pass out.

"Danny……I-" she started. Her eyes closed and he caught her as her head fell onto his shoulder. She was unconscious.

Whatever had happened, Jazz was seriously injured and he needed to get help. But how was he supposed to get help, when he was supposed to be injured himself?

She was breathing okay. Maybe she was alright. She just hit her head or something. But even them, she needed to get to the hospital.

"Danny?" someone called from upstairs.

"Sam! Down here!" he shouted. He looked up; Tucker and Sam appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Oh my gosh!" Sam said.

"Sam, call 911!" Danny yelled.

Sam nodded and left the stairway. Tucker pounded down the stairs.

"Tucker, grab her feet and help me get her upstairs," Danny ordered. Tucker listened and grabbed Jazz's legs. Danny grabbed her arms carefully and they carried her slowly up the stairs.

They entered the living room and lay Jazz down on the couch.

"Danny, the paramedics are on the way. What happened?" Sam asked, rushing into the room.

"I don't know. She said she fell down the stairs," Danny explained. The back of his neck tingled, sending cold chills down his spine. His fingers were tingling as well.

"How are you?" Sam asked.

"Apparently, I'm healed in my ghost form," he said, looking around. He jumped. "Who just laughed?"

"Are you sure you're okay Danny?" Tucker asked, staring at Danny as if he were insane.

"I'm fine. Why?" he replied, annoyed.

"Because no one laughed," Sam answered.

"What? I could have sworn I heard-" Danny yelled and fell to his knees, holding his head.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Tucker asked.

"Just loud laughter and voices in my head," he replied roughly. His head felt like it was about to explode. Too much laughter….voices calling to him…..chanting…..

Two blue lights flashed in his eyes and pain shot through him. In horror, he realized he had changed back.

The intense pain was too much. Danny fell forward, still taunted by the voices…….

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"I've never seen him so flipped out before," Tucker announced to Sam, sitting in Danny's desk chair. He spun around in circles absentmindedly.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Sam asked, pacing nervously up and down his room. She looked over to where Danny lay in his bed.

He looked so pale and exhausted. She was worried. Things had never been this bad before.

The paramedics had shown up less than five minutes after Danny had fainted, followed closely by Jack and Maddie Fenton, who were coming home from a mix up meeting. Both children had been declared unconscious; Jazz, a couple of bruises and scratches, Danny's case was the cause of overexertion. They had reluctantly been allowed to stay home. Both children had been asleep ever since.

"What was that?" Tucker asked. Suddenly Sam heard it too.

Danny grunted in his sleep, shaking his head back and forth against the pillow. He was shivering and sweating like mad.

Sam and Tucker rushed to him. Sam placed her hand on Danny's arm and pulled it.

"Danny! Wake up!" she said. "Danny…..!"

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"I don't understand what you want."

"Isn't it obvious? All of us want you out of our lives. There's really only one way to do that."

"Okay, you want me dead….so what else is new?"

"Danny!"

"Your friends are calling. But before you go….I wasn't trying to kill you."

"What?"

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Danny's eyes fluttered open and he gasped, coughing harshly.

"Danny? Are you alright?" Sam asked.

"Actually, no not really," Danny replied hoarsely. He sat up slowly in bed. His body was fine, well it felt better that was. His brain was a mess.

He felt the same tingling again.

"I gotta find Atheme," Danny said, standing up. His body didn't feel pain as if he were numb to it.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Tucker asked.

Danny didn't answer. He raised his hands and went ghost.

"Coming with?" he asked them.

"Danny, are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked, staring at him oddly.

"I'm fine. Are you coming or not?" He stared back and forth to his silent friends.

"Okay, I'll guess I'm going by myself. Better start off with the human plane; that's probably where she's lurking anyway."

He disappeared and left their side.

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Jazz's eyes flew open. She groaned, her head aching. She was lying in her bed. She remembered everything. Turning off the ghost zone, trying to turn herself into a-

She gasped and against her body's will, jumped out of bed and rushed over to the mirror. There was nothing different about her appearance, but Jazz wasn't surprised.

She remembered waking up in the lab and fainting, how Danny, in his ghost from had tried to save her- Danny! She thought. How on earth had he been able to lift her and had the strength to rescue her? Surely, he wasn't healing already?

The door opened a crack and Maddie poked her head in, checking up on her.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed. Jazz nodded, smiling brightly.

"Where's Danny?" Jazz asked.

"He's upstairs in his room. Jasmine are you alright?" Maddie walked over to her daughter and placed a hand over her forehead. "Your cheeks are awful red."

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine," Jazz said. She pulled away and kissed her on the cheek. "Everything's great now."

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Jazz opened her second story window, staring out at the wintery sky. Light snow had started to fall, and the sun could barely break through the clouds. The few leaves left on the trees clung desperately to the branches. She shivered as a frosty wind blew into her face.

Could she do it? She felt like she was risking her life enough lately. Electrocuting herself. But jumping out of a two story window was a little extreme she had to admit. Especially when she was only testing out her powers. And adding to that concern, she wasn't even sure if it had worked or not. And if it hadn't, all of her troubles would have been for nothing and she would never be able to help Danny.

Apparently Danny wasn't okay. Her mother had explained that he had probably been awakened when Jazz had "fallen down the stairs." He had pushed himself too hard, trying to help and had been successful until his body had caught up with his mind, forcing him to pass out.

Jazz felt a little guilty. After all, he had been trying to help her. She would repay him soon enough.

She climbed up onto the windowsill, staring down at the snow covered ground. Was it too late to say she was afraid of heights?

Jazz laughed nervously. She could do this. She'd been through worse right? Best case scenario, she would be able to save herself. Worst case scenario, she would receive a couple of broken bones.

She took a deep breath and stood up, hanging onto the pane.

"Here goes," she said. She let go and felt herself start to fall forward.

Please, please….fly.

Nothing happened, and Jazz was about to hit the ground.

Please……

She continued falling through the air.

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"Jack, I believe you, I do, but how do we know if we're sure? Last time she was fine. I mean, maybe we should just watch her just in case," Maddie pleaded.

"I'm telling you Maddie, there's something wrong. Maybe a ghost has concealed itself inside her, I'm not sure. But haven't you noticed she's been acting differently?"

They stood in the kitchen. Maddie tilted her head, not knowing why she was defending Jazz when part of her told her that Jack was right.

"Jack-"

"Don't you understand Maddie? I don't think there was a ghost hunters meeting today. I think she thought of that to get rid of us to do something."

"Jack-"

"And today. What if there really is a ghost inside of her and she was trying to fight it? We're helping her Maddie," he said.

"I would still like it if we started out small. Just watch her a little longer. Please," Maddie suggested, at last giving in slightly.

"All right. But if anything else happens, we're taking action."

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Jazz saw bright light flash around her. Great, she thought. Her vision was blurry, her eyes burning. Surely she wasn't dead? She opened her eyes and nearly screamed. Nearly hyperventilating, she looked down.

She was floating.

IT HAD WORKED!!!!
She laughed, then yelled when she dropped a couple of inches.

Jazz caught her reflection in the living room window.

Her hair was a vivid silver-white, flowing behind her in the wind. She wore an ice blue and silver jumpsuit, nearly identical to Danny's save for the colors, and her eyes were a pale, icy blue.

Why she didn't look like Danny. She didn't know, but no one looked the same right? It didn't matter, all she cared about was that it worked.

And now she had two things to do.

She closed her eyes, searching for the intangibility power she had seen Danny use. She felt a weird tingling sensation and looked down at herself. Except she wasn't there. Her body was invisible, and she couldn't feel herself.

Jazz screamed in joy.

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Jazz phased through the top of the attic and down into the upstairs hallway. It was a weird feeling, being able to transport between walls and floors. It was a brand new feeling, one she loved.

"Okay, change back now," she whispered to herself. There was a flash of light and she found her normal hand had returned.

She about went into Danny's room when she heard voices. She peered through the crack of his door, and saw that Danny was awake and was talking to Sam and Tucker.

"I gotta find Atheme," Danny said, standing up.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Tucker asked.

Danny didn't answer. He raised his hands and went ghost.

"Coming with?" he asked them.

"Danny, are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked, staring at him oddly.

"I'm fine. Are you coming or not?" He stared back and forth to his silent friends.

"Okay, I'll guess I'm going by myself. Better start off with the human plane; that's probably where she's lurking anyway."

Jazz saw him turn invisible easily. Then he was gone.

This was great. She could go into the ghost zone and not be seen by her brother. It was perfect. She'd find Atheme herself and teach her a lesson.

She closed her eyes and there was another flash of light. She stared at her silver colored glove, happy. Jazz couldn't believe that it had actually worked.

She went intangible, laughing, and phased through to her parents' lab.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"Maybe I'm insane too," Tucker asked.

"You're not alone."

"So you heard laughing too?"

"I did. Tucker, this is serious. I think someone wants to truly injure Danny," Sam said.

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Jazz pressed the button, opening the ghost zone. She stared into the creepy, glowing site, where shapes zoomed by. She could feel the cold already creeping out.

She took a deep breath and entered.

It was extremely cold. She heard a slight wailing and turned towards it, seeing nothing. Man this place was scary. She floated freely, not knowing where to start.

Jazz breathed out a swirl of blue smoke.

What in the heck was that? What was that supposed to mean? If that came with the job, she was definitely not going to get used to it. Cold chills sent shivers up and down her body. But she had seen it before, sort of. Hadn't Danny shivered before a ghost had attacked?

"Man, I'm never going to get used to that," she said to herself. She looked around for whatever it was if it was what she thought.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

Jazz flipped around.

Whoever it was, she didn't recognize him at all. He had a red and black jumpsuit on with a black cape billowing behind him, red eyes and black hair.

"I've never seen another halfa before," Jazz lied, rising higher.

"I have. No surprise. But we didn't meet to have small talk, did we?" He grinned mischievously and held his hand out.

A blast hit Jazz with enormous force. She reeled backwards. Darn it, she probably didn't have that power yet.

She caught herself in midair and stood up straight.

He grinned again and Jazz gasped.

"You look familiar, and I think I know who you are," Jazz exclaimed. She didn't really of course, but whatever made her sound tough.

"Who I was."

"What do you mean?" she asked, not believing her eyes as he cocked his head mysteriously.

"Danny Phantom doesn't exist anymore."

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HA HA HA Laughs hysterically, I told you I'm having fun. How many of you expected that? Tell me if you did, cause I'll take away some hints for future readers.

Thanks for reading!

Lateraina Wolf