"The Halfa, the Witch, and the Time portal"
I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! BEWARE!
It's Wolffeather, back with another Fanfiction! Hopefully more people will review more this time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, the Mesozoic era, or the story this is based on (Animorphs, Megamorphs #2 In the Time of the Dinosaurs)
Summery: Danny, Sam, Tucker, and a ghost witch named Zelda are sent back to Dinosaur times. How will they return to the present? Read and find out. Has nothing to do with Clockwork. He is not in this Fanfic. (Has nothing to do with the "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" either)
Prologue
Jack Fenton sat at his fishing chair in his lab. He had created a new attachment to the Fenton Fisher. Made from a crab cage, it was designed to catch ghost items for study. So far he caught a boot, which, sadly, he had thrown in earlier.
Danny walked down the stairs; his schoolbag slung over one shoulder.
"Morning Dad."
"Hi Danny. Have I told you-?"
"About the Fenton Fisher Cage?" He interrupted. Maddie had sent him down to say bye to his father before leaving for school. "Yes."
Jack was about to explain to his son, for the fifth time, how the metal cage worked, but his fishing pole suddenly pulled him to the ground. He reeled the line in and the cage clanked onto the hard floor. He opened the latch and carefully pulled out a glass beaker with a cork in its mouth.
"A formula by some ghost scientist!" said Jack happily.
Danny rolled his eyes. He had to get to school on time. As he ran up the stairs and out the door he prayed that whatever his dad had found wouldn't explode and give him ghost powers.
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Danny, Sam, and Tucker were in the basement again. Danny's parents had created a new device out of a metal detector; and they were using to find ghosts in the graveyard.
The trio was about to begin a practice session. Danny had to commit his new found and least used powers enough so they would be second nature—instinct in battle. He also had to learn how to split in two or more. He had once been able to, but not by himself. The suit he had worn had given the necessary power to do so.
But before he had even began to transform, the door opened on the ghost portal. Out stepped a woman. She was dressed in a black dress and pointed, yet droopy, hat. In her right hand she held an old fashion broom, a rough branch for the handle and twigs for bristles. The green tinge of her skin, though normal for a ghost, almost made sure everyone who saw her knew she was a witch.
"You have stolen my potion." She accused, pointing a long finger at Danny.
Danny, standing there in his ghost form, spoke back, "What potion? Who are you?"
"I am Zelda. And I have lost my potion." She pointed to the beaker Jack had caught earlier.
Danny walked up and picked up the potion. "What does it do?"
"It is poison, now hand it over!"
"Poison?" laughed Danny, not sure if she was joking.
"Here's something you needed to practice: talking." Said Sam sarcastically.
The witch snatched the beaker out of Danny's hand. Annoyed, Danny grabbed the cork end. After a couple of minutes of a weird tug-of-war, the potion flew out of their hands. Cork less, it passed through the portal.
As if the portal thought the poison tasted bad, the normal blue/green portal turned a sick purplish black. It vacuumed the four into it.
Zelda was pulled in instantly. Sam and Tucker had held onto anything bolted down. Danny had grabbed the only thing within reach: his backpack. He had held onto the wrong end, everything inside fell out. Unable to hold on anymore, Sam and Tucker were dragged in. Danny was sent in a few seconds later, still clutching his backpack.