Hello, there! I had been working on TCfSR chapter 6 (and feeling immensely guilty for what I'm going to do to Danny, Sam, and Tucker) and then I looked back on my CoTF chapters and realized: that's one hell of a cliffy! And so I won't kill you, I'll do it now. And besides, I want to do this before Ophelia hits. Rain for another damn week. Ay. Anyway….
LABOBUREN, REVIEW! Your August review is what spurred me to write chapter 3!
DISCLAIMER: no and no…although I will be someday writing in my own book category here and I will have the opportunity to start yelling here:
"HA! I OWN THIS BOOK AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!"
RATING: T for slightly mature themes and language.
Pretype Start: September 15, 2005, 7:37 pm
Chapter 4
"Unnoticed Eyes"
"Well…I'm half-ghost."
A sickening silence resounded in the room as Danny looked around nervously. He knew they wouldn't believe this. Not on his life.
"What?" goggled Hermione.
"You want the whole story, you got it," sighed Danny reluctantly. "A few years ago, when I was fourteen, my parents built a ghost portal—the Fenton Portal—down in the basement. But when they plugged it in, it didn't work. They were so depressed and I couldn't stand it, so I donned the traditional Fenton suit to examine the portal. I walked in, my hand tracing the wall so I wouldn't trip as easily. And then I found two buttons. One on, the other off—" Practically everyone snorted simultaneously "—and accidentally pressed the on button. Next thing I knew, ectoplasm found its way to my DNA—ectoplasm is a type of green goo that all ghosts contain and it's what allows them to exist—and it bonded with my human genes," said Danny. Here Hermione entered the conversation in unison with him.
"Thus allowing you to switch forms between a human and a ghost!" they said together.
Ron blinked several times. "In English, please?"
Danny sighed. "Basically, I can become a ghost at will."
"Wicked!" said Ron, while Harry just stared at him.
"What do you mean, Ron?"
"Nah, it's pretty cool, really," said Danny. "The only bad part is the memories of the fights."
"Fights?" said Ginny.
"Yeah. Because I fixed the portal, ghosts kept attacking my hometown, Amity Park. Since I was the only one on their level of being, I had to keep them away, even if the town did hate me for a little while."
"And what's so bad about the fighting? Great way to get rid of emotions, right?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, but I get what a lot of people would call battle scars," spat Danny.
"Well, let us see. Maybe we can help," said Harry.
"If you really want to…" said Danny reluctantly. "And keep in mind that if you're grossed out or anything, you asked."
Danny slid his shirt off, revealing his arms and upper body. They were very well-built and muscular. It seemed impossible that such a scrawny boy could be like that. But several red and pink scratches tarnished his body. On his arm, there was a deep red gash that, when Danny touched it, still hurt. "Fifteen when I got that. Stupid Pariah ghost king."
Another cut slashed down from his shoulder blade down to his hip. It was shallow, but still a bright red and one could swear that some b l o o d still resided on his chest after being wiped off. The rest of his body was nearly covered in white bandage.
At that exact moment, Mrs. Weasley decided to burst through the door, and with a flourish of surprise, Danny became invisible in hope that she hadn't seen anything. He bit his lip, hoping his invisibility wouldn't go faulty on him. He still had some trouble with his powers, especially when surprised.
"Time for—where did Danny go?" asked Mrs. Weasley, looking about the room.
"Uh, nowhere, he just, uh—" stalled Harry. Hermione took over.
"Went to the bathroom to, er—" she stuttered. Now Ginny spoke.
"Get the, um—" she muttered. From here, Ron took her place.
"Stuff!" he ended. Mrs. Weasley looked at him warily, but at that moment, she looked to the corner where Danny was suspiciously.
Oh, man! he thought. Just as Mrs. Weasley's head was almost out of his view, though, he became visible to the human eye once more and Mrs. Weasley's head shot back to him. She gasped.
"Danny, oh, dear! What happened, how did that work? Oh, my!" rambled Mrs. Weasley, looking intently at his wounds. "We must get those fixed up!"
"No, Mrs. Weasley, it's ok—"
"Are you joking? Just look at all those wounds? Oh, dear, how do you get in these situations—?"
"Really, it's alright—"
"No, we'll get that cleaned up in a jiffy."
Danny sighed. He hated doing this. Just as Mrs. Weasley raised her wand, aiming at Danny, he went intangible and disappeared once more. The jet of light headed to Danny, but it passed right through him with a little tickle and instead hit the mirror, shattering it.
Mrs. Weasley jumped back, startled, at Danny's sudden disappearance. Then, he reappeared, looking doubtful, biting his lip, shirt on. He ran his hands through his hair.
"H-How did you do that?" asked Mrs. Weasley, frightened.
"Er—I dunno!" said Danny, but it became evident he was a horrible liar. He hung his head low, and Ginny luckily covered for him. "How's about we just stay here, Mum? He's probably confused how he did that, right, Danny?" she asked, dropping hints to him subtly. He nodded, or what looked like a nod from his head position. Ginny hastily pushed Mrs. Weasley out the door and shut it, locking it by magic.
Silence rang through the room and Danny had never felt more embarrassed.
"Wicked!" yelled Ron, making Danny look up.
"Really?" he asked in amazement.
"Yeah!" he replied excitedly.
"So…anything else I might want to know?" asked Harry. Danny was about to shake his head no, but something came to mind from two weeks earlier.
"Yeah. We're related." Harry choked on air, Ginny sat wide-eyed, and everyone else just blinked rapidly.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"Well, your dad is my dad's second cousin so that makes us something along the lines of fourth cousins."
Ron squeaked something that sounded oddly like "weird."
"Your dad is my dad's second cousin?" asked Harry stupidly.
"No, he's Padme Amidala."
"Who?" asked Ginny.
"Oh, just a princess in the Star Wars movies who is constantly in these impractical outfits," said Danny casually. "But the point is, I have no money."
"Doesn't the ghost fighting business pay?" asked Harry.
"Not when you're constantly hated and being hunted."
"Right, but I'm talking about your parents. Don't they have a job with the military or something?"
"Nah," said Danny. "The military doesn't believe in ghosts, no matter how real. But the point is, that when I said I don't have any money, I don't have any wizard money," said Danny.
"Right…I can loan you a lot," said Harry.
"Good," he said.
"Come on down, you lot! We're off to Diagon Alley!" shrieked Mrs. Weasley's shrill voice. Slightly smirking, everyone left the coziness of the bedroom and met the Weasley parents at the fireplace, holding a flowerpot of dark green powder.
But what all of them failed to notice was the pair of unusual eyes following their bodies as they moved to the red-haired parents.
Chapter 4
Chapter 5: ay…
I was going to do the train ride and Diagon Alley here, but I just got back from my aunt's birthday, which ruled because I could be a pain in the ass for my cousin, and my brain was fried for it, so I just stopped here…Ah well, too bad for you!
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