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RATED: T for slightly mature themes and language.
Chapter 5
"Dragon Heartstring"
The eyes stared warily as the six Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, and Danny one by one disappeared into thin air. It raised a thin, bony eyebrow at the boy draped in black. So it was him. Then it would all execute perfectly.
"Danny, dear, are you all right?" asked Mrs. Weasley as Ron just disappeared in the green fire, as if reduced to ashes. It looked like…the ectoplasmic energy he was able to produce, and wondered what effects it would have on him. It better not be bad…
"Yes, I'm fine," said Danny after getting shaken out of his daze. You never know until you try, thought Danny grimly, and end up in the cemetery. He grabbed a handful of powder out of the flowerpot as he saw the others do and walked into the fireplace, preparing himself for clear speech.
"Diagon Alley!" he said with distinct breaks between words. With that, he dropped the powder into the cinders and never got a chance to see the green flames lick his feet and erupt, swallowing his whole body.
He was thrown into a strange world, similar to the Ghost Zone, but not quite like it. He was floating through, the doors on both the left and right engraved with gold. Each door had a destination.
"Knockturn Alley"
"Hogsmeade"
"Hogwarts" which was nailed and chained shut, with glowing curses, jinxes, and attacks surrounding it. Danny made sure to keep a distance between himself and that door.
Finally, he found Diagon Alley and walked through the door to be thrown down a dark tunnel and end up covered in soot before several people waiting for him in a pub.
Harry smiled; he looked exactly like he did several years ago with his first trip on the Floo Network.
When Danny's eyes were closed as he coughed violently and Mr. Weasley had his back turned, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all got a sudden shock and felt a little numb. The feeling stayed and did not leave.
Mr. Weasley was still turned. Ron grinned widely and shook the still coughing Danny. His eyes slowly opened to stare at Ron, trying to hold back a couple of coughs.
"Danny, you think you can pull a prank on Fred and George? They've had it coming for years!" he whispered. Danny reluctantly nodded, fully remembering Poindexter. But he couldn't reach him there, could he?
He turned intangible at that moment and flew over to Fred and George, who were talking about their latest product for their store. Danny smirked, remembering the prank back at The Burrow.
Danny tied their shoelaces together, seeing how close together they were and then grabbed George's underwear and flung it over his head, giving him a nuclear wedgie. Screaming, Danny became invisible and pushed George lightly on the chest so he fell over backwards, arms waving around wildly, screaming. Fred was laughing uncontrollably until he toppled over on George.
Danny had to admit it, that was fun to watch and do! But he was out of the pranking business, especially after Poindexter. But one last prank couldn't hurt, right? And he was all the way in London while Poindexter was way back in the haunted locker at Casper.
Ron himself collapsed laughing as the twins tried to untie themselves. George still couldn't get his underwear off his head, so he had to walk around with it on until Fred snapped it off his head. George yelped. His hair was ruffled and he couldn't walk right anymore. Ron was still chuckling as they entered the actual Diagon Alley and began to browse around.
"Harry, here's some money. Bill took it out of your vault. He's told me that it's taking 5 hours to get to a vault, security's tightened up, and got it out for you. Please, be a dear and give Danny some for his materials," said Mrs. Weasley, handing Harry a bag full of coins.
Half of them, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Danny, headed for Madam Malkin's for robes while the rest headed to Flourish and Blotts for books.
The group walked through the doors of Madam Malkin's to see a boy with platinum blond hair and his mother. The boy was standing on a stool, arms out like a human cross, black robes hanging off his slender frame as a middle-aged woman, pins in mouth and hand, fitted him.
"Ow! Watch where you're poking those, woman!" scolded the boy. Danny raised an eyebrow and said but one word.
"Hilarious."
The boy turned around and saw the group of sixteen-year-olds. He sneered, and Harry and Ron raised their wands. Danny began to clench his hand into a fist, beginning to glow ever so slightly with green energy.
Hermione held them all back, whispering, "You can't…you mustn't…we'll get in such trouble…he's not worth it!" Danny was the first to close his eyes, let his fist go and take in a deep breath.
"Who are you?" asked the boy suspiciously. Danny kept his eyebrow up.
"It's none of your concern until I know who you are."
"Fair enough. Draco Malfoy. Pureblood. These people all might as well be Mudbloods like Granger." He smirked as Danny resisted the urge to shove his arm down his throat and pull out his stomach. Instead, his eyes glowed an intense green. Draco took a subtle step back as Madam Malkin freed her mouth from the pins.
"Don't use that kind of language here!" she reprimanded as Draco threw off his robes and stormed out.
"Come, Mother. I don't think I like this shop anymore." His mother smirked and followed.
"Yes…perhaps we'll have better luck at Twilfitt and Tatting's."
By the end of their adventure in Madam Malkin's, Hermione walked out with new dress robes, Harry and Ron with new robes to replace their old ones that they had grown out of, and Danny with brand new robes in general.
They headed for Flourish and Blotts where all the books had already been purchased. Reunited, they headed to Ollivander's for Danny's wand. Walking into the musty little shop, Danny sat down on the small stool, coughing the dust in the air.
A rustle came from behind the desk as an old man, white hair and vest, walked out and took a good look at Danny. He grinned.
"Ah, Mr. Fenton, I presume," he said.
"Yeah, I suppose so," replied Danny.
"Here for you first wand?" He didn't give Danny the chance to reply. "All right then." With his wand, he bewitched a roll of measuring tape to measure every aspect of Danny's being, from his waist to his head to his thickness. At last, Mr. Ollivander examined the measurements and headed in back, rummaging for a decent wand.
He brought out a beautiful, polished wand in a white box and asked for Danny's wand hand. Presuming he meant what hand he wrote with, he stuck out his left arm. Mr. Ollivander put the wand in and told him the stats of the wand, so to speak.
"Beech, unicorn hair. 14 inches." Danny did nothing with the wand. "Well? Give it a wave!"
Danny nodded sheepishly and waved. A jet of dark green shot out like fireworks. Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand and quickly retrieved another.
"Holly, phoenix feather, 13 inches." Danny gave this one a wave and nothing but a yellow swirl came out like floating milk. Mr. Ollivander snatched this one as well.
"Ash, dragon heartstring, 13-and-a-half inches." Danny waved this one as well as a glowing green ball formed in the air and stayed. He gulped. Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrow.
"Hmm…interesting reaction, but this must be your wand. Strange also…" he muttered, wrapping the wand in brown paper.
"What is it?" asked Danny.
"You sound like Mr. Potter when he came in here," murmured Mr. Ollivander. "A very similar situation. The mother of the dragon whose heartstring resides in your wand was a Siamese twin to another. That one gave the heartstring to another wizard…one whose power is so indescribable that words nor thoughts can express it."
Danny's scar burned, but he ignored it, walking out of the small shop after Harry paid for him, hoping never to go in there again.
Soon, they picked up his Potion materials and anything else he needed. Harry and Ron then raced to the Quidditch shop, Danny trailing unsurely behind them. On display was the newest model yet—the Speedwhisp. Danny only saw a fashionable broom.
"Uh, what's this?" he asked.
"Brooms are used for flying around, and are used in a famous Wizarding sport—Quidditch." Danny didn't question further. However, he managed to straggle a few Galleons from Harry (and snuck the rest using intangibility) to buy himself a broom and have it delivered during the school year.
The eyes that watched him go into Diagon Alley stared at him from above, watching it all. They narrowed, and blew into the wind like fall leaves, the mind behind them formulating a plan.
Chapter 5
Chapter 6: not now!
Next is the train ride. I know my chapters are getting shorter and shorter, but they're less intimidating, right? I'm so sorry it took me so long, and I don't even have an excuse! Please, I hope you're happy with this, and it's going to take a little bit until the real cool stuff starts! Think: October. In HP land, that is. Tomorrow, I had better see 20 emails!
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