I do not own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.


The next day, Danny got up got dressed before he headed alone to each of his classes. A few of his house mates had decided the weren't scared of him anymore and a few tried to get him to join them.

Thanks to his thorough exploration the night before, he'd found several shortcuts which allowed him to maneuver from class to class quicker than anyone else. Though he did discovered quickly that he shared all of his classes with the Gryffindors, which meant he could be with his brother.

Much to the delight of his teachers, he could answer any of their questions just as well as Hermione could, which annoyed her to no end. He managed to quell her anger when he told her that he'd been studying everything he could from the wizarding books from the moment he'd discovered the wizarding world a few years prior, which gave him a heavy edge over her. At first they'd admonished him for bringing Raven to every class with him, but they soon learned to ignore it, as when they attempted to remove the kitten she would bite or claw them fiercely.

What caught him off guard was all the girls who would look in his direction, giggle, blush, and quickly look away. Several times now he'd heard a few of them whispering about him. Please tell me I'm not going to have fan-girls.


The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. Danny was currently sitting down at the Gryffindor table with Harry, as he would occasionally do. Harry's house mates didn't seem all that bothered by it.

They smiled as the mail came in. Though to their surprise, Hedwig was carrying some mail as well today. She dropped down in front of Harry and brought him a letter.

Harry took it and read it.

'Dear Harry

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. I know you don't know me that well, but it's been years since I last spent any time with you or your brother, which was when you were babies, and I'd like to get to know you better. I was friends with your parents. Bring Danny with you if you come down. Send an owl answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid'

Danny read over Harry's shoulder and was a bit surprised. He then remembered the large man that had taken them away from their wrecked house the night their parents dad. He looked at his brother and nodded.

Harry borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again.

"This should be interesting." Danny commented.

"Yea," Harry agreed, finishing his food. "We have potions today. Lets hope it goes alright."


The twins and Harry's friends made their way to the potions class.

They got to class and sat together, which caught the attention of several Slytherins as generally the two houses hated each other.

Snape went through roll call and paused when he got to Danny and Harry. "Ah, yes," he said softly, "The Potter twins. Our new... celebrities."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands, but quickly stopped as they caught the death glare that Danny sent them.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught everything... like Professor McGonagall, Snape had a the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate powder of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

The class was silent. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. Danny, however, was leaning back in his seat,yawning in boredom.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly.

The twins looked at each other. "Which one?" they asked at the same time.

"Both of you. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry had no idea. Ron looked just as stumped. Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

"And what of your brother?" Snape sneered.

"They create a sleeping portion called Draught of Living Death. I wouldn't mind trying some of that right now." Danny yawned. The other students stared at him for his audacity to speak to Snape like that.

Snape looked furious. "Where would you look if I told you o find me a bezoar?"

"Stomach of a goat. Maybe I could use one of those to cure your poisonous attitude." Danny answered.

"Danny! What are you doing?" Harry hissed.

"Pushing his buttons." Danny stated bluntly.

"What's the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape growled.

"Same plant. Are you implying you're a werewolf, sir? I had no idea you had such a hairy problem. No wonder you're in such a bad mood all the time." Danny grinned.

The entire class burst into laughter.

"Twenty points from Slytherin for your remarks, Daniel. One point from Gryffindor for your lack of foresight, Harry. Even with your brother's smart-alack attitude, at least he took the time to study before coming to school, which you apparently decided was too good for you." Snape said. The class gasped. Snape had never taken more points from his own house than Gryffindor.


The class let out and Harry was glaring at his brother. "Why would you make a scene like that?!"

"Because I was bored and I hate teachers who pick favorites." Danny answered.

"No! You're just trying to protect me! I'm not a little kid anymore and I don't need you to step in and save me all the time like some helpless infant!" Harry snapped. He had appreciated it before. Though now he was starting to get annoyed by his brother constantly acting like he was helpless. He also hated how his brother would constantly put his own life in danger in order to pull off this protection. He hated how his brother seemed to have no regard for his own life. Why? Why couldn't his brother see that he didn't need help all the time?

"It could've been any student, not just you. What's wrong with me trying to protect you? I don't think you're helpless. I just don't want you to get hurt." Danny stated calmly.

"Stop that! Just stop! I'm fine. I'm not getting hurt. I'm stronger than I was before. You yourself saw to that. You always put yourself in danger to keep me safe and give no regard to how I feel about it. You think I enjoy watching you take the pain for me?! I don't. Let me fight my own battles, Danny!" Harry shouted.

Danny frowned. It was in his nature to protect the people he cared about. It wasn't that he thought Harry liked seeing him take the brunt of everything. He just couldn't stand to see Harry hurting. Not after he'd lost everything he ever cared about before. Though he supposed he couldn't blame Harry. He had never told Harry about that side of him that he himself was still trying to figure out. "Harry-"

"Save it. Don't talk to me again until you have some regard for your own health." Harry said. He turned and began to walk away without another word.

Danny just stood there with a distraught expression. Finally he whipped around and ran off.

Almost immediately Harry regretted what he had said. Sure he had been annoyed, but... Why did I do that?! He turned back around to apologize to his brother, but it was too late. Danny was gone.

"Dude. That was cold..." was all Ron could say to him.

Hermione was glaring at him now. "Yea. No kidding. Did you ever think your brother might have a reason for being so overprotective?" was all that she said before she 'hmphed' and walked away to their common room.

Harry's heart filled with dread as he took in what she said. He had never even thought to ask something like that. What kind of brother am I?


Danny didn't know where he was running to. He tried to hold back the tears that were running down his face but he couldn't do it. He didn't even notice a flight up stairs in front of him and tripped on the first step. He let out a yelp and tumbled down them. It happened so quickly that he couldn't even scream as he felt his right arm break from hitting the edge of one of the steps. He hit the ground at the bottom of the steps roughly. He didn't even try to get back up. He just curled up and started to sob, all the while shaking violently. A small pool of blood was beginning to form beneath him.


Ron had decided that he would go to Hagrid's with Harry. Harry was still incredibly depressed over what had happened with his brother and hadn't spoken since.

At five to three they left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying "Back, Fang - back."

Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open.

"Hang on," he said "Back,Fang."

He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.

There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling,m a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.

"This is Ron," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapart and putting rock cakes onto a plate, quietly. His eyes were dull and he couldn't bring himself to speak with much volume.

Hagrid noticed almost immediately. "What's wrong, Harry? By the way, I noticed yer brother didn't come. Did he change his mind?"

Harry flinched at that question.

Ron quickly answered for him. "They had a bit of an argument."

"What was it about?" Hagrid asked, sitting down in front of them with a concerned expression.

"Danny was giving Professor Snape hell when he tried to pick on them. After class, Harry got onto Danny for trying to protect him so much and told him not to speak to him again until he had regard for his own health." Ron explained hesitantly as he occasionally glanced at Harry, who was shrinking down further and further into his chair. He lowered his head down onto the table silently.

"I see. I'm sorry to 'ear that." Hagrid said with a frown, offering Harry some extra rock cakes. Harry just stared at them silently.

Ron tried to think of something to take Harry's mind off of it and noticed a newspaper on the table.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good with you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"Harry! Hagrid!" Ron exclaimed. "This break-in happened on the same day we were in getting our supplies."

Hagrid didn't say anything and looked away from him. Harry noticed this and thought it was strange. Did Hagrid have something to do with the break in?

As Harry and Ron walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets weighed down with rock cakes they'd been too polite to refuse, Harry thought that none of the lessons he'd had so far had given him as much to think about as tea with Hagrid. His mind had been taken off his brother for the time being as he thought about the expression on Hagrid's face as Ron talked about the vault break in. He shook is head to clear it from his thoughts. He needed to find his brother at dinner and apologize to him for what he had said.


Hours had passed and Danny hadn't moved from his place at the foot of the stairs. His eyes were dull and blank. His right arm was broken badly and blood was running from the side of his face and a few other places along his body that had hit the stone edges of the stairs when he fell. He made no move to indicate that he even noticed as a pair of feet walked towards him.

"So. One of the Potters has fallen.." Danny recognized that voice as Professor Quirrel. Though it was strange. The voice wasn't stuttering as it normally did.

"I have a good idea of what you are, boy. My master can sense it." he said as he nudged Danny roughly with a foot. Danny couldn't bring himself to move at all. What Harry had said to him had shook him to the core. As a half ghost, having his obsession cause a rift between himself and his brother was the worst possible way it could've happened. It left him weak and vulnerable. "You could be of use to him... for his revenge." he then pulled out his wand.

Quirrel muttered a spell that Danny couldn't quite make out. His eyes widened as the spell hit him. He let out a shriek of pain as the spell hit him, but no sound escaped his lips. He could do nothing as darkness overcame him.

Quirrel smirked as Danny stood up slowly and stared back at him. His eyes were no longer blue, but blood red.