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Chapter 1- Witch Potion

"Speech"

"Thoughts"

"What are we going to do about that Potter boy, Albus?" A woman wearing a grey business suit underneath her forest green robes asked her fellow professor. Albus, the man hunched over the large stack of papers at a desk slowly lifted his head, causing his long white beard to push back his blue robes. Instead of looking to where the voice came from, he stared at the beautiful feathers of the red, orange, and yellow colored phoenix seated at the very edge of the wooden desk. The mythology stared back at the man with pure interest at how he would respond to the question asked.

"I expect his trial will be… amusing. The ministry believes that a teenager using magic in front of muggles is more important than even creating a war plan against Voldemort."

The witch simply shuddered and gulped heavily when the headmaster of the school said the name, "Voldemort". And even that reaction took courage compared to the rest of the Wizarding community. But despite this frightening gesture, Albus Dumbledore acted like this was simply a name that didn't cause an uproar among the whole magical world.

"Minerva," He calmly stated, "Please send a letter addressed to Mr. Potter to help clear up any confusion. Harry must be frantically panicking since your first letter was about expulsion."

"Yes, headmaster."

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(Clockwork POV)

This will be difficult. I still can't believe I agreed to make that girl a witch. Now I must meddle with the time stream. Again. Afterwards those pesky observants will come and "scold" me. They still think that they're above me somehow. But I don't really care about them, I promised Danielle I would help her.

I brought my gloved hand up to quickly wave at the halfa before she left, then gently tapped the top button of my staff; just above the clock. There was a slight feeling of nausea, but I had done this so many times I just brushed the feeling off. Other than that uncomfortable feeling, floating in the time stream tunnel-whirlwind was astounding. Everything around me was either blueish green winds, or clocks of unknown origin- all shapes and sizes- ticking in unknown fashions. It was absolutely beautiful, but I wasn't there to admire the scenery.

"Finally…" I muttered under my breath as I slowly approached a hole in the wind tunnel. I leapt down into it quickly, transforming into a small child. Based on my emotions, I either become a kid, a middle-aged man, or a man old enough to be a great-grandfather. At this moment I felt very daring and excited, therefore I changed into a young child. When I feel caring I become and old man, and when I'm knowledgeable I look middle-aged.

As soon as I opened my eyes (I had no time to blink when I was falling), I slowly determined where I was. There were several machines located around the large lab. But what really surprised me was that Phantom was inside a large cylinder, hooked up to many of the machines I had seen. The label of the machine read Daniel clone 0042. "Wow, Vlad is too obsessed with getting Danny as his son…" I chuckled at my own thoughts. Danny was right; the fruitloop does need a cat companion!

The lab door to my left was slowly creaking open, and I heard Vlad talking to someone on the other side. I quickly reached inside my time core to access invisibility. About two seconds was all I needed- I hadn't used this power for a whole decade- before Vlad hurried inside carrying some overflowing boxes.

"Why can't the postal service be faster in delivery?" He mumbled to himself as he started unpacking the four boxes; revealing many loose machine parts. Taking out what looked like a small capsule container, Vlad walked over to a rather large machine and began typing his passcode of "IwillsomedayownthePackers". The vault door swung open to reveal Danielle Phantom; who was at this moment struggling to escape the metal bars clamped over her wrists, ankles, and waist. Her sweat said that she was one step away from giving up trying.

"Oh, don't worry clone. You will soon forget we ever had this little chat and follow me." Vlad smirked and began to mix ectoplasm and other liquids in a beaker. I knew this was the perfect time to intervene.

"Time out." I let gravity take my finger down onto the button on the top of my time staff. Taking out carefully my own covered beaker, I let invisibility drop and floated over to Vlad's beaker. I let my purple liquid pour into the green liquid and mix to make a blue substance. This purple mixture was my own recipe of witch pure-blood, a few pinches of floo powder, a plasma dragon heartstring, and various other wizarding world ingredients. It would turn Danielle into a half-blood witch; her human side with the magic. Of course the side effects were uncertain, and she may have some magical problems. But I tried my best on the potion, and Dani better not complain.

"Time in." I chuckled as I teleported back into the time stream

Next, I had to sneak her name onto the wizarding name book for future Hogwarts students. And the book and feather quill is not easily gotten. First though, I needed to get past Mcgonall. So where else to start other than her office?

It takes much courage to attempt to break into the majestic castle of Hogwarts. Their security is top-notch, and magical beings can see specters (a kind of ghost). All the time. Even when said specter (me) is invisible! It just doesn't make sense, yet it is possible. That is exactly the reason the specters of the school do not attempt to use invisibility. Or any other powers. In fact, they don't even realize that they are able to go un-intangible! Poltergeists, on the other hand, are able to be invisible to even magic beings, with only specters being able to sense where they are. The point is, I may not be able to even enter the castle. And my time powers do not perform properly with all the wards put up around the grounds. Life is challenging even when you've spent centuries guarding it…

Luckily, I'm friends with Nearly-Headless-Nick. "Mascot" of the Gryffindors house team. I bust opened the doors (escaping before Hagrid realized it was me) and flew down the red and gold corridor. Before long (and after becoming an interesting topic to gossip over in the paintings), I ran into Nick.

"Is that- CLOCKWORK! What a pleasant surprise! What did you come for?" He immediately ruffled his white flannel (now ectoplasm) button-down shirt.

"I need a favor."

"What is it then?"

"I need to add a name to the student list."

That's when he sent his eyebrows flying to Neptune and gaped at me like I had turned back into a human. "WHAT?!"

"I know, but I already promised…"

"Clockwork, you can't just change the student list! It's impossible!"

"It is possible. And I'm going to be the first one to do it." I left him on a determined note and flew through the halls undetected by Peeves or Filch. I've been in these parts many times. Finally I made it to Mcgonall's classroom. Which was thankfully empty. There was a note on the door, though.

The note read, "I won't be back until about 5:30. If you need me, I'll be either in headmaster Dumbledore's office, or the Ministry of Magic. Owl me if necessary. –Minerva Mcgonall". He had hours left before she even got back. So the time master phased through the door and looked through her private drawers.

At last, there the book was; in the top left drawer. A quill was writing down student information furiously without anyone controlling it. It was literally dipping itself in ink and writing down actual words. It was defying the laws of gravity. Which was also what ghosts did every day, so magic wasn't such a big deal as it usually is to muggles. Or, dead muggles with understanding of magic.

Snatching the quill after it finished writing "Hannah Abbot. 8420 Piketon Rd. East London," I quickly scribbled down "Danielle Time. 7542 Amity Park, Illinois. United States of America," in the best handwriting I could copy. The plan was simple. 7542 Amity Park is actually in the park, near the fountain in the center of the park. So all Dani had to do was go to the fountain every once in a while to collect any mail. And I would create a mailbox that is only accessible to my ecto-signature. Perfect.

As soon as I set down the quill, it jumped back up again and started on the name "Ronald Weasley." And that was when I jumped into my newly-opened portal and arrived in the time stream.

I remembered that the young hybrid still needed school books, robes, a wand, and more. Great. That means that I need to make some gallons. Checking my watch I saw there was only a half hour until the three hours were up. I guess that will give me enough time to make about a pound. Then I proceeded to head to the guest room once I arrived at my clock tower. We both- me and Dani- had much work to do yet…

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Fine. It was a short chapter. I get it. *zombies crawl out of burning farmhouse with pitchforks* I GET IT! *I'm really hungry. Let's have some cookies! Chocolate chip, please!*Isn't it funny how you work so hard on a chapter, then you wonder how 8 pages of writing went to 2 word document pages filled? And then only some additional writing extras you added bump up the number of word pages to 4? Because that's just what happened. WOW. I HAVE BLOWN MY OWN MIND.

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