Once upon a time a girl was sulking on the couch and watching boring TV commercials and thought, "Why don't I make this time useful and write another chapter?" So that is the history of how this chapter started. The End.

In case you're wondering, Dani is the only one of the four who knows about magic, so she has already guessed that the nurses and doctors are witches and wizards. But Ember, Wulf, and Cujo still have no idea that magic exists. That's why I'm "letting them go" for now. I hope you're not that disappointed, but I need to have the main focus be Dani. So… yeah.

Also, the time medallion is not the one from "The Ultimate Enemy". It's special, and it can *control time*. I know, it's a little rash. But no need to worry! Dani won't know about that little feature until another time… *hahaha*. And about the ghost grapefruit thing… I don't know. Dani wouldn't say "Sweet Merlin!" so, I wanted her to be unique.

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Chapter 5- Don't call me Danielle (Dani POV)

"The lights! The lights! The horrible, terrible lights!" I thought. "It's burning my eyes out! Help!" Okay. So maybe I was overreacting. But I mean, that was bright light! I had just opened my eyes with a huge headache pounding on my forehead skull. And suddenly someone shoved a stick in my face with its tip all lite up, and I was blinded.

"Ghost grapefruit! What is that?!" I exclaimed, shielding my eyes. The light moved away, and I blinked my blue eyes. That's when I saw a stick, apparently called a wand, and I recognized it from the St. Mongo's place. "Oh. Sorry."

"Who are you?" I glanced at a red-haired boy with a long nose and freckles staring at me. I leaned back on the bed I found I was sitting on, and noticed my white robe was gone. I was still in my normal blue sweatshirt and red hug-hip skinny jeans. Thank God. My sleeves were rolled up, though, revealing my scars that spelled out, "GZ outlaw" and "Blood Traitor".

On the left of the teenage boy was a woman with curly red hair and a worried expression on her face; two twins who were paying no attention to me, eagerly chatting about something called "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes"; and a girl with long, red hair who was reading a novel. On the right was a boy with black unruly tangled hair and brilliant green eyes covered by glasses; a girl with brown bushy hair and curiosity. Hovering in the back were two men; one with shoulder-length wavy black hair and stubble with large circles under his eyes, the other with sandy- colored tamed hair and "Hitler" mustache. All of these people were wearing robes and held wands. Must be some more wizards and witches.

"My name is Dani. One question: What happened?"

"Well, we found you sprawled outside on our lawn unconscious, so we took you in."

"That must've been embarrassing…" I softly mumbled.

"What were you doing out there? Or are you just a Death Eater in disguise?" The black-haired boy snarled.

"Oh," I sarcastically replied, "Maybe trying to escape a psycho maniac who's trying to kill me for doing nothing? Maybe being trapped in a hospital called St. Mongo's?" I rolled my eyes at all the concerned expressions. "I really hate Walker's rules…"

"Umm… what are death eaters?" I was about to pound my head on the bed board for asking such a stupid question. I'm supposed to be a freak'in witch for heaven's sake! I saw the red-headed boy start to speak up when suddenly the brown bushy haired girl slapped her hand on top of his mouth.

She spoke sternly, "before we can answer any of your questions, you have to answer ours first. You are the one who just showed up recently." That girl was starting to annoy me like a cheese platter in front of a lactose-intolerant person stranded on a desert island in the middle of nowhere!

"Fine."

"Okay," the red-haired woman gently asked, "do you know what a muggle is?" She whispered to the smaller girl beside her "If she knows, then she's magical. If she doesn't, well, she's a muggle."

Fortunately, Clockwork must have slipped some information inside my head earlier. I blurted out immediately, "A non-magical being. Unable to see anything magical or supernatural, like dementors, or house-elves." I pondered a confusion on my face; I had no idea what I just said. Yet, I did…"

"Well, that's a relief. I thought we had let a muggle into the house by accident." The black-haired man sighed in relief with a playful expression on his face.

"Next question: what are the three general wizarding schools in Britain?"

"Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beaxbotton." I calmly replied. I figured if I let my mouth do the talking, I could easily answer these silly questions.

"Correct! So you are a witch!" I nodded absent-mindedly.

"Anyway, Dani dear, will you come into the kitchen to talk?"

"Umm… sure."

I followed the woman out of the bedroom into the hallway and down the stairs. Strangely, the paintings hung were literally moving on their own. But I wasn't going to comment. I had to convince them that I was a real witch. But I couldn't help myself from jumping down the stairs at the sound of a screeching bat's voice, screaming "TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS! UNKNOWNS!" Someone patted me on the shoulder and reassured me, "She always does that. I hate that portrait my mum stuck to the wall. I've tried everything, but nothing will work to remove her."

I spun on my heel and peered up at the tired black-haired man with the stubble. He was chuckling like mad, as if this kind of thing happened nearly every day. How rude to some people! Of course, I wasn't some people. I barked a raspy laugh without even thinking. That was a mistake.

"What? Is there something wrong with my laugh?" I felt my cheeks slowly heating up with fury. Everyone else other than the man I was laughing with had stopped in their tracks when they heard me, like they had never heard a laugh before. I never liked my laugh, but it wasn't that bad…

"No it's not that… what did Mrs. Black call you? An unknown?" The black-haired boy questioned me. I honestly didn't know what to say to that, but I quickly replied, "Well, what do you think? That I wanted her to insult me?"

"No, she insults everybody, but…" the sandy-color haired man silently shushed the younger one to spare my feelings. It wasn't very convincing, though. He clearly wanted to investigate the subject topic even more. I get the vibes that he is a shy and polite person. But maybe it was just an act! Either way, I wasn't going to fall for it.

As we reached the kitchen, a small bony creature appeared in front of us. In a word: disturbing. The big eyes, the long floppy ears, the feeble limbs, and the lack of clothing. I couldn't bear to look at it until it brought out a tray of pastries from behind its back.

"Master Black," It sneered, "I have brought some treacle tarts for your blood traitor and mudblood friends."

"Kreacher, we already went over this millions of times before. You may not call them 'blood traitors and mudbloods'! And bring us the tarts on the table. Thanks." Mr. Black sighed. All ten of us followed the elf into the large kitchen. There were already some people chatting around the room who quickly took notice; me being the oddball of the group.

First, there was a woman with short bubblegum pink neon hair who was eagerly talking with an old man. He had a long, white beard that reached the floor and blue billowing robes. His deep blue eyes were hidden behind spectacles, but they still twinkled with knowledge in the sunlight. Lastly, the third man was writing a letter in the small peak of light he allowed himself to have; he clearly didn't like the lights. His pale skin was hidden beneath black robes and black (greasy?) shoulder-length hair. He observed me very carefully, like he knew who I really was, what I really was, and exactly what I was doing. It creepy me out severely.

"Hello." I politely said as innocently as I could. The old man and young woman looked interested and excited, but the shadow of a man did not.

"Wotcher! Call me Tonks, and this here is Dumbledore. Over there is Severus; who are you?" Her grin was as big as a cantaloupe. Literally, her mouth expanded over the sides of her face! "Umm… I'm Dani. Dani Time."

"Wonderful, dear. How nice of you to visit! I hope you're looking forward to Hogwarts this year!" the old man chuckled. The ten I had already met were gaping at him, opening and closing their mouths, just waiting for the flies to come.

"Yes, I am. Thank you sir." I quickly replied. I could feel my lips quaking upwards into a triumphant smirk as I checked behind my back. "It was so convenient for you to accept me as a foreign new exchange student this year."

"You are quite welcome, Ms. Time."

Then the red-haired teenage boy spoke, "What? Why didn't you tell us you were coming to Hogwarts?"

"Because you never asked. Duh!" I playfully replied, shutting up as soon as I saw the stern glare on the frizzy-brown haired girl's face.

"So… what are your names?" I tried to quickly change the subject as soon as possible. "You know mine, yet I have no clue to yours'."

"Well," one of the twins finally encountered us, "My name is Fred Weasley."

"And my name is George Weasley!" the other followed in his brother's footsteps. And yet somehow, my conscious was telling me that they were pretending to be each other as a prank. Well, two can play at this game…

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. George, can you please repeat your names slowly this time?" I expressed the word "slowly".

"I'm George!" Both of them immediately responded at the same time. They looked at each other, surprised.

"The real George is the one who introduced themselves first, so they obviously were the one who was paying attention. The real Fred must be the one who was ignoring me mostly until his brother spoke up, therefore they weren't listening until I mentioned their brother's name. So this is George," I pointed to the twin on the right, "and this is Fred." I gestured to the twin on my left. They were left dumbfounded. "You two were trying to trick me, weren't you?"

Before they could reply, the brown-haired girl answered, "My name is Hermione Granger. This is my friend Ron Weasley," she gestured to the red-haired boy, "and Harry Potter." She pointed to the black-haired boy wearing glasses. "This is Mrs. Weasley and Ginny Weasley." She waved her hand towards the two red-haired women across the room. Someone coughed rather on purpose and she began again, "These two of course are Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." I nodded.

"So what year are you entering, Ms. Danielle, I presume?" Severus Snape coldly interrogated me.

"Fifth year, for your information." I rudely said. "And don't call me Danielle..." I could feel more fury coming on, but I decided to hold in by stuffing my face with a treacle tart. That was delicious by the way…

"Likewise" the boy named Harry must have sensed that the argument between me and Snape was going to get ugly, because he pulled the conversation towards school. And almost no one wants to talk about school unless they need to.

"So, what's Hogwarts like?" I asked abruptly.

"You'll just have to wait and see for yourself. Because even the most detailed explanation wouldn't suffice for everything that you would discover by actually seeing the place." I didn't particularly care who responded, I just wanted to know how Hogwarts was so special. Because I was going to be living there for a year, so I might as well take the explanation. Then Snape interrupted again.

"What is your blood type?" He rudely asked me. Well, I knew that I was half-ghost, and my human half was now filled with magic. I quickly decided on half-blood. It makes sense after all, because my ghost half probably didn't count as magic to the magical community. And if I said I was pure-blood, then they would get suspicious because "the Time family" isn't well-known. And I wasn't born to muggles, I was born in a stupid lab and created by my worst archenemy! So I answered "Half-blood".

"What spells do you know? Will you be caught up?" Ginny softly asked.

"I know how to test her!" One of the twins (Fred) exclaimed. Suddenly, there was a light speeding towards me. Not having any wand in hand, without thinking first I went intangible and invisible on instinct. I silently cursed as I flickered back into view.

"How do you know that? It's above even N.E.W.T. level!" Hermione gaped. I couldn't answer to that question, so I just kept quiet. Unfortunately, it didn't last for long. "You didn't even need your wand for that! The only one I've seen do that trick is Mad-Eye Moody!"

"I honestly don't know what I did." I technically didn't lie about not knowing the "Invisibility Spell", I just did it my way.

"Stop being so modest, young one. I'm sure it was a matter forgetting and then having remembrance." Dumbledore stated.

I wasn't surprised, though. I knew that this kind of adventure would eventually happen. Being half-ghost doesn't mean you can control what you do in a life-or-death situation. And it didn't matter what that spell was, it just mattered that it didn't hit me.

"Well, that was a waste of a good Bat-Bogey hex!" Sirius roared with laughter. At least he wasn't rolling on the floor, though… I spoke too soon.

"Hey, Dani?" Harry evilly asked.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever played quittich before?"

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Does everyone understand that the potion that is in Dani's body has also given her the side effects of accidently using spells, hexes, jinxes, and curses? And that she has no control whatsoever of these side effects? I hope that cleared things up a little. Next chapter: QUITTICH.

Also, have any of you gotten the vibe of ronXdani? Because I'm counting on your reviews to decide if the pairing should be ronXdani, nevilleXdani, harryXdani, fredXdani, or georgeXdani. So please review!

Did you know that this is my longest chapter so far in this story? Because I was just starting this chapter, and suddenly I looked at the word count and I was past the number of the prologue! So yeah, I don't know exactly what happened. I'm proud to say that this story has 14 favorites so far, and 16 followers! But anyway, I. HAVE. COOKIES. So, if you want any cyber cookies, then please review!

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