In the last chapter, Dani was kind of awkward in that conversation at the end. I'm just saying that she feels like she's betraying someone by getting in a relationship with George. (hint,hint) I'll explain this awkward feeling she has in a new story I'm working on called "Discovering Dani". It is a prequel to this, and it is also a crossover between Danny Phantom (of course) and Teen Titans. It may help you understand the story. But it may not be out for a while. Don't worry, I'll tell you when I post the first chapter of it.

On with this story!

Dis: NONONONOYESYESYESNONONOYESNONONONOYESNONONONONOYESNONONONO

Now count the NOs and YESs and whichever one is the mode is the one that is true.

Chapter 8- Platform what now?! (Dani POV)

I met up with George with the quittich supplies and we played an intense game for what felt like 10 hours. But the clock disagreed; it told us that only three hours had passed. I wouldn't be surprised if Clockwork had something to do with this…

Since there was only the two of us, we just let the snitch loose and both played as seekers trying to catch it. Every time it was caught it would amount to ten points. We used 26 in all, so far. At halftime the score was in my favor, 70 to 60. We were currently in the last round. The score was tied, 130 to 130. Only one more catch and I would win. And I wasn't about to let "Mr. I-know-quittich-better-than-you" get ahead of me.

I quickly flicked my finger towards me nose and the blood stopped flowing. I felt the bones hardening again as well. I had gotten a broken nose during the last round when George crashed into me chasing the golden tint in the air. Unfortunately, he didn't break anything- just bruised. But this next round would be my revenge. I thought of an evil laugh, but I held it in.

5…4…3…2…1…GO! We both zoomed upwards into the sky after the winged ball. But soon it had disappeared. My frustration rising, I lowered myself more towards the ground. And George followed me. I had a nasty thought. What if I tricked him? So I plummeted to the ground and just as I suspected, he followed my trail thinking that I had spotted the snitch. I smirked when I was feet from the ground and quickly turned upwards at the last minute. However, I did not expect George to be inches behind me when I did this.

He grabbed my hood and dragged me to gravity's doom with him: the floor that was enchanted to have grass. Grass wouldn't help break the fall, though. Both of us were screaming our heads off and I suddenly regretted that I had put sound wards all around the room. Damn. We were officially screwed.

The last thing I remember was darkness consuming me…

We were just two rocks onto one another. There was something warm and hard against my cheek. I gasped for breath and flung open my eyelids. There, in all its glory, was… George's chest. I was leaning against George's chest. It was so naughty that it actually felt… comforting. Like he would protect me. NO. Stop it, you shouldn't be doing this. He's unconscious. Go get help and tell no one about this happening. Not even George. I argued with my mind. It didn't help that a muscled (From quittich I guess) arm was flung around my waist. But eventually my disagreeable mind won.

I sighed and carefully attempted to get up. But the arm wouldn't move. His arm would not move at all. It felt… lifeless. I panicked.

"George?" my lip was trembling and my voice was weak and soft. "George, please don't die on me. Please!" I pleaded. Suddenly I felt a heartbeat and his eyes fluttered open.

"Wha' happened? Dani, are you okay… why are you leaning against my chest?! And why are we on the floor?!" he groaned. I sighed a breath of relief.

"We're on the floor because you dragged me here. Yes, I'm okay, but I don't know about you. Third, I woke up in this position and I can't lift your arm." His eyes widened and he gaped at his arm that was curled tightly around my waist. His cheeks were slightly turning the color of a tomato. I felt heat in my face as well.

"Umm… I can't move my arm either. I think it's broken. Just like our poor brooms over there." He pointed to the wooden pieces on the floor nearby with a snitch resting on top of them. I hated my laugh, but I did it right then and there.

"Why are you laughing?" George curiously asked. I glanced at the snitch again and he started laughing too. We would make good…umm…friends… someday. I blushed at this thought.

"Shouldn't we… you know… get help for your arm?" I commented. He just warmed up more to me, like he didn't want to let go or move in any way. I guess I might possibly have felt the same way, since I let him. I honestly didn't know why; I haven't ever felt this way towards another person. And I could just intangibly escape his clutches, anyway… so I don't know why I wouldn't.

His head scotched closer to mine. His eyes traveled to my lips and then to my ocean blue eyes. My heart fluttered. It was beating like never before. The tips of our noses touched. I closed my eyes. Just a little closer…

SLAM! The noise came like giants plundering. It came up the staircase. I pushed myself away from George abruptly and whispered "Someone's coming!" He tried to spring up, but his broken arm was still firmly in place. I sighed and went intangible. His eyes widened when he saw that I was the same as the Hogwarts ghosts. I went through his arm and turned solid again. "You can't tell anyone about this, deal?" he nodded. "Good." I lifted him to standing upright. As if on cue, the door sprung open to reveal Hermione.

"Lunch is almost ready, so… Am I interrupting anything?" she must have suspected something between us. I came up with, "Umm… we'll be right there!"

She closed the door and marched down the stairs. We both waited until she hit the floor before sighing relief. I glanced at George, who looked as awkward as I was- possibly even more. He shifted his gaze over to me.

"So… that just happened." I stated.

"Yeah… how long have you been able to do that ghost-thing?"

"Since I was born."

"So you're like a half-breed?"

"A what?"

"Half-breed. Half magical, half creature? In your case a ghost."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess."

We stared at each other not knowing what to do. The fact is: our lips had almost touched. We were both leaning in for a kiss. This was our choice. So much for the "starting over" initiative…

"Do you want to head downstairs?"

"Sure."

We both strolled down to the kitchen, not saying a word. When we arrived, everyone was already digging into their sandwiches. This time the two open seats were right next to each other with Tonks and Fred on either side. We plopped down and stared into out laps.

"Something wrong?" Tonks noticed. Her hair was bubblegum pink, but now it changed to forest green with blue streaks. That got everyone else's attention. I acted quickly and took matters into my own hands before George could mess it up.

"No, of course not! We're just… hungry. We've been playing quittich all day, after all." This answer seemed to be acceptable for her, so we all continued stuffing our faces. Then Mr. Weasley, who had just arrived from the Ministry of Magic, spoke up.

"Are you kids ready for your next year of Hogwarts?" I beamed at them; I would be going with them.

"The Daily Prophet says that Harry's lying about You-Know-Who coming back. I can't believe that they would just… lie to the whole magical world!" Ron warned.

"Somehow, some people believe that Rita Skeeter woman! Preposterous!" Bill growled.

Harry piped up, "I don't think that this year will be any better than the previous years." Many people nodded. I wondered just what exactly had happened the previous years. I had the feeling that Clockwork didn't tell me everything about Harry's past life. I was supposed to be protecting him for goodness sakes! I need to know these kinds of things in order to do that.

"Well," Ginny intervened, "Dani, what are you looking forward to?" Everyone turned their heads towards me. I opened my mouth, but only stuttering came out.

"Umm… I'm not really sure yet. What's Hogwarts like?" Hermione gaped the biggest.

"You don't know?! Haven't you at least read Hogwarts: A History?" I shook my head. She looked disappointed that there was still no one else who was a know-it-all. I hopefully glanced at Remus, who knew what was going on usually.

"Well, first, you go to King's Cross Station and enter platform 9 ¾. Then," Remus was cut off – by me.

"Wait- did you just say platform 9 ¾?!"

"Yes… what did you think?"

"Well, you can't expect me to remember everything that was on that letter!" I huffed.

Remus continued to explain to me about the houses, the teachers, ghosts, and a bunch of other stuff I couldn't remember because I forgot to take notes. I was told more about the whole "boy who lived" thing. Apparently, Harry was given this lightning bolt scar when he was a baby when the dark lord failed at killing him. His parents had done some weird ancient magic ritual that had saved him, even after they died. So Harry is really famous among the wizarding world and has been battling that snake-face every year of he's been at Hogwarts. And everyone said that he won each time except of course, Harry. He claims it was just luck. Too modest for the savior of this world!

Next, I asked about the subject I had been craving information about. The one who they referred to as "You-Know-Who" or "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named".

"So how do you guys plan on stopping Voldemort?" I abruptly asked. Everyone turned in my direction, either calming goosebumps, gaping, or pondering about my question. "What?! Isn't that the whole plan?!"

Ron gulped, "Blimey, you said the name!" Other than Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius, and Harry, everyone shook their head.

"What? You mean… Voldemort?" I still had no idea what was going on. One minute they were all talking with glee, the next they were sitting in silence at what I simply said. It was almost as if… they were literally scared of a name! Crazy, right?

"You can't just… say it!" Fred blurted out.

"On the contrary…" Dumbledore wisely started, "Fear of the name only increases the fear itself. I agree with Ms. Time; we should all learn to do the same in saying Voldemort's name."

"Well," Mrs. Weasley gasped, trying to change the subject, "I think it should be about time for us to go shopping for school supplies. Tomorrow we can all go down to Diagon Ally."

Dumbledore suddenly added, "I don't believe Ms. Time has a wand yet. And the other students would soon become suspicious if they knew she was capable of wandless magic." I perked up at the sound of my name. The others did, too.

"I forgot! She has no wand! But…" Harry trailed off, "wandless magic takes years to learn even for the most experienced wizard! And you're our age! So how…"

"Umm… I'm a fast learner?" I replied sweetly and comical. I think they bought it. YES! Well, except for George, who has learned more about me than everyone else. He could tell I was lying.

"Myself and the headmaster will leave now; we have business to attend to." Snape intervened.

"And I'll stay here with the rest of the Order since it's too dangerous for Sirius, and Moody looks 'out of place' with that eye." Remus commented. He was glancing at Tonks while he said this. I get the feeling that someone finally has a crush… The twins were waggling their eyebrows at him and he glared at them.

"I'll take you kids to Diagon Ally tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley happily glanced down at me, the twins, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "But first, let's get some sleep."

I genuinely smiled. I was going to Hogwarts. I was going to control magic. Thank you, Clockwork! I raced up the stairs and crawled into my temporary bed inside Ginny's room. I didn't even bother changing since I remembered what happened this morning. I cuddled up against the pillow.

I wondered how Danny was faring back in Amity Park. Probably dealing with Skulker or the box ghost. Oh well, I was in the middle of a war. And that is way cooler than fighting with past enemies. Ha, in your face, Danny! I wondered where the heck Ember, Wulf, and Cujo were. I hoped they were somewhere safe. With these pleasant thoughts in my mind, I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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