THE MAGICAL PHANTOM

CHAPTER SIX: SNARK-FEST

"I- uh, don't know what you're talking about?" Danny excused vainly. Shade meowed innocently at his feet.

The four of them were now on their way 'to their common rooms' as far as Snape and McGonagall knew, but Danny had yet to explain himself so no, that's not where they were going. And they couldn't sit outside the girls bathroom since Snape, McGonagall and the half-fainted Quirrell were bound to come out at some point.

"Come on, Danny! We bloody saw you take out a mountain troll alone! Something is up." Ron insisted.

"Would you believe me if I said you were seeing things?" He hoped.

"No." They said in unison. Danny winced.

"What if I told you it was an extremely hard to learn series of spells that can only be preformed via wandless magic?" Danny asked again, although he silently asked himself, 'That's a thing, right?'

"No, wandless magic is extremely difficult to begin learning, let alone get to the point where you can cast full spells. There are only a handful of people who are at that point and they've studied, trained and practiced for decades. You're a First Year in a wizarding school you've attended for two months. There's no way you could be at that point already. It's physically impossible." Hermione scolded him, annoyed with his putting off the conversation.

Danny winced again.

"I had a free weekend?" He tried hopelessly. They glared again. Danny sighed a long sigh.

"Hold on to your hats, gentleman and lady, have I got a tale for you." He started. "So, Danny Phantom. American Ghostly Superhero, right? Ghost, ghost powers, dead. Right?"

"What does Danny Phantom have to do with-" Hermione started, aggravated, but Danny shot her a look.

"Right?" He insisted. They nodded. Danny smiled sadly and shook his head. "Wrong."

That was all he said before he took two large steps ahead of the other three and turned to face them.

"My parents were scientists, okay, but not the usual kind. They studied the supernatural for a living but mostly ghosts, even though they believed them all to be evil, soulless beings. Eventually they built this thing, a Ghost Portal, to look into the Ghost Zone, where ghosts live." Danny started, hesitating around the end. The next part was never easy.

"What's all this got to do with blasting mountain trolls?" Ron asked, oblivious to Danny's discomfort. Hermione elbowed him, noticing what he didn't.

"I'm getting to that." He said impatiently. "When they first turned it on it didn't work. They, and my friends, were pretty disappointed with it so they gave up. But my friend made me go inside the stupid thing, something about wanting to see what was on the other side." He continued carefully, getting nervous.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked curious and confused, but didn't interrupt again.

"So I went in, and even figured out the problem." He said sadly. Hermione looked interested.

"What was it?" She asked intently. Danny let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"My parents put the 'on' button on the inside of the portal." He said sourly. "Take a guess to how that turned out."

The three Gryffindors pondered for a few moments only, before Danny spoke up again.

"It turned on, with me inside of it. All I remember is," Danny cut himself off, not daring to go further before jumping to the next part of the story. "Anyway, I've been like this since that day."

"Like, what?" Ron asked, unsure. Danny smiled a bit.

"No? Still can't figure it out?" Danny said, before turning to Harry and Hermione. "Come on, invisibility, walking through walls, accident in a ghost portal? Hermione, you've seen me fight before with the same power I just used!"

Harry thought for a moment, before something clicked.

'Ghost powers.' Harry thought suddenly. He was about to speak up about his revelation when Hermione beat him to it, with an even deeper one.

"You? You're- Phantom? You're the Danny Phantom?" She asked incredulously.

"Surprise." Danny said dully, before letting the familiar halo of light appear around his waist just as it had millions of times before. Only… his outfit changed?

The ring split into two, as per usual, but left behind an even newer outfit. Danny looked down and saw he was in a black t-shirt, the DP emblem still on his chest in white, with a white vest over it but unzipped, letting the logo be seen. He had white fingerless gloves on now; along with black sweat pants that had a white stripe going down both legs and matching snow-white combat boots.

'Much better.' Danny thought, enjoying the new outfit better than the one that replaced the HAZMAT suit previously.

Clockwork had once told him ghost clothing worked differently than humans, and simple thought or feelings towards the outfit would make the appropriate change. He guessed it happened after Hermione pointed out his clothing a while ago and he realized that he didn't like it very much. The time lapse, though, he would have to ask Clockwork about that.

There was a deadly (pun intended) silence in the hallway they were in, until Hermione broke it with a loud snort.

"Least you changed your outfit. The other one was just- atrocious." She said, smiling at him. Harry and Ron still looked gob smacked, though.

"You- you're okay with this? Just like that?" Danny asked, not used to the feeling of immediate acceptance. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Of course, who wouldn't be? You're still the same dork as before, just now with more glowing." She quipped playfully. Danny chuckled, before nodding.

"I guess. You don't know what it means that someone else, well, accepts it." He said hesitantly. Then he looked to Harry and Ron, who were still shocked. "And you two?" He asked, almost hopefully.

They were silent for a few moments and Danny took that as a no.

"Look if you don't I understand. I won't bother you at all, but just- don't tell anyone?" He pleaded. They were still silent.

"Anybody home?" Hermione asked, knocking on both their heads, which seemed to break them from their stupors. Ron immediately brightened up.

"That's bloody amazing, mate! What other powers have you got? Can you go through things like the ghosts here? Or take off your head like Sir Nicholas? Or touch things like Peeves? Or…"

And so the questions continued. But Danny was happy to answer them, this time, for he knew he had true friends again.


Danny, Harry, Ron and Hermione had been together a lot more often, and on much more friendly terms than before, since Halloween night. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and learning about the existence of halfas and the identity of Danny Phantom was one of them.

Currently, they were huddled around a small fire Hermione had conjured up to keep themselves warm in the courtyard. It was so cold when Danny saw his breath he had almost flew straight into the sky in his human form to take on the offending spirit before he remembered that, yes, seeing your own breath can mean something besides upcoming pain.

Although Danny wasn't cold, he still stood close to the fire for two reasons. First was to keep up appearances, since he was only in his robes and his plain outfit underneath, a contrast to the other three who had heavy clothing on under theirs. Second, to hide the fire they were all sure was a violation of some rule or another.

Which, Hermione seemed to be doing better with. Although nothing too bad of course, she was much more relaxed about it than she was before. She had even stopped admonishing Danny at being almost late to class most of the time, but that was more because she was now aware he was spending his nights training, talking to Dumbledore or asking around about 'You-Know-Who' since she still took great pleasure in scolding Harry and Ron.

"Fenton! Potter!" Snape's angry tone carried out through the courtyard, like they knew it would when they first saw him.

"Guess we looked guilty." Danny muttered to the others, who held in snickers.

Snape stormed up to the four kids, favoring one of his legs, which Danny noticed immediately, his mind already running through possibly scenarios. Once again, force of habit. In a ghost fight, analyzing quickly and efficiently helps tremendously, both enemies and allies.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?" Snape asked, as if he had caught Harry doing something red-handed.

"That's a book, Professor Snape." Danny said patronizingly, putting emphasis on 'Professor' for added extra effect. Snape glared at Danny, yet again.

"Wrong again, Fenton. That," He said, pointing at the Quidditch Through the Ages book in Harry's hands that Hermione had lent him. "Is five points from Gryffindor." He finished slyly, taking the book roughly from Harry's grasp and limping away.

"He just made that rule up." Harry said angrily to them as they watched Snape retreat.

"Better being busted for a fake rule than a real one." Danny said as he took his hand off the lantern and let it flicker back into visibility. Hermione smiled, enjoying the casual display of powers.

"Wonder what's wrong with his leg?" Harry asked, looking back at the direction Snape left.

"Don't know, but I hope it's really hurting him." Ron said bitterly.

"Maybe it's finally buckling under the weight of his ego." Danny quipped; almost wishing Snape could hear it.

They snorted.


Shade meowed.

"No, you're not eating again. You'll end up like Garfield at this rate." Danny denied. Shade meowed again.

"So what if you're hungry? I've wanted to watch Batman for more than a week now and that still hasn't happened." Danny said bitterly. Shade meowed, but it turned into a hiss at the end.

"You more food ate two hours ago than I have all day, you will not die." Danny rolled his eyes. "Stop being so overdramatic."

"Ah, a boy and his cat." Daphne's voice came from behind them. They turned to see the blonde Slytherin herself trudge into the common room, heave her books onto the coffee table and flop down on the couch, using Danny as her footstool once more.

"Again with the lounging." Danny cried out exasperatedly, but made no move to shove her feet from his lap this time and, instead, put his up on the coffee table while looking at Shade as if to say 'sorry, couldn't if I wanted to now'.

Shade hissed, understanding the look quite well. Danny smirked as the cat curled up instead. Daphne rolled her eyes.

"How do you understand him so easily? It's like you're having full conversations with each other." She asked, amused. Danny smiled.

"It's easy, you see." Danny said, before dropping his voice to a lower level. "I am the cat," he paused. "Whisperer." He spoke even lower for dramatic effect, which only served to give Daphne a case of the giggles.

"So," Danny quickly changed the subject. "Where were you all day? You ran off after breakfast and missed Defense Against the Dark Arts, which Quirrell absolutely cannot teach."

"I had to miss it or he'd have given me a zero on that stupid snails paper." She complained. Danny shot her a look.

"Why didn't you do it last night?" He asked her expectantly.

"Pansy kept distracting me, trying to gossip about everything under the sun." Daphne complained with a sigh. Danny smiled sympathetically for a second before speaking.

"Well, I was-" He started, but Daphne cut him off.

"Walking around the courtyard, sassing Professor Snape, the usual. I know." She said slyly.

"How?" He inquired. She smirked.

"Me and Tracey were coming back from the Astronomy Tower and he came from that way, all angry-like and muttering something about 'Fenton's gonna cost us the cup this year', or something along those lines." She said happily, fighting to keep herself from laughing.

Danny smiled despite himself. It warmed his frozen heart that Snape cursed him in his free time.

"You're proud of it, aren't you?" She asked knowingly, laughing more. Danny chuckled along.


"He really think's Snape is after what Fluffy is guarding?" Danny asked Ron and Hermione, who he sat with at the Quidditch match.

They had just told him what Harry had said happened when the Boy-Who-Lived attempted to retrieve his book back from the Potions Professor. Although convincing evidence, Danny wasn't sure.

"Fluffy? You know its name?" Ron asked, startled. Danny shrugged.

"In my experience, if something is large, frightening and mean, it's either named 'Fluffy', 'Cuddles' or 'Muffin'. I'd be willing to go with any of those, but I like Fluffy here." He explained to them. They shrugged, before replying.

"You say it like you don't think so. How could that not be it? Everything we've seen adds up so far." Ron insisted. Hermione scoffed.

"Please, he's a teacher. He has better things to do than chasing with some object under the school." She told him surely.

"Unless it was the right object." Ron threw back. Danny sighed.

"Ron, I think Hermione's right on this one." He said. Ron looked betrayed. "Snape has better things to do in his free time like kicking puppies and taking candy from babies or something, not play 'Indiana Snape and the Surely Dead Professor' because there's no way he's getting past that dog. Without me at least." He finished, flashing his eyes quickly.

"You think you could get by it?" Hermione asked, as if it was ridiculous. Danny snorted.

"Please, that would be child's play." He said proudly. Ron looked at him, unsure.

"How? Are you sure it wouldn't see you while you're invisible? Might smell you out." Ron argued.

"Oh, we're talking about the stealth approach? Well that's a lot less fun but it works I guess." Danny relented, but the other two looked confused.

"How were you thinking of getting by it then, if not going invisible?" Hermione asked. But she seemed to know because she sounded like she dreaded the answer.

"Fighting it. That's usually how I get things done." Danny said with a shrug. Hermione and Ron looked almost frightened.

"You are way too overpowered compared to the other ghosts here." Hermione told him simply. Danny just shrugged again.


It was after Gryffindor scored the first point of the game that things got interesting, starting with a newcomer.

"Budge up there, move along." Came a voice that sounded vaguely familiar to Danny.

"Hagrid!" Hermione and Ron cheered happily.

Right, the Gamekeeper that was fond of the three. He was the one Harry and Ron went to visit a while ago. Danny moved back one, to sit behind Hermione, and let Ron and Hermione squeeze together to allow Hagrid enough space to join them.

"Bin watchin' from me hut." Hagrid informed them. "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd."

Hermione and Ron nodded along before Hagrid turned to Danny.

"And you must be that Danny lad Harry and Ron told me about. Spoke nothing but good things, they did. The names Rubeus Hagrid, butcha can call me Hagrid." Hagrid said, offering a handshake to the halfa behind him. Danny took it with a smile.

"That's me, Danny Fenton. Nice to finally meet you, Hagrid." Danny replied. Hagrid huffed a laugh he pulled his hand back.

"You got yourself quite the grip there, lad." Hagrid said jokingly as he pulled out a pair of overly large binoculars to look for Harry.

"Yeah, don't know my own strength." Danny muttered as he looked carefully at his hand. He'd shaken a bunch of hands since he'd been here, but Hagrid was the only one to point something out. Did someone else notice too?

"No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?" Hagrid asked them as he scoped the sky for Harry.

"Nope." Ron agreed. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'." Hagrid replied, not looking away from Harry. Danny smiled.

"Slytherin is in possession," Lee Jordan, the announcer for the game, said. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the- wait- was that the Snitch I saw?"

It seemed everybody saw it at once, for the crowd was starting to get excited. Harry himself came down from where he'd been above everybody to go neck-and-neck with Marcus Flint for the little gold ball. Until Flint knocked Harry off course, sending him spinning away.

"Foul!" All the Gryffindors screamed.

Madam Hooch had pulled Flint aside by now go yell at him before ordering a free shot for Gryffindor. Which was good, but everyone had lost the Snitch.

"Come on ref! Red card!" Dean Thomas was yelling at the top of his lungs.

"What are you going on about, Dean?" Ron asked, not understanding the muggle reference.

"Red card!" Dean cried at Ron. Danny quickly intervened.

"It's a penalty for soccer, a non-magic sport, and if you get flagged with the red card you're out of the game." Danny explained to Ron before Dean had the chance to blow up at him again.

"But this isn't soccer." Ron reminded them, confused.

"They oughta change the rules, then. Flint coulda knocked Harry right outta the air with a move like that!" Hagrid bellowed angrily.

Meanwhile, Lee Jordan didn't seem to have a problem with picking sides.

"So- after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating happening-" He started.

"Jordan!" McGonagall interrupted her. Jordan rolled his eyes.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul that just happened, literally in front of everyone-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you." McGonagall said dangerously. Jordan huffed.

"Alright, alright. Flint nearly kills Potter, the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor is taken up by Spinnet, who easily puts it away. So we continue the play, still with Gryffindor in possession."

Danny could appreciate someone like Lee Jordan. Not overly sarcastic unless the times call for it, but not willing to pass up an opportunity to use it. Hhe was the type to call someone out on a dirty move in front of an entire stadium of people while sitting next to McGonagall? Danny respected his levels of sass.

"Slytherin has taken possession, Flint with the Quaffle-" He commentated. "-Hit in the face with Bludger, hope it broke his nose-" He joked. "-And Slytherin scores. Yay." He muttered the last part unenthusiastically.

As the Slytherins cheered loudly, Danny covered his ears. Enhanced hearing could be a real bi- bother sometimes.

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing up there." Hagrid pointed out, staring at the boy through his binoculars. "If I didn't know better I'd say he'd lost control of his broom. But, he can't have." He finished, unsure.

Just like them, everyone was now looking up at Harry while his broom thrashed him around and he almost fell off several times. Until he did, after one furious jerk, and was dangling by one hand.

"Danny can't you do something?" Hermione cried, turning to Danny, who looked conflicted too.

"I've been watching him for a while now, after that stunt Flint pulled, and it started spazing out a while ago, right after the collision, to be exact, but I can't get up there quick enough without exposing myself." Danny muttered back, hoping Hagrid or Dean didn't hear.

Hermione huffed.

"Fine, cover me." Danny said, sitting on the ground behind Hermione. He let the familiar rings of light appear before Hermione cried out again.

"Wait!" He stopped the transformation immediately to stand up and see her take a hold of Hagrid's binoculars, pointing them at the crowd.

"What are you doing? And what were you doing on the floor?" Ron asked them, but received no straight answer.

"I knew it." Hermione gasped out. "Snape- look."

Ron took the binoculars while Danny focused on finding Snape's body energy among the crowd, but they both did zero in on the black-robed man who was staring intently at Harry and muttering constantly under his breath.

"What's he saying?" Ron asked Danny, who blinked away his eyes that were tingling from focusing on Snape.

Danny strained his hearing to hear, trying to zero in on Snape specifically, but it was impossible with all the background noise going on. Giving up before he got a major headache, Danny sighed as he stopped trying to focus on Snape.

"I don't know, I can't hear it. There's too much noise in the background to focus properly. I could barely hear anything past Malfoy's obnoxious laughter." Danny sighed sadly.

"He's doing something-" Hermione concluded. "Jinxing the broom."

"What should we do?" Ron asked, unsure.

"Leave it to me." She replied quickly. Danny tried to stop her, but she had already gone. Danny sighed.

"Cover me." He muttered to Ron, who nodded and dropped his wand. Danny bent down, as if to pick it up, but never came up.


Hermione, now on the other stand, smiled as she heard the Potions Professor yelp in surprise. A few choice words had successfully… set Snape on fire. Almost giggling to herself, Hermione scooped up the flames into a jar that she quickly shoved in her pocket before making her way back to Ron and Danny.

The yelp had done the trick; Harry had the ability to control his broomstick again. Although, that would have been better if he still wasn't hanging from it. The crowd gasped as Harry's fingers finally slipped and he felt himself fall from the broom and he closed his eyes to brace for the impact.

Only, he felt something holding him in place. He opened his eyes to see Danny, in Phantom form, holding him up by his wrist. The entire crowd breathed a sigh of relief as they saw Phantom haul Harry upwards and let Harry settle in on his broomstick again.

Harry lowly breathed a sigh of thanks, happily sitting on his Nimbus Two Thousand. Danny smiled.

"No problem, that's my job. I gotta leave before the game starts but good luck out there." Danny said quickly before vanishing, before adding, "And stay on your broom this time." While still invisible.

Harry sat up on his broom a moment after Danny disappeared, feeling like he was going to be sick. That is, until he coughed, and something gold fell into his hand.

"I- I've got the Snitch!" Harry cried excitedly, waving it around.

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it." Flint was complaining, still twenty minutes after the game had ended.

"Well that's closer than you got to it, now isn't it?" Danny had quipped as he crossed the field to see Daphne.


Danny and Shade trudged away from the Quidditch field and called after Snape.

"Professor Snape." Danny called, hoping he would stop. He didn't though. He seemed to be in a hurry, despite his limp.

"Snape." Danny called again, seriously. Snape turned around.

"What do you want, Fenton? Can't you see I'm trying to get somewhere?" Snape snapped as he turned around, hoping to intimidate Danny. Although deep down he knew that was a lost cause.

Danny, shockingly, didn't respond with a snappy comment back. Instead he looked pointedly at Snape.

"What was that in there?" Danny demanded.

"What are you talking about, Fenton? Start making sense before I take points from-" Snape started to lecture but Danny cut him off.

"You were muttering, staring at Harry's broom the whole time it was going haywire and it stopped the second you jumped up. What was going on?" Danny said bluntly. Snape glared.

"None of your business. I don't have to explain myself to a First Year." Snape said, moving to turn around.

"I'll find out one way or another, and it would be a lot easier to get the truth upfront. Why did you jinx Harry's broomstick?" Danny insisted. Snape scowled.

"I wasn't jinxing the broomstick." Snape replied coldly back. Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Then what were you doing? Because it sure as hell looked like you were jinxing Harry." Danny shot back. Snape looked murderous.

"I wasn't jinxing anybody, Fenton! It was a counter-curse!" Snape exploded, before clamming up immediately. Danny smiled.

"Now we're getting somewhere. Do you know who cursed it to begin with?" Danny prodded. Snape glared again before turning away.

"Mind your own business, Fenton. These things are completely over your head. Ten points from Slytherin." Snape said simply before limping away.

Danny didn't make a move to stop him this time. Instead he turned to Shade.

"Well, least we know how to get information out of him. Just get him angry enough." Danny said with a sigh. "Come on, we better get to Hagrid's before Hermione sends a search party for us."


After a short argument about dinner, Danny and Shade ended up at Hagrid's door. He politely knocked on the door, only opening it when he heard Hagrid's booming invitation to come in.

"It was Snape." Ron was explaining to Harry. "Hermione, Danny and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick. Muttering and wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," Hagrid disagreed. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at one another. Danny looked at the floor.

"He tried to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween. The one on the third floor? It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding." Harry told him the truth. Hagrid dropped his teapot.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" He asked, shocked.

Ron and Hermione turned to Danny, amazed.

"How did you know the dogs name was Fluffy?" Ron asked. Danny shrugged.

"I didn't. I just said it's usually something along those lines. Fluffy was a lucky guess is all." He replied. Hagrid, although interested to how Danny knew the name of his creature, ignored it in favor of explaining.

"Yeah, he's mine, ya know? Bought him off a Greek chappie from the pub last year. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-" Hagrid cut himself off.

"The what?" Harry asked eagerly. Hagrid shook his head furiously.

"Now, don't ask me anymore. That's top secret, it is." He said gruffly.

"But Snape's trying to steal it!" Harry insisted. Danny spoke up this time.

"I don't think so, guys. I just talked to him, caught him while he was walking away, and asked him about what happened. He wasn't very happy about it, and we pressed each other a bit, but he finally said something about him trying to cast a counter-curse." Danny explained. Ron scoffed.

"Now that's rubbish, there. Who else would try and curse Harry? Professor Quirrell?" Ron asked sarcastically. Danny shrugged.

"Look, I just think we should look further than Snape, that's all. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover." Danny said firmly.

"We're not, we're judging it by the fact it almost killed Harry!" Hermione cried out. "I know a jinx when I see one, Danny. I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact and you know for a fact Snape wasn't blinking at all. We saw him!"

"Someone else could've done it, then. Snape would have no reason to lie to me, past being a jerk. There was nobody else there; I called him out on the jinx. If it was him, he could've ended me or mind-zapped me and been done with it. But he didn't." Danny insisted. "And he doesn't know that stuff won't work on me, either, so that's no excuse." He added when he say Harry about to interject.

"I'm tellin' you, yer wrong!" Hagrid claimed. "I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that but Snape wouldn't try and kill a student! No teacher would! Now listen to me- all four of yeh- yer meddlin' in things that don't concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, and what it's guardin'. That's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel-"

"So," Harry interrupted. "There's a Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?" Harry deducted.

Hagrid looked furious with himself.


Danny sighed and he and Shade made their way to the training ground. He was really confused now.

Snape was surely involved in whatever was going on, but almost definitely not in the way Harry and the others suspected. Danny's gut was telling him that there was more to it than just 'Snape is mean, dresses in black, and hates Harry' and he had learned to trust his gut with his life.

But, this Nicolas Flamel person was definitely a place to start. Although, he wished Harry hadn't cut Hagrid off. Now they would definitely get no more information. If there was one thing he learned from people ranting/monologue-ing, it was that that's where they reveal a good bit of information so it was best to either listen and learn, or sneak attack during.

Unfortunately, he could do neither since Harry effectively cut Hagrid off as a source of information. He supposed he could ask around as Phantom, though. People would be more inclined to tell the ghostly protector more than they would the scrawny first year. But he hoped none of the staff would find out anytime soon if that was going to be his plan; surely they wouldn't tell either of him anything then.

So he could ask Dumbledore, McGonagall, possibly Snape again and some others as Phantom. He could always talk to the ghosts. They were bound to know something helpful, right? They'd only been at the castle for hundreds of years.

That was what he would do, Danny decided. Ask around as Phantom seemed like the safe bet, especially since it helped in keeping Fenton out of trouble, which he felt like he would be in if he pressed Snape too hard after today. He knew today pushed it a little far, as Snape was still a teacher no matter how snarky, but he hadn't really had much options. But today did prove that Snape had a soft spot for him, as he was sure if anyone else asked they'd have been turned to ash.

Danny sighed again. If only he could get into the 'Zone from Hogwarts he would be able to ask Clockwork about these things. Where was the stopwatches magical glowing letters when you needed them? Probably messing around with the Danny Phantom from another time-stream, Danny thought bitterly. Anyways, he had to know something. He was Clockwork!

Now if only he could get a message to Clockwork. He sighed for the third time. He could never just have a normal school year, could he?

Aaand scene!

So, what did you think about this one guys? Sorry if it's a little boring and slow here, there's not much ways to work "superhero ghost boy" in with "boy falls off broom" but I tried. But bare with me, things will surely be more interesting next chapter. I promise. Can anyone guess what might happen?

And in case you didn't notice, the poll on my profile for Danny's pairing is closed with Luna as the winner by a hell of a landslide. Which means, she'll probably be introduced next year (when she starts) but I can tell you that she won't meet the Golden Trio until much later; she'll primarily be in contact with Danny and Ginny, which I think I said before.

Also, as always, don't forget to review what you thought of the chapter, good or bad. And also as always feel free to PM me any questions/comments/concerns you may have and I'll do my best to answer without giving all the secrets away ;)

And one more thing, a special thanks to Chaos Infinity-X who not only gave the idea for Danny's outfit change, but has helped a great deal with ideas for this story! That said, I'll see you next update. Which WILL be soon since midterms are finally over.