Da da da da! Here you are chapter 7. At last you'll all get to learn who is Danny's tutor and relieve me when I say the truth will shock you all for it's not who you think. But then again I just love to surprise people. I won't say anything else but one of you got pretty damn close, not really I just like to get their hopes up.

Chapter 7

"Hello, are you Danny Fenton?" a girl with shoulder length curly reddish blonde hair said casually. Setting the book down she got up smoothing her red robe that contrasted well with her features. "I'm Marietta Edgecombe… I'm suppose to be your tutor." He said shortly afterward. She extended a hand and smiled politely enough.

Danny shook her hand and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, and yeah, I'm Danny Fenton." They stood there for a few minutes in silence not really sure what to say next, it was Daja who interrupted the silence when she emerged from her place on Danny's shoulder. She scared Marietta so much that she shrieked and fell over backward on her butt.

"W-What is that thing?" she said trembling. Daja didn't take too kindly on the new stranger just shouting that loud especially when she had such sensitive ears. The fiery little creature got into a defensive stance ignoring Danny as he went over to help the young witch up.

He helped her up back onto her feet, "Hey are you okay?"

"Yes, but what is that…that thing?" she repeated fighting to control her breathing. Upon hearing this Daja growled a bit to show off her small but pointed teeth at the frightened girl. "Ugh."

"Don't mind her," Danny reassured Marietta, "She doesn't like strangers that much." The witch brushed off some of the wrinkles on her robe keeping a wary eye on Daja who was currently occupying the space high up on top of the dresser. Daja watched over the two, making sure that the newcomer wasn't a threat to her master, from her personal 'lookout tower'.

"Kind of noticed that… so I guess I better see how much you've gotten done so far." Danny brought out all of the work he had managed to complete so far and laid it out for her to take a good look at it. He stood back while she went over his progress hoping that he had gotten at least half of I right.

Marietta was astounded at the amount of work he had gotten done in such a short amount of time. It was almost scary… From a pocket inside her robe she pulled out a stack of yellow parchment that was thick with the grading criteria for the first year. Honestly she hadn't expected to find so much done. Maybe the first year and a bit of the second year done, and that's if he hurried. But it didn't look like he had hurried at all, it was as if he had taken his time because he wanted a good grade.

"Wow, this is…" she stuttered out.

"Is it too little I'm sorry if it's only that much I tried to got as much done as possible… you know…" Danny rubbed the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous about something.

"No, no it's not that you did a good job so far… it's just, I didn't expect you to have so much done." She said. Afraid that she had offended him or something she quickly added, "But what do I know I'm just a stand in until your real tutor or tutors get here."

"My real tutors?" he repeated confused, "You mean you're not my actual tutor?"

"No," she sighed, "Since they couldn't make it today I was sent here, but I was told to give you this as well when I saw you." Marietta handed Danny an envelope with the Hogwarts seal on it. He took it from her and looked at it.

"Thanks,"

"I should probably go I told my dad we'd only be here for a little while and I think he's getting impatient."

"Ok, no problem. Nice meeting you Marietta,"

"Nice to meet you too," she headed out the door with a quick side glance she saw that little fox hop down and head towards Danny. He picked her up and started to pet her behind the ears. Closing the door, Marietta climbed down the stairs to the hub where her father awaited her.

"There you are!" he exclaimed throwing his arms up, "I was starting to think something was going on up there." He said teasingly making his daughter blush.

"Daaaaad!"

"I'm just teasing you, now let's go before the floo powder network gets too crowded and your mother should be home by now from the Ministry." He threw an arm around her leading her to the fireplace where people were coming in and out of shouting where they wanted to go and disappearing in a roar of green flames. Taking a pinch of powder from a pouch that was offered, Mr. Edgecombe threw it into the fire. "After you my dear."

"Oh dad…" Marietta stepped into the flames shouting out the name of her home. "KAULSTER COTTAGE!!!" she vanished as emerald flames engulfed her. Next was her father who repeated what she had done and disappeared in the same matter.

After a few seconds of endless spinning through miles of the magical chimney network, the curly headed witch found herself in the pleasant living room of her home. She stepped out of the fireplace and took in the sweet sensation of being home again, even though she had only been gone for a few hours. Since things were all in order she had to suspect that her mother was home.

Mrs. Edgecombe hated when things were out of order, and thanks to her profession it gave her an excuse to explain her behavior. If something went wrong with one of the networks then her department could have a big mess to clean up after everything was back up and running. Marietta grimaced at the sight of her soot covered shoes and hastily brushed it off just as her dad appeared in the fireplace with his feet covered in soot.

"You know," he said, "Maybe I should have cleaned out the floor of the chimney before you're mother came home."

"Oh, you think so?" both father and daughter turned around to see a smirking, middle-aged woman with the same color hair and bone structure as Marietta, leaning against the wall.

"Mom," Marietta whispered loudly in amusement as her dad, who was standing right next to her was trying to find an excuse as to why he hadn't cleaned out the fireplace completely.

"So… Why did you have to go to Diagon Alley today, and not by any school supplies, hmm?" Mrs. Edgecombe addressed her daughter with a curious stare.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to just go and check on a new transfer student."

"Who is this 'new student' then?"

"He's from the U.S and it turned out that he hadn't had any schooling magic before, he hadn't even known about his magic until Dumbledore told him about it."

"Really?" Mr. Edgecombe said getting interested in the discussion.

"Yeah, can you imagine not being told that you're a wizard or witch until you're fifteen?"

"In some cases yes…"

"What do mean?" Marietta asked confused.

"Well, sweetheart sometimes someone's magic can be hidden for a long time by accident." Her mother explained. "I once heard of one man who didn't know he had any magic until the day before he died. But that was a long time ago way before even your great grandma. It's not common for magic to be blocked off… it still does happen though."

Changing the subject she continued, "So who were you standing in for?"

"I guess the ones who were suppose to have gone… I guess they had something more important to do." Marietta shrugged, "They going to go see him tomorrow though when the weather is a bit better."

"Good, no one in the right mind would even go out in this kind of rain, even if it is by floo powder." Her dad added.

"Since you can't go anywhere then," his wife said slyly, "How about getting started on that fireplace then?"

After the girl had left Daja relaxed enough to jump down and walk towards Danny, looking at him with huge, green eyes that begged him to pet her. Smiling Danny gave her what she wanted. Once she had been satisfied and had taken a seat on the bed, the teenage boy turned his attention to the letter in his hand. Ripping it open to see what it said…

Dear Danny,

I'm sorry for the inconvenience but unfortunately the original tutors that were to meet

with you today were held back for reasons beyond my understanding. I hope that their

stand in was helpful in your studies. Other than to tell you of your tutors arriving

tomorrow to help you I feel a need to remind you to be careful. Otherwise good luck and

I'll see you at Hogwarts this year.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Danny read the letter again before placing it on the night stand. Daja cocked her head curiously and sniffed it before declaring it in her mind boring and of no threat, anything new that entered the room was inspected by her (especially any food). That was some sort of rule that just seemed to come with Daja's personality. Danny ignored this and just got the work he had forgotten to do yesterday and began to read. Daja went over into his lap cuddling close to him. The fox's body heat felt nice against his stomach and was very soothing on this dreary day.

The rain hadn't let up and looked like it was going to keep on going all through the night and part of tomorrow as well. Even though it was only four in the afternoon it was already dark outside with heavy rain clouds blocking off the sun from warming the streets of London. Lightning lashed out across the sky, thunder boomed rattling the windows a bit, and heavy drops fell to the ground.

It didn't bother Danny though, the rain always felt good to him. It just fell down with nothing to distract it from its purpose, it just fell…

Sighing Danny got back to reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Three. At first this stuff seemed interesting but after a while it was just like school, only… different. That is if you count the word suddenly changing into meaning that with a flick of a wand you could command something to float across the room.

Sure Danny could already do this, and without a wand but this kind of magic gave him more control over his powers that could break away from his control at times when his emotions got a little out of control. I don't think Danny could withstand having his pants fall down again when he tried to ask a pretty girl out again. And he definitely didn't want his anger to get the better of him. The little adventure with Clock Work had showed him just what could happen…

Maybe this whole being a wizard wasn't so bad after all…

Dementors are creatures born of darkness and strive on misery by sucking the happiness out of everything. This kind of day was like the perfect day for them. But they weren't here to feed, no, they had some important business to conduct here for their master.

It was with strict orders that they were to do nothing but plant a small spell on the boy that not even Dumbledore or his cursed tracking spells could detect. The spell was of pure genius and complex that very few could even do half of what was required.

As Big Ben chimed the hour of five the malevolent creature departed back to the darkness below, the spell had been activated and should be taking affect soon. If the dark lord was to have his plan succeed then he had to have the boy as soon as possible. The more he knew about his powers the harder it would be to sustain him.

Especially with Dumbledore around…

Getting Potter only a month and a half ago was hard enough as it was. Now that Dumbledore knew that the dark lord had returned he would be keeping a watchful eye on everything and the boys would be near impossible to get near them. If the plan was to succeed action was to be taken now before the new school year started in September. That meant that they didn't have much time left.

The spell had been band in the year 1457, shortly after it had been created; the results had been so horrific it contributed to the beheading and burning that had occurred. It was one of the most heavily guarded spells of which most had no idea of it. Any book that contained knowledge of it had been destroyed, the few that are left belong to private owners or are scattered in random locations around the world. Such books are rare in the wizarding world and are treasures for the secrets they hold within their pages.

In other words, they're books that Hermione would do just about anything to get her hands on one or to even look at it.

Out of all the spells created in the world, this one was among the top ten. Placing a sort of small monitor inside the victim's brain, it can allow the spell castor to be able to drain a person of all their powers. Because of shortages of ingredients, the spell isn't at full power yet.

This was more that a sample, to test Danny's strength without raising suspicion. At the moment the effects started to take their toll….

His vision began to blur a bit but he shook it off easily. "Must be studying a bit too much." He muttered to himself, getting up he placed the book aside and stretched to loosen up his stiff body. Daja was still asleep on the floor, completely undisturbed in a peaceful slumber.

Again the want to sleep returned, it was too early to go to sleep yet and he wasn't that tired. Danny thought stubbornly, again shaking of the want to sleep. It was as if some small part of his mind was slowly taking over and just didn't want o give up no matter how much Danny pushed it back.

It was almost as if it was alive, wanting to feed off something… but what?

Deciding he needed a bit of fresh air, Danny transformed into Phantom and phased through the walls to the rain outside.

At first he let it hit his face to wake him up a bit, and then he turned invisible and intangible before soaring through the sky. Flying higher and higher until he was finally above the storm clouds and with nothing but calm weather all around him.

While those who were gravity bound, faced through rain, Danny was high above the earth swooping and soaring doing and occasional loop or flip once in a while. Enjoying the freedom the sky had to offer.

Before long that sleeping sensation passed away and Danny felt better than he had just felt a few minutes ago. Hearing the chime announcing the time to be six from Big Ben, the young ghost hybrid flew down in a lower altitude returning to the Leaky Cauldron.

His faithful pet, Daja, stirred as he phased into the room changing back into Danny Fenton. "Well Daja, it looks like we don't have to worry about me getting yelled at for doing something wrong until tomorrow." Danny said in good humor.

"Wonder what they're like?"

A small, plump woman with red hair moved about in a small cottage, on occasion glancing up at a clock with nine hands. Each hand represented a different person in the Weasley family; there was herself, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and their seven children, Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill.

At the time, only five hands were pointing at home, Mr. Weasley's and Percy's were on work, and the other two family members were on far away. It was only seven and it was still early for her husband to come home but she just couldn't sit still. Her nerves were rattled on awaiting news from Dumbledore, she was afraid that her husband could be laying dead somewhere, she was worried about Harry, and to top it off the Weasley twins were giving her head a throbbing migraine with all their scheming.

"Those two are up to no good, I just know it!" Mrs. Weasley muttered. She grabbed a knife and started to chop away savagely at the potatoes on the counter as if they had personally insulted her. A small boom rattled the windows, sighing she stopped chopping long enough to take deep breaths.

With a wave of her wand the vegetables started chopping themselves magically. Mrs. Weasley moved so that she could watch as the rain drizzled down against the glass. The sky was starting to darken now and the ground outside was wet and muddy with muddles here and there. Another boom came from upstairs followed by some muffled sounds that were with out a doubt her two sons.

She didn't go upstairs to yell at them, even if she did, they wouldn't listen, they'd just find a way to smuggle some under her nose, and Mrs. Weasley was in no mood to be playing parole officer at the time. But her instincts told her to march upstairs and demand what they were doing.

Getting up from the seat she was in, she climbed up the crooked stairs until she reached a wooden door with a G and F on it. Not even bothering to knock the tired mother barged in with an expression like the one of a tiger that could have even death cowering in fear. "What are you two up to!?" once quick glance around the room told her everything, "All right, hand them over!"

"Mum, come on, we don't have nothin'" Fred said.

"Honest," George added. He and his brother were desperately praying that their mother didn't catch a whiff of their new merchandise that they had just developed. Pushing a box of nosebleed nuggets as far away as possible from him into the corner of his twin's bed.

"Don't you give me that, you're both up to something and it stops right now!" Her hands were on her hip now which meant that she wasn't fooling around. "And it better not be another one of those nosebleed nuggets or anything of the sort."

Fred and George were naturally quick to think on their feet considering how many times they've gotten into trouble at Hogwarts, especially with the caretaker, Flintch. "We were getting ready for tomorrow." Fred explained, his heart was hammering inside his ribcage.

As if George had read his brother's mind he explained, "Yeah, since we couldn't go today we thought it be a good idea to get everything set up so that way it is less of a hassle in the morning."

"We figure it's best to go early in the morning so we can have it put out of the way as soon as possible…"

"Wouldn't want to disappoint Dumbledore…"

"After all, he did ask us to do him this little favor…"

"Right mum?"

Mrs. Weasley relaxed slightly, they were right, Dumbledore did ask them… Why? She had absolutely no idea, but then again it was Dumbledore… so he had to have a good reason for choosing the Weasley twins. "You're right, but if I here just one," she wagged her finger at her sons, "just one more boom then I'll beat the truth out of the two of you and instead of going to school you'll be here peeling potatoes. Do you understand?"

Both red heads nodded, slamming the door shut, the teens listened until they were sure that their mother was now downstairs back in the kitchen getting dinner ready. "Whew, that was close!" George said wiping a few loose strands of his fiery red hair away from his brow.

"I'll say," Agreed Fred, "Ok, I think that's it with new creations for today, I don't think mum's nerves can take it much more."

"Right, lets store these in a safe place where she can't fid them. Mum almost found our entire stash of experimental when she came in here yesterday for our laundry."

The twins worked quickly, quietly, and carefully and small objects of different varieties were hidden away behind desks, posters, and small cracks in the walls. The mess in their room made it impossible for anyone to find anything inside. Clothes were hanging out of drawers and I'm pretty certain that a few times something green and moldy looking would move a bit.

When everything was now in their hiding places the twins sat on their beds thinking about tomorrow… at least until dinner that is. "So what cha' think his bloke is gonna be like George?"

"I don't know, but I hope he has a sense of humor…" both brothers grinned at that. So far Ginny and Ron aren't much fun anymore after the first weeks of pranking them and having them try out heir latest creations for their joke shop, Mrs. Weasley threatened to have them both memorizing all of the Wizard's Encyclopedia by heart all summer if they didn't stop. Percy was never any fun and lately he's been acting like a real jackass and all high and mighty. Like he's better than his family now, ever since he got a job at the Ministry of Magic…

The smell of food was what lured them downstairs. "George!"

"What?" George stopped to wait for his brother.

"What if we say…? I don't know… ask our guest tomorrow to try out some of our stuff?" Fred said with a devilish smile. One that was mimicked into an exact copy onto George's face.

"That will be a perfect little lesson…"

There we go, you all probably know what's going to happen next but I bet that you have no idea that I was going to pick the people that I did. Having one person and then switching off to another, now that is fun for me. I wanted to save who would be the tutors until the next chapters but I decided that that would be just a little too cruel for you guys. So anybody still intrested in being my beta reader?