FINALLY GOT THIS OUT! Sorry about the wait guys, started school, bowels got destroyed,

BUT I FIANALLY GOT THIS OUT!

So I finally stopped getting massive stomach aches whenever I write, still not sure why I did in the first place, but I've finally got back into writing my chapters, with more hopefully being released at a more regular pace.

On that front, for those who read my Bleach crossover, I've made a lot of headway on that to, I'm like 7000 words into that, so it will be out soon, not sure when, but soon.

Also, as you might have seen, I'm tired of alice and wonderland titles

As always, I do not own Harry potter or Danny phantom, I just a fan.

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Chapter 4- A messege from Time's old friend

All wisdom, all experience, all prior preconceptions left Albus as he stood before the swirling vortex of green and black.

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The following evening was an interesting one, after sitting down at the Fenton family dining table and having had a taste of that strange American muggle incarnation of pizza (a tad too greasy for his tastes, but he supposed it was more a local choice,) He and his fellow professors finally came to business and talked to the Doctors Fenton. After explaining the situation, and after a few confirmations by the time master himself, the two strange muggles pledged their full support to the order. With a grateful smile, Albus inquired as to the soonest time the family could prepare to "make the jump across the pond" as the old saying goes. The couple surprised him again by claiming they'd be up and ready to leave by the next morning. Now that stumped Albus, surely the couple had a great many delicate and vital instruments to store away, so he questioned them in how they could achieve such speed.

Their answer was nothing less than astounding, according to Jack Fenton, they had made several breakthroughs in utilizing some of the more unique properties in ectoplasm; notably in this case in regards to its effect in spatial relations. Such work had yielded in a variety of extraordinary devices and systems designed to store a near infinite number of items. It was these systems that allowed the couple to hold an entire arsenal of weaponry on their person, to be summoned by whim, and store a menagerie of tools and equipment to use in any circumstances.

They could even store a number of larger objects, such as the couples strange "speeder", as well as an apparently large land based vehicle, to even the house itself. They claimed they could even construct a doorway to access the home, even while it laid in this stored state. Again and again these two Muggles astounded him, as well as brought a great comfort in their support. Self-stored living accommodations, near untraceable means of transportation, and the ability to store any number of tools on one's person? These would be invaluable resources to the order.

After confirming with the parents about their departure, they had agreed to leave just before midday on the morrow, to give the family time to put their affairs in order. It was around this time that both Young Mister Nightingale and Miss Manson both returned via portal in the next room. The moment the two exited the portal, Jack Fenton Bellowed

"Danny-boy, better get ready, tomorrow the Fenton's are leaving to help a magic war!" The boy brought his free hand to his face in a groan, but gave his father a small smile regardless, apparently not at all surprised by his parent's acceptance to join the order.

Albus gave the boy a glance, outwardly he seemed calm and relaxed, but Albus could feel a seething discomfort brewing just from behind his mental barriers. The boy seemed fine, and as the evening progressed, seemed to grow more at ease, so Albus decided to let whatever had transpired during the two's meeting with their "associate" slide, for now. Still, He did notice a few stray feelings of worry emanating from Miss Manson, if it came to be a problem for the two, he would have to be insistent on learning the cause, he was to be their Headmaster soon after all.

As the night grew latter and latter, Mister Foley made his departure, along with Miss Manson, both to inform and ask permission from their respective guardians. The Master of time too took his leave with the children, to lead credence to the offer and help ease the parent's worries.

With a quick tap of his staff and a flash of blue, Time's warden dawned a more human guise, His facial structure remained the same but his pale blue skin had turned a mere pale Caucasian. His pupiless eye's became and an old, but bright pair of green as the blacked scar across his eye changed to a more human coloration, giving the spirt the look of an elder man.

His embroidered cloak had changed to a tan overcoat while his remaining clothing stayed relatively the same, excluding of course the spiritual glow it held before. Apparently this was the form the spirit had present himself as to the parents as the leader of the Coven, it seemed the Fenton's were the only muggle couple to know the true nature of the Covens leadership. The spirit and children said their goodbyes for the night, Miss Manson looking a little tense as she stepped out the door.

Before she left however, young Daniel walked up before her and whispered a few words to the girl. That had apparently cheered the young spirit master up as she gave a few light hearted chuckles, then gave a word of thanks and a quick hug to the boy, leaving the now apparently oblivious children a little red in the face. But their small moment was unfortunately brought to a halt as the Mister Foley had popped up between the two and said,

"intimacy before a war? How romantic!" the two quickly leapt apart, sufficiently more red in the face than before,

"but seriously, you two lovebirds keep at it, I've got a betting pool going and I can already hear all the …" That was as far as the boy got before being swiftly walloped by both his compatriot's staffs, red embarrassment turning to red frustration.

The time master gave his usual smirk and a quick chuckle before stepping up to the children. "As entertaining a scene this is, I'm afraid I still need mister Foley intact for the night, so we best leave," the veiled spirit turned to Albus and the others and said "I'll be sending an owl over so you may inform the rest of your order of the new arrivals, best not to startle them too much." Albus narrowed his eyes, that last comment held a bit of an ominous air about it.

"I'll be seeing you all off tomorrow, have a good night's sleep."

Mister Nightingale reentered the house as the spirit closed the door behind them, taking the children back home. Much of the group returned to the kitchen as the Fenton family began to clean for the night, but Albus spared a quick glance at the door. Miss Manson's trepidation of returning home had him concerned, he eyed Minerva next to him as she turned to him, a look of worry across her face. A small sigh ushered from his side as he turned to Mister Nightingale, stood next to him in the kitchens opening and looked at the front door over his shoulder,

"You don't need to worry about Sam professor, she's not in danger." He said softly, keeping so low as so that only he and Minerva could hear. "It's just things with her Family are complicated," He had turned to the door fully and gave a small sad frown. "Her parents weren't to … happy to learn about her magic."

Realization hit Albus like a wayward bludger as a regretful frown sat on his face. This certainly wasn't the first time a muggleborn's family wasn't so accepting of their kin's abilities, but it was always terrible when it happened. And from her parents no less, Albus gave a soft sigh himself, he couldn't judge the parents, at least not without knowing the circumstances. From what he could gather, young Samantha was cooping fairly well, with no evidence of any abuse at all, which was much better than some instances. It seemed communication was the main problem here, but if that were the case, perhaps some time away would do some good, at the very least placing her in a more supportive environment, though the Fenton's and coven seemed to be providing her ample amounts of support. Still, it was quite sad to see such refusal of a child's magic from their own parents, especially for such a talented young witch.

The kitchen was shortly cleaned as the Fenton parents escorted Albus and the others to the second floor guest rooms, one for Minerva and another for Albus and Severus to share, the couple graciously pulling a spare folding bed and linens for Severus to use as he offered Albus the main bed. Placed in front of the window of the room was a small writing desk, with a quick wave of his wand, he conjured a page of parchment, quill and ink and an envelope to send to Grimmauld to inform the order of their new recruits.

Shortly after finishing his letter, Albus turned his head to a peck at the window, an and fairly large, gray feather greater sooty owl was perched on the widow seal, a small black band baring the golden cog of the coven around its ankle. Albus offered the letter but when he offered the bird a few galleons for postage, the bird stepped away with a shake of his head. Albus raised an eyebrow, it seems the Time Master was willing to lend the owl for free. He gave a small shrug, well no pint in looking a gift horse in the mouth, with a quick nod of appreciation, the old owl took flight to London. After that, Albus settled in for the night, tomorrow was sure to be interesting.

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Albus dared but one step closer, the power emanating from the otherworldly gateway was incomprehensible, the opening seemed to bend the natural Magic around it like nothing he had ever seen. He and his house heads may have passed through a number of entryways yesterday, but they hardly had time to analyze such doorways along the trip. Now that he stood directly before such an opening, he could marvel at the raw absurdity before him.

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He and Severus had awoken to the morning sunlight peering through the guest room window and illuminating the space. After quickly dressing for the day, a quick knock at the door brought them both to its threshold. Opening the door, they found Mister Nightingale, dressed quite differently than before. This morning he wore loose blue jeans, red sneakers, a red shirt and a white zipper sweater, far more casual that his more battle oriented attire before. He still did wore the black blindfold, as well as kept his hair bound by cloth, but something stood out more predominantly, a chain necklace, tucked under his shirt showing only the upper chain around the nape of his neck. The boy offered a welcoming smile,

"oh good you guys are awake, Breakfast is almost ready downstairs," Albus instinctively reached for his wand, an action mirrored by Severus before the boy broke into a laugh "No, No, don't worry, we convicted mom to cook with normal appliances, she's actually a good cook when she doesn't use ectoplasm to 'speed up the process.'"

A sigh of relief came from both he and Severus as they followed the boy down the stair an into the kitchen, followed by Minerva and Miss Jazmine, who apparently was sent to fetch the Gryffindor head. At the table was an assortment of eggs, milk and pancakes, looking quite scrumptious. Along with the rest of the family was surprisingly the young Samantha Manson, dressed in a long sleeved black shirt with purple long pants detailed in black spider webs. On her side was a black and purple bag of holding, no doubt for her luggage and she was animatedly conversing with the youngest Fenton daughter.

Albus rose an eyebrow in concerned curiosity, it seemed her family eagerly agreed to letting her leave for London, which brought more worry than relief to him as he pondered the implications. Still, she seemed content for now, her shields were sufficiently strong that he could not sues out any brooding pains. Still his years of reading people had given him enough experience to know that the smile on her face was quite clearly genuine. He would, however, keep an eye open, such woes don't just vanish overnight.

Breakfast commenced quickly, the young Nightingale entering the conversation between his younger sibling and Miss Manson. Minerva and Jazmine taking the time to talked about the coming term along with any reading requirements need for the young witch's new station, and Severus willfully ignoring the rest of the going on's while eating as quietly and politely as possible. Albus did see him turn an eye to him as he engaged in an enlightening chat with The Doctor's Fenton. Much of the discussion was of the Fenton's asking both to the nature of the conflict with the dark lord, as well as asking of any necessary information they may need for their children's enrollment. Albus answered to the best of his ability, fortunately the family had a good amount of experience with the wizarding world, so the transition shouldn't be too difficult.

Eventually Albus turned the conversation towards the couple's work, he was eager to learn more potential aid the couple could provide, and was surprised when Jack Fenton offered to let him inspect the couple's lab while they moved around the town to finish their local affairs for the trip. He graciously accepted their kind offer, and as soon as the meal had concluded and the family preformed an appropriate clean up, the Fenton parents made for the front door. Soon after, the young Daniel and Samantha likewise left via portal, stating they had their own affairs to attend to. Then as soon as the two of them left, Miss Jazmine announced her departure, a parchment list of books conceived at breakfast with Minerva in hand, and tasked her youngest sibling with showing Albus and company to the Fenton lab before pulling out her wand and giving a quick pop of apparition.

The young Animagus groaned where she stood in the entry way of the kitchen, her panther ears drooping before she gave a suffering sigh and turned to Albus and the others,

"so, the lab's in the basement, just follow me."

The girl gave a short leap into the air and floated to a closed door within the kitchen, opening the door and turning on the lights for Albus and the others to descend the small stairway below. Albus ventured first, followed by the ever frowning Severus, along with Minerva with Miss Fenton in the rear, looking a little too jittery to be comfortable. But the child's nervous state would not denture him, for as Albus neared the basement door, tendrils of swirling magic began to seep from under the evident shielding of the lab below. Something in the Fenton's workshop of wonders was bending and twisting the natural magic around it like nothing he had seen before this trip, but with this past experience he had a good guess as to what this anomaly was. They had finally descended the steps, and with a short breath to steel himself, Albus calmly opened the door.

Albus wasn't quite sure what he had expected to see, but he was fairly certain he expected it to be much smaller. The room was massive, clearly beyond just the small square of land the building above resided, with a ceiling far higher than the houses geography would allow. Confused, Albus began to look around and then noticed a strange metallic trim around the entrance of the lab, The Fenton's had mentioned their skills in spatial distortion, apparently they had already implanted such methods before. The Lab itself was covered in large metallic chrome plating on the walls, with a large number of florescent lights keeping the room moderately well lit. across the room was a scattering of tables and computerized stations and devices that looked so alien to him that he couldn't even begin to fathom their function.

To the far right of the room was a metallic guard rail and near the far end nearest the door, just in front of the railing was another staircase to a lower level, and beyond that the rest of the room extended far off to the right. Coming to the railing, Albus looked over, just below was the floor beneath, also ending in a guard rail, but in this case, extending several feet farther than top floor. Below that was another floor that too extended beyond the upper floor, and so on and so on until about 6 flights down to the bottom floor. The lab was indeed vast, but the full size of the room meant little compared to the far right wall.

On the ground floor, built into the wall itself, was a massive metal archway that reached 3 floors high and taking near half of the walls width. The massive porthole was sealed with humongous chrome steel doors what where inundated with countless warning signs. The frame of the monolith was equally striped in warning yellow and black, but the wall surrounding it was covered in a sea of glowing neon green wiring, all connected to the metal monstrosity. The whole opening was a perfect circle, placed several feet from the ground, with a metal, railed walkway extending from the second from the bottom floor all the way to just a few feet shy from the massive doors. Perched in front of the walkway on the loft of the third floor was a large circular station, the Strange Craft the Fenton's had piloted docked atop.

As impressive a sight as the doorway was, it was the power just behind the door that chilled Albus to the bone. He could practically taste the energy raging behind those doors, the chaotic surge of power that invisibly bombarded the metal, as if the doors where strained against the blows of a surging tempest.

In the time master's halls, Albus felt nothing of the otherworldly realm, but that was due to the power of the spirit himself, whom must shield the occupants from the powers of the chaotic plane, but no such subtitles existed here, as Albus felt his very bones rattle with the low pitch of power emanating just behind those doors. Albus gave a quick glance behind him, to gauge the others reaction: Severus was keeping a valiant effort in maintaining his cold composure, but the cold sweet accumulating on his tighter than normal brow attested to his worry. And Minerva herself was not much better, keeping her a firm stance, but a clear look of trepidation crossed her face.

"So…," The groups attention fell on their floating young tour guide, who brought her right hand to rub the back of her neck, "This is the lab…" The waved a nervous hand across the room," and over there is the ghost portal," she gave a hollow chuckle and sheepish smile "but I guess I didn't need to tell you that,"

Her feet finally touched the ground as she began to slowly walk forward "Gives you guys the willies right? It gives all the coven guys that come over the creeps, but you get used to it."

Her voice was not filled with much confidence as she strolled past the group and over to the far guard rail.

"It used to be a lot smaller, but after mom and dad got a few tips from the coven and expanded this place, they enlarged the opening."

Despite her best effort, it was clear miss Danielle was uncomfortable, her feet shifted around and her speech spoke of an impatience that seemed to imply her going through the motions as quickly as possible. What could be bothering her? An easy answer may be the portal, but given her more intrinsic integration with the spectral energy, such a presence should feel comforting to her, yet here she stood, barley even glancing at the doorway. Albus spoke,

"Miss Fenton, I'd hate to impose, but you seemed … troubled by something," She turned her head, and held a look of quiet panic he had seen too often. It wasn't one of being caught for a misdeed, but caught with a misplaced burden, as if what weighed her down was something she thought was better left hidden, he had seen it often when talking to troubled or depressed student. True to form, the young animagus quickly set into a frown and looked away, mumbling quite denials all of which were swiftly quieted by his next question,

"if you wish, we could save the tour for another time, if there is something about the portal bothering you …" A practiced lead, meant to sound like a continuing thought, but solely serving to bring the answer to the forefront, and like many times before, the tactic worked like a charm.

"No, no, the portal doesn't really affect me, if anything it feels soothing, it's just…"

She gave a defeated sigh and for the first time fixed her gaze on the portal doors,

"I don't normally get this way around the portal, I mean, it's not like I spend to much time around it, and given how Danny thinks about it, and the whole thing with Vlad last night…"

Vlad? If she was referring to the events of the previous night, this Vlad might have been the spectral individual Young Daniel and Miss Manson spoke to the previous night. Another loud sigh from the girl broke Albus from his speculations,

"Don't get me wrong, Danny's never bad mouthed Mom and dad's work … well I mean a few jokes here and there, but never anything serious." The girl leaned forward to rest her elbows on the rail.

"But the portal? He avoids it like the plague, he'll still use it from time to time, but only when absolutely necessary, but that's not surprising considering the … accident."

Albus's mind went alight, He remembered Miss Jasmine's words of the event that brought her siblings strange magic's, an accident in this very lab. He had pondered as to the source of Mister Fenton's rather powerful abilities, but a portal between the realms? In some aspects, it made sense, given the boy's ability to freely walk the realms, such a rift would yield unbelievable power, but to survive that? And then there was the girl's wording, she spoke of the event as it pertained to her brother, separate from herself, as if there was another source for her power, but then how …

His contemplation was broken by a third sigh from Miss Fenton, but this one held a certain melancholy tone that the others lacked as her head dipped down and she broke eye contact with the portal,

"He doesn't talk about it out load, but I think he regrets what happened…" a small strained note entered her voice as the young animagus lifted her head again to the portal.

"and look, I'm not saying he's wrong for feeling that, I certainly can't judge him for it, it's just …" The young Fenton paused a moment, as if trying to find the right words, and turned to Albus, her face almost pleading

"… It may have been a mistake, but a lot of good came from it right? if it didn't happen, I … certain things wouldn't have happened, and those things need to happen … right?"

she paused only for a second before turning again the portal in front of her, her word quieting as uncertain sadness crept in.

"is it so wrong, to make mistakes?"

And like that, Albus's burning drive from answers washed away, his steeled resolve to find the truth behind the sibling's powers dissolved in the face of the young girls pleading face. All his questions, his hunger for the truth, all of it would have to wait. A troubled child stood before him, one who as of last night was a student of his school and he her head master, and it was time to act like her head master.

"perhaps …" He said, in as warm a note as he could, causing the troubled Fenton to turn her head in shock to him,

"but then that is only if it was truly a mistake," confusion supplanted shock as she leveled him a look of befuddlement, made quite adorable with the quirk of her strange panther ear. The look caused a small chuckle to escape his lips as with a warm smile, he walked to stand a few feet beside her right, in front of the railing, a hand resting of the rail as he cast a gaze to the metal doors himself.

"In my experience, what we often call mistakes are in fact lessons, or in this case, experiences, that may or may not be necessary in our lives."

The girls head dropped, but not in sadness but in contemplation, her attention drawn back to Albus as he turned his head and addressed her,

"do you know what makes them necessary Miss Fenton?"

she simply gave quick shake of her head back and forth,

"It's what we gain from them, if we learn or gain nothing from them, if we do nothing to grow from them, then they are mistakes,"

Albus turned fully to her, held his hands together and gave her a gentle smile, "but if we learn from these experiences, if we grow, then they are the necessities of our lives."

The girl's face morphed into gradual realization, not wide eyed epiphany, but a small note of contentment,

"The events themselves may have been painful, something a person may never wish to experience again, but often we see the results of these happenings reflected in the person, and with their feelings on the matter."

He gave a small pause as took a step forward and laid a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I may not be able to speak for Mister Nightingale, but if what you said is true, then I'd say there wasn't much of a mistake, was there?"

His new student gave a small laugh as she quickly brushed her eyes and returned his smile.

"I guess not,"

Albus smile grew as he lifted his hand from her shoulder,

"you know, you're pretty good at this professor,"

"well," he said, a hint of humor in his voice, "one doesn't get a beard this aged without a good amount of experience."

The youngest Fenton gave a small chuckle as he turned to look at his staff, Severus had apparently spied a variety of strange colored liquids to inspect as Minerva was viewing a board covered in strange and intricate calculations, although he did eye her looking at both him and the young women and giving a quick smirk. His attention was brought back to their guide,

"you know, if you guys want, I can give you a closer look at the portal, even open up the doors to let you get a good look."

And like the second breath of a storm, curiosity thundered through Albus again, as he saw both Severus and Minerva break from their exploration to gauge his response. He turned to the girl and began to stroke his beard in one hand, keeping the other behind his back, his face visibly looking mildly intrigued as he felt the small repressed tremors of excitement quiver his person.

"If you would be so willing, Miss Fenton, it would be a privilege."

She gave a nod as she once again hovered in the air and lead Albus and company across the room and down the flights of stairs, as they passed, Albus saw flight after flight of strange objects and devices that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. They reached the second to last floor and walked past the docked Fenton craft to a small station of consuls and safety glass at the entrance of the pathway to the portal, which was blocked by a waist high metal gate.

The young animagus floated to a console on the left of the gate, tapping away at the strange illuminated surface interface before turning to the group,

"ok, the doors are ready, first let me put up the ghost shield, just to be safe,"

Turning back to her station, she tapped again at the strange hologram as set of green lights and a strange metal pitched tone sounded off as an emotionless voice stated,

"Fenton ghost shield activated."

Soon, a small section of the metal rim of the large doorway folded into the surrounding wall and was replaced with a green glowing trimmed metal apparatus that covered the entire circumference of the large metal device. It gave a loud hiss of air as it set in place as a loud wine, similar to that given by the Fenton's strange craft, sounded as large near translucent green half lens appeared covering the portal. It jetted out by just a few meters, passing through the metal pathway, which seemed completely unaffected by the strange energy. He remembered his discussion with the Fenton couple before, the shield was designed to only affect ectoplasm, meaning it would not impede his path, though Albus doubted he'd have the nerve to approach that close to the doorway.

The stray beeping noises coming from Ms. Fenton's tapping brought his attention to her, as she once again turned to the group.

"The shield will keep anything coming in that shouldn't so you guys can get as close as you want, ready?"

Albus turned to his companions, Severus made only a slight nod of acknowledgment, which meant he would be willing to follow, Minerva gave a nervous glance up to the enormous door's before giving a quick nod herself. He turned back to Ms. Fenton who took a quick glance at the group before turning back to the device and tapping away at the screen.

A loud alarm blared before the same metallic voice from earlier sounded off,

"attention, portal blast doors are opening, please keep a safe distance until the doors are completely open."

Slowly, with the hum of machinery, the blaring of warning signals, and the swelling noise of air shifting under hydraulic compression, the large metal doors began to slide open. Albus stood deathly still, his breath caught in his lungs as the door open to reveal a massive, swirling vortex of green and black as the whole lab was bathed in in an eerie tone of light. Even after everything he had seen yesterday, the portal was a breath taking sight, the shifting and ebbing pool of green and black looked similar to those held within the Time master's office, only at a much greater scale.

And the power …

The gate before them dropped into the floor, the young Fenton child telling Albus and his professors that they could proceed, but Albus did not respond, he merely stepped forward, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He was unable to speak, unable to blink, all he could do was feel as the full power of an ethereal realm came to bare, even as the green, near invisible shield helped keep such power held in.

He felt as if his being had been submerged, drowned and pressed by some substance or force that was all encompassing. His every step felt as if wading through an unseen liquid, though with the absence of any real resistance, his breath controlled and soft, as if afraid of the unknown trading space with breathable air. He felt his very skin vibrate with a soundless hum of energy as empty gusts of wind seemed to billow out from this tear in reality, it was as if he was walking through an invisible and viscous mist, uncatchable by the eye, and offering no friction, but permeating and surrounding his entire being.

This was beyond him, Albus thought as he finally came to a stop halfway, head tilted up as he merely gazed into the massive vortex. All he had seen, all he had ever learned, the greater secrets of magic, the hidden realities of the world's mysticism, the true depth of power's potential and possibilities…

All of it useless to even comprehend what he beheld; and some small part of him, some rational voice still able to function in is mind, helped him fully realize something he had been coming to grips along this trip.

It helped him recognize his own foolish pride.

As chaotic as magic could be, those who practice it have ironically found great reassurance in its nature. A spell cast is the promise of a desired effect, a potion brewed is done with the knowledge of the properties of its ingredients. Magic has rules, magic has laws, and by consequence, magic gives answers, which in turn gives comfort. But comfort, in time, breeds arrogance, which in time can spread and corrupt. And so it became that magic not only had answers, but had all answers. That the solution of all problems was solved by magic, and if ever magic couldn't solve it, it was not a true problem.

It was flawed minds set, but one that unfortunately found sway in the magical community at large, unintendedly creating biases in so many, himself included.

Back during Tom's first uprising, He had pondered on whether to more directly involve the muggle authorities. True, fudge and his office had given fair warning to the muggle minister, but a stranger from a strange world talking of hidden threats was not exactly what one would describe sufficient context. But, like the Ministry at large, Albus had decided against it, justifying his actions by assuming that the muggle world was not ready for such direct involvement from their magical counterparts. To him, the Muggles were something to protect, all the while envying their ever growing progress as his seemed so rigidly static.

The mysticism of his situation left him as his hand dropped to his sides, a tired breath pushing out his lungs, and once again feeling his age creep up to him. It seems all his insightful talk was good enough to fool even himself, making him forget just how much of an old fool he real was.

"Professors! I just got a call from Mom, their back and ready to load up!"

The Youngest Fenton yelled down the catwalk, breaking Albus from his self-reflection. He collected himself and proceeded back with his two staff to their young guide. Passing the walkways threshold, Miss Fenton made a few more strokes across the console as the entrance gate rose and robotic speaker sounded again.

"Attention, Portal doors closing, please stand clear."

Albus gave one last intrigued glace as the massive doors of the portal began to close around the rift, stray gusts of black and green dissipating into the air as that doors came to a full close and the sound of locking machinery and rising steam echoed out. Quickly, the group made their way up the lab and back on the ground floor living room, With the Fentons and company waiting. Along with them were the time master (in his human guise), Mister Foley and Miss Manson, who was accompanied by a rather elderly looking woman using a strange motorized muggle device for travel.

The time master stepped forward, "both Mister Foley and Miss Manson have received permission to attend you school headmaster. Mister Foley will be staying behind for a few more days so his parent's may make the proper arrangements. As for Miss Manson, she will be accompanying you across the pond."

Albus had figured as much, while the girl was doing an admiral job of hiding her discomfort, Albus could see it as she tightly griped her black and purple lined bag of holding. Still, the situation as not all bad, as the elderly woman at her side gently took the girls tense hand and offered her a warm smile that soothed the young witch as she returned the gesture. Albus gave a small smile, it seems the girls home was not as toxic as he had feared, the support of any family, even if only one, was a great blessing. The older woman let go of Miss Manson's hand and steered to the group of teachers.

"hello there, my names Ida, Sam's grandmother."

She offered a warm grin and hand to each professor, "I'm just here to see my Sammy off, but before I do, let me warn you …"

The warm smile of the woman folded into a stern glare, her voice firm despite the age in her voice, "if my granddaughter gets hurt on YOUR watch, then I don't care if I have swim across, I WILL make you regret it."

"grandma …" The girl's cheeks reddened a touch with embarrassment at her Grandmother's threat, but Albus couldn't help but smile and gave the older woman a firm nod, he couldn't be offended by a show of genuine concern. The elder Mansion gave a strong grin and a nod back, steering her strange device around,

"that goes for the other tikes as well, specially that Danny boy, can't have anything happen to him before I get great grandbabies."

"NANNA!" The previously small blush the young girl had was now a firm red across her face, mirrored by the young Nightingale as the whole room gave a good chuckle (minus Severus, who merely rolled his eyes). It was clear where the young witch had inherited her forward attitude.

The Fenton parents lead the group outside the home, into the early morning sun and onto the eerily quiet streets. Albus had made a note of it before, but the surrounding apartments around the Fenton family home seemed to be vacant. When he had inquired as to why, Ms. Fenton had explained that the volatile nature of their profession and home-life had driven most of their neighbors further into the city or to outright leave the haunted grounds altogether. Upon reflection, he admitted that it would be rather obvious as to why no one would live at what could be the spiritual epicenter of the city, but he refrained from commenting seeing a spark of disappointment in the mother's tone.

He did take solace that at least this isolation would be the perfect cover from prying eyes, and soon the family would find themselves in more agreeable company.

The small group where across the street, facing the home as Jack Fenton raised his right arm and tapped at the device on his wrist. Soon, the familiar sound of cracking thunder issued and a portal blazed to life above them. From out of the portal gently floated the same strange craft as before, hovering just above the group's collective heads.

The two spectrally inclined muggles turned to the rest of the group as Jack Fenton addressed them all,

"we'll be putting Fenton works in storage now, you might wanna shield your eyes, cuz this can get pretty bright!"

The couple slipped on their hoods, or more specifically, their protective eye wear, as the Fenton patriarch made a few more taps on his device. Suddenly, a bright, green light enveloped the house and a blast of hot air from the sudden burst of energy hit the group. Albus brought up his hand and squinted, bearing witness as the strange house gave one more bright flash as the house vanished, leaving only and empty lot in its place.

"Astounding," Albus said, wide eyed, but giving a wide smile and a few strokes of his long beard.

Jack Fenton rounded, sliding off his hood along with his wife with his ever present exuberant grin, "thanks! It took forever to get the Fenton dimensional storage tech to work, can't tell you how many times we got stuck in some parallel dimension before we got a handle on it!"

Albus Gave a few owlish blinks before giving a few good natured chuckles as he shook his head, he would have to adjust to the couple's attics soon if he wanted to maintain his near omnipotent persona.

The door to the craft opened as the strange metal platform began to lower to take the group up again, all the while several goodbyes were shared, between the three teenage friends, the group as a whole to the soon to be arriving Mister Foley and a warm Farwell hug shared between the Manson's. The three spiritually trained children gave a formal farewell to their ghostly mentor, as he gave a warm grin, telling each of them that he expected them to maintain their training.

During the Exchange, the time master approached, "may I have a moment Albus, I have something I'd like to ask of you."

Albus responded with a curious expression as the disguised spirit reached into the underlining of his coat and pulled out a large, old tome. The cover was a brown-red leather that seemed to be peeling at the gold thread embroidery on the edge, the pages were tanned yellow with age. But none of that warranted as much attention as the symbol made in silver embedded into an embroidered circle in the middle.

It was a triangle, with a circle embedded within, bisected by a straight line,

The sign of the deathly hallows.

Albus forcefully quelled any visible shock as he took the book from the spirits outstretched hand, He felt Severus intense gaze over his shoulder as he opened to the first page of the book. Inside were a few lines that read,

"I leave this record of all I have learned with my master, as I bequeathed to my son my Ill-favored

Treasure,

So that one day, when it is needed most, my line may gain more from my knowledge than my misfortuned brothers,

Sincerely, Ignotus Peverell."

Albus simply stared at the text, mind racing before turning his head back as the time master spoke,

"This book contains a last record of Ignotus, a documented list of tricks and spells he acquired over his life. He entrusted the book to me, so that I could pass it along to his decedent when the time was right."

Albus gave a silent swallow as he stared back to the book and contemplated these implications.

It was evident the spirit intended that the book be passed onto Harry, he was the last in the line of the third brother, though he doubted that Ignotus knew of the current crisis before he gave …

his master …

Albus couldn't hold back his gasp, only quell into a silent breath as his head shot back to spirit, who merely gave an amused smirk and a small chuckle,

"where did you think the rest of my coven got the idea to where cloaks?"

Albus's breath hitched as he could almost physically feel his mind race, and the more he thought, the more these nonsensical revelations began to make sense.

The timeline fit, the coven of Cronos was still based in England at the time, and it would also greatly explain as to why little no actual record of the man had ever been found, given the secretive nature of the coven itself.

Another small chuckle from the Time master broke his concentration, "it was quite funny, now that I think about it, to see him so diligently try to evade a dear old friend of mine for so long."

Ignotus … evading … Albus felt his blood chill to an icy cold; he had always just assumed that part of the story nothing more than a fanciful explanation to the artifact's existence.

A legend … nothing more… until now…

"speaking of which,"

The spirit looked Albus dead in the eye, "I've recently had the pleasure of speaking to him, and while he has nor regrets as to the fate of the cloak, he has expressed great concern towards … possibilities regarding the wand."

It took every bit of self-discipline Albus had not to flinch, he made a quick turn of the head to gauge his potions master, who did well in convincingly calm disposition, but Albus could feel Severus's nerves holding by a thread.

The Spirit smirked once more, "not to worry, we agree that the wand is in capable hands at the moment, and while we both have our reservations, our respective positions entail that we cannot personally do much to inferior."

Those words should be comforting, but Albus could feel no such thing when faced with the wickedly amused expression of the time master. The spirit may by wearing the skin of a human, but that did not denture his powerful and otherworldly presence.

"For now, my friend is content on let things play out, but I will warn you of this Albus Dumbledore. By the end of all this, my dear friend plans to retrieve at least one of his gifts."

The spirits disguised eyes filled with a glowing, deep red,

"With or without the owner's consent."

Albus stilled for a moment, the object in question feeling heavy in the pocket of his robe. A part of Albus, one that he had long hoped to quell for many years, flared in rebellion, but he had experience in ignoring this side of himself. Strangely enough, even with the clear threat of possibly meeting the old friend of time, Albus could only feel relief.

Even with its power, even if it entailed surrendering the result of a youthful passion, there had been far too much blood paid in tribute in its storied past. And, if its creator wished it returned, who was he to argue.

Another tired breath of air left his lips as he dipped his head, the tension before dropping from his shoulders as he nestled the precious tome under his arm.

A hand landed on Albus's shoulder as he turned up to look, the time master had walked next to his flank and placed his hand on his shoulder, his previously dark smirk changing into a warm a grateful smile. It had been a great many years since Albus had seen a look like that, not of concern or of reverence, but simply one of understanding, and for once in a long time, he took comfort in the gesture.

The sprit passed as he and Severus moved to follow, Severus seeming to have regained enough composure to return to his disinterested frown, while taking a few scarce glances at the book in Albus's hand.

They had rejoined the main group as they all readily boarded the Fenton's vessel, offering the sprit, the boy and the older woman a few parting waves as they ascended to the vehicles door.

Quickly, they made their way to their respective seats, the Hogwarts professors sitting together on one of the benches as the children sat in the other. The Fenton parents took the helm as they all collectively activated their safety harnesses, Albus and company remembering how from their last flight and the children needed no such instruction.

The couple worked at their station for a few more seconds before Jack Fenton spoke out,

"Looks like London's got a good amount of cloud cover, so we'll pop the portal just above the cloud line … ok, engaging cloaking … alright, LONDON HOE!"

Giving one more exuberant shout as the portal opened before them, the Fenton's steered the craft through the portal as Albus's vision was colored green once again.

(~)

And that chapter is finally done

I fear I might be making Dani to vulnerable, at least, without good reason. As I thought about how Dani might be dealing with her situation, and rationalized that one problem she might be facing is self-doubt, or rather a lack of self-assurance. I just hope I did well enough to convey my idea I this chapter.

A lot of you have been noticing I might have over-powered Danny, both here and in my bleach story. Rest assured, I'm not just going to make either version untouchable, I know that can get old fast, so they won't be perfect. But I do kind of want to stress his power a tad, as I feel this lends itself into Danny's character (or at least my interpretation of it.) It sort of a superman complex, a non-human with potential to do so much good and bad trying to live a human life. Again, I have NO intention of making him Jesus, I've read those kind of fic before and they just don't work.

Finally, and I'm just going to make this clear now, I WILL NOT BE MERGING MY TWO STORIES IN ANY WAY. I see people ask this before with authors of different crossovers and I just want to get this out of the way with both, there will be no cross-crossover with ANY other story I make UNLESS I specifically intend for them to merge.

Again, really sorry this took so long to get out, and I promise to have my bleach out soon.

Read, review, and enjoy!