Hi guys.

So, a couple of years ago, I said that I'd be rewriting Danny's Hogwarts Adventure. Hopefully, this is as good as the first version, if not better. I am sorry, but the last chapter wasn't doing anything for me, so it got pushed to the side. In that time, I've been qualified as a hairdresser, been made redundant, moved jobs, got my old job back and sort of been promoted, got with my SO and moved in together with three mischievous but beautiful cats. We're not married, but it's certainly looking that way.

So, life moved forward for mein a really good way.

I might also consider changing my username to something else entirely. I was in the middle of a Harry Potter-loving phase when I made this account, so I think it's time I retired 'Hermione Jean Burton' and tried to think of a newer name.

Anyway, onto the story. However, I am completely obsessed with this song I am listening to as I write this.

The song is Izzy from the Transformers: The Last Knight soundtrack.

Hermione.

Hogwarts stood hidden in the misty realms of the Scottish Highlands. Hidden from prying eyes, its halls were littered with students going about their daily lives, all chatting and laughing as they fought the crowd to get to their next class. All wore robes of black with different color inner linings, indicating that they were of different Houses.

A plethora of ethereal, cold-to-the-touch ghosts hovered high above them, watching the living as they moved before floating away in unison. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed off the stone walls as students hurried to their classes, eager to learn magic and master their skills. The grand staircase shifted and changed its layout, leading students to different parts of the castle depending on the day of the week. The portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses whispered among themselves, their eyes following the students as they passed by. The magic in the air was palpable, and a sense of wonder and enchantment filled every corner of the ancient castle.

The scene wavered as the being waved a staff, changing the scene to that of a city where the night was turning into day, a minute grin curling the tips of the being's lips as a young boy of about 11-12 years old flew recklessly through the air, arms spread wide, and a look of pure joy taking over his face as he savoured the moment just before a green blast came from the streets below and caused him to stop, dodge the shot, and fly away, joy forgotten altogether in his haste to get away from that which was now hunting him.

As the creature waved his staff again, the picture came to a halt, and the image of the youngster with the shaggy cut and pure white hair covering an olive-toned face with bright glowing emerald eyes (rolling skyward) was frozen in place. As the being transformed into a buck-toothed child, a very slight lightning-shaped cut appeared over the white-haired boy's right eyebrow.

Two other entities, both official-looking, had deep purple robes, and, as the mirror dimmed and they were able to speak, their heads were merely eyeballs that appeared to convey a mistrustful feeling. As their host transitioned from adolescence to young adulthood, the Observants, who were exactly that, watched him as he moved beyond the phases of life and the cycle repeated itself.

"Daniel Phantom."

"The boy has done no wrong since the beginning of his existence more than one year ago. I will not end his life." The now-middle-aged being told them, his face completely serious yet blank.

"Timekeeper, you do not realise the magnitude of your decision in this regard; Daniel Phantom is a liability, an ab-" The Observant never got to finish as the Timekeeper shook his head and floated away, interrupting with, "I have made my decision. And until your 'claims' can be proven, the boy will continue to exist and live his half-life. Your interference has caused enough trouble as it is. It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. Daniel Phantom will be allowed to continue his existence, and that is final."

The Observant stared in disbelief as the Timekeeper disappeared into the void, leaving him with a thermos standing on a tabletop. The very object itself held an indentation of a face as the Observant glanced at it. Clockwork's, for that, was the Timekeeper's name; his voice echoed through the darkness as he called out behind him, "Besides, I do believe that Phantom made himself a promise to never turn into that which is held in that very Thermos."

"Clockwork!"

The Observants looked at one another before they sighed; the Master of Time wasn't going to be listening to them any time soon as they decided to leave and return to their halls. They knew that Clockwork was too independent and stubborn to heed their warnings as the door of the Time Tower banged shut behind them, sealing them out. The Timekeeper stood alone in the chamber, surrounded by the ticking of the clocks and the whispers of time passing. He knew that the boy he had entrusted with the fate of the world would not fail in his mission... when he learnt of it, of course.

Looking at the Time mirrors, he swiped his staff across them, changing them to show two identical infant boys, both wrapped in blankets, sleeping as a giant man rode on a motorcycle across the English Countryside, city lights far beneath them. Embroidered on the blankets were 'H' and 'D' in calligraphic letters.